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LOVESICK

yearning!clark kent x journalist!reader | note: clark is a lovesick, obsessed puppy in this (just how i like them😛) also, this may be one of my favorite writings ever

clark kent didn’t consider himself a yearner. he wasn’t one of those tragic types who were moon-eyed and love-drunk, penning sonnets in the margins of his notepad. no, he was practical, maybe quiet. a man with responsibilities bigger than himself. but then there was you and suddenly he was bringing two coffees to the office each morning just in case you hadn’t had time. suddenly he was standing every time you entered a room. suddenly he was rearranging his schedule around yours without a second thought, following the sound of your laugh like it was a goddamn north star.

lois called it whipped; jimmy called it pathetic; clark just called it tuesday.

he could hear the click of your shoes from downstairs. he pauses writing mid stroke, eyes zeroed in onto the floor. using his x-ray vision, he saw you tap the elevator door. his chair spun as he sprung out of it. he moved fast—not super-speed fast, not cape-and-crisis fast, but fast enough that jimmy raised a brow from the bullpen and muttered something under his breath about puppy dogs and lost causes. clark ignored him. he straightened his tie (even though it was already straight), swiped the extra coffee off his desk, and positioned himself at your workspace with the same intensity most people reserved for emergency landings. by the time the elevator dinged, he looked casual and effortless. like he hadn’t just rerouted the last five minutes of his life to be exactly where you were about to be.

“hey, clark,” your voice was enough to make him feel lightheaded. he turned his head to meet your gaze and the world shifted under him. you were clad in kitten heels and those pants that accentuated your curves. his jaw fell slack. “is this for me?” you smile, motioning to the coffee in his hand.

he blinked, caught in the orbit of your mouth, your eyes, the way sunlight caught in the strands of your hair. “uh—yeah.” his voice cracked like a teenager’s. he cleared his throat. “yes. i mean, if you want it.”

your smile deepened. “i always want it.” your fingers brush his as you grab the cup. he feels an electric bolt where you touched. “you’re the best.” he swore his knees buckled a little. he didn’t even respond. he just stared at you with that dazed, lovesick look—eyes soft and dreamy, mouth parted and cheeks red. lois, somewhere behind him, let out a very loud jesus christ.

as you put the cup to your lips, it became harder to watch. he swallowed hard, watching your lips wrap around the lid like it was the most important review of his life. you hum in approval, lipstick staining the paper, and clark had to look away before he did something humiliating. like sigh or propose.

“y/n, can i get your opinion on this headline?” lois called from across the office, already spinning her monitor toward where you stood. you turned your head, casual as anything, but clark swore—swore—there was a breeze that hit just right. your hair moved like you were walking off a film set, backlit and glowing, and the smile you tossed over your shoulder nearly knocked the wind out of him.

“of course,” you said. and just before you turned, your eyes caught his again. one last glance. “bye, clark.” two words. simple and completely harmless. yet, they landed like a truck.

“b-bye,” he stammered, too fast, too breathy. “yeah. see you—later. or, uh in five minutes. depending—probably.”

you laughed—you laughed—and kept walking. jimmy snorted so hard he nearly choked on his granola bar. “dude.”

lois didn’t even look up. “we get it, clark.”

he sank back into his chair, cheeks burning, heart thudding out some ridiculous rhythm he was pretty sure wasn’t FDA-approved. but still, he smiled. you’d said goodbye like it meant something and he’d spend the rest of the day pretending it wasn’t the best part of his morning.

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Imagine Reader saying the following bellow to Eddie, and it just wrecks him, causing him to fall even more in love with reader, and at the end of it all, she confesses she too is in love with him.

Please and thank you 😊 ❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️

Not So Simple

One-Shot Request: “Friends to Lovers Reader x Eddie Munson”

Eddie Munson x Reader

💌 Author’s Note: Huge thanks to @meankenna for this lovely, poetic prompt. 🥹 It melted my heart and was such a joy to bring to life, simple, tender, and full of soft Eddie Munson feels. I hope this leaves you smiling like he does. 💋

~Pinkie 🍒

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👁️ 👁️ Summary: Eddie’s always been the loud one. The weird one. The one nobody looked too closely at. But you’ve been looking all along, and tonight, under the quiet hush of low lights and half-eaten snacks, you finally tell him what you see.

A love letter wrapped in late-night conversation, soft confessions, and a pair of eyes that were never just brown.

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“Not So Simple”

The night doesn’t ask for much. Just a half-empty bag of kettle corn, the familiar buzz of the VHS player, and the gentle hum of a film neither of you are paying attention to.

Eddie’s trailer smells faintly like clove and the shampoo he washed his hair with that morning. The space is warm, dim, a single lamp casting sleepy amber light across the couch where the two of you have melted into your usual sprawl, your legs thrown lazily over his lap, his arm slung across the back cushion behind your shoulders. He’s picking at the label on a root beer bottle with his thumb, and you’re curled into your favorite hoodie, socked feet tucked under his thigh for warmth.

It’s comfortable. Unremarkable. And for you and Eddie, completely routine.

You’ve lost count of how many nights have looked like this. How many times you’ve dropped by with snacks and sarcasm, only to fall asleep an hour in with your head on his shoulder and his flannel draped over your legs. Somewhere along the way, being with Eddie became synonymous with home.

“You ever notice how every single movie dad from the seventies sounds like he smokes gravel for breakfast?” Eddie murmurs, eyes half-lidded as he points vaguely at the TV screen. “Like, what happened to vocal cords back then?”

You snort. “Think it’s all the suppressed feelings and unfiltered Camels.”

He gives an exaggerated nod, mock solemn. “Truly the deadliest combo.”

Another moment of quiet. The kind you only get with someone who knows you so well, right down to which song you listen to on repeat. His fingers trail down to absently tug at a loose thread on your sleeve. You can feel the heat of his palm through the fabric. Feel it settle in your belly like something warm and unspoken.

You shift slightly, resting your cheek on the edge of the couch cushion against the side of his ribs, looking up at him. “This okay?”

Eddie blinks, like the question surprises him. But then he smiles, soft, crooked, honest.

“Yeah, sweetheart,” he says, voice barely above a whisper. “This is real good.”

You can tell when the air starts to shift, when the warmth of the jokes gives way to something quieter, older. The movie’s long forgotten, the root beer’s gone flat, and Eddie’s head is tipped back against the cushion, eyes tracing the ceiling like he’s somewhere far away.

You’ve both been talking for a while now. About nothing. About everything. The usual, weird customers at the gas station, Gareth’s tragic attempt at a goatee, the time Jeff chipped his tooth on a mic stand. But then it drifts, like it always does, into heavier waters.

And Eddie’s voice gets softer. Edged with a kind of practiced detachment you recognize too well.

“Y’know,” he says, stretching his arms behind his head with a forced yawn, “it’s fine. I’ve always been the weirdo. People don’t exactly line up to look closer.”

He chuckles like he means it, like it’s a punchline. Like maybe if he says it out loud, it won’t sound so sad.

“Freak, burnout, trailer trash… whatever flavor of the month it was. I always gave ‘em something to point at.”

His fingers toy absently with the hole in the knee of his jeans, picking at loose threads, like maybe that’s easier than holding eye contact.

“Got used to being the guy nobody got. Kinda made it a whole brand, y’know? Leaned into it.”

And Eddie’s voice gets softer. Edged with a kind of practiced detachment you recognize too well.

The words land with a shrug, like he’s tossing out old gum. Like it’s no big deal.

But you see the way his mouth tightens after he says it. The way his eyes flick to the side, like he’s waiting for you to laugh, to nod, to agree in the way most people have over the years.

You don’t.

You just keep watching him, gently, curiously, with something warm blooming behind your ribs. You’ve always known he said things like that to protect himself. Like if he makes it a joke first, it won’t sting so bad.

But tonight, it stings anyway.

And he knows you see it.

The deflection. The shrug. The way his smile doesn't reach his eyes. You don't call him out, not directly. Just shift a little closer, like you’re adjusting for comfort, though really you just want him to feel less alone.

He tosses out another half-hearted joke, something about scaring off PTA moms with his eyeliner and scary music, and you just… go quiet.

Not distant. Not cold. Just thoughtful.

Your voice, when it comes, is quiet. Measured. Like you’ve been carrying this thought around for a while, waiting for the right moment to offer it.

“It blows my mind,” you say, eyes locked on his, “that after all this time you've spent on earth, nobody ever bothered to tell you that your eyes aren't brown.”

Eddie blinks, caught completely off guard. He frowns, a breathy little laugh escaping as he tries to recover.

“I mean…” he chuckles awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck, “pretty sure they are, sweetheart.”

But you don’t laugh. You don’t tease. You lean in a little, letting your fingers brush his cheek, light, feather-soft, grounding.

“They’re copper against honey and sage,” you murmur. “And when they water, they glow… like two perfect orbs the same shade as nature after it rains.”

His breath catches. You feel it before he says a word. His whole body goes still beneath your touch, like you’ve just struck something holy.

Eddie Munson, silenced, not by embarrassment, not by nerves, but by awe.

By you.

The air thickens, caught somewhere between your heartbeat and his silence.

He’s still staring. Still trying to process the weight of your words like they’re lyrics he can’t quite catch the rhythm to. And you let him have that moment, but not too long.

Not when there’s more he needs to hear.

Your thumb brushes his cheek again, this time not for emphasis, but comfort.

“You’re not as simple as they wanted you to be, Eddie.”

His eyes flicker, something like pain, something like disbelief. But it’s too quiet in the room to pretend anymore.

“You never were,” you add, voice soft as a vinyl's hiss, sure as thunder. “You’re loud and brilliant and so much more. You’re power chords and sketchbooks and thunderstorms and movie nights and… kindness when no one’s looking.”

His mouth opens. Nothing comes out.

“I’ve always seen it,” you say. “Even when they didn’t. Especially when they didn’t.”

His eyes are shining now, and you don’t know if it’s the soft lamplight or the fact that he’s blinking fast to keep any possible tears at bay.

You don’t push. You don’t tease. You just look at him like he’s the most natural wonder you’ve ever seen.

And maybe, for the first time, he starts to believe he might be.

His throat works like he’s about to speak, but nothing comes out.

You watch the gears turn, the static behind his eyes, the way his mouth opens just a little, closes again. He looks stunned. Wrecked. Like he just got hit with a lyric that rewired his entire bloodstream.

He lets out a laugh. A small, breathless one that sounds more like disbelief than amusement. “Jesus Christ,” he mutters, raking a hand through his hair like he’s trying to ground himself. “You’re serious?”

You don’t blink.

You just smile, calm and sure, as you lean a little closer, heart in your mouth, love in your eyes.

“I love you, Eddie.”

Three words, small and steady. They don’t echo in the room, they settle there. Sink deep. Like they’ve always belonged between you.

And that’s when he finally breathes.

His whole body relaxes. Shoulders dropping, hands unclenching, eyes softening as something melts out of him that he’s been holding too tightly for too long.

He leans in, rests his forehead against yours, and exhales like your breaths are the only ones he’s ever needed.

“…You’re killin’ me, sweetheart,” he whispers, so close his nose brushes yours. “I’ve been in love with you since you first asked to borrow my Dio tape.”

The smile you give him, yeah, it’s the kind that finishes his unraveling.

Because he’s gone. Totally, stupidly, blissfully gone.

When he kisses you, it’s not tentative or shy. It’s relieved. Like he’s finally letting himself have something he thought he’d never deserve.

He kisses you again.

Not wild. Not rushed. Just soft, slow, like you’re the final chord to a song he’s been humming his whole damn life and just now figured out the lyrics to. He holds your cheek with one calloused hand, thumb brushing just below your eye, like he's memorizing the shape of your smile with every tiny shift of his own.

When he pulls back, he doesn’t go far. Just enough to rest his nose against yours again, whispering, “holy shit” under his breath, but he’s grinning now, grinning like he can finally breathe.

The rest of the night unfolds in silence. Not the awkward kind. The kind that speaks in glances and shared breaths.

His arm drapes around your waist as you curl into him on the couch, limbs tangled, a soft blanket pulled up lazily over your legs. The TV plays something old and fuzzy, but neither of you are watching. You’re too busy tracing your thumb over his knuckles. He’s too busy watching you like you’re a star he just named.

Eventually, the candles gutter out.

The TV’s a quiet hum in the background.

And Eddie Munson falls asleep holding your hand to his chest, heart steady and full.

You’re both smiling when the lights go out.

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Prize

Description: After winning a quidditch match against Gryffindor. Theo and Mattheo want to claim a prize for their hard work. Which just so happens to be their bold Gryffindor.

Pairing: Theodore Nott x Gryffindor! Reader x Matheo Riddle

Warnings: Smut! 18+, P in V, Threesome, Female reader, degradation, praise, cursing, and female reader.

Authors Note: This is my first time writing something of this nature so please let me know if I miss any warnings or what I can improve upon. Thank you so much for reading! Enjoy!

You sighed getting ready for what will likely be a lot of gloating. You looked at yourself in the mirror. For someone who had just lost you certainly didn’t look like it. Your confidence grows the longer you admire yourself. “Are you seriously going?” You turn towards Ginny raising an eyebrow. “Of course. We may not have won and this may be a Slytherin party. However, as you know I am friends with a lot of them. Pansy is one of my closest friends.” Ginny sighs out of concern. She knew how these parties could get however normally her brothers would be there to assist if anything happened to either of them. However, they wouldn’t be at this one.

You smiled at her “I mean I thought you’d be willing to go. A good time to get to know Pansy rather than questioning me every chance you get.” She sends you a scowl making you laugh. “You’re one to talk I only look at one Slytherin while you look at two.” You roll your eyes before making your way to the door. “At least I talk to them.” You quickly leave the door as you see her chuck a pillow at you. Avoiding the hit. It was true that you often found yourself admiring two of your friends. However, you knew it was unlikely either of them saw you that way. Maybe.

You make your way towards the Slytherin common room before reaching the entrance and saying the password. As you walk in you look around for your friend. Struggling to find her past the grinding bodies and already drunk figures. Finally, you see Pansy standing next to the rest of the group. You look next to her and can’t help but look at the two and notice just how good they look tonight. However, before you could lose yourself in admiring the two you notice Pansy waving you over. You work your way through the crowd before finally reaching her.

“There’s our loser for tonight. I told you we’d obliterate you!” You roll your eyes yet hug her once you approach. Before you greet her in a more defeated tone “Yes the loser has arrived.” She grabs you and leans in “You look hot.” You smile confidently “I know.” You both laugh a little before you hear movement from behind her. “How does it feel to see your team be destroyed so badly?” You flick Lorenzo on the back of his head causing him to flinch. “How did that feel?” You feel Pansy start to snort at the action. Before you feel a presence behind you. You turn slightly only to see Theo as he wraps his arm around your waist. “You look beautiful, Tesoro.” You watch as his eyes look up and down your figure.

You slightly turn away to avoid him seeing your reaction. Only to see Mattheo approaching from your other side. “Yeah, beautiful where’ve you been hiding this from us?” You watch his eyes staring at you with so much of something you can’t read. You feel your hand get grabbed before you’re dragged away. “Nope, this is my best friend. You are not taking her before we get a dance in.” You smile before following Pansy to the dance floor.

After a while, you haven’t drunk too much only enough to give you a light buzz. Unlike Pansy who seems completely gone as she dances alongside you. You follow the beat of the music and her movement. And as your eyes wander they make eye contact with two boys in the corner. Both are looking directly at you. You don’t know what encouraged you to do it but you wanted to see how they’d react. You begin to make your movements clearer and less shy. Knowing people were enjoying what you were doing. You knew how you looked in your tight dress. How that could make them feel and you knew where their minds could go. After a while, you thought perhaps they had looked away or gotten bored with your show. Until you felt an arm go around your waist. You turn only to see Theo behind you.

“Come on Tesoro.” His voice is low and you feel something rub up against your back as he speaks. You look over at Pansy seeing that she was in safe hands talking with Lorenzo about who knows what. Before turning and following him as he held your hand. He brings you up into the boys’ dormitory where you see Mattheo smoking. Before he turns to quickly put it out knowing you don’t like the smell. He walks up to you and grabs your chin. “We want you and we know you want us too.” You look at him shocked and slightly confused before wrapping your head around his words. “Just say the word and we won’t do anything you don’t want us to do. Got it? You nod before Theo grabs your chin to look at him. “Say it, Tesoro.” You look at him with wide eyes. “Yes, I got it.”

“Good because tonight you’re our prize, Beautiful.” Before you can wrap your head around what he said Mattheo’s kissing you. Something you never thought would happen was happening. Not just with one of them but with both. You feel Theo approach you from behind and can’t help but breathe out a sigh as he begins to kiss your neck. You moan as he bites and sucks on it which will surely leave marks.

Mattheo pulls away only to pull off his shirt as he begins to kiss you again. While you start to feel Theo pull down your zipper. They both pull away to help you out of your dress before looking at you. They were mesmerized by the person in front of them. Before finally working their way towards you. Theo begins to kiss you while he starts to play with your tits. You moan into his mouth as he pinches them. You notice Mattheo lean down to your lower half before pulling off your panties only to groan at what’s in front of him. You feel two of his fingers begin to rub your clit. “All this for just us beautiful? How sweet.” You feel Theo pull away curious about what Mattheo had said before sighing as he saw just how wet you were. “Fuck.” He returns to kissing you significantly harder after that. Then focused on leaving marks on your chest. You feel two fingers begin to enter you causing you to moan out.

“Does that feel good? Is the Gryffindor all desperate for us now? How would the others feel if they knew you were doing this huh? If they knew just how much of a slut you are? Letting us play with you after losing. You wanted this didn’t you?” You can’t help but get turned on by Mattheo’s words. As he began to suck on your clit. Making you closer to finishing. “Cmon say it you wanted this.” You can’t help but give in to it lost in your pleasure. “Fuck yes, I wanted this. I wanted it so bad. Shit.” Theo looks up at you from where he’s leaving marks. “You’re doing so good Tesoro keep going.”

As you get closer and closer to finishing you grab Theo’s hair to ground yourself. “Fuck.” You feel your legs shake as you finish on Mattheo’s face before beginning to slow your breathing. They both begin to kiss you all over “You okay to keep going?” You eagerly nod “Yes just fuck me already.” Theo shakes his head at you “Manners Principessa.” You sigh at their stubbornness. “Please fuck me both of you. I need it.”

They seem satisfied as Mattheo turns you around so you’re in a crawl position. As he gets behind you he takes off his pants. “Let me know when you’re ready for me to move.” You feel his cock rub against you before he begins to enter. You moan out as Theo holds you up as you take it. After a few minutes, he’s fully in and you give the go-ahead that it is no longer uncomfortable. Almost as if he was holding himself back that he begins to pound into you. You turn to see Theo pulling out his cock encouraging you to suck it. You immediately get to work. Watching his face relax as he begins to feel pleasure. “Fuck keep taking it Beautiful like the slut you are. Shit. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.” You moan at Mattheo’s words. As Theo grabs your face the vibrations make his pleasure double.

“Doing so good Amore. Keep going.” You bob your head back and forth flattening your tongue to rub on the bottom of his cock. And teasing the tip with it. He moans at your movement. As you watch him get closer to finishing. Not that anyone could judge as you felt yourself get closer to finishing for the second time. And you could tell by Mattheo’s movements he was too. “Shit” you feel your mouth get filled up with cum as Theo finishes pulling away once he’s done. Only to watch as you swallow it and open your mouth to show him. “You’re perfect Tesoro.”

Now that you’re mouth isn’t full your moans are heard as Theo encourages you and tells you how good you’re doing. “Fuck Theo I’m gonna-.” That’s all you get out before grabbing onto him as you finish for the second time. Mattheo's groans as you tighten around him. “You’re so tight beautiful. Shit.” You feel yourself get filled with Mattheo’s cum causing you to moan at the sensation. After a few minutes, you feel him pull out. Suddenly feeling empty.

The room is quiet as you all seem to catch your breath. They help you lie down before cleaning you up and getting you water. Theo lies next to you as Mattheo cleans up. Leaving pecks on your face telling you how you’re amazing and how well you did. Mattheo joins your other side before sighing into you. You weren’t sure what this was. All that you knew was that this definitely wouldn’t be the only time.

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What are your favourites musicals? :]

HII FIVE okay oh my god thank you for letting me dive down my absolute favourite rabbit hole ever... funnily enough, i dont remember the last time someone straight up asked me about my favourite musicals lol!! giggling and kicking my feet with excitement <33 (ALSO IT TURNED OUT TO BE LONGER THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE SO APOLOGIES?)

1. hedwig and the angry inch. this one is really like. important to me. a story of a genderqueer singer of a rock band from east germany who was forced to go through a sex change operation she didnt want. hedwig is aimed to find her “other half” since she heard plato’s myth about the origin of love (from symposium) in her childhood, which is not going well for her- she’s abandoned by people who she thought were her “true missing part”, like she fell in love with a guy whom she taught guitar and they were writing and performing songs together only for this guy to steal all these songs and become a successful rock star, leaving hedwig behind. the whole musical is staged like we watch hedwig’s concert, with her telling us her life story. there are only two people on stage (not including the band), hedwig and her husband yitzhak, who used to be a drag queen and now is really unhappy being in codependent abusive relationship with hewdig, her terrorizing and mocking him, and him being too afraid to break it. its a pretty dark and very sad story but it does have a sweet ending- well, bittersweet. for me its not a story about queer issues, its a story about finding yourself and forgiveness and coming to peace with yourself and stopping being the image other people want you to be and learning to, well, really listen to yourself and be yourself. not to be someone to please someone else. finding out that your “lost other half” is actually YOU and you are a whole and complete person, not a broken half. and forgiving yourself and others. i think its a story that can really resonate with people because we all kinda... been there. not feeling complete and searching for something and trying to please someone else to be accepted. also we’ve all been mean to other people, one way or another. hedwig is not perfect- shes a human who faced a lot of pain and eventually started causing this pain back. but she can find peace with herself. she can forgive and be forgiven. she can overcome this pain. and all of that is really just... feels very human. i really love this story and it resonates with me a lot. also the songs and music and lyrics SLAP and the origin of love is one of my all-time favourite songs ever. also hedwig is played by the creator/writer! there was an 1998 off-broadway production with him as hedwig, 2001 movie with him as hedwig, and a 2014 broadway revival. he played there also. also yitzhak is played by a woman

2. mozart l’opera rock. okay im a big big big sucker for european musicals and especially rock operas- they are apparently more popular here than broadway musicals. mlor is just. it awakened something in me and several other musical people here also. story about mozart, not really much to say here, but it just slaps so hard. its a 2009 and you can FEEL it. tons of slutty dramatic black makeup. mozart has a shitton of sparkling bright outfits. its a rock opera. theres a song titled le bien qui fait mal, salieri’s aria about his envy for mozart’s music, and you cannot even imagine whats going on in this scene. and its like. also one of my all-time favourite songs. it awakened things. we have a musical actor whos like pretty popular here and he said it blew his mind after watching mlor for the first time and this musical was the turning point for him because it made him change his degree from a drama actor to a musical one. and that song is also his favourite. and hilariously we had like... a LOT of musical actors perform this song at some point. there are two? three? maybe more? translations of le bien qui fait mal. its insane. i will add it to this post later. anyway yeah mlor is just really good and has a very cool vibe and good songs. at some point in 2018 or something i watched it SO many times that i could literally quote it entirely. in french yeah

yeah here it is! sorry it has russian subtitles. there was a version with eng subtitles on youtube, it probably is still here. and like. yeah. this ↓ thing has rewritten chemistry in a certain number of brains. people here really love it <3

3. icarus the rock opera. this is a recent one, i didnt know about it before but its been on my mind every day for the past half a year. a russian rock opera because we looove rock operas. i saw it for the first time in february and then went again in may and now planning to go in november. the story is set in modern setting and its NOT about the icarus from myth, its about another guy who lives in a very strict society with tons of Rules and Regulations and stuff and he gets inspired by the original myth and is building wings- mechanical wings, not with feathers but with metal and wires and so. a guy who doesnt really gets what true freedom is. and the whatever comes out of trying to be truly free in a society that is very much against people being free. im not agreeing entirely with the plot (there are some specific moments that bug me) but its not the point its not about that. there are also like. a lot of dog motifs (this was made for me). there are certain french revolution/les miserables vibes (this was made for me). and a lot of wings (THIS WAS MADE FOR ME). there are people flying on stage. all the voices are so SO fucking good, there are REALLY cool and talented people playing here, the casting is so good. also its a rock opera and like every single song slaps. its insane. there are 40+ songs and they all sound so fucking good. i do not like the official studio recording but i do have whole audios of the musical so im good. also its a recent musical (the premiere was in 2023 i think?) and they still experiment with things and like the performance in may had so SO MUCH more bass/additional instrumentals(?) than the february one. like it sounded 10 times cooler and better and it sounded SO ROCK. it was so cool. anyway i fell in love with it a little more than i probably should have and ive been thinking about it nonstop for the past months. been drawing things inspired by it. dragged a friend and brother to see it with me. now im planning to take my father there. ive really been excited about all that i mean its GOOD its so cool i want to show it to more people

4. company. not precisely favourite, but another important one to me. i love love LOVE steven sondheim’s musicals, i absolutely love sweeny todd and into the woods and merrily we roll along and others but company is the one that kinda... really been on my mind. a story about a person (not gender specific because currently there’s a broadway version with a woman as main character) named robert/bobby and their company of married friends who are REALLY determined to get bobby to also date and marry someone. bobby goes around to their friends asking them about their marriages and partners and stuff. tons of humour and such but the ending is also kinda... bittersweet? and is really up to interpretation. i’ve seen people say they dont get the ending and “why did it end like that :/” bur for me thats the really neat detail about company... its up to you! the story doesnt give you a straight answer. and the last bobby’s song, being alive, is also one of the greatest songs ever writter and one of my favs. for me there’s like... a big thematic overlap in hedwig and company since they both are about finding yourself and figuring that you are your own person and you can be whole, not a broken half that “needs” to date/marry someone. well, if you interpret it the way i do. because bobby isnt ending up together with someone! they are fine as they are. maybe they will date someone later, maybe not, maybe they’re fine with just having someone around without romantic relationships. we dont know! and there are some specific moments in this musical that hit really hard. “do you see what you’re doing to yourself? you know if other people did to you what you’re doing to yourself they could be put in jail?” like this one kinda stuck with me. anyway sondheim’s musicals, i think, require some... specific mindset maybe? like i DO love them but it usually takes me a couple of years to truly GET them and really appreciate them. sondheim’s music sounds very classical, and it seems boring to some people, and like. you kinda should really listen in(?) and like. hear them. idk how to explain it. listen and hear the words and music and sounds and stuff. they start to sound really interesting and pleasant and deep once you let them to. i love how company sounds

5. next to normal. musical dealing with mental illnesses. about a woman with bipolar disorder that gets worse and the way it affects her family. her daughter who is neglected and studies too hard at school and later is turning to drugs. her husband who doesnt know how to help her. her psychiatrist who also doesnt know what to do with her. its... kind of heavy material, shes grieving her son who died not even being a year old and she keeps thinking that he is alive and well and is here with other family members, he is 18 in her mind and she talks with him and seeks support in him, while hes kind of... trying to get her to commit suicide (the son being the personification of her illness but that kind of spoilers here already sorry). grief, depression, illness, drug abuse, suicide, that kind of stuff here. later a surgery is being performed on her to help her and it doesnt... really go well. not a really happy ending but more of a relieving one. also again the songs are GOOD and there a LOT of them (40+ also??) and like. they also hit very hard. a musical that is actually very relatable, in one way or another and its very dear to me

6. tick tick boom. i dont really listen a lot to it but its an important one to me thematically... wont really go into details but its an autobiographic musical by johnathan larson who wrote rent and it shows the struggles of artistic creative person whose birthday is coming up and who is afraid that he threw his life away and not achieved big things by the time he turns 30. who is broke and is facing difficulties in relationships with friends and loved ones and grows distant spending years on a thing that wont have the success he dreamed it would and is facing the “you spent the last 8 years writing a musical that nobody’s interested in. they are waiting for you to do next thing, to come up with another one. you kinda fucked up your relationships with friends because you thought that everything will be okay after you show your musical and you will have fame and money and would be able to fix everything. you are turning 30 and you didnt achieve things you hoped for and you feel useless and hopeless and afraid. what are you gonna do?”. like it really hits. also i had a luxury of going to the premiere of our translated tick tick boom production here! and even with my favourite actor in main role! and it was based on the original tick tick boom script (theres a 2021 movie but its a bit different from the original play) and it just was really really really cool. probably will see it again in august!

honourable mentions aka used to be my favs at some point and still are very dear to me but now kinda slipped away BUT I STILL LOVE THEM DEARLY:

the marvin trilogy. it consists of three one-act musicals – in trousers (1978), march of the falsettos (1981) and falsettoland (1990) – and i love them all but ESPECIALLY in trousers... it sounds so weird and unlike normal musicals. and i LOVE it. its also a... sad story and the first time i watched falsettos (march and falsettoland joined together to make a whole musical, a 2016 production) i ugly cried like a LOT and it was so. fucking heartbreaking. and then of course i went to inflicting these horrors on others (“yeah its just a family musical:3 nothing can go wrong”)

les miserables because i LOOOVE lesmis

rent because cool rock music and really cool songs

moulin rouge I LOVE THOSE DANCING HOES (c)

jesus christ superstar because cool rock music and really cool songs x2. also its my fathers favourite music/musical/album ever

le roi soleil / 1789: les amants de la bastille / le rouge et le noir – french musicals that are just. really cool. i watched them the same time i watched mozart l’opera rock and they also stuck with me. and also i love history and especially the french revolution! etre a la hauteur from le roi soleil is one of my favourite songs and i love it a lot. la gloire a mes genoux from le rouge et le noir is also one of my all time favs. basically yeah really good french musicals with really good songs

so i think thats it!!! cannot thank you enough for letting me talk about these things, they are actually a very very very important part of me and i LOVE talking about them!.. love you very very dearly <3

[lilysqueaks]

The Night of Kinks

So recently my Mistress instructed me to write about a fantasy of mine that has yet to be fulfilled, so i thought i'd write out one of my biggest dream scenarios.

The day starts by going out into the city with my partners on a hot day, everyone wearing socks, and some might even wear a pair of nylons below the socks. We enjoy an amazing day together, walking through the city, going to a cafe, getting us some boba, sitting in the sun, and just embrace the company together.

After a few hours we're all quite exhausted and are about to head home, and as usual the bus home feels like 40 degrees as they never turn on the AC, and so we're sweating even more than we were before.

Finally we arrive at home, we all grab us something cool to drink, and take a quick breather, after which one of my partners commands me to lay down on to the bed, which i gladly oblige.

The moment i lay down, everyone starts taking the cuffs that are around the bed, and immediately tie me into place into an X shape. I immediately start fantasizing what happens next, until the first person sits down onto the bed next to me, and takes their shoes off, at which point i realize that nobody besides me took their shoes off when we entered the apartment.

So immediately after taking their shoes, and socks off they press their sweaty, stinky, still wet feet into my face and order me to inhale, which i immediately do. They smell absolutely glorious! A smell i just can't get enough off.

While they get comfortable resting their feet on my face, and start relaxing after this tiresome day, i'm completely absorbed in the smell of their feet, and barely realize how everyone else also started sitting down on the bed. Taking their shoes, and socks off. And suddenly… there were multiple soaked in sweat bare feet in my face, and all i could smell, all i could think of were these beautiful soft feet and their smell right in my face.

While barely aware of my surroundings, someone started taking off my chastity cage, and started taking my hen into their hands. I shall note that i haven't cum in months which is the usual, and i'm incredibly sensitive to even the slightest of touches, instantly a loud moan escapes my lips. Someone starts taking my balls into a super tight grip, massively stretching all the skin around it, meanwhile someone teases me with the lightest of touches just right around the frenulum.

They not just keep to this part though, swapping between teasing touches, stroking, licking, using a vibrator, and whatever else that comes to their mind to edge me, to make me even more desperate than i'm already are.

Even though i'm already barely aware of everything that's happening, 2 pair of feet suddenly start covering my mouth & nostrils, leaving me unable to breath. This hasn't been the first time we've done breath play, so i start tapping my hand against their legs to signal that i'm still conscious, and so they keep going. Forbidding me air. I'm almost at the brink of passing out when they finally allow me to breath again. I desperately gasp for all the air i can get, inhaling even more of their divine foot stink.

After having already lost count of how many times i got close, someone suddenly asked if i want to cum. And of course i want to scream yes, my hypnotic conditioning makes me even more horny, and desperate when i'm getting asked to. But my conditioning also causes that whenever i'm asked to cum, that the only thing i can respond with is begging to stay denied. And so, against every fiber in my being, i scream no.

This keeps going, and repeating for a really long time.

After who knows how long we take a break, we hydrate, and all take a moment to come down.

For the next few hours we fulfill some fantasies of my partners, things they always wanted try, and never had the chance to. We do everything from impact play, temperature play, bondage positions, pet play, anal, hypno, and a whole lot more.

Someone said that one of their fantasies is to be tied to someone else while the others play with the two, and my eyes rise open & light up, as this has been one of my oldest fantasies. Being tied to someone else, both unable to move, maybe the only thing they can do is kiss each other, or maybe both their heads are kept just out of reach so whatever to try, they can't fully reach the other persons mouth. Maybe both are tied back to back, and a double sided dildo is inserted into both of them, making the two feel immense pleasure on every tiny move they do. These and more ideas immediately shoot into my head, years of fantasizing about this specific scenario, and this night, they all became real.

After a lot more things have happened, it is my turn again to fulfill one of my deepest fantasies. Getting mercilessly tickled by multiple people all over my body. A laughing that's almost screaming, while writhing in my ties, trying to escape my tormentors though there's no escape for me. I have to endure the tickling everywhere at once, with just tiny breaks in between to make me think i can regenerate, just before they start all over again.

And so the night continues, taking turns with everyone's fantasies and desires.

Towards the end almost everyone already had an orgasm, or multiple, and was satisfied, well… except me. Having been close to the edge numerous times, pleasure the only thing left on my mind. I don't even expect to cum anymore. After all… i can only beg to stay denied even longer, so there's not really a chance for me, right?

As a final act my Princess says she wants to fuck me, dump all the cum she's left into my ass. So i am on my fours, butt towards my Princess as she starts pounding me. By now my ass is quite loose, and she enters easily. Lost in the pleasure i barely recognize as someone slides below me. One of my partners starts taking my hen into their mouth, giving me a blowjob while i'm getting pounded by my Princess. Suddenly someone else slides their cock in my mouth, pounding my mouth over and over. And if that wasn't enough, someone else starts pinching my nipples, and groping my breasts.

At this point i'm utterly overwhelmed with everything that's happening, and i barely realize how i'm once again getting closer, and so i warn my Princess. Once again she asked me if i want to cum, and once again, all i can do is begging to stay denied, but she doesn't stop pounding. She puts on a pitying voice, asking me if after everything i still don't want the blissful release, getting closer, and closer in the meantime. But yet again i can only ask for my denial, and after being allowed to just say this the cock starts pounding my mouth again. And my Princess keeps on ramming my p-spot, over and over again. Getting dangerously close i warn my Princess by tapping her that i'm really close, but instead of slowing down, she rams herself into my ass even deeper, and screams "Cum for me!".

I suddenly start to loudly moan & scream, and shoot my load into my partners mouth, while my mouth & ass gets filled with cum as well. The moment feels like minutes, as we're all feeling the pleasure of our orgasms.

Slowly we all come to our senses. Fall onto the bedsheets next to each other, exhausted, satisfied, happy. We cuddle up to one another, enjoying the bliss, enjoying the closeness.

While we're laying there we think about all the crazy things we did over the past few hours, all the kinky, some disgusting, and sometimes silly fantasies we tried throughout this night.

After a whole while of which nobody can really recall how long really, we get out of bed, take a shower, and grab one of Princess' amazing self made meals. Sitting down together, talking about the fun we had, laughing, and maybe even feeling a tiny bit ashamed, but in a good, laughable way.

And just we're about to head to bed, the sun already starts rising again, but we're going to sleep anyway… although… there isn't enough space for everyone in the bed, so 2 of us gotta sleep in the kennel overnight, and tightly cuddling each other.

So these have been my biggest unfulfilled fantasies ever.

In short Having multiple sweaty, smelly feet playing with my face, my body. Being edged & denied for hours on end. Being tied together with someone. Getting mercilessly tickled by multiple people. Being spitroasted.

But most importantly, i want to enable others to fulfill their fantasies. It's what makes me happy the most, i'm an enabler through and through, and want everyone to be able to experience the things they've only dreamed about.

[ilikekidsshows]

I hate that in Revelator Marinette saw what Alya's reaction was to the secret Marinette is keeping, and yet at the end Marinette whimpers at an Alya who lost her memories that she's afraid that Alya could possibly ever hate her, so Alya is made to unknowingly invalidate her previous feelings so Marinette is calmed into upholding the status quo by not attempting to fix the thing Alya called her out for.

That is.. the SECOND time Miraculous used a method like this to validate Marinette by not letting her partners know what they are actually talking about.

Adrien in Kuro Neko and now Alya in Revelator.

It was already a moral disaster the first time which the show hever recovered from, but pulling that a second time is a level of unwillingness to let Marinette face actual consequences I can't wrap my head around.

Just don't write conflicts like that into the story if you don't wanna challenge your MC at all?? What the point of writing these conflicts just to always break morality's back to instead let Marinette have her way through deliberate and selfish deception.

It even ruins any weak argument that could have possibly been made for Marinette having "learned her lesson" ever since she did it to Chat Noir "so clearly she doesn't need to be called out for it and take accountability! She totally grew past that so it would be unfairly punishing her for something she already flawlessly matured from"

She's doing the same shit to alya now, clearly she hasn't learnt ANYTHING from the season 4 Ladynoir conflict. Not to mention how she's once again reducing Chat Noir to nothing but an agenciless tool in Revelator. She pretty much said that she knows that Chat wouldn't agree with her secrecy towards Adrien because she fears that letting Chat know would result in him telling Adrien behind her back which leaves her feeling helpless because she couldn't stop him as unknown civilian person.

Alya at least only decided to use Chat for something he wouldn't agree with because Alya made it very clear that she's expecting of Marinette to come clean. And considering that Alya's first question was "does Chat Noir know?" it's actually a relief to have canon proof for once that someone gives a damn about Chat's dignity.

Cause from Alya's side, you can genuinely say that she only went with deceiving him here because she was fully convinced that it wouldn't last long due to Marinette coming clean and explaining everything. That's the best partnership and leadership Chat Noir has received in seasons... and, mind you, this still isn't GOOD good. It's just for once a type of deception I can work with because it still upholds a moral standard, particularly because Alya makes it clear that she doesn't want this secrecy to last. It's a temporary deception that already included the intent to properly make up for it.

That's the bare minimum, but in comparison to Marinette's writing, it's a heaven sent.

So obviously, Marinette had to be written to ruin everything by manipulating Alya into validating her instead and letting her trust in Marinette to make up for the harm being done be completely in vain.

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It's dramatic, that's why it's there. Like, the one thing that Astruc can be said to be good at is setting a scene, because he's a storyboard artist by trade. He knows how to make a scene pop out and be memorable, how to invoke strong feelings in the moment, and it all falls apart as soon as you know this trick and look at the scene in question in relation to the rest of the episode and series. There is no consistency, the buildup and payoff fall flat and the context makes these dramatic scenes annoying or abhorrent based on the intensity of bending over backwards to validate Marinette involved.

Like, I first noticed this tendency of the show in the New York Special. Everyone praised the reunion scene at the end of the special and all I could think of was “we still haven't discussed Cat Noir's trauma over killing someone, he just felt like he had to come back because Ladybug needed him”. That broke the magic for me, since then, every time I look at a dramatic scene in Miraculous, I am reminded of everything they left unaddressed or with how much ease and Marinette-prioritizing the scene will get resolved with.

Alya getting upset at Marinette is a powerful scene and vindicates the audience members who think she's gone too far. They love it. Then it gets wiped away and undone so that it won't influence the show, because we can't have Marinette suffer actual negative consequences. But the people still willing to believe in this show see that scene as evidence that the writers can do better. Marinette was called out (except the person took it back after a quick mind-wipe)! She wasn't easily forgiven (instead they wiped away all knowledge of her guilt)! Alya is holding her accountable (she can't with her mind wiped)!

[theweirdeone]

which ship will saile?

Chapter Two:"and they live happily ever after"

Impuls sat at his desk, fingers flying across the keyboard. He was deep in his work when, out of nowhere, Tango’s fist slammed onto the desk.

Impuls yanked off his headphones, blinking up at him in confusion. "What’s up?"

"We need to talk."

"Yeah, you’re right," Impuls admitted with a sigh. "I definitely took on a project way too big with way too little time—classic me. Do you think Xsoma will be mad if I don’t finish coding his game?"

Tango crossed his arms. "This isn’t about Xsoma. We need to talk about yesterday."

Impuls frowned. "What about yesterday?"

"Why did you decide to come out to us? The Z.I.T.S. crew?" Tango asked, his tone sharp—more investigative than curious.

Impuls shrugged. "Because you guys are my best friends? Obviously, I told my parents. Told my siblings. Now it was your turn!"

Tango raised a brow. "And it had nothing to do with certain feelings toward a particular angel named Skizz who happens to be in this friend group?"

Impuls flushed. "No."

"You sure? ‘Cause when I first saw you two together back when we all met, I thought, ‘Wow, the introverted demon, who only seems truly happy when he’s talking about coding, is somehow completely at ease around the loudest, most social guy in the room! good platonic friendship still exists'. But after your reaction yesterday, when Skizz said he had feelings for you… well, suddenly I’m not so sure it’s just platonic."

Impuls had two options.

One—tell Tango to mind his own damn business. Probably what most people would say.

Or two—just admit it.

"Yeah, you know what? Yes, I’m in love with Skizz."

Tango blinked, visibly thrown off. "Okay… are you gonna tell him?"

Impuls scoffed. "What? Absolutely not! Do I look like the kind of person who just tells someone that kind of thing?I’m going to follow him like some lost puppy for at least five months. Every day, my feelings will grow and grow—until one day, he shows up here in a Po-Po uniform because Etho got in trouble for something stupid, like not paying a fine. And I’ll look at him and think, ‘Oh my god, he’s so hot in that uniform.’ Then I’ll follow him to Etho’s lab in the basement—you know that guy hasn’t seen sunlight in years—and we’ll accidentally get locked in an air chamber, which of course is controlled by one of Etho’s ridiculous invention clocks. And then, when we’re stuck in that tiny space together, I won’t be able to hold back anymore and I’ll just—kiss him."

Impuls finished his dramatic monologue, gesturing like he was narrating some romance novel.

Tango just stared, hands on his hips, looking thoroughly unimpressed. "Impuls. What the hell?"

Impuls chuckled. "Obviously, that’s not how it’s going to happen. I don’t live in a romantic fantasy, Tango. But do you honestly think I can just walk up to him and say, ‘Hey, the guy I’ve been friends with since high school, the guy whose sister I dated because she was the closest thing to dating him—I’ve been in love with you since the day I walked into that drum lesson you were teaching. Wanna be my boyfriend?’ It doesn’t work like that, Tango."

Tango sighed. "Okay, okay. Do what you think is best... You want coffee?"

[buggyluv]

Appetite | Nico Robin ♡

Masterlist | OP Masterlist

Reposted from deleted account and cross-posted on AO3.

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Pairings: Vampire!Robin x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

WC: 2.5K

CW: Predator/prey dynamic but its in a dream, consensual blood drinking, human x vampire, lesbian sex. kind of a modern!au

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“You can't run from me,” Robin's voice booms through the forest, bouncing off the tree trunks surrounding you as you run. You have seen the look on her face; your wife has been reduced to nothing more than a hungry animal. You can't hear how far behind you she is, whether that's because the snapping of twigs and crunching of leaves caused by your own footsteps is drowning out the noise or, the more terrifying option, she's not actually running.

You're so close to the edge of the forest, close to freedom. Hopefully, people will be on the road, and you will get help.

Unfortunately, fate is not so kind to you. The taste of safety fizzles on your tongue as your shoe gets caught on a rock, and you lose your balance completely. You hear the flapping of wings and don't even have time to think before Robin's whole body weight is on you. You open your eyes to see your wife's face, though something about her is off.

She buries her nose in the crook of your neck. Her vampiric grip holds you in place; you can't escape now. “Your blood smells divine. I need to taste it”

You know how she feels about your scent. It was one of the things that drew her to you, but she promised she would never lose control and hurt you. You wonder if you could beg to appeal to that human part of your wife or if the woman you know has been lost for good.

“Please, baby, be good to me. You promised you'd never hurt me,” you whimper. You don't get a verbal response. Instead, Robin licks from your shoulder and up your neck to your jaw.

“You never have a problem with me hurting anyone else. I promise it won't kill you. I'm just hungry, baby. Don't you want to feed me?” The voice comes from Robin's mouth, but it has a static edge like the vocal cords have been fried, and it's nothing like Robin's. The monster isn't wrong; you always turn a blind eye when Robin has to feed, and her feeding has only killed a handful of times. Most of the time, people get dizzy for a few days, endure a rough hangover, and then a week later, they're good to go. You suppose you are being a hypocrite, maybe a taste of your own medicine is worth it.

“Okay”, you whisper, and a primal growl tears through the vampire's teeth. Her hands slide from your wrists to your own, interlocking your fingers. Her teeth sink into your neck before you can even fathom what's happening. You feel the sharp sting of both top and bottom fangs then a fuzzy warmth spreads through the area until eventually it goes numb and you feel nothing at all.

As soon as your eyes close, they're open again. You look around and realise you're in your bedroom, with your wife sound asleep next to you. She shifts beside you when you wake, and you turn in time to see her open her eyes. For a second, there's a flash of something primal, then the warmth seeps in, and she looks like the woman you married years ago.

“Is everything ok, dear?” she asks, hand reaching to caress your cheek. She's cold to the touch, a side effect of vampirism, but you can feel her intentions through the pads of her fingers. You're a little shocked by how needy you're feeling, especially after such a graphic nightmare. Your panties are uncomfortably wet and you're aching to be touched.

“Yeah, I'm fine,” you say, shuffling closer to Robin. “Just had an odd dream, that's all. Nothing to worry about”

You pull her into a kiss and readjust so you're straddling her. It's desperate and frantic, so much so that one of her fangs accidentally nicks your bottom lip. The scratch makes you whine as you pull back from the kiss. You can feel your skin warming as embarrassment rises like bile in the back of your throat. Your dream wasn't as much of a nightmare as you initially thought. She slides a hand between your legs, and you groan, dropping your head to her shoulder.

“Must've been one hell of a dream” she teases. “You're fucking soaked.”

You're horny beyond words, so you nod, moaning as she works her fingers between your legs. You're so close to cumming until a harsh screeching fills your ears. Never before have you felt so victimised by an inanimate object. Robin reaches her unoccupied hand to her nightstand and turns off her alarm clock. She pulls her other hand from your pyjama bottoms and licks her fingers clean.

“I'm sorry baby, I have an important meeting today. I'll make it up to you later. Why don't you put on something pretty for me later?” she suggests, sitting up with you still in her lap. She kisses your shoulder affectionately, encouraging you to move from her lap so she can get ready for work. She can't go out in the sun, but she's gotta help you pay for rent somehow, so she put the credentials she got when she was ‘human’ to good use and became an archaeology consultant for a museum. She works mostly from home, so you get to see her work.

With a huff, you get up, allowing her to get out of bed. You go through your regular morning routine with her. Once your faces are washed and your teeth are brushed, she sits between your legs and hands you a hairbrush. You started brushing her hair as soon as you moved in. You brush in silence, enjoying the Intimacy of the act. You can tell the repetitive action calms her. Once she's dressed, she goes to her office, and you stay behind in the bedroom, examining your morning.

Your dream gnaws at your chest all morning as you get started on your half of the chores. You can't accept that you were so worked up over the idea of your wife feeding from you. You try to tell yourself it's just the visual appeal of her fangs. Fangs are inherently sexy to look at, especially on a woman that exudes the control and power that Robin does. Her fangs are probably strong enough to take a chunk out of you, and you're so deeply in love with her, you'd probably let her. It's not cannibalism because you're, technically, no longer the same species. Your own sick train of thought turns your stomach. You stop vacuuming and sit down on your sofa hiding your head in your hands.

“What do I do?” you whisper to yourself. After five minutes of muttering under your breath and glaring at your coffee table, you can still feel the echo of her teeth. It's an all-consuming thought. It's a strange mix of guilt, disgust and pure eroticism.

You did marry a vampire so there must've been some interest in her monster side from the beginning. You've always been an adrenaline junkie. Maybe you just need to get this one sick desire out of your system, and you'll go back to normal. You know Robin is running out of her blood bags, so she's going to have to feed from humans until she can order more. You try to push the image of the soulless creature out of your mind and remind yourself of your unwavering trust in your wife. Robin has done nothing but love you and care for you the entire time you've known each other. She wouldn't take enough blood to kill you. no matter how good it tastes to her.

When her lunch break comes around and she's all done with her meeting, you approach her office, clad in lingerie with your makeup and hair done, ready to flush whatever sickness you have from your system. You've researched vampire feeding; you know what tastes good to them, you know the side effects on humans and you know it's going to hurt. Strangely, the thought doesn't deter you; the closer you get to the office, the more excited you are.

You knock on the door to Robin's office, waiting for her permission to enter. You take one last deep breath, accepting your fate, and enter the room.

“Lunch delivery” you sing, as she looks up from her laptop. Her jaw drops as she sees how you look.

“What did I do to deserve all this?” she asks, putting her laptop in the desk drawer and pushing the large chair back so you can straddle her. “I guess we can pick up where we left off this morning,” she says, leaning in to kiss you.

“I wanted to ask if I can do something for you, " you say, cradling her face in your hands. She nods, listening to you. “You're almost out of blood bags. I wondered if…I could be your blood bag,” You say, tilting your head and baring your neck to her.

“You want me to drink from you?” she says, voice unsure. She's never drunk from someone she loves. “It'll hurt you”

“I know. I know it will. I want it to,” You whimper out, guiding one of her hands to your panties. She's still apprehensive, but you see her expression faltering, her vampiric side pushing forward. “That's what I dreamed about last night; that's what got me this soaked.” You say, moaning as her fingers rub your sensitive clit.

“Are you sure you want me to bite you?”

“Positive. I'm not scared of your fangs. They're fucking sexy”

“If it's too much, we're stopping”, she insists, waiting for you to agree before letting you pull her back into a kiss. She moves your panties to the side and slips two fingers inside of you. She trails her lips down your neck, stopping at the base where she presses her nose and takes a whiff, inhaling your scent. On your first date, she told you she could hear your nervous heart frantically pumping blood around your body, it had freaked you out at first but you've grown used to her vampire senses. “You smell delicious. So sweet,” she hums, returning her lips to yours and moving her fingers inside you. She fingers you with precision as she presses her thumb to your clit. She plays with your clit as her fingers skillfully pleasure you.

“I'm gonna cum” you moan, and Robin nods, pulling away from the kiss and positioning her head at the junction of your neck and shoulder. She takes a deep breath, waiting for you to be on the edge of your orgasm before finally sinking her four fangs into your soft awaiting skin. The pain throbbing in your neck sends shockwaves through your body, sending you barrelling face-first into your orgasm. You practically scream out Robin's name as you soak her hand and wrist. You gush as she suckles the wound. The throbbing eases into a numb feeling comparable to pins and needles. She doesn't take a long drink. It's not enough to sustain her until her next order arrives and you're not dizzy yet. You're not experiencing any side effects. She probably only took a few drops.

“Not enough, need a juicier spot,” Robin says, voice dazed as if she's the one who's been drunk from. She licks over the bite mark, letting her natural healing abilities seal the wounds. She pulls her fingers from your pussy, and licks them clean. She hadn't even noticed you squirting at first, so focused on the heavenly taste of your blood. The sight of your juices mixing with your blood has you whimpering on top of her. She lifts you up, planting you on her desk and laying you down. She pulls your panties completely off.

“The thigh is the second best place to drink after the neck. The blood tastes better, in my opinion, but there's more fat in the way of the vessels.” She says, more to herself than you. “I'll make you feel good first”, she promises, using her hands to pull your thighs apart.

She leans in, suckling your clit into her mouth, smiling against you as you moan for her. Your hands shoot down to grab her hair.

“Fuck, baby, it feels so fucking good” You moan and she flicks her tongue at your clit. She all but makes out with your clit. She's sloppy and more enthusiastic than usual, it's a big change from her usual demeanour in bed. She's a fiend, determined to devour every piece of you she can. She's like a venomous snake; the poison in her fangs is spreading through your veins, and you're paralysed to her and her will. Except, you know she's not venomous, there is no poison, you're just a woman who's walked willingly into a monster's grasp. Robin has completely consumed you.

Her tongue works you up absurdly quickly. Leaving you shaking, whimpering and clawing at her desk as she slurps up every drop of cum you have to offer. Your taste floods her tongue as she moans and whimpers against you. It's only now that you realise she's been touching herself.

“Let me taste you before you taste me again”, you beg. Robin obliges immediately, pressing her fingers to your lips. You accept them into your mouth Immediately, sucking them clean of all of Robin's juices. “You taste so good,” you say as she pulls her fingers free from your mouth.

“Oh sweet girl, nothing could ever compare to your taste”, and you know she's not talking about cum. She puts her hand back down her trousers, using your spit as extra lube to play with her sensitive clit while she drinks from you. This is turning her on as much as it is you. She softly moans as she grazes her fangs over your inner thigh.

Robin finally sinks her teeth into you, and both of you groan in pleasure. Your left leg kicks outward at the shock as your right leg stays still in your wife's grip. She takes a much longer drink from this wound, making herself cum as the taste of your blood floods her mouth. The sharp pain is more intense than the first bite but it fades into a throbbing ache much quicker. It's an oddly satisfying feeling, like pressing on a bruise or massaging a sore muscle.

You're exhausted, drained of blood and have had two orgasms. She's done with her drink, but she doesn't seal your wound right away. You want to ask what she's doing but can barely even form a sentence. You try and focus on feeling her hands. She's collecting the blood from your wound on her fingers. You're able to lift your head enough to watch her draw out her initials on your stomach. It's the last thing you see, her name marked on your skin in blood, before your eyes close. You feel her tongue finally seal the wound. You hear her reach for something from the drawer.

“I'm going to clean you up and get you bandages. You just rest for me, my perfect little treat”

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[nghtdsires]

as someone who was so entrenched in a world where people didn't say what they meant, everything a dance of spin and calculated admission it was a breath of fresh air to be with someone willing to be vulnerable and open - to make those truthful admissions no matter how soft and small they came it. it caused lauren to realize she was starved for that type of connection and while kellan couldn't have known it she was giving her a special gift. kellan had already proven she could disarm lauren into taking her own guard down.

the corner of lauren's lip quirked upward, enough to make her eyes crinkle when kellan gave that uncertain laugh and clarification it wasn't like that completely. "the feeling is very mutual," she said sincerely. "i wouldn't reject any further exploration of before, but would also be fully satisfied to wash our hair and share something with some less... intensity." although even as she said it she wondered if even the normal quiet moments could be without intensity with the way kellan made her feel. a different charged feeling perhaps.

she was glad kellan had taken her offered hand, connected and solid with the soft swipe of her thumb back and forth. lauren allowed kellan to dictate the hold but she did finally give it a gentle squeeze when kellan said she was kinda wrecked. the words wormed their way in and settled in lauren's chest to the point where she let out one long breath to release some of it.

"wrecked is a..." it was her turn to give a shaky laugh at herself, "a very accurate term for what you made me feel. in a good way," she was quick to clarify.

and then they were coming up on her place, lauren directing kellan to the parking garage with it's direct elevator to the upper floor her place was on. not the top but high enough to feel like she had earned something of value. "i'm glad you offered to come with me," lauren said on the ride up, pressing a kiss to kellan's temple, her heels eliminating the small height discrepancy between them.

she led them into her place, clean and well kept more out what little time she spent there than any meticulousness on her part. she lost her blazer and shoes immediately by the door and went for the kitchen to grab a water, pulling out a second glass for kellan. "would you like something to drink? or anything you'd like, simply ask." she wanted kellan to feel comfortable in her space so she tried to remain close, as if her own ease at having the woman share in her place might bleed off onto her.

kellan’s eyes flicked down to lauren’s hand resting open on the center console, palm up, waiting—not demanding. she hesitated just a beat before sliding her own hand into it, curling her fingers gently between lauren’s. her grip was soft at first, tentative. like she wasn’t sure if she deserved the comfort it offered. but as the silence stretched, her thumb brushed along lauren’s skin, slow and steady. like it grounded her. like she needed it to keep from floating away.

her eyes stayed on the road, but it was getting harder to focus with lauren beside her—looking like that, sounding like that. her presence soaked into every corner of the car, every quiet space in kellan’s head.

and when lauren offered the shower, her heart skipped.

there was a flicker of panic—too soon? too close?—but it was drowned out quickly by something else. something warmer. hungrier. it crept back in with full force: the memory of lauren’s skin, the sound she made when she was close, the way her mouth felt against hers. it hit her so suddenly, she had to squeeze the steering wheel with her free hand, exhaling slowly through her nose to keep herself steady.

her thighs pressed together. subtly. instinctively.

“...yeah,” she said finally, voice rougher than she meant it to be. “i’d really like that.”

she swallowed hard and glanced at lauren again—eyes darker now, hazy with the mix of nerves and want. she was still trembling a little, but it wasn’t fear anymore. not entirely. it was anticipation. tension. desire straining at the edges of her composure.

“i wanna be close to you,” she added, quieter this time, like it was some fragile truth she was only just learning to say aloud. “not just… for that. i mean, i do want that—” her breath hitched again, a faint, shaky laugh slipping out “—but i wanna be around you. even if we’re just washing our hair and pretending we’re normal people or whatever.”

a beat. then a more sheepish smile, barely there but honest.

“...i think i’m kinda wrecked for you already.”

[aroaceleovaldez]

i have suddenly become obsessed with a theme that HoO established but never proceeded to extrapolate on, which is:

You are Percy Jackson, and you have been swapped with a boy who was allegedly everyone's favorite person, but they have decided to replace him with you. They just met you. You stand next to his best friend and the people he's known his entire life. In his home. In his cloak. In his place. They stopped looking for him.

You are Jason Grace, and you have just found out you have a long lost sister who completely replaced you in her life with this girl you just met. Your lives and personalities are mirrors. She is you, living the life you were robbed of.

You are Annabeth Chase, and you have just become starkly aware that you have been inhabiting the void left behind by your best friend's long lost brother. You and Luke were just replacements for him. Now you have to look him in the eyes when he has nothing and know you took that life from him.

You are Piper McLean, and you have just found out your relationship is fake and built entirely on the memories of Annabeth Chase. You have been given a boyfriend when hers has been taken away. You have no idea how much of it is real or not but regardless you feel like if your relationship isn't exactly in their image that you have failed.

You are Leo Valdez, and you have just learned that you are the echo of your great-grandfather. You are not your own person. You just exist to be a mirror of him. A doppelganger. An actor and stunt double facing all the danger he never had to but wearing his face. To be there for his best friend decades later simply because he couldn't. You are playing a role. A seventh wheel and a pawn for a goddess who carefully sculpted your entire life for her own purposes.

You are Hazel Levesque, and the only reason you are alive is because your brother couldn't save your his sister. You are a consolation prize. An apology. Your existence here is misplaced in every way but you inhabit it anyways.

You are Frank Zhang, and you are a shapeshifter. Inhabiting your own body feels strange and clumsy when you could be literally anything at any time. You are anything and everything and live your life with the simple certainty of knowing exactly how you will die.

[eugene-da-potato]

Thinking about possible fanfic/au idea, where Paper after the end of second season decides to leave Hotel for a while to develop his own self-identity outside of his life with OJ, and OJ, living without Paper for the first time in almost a decade, realises how codependent with him he actually became and how much of his mental state were tied to Paper being by his side. Both of them learn to live without one another and find their own separated support systems and when Paper eventually comes back (because, still, all of his friends live here, duh) we're both self-sufficient but still appreaciate each other's positive traits and now are able to form functioning healthy relationships...

Yeah I think about them a lot

[902186]

thinking about kurapika and chrollo and parallels and this circle of horrors where they are the victims AND the tools of their fates.

they both think they are neither or more like they don't care about it at all. they don't see themselves as victims, and they see absolutely no other way to live other than this role they took upon themselves. kurapika had such a strong sense of identity and what he wanted to do with his life and understands himself perfectly at all times. he was a part of his clan, but he was more an individual than anything else. kuroro, on the other hand, never knowing, never thinking what his motives are, deliberately not understanding himself and desperately holding on to the spider. he can't be an individual but with others, he can be the spider.

and for both of them, it all started on vengeance. kurapika abandoned himself in order to become a tool, a weapon, to avenge his clan, and to collect scarlet eyes. he stopped being himself and became his people. kuroro didn't know his family, didn't know where he actually came from, didn't know who he was or what he was supposed to be. so growing up in meteor city, he held on to his people strongly. and in order to avenge and protect his people, he would become a tool, a weapon, he would give himself to them. he started being himself as he became his people.

kuroro could be something for his people. and kurapika could be nothing for his people.

kurapika took on the role of judgement for vengeance. kuroro took on the role of villain for vengeance. kurapika acted his part by diminishing everything he was, and kuroro acted his part by filling up his identity with it.

but one thing stays clear and fixed with them throughout it all. they would do anything for their people. for whomever they consider their people. "he'll put his friends before his mission." a weakness kuroro sees in kurapika so quickly and so easily. but the same thing he considers a strength in himself. "i am not your top priority. it is the spider that must be kept alive." as long as his people are alive, his identity will live on. and as long as kurapika is alive, his people’s identity will live on.

"now you will get to experience the pain of losing your home." kuroro (and the spiders) killing the kurta clan set this parallel in motion for himself as the circle began for kurapika. and (speculatively) kurta clan hurting his people was what set the circle in motion for kuroro, too. now thinking about where they are in the story and how their end could be, it is very clear that they are finally ending up in a place where they mirror each other (as they have from the beginning) and they can recognise it in each other and themselves. kurapika ending up empty after his mission and kuroro ending up empty after losing spiders. both of them purposeless and with no self left outside of it. in a way, this is how the circle ends. "i can hear that he accepted death." they walk with death every day with no fear and full acceptance and after losing the only thing they live for, not even something they hold on to because they don't see a point in being alive outside of the fact that they must keep going for their people, for their purpose, and if not then there's no reason to exist, they are meaningless.

kuroro's vengeance left kurapika all alone, with everyone he knew dead, and feeling hollow at the end. by fate, he ended up all alone, with everyone he knew dead and feeling hollow at the end.

and at that point, they will have to start a new page and build a new self for themselves.

[queenofthursday6599-blog]

Mmmm Jinx AU where after being taken in by Silco, thinking she's been abandoned by Vi leads to her not latching on to Silco as the most important thing in her life who she must be loyal to above all else, but full on swinging into the direct opposite direction and becoming like Sevika.

[This AU is in part inspired by the idea of Jinx becoming more idealogically like Sevika, but also from OG Jinx's personality.

OG Jinx is a character who's primary drive is her own personal enjoyment and happiness. Which comes from building weapons, causing explosions of all kinds, and pranking Piltoveans.

Jinx doesn't go out looking to kill people, she goes out to to have a good time, and if people happen to die while she's having her good time, then that doesn't really concern her.

Like there's this one quote about OG Jinx that basically boils down to: "If Jinx found a box of firecrackers that had a person sitting on top of it. She'd light the fireworks without even thinking about the person on the box because she was so focused on her excitement about fireworks, that she didn't even notice the person."

OG Jinx has prioritized her own personal enjoyment over everything else, that people potentially dying as a result of whatever she's doing is so completely irrelevant, to the point of her being effectively unable to perceive the potential collateral damage.

It's not even that OG Jinx wants to kill people, or enjoys killing people, it's just that people dying while she's doing what she loves isn't even a linked phenomenon in her brain. Because people (who die) are going to die eventually with or without her actions, so why shouldn't she enjoy herself even if people happen to die while she's doing so.

Jinx's loyalty to Zaun is prioritized in the same way in this AU. People are going to die with or without the revolution happening, so they might as well have the revolution.]

Loyal to the dream of Zaun over any individual leader.

I mean, she still comes to love Silco as a father figure, and he still comes to love her as a daughter, but also much like with Sevika, they're both fully aware that if Jinx ever comes to the conclusion he isn't the person who's the best bet for securing Zaunite independence, she'll abandon his gang and possibly go elsewhere.

Or even more so, if she comes to the conclusion that he's worse for Zaun than he is good, possibly kill him herself.

Which I feel like wouldn't stop him from loving her more than anything else.

I think he'd just consider it another aspect of her that makes her the ideal Zaunite. The ability to put The Cause even before her personal feelings and attachments, something he's still not able to do.

Basically this Jinx thinks of her loyalty to Zaun and her personal love for individuals in her life as entirely disconnected to each other, with Loyalty to Zaun being her default.

Which adds a number of complications to her relationships. Specifically her being totally unafraid to fight to the death against her loved ones without an ounce of remorse, and then thinking of it as a complete non-issue in the aftermath if they both survive.

Like she fully still considers Ekko her friend by the time Vi gets out of jail in this AU. Full on "We try to kill each other on alternating Thursdays, but that's no reason to stop being friends" feelings.

Which also results in her not feeling an ounce of shame in helping him and the Firelights out when it comes to basically anything they do that isn't in direct opposition to SIlco.

I mean, the Firelights are also working towards bettering Zaun just like she (honestly believes) is, they just have different opinions and methods of how to do so from Silco's gang. While also serving different parts of the community.

[And yes, Ekko and the rest of the Firelights have complicated feelings about Jinx in this AU. None of them know where she stands with them.

She'll help them without expectations one day, and then turn around and kill some of them in a confrontation without an ounce of hesitation the next.

Some of them hate her, some have mixed feelings. Others just think she's completely mentally unstable, and shouldn't be trusted considering she seemingly flips between being ally and enemy with no warning.

Ekko's feelings are especially complicated, as you can imagine.]

None of this is to say Jinx doesn't feel just as deeply about the people she loves, as she does in canon. It's just that trauma has convinced her that unequivocal loyalty to an individual vs an idea is a very easy way to be hurt.

Detached logical decision making as a way to avoid being harmed by making emotional mistakes. Which is what she feels is why she failed so much as Powder.

The belief, that she was so obsessed with gaining approval from individuals in her life, she never had a real personal goal to strive towards that she could measure progress and growth to. Resulting in her always feeling like a failure, even when she was doing good, or at least improving.

She's still deeply hurt by Vi choosing Caitlyn over her (as far as she could tell), the Firelights taking Vi, and her accidental killing of Silco while spiraling in the wake of her Shimmer surgery. She's also extremely frustrated by her freak out on the airship where she shoots Eve (pink haired Firelight).

Because she feels like those are instances where she gave into the impulse to emotional over reaction to specific individuals that caused all of Powder's problems.

She was so focused on Vi, and her desire for Vi's approval, that she couldn't fight the Firelights as effectively as she normally would.

She was so focused on Vi seemingly leaving her to go off with Caitlyn that she couldn't focus on fighting Ekko on the Bridge, resulting in her getting far more injured than she normally would have, and nearly not succeeding in getting the crystal back.

She was so triggered by thinking she was seeing Vi on the airship, that she completely lost it and started shooting indiscriminately and caused the job to go south and injured people on her own side.

She was so caught up in her spiral and hallucinations at the tea party, that she shot Silco based entirely on instinctual protective instinct when hearing the hammer being drawn on a gun on her vulnerable loved one, rather than anything intentional on her part. Which she'd previously had always sworn would be the case should it ever come to her killing Silco.

That if Jinx ever killed another of her loved ones, it would be because she knew with certainty it would result in the betterment of Zaun, not because she made a mistake because she was being an over emotional idiot.

I think the only major change from this Jinx's actions in the Season 1 part of the story would be how she went about stealing the Hexgem, and why she did so.

In canon she does so because she failed a job, and felt like she needed to do something big to prove to Silco that she was capable, in order to gain validation from him that she was. Even though he never tells her he doesn't think she's capable, just that she needs to take some time off because she had an episode.

He said "take a mental health day, even if you don't think you need it," and she responded, "so you think I'm a fuck up?!"

In this story. it's more that Jinx is so focused on what she could potentially do with Hextech to help the revolution and Zaun as a whole. That she was already planning to steal some research notes and crystals to get experimenting with it on her own terms, before the job gone south, and the new advancements in Hextech being whispered about for progress day.

Getting her hands on the newest form of Hextech is just her getting lucky.

This also means she doesn't steal it the same way. She doesn't do anything to kill any Enforcers, but she does cause a distraction with what seems to be a box of fire works going off prematurely on "accident".

With her swooping in to steal the notes and hexgem while everyone's busy with trying to contain the panic the fireworks accident is causing to really pay attention to what she's doing.

Which the Enforcers do react to, but everyone but Caitlyn disregards as an accident. As once it's clear that nothing other than a few decorations got ruined and people getting startled came of the fireworks incident.

They're far more concerned with the stealing of hextech that's happened, and Viktor's testimony of a young woman with long blue hair sneaking out of their lab.

With the fireworks incident being dismissed as an accident that's completely unrelated to the burglary of the Hextech lab. Beyond the burglar potentially using it as a convenient opening.

Caitlyn's not convinced, and it's already happened so close to the airship shootout incident, so she still goes down and ends up freeing Vi from Stillwater with some of Jinx's drawings as evidence, from the airship shootout.

Which does mean that her trajectory in the Season 2 part of the story would be a bit different.

She still goes into a depression after Silco's death. Mostly because she feels that she's broken her most important self imposed rule: not killing because of personal feelings about someone, but for The Cause.

She killed Silco not because she felt killing him would make things better, but because she was scared and spiraling and in that vulnerable emotional state, she defaulted to the same way of thinking that had gotten her loved ones killed the last time.

She protected Vi who she loved, and couldn't defend herself, based on gut instinct. And it resulted in the death of another loved one, and the complete destabilization of Zaun.

Now because Jinx is more focused on Zaun than on her personal relation ships, I don't know if she fires on the Council immediately after Silco's death the way she does in canon. I don't really think she would.

I could see her doing it because she's still in the peak of the Shimmer high, which is heightening all her emotions. Driving her to seek revenge on Piltover in her grief. Even though if she could think more clearly, she wouldn't do it, and would instead wait to gather an actual following and doing an organized and planned strike to be the most effective.

But I could also see SIlco's death snapping her back to reality as she sees it. That she simply takes the gem, her guns, and Silco's body and Disappears, vanishing into the night with neither Vi or Caitlyn knowing of the weapon she's built or what she's going to do next.

Which could have interesting repercussions on the story. Considering Piltover's council would to have agreed to Zaunite independence on the conditions of handing over Jinx.

Except the man they made that deal with is now dead, no one (except Sevika) knows where Jinx is to hand her over, and the Undercity is and of itself divided on handing one of their own over to Piltover (to potentially be executed, because of how dangerous Hextech can be, and a lot of the counsel fully thinking Zaunites are inherently dangerous, not to mention thanks to Caitlyn, Jinx is a known weapons builder, so what else do they think she'll do with access to Hextech other than build weapons) in order to gain independence.

I'm sure the chem barons would have no issue handing JInx over, because then they'd be free to divide up territory and completely take over with no one like Silco holding their leash, or PIltover dictating what is and isn't legal on their side of the river in the first place.

Oh the Firelights would be around to oppose them, but they'd never really were able to gain any ground beyond causing problems for Shimmer production.

But I'm not sure how more ordinary people would react.

I mean, in this AU it's pretty well known that Jinx holds the idea of Zaun above anything else, and was willing to help people who weren't affiliated with any specific group, as long as doing so wouldn't harm the independence movement of Zaun.

She's not really shy about expressing that stance, it's just up to everyone else to believe it or not.

Jinx, who would use her high position in Silco's circle to help ordinary Zaunites. Be it from one of the gangs overstepping and trying to start rackets Silco had forbidden, from unjust arrest from Enforcers, or even pointing them in the direction of the Firelights if she thought that was for the best.

Declaring that so long as the help she gave random people didn't harm or slow the march towards independence, helping her fellow Zaunite was helping Zaun, was part of the fight toward an independent Zaun.

She's the Loose Canon, shooting for Zaun and no one else. Loyal to no kingpen or Chembaron, but to The People of Zaun as a whole.

She has a bit of a following even without firing on Piltover or turning the Grey back on them. She's a bit of a living folk hero to some people, especially those she personally helped out of a bad situation, for no reason other than "I could, and doing so doesn't hurt anyone else. So why wouldn't I?"

Not to mention I definitely feel like Jinx would be way more intentionally politically educated in this AU than she is in canon.

JInx as she is in Arcane, never really gave a shit about Zaun's independence beyond what it meant to Silco (and later Isha), and she very obviously never bothered to learn anything about politics. At least nothing Silco didn't force her to learn.

But with Jinx's primary drive being Zaun, I feel like she'd definitely be way more politically minded, and while I do think she would consider turning herself over to Piltover to secure Zaun's independence (in a direct parallel of Vi's willingness to hand herself over to get the Enforcers to leave the Undercity alone to keep her family safe).

I don't think Jinx would actually go through with handing herself over.

Not with the Undercity being actively torn apart by gang disputes in the wake of Silco's death, no way of ensuring Zaun's prosperity after handing herself over, and no way of securing actual tangible betterment of conditions in Zaun even with Zaunite independence.

I mean from what we're told, Piltover's offer of independence was essentially cutting the Undercity loose.

Stopping their dumping of industrial waste into Zaun's water supply, ceasing utilizing of Zaun's air duct and water system for the climate control of Piltover's Hexgate system, release of Zaunites from Stillwater (or at least transfer to Zaunite custody)), and the Kiraman family handing over control of the vents that suppress The Grey over to someone from the Undercity weren't anywhere in that deal from what we're told.

[I don't think everyone on the counsel would have agreed to it if it was, they're all complete capitalists, no matter if some of them value sapient life more than others (Mel, Cassandra) on a conceptual level.

I believe the ones who outright hate Zaunites (which some of them clearly did) would have staunchly opposed if it meant having to alter how they actually approached how they ran their businesses, vs just cutting Zaun loose.

Hell I think those councelors would have gotten even more lax with their business regulations. I mean, Zaun wouldn't have been part of Piltover, and their citizens not their legal responsibility any more.

So why should anyone from Piltover worry about them dying? The trenchers wanted independence and if they can't survive without Piltover's support, how's that anyone's problem but the trenchers?]

It was, if you hand over Jinx, we'll legally make you not our problem any more.

Which I don't think a politically educated Jinx would go for. It would just leave Zaun to the messy power struggle that appeared because of the power vacum caused by Silco's death. None of the Undercity's actual problems would be solved, besides Enforcers no longer being able to harass them.

So the Zaun Piltover conflict would stay more political and less outright invasion than it is in canon as a result.

[crinj-central]

Aight so basically I got 2 theories about Haralds death, one being what I drew and posted last night on my art account

The other one doesn't involve Harald sacrificing himself and instead he refuses to see that he's been fooled the whole time. Tho personally I'm gravitating towards the one I drew already bc I like that one better LOL

[widevibratobitch]

something about being told im 'the leading person at this whole academy when it comes to interpretation and stage intelligence' by the husband of the woman im trying (not really. but i mean. who knows) to seduce... ok boy you got me. lets make it a polycule.

[asahiminato]

Me when I think my dad is cool and admirable