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thewhitefluffyhat · 3 years ago

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Thoughts on Deltarune Chapter 2

I wasn't even intending to write a Deltarune post, but here we are!

Have some extended ramblings/theorizing about Undertale, Deltarune, and the role of the "Player" vs character agency.

[Warning: full spoilers for ALL routes in both Undertale and Deltarune!]

Frisk’s Agency in Undertale

So I'm not sure how common this is nowadays (I haven't been following Undertale theories for a while), but I personally prefer the interpretation that there is no "Player" as an in-universe force in Undertale. I think it's a far more elegant story if the fourth wall isn't broken.

I'm also fond of the Narrator Chara and "Chara isn't pure evil until Murder Route teaches them to be" interpretations too.

And, of course, the third plank bridging those two is that I don't see Frisk as a just a pure, innocent cinnamon roll.

Because I like the story best when it's Frisk who chooses mercy or murder. It gives Frisk a much more complex character, if they are allowed to have the capacity for both immense kindness and immense cruelty. It even gives them an interesting implied character arc, if you take the natural progression path of True Pacifist > Murder Fun Times > Soulless Pacifist.

Just like Flowey, Frisk first tried to use their powers of Determination for good, but eventually they also grew curious and began to see the world as a game. And then they went too far and ultimately regretted it. Regretted it so much, in fact, that they were willing to sell their soul for just a chance to fix it.

After all, it's not you, the "Player," whose SOUL Chara wants. It's you, Frisk.

I also dislike the idea of an in-universe "Player" because that implies that "Frisk" is nothing but an empty shell - on ALL routes. All of those heartwarming moments in the True Pacifist route? All of the silly Flirt actions? Yeah, that's not Frisk, that's just as much the "Player" puppeting some poor kid's body as the events of the Bad Times.

Who knows what Frisk is truly like if their every action - good or ill - is controlled by some unseen, eldritch force? Now Frisk no longer has any characterization.

And given that said force overrides Frisk's agency, then isn't the "Player" evil no matter which route you take? It's become a story where they only "moral" choice is never to pick up the game at all. Hrm.

Anyway, but that's all Undertale. Which brings me to...

What the heck is going on in Deltarune?

Unlike Frisk=the Red SOUL in Undertale, we don't seem to control Kris=the Red SOUL in Deltarune. The game repeatedly underlines that the player only controls the Red SOUL, not Kris.

(Though, with stuff like the sound of the bathroom faucet only being audible when Kris's actual body is nearby - it seems like even when separated, the Red SOUL may still be perceiving through Kris's other senses besides sight...?)

With Spamton's dialogue and Kris's reaction after the non-Weird NEO fight, there's also a lot more emphasis in Deltarune of Kris (and the rest of the party!) being puppeted by some other force. And that's on top of all the stuff in the first chapter highlighting Kris/the Red SOUL's lack of agency.

Because of all those hints, Deltarune seems to be much more explicitly pointing toward that dark interpretation of Undertale - that the "Player"/Red SOUL is removing Kris's agency, regardless of route.

Indeed, I'm somewhat intrigued by the possibility that we/the Red SOUL might be forcing Kris to act nice just as much as we force them to act cruel. The way that Kris deliberately removes the Red SOUL in order to do some very suspicious actions might support that. As do some comments in Chapter 1, like characters in the post-Dark World walkaround noting how Kris is being less weird and more inquisitive than usual. Maybe Kris is the Knight and the Red SOUL is possessing them to undo their evil actions. Maybe the real Kris doesn't want to be friends with Susie and Ralsei at all!

But taking that interpretation to such an extreme also doesn't quite fit. Why does Kris slash the tires on Toriel's car? The only reason I can think of is that they want to keep Susie at their house. And why does Kris create the Dark World in their house? Is Kris creating the fountains because they want to have fun with friends? Especially right after the chapter emphasized how great the Dark World adventures were, that seems very likely.

There are also some smaller details too, of Kris interpreting the Red SOUL's input with their own spin (like saying things sarcastically), or of Kris chatting in a friendly way with Ralsei which the player/SOUL can't influence.

So, I'm pretty sure that even outside of the Red SOUL's control, Kris genuinely does like their friends.

Meanwhile, there were a lot of hints this chapter that Something Bad happened to Kris, Noelle, Dess, and Asriel when they went exploring in the forest by the graveyard. Most likely, they went into that ominous bunker south of the town. Is that incident related to Kris’s current strangeness?

And then, and THEN, there's the Snow Mercy route. That route seems to imply that the Red SOUL is both evil, and very much not Kris. Noelle says Kris isn't like themself, that their voice changes strangely, and she can still hear the creepy voice even when Kris is downed.

How to make sense of this all?

A Theory on Kris and the Red SOUL

One idea is that as scary and zombie-like as Kris looks without the SOUL, they're probably a nice, if lonely kid who desperately wants friends after their big brother went to college. (And possibly after something traumatic happened to them/their neighbor.) They're creating the Dark Worlds for the sake of fun and escapism.

But the Red SOUL puts an end to Kris's happy fantasies. Indeed, if the Red SOUL gives up, "the world is covered in darkness." So without the Red SOUL, would Kris simply keep creating fountains...? (What ARE the fountains, why can Kris and theoretically any Lightener create them?)

Maybe in the normal route, the Red SOUL is trying to gently help Kris move on and accept reality in some way. At the very least, I suspect Ralsei is working toward this goal.

But in that case... that's a pretty strange way for the Red SOUL to go about it, forcibly taking control of Kris to the point that the kid notices and seems to greatly resent it.

But what if the Red SOUL didn't have a choice about this arrangement either?

After all, the Red SOUL's customized vessel was discarded at the start of Chapter 1... and it was placed into Kris instead.

Here's a question: will Kris die if they're without a SOUL for too long?

Because there are an awful lot of moments in these games where characters break free of something they are bound to, but it doesn't end well: -Spamton collapses when his strings are cut. -The Darkeners can move freely outside their origin world for a while, but eventually turn to statues if they stay in another world. -Regardless of whether Berdly removes the Queen’s wires himself, he's exhausted and unable to fight any more after being under her control. -And when Kris takes the Red SOUL out of their body, their movements become slow and clumsy. Like it's a struggle for them to move at all.

Meanwhile in Undertale, post-Pacifist Asriel could maintain his form to say goodbye, but without SOUL(s), he inevitably returns to being Flowey.

So here's a theory: Kris died and/or lost their original soul. Perhaps due to some action/inaction on Noelle's part in the exploration incident. And as a last-ditch resort to keep them alive, the Red SOUL was somehow implanted in Kris.

(Also maybe Dess died/went missing at the same time...?)

And now, the Red SOUL the only thing keeping Kris around.

But just like in Undertale, it seems like Deltarune SOULs have wills of their own.

Which means Kris's current state is similar to the Chara-Asriel fusion, or Omega Flowey, or even Frisk-Chara. Control of the body is shared. The difference is that instead of the SOUL we play representing the original owner/will of the body, this time the SOUL we're playing as is the intruder.

Essentially, this time around we are playing the role of the Chara-equivalent instead of the Frisk-equivalent!

(Though whether Kris themself is more of Chara or Frisk I’ll leave to other theorists...)

Anyway, while Kris likely wishes to be rid of the SOUL and dislikes this whole body sharing arrangement, they know they can't survive without it. And perhaps Kris being in a partially soulless state might explain why they do questionable stuff like creating Dark Worlds and slashing their mom's car tires in order to play with their friends. (Again, see also: Asriel/Flowey.)

But when the Red SOUL and Kris are in alignment, things go okay. The Red SOUL suggests commands, but Kris is willing to follow and seems to enjoy being with Susie and Ralsei.

Let’s Talk About Snow Mercy

It's when the Red SOUL and Kris aren't in alignment... well. That seems to be what's happening in the Snow Mercy route. That kind of situation sure didn't go so hot with Frisk and Chara in Undertale, so I doubt this will end nicely for Kris and the Red SOUL either. At the very least, Kris seems to have been visibly upset after what happened with Noelle in this route.

(By the way, there are two other moments in Chapter 2 when Susie asks if Kris is okay - first after the normal Spamton NEO fight and subsequent discussion of what it meant and second after she and Kris approach the bunker.

Three different moments, but Kris appears to react similarly. Are all of these things related? The bunker, Kris being puppeted, and the events of the Snow Mercy route?)

Meanwhile, here’s a contrast. Undertale's Murder Route seemed to exist for the sake of curiosity and power - either the "Player" or Frisk's desires, whichever interpretation you subscribe to. And the changes to the world were all logical consequences of that - because of the Fallen Child's rampage, friendly NPCs disappear, major characters fight you more seriously, etc.

But the actions in Snow Mercy are... weirdly specific, weirdly unpredictable. It doesn't come across as a simple power trip. Instead, Snow Mercy is a bunch of really bizarre actions that feel even more mysterious to the player as they are to Noelle and Kris. I sure wouldn't have guessed that backtracking to the trash heap and freezing a bunch of enemies would lead to new items spontaneously appearing and then giving Noelle access to a scary new spell. It's like something straight out of a creepypasta!

The overall tone that comes across to me is that the Red SOUL seems to know what it's doing, even while the player is kept in the dark. And given Noelle's responses, it almost seems like the SOUL is trying to remind her of events/actions from her past, events which are obviously unknown to the player. All of which leads me to think that the Red SOUL has motives and goals of its own... so just like Undertale, this probably isn't a situation of the "Player" being a fourth wall-breaking force either.

The Red SOUL is its own character.

And I'm certainly curious to find out more about them!

#undertale #deltarune #deltarune chapter 2 #frisk #kris #chara #noelle #the red soul #no separate player #undertale analysis #deltarune analysis #my ramblings #read more #is this my first ever deltarune/undertale analysis post?#huh I think it is!#haha I guess I've always just been a reader until now

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drasin · 3 years ago

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BlaCage Fictober 2021

Welcome to my very first fictober! I'm really happy that I managed to write this, and even more so because it's my beloved rare pairing! As a result, I decided to make this a story about their developing relationship. A few of the prompts are fanarts so it's also inktober.

Here is the list of prompts.

I had a great time writing and I hope you will have just as much fun reading!

Down below the short summaries for each chapter along with links. I'll kept it up-to-date

Day 1 - Reunion

After several years, Cage and Black meet again. This time they will have a chance to exchange a bit more words.

Day 2 - In combat

While working together, it turns out that they make quite a team. Maybe not too professional, but that’s probably even better.

Day 3 - Show around

[ART] - Erron accepted Johnny’s job offer, so now he gets a tour around the base.

Day 4 - Stuck together

With little space and a locked door, the set is complete. In such an uncomfortable closeness they’re waiting for rescue. + [ART]

Day 5 - Nicknames

Black is honestly surprised what nicknames Cage is able to come up with for him.

Day 6 - Seflie

Erron isn't the selfie type. To his misfortune, Cassie and Johnny are.

Day 7 - Flirting

The chemistry between them is obvious. But Cage has to be sure.

Day 8 - First kiss

All good things come to an end. Erron is about to leave, and they still haven't crossed the friend zone. + [ART]

Day 9 - Age difference

It turns out Johnny had no idea that Black was about three times older than him.

Day 10 - Face time

[ART] - Because of their jobs, they often stay far away from each other. So basically it's a long-distance relationship. Luckily, there are a variety forms of communication nowadays.

Day 11 - Sparing

Cage recalls an interesting situation that leads to a conflict. It all comes down to a fight and the question: Who will win their "friendly" match?

Day 12 - Clothes swap

Erron wakes up in an empty bed, which means Johnny must have woken up and left early. So why was it his clothes that disappeared?

Day 13 - Jealous

Johnny is one of those people who has a rather high opinion of himself. And that’s when his partner’s ex shows up to take all his insecurities out.

Day 14 - Touch Starved

After many weeks of separation due to constant work, they finally catch a short time together.

Day 15 - Sick

Erron has a fever. For a long time he didn’t allow anyone to see him like this. But now Johnny is willing to take care of him.

Day 16 - Confession

Cassie wants to know if Black is serious about her father.

Day 17 - Night Time

[ART] - The moon lights up the kitchen, hot coffee steams, and Erron with Johnny are busy with each other.

Day 18 - Roleplay

Erron doesn't think acting is a big challenge. Johnny takes it as a personal insult and suggests a little play to prove his point.

Day 19 - Injury

Cage gets seriously wounded, and Black had never been so freaked out before. + [ART]

Day 20 - Tickle

The day Johnny discovers his partner is ticklish is the best for him and the worst for Erron.

Day 21 - Movies

Erron has quite a catch-up on films, so Cage often does a Movie night dates. This time it doesn’t go exactly as they planned.

Day 22 - Show off

Johnny wouldn't be himself if he didn't shine from time to time.

Day 23 - Arguing

IIn every relationship, small arguments happen. Sometimes, however, the serious ones can shake up the future.

Day 24 - Making up

Hold a grudge or apologize. Neither of these actions is easy. However, the boys will have to decide and most importantly be honest with their feelings.

Day 25 - Truth or Dare

[soon]

Day 26 - Fromal Wear

Black doesn't have much sympathy for fancy parties, but for Cage, he could make an exception.

Day 27 - Curse

[soon]

Day 28 - Nightmare

[soon]

Day 29 - Haircut

[soon]

Day 30 - Move in

[soon]

Day 31 - Trick or treat

[ART] - Poor Cassie really hoped for a werewolf and Indiana Jones...

#BlaCage #fictober 2021 #mortal kombat 11 #mk 11 #erron black x johnny cage #inktober 2021 #erron black #johnny cage #prompt writing #fictober #list prompt #fanfic #inktober #fictober list

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starlit-serenade · 4 years ago

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E'LAST Reacting to Someone Hitting on Their S/O (Maknae Line)

Summary: How would E’LAST's Maknae Line react to someone hitting on you when you are out in public together? 《 Hyung Line 》

Word Count: 1,581 words

Pairing: Reader x Members / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader; Choi Youngmin (Romin); Won Hyuk; Lee Wonjun (Wonjun); Oh Yejun (Yejun);

Rated: E / Warnings: Jealousy / Genre: GenderNeutral!Reader; Fluff;

《 E'LAST Masterlist 》

Choi Youngmin (Romin)

Romin would likely act all cool and collected and calm, and would be very polite and calm while trying to avoid straightforward confrontation. However you, knowing him so well, would probably be able to tell right away that he's feeling tense from the situation.

You're pouring over a book as you lean over the library, flipping through pages and pages about a specific historical event you were curious about. Your boyfriend, Youngmin, stands just down the aisle, looking for a book that might pique his interest. Someone accidentally bumps into you from behind, and you stumble over a bit, dropping your book with a yell.

"Oh, sorry, beautiful," they say, helping steady you. They take the book from the ground, take your hand in theirs, and place the book in your hand.

"Oh, uh, no worries," you say. They look at your book, their hand still on yours.

"Oh, you're interested in this stuff?" the ask. "I know a bit about this myself. Perhaps we could talk about it over a coffee or breakfast together sometime."

You blink, and withdraw your hand and the book from their grasp, muttering politely, "Sorry, I'm actually very busy nowadays," just as you hear footsteps behind you. You blink and look over as Youngmin comes to stand right next to you.

"Oh no worries! I'm sure we can find time to meet for coffee," the person says, glancing curiously at Youngmin, who is a bit taller than them.

"Hi," Youngmin says politely. You can see him clenching his jaw, though he's smiling politely, as he puts his arm around you. "What are you two talking about?"

"Oh, just my book."

"Cool. Hi I'm Youngmin, Y/N's boyfriend," Youngmin says, holding his hand out to shake. The person blinks, realizing that you have a boyfriend, and they're visibly shaken as they shake Youngmin's hand.

"Oh, boyfriend, hello," they say, trying to find words. "I didn't mean to impose or anything."

"Oh, no worries," Youngmin says, his arm pulling you closer posessively. "You were saying something about talking about the book over coffee? Perhaps Y/N and I could find time."

They smile a forced smile. "Perhaps not. I don't know . . . I actually have somewhere to be right now. Have a good day."

They bow their head and leave. Romin chuckles next to you, nuzzling your forehead with his nose.

"I love you, baby."

You hum contently. "Love you too, Minnie."

Won Hyuk

Won Hyuk would be playfully passive aggressive if he witnessed someone hitting on you. He'd use friendly words and act overly friendly, but he'd be obviously pissed and everyone would be able to sense it in the rest of his body language.

"Oh really? That's so cool!"

Won Hyuk looks up from the book in his hand at the sound of your voice, accompanied by your laughter. He sees you talking and laughing with someone else. Another customer at the bookstore, and you're just chatting together. Won Hyuk can't help but feel a weird bit of jealousy shoot through his chest, watching you laugh and giggle with some stranger.

"Maybe we can talk about that over coffee sometime."

"Yeah, maybe," you say to them.

He walks over and you smile at him. "Hi Won Hyuk! We were just talking about this book that we've both read," you day.

"Oh? Really?" Won Hyuk forces a smile, taking your hand in his and squeezing possessively. "What book?"

You look at Won Hyuk, squinting a bit. You can tell something's wrong, from the way he grabs your hand, the way his jaw is clenched to force a fake smile.

"Oh, uh, just some book," you say. "Hey, Won Hyuk, I think I saw something over there. Bye," you say, nodding to the other person.

"Oh?" Won Hyuk lets you drag him away from the other person.

"Hey, Hyuk, are you doing okay?" you ask, once you're sure you're out of earshot.

"Yeah. Yeah, why?"

You tilt your head at him, taking his hand in yours. "You were acting funny just now. What's wrong? Tell me."

He sighs. "I didn't like the way they were flirting with you."

"Huh? Flirting?"

He rolls his eyes. "They asked you for coffee!"

"You're right, Hyuk. I'm sorry. I love you, okay?" You squeeze his hand, and he visibly relaxes.

"I love you too."

Lee Wonjun (Wonjun)

Wonjun, upon witnessing someone hitting on you, would be very straightforward and upfront about how you actually have a boyfriend and that boyfriend is not okay with someone hitting on you. He'd try to be intimidating. Please hold his hand after.

Wonjun notices your absence after a few minutes. You had joined him in grocery shopping, but vanished halfway through. Perhaps you went to go get some strawberries for later. You had mentioned wanting to get some earlier, as you had had something in mind for dinner.

He sends you a quick text, and you respond within the next ten seconds.

Wonjun: y/n where are u?

Y/N: im in the fruit aisle. theres this person trying to hit on me over here 🙄 wont take a hint when i say i have a boyfriend

Wonjun looks up and around. Someone is flirting with you? His S/O? That's unacceptable. He scrunches up his nose, grabs the basket of groceries he has, and heads down to the fruit aisle.

When he reaches there, he sees you talking to someone. You look visibly uncomfortable, the way you're standing and looking around and away. He walks over, overhearing bits of the conversation as he approaches.

"I insist," the person says to you. "Just a quick coffee to get to know each other. I'm sure your boyfriend wouldn't mind an innocent cup of coffee?"

Wonjun walks over and grabs your hand quickly. You almost yelp at the feeling, but relax when you realize it's just Wonjun.

"Oh, Wonjun," you say, smiling widely. You're obviously happy that he's here.

"Hi," Wonjun says to you, before turning to the person flirting with you. "Hi, I'm Y/N's boyfriend. I'd appreciate it if you'd stop flirting with them, if that's alright."

The person blinks and starts stuttering. "Oh no. I wasn't flirting. I was just offering that we could have coffee?"

"Oh? What did Y/N say?" Wonjun asks, looking at you.

"They said no, and that they have a boyfriend, but--"

"Well if they said no, then no," Wonjun asks, glaring at the person. You can see Wonjun's eyes are burning with annoyance, and gently squeeze his hand to keep him calm.

"Sorry. You're right, sorry. I'll go." The person bows in apology and leaves as quickly as they can. You can dee Wonjun is still fuming, his shoulders all tense and bunched up, so you squeeze his hand.

"Wonjun," you whisper. He looks up at you. "Thank you, Wonjun. Let's get back to shopping, okay?"

He smiles. "Okay."

Oh Yejun (Yejun)

Yejun would be a bit more flustered. He would likely walk over to politely let the person know that you're taken, but he wouldn't have so much of a plan going in, so he'd obviously seem nervous or anxious. At least to you.

"Yejun, how does this look . . . ?"

Your voice trails off when you realize Yejum, your boyfriend, isn't around to see the shirt you just took off of the hanger. You and him had gone clothes shopping together, but it seems that he has vanished. Probably to look for his own clothes, anyways.

"Oh." You deflate a bit, lowering the shirt you were holding against your chest before turning back to the clothing rack.

"I think it looked lovely on you," you hear an unfamiliar voice. You turn around, shirt still in hand, and see someone behind you, with a smile so wide it makes you uncomfortable.

"Oh, uh, thank you," you say, nodding politely. You glance around, once again looking for your boyfriend.

"Dressing up for a special occasion? It's a nice shirt."

"Oh, yeah. Concert," you say, not wanting to explain to this stranger that your boyfriend is an idol and you're attending an award show with him.

"Cool. When is it?"

You frown, slightly bothered by the questions. "In a couple weeks."

"Oh, are you busy after shopping?" the person asks, and you realize by their uncomfortable stare that they're trying to hit on you.

"Oh, sorry, no. I mean yes, I'm busy. But I have a boyfriend," you say.

You notice their smiley expression slip into a frown, a look of disappointment, and you press your lips together. Just then, you hear someone calling your name. You turn and see Yejun, your boyfriend, walking over with a pair of pants in hand. His eyes fall on you and the person who was just attempting to hit on you.

"Yejunie," you say, waving him over. You grab his hand the moment he gets close enough, before turning back to the person. "This is my boyfriend."

The person looks between you, Yejun, and your hands together. Yejun seems to understand what's going on at the same time.

"Oh, Yejunie, I was just showing them this shirt. What do you think? For the show?" you ask, holding the shirt up to your chest again.

As Yejun starts complimenting you on the shirt, you notice the person not awkwardly and leave, undoubtedly aware that with the presence of your boyfriend, they've become invisible. You smile to yourself. That went pretty well.

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aliciameade · 4 years ago

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Full Reveal

Title: Full Reveal Author: aliciameade Rating: E for Extra Fun Pairing: Beca/Chloe Summary: Chloe and her [very famous] girlfriend Beca escape into anonymity at a Las Vegas burlesque performance, though the show has other plans for them that stir up some playful feelings of jealousy and possessiveness that beg to be addressed.

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“Ladies? If you’d follow me?”

“I saw that,” Chloe teases in Beca’s ear, fingertips tickling Beca’s lower back through her sheer black shirt.

Beca’s response is little more than a side-eye and a smirk as she shoos Chloe’s hand away. Chloe takes no offense, of course. They are less than alone as a concierge leads them through a dark, sultry hallway teeming with people in various states of inebriation. Their escort is an attractive blonde wearing a black three-piece suit and stilettos, though she seems to have forgotten to don the shirt beneath the vest to leave ample cleavage on display and Beca hadn’t been very discreet about looking at it.

They’re in Las Vegas for the weekend. Beca is there ostensibly for work—she’s performing tomorrow night at Mandalay Bay—but when she’s not scheduled for soundcheck, press, meet and greets, and the concert itself, the weekend is for the two of them. They’ve sacrificed the privacy and seclusion of the embarrassingly large home they share in Malibu in favor of a weekend of fun.

They’d sacrificed anonymity years ago when Beca decided, with the support of their friends, to take the leap into becoming a solo artist, leaving behind the frustrating and often unfulfilling career in music production she thought she’d been made for.

It turned out that performing was a lot more fun for her.

The paychecks were also a lot bigger.

And Chloe was by her side for the breakneck launch of Beca’s new career, quietly smiling as she trailed a few steps behind on red carpets, tucked herself into corners of green rooms while Beca entertained VIPs after concerts, and watched her girlfriend present at award shows from backstage monitors.

The general public doesn’t know who Beca is dating, or if she is dating anyone at all. She doesn’t talk about having a current relationship in interviews, just tales of bad ones in her past. There are plenty of rumors and theories, and some people are correct in their hypothesis that the friend often accompanying Beca to parties or seen grabbing coffee or grocery shopping with is more than just a friend.

It’s a privacy thing for Beca. She is out and proud, finally, and she had decided she didn’t owe the public more of her than she was already giving them. Chloe respected that decision; she waited so long for Beca, she probably would have agreed to the wildest of terms if it meant finally being in a relationship with the woman. But simply keeping their relationship status away from the public wasn’t a big ask. Their friends and family knew. Beca’s team knew. But the public was left to its own conjecture.

It helped that part of why Beca didn’t want to share that part of her life with the public was because she wanted to protect it.

It was really damn romantic for Chloe.

It’s also fun. It’s like they have alter egos and tonight they are attending the midnight performance of Luxury X Lace in a small cabaret venue in the depths of a massive casino as nothing more than two friends having a girls’ night out in the city that never sleeps. It was the hottest ticket in a town full of hot tickets, an X-rated burlesque that confiscated cell phones at the door in exchange for your choice of black, silver, or gold masquerade masks to help strip patrons of their identity and inhibitions and immerse them into a world of high-end debauchery.

Beca’s publicist had made a phone call and Beca and her good friend Chloe were invited to the Friday night performance. Phones were exchanged for masks—black for Beca and silver for Chloe—to be led into the cabaret hall.

It’s far more intimate than Chloe had expected. There are a dozen tables arranged around the X-shaped stage and three lines of booths curving around the wall behind the tables. The stage is empty save for a single black chair positioned at the center of it. Music pulses around them.

They are shown to the center booth on the first level, something Chloe suspects is likely the choice seat in the venue. She’s been with Beca long enough to recognize plenty of such perks.

She prefers other types of perks that come with being with Beca, though. Like the way Beca’s hand immediately comes to rest on Chloe’s bare knee just below the hem of Chloe’s gray pleated skirt. Chloe smiles to herself and peruses the themed cocktail menu, content with their proximity and connection. She knows there will be more tonight once they are back in the privacy of their suite at the Mandalay.

“What are you thinking?”

Chloe lets herself smirk, knowing Beca will see it and read exactly what Chloe was thinking, though she knows that wasn’t what Beca was asking. “I think I’m going to try this one, the ‘Satin Sheets,’” she says, tapping on the menu before rotating it so Beca can choose as well.

She watches other patrons arrive to be shown to their tables, the air of excitement growing around them as scantily clad waitresses start to weave their way from table to table collecting drink orders. They spend time flirting with everyone and Chloe notices the way they don’t hesitate to offer a friendly touch to their customer: a playful nudge of a shoulder, fingers through the short hair of the men, winks, and close examinations of manicures or rings on the women.

When a blonde arrives at their table, Chloe thinks that perhaps they will be exempt from this flirtation. Their seating in the booth is not conducive to a waitress sidling up next to someone as can be done at a table and chairs on an open floor, but to compensate, the waitress simply slides into the booth next to Chloe and offers a well-practiced sultry smile.

“Hello, ladies. My name is Jasmine, and I’ll be sure you’re well taken care of tonight.”

Chloe thinks Jasmine might recognize Beca, even with the mask. There’s a bit of a hesitation in the way her eyes linger on Beca. Or maybe she’s just appreciating Beca’s eyes and lips and jawline the same way Chloe does. Or maybe she’s just working on a good tip. But Chloe knows they are in the high roller seat and it wouldn’t take much for the waitress to connect the dots. And that means she and Beca need to be best friends. Not girlfriends.

“Hi, Jasmine,” Chloe offers and can’t help her smile when the attractive woman leans in to slowly wrap a lock of her red hair around a finger.

“I love this color,” Jasmine purrs and even though Chloe knows exactly what the waitress is doing, her own natural inclination to flirt responds.

“It’s natural,” she purrs right back, leaning into her space. She can feel Beca’s blunt fingernails press into her knee before her hand disappears. That is another perk to their secret romance: getting to experience Beca’s possessiveness. It rivals her own for Beca.

“Can you prove it?” The waitress lets her eyes drop unabashedly to Chloe’s lap before they’re back on her eyes.

“Yes, she can.”

Chloe sees the amusement on Jasmine’s face at Beca’s interjection and the waitress backs off, interpreting Beca’s answer as asserting her dominance.

Beca asserting her dominance is nothing new. She’s been good at that since she was in college. Taking control of situations. Putting people in their place. Making people listen to what she has to say.

She asserts it everywhere but in the bedroom that she shares with Chloe.

Jasmine is unfazed by Beca, even if she does stop touching Chloe. Her demeanor is still dark and flirtatious and she redirects her attention to Beca. “Mmm, I love your voice.”

Chloe’s sure Jasmine knows now. In fact, it’s entirely possible that every employee of the production knows that Beca Mitchell is their special guest this evening. That is often the case if they attend some type of event when Beca insists she makes the calls to get the best seats and the backstage access and whatever else she thinks Chloe should have.

Chloe’s attention shifts to Beca and her reaction, but she’s well-versed in this act as well. Chloe’s bared witness to Beca emerging from her cocoon of early adulthood and her wavering confidence and awkwardness. Chloe knows Beca can charm her way into anyone’s pants nowadays, with or without the game.

She charms her way into Chloe’s on a regular basis.

“Then you’d love how it sounds moaning your name. Jasmine, was it?” Beca’s voice drips over the waitress’s name and Chloe feels her own thighs clench at her tone.

Chloe tries to mask her reaction—arousal and amusement—by adjusting the way her hair sits over her shoulders. She knows this is a game for them. It’s hot to watch Beca flirt with other women knowing it’s Chloe’s skirt that her hand will be up on the way home. So many people wanting her girlfriend but her girlfriend only wants her.

God, she can’t wait to get back to their room tonight.

“She’s going to have the Satin Sheets,” Beca continues, ordering Chloe’s drink for her. “And I’ll take the...Pillow Princess,” she concludes.

Chloe’s no fool. She knows why Beca chose that one; she knew she would the moment Chloe saw it on the menu.

Maybe Chloe really, really likes it when Beca uses her tongue. And maybe Beca likes using it just as much. Chloe’s not ashamed one bit that she asks for it with the frequency that she does.

“A perfect combination,” Jasmine says, reaching across the table just to graze her fingers over Beca’s knuckles. Working extra hard earning the big tip from the celebrity table. “I’ll be right back.” Her exit is as practiced and graceful as her appearance was and Chloe feels Beca’s hand back on her knee, maybe an inch or so higher than it was before.

“You’re such a flirt,” Beca says with a sly smile. She knows the game, well, too.

“Well, she has great tits,” Chloe answers with a shrug, playing along with their evening of Gal Pals.

That manages to ruffle Beca's feathers the tiniest bit, and she knew it would. Cleavage is something Beca definitely excels at and it’s on display tonight thanks to the black push-up bra she’s wearing beneath her sleeveless sheer black top. Chloe had unbuttoned it almost completely while they were in the elevator, leaving only the last three buttons remaining fastened. It created a wonderful peek-a-boo effect, sometimes revealing bare skin, sometimes not, and she’d given in to the temptation to press her lips to the swell of Beca’s right breast before the doors had opened. She can still see the faint imprint of her lipstick on it when the light catches it.

Beca narrows her eyes and pointedly brushes one side of her open blouse aside as a reminder of her own assets—as if Chloe could ever forget—and Chloe lets her eyes roam over the expanse of skin, tongue wetting her lips with obvious want.

That seems to rectify the situation. The corners of Beca’s mouth twitch and Chloe has to bite her lip at the way Beca’s fingers suddenly sweep up her inner thigh to graze between her legs before her hands are both above the table to accept the drinks their waitress has already returned with.

“Enjoy,” Jasmine says with a wink before departing once more.

“Mmm, we will,” Chloe says as she takes hers in her hand. “Shall we toast?”

Beca nods and lifts her glass as well. “To what?”

“To seeing where the night takes us.”

Beca’s mouth pulls into the attractive smirk Chloe fell in love with so many years ago. “What happens in Vegas…” she says and taps her glass to Chloe’s.

They drink together as the lights dim until the room is in near darkness. Under the safety of the shadows, Beca presses herself closer, her fingers moving absently but sweetly over and along Chloe’s knee and thigh. Not progressing. Just touching. Chloe lets her arm slip over Beca’s shoulders, something that is more conspicuous, but the only people who know who Beca is are those focused on putting on a show.

A single spotlight hits the chair center stage and a figure emerges from the darkness behind it, dark hair, long legs, sparkling lingerie, platform stilettos.

They watch the performance in silence. It’s a mixture of blatant sex appeal and tongue-in-cheek humor, the performers—mostly women but a few men—each having their own unique talents and schticks, an androgynous emcee by the name of Angel guiding the audience through the evening.

Angel is funny and personable as they flirt with patrons and performers alike, cracking one-liners between performances.

Chloe watches as several performers make their way out of the wings and onto the stage until the X is occupied by eight women in matching sparkling red lace lingerie, a ninth waiting at the center wearing a black leather bustier, thigh-high boots, and holding a riding crop.

Her appearance earns a particularly boisterous round of cheers from the audience and Chloe has to admit that the woman is the most attractive person on stage, all legs and tits and long, purposely mussed blond hair.

Beca’s fingers have stopped wandering. Instead, they’re tapping along to the beat of the music. She finds rhythms woven and hidden in the instrumentals that Chloe would never hear if not for Beca’s keen ear. The soundtrack for the evening largely consists of remixes of popular songs. They’re recognizable but without the vocals, not distracting.

“And now, ladies, gentlemen, neither, both, and those yet-to-decide,” Angel says with a dramatic flourish as they slowly turn in place as if addressing each person individually, “Scarlet needs a victim—I mean, a volunteer.”

A murmur of excitement rolls through the audience and Chloe thinks she feels Angel’s attention land squarely on their table. She can’t be sure due to the lighting; it’s possible they’re eyeing everyone in the room to increase the tension. Chloe can feel it in the way the initial excitement is now silent other than the thumping bass of a remix of a remix of a song Chloe can’t quite put her finger on in her pleasantly inebriated, slightly distracted state.

Beca seems to recognize the song, the tapping on Chloe’s knee shifting to one of confidence. It registers with her just as she senses Beca turning as if to whisper something in her ear but Chloe beats her to it.

“Hey, this is your—” is all she gets out before a lace-clad woman is taking Beca’s hand to invite her out of the booth.

“It seems we have a volunteer!” Angel initiates an encouraging round of applause from the audience.

Chloe watches with equal parts amusement and trepidation as her very famous and very secret girlfriend is led—willingly, she notices—down through the tables and toward the stage while a version of one of Beca’s biggest hits thumps and swirls around the room. She wonders if Beca knew this was going to happen for as ready as she was to slide out of the booth to be taken to the stage where Chloe watches her climb the three steps.

“I didn’t tell you to sit,” Scarlet chastises as soon as Beca moves to sit on the chair in the center of the stage.

It makes Beca laugh and stand up straight, hands clasped in front of her.

“You didn’t even let me give you a proper welcome,” the new host says with a shake of her head and Chloe can tell she’s looking Beca up and down appreciatively.

“Sorry.” Chloe can’t really hear Beca; she doesn’t have a microphone as Scarlet does, but she sees it on her lips.

“Did I ask you to speak?” Scarlet scoffs toward the audience, causing laughter to bubble up from the tables. “Now, what should I call you?” She extends the microphone to Beca who hesitates before speaking.

The premise of the club is anonymity to allow everyone to indulge in their dark desires, but she still answers, “Beca.”

It makes Chloe’s heart stop. She knows it will take people a matter of seconds before they figure it out. She might be wearing a mask, but with her song playing and saying her name, there’s no hiding exactly who has been selected for the main event. She’s grateful that cell phones were confiscated upon arrival. If they hadn’t, she knows this would be broadcast on Instagram Live. The excitement in the room is palpable as the audience puts the pieces together.

“Beca? Everyone, let’s give Beca a warm welcome.”

The applause is not a polite smattering this time. It’s boisterous and full of whistles and shouts and Chloe just sits forward to prop her chin on her clasped hands. This wasn’t how she expected their night to go.

“Okay, Beca,” Scarlet says, her stance so casual despite her costume, “would you like to sit down?”

Beca moves to sit and yelps when Scarlet makes quick work of the riding crop. It was so quick Chloe didn’t even see it but she’d clearly used it to stop Beca from taking a seat.

“I didn’t tell you to sit. I asked if you would like to sit.” Scarlet shakes her head as she says it and the audience laughs, fully engaged in watching pop star Beca Mitchell get womanhandled. “You see, Beca, I’m the one in charge here.”

And womanhandled she gets. Scarlet’s hand, the one not holding her microphone, is on the back of Beca’s neck and wandering across her shoulders and into her hair in a way that makes Beca visibly shiver. It also makes Chloe clench her jaw.

“I know you’re a woman who holds a lot of power, but something tells me you like to give up control now and then. Am I right?”

There are teasing whistles when Beca laughs and says, “Yeah,” into the microphone.

“I think you mean, ‘Yes, ma’am.’”

“Yes, ma’am,” Beca repeats.

“Good. Obedient,” Scarlet praises, starting to circle Beca slowly though still managing to not stop touching her. “So you’re going to listen to me, right?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good girl. Now sit.” A hand in the center of Beca’s chest pushes her down into the chair. It makes the audience whistle again.

Beca makes eye contact with Chloe once Scarlet is out of the way and flashes a smile and the small hand gesture they came up with shortly after they began dating, something they could do inconspicuously to let the other know, ‘The situation is okay, not to worry, I love you.’ They use it on red carpets, at press junkets, interviews, and appearances. Chloe was always so worried Beca was being pressured into sharing more than she wanted to or getting upset that people would confront Beca about dating rumors on national television. It was a good solution and one that has grown to have a deeper meaning for them both as time has passed.

It helps Chloe relax. It means Beca’s fine. That she did, in fact, probably agree to this in advance when she made the arrangements to attend. Chloe sits back in her seat though is no less attentive to how Scarlet is touching Beca.

It’s fifteen minutes of amusement and agony for Chloe as she watches Scarlet entertain the audience by catching Beca misbehaving, taking action before being given permission to do so, or forgetting to say, “Yes, ma’am.” It’s particularly painful when Scarlet’s stiletto thigh-high boot gets planted on the seat of the chair right between Beca’s thighs. She’s instructed to kiss it and Chloe watches with rapt attention as Beca hesitates before doing so, kissing Scarlet’s knee.

Chloe doesn’t like it, not one bit. But she does enjoy it, which is more than a little confusing. The one thing she is sure of is that she wants the show to end so they can go back to their room where Chloe can show Beca just how much she enjoyed her performance.

It’s fifteen minutes of Beca being ordered to her knees, to lie down, to stand up, to answer questions, sometimes messing up and getting swatted across her ass with Scarlet’s riding crop. It’s entertaining for everyone, Beca included who is smiling most of the time, except when she’s ordered to wipe it off her face. Everyone is entertained by the sexy blond dominatrix making sexual innuendos with Chloe’s girlfriend, touching her, spanking her, making her laugh, and assuredly blush as the crowd gets way more than they paid for. Not just a night at Luxury X Lace but fifteen minutes of Beca Mitchell, whose concert tickets top out in the $500 range for premium seats, being sexually teased and willingly degraded.

By the time it’s over and Beca’s sliding back into their booth, Chloe has to check to see if her own fingernails have made her palms bleed from clenching her fists so hard.

“Was that fun?” she asks, making no effort to hide her irritation from her voice.

It doesn’t seem to bother Beca, though, who ignores the question and leans in to kiss Chloe. It’s hard and demanding and not something they should be doing in public and Beca’s hand returning to her thigh under the edge of her skirt makes Chloe forget why she was annoyed in the first place.

“Everything okay?” Beca asks when they part after a few more seconds.

“Um,” Chloe feels dazed, “yeah. Um...people?” She reminds tilting her head toward the rest of the seating area.

Beca just smiles and slides her hand higher up Chloe’s skirt. “No one’s watching us.”

It makes Chloe grab Beca’s hand to stop it and turn to look around. Beca’s right. The show is continuing and even though Beca’s cover is blown, their privacy in the booth remains in-tact. The audience is more interested in the mostly naked women and men on stage, not what the celebrity is getting up to with her secret girlfriend at the burlesque show.

“Oh, my God,” Chloe breathes. She can’t believe she’s agreeing to what Beca so immediately suggested upon her return. But something about what she watched did things to her. Turned her on. Made her want to remind Beca who was really the one in charge, and their name isn’t Scarlet. She nods and kisses Beca again while releasing Beca’s hand to let her do what she wants.

Beca’s smooth about it. They’ve had years to memorize perfect angles, perfect rhythms, and Chloe hates (and kind of loves) that Beca pulls back from their kiss to watch Chloe’s masked face respond to her fingers moving up and slipping beneath her lace thong.

Beca’s smile is annoying and Chloe knows exactly what she’s thinking: Chloe is way too wet for two minutes of kissing. She’s been enjoying the show. Specifically, Beca’s role in it.

“Fuck,” she quietly laughs, pressing a quick kiss to Beca’s lips before turning her attention back to the performance. She knows they could probably get away with a lot more than Beca’s hand up her skirt, but that’s what makes it fun. The game. Will they get caught? Will the world finally know who Beca’s talented, multi-million-dollar mouth is making come nearly every night?

She feels Beca settle comfortably next to her, one hand lifting her drink to her lips, the other pressing two fingers into Chloe to start fucking her slowly. Chloe hates that she knows Beca’s intentions: if she hadn’t done that, if she’d just kept her fingers teasing Chloe’s clit, she’d be coming in a matter of a few minutes.

But she won’t now, not like this. Not with Beca fucking her almost leisurely, a slow pace that reaches as deep as the angle allows. She hikes up her left knee to prop her foot against the leg of the table and open herself wider. It doesn’t make Beca move any more quickly, but it does help her push deeper.

It makes Chloe’s head tilt back to rest against the booth. She doesn’t need to watch the performance. No one cares. No one’s watching them. The music is loud and Angel is narrating and people are applauding and Chloe lets herself moan.

She slips her arm behind Beca’s shoulders to keep her close, playing with her hair to make her shiver as Scarlet had. But it’s Chloe whom Beca is fucking in public. Not Scarlet. The thought makes her fingers twist and they tug maybe a little too hard on Beca’s hair because she hears her gasp in her ear.

Chloe wonders how long Beca will torture her. She’s so turned on but Beca’s not driving her any closer to her climax. It’s a prolonged plateau and Chloe starts to feel that it’s less about getting her off and more about Beca wanting to do something risque when people know who she is.

It’s not the first time; they’ve snuck off to bathrooms and coat check rooms many times over the years for quick fun, but Beca has never been this bold.

She clenches around Beca’s fingers and feels them curl inside her. She thinks it might encourage Beca to speed up but instead, she pulls out completely.

It makes Chloe’s head snap up, ready to complain about the loss only to open her eyes to Beca sucking on her fingers before she’s clapping enthusiastically along with the rest of the audience and dropping a trio of hundred-dollar bills on the table to tip their waitress.

The show is over and Chloe has no idea how it ended. She doesn’t care. All she cares about is how much she needs to come and how quickly they can get back to their hotel.

People are still clapping when their escort upon arrival appears. “Ladies? Let’s get you out before the mass exodus.”

Beca finishes off her drink and scoots out of the booth, reaching back for a slow-to-move Chloe to take her hand and help her. Chloe isn’t drunk, far from it in fact. But she’s so aroused she’s not thinking very clearly and smiles her appreciation as Beca helps her out and to her feet.

Her mind clears a bit as they walk, though she can feel how wet and swollen Beca’s made her with every step she takes. She’s grateful for the early exit; Beca no longer being anonymous means she is fair game to anyone who can get to her. They’re led not the way they entered but through a side door that drops them right next to the desk where they’d checked in. Phones returned but masks retained, they turn to make their way out of the casino.

“What were you thinking?” Chloe asks as they walk with notable speed through the maze of slot machines following signs pointing toward the exit.

Beca’s smile is really more than a smirk. “Are you complaining?”

Chloe doesn’t really have an answer to that. She’s not complaining. Maybe some notice about being the featured guest would have been nice, but she doesn’t want to talk about celebrity life and privacy right now.

Right now, she needs Beca to finish what she started.

“No,” she says with a shake of her head. Then, driven by need and adrenaline and the fact that word has probably not yet spread that Beca Mitchell is in that particular casino and they still have their masks, she pulls Beca aside and up against the side of a bank of slot machines to kiss her.

She wants to do it right there. She wants to tell Beca to kneel like she did for Scarlet and put her head under her skirt and make her scream in front of everyone.

Instead, she kisses Beca hard, tongue and teeth and hands on her ass until it’s Beca who moans this time.

Chloe pulls away abruptly just as Beca had when the show ended and it’s her turn to smirk at how disoriented and aroused Beca looks. “Come on,” she says as she takes her hand and pulls them toward the path to the exit once again.

It takes longer than it should to get back to the Mandalay Bay. If they could manage to make it more than two blocks without someone being pushed against a wall, a planter, or a vending machine to make out, it would only be a fifteen-minute walk.

Instead, they’re finally in the elevator forty-five minutes later behaving themselves because there are three other people riding up with them. They both know they’ll be the last ones off; Beca’s suite is on one of the uppermost floors. It makes Chloe tingle with anticipation because she knows it’s going to be a competition of who does what first as soon as they are alone.

It’s Chloe who wins. The last person steps off and before the doors are even closed, she has Beca against the rear wall of the elevator, tongue in her mouth and hands up her shirt and under her bra. They have six floors to go which is only a matter of seconds but it’s long enough to make Beca say, “God, I need you,” when it ends and the doors open.

They’ve had their share of rushing down hotel hallways to lock themselves in increasingly upscale rooms to ravage one another and this time is no different. It’s a choreographed dance at this point. Chloe’s the one who has the key out and ready because Beca usually can’t find hers or can’t focus long enough to insert it.

Chloe’s able to unlock it by touch at this point because so often she has Beca pressed up against the door, sometimes kissing her, sometimes breathing hotly in her ear while her hand wanders to indecent places. With a quick click, the door swings open and they spill into the palatial suite. It’s a dance as well, removing shoes while careful not to trip over each other or furniture or bags as Beca pulls her mask off and tosses it aside, followed by Chloe’s before she’s pulling Chloe down onto the oversized couch in the center of the room.

“Can’t even wait ‘til we get to bed?” Chloe asks with a smiling kiss before she moves back so she can unbutton Beca’s jeans.

“Whatever,” Beca says. She arches her back and reaches under herself and Chloe watches her strip away her bra, pulling it out through her shirt.

“I was getting to that. No, leave it,” Chloe adds when Beca starts to unbutton the sheer top. It leaves nothing to the imagination, but seeing Beca without her bra, perfect curves and stiff nipples Chloe knows she’ll have her mouth on soon enough…

Beca stops what she’s doing and instead lifts her hips to help Chloe peel her jeans and underwear away.

“You were trying to make me jealous,” Chloe says matter-of-factly as she yanks the tight jeans from Beca’s feet with a little more force than is necessary.

Beca’s holding herself up on her elbows and she looks entirely too proud of herself. “It worked, didn’t it?”

“I can’t believe you let everyone know who you were.” Chloe’s hands start making their way up Beca’s bare legs, parting them to make room so she can back up and lie down between them. She settles Beca’s knees over her shoulders to kiss her inner thigh. It makes Beca shiver and sends hands down to tangle in Chloe’s hair. “And I can’t believe you fucked me.” Another kiss, higher, to make Beca’s breathing quicken. “Anyone could have caught us. Think of the headlines: ‘Beca Mitchell caught red-handed...knuckles deep in her best friend’s sopping pussy.’”

She can tell Beca wants to laugh but it comes out as a moan of impatience instead. Tired of waiting herself, Chloe shifts higher to tease her tongue against Beca’s clit.

“Oh, fuck yes,” Beca groans, pulling hair and lifting her hips as if she’s the one who had been left needing more at the show. Her impatience means Chloe’s done a good job turning the tables on her little stunt.

“Did you like that woman spanking you?” Chloe knows she’s toeing a line. They both might be, but she was jealous. And she is turned on.

Beca’s hesitation is telling and she finally nods when Chloe licks her again. “Yeah.”

“Did you like her telling you what to do?”

The answer is immediate this time. “Yes. Fuck, Chlo, please.” She lifts her hips again wanting more of what Chloe is withholding.

Chloe’s going to come back to the conversation. For now, she has needs and she needs to make Beca come. She’s never been able to resist her long, not when she begs her in that voice, not when she pulls Chloe’s face between her legs pleading Chloe to fuck her.

She’s not going to torture her the way Beca did. She has a second need which is to make Beca finish what she started, but she will deal with one thing at a time.

Beca is wet under her tongue and Chloe wraps her arms around her thighs to hold her, one hand gripping her thigh, the other parting Beca to be able to lick exactly where she knows Beca likes it. Fast. Focused. Exactly what it takes for Beca to—

“Fuck, I’m gonna come already, I hate you.” She moans as she says it and Chloe can taste the way she’s starting to unravel.

It makes her smile. Beca doesn’t hate her. Not one bit. Quite the opposite, in fact, and Chloe takes pride that it still annoys Beca that Chloe can get her off so quickly. And it’s not that she’s annoyed that Chloe’s good, it’s that she doesn’t want it to end.

(Though rarely does it end after just one orgasm from Beca.)

She savors Beca’s voice in her ears and taste on her tongue and eases her down from her quick, surprisingly intense climax.

Though maybe not so surprising when she thinks about how desperate Beca had been after her little game of Scarlet Says. Which reminds her…

“Get up.” She says it with an edge to her voice as she sits up and moves back from between Beca’s legs.

It’s clear Beca’s startled by the sudden mood change and her eyes are wide as she stares down her half-naked body, chest still heaving as she’s not yet recovered. “Dude, what the fuck?” she bites. She’s not just startled, she’s incensed by Chloe ripping away from her the way she did. It’s not normal behavior by any means.

It’s precarious; Chloe knows it. She’s springing some kind of role-play on Beca without talking about it first and she’s ready to drop it if Beca pushes back again. She levels her gaze to look directly at Beca. “I told you to get up.”

There’s the slightest twitch to Beca’s lips and Chloe knows she’s realized what’s happening. With a nod, she sits up and somewhat tiredly pushes herself up to her feet and turns around to face Chloe.

Chloe eyes her as she gets herself situated on the couch, turning to sit properly and makes a bit of a show of crossing her legs primly. She’s still fully clothed unlike her girlfriend waiting for directions wearing nothing but her half-unbuttoned sheer blouse that stops at her hips.

“I didn’t realize you like being told what to do so much,” Chloe says airly. She wants to keep Beca unsteady. They’ve played with power dynamics in the bedroom before, of course. After this long, there’s not much they haven’t tried. But they had never pushed it to the point of commands and obedience. “I guess I’m not that surprised,” she continues, smiling at memories of how Beca had reacted to simple requests in the bedroom in the past. She hadn’t explored it further. There wasn’t a need to; someone usually came minutes later. Now she understands why.

Beca takes a breath like she’s about to speak but instead snaps her jaw closed.

It makes Chloe’s eyebrows lift. She hadn’t had to do much of anything and Beca has already fallen into her role, primed, no doubt, by the events at the burlesque show.

“Did you like that woman touching you?” she asks. When Beca doesn’t answer, she has to work not to smile. “You can answer me when I ask you a question.”

“I didn’t know it was going to be like that,” Beca answers. “I thought they were just going to ask me questions and give me a lap dance or something.”

Chloe finds it endearing the way Beca’s trying to defend herself. Chloe’s not upset about it; a hair bothered, maybe, but nothing worth getting mad about. Possessive, though...it’s definitely worth reminding Beca who’s been in her bed every night. “That isn’t what I asked,” Chloe says as she leans back casually. “I asked if you liked it when that woman touched you.”

She can see Beca trying to choose the right words, which is amusingly telling. “It was...fun,” is what she decides to answer.

Chloe looks at her in surprise. “Fun? I’ll show you fun. On your knees.” She snaps and points at the floor as she says it and watches as Beca sinks to kneel obediently on the plush carpet. It’s thrilling to watch and does more for her than she thought it would. “Come here,” she continues with a crook of her finger.

“Yes, ma’am,” Beca says as she shuffles forward until she’s as close as she can be, Chloe’s right leg crossed over the left stopping her from getting any closer.

Her response is spine-tingling. Chloe wants to draw this out; she wants to see just how obedient Beca can be, but her patience is thin after being so aroused for so long with no release. She can save that for another day. “Would you like to know what I want you to do?” She teases Beca’s bare stomach with her toe as she says it.

“I bet you’re about to tell me,” Beca says as she squirms a little; she’s ticklish there and Chloe knows it.

“Sassy.”

Beca shrugs.

“Let’s give your mouth something better to do.” She uncrosses her legs as she says it and enjoys the way Beca’s eyes fall automatically to look, though Chloe knows she can’t see anything. Not with her skirt resting how it is. “You ruined my underwear at the show. The least you could do is take them off me.”

She can see the way Beca’s eyelashes flutter; she’s excited and ready as she reaches for Chloe, hands sliding up her thighs to hook her fingers into the waistband of Chloe’s thong to pull it down. She lifts her hips to let it slip out from under her and watches Beca pull it the rest of the way down her legs until she’s tossing it over her shoulder with more confidence than someone ordered to her knees ought to have, but Chloe doesn’t mind. Not when Beca’s hands almost reach for Chloe’s thighs again but stops herself and they fall back to her own naked lap.

“So patient,” Chloe smiles. Beca giving up control like this is turning Chloe on far more than she had expected and she knows she isn’t going to last very long. She parts her knees and hikes up her skirt. Not too much. Just enough that Beca will be able to see how much she needs her. “But I’m not.”

Beca’s eyes snap up to meet Chloe’s and she can see the excitement in them, the desire to please Chloe in more ways than one.

“I want you to make me come”—she pauses to glance at her non-existent watch—“in less than five minutes.” When Beca doesn’t move, she adds, “The clock is ticking.”

She can tell Beca is amused by the challenge, even excited by it as her hands do what they had probably meant to do after stripping Chloe of her underwear: land on Chloe’s knees to part them before they slide higher, pushing Chloe’s skirt with them.

Chloe leans back, relaxing into the couch as she spreads her legs wider until she decides to bring her right foot up to rest on the edge of the couch, knee fully bent, holding her ankle to keep it there. It opens her up splendidly and she watches with rapt attention as Beca shifts closer, tongue already at her lips as she leans down.

Chloe can’t help the moan that comes with the first touch of Beca’s tongue. She’s been waiting for it for hours, really since they left the hotel to attend the show.

Beca seems to take her directive seriously if the way she’s using her tongue is anything to judge by. She’s lapping at Chloe in exactly the way Chloe likes it the most: messy and lewd, her arousal audible in the way her clit slips from Beca’s lips when she sucks on it. She likes it because Beca’s so passionate about making her feel good, and her passion only makes Chloe want it more.

She weaves the fingers of her free hand through Beca’s soft hair, watching as Beca fucks her perfectly. “Just like that,” she sighs as she lets her hips start rocking. “Use your fingers, too, baby.”

They both groan as Beca sinks two fingers into her and she clenches around them. As soon as she relaxes, Beca is fucking her, hard, and it makes her gasp. She hadn’t been ready for that, forgetting for a moment about her self-imposed deadline.

“Beca, fuck,” she moans, ass coming off the couch from the sudden onslaught of pleasure and she watches as Beca ducks her shoulder under the leg Chloe isn’t holding so she can tuck herself even closer. Her fingers twist in Beca’s hair and it might be too tight but it doesn’t seem to bother her. “So good,” she says and feels Beca’s tongue flicking at her clit impossibly faster. “You’re so good,” she repeats and feels her fingers speed up, too.

She knows Beca likes being praised. It’s served them both very well in the past and it’s serving Chloe impeccably well right now. Beca moans at the comment and glances up at Chloe through dark eyelashes, eyes meeting before she closes them to lose herself in fucking Chloe.

It doesn’t take long after that. Not with the way Beca starts sucking on her clit and doesn’t let up. “Yes, yes, just like that,” she moans again, grateful for the massive room offering plenty of insulation from the prying ears of the only other room on that floor. “You’re gonna make me come, Beca.”

Beca groans in response and doesn’t change a thing; her pace is relentless and Chloe can feel how hot her body is under her leg from working so hard and she’s so, so grateful for her hard work as her orgasm crashes through her.

Beca’s moaning through it with her and it makes Chloe drop the pretense. She wants Beca. Now. Her cunt is still pulsing around Beca’s fingers when she pulls her up by her hair. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to get the point.

“Come here,” she breathes, pulling Beca in to kiss her wet mouth as she drops her leg back to hang over the edge of the couch and make room for Beca to climb into her lap, straddling her on her knees.

Beca’s hand hasn’t left her with the change in position and though she has less room to move, she’s still working her fingers against Chloe’s overstimulated clit as Chloe reaches between Beca’s legs to slide her fingers into her soaked cunt.

The way Beca moans into Chloe’s mouth through their heated kiss is sinful but not as sinful as the way she immediately starts riding Chloe’s hand. Her hand tangles in Chloe’s hair as her hips roll and grind, all restraint gone as she chases her orgasm.

She’s so far gone that she’s not paying close attention to how hard she’s touching Chloe. It’s borderline painful for a few seconds until something in Chloe clicks and the force becomes delicious and somehow not enough. She grinds the heel of her hand up into Beca, slipping a third finger into her with how wet she’s become, dripping into Chloe’s palm and Chloe knows she’s just as wet. She’s thankful she’s sitting on her skirt. She’d rather pay to dry clean it than reupholster the hotel couch.

“Fuck,” Beca whimpers against Chloe’s lips before her hips suddenly change from riding Chloe’s fingers hard to riding them fast.

Chloe can feel how close she is with the way she’s starting to tremble around her fingers. Beca’s fighting it and she doesn’t know why until she thinks maybe Beca hasn’t dropped the pretense like Chloe had.

She’s waiting for permission.

The concept quickly spools Chloe’s orgasm into a coil ready to spring at any second and she has to fight it, too.

This is hot. This is really hot. She loves when Beca is wild and desperate and there are no other words to describe her right now.

Chloe pulls back from the kiss. “Do you want to come?”

Beca’s jaw drops at the words and Chloe feels her clench hard but the climax doesn’t follow as it normally would. “God, yes,” she exhales after a few seconds. Beca is still fucking them both. Riding Chloe’s fingers. Rubbing Chloe’s clit.

Chloe’s free hand catches Beca’s chin and lifts her head to make eye contact with her. “Ask me nicely.”

She’s not sure she’s ever felt Beca as wet as she is tonight and it doesn’t stop. She thinks she can even feel it increase as soon as she says those words.

“Please,” Beca whines immediately. “Please let me come for you.” She holds Chloe’s stare as she says it and she tightens around Chloe’s fingers again.

Chloe hesitates with her answer. The moment is so intense, so erotic she’s not quite ready to end it. They’re existing on another plane of sex than most of their nights. She hopes it continues through the night.

“Not yet,” she finally answers and Beca almost sobs at the response. “Stand up,” she demands, lifting with the hand between Beca’s legs until Beca’s moving.

“What…?” Beca starts, only to say, “Oh, my God,” when Chloe guides Beca’s left knee up and past her head to rest on the back of the couch.

Chloe pulls her forward with the fingers inside her until she has Beca’s clit against her tongue. Beca’s hands immediately fall to Chloe’s head for balance as she rocks her hips forward into Chloe’s face.

It’s Chloe’s turn to be brutal with the pace of her fingers, fucking up and into Beca as she lets Beca ride her tongue. She knows Beca’s orgasm is going to be massive when she lets her have it and Chloe wants her coming in her mouth.

The change in position bought them a few minutes, distracting Beca long enough that she’s not about to lose it any second but Chloe knows it’s barreling down on her again. “You taste so good,” she says between licks.

Beca moans in answer and Chloe feels the wetness increase again. She can hear it, too. It’s obscene. It sends her other hand between her own legs to pick up where Beca left off.

“I’m going to make myself come,” she says before sucking pointedly on Beca’s clit. “Don’t you dare come with me.”

“What?” Beca laughs somewhat desperately. “Fuck, okay.”

The obedience makes Chloe moan and she fucks herself, rubbing hard circles into her clit. She embellishes her moans to make it even harder for Beca to resist until she’s moaning again and again into Beca’s pussy, coming as Beca clenches around her wantonly.

She looks up at Beca when it passes but she can’t see her face, not with how Beca’s leaning forward, eyes squeezed closed, face determined and desperate to obey as Chloe comes without her, still fucking her, not letting her let go.

“That felt so good,” she says. “You turn me on so much, Beca.”

“Yeah, same,” Beca answers quickly.

“I think after I let you come…” she says it thoughtfully even as she lavishes attention on Beca’s impossibly swollen clit, “I’m going to take you to bed,” she gives it a long suck, “bend you over,” she curls her fingers and massages them into the spot that makes Beca’s eyes roll back, “and fuck you so hard you’ll feel it at your show tomorrow,” Beca’s entire body is trembling with the need for release, “in front of twelve thousand people and you’ll remember the way you’re going to be such a good girl for me and take my strap all night.”

She knows Beca’s losing her grip on her orgasm. Chloe can feel it starting, pulsing around her fingers and she thinks she might need it as much as Beca does.

“Come for me, Beca,” she says and immediately slides her tongue into her as she withdraws her fingers, using them instead to stroke her clit. She can see Beca’s wetness and how it’s all the way to Chloe’s wrist and she groans as the way Beca’s cunt contracts so hard around her tongue she couldn’t remove it even if she wanted to.

‘Massive’ isn’t the term for it.

Beca’s orgasm is earth-shattering and Chloe’s free hand has to shoot up to press against her chest to keep her from toppling forward and over the back of the couch as it rocks her again and again, voice ringing in Chloe’s ears.

Chloe feels Beca’s knees buckling as it passes and she catches her as she folds until she’s sitting in Chloe’s lap again, slumped against her forehead-to-forehead. Both of them are breathless but Beca’s far more winded and Chloe gives her a chance to recover, hands moving slowly and gently over her back, to her hair which she lifts away from her neck to help her cool down. Her blouse sticks to her skin and she feels kind of bad she didn’t let Beca take it off before, but she hasn’t complained about it.

“Fuck,” Beca finally says with a weak laugh as she lifts her head and sits back enough that they can look at each other comfortably, her hands toying with the hem of Chloe’s shirt, still on despite it all. “What the fuck, Chlo?” She smiles as she says it. She brings her hand up to wipe at Chloe’s face. “You’re a mess.”

Chloe smiles in return and lets Beca clean her off. “Problem?”

Beca cocks her head to the side and huffs again, not quite a laugh. “Uh, no. But can you take this off now? You’re overdressed.” She tugs at Chloe’s shirt and Chloe lets her remove it, lifting her arms so she can slip it over her head.

“Better?” she asks, even though she knows it’s definitely better. Her body is on fire and the cool air is a godsend.

“Much,” Beca says as she tosses Chloe’s shirt aside to rest her hands on her bare shoulders.

“So,” Chloe starts after a few comfortable seconds of silence, hands wandering around Beca’s ass to her waist where she finally finishes unbuttoning Beca’s shirt. “Still think it was fun to be touched by that other woman?” She cocks an eyebrow as she says it.

She knows Beca knows she is the one in control of what happens next; they both know what will happen depending on her answer. One answer will send them to the bedroom and Beca onto all-fours. The other will send them to the shower to clean up while they wait for room service to bring them something to eat.

Beca rakes her hands through her own wild hair after she lets Chloe flip her shirt over her shoulders and off to leave her fully naked in Chloe’s lap. Her eyes are still dark, as are her well-kissed lips which start to curve into a smile. “Yeah, I had a great time. I wonder if she’s free. Maybe we could invite her to join us?”

“Fuck you,” Chloe laughs before kissing her. “Hold on,” she mumbles against her lips and feels Beca wrap her arms around Chloe’s neck and her legs around her waist so she can stand to carry Beca to the bedroom.

“Make me feel it tomorrow,” Beca whispers before kissing her as they cross the threshold into the bedroom.

Chloe drops her onto the bed with a smile. “You will. Turn around.”

The End

#bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale #fanfic #pitch perfect #bechloe fic #it's smut #surprise!

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rotting-clowns · 5 years ago

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Reactions for an MC that's 6'11 with a muscular build?

Hello! I’ve already written about buff MC before, so I focused these headcanons on MC being tall, I hope that’s okay!

Beelzebub

Used to being taller than most, Beel was extra excited upon meeting you. He was in charge of showing you around, and it was relieving to be with someone you didn’t tower over in the slightest - it was hard enough being the new student, and a human, nonetheless. No need to add the usual “wow, you’re tall as fuck” comments to it.

As your relationship progressed and you grew closer, you learned to enjoy the height advantage. It was easy to ruffle his hair in a teasing manner, or to stretch out your plate to stop him from eating everything too fast. It was especially fun to cuddle with him, your bodies perfectly aligned together.

And then he found out about the best thing of all: Eskimo kisses. You do it to him one time, not thinking much out of it, but he absolutely adores them. It’s his favorite thing to do, hug you and rub the tips of your noses together, and then kiss you sweetly. It’s a 10/10 deal on your side.

Levi

He is envious of your height at first, even going as far as trying (and failing) to be mean to you about it - he’d just end up sounding cute and flustered instead. Being naturally more shut-in, your relationship with him got a little stuck at the start because of this, but you won him over once he asked you for help reaching a collector item of his that had rolled to the very back of his tallest shelf.

From then on he’s more open to you, reluctantly apologizing for his earlier behavior. You love seeing his blushy cheeks, but the hair falling over his eyes makes it impossible for you to enjoy the view of a very shy Levi. You brush them away with a compliment to his gorgeous looks, and that simply results in more blushing.

Nowadays you’re glued at the hip. Your relationship grew, and he learned to enjoy the perks of a taller significant other, especially when you pick him up to kiss at his neck and watch him slowly melt. He also thoroughly enjoys whenever you pull a kabedon on him (though he will deny liking that).

Asmodeus

Not one to shy over anything, Asmo is all over you since you first met. He had been extra giggly and flirty, enjoying the height difference immensely. That didn’t change as time progressed, and he loves walking with you, his arm hooked on yours, subtly feeling up your build.

Further down on your relationship, his feeling doesn’t change. As you grow closer, he favors every bit of it, enjoying the way you tower over him, making him feel small and precious, and how good your hands look together whenever you go on dates. He also really (and I mean really) enjoys resting his head on your shoulder and being surrounded by your scent.

Having to be on his tiptoes every time he tries to kiss you makes him feel like he’s in a romantic movie. And when he’s feeling extra bold, he hooks his favorite scarf over your neck and pulls you down for passionate kisses that leave you both breathless. and if you ever crouch down to playfully mock him, the small pout you get in return is one of the cutest things you’ve ever seen.

Satan

Quite frankly, though he wasn’t prepared for it, your height didn’t matter in the slightest at first. He was as polite as ever, glad to show you around the House of Lamentation and answer any questions you might have - a true gentleman. However, he does admire, maybe for a second too long, the way you look standing in the middle of the planetarium, looking as if you were part of the stars.

As you got more comfortable around one another, things changed. You got the habit of studying together, huddled up on your room. At some point, he went from sitting on the opposite end of the bed to sitting with his back against your chest. Your chin rests softly on his head as you quiz each other on test subjects.

He likes to be the little spoon, always sleeping with his face on your chest, legs wrapped around your thighs. He grips you tightly even in his sleep, a contrast to his usual stiffer self. Your breath fans over his hair, but you’re never been more comfortable in your life.

Lucifer

You were not sure what to think of him upon your meeting. He seemed calm in an almost calculated way, but when your eyes met, you could swear for the sliver of a second his pupils widened. When he stood to compliment you, his annoyance in being somewhat smaller than you was clear. You felt smug as your hands met in a handshake.

Given time, he relaxed around you, falling into a less tense place. Your relationship was still flourishing, but by the smirks he gave you whenever you got too into flirting, you could have some idea where it was going. Once, when you were sitting on his lap with your hands pinching his chin, you saw it again - the smallest widen of eyes. It clicks, then. It was desire.

You dance under the moonlight, glancing down at him. Your eyes meet and there is the smirk you loved so much. He spins then dips you, a teasing smile to his face. Your cheeks redden when he whispers promises for the upcoming night on your ear, egging himself on the tips of his toes.

Mammon

When you first meet, you think he’s acting weird. Somehow, you blame yourself for that despite being unable to figure out why he was so uneasy around you. You tried your best to be as open and welcoming as possible, but all he would was avoid eye contact and tumble over his own words.

After getting to know him better, you realize he was nervous. By now you could recognize what the stuttering and the blushing mess he’d become around you meant. You giggle to yourself at night just thinking about, feeling your heart rushing against your ribcage. Unfortunately for you, Mammon is dense enough that all your advances are seen as friendly gestures. You sigh, thinking about him just as a message pops up on your DDD.

He confesses to you that night, making even less eye contact than he had when you first met. If you pick him up on the air and spin him around as you kiss, that’s no one else’s business but yours. And if he asks you with fidgety hands and word vomit, if you’d do it again, well… who are you to deny him?

Belphegor

When you first met him, confusion was always that was going through your head - your height difference was not made apparent, not when you were so surprised with the bars keeping him in the attic. Slowly, you felt like you got to know him through his brother’s words, but he remained a mystery you could only dream to solve.

Once you actually got to meet him, he wasn’t as shy as you’d first expect. He didn’t seem bothered by how tall you are or how you seemed to tower over him, rather teasing you about it with a mocking tone.

As you grew fond of each other, he often found solace in your arms, keeping you close whenever he could. You found out he especially loves forehead kisses, and that he’s the perfect height for them. You find yourself constantly brushing his fringe aside so you can peck him on the temple, enjoying the little smile he assumes.

Bonus:

Diavolo

You didn’t expect this turn of events when you met the prince of hell. He’d seem powerful and intimidating at first, but now, as you do your best to wrap your hands around his waist so he doesn’t slip from your lap, you think he resembles a big puppy instead. You cover his face in kisses, butterflies playing at your stomach with the sound of his laughter filling the room. Barbatos tsks at the side, filming everything on his DDD.

Masterlist

#as someone who is 5’1 this was a challenge #I hope it turned out okay!#obey me!#obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus #obey me memes #obey me fanfic #obey me diavolo

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kinetic-elaboration · 4 years ago

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December 2: 1x26 Errand of Mercy

Errand of Mercy is truly a trip. I’m swiftly losing my ability to be coherent because I need to go to sleep but here are some attempts:

First of all this is, of course, a straight-up, pure, unfiltered Kirk/Spock episode with a tiny bit of unrequited Kor/Kirk on the side. Like, we’re not even going to pretend to find stuff for the rest of the crew today. I see you, Gene Coon.

This is the first Klingon ep. I just... the actual Klingon-centric episodes ARE good, but the Klingons in general are pretty boring and I legit don’t understand why they became the standard Star Trek villain. (DC Fontana apparently thought that it was because their make up was simpler v. the Romulans, acc. to Amazon trivia and....I’ll buy that.)

Is the “cultural scale” called the Richter cultural scale? I seem to recall another scale with the exact same name....

I get why there would be such a scale but they are dead wrong about where the Organians fall on it.

Anyway not to harp on this yet again but @ fanom this isn’t the military right?? Lol

Oh, no, it’s Code One! No idea what that means but the music tells me it’s a big deal and it’s bad!

“Curious how often you humans manage to obtain that which you do not want.” He’s talking about war but I can think of some other things that fall into this category.

I think it’s pretty funny that Kirk records his Captain’s logs in public.

CAPTAIN SULU.

“There’s a war happening, so Mr. Spock and I will just leave the ship... together.”

“You’ll get out of here, Sulu, and leave Spock and I... alone.”

“You’ll fall back to rendezvous with the rest of the Fleet in the Laurentian system.”

Why do these people show no interest in us beaming down into their village? Hmmm, I wonder. If the Organians really were what K and S think they are, beaming down in that way would be uh a bad idea.

Spock seems much less awkward at gesturing than Kirk does.

Finally, by the end of the season, they’ve figured out the context for the Enterprise: Starfleet, the Federation, etc.

I wish the Organians were our alien overlords and taylor.

So the Klingons are a military dictatorship.

Kirk finds them so frustrating. I feel like this ep falls into the genre “Kirk is frustrated by hippies.” All this generic peace talk and faultlessly chill attitudes are just not him.

“I’m a soldier, not a diplomat.” That’s why Spock likes him so much.

The Organians are trying to follow the Prime Directive but Kirk is making it SO HARD.

“Space vehicles.”

I know the Klingons are actually supposed to be in yellow face but you know what it looks like black face to me and I RE-ALLY wish they had not done that.

They look good in those Organian outfits. Love that they kept their command and science colors lol. I feel like this is the sort of outfit AOS Kirk wishes he had in that boring ass closet of his.

Mr. Spock does not look like an Organian.

I MUST know more about these “not uncommon” Vulcan merchants. “Dealing in kevas and trillium.”

KOR IS SO INTO KIRK. This flirting is the least subtle. “You’ll be taught to use your tongue.” “Where is your smile?” “You’re a ram among sheep.” “I need your obedience.” “You seem to be in command.” Is all of this supposed to sound sexual or...?

Right up there with “a stallion must first be broken.”

Whereas Kirk is so not into this. That expression says, “Don’t even think about talking about Spock’s tongue.”

The mind sifter is actually a crazy advanced sci fi machine and STID wanted us to think Klingons don’t have warp usdfsf go fuck yourself.

Kirk is so turned on by Spock’s mental strength.

Every spare moment of this ep is given over to K/S flirting. They legit act like an old married couple. “I thought you were going to fight that guy.” “I just might.” Or whatever.

I love that Kirk’s method of fighting is to literally launch his WHOLE BODY at enemies.

Whereas Spock’s there just running awkwardly in the background. He is Not coordinated friends.

Kirk’s speeches ARE admirable. He is lacking context here but in general if they WERE an oppressed people, this should be inspiring.

“For some reason, he feels as though he must destroy you.”

This Kor and Kirk scene... Kirk literally canNOT stop himself from flirting. His default smile is Charming. “Nothing...inconsequential [was destroyed] I hope...” Flirty smile, wink.

GO CLIMB A TREE I MEAN WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT.

We are the same species...tigers...hunters

Is this not the same cell they always use?

I feel an “and there was only one cell” fic coming on...

The Organians are actually kind of hilarious. They’ll basically let these rando aliens do whatever they want, as long as they do no violence. That’s it, that’s the one rule.”Your captors planned to do violence to you, and to that I said...naw.”

THIS is real Pacifism @ Commander Spock.

Kirk ready to go out in a blaze of fire for a bunch of annoying hippies like “I’m going to white savior you now, ungrateful Organians.”(I say this with love; I love him.)

Can you believe Kirk and Spock are about to die in an unwinnable fight of 2 against Lots of Klingons, and they’re using their last moments to FLIRT AGAIN?

Gene Coon loves writing dialogue in which Spock calculates statistics and Kirk is turned on.

Also can you BELIEVE he just pulls Spock along by the arm? Any excuse to touch him.

Okay the Organians are officially tired of your bullshit.

Too hot! Hot damn!

“We find interference in others’ affairs most disgusting.” Prime Directive! Like I said!

This is basically the plot of A Taste of Armageddon except in that ep Kirk was the Organians.

“People have the right to handle their own affairs.” Is he wrong though??

The Organians are like “okay, we all had our fun here, now get out. Seriously.”

Can you imagine how fucking weird it would be to just randomly see this alien dude materialize in the White House, or, like, Starfleet San Francisco HQ, or wherever the “home world” of the Federation is supposed to be? Just a little throwaway line in there.

By the end Kor is just straight up hilarious. He’s giving off real Ian McKellan in Vicious vibes when he says “I can handle them.”

“I guess that takes care of the war.” Yep! Very efficient!

The “it” in “It would have been glorious” is DEFINITELY not the war lol.

Good game, good game.

“I was furious with the Organians for stopping a war I didn’t want.” I’m sorry but could not THAT have been the plot of STID?

“Spock, your math was wrong the whole time.” And now Spock and Kirk can BOTH sulk lol.

Those were all of my liveblog thoughts and it’s late but.... I had so many additional thoughts on this episode... Like a lot more.

First, I love when humanoids turn out to not be humanoids, that’s one of the best things.

Second, I think this is a very gutsy episode to air at the time, and that it would still be a gutsy episode to air now. I feel like it’s one of the peanut gallery’s favorite criticisms of ST nowadays to say it’s “colonialist” but this ep makes it pretty clear it’s not--that’s the opposite of the lesson of this story.

To attempt to explain better: I completely and unironically love Kirk but I do recognize that like all 3 dimensional characters he has flaws. In this ep, I thought that while his speeches and general point of view and strategic plan were definitely right for situations a population is oppressed--that people do have the power to fight back against dictatorships, even when the odds are bad, and that it is worth it to have the courage to fight back against such oppression--he was ultimately shown to be wrong in this instance because he wasn’t actually coming into that situation. He didn’t understand as much as he thought he did. He thought he was going to be the savior here: taking control for peoples who didn't know better, saving them from oppression, and then gifting them with technology and advancement as he understood it. The Federation wouldn't have enslaved them, but the Federation did want to use them. But the Organians really truly didn't need help--the native people understood their own needs better than the outside people. That's the lesson I took from the episode. Your intentions can be good but if you're coming into a foreign situation looking to control it, without understanding the actual people involved, you’re not being a true friend or ally, and you're likely to do no more harm than good. Opposition to tyranny has to come from the source, the oppressed peoples themselves.

When he refers to “weak, innocent people” standing in the way of superpowers in the beginning--he’s not attempting to derogatory, but that is a pretty demeaning characterization.

I also thought it interesting that the Organians can take any form they want and put their society at any stage of "advancement" they want and they chose a basic agrarian aesthetic. Cottagecore rights.

Kirk really had a confirmation bias when it came to the Organians. He had an image of them--innocent, weak, oppressed--and he only took information that fit with that characterization, rather than listening to them and what they were saying.

My mom and I also discussed whether this was IC or OOC of Kirk. I’m of two minds, myself. I think Kirk at his best is much more open-minded than this. His core morality is good faith, peace, friendliness, and care for all life forms, and there are plenty of examples of this (Charlie X, Mud’s Women, and The Corbomite Maneuver all immediately come to mind.) But he does have a blind spot that I think comes up often enough to be canonically part of his character: if something is threatening or killing his crew, or his people more broadly (the Federation), then ALL he cares about is neutralizing the threat. Rare alien? Possible scientific discovery? Might not have the full details of the situation? Doesn’t matter. I’m thinking The Man Trap, The Devil in the Dark, Arena. He wants to protect aliens, but not if the alien is killing his crew. He wants to make overtures of friendship, but not if the new being has already been aggressive.

I mean like I said... a part of me is like "no he is better than this!" but another part is like... well he does have that 'soldier' side of him, he is intensely loyal to his people. The “evil” Kirk of The Enemy Within. I think he just sometimes gets these blinders in certain situations when he's just sure he's right, which is very human.

Also although he's between McCoy and Spock on the continuum of "an objective right thing exists for all people and in all situations and we should always follow that morality" and "morality itself is relative, we should be respectful of alien ways of living even when we don’t understand them" I think in general Kirk and the show is more like McCoy. There IS a right morality here. (I’m thinking of The Apple or even A Taste of Armageddon.)

I also maintain that to say in 1967 "the very personality trait of being warlike is a common denominator between enemies at war" is a dramatic statement.

My mother suggested that Kirk was “strangely appealing” in his desire to save the Organians, with or without their help, and I do agree... I think that’s the complexity of the episode. The overall thrust of the plot is that Kirk was wrong--he’s left embarrassed at the end. I stand by what I said above. And they certainly go out of their way to show that the Klingons and Federation have something in common--namely, as I said, their very capacity to wage war, and interest in waging war.

BUT, as much as I get the point that they have certain similarities with the Federation--and I think this concept of 'these war-worthy disagreements seem trivial to an advanced and neutral species' is interesting, and even more so in comparison with A Taste of Armageddon which, as I said, is this same scenario from the Organians' POV essentially--at the same time it's a bit irritating to hear the democratic Federation compared to the oppressive dictatorship of the Klingons. Like yeah, okay, none of them are light beings and they both wanted to destroy each other--point taken. But would the Federation park itself on a random planet and kill 200 people the first day? I think not. So in this sense Kirk IS right. The Klingons are an adversary worth fighting, just not over the Organians.

I don’t know what I would think of his position if the Organians were being harmed but were also just...actually sheep. Like I guess I would say "well they have to have a reason.” And in fact they did--their bodies cannot be harmed, so they really don't care if the Klingons pretend to harm them. But I just can't comprehend people being like really honestly okay with that level of oppression, as opposed to too scared or too beaten down or too brainwashed to fight it, which is different.

...And from there we went into a discussion of curative v transformative fandom and yet more on what’s wrong with AOS sdfasfjsaldf it’s past 1 am I can’t be stopped BUT I SHOULD BE STOPPED.

#star trek tos #the year 2020 #2020: fandom thoughts #2020: star trek #omg this is long

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freddiesaysalright · 5 years ago

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Peace Like A River Part 1

A Gwilym Lee x Reader Story

Summary: Reader is a stand up comic with a pretty dark past. She has a three new lights in her life: her daughter, Violet; her anonymous correspondent, Dear Friend; and Gwilym Lee.

Word Count: 3.4K

Tag List: @psychosupernatural @someone-get-a-medic @bensrhapsody @deakyclicks If you’d like to be added, let me know!

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I had like the snippet of an idea for this and then needed more for a plot, but I think I’ve finally got it together lol. Hope y’all like it!

Part I here we go!!!

Grinning, you read over the letter once more from backstage. His words in that graceful, loopy handwriting warmed you from your heart to your toes. You sighed contentedly, stuffed the paper into your back pocket for luck, and waited for your cue.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage, Y/N Y/L/N!” the host cried.

You shook out the last of your nerves and walked out on the stage, waving and grinning at the huge crowd that stood and applauded for you. You had never done a show for an audience this large and it was both intimidating and exhilarating.

“Thank you!” you said, as you waited for them to stop cheering. “Thank you. Thank you all for coming. Really, I appreciate it because whenever I have to go out and do things, I think about killing myself.”

A nervous titter went through the crowd and you smiled again.

“Seriously, I do. I’ll think about killing myself over nothing. Like, the other day, I was in the car on my way home from the store and my sister called me and asked me to stop by her place and help her and her husband move furniture. And I actually thought ‘If I crashed my car right now and died, I wouldn’t have to go move any fucking furniture.’”

They laughed.

“It’s crazy, I know, but I casually think about it any time I’m even minorly inconvenienced. But what stops me from doing it - like, my next line of thought - is something equally meaningless. Like, in that scenario with my sister, the thing that held me back was like, I thought ‘But fuck, Bohemian Rhapsody is coming out in like two months and I really wanna see that.’”

A couple cheers came through the laughter and you smiled.

“Oh, we got some Queen fans in here tonight?” you said.

More cheers.

“Yeah, cheer, clap, fuck yeah!”

A swell of shouts and whistles went through the crowd and you joined them.

“Fuck yeah, y’all were raised right,” you said when it settled down. “Queen is a great band. Just four sexy dudes making banger after banger. They’re legitimately my favorite band. I’m not gonna lie, they really got me through some shit, but we’ll come back to my trauma later.”

You paused for a small bit of laughter.

“Now normally, I don’t like when comedians talk about Queen. And by that, I mean, I don’t like it when comedians talk about Freddie Mercury,” you said. “And it’s not for some pretentious reason like they’re not real fans or something. It’s literally just that when people joke about Freddie Mercury, they joke about the same two things - his teeth and his sexuality - two extremely fucking boring things to joke about.”

You took a sip of water.

“Not only are they boring, they’re just rude. Like, these are things this man was born with and couldn’t change about himself - he had no control over that. What he did have control over - the fucking ridiculous lyrics of Under Pressure.”

A giggle went through them. You smiled.

“I’m serious. Have any of you ever looked up the lyrics to that song? Most of it doesn’t really bother me, it’s just those weird scat-like shit Freddie does between verses. Like, they have these great, meaningful lines followed by Freddie going ‘Um, bah, bah, bay.’ What the fuck?”

They laughed.

“That shit is in the official lyrics of that legendary song and I think about that every goddamn day. That and fucking ‘dee, dah, day - ok!’ Shit like that is how you know these dudes were on drugs. One of those guys came up with that, pitched it to four other people - if not more - and they all went ‘fuckin genius’ and bam! Under Pressure is one of the greatest hits of all time.”

They laughed harder.

“I guess I’m not as disturbed by that as I am by the fact that the people ate it up like they did. It’s one thing for those guys to say it’s genius, but then for us as the public to say it as well just fucks me up. The first time I heard that song I was like ‘what the cinnamon toast fuck am I listening to?’ Shit was weird.”

You took another drink as they laughed.

“But honestly, I don’t understand why people go for Freddie’s sexuality when there are clearly much more roastable things to talk about. I don’t care how rich and famous he was, if you’re a straight white guy making fun of gay brown guy for being either or both of those things, you’re punching down, dude, and that’s not comedy, that’s just being an asshole.”

For that, they applauded. You continued on through your set, and this audience was great for you. They were responsive and you held their attention throughout. You were almost ready to close the show.

“I always like to end my shows with the most important person in my life,” you said. “I’ve talked about her already tonight, and she’s my daughter, Violet.”

The tech guys put a picture of her up on the projector behind you. You beamed at it.

“That’s her. She’s three years old and she’s my everything. She’s the reason I get on stage and in front of cameras. She’s the real reason I don’t crash my car to get out of moving furniture.”

With one final laugh, you bid them goodnight. You took a little bow at the roar of applause and smiled widely. You said a few more thank yous before the spotlight dimmed and you walked off stage to the sound of cheering and clapping. It never ceased to amaze you how far you had come.

Someone took the mic for you as your assistant approached. She was a recent hire, and something you initially resisted. But now that your name and brand had grown, you really did need the help. Her name was Stacy, and she was incredibly efficient. You liked her, as did Violet, which sold you on hiring her.

“Great show,” she said with a smile. “Vi is asleep in the green room. We’ve got a couple VIP guests for you to meet before we take you both back to the hotel.”

“Alright, lead the way,” you replied.

You followed her to another room backstage where you saw a group of men. Most of them had their back to you, but one face, you recognized. Gwilym Lee, who you considered a friend, even though you hadn’t spoken in a while.

Before you had really thrown yourself into standup, you did a bit of acting. You and Gwilym shot a pilot of a sitcom that unfortunately never aired, but while filming, you had become really close. You even felt like he was flirting with you a few times, but back then you were nowhere near ready to start a new relationship, so you’d kept things strictly platonic. Nowadays, you mostly liked each others pictures on Instagram as your main form of communication. But life was busy for both of you. You were on tour and he had gone on to films.

You started to smile but then froze when the man next to Gwilym turned his head. You grabbed Stacy’s arm harshly.

“Holy shit is that Brian May?” you wondered.

She chuckled. “Yeah! The VIP guests are Queen and the cast of Bohemian Rhapsody.”

“Shut the fuck up!” you cried. “Really?!”

“Yep,” she assured you. “Go on in and say hello.”

Your stomach dropped with nerves. Again, you shook yourself free of them and donned your stage personality. Slipping into that mask was where you were most comfortable. While you talked about the things you had endured in your comedy, there it was lighthearted, and you did not have to face it head on. You could throw a joke out and dodge it.

“Well, hello!” you said brightly as you entered the room.

They all turned eyes on you and smiled as you were introduced. Brian May and Roger Taylor were without a doubt the most thrilling to shake hands with, but Rami Malek, Joe Mazzello, and Ben Hardy were also exciting. When it came time to shake hands with Gwilym, you offered a warm, friendly smile.

“It’s great to see you again,” you said. “It’s been two years or so now?”

“Just about,” he replied. “You were wonderful.”

“Thank you!”

“Gwil was the one who convinced us to come tonight,” Joe explained. “He said you were hilarious on set when you filmed before.”

“That’s sweet,” you replied. “It is a shame that show never took off, it was a good one.”

“I certainly loved it,” Gwilym said.

You chatted with them for a bit. They all were calming to be around. Brian and Roger were complimentary of your bit about Under Pressure, which eased some of your nerves about the set. Even though you were, you didn’t feel like you were putting on a show for them. In minutes, it felt like they were your friends.

The door opened shortly after and in walked Stacy, hand in hand with your very sleepy daughter. She clutched her stuffed dog close to her chest as she ran right to you and crawled into you lap. You wrapped your arms around her and held her close, kissing the top of her head. She eyed the guests warily.

“What are you doing awake, sweetie?” you asked gently, stroking her hair.

“She woke up for a little while,” Stacy explained. “I tried to get her back down but all she wanted was Mommy.”

You smiled. “That’s okay. You can have Mommy whenever you want her.”

She snuggled into your chest, turning her face away from the strangers.

“You don’t want to say hello?” you wondered, and she shook her head. You looked at the guys. “Sorry. She’s kinda shy.”

“That’s alright,” said Brian.

“She’s grown up,” Gwilym said. “Last time I saw her, she was just learning to walk.”

“Oh, yeah,” you remembered. “She actually walked right into you during a scene.”

You both chuckled at the memory.

“The director was almost mad, but she was so cute,” he continued.

He knelt down in front of you and gently touched her arm. She turned her face to just barely peek at him.

“Hi, Violet,” he said sweetly, smiling at her. “It’s been a while.”

Her brow furrowed.

“You were still a little baby,” you explained to her. “But you’ve met Gwilym before.”

She relaxed and looked between you and him.

“Daddy?” she questioned.

You stiffened and cleared your throat uncomfortably. Then shook your head.

“No, baby,” you told her. “No Daddy.”

She pouted at you and then hid her face again. You looked apologetically at Gwilym, who shrugged it off. He started to get up, but hesitated to pick something up off the ground. It was your letter that had been in your pocket. He held it out to you.

“Is this yours?” he asked.

You quickly took it, your face flushing with embarrassment. Even though there was no way he knew what it was, you still felt really shy about the whole situation.

“Yeah, thanks,” you said, not meeting his eyes as you stuffed it back into your pocket.

“A letter?” he questioned.

“Just some particularly touching fanmail,” you lied.

“Not enough people write letters anymore in my opinion,” said Roger.

“Why sit and write a letter when you can send a text?” Ben replied. “It’s much faster.”

“Yeah, but I sort of miss the anticipation involved in letter writing,” Brian said in agreement with his bandmate.

You continued to visit with them as Violet slowly fell asleep again against you. For a while, you felt Gwilym’s eyes on you intensely. His expression was odd. It appeared he thought he knew something more about you. It made you shift in your seat a few times before at last, he seemed to let go of whatever question was burning in his mind.

They visited for about another half hour before you really did need to get back to your hotel, and so did they. You said fond farewells to all of them, reassured them that you would see the movie, and then it came to Gwilym.

“We’re in New York for a few days,” he said. “Let me know if you’d like to get coffee or something and catch up.”

“That would be great,” you replied with a smile.

You gave him a side hug since you had Violet on your hip, sleeping soundly. Her stuffed dog slipped from her hand but Gwil caught it before it hit the ground and handed it to you.

“Can’t have that,” he said lightly.

“Thank you,” you returned, taking it. You looked at all of them. “Have a wonderful night, guys. It was so great chatting with you.”

They all bid you one final farewell. Gwilym was the last to leave and you shared a lingering look with him before he closed the door. You continued to stare at the spot where he disappeared, realizing now how much you had missed him these last couple years.

“Ready to go to bed?” Stacy asked.

With a yawn, you nodded, and she ordered an Uber to take all three of you back to the hotel you were staying in. It wasn’t far from the venue, since you would be doing three shows there this week before moving on Boston. Stacy eyed you with an odd smirk as you stared out the car window. Finally, you looked at her.

“What is it?” you asked, a bit snappier than you intended.

“You and Gwilym Lee seemed to have a little something going on,” she said with a sly smirk.

You rolled your eyes. “We just knew each other a couple years ago. Besides, you know I’m...involved with someone.”

“Ah, right,” she said, rolling her eyes now. “The ever elusive Dear Friend.”

“Hey, if anyone’s elusive, it’s me,” you said. “I was the one who made the arrangement what it is.”

“Y/N, you write letters to some mystery man,” she replied. “He could be anyone. Gwilym Lee is a real person and right in front of you.”

“Dear Friend is a real person,” you argued. “I’ve just never met him.”

“And yet you’re convinced he’s your soulmate,” she returned. “I just don’t get it. How can you fall in love with someone through paper?”

“You don’t understand,” you said. “You’ve never read his letters. He’s so...eloquent and smart. And I can be myself with him. I can share my deepest thoughts and desires without any fear of judgement. He does so with me as well. It’s a real connection. The strongest I’ve ever felt with anyone.”

“You don’t know anything real about each other,” she insisted. “Not your names, not your jobs, where you live-”

“Those things don’t matter,” you cut across her. “The real stuff is deeper than that. And that’s where Dear Friend and I meet.”

“Whatever,” she said dismissively, weary of having this discussion yet again. “You’ve got your family reunion on your last day in town. I suggest you find a man in person to go with you. If you show up without someone again, I think your mother will actually lose her mind.”

You considered this. She was right, your mother absolutely hounded you about your romantic life since Violet was born. You told her you weren’t ready since your marriage had left you so scarred. You didn’t tell her about Dear Friend, though, since you knew she could never understand something like that. Plus, you had only been corresponding for a year.

“I think Gwilym would go with you,” Stacy said, nudging you with her elbow.

“I was thinking more along the lines of hiring some actor to be my boyfriend,” you replied. “I don’t want to expose Gwilym to my family. He’s been nothing but nice to me.”

She chuckled. “At least take him up on the coffee. I really think you should explore your options in case this Dear Friend isn’t who he says he is.”

“I will take him up on the coffee,” you assured her. “But it’s not a date. In the meantime, find some poor struggling actor to go with me and get my mother off my back.”

“I’m on it,” she assured you, already looking through her phone to get started.

You reached the hotel at last. You took Violet to your room, bidding Stacy goodnight as she went to her room next door. You tucked your daughter into bed and kissed her on the forehead before heading over the desk. You pulled out the letter from Dear Friend that was still in your pocket and read it once more. Then you pulled out your stationery and pen to begin your reply. You were halfway through your letter when you remembered Gwilym.

You opened your phone and pulled up his number, which you had from your days of being coworkers. You opened up a text to send to him and found yourself blanking on what to say. You had written paragraphs to Dear Friend, but when it came to asking someone to get a simple cup of coffee, you had no idea how to phrase it. It made you all the more certain Dear Friend was your person. Words came easily when talking to him.

You went with your stage personality. You sent a casual, “Is tomorrow too soon for that coffee?” with a silly emoji. Then you returned to your letter. Gwilym texted back almost right away and suggested meeting around nine in the morning, which you agreed to. Then you finished writing your letter and sealed it in an envelope for Stacy to send off in the morning.

The letters always took some time. One thing you knew about Dear Friend was that he was from the UK. The PO box you sent the letters to was in London, but you could also tell from the way he spelled things. You often teased each other about these differences. So of course, they took longer to send and receive. But, you agreed with Brian May that the anticipation of getting one was one of the most exciting parts of the experience.

Another benefit of him being across the pond meant that your opportunities to meet were few. In fact, you hadn’t had one since you started writing. It was a bit of a relief. You knew you loved Dear Friend, but keeping him at arm’s (well, ocean’s) length felt safest. And after your brutal marriage to Violet’s father, Henry, being safe was of top priority for you. And yet, the desire to be with Dear Friend grew daily. It just terrified you to face the reality of it.

The next morning, you dropped the letter and Violet off with Stacy while you went to meet up with Gwilym. You went to a local coffee shop and ordered. You paid, and he protested, but you insisted, and assured him that he could get it next time. You grabbed a table and started talking. You told him you were still living in Los Angeles and that you were mostly doing shows out in California. You tended to avoid New York, since Henry and his friends and family were still there and he was still an NYPD officer. You couldn’t avoid it on tour, though, nor your family reunion. You told Gwilym about the reunion, but not the part about you ex-husband.

“You’re hiring someone?” he asked, baffled. “A stranger?”

“Yeah,” you said. “Some guy that was rejected from Broadway or something. I’ll pay him, and we’ll come up with a story for my mother, and then the next time I see her I’ll tell her how we tragically broke up.”

“That’s ridiculous,” he said with a laugh. “I’ll do it for you.”

You blinked. “You really don’t have to-”

“I don’t mind,” he said. “We’re friends. I know meeting strange men is difficult for you.”

Gwilym knew that Henry had abused you because you talked about it in your sets. You never got into gruesome detail, although you had confessed a few things to Dear Friend. You talked on stage about not dating because of what you had been through. It was extremely kind of Gwilym to offer this, and you weren’t sure how you could thank him. Your comedian mask slipped on again.

“I’m not sure I can afford your rates, Mr. Lee,” you teased.

“How much was my coffee?” he returned.

“Five dollars,” you told him.

“Well, it turns out, for friends, I offer a discounted price of five dollars,” he joked. “So, consider it payment for the coffee.”

Your brow furrowed. “Are you sure about this?”

“Really, it’s fine,” he reassured you. “It’s just one day.”

“I can’t tell you how grateful I am,” you said, seriously.

He raised a curious eyebrow at your tone.

“I mean, it’s just one of the nicest things,” you continued, blushing once again under his gaze. “You’re a very generous person, Gwilym.”

“Perhaps,” he said. “Or you’re just still getting used to kindness.”

You smiled, unwilling to go any deeper.

“Let’s chalk it up to a combination of both,” you said lightly.

You finished your coffees and headed to the door. He had to go to an interview and you were going to take Violet around the city since the weather was nice. As you hugged goodbye, you smiled up at him.

“See you Saturday?” you asked.

“Saturday,” he affirmed.

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xxnothingxtoulousexx · 5 years ago

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Hello friends! It’s me Speedy here again with another character. This here is Toulouse, a Fae circus performer con man & thief who got separated from his troupe when the dome came down and now he’s stuck here. He’s definitely has either stolen from and/or slept with most people at least once. He’s not as much of a secret sweet bean (tm) like Gravi but loves hard. He’s a selective mute, but when he speaks everything that leaves his lips is smooth as fuck. Your friendly neighborhood robin hood, he’s spent the last 2-300 years stealing from museums and big business. Chances are if you’re important he’s swiped something off you. BUT... He’s cute though :0) and look he can stand on one hand :0))

abusive relationship tw

CHARACTER NAME: Toulouse Bécaud

AGE & DATE OF BIRTH: 501, DOB TBD

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Male, he/him

OCCUPATION: Circus/Street performer, thief, conman

ABOUT.

> Toulouse spent the first 100 years of his life as comedic relief for the Seelie Queen and as soon as he could he said ‘fuck them kids’, stole a bunch of shit and bounced. Let’s just say she was not pleased and there is currently a hefty reward for whoever can bring his head to her on a platter. It says something about Toulouse's cunning that he hasn’t been caught yet.

> Originally, he found sanctuary in the Parisian countryside, but it wasn’t long before he found himself in the favor of a troupe supernaturals who disguised themselves as traveling performers.

> Around the time of his adolescence he started experiencing hearing loss and as such his life in the Seelie court was a lot of yelling at him to pay more attention when in reality his problem was he couldn’t hear what the hell anyone was saying. He was mute for years because of this treatment and it wasn’t until he started traveling with the troupe that he started to really speak. It was the troupe leader’s wife who taught him to use sign language to communicate until he felt comfortable enough to speak verbally to people. She also helped him figure out the magic to make hearing the world around him far easier and that genuinely marked one of the most important moments of Toulouse’s life. She will always and forever be Toulouse’s first love, regardless of the physical intimacy they did share in the future.

> They stayed in one place just long enough, leaving before people got too suspicious and often coming back yearly to waiting crowds. This was before news spread so fast and photos made it easy to recognize the same unchanging, performers. People were so caught up in the spectacle no one ever noticed their money was gone or their ring slipped right off of their finger.

> But everything wasn’t a dream. Toulouse has always been a romantic, he likes to woo and flirt and dance people off into the sunset and maybe he was fucking his troupe leader at the time. And maybe he was also fucking the troupe leader’s wife. And maybe their relationship was... turbulent. His troupe leader was known to be a jealous man and Toulouse was prone to infatuation and their wife/girlfriend was manipulative. But Toulouse loved them, so fucking much, even if their relationship was built off of passionate, violent ups and downs.

> Eventually, the triad had crumbled so much they destroyed each other. His troupe lead had never been physical with him when fighting until the very end. And in retrospect Toulouse let that behavior go on longer than he should have. To this day he’s still too much a hopeless romantic for his own good, he has to consistently remind himself that partners don’t get to raise their hand to you.

> Needless to say, it all kind left Toulouse pretty... weary about relationships. The longest he tends to stay with one person is one night if not less. It’s his one weakness: he loves love too much that if he’s not careful he lets himself get carried away with it. He lets things slide when he shouldn’t.

> Over time, he started his own troupe, now calling it a traveling circus. Taking on the outcasts and the loveless and whoever else he could take on because those were his people after all. And by the 1800s he was doing very well for himself. There aren’t many places they haven't been over the years and if you’ve been to Vegas or The Red Light District for example, you may hear rumors about them.

> Nowadays his operation has taken a very adamant anti-capitalist turn. He is dedicated to stealing from the rich and dismantling the bogus systems of power. He’s pretty anarcho-socialist and is not the U.S. government’s biggest fan as of late and vice versa.

> They rebrand every so often, always cautious not to let themselves get carried away. Too much publicity is bad publicity after all. Especially now with technology as it is.

> Wildemount had always been a town they’d stop in, and Toulous’s love for the place is so unabashed that he has a second home here (his primary being in Paris). That said, before the dome came down he hadn’t been expecting to be stay.

> Chances are, you’ve seen Toulouse around. If he hasn’t stolen money off of you in the past maybe he was that mysterious one-night stand that slipped out the window before you awoke the next morning. Maybe you’ll see him smoking a cigarette in an alley somewhere or spot him at the bar. Feel free to buy him a drink he’ll no doubt return the favor.

ABOUT TOULOUSE’S DEAFNESS (all of this is important)

> Again, please note Toulouse is deaf but does have some hearing and can speak, he just chooses not to most of the time. I’d check out Jessica Kellgren-Fozard’s three-part series on her deafness because hers is what I’m kind of basing Toulouse’s off of.

> Also remember Toulouse has been doing acrobatics all his life he knows his craft like the back of his hand. And he knew his troupes and vice versa. So even when they were in situations where there were large crowds they had worked together for 100s of years and knew how to communicate with each other. To be honest, because of that foundation being separated from his troupe is pretty upsetting for Toulouse. He’s never really been alone like this before, especially not in a town/city where there’s a lot going on.

> For the sake of making it fit the world we’re playing in I’m going to say Toulouse utilizes some kind of magic that acts like hearing aids would for humans. Again, reference the videos, that doesn’t mean all his hearing is back but it helps as opposed to if, say that magic was taken away.

> Lastly he does sign and he can read lips! And we’re talking about 400+ years of reading lips too so he’s pretty damn good at it.

That’s all folks!

#veils:intro #abusive relationship tw #//edited

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lumilasi · 5 years ago

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I was supposed to sleep last night but instead made notes on older Wasabi

- He’s less hyper nowadays, but still has his head in the clouds a lot

- Still slightly short attention-span

- Pretty chill most of the time, but can be very vicious and borderline nasty/cruel when you anger him (this is clearly influence from Kain and Ryuu rather than his mothers)

- He very rarely uses his quirk in a fight, knowing his mums would not approve it. He does like to grab people’s throats as a threat though, reminding them he could melt through their windpipe easily, or go as far as to just decapitate them.

- People who see his ruthless side tend to sometimes question if he has two personalities, or if the chill, friendly one is faked. These people are usually the ones he’s had a problem with, as he rarely shows his darker side to people he’s friendly with.

- Speaks his mind a lot of times, which can either mean him saying blunt shit, or blurting out random shower-thoughts when you least expect it. Some question if he’s high half the time.

- Ironically, despite his quirk, and the fact (tho mostly unknown to others) he was taught by two villains, many of the village girls find him safer/nicer to be around than most other guys, as he generally knows how to not act like a creep, or do unwanted flirting and advances. Plus he tends to notice very quickly if someone’s uncomfortable. He credits his mums for teaching him about this stuff.

- Saname still very much loves bunnies and sushi, and carries a whacky stick at times, though it’s a proper staff nowadays instead of a random tree-branch.

- He wears the face-mask both as an accessory, but also because he likes to help Kei in her carpenter job sometimes, and the mask protects him from breathing in the sawdust. Mostly it’s for looks though, and a homage to the person who taught him to control his quirk properly (Kain.)

- While Saname can read current situations well and see if someone’s uncomfortable, and deduce how certain behavior might affect people, he can be oblivious about people harboring deeper feelings for him. Basically, he can be dense AF about someone’s crush towards him.

- He likes to joke he was taught by a supervillain when asked how he knows to fight so well. Nobody takes it seriously usually (and he knows this) even though it’s kinda true.

- His opinion on heroes is pretty neutral; generally speaking, he prefers to judge each individual hero based on personal experience, rather than thinking of them all as good or bad. He does distrust the hero-comission itself though, given what he heard from Kei.

#saname wasabi #wasabi saname #my bnha oc #character musings #boku no hero oc #my hero academy oc #bnha oc

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heamatic-a · 6 years ago

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Because I’m a heathen for Hanzo x Cassie, please do all for the nsfw meme! (Bonus if your answers all involve my fire boi 🔥 )

In-Depth Sinday Meme

What is your muse’s favorite place(s) to be touched?Herhips and navel are especially sensitive. Grabbing her there,caressing, nibbling, kissing: if he wants to make hersquirm, that’s the way to do it. Her neck is also very sensitive.Kiss her at the junction between neck and shoulder and she willliterally melt into Hanzo’s arms in an instant, no questions asked.

Are there any foods that are likeaphrodisiacs to your muse?Natural honey. There’s justsomething absolutely sensual about honey that will turn her on nomatter what. The taste, the texture, the way it’ll flow slowly fromthe dipper, it’ll invoke eroticism that could very well be enoughto drive her wild – give her a honeycomb andshe’ll melt along with it. Honey contains boron which is known toregular hormone levels and nitric oxide which is released in theblood during arousal.

Are there particular scents/soundsthat turn your muse on?Possibly, the reasons she so oftenimagines her fantasies relating to Hanzo to be around the Fire Gardenand its surroundings is because she feels the scent of the JapaneseMaple is very soothing and calming to her, but also does serve as asort of aphrodisiac to her.

Does your muse enjoy dirty talk? Dothey like to do the talking or being dirty talked?Oh god,yes, a lot. She likes it when her partner does the dirty talking, likewhisper things in her ears, either before or during – even after.It doesn’t have to be “dirty”, just the tone used is enough forher, so when Hanzo speaks to her in that poetic way, even, she justabout goes crazy with it; even more so if it’s whispered in herear.

What are some subtle gestures thatget your muse in the mood?Most subtle would be eye contact,longing and lasting – she’ll usually take it as a sign; a caresshere and there, a kiss. She’ll take it as an okay to take thingsfurther.

How does your muse communicate toothers they they’re in the mood?With touch, mostly. It’snot unusual for her to give a hug to someone she’s close to – butwith Hanzo, if she’s in the mood, she’s constantly touching hisshoulders, brushing off against him, caressing his face, and althoughit’s not always for that reason (sometimes it’s for reassurance, like inour sleep thread), she’ll caress his hair; that generally meansshe’s ready to take it further.

How does your muse flirt?Thething with Cassie is that her mannerisms sometimes make it seem likeshe’s flirting when she isn’t necessarily. She’ll wink, do the‘i’m watching you’ gesture during a spar, but depending on theperson, it means something different. Doing it to Hanzo, it’sdefinitely flirting. Doing the same to, for example, Takeda, is notat all flirting but friendly teasing.

How does your muse approach someonethey want to sleep with?She rarely does. She does have afear of rejection that’s enough of a problem to warrant herstepping back unless the other makes the first move. I’m talkingabout the first time she gets with a partner, of course, becauseafter that, she’s a lot more open and will be more prone toinitiate it.

What are some physical things yourmuse does when they want someone to sleep with them?Shegets very touchy and handsy. She’ll give a caress, hold hands, touch hisshoulder. Get closer to him. She’s not very touchy to begin with unless it’s with someone she’s very comfortable with, so inHanzo’s case, she was already giving hints she was willing to takethings further, but pulled back momentarily because she didn’t knowif he would respond.

How does your muse approachone-night stands versus long term partners?She doesn’t doone night stands. If she sleeps with someone, it means she reallylikes them and wants to pursue the relationship further. She’s notbeen lucky in that aspect as most of her partners left after a fewmonths at best, but with Hanzo she hopes it’ll last much longer.

Is your muse very physicallyintimate?Cassie is very physical by nature. She likes totouch, she likes to feel. She’s a glutton for it, in fact, and herhands will always be at work when they’re together in bed; it’s aneed for connection that drives her, and her show of affection isdone mostly with touch.

Is your muse very emotionallyintimate?She certainly can be. She shows it by taking careof her partner as much as she can, not just during sex but outside ofit too; slipping sweet words here and there, little hints that sheloves them and admires them.

Does your muse enjoy cuddling aftersex?She likes the intimacy after, really enjoys theaftercare. It can be something as simple as spooning, or cuddling, orit can be cleaning/washing each other, for example.

What are the requirements for yourmuse to sleep with someone?Her requirements have been morenumerous with maturity. It used to be that she simply enjoys theperson’s presence, but now it needs a much deeper connection thanthat. She’s wasted too much time with people who didn’t reallycare for her enough to stick around. It doesn’t have to be LOVE,per say, but she must possess a fine amount of trust in the person toget there nowadays.

Does your muse use protection? Ifso, what kind?She’s had the coil for about three yearsnow. The pill’s side effects didn’t cut it for her, although shewas on it for several years.

What is a fantasy your muse has?Oneof the fantasies she has with Hanzo is where she would tie him up bythe wrists, above his head, with something like silk or a softmaterial; and she would be the one to take care of him the whole waythrough; to touch and please him until he literally begs her forrelease. >>

Is your muse noisy in bed? Hownoisy? What makes them reach that level?She can be. Shetends to moan and squirm, but she will keep her voice at a certainlevel unless she’s brought to orgasm, at which point she can becomemuch louder while it lasts.

Does your muse enjoy teasing? Givingor receiving? How long can they stand it?She doesn’t mindteasing. It can be fun and pleasurable, but she much prefers givingthan receiving. As for how long she can stand it, it depends WHAT itis, but usually she gets impatient quickly.

How does your muse respond to peoplemaking advances on them?If she isn’t interested, she’lllet them know very bluntly. She’s very firm about it. If she is,she’ll be quite amiable and return the advances as said above,where she would become a lot more touchy in her own advances.

What is a kink your muse has? Howwould they bring it up to their partner?Anal penetration.Would she even bring it up to Hanzo? Not now, perhaps much later downthe line, but she knows it may be a taboo subject with someone likehim. If she feels he’s becoming more open to different ideas, shewould bring it up beforehand, but otherwise, she probably wouldn’t.

What is one sexual insecurity thatyour muse has?She’s generally pretty good with that, butshe does get somewhat self-conscious about the scars she’s gottenover the years while fighting, especially those left by Shinnok which are much more prominent. She hasa few in the back, and one across her belly.

What kills the mood for your museinstantly?Don’t belittle her. Insults, threats,humiliation, disrespect, she won’t have any of that, and will morethan likely kick her partner’s ass over it. In the case of Hanzo,she highly doubts he would go down that path, so she isn’t evenworried.

What gets your muse in the moodinstantly?One thing would be during a good friendly spar.She likes the idea of being spent and sweaty, and the whole thingturns into a something more that drives them back to Hanzo’s livingquarters. Another thing would be when they have one of those meaningful talks. She feels she can open up to him about anything, and he will listen to her and be there for her. It’s a huge turn on for her to have someone be so open like that, someone in whom she can confine, and vice versa. Basically, it goes back to trust all over again.

Does your muse enjoy roleplaying inthe bedroom?

She’s never tried it, but shecertainly wouldn’t be against it.

Does your muse prefer gentlelovemaking or rough sex?

She doesn’t mind either or, what’smost important to her is the connection she shares with her partnerat the time of them coming together and what both are most comfortable with. If Hanzo wants to be rough, she’ll be okay with it, if he wants to be gentle, she’ll be just as open to it.

Is your muse the type to fall inlove from having sex or to leave it be?To be honest it HIGHLY depends on herpartner and how she feels about them prior the act. Generally, no,because her partners rarely stick around for very long. She’s notbeen very lucky relationship-wise and only held a relationship for afew months at a time. So she never really gets attached. However, inthe case of Hanzo, she’d liked him a while now, and frankly, noone’s treated her with as much care and respect as he has, so Iwouldn’t be surprised if she wouldn’t have fallen entirely forhim by the time they’re done in our thread.

What was your muse’s first sexualexperience?Shaun Boon, a few days after graduation. Theyhooked up and she thought they would last, but unfortunately itdidn’t go past a few weeks.

What was your muse’s best sexualexperience?This is gonna sound cheesy as all hell, but it’sprobably her first time with Hanzo, especially because it was one ofher fantasies come true; he takes such good care of her and so she’skinda on cloud 9 right now.

What was their worst sexualexperience?Again, Shaun Boon. Both were inexperienced, andhe didn’t much seem to know how to proceed. He was too fast andeager, and he hurt her when he entered her the first time and shehonestly did not have a good time. It took her a while after that to get with someone else.

Does your muse enjoy kissing?Caressing?Very much so. One of the things that will turnher on really quickly is kissing. Soft or hard, it doesn’t matter,the longer they kiss, the more turned on she will get. As for caressing, it goes back to how much she enjoys touching, so yes, she enjoys caressing a lot.

What is your muse’s favorite partof sex?That connection that comes with the firstpenetration. She’s extremely sensitive and quite often, if she’sbeen stimulated enough, she can be pushed to orgasm with the firstpenetration alone.

What is one area they’re great atduring sex?Worshiping the other. She really likes to give,she’s a giver by nature, and while she enjoys receiving, she feelseven more at ease when she gives attention to her partner.

What is one area they could use improvement in duringsex?Where she can have a big mouth in general and have arebuke for just about anything, she tends to be more shy in bed, soshe doesn’t talk as much. She knows she needs to talk more to addto the involvement. She’s just afraid of saying something thatwould kill the mood.

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parkminijiminie · 7 years ago

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your views on jimin being extremely flirty and touchy with almost every other guy including jungkook? i dont think its only jk hes that with everyone

Hi, Anon! I’m sorry this ask took awhile as I’ve been taking a break lately but I’m here so let’s get to the answer

I’ll start by making this clear: My views on Jimin’s touchiness and overall personality is not that he is “extremely flirty” at all. In fact, I think people often mistake his amazing social skills, his very high EQ and friendliness as flirting.

Yes, sometimes I think his behaviour is intended to fluster and provoke a reaction but a lot of times he’s simply being himself, laughing, smiling or hugging a member and people immediately claim that “he’s flirting” when that’s not exactly the case. He’s simply adorable and a lot of times people react to it (a good example Chanyeol getting flustered during an interview) but that is not Jimin trying to flirt; it’s him being his charming self that people tend to like and fall for (who could blame them, look at me and I’ve never even met him in person)

Flirting as I would describe it is deliberately taking actions to elicit some sort of attraction to your own self in another person, to draw them or to induce sexual arousal and this is not what I would describe his everyday behaviour as. Him hugging, throwing himself over someone when laughing, complimenting or putting his hand on a member’s shoulder is not flirting; it’s Jimin being Jimin and showing his affection to the members who he loves dearly. Of course, there are instances where I would consider his behaviour as more than standard “Jiminess” but my point is these cases are a lot less than people make them out to be (in my humble opinion).

Skinship in BTS (and in kpop in general) is not something that telling for the relationship between two members as they are all close and have lived together for years so physical contact (hugs, sitting on laps, cuddling) is nothing that unusual to them. They are all very comfortable with each other’s bodies, they all have seen each other naked probablya thousand times. It’s not that big of a deal as we shippers often make it and the connection between two people is not solely determined by how much they touch. It’s more about the nature of the interactions and the whole picture.

Taking all of this into consideration, Jimin still touches Jungkook a lot, like a lot. Just this recent comeback every time they go at recordings we have new reports about them engaging in skinship and a lot of those times it was Jimin who initiated them. But it’s not even the quantity of the moments between them that’s interesting, it’s about their essence. Jimin may hug the members a lot but I’ve never seen him putting his fingers in their butt like he did more than once (or twice, or three times, or four actually) with Jungkook at the end of DNA. He doesn’t stroke their necks and hair with so much fondness as he did to JK in BV2 Behind the scenes either. He doesn’t manhandle them into giving him piggyback rides nor does he pretend to kiss their necks at fansigns. So there’s still some difference to me. There’s Jimin with the other members, being touchy and affectionate, “flirty” if you insist to use this word (even though I beg to differ)

and there’s Jimin with Jungkook: downright filthy and 18+ half of the time and the other half looking and touching him as if he would marry him on the spot.

That being said, when it comes to Jikook I find Jungkook’s behaviour very interesting, even more than Jimin’s. Most of the times the members let JM do whatever he wants and welcome his affection but it’s Jungkook who would try to push Jimin into flirting with him by choosing cheesy pick up lines and grabbing every opportunity to fluster him. He would flirt back every chance he gets nowadays (sometimes furiously dare I say) and he shows no signs of shame in doing so, using his “special Jimin voice” as I would call it: lower, huskier, Busan Satoori coming out to play, looking straight into Jimin’s eyes, putting his hand on him, calling him “Jimin-ssi” because (and I quote) “It fulfills him” , especially using their dialect because then “it gives stronger feeling” (boi, what do you need it to be any stronger for, ain’t it enough for you). He doesn’t really do that with anyone else.

Jimin on the other hand gets so shy and adorable, he giggles, he glances down, he gets embarrassed. All things that are not usual for him and that one would expect of him given his reputation as “”“very flirty””” (double quotation marks for emphasis here). It’s a sight to behold actually: the king of teasing and seduction being teased and flustered, acting like his crush talked to him for the first time. All that because of his dongsaeng, someone younger than him with 2 years. And more often than not Jungkook doesn’t even have to do anything special, he simply gazes at him and uses The Voice ™. Can you imagine having so much power? Low and behold our superhero. Is it a bird? Is it a plane? nope, it’s Jungkook giving less than 0 f*cks and using his superpowers without breaks (sometimes on national TV, may I add).

The chemistry JM and JK have.. it’s just not something you can fake (or apparently hide). Even when they’re not touching, when they’re simply talking (often across the room) it still feels different, it feels like we’re intruding on something that we shouldn’t witness, a private moment. This is what separates them from anyone else in my opinion.

What that chemistry means, I have no idea. They might be dating, they might be just fooling around, maybe they’re just suuuuper close friends who know each other in and out and like to tease one another. But in any case the connection is there and it’s stronger than ever this comeback.

You don’t even have to look at them to feel it; close your eyes and just listen to them talking with each other and then with the other members (for example in the comeback vlive) and you’ll know what I’m talking about.

Peace and Love

#jikook #kookmin #jimin

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coffee-for-himchan · 7 years ago

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B.A.P’s reaction to you unintentionally flirting with another member

-YONGGUK-

When he saw what seemed like you getting a little flirty with Himchan over an in-between-takes coffee at the studio, his stare did linger at the sight in front of him for a little, though not for too long. Without second thought or any possible doubts in his head, he simply returns to focus on his computer and lets you two have your conversation, because he doesn’t feel like he has to step in and say something or has to bother checking on things and how they’re going.

He knows you’re friendly, knows that Himchan is just the same. He knows that that's how you simply are - you don’t mean to come across as flirty, you just do. He is already aware, which is why it doesn't bother him. He feels proud of the fact that he can trust both you and Himchan enough that he doesn’t feel the need for taking any measures - he can just lean back against his chair and continue working, or maybe he can relax a little, if he wants to. You’ll come around and tell him to do just that soon enough anyways.

Plus, even if this would be someone other than Himchan, he doesn’t feel the need to worry then either. You're his already, and it’s not like you want anyone but him by your side, which you’ve already made clear so many times in the past that he believes it without doubt or second thought nowadays.

You won’t hear anything about it from him, as he has already long forgotten all about it by the time you leave the studio to head back to your place for a well-deserved night of movies.

-HIMCHAN-

He's maybe a little bothered by the way you're currently talking with Daehyun, seemingly all up in his personal space, all giggly and positive in emotion when joking around with him. It bothers him just a little, though the rational part of his brain tells him to let go of it and not pay attention. And in the end, he does just that.

He trusts you - you wouldn't actually flirt with anyone like that. You've had talks with him about it prior where you had explained to him that you never mean to come across as flirty, even if it sometimes seemed like it. And yes, he had already pointed it out it in the past, but just because he gets a little insecure and keeps questioning his own place in your life when you do this, or that’s what he kept doing at the start of your relationship anyways. But now it’s different - time has passed and he knows better than to overthink it now.

So though he can't completely ignore the situation as it does keep him turning his head back every now and then, it's not like he does it because he doesn't trust you or feels the need to go up and remind you who's your good friend and who's your boyfriend. It's just because, well.. Himchan can start lacking attention really fast. And when he sees you talking to someone like that, he suddenly wants all of your attention too.

He might tease you about it afterwards, saying that you had so much fun back there, you might as well consider changing your relationship status. But you know it's just his lame jokes and he chuckles in defense as you push him in his side. This is why he loves you. Not because you push him in the side, no - because you always find a fun way to settle things, which leads to having close to zero arguments.

-DAEHYUN-

So.. What’s Jongup doing there with you?

The younger clearly doesn't catch onto the tone of your talks - god, he's so slow with understanding things - but maybe that's what makes it a little easier for Daehyun to watch this happening. These little jokes of yours, how you're so kind and open-minded about all things around - this whole way of conversing that you have was the thing that initially charmed Daehyun. He just felt so free in conversation with you and so happy to be there, which at some point made him fall hard for you. And seeing you talking this way to others makes him a bit worried, because..

What if they'll fall in love with you the same way he did at some point?

Jongup in particular is no threat in this case - he is oblivious as hell and simply chuckles awkwardly in response to any thing told to him, as always and as with most people. He’s a good listener but not much of an engaging participant of a conversation, that Daehyun had figured over the years. But if someone who’s more talkative and open like himself would start talking to you a lot - would they be a threat? He knows you don’t need anyone apart from him in your life as you never fail to let him know just how much you love him, but what if you catch someone else’s eye, even if unintentionally? He just doesn’t want anyone to be disappointed once they find out you’re taken, but that being said, you’re with him and that’s the end of the story.

Daehyun probably wouldn't say anything to you about it either. He knows he's you boo, nothing to worry about here. Just expect him to go up to you and claim all of your attention sometime afterwards, because he loves you attention and wants a piece of it.

-YOUNGJAE-

If it wouldn't be Yongguk whom you were kind-of-but-not-really acting flirty with, he would've probably wanted to come up to you and just claim you back by an arm wrapped around you waist and a quiet request for you to come along with him to somewhere else. Yes, Jae can get jealous really easily regarding this topic, not that he intends to - it just happens. But you talking with Yongguk is a whole different case on quite a few levels, and he’s totally fine with it.

For one, it’s different because he's Yongguk and Youngjae doesn't dare saying anything at least mildly confronting to him. And for two, it's hilarious to watch you two interacting, because Yongguk looks so embarrassed and shy regarding all the attention he’s given all of a sudden and oh my god where is the camera we need to tape this.

So Youngjae lets himself have fun and sits back to watch the show, seeing the leader losing all his toughness and silent reserved man attitude as he chuckles nervously and turns into a beet in your friendly, attentive company. Yongguk likes talking to you, but somehow Junhong's "Yongguk hyuuung~" coming from the other room feels like salvation, and he excuses himself to go and talk to the younger for a bit, leaving you to wave him a happy goodbye and stay behind.

Youngjae will let you know how amused he is by walking over and confronting you about it straight-up, crossing his arms over his chest and chuckling as he sees your eyes widening as you pout at him, explaining how all of it was just you being friendly and nothing else, quote, "how dare you think otherwise!?". He might just play betrayed and hard to get too, saying "whatever" and turning on his heels to walk off and away, but that's only because he knows that you'll be hugging him from behind in a second, giving him all your attention as you continue to pout at him for being wrong and mean about all this. As long as he gets a nice dose of an actual flirt of yours, Youngjae's fine with all. Especially when you play along to his fake offense so well and make it another joke first.

-JONGUP-

Wait.. What happened? Who flirted with whom?

He's too caught up with watching videos on his phone to notice what's happening, until Daehyun who's sitting nearby chuckles and mumbles something about you being extra friendly with Junhong today. He watches the remaining bit of the video and as he lifts up his glance and squints into the distance, he indeed sees the two of you fooling around a lot and being quite close with each other.

Jongup takes only one measure, that measure being going back to watching his videos and leaving you be.

It's not like he completely wouldn't care about you hanging out with another guy like that, it's just that... We're talking about Junhong here. It's not just some random guy, it’s Junhong, the only one who would ever call him "Jonguppie hyuung~" and strive for his hard to earn proper attention like no other would. He's his little bro basically, one of his best friends. Jongup doesn't see an issue with you being really friendly with one of his friends - isn't it better if you're on really good terms with his friends, actually? Your charming attitude does that on it's own, and he admires you for it and loves how you interact with others - how you're so easy to get along with. He himself is the definition of awkward, so he admires you in this aspect, really, and feels no need to do anything about it.

And at the end of it all, he feels the couch he's sitting on dipping in a bit as your head lands on his shoulder and you press against his side, asking him what he's watching. And he just gives you one of his earbuds and wraps an arm around you, letting you stay with him for a bit. Everything’s back on track, and you two may just entertaining yourselves now up until he's on to go on stage.

-ZELO-

The sight in front of him is confusing.

It isn't really though, but sometime Junhong thinks it’s kinda fun to be a little bit over-dramatic. He intends to do just that once you’re done talking to Youngjae.

He himself knows how to be an excellent flirt. He knows how to be a playful flirt, with lots of eyebrow wiggling, suggestive looks and "ooh bebe~~" to accompany all of that to make you both chuckle and melt. He knows how to be an actually suggestive flirt, with all those smooth words and moves to make you feel weak in the knees for him. He knows how to do a ton more flirts, which we're not going to look into because this post would probably be 12.5 k+ if we did, but you basically get it.

Point is, he knows what's a flirt and what isn't. This.. Is nowhere near being actual flirting, but hey.. It's funny to see Youngjae thinking of the situation otherwise.

Junhong chuckles as he has cracked the mystery of his hyung acting so non-like himself all of a sudden as he continues talking with you. The tiny defensive motions he does, the chuckles he gives that indicate the fact he understood the joke yet doesn't want to further engage into it.. Junhong's pretty sure Youngjae really thinks you’re flirting with him, hence the sudden embarrassment he feels and displays. But it doesn’t last for too long, since you get a call and excuse yourself to answer that, and meanwhile Daehyun has claimed Youngjae’s attention for something important. Junhong just waits around until you’re done talking on the phone and starts mimicking you once he’s got your attention.

It’s funny to watch him doing an over-dramatic rendition of all your previous sentences, and you laugh at him and playfully hit his gut, telling him that you don’t sound like that. He continues with saying that he feels betrayed by your actions, but knows a great way that you could make it up in, which just happens to be going out with him later in the evening. And like that, he has scored himself a date. One in which he’ll get proper flirting and gives some of it back to you too.

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dlamp-dictator · 7 years ago

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Allen’s Rambling: Playing a Fighting Game for Story (Under Night In-Birth)

Recently, I got my hands on Under Night In-Birth Exe:Late[st], or UNIEST for short, a fighting game I’ve been looking forward to playing for almost half a year now. I know Dragonball Fighter Z is the fighting game that everyone cares about at the moment, but this is a game I’ve been wanting a little more... and DBFZ has too many problems with its... everything as a fighting game (a lacking tutorial, a tragically basic challenge mode, not explaining tools for high-level play within the game, etc.). So, I feel like talking about UNIEST for a bit while I’m taking a break from its Chronicle Mode, give my first impressions and all that now that I’ve only got about 7 prologues left to get through. Hopefully I won’t Ramble on about this, but... we’ll see. Yeah too late, I rambled, as usual... jeez, saying that phrase tends screws me over way to much and gives me a butt load of editing to do. But anyway, here goes.

Expanding and Explain the Lore

I like how Chronicle Mode gives us much more context to the arcade mode. It’s sort of the reverse of how Guilty Gear Xrd did it’s arcade and story modes. Rather than the Arcade mode being the prologue to the story mode, the story mode explains what is going on in everyone’s arcade mode, with each new prologue giving more and more context to each character and the setting overall. Every character has their own little prologue selection that goes on for about 3 to 4 chapters that explains their motives and past, with each prologue in itself being about 1 to 2 hours long depending on your reading speed. The only exception at this point seems to be Vatista, who is moreso giving exposition to the lore of the world in her prologue chapters. That’s harmless overall given her role in the story is more of an observer than an actual character moving the plot, and her own Arcade mode being her finally going out and observing things.

While the game was coming out I often found myself jokingly thinking that the world of UNIEST was going to be some extension of the Nasuverse given the inclusion of Sion as a character. Though I was joking at the time it really feels like Nasu had his hand in this series in terms of writing, as I see some of the same issues I had when playing Fate/Extella.

I have two major issues with the game as far as its story mode and writing is concerned: the pacing, and the localization.

Pacing

This is where most of the Nasuverse comparisons come from. Now to be fair to UNIEST, “bad pacing” is kind of a subjective critique nowadays due to it being thrown out far too much for its own good (my own posts and critiques not helping), so I’ll say that the pacing just feels slow to me personally. I feel like there’s too much idle chatter going on with people talking about things that aren’t important to the plot. For an example, in Orie’s prologue she’s talking to her friend/partner Lex about moving to Kanzakai, the location of the game. They discuss a bit about the mission, Orie goes into thought about her opinions of it, we learn a lot about Orie’s personality and nature when she isn’t in Licht Kreis Mode and slaying Voids, and so on. This is fine, but sometimes it felt like their friendly conversations about sweets, fashion, what restaurant to eat at, and adjusting to Japanese customs felt more like padding at times than characterization. This is all fine on paper, as it expands on both Orie and Lex’s personality, and it does lead to some interested interactions with Wagner when she appears, but for me it just feel like it drags. The main takeaways from Orie’s prologue is that she’s going to Kanzakai on an undercover/infiltration mission to learn about Amnesia and Paradox, work as something close to Wagner’s probation officer and make sure she doesn’t go to wild, and show off her personality when she isn’t in Licht Kreis Mode. The extra bits just feel unneeded to an extent. You could just skip to the restaurant scene after Orie and Lex get to Kanzakai, cut out half the dialogue about cakes and uniforms, and things would flow a little better. Though... that’s just my own opinion.

I think a better prologue that did this sort of small talk/tangent thing well was Yuzuriha’s and Wagner’s. In Yurzuriha’s prologue we learn that she’s reluctantly the In-Birth Guardian of Kanzakai due to her older sister losing her powers on her first day of the job, and that while she knows that big things are going down in the city and is knowledgeable the Hallow Night, she’d rather just do nothing to draw attention to herself and keeps the peace by slowly crushing any rising powers making a ruckus. We also learn about the formation of Bankikai and #BestBoy Ogre. The writing goes into its usual smaller conversations and small talk, but it works a lot better in this case. Yuzuriha going on and explaining the Hallow Night in depth to Ogre makes since due to her wanting to make sure he understands that forming organizations will only worsen the situation as rising powers clash and only give rise to more Voids and more In-Births to create an endless cycle. It also shows that as knowledgeable as she is about it, Yuzuriha doesn’t give a damn about what goes on in the Hallow Night outside of keeping the peace and is only explaining things to Ogre because she doesn’t want to deal with him later... and she only had a broom to fight with at the time. On Ogre’s end, he was the type of character to make small talk, flirt, and go on long, hammy spiels about his goals, which constantly annoyed Yuzuriha, but it played well with the tone of the scenes and honestly made Ogre very endearing.

Speaking of endearing characters, the writing style of the prologues also helped Wagner’s character well too. She’s the newest playable character that I was personally interested in learning about. Wagner’s name actually came up several times in the the arcade modes of the previous game. From what we knew she was a mix of a merciless Templar that slaughtered anyone and everyone under the name of Licht Kreis, a wildcard that was Licht Kreis’s ace in the hole, and someone that Orie either feared, despised, or saw as a rival of some kind. The main takeaways from her prologue is that she is on probation after “overdoing it” in a past mission and has to live in Japan to cool her head with two attendants managing/confiscating her sword and shield, and while she personally views Orie as a rival Orie herself just sees her as a dangerous person that’s a pain to deal with. Those were the takeways, but the prologue does a lot to humanize Wagner and make her an interesting character. When not in Licht Kreis Mode she’s actually very endearing, being someone that knows little about society outside of battle. She struggles with academics due to her not liking the structure of Japanese schools, but slowly loving the more social aspect of it. She has a slight dependence on her attendants for more social activities. She’s a horrible actor to the point that her undercover backstory was that of being a shelter rich girl so she didn’t have to force herself to act in anyway and blow her cover. It’s all humanizing stuff from someone that was hyped up as a fiery, brutal killer of Voids throughout the series. She’s just... a socially awkward rich girl outside of battle, and it’s pretty enduring.

And just before I move on to talk about the localization I’ll just say that Carmine and Enkidu’s prologues could had easily been two chapters instead of three. The long conversations and small talk were just... out of character for those two, Carmine especially, though he is a lot more likable to me now, and Enkidu might just be my favorite character story-wise for his simplicity and how he bounces off Chaos and Hilda in Amnesia.

Now then...

The Localization

The localization... is terrible.

No, I’m not kidding, this is some godawful localizing. Spell check apparently didn’t even exist when translating this script. Seriously, take a shot everytime you see a spelling or grammar error. Actually, don’t do that, you’ll die before you finish the first prologue. I mean... jeez, I know mistakes happen, and my own writings tend to be riddled with grammar issues here and there, but the amount I’m seeing here is just inexcusable. The misspellings especially. Serious, was spell check a thing when they translated this? Especially since there’s no dub every moment of grammar errors and misspellings seems more egregious. Reading these cutscenes and visual novel moments are a pain when I have to figure out what a character is actually saying. Which brings me to another issue.

There’s no dub, and that rustles my jimmies something fierce.

I don’t care how controversial it is for me to talk about this anymore. I don’t care how little the FGC cares for dubs and stories in fighting games. I don’t care about EVO, NorCal, SoCal, or anything other bull excuse used for a proper lacking localization. I kept my mouth shut about this when it came to Blazblue and Guilty Gear outside of some grumbles and general reactive whining, but now I’m actually pissed. There was no excuse this time for lacking a dub here, especially with the large window of time between the JP and NA release dates.

For those that are curious, it was about 6 months. I remember Arc System saying something to the effect of having to delay Blazblue Central Fiction by about 6 month if they were to dub it. Six months... and this game has much less story stuff going on than in Blazblue. I remember people saying that BBCF needed to come out sooner so people outside of Japan could train for EVO. Folks, anyone that gives a damn about fighting games on a competitive level will import unless the time gap is a week’s difference or less. Period. Everyone else will either just do local tournaments, or is playing casually by extension of the more series side of the FGC. And frankly, EVO tends to be dominated by Japanese players anyway, so... I’m narrowing my eyes when I hear things like that. When this game had such a large time gap I think most of us figured it was for a dub, especially with Dragonball Fighter Z coming out just barely a month beforehand. However... no such luck, this game was basically delayed, had a poor release time, and I’m willing to bet money it was so this game could flop and they’d have an excuse to probably not dub Cross Tag Battle due to low interest in what would be one fourth of that game’s rooster (technically one eighth, but that’s a Rambling for another day).

Ugh, but I won’t whine about that any further, continuing to type this is only making me angrier... moving on.

Themes of Under Night

Now what kind of writer would I be if I didn’t at least try to talk about the narrative themes of UNIEST’s story? I’ll be honest. I’m having a hard time thinking of its themes. Not that it doesn’t have any mind you, but... I can’t really place my finger on it yet. Maybe it’s because I haven’t completed Chronicle Mode yet, but there is a theme in this game’s story.

And it’s probably something really Japanese.

I’m not just saying that because this is a Japanese Anime Fighting Game, but... the story is constantly drilling in how peaceful Japan is despite how combative the Hallow Night is by nature. Wald and Enkidu are constantly going on about how they feel out of play being warriors in such peaceful times. Carmine talks about how hard it is to be a street punk picking fights in modern times. Orie and Wagner are bring up how peaceful and different Japan is compared to the warzones they’ve been in while in Licht Kreis. The list goes on, but the fact that this story takes place in a peaceful country like Japan is drilled into you. I still have quite a few characters to finish in terms of prologues, but... there’s something, some kind of commentary on peace and violence. Chaos heavily stresses that Amnesia never goes too far to kill people in these modern times in Enkidu’s prologue, Gordeu remarks how fights aren’t to the death despite the tension between warring groups.

There’s... something here, but I can’t put my finger on it, probably due to my Western origins and beliefs. I’m sure if I talked about this with my Xenny might be able to piece together something since he’s learning the language and I get the feeling the theme might be lost in translation somewhere, but... for now, it’s all speculation until I finish the prologues.

As a game overall, this is a huge improvement to the original Under Night. There’s an in depth tutorial mode, there’s a Mission Mode to learn combos, there’s an network mode that’s leagues better than DBFZ at this point in terms of structure and netcode. If anyone in the FGC felt a little burnt by how Dragonball Fighter Z handled things like the tutorial and challenge mode and just generally not providing things for high-level play, I highly recommend giving UNIEST a shot, especially if you’re interested in Blazblue Cross Tag Battle.

Lastly, I would a moment of silence for Ogre, who has a great character design, interesting personality, had the coolest name for a special ability (Gate of Hades), but will never be playable due to... plot reasons. Farewell playboy fedora man, I would had definitely subbed you if you were playable.

#under night in birth #your dictator is speaking

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hello my angels ! i’m sorry this is so late but i’m sarah & i’m 18 yrs old & live in the hellhole that is ohio so the est timezone ! i’m ur token harry potter nerd & lover of all things musical... anyways u can hear more about 5/10 of my problematic children under the cut ! i’m gonna try to keep it short but i lov to talk so we’ll see ! if you’re willing to plot give this post a big mf like & i’ll come crawlin’ to ur ims !

— ✯ | barbara delaney savenkov ! + pinterest board !

tw: death, murder

laura harrier, cisfemale, she/her — have you met barbara delaney savenkov yet ? the twenty-three year old is known for being both poised and enticing, but also very skeptical and deceiving. born in san francisco, barbie now lives in soho, waiting tables at the fork and assassinating people on the side for some extra cash. + wanted connections !

so barbara was born n raised in san francisco, california to a solidly middle class family. her parents were divorced growing up, although they were friendly & got along well enough to be friends & co-parent barbie. she’d always been quite an idealist like Yes The World Is Good but when she was twenty, her dad had died due to a rogue heart attack that seemingly happened for no reason & it completely shattered barbara.

that’s when a local gang found her, at her ultimate low, & roped her into their business. she stayed w them for two years or so & at some point or another barbara started to realize that she didn’t think this business & way to make money was a good one. eventually, they starting cutting pay & barbara started to feel like she was bein manipulated. working w the gang kind of made her give up her optimism & is what truly formed her into the stone cold but somehow still elegant & captivating barbie she is today ! her idealistic attitude & never-ending optimism died with all of the shady shit that gang made her do.

then barbara was offered a job as an assassin for a powerful man doin some shady shit & she was unable to refuse even tho her first instinct was to turn it down – it offered great money & stability, & with the impression that she’d only be hurting people who deserved it, barbara shakily accepted the deal & left the gang !

she’s not pleased w the fact that she’s murdering ppl for a living, obviously, but she tries to make do with what she has & tells herself that the ppl she’s killing deserve it but !! messy !

personality-wise, barbara comes off as super intimidating at first n like she just doesn’t have feelings… super proper n always sitting upright n stiff as fuck… scares ppl away bc she seems like a robot at first

she's that kid who studies for the test like 3 weeks before it actually happens and has color coordinated highlighting and bullet journals.. she wants to be on top of everything, constantly – she doesn’t like feeling unorganized or like she’s falling apart ? i think it’s partially bc she tends to over perfect areas of her life like that, and like color coordinating her closet and making sure everything is tidy to make up for the Mess that is her secret career ??

one of the most annoying things ever is how perfect she seems on the surface ?? like, she likes everybody n is probably the type of person who rescues stray kittens from trees n sings as little birdies fly down & comb her hair or some shit but anyone close to barbie in real life knows she is a hardcore mess

that friend who’s like “oh my god i look so fat in this picture” n literally everybody groans bc shut the fuck up karen ur perfect

could literally say “fuck off” to somebody n the tone of voice she uses would make them think she was complimenting them

— ✯ | cordelia esther king ! + pinterest board !

alycia debnam-carey, cisfemale, she/her — have you met cordelia esther king yet ? the twenty-two year old is known for being both affable and buoyant, but also very whimsical and corybantic. born in salem, delia now lives in lambeth, working as a wedding planner and forming unrealistic expectations of true love.

so ngl cordelia is very inspired by jane from 27 dresses but w/ some twists so i’m not completely unoriginal

she was born to a pastor for a father in salem aka witch town ! cordelia was raised as kind of a perfect goody goody two shoes u know.. classic girl next door who sleeps w a teddy bear even at twenty-two & her entire room is covered in pink, she spends her spare time baking n blushing over boys smiling at her wtvr... she was always strong-willed & opinionated but shut up out of fear of being made fun of u know, kids these days r mean

so then when cordelia is old enough to leave her parents house ( let’s say like a year ago ) she decides that she’s tired of being the nice girl in the shadows & that she wants to live life more on the edge so she vows to start living life dangerously & being badass... whatever that means

it’s actually kind of funny, because she’ll stroll into a bar & bat her eyelashes at the bartender & single ppl in the room to try & get them to order a drink for her solely bc she doesn’t know the names of any drinks... has no common sense & is too naive for her own good ( what is a handjob... what does “on the rocks” mean ) but the girl’s trying to [ troy bolton vc ] break free so who am i to judge ?

she’s a wedding planner who’s actually in love with the idea of love & has watched the notebook 1 too many times... despite her being wildt nowadays she’s still into the whole “when i meet the one for me my foot will pop when we kiss & i’ll feel fireworks” thing.. it’s cute but also sad but ! cute !

personality-wise... she’s outspoken & friendly & incredibly flirty, but at the same time she probably either assumes you’re flirting w her when you’re really not or has no clue that you’re hitting on her when ur literally kissing her

is totally sandy at the end of grease when she’s like “tell me about it, stud” acting all badass but then doesn’t know what to do w her cigarette butt & looks nervously at her friends like WTF DO I DO

please come corrupt her or fuck her up... or be nice 2 her & teach her how to be a human being

— ✯ | dexter leroy bates ! + pinterest board !

torrance coombs, cismale, he/him — have you met dexter leroy bates yet ? the thirty-one year old is known for being both inventive and idealistic, but also very farouche and indecisive. born in hackney, dex now lives in croydon, editing badly filmed videos and gluing himself to a camera 24/7.

basically a nerdy starving artist based on mark from rent with a lil bit of peter parker in him

a broke ass bitch living in croydon trying his best to make it as a photographer / film maker

he has huge dreams of hollywood but his films r probably kinda bad... but he tries his best n i love him for it

kinda nerdy & word vomit-y... super cute... would die for his friends but also would kill u for insulting one of them

is that nerd that is actually hot n buff n shit but u never notice bc he wears hoodies n hides behind a camera bc i lov stereotyping apparently

i don’t really have his backstory worked out yet tbfh so really ? go wild w connections for my son

— ✯ | davina leigh cordero ! + pinterest board !

lauren jauregui, cisfemale, she/her — have you met davina leigh cordero yet ? the twenty-one year old is known for being both intuitive and diligent, but also very seclusive and obstinate. born in whitby, davina now lives in soho, studying journalism and avoiding as much human interaction as possible.

100% based on rory gilmore bc apparently even tho i’m on season 2 i luv the characters Too Much

basically everything i aspire 2 be in a person... hardworking as fuck, loves school so fricking much, antisocial as hell !

davina is deadass brilliant & her idea of wild is staying up past 11 on a school night or waiting to do her homework on saturday instead of friday

sweet, a lil bit awkward, but the cutest ever n i would die for her

would much rather be chillin w her books than anything else tbh & doesn’t know how to hold proper interactions but it’s more charming than anything else

grew up with only her dad mostly, since her mom worked full time & lived out of town for reasons but they both love her a ton. her dad would give her the whole world if he could, & owns a quaint little coffee shop in whitby & is constantly calling davina to check up on her... when she got older her mom moved back in w her dad so since then she’s gotten a lot closer to her but there’s still just such a bond between her dad & her u know

what is romance ? davina doesn’t know

come fuck her up

— ✯ | sawyer maisie pitman ! + pinterest board !

josefine frida pettersen, cisfemale, she/her — have you met sawyer maisie pitman yet ? the twenty year old is known for being both undaunted and driven, but also very apathetic and blunt. born in bristol, sawyer now lives in wandsworth, being a tragically pathetic starving artist & student.

so sawyer was adopted as a baby, unnamed, to two moms who love her more than anything in the world. one’s a publisher & one’s an english professor, & they’re both huge fricking nerds, so she was named after tom sawyer !

as soon as she could walk she was talented with art & everything that had to do with it & not long after entering high school she decided that that’s what she wanted to do & nothing was going to get in the way of it

now, as a student & hopeful artist, sawyer is dead set on getting where she wants to be & has no tolerance for bullshit... like if u ain’t helping her further her career, ur unimportant to her

relationships ? cancelled. romance is a DISTRACTION from her work & only complicates her life !

blunt as fuck & doesn’t sugar coat things. she says things like they are & expects others to do the same bc she has no time for drama or whatnot

stubborn as fuck & nearly impossible to talk to sometimes bc she’s so set in her ways but hey love me a strong woman amirite

sharp-tongued & sarcastic as fuck but can be incredibly kind when the time is right !

#smoke:intros

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