#flmed

[t0mbraid]

‘  i  am  an  archaeologist.  i  try  to  discover  the  mysteries,  but  sometimes,  danger  finds  me instead. ”

@flmed requested one liner starter.

[renownedagent]

BEING  FREE  FROM  THE  INTELLIGENCE  COMMUNITY  WAS  FREEING.  marcus  felt  that  by  not  being  tied  down  by  mi6,  he  could  truly  focus  on  his  own  potential  &  DO  THE  RIGHT  THING  without  being  told  what  to  do  or  dictated  by  a  set  of  rules.  with  this,  many  tried  to  get  in  contact  with  marcus;  with  jobs,  recruitment  posts.  you  name  it  -  it  was  almost  like  he  was  constantly  in  demand.

as  he  sipped  a  green  tea  at  a  local  cafe;  he  noticed  @flmed  approach  him.  a  sigh  would  escape  his  lips  before  his  british  accent  followed  shortly  after.  "  look,  whatever  boy-band  you're  trying  to  get  together;  i'm  not  interested.  i'm  more  of  a  solo-act  anyway.  "  his  brown  hues  looked  at  him  as  he  tried  to  avoid  any  advances  to  join  any  organization.  "  look,  i  know  my  skills  are  in  high  demand;  but  i  prefer  to  work  by  myself.  no  loose  ends.  "

his  lips  would  softly  press  against  the  cup,  where  he  would  then  allow  the  tea  to  dance  on  his  lips  briefly  before  taking  another  breath  in.  "  i  know;  everyone's  seen  my  work  and  i'm  in  high  demand,  but  personally  it's  nothing  against  you..  "  he  preferred  this  life;  no  one  to  answer  to,  no  loose  ends.  the  fear  of  betrayal  always  loomed  over  his  head.  with  him  working  for  himself  on  his  own  terms;  he  felt  he  was  safe  from  being  betrayed  by  others.

[diemauergone]

@flmed : you're exactly the kind of soldier i'd want by my side in a war. (for lena.. transfer talk? transfer talk)

                            he  wasn't  the  first  manager  to  approach  her  with  such  a  generous  offer.  she  had  a  year  left  of  her  contract  ,  so  yeah  ,  it  was  about  that  time  more  of  them  came  around.  though  ,  aside  from  bayern  wanting  to  keep  her  –  he  had  made  such  an  offer  that  beat  most  everyone  outside  of  her  current.   eyebrow  raised  as  she  sat  across  from  him.  "  despite  my  most  recent  doing  that  landed  me   missing  two  games  ?  "   no  doubt  ,  lena  had  a  habit  of  being  overly  aggressive  on  the  pitch.  everyone  knew  it.  which  the  game  against  wolfsburg  had  been  rather  tense.  and  her  heated  argument  with  the  ref  showed  it.  even  after  some  of  her  teammates  made  an  attempt  to  calm  her  down.  she  still  managed  to  be  a  bit  mouthy.   small  grin  formed  though  as  she  kept  green  orbs  on  the  man.  "  i  appreciate  that.  i  do  though  –  "  she  trailed  off  leaning  forward.  "  i'm  not  sure  arsenal  would  be  a  fit  for  me.   i've  only  ever  played  in  this  league.  and  let's  be  real  here  –  both  leagues  are  different.  in  their  own  rights.   one  lacks  what  the  other  has.  vice  versa.  my  luck  ,   i  wouldn't  do  so  hot  there.  playing styles differences and what not . " 

[wellfell]

@flmed , jo trying to convince akina and her cat that they should keep the ferret . 🙄 they'll scratch him .

[cartelheir]

monster & ghost :')

OC ASKS: not so nice edition. status: accepting.

monster: Is your OC monstrous in any way? Is there something that makes them monstrous? Are they aware of their own monstrosity? Do they accept it or reject it?

answered here!

ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?

her past does, more specifically all the things she went through as a teenager: falling in love with a grown man and having a relationship with him, and all the abuse that followed it. in a lot of ways, she still hasn't fully processed it. it took pat years to acknowledge it as abuse and not just a love affair gone wrong, and even after this realization she still alternates between (rightfully) feeling angry and disgusted, and fooling herself into thinking she had any control over the situation.

she handles it quite poorly, often feeling like what happened still dictates her behavior and her decisions even now, over a decade later. fantasizing about revenge is one of the only things that brings her comfort, but even then it won't erase what happened and the likelihood that this will continue to haunt her for a long time is very high.

[foxtaeil]

a long - perfected smile is plastered to porcelain features as the former first lady stands with the turn of the doorknob signaling his arrival. the man singled out after a long few weeks of deliberation and a sea of qualified candidates. god knows her campaign could use the help ━━ it's funny just how little perks, security included, come with divorcing a sitting president. a lesson learned the hard way, when her office had been broken into just a week prior. the senator moves quickly, meeting him at the door with an outstretched hand. " mr. dreyman, welcome. it's a pleasure to have you. "

@flmed : 21.  EMPLOY :  for one muse to be hired as the other’s bodyguard, tutor, assistant, etc.

[tartt9]

Happy birthday Jamie!! Arsenal will win the league.

Jamie pauses, blinking. “What, are you some bloke in the England Twitter replies?” Tartt versus Saka. Arsenal versus Richmond versus City. It’s his fucking birthday and he’s fucking done with it. “We’ll see. Got a lot of football to play.”

@flmed | jamie’s 26th birthday !!

[t0mbraid]

waking  up  next  to  someone  was  an  unfamiliar  experience  for  lara,  but  it  was  not  unwelcome  …  she  stirred  from  a  hazy  dream,  her  eyes  are  heavy  when  she    blinks  twice  as    she  finds  comfort  in  the  silence  of  the  bedroom.  she  is  silent  not  wanting  to  disturb  @flmed.  her  body  is  still  entwined  with  his,  unaware  that  she  craved  this  desire  for  this  type  of  comfort  …  she  shifts  onto  her  back  after  a  few  moments,  sitting  in  the  silence,  glancing  up  at  the  ceiling.

she  finds  herself  looking  at  him  again,  believing  that  he  is  still  asleep,  a  soft  smile  growing  on  her  features  as  the  previous  night’s  memories  start  to  revive  in  her  brain.  instead  of  puzzles  and  ancient  mysteries,  she  found  herself  in  his  arms,  discovering  parts  of  herself  that  she  didn’t  know  possible  —-  but  that  doubt  lingers  in  her  mind  at  the  back  of  her  subconscious.    the  doubt  of  if  she  is  capable  of  letting  anyone  in  …    she  isn’t  aware  she  let  out  a  soft  noise  as  she  lingers  off  into  a  daydream,  another  coping  mechanism  to  escape  reality.  

“    do  you  want  me  to  go?    ”

she  turns  back  again  at  the  sound  of  his  voice,  surprised  that  he  was  awake  …  for  how  long?  she  isn’t  sure  but  knowing  that  he  was  awake,  it  makes  those  thoughts  easier  to  shut  off.  “  no.  ”  it’s  a  whisper,  “  i  don’t  want  you  to  go.  ”  she  admits.  not  yet.    “  i  thought  you  were  sleeping,  i  had  a  dream  and  i  woke  up  with  a  start,  that’s  all.  ”  she  says  as  she  turns  to  lay  on  her  side,  facing  him  as  she  reaches  out  to  run  her  fingertips  on  his  face.  “  i’m  enjoying  you  too  much.  ”

MORNING AFTER PROMPTS.

[accustiv]

@flmed sent: ‘ you should fear me, but you don’t. i will be eternally puzzled, yet grateful. ’

“ i’ve met worse than you. ” i said, flatly. i wasn’t without fear, sometimes it gripped me completely, made me completely useless, but i wasn’t afraid of everyone who could bring harm to me, that would mean i never set foot outdoors, never worked, never spoke to anybody i knew. no, i had to pick my battles, and i reserved fear for the people i knew wouldn’t stop at killing me, or destroying everything i had built. anything less than that was nothing at all.

“ no offence. ” i added as an afterthought, and shrugged at him, non-committal and unconvincing. “ it’s just that you’re, you know, not as intimidating as you think you are. ” it was, unfortunately, the truth. perhaps i should have been more concerned about what that meant for the people i spent the majority of my time around, maybe i should have taken his statement as more of a threat - you should fear me… one day that wouldn’t be something all my acquaintances had in common. but for now, i let out a slow sigh and allowed a small smirk to dust over my lips.

“ besides, where would the fun be if i was scared of you? ” a hollow chuckle, “ be grateful, i’m a lot more interesting like this. ”

[diemauergone]

@flmed : they told me the truth. you can stop lying now. (for alex.. maybe the injury,,)

                                and  here  he  thought  he  was  playing  it  off  as  if  it  would  go  unnoticed.  how  he  didn't  survive  but  two  days  at  national  team  training.  and  how  he  now  was  forced  on  the  sidelines  during  this  interational  break,  watching  as  his  team  took  the  pitch  without  him  as  their  goalkeeper.  sure  ,  he  was  confirmed  as  the  starting  goalkeeper  for  the  euro  but  –  it  still  bothered  him  to  not  be  out  there  right  now.  to  be  back  in  munich  and  resting.  this  also  meant  he  wouldn't  be  back  a  few  games  once  the  interactional  break  was  over  with.  six  weeks  of  hell.   a  small  laugh  came  from  him  before  alex  sighed.  "  coach  doesn't  want  me  to  take  any  chances  ."  and  he  understood  that.  it  didn't  mean  he  was  happy  over  it  .  " �� it's  just  something  in  my  leg.  i  still  have  moments  of  pain.  and  i  tend  to  play  through  it.  " 

[wellfell]

‘ my darling, Kathryn Morrison, ’ 💖

[soleiltm]

@flmed liked this post!

❛ Not t’ be rude or anythin’ but, can I fuckin’ help you? You’re kinda’ invadin’ my personal space bubble a bit, buddy. ❜

[cartelheir]

@flmed : peach. my muse groping your muse’s ass during grinding. :3

it feels like this has been going on all day; gazes meeting in fleeting moments, teasing touches here and there, subtle but oh-so effective. pat would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy this, if there weren't times she asked him to hurry up knowing it would make him go even slower, agonizingly slow, keeping her wanting and aching for as long as possible before taking her over the nearest surface available. it's almost a game for her, trying to find out which one will give in to frustration first. and right now, she's at her fucking limit.

she lets out a shaky breath as johann's hands slide down her back, right at the curve of her waist, pushing her into a deeper arch. she's on his lap, straddling one of his thighs as their lips meet over and over. their bodies are too close together for her to reach the waistband of his pants, and she wonders if that's deliberate; probably. the hands continue their path down until they push down over her ass, grabbing at her rough and possessive. she whimpers an ungodly sound when he moves her to grind over the high line of his thigh. his grip controls her pace effortlessly, moving her however he pleases, the friction inside her panties not perfect but it makes her head spin even faster. she's soaked with her own wetness, so much that she's sure johann can feel it through the layer of fabric that separates them.

" ah━ baby, " her cheeks burn with the pet name, reserved only for two occasions: when she's being sarcastic, and when she's too horny to think straight. she takes his bottom lip between her teeth gently, soothing the bite right after with another kiss. " please. aren't you gonna fuck me? "

[tartt9]

@flmed [ liked ]

"How're you feelin' about the season so far?" This is probably not a meeting he should be taking. But his club knows they've got him locked down, safe. Who cares what the public has to say, what rumours will spread? Richmond is top table, and Jamie hopes to hold on to that for the rest of the season, though it'll be a scrap.

[heartsbreaking-migrated]

@flmed sent "maybe we should forget this even happened."

that wasn't something she particularly enjoyed hearing from anyone, but especially not him. the insecurity threatened to creep in, but she refused to let it, if only on the basis that it was simply too early in the morning to let herself get her feelings hurt. she nodded, casting her gaze towards the window momentarily while she collected her shoes and jacket. "no right, cause this totally wouldn't have worked anyway." vivian sat back on the bed and pulled her shoes on. she had dressed up for him, a little, but it wasn't like she'd be doing the walk of shame out of his building on a monday morning in stilettos. a dress, jean jacket and a surprisingly sensible pair of white air forces made up her outfit, though she wasn't actually sure where she'd set her purse down. probably by the door, hopefully by the door. she finished retying her laces to look back over at where johann was getting dressed. "so, how do you wanna do this? i could leave and then you wait like 5 minutes or so before you do." she wanted coffee and maybe a croissant for the ride back to her apartment, and she knew she'd passed a coffee shop on the corner on her way inside the night before. he didn't want to acknowledge it, but that didn't mean she couldn't offer, right? "or i could stop by that place on the corner and get you coffee before you go..."

[harmsdealer]

[ 👨‍🏫 ] how much does your muse care about image? how would they react if something personal got leaked about them?

headcanon meme.

This got away from me a little but thank you for giving me room to wax poetic about niche worldbuilding elements I'm interested in, haha. (I am apparently very interested in late-stage capitalism and global employment laws. Aren't we all?)

The short answer is that Kei cares deeply about his image in all verses. He trades on it, after all. In his main verse he flees his planet purely to avoid some bad publicity (well, that and criminal charges, but it's honestly the public embarrassment that makes him snap). "Running away," then, is his general response to being exposed for something unflattering.

But this question is much more nuanced in his human verse, because he cannot simply move planets when news anchors are mean to him, and he has a much lower threshold for what indiscretions he would class as intolerably embarrassing.

First I should contextualise the corporate world Kei comes from. Japan has some of the world's longest working hours; the archetypal image is that employees stay in the office until the boss leaves, only to then hit a bar with colleagues and drink until the last train. This goes towards explaining the phenomenon of death by overworking (be it from suicide or at one's desk due to exhaustion). There are many reasons for this outside the simplistic notions of cultural collectivism or brand loyalty (a law capping overtime hours was only introduced in 2018, for one) but it does remain a social ideal to work for one company for life.

So Kei comes from an environment where it's not uncommon to exist as a human representative for your company's corporate values. But being a member of his company's founding family, being quite literally the closest thing to a living embodiment of the brand, has contributed uniquely to Kei's problems forging an identity of his own. The Kanamitsus take their image to extremes. He has never been afforded the room to find out who he is, because he is the company. He works these long hours; he cannot have a single thought or interest that isn't authorised by his parents. Everything he does is in service of the holy yen. (And, like, the satisfaction of doing a good job, I guess.)

Kei is put on sabbatical by the company because he's photographed doing coke in the company of American friends, which would basically be a nothing-story in New York but does not go down well with the public back home (I figure it's a known thing that Japan has some of the strictest drug laws of a democratic nation, and I shamelessly stole this aspect of Kei's story from some real-life public outcries: 1, 2).

This is absolutely devastating to Kei. He has made not just himself and his family look bad, but the entire company. This scandal is deemed much more deserving of airtime than, you know, Kanacorp overworking its staff or relying on shady temporary contracts. Kei hates bad publicity more than anything because it is not simply a slight embarrassment for him. It is a deep, personal failing he cannot ever rectify, because no matter what he does, those reports will still be out there and accessible.

Hence why he much prefers to have no image at all. He will be squeaky clean; he will be all things to all men. The hungry void in him that should be a sense of identity is the price he pays for the love of his parents—erm, respect of his company.