#his lashes 🔆

[grogumaximus]

[reivrze]

hey there! I’ve been a follower for a bit and I wanted to finally request something…first time ever requesting so please tell me if I do anything wrong ;-;.

Hru? Finals are coming up and I am stressed out as hell, should be studying but uh-yk-who does that….💀😭😭😭😭😭

anyway I was in the middle of my anxiety thought train when I thought of like….how sunghoon was talking abt how he was 100% not an ace student and how he was embarrassed with the Enhypen members teased him about his exam score. could you do a reaction abt Niki and sunghoon (separately) reassuring a top student s/o who is stressed asf abt exams? I feel like we can all relate to that as the finals season slowly draws out. Ofc you don’t have to do it if ur busy, life comes first! 🫶☺️. I’m sorry if this is a bit uh…specific, but I would really love it if you did it!

and if you have exams to, I wish you good luck! May all 100s be blessed upon you 💖🥰🫶☺️🙌🔆!

a/n : thank you for your good luck wish and i wish you as much luck too with any upcoming exam ! first time writing for a specific set of members, but honestly, it was a lot easier ! anyways, hope you enjoy reading this ♡ ♡ ♡

pairing : bf!sunghoon x gn!reader | bf!niki x gn!reader genre : fluff warnings : anxiety

p. sunghoon . ⁺

sunghoon was on his way to your house for a date night you guys had planned. you were supposed to have a chill night together in bed, watching the show you guys had started a few weeks ago. your exams were approaching quickly and you had been studying all day, trying to squeeze in as much information as possible in your head. your eyes were betraying you as you felt them starting to close, so exhausted from the books covering your desk completely. the date long forgotten, your heart started beating quickly, your hands sweaty as fear and anxiety consumed your mind. reading through the page getting harder as your eyes got blurry with tears threatening to fall. so distracted by your current state, you had missed the knock of your door and the sound of it opening.

"y/n..? Are you okay"

at the lack of response, sunghoon started getting worried, making his way to your side. seeing the tears falling and the books laying everywhere, he understood the situation quickly. not knowing exactly what to do, he decided to pull you away from your work, taking your hand and making you get up from your chair. with a lack of words, he took you between his arms, brushing your hair, letting you cry into his t-shirt.

slowly, you started breathing a little easier, your heart calming down from its anxiety high. with the comfort of his body against your own like a blanket, you felt safe. sunghoon knew that he wouldn't be much help with all the school stuff but he knew that he could provide a safe space for you to calm down.

n. riki . ⁺

you had told niki that you'd be at the library all day because exam season was coming up soon and you had wanted to be as prepared as you could be. niki had been sulking, bored out of his mind and missing you. he had come up with the genius idea to surprise you at the library and to take you out to go eat together for lunch.

on your side, you had been feeling on edge all day, your lesson refusing to stay in your brain. you found yourself getting irritated at every sound the people around you made. you had to take a deep breath every time a book fell or a group of students would walk past, talking a little too loud for your liking.

niki had just entered the library and had gone out on a search for you. when he finally found you, he stalked behind you, preparing to surprise you to the fullest and scare you a little. what he hadn't expected was for you to lash out at him and frantically try to tell him that you had a long day and that you had no time nor the patience to deal with his childish pranks. niki had gone silent, feeling bad and a little rejected, his intentions were pure and he was just missing you.

after your little rant, you sighed, realizing that you had gone a little overboard, you felt disappointed in yourself after seeing niki's smile fall and him looking at the floor. he whispered a little apology, telling you that he didn't mean to annoy you and that he'd be on his way. you had reached out, grabbing onto his arm, apologizing and explaining that you had just been having a hard time with your studies. niki knew that school was a tough period for you recently and that it was probably stressing you out.

"wait," you cleaned up your stuff quickly, putting your back over your shoulder, telling niki that you needed a break, hoping that he'd forgive you for getting angry at him. niki could never stay mad at you for long, he offered to take your bag and you guys walked to the nearest little café, hand in hand.

© miyu 2023 - do not copy, translate, repost or plagiarise my work anywhere !

[merpiko]

tva tumblr dashboard simulator (limbo of after s1 but before the big events of s2)

✳️ childoflizardwizards Follow

Can L1130 stop throwing infinity stones at me while I review his mission report

✳️ childoflizardwizards Follow

I told him I was gonna snitch to Mobius and he stopped

#X-5 was right #he literally deflated the moment I told him how much power does Mobius hold over this guy

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🔆 hunter-a-9 Follow

just learned theres a department called repairs & advancements and its run by just one guy?? so thats how my tempad gets fixed

🐍 ouroboros-rna Follow

hello! (-‿◦☀)

🐌 deskslug Follow

wait. ouroboros? did you write the tva official handbook

🐍 ouroboros-rna Follow

yes :D

🐌 deskslug Follow

OH MY GOD I'M A HUGE FAN CAN YOU SIGN MINE

🐍 ouroboros-rna Follow

sure! just come down to r&a ^_^

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do you ever think about your l̵̝̦̝̻̹̹̿̌̔̓͒̎̃̇͠ͅi̷̙̿̋̃̕f̸̬̘̙̀ͅe̷̦͍͎̮̎̔͑̐̀̿̾̓̎̋ ̵̢̭̺̹̈ó̵̘̫̣̹͖̜̞̫͍͘ǹ̴̠̩̼̩͔̈́̇̀͒̈́̓̽͝ ̶̛͇̒̅͋͛̉̓̄t̶̡̼͎̟̀͌̿͒̕h̴̛͓̣͍̓̊̈́̈́͑e̶̟̩͑̈ ̸̫̱̥̉̅̓̓̚t̷̗̲̲̞̺̞̣͍̮̐̾͊̀̎̚̚i̷̻͑̉̐̊̆̾̽̽̃̚ḿ̷͉̻̩̝̗̉ḛ̴̡̘̣̖͖̮́l̴̡̞͓̪̹̦͚̟̑̂̉̅̏̍͐í̵̘̪́̽̿̿̈́ͅn̴̯̬̫̭̮͉̝͐̒̂̒̽͆͜͝ȩ̶̤͈̪͓̠̝̮̳̔͘

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DEACTIVATED?? THIS WAS POSTED 5 SECONDS AGO

#fishy #i thought it wasn't possible for weird fonts besides the tva standard ones #it is now! #MISS MINUTES???

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📜 judge-gamble Follow

did i just see renslayer open the sims 4 on her tempad

#so much for the rule of not jailbreaking them

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📌 acoolusername Follow

blonde woman stepped through a time door and is currently making me type this as she holds a dagger to my throat, so does anyone know where mobius and the variant are

🐊 alligatorwithacrown-inmourning Follow

probably making out

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They're in the auto-mat.

📌 acoolusername Follow

thanks you guys suck -syl

📞 notastandout Follow

@alligatorwithacrown-inmourning i was across from op and her, she looked hella pissed when she saw your rb

🐊 alligatorwithacrown-inmourning Follow

they would make a good couple tho

✏️ grammarwarriorattheoffice Follow

Our job is to manage the timeline, not speculate on relationships.

🐊 alligatorwithacrown-inmourning Follow

do you think her and the variant were exes

📞 notastandout Follow

do you ever shut up

#annoying cubicle neighbors

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🐊 alligatorwithacrown-inmourning Follow

📞 notastandout Follow

GO BACK TO WORK

🐊 alligatorwithacrown-inmourning Follow

im pretty sure that the blonde woman was the variant's ex

🚨 casey-prisoner Follow

I'm going to gut you like a fish!

🐊 alligatorwithacrown-inmourning Follow

WHAT WAS THAT FOR

🚨 casey-prisoner Follow

The variant taught me that one! And go back to work, Emilia is going to start lashing out on me if you keep posting :)

📞 notastandout Follow

damn right casey

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🧶 weavingitallup Follow

can someone prune the variant (aka loki (of many), aka L1130, aka mobius's pet) hes going to destroy the tva if he keeps teaching casey these things

#i miss when fish didnt exist yet

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? XXXXX Follow

Hi y'all, this post has received a warning and will be deleted soon! Please carry on.

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do you think anyone has ever gotten freaky with this

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op what the hell is wrong with you

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i sit at a desk for eons

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miss minutes please do your job and delete this post

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Why is there a poll discussing my relationship with the variant?

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@alligatorwithacrown-inmourning

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FUCK

🔎 mobius-m-mobius Follow

keep up the great work people

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He took my TemPad, sorry.

🗡️ sylvie Follow

loki we need to talk the next time you come over

📞 notastandout Follow

wait weren't you the girl that almost killed my coworker

🔎 mobius-m-mobius Follow

i can come over now is it an emergency

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not for me but for you

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im not coming over

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SHE ALMOST KILLED ME

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;)

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[doing-something-unholy]

♱ About ♱

18+ only, minors dni

Twitter: D_S_Unholy

Bluesky: Sinhound.bsky.social

Text post tag: #Father Speaks

Ooc tag: #Father Rambles

Pictures of me: #in persona Christi

Audios: #literally ;) or on soundgasm at /u/sinhound

Aesthetic tag: #aes

Art tag: #art

Tip jar: $FatherAdrianUnholy

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Taken anon signatures: dream anon,🐱,🖤,🍃,🐇,🛐,♡,🪐,🌺,🌌,🐲,🔪,☦️,👁,🥺,☿,🦇,👑🖤,🪽,🍒,🥮, bitch anon, 🔆,✨️,✝️🐾,🍂,🗞🔍, raven anon

Likes, favorites bolded: Hierophilia, c*tholic priests, collars, bondage, cnc, humiliation, praise, terato, blood, mild knife play, breeding, abo, petplay, age difference, size difference, edging, overstim, dirty talk, objectification, fucked up dynamics (in fiction! think Hannibal), power imbalance, manipulation, corruption, orgasm control, cum

… to be continued ;)

Limits: detrans/misgendering, misogyny kinks, piss/unsanitary kinks, raceplay, weight-based degredation/feederism

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Rp preference: I get super nervous in the dominant role with anonymous people, I strongly prefer playing the submissive.

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This is a roleplay blog sorta, but I do answer asks ooc on occasion! I try to match the vibe of who's asking :') me and the oc i play are extremely similar anyways <3

Father Adrian Lupine is in his mid 20’s, average height, and fat. He has curly, wavy red hair that reaches the top of his collar, and soft features: brown doe-eyes with long lashes, a round jawline, a button nose, and full lips with a defined cupid’s bow. He has square glasses. He’s a little (a lot) insecure about his looks, his weight and ‘soft-ness’ in particular. If he were completely honest with himself, he really doesn’t mind being ‘pretty’ instead of ‘handsome’ (though he wouldn’t describe himself as either,) but he was teased mercilessly for it when he was younger, by his peers and his parents.

Adrian is bisexual, with a slight preference for men or masc people, and has known since he was 14. He also grew up Catholic, and knew to keep his mouth shut about it. He is completely in denial about being anything other than a cis man, but is still very respectful of other people's identities.

Adrian is mostly submissive and a bottom, but can be persuaded to dom/top, and is secretly very kinky for a priest. He might not have much or any practical experience, but he does have an internet connection and fantasizes a lot. 

Adrian is outwardly very friendly and polite, soft-spoken and kind. Inwardly, he’s anxious and lonely, feeling stifled by the collar while being terrified to lose the stability priesthood offers. He is very aware of the reputation of the Church, and notices who shies away from him when he’s wearing the collar. He knows there’s nothing he himself can do about that, but he goes out of his way to be as polite as possible in public, finding small ways to make sure people know he’s not ‘like that’, that he won’t berate others for not being a part of his religion. It’s really only on very rare occasion, usually alone, late at night, and post bottle of wine, that he allows himself to wonder why he became a priest knowing full well what the church is like. 

Recently graduated from seminary and moved to St. Sebastian Roman Catholic Church about a year and a half ago, but much of that first year was spent not holding mass. Instead it was spent renovating the church, which had sat empty for almost a decade. The building itself was quite grand back in the day, but the town it’s in has seen slight decline in recent decades, and after the last priest died it wasn’t a priority to keep it updated. Adrian secretly suspects the diocese put him here specifically to get him out of the way after being a little too open with ‘constructive criticism’ of the Church while in seminary. St. Sebastian is a very quiet parish, not a lot of catholics left in town these days, and Adrian is doing his best to make his church useful in ways that aren’t strictly religious: community food gardens, charity drives, movie nights, anything he can to build his reputation with the community. It’s a shame he has secrets that leave him afraid to let anyone get too close, lest he get reported to the diocese. 

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AU's: Adrian is a human cis man by default, but if you want to rp with him in any au’s just let me know! The main two options are transmasc and/or werewolf, but im down for just about anything. put this man in situations ;)

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The person behind the blog is 25, transmasc, bisexual, and I am definitely not catholic. You can call me Wolf, just put ooc in an ask if you want to ask me something. I will probably get something about being a priest wrong but this is a smut blog so is it really that deep?

This is a sideblog! I won’t be able to follow you back, or send asks.💔

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

🔆anon

Dusk and Toryn are complete opposites. Not only in favorite things, like I did before.

Toryn struggles to say no. Dusk struggles to say yes.

Toryn dissociates when he’s overwhelmed and tries to play down things. Dusk gets overly in the moment and his emotions ramp up to quickly until he looses control.

Toryn keeps all of his emotions inward, even if he knows he should talk to people. Dusk lashes out to others or himself, even if he knows it’s not healthy or it’s not what he wants to do himself.

Toryn gets more sad. Dusk gets more mad.

Toryn is a really bad liar, and just prefers not to, instead not mentioning anything or playing it down. Dusk outright lies and is unused to people wanting to be honest with him. (Those honest with Dusk could set him off, so if they couldn’t avoid him, they would lie to try and not have that happen.)

Toryn is seen as a pushover. Dusk is seen as one to easily attack.

Toryn swims. Dusk floats. (This one was just funny)

And so on and so on.

Domino and Kit are also somewhat opposing, but Dusk and Toryn more so.

(I’m glad they have you in their control as well then because if it was just me, I don’t give happy endings that often.)

The angry smol and the timid tol.

[exchangersilverr]

its a lovely day, isnt it? any day can be. even if there is a young man who gnashes his teeth at anyone and threatens violence at the littlest inconvenience i still find solace here.

... i am sorry for my absence. its been difficult lately for me. i know the others have kept in contact. 🔆

I miss doing that. Lashing out I mean. I hate bottling up my anger. I hate bottling up my sadness. I hurt last night. I hurt so bad.

Don't be sorry, I know it isn't your fault. You need to rest too, dear angel 💛

[ithoughtbeethovendied]

daisies 🔆

Flowers. They’ve always amazed me. Such unique beauty lying in each of them, every another much beautiful as the last. they seem peaceful to me. I sometimes wonder what if humans were that way, not unique or beautiful, but peaceful. take the ones in front of me, purple at best, blooming like all they ever had to was show themselves to make gods vulnerable. spring bloomers that’s what they’re called - tulips, all of them. I bet if you look at them long enough they seem like dancing fairies, waving to the wind. maybe they are, but we just don’t- “Hey”

I look up, and he’s staring at me, the boy with big green eyes, eyes with a bit of coffee in them, just enough to make them milky. or maybe it's the hair that has me eyeing through my lashes, it's brown, this golden brown that I can’t tell whether it's the colour of his hair that’s that way or the sun hitting him just right. I’ve seen him around, just never thought of going near him. or saying “hi”. I realise that now it's me who’s staring when he states an obvious “I’ve seen you a lot here”. Well of course he has, I'm always here, looking at the flowers. It's a big garden full of them, I think I have the right to look at least. “yeah,” that’s what I answer, yeah, that’s all. A simple word that has become so complex for me that I sometimes forget maybe it's still the same simple word for others. He waits, waits for me to say something more. But I don’t. I look back at the tulips, again crouching as I once was, not only smelling but feeling them. he’s still there, I can feel him too, feel him looking at me, at the flowers in front of me, at the way I look at the flowers in front of me. “what’s your favourite flower?” a specific question, with the simplest chain of words. Yet, I think, about all the flowers that I’ve ever seen, all the beauty of them, the different fragrances. I could say, that I like all of them equally, but that won’t be so true. In the back of my mind, there is that ONE, the one I would like to call my favourite. “daisies” I answer without glancing at him. he seems to consider my brief response, nodding his head, he seems to come to terms with it. then he crouches down in front of me, and looks at me, studying me like I'm his 5th-grade science project that his mom made for him and he’s trying to understand it and become familiar with it before he presents it to the class, claiming it as his own. “I’ve never seen you this close. May have noticed those freckles” my face warms up, and I can feel my cheeks Redding. I say nothing. I stand up and he follows like a shadow. And for the first time, I notice how much taller he is than me. “it was nice meeting you,” I say not expecting an acknowledgement back. “it was nice meeting you too,” he says back instead with a small smile. I turn and yet I still feel it, the smile. I walk back home deciding that was enough socialising for a day.  ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ “I got you a daisy” look it wasn’t exactly my plan on meeting the green-eyed human again, but he Did bring a daisy for me. it's that white kind with those yellow spores in between. my favourite. “Thanks” I hold the petal, feeling the texture. “Thank you” he just smiles at me, smiles at me like I'm the only flower for him in this big field of weeds, the only flower that caught his attention. I like that. maybe I can be someone's favourite flower one day.

[eternasci]

ミ☆ ⦙  MAKOTO...? ﹙ accursedfortune ﹚

          After pretending to study for quite some time, Tsurya excuses himself for lunch, escaping his father’s spy through pure insistence. It seemed to be effective, as he doesn’t smell the elder man trailing him. He blends in with working class crowds downtown, wishing to venture far from headquarters in his quest for an adequate meal. Awareness ebbs and flows as he strolls, frankly ignoring an alarmed instinct. It’s not until the silken whisper jars him from his vacant state that he admits a threatening halo. 

          A creature stands before him, emanating annoying brilliance, but what’s even more irksome is the tone of familiarity. Tsurya searches through decades of memories, from Makoto’s birth until now, but he fails to find a single hint. There only lies a distant knowing surrounded by uncertainty. And worse yet——they’re not human. 

        Shoulders squared, Tsurya steps closer. This could be a simple mistake; there’s no reason for animosity. Lips reach a formal smile, but his eyes fill with a vicious warning, demonic aura rising beyond his skin. 

Retreat. 

         “You’re mistaken.” This is not a suggestion. “I don’t know who you are.” 

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ 🔆┊      AN IMPECCABLE MEMORY, be it blessing or curse, defied the insinuation of mistaken identity. Downtrodden eyebrows steadily ascend, evening out along his forehead as his lips follow suit, making a narrow line of dubiety. Though a lustrous, inviting air continues to waft from his person, Lucien's mien remains a dullened, strait-laced neutral.

Increased proximity begets but a blink, lengthy lashes fanning at flushed cheeks. Never could such a placid visage mirror his internal woes: his stomach felt the flurry of butterflies thrashing about, all six legs to blame for his impending illness. Of all the humans beneath a cautious eye, he'd never think Makoto the type to summon forth a demon—let alone lose himself to it.

Guilt pries open a new wound, bleeding his heart dry. What exactly happened here? How had he failed such a sweet man? And, more importantly, could Makoto be returned to his rightful body? Who could say. Perhaps this was truly his nature after all—perhaps he didn't know Makoto the way he thought he did. All fair inquiries, but they did not deal with the issue at hand: the demon before him.

In truth, he'd little animosity for their kind, lest they'd enmity with the innocent humans Lucien strove to protect. Though this "stranger's" overbearing ambience traversed threatening lengths, Lucien had no intention to stir up a quarrel. Answers came first and foremost—and that meant probing for what this demon knew.

❝ Is that so? ❞   With a newfound smile, honey drizzles from tongue, overly sweet and amicable. It is natural for him, all things considered, and easier than being outwardly hostile to someone who was not yet aggressive themselves.   ❝ Forgive me. You might be right—you carry yourself... uniquely in comparison. ❞  

A pause. Those eyes drill into Tsurya's own.   ❝ If not Makoto, ❞   he muses, his own aura rising in turn. A signal: a refusal. Should he leave the scene now, his ever-permanent memory would chatise him. He would never rest.   ❝ Then who do I have the pleasure of speaking to? ❞  

[eternasci]

ミ☆ ⦙  SUKI. ﹙ kamipyre ﹚

Eye contact. How surprising that the other keeps a level gaze with her. In Osaka, if she were to initiate such an action, the other would turn away almost immediately. Between friends, families, and lovers, eye contact is intimacy. Between strangers, it is aggression. Back when she first moved from the States, this was a habit she needed to break. Here though, it’s a sign of respect. Although Suki supposes even prolonged eye contact is uncomfortable. Warmth in life, huh? Many people may claim to bring such light to others, but few are actually able to genuinely do so. “I suppose that can be true,” she says, raising a brow. Even people who claim to have no opinions most definitely have one in one topic or another. Otherwise, would they even be alive? “But I don’t think it is a bad to seek another’s perspective. Sometimes your own bias can skew your perception of reality.”

Like her own, for example. Her relatives and co-workers (whom she trusted- there were not many) all stated her burns didn’t look nearly as bad as she made it out to be. Suki still thinks they’re saying it merely to make her feel better though. She bets he’s never had that said in his direction- the pity, the qualifications. “I’ve heard that statement before. I don’t think I like wearing black as much, but cream is a pretty shade.”

He seems nervous. Why is he babbling? It’s probably not very professional on his part. Well, if he’s actually a clerk here. Suki tilts her head again. “You don’t actually work here, do you?” She might not have any experience with questioning witnesses or suspects but she’s seen enough to notice the telltale signs. Especially on this person. Although when she thinks about, she was one who shoehorned him into that façade in the first place.

She eyes his dress though, admiring again the floofy fabric and how it molds over his body. A dress like that…on her. Somehow, she can picture, even if she only wears it in her apartment. “That would…be nice actually. Which model’s style is the dress emulated after if you don’t mind me asking? Oh! And where did you buy it?” She has about three more questions to ask but swallows them back instead. She offers him a hand. The American style of greetings. “S-Suki, by the way. Suki Nakamura.”

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ 🔆┊      SUKI WOULD FIND NO RESISTANCE, for Lucien agreed wholeheartedly, a confident, single nod backing her words.   ❝ Oh, absolutely! As long as your decisions, your thoughts, and your perceptions do not hang helplessly upon the tailcoat of another's perspective, I think hearing people out is swell. You should always retain an aspect of your own mindset, too. We can't live isolated from another's opinions, but we also shouldn't base our reality and sense of self solely on another person's vision. ❞  

A clarification of her tastes is enough for him to pivot on his heels, shuffling through a rainbow of dresses to pull cream from the crop.  ❝ Nothing wrong with your preference! Well, if yellow brings about too much attention, and black does not suit, then allow me to look for a gentle vanilla or cream... ❞   The words pour from his lips, nigh tripping upon themselves amidst his nerves. His head turns, checking right and left as if jaywalking, before ducking down with a pitiable little smile wavering at the edges come accusatory truth.

The jig is up. He turns back now, rising shoulders framing a lowering chin as his eyebrows cascade down into a sheepish curve.   ❝ ...Nooo... ❞   he murmurs, peering briefly beneath his lashes before his eyes close completely.   ❝ My... my apologies, I figured I could be of assistance and let you be on your way, but... I suppose I stuck my foot in my mouth in the end. I did genuinely like servicing you, if that's of any consolation... I've not worked in a storefront like this before, but it... was easy to fit the role from customer experience, for a little bit... ❞  

Warmth returns to him as he does not encounter any hostility for his act, body recalibrating back to a pleasant neutrality... for the most part. That anxiousness... it still remains to a degree, as he steadily grows aware of those around them with lingering eyes.   ❝ Um... if I am to get you a dress similar to this, it may take some time, if you do not mind the wait. ❞   Gold irises flicker, pocketing themselves in the far left and far right of his eyes.   ❝ It's... the "Celestial" line from Lucien DeRosa. ❞  

A bashful beam paints a rosy, red blush upon his cheeks as the hand is gladly taken in turn, his gaze persistent upon her once more. Though his voice falls to a faint whisper, the words are still audible with their proximity.   ❝ Which... is my name, actually. Nice to meet you! ❞  

[eternasci]

ミ☆ ⦙  DEITRICH. ﹙ ludevos ﹚

⎯⎯⎯⎯» Deitrich waits while the incarnation before him struggles to contain himself. He waits despite the heat and danger, because he could fix this form easily enough. Besides, Eternasci would heal him if he were seriously wounded. Eternasci is kind of going to owe him for this. Not that he’s doing it for the favor. He’s always been kind underneath everything.

“It’s okay. This is hard, I know.” After all, Deitrich is a god, not an incarnation of one, and even he struggles to contain himself at times. He squeezes Lucien’s hand a little. “It’s not good to bottle it up like this. We should find you a less dangerous outlet for your frustration. I know a place you can experiment in, if you’d be willing to follow me.”

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ 🔆┊      ALBEIT HESITANT, Lucien agrees with a simple nod. Though his stomach was surely to revolt, considering he had been going for lunch initially, his priority always pertained to perfection. He had to overcome this stupid little trial put forth for him—it was not going to simply disappear like he had hoped in his youth.

No matter the difficulty proposed, he believed himself better. After all, that was simply how things were to be—he was used to being able to do everything on the first go. What was he supposed to do when he couldn't?   ❝ I know, ❞   he mumbles, dejected. Peering up through his lashes, he lets out a little sigh.   ❝ I'm... trying not to. Bottling led to all of this. But it's... hard, for things to not just pour out at this point. Nevertheless... all right. Lead the way. ❞  

[eternasci]

ミ☆ ⦙  KING. ﹙ lionfanged ﹚

leon had spoken amply of his self-proclaimed adoptive sibling. when lucien had arrived in hoenn’s market looking for collaborative work to further promote his prosthetics for the sake of pokemon and human improvement, leon hadn’t missed a single beat in reaching out to his sponsor to sing his high praises.

better to snap him up before devon does, he had teased over the phone, a proud lilt to his voice. the stuff he does is groundbreaking.

groundbreaking. while leon was apt to compliment just about anyone he had known for more than five minutes, such high praises were truly only reserved for those most worthy, and the man who had earned them sat before him now. some part of him was mildly surprised to be seeing someone so glamorous (funny, he had thought to himself, when i am just as meticulous about my appearance) after so many years of plain salarymen.

allowing a cursory glance over a stream of new emails that had sprung to life on his laptop’s screen as lucien read, the first subject line to catch his eye did not make it past the first word in his mind when he was spoken to, and promptly redirected his attention.

anticipation guided him to assume he would be asked about payment, timelines, potential team members, not–

‘ the clauses…? ‘

for a beat, he had forgotten. as natural as breathing when it came to the insertion of particular little rules, it had mostly been his secretary, sylvie, who had arranged and slotted in the fresh addition of regulations to weed out the oddities. his mind fixated first upon the far more normal rules, wondering what was so strange about such commonplace practices, only to be reminded by lucien’s tentative verbalizing of precisely what was on paper.

‘ ah, yes. ‘

funny, most of those who were granted the privilege of directly meeting with him were often too skittish to willingly point out the strangeness of the paperwork they were presented with. a willingness to be direct–certainly far from a bad trait.

‘ unfortunately, i do tend to attract the… irrational sort. ‘ atticus made a vague hand gesture. ‘ while i seek the utmost of professionalism in myself, others tend to misconstrue my personality as a result of my personal life, and smear campaigns on social media. ‘

atticus offered a wry smile, remembering distinctly what lucien spoke of as he surveyed the paperwork once again to recall precisely what he had read.

‘ you don’t need to fret, my security is quite thorough here. we’ve certainly made many improvements in the last few years of… interesting individuals coming through my offices. that’s why, as i’m sure you were told, not many are allowed to directly interview with me anymore, and must go through my secretary, miss lovelace. ‘

reclining back in his own seat, atticus laughed softly as a hand came to stroke against the line of his jaw.

‘ many people find themselves with a preconceived notion of me, and oftentimes it manifests as rather hostile behavior. or, sometimes they approach with quite the opposite, and do not take rejection quite kindly… ‘

a thoughtful beat, and atticus cleared his throat, promptly dispelling any surfacing, unpleasant memories.

‘ i will reassure you, however, that there have been no instances of any employees under my name that have ever once been harassed or otherwise disrupted in their personal or professional life, if you are worried. ‘

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ 🔆┊      FOR A TIME, hesitance held his tongue. A laugh lies in wait, bound by the pinch prior. Come clarity of the clauses, Lucien's brows furrow, long lashes lightly blinding his newly narrowed vision. Truly did he think the text a trap of sorts — those who failed to read oft would later find fangs clamping down hard upon them, leaving themselves ensnared by binding contract. While frequently such carelessness was born of both hastiness and laziness, Lucien found himself grossly enthralled by the ridiculousness of the claims, content to read in full.

But finding it was nothing of the sort... was almost more concerning.   ❝ I like to think I've seen my fair share of lunacy, ❞   he uttered, thunderstruck as pen now resided atop the desk in favor of his hand massaging his temples.   ❝ And in truth, I have. But some of this is nigh... ❞   Glide does that hand along his mien, falling from forehead to chin, residing splayed along the lower half. "A bit much" truly failed to encapsulate the genuine distress welling within — though his soon-to-be collaborator has long lived despite the danger, so he needn't worry... much.

Wordlessly, he shakes his head.   ❝ Irrational is indeed a descriptor, perhaps far kinder than I would bequeath. I suppose those without facets cannot comprehend they who harbor them. ❞   Betwixt spread about digits escapes an exhalation. With it, a brief "wow" manages to manifest beneath his breath. Pulling his body away   ( perhaps he was ensnared, for such a riveting read left him hovering over the documents amidst morbid curiosity ),   he blesses himself with a breather to mull over the monstrosities etched in paper.   ❝ I am relieved to hear of your security, then. I worry not of my own... here, anyway. Not yet. Hopefully not ever. ❞  

      Prying his gloved fingers from his lower face, he clears his throat before continuing to peruse the documents, idly speaking as he reads.   ❝ But I'll admit I know the feeling, though. I suppose one could judge me for my personal life in turn, prior to my relationship with my current partner. Though my intelligence has naught to do with my romantic endeavors, it is pitifully frequent how often people relate sexual encounters to intellect or misconstrued intentions—as if people can't simply just desire to feel good for a night! This holier-than-thou mannerism they oft take up typically is that of jealousy, I've found. ❞  

Lips loosen as he leans back into his chair, arms crossing along his chest.   ❝ Coincidentally, I find myself fretting over my friend over a similar plight. Leon, I mean—I don't know if he's mentioned, and I've no place to completely divulge his business if not—but I swear I've grown tired of these peculiar people in Galar bringing him to budding tears over their oh-so-deranged fixation upon him! I'd fight his battles if I could, but he's always so sympathetic of their quandaries—ones they absolutely put upon themselves—that I can't bring myself to stir up any trouble... All this over a relationship, too! ❞  

Roll does wrist of his right hand, left palm up as he glances upward with a groan.   ❝ Can you believe that these people feel as if they own the right to someone without even broaching the topic of exclusivity—no, not even exclusivity, they don't even talk to him about their affinity before going out and attacking his poor friend! May the gods protect them, wherever they may be. I've heard vague tale of even a fight breaking out! The audacity of these people! ❞