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thalwri · 6 hours ago

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sticky 'n wet - sylus

synopsis: your agitating ex tries to disrupt your peace again, but he doesn't realise sylus is around. and neither of you realise that your working together to finally get rid of your ex would bring you much closer.

warnings: heavy smut, dry humping, strip tease, riding, creampies, shower sex, couch sex, petnames (kitten, sweetie, sweetheart), squirting, messy and very wet

word count: 5,6k

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“where are you off to, kitten?”

you turned on your heel, seconds away from fuming. “i told you to stop calling me that.”

there had been incessant knocking torturing your door to your apartment. somehow you’ve been letting sylus stay in your place for weeks on end while he occasionally disappeared to the n109 zone for his usual business.

between your tether to him being more intense than usual, and the recent events you’d been going through, you couldn’t tell whether you were grateful for his presence or felt more at peace when he wasn’t around for a brief time.

it had been five minutes. you wouldn’t really think that the knocking was bad but realistically if someone knocked at your door without a break and did it very loudly even without a response, then that would be concerning.

sylus found it irritating in the least, but had the tolerance to ignore it until the relentless fool disappeared on their own. he watched you walk to the door and look into the peep hole. your breath hitched as you stumbled back, covering your mouth with both hands before quickly dropping them to your sides.

“what is it?”

“my ex.” your voice dropped to a monotone line, your body still on the door in front of you. sylus groaned, pinching his brows but he had to admit he wasn’t surprised.

your break up wasn’t revolutionary and chaotic so to speak, but it wasn’t peaceful either. he had been there for you through the process, he didn’t even have to calm you down so he had thought you’d breeze through it and give him more of your attention.

until you started crying.

apparently, the fool had gotten with another woman just weeks after your split and that broke you. so two months following that, sylus had spent his hours of quality time with you helping you recover and move on all while plotting all the crude and illegal things he could do to that insect to avenge you.

he had thought to impale the guy with a fork, or peel off his skin with a carrot peeler, and make a stew out of him so that if anyone investigated, they’d eat the evidence. hannibal style. if he ever told you that, you would most likely be disgusted.

sylus rose to his feet in solemn silence and gently moved you away from the door. “i’ll handle it, kitten.”

“sylus–“

“i’ll handle it.” the depth his voice had lowered to was an instant indication that you could no longer try to interfere. whatever he was about to do, you could only pray it wasn’t going to get him arrested.

you turned away, pinching the corners of your eyes as the door opened for sylus to be greeted by yelling.

“what took you so long to answer– who are you?”

“the owner of this apartment. who in this bereft city are you?” well, being the owner, so to speak, was a lie. technically you owned it– but sylus began to actually live and function there more than you had in the last few months.

just looking at the bastard in person began to irk him. sylus wholeheartedly believed you could do far better than you had but he knew better than to lose his chances of being especially close to you by questioning your judgement. he was not interested in fighting you for your attention for he knew that you truly were drawn to him.

how could you not be attracted to each other especially after all you’ve gone through together?

sylus looked your ex up and down in disgust and scoffed out a laugh. “what are you doing here? this is the last time i’ll ask.”

“where is my girlfriend?” your ex grumbled, attempting to look over sylus’ body by standing on the tips of his toes. you intuitively stepped back before you stopped. would you really let this happen over and over again? being tormented like this?

not again.

“she’s not–“ sylus began to ball his hands into fists as he spoke before you held him to calm him down.

“it’s okay,” you gave him a grateful smile, patting his chest for him to step back. “i told you to stop calling and coming to my apartment.”

“i just wanted to talk–“

“you lost your chance, so do me a favour and screw yourself to another planet before i feed you to the fucking wanderers. we’re over. for a reason. and here’s no turning back from that. so leave.”

“but–“

“out.”

“no, i–“

the sound of a gun– your gun– cocked, you felt a tall figure looming over you oozing murderous energy. sylus aimed the gun directly at your ex’s head.

“you heard my woman,” he snarled, trying his best to hide his prideful smirk. you felt your ears warm. look at you, standing on your own feet against vermin-like that ex of yours. “get out.”

“who do you think you are?” your ex scoffed, sorely attempting to push out his chest to seem confident.

“he is my boyfriend,” you stepped forward, pushing your ex back by pointing your finger at him with each statement you make until he’s out of the doorway. “he is my man, he is what matters to me now, and you are nothing to me. so get out and stay out of my life before i kill you with my bare hands.”

and with that, you slam the door shut, locking the door quickly. you leaned against the door, catching empty air while your heart rate slowed down from the nerves. you heard sylus chuckle and put your gun down.

“that was impressive, sweetie.” you groaned in your hands, intentionally avoiding his gaze. you called him your boyfriend. your man. and he called you his woman. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find that nice to say, but still!

“look at me,” his voice, both soothing and arousing compelled you to listen to him. you removed your hands from your eyes and looked sylus in the eye.

“i suppose you’re satisfied.” you sighed in exhaustion, you felt so drained from talking to that ex of yours. a snack would be doing wonders at this time.

“i’m proud of you,” he smiled– a rarity from sylus but fully appreciated nonetheless. “standing your ground, defending your privacy, referring to me as your man–“

“you’re terrible,” you choked out a laugh, slapping his abdomen.

“i’m divine, kitten, and you know it.”

you weren’t going to deny that. especially after being trapped in his homestead, after getting to know him, along with seeing a great many parts of him. he was an attractive man, that was undeniable.

his wit, intelligence, and sense of control during missions and operations within onychinus and how he spends time with you are all things you’d grown to admire about him. you adored him and felt rather enamoured by the things he does. the things he does to you.

within the last month, you’d seen him in ways that you should have deemed inappropriate. watching exit the shower, water dripping down the lines of his abdomen and disappearing within the towel wrapped around his waist. with his grey lashes holding small droplets above his deliciously terrifying crimson eyes of his.

how his chest always looked larger every time you saw him, or how you’d intentionally bend down with your ass in the air when he was within your proximity. something at the time you thought as harmless. but now you’re standing before him and you felt a new wave of need.

whether it was from what he said or the fact that he was ready to kill for you, you didn’t know. but now you were feeling restless.

“sylus,”

he breathed out your name in response, almost as though he was holding in some pent in energy. you could feel energy swirling in your heart as you watched his eye twitch. the same eye that held his part of the aether core. were you resonating without touching each other?

“thank you,” you began, struggling to find your words. “for earlier.”

“anything for you, sweetie.” he stepped closer to you, making you tilt your neck slightly to meet his gaze. “including covering for your pretty ass whenever your missions went sideways because of that creature of an ex.”

you stifled a laugh through the noise of your aether tethered heart rapidly beating. watching his lips curve, purse, and move as he spoke, watching his eyes kind of lighten just from speaking with you… you just couldn’t take your eyes off him.

“you just can’t seem to take your eyes off me or stop thinking about me, can you kitten?” he smirked, placing his hand beneath your chin. “it would only be fair for me to admit i have had the same sentiment, but for much longer than i’d like to admit.”

“then do something about it,” you brashly whispered, feeling your patience wear thin. this was the closest chance you had at doing something with him without fear. “you’ve got your chance, so use it.”

“oh?” that irritating yet attractive chuckle filled the room other than whatever was playing on the tv. you could just feel your clit tingle from it. “is kitten baring her claws again?”

you gripped the collar of his dress shirt, harshly pulling him close to you– his lips less than a breath away from yours. “this kitten is baring her teeth, and telling sylus she wants him.”

that seemed to be the perfect buzzword. before you knew it, his lips had crashed into yours, his arms wrapped around your torso, and if you weren’t mistaken a short moan had escaped his lips. there was barely a moment for you to absorb the kiss, as you had already begun to peel each other’s clothing off from the jackets to the shirts and eventually the pants.

you pushed sylus onto the couch and straddled him, his hands held the back of your thighs pushing you up more towards him as your lips danced and tugged away in both passion and desire. he dropped you onto his lap, subtly introducing you to the growing bulge beneath you. it felt so big. you gasped as he began to grind against your clothed pussy, his hands reaching for your ass and tits to fondle and squeeze.

“i want you,” sylus whispered, momentarily stopping to lock his crimson eyes on yours in seriousness. “and i have you. do you want us to continue. we’ll stop if you aren’t ready.”

you smiled in gratitude for his concern for you. “i’m ready, sylus. i’m ready for you–” before you could finish your sentence, your lips are locked in a chaste kiss, your groins meeting each other through relentless grinds and your heavy sighs and soft whines competing with the television’s noise.

you wanted to truly show sylus how much you appreciated all that he has done for you in the past month so you slowly pulled yourself away, gently pushing him back when his lips followed and rose to your feet.

“stand up,” sylus rose without question, hiding his curiosity with a ‘hmph’. “take off your underwear.”

he raised an eyebrow, his ruby eyes glistened with excitement. “and what about you, kitten? don’t you think this is a little bit unfair?”

“i want to give you a show,” you tug at the hem of his black briefs, which had a wet spot marked around his erection. the more you looked at the shape of his cock, the more you realised just how big he was. you could feel both your mouth and pussy water at that sight alone.

“i think i’m the one entertaining you right now,” in a swift move, he pulled down his briefs and kicked them aside. his cock bounced free and stood so tall and proud, his tip was reddened and shining with leaky precum leaving a mess on his lower abdomen.

“don’t be shy,” he smirked, taking your hand in his and placing it on his cock. it was so warm and so hard, you couldn’t help yourself from stroking it. sylus closed his eyes, letting out a shaky sigh as you pumped his cock from the base to the tip stopping to circle your finger lightly over his slit.

“h-ha, kitten, that’s- oh,” you dragged your precum glistened finger down a large vein that travelled to the base then removed your hand. still in a slight daze from your touch, sylus didn’t hear what you said.

“i’m gonna give you a little show,” you boldly repeated, grabbing his face with a hand to give him a chaste kiss, swiping your tongue briefly across his lips before he could react. you stepped back to create some distance between the two of you to give him a bit of a sight to see.

sylus laughed and plopped himself back onto the couch, spreading his legs to give you constant access to his throbbing, twitching, leaky cock. his hand was wrapped around the shaft, slowly stroking it as translucent drops leaked from his tip. seeing him in his nude, blatant glory brought a flood of heat rush over your body and settle in your clit– which was rudely rubbing against the fabric of your underwear.

“don’t get cold feet now, sweetie,” sylus breathed, his chest beginning to heave and sweat. you’d barely gotten to do what you wanted.

“best you be patient.” you scoffed, unclasping your bra, slowly peeling the straps down each shoulder. you turned making your back face him and peeled off your bra and tossed it towards him.

sylus’ hands were long gone from his hard, throbbing cock to catch your bra. he set it on his thigh, resting on the couch arms spread wide intrigued to see what else you had in store for him. “continue, kitten. my patience is wearing thin.”

you slowly turned to face him again, saving your final reveal for much later. you swayed your way back to him and sat on his lap, carefully pressing his cock against his abdomen with your body. his breath hitched at the friction from your underwear rubbing against his sensitive flesh. his warm precum began to soak your panties, but not as much as your pussy was.

you held his cock against you and adjusted your positioning so that you could ride the length of him. going back and forth against him, the raw friction of fabric against sensitive skin sent sylus into a frenzy, gripping the sides of the couch as he watched you basically dry hump him when he should be deep inside you.

“kitten,” he gritted, holding back a guttural groan. you responded with a lascivious moan, almost vibrating from the stimulation from just dry riding his cock. sylus’ hands flew to your hips and lifted you up with just a fraction of his strength. his cock flew back and hit his abs with a soft plap!

“i’m growing impatient,” he lowly whispered, his eyes slowly darkening with desire and arousal. he was in no position to play along with you anymore. he was ready to fuck you good. “so i’m going to ask you again. are you ready for us to continue?”

you ferociously nodded, holding his face in your hands engulfing him in another kiss. you invited his tongue into your mouth to explore and savour you, occasionally greeting it with your own. as you felt yourself sinking into the kiss, you felt your pantie get moved aside before a long finger slid into you. you gasped momentarily before sylus caught your lips again, swallowing your eventual moan as his finger curled inside you.

“answer the question.”

“yes, sylus, i’m ready for you,” you panted. “i’m ready.”

and with that, sylus did not hold back further. his finger pumped into your wet pussy in slow rhythm before pushing a second in. your body trembled at the feeling, tensing as his fingers pumped deeper into you whilst curling to find that special area of yours.

“so wet,” he commented, pecking kisses along your neck. “soaking through your pretty underwear just for me. imagine how much harder i’m getting just from watching you.”

you didn’t even think it was possible for that to happen. a third finger slid in right as you were about to respond, pulling a deep moan out of you. being stretched out like this was not new, but with sylus it gave a more delicious sting.

“don’t squirm, sweetie,” he purred, curving all three digits in you again. “this is necessary if you want my cock to fit in well without hurting you.”

you couldn’t say much other than nod. getting so mindless over his fingers was worrying. what would his cock feel like?

sylus slowly removed his fingers, watching how your slick nectar connected to each one before slowly licking it off one of his fingers whilst locking his eyes on you. such an erotic tease. he rubbed his other– still slick– fingers on your lips, painting them in your wetness. you slowly opened your mouth and leaned your head forward to take his fingers in.

“fuck,” he whispered, feeling his cock twitch at the sight. he pushed his fingers in and out of your mouth, watching your tongue clean him up slipping and swirling around him. he just imagined what it would be like to fuck your pretty mouth until you were drooling with his cum.

“me,”

“what?”

“fuck me, sylus.” you gave him a look of determination and need. that was all he had to hear. a loud rriiiiiip snapped you out of your daze, and a light draft fanned at your ass.

“sylus!”

“hmm?” he smiled, pulling off your now shredded underwear from your body.

“that was my favourite set!” you pouted, even though you were heavily attracted to that move from him.

“you know i’ll get you new ones,” sylus scoffed, moving your hips to align your pussy with the tip of his cock. he knew you were on the pill. how? he accompanied you to get them and pestered you whenever you forgot. he adored you but he also cared immensely for your wellbeing.

“i love that you wore that set today,” he grinned looking up at you and pecked your nipples before gently suckling them for a few seconds. “love the red.” he paused, wanting to ask you once more for confirmation.

you nodded before he could ask. “i’m good and ready when you are– o-oh,”

his tip prodded at your entrance and was welcomed with slick warmth sucking him into you. he stopped half way in, slowly breathing to be accustomed to the feeling of your pussy clamping on his cockhead so tightly he almost came on the spot. you had let out a gasp at the feeling, clutching his shoulders with your nails.

“are you alright?” he asked. beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. you nodded. “let’s continue.”

slowly, you sank down onto him swallowing his cock, intentionally squeezing him to watch him squirm and moan from your tightness. you gently laughed, giving away your teasing which sylus quickly caught onto. he scoffed out a laugh and bucked his hips up to yours, ramming the rest of his cock into you with just a bit still outside.

you moaned from the instantaneous move, barely recovering from it when that evil grey haired man began to thrust into you, pulling his cock in and out gradually increasing his pace. your arms wrapped around his shoulders as you tried to follow his pace, riding him to meet his hips whenever he thrusted up into you.

“oh fuck, kitten your pussy is so tight,” he moaned, pushing deeper and harder into you. your eyes crossed feeling like he reached a spot you didn’t realise existed. “must have hit your g-spot, hm? oh, baby you feel so good around me”

you could barely respond, overwhelmed by the new wave of pleasure you were receiving. hearing his sexy noises while fucking his cock into you was bringing you faster to your climax than your vibrator ever had. and all so quickly too. but it seemed he was also drawing near to cumming too.

“just– ah, fuck– so tight!” he could barely swallow his whines as your hips meet faster and harder. “that tight pussy’s about to make me cum, kitten. g-gosh fuck me– you see what you do to me?”

rendered speechless, you could only nod. and it only took a few more thorough thrusts before you spasmed all over his cock, throwing your head back as you climaxed. just seconds after, a gush of hot, cum flowed into your pussy, making you so weak in the knees you couldn’t move. sylus fuck his cum into you, moaning your name.

despite that brief finish, you both knew you wanted more.

“again,” his voice rumbled in demand. you rasped your agreement, about to move when an idea came to your mind.

“sylus,”

“mm.”

“let’s go to the shower.”

he looked up at you with a raised brow. “you feel dirty already? kitten, we’ve barely started.”

“no, you crow,” you smacked his large chest in irritation. “i mean, let’s continue in the shower.”

sylus momentarily paused, blankly staring at you. you always wondered what went through his mind when he did that. in that instance, he rose to his feet carrying you while his cock was still lodged in your pussy. not only that, he was still alarmingly hard despite cumming already,

“you didn’t think i’d be done after such a small round, did you?” he grinned. “we’re just getting started.” you didn’t know whether to be afraid or dangerously aroused more than before.

you went through your bedroom to your bathroom, where sylus eventually set you to your feet. his cum began to slowly ooze out of you, travelling down your legs and painting them in the evidence of the mess that would have been made on your couch.

the bathroom began to steam slightly as the water ran. a large hand was held out for you– sylus offering it for you to join him. as you entered, your lips were immediately occupied with his, tied in a dance of need and insatiable greed that only the two of you could soothe for each other.

“you’re so perfect, sylus,” you sighed on his lips. “you’ve always been so great, such an amazing person in my life.” you kissed him again. “just want to show you how grateful i am for you.”

“you already have,” he pecked your cheeks. “just by being in my life.”

your kisses, gradually intensified as you touched each other, stimulating your needs before sylus gently moved you against the glass wall of the shower and picked you up hooking your legs over his shoulders and pressing your weight on the glass to keep you in place.

he gently lowered you back into him, instantly filling you up with his cock again. each time felt like it had gotten thicker. sylus regained proper footing on the wet tiles, slowly thrusting up into you before his pace quickened, going faster and harder until your pretty tits bounced from the sheer force of being fucked against the glass shower wall.

and that wasn’t near how fast he planned to plough your sweet pussy. he had so much more in store for you. so much he’d been waiting to do. control was no longer a word in his vocabulary.

“ooh, just– fuck– just– just like that sy– so good!” you hiccuped, gripping onto his hair with one hand and scratching his nape with the other.

through the fog, you could see your reflection, his back muscles flexing and shining in sweat along with the heat, his light grey hair flattened and drenched sticking to his flushed skin, his lips so tantalisingly close to your ear, huffing out praises and moans all while nibbling at your flesh.

“how are you still so tight, kitten?” he purred, pounding into you like his life depended on it. his hands tightly gripped your thighs indenting marks onto them, another sign of him marking his territory. “gonna fuck you so deep ‘n paint you with my cum.”

thrust after thrust his cock travelled deeper and deeper into you than it had earlier, pounding your weeping cunt so much that the squelches from a mixture your slick wetness and his cum became louder than the sound of your shower. sylus slowly pulled his cock back until his cockhead peeked out then slammed himself back up into you, finding that carnal spot of yours again. your eyes instantly crossed upon the impact, ripping a raw cry from deep within your throat.

“you sound like music,” he groaned, you could feel him smiling against your neck as he licked and suckled multiple rude, disrespectful bruises onto your skin. marking you as his and his alone for all of linkon and the n109 to see. “beautiful melody for just me to hear, sweetie.” he drew back and pulled out of you slowly and thrust clean into you once more before setting you down to the floor.

you wasted no time grabbing his shoulders and pulled him into a lustful, needy kiss, engulfing him in your adoration and enticement. he occasionally nipped your lower lip, groaning at the feeling of your hand creeping down his abdomen to stroke his neglected, twitching cock. it was drenched and leaking with precum again, as if there would never be an end to how much he could stuff you and cover you with it. the warm water pelted your skin, making you hotter and more breathless as the seconds went by.

“i’m going to give you everything you could ever want in this life,” he struggled to say whilst attempting to hold back the noises boiling deep in his chest. “my life, my heart, and my soul is yours, sweetheart.”

within an instant, you found your front pressed against the glass with your hands held behind your back. his lips grazed you ear, whispering his need for you as his warm cock circled your entrance, sliding up and down from the curve of your ass to his tip poking your aching clit.

“sylus,” you shivered, leaning back to rest on him before you lost balance– or even consciousness. you couldn’t tell how long you had been going on for anymore, and frankly you couldn’t care less. the tether between the two of you had wrapped so strongly that you couldn’t spend a second not being on each other.

“yes?” his hand gently tapped your chin so you could turn your face to him. he pecked the corner of your lip and rammed himself back into you without warning, forcing out a loud moan through your lips. those rough, and crude thrusts pounded through your tight, needy cunt, which was squeezing around his girth as much as possible. body pressed against the glass, the reflection of your fucked out face with sylus dazed and so drunk in your pussy made you clench harder.

“fuck, my– fuck,” his hips began to stutter and his cock throbbed in warning. the shower wall began to shake from the continuous impact of your bodies slamming together, clapping and squelching as if you just couldn’t be any closer. “if you squeeze again– oh, kitten, i’m going to fill you to the brim.”

he sunk his teeth deep into your flesh sending jolts of new pleasure down your spine, making you both moaning messes. his hands travelled around your body until his dominant hand settled on your abandoned clit to rub and swirl, and the other attacking your nipples– fondling and pinching them with greed to force out your most animalistic nature. your back arched helping you buck yourself into his hips, wanting to feel so much more of him, even though he had already abused your g-spot so much.

you sobbed and whined, singing praises to sylus for what he was doing to get you so horny for him. “keep fucking me like that, sy- fuck, please!” your arms wrapped around his neck, trying to hold onto him to stop yourself from collapsing. if it wasn’t his cock poking your cervix at this point, it was a sign that you were reaching your limit. “give me– can’t think– give it to me!”

neither of you could think that much, really. with you being so hypnotised and enamoured by his huge cock while he drowned and was drunk in your pussy, there wasn’t much to question. you both had a synonymous goal.

“gonna give it to you, kitten,” sylus seethed while licking your skin in ferocious lust, all he wanted and needed was to feel and taste you so he would do just that.

he felt so good inside your delectable pussy, loved how you tightened around him. he wanted to just cum on the spot, over and over and fuck you in every nook and cranny of your apartment then in each and every one of the properties he owned. he didn’t want to stop until every room you two entered was left smelling of cum and sex. who would he be to not desire such pleasure with someone as beautiful, powerful, and sexy as you?

“look at us, sweetie,” he huffed, momentarily stopping to push his cock as deeply into you as possible, completely bottoming out inside of you until all that would be seen was his balls flush against your pussy. he took long, deep, malicious strokes into you, the glass wall threatening to topple over. “look at yourself while i fuck you good, while i stuff my cock right into you.”

your eyes landed on your reflection but you couldn’t help yourself from watching him reduce you to slutty putty. making you feel like such a needy slut for his cock and his hot, thick cum.

“so pretty,” he moaned, throwing his head back. he could feel his orgasm nearing, his body was beginning to falter. “so definitely mine.”

the perverted reflection of you fucking yourself on his cock while he simultaneously bucked into you had taken you over the edge. your eyes rolled back and your jaws loosened as your body stilled. you let out a hoarse cry as you unfolded, tightly gripping onto him as you became undone, cumming around his cock, your walls squeezing and fluttering around him causing a wave of cum to fill you alongside his thrusts.

you were so full already that his cum leaked out your pussy in spurts, dripping down your legs and hitting the walls. another wave washed over you, and you could feel so much spurting out of you, spraying the wall and dripping down your bodies. you paused, still feeling sylus rutting his cum into you from behind.

you squirted. and he had quickly realised it too, from how his pace quickened again. you had felt his cock grow much harder even though he already came.

“fuck, you made such a mess kitten, wanna make you do it again,” he panted, pinching his eyes shut. “gonna fuck you so good, you squirt over and over.”

you still couldn’t understand how he got so hard so quickly but your pussy wasn’t done being fucked just yet. he quickly pulled himself out, his cock slapping against his abdomen still spurting out thick globs of cum. he raised one of your legs over his shoulder and bottomed out deep into you again, with a whole new angle. you both groaned at the feeling, your pussy being stretched by the curve of his depth, creaming and fluttering on it before he could thoroughly fuck you again.

he didn’t waste another second viciously stimulating your clit with his fingers while his cock aggressively drove into you, slapping your skin against his in a quickened rhythm. it didn’t take much before your poor, soaked cunt squeezed you into another orgasm, creaming a white ring around his base. you screamed, feeling a rush of pleasure force out an intense round of your nectar going everywhere onto your abdomen and his, ultimately making you squirt for the second time tonight.

you felt another gush of cum stuff your pussy as a whimper left sylus’ lips. you couldn’t help but love the fact that he got off just from you squirting. and that got you so much hornier, so needy to do more. but you doubted if your body was capable of handling that. you felt his cock slowly soften as you came down from your highs. he muttered something about wanting to stay inside you a bit longer, and you allowed it, also not wanting to be separated from him being in you just yet. maybe it was the aether cores keeping you attached.

moments passed as you both recovered from your orgasms, resting on each other, whispering praises, and kissed each other in dazed exhaustion. the running water rinsed away most of the cum and slick from your bodies, leaving the rest to be cleaned off once you were both ready.

“that was beautiful,” you murmured as you pulled away from his lips. sylus rested his forehead on yours, still trying to regain his breath. he reached to make the water slightly colder.

“you did so well,” he smiled. “i’m glad i was patient.”

as you began to clean each other up, as exhausted as you were, you felt satisfied. and at peace. sylus was a good ally and companion of yours but from the way things are looking now, you’re more than happy to take things much further.

note: I literally started playing lads a few days ago and OMG LIKE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ITS SOO GOOD

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aninipanin1 · 2 days ago

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Miss Manager's Miscellaneous Shenanigans

Being the manager of Blue Lock had its pros and cons, but one thing's for sure: doing your chores is easier when you have the whole facility simping at your feet.

Notes: Manager Reader is female, but I rarely use pronouns, so any gender may work for this. Manager Reader IS age 16-17, so her love interests would only be those near her age. Anyone else who is older than 20 will be platonic.

ISAGI YOICHI

It was yet another day in the Blue Lock Facility. But, compared to other days before, the air was a little hotter than usual. Even if the facility was rather closed off and most of the inside was air-conditioned, the vents still bring in the air from the outside. Unfortunately for most of you, the temperature outside was hot, and everyone who entered the training fields could immediately feel the sweat start to form even if they have not played yet.

As the manager, you immediately responded to this. Cleaning off the tumblers and filling each of them up while also preparing fresh and clean towels to bring to the many training fields scattered around the facility.

"30 down, another 30 to go."

You could not help but sigh, feeling your arms go numb as you held up another empty tumbler on the water fountain provided in one of the kitchen areas. You found yourself looking at anything around the area to distract yourself, but it's like there was anything interesting about kitchen tools, drawers, or table islands.

"Y/n-chan, do you need any help?"

You hear a familiar voice as you turn around to find Isagi, who offers a polite smile, with his Blue Lock bodysuit on, probably just finishing his training.

"Oh no, no, it's fine. I don't wanna intrude. You should probably just get some rest before taking a shower."

You reciprocated his smile, putting the dozens of towels and tumblers on a pushcart for easy travels. But the boy insisted, grabbing a few bottles and towels himself and putting it on another cart.

"It's fine, Y/n-chan! I can use the small workout pushing these things. And besides, how are you gonna push more than 3 carts by yourself?"

You stopped at that, looking at the 5 carts you prepared, one for each stratum as you mentally sighed.

"I was planning to do many back and forth travels, but you know what? One travel with a little help would be much more better, wouldn't it?"

Isagi laughed at that and agreed, carrying more tumblers to another cart. You just smiled at that, a little happy for the help.

Meanwhile, all that Isagi can think about is the fact that he had another advantage to win you. After all, who would not love a gentleman? Besides, seeing the happy smile on your face was enough to make his day a little brighter.

Today was really not Isagi's day. His pinky toe was hurting when he woke up for some reason, which lessened his performance that day, adding to that was the hot day as well. But hey, at least he got to help you and see you smile.

BACHIRA MEGURU

"What's wrong, Y/n-chan?"

You turned your head to Bachira, who was pouting, his golden eyes wide and curious with a hint of worry.

"Nothing's wrong, Bachira-kun."

"Don't lie..! Your is turned upside down! My monster told me that you're probably sad."

You blinked at that. You thought you hid the fact that you were a little down that day. You just received a text message from your mother that, unfortunately, your cat (C/n) just passed away due to food poisoning, and you were heartbroken.

But, of course, your job must go on, and you wanted to remain professional. Well, until Bachira seemed to take notice of the fact that you have been preventing yourself from looking sad.

"Don't worry, Y/n-chan! You can talk to me, remember? I don't like it when you're sad."

"Thanks, Bachira. It's just that my mom texted me yesterday, and um, well, she said my cat died. And, I just didn't want my feelings to get in the way of work, so I tried to keep it."

"Oh, I'm sorry-"

"No, no its fine. In fact, I'm quite happy that you were willing to listen."

You gave a small yet much more genuine smile, noticing that he looked quite guilty that when he found out the real reason behind your sadness.

He let out a grin before opening his arms and wrapping it around you. You tend to always forget he was quite the muscular guy, probably from all the practice. His childish and bright personality always made you feel comforted, yes, but you also underestimated him. But nonetheless, his hug was warm. Soothingly so, and it made you tear up.

Until you were now full-on sobbing on his shoulder. Perhaps it was because of the loss, but maybe the homesickness and pressure of everything weighed down on you at the same time along with the grief. You did not know.

But what you did know was that Bachira comforted your weary and grieving soul.

He swayed his upper body along with yours, hoping the movement may help calm you a bit. And it did as you slowly picked yourself up, sniffing and wiping your tears away.

"T-thank you, Bachira-kun. I really needed that."

He grinned again before patting your hair.

"No problemo! My mom always said hugs can always heal any sadness away!"

You smiled at that.

"Your mom is correct. It really did."

His smile widened at the now lighter smile on your face, his pointer fingers now pulling the sides of your mouth higher as he cheered.

"Now you're happy for realsies!! You're prettier like this, Y/n-chan, especially when your eyes are also smiling."

CHIGIRI HYOMA

"Are these all the laundries?"

You turned to the occupants of the room, Reo was currently out of the room, probably training, leaving only Nagi who was laying on his bed, sleeping away and Chigiri, who was drying his hair from a shower.

The redhead smiled and nodded his head before turning his head at Nagi, who was passed out. And around his messy bed were his dirty socks, sweaters, and other dirty laundry. The lazy genius did not find the energy to put all of it in one basket, causing it all to be scattered in his side of the room.

"Oi, Nagi! Pick up your damn clothes and put them in one basket. Be thankful Y/n-chan is already doing your laundry for you!"

"Don't want to. 'Ts a hassle."

And he fell asleep again, making a vein pop in Chigiri's forehead. Meanwhile, you just laughed and shook it off.

"It's fine, Chigiri-kun. I'll just pick it up."

Chigiri rolled his eyes at this, not agreeing with how forgiving and patient you were to the white-haired striker. He put the blowdryer down before heading over to your figure that was already picking up the dirty laundry of Nagi's.

"I'll help you. I feel kind of bad."

You blinked before giving a smile that made him smile as well. He felt quite bashful while also impressed. How can someone be so calm and understanding towards everyone? He would never understand that. Maybe it was because he was quite intense, and at times, demanding?

But, he was quite happy and satisfied that someone like you was the manager of this whole Blue Lock thing. You were so approachable and easy to the heart and even eyes that even he, someone quite guarded, found it easy to rely and talk to you.

"Thanks, Chigiri-kun!"

As you two picked it up, you could not help hut laugh whenever Chigiri would flick a sweater in Nagi's face or "accidentally" dropping a dirty sock on the genius' nose, out of spite.

Nagi just shrugged this off, thinking that caring is also a hassle.

"Thanks for picking it up for me, Chigiri."

Nagi muttered in his sleep which just pissed the redhead off.

"I did it for Y/n-chan, not for you, you idiot!"

MIKAGE REO

"I have to what?!"

"I'm so sorry, Y/n-chan, I know you're already so busy but, the JFA insisted for this to be submitted tomorrow."

You blinked at the pile of papers you needed to read and edit and somehow submit to the JFA Union tomorrow, and it was already noon, too. How will you even finish this?

Nevertheless, work is work, so you accepted, asking Anri to put the papers in your desk. For the rest of the day, you just focused on the paperwork, zoning out of reality and time to just hopefully meet the harsh deadline that loomed upon you.

"Y/n-chan! Have you seen - oh, sorry, did I interrupt you on something?"

Looking up from your desk, you found Reo peeking his head from your office door. You gave him a polite smile, tilting your head.

"No, its fine, Mikage-kun. How may I help you?"

"Eh, I already told you, Y/n-chan. You can just call me Reo. Oh, and I just wanted to ask if you know where Chris Prince is? I have a few questions for the training regime we have."

"Oh, right, sorry. And, I heard he and the rest of the masters have a meeting with Anri-san and Ego-san. They would probably be over in a bit."

He nodded at that before he looked at your face that screamed, stressed. Your hair was in a messy hairstyle, with your baby hairs and other strands falling on your face. Your eyes looked weary, with bags under them.

"What are you doing? You don't look too good."

"Ahh, these? These are reports made by Anri-san and Ego-san. I'm the one who's gonna edit all of these for the JFA. It was supposed to be passed next month, so we weren't in a rush, but then they moved it to tomorrow, so here I am."

Reo winced at the thick pile of paperwork. He just stood there for a bit until a smile broke out of his face. He did not need to contemplate. After all, he was always willing to help you.

"Come on, I'll help you with that, Y/n-chan."

"Eh? But, I don't want to intrude-"

"You aren't! I don't like how you're stressing over this. Besides, I do have experience with professional reports because of my father's company, I'll be fine!"

You were ready to say 'no' again, but he was ahead of you, picking up half of the papers and finding a chair to sit on beside you.

"Reo-kun-"

Then you felt a pinch on your cheeks as Reo pinched both of your cheeks lightly, chuckling at the cute expression on your face.

"Shhh, I already told you, it's fine. Just focus on your work, okay?"

"Ehkway.."

You bashfully said as he continued pinching your cheeks. Reo could not help himself. You were too adorable when you acted all mature and responsible.

NAGI SEISHIRO

"Finally. This week was so busy."

You found yourself walking like a zombie towards your room. As you passed by the dining halls, your ears picked up the sounds of hushed gunshots and shouts like someone was playing. Peeking your head at the door, you found a familiar mop of white hair sitting on one of the chairs, head and arms on the table, said arms stretched out and tapping on his phone.

"Nagi-kun? Why are you still here? Lights off is in an hour."

The boy perked up, as he lifted his head when he heard your voice.

"Y/n-chan...It's just a hassle to stand up and walk to bed."

He pouted at the notion of even standing up from his position. You sighed at this, knowing the tendencies of Nagi. He was not called "Lazy Genius" for nothing, after all. Sitting down beside him, you were prepared to pull whatever words you can from your brain to hopefully convince him to head to the rooms or else, Ego would probably scold him.

But, you couldn't help but watch how effortlessly aim and shoot in the games he played. For someone who found moving or even thinking of the notion of moving was a hassle, he moved his fingers across his phone screen quite flawlessly. He was skilled and agile on his hands and you cannot help but be impressed.

"You're really good at this, Nagi-kun."

"Meh, I missed a guy earlier."

You chuckled at that and patted his hair, which made him scratch his head against your hands, resembling a cat. That only urged you to pat his head more. His hair was quite soft even with all the tangles, seeing as he was probably too lazy to brush his hair.

"Your hands are warm and soft. Y/n-chan. I like them."

"Eh, um thank you..?"

You did not know if you were supposed to take that as a compliment, but you just did. Then he turned his head to you, offering his phone.

"D'you wanna play?"

"Huh? Oh no, I'm not really good on games like that."

He tilted his head at that.

"It's fine. You said you like rhythm games, right? You have the instincts and skills to move your fingers accurately already, so you'll learn fast on this. I'll help you."

"Oh, okay, if its okay with you."

You accepted his phone, albeit unsurely. He moved his head to rest on your shoulder to watch and spectate on your gameplay, teaching you what to use and what not to use. Even giving tips on how to better your aim or how to find opponents fast.

It was a calming experience. Nagi was a really good teacher when it came to games, very straight to the point and simple with his words. His voice was quite calming, too, not low but definitely a bit on the huskier and whispery side, as his voice and hums vibrated on your shoulder.

Like with you, Nagi found himself enjoying the moment. No noise except the sounds of the game along with your and his voice adding small quips. Your shoulder was also quite comfortable, your body warm, contrasting the cold air the air conditioning in the dining area provided.

He liked your presence, so serene and gentle, yet sharp enough to excite him. That's was his first impression of you, rather. And that has yet to change.

He was too immersed and comfortable beside you that you two did not notice the time passing. It took Ego coming inside the dining area to scold you and Nagi for both you to notice the time and head to your respective rooms.

But, deep down, Nagi did have to admit, he felt quite annoyed and disappointed that you two had to part so early.

I got too carried away with Nagi's meanwhile Chigiri's felt too short oop- anyways I hope you all loved this one. I might make many parts for this one. I really wanna make Miss Manager a series but idrk...

Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.

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Hi I know you mentioned you being aroace just a couple days ago and I was wondering if maybe you could explain more in depth about how you found out your sexuality and what not? If it’s not too personal…

I’ve always sorta struggled since I haven’t had any crushes as a kid except for maybe one and that’s just cause ppl kept asking me who mine was… so I don’t even think it was a legit crush?? So not only do I not know who (looks,gender, that sorta thing) I would like … am I ever gonna like someone to even find that out???

I know you said Superman on the new trailer was hot ahaha so do you still experience that sort of physical attraction? I’ve been told when people question which gender they like, to pick which one looks more attractive to them but I’ve never really experienced that sort of physical attraction so I can’t tell that way either…

I think any thought of a crush forming was more towards their personality as well. Looks I guess are more of a second thought I think..? Even then I can’t tell if this is “you’re such an awesome person I wanna be besties with you” really strong feeling or an actual “I wanna date this person” feeling.

The only person I’ve gotten really close to discerning it as officially crush was someone from work who was older by a good amount… which can be/is pretty weird.. Lots of people my age are just a little too crazy for me.. I guess??? Idk and even now I can’t tell if that was just “glad to have someone as a friend sorta thing. I’m really sorry if this is too personal and u don’t have to respond to the ask directly either I was just hoping on maybe some advice for some clarity if possible… as I get older and realize I’ve never dated/had that sorta infatuation it feels so excluding at times.

Also I am hoping for a feast AND desert with this “‘soon’ but still haven’t posted it two days later” chapter plz and thank you

I hope this made sense and wasn’t too invasive!! :(

when i was younger, i was reading about this kind of thing online and i didn't find anyone like me. i think it's about time that i come full circle and make my own post. i've got like half of my frontal lobe developed and i've been figuring out a lot of things about myself these past couple of years, and there might be someone out there who needs to hear this (´-`ʃ♡ƪ) so if anyone is interested, below the cut is a very long talk about how i figured some stuff out

when it came to my sexuality, i only started considering it when i was in middle school, going into high school. (which would be when i was 12-13). that's when a lot of my friends started having crushes on our classmates and i realized they were being serious when they said they had crushes on people. they had figured out their identities as being a lesbian or bisexual, and they had relationships. (or as close as you can get to that in middle school).

i started to panic and think that i was lagging behind. and i really started to repress my feelings about dating people and romance and what that would entail. i found out through the internet about being pansexual. at the time i thought "oh, they have the same attraction for everyone!" and i slapped it on myself because i thought it would fix everything. i even came out to my parents as pansexual and for a while i left it at that.

i had an idea of romance. i shipped characters in media and i knew that my parents really loved each other. there were a lot of examples for love in my life that weren't the best, but having two parents that actually did care about each other made me want that for myself in the future...

but that's in the future. i personally didn't think about it much because we were still kids. for a while i didn't think anyone else was being serious, that they were just trying it out quicker than i was ready for. it was a strange feeling. i guess i still believed we were playing make believe, or copying what we saw on TV or with our parents. often when my friends asked me who i had a crush on and i felt pressured, i would pick someone that i thought i wouldn't mind dating if i had to. someone would be "interested" in me and i would say "okay" because i felt like that was part of this game we all seemed to be playing. i've had a few "boyfriends" over the years that got people off my back when i had them. in elementary school it was this boy that didn't pick on me, another boy that was my parents' friend's kid. in middle school i had an online boyfriend and a couple of "crushes" on friends of friends, someone just a little far out of my circle that didn't shake anything up. my friends would help me get together with a person and they'd seem so excited for me, so i just went along with it.

then it hit me that they weren't doing it just to do it, or playing pretend. they actually felt something when they were interacting with their crushes. i started to reread books and rewatch media and really grasp what they were saying. the feeling of having butterflies inside them when they talked to each other, blushing when something was said? i thought that was about a general anxiety people get when talking to other people. but there was always something more to it that i just... didn't get. no matter how hard i tried, i didn't understand what that something was.

then started coming the pressure to do the same, to fit in. that's why i accepted a label of pansexual. it was "strange" but at least it didn't feel "broken." i could deal with people telling me that i was wrong for liking more than just boys. but to say that there was no one on the table gave me an anxiety i'd never felt before. like i would be letting down my family, that the entire course of my life would shift. i wouldn't walk down the aisle because there would be no wedding. my parents wouldn't have grandkids. my friends would go on to have lives completely separate from mine, we'd have nothing in common anymore. so i stuffed it all down and made myself believe that this wasn't who i was.

it really mixed me up because i did have a couple of "crushes" that felt real. there were a few girls i was friends with, there were boys in my classes (usually class clowns...) that i'd get excited to see every day. when i thought about dating them, it felt nice. any other time when i thought about dating someone, i'd get this awful feeling in my gut that i later realized was dread. i was fully convinced it was different from all the other times. that "different" that i didn't understand before.

it was different! but not for the reason i thought it was. those people made me laugh, they listened and remembered things about me (that i didn't get much of during that time of my life), and most of all: they didn't like me back.

there were literally no expectations in their eyes for things to go away from friendship. and i think that's what made me like them, but not as a crush. it was relief. there was always an expectation for other people (specifically boys) that if we were friends, things would stray from friendship at some point. not with these people. that relief, combined with all the other good feelings they gave me (class clowns...) made it so much easier to fall into a friendship that i didn't have with other people. and i was in denial for so long that i thought of those friendships as crushes because they were different from other friendships.

there were a couple of times that i got close to having to face my sexuality and it felt like a gut punch. there were a couple of people i was friends with (that i didn't have crushes on) that i had previously thought "if i had to pick someone" about. but when they actually told me their feelings, i would run away. in one case, i literally ran away. i changed my entire routine so that i wouldn't have to face them. and i'm a creature of habit, so of course i took that step back and asked myself why i was having such a strong reaction. my friends didn't understand why i was so panicked about these confessions. especially because before, i "liked" people and had no problem with it.

part of my feelings were that no one would actually like me (which only furthered me not wanting/not considering romance). some of the confessions that i got were fake/pranks, and it would really mess with my head. i wasn't skinny, i knew i was strange and awkward, and i could be very brash and stubborn. i had a weird sense of humor and i missed social ques. i got a lot of "you should be a lawyer" and complaints of being bossy when i was growing up and i always knew they really meant "you're a bitch." i wouldn't understand why i felt so othered from my peers like that until i learned i was possibly autistic, and i only found that out a couple years ago. combined with being plus sized and not conventionally attractive, i didn't get much breathing room. if i wasn't perfectly calm all the time, if i didn't force myself to be overly nice to people, and if i wasn't funny, i'd get told i was "draining" to be around.

i did a lot to try and fit in. i kept my hair long because people would compliment it, i tried to wear skirts instead of pants/shorts, i'd wear comfy clothes and the like so i didn't look like i was trying too hard. a lot of my personality was forced and i was the one who was being drained instead. i ended up having to get a radar for when people were just messing with me. and so when a real confession happened, there was a combination of anxiety about if they were faking or not, doubt that they could actually like me, and then a deep rooted fear about if they were being serious.

instead of the relief i should have felt when i learned it was a real confession, i still felt scared. it would be the same anxiety as if someone asked me to get on the world's tallest roller coaster in the world and i had just seen a chunk of the roller coaster fall in front of me.

that part made it even harder to come to grips with my sexuality. i thought if i gave up on being a hopeless romantic, i'd be giving in to all the times someone told me "I just don't see you dating anyone." being unlovable was a death sentence in my eyes. and it didn't help that i've lived in the south all my life. i was already strange and going to hell for a multitude of things. turning around and telling them that i was going against every expectation set of me to get married and have kids by 24????

(i should clarify that my parents had never been the ones to put this in my mind. when i came out as pansexual, they had only been confused about what the hell that was. the rest of their reaction was "i mean... we could already sort of tell." and while my parents had hopes for my future, i knew deep down that while they'd be a little sad not to have those expected memories with me, they wouldn't turn me away. and they would very likely be happy to create a whole different set of memories with me.)

i have my current friends to thank for me coming to terms with who i am. by the time i was in college i had started to question everything. my middle school friend group had been majority queer but we had gone to different schools or just faded apart. in high school, a majority of my time was spent in band. and while i was one of those people who had friends in a variety of friend groups, the closest friends i had were the people in my section that i sat next to every day. and in the present time, only a couple of them remained straight churchgoers. even though they've changed now just like i have, during high school i was a different story.

going to college opened me up to a far different experience. by this point i'd shifted from pansexual to bisexual. my college experience wasn't... ideal. or really healthy in any aspect. but meeting these people did dislodge the mindset i'd had for most of my life. and my current friends have changed my life. the fear that i had about being aromantic has now become the relief i needed my entire life. it doesn't feel broken, or wrong, or strange. sometimes i do feel sad about it, or question if this is really the case. maybe one day i'll meet someone who shows me that "different" feeling i'd been waiting to understand. but i grew past the societal expectation of needing a partner to be fulfilled in life and i'm so much happier.

life doesn't need to be about that partner. i have many, many friends and family to grow old with. i have a godchild!! one day i'll have my own house to celebrate holidays and achievements at, to host my friends and family. i'll have pets that i love and i'll have my own career, and i'll be happy because i never needed to fit expectations to be happy.

when it comes to anything sexual, it's sort of the same feeling as when i had "crushes" on people in real life. though also different? i don't look at real people and feel an attraction beyond knowing that they are attractive, objectively. i can feel attraction sometimes in a physical sense, but i have no interest in having anything personal happening between us. a fictional character has no interest in me, and so it feels safe to think that they're hot and to express it. like sure, yeah, i have a crush on them! i get giggly when Captain Smoker from One Piece shows up on the screen, and the new Superman makes me think "oh! okay!" but if they were real and in front of me? i'd probably... lose that attraction, like it was never there.

here's the kicker, though, and might sound weird at first: you don't have to put a label on yourself

yeah, i do consider myself aroace. but the world is ever changing and so is the human experience. it helps to have a basis, to understand your feelings and work through them. it's nice to be like "there is a name for this" and to find a community through that. i'm not saying there's anything wrong about figuring out your identity and saying "I'm this, this, and this!" nothing at all wrong with that. but we're all figuring ourselves out, all the time. it doesn't end when you put the label on. you have the entire rest of your life to continue learning things about yourself and the world around you. i wish i'd known in middle school that i didn't have to rush it, that i have every opportunity to take it one phase at a time. a human life seems fleeting, especially when you're looking back on your past and feeling like the time flew by. but that's just our perception of it as we look back.

what i mean to say it that it's okay to backtrack. it's okay to change your mind. it's okay to not put a label on it. it's okay to put a label on it. it's okay not to tell anyone, if you don't want to. it's okay to say "i'll figure it out." and it's okay if you don't. it's okay if you sit up in bed one day when you're 60 years old and go "that's what it is." as long as you live your life listening to yourself and not trying to meet an expectation you think you have to, then you're doing it right.

and it's okay if you lived your life like i did, and you didn't do any of that. being a human is messy and that's part of life. you're not gonna get it right the first time- but even then, sometimes you will! there's a nuance and a spectrum to everything you experience. take pride in who you are even if you don't have a clue yet. be kind to yourself. you're gonna be okay.

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noxturnalmoth · 3 days ago

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What Could Have Been

Silco, the Eye of Zaun, the Industrialist, was first and foremost a son of Zaun who wanted his motherland free. After an altercation in which his adopted daughter shot him in a fit of rage, he is left dying while the world goes on without him. His life's work and ideals soon trampled to nothing as his memory fades from the world. But what if he was saved?

Chapter 4: Rebirth

Your lie didn't strain the trust he entrusted you with, quite the opposite, because he seemed almost proud with you the following days. Opening up as if that piece of information about you, your past and operations, were enough to see the full picture. And if so you wonder what kind of picture he saw, was it grotesque, boringly neutral or was it beautiful? No matter what the answer was, he seemed more respectful of you, yet that didn't translate in rigidness but in a more relaxed composure that had you smiling in relief. Seeing a man who fought all his life shed parts of his armor or at least his weapons, because of you, was something you took in stride, an honor. Especially coming from someone you could consider a childhood hero and an inspiration to your little insurrection.

It was charming, seeing Silco talk more to your community and clients as another month passed. His commercial smiles were rarer, leaving place for small, fleeting, yet genuine ones, like a gentle breeze during the burning summer heat in Zaun, cooked under and between metal plates and stone like you were in an oven. People asked as much about him as they did about you, the conversations longer and friendlier, the clipped fear melted into comfortable warmth. You didn't know if you could call him that to his face, but you were beginning to see the man as a friend and you hoped he did too, although you didn't mind if he didn't. It was crazy to come back home and banter with the man, have a routine, a cozy metronome rhythming your life between co-working and sharing a flat.

His jokes were dry, sharp, stated like facts, and they would be taken as such if it wasn't for the shine in his eyes, the slightly teasing tone of his voice and the hint of a smirk stretching his scarred lips. He was witty and fast, sending you in a verbal joust everytime he dared kid around you, and those might be your favourite moments. Underneath the professionalism and coolness, albeit must more softened that it used to be, he usually displays is a really interesting man. And you know it wouldn't be anytime soon or even ever that he'd grow soft around you like he did around his daughter. The tone, behavior and thought process he used around her was that of a loving father, she was all he had for a long time after all, other than his empire of course. But you could only wish to taste some of the sweetness he could give out, after all one craves what they cannot have, and you didn't count on ever recieving such treatment from him. But this...whatever it was, friendship, companionship, partnership that you shared with him would be enough for now, forever if that is how he decided it to be. And it wouldn't bother you one bit.

Not when business was booming due to your newfound collaboration, your working speed increased, your work load shared, it made money come in and new clients stay. But especially not when you finally felt like the missing piece of the puzzle had been placed in your hands, someone who understood you even beyond words. Now did you know where that piece went? No, you don't think you will for a long time, especially since it's Silco. But at least you had it, and it brought you new life, a pep in your step as your lungs seem to breathe easier, energy somewhat always a little more than it had been for...ever. He'd stay up later to help you in planning your small scale revolution, his years of experience giving you the upper hand with new found passageways and better plans, combining two minds into perfect one woman operations. He'd always care for you if you came back injured, gentle hands and a more detached voice, yet it was never mean and always careful. Once upon a time you would've found it insulting, thinking he was seeing you as an incapable fool, yet now you could almost see tension in his shoulders and tasted the concern on his tongue. Since the night you came bloodied and battered, you had shared a bed, Silco refusing to allow you anywhere near the couch at night time even preferring to care for you in the alcove. He said it was because the light was better and you two could get into whatever position he deemed necessary easier, but you had a hint of a suspicion that he was doing this simply because he liked having someone to care for again. After all, even when your face was untouched he prepared you a basin of hot water and a cloth to put over your eyes.

But you'd never tell him you knew, both out of respect for him and because it somehow made it feel more like a secret, more intimate.

No one had cared for you like that before, so up close and personal. And it felt weird to admit you did crave the touch that followed every mission you sent yourself on. And you felt motivated by looking into Silco's eyes, the clashing waves and roaring flames welcoming you in their embrace as he held a stare full of unsaid words of approval and care. But when he did it was "don't be stupid", but you knew he meant be careful. It would be "not bad" or a small huff expulsed with a slight curl of his lips instead of good job, narrowed eyes and furrowed eyebrows with a "you're an absolute moron" and a gentle yet firm grip of his hands on you instead of are you hurt. But you knew. And you'd play the game, letting him know you understood by answering with "the only stupid one here is you, you old fossil", "pretty great if I do say so myself" and "you should've seen the other guy". It was in his comfort zone, helping him maintain a control over the dam of his feelings yet letting him express it however he wished to, allowing him to lead the dance although he was as lost as you were. But he was learning fast, and you were proud of that.

Cooking was still shared in the same way yet something else had changed, since he prohibited you from getting on the couch past dinner time you slept back in your bed, Silco taking up the downstairs. No longer did the soft blanket wrap around you as you slept, yet it felt all the same, the sheets smelling like him before you washed them not too long ago. He smelled like the tobacco of your shared cigarettes, the metal from the forge, the whiskey you both drank, residues of earlier coffees and a hint of something akin to old books.

Not that you paid too much attention of course, it was just because you slept in the same bed he had for months. Your bed yet it felt ever so slightly different, not quite yours yet not his either.

"Alright Silco, I'll close up for lunch and get us something, what do you want?"

He hums pensively. "Would Vasha's sound alright to you?"

You nodded, excited at the thought of the chirean vastaya and his delicious assortments of fried foods. "You know how to speak to my soul." He huffs out a laugh, shaking his head before the bell rings, signalling someone entering the shop. It rang a dozen times and you were suddenly alert, looking outside of the staff room through the window to see well hidden lookouts in the streets. All had copper mouth guards which could only mean one thing. Chross.

"I had no idea you were in the business of making clients wait." Says the old man, sitting on his wheelchair, small glasses making his eyes look beady like a bug's.

"And I had no idea you were stupid enough to come here, although I did wager you'd know of Silco sometime soon, if you hadn't for months already."

"You revealed your big secret just like that? Have you no care for the man currently hiding like a coward in the back room?"

You scoff, rolling your eyes as you crossed your arms and leaning them over the table.

"We both know you wouldn't come here to order from me. You're far too much of a posh, self-absorbed bastard to remember that us lowly people exist and are worth something too although all your information comes from us, how surprising of a man like you." Your voice is light yet a soft snarl is heard, vibrating through the tense air between you two, the gentlemen in the room buzzing at the words.

"And so was the man you're hiding."

With that you let out a cackle. "I didn't even need to hide him because you Chem Barons have become stupid from too much oxygen and power. And yeah, he was an asshole, but compared to all of you good for nothings at least his sin stemmed from a genuine care for Zaun and its people. Not like you disgusting lot." You look them up and down, one by one, your face souring teasingly as if to show how repugnant you thought they are, and it would be nothing but the truth.

"Now now, no use to be so...uncouth-"

"Yak yak." You cut him off rudely. "Now tell me what the fuck you want before I release to the public the juicy information on your special operation with the enforcers in which you give them intelligence and let your fellow Zaunites get caught in exchange for some dirty money. How long do you think it'd take for your empire to burn then?" A smirk slices through your face like a knife, specifically the dagger Silco gave you.

"I just wanted to make sure my old friend, was faring well."

"Lie again and I'll send pictures of your counter deals with the up and coming Horned Angels, that you definitely didn't pay to assassinate enforcers you worked with to keep your slice of the pie."

And before Chross could speak again Silco appeared from behind, walking in from the back room, hands dried with a towel that he slings over his shoulder.

"I'd listen to her if I were you, old friend." The last word is almost spat out. "The little lady seldom makes threats she doesn't follow through with." He settles next to you, leaning his hips on the border of the counter, eyepatch still on.

"You hide your eye now, and you dress like the rats?"

"I am the Eye of Zaun no more, I have no need to keep that pesky thing out to scare the world." Silco caresses the eyepatch lightly. "And those rats you speak so lowly of are your source of revenues, so I'd be careful if I was you."

"The Eye of Zaun no more, mh?" Chross hums pensively. "Then the informations were right, you have been domesticated by a wench."

"I'd watch my language if I were you Chross, she is every little bit as dangerous as I am."

"Ah yes, the young revolutionary." Chross sighs, frustrated that the conversation wasn't going his way. "You've been a pain in our side for a long time now. Dangerous indeed. You're very good at what you do...for a woman by herself. But nothing that couldn't be expected from one of Keradon's, especially not his killer. Look at you now, playing the hero for lowly people and protecting the disgraced head of the Barons, how far the mighty have fallen."

You sigh, straightening up on the counter, eyes heavy with bubbling rage beneath your lids. Nodding your head quickly towards the door, mentioning Silco to lock it, you shove your fists in your pockets before walking around the counter, setting yourself next to the aged, dapper man.

"Manners." Silco opens the door and rolls down the metal curtains. "Maketh." He enters back and slides the first lock shut. "Man." The second one clicked, resounding in the silent room, stuffy with apprehension. "Those are the principles of the ones under your employ yet their manners are left to be desired, and you do not seem to care for such things either, morals and ethics even less. Unless pretense counts. In which case you'd be the most honest man in Runeterra." Your voice slights at the Baron.

"But I fear that isn't the case and that respect is not your forté either now is it Chross?" Silco says, leaning against the closed wooden door, arms crossed and face rigid, he almost looked like the Industrialist he used to be at that moment. Yet something deep within that teal eye of his pierced through the stormy ocean, rays of sun indicating the way, the dark violence of black rolling clouds somewhat tamed into less of a chaotic maelstrom and more of a controlled tempest.

"See, we knew you'd come to cause problems. And we discussed what we'd to with you once the moment reached us. A lot has been said, Silco was more partial to torture, and I to leave you one chance to explain yourself before bashing you 'til next Sunday."

"Now that you've not only insulted your own people, but also she and I, you've lost that chance. So instead of chosing what to do, why don't we do both? I bet she learns quick." The deep rumble of Silco's voice is heard, the sheer intensity of his tone making bodies shiver and hairs stand.

Chross was now fidgeting next to you, measuring pros and cons of attacking you as you and you partner stood on each side of the room, eyes set on them men in the room like predators eyeing their prey.

And all of a sudden the man next to you has his face smashed on the counter, your knee kicking him in the neck then stomping on his lap as you held his head. Switching to those behind you, you quickly get in your usual stance, low and agressive like a starved beast. In the blink of an eye you were at their throats, bones cracking, teeth grinding, bruises blooming at your hits; Silco running through his enemies with an ease of movement you could expect from him yet which still surprised you, slippery and fast as his dagger cuts through flesh and fabric. By the time you were done Chross was still on his wheelchair wheezing and groaning.

"So, you will appologize and then when you get out you will protect this secret with your life, no word about Silco or all the informations about your shady deals are being released and we'll watch with great pleasure as you get ripped apart." Your voice is almost detached as you crouch down, grabbing the man's jaw roughly to force him to look at you, your face smashing against his in a bruising headbutt. "The Eye of Zaun is dead. You hear, Chross?"

He nods, head swerving from side to side in pained dizziness as you drag him forward, Silco opening back the locks and curtain.

"And since you've been so keen on wasting our time." Your partner begins, inching dangerously towards Chross, his saunter slow and deliberate. "You will remind your lackeys that we are off limits, except if you want them to come back in body bags. And you better turn a blind eye to our actions too, a vigilante in Zaun is fine, but a name dropping trencher is a breaking of the code. And that would mean punishment for you, we wouldn't just let you infringe on the rules without consequences after all."

The tall man crumpled in his seat at a sudden punch from Silco and slowly yet shakingly straightens up, looking around at his deceased goons with frustration and fear, his chest heaving, face bleeding and his glasses broken on his face.

"Oh and since you've cut our lunch break you'll make your boys clean their friends up, that means also cleaning my shop, and give us your money. I'm sure you'll run faster with your wallet lighter." Your hand extends to the Chem baron, grabbing the air until a wad of notes was placed on your hand, the man going outside to call his men. The group making quick work of the dozen of bodies before wiping the floor of any and all blood under your smug, watchful eye, Silco standing next to you harboring the same expression before turning to you.

"I told you, you're a pissant."

"And you're as much of a bastard as I am, don't play coy." You slap his arm and in recoils in false offense, the play easy for you to decypher but making the men in the room rush their way out.

"I appologize for bothering you, ma'am, sir. Have a good day." At Chross' appology and departure, you both look at one another with something akin to victory painted on your faces as the bell rings one last time.

With huffs of laugh you close shop together after writing a little sorry note that you stuck to the door.

Business having taken more time than we'd have hoped,

the shop will be closed until 3 p.m instead of 2 p.m.

Thank you for understanding,

the Glass Anvil duo

And with that you walked out, greeting others on the street as you made your way to Vasha's your backs were straighter, chests puffed a bit more while your fellow Zaunites smiled at your passage.

You had successfully secured Silco's place here within your community and now he was fully separated from his past, for good.

With how important the information you detained was, you knew that Chross would not dare to, well....cross you. He'd keep this safe with him until his demise and the information would die with him, and with how decrepit he looked you wagered it wouldn't be much time until then.

Arriving at the chirean vastaya's stall you ordered your usual, revelling at the prospect of hot, crispy, fried delicacies filling your growling stomach. It had surprised you just how much Silco adored this type of food, revelling in the hot greasy and crispy finger foods, probably not used to such hearty meals as he'd always be working, preferring something quick. Yet with how he cooked you could bet he always made time to prepare something healthy for Jinx, healthy food for a growing girl.

Speaking of Jinx, in the last few months due to her attack on the council she had become Piltover's number 1 enemy, wanted posters stuck all over the walls. You avoided talking about her to Silco, knowing he was probably beyond hurt at how the world saw his little girl, yet while you hated the thought of one of your own hunted down, she did cause a lot of trouble. Trouble you've had a part in fixing by helping her father.

As a Zaunite, you hoped the girl was fine. As Silco's partner, you hoped she was safe.

You didn't know the girl, but from how she sounded back then, the rumors about her since a little above seven years ago and Silco's reactions: you knew enough. She was broken just like you, and although you would never forget or condone the hurt she's caused, you could forgive or at the very least understand.

This afternoon after opening back the shop, people came in as always, ordering and speaking to the both of you, their tone holding a bit of pride.

"Not too bad for an half-blind owl. There might be a chance for you yet as a Zaunite." Was what Oleg, the same man who you had corrected on Silco's first day, mumbled proudly with his hand on your collegue's shoulder two weeks later. Patting twice before squeezing and letting go, nodding his farewell before walking away from you.

"Wow, that's as close of a compliment as you'd get from him."

"And I wager that you'd know?" His voice drawls.

"Oh yeah, you both are quite the same in that sense. Never a thank you, a please or a good job. You ungrateful pricks." You laugh as you wipe some of your dripping sweat away, Silco pulling on your ear.

"I'm ungrateful now am I? Mh?"

"Yup. But it's fine, you make it up with your half-assed nonchalance, the words still mean what they mean no matter how much you hide it Silco." You muse.

Before the banter continued you both heard the bell ring multiple times, panicked voices filling the shop.

"They're gassing the streets!"

"They've deployed a strike team!"

"They're interrogating all of us!"

But the most shocking of all.

"They're using the grey!"

The gas that fills the levels of the Undercity, industrial coal or fuel fumes mixed with whatever chemicals Piltover decided to use that day, fusing in a thick deadly fog. Despite its name the grey was green, so heavy you could cut it with a knife, so foul it rotted you from the inside out, turned people blind, deaf or mute, clogged airways, and brought forth many more illnesses and lethal side effects than you could count.

"They're at the Fringes, they're getting closer, please we need masks!"

As a Zaunite your answer was a yes from the moment the moment they entered your shop for help and as a Sumper it had become a mission for you to provide as many masks as possible for your people, after all you grew where the chemical filled air and water were the worse.

"Get me all the filters you can from every shop possible, I have some but it won't suffice, get more people in on it too, make them all come here. We'll make your masks."

"And tell them exactly what you told us. If they're reticent, just tell them that if they'd rather die then they're very welcome to do so. But we will fight to gift as many people clean air as possible. We do not know when this attack will stop, so we need to stand together." The gravelly voice spoke, turning to you as you prepared filters and sheets of metal in the forge.

"Now go!" And at your voice, they did. Rushing out, yelling in the streets to rally more people as you got to work, paper scribbled on as you planned your masks, sheets of metal cut, heated, then folded and hammered into shape, holes pierced into them before you installed the filter and switched to the next one. Meanwhile Silco went to go look for filters of his own aswell as to make sure every home had gotten the information about the current situation.

Piltover had resoluted to use chemical warfare.

And that meant that they used the vents and pipes that they designed specifically to give you trenchers fresh air and to rid you of some of the grey.

It was an ugly feeling, the rage you were currently feeling. Red and hot like the metal beaten by your hammer, bubbling just beneath the surface as you try to hold yourself together. They saw you as good for nothings and monsters, as rats, as parasites, yet they're the ones pulling all of the most horrible stunts, hidden beneath gilded confidence and riches. And today proved you just that. Not only had they used one of the most horrible things plaguing Zaunites as a weapon, but they also prepared a strike team. It was not a big group of basic dim witted pigs, no, those were elite enforcers in a small condensed team. More dangerous than an entire station.

"We got filters!"

"Thank you boys, stay safe, you see smoke and you run alright?"

"Yes ma'am."

And that went on for days until the grey arrived in your own small part of the Undercity, your people equipped with masks as they walked the foggy streets, even in their homes. Yet you still worked. The Fringes, Entresol and Sump had been equipped to the best of your ability, Silco having joined you to make the process faster as your shop focused on providing Zaunites with masks, stalling any other orders. Sometimes he went out, rushing in the streets to see if anyone was trapped in the the grey, bringing them back to the shop so you could provide them with masks and comfort before sending them back on their way. His speed and deceptive strength helping as many people as his body allowed him to for the day.

After a week the grey grew thicker behind the glass windows on the front of your shop, and soon it was so heavy that nothing seemed to exist outside. Your door kicked down as the smog swooped in the room. Silco crawled, using the fog as a cover to go hide in the break room between boxes as you worked hard, the flame of the hearth illuminating you, the sole sounds in the room were the clinking of your hammer and the crackle of the fire burning hot behind you. An almost demonic dark shape stared from the shadows, slowly approaching until you could discern five body shapes.

"So you've arrived."

"You've been expecting us?" Said a classic high Piltovan accent, the same one you heard in the warehouse the night you saved Silco, this was Cait, or as you realized with the news of the council, Caitlyn Kiramman.

"Your operation is not exactly all that inconspicuous, even a blind man could see the damage you're causing. Very Piltovan of you Kiramman."

"Listen, we just want to know where Jinx is." That was Vi, the other girl who was there that night, and a fellow Zaunite. Your anger reached a boiling point, the bubbling anger turned into burning rage as you look at them, finally looking up from your anvil. They all wore great quality gas masks, that damned navy uniform, and had...hextech weapons? You scoffed, so much for "wanting hextech to be an instrument of help and peace", right mister Man of Progress?

"You piece of shit." The pink haired girl recoiled and her teammates approached. A large man with a riot shield, a small girl with a shotgun, a slim man holding batons and arboring a big backpack, aswell as Kiramman and Vi heself. "You're using the grey against your own people? What a great Zaunite you are, really the pride of our people aren't you?"

"Please we just want to stop my sister! She's caused enough damage."

"Maybe she has, but do you fucking realise you're only stoking the flames, girl?!" Your voice gains in volume as you step around your work station, hammer in hand while approaching Caitlyn. "Your mother is dead Kiramman, my appologies and condolences. But do you fucking realize where you are, mh? A place where all of us have lost everything even our humanity in Uppercitizen's eyes all because of you people! A place where we deal with such deaths everyday! But do we fight back? Do we gas, attack and interrogate you? No! Because we can't and you Pilties make sure of that, because you make sure we're grovelling to serve you yet never get enough to fight back! And yet you think using the grey against us is righteous for the death of three fucking people? Well four, but you wouldn't care about the dead Zaunite, now would you?"

You yell out, pointing your hammer at the girl, her confidence waning. Then you turn to Vi.

"And you, a trencher that betrays her own people."

"Because my sister is dangerous!"

"Yes she is! But so are you! How many have you killed? How many do you still want to kill? How many have died during this operation alone because of the grey? You hypocrite, calling your sister a monster while you're the same."

"As if you're any better." Chimes in an accented voice, the small girl was standing differently than the others, the tension that they all felt was all but absent from her and you could see something was clearly off about that.

"Talk all you want, little bird, you're not innocent either. I can smell more blood on you than on any of them, so don't try me." You get closer to her, her shotgun pointed and touching your chest directly. "The difference between you gods damned peanuts and I is that I know I'm a monster, beats being a self-righteous ass that can't see the weight of their crimes. Or maybe you do see them but feel pride, mh?" Your hand grips the weapon as she tenses, pushing it away from you.

"How can you breathe in the grey? I thought it was impossible."

"When you're a Sumper, a factory worker or a miner it's all you ever breathe. Your little trick is doing nothing to me. Now, if I were to take away your masks, what do you think would happen?"

The girl quickly steps back and the slim man holds your arm, it was gentle, as if he wanted to calm you down. Yet you grab his hand, as gently as he grabbed you, and pushed it away while sighing to try and keep yourself from initiating a fight.

"Jinx isn't here, I got no idea of where she is, now fuck off from my shop, my space and my city. And pink girl?" You call out to her, a sharp breath indicating she was listening. "Don't bother coming back to Zaun, and if you do, avoid this area. I don't know if I'll be able to stop myself from making you a stain on the pavement." You turn and walk back to your anvil, your form displayed threateningly with the roaring hearth flames. "That goes for any of you, by the way. So if you step a foot in Zaun, do watch your backs."

Their forms are tensed, jumping at each hit of your hammer on hot metal.

"We appologize for wasting your time." Your hammer stops at Vi's voice.

"You better be more sorry at how many people you've traumatized or killed with your fucking stunt, girl. I hope you're happy with yourself." Cait places a hand on Vi's shoulder, stepping in front of her.

"And do be careful with threatening high ranked officers, we could've done much damage had we wanted to."

"Sure thing Kiramman, I would've wiped the floor with you and that's why you haven't attacked although you've had every occasion to at my insubordination. Now go before I reconsider my generosity."

The two men nod, leaving your shop with small bows. Then followed Vi and Caitlyn who had stared at you for a while before going for the door. The last one was the peculiar girl, her fists clenched as she stayed there, looking at you.

"Need another lesson, girl?" Your voice snaps her from whatever thought had her looking downright murderous towards you, her steps clicking against the floors before the bell rang one last time.

And you continued hammering, the scalding heat of the hearth and metal somehow multiplied by ten in the thick chemical fog, your lungs heaving in rage and exhertion as sweat pearled on your body. Only when the fog started dissipating did Silco come out from the back, his steps silent and presence unnoticeable up until he released a big sigh. His steps led him to the counter on which he leaned on with his hips, arms crossed, a few strands of hair landing on his forehead and dangling over his face at their length. He hadn't cut his hair since he first arrived and it was growing longer, it went from the straight slick back and shaved sides to a more fluffed style, the hair on the sides growing as does the top. He looked younger, his hair healthier as his constant habit of raking his fingers through his hair disappeared little by little over the past six months, still present yet barely.

"That was agression I've never seen before coming from you. Yet I understand it all the same, your self control is unbelievable." His low voice rumbles before you hunch over the anvil, hot metal burning your flesh was not even accounted for as you took deep calming breaths.

"Trust me, I'm surprising myself too. But if I stoop as low as these animals, what would that make me?" You hiss, the pain of your burns finally catching up to you as you rip yourself away from the metal, forearms marred in new burns.

"It would make you what they see you as, what they see all of us as."

"Well to hell with that, and with them." Silco kills the heat in the forge before dragging you to the back, leaving your arms under the running faucet with cold water before sitting you down on a chair and picking up your first aid kit.

"How do you feel about closing up early today, mh?" He says, handling you as gently as he usually does when treating your wounds, cleaning the burns on your arms. "We could go to sector thirty seven in zone nine to take a walk."

"As in, the shores?" He nods, ointment gently rubbed on the painful red marks and boils. "Why there?"

"It's somewhere that means much to me. And I feel like as much as I know about you, you know so little about me. I...plan on clearing some things up, I suppose." He pauses, hands grabbing the bandages before his gaze met yours.

"You don't have to if you don't wish to Silco. it's not fair if you feel like it's simply to balance the ledger."

"It's not, I do wish to tell you. No one but Sevika truly know the full story, and she was more my employee than she was a friend, even though once upon a time it was the case." He starts to move, the bandages softly wrapped around the big burn marks, tightened enough to be safe yet not too much to hurt you more than necessary.

Your breath hitched at that, the impression he had called you his friend making the remaining rage quit your body and replace it with a relaxed sense of joy. That feeling stayed for the rest of your journey to River Pilt, and sitting down on the shores, looking at the evening sky, you felt different. That joy had ebbed away to leave a small tension as you looked to the horizon.

"Am I your friend then?"

He turns, gazing at you inquisitively.

"You said Sevika knew the whole story and she'd been your friend once. Does that mean..." You trail off, unsure.

"You've been my only friend since..years. Even when I didn't want you to be."

"Good, I was scared to be the only one of us thinking this way." Was the gentle answer you gave, leaving the air open for him so that he could open up when he was ready. And it took a while, as if the words were trying to claw their way out but his body forbade him to let them out, but in the end he closed his eye and took a deep breath, removing his eyepatch at the same time.

"You surely remember the Bridge revolt." You nod at his words, soft yet filled with a maelstrom of hidden feelings. "Benzo, a childhood friend of Vander and I, had gotten arrested and would be brought to Stillwater where he'd probably spend the rest of his days. I was young, naive, and although I was not usually impulsive, that day I was. He was family, and like hell I'd let him simply get caught. So a group within the Children of Zaun and I ran to save him."

He takes a deep breath, his ink black eye swirling with emotion as the orange of his iris flickered like a dying flame, his evebrows furrowed while he tongues the inside of his cheek.

"Within that group was another childhood friend, her name was Felicia, she was a miner like Vander, Benzo and I were. She was a mother of two, and on that day, on that attack that I planned, she died with her husband. Not only leaving two young girls alone, one ten years old and one merely five, but also emptying her spot in our lives as our best friend."

One of his legs shifts up, bending to accomodate his elbow as he hel his head in his hand, the other draped on his other thigh.

"When Vander saw that he attacked me, stabbing and slashing me, clawing at my eye..." His eyes look down at the river. "..drowning me. He had all the advantages in the world in weight, height and agression. I was just shocked, terrified and betrayed, and no matter how much I fought I knew I couldn't win, so I acted like I had died and his hands left my neck. It almost felt peaceful, the silence after this violence, after this horrible day, yet when the air ran out I was forced to come back up with my lungs screaming, my eye came next."

He turned his face to you, his teal eye now also visible as you looked at his scar, grey, and fleshy, as if unhealed even after all this time, the color of his eye and its state now making much more sense to you.

"Your eye is because of the chemicals?"

"Yes." He muses darkly, nodding as another sigh leaves his lips.

"And the girls?"

"They got raised by Vander along with two boys. Seven and a half years ago I started gaining on him and Benzo and him died. Although Vander was during the explosion at the cannery after I...caught him and tried to make him see his way to bring forth the Nation of Zaun left us in a stalemate with Piltover. The two boys died trying to get him out, the oldest girl Violet was fighting off shimmer enhanced lackeys with her fists and got out alive. The the most tragic of all was the youngest girl Powder, who wanted to save her brothers and sister aswell as her father, she made a little bomb..."

"...a little girl was the cause of the explosion?"

He nods again. "Indeed. And that's the day her sister abandonned her, calling her a jinx, and I found her."

You breathe in sharply, the pieces of the puzzle of Silco's life got clearer, more than half of it finally depicting the image you worked towards.

"Then...what happened to you?"

"Violet had been taken to Stillwater after that, broken out by the Kiramman girl after seven years."

"Caitlyn?" He purses his lips and tilts his head in agreement, his eyebrows raising for a second.

"Jinx thought her dead, or like she abandonned her for good along with the deaths of her family, the girl had been fractured, psychosis, hallucinations, attachment issues..she had gained the lot. I did my best to raise her but as an orphan raised in the mines and with much unhealed trauma myself, I've made her worse. I tried, but I could've never been good or enough for her."

You wrap an arm around him, and although he tenses he quickly lets out a sigh, his whole body melting into the touch.

"You did all you could with what you knew, at least you truly loved her and not many of us can attest to the same. She was never hungry, never cold and never alone. You weren't a great father, but you were the best father you could manage to be, especially to someone as young and broken as her."

Your arm squeezes around him comfortingly.

"Things escalated between Hextech, the new councilor, my rise in Zaun, my daughter had started causing chaos albeit under my command but also under her own, and at the peak of this tension sat a crucial moment. Jayce Talis, a man who we can say many things about except that he isn't honest and hard working, met up with me to discuss giving Zaun blanket amnesty, sovereignty, access to the hexgates...And he had but one price."

He leans towards you.

"Your daughter..."

"Indeed. My daughter, my best friend's youngest child, the girl that had kept me going all this time. And I tried to haggle, yet he wouldn't hear it. That day I visited Vander for the first time in seven years, his statue situated at the square of the Lanes. Our creation for our people, our first step towards independency, our first successful large scale rebellion. And I finally told him I understood why he had chosen peace over war, and that although I had forgiven years ago I now saw the bigger picture. When you raise and love children of your own, any harm coming to them is unthinkable, and she had nearly died and became a part of a transaction to get what was my one dream, our dream, for decades. She heard me, thought I considered it and captured me, inviting her sister and Caitlyn for a game in which she would decide who she truly was."

His eyes told you all you needed to know as you squeezed him yet again. "Powder or Jinx?"

"Indeed. But with her sister there, fighting so hard for her to come back, Caitlyn being in opposition and I fighting for her as my daughter, it triggered an episode and.."

"..And you nearly died."

"She shot blindly, she was blind at that moment, head filled with visions of the past and the present. She wanted them gone."

"But ended up shooting you....And your death was what prompted her to attack the council. That much I theorized."

His chest rises and falls deeply, his eyes glossy.

"She's not a bad person. She just had a bad life."

"And so did you. You're a good man who did awful things, but deep down...You always were that boy from the Children of Zaun, even after grief, anger and fear clouded your heart. You never stopped loving your people, you began loving your daughter, even Vander, yet you never saw that the one who needed love beyond all of that was yourself. And that's what made you lose sight of what truly mattered in the nation of Zaun, it's not the fact it needed to happen soon, it's not what you'd have to do to get there, it's its people."

He hums, his chest vibrating at the sound.

"You helped me realize that, Jinx and Talis contributed too. But by that time it was too late, the cogs of my defeat had started turning."

"It never is. Trust me." You huff out a small laugh through your nose. "I grew up under Keradon as a glorified murderer, i was so hopeless I didn't realise my power over him until I was twenty three. That was late too, but it wasn't too late, it was just unfortunate that it took me so long to get to it."

Your hand slowly inches to his head, raking fingers through his hair as his good eye widens yet the tension in his face releases, his lips slightly open to let out a soft breath.

"That day at the river, the young revolutionary died to leave space for the weary and powerful Eye of Zaun, to protect himself from hurt. And when Jinx shot you, that man died aswell. What's left to figure is who do you want to be this time Silco?"

He takes a long time to think, the lights of Piltover now brighter in the dark of night as the faraway neons of Zaun lit up the coast, just enough for you to see the ground.

"I wish to be a wiser man, yet as Piltover becomes more overzealous than ever in putting Zaun beneath the earth I cannot bear the thought of stopping the fight I started so many years ago." His right hand grabs yours which rested on top of his shoulders. "I wish to fight the good fight and help my people, but not alone. I suppose I'd like to ask my friend if she'd be willing to let me fight by her side so she can keep me in check. She's already helped me healing in the past half year I've met her, she's stubborn and honest, and most important of all she's loyal, to her people and even to me.

I wish to fight for Zaun again, with her by my side so I can heal and make the right choices, because it seems like no matter how convoluted the path can be, with her by my side I'll be able to achieve this if she'll have me."

His left arm wraps around your shoulder, his voice so much more gentle than what you're used to. It was as soft and loving as it had been with Jinx, yet hesitant, almost youthful in its careful wording. His eyes seemed so unguarded, so vulnerable and desperate and his lips were open, showing the bottom of two chipped upper teeth.

At that moment Silco looked so young. Pleading as if your friendship and presence in his life were his lifeline. And while he might have believed you to not feel the same, you did.

"Well, she has been lonely for a long time, that friend. Fighting on her own all her life even when she surrounded herself with good people, because no one would know her as deeply as you did. All she wanted was someone by her side, and you've offered her just that." You sigh, laying your head in the crook of his neck. "Of course I'll have you by my side Silco. I've wanted to be your friend since I ran back home with your body in my arms. Although I would've let you go anytime you wished if you asked me to."

"I'm glad I didn't."

And you were too, you were glad that he stayed. Was the thought you had in the precious, peaceful silence stretching between you two before he got up, his hand outstretched to you. You took it as he helped you get up, still holding yours as he led you into the cold water, taking your other hand and placing them both on his shoulders.

"SIlco?"

"Let me be reborn as a new man, once and for all." He asks, his eyes pleading you before his words did. "Please?"

He looked so peaceful that you couldn't hold it in you to refuse, smiling as you gained an idea, bending down as you pushed his shoulders as both of you dipped underwater.

He was right, it was peaceful, and his warmth and proximity fought of the frigid cold of the chemical filled waters or the River Pilt. As you came back out, the cool night air now feeling warm, he opened his good eye while his eyebrows raised.

"Gone is the lonely girl I once was, fighting on her own against the world and her own demons although all the odds were against her. If you were going to free yourself of the past, so was I, my friend." You squeeze his shoulders, bringing him in a tight and warm embrace. And although it took him some time, he embraced you aswell, his face almost nuzzling against your neck.

"You've been strong, it's time to share the burden Silco."

"You can share yours with me too." He mumbled against your shoulder, his thumbs rubbing back and forth from where his arms were wrapped around you.

"Something else we can share is the bed, I won't take no for an answer."

He chuckles, the vibration of his chest on yours making your stomach flutter at the first untamed laugh he shared with you.

"I wouldn't mind that, I'm not quite as young as I used to be. And I've already gotten a decade of being bent over a desk slaving away at paperwork and sleeping on the office couch because I would refuse to sleep full nights."

You laugh and the both of you separate, making your way back to the shore, then starting to walk back home, Silco already putting his eyepatch back on.

"How old even are you?" Escapes your mouth before you can eyen think, the question you've asked yourself months ago resurfacing as you made your way home.

He chuckles again, louder this time. "Fourty four."

"Damn!" He laughs again. "I'm sorry." You whisper and clear your throat. "Well....you look good for mid-fourties."

"Don't lie."

"I'm not! The scars are very rugged"

"Don't pull my leg."

"The salt and pepper's nice, real mature!" You nudge him with your elbow and wiggle your eyebrows and he chortles, bringing forth your own snorts and giggles.

"Sure."

"Your hair looks good too, I definitely can see you looking good with it longer."

"I had it long in my youth." He says as the both of you climb the stairs to your appartment, unlocking the door for the both of you.

You stop and grab him by the shoulders. Closing the door with your heel.

"To where?"

He lines his hand slightly below his shoulders. "There, approximately."

"Damn!"

"Is it that surprising?"

"It was mostly in a bun to keep it out of my face in the mines."

"No, no, I can see it, your hair's been growing and it looks nice on you. Younger. It's wavy too now that you don't pull at it all the time, I can only imagine what young you looked like. Long black hair, aquiline nose, two teal eyes, slim but strong, pretty voice..."

"Damn!"

He leans his hips on the kitchen table as he chuckles, bracing himself with an arm, eyebrows lifted and mouth curled in a smile as he shook his head.

"What? You were hot!"

"Was? Am I past my prime then?"

"Hell no, you're like a good whiskey, you get better with age." You blurt out again.

"Then you do find me attractive now." Your eyes widen before you rush to the bathroom as his laugh continues.

"Fuck off Silco!"

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aloesarchives · 3 days ago

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Domestic Headcanons w/ Mama!Reader and the Fushiguros #2.5: Teen!Mayumi (OC)

TW/Warnings: Domesticity, AFAB/Female Reader, Family life, unhinged crack, JJK OC(but not main x Reader), tons of swearing, Mayumi is truly a Gen Z kid

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader

Pronouns/Usage: She/Her, Mama/Mom

So, it's been awhile since I've actually posted anything. College, projects, life in general fuck my ass up frfr. On top of that, I got really bad writer's block and being burnt out. I've been spending time with family and friends and it's been giving me motivation to write again. So I'm trying to finish my long wips before my winter break ends!

I also made reference pics of Mayumi for anyone who's curious on what she would look like. These pics of Mayumi were based on my appearance since she's an self-insert combination of me and Toji lol. I had to work with what I got to visualize her. If you has questions or wanna ask more about her, feel free to drop an ask in my inbox!

(Credits to the creators of the photo generators from Piccrew and Storior. I didn't create the generators but used them to create these pics)

Preteen!Mayumi:

Teen/Highschool!Mayumi:

Mayumi wasn’t a menace or a problematic child. Nothing was too extreme that required strict parenting. As she grows up, she’s not as rebellious as you imagined. She only talks back to Toji, never you. But even then, she’s setting her boundaries up and setting herself up.

She’s in her own little world, doing her own thing. A go-getter if you will.

Only taking after the green eyes of your hubby, she is a mini version of you through and through. Performing well and evolving into an academic weapon of mass destruction. School has never been an issue for her or will be in the future. She is a competitive person at heart but stays humble as much as she can. She most definitely does Kendo, Kyūdō, and Karuta. You and Toji always go to her competitions. She’s always on the podium in first place. She’s only good because Toji’s the only one who has the physical prowess to match. And Toji doesn’t go easy on her during their training. But your daughter is grateful that her Papa supports her interests and wants her to succeed, which proves your point that you made the right choice in choosing a husband and father for your children.

But Mayumi in her teen years, she turns a complete 180 and becomes a mini Toji. A menace.

She isn’t a bully nor picks on others. It’s the other way around, she is fully beefing with egotistical kids that think they’re all that and can do anything. Her reasoning is quite interesting because she’s trying to show them that the stuff they pulled off wouldn’t slide in the real world. She’s helping them out because the stuff they pulled can be digging their own graves if they mess with the wrong people. The bullies jump her off-school grounds and after school hours, too bad it leads them to either having a bruised complex, pride, or straight up CTE.

She never fought in school, no never. That's after-school activities for her. Even if that were to happen and you and Toji had to be called down, the only thing that matters to Toji is whether or not Mayumi won. But the answer is always the same, which is yes. That’s you as well but you had to be the reasonable parent in the situation. If any of the parents of the bullies trifle with you, you can pull your connection cards on them and it shuts them up good.

“Oh, you think your threats scare me? Bold of you to assume I could feel shaken by someone like you. It’s not like your company violated several labor and wage laws, or your money embezzlement affairs? Hm?”

Once she got to high school at Jujutsu Tech, no one wanted to shit on her because they all know they’ll get boxed up by her after hearing the things she’s done to people that tried her.

She never explained how she controls her impulses. She credits her strong will power but you remember your husband is Toji. And with that, you know her sudden urges to do something reckless/impulsive are watched under the supervision of her father. You know this because one day you saw her long jump over the koi pond in the backyard of your home. She cleared it with perfect form and footing. You’re dead when Toji starts teaching her optimal forms and techniques so she could have a higher vertical and be nimble in the air like he is.

She isn’t a trouble-maker. She’s not as reckless or impulsive like others around her age. You ask her why she doesn’t participate in day adventures or nightly escapades. She said most of her friends have curfews and can’t be out late. All of them have different routines so it’s hard to find time to hangout on the weekends. Mayumi also said she doesn’t know what’s lurking at night and wants nothing to do with it. And She knows Toji will know whether she snuck out at night. But she doesn’t want to cause you and Toji any trouble so she either doesn’t get into trouble at all or does but it’s a situation she knows she can easily handle herself.

She is a certified Zen’in hater and the most vocal about it too. She really doesn’t acknowledge that half of herself and purposely avoids talking about them in a familial matter.

She is definitely stealing Toji’s old clothes and adding them to her wardrobe. The jackets he doesn’t wear anymore? She stole them and is a part of her wardrobe. She says she is repurposing them when she really wants them.

Most of her teen years were filled with K-pop, her aesthetic is Y2K for sure. The staples of her closet are cargo pants, those long retro denim skirts, oversized t-shirts and jackets.

Because Shui sometimes visits Korea for business, Mayumi is always asking him for a TWICE, New Jeans, or BTS vinyls. She gets him all three in her room on display and plays them when she wants to chill out in her room.

Mayumi likes to spend time with Maki, Mai, and Nobara. Trains with Maki alongside Toji. No wonder Mayumi is so good at fighting. She was literally taught by PEAK.

The sibling banter, oh my god. “Mom, get this Emo kid off his ass and tell him I need him to come with me to watch a movie!” “Why me? Can’t you ask Tsumiki or your friends?” “Ugh, because my friends are busy and Tsumiki-Nii won't come home until after her club. Plus, you’re not doing anything right now and today’s our weekly sibling bonding time!” Megumi groans and grumbles before getting up off the couch and grabbing his wallet. Or her saying, “Gumi-Nii, this is why you got no maidens” when Megumi told her to leave him alone when she went into his room to bother him.

Megumi has to deal with her as he is the main victim of her antics. Getting teased and roasted endlessly. He knows everyone's footsteps and knows who coming. That's only because he needed to recognize when Mayumi is coming and needs to mentally prepare himself when interacting with her. This is what happens when Mayumi got your looks but Toji's personality.

Begs Megumi to bring out his shikigamis so she can take pictures of/with them. Putting silly accessories on them like bows and hair clips. She puts hats on his divine dogs or take pictures of them at funny angles.

Don’t get me started on her inheriting Toji’s shit talking and banter. Her snide remarks and roasts are creative and out of worldly that Toji takes mental notes. Prime example, upon learning Toji and Satoru’s “shared past”, her insult library grew. “Dad, I don’t wanna hear anything from you! I’m talking to the same man who had beef with a bunch of high schoolers because his pockets were itching!” Turns to you “Can’t believe you looked at this and thought, ‘Oh, I’m definitely gonna make him my husband and the father of my future kids.’” You raised an eyebrow at her when you looked up from your laptop, “Mayumi, Dearest, you can’t be saying that. If I never gave that man a chance, you, Megumi, and Tsumiki wouldn’t exist. Besides, if it wasn’t for me, your Papa would be seeing a Michael Jackson concert or be at a Tupac meet and greet right now.” On second thought, maybe she got the shit talking from you too.

Continuing on the previous thought, Mayumi will say the most out of pocket, unhinged, crazy type of insults and curses you will ever hear. A prime example of this was during the Tokyo-Kyoto exchange event in Mayumi’s first year Jujutsu Tech. It was a 1v1 tournament between the Kyoto and Tokyo students. Mayumi’s opponent happened to be a third year student from the Zen’in clan. As you were watching from the sidelines with Toji, you couldn't help but notice Mayumi’s expression. She was locked in and basically mean-mugging them. Any and all insults were brushed off and unfazed. As she expected, your daughter knew her distant relative would pick her a part for being a celestial restricted user and not having any curse energy. As the fight went on, Mayumi was getting annoyed. Not because her opponent was hard, oh no not that. She was annoyed by the fact her opponent was all bark and no bite. Like her opponent was legit trying but it wasn’t enough for her. She could’ve easily ended the match, Toji and you knew that from the start, but she wanted to hold out in case her fight would get interesting. Alas, it didn’t and Mayumi was disappointed as hell. As she would put it, she’s related to frauds. Her opponent was yapping away with the classic “You got lucky” and “this isn’t my full power” shit. Now she’s just getting mad that her opponent was absolute garbage. Her opponent said something that you couldn’t quite make out, but Toji did as he let out a huff. You guessed it set off Mayumi because she stared them with the iconic Toji glare, clenched fists and teeth, and said “Choke on my dad’s dick and get pegged by my mom, you damn fraud!” Then proceeds to give that Zen’in the most devious combo imaginable, it connected so well it would be a perfect score in any fighting game. The fight was over with the obvious winner being Mayumi. But you and Toji, stunned for a solid five seconds before bursting out in laughter. For as vulgar and out of pocket your daughter was for saying that, it was creative. Toji even had tears in his eyes because he was dying of laughter but also how proud he was of Mayumi. That combo was crispy and only his daughter could do something like that.

She is so much like Toji that when she was fighting a Zen’in member(s) (99% Naoya), she locked in and did a pose. She had this look in her eyes and her grin was done in a way that’s almost primal. Then everything clicks and she’s giving them flashbacks because she’s giving TOJI AURA. She’s reminding them of Toji and piecing them up like her Pops. As Mayumi likes to put it, she’s running it back to her papa. The get back on the Zen’in clan for Toji. And she fucking delivers, ate that shit up and left no crumbs behind. She’s infamously known to be compared to Toji in the Jujutsu world but she wears that shit with pride and honor. “Disrespect my papa, then I’ll give you guys that generational fade that even your descendants will feel the secondhand embarrassment that you’re their ancestors. Straight up Frauds.”

Forces Toji to take selfies with her. Just a teenage daughter dragging her dad around. She’s just a girl, your dearest daughter, just dragging your 6’1 boulder of a husband around. Doing those drink dates and posting them.

Okay, in my Modern/Toji Lives Au, since Shui doesn’t dip out and go under the radar he has a presence in the kids' lives. Every Time he’s over, he and Toji are yapping away at each other. Every time Mayumi is about to go out, she stops by and greets Shui and Toji before leaving. Usually she would be out the door when she has to go somewhere but there’s always a five minute gap. Turns out, she waits for Shui to give her cash and leaves with at least 29,000 Yen(close to $200 US). Watching this unfold is sometimes jarring because your husband and his friend at one point in time wretched havoc in the Jujutsu/underground world. Now, they’re just two older guys, chilling on the engawa of your home, and having a drink.

Mayumi is running Satoru’s pockets. Gifts, money, anything you name it, he’s getting her something. Satoru told you that as the unofficial oldest child and brother, it’s his job to get gifts and provide some financial incentive to his younger siblings. Since this is voluntary for Satoru, Mayumi is taking full advantage of it. When Mayumi got to that age, Satoru even offered to pay for schooling if she wanted to go to college/university or study abroad. Toji felt a bit insulted with how Satoru was casually flexing his wealth right in front of him. But Toji being the guy with an eye for better deals, he’ll silently let Satoru spurge on Mayumi if it meant he didn’t have to spend a single dime on her.

Ends up having a popular social media presence because she went viral from a post that had you and Toji in it. It was caption with something like "I want what they have/ Why my standards in love are so high" and it's you and Toji doing domestic stuff with Toji having this loving look on his face and you giving him a soft tender expression.

She doesn’t take her account seriously and just posts fun stuff or things for shits and giggles. Probably makes Toji do trends with her or takes videos of him doing mundane things around the house that got netizens foaming at the mouth. Then netizens start foaming at the mouth and become rebid when they find out about you. Doing a mom reveal and people were asking in the comments your skincare/makeup routine, making barking noises, etc. Then she does a family reveal where she includes Megumi and Tsumiki and people say the most unhinged things.

“You guys need a table? I can be a table for you guys”

“If yall need a chair, I’m the best chair to sit on. I can hold everyone.”

“Bro, please, save some for the rest of us! Like, let me have a fighting chance! Please!”

It gets worse when she posts a picture or video of her hanging out with Satoru, Suguru, or Nanami.

When Mayumi reveals both you and Toji’s ages, she did a video of your secrets while you say something sweet and practical like family and dropping your skincare routine then there’s Toji’s portion of the video. Toji just says: “My wife” and that’s it, does not elaborate on it. When Mayumi presses on, Toji responds “Your mom, Mayumi. I mean, do I need to say anything else because I legit got nothing else, Sweetheart.”

She does those livestreams to answer questions, you sometimes watch them when you’re away from home. They make you feel better and you do get a laugh out of them.

Mayumi doing a livestream: “How old is my dad–? Too old for you all! And he’s married! shows a picture of you in the livestream Married! He’s taken! So stay away from my father! Stay away from my father, guys!”

Did a livestream with you and Toji and the amount of time Mayumi had to chastise Toji because the stuff he says will get her banned is hilarious and you are just watching the carnegie unfold right before you.

She did one livestream with her friends doing the hear me out challenge. And one of them pulled out Toji’s picture and put it on the brownie cake. Mayumi: “gasps! That’s my dad! Why the hell did you guys put my dad in!?” It gets worse when her other friend puts a picture of you in there too. Everyone was laughing while Mayumi was straight up flustered and stressed. Poor girl, she doesn’t need to be reminded that everyone wants to bang her parents.

Mayumi begged you to do that trend where daughters put their mothers in their style/clothes. That post was a hit but Toji wasn’t home for that. So when she made a post of Toji’s reaction to the post where you’re wearing Mayumi’s Y2K clothing, it was a hit too. That’s because as Mayumi sends him the post and he watches the post on his phone, Toji watches the video before looking up at Mayumi, with her phone pointed at him, and saying, “You want a younger sibling, Mayumi?” And she lets out a scream that was perfectly cut at the end of the video.

Toji definitely spends the most time with her, they are very close to each other. They vibe on another level that you know you can’t even get. You’re aware she confides about anything and everything to you but always goes to Toji first since he’s more empathetic of her situations and what she goes through.

She’s the extrovert of the family (if you weren’t already one) but spending time and being near her is fun and entertaining. Mayumi is the apple to everyone’s eye but knows when to be strong and stand ten toes when she needs to be. She’s still a kind, considerate, and compassionate person. She’s just more outspoken now that she’s a teenager and she’ll stand on that. She’s a wonderful mix of you and Toji and is a certified Gen Z kid who loves her parents and siblings.

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celestialbruise · 2 days ago

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sanguine

(some moshang bloody kisses for the new year~)

The first time it happens, Shang Qinghua thinks he’d dreamed it.

Mobei Jun had come to haunt his leisure house, and while this was no longer enough to startle Shang Qinghua, it was still enough to leave him on edge, his wary eyes always pinned on his uninvited demonic guest. Mostly, Mobei Jun would come to knock him around a little, mutter a few words of complaint, order Shang Qinghua to do something such as gather information or sabotage some Night Hunt that interfered with Mobei Jun’s interests, and then he’d either pass out on Shang Qinghua’s bed or hover over his shoulder like a shadow of death while Shang Qinghua shakily tried to finish his work.

Stupidly enough, sometimes the silence lulled Shang Qinghua into a false sense of security - perhaps even comfort.

He’d always been a rather solitary person. In his past life, his few friends had all been made on Weibo, and while he did meet up with his family on occasion, it was really more a part of his role as a son than for any reason like companionship. They registered him as their flesh and blood and saw no deeper than that. Mostly his days were spent in front of his computer, slaving away on another ten-thousand-word chapter of Proud Immortal Demon Way. On occasion he had socialized with his fans in the comment section - his haters too, if he was feeling especially bored and, oh fuck, did that mean he subconsciously considered that asshole Peerless Cucumber to be one of his friends?

Shang Qinghua’s life really had been pathetic. Sadly, given a second chance, he wasn’t faring much better - at least he was a Peak Lord now. That had to count for something, right?

“You write very slowly,” Mobei Jun intoned from behind him. Shang Qinghua couldn’t hide how badly he flinched. He had a tendency to zone out while working, which was probably one of the dumber things to do in the presence of a demon.

Shang Qinghua glanced down at his hand, slowly scrawling characters. It wasn’t his fault - writing traditional characters was hard! Typing was much, much easier.

“I usually write faster than this, I’m just thinking,” Shang Qinghua grumbled, annoyed, before feeling horror envelop him at the realization that his annoyance was audible, bleeding all over his words like ink. “Sorry, my king!”

Shang Qinghua braced himself for the blow and miraculously managed to swallow his undignified yelp when an ice-cold hand cuffed him over the head.

“And stop picking at your lip!” Mobei Jun snapped. It took Shang Qinghua a moment to register that he even was. Another unconscious habit - picking at his lips, worrying at the dead skin, peeling it away, over and over, sometimes only stopping when he’d taste blood.

As if summoned by his thoughts, something wet suddenly welled forth.

“Oh,” Shang Qinghua’s hand slowly fell away. “Sorry, my king,” he dutifully repeated, raising his hand back up to wipe the blood away, before a large, pale hand suddenly wrapped around his wrist, five strong fingers coiled to keep him in place. Shang Qinghua froze, and not just because of the icy touch.

“My king?”

When he looked up, he was shocked breathless. Mobei Jun’s eyes had gone dark.Pupil entirely eclipsed his frigid-blue irises, and Shang Qinghua suddenly got the bone-deep impression that he was staring into a fathomless abyss - or perhaps, more aptly, the eyes of a beast.

“My king….?” Shang Qinghua repeated, voice layered with nerves, when Mobei Jun still did not answer. Was Shang Qinghua’s blood really so unsightly? So offensive? He didn’t remember writing ice demons to have an aversion to human blood…..

In one swift movement, faster than he could blink, Mobei Jun dipped down and swept his tongue across Shang Qinghua’s bleeding lip. Shang Qinghua was too shocked to even flinch. Mobei Jun��s tongue, now flecked with sanguine, slithered back into his mouth and Mobei Jun’s lashes fluttered as his throat bobbed. A moment later his eyes flared as if incensed and he returned, this time capturing Shang Qinghua’s bottom lip in between his teeth. A whimper stole from Shang Qinghua’s mouth unbidden as razor-sharp teeth teased his stinging flesh. It wasn’t painful, but the threat that it could be set his blood alight. In fear! Definitely fear…..

Shang Qinghua swore what escaped from him next was a gasp of shock, and nothing at all like a moan as Mobei Jun began to suck. He could scarcely comprehend it, all at once wound taut as a bowstring yet going boneless, limp. Pliable under his king’s hands and his surprisingly deft ministrations. At the feeling of his own blood being pulled forth into Mobei Jun’s mouth, the strangest sensation overtook Shang Qinghua. It was not simply one thing. It was cold and hot. Fire and ice. Pain and the absence of it. No, there was something sharp tugging just behind his navel, like a fishhook was caught there, waiting to spill his guts. Was it fear…..? Unconsciously, his eyes fluttered shut.

At long last, Mobei Jun’s strangely warm mouth pulled away. Shang Qinghua opened his eyes, feeling dazed. Light-headed, though he was certain Mobei Jun couldn’t have drained that much blood. Drank, drank that much, because that’s what he had done, hadn’t he? He’d taken Shang Qinghua’s cut lip as if it were a chalice filled with wine and he’d…..he’d-

“Sweet,” Mobei Jun murmured, licking his lips. Shang Qinghua felt a lurch in his gut as if he were free-falling.

Had he really written demons to crave the taste of human blood….?

#scum villian self saving system #moshang #mobei jun #shang qinghua #svsss fanfiction #svsss

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ultramaga · 2 days ago

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"Zendaya and Zoe Saldana have more or less the same body type" True, but Zoe can act, which is why she could project the character through the mask.

Although frankly I do think Zoe was more beautiful in the face.

She seems a lot more genuine. Zoe also understands how to use her body. I don't recally images of Zendaya that match, say -

If big tits were my metric, then I'd be pushing

Spectacular bosoms are dime a dozen, but star qualities are rare.

"t I sure hope you weren't implying Halle Berry is getting remembered for any stellar performance" But she was - which is why that gif was uploaded to tumblr. I didn't do it. She was good at being sexy. She was wooden at other things. That's fine - plenty of movie stars had a niche.

Charles was mocked for decades because of his lack of range.

Another European success, was Sergio Leone's Spaghetti WesternOnce Upon a Time in the West where played one of the leads.[116] Bronson had turned down Leone prior to this film for the lead in 1964's A Fistful of Dollars.[117][118] In Italy, the film sold 8,870,732 tickets.[119] In the United States, it grossed $5,321,508,[120] from 3.7 million ticket sales.[121] It sold a further 14,873,804 admissions in France[122] and 13,018,414 admissions in Germany.[123] The film was selected for preservation in the United States National Film Registry by the Library of Congress as being "culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant".[124][125] The film is regarded as one of the greatest Westerns of all time and one of the greatest films of all time.[126][127][128][129] Leone called Bronson "the greatest actor I ever worked with".[130]: 123

Bronson could do one character very, very well.

"Personally, I still think her career is young." I disagree - she's 28. In what performance did she stand out in? 28 is pretty old for a starlet. Time's a'tickin'. She was a child actress, she did theatre, and yet - she made no impact. Who cries over her performance in Spiderman? Well, Spiderman fans who miss Mary Jane, but apart from them? I'd say Tom Holland's a better actor.

I had a look at the gifs uploaded to tumblr, which mostly consists of her target audience nowadays. She's got a lot of gifs, and pretty much the same expression in each one. Sullen, bored, maybe a bit sad about her career. She's not really emoting, which is fine for an action hero, who is stoic and cold, but she's supposed to be playing the sort of woman men would die for.

All those years, and what has she done that will be remembered?

She was given part after part because she had the right skin colour. That was it. She was the non-threatening, bland, not too black, not too different, not exotic, not imposing, not interesting, just generic milk chocolate, and she was smeared onto everything.

I couldn't stand Grace Jones, I never thought she was attractive, but man, there were moments where she was brilliant. Take Conan the Destroyer. She played Zula, a warrior who relied on skill rather than brute force.

She seriously looked the part. I'm not sure she was acting.

She was old, and still touring, and still getting attention because she knew how to be commanding.

Here's my prediction - Zendaya will continue to be in everything, and everything will continue to decline - until it stops and reverses. It can't continue. She's been put in big movies, but she cannot carry the weight of those roles. She's not hot enough, charismatic enough, versatile enough, in any way enough, to be a STAR.

You know who she reminds me of?

Tessa Thompson.

She was being shoved into everything for a while there. What is she in now? She just seems to have vanished. She was sleeping with top hollywood figures, and the casting couch seemed the only explanation for her career.

And then one day, she vanished. Her youth was gone. And Zendaya took her place.

Compare that to Rosario Dawson.

She was a sex bomb. I can't even show you some of the images she became famous for - full frontal nudity, or clever use of prosthetics, take your pic.

Look at that resume. That's a proper movie star, that is. Her looks faded, and she kept going. Do I think she's the best actress? Nope. But she is good enough, and was so gorgeous that she made her mark, and can coast on that for the rest of her life.

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There's clip after clip of Rosario Dawson, clips on endless loops across the world, because she didn't just look pretty, she didn't just have big boobs and a tight bod, but she could project sensuality, that was enough.

Zendaya? She just projects grey noise.

Now nobody can argue with aesthetics, you can say that mcdonald's thick shake is the best drink the Earth has produced, but I think - despite decades of training - Zendaya can not emote - she has nothing special in her voice or the way she moves, and if you find her sexy, so be it, but I think she's been carried for her whole life and the moment that support is gone ...

She'll be the girl who was in those movies, you know, the ones with ... uhhh .... she was big at the time....

I must've missed something bc can anyone tell me why everybody's talking about The Odyssey lately

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persephoneprice · 3 days ago

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gratitude for the new year

(inspired by @the-sun-and-the-sea)

over this past year, i have had so much fun on here with all of you. i appreciate everyone on here- the mutuals, the lurkers, the og trilogy fans that for some reason put up with the nonsense! all of you have made this year so much easier for someone who was struggling elsewhere in life <3

i hope we can all continue to be silly, fun, creative, and a little a lot unhinged into the next year. this fandom is such a lovely and supportive little corner. i’ve been inspired to do things i never thought i’d do- writing fanfiction, doing a fic exchange, unhinged cannibalism thoughts- the usual.

(under the cut for the gratitude things!)

- i want to start out by saying how much i appreciate anyone who sent me and ask over this past year! especially you my lovely anon friends! it’s been so much fun and in my…far too many years on tumblr i’ve never been able to interact with so many people! i cannot overstate how nice it is so have so many people will to engage about our silly little guys.

- i also want to say how much i appreciate the corso creatures discord as a whole! when we made it, i’m not going to lie, i really thought that would fizzle out quickly. so i’m so happy to see it thriving and everyone having fun on there together. thank you again, @coryo for helping make a place where can all truly be together and be ourselves!

now onto some people who have made this year so wonderful for me:

@the-sun-and-the-sea - i remember messaging you for the first time and honestly being so intimidated! you seemed like such a cool and popular blog + so many amazing fics and seemed wayyyy too cool to be talking to the weird tbosas girl. i couldn’t have been more wrong! you’re the sweetest, most genuine, and supportive person i’ve had the privilege of being friends with this year.

@felixravinstills - you have inspired me so much over the past year! before i started this blog i was so embarrassed by my interests and i felt so silly and stupid. then i met you, who was so talented and creative and insane about you little guy! and it made me feel more okay with being open about my little guys and to be a little weird about it! please forever stay the person you are <3

@fairyhagmother - my appalachian friend (in my head. you are one of us.) i was so, so excited when someone on here was so educated on appalachia and wanted to talk about it! i never would have thought at the time that in just a few months we could be talking about…coriolanus snow’s grandma’am and toxic yuri. i still think about that festus/pippa/liv ballet post you did btw. love u my friend.

@ylvisruinedmylife - hannah i couldn’t possibly fit how much i appreciate you into a post! i love bouncing off insane ideas with you and torturing hils together. i’m always amazed by how intelligent and creative and talented you are…and you’re still so friendly and supportive! your support, especially with my jessup nonsense, means the world. thank you for not killing you know who in you know what. i hope treemina never frees you.

@moreespressoformydepresso - fun fact: i also was lowkey intimidated by you for a while! imagine my surprise when you wanted to befriend me and dm and tell me about all of your fun aus! now, i couldn’t imagine my fandom experience without you. thank you for being so friendly and supportive and down to yap with me <3 you’ll never escape me 😤

@spiralling-thoughts - i love how you keep the tribute fandom alive and give so much life to all the minor tributes! you’re one of the first friends i had on here, and i really appreciate you sticking with my over this year! please always feel free to tell me all of your ideas, i love hearing them!

@majorsoapfan - AH you’re so sweet and talented! i love yapping with you in the dms and coming up with silly ideas! not to mention the absolute masterpieces of works you create!

@sparklebear11 - you fr are the maude ivory to my barb azure! you’re so silly and fun, please never change that about you. i hope the covey haunts you forever so you’ll stick around with us!

@keeperofsecretsunderthehill - i wish i had the creativity that you do! you’re always coming with such different, yet equally interesting, ideas! cranedove ceo always <3

@xtabithanala - not only did you create one of my favorite fics and help me love liv even more- you’re also so kind and supportive to me?? an angel! i hope we can talk more over this next year and get to know each other better!

i’m so looking forward to getting to know all of you guys better over this next year! @thatthingilovewith (can’t wait for more bobbin), @tumblingghosts (i miss yapping with you!, @meekmedea (always such a lovely presence but i’d love to talk to you more!), @little-de-vil (please keep yapping about the d2 lore in my dms forever), @ilovepersephoneprice (pippa friend!!!! we have so much more yapping to do!), @vampirehizzies (my mizzen sized mutual that i am so proud of!), @solar-halos (love u girlie let’s yap more), @mr-nauseam (you’re a great friend and your kindness and patience is amazing!), @ritalinrae (let’s yap more!), @threestargirls (i’m so looking forward to yapping with you in the new year!), @mollywog (we don’t often interact but i love when we do- i still think about that playground thing you said!), @jinglebellpeppre (how have we not yapped together about miz?), @julietasgf (talented artist queen) <3

if i forgot some please feel free to yell at me and i’ll tell you how much i appreciate you and why

(honorary mention to bel who i miss dearly)

have a lovely new year everyone <3

#lily rambles #new year gratitude #sorry for once again being annoying and telling u all how much i love u but. I DO.

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izzyy-stuff · 2 days ago

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i want to request a short story :)

star gazing with Soobin! Two astrologers that were interested in constellations since high school <3 The way his eyes reflect the stars and how it makes him seem even more ethereal than usual. The moon shining on his skin, and you just couldn’t be more in love. Preferably a best friends to lovers trope? Maybe slightly angsty but majority fluff. Astronomical romance 💘 maybe nsfw at the end 🤭

CONGRATS ON 300 IZZY 😋💕💕 well deserved!!

𝐒𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 - 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍

bsf!Soobin x fem!reader

in which after going for a few drinks with his friend, Soobin feels bolder than usual as he goes out with you at night to watch the sky

wc 1.1k

warnings kissing, soobin is a bit drunk, and he is clingy

↪ izzy speaks... honestly not sure how I feel about this. I think it could have turned out better if I tried some more, but I'm not that into astrology, constellations on anything so this was really just a way for me to walk around these topics and still write something cute This is NOT proofread!

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“Come on!” You grab your best friend’s hand, trying to drag him out of his bed. He is too heavy for you to do so, though. You sigh, your hands on your waist now as you stare him up and down. “Do I have to? I’m tired.”

“Soobin, come on! It’s the full moon! We promised to watch it together!” You remind him, and he groans. He doesn’t protest anymore, though, and gets up, walking over to his chair to grab a hoodie. “Here, wear this, or you’ll freeze to death,” he mumbles, throwing the piece of clothing your way. You catch it, biting back your own smile as you look at the hoodie he wore today. “What about you? Aren’t you going to freeze to death now?” He rolls his eyes at you, grabbing his jacket to make you happy before he pushes you out of his room.

It’s been a long day for Soobin. First, his boss decided to make everything his problem today for some reason, so he had to fix everything after his colleagues. Then, Yeonjun insisted on having to go out with him for drinks to celebrate the new model offer he got, and now, when he finally thought he could rest, you showed up with the annoyingly adorable smile of yours he just couldn’t say no to.

“I might fall asleep once we sit down,” Soobin mumbles, following you out of his house. You sigh, turning around to face him. “Should we just stay in your garden then?” you offer, feeling bad for dragging him out of bed now that you notice his tired eyes. “No, we should do it properly. I don’t mind walking some more to get to our spot,” he shakes his head, but you don’t believe a word he says. You grab his hand, ignoring the startled look on his face as you lead the way towards his garden instead. Who cares where you’ll watch the stars from as long as you’re with him?

Soobin smiles as he watches you lead the way, his eyes glued to your connected hands. Maybe it was because he was tired—or maybe the result of drinking so much—because all of sudden, he was feeling more bold than normally. Squeezing your hand in his was just the first step, but as you sit down on the grass in his hoodie, still holding his hand, he feels all the drinks he had tonight work their magic on him when he leans closer to you, resting his head on your shoulder.

You chuckle at his action, unable to let go of his hand for some reason. It just feels right.

“Look!” You point at the sky, making him raise his head just slightly to see what you want to show him. “You should wish for something. It’s a falling star,” a smile creeps up your lips as he hums against your neck. “I wish…” he starts, sitting up properly to get closer to your ear. As he is about to continue, though, you turn your head to face him, your eyes widening when you find yourself so close to him that one wrong movement would make you kiss. “You shouldn’t say your wish out loud,” you mumble, swallowing a lump in your throat as you gaze into his eyes. He chuckles when he sees your red face, something in him finding joy in teasing you. “I wish to go to sleep,” he finishes, smirking when he sees your eyes fall down. Your expression gives away everything he needs to know, and he backs away.

“Right,” you breathe out, quickly shaking your head to snap out of your thoughts and turn towards the sky again. You freeze when you feel your best friend’s arms wrap around you, his hot breath landing on the back of your neck. “I’m going to rest for a bit. Tell me when you see anything interesting,” he mumbles, his head falling on your shoulder again. “Soobin,” you exhale, your breath shaking as his cold fingers land on your waist. “Hm?”

“Nothing,” you shake your head slightly when his tired voice reaches your ear. You’re not sure what is going on through his head at the moment, but you don’t really care either. You don’t mind staying like this for a while.

“Soobin.” He opens his eyes when he hears you calling out to him, holding you tighter as he snuggles closer to you. It sends shivers down your spine. “We should get back. You are asleep.” He shakes his head, blinking a few times to get his eyes to focus again before he looks up. “You wanted to see the full moon and look at the stars. We should stay,” he disagrees with you. You hold his hands in yours, raising them up so you can move. You turn around to face him, meeting his eyes. “It’s fine, binnie. We can watch the sky another day,” you assure him, cupping his cheek. A soft chuckle leaves your lips as you mess up his hair, and he groans. “Let’s go back inside.”

“My wish first,” he proclaims, making you frown in confusion. “My wish isn’t to go to sleep,” he shakes his head, your cheeks turning red again as you think back to the moment before, remembering how close you were to each other. “Then what is it?” You ask, the sheepish smile on his face making you nervous. “To get this girl I like to realize I’ve been in love with her.” He wonders if he will regret his confession in the morning when he is completely sober and in the right mind, but his worries disappear as he watches you hesitantly reach for his hand. “Do I know her?” He nods, and the nervousness builds up in you.

Soobin shakes his head as he watches you open your mouth and close it again, squeezing your hand in his to make you focus on him. “Come here so I don’t have to pretend anymore,” he encourages you, smiling as you lean closer to him, copying your movement until he is as close to you as minutes ago. “I’m in love with you. Do with the information what you need,” he mumbles, and you don’t hesitate anymore, connecting your lips with his.

The taste of alcohol on his lips makes you think about if any of this would happen if he was sober, if you weren’t rushing into things that weren’t supposed to happen yet, but as his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer, you stop thinking about everything. You don’t care. You’re just happy to be there, finally getting the wish you’ve been hoping for since you met him for the first time in high school.

“I might be in love with you too,” you mumble, pushing him to the ground as you move to sit on his stomach, leaning down to kiss him again. The moment couldn’t be better.

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reckoning1187 · 21 hours ago

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A thought I had…

What is Joker’s purpose for doing what he does? He’ll go on and on about “getting what he wants”, but what is he actually after? Fun? Chaos?

I don’t think it’s purely any of that, though he does take some pleasure in them. I think what he wants is for Batman to react. To break his moral code, to kill someone. Maybe to become someone akin to himself, even if it takes the Joker *himself* dying to achieve it. He wants to push Batman so far that he breaks.

Take some of Joker’s very first schemes and heists into consideration: he wasn’t having fun. He didn’t care if he succeeded in robbing a bank— didn’t care about the money or the fame much.

Joker is highly intelligent. He can create any device to suit his needs and can manipulate others very well. His ability to predict outcomes is incredible. Of course he’s bored! He doesn’t have something or someone to compete with. Even revealing his face and his name can’t give anyone an advantage against him. Until Batman comes along.

This man, also gadgety, intelligent and into theatrics (c’mon the whole bat-theme is a BIT dramatic), is probably the closest to his level he’s ever met. Obviously he declares Batman his rival.

Later, Joker obsesses over Batman to the point that he makes challenges that ONLY Batman can solve. To test him, see how he fares, and sees how he responds to different things. He wants to see how he works.

He doesn’t really care who Batman is under the cowl, because

1. Because it doesn’t really matter to him. And let’s be honest, he’s probably already figured out that it’s Bruce Wayne. He simply hasn’t revealed Batman’s true identity because it would take away his playmate. Batman is the kind of guy who would willingly go to prison (as long as there weren’t any rabid criminals loose at the moment).

2. He’s more interested in Batman’s mind and his ambitions.

Later in their stories, Joker almost EXCLUSIVELY targets Batman. Even if his schemes seem random or completely unrelated, his endgame is for Batman to confront him. Joker is testing Batman’s morality. Obviously Joker doesn’t care too much about casualties, but he *knows* it affects his rival. In some of Joker’s biggest schemes and crimes, he hurts or kills hundreds of innocents, or a person that is close to Batman himself.

(-SPOILER AHEAD for ‘Batman: Death in the Family’ and ‘Batman: Under the Red Hood’ and the aligning comics-) Skip to the “End of Spoiler” if you need to.

For example, Joker kidnaps Jason (Robin at the time) with an obvious goad for Batman to come after them. He beats Jason BRUTALLY— but not for fun or for his sadism, but to make Batman react. He kills Jason with the explosion, moments from when Batman could’ve saved his Robin. He WANTS Batman to be angry.

(-END OF SPOILER-)

Joker wants Batman to be pushed so far that he breaks his moral code— so that he breaks his spirit. And *Joker* wants to be the one to do it.

Through all of his testing, all of his trials, Joker truly thinks of Batman as his *one rival*, the only person who could even compete with him, let alone possibly beat him.

And even if Joker *is* killed in the process, he still wins, in his mind. HE is the one to make Batman fall. HE is the one to break him. He wins.

Anyway. Was writing something and this came to mind. I’ve been a DC fan foreverrrrrr and haven’t had anyone to rant this to that will understand wtf I’m going on about. Happy writing! (Or thinking, if I managed to break your brain. Whoops.)

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geekgirles · 1 day ago

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In Defence of Beauty Marked

I've been giving it some thought, and I feel that nowadays we judge Beauty Marked too harshly instead of acknowledging it had flaws and virtues. Maybe we even focus on the wrong flaws.

From what I've seen, the episode's main criticism seems to be its heavy-handed message on feminism, especially how the writers use Sam to deliver it. To be precise, people dislike that Sam signed herself up for a contest she had no interest in just to make a point, which I've often seen was perceived as an example of her "not being like other girls" and looking down on more traditionally feminine things like beauty pageants.

While I admit this issue could have been solved by simply making the pageant mandatory and Sam rebelling against something that was imposed against her will, the truth is, Sam's as much of a proactive character as a reactive one, so it makes sense for her to go out of her way to make a point. So the fact that it was a voluntary event really worked against Sam's point in the first place.

I also have the feeling the Phandom's less forgiving reaction towards this episode might be a result of how, in recent years, more and more people have begun to denounce how femininity is often vilified in media. A campaign that I 100% support!

After all, beauty pageants are vilified for the wrong reasons, more so in the 2000s, where most shows featuring them either played it straight (Jake Long, Pucca, The Fairy Odd Parents), or had one of the characters denounce it as sexist (aside from Danny Phantom, Shake It Up also comes to mind). Now, I must admit I'm not their biggest fan either, but at least I understand beauty queens aren't inherently vapid idiots (for all I know, they can be wonderful people and have a degree in astrophysics), and focus my vitriol towards all the abuse happening backstage (pageant parents are a special kind of evil). However, in itself, beauty pageants aren't necessarily a bad thing, just a different kind of competition.

Just like there's nothing wrong with having more tomboyish interests, characters (and real-life people) who care about "girly" hobbies still have a right to exist outside of being the butt of some joke or the writers' punching bag. After all, we're people. We have layers and contradictions and that's beautiful.

I, myself, happen to be a hopeless romantic who loves dresses and skirts, and shopping for bargains, and cute and adorable things. But at the same time, I can be pretty foul-mouthed, I love myself some badass and even gory action scenes, I love weird animals as much as "cute" ones, and I prefer sneakers over heels any day of the week.

However, I feel people tend to misplace this sentiment onto Sam, seeing her as a proponent on "classical" femininity being bad. And they seem to treat this episode as proof, even though that's not what's going on at all.

Without going on too much of a tangent, the thing about Sam is that she's actually quite feminine herself. It's just that the Angry Goth Aesthetic and her design sometimes eclipse that. Ironically, her design also highlights that feminity.

Out of the major teenage girls in the show, the only ones wearing a skirt are both Sam and Valerie, just like they're also the most accesorised ones—with Sam wearing a choker and a bracelet on each wrist, and Valerie wearing her headband, necklace, earrings, and bracelets. And would you look at that! The girls whose designs include some of the most feminine elements also happen to be the ones spending their free time kicking ghost butt!

Layers, people!

Even outside from that, Sam's also been shown to have other girly traits or interests: even if she was embarrassed to admit it (which is normal for 14-year-olds), she was looking forward to the homecoming dance; she has great sympathy for living creatures (mostly plants and animals), and AGIT went as far as to confirm she's a horse girl; she's usually seen with an adorable plushie spider backpack and bat slippers; she has great maternal instincts and the potential to be a very doting and loving mum...

Her problem with the pageant wasn't that it was feminine. In fact, at no point does she look down on the other girls for wanting to participate in it (she only got mad at Paulina for giving her a make-over that wasn't her style, and the feeling was very much mutual). Deep down, moments of hypocrisy aside, Sam understands that every girl has her way of being herself, which is something Dora openly mocked her for.

Sam was against the pageant not because she doesn't like girly things, but because Dora had quite openly stated how she intended to strip the girls of their agency in order to mould them into perfect little princesses—which we later learned actually meant turning them into submissive, mindless drones for her brother to marry.

Dora: Well, here's a statement. (holds a hand out towards Sam, standing beside her.) It says I'll never win in this outfit." Sam glares at Dora and puts her hands on her hips. Dora: Still, Ms. Manson has a point. (She walks towards the girls, now all standing in a row.) You girls are unique individuals with strong opinions and independent minds. Sam: You're darn right we are. Dora: It's my job to make you forget that and mold you into happy little princesses. (She smiles with her hands clasped together)

The point of the episode wasn't "femininity is bad", rather "objectifying women is bad".

A message which was exemplified all throughout the episode through the boys' actions, something that actually annoyed all girls, not just Sam, right off the bat, as soon as Dora announced she'd be appointing one of them as a judge.

To be completely honest, something I haven't really seen many people talk about is the absolutely horrendous attitude Tucker and Danny adopted during this episode. I hate to say this, because I love them both dearly, but they were such pigs! Literally the only one who acted as less of a feminist than these two this episode was Aragon, and that's because being a misogynist is his whole shtick.

While it's framed as they getting carried away because they're finally popular with the girls, it still doesn't change the fact that Danny and Tucker spent almost the entire episode (or the entirety of it, in the latter's case) reaping the benefits their new position as pageant judge (and his best friend) to get special treatment and dates out of the contestants.

Doesn't that sound eerily familiar?

A judge (and his best friend) abusing his position to get favours and dates with beautiful girls, who in turn only accept because they hope in doing so they'll get first place.

With the rise of the #MeToo movement, that can get uncomfortable to watch. I mean, even if it was clearly meant to be a humourous moment, Danny literally snapped his fingers to get the girls to act as his bodyguards and to sic them on Dash.

It really says something when the most chivalrous guy this episode was Dash. No, seriously. Even if he clearly wanted payback from Danny hogging all the girls all week, he at least came to their defence when Danny seemingly chose Sam as the winner the first time. An action which, even though we as the audience know isn't what happened, can easily be interpreted as Danny playing favourites with his best friend, yet still be shameless enough to extort dates and favours from the rest of the contestants.

That is definitely not a good look.

I guess what I mean to say with all this is that, while Beauty Marked is far from flawless and didn't exactly pass the test of time, its message and Sam's involvement in it is actually one of the few things that aren't all that bad.

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calware · 19 hours ago

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I am getting back into HS because of you! I actually have been thinking about it for a bit... Something I've been feeling recently though, is the idea that my interpretations, my works, my views of these characters could not reasonably sit next to others', whose are all more nuanced, more in-depth and researched... but I really enjoy your takes, and I'm gradually understanding tjat even if I'm not a true Halwarrior, or a Jake Jingler, I can still make meaningful works with these characters even if I don't know Every detail of them or nuanced perspective on them. I suppose I feel like my output in the fandom, in relation to canon, has been lackluster! It's been almost 10 years since I got into Homestuck, and even now I blank on vital stuff... but I really appreciate your takes and art and creations, because it makes me feel more at ease and intrigued by things I don't fully comprehend (like how I've read the comic 5 times and still feel like a bucket of mud after reading the dialogue boxes more than 2 sentences LOL), rather than hesitant to create. I hope this all makes sense, it's kinda like I'm typing whatever comes to mind right now. But all in all, thank you. I've had my fair share of rough times in this fandom, but I love it dearly. And even though we don't know each other, I'm glad there is somebody like you out there. Stay strong, and have a wonderful new year.

hi thank you for taking the time to write this all out it makes me really happy to hear that you're getting back into hs :)!! i definitely know what you are feeling and often feel the same way, i see a lot of people who have been around the scene much longer than me who've done a lot of thinking & writing about the story who have much more interesting & well thought-out things to say compared to me. but i think of the two cakes theory and remember that we all have something unique to contribute! i don't really think there's such thing as a "lackluster" contribution to fandom because there's no requirement to contribute to fandom at all. even if you wanted to just sit back and see what others do, or not even engage at all, there's nothing wrong with that. this is not a class that we are trying to get a good grade in, it's a community of fans that we all engage with because it's supposed to be fun and enjoyable. i share my thoughts because i would explode if i didn't get them out and i like to draw little things because it's my way of expressing my love of this comic. even if i may disagree with people from time to time (frankly, i think my new year's resolution should be to be less of a hater), i still like to hear other people's perspectives and interpretations, and what really makes the hs fandom stand out to me is the community i'm part of where we can exchange our thoughts and ideas

i am so glad to hear that you enjoy the things i make because i love sharing them with others and it makes me happy to know that it makes other people happy too. if you want to contribute, don't hold yourself back :) and i hope you have a great new year as well!

#ask #polynyapaws #btw. NOT over jake jingler #new term has been added to my vocabulary

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kroovv · 11 hours ago

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previous anon here: dorian's predatory business practices are a lot like wattpad's if you know anything about that—they pocket a huge portion of the proceeds for every VN they publish and only give very few pennies to the actual authors, essentially using other people's work to line their own pockets, while pretending to provide a great platform for artists. Last I heard they also have terms that say whatever you upload to them becomes their property IP. it's the kind of situation where they convince artists its the easiest option for publishing a VN, when in reality there are other ways that are just as or even more simple that allow u to keep full ownership of ur work. I also have a grudge against them specifically because they bought up an indie VN studio that I was a fan of, put previously free stuff behind a paywall and otherwise ran it into the ground, and their social media people were very unprofessional and sent threatening messages to fans for making fan content.

Renpy takes some learning, but it's really simple once you know how it works. And besides renpy there are other VN engines that are even simpler (Unity even has a VN library called Fungus thats very simple and straightforward to use) TyranoBuilder is also a popular one. As for chapters, there are absolutely people on itchio updating their VNs a chapter at a time, although i dont know if its in the way youd want; pushing each separate chapters as updates to the main game, or releasing each chapter as a separate game come to mind as options.

(i'd honestly even offer to convert the game to renpy for you since ive been working extensively with renpy for the past 2 years and am very familiar with it and how to work it, if it meant i could save one artist from the clutches of dorian, but that feels too much like overstepping 😅)

So i am not sure if maybe they have changed things, but with games self published to them they own 0% of that IP so I will own Gravehearts 100% only if they where to buy it from me then they’d own it but i personally do not see that happening lmao. From what i understand about it is it is like Webtoons but for VNs anyone can upload to it but they still own it like how i still own Horizon Walkers even though it’s on Webtoons and Tapas. They do take a % of what you make so that is why I would love to also have my own app or game on itch as well!

I have a decent following for my artwork but who knows what that vendiagram is for people who like VNs is, so if i where to publish the game somewhere by itself i don’t know how well it would do because I don’t know if i have the audience for it, also i don’t know if people would even see it when i post about it cause social media sucks. So like posting HW to webtoons so that people who read comics might see it that’s what I am kind of hoping for with posting Gravehearts to Dorian.

Again with Gravehearts i own it 100%, with publishing games there you can chose when and where people pay for things, and people do paywall love interests and main story stuff but i fully do not intend to do that because it is ✨shitty✨. So I will not be putting any main story or love interests behind paywalls the only thing I would do as paid stuff are optional scenes with a character where you can get a nice full art piece of them from it! (Im also trying to figure out if i could put some kind of code on the image so people can download high res versions of it as phone wallpapers! So you’re actually paying for something more tangible)

However like i said previously i would love to make my own app for it, or something like an app or on itch, but i could maybe try do it in tangent with Dorian, so people who don’t want to support them can still support the story somewhere else! But it might take a little while for me to be able to do something like that because it’d be learning a whole bunch of new stuff and it is just me but I will do my best 👍

#also dont worry about converting anything tho it is very kinda of you to offer!#the only things i have set up for chapter 1 rn is the script and a few sprites #also i can just stop posting to Dorian any time i like like im not contracted with them or anything #so even if i post a few chapters there #and then decide i dont like it i can leave

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justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms · 2 days ago

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Hii! I was wondering if you could do some headcanons on being in a relationship with some Tokyo Debunker boys.. Specifically Ritsu, Ren, Yuri, Lyca, Haru, and Towa, Ive been in love with these guys lately so I would appreciate it. Please and thank you 🫶

Hi! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I hope you like the headcanons!

Fandom: Tokyo Debunker

Characters: Ritsu Shinjo, Ren Shiranami, Yuri Isami, Lyca Colt, Haru Sagara, Towa Otonashi x gn! Reader (separate)

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What's it like being a relationship with them?

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Being in a relationship with Ritsu means looking the other way when he’s doing something potentially morally questionable. He means well but doesn’t always consider the social implications of his actions.

Dating him also means being reasonably good with words so you can smooth over any arguments that may arise. If you’re not the best at that sort of thing, don’t worry. You will be soon.

At the same time, Ritsu is one of the most attentive people you’ve ever come across. And if you’re in a relationship with him, that will only increase.

He’d do anything to make sure you’re happy and comfortable with him. And he’ll jump at the opportunity to defend you if anyone dares say anything mean about you. In his mind, they’re objectively wrong anyway so it’s his job to correct them.

Having Ritsu as your boyfriend is a wild ride but you’ll never doubt the care he puts into making sure you know just how much he loves you.

Being in a relationship with Ren is a struggle sometimes. He’s not exactly the most socially adept, especially when it comes to keeping relationships so you’ll have to be patient with him.

You’ll spend a lot of time playing video games and watching movies with him so hopefully you like that sort of thing. He likes having your company, even if he’ll never say it.

You’ll also be the only person he actually wants to visit him while he’s at work in the diner. He likes being able to look up from his phone every once in a while and see you sitting at the corner booth waving at him.

Slowly breaking down his walls is going to be a challenge but if there’s anyone Ren trusts to do it, it’s you. He’ll slowly learn to let you in and see the version of himself he tries to hide from others.

Having Ren as your boyfriend is freeing. You can both be yourselves around each other without needing to worry about strange interests or mean comments.

Being in a relationship with Yuri means being able to look past his bluster to see the person he really is. It also means getting to see the real Yuri and loving him regardless.

You’re going to learn about his insecurities if you’re dating him which might be a shock at first. He doesn’t let his walls down for just anyone so if he starts showing you his true self, it’s a sure sign that he trusts you deeply.

He is going to request your help with his experiments a lot, so be prepared for that. You don’t have to be smart but he is going to talk to you as if you are. Just nod along and hand him tools when he asks for them.

Yuri often needs someone to talk to about his ideas and you’re that person for him. He’s surprisingly good at listening to your problems and ideas as well. You’re each other’s sounding board.

Having Yuri as your boyfriend is a more caring environment than you might think. He really does love you and even though he knows he can be abrasive sometimes, he’ll do what he can to make sure you know how he feels.

Being in a relationship with Lyca means always learning and evolving, both as an individual and as part of a couple. He’s still learning the ropes and it would mean a lot to him if you did the same.

You’re going to have some strange courting rituals, that’s for sure. Lyca thinks he knows how to date someone but that might be very different to how you would imagine it. The best thing is to just go with the flow.

There will be a really strong sense of mutual protection in your relationship. If anyone speaks badly of you, Lyca’s stepping up to defend you. And he would be honoured if you do the same for him.

Since he’s still learning about life, he would love it if you share your favourite things with him. Whether it’s food, tv shows, or hobbies, he enjoys learning about the things you like.

Having Lyca as your boyfriend is a nurturing environment where you’re always learning from each other.

Being in a relationship with Haru means there’s never going to be a dull moment. He’s always busy and would be delighted if you joined him on his odd jobs.

You’re going to be unofficially married as soon as you start dating. He takes relationships very seriously and has to hold himself back from telling people you’re soulmates.

In the same manner, you’ll also be a parent to the anomalies of Jabberwock. He’s already their dad so they see you as their other parent. And Haru feels the same way.

You can’t be in a relationship with Haru and not develop a good eye for discounts and bargains. It’s second nature to him and it’s going to rub off on you as well.

Having Haru as your boyfriend is fun but it’s also more loving than you could imagine. It’s like being part of a caring family.

Being in a relationship with Towa is fun. There’s no other way of describing it. You never really know what’s going to happen next but you know it will be exciting.

You’re going to be gifted flowers a lot more than you would expect. Everytime you see him it’s a new bunch. And if you’re allergic, they’re going to be fake flowers. He doesn’t want to make your allergies act up.

Stargazing dates are a must. Towa already likes looking at the stars but getting to do that knowing you’re beside him is even better.

He’s going to drag you around a lot, taking you to places you never would have found by yourself. He loves exploring with you and finding places known only to you two.

Having Towa as your boyfriend is an adventure. You’re going to experience a lot of things but you’ll experience them together.

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I dont know if it’s something youve been asked before, and i dont know how to really phrase my thoughts. But whats it like working in like environmental things well disabled? Have you met many, or any, other disabled people in the field? I’m 16, and ever since I was little I’ve had so much passion for environmental education in particular, and it was a field I wanted to go into for a long time. Sadly it seems like my body has other plans, I’m currently at a point where I might have to drop out of highschool because managing class and disability is too much, and so college feels impossible. And when it was mostly mental stuff I had thought about maybe joining americorps or something because it looked like they’ll take people with a ged and then I could still do work I care about, but I’ve only ever met one physically disabled person doing anything related to the environment and stuff (there’s a person with leg braces and a service dog who works at the local aquarium) so I never really get a chance to ask about this stuff

so idk, sorry if I’m rambling a lot and hard to understand. If it makes you feel any better I’ve cornered every environmental educator I’ve met the last year or so (and I go to a project based environmental charter school thing, so I meet a lot) and asked them a lot of questions too. Especially since my school encourages us to think about future careers and what skills we need

so idk, I want to know. What’s it like? Is it hard? What did you have to do to get the job you have now? Do you regret it, would you choose something different if you could go back? Do you have any advice?

I hope you’re having an ok day, and that I’m not too annoying, and thank you if you even took the time to read this far. -🌱

no no don't apologize, this is exactly what this blog is for. When I started my journey I couldn't find any outspoken disabled environmentalists or any resources for people like us. So I started this blog to compile resources and share what I've learned as my career has progressed. I want everyone regardless of physical or mental state to be able to pursue their passions in environmental science and conservation.

Honestly, this field has a long way to go still. Even big institutions like the Smithsonian haven't quite figured it out yet. But there is definitely a shift happening. I've been seeing so many more disabled young people interested in this field and its amazing. I saw another physically disabled student at the Smithsonian conservation biology institute when I visited as an alum a few weeks ago, and I believe I was one of if not the first person to attend as a wheelchair user (yeah they didn't know what to do with me 😮‍💨) I had a professor who directly singled me out for being a wheelchair user so you will unfortunately run into some bigots in this field.

However the federal government (im assuming you are in the US so apologies if you're not) especially during the Biden administration has been ramping up its hiring of Schedule A employees. Schedule A allows you to circumvent the competitive process through the WRP (workplace recruitment program) once you've graduated college (or GED). Schedule A can be provided by a doctor or disability counselor (My DARS office did mine, love DARS: it's free and every state has one). My manager is HOH as well as one of my new coworkers and I was of course recently hired by the EPA as well. The EPA is probably the most disability friendly place to work in our field, if not anywhere. It has its issues but I've been pretty much over-accommodated instead of under (sad I consider the minimum accommodations to feel excessive).

Here's some of the things I've learned so far:

1. My biggest advice to anyone your age wanting to get into this field is to volunteer volunteer volunteer!! You are most likely at a time where you can afford to work for free. Most environmental internships are unpaid unless you have prior experience with the organization. Try out a bunch of different experiences to find out what you like the most. I never would have thought I'd be a bug person until I did my first invertebrate stream assessment. I got into environmental science late in my college career so it took me a lot longer to figure out what I wanted to do. Get as much experience as you can while you are still supported by your parents and don't have to worry about things like rent or bills. Some organizations are trying to change this so people from lower incomes can still have the same opportunities, but it still has a ways to go. Notably zookeepers have to work either for free or for dirt cheap for a couple years before they get hired full time.

2. Be prepared to lose out on your dream job due to your disability(s). I'm going to be frank and not spout any of that "you can do anything you put your mind to" bullshit. Yes, most things CAN be done by anyone with the right accommodations, but in a field where a large percentage of the work is done physically, you will be unable to do some types of jobs. I'm not saying it's impossible to get your dream job with disabilities, but it's a very common experience for us. For example, I looked into working on a boat. In a perfect world, I'd be given limitless accommodations and time to rest but on a boat that is extremely difficult. You can't take sick days whenever you need them. This was the same thing I had to realize when I was offered my dream job in my dream location: A stream specialist field technician for the USGS in Portland Oregon. I absolutely loved working in the field, and yes there are many of us who do/did fieldwork using mobility aids. I miss fieldwork everyday. But I had to turn it down. I knew deep down I couldn't handle it, having scheduled in advance field excursions that I couldn't postpone, having to hike in difficult terrain in remote locations, even moving across the entire country, at least at the time, was improbable. I was barely holding on at my field job where I did have safety nets. I just couldn't justify the financial and physical strain as well as the risk if I wasn't able to do the job and became unemployed. It broke my heart to give it up and I'm still grieving. But I do enjoy my current job and it lets me prioritize my health. No longer do I just work and sleep because work would take up all my spoons. I've been drawing and gaming and spending more time with loved ones. It is an unfortunate fact of life that sometimes what we want isn't what we need. Being disabled means that sometimes we have to make hard decisions that abled people don't ever have to think about. It's part of the grieving process for those of us who were abled at some point. I can't speak on what it's like for those with lifelong disabilities from birth, but I know its hard for them too.

3. Ok yeah 2 was a huge bummer, but here's where it gets better: When one door with stairs closes, a door with a ramp opens. There will be other opportunities. This field isn't just fieldwork despite what most people think. You don't have to be a super strong ranger that can hike 20 miles in a day without breaking a sweat to do environmental work. The field needs people who take what the guys outside collect and analyze it, research it, visualize it, present on it, take care of it, write about it, archive it, make art of it, etc etc etc. There are so many organizations that need people who can do data analysis and administration. Working at a desk doesn't make you less of an environmentalist. Plus that's not all, you can work in a lab or work with smaller creatures like bugs or herps or fish or you could do botany or geology! You don't need to be able to go out and get them yourself to work with them. Being able to save energy during my workday allows me to pursue my passions like collecting bugs and swimming. I can volunteer with citizen science projects or conservation orgs and still do fieldwork, but because its not a job I can do it when I feel up to it, I don't have to push myself to keep going because I'm worried about being fired. I currently work as a data analyst for the EPA and I work mostly from home so I can do my work without suffering. Yea data analysis isn't my favorite thing in the world but your job doesn't have to be. Sometimes a job is something that makes you money so you can do your passions outside of it. But I am happy the work I do supports something I am passionate about (supporting states so they can clean up more sites and thus have cleaner water).

4. You'll have to learn how to advocate for yourself. Push against boundaries. Explore your options. Especially with doctors. You know yourself best, don't let anyone else define your boundaries for you, even me. If someone says you can't do something because of your disability, but you know that you actually can, tell them and be assertive about it. Many of us are seen as abrasive and rude, but to be a disabled person in a very abled centered world you gotta be. Don't let anyone hold you back because THEY feel uncomfortable. My coworkers at my old job were worried for me when I showed up to work with my crutches for the first time. But it actually made me BETTER at stream assessments (having four legs means you don't slip as much). I could do it even if I needed to take breaks and use mobility aids. Nowadays it's too much for me to be doing that but at the time it was within my limits. And sometimes, you'll overestimate yourself and end up flaring or hurting yourself. It's okay to make mistakes, it doesn't make you a bad person. At first you'll push through too much but as you learn your body's limits you'll get better at managing your disability. And sometimes a great memory is worth a week-long flare up. Its for YOU to decide what you can do.

That's all I can think of for now, I should probably get ready for bed soon. But just remember, there are more of us than they think and we can be capable, productive, and a benefit to the environmental movement no matter our ability or skills.

If you have anymore specific questions, or just need to talk, I'm always available (even if I might take a while to reply).

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