#i swear i didn't mean to get philosophical at the end there

[snickerdoodlles]

*sheds off the week* at last i can get back to my proper job: crying about cute characters online

(and jic the reply didn't go through, no worries about the post!! i wasn't annoyed at all, i love doing long thought rambles like these!! but i'm also pretty bad at tone regulators, particularly through text, so i apologize if i ever come off as curt--i don't mean to be rude or unkind in any way, it's mostly a combination of me trying to properly articulate my thoughts and a low spoon count that's divided between tone modulation and writing out my thoughts > <)

anyways! onwards with character thoughts, under a 'read more' since i ramble 😂;

(*heads up, the rambles are mostly kimchay related--they are definitely my favorite kids lol. i think we pretty much agree on Phayu/Rain and i don't mean to completely lose track of them, but the kimchay thoughts are really interesting to me and i'm having a lot of fun digging into them ❤)

i still think we're slightly missing each other when it comes to our points on emotional maturity re kimchay? which is partially me, or at least i see now something i could've articulated better--when i said Chay's an adult, i didn't mean he was done growing. we're always growing. but he's already had to figure a lot of himself out in a way a young adult typically does. like you brought up, i also changed a ton between 17 and 21 years old--but that's because i was figuring out how to look after me, what sort of person i was outside of everyday familial influences, which responsibilities i prioritized instead of my parents' priorities and i had the space to do that for the first time in my life. there's always more growing to do as a person and we all change, no matter which age, but like. to go back to that example, i changed way more as a person those first 3 years after high school than i did the 5 years following those. honestly, i changed so much just those first 2 years that i can barely remember that person. and again, it's just that thing of figuring out what i prioritize, what i value, what i want from life, vs what i thought my parents wanted. and it wasn't like i was consciously thinking "oh, what would mom do?" before that, there was just so much subconscious stuff that i had picked up from my parents that i hadn't even realized i'd internalized until i had that independence/space to just be me.

so with Chay, there's a lot about himself that he's already figured out. there's still tons to discover, obviously, but he's grounded in a way that a lot of teenagers typically aren't. a 17yo and a 21yo dating isn't weird. i don’t even mean in terms of 'law' or 'culture', i mean it's genuinely not odd to me because 4 years is not a big age difference? i do tend to doubt the relationship will last long, but that's just because i see both parties growing at different rates and they can grow into different people in a short period of time. it's not really an age thing (imo), it's a growing rate/self-discovery thing.

tumblr posts are a bad spot to discuss life philosophies so i'll bring it back to characters lol, but this is part of why Chay and Kim feel so rock solid to me. i'm struggling to explain what i mean exactly, but this is also part of what i meant by emotional maturity--that they've individually settled into themselves and they're both grounded in a way a lot of 17 and 21yos aren't. their circumstances are buck wild, but they themselves aren't. a better way to explain this will probably come after i hit 'reblog' lol, but i'm currently coming back to my analysis that Kim and Chay's relationship tension is primarily external, with very little internal drama. in isolation, they're very lowkey and just mesh really well because they both know what they want (even when Kim's trying to deny himself), but drama enters when their circumstances are strained, such as Kim panicking when his mafia family got more involved in both their lives or Chay’s capacity to deal with emotional upheaval gets reached (like in ep12). and this very compatible meshing is due in part to factors like relatable life experiences, but also they aren't trying to figure out so much about their individual selves alongside figuring out how to act in a relationship.

(which, i suppose if i do want to bring back the original context of this post, is another part of why Phayu/Rain makes me frown. Phayu knows who he is and what he wants, Rain is very much at the start of it. and that's basically how their first episode goes, which is also why it comes off as so...i hesitate to use the term 'predatory' because i think that's more of my personal discomfort speaking versus a proper characterization, but Phayu enters knowing what he wants and what he's pursuing, in comparison to Rain who hasn't even fully realized he's attracted to guys. not my kink personally, but i feel like they still could've done...something? with that. like, Rain discovering there's a world of new things to try and recklessly throwing himself into it, narrative is him figuring out how to do that. and contrasted with Phayu realizing not everything needs to be so settled and that he loves being liked more than he likes being admired. or something, idk. literally anything with a plot instead of kinks and Phayu being pretty as he makes alarmingly pushy moves on Rain. 😂)

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as a quick sidenote on Kim's level of emotional maturity though--or more specifically, your examples. i swear this isn't directed at you, this is just something in fandom that massively irks me, but this line:

"Kim is a mess and doesn’t know how to relate to other people apart from his music - which he uses at the end of the series to tell Chay he cares about him, when he failed to express the same feeling with words."

-> Kim is a mess: yes, agreed, i love my boy so much

-> Kim only knows how to communicate through music: Kim first tried to talk to Chay! sorry i sound irritated, i swear it's not at you, i'm just! aa!!!! people!!!! he called Chay! he wanted to talk! CHAY BLOCKED HIM. bodies in the bar aside (oh Kim, i get where you were coming from but we have some stuff to work on here), Kim tried to talk to Chay. when Chay sets a firm boundary and tells him to fuck off, Kim returns back to the first thing they bonded over--music--to try to reach out to him again. but it's not like Kim doesn't know how to talk about his feelings at all. frankly, i think people don't give enough credit to the fact that Chay loves communicating via song (in the middle of the street even!), but regardless of that, Kim uses his words in canon too. "Kim *only* knows how to sing his feelings, he doesn't know how to (and therefore never tries) to speak them" is fanon.

i don't disagree that he has a lot of trauma to work through, but what held him back with Chay was fear. not an inability to recognize what he wants and likes, or a complete inability to communicate his feelings via words (sorry, I’m still complaining at the general fanon here).

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moving on 💦 this next bit isn't quite about the characters or even really the rest of our discussion, but it's something i feel really passionate about: your point about Chay's choice of major being impractical as a sign of immaturity.

i mean this gently, but my challenge: why is it immature for Chay to want to study music?

you brought this point up specifically as an example to show how Chay's "still a teen". but...why? how is a desire to study music a show of immaturity?

to me, immaturity would be if he chose that major to get famous or get close to someone he admires, because that would be carrying unrealistic expectations and pursuing unrelated aims within it. but he's not--he's going into it because he likes music. which is an excellent reason to pick a music major! he's looking at studying it for at least 4 years, it's good that he's passionate about it!

you called it impractical--but is it? it's not easy, nor typically a lucrative line of work, but that doesn't make it impractical. there are tons of people making a living in creative fields, why not Chay too?

why is it only practical for Chay to pick something that 'should' make him lots of money quickly? because he's poor? i understand that this was absolutely not your intention or meaning, but just take a second to unpack that wording: should art/music/"impractical" creative majors be populated solely by middle-class/rich kids? are poor people's stories not worth telling?

again, i'm genuinely not trying to be mean right now nor purposefully distort your words--i'm saying this because i got the "it's not practical" speech from my parents too. but the heart of that speech isn't logic: it's fear.

fear of taking risks, if i want to get specific.

personally, as someone still unpacking that fear and weird sense of guilt/shame that comes with ""not being practical"" even if it'd make me happier, Chay's ability to pursue what he wants (even with his level of pessimism!) is a point or three in his favor, not against him.

katharienne replied to your post "things i would change in lita if i were in charge:..."

Excccelent! I was curious what you had to say about LITA and it turns out you had similar problems with the show as me. PhayuRain makes me simply uncomfortable exactly because Rain act like a child all the time. He’s so babyish that I don’t want to see him with relationship with anyone, even Ple would look like a predator next to Rai AND COME ON. It be more enjoyable for me personally (not judging others) if the kink remained something they explored in the bedroom. The relationship is just so unequal in all aspects and I seriously don’t see what Rain brings to the table. Why is Phayu so enamored? They have nothing in common but sex and Phayu thinking like a big strong man. That’s not enough for me :( I enjoyed SkyPai though immensely. Sky’s independence makes him a good partner to Pai to whom! He also acts babyish in private! But we can see it’s something that gets them both going not Sky’s whole personality. And Sky’s snark in the whole series is A+, really. AND let’s compare that to KimChay. Same age difference, unequal standing, one character underage, the other literally using him but it doesn’t feel predatorish at any point because it remained fairly innocent as far as we knew, it was based on emotional connection and the older character was revealed to have many insecurities that made him more on the teenagers level. Yes, Kim was emotionally dumbed down for Chay and it was a valid narrative choice!

i think you're kinda dancing around the central issue that comes up with me for Phayu/Rain, which also links to a larger problem...in general, really, but fandom specifically. and i'm going to start with your last point, because i disagree with that kimchay assessment. it actually links to a minor beef i have with kp fandom, and you all know how strongly i feel about kimchay (lol). so, here's the thing:

Chay is an adult in kinnporsche.

this is an issue in general terms, but fandom in particular focuses on the number but not the context when it comes to age. 18 is considered to be the age of majority because, in very broad generalization, 18 is when people start gaining a lot more personal responsibility. it's not about hitting that number. 18 is when people (generally speaking) start getting jobs, go to college, move out, some combination of, etc. even in situations where someone remains partially dependent on their parents/guardians (ie person moves out to college but is still financially dependent, or they live at home but got a job)--that person is still gaining some sort of independence from the situation they grew up in. and with more independence, comes more personal responsibility and personal growth, and with more personal responsibility and personal growth, comes more life experience and emotional maturity.

Chay might be 17, but he grew up fast. he didn't have a choice. Porsche did everything he could to give Chay a childhood, but we know he's working multiple jobs while also dropping into school occasionally and we know Arthee was an incompetent guardian. Chay was already looking after himself quite a bit in a way that an adult would look after themself, but during canon Chay's on his own. which means he's looking after himself completely. he's managing his own meals, care-taking, budget, schooling, appointments, and general day-to-day responsibilities. he doesn't have his own job, but in every other respect (including a lot of financial responsibility), he is acting as his own agent the way an adult does. his 17yo experience is vastly different from the standard 17yo or average high school student. there's no 'dumbing down' Kim's emotional maturity. Kim's very shy and has a lot trauma he hasn't unpacked, but that's not a reflection on (or even really has anything to do with) his emotional maturity. he's also been forced to being very independent at a very young age due to circumstance. Chay and Kim are operating on very similar levels of responsibility when they first meet.

and it's not about the nature of Kim and Chay's relationship either. the show simply chose not to add a sexual aspect to their storyline (probably moreso due to the actors than their story itself), but in the context of the story, sex wouldn't have been out of place had it been included. sex as an act is very intimate, very impactful, and very vulnerable. it can have big repercussions on participants and it's also just a big whirlwind of emotions and chemicals. this is why people can get concerned when people with little life experience start having sex--it's a question of is that person physically and emotionally ready for what can happen with sex, do they have the capability of taking that personal responsibility and consequences, etc. this isn't to say there aren't adults who aren't responsible and/or ready for sex but are having it anyways, or that people have to be 100% ready on all fronts before taking that leap, or even that sex has to be a big deal for everyone doing it--but you generally want anyone having sex to have to have the capability of taking responsibility for any repercussions (physical, emotional, etc) that might occur. and that level of responsibility can have result in even more pressure on someone with less life experience in handling a lot of personal responsibility. proportionately speaking, it can be a bigger impact. most people underage haven't had a chance to gain enough experience with that level of responsibility by nature of having not been alive for very long, and sex is a big ball to juggle alongside the rest of the coming-of-age mess.

and the weird thing is, this is literally a plotline in lita! Sky was left alone in a new city at presumably age 15. these circumstances left him isolated and vulnerable to Gun's grooming. he didn't have a network of support to turn to when Gun started abusing him, his friends didn't know how to approach someone being abused (they were teens too!), and as a result, Sky went through a period of extremely traumatic abuse that ended with him being gangraped. people don't give Sky enough credit for walking away and pulling himself back together after that tbh, because Gun was clearly an emotional rock for him during that time period when he didn't feel like he had any other, and letting go of that is terrifying and hard, even when the current situation is really bad. it's a very classic abuse scenario. this isn't to say no teenager can ever live on their own (i haven't watched it yet, but tortoise tells me the eclipse plays with the dynamics of this coming-of-age period for its characters very well), but lita makes a pretty strong point of how this sort of situation can make someone more vulnerable to predators/abuse.

which brings me to Rain. i don't have any issue with him acting childish, or being naive, or wanting to be spoiled, or anything like that. i think that's a personality choice, not a reflection on emotional maturity. i also really like that Phayu was just enamored with the guy who held an umbrella for him in the rain. i don't think attraction needs to be 'justified' beyond 'they like that' and i'm glad lita didn't try to make it into a 'big' thing. my concern is that Rain's never really had a chance for any independent growth.

not to throw another show into this mix, but in the animated series RWBY, there's a background pairing between two characters, Ren and Nora. these two were orphaned as children and have been surviving together since--they're best friends who eventually turn romantic. but, after they've been together for a bit, Nora realizes that she thinks of herself as a part of their unit more than she thinks of herself as her own agent ("we've always been 'Ren and Nora', i don't know how to be 'just Nora'."), so she asks Ren if they can take a break from the romantic aspect of their relationship, at least for a bit, so that she can have some time and space to figure out who 'just Nora' is--with the underlying message being that you can care about someone a lot and they can be a big part of you, but that's still all they are: a part of you.

so the show making Rain still highly dependent on his parents--he's still living at home, his mom's still managing his meals and colds, they're still fully responsible for things like Rain's transportation (Rain wanted to call them before roadside assistance when his car broke down combined with the lack of knowledge that he even had to maintain his car (vs him knowing but ignoring it))--it makes him literally childish. and then they further play on that with Phayu coming in and scolding Rain to do his homework, make all his meals, taking over his care-taking, etc. Rain hasn't had any time being 'just Rain' and this tips the character and relationship dynamics from Rain choosing to be childish or making risky choices (which is completely fair, everyone's entitled to making stupid decisions), to "does Rain even understand the choices he's making right now???"

the last ~2.5 episodes of Phayu and Rain's arc try to characterize Rain as someone who is a little childish and naive and just likes to be spoiled--all of which are fine, and in isolation the Phayu/Rain dynamics in those last 2 episodes are pretty fun--but the landing doesn't work because the writers didn't establish Rain properly in the beginning. it's still very discomforting to me. and it's not like it would've been hard to fix? or at least make it less concerning? just putting Rain in his own dorm (even if he visited home on weekends) and switching up some dialogue from "...that's a thing???" to "....i thought i could ignore that check engine light? 😅" (as a specific example) and even including him more of the school activities would've given Rain some of that needed independence/room for some personal soul-searching. granted, i watched the beginning episodes mostly just waiting for Prapai and Sky's arc to happen, but i have no idea what Rain and Phayu's character arcs were. nothing really happened to them besides kink (i am still so salty about the lack of kidnapping aftermath, their kidnapping arc has so much potential laying around untapped). ...i digress. it just really sucks that the entire Phayu/Rain arc was one big missed opportunity, primarily because the writers couldn't let go of their kinks long enough to remember they had a story to write. >:T

[hobisfavoritespritecan]

Hey,

First of all, I absolutely adore your writing style and in general your stories (especially the Hannibal ones). Could you please write one, where Hannibal is overly possessive, because he thought his wife got too close to Chilton at one of his dinner parties? And to end it all of there is smut. (If you are comfortable with that).Thank you for considering

Close Call

Hannibal Lecter X Reader

⚠️ Warnings: Over possessiveness on Hannibal's part, slight angst, swearing, mentions of blood and wounds, sociopathic and manipulative tendencies, uhh first time writing smut so hopefully it's okay (it's fairly light) ⚠️

I also didn't read through this again and edit it, so I apologize for any grammatical or spelling errors!

Hannibal finds himself somewhat outraged at an overly confident Chilton getting too close to his wife. No matter, he'll just have to remind the two of you of what's his.

Dinner parties were nothing short of extravagant when it came to Hannibal Lecter's craft.

The wines were paired with the delicacies adorning the plates on the mahogany table; everything had its own respective place, down to the last spoon and fork on each intricately folded napkin. There was, of course, the smell wafting through the corridors of the Lecters' home, signifying the delicious meal being prepared in the kitchen and acting as bait to those mingling in the living room as they awaited the call to be seated. From your perspective, the table had to be crafted to perfection so that the party full of rich good-for-nothings had no complaints of the events of the night. Of course, you adored your husband's cooking, but less so you enjoyed the company he chose. Intelligence wasn't something that came from the accumulation of degrees and the bragging of doing so- in your opinion- but rather came from the passion associated with the understanding of others and their natural environments. In other words, conversations of nonsensical retellings of the rise to power and gathering of wealth that these particular guests had were of no interest to you. These people spoke of books on law and work projects as though they've forgotten entirely what it means to express humanity: experience.

But you were ever so careful to express your opinion on the subject of what it means to be human. Although you acknowledged your differing perspective, you didn't want to diminish the perspectives of those who might only know of the desires associated with "book smarts," and not what you referred to as "experience points." These two things could coexist, but it was often that a person leaned heavier towards either side. You still had more to learn about the balance of these, but alas, that is the human condition.

Hannibal loved you for this.

Being someone so intensely driven towards the path of psychology and law, it was refreshing being married to someone who expressed opposition to having that be the basis of every conversation. He loved a good conversation on written words and philosophers and mathematical expressions, but he loved even more to have someone in his life that kept him his understanding of biology and the preservation of his humanity. With his- er- hobby, as some would refer to it as- it became difficult to maintain this humanistic approach. These dinner parties served more as an obligatory social preservation to his image, so as not to be caught with his peculiar hobby.

And the culinary arts were his escape, anyways. A win-win except for the fact you'd be bored out of your mind talking to some of these people, he knew. Nevertheless, you had a polite smile etched onto your face wearing very presentable attire. You were a master at code-switching, it seemed, replacing your usually laid-back and outgoing personality with a more hoity-toity, reserved aura.

You had on a slightly more revealing outfit; a dress so navy it almost seemed black under any lighting that wasn't direct candlelight. This dress had been cut just above the knees with an off-shoulder neckline, exposing the very top of your chest and the beginning of your upper thighs. It was classily paired with silver earrings gifted to you by your husband, and a half up-do with your precariously crafted curls threatening to spill out of the fastened hairclip from behind. Hannibal had expressed just how lovely you'd looked as he helped you with your zipper earlier, placing a hemline of kisses to your collarbone.

He wasn't the only one who'd had this realization dawn on them during the night, however. A bright-eyed Dr. Chilton who'd received nothing short of a pity-invite, found himself drawing away from the conveniently placed appetizers to the lavish chairs facing the fireplace where you sat. He silently waited for your conversation to conclude before he decided to sweep in and take the woman's place on your right, finishing the glass of brandy in his hand before doing so.

"(Y/N)," He almost seemed exasperated, as if he were already slightly drunk, "A pleasure."

He reached out his hand to you in an attempt to get you to shake it as an overly friendly gesture, acknowledgement to his presence. You proceeded to smile at him instead, as you'd become familiar to his intentions.

"Hello, Dr. Chilton, how are you?"

His face flushed as he withdrew his hand from your space, opting to rest it against his leg as he sunk further into his chair, getting more comfortable. He was definitely drunk and if not drunk, then the far side of tipsy. You already didn't care for the guy much, so this chance encounter was a hinderance in your eyes before conversational topics even arose.

"You know, I never understood the drab curtains you chose for the interior of your living room, Mrs. Lecter. They block out all of the sunlight." He began, eyeing the bottle of scotch being poured out by another guest to the left of your chair. His eyes seemed to be glazed over as he spoke, however, the dimly lit fireplace seemed to cast some light back into them. His suit of choice was a corduroy one. The heavy material of the fabric already making him break out in a slight sweat.

Grimacing, you feign another smile as you fully acclimate yourself to the conversation at hand. You tell yourself to remember your polite flattery, but honestly with the way Dr. Chilton was, you knew he would take any sort of attention to his character the wrong way.

"Yes, that was the way we intended them to be, doctor. Have you ever been to our home during the daytime? It's not as drab as you may have perceived it to be."

Dr. Chilton had been coming onto you for quite some time now. Despite knowing you were wed and the many implications of your marriage you'd spoken about, he still managed to hold onto the hope that maybe one day something would spark between the two of you. It wouldn't. It hadn't. His blatantly disrespectful comments about yours and Hannibal's relationship were starting to burrow under your skin and take root in an uncomfortable fashion. Part of you felt bad for the man, another part wanted to sock him in the face.

Respectably, of course.

"Perhaps not. Maybe I spoke out of turn." He claimed, uneasily moving about in his chair despite his initial comfortability at the beginning of your dialogue. Maybe if you kept with the slight I-don't-like-you innuendos, then maybe he would be drunk enough to give it a rest and would return to his normal self come morrow.

"Maybe." You agree, taking a sip from your glass of Chardonnay. It was almost dinnertime. You could hold out until then, couldn't you?

"You know," Chilton began, staring deep into the fire and allowing a hushed sigh to escape your lips in anticipation of another redundant comment, "I used to set fires in Uni all the time. Its a miracle I graduated with any degree at all with the amount of trouble I used to get into as a boy."

Pause. Was there finally something worthwhile to discuss with this man?

"Really? And the occasion was...?" You asked, trying to direct the topic back to this small bombshell the Doctor had just dropped in your presence. Experience points were far more interesting to talk about than a poor understanding of the "48 Laws of Power," which was the last conversation you'd had.

He seemed to perk up in his chair realizing that you'd finally taken something that left his mouth with interest. "None, we were just playing with matches and grew bored. Only got caught because the wind carried the flames back to our dorm which almost set alight." He smiled and for a moment, you could see the memory replaying through those glossy eyes of his. You felt included, as if you'd been there yourself, watching the growing light of the flames dance around the edges of the matches you were playing with.

As if on cue, your husband's hand was gently but firmly placed on your shoulder from behind. You knew instantly it was him because of the wafting smell of his woodsy cologne and the wine he was drinking infiltrating your nose. His grip on you was polite but there was an edge to it, an unfamiliar one at that. Was something wrong?

Turning around, you see his darkened glare towards Chilton in the chair next to you. His matching dark navy suit making him look all the more professional and intimidating in this light; if you were Chilton you'd have run far far away from the glare Hannibal had. He seemed to pay no mind, however, eyes still focused on you until your husband broke the silence:

"Dinnertime."

It was at that moment that you noticed all the other guests had made their way to the kitchen and the three of you were the only ones in the living room. How long had you been talking to the doctor for? Hannibal's repressed anger suddenly made sense.

Walking to the kitchen, you were in awe at the sight before you. Hannibal had really put his all into tonight, and it showed. The plates were nothing short of art with the first course on display with accompanying sauces and garnish that turned them into something out of a museum painting. The entire get-up was something out of the Renaissance itself; everything in its perfect place. Hannibal stood at the head of the table, glass in hand as he prepared to make a toast to progress the night's dinner.

"I would like to thank you all for coming out tonight."

A collection of smiles and exchanged glances ensued, everyone pleased with their invite.

"Amongst this crowd are the most intellectual and inspiring people I've had the pleasure of getting to become familiar with. You're all of high accomplishments and achievements and I would like to thank each of you, individually, with a meal that encapsulates such dedication shown by you all."

Your husband then smiled at you and raised his glass.

"I would also like to thank my lovely wife, with whom I share this simple but joyous life with."

There was a hint of something there, something alongside the adoration he expressed for you on the daily. There was a twinge of that anger once more, but could it really be directed towards your conversation with Chilton? It seemed so clear to you that your husband surpassed the former in every way possible: intelligence and compassion, hell, down to the formal attire he adorned himself with daily. There was no way he would feel threatened by another man so unruly.

"Likewise." You said, tilting your glass up to the ceiling in acknowledgement of his kind and respectable words.

"Once more to reiterate, MY wife and I spent a long time on this meal so I hope you all enjoy it." He smiled a forced grin and directed his gaze towards Chilton. "And nothing on the menu for tonight is vegetarian."

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The night was filled with more of the usual countless bantering between everyone in the room, trying to appeal more and more to everyone else. You were swept into what seemed like every conversation in the house and all of this sociability was starting to grow exhausting. The meal was phenomenal, to say the least, but did little to calm your worries with your husband's current expression of intolerance and dismay. You wanted nothing more than to head upstairs to your shared bedroom and to sort things out with him; to maybe end the night with a passionate kiss and to then retire to bed, finally. That desire, however, seemed like miles away because of the ongoing event that you were starting to despise more with every passing minute.

Not to mention, your dress was starting to get extremely uncomfortable, as if your skin were melting into the seams of the fabric.

As if on cue to make the night worse, Dr. Chilton was making his way towards you, undoubtedly much more drunk this time. He was stumbling over his own loafers and the floorboards were not his friend at the moment. He was making a fool of himself and you wanted so badly to just disappear.

Just then, the floorboard by the fireplace where you were sitting popped up in front of him. Everything from then went in slow-motion, the wood, the stumbling of Chilton's feet and the slow advancement towards the fire. Seeing how this would play out, you wanted to yell "Stop!" but you were frozen. Just as you had predicted, he had a horrid fall towards the open flame, his cufflinks connecting with the place stones and his right arm breaking the fall. His hand wasn't lucky enough to miss the fire, his scream instantly echoing throughout the room.

"Dr. Chilton!" Hannibal yelled, already to his feet with the pitcher of water from the charcuterie table. It was insane that his reflexes allowed him to respond instantaneously. Almost as if he had prepared for the doctor's fall. Springing the water onto Chilton, the fire was put out almost as quickly as it had started.

"Are you okay?" You asked the doctor, leaning down to his level on the floor, holding his now hurt hand.

"B-b-bandages." He was able to muster out.

The closer look you got to his hand, the closer you could see the wound. The flames didn't consume his flesh for very long, although there was now a coating of red on his skin alongside a few open gashes. Looking to your husband for help, you instead saw him standing above you, a scowl on his lips. He looked angrier than he'd ever before and the sight of it scared you. Had he been angry that the party was ruined? That one of his guests were hurt?

Chilton was then led to the kitchen where his wounds were properly addressed and tended to. The aid kit that had collected dust on the top shelf of the medicine cabinet had finally been put to use, and, upon further inspection, it had been decided for the doctor to call for an ambulance for a more professional treatment.

He left. Everyone followed suit. It was now only you and your husband.

"I'm sorry that had to happen the way it did." You said, reaching out to touch his shoulder and soothe him in my way you could. "Would you like me to help you clean up?"

He mumbled something under his breath before he made his way up the elongated glass stairs. It was unbelievably peculiar for him to retire to bed this early, especially before cleaning up from a party.

"Is something wrong?" You asked, voice coming out as nothing more than a feeble whisper. He stopped in his tracks, his blazer now resting atop his free arm opposite to the one holding the railing. His tie was loosened and from where you were standing, you couldn't see his face all that clearly.

He finally spoke up.

"What are your intentions with Chilton?" He asked.

You stopped in your initial tracks to follow your husband up the stairs. Was he accusing you of courtship? And with the doctor of all people?

"Whatever do you mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean, (Y/N)."

Your heart broke for a moment, there was no way he really thought that after years of marriage, after what you had come to learn about him and his... capabilities...that you would choose another man, albeit in front of his own eyes?

"I have no intentions with Chilton, Hanni. Not as an acquaintance, not as a friend, not as a lover." You continued to follow him up the stairs and to your shared bedroom where he placed the blazer and tie on the bedside table rather than hang it up as he usually did. He undid his cufflinks and unbuttoned the top his neckline.

"I only want you, Hannibal. You know that."

He pursed his lips and finally, from where he leant against the bed, looked up at you standing in the doorframe. Your expression was a worried one, not of someone who had underlying intentions. Hannibal knew what you wanted, knew who you wanted, but Chilton had gotten the better of him tonight. And besides, tormenting the two of you to remind both of you who you belong to was a much more satisfying game to play.

"Alright." Hannibal said, accepting your validation with his thick, Danish accent. "Show me."

"I- what?" You asked, being taken aback completely by surprise. His eyes were dark with thoughts you had grown to be all too familiar with from him. Despite clearly understanding his interpretation of the words, you still stood frozen at the door, waiting. There was something about this that wasn't going to be as sweet as the usual slow and sensual intimacy you'd had with your husband and you knew this fact.

Just then, as if taking your hesitance as permission, he stands and walks over to you, the height difference ever so apparent now that you were face to face. His gelled hair was now starting to come undone, as was yours, as he held your gaze. His hand came up to tuck your hair behind your ear and then trailed to your neck, your collarbone, your breast. He then allowed his hand to go further, down to your waist and then pulled you into him, holding you there as gently but firm as one could be. He was watching your face as he did so, never breaking eye contact even once.

Your breath hitched in your throat. A growing warmth developed in your midsection as your husband had you entranced with his every move. He was enjoying this, enjoying you, enjoying the situation he put you in. He had turned on his more sadistic side and it was becoming evident with the way he progressed down your body, replacing his hands with kisses and moving towards your thighs then back up, as if with haste, towards your mouth. You felt as though you were going to faint right then and there.

He suddenly stops his kisses and then goes to finish unbuttoning his shirt. His wide frame was revealed with every unfastened button popping off, slowly but surely. Every inch of his skin had been crafted to the likes of the gods, it was as if he were one of them himself. No imperfections in his skin as far as the eye could see. He was beautiful. He was the divine definition of beauty itself.

He swiftly moved his hands to your throat, fingers following suit as he held you there, against the bedroom wall, a juxtaposition to his masterfully divine beauty of feigned innocence. His breath was hot but not unpleasant as he whispered into the nape of your neck:

"You belong to me."

And that was all it took for you to fold entirely, becoming a puppet to his every command, desires of the flesh being the only thing on both your minds. You needed him and he needed you to need him. He wanted a full surrender, a full understanding that he was the only man you'd ever be able to fulfill these lustrous fantasies with.

"Do you understand?" He asked, not giving you a second to think any further before he moved you from the wall and to the bed, where he towered over you.

"Y-yes." You said, waiting to see what he would do next.

"Good. Now take it."

Confused, you looked up at him but he had already had other plans, flipping you into your stomach and forcing himself inside you, under your dress. The instant burn that you felt was replaced by immediate satisfaction as you saw stars. Through this position you could feel him inside you, hot and intense, pushing deeper and deeper until he bottomed out. He dug into you until he was all you could feel, hear, taste, see. He was owning every inch of your skin and forcing you to feel it.

And you loved it.

"Who do you belong to?" He asked, anger laced in his voice.

"You." You tried your best to get out with the intense feeling between your thighs but it was next to impossible.

"What was that?" He asked once more, forcing you to say it louder.

Just as you were about to respond, he picks you up and turns you around to face him, taking in his expression. You were on your knees looking up at him, tears in your eyes at the intensity of what had just happened. Your dress was definitely ruined by this point but you couldn't care less.

"You." You said, waiting for him to say something, anything at all. He placed his finger on your lips and smiled down at you while he toyed with them. He then put himself inside of your mouth, your jaws stretching to be able to take him.

"Good." He said, quickening his original pace as he sighed with content. You allowed him to finish before the two of you fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and bedsheets.

He was holding you in his arms now, making sure you were alright as he kissed the top of your head and face, looking at the marks he'd left on your skin. He'd make sure those were more visible the next time someone tried to intrude on your guys' company. Especially on a pity invite.

He'd also make sure not to let Chilton off with a warning next time, making sure to purposely set his entire body on fire, not just his hand.

But you were asleep soundly in his arms, full of him and he had won.

...

A/N : Hello! This is my first time writing smut kinda so I hope this is up to par with some other fanfic writers. I really hope this fulfills your request! Lmk if anyone has any other requests, my ask box is open! 🫶

[calmlb]

have some silly skk wedding hcs bc. idk i just wanted to yell w someone abt them

chuuya cries in sporadic bursts the day of but taken altogether it's like 3 hrs of hysterical sobbing

dazai doesn't cry at all because he slips into like a shocked fugue state the second he sees chuuya but he DOES bawl like a baby the next morning

nobody who attended remembers past like hour 4 of the wedding and six months later they're still uncovering some of the wild shit they did during the afterparty. this is because the wedding staff accidentally became part of the celebration and the photographer, who was supposed to record the whole thing, ended up sleeping with one of the cast. it was kunikida.

just to be obnoxious ranpo proposes to poe and chuuya has to be held back by a crying w laughter dazai from Physically Attacking Him

dazai insists on having a bouquet to throw, which he purposefully angles for akutagawa to catch. atsushi faints, lucy's face progresses from angry -> considering in real time (they r a throuple real)

chuuya picks his best man/maid of honor fairly easily (hirotsu and kouyou duh) but dazai basically told the ada to figure it out amongst themselves and come back to him with their decisions (he's lazy/genuinely didn't know who to pick and wanted to outsource) and there was Actual Violence

lots of drama over whether or not to invite mori and verlaine. turns out to be a nonissue bc all verlaine does is cry in a corner about a) rimbaud and b) holy shit my little brother is getting married and after hour 6 mori and fukuzawa disappear from the event (neither they nor anyone else remembers this. very lucky)

ango receives an invitation with no context and has like 3 mental breakdowns about what this means for his and dazai's relationship

7 hours in (it was a long party) kenji's cow somehow shows up (he swears up and down it wasn't him, everyone's very confused the next morning)

it was a sunset wedding, dazai wore white and chuuya wore blue

adam and shirase and some other members of the sheep are there. adam makes fast friends with kyouka, meanwhile the former sheep are very narrowly spared dazai's wrath, mostly bc he keeps forgetting they're even there. it's a big wedding

tachihara tried to drunkenly breakdance, gin laughed so hard she thought she got heart palpitations and was afraid for her life. she went to look for mori and walked in on him and fukuzawa. none of them remember this but now gin feels a vague sense of horror every time she looks at her boss and she's not really sure why

yosano tries rizzing kouyou up and fails by any normal metric (yosano: please please please please please please please please please please) but kouyou is Tipsy and Charmed

dazai does indeed burn the marriage certificate (TRY RETURNING ME WITHOUT A RECEIPT, CHIBI!!). chuuya is so in love he starts crying again

higuchi and tanizaki had philosophical discussions about life on the rooftop and accidentally solved the secrets of the universe. they do not remember this

kunikida returns from his steamy rendezvous with the photographer and immediately sets his sights on ango. drunk kunikida knows what he wants (twinkish men) and when he wants them (now). there is a reason one of the most important ideals in his notebook is to Not Drink

the guild is there and are generally having a good time until fitzgerald sees tsujimura (only there as ango's plus-one, got abandoned bc of drunk kunikida's machinations) and calls her a blue-haired liberal, and hey, what's a party without a brawl in the middle of the dance floor

between the guild and the wedding staff half the people at the party weren't even invited. which is why the doa and hunting dogs are also there

kenji, kyouka, q, elise, and aya are having a Kids' Party in a separate room with adam as an extremely enthusiastic babysitter (well, more like occasional check-in-er, he's swinging back and forth between the parties). tecchou joins them after a while and has a great time, as all except aya are extremely fascinated by his unholy food combinations

bram and lovecraft kickstart their enemies-to-lovers arc the second they set eyes on each other

fyodor, dazai, kajii, and nikolai start up a game of Knife Monopoly, to everyone's surprise the extremely determined caterer sweeps them all. sigma is smitten at once and immediately starts to flirt with her (the caterer is a milf who is seduced by sigma's transgender rizz, sigma will eventually have an entire 'convincing the stepkids' family movie arc)

teruko FUCKS IT UP on the dance floor, haruno is so impressed she immediately falls into her first disastrous sapphic crush

hirotsu and natsume mutually agree to restart their homoerotic situationship without ever even actually saying two words to each other, someone has to take skk's place now that they've more or less gotten their shit together

katai wasn't there physically but was supervising through security cameras. he's the only one who will ever know everything that happened that night and deleted the footage due to trauma :( sorry katai

tsujimura and mushitarou bond over how desperately they Do Not Want To Be There

skk Try to have a romantic wedding night(/morning, given how long the afterparty stretched) but they are both too drunk, chuuya trips and falls flat on his face and dazai laughs so hard he throws up

omg i started yapping and then i just didn't stop. i didn't even know i had this many thoughts in my head. i am sending this before i can regret it feel free to delete if u want to

anon. THESE ARE SO GOOD OMG???? i could literally visualize a whole fic just by reading these hcs

adding my comments under the cut so it doesn’t get too long 🫣

ok first of all… the skk crying hcs??? CANON OMG im so obsessed

Ranpo turning skk’s wedding into his engagement party is so true of him. he absolutely would

Dazai totally would insist on a bouquet to toss, & him throwing it at to Akutagawa is so funny 😭

SOMEONE SAVE ANGO PLS-

KENJI’S COW IM SOBBING it reminds me of that wan episode where Atsushi asks Dazai what Yosano needed & he was like “… a cow!” boba eyes & everything

i had never thought of Adam & Kyouka being buddies but my life is changed now tysm for this revelation

NOT GIN BEING SCARRED BY ZENKU SKK 💀 someone get my girl outta there

ok but tipsy + charmed Kouyou is a vision

Chuuya tells Dazai that burning the marriage certificate means they’re not married anymore & that’s when Dazai finally breaks down into tears

ok Higuchi & Tanizaki is another duo i never considered and i LOVE IT???

KUNIANGO SO TRUE

TSUJIMURA A BLUE HAIRED LIBERAL I AM SCREAMING

omg i love the kids party & skk are both good with kids so they definitely would make sure the kids are taken care of 🥹 Adam would be such a good babysitter, and Tetchou too??? omg giving me fic ideas with this one

super invested in this caterer x Sigma arc tbh

ykw i was thinking abt bsd rarepairs the other day & couldn’t figure out who to ship Teruko or Haruno with… should’ve thought of this honestly

SOMEONE SAVE KATAI TOO OMG THAT POOR MAN-

now that you mention it… i actually love the idea of Tsujimura & Mushitaro but i think it’s mostly bc her hair matches his suit PFFT

skk’s ideal honeymoon = SLEEP 😫

i’m so glad you didn’t stop yapping non, this was so wonderful tysm i feel blessed 🥹🩷 please feel free to yell abt hcs or say hi anytime!! 🫶🏻💕💕

[anathemafiction]

Hello! I just want to say that i fell in love with your writing! Is so poetic, light and fresh! Thank you for writing! And your book made me want to learn how to write. Do your have some pointers to where i should start? (oh, and im from Brazil! So english is quite hard for me, but your english is incredible!). Thank for your time!

Hello! Thank you so much for your words. E abraços de Lisboa para o Brasil. ♡♡

So, I've gotten a few requests for writing advice, specifically, IF writing advice. And while I understand why people may want to hear from me, I really feel the need to state that I am very much still an amateur, wannabe author. 

This isn't me trying to be fake humble or gain sympathy points, it's simply the cold truth. I'm not comfortable giving advice because I'm still learning every day. I've made a lot — and I mean, a lot — of mistakes with Book One. There's so much that, looking back, I did wrong and would change if I could go back in time, but alas, that's impossible, so I must do what all humans do: take it in, learn from it, and do better next time.

Next time is Book Two, and I'm sure that, once I'm done with that, there'll be new errors and new ways I'll find that I could have done better. The important thing is, of course, never to repeat the same mistake twice.

The only advice I'll give regarding writing, in general, is this: read. Read as much and as diversely as you can. Read other Interactive Fiction games, but mostly, read books. Read the classics, read the ones that were banned, read horror and sci-fi and romance and fantasy and historical and philosophical and poetry and dystopian and everything you can get your hands on. Read books from your country and language, but please, read other cultures too. Read books people swear are amazing and read books badly rated. Read what you like and what you think you dislike. And, most of all, never stop reading. Read every day.

Slowly, gradually, you'll start to find your style. You'll find what you like and how you like it. You'll find out whether you describe a scene better using the senses - the weather, the light, the smells, the background noise - or if you prefer to pay as little detail to the surroundings as possible. You'll find whether you like an active narrator, different POVs, tales written like dialogues, or as ethereal as if watched from the eyes of a God. 

For interactive fiction in general? I'll say, write a good outline. I didn't have one for Book One, and now that I do for Book Two, it's a completely different ballpark. 

My method is to write a first draft of a chapter on paper and pencil where I do one "path" until I reach the end of the chapter. Then, go on Word and fill out all the choices and paths, basically completing the chapter — that's draft two. Draft three is after I put it all in code and do a deep edit. But I'm very much aware my method won't work with everyone (it most likely won't work with the majority of people).

For coding, let me redirect you to this old ask: Here.

There are a lot of more experienced IF writers on Tumblr who have made amazing posts about writing IFs, coding, and storytelling in general. I can direct you to Hannah, a veteran COG and game writer — @hpowellsmith. But there are others! 

[ahgasegotarmy116]

Keep Quiet For Me | Choi Yeonjun

Summary: Yeonjun does his best to stay quiet while you make him feel good Pairing : dom f!reader x sub Yeonjun Word Count: 4.6k~ Warning: Explicit Language, age gap (four years), Noona kink, oral (male receiving)

My best friend Minji and I arrive at the party that Yeonjun invited us to at his friend's place and we both can't help but feel out of place since the party is being held in a penthouse suite in one of the most expensive districts in Seoul.

"Hey guys glad you could make it!" Yeonjun says greeting us at the door. "Yeah it took me a while to finally get her out the door but we're here" I admit gesturing towards Minji. "Thanks for inviting us" she says elbowing me in the side. He ushers us inside and takes us around to introduce us to the others and then gets us a drink. "What the actual fuck?" Minji says after taking in our surroundings and the kind of people at this party.

"I know, see why I didn't want to come here?" I say shyly looking around the room for the tenth time tonight. "Are you kidding me? These people are fucking loaded! Maybe one of them knows someone who could check out the music I've been working on" she says wandering off into the crowd. "Minji wait!" I say calling after her but my pleas go on deaf ears as she heads over toward the dance floor.

"Hey is everything okay?" Yeonjun says placing his hand on the small of my back while simultaneously handing me a flute of champagne. I can't help but jump a bit at the sudden contact but relax as soon as I find out it's him. "Yeah everything's fine, Minji just wandered off. She never acts like this unless we're at a party. I swear sometimes I don't even recognize her and seeing how she's acting now I can tell that tonight is not gonna end well" I say starting to regret my decision of coming. "It's okay, she'll be fine. My friends will take care of her I promise" he says giving me a soft reassuring look. "Alright" I say still feeling a bit reluctant.

"Wanna get some air?" he questions. "Yes please" I agree and he takes my hand in his and leads us towards the balcony. I can't help but feel that same jolt of electricity between us just like the first time we met. As we head outside I feel myself catch a chill but I ignore it in favor of escaping the heated atmosphere that is offered in contrast. He notices my change in body language and takes his jacket off and drapes it around my shoulders.

"Thanks" I say almost silently. He leaves his hands on my shoulders and leads me towards the edge of the balcony to take in the view of the city. I lean up against the railing and take a moment or two to admire all the beautiful lights. "It's so peaceful up here" I say talking a deep breath. "Yeah, everything seems so small and insignificant from up here. It kinda puts your life in perspective looking at a view like this" he admits following my lead and leans against the railing as well, taking in the sights and sounds from down bellow.

"Wow look at my little one getting so philosophical" I say bumping his shoulder with my own. He turns around and leans up against the railing but now choosing to face me instead of the city scape. "Come on Noona I thought I asked you not to call me that, you're only 4 years older than me" he says crossing his arms physically reflecting the start of his bratty behavior. "Four years is basically a lifetime at our age. You've still got a lot to learn" I say reaching my hand up to pat his head.

He grabs my wrist before I'm able to and brings it down towards his lips. "And I'm sure there's a lot of things you could teach me aren't there Noona" I widen my eyes at his boldness and slide my wrist out of his grasp while clearing my throat. "I mean I'm sure there are but there are some things you've just gotta figure out through personal experience and self discovery" I say shying away and going back to face the city. "Personal experience you say?" he says mulling over my words for a bit.

"What kind of personal experience?" He says scooting a bit closer. "Well lots of things" I say starting to feel breathless from his efforts to get closer. "Like going through struggles and overcoming them, getting into trouble and figuring out how to get yourself out of it" I say listing off a few nervously. "What if I don't want to get myself out of it?" he says determination coloring his tone.

"Huh?" I say turning towards him. "I said" he starts taking a chance to lean in closer "What if I don't want to get myself out of trouble?" he says almost challenging me. "Yeonjun please, we've talked about this. What will everyone else think?" I say trying to bring him back to his senses. "I don't care what everyone else thinks. All that matters to me is what you think" he says leaning in even closer and I freeze once feel his breath on my lips.

"This isn't a good idea" I say glancing down at his lips briefly. "Good thing I'm full of bad ideas" he says a hairs breath away from me. I can't help but feel the need to lean in the rest of the way to connect our lips. I give into the tensions and lean in to finally make our lips touch. Fuck it who says I'm not allowed to have a little fun of my own too.

We kiss for a bit and he starts to stand up straight but places his hand on my hip in an effort to get me to follow him and keep the kiss connected. I get up on my tippy toes continuing to kiss him a bit more but ultimately lose my balance and am forced to lean into him. I place my hands on his chest regaining my balance and am met with firm muscle that I can feel through his shirt. I pull away to catch my breath as I realize this kiss has gone on for much longer than originally anticipated.

"Wow" he says panting lightly also feeling a bit breathless, "Yeah" is all I say in response. I feel my head start to fog up still in a daze not believing that actually just happened. "So, you ready to be a bit more reckless?" he says before turning to head inside. "Wait where are you going?" I start to question.

"We" he says placing his hand in mine "are gonna go dance" he finishes while leading me back inside. "Wait but you know I can't dance" I say in protest. "Can't or won't?" he questions with an air of mischief around him. I open and close my mouth a few times trying to come up with a response but before I can he places his hand on the small of my back and leads me towards the dance floor.

He turns me around so I'm facing towards him and places my hands on his shoulders and grabs me by the waist to pull me in. "This is so embarrassing" I say bringing my vision down to the floor where I do my best to mirror his steps. "It's okay noona no one is even paying attention to us, look" he says urging me to take a glance around the room. And just a he said everyone is absorbed in what they're doing. Whether it be dancing with their friends or grinding on their partner while swaying to the beat. I look away and can't help but blush at the sight.

"Hey" he says bringing my attention back to him. "The only one you need to focus on is me. Just follow my lead and feel the music, relax and let yourself have some fun okay?" he says tilting his head looking down at me and I nod in response. I avert my gaze to the people around the room again and I can't help but feel shy under his gaze. "Noona" he says using a feather light touch on my cheek to bring my gaze back to him. "Didn't I say you should focus on me?" He says tilting my chin up towards him. I feel as though my only option is to make eye contact with him so I nod almost admitting to my shyness.

"Is everything okay?" he says bringing his hand back down to his original placement on my waist. "I just, I don't know what to do. Should I talk to you? Should I just dance? Sho-" I'm cut off feeling his lips against mine again. It isn't forced or rough at all, it almost feels like it's meant to be, it just feels so natural with him. He waits a moment or two and pulls away leaning his forehead against mine. "You talk too much" he says amused at my dazed expression. I take my hand off his shoulder and place my hand on his cheek and bring him closer for another kiss. This one almost feeling a bit needier than the ones before.

I'm not sure exactly how I got here but one second I'm on the dance floor and the next I'm in an unknown bedroom getting drunk off Yeonjun's kisses. As soon as he closed the door behind us he goes in for another kiss. I can feel how needy he is, needy for me. He keeps our lips connected as he pins me to the wall. Not nearly as aggressive as I had expected which is refreshing.

He places one hand on my jaw, keeping my face angled up towards him. And the other he uses to feel me up. He runs his hand down my thigh and brings it up to wrap around his waist as he grinds against me showing how much my simple touches have affected him. I gasp at the feeling and pull away from the kiss only to feel him start to kiss down my neck and finally settle on a place that makes me let out a breathy moan.

"Yeonjun" I breathe out. He hums in acknowledgement but continues to grind against me and in turn keeps me in place. "Yeonjun I don't think we should be doing this" I say hardly being able to hold back a moan that is begging to be released. "Noona shhh don't think" he says bringing his face back to mine. He stops and hovers right over my lips. "Tell me you don't want this, that you don't want me. Then I'll stop" he says in a deep tone, just above a whisper almost daring me to say no. "I-" I start, locking my gaze with his and I can't help but look down at his lips and kiss him again.

He smiles into the kiss and grabs my other leg, wrapping it around him and carries me over to the bed and places me down. He stands up and takes his shirt off then comes back and continues to kissing me until I'm gasping for air. "Wait who's room is this?" I question. "Don't worry it's his parent's bedroom. No one would dare to come in here, except for me" he says smirking and going back in to kiss my neck.

"No wonder you said you were full of bad ideas little one" I tease. "Noona, please don't don't call me that" he pleads softly. "But I thought you liked it when I tease. Or was that just me?" I say teasing yet again hoping to get him to be a little more aggressive. I like sweet and gentle but my whole body is on fire and I need more.

"Don't temp me" he says in a warning tone. I push him over so he's now lying on the bed and I follow him, in turn straddling his lap. "Or what?" I question gaining more confidence. I'm older than him and more experienced so maybe it's my turn to take the upper hand. He lays there slightly stunned by my dominance and I can see the wheels in his head turning, trying to come up with a cheeky response. But to no avail, it seems I've left him speechless.

"Didn't you say you wanted me to teach you something?" I say reminding him of our conversation on the balcony. He nods his head in response. "What's wrong little one? Cat got your tongue?" I question. He opens his mouth to respond but I cut him off going down to give him a short kiss leaving him chasing after my lips. "Actually why don't you be a good boy and keep quiet for me. Think you can do that?" He nods his head and I can see a gleam of excitement reflecting in his eyes as well as anxiousness from not knowing exactly what to expect.

I gather all my hair over to one side and go down once more to kiss him. I feel him eager to take over the pace but I pull away and hover over his lips yet again. "Calm down little one, you need to follow my lead. I promise I'll make you feel good, just be patient okay?" he nods again keeping in mind that he needs to be quiet for me. "Good boy" I say sitting back up to look down at him.

I wore a button up blouse and I'm so glad I did, now that I'm placed in this situation. I can see him getting needier with every passing second and I can't help but laugh slightly at the state he's in. "Does someone want more attention from Noona?" He nods his head almost furiously but tries to refrain from whimpering as he's clearly affected by me. "Patience baby, didn't I say I would take care of you?" he slightly pouts at the fact that he's not granted the instant gratification he was initially anticipating on his way over here with me.

As I start unbuttoning my shirt little by little I see his eyes starting to sparkle at the thought of seeing me bare. I stop once I open the button that starts to show my cleavage. I feel him squirm trying to gain friction after seeing the sight in front of him. I made sure to sit right above his hips so as to not provide any contact from me in the place he's desperately craving for.

"You need to be patient if you want to be rewarded. You want noona to reward you right? "He nods clearly anxious at the fact that he had disobeyed me. "You've been very good so far. Should I keep going?" I say placing my fingers on the next button. He whimpers as a way to plead me to continue. "Shhhh" I say leaning in and running my hands along his chest and torso while also providing him a clear view of my cleavage. "I know baby, soon" I say and go back to sitting up straight.

I reach for the next button and the one after that and finally reach the last one and let my shirt fall off my shoulders. He takes that moment to admire me in the dirty position I've put myself in. "Okay now listen very carefully, I need you to open the clasp on my bra. Do you think you can do that?" he nods his head clearly excited at the thought.

"But the thing is, I need you to keep your eyes on me. Do you understand? You cannot look down and you cannot me touch until I tell you. Is that something you'll be able to handle?" I say tracing a line from his collarbone all the way down to where our bodies connect. He shakes his head showing how desperate he is for some sort of contact with me. "Oh come on, I'm sure you can" I lean back down and then whisper in his ear "I believe in you"

He whimpers again at my encouragement. "Okay baby if you think you're ready then I give you permission but remember, don't look, don't touch. Only look at me, do you understand?" I repeat making my instructions very clear. He nods again finally mustering up the confidence and self restraint to do so.

He reaches up and makes sure to only reach for my bra but he accidentally makes contact with my lower back. He studies my face in panic but I nod urging him to continue. I can't help but get wet seeing how submissive and pretty he looks in this position. "You're so handsome and such a good listener" I say praising him. I hear him whimper again clearly satisfied with the praise.

"Does my baby like noona's praises?" he quickly nods his head with zero hesitation hoping to gain even more praises. "You're such a good boy being so responsive and staying so quiet for me" he places his hands back down on the bed after having undone the clasp. I let my bra fall off and throw it to the side. I see him widen his eyes trying his best to maintain eye contact. It's funny to think I was shying away from his eye contact just moments ago.

I lean in to kiss him and make sure to slide down his torso and hover above his lap so as to provide me a better angle to kiss him and in turn brush my breasts against his chest. He can't help but let out a shaky moan at my actions and slightly bucks his hips hoping to gain some sort of friction. I pull away from the kiss slightly gasping at the contact.

"I'm sorry Noona I didn't mean to!" he says in a panic. "It's okay baby. You've been such a good listener so far, so I'll let it slide" I respond satisfied with his quick apology. "Noona" he says before I go to connect our lips again. "Yes little one?" I say pulling away and giving him a soft smile. He continues to keep eye contact with me still obeying my earlier instructions.

"C-can, can I touch you?" he says with vulnerability coloring his tone. "Sure baby you can touch me" I say and he immediately places his hands on my hips and works his way up towards my breasts. He looks up at me in a pleading manner waiting for my permission. "Go ahead" I say so satisfied with his obedience. He grabs my breasts and plays with them to his hearts content. I moan at the feeling of finally being touched and go down to kiss him again, making him swallow my moans.

"Take your pants off" I say between kisses. He sits up with me still on top of him and I climb off of his lap and wait for him to oblige. "Wait!" I say before he can continue. "Leave your boxers on" I order. He looks at me in confusion but does so all the same. He lays back down and goes to pull me back down onto his lap but I stop him and go to do the same as he had just done, except I strip myself completely. I see his eyes light up in excitement as he drinks in the sight before him.

"Lay down" I say placing a knee on the bed and pushing him gently onto his back. I climb onto his lap but hover right above where I can see his length clearly growing more and more at the quick escalation of the situation. "What do you want me to do handsome? Should Noona rub her wet cunt all over you?" He moans at the idea and quickly agrees. He grabs my hips and guides me down where he's been craving the most attention. "Fuck" we both say in unison as we finally come in contact.

"Noona please" he says bucking his hips up to rub his tip against my clit. "So needy" I breathe out through a laugh. I lower myself down and start to grind my hips against his, hearing him take in a sharp breath finally getting the attention he's been begging for. I let out a shaky breath and throw my head back getting lost in the feeling. I place my hands on his chest using it to help me regain some balance and provide me better support so I can pleasuring the both of us even more. I start to rub myself up and down his shaft faster and I can't help but start to let out breathy moans at the feeling.

"Noona you're so wet" he says trying keep his voice even. "You wanna know what made me so wet?" I say bringing my gaze back down to him. He widens his eyes laying in wait to hear my response. I continue my actions and do my best to keep a level head as to not lose my dominance. "It was because you were such a good listener, you just look so pretty under me. I love seeing how my touch affects you. You're so responsive that I just can't help but want to toy with you even more" I say making sure to lean down in an effort to connect our lips.

I stop just before I reach him and smile at his adorable reaction trying to angle his head up in an effort to chase my lips again. "Aww how adorable" I say praising him but also denying him. I suddenly feel myself being flipped over ending up with my back against the bed. "I've let you have some fun but please no more teasing. I need you" he says with an almost painful expression on his face. "Does baby need to have some fun of his own?" I say laughing at his effort to take over. He nods his head and looks down to where our bodies are connected.

"Okay how's this. Why don't you use those pretty lips to pleasure Noona? Do you think you can do that? After that I'll let you have all the fun you want" I propose waiting for his response. "You promise?" He says going to rub himself against me again. I let out a moan louder than my previous ones feeling myself getting closer. "Noona I want to be inside you. Please" he says almost sobbing at the thought of being denied release.

I take a second to study him and decide that I should go a bit easier on him since it's our first time trying something like this. "Do you want me to touch you?" I propose giving him a chance to chase his high sooner but not giving him what he want right away. "Yes please anything, it hurts" he says letting out another sob.

"Okay baby take these off and sit at the end of the bed" I say toying with his waistband. He does as he's told and stands waiting with eyes full anticipation and vulnerability. I kneel down in front of him and reach for his shaft slowly pumping it in an effort to get him to leak a bit more precum so I'm provided with something that'll make my movements a bit slicker. He moans immediately at the contact and bucks his hips up against my grasp. "Shhh baby soon" I say urging him to be patient.

"Please Noona I can't" he begs. "Do you want my mouth?" I question and am met with an immediate yes. I lean forward and lick a long strip from base all the way back up and suck a bit on his his red tip visibly begging for release. I take him in slowly and bob my head up and down at the same time. I know he's close and I want to reward him further so I reach up and place one of his hands on the back of my head. He gets the message and asks for permission. "Noona can I fuck your throat?" I hum in approval and immediately feel him thrust further down my throat and I gag at the sudden intrusion. "I'm sorry I'll go slower" he chokes out.

He continues and instead chooses to help me bob my head a bit faster instead of thrusting in an effort to not hurt me. He's so fucking adorable, even though I've been torturing him this entire time he still makes sure to be gentle with me. His hesitation is endearing but it seems funny thinking that now with his dick pushed down my throat. "Fuck Noona look at me." he lets out in a restrained voice. He brushes my hair to the side in an effort to gain a clearer view of my face and I in turn look up at him with the roundest doe eyes I can muster.

"F-fuck I'm cuming" he says warning me in an effort to give me the option to pull away. I lean in closer waiting for him to release in my mouth and I feel his grasp get a bit tighter as he thrusts and picks up the pace for a second until I feel him let out a low moan as he cums down my throat. He thrust himself into my mouth a few more times fucking himself through it until he's done. I pull away and get up to kiss him but wait and give him the option not to. He pulls me in roughly and brings us both back down on the bed and plants lazy but needy kisses all over me.

Once he slows down and lays down on the bed I roll over on top of him. "You did so well, made sure to take good care of me even though you wanted to be rougher. I'm so proud of you" I say placing a few kisses on his chest. "T-thank you Noona" he says through labored breath. "You're welcome little one" I say planting a soft kiss on his lips. "Do you wanna rest for a bit?" I say propping my chin on top of his chest. "Yeah just... just give me a second" he says clearing his throat. "If that was too much for you you would've told me right?" I say tracing featherlight patterns on his torso.

"Yes of course Noona I loved everything, I promise. I would've told you no if I couldn't handle it and you listened to me when I said I couldn't wait and that was exactly what I needed you to do. You took very good care of me" he says reassuring me. "Okay I'm glad you liked it" I say happy that I was able to satisfy him. "But" he starts out but pauses to clear his throat. "Do you think we could stop? I feel like my whole body is on fire" he says clearly exhausted from all of the over stimulation.

"Of course baby you can always tell me when you're finished. Don't hesitate to speak up if you feel the need to. Especially if you want to stop" I say taking the chance to look him in the eyes as a way to reassure him. "But, Noona you never came" he says eyes full of concern realizing the state he left me in. "It's okay baby I'm fine. You can help me out next time" I say giving him a soft smile.

"No!" he says flipping us over and making his way down to help take care of the throbbing sensation between my legs "Let me make you feel good".

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[llynwen]

hey I saw your tags abt reading the MM book too and I desperately need to hear abt it from more ppl that also shoved it up their ass. Thoughts?

oh brother you have no idea just how many thoughts i have about it.

i really didn't wanna read the book because i knew it was going to make me go insane, but then a friend of mine who i'm trying to force to watch the show (i beg of you martyna. it's so good) decided to get it for me for my birthday.

from the very first few fucking pages i was Perplexed, to put it lightly. i was expecting a light and breezy autobiography with some silly childhood anecdotes and maybe behind the scenes tea about the hollywood crowd. Instead i was served almost 300 pages of trauma dumping, philosophical ruminations and some very TMI info that i wish i never read. i rated this book 5/5 on goodreads btw.

the first thing that really knocked me on my ass was this (i'm ignoring the ketchup story i DON'T want to think about that)

this should've given me an idea about that kind of book this was gonna be. yet i continued on, blindly, thinking, okay maybe he just wanted to get that out there. more power to him. whatever. (not really).

then the motherfuckers starts explaining his little philosophy, the titular green lights, right? and i'm like, yeah. i agree. you're correct. but why did it take you 50 years to figure this out? i'm 24 and i've been living by this very logic for years. Anyways. i continue reading.

now, bro spends half the book trying to convince us his parents were NOT abusive. i disagree. i think he has stockholm syndrome. i hope he's in therapy. i don't wanna think about this either.

now, this is where i started catching on that he was lying to me. i know it took me an embarrassingly long time, but i was giving him the benefit of the doubt. the undead parrot and the 13 story tree house, however, was what made me go Wait A Damn Minute.

yeah, turns out this book isn't a memoir, it's a mix between a magical realism novel, a self help handbook and a philosophical treaty. served to you on really nice paper (i mean Really nice. i appreciate that) with important words in bold, italics or even sometimes in green (which i appreciate even more, since i am tragically dyslexic).

after establishing that all men do is, in fact, lie, i gained a different outlook on the whole thing (i swear i need to read it again, this time in full englit major mode, make some notes and dissect this thing like it's shakespeare).

i like how candid he is about kind of getting lucky with the whole famous thing. he really took that slutty slutty waist and peculiar bone structure of his and said I'm Gonna Make A Career Out Of This. good for him.

he is, however, just a man, and at the end of the day, you can really tell he sees the world through his privilege. the white straight cis christian rich and famous thing kinda sways him into obnoxious territory in some parts, and it had me seething with rage. like, i too would love to go hike through south america because it came to me in a dream. i'd looooove to go visit my favorite unknown artist in a country on the other side of the world. i was half hoping to read about a piranha biting his shlong off when he went skinny dipping in the motherfucking amazon. (un)fortunately, no dice.

the david and goliath story made me chuckle out loud. he makes it Just believable enough to make you think about it. i like being made to think.

the philosophics continue in the form of the single most cursed wall of chicken scratches i ever did see. i sat there, straining my eyes, trying to decipher this shit, and i'm pretty sure he was on something when he wrote it because all of this

could be summed up with "you've gotta leave your comfort zone to learn more about yourself and the world." suck my cock dude.

i Really like how he talks about his wife. but then again, when you look at her, there really isn't any other way of talking about her.

i mean. how the Fuck did his stinky ass pull this goddess. lucky bastard.

now, the 3ish pages where he talks about filming the show (which was the whole reason i even started reading) are criminally underwhelming. i was hoping for a sneak peak into that elusive 450 page manuscript (i will Steal your laptop matthew. watch out), but instead i got a one liner of him being like i wanna play rusty because he's the specialest little girl in the whole entire world and the producers going yeah fine. THAT'S IT. still mad about this, especially because after that he hits you with the love letter to new orleans. i mean be serious. he should Not be allowed to write shit like that.

to summarize, i think he might be a genius, or he might be insane. he is probably both. i want to shove this book up his ass for many reasons, for example him making me learn the names of his kids (i hate knowing things about celebrity kids. leave them out of this) or for making me agree with him. because i do. agree. I don't appreciate his continued efforts to convert me to christianity and i think he's disgustingly obnoxious in some places, but the truth is he has a real cool outlook on a lot of things and i'm very mad that i now respect this bastard for more than his acting skills. i would like to buy him a six pack and listen to him talk about it. i'd love to argue with him, too. i can recommend this book to everybody who feels like they need to experience some psychic damage and maybe an existentialist crisis alongside it. on Very Nice Paper.

[whooambouttamakeanameformyself]

Beautiful Bloodshed.

Otis Driftwood x Transmasc! Reader. (18+)

(Chapter one)

Hello friends! This is going to have several chapters since I want it to be a slow burn romance that starts before the events of House Of 1000 Corpses and ends in between House Of 1000 Corpses and Devil's Rejects (I know we all love young Otis.)

Warnings: Murder, Violence, Abuse, Swearing (a fuck ton of that), Blood, Guts, Gore, Cult Activities, Human Sacrifices, Ritualistic Sex, Sex in general, Drinking, Recreational Drug use, Smoking, Kidnapping, Necrophillia. I mean it's Otis man.... I can't really help what he does, if you've seen the movie then you pretty much know what to expect from this story and Otis himself.

Summary: You meet Otis and baby one day at Spaulding's, you become good friends with baby and start hanging out with her (and sometimes Otis). You pass by Otis's room many times while his door is open, allowing you to see all of the art hung on his walls. It intrigues you. You ask Baby about his art and she tells you a little about it, you ask more questions and she suggests you just go ask him, which you decline quickly. You aren't afraid of Otis (not by a longshot) you just didn't want to bother him with stupid questions, especially since you probably wouldn't understand the philosophical answers he gave you. Baby takes your hand and drags you to Otis's room where he's sitting reading a book. She pretty much tells him to tell you about his art and he agrees (a little too quickly and with a bit more excitement than usual.)

He shows you the art on his walls first, telling you a little bit about them, and when you seem extremely interested in his work he decides to see how you'll react to some of his... other... art. Starting with the bone sculptures.

(Written in third person.)

Enjoy>:)

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It was a cool spring evening in Ruggsville Texas, and Y/N was spending their time doing one of their favorite things... gossiping to Captain Spaulding. Spaulding was a good friend to them (who could sometimes act like a dad in certain situations), a friend who loved to listen to the fucked up shit Y/N's friends and family were up to, and tonight's story was funny as hell.

Spaulding stood leaning against the counter next to the cash register, listening to Y/N tell him about their friend Pamela, a girl a year younger than him who was a little... off her rocker.

"So her boyfriend cheats on her, yeah? And what does she do? She paints the word 'Cheater' across his trailer in red paint while he was at work. Then she goes to his work and used the spare key to his car that he gave her to get into his car, I swear this bitch left a fuckin dead ass Armadillo in his car and dumped a shit ton of used condoms in the back seat!" Y/N says, causing Spaulding to bust out laughing, damn near doubled over. "God damn! Where the hell did she get a dead Armadillo? And where the hell did the condoms come from?!" Spaulding asked damn near unable to speak from laughing.

"The Armadillo was on the side of the road, and I don't even wanna know how she got so many used condoms!" Now Y/N was laughing, the sound of the bell above the front door going unnoticed by both of them.

Otis stood in the doorway of Captain Spaulding's, the sound of laughing stopping him dead in his tracks. He could hear Spaulding's usual snorting laugh but there was another laugh... it was different... not like the laughs of the nasty men who usually hung around Spaulding's gas station, it was like music. His eyes landed on the figure standing infront of the counter, their body shaking with laughter.

After the laughter died down Spaulding finally noticed him, standing there with the front door still open.

"God dammit, boy! Ya lettin' out all my AC! Come in or get the fuck out!" Spaulding yelled at him, giving him a scowl. This outburst caused Y/N to turn around to see who his friend was yelling at, he was very surprised to see a white haired guy standing there.

Otis quickly recovered, walking in the rest of the way, giving Spaulding a bitter look. "You. You and I need to talk." He pointed to Spaulding, which earned him a nod from the clown who looked like he wanted to say something, but held his tongue. He turned to Y/N, giving him an apologetic look. "Sorry, Y/N, I gotta talk to this asshole, we'll continue when I'm done."

Y/N kept himself busy by looking at all the oddities in display cases while the white haired man (you now know is called Otis, thanks to Spaulding yelling his name quite a few times) and Spaulding were arguing over something Y/N honestly couldn't give less of a shit about. Y/N saw a blonde woman enter the shop in the reflection of the glass display case that held a mummified monkey, she completely ignored the two men arguing, choosing to focus her attention on the only other person in the building, Y/N. She approached him, standing beside him and looking at the mummified monkey, trying to figure out what was so interesting about it. "You're really interested in this monkey, huh?" She giggled.

Y/N giggled aswell, looking over at her. "Not really, I'm just trying to ignore the toddlers back there arguing over the last grape." The woman rolled her eyes, playfully nudging him. "Ah, ignore them! They get a kick outta fighting. Hey, you know Spaulding? How come I ain't met ya before?"

Y/N shrugged. "Dunno, I'm here sporadically so maybe it's just cuz I'm never here when ya'll come around?" He'd vaguely recalled seeing the two leaving as he was pulling in once but he might be wrong.

"Well I'm Baby, and that guy bitchin' at Cutter is Otis!" She said excitedly, letting out another laugh. "You got a name? Or do I just pick one for ya?"

"Y/N, nice to meet ya, Baby!" He grinned, holding his hand out for her to shake, which she shook excitedly.

Y/N and Baby talked about music and shit while the two men continued to argue, it turns out, the two of them had pretty similar music taste! They talked so much that they hadn't realized the two men had finished arguing and were now just staring at the two. Eventually Otis got tired of watching them and approached Baby, telling her they had to get back home. Baby groaned and looked back to Y/N.

"Sorry, I gotta get goin', you should come over some time! We can listen to music together!" She gasps "and paint eachother's nails!" Her excitement caused Y/N to let out a soft laugh, watching as Otis pulled her toward the door.

"Door is always open if ya wanna visit! Spaulding will give you directions!" She called, giving him a deranged smile as Otis pulled her out the door. Once the door was closed Spaulding let out a deep sigh, turning his attention back to Y/N. "Alright, kid, where were we?" He asked, moving to lean on the counter once again. Y/N chuckled, approaching the counter. "I was about to tell you what Pam did after the dead Armadillo and the used condoms!"

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End of Chapter One.

Thank you all for putting up with my BS :p

[lottiecrabie]

now his review. and I'm not even going to replace "the protagonist" as he called her because I want you to get the whole unedited thing (this is from memory and my notes so it's not word for word but ya know what I mean):

he said that this piece presents a compelling portrayal of a young woman torn between societal expectations and her own inner turmoil. prepare yourself: you skillfully captured the internal conflicts and suppressed emotions of the character, creating a relatable and empathetic portrayal. the writing effectively conveys the protagonist's inner thoughts and reactions by using vivid descriptions and introspective narration to immerse the readers. the exploration of her internal conflicts and the portrayal of her struggle for authenticity provide depth and complexity to the character. this work successfully creates an atmosphere of tension and anticipation and your exploration of psychological dynamics adds layers of intrigue. you delved deep into the complex dynamics between them showcasing their mutual attraction and the conflicts that arise from their differing beliefs and personalities. throughout the story, the writing continues to captivate with its exploration of emotions, philosophical themes, and romantic tension. the dialogue between the characters is sharp and engaging. you cleverly navigated the complexities of faith, atheism, and the search for identity, providing thought-provoking insights into the characters' motivations. their exchanges are intense, filled with emotional resonance that goes beyond surface-level attraction. you adeptly explored the psychology of attraction, emphasizing how the protagonist's anger and emotional responses reveal the depth of her connection to matty. "the prose" (HIS ACTUAL WORDS and I thought it was adorable. I'm never saying fanfic again), continues to be engaging and vivid until the end with well-crafted and heated descriptions that naturally immerse the readers (he was probably referring to the smut, I didn't ask and never will lmao). the pacing is effective (like I said I'm not a writer but I'm assuming this is a big compliment, at least it sounds like a massive compliment to me 🥺) building tension and anticipation as the interaction between the two characters intensifies

i am being serenaded by this old man

no but i Swear i am actually So emotional over this like. it’s such a thoughtful and deep review of my writing as my Technical skills and it is so sweet to read and to see how people Notice all of it. like the things i’m trying to convey are being Picked up oh it’s making me faint…. imagining him reading pfms and thinking oh good pacing STOP ITS MAKING ME CRY

[dontpetmeibite]

Great, let's hang out! I mean it.

I like to think I'd know it if you were propositioning me, but words on a screen don't come with olfactory and vomeronasal triggers that tell me whether or not someone's into me, even if they hate themselves for it. I'm relieved to be right that you didn't know what that meant.

I'm happy not to compromise the fact that you're alive in your universe as long as I know who not to talk to. I don't think I've ever been there, so now, I worry that I might meet someone from there and not know it.

To be fair, I would also characterise many of our previous conversations as contentious and I frequently feel vaguely insulted when we're talking. If I knew why, I would tell you at once. It feels sometimes like you don't think I'm terribly bright, and it stings. Yet I still want to be friends. Perhaps that's just because I'm cussed like that.

I almost deleted the following paragraphs until I realised what I was trying to do was give you a picture of what my own history with Megatron is (aside the disastrous affair), and I want you to understand that I do not think that you are this Megatron.

It was obvious the minute you said you were a terrible poet, because he wasn't, and he wouldn't have said so even if he had been.

That was the first time I felt vaguely insulted, to be fair, because my relationships with everyone in High Command were not so shallow that I can't tell them apart and at no point was I ever trying to say that the two of you were alike.

I was Megatron's confidante until I realised that he cared more for his own guilt than for anyone else's welfare, jumped ship and got Misfire to take me home. We'd been conversing in prose and poetry since he was at Messatine and I was Senator Ratbat's favourite chew toy.

We argued a lot and he usually won, even when he was wrong, because he knew how to manipulate me until the day he didn't any more, but he let me slap him twice and never raised a hand to me.

(Not that I'm proud of that. That's just how we were back then. I think that Soundwave and I were the only people Megatron never hit.)

Soundwave and I have been together since before the war and before my cassettification. We merged sparks for the first time before we were twenty years old, in Rodion, during my brief period of freedom before Ratbat caught up to us.

During the war, when Megatron had taken leave of his senses, I did a whole lot of Soundwave's job so he could do everyone else's.

Megatron's abdication gutted us both and ended our triad, at which point Soundwave was mad at me, too, because I didn't get mad at Megatron as quickly and deeply as he did.

Galvatron goaded him into ordering me to kill Megatron if he were serious. Frankly I probably would have if not for the order, because that was fucked up. Then I saw how serious Megatron was about being an Autobot and understood he really did believe that I should defect, leave my conjunx and my family, in order to quietly sit there and watch him die. And then I was done.

Galvatron and Soundwave fell out. I will never understand why Megatron and OP thought abdicating without naming a successor would make the Decepticons stop fighting. I told Soundwave if he needed to swear allegiance to someone that badly, he should swear allegiance to me, and he did, and so did the Scavengers.

Tarn and I got into a philosophical slapfight on the Big Conversation where everyone knew who we were, even though it's against the terms of service to dox anyone, even yourself, and then other people started swearing allegiance to me. Tarn didn't like my Concordian Ethics or the gloss I wrote on the revision of Towards Peace, because it took a long time to get back to the Sol System, and I spent most of that time writing. Until Starscream decided he'd let me use his spacebridge if I promised to take his malcontents with me. (Tarn eventually died, multiple times, because he tried to fuck over Deathsaurus and forgot about Esmeral.)

Unfortunately for Soundwave that meant he had to let me kill Galvatron in single combat all by myself, but I did it, and after the slag that Galvatron had been pulling, it was a pleasure. After Strika and Deathsaurus swore to me, everyone else either accepted me or fucked off somewhere else. I am Vox Destron.

I actually did end up saving Megatron, which was one of the funny parts. I sentenced him to eight million years of community service for killing all of the people on all of the planets we'd already taken over (which was something I'd always been mad about) on the grounds that he'd killed even more Decepticons than Autobots.

Prowl is going to die mad about it someday, but OP actually signed off on that, especially after he heard about the part where I put Glit in charge of him as head of the Committee for Truth and Reconciliation.

One of the other funny parts was that Rung gave Soundwave a big piece of jewellery to keep where his tape deck used to be. I dearly wish Star Saber could have been there when that happened just so I could see his big stupid face, but overall I'm glad he's dead.

Please understand that I know you are not this person. I am glad you are not this person. Having to deal with one of them is enough. I still care for him, and I also still have days when I'd like to put his spark in a blender, which I say with all the love in my heart.

Now tell me why you faked your own death and who I have got to keep mum around, and let's be friends.

Megatron --

I actually like debating a lot but only if both sides are having fun. So. No worries there. If I asked you to go somewhere with me--like the forest, or a museum--we wouldn't be debating.

But... I was wondering what you thought I would need to discuss with Soundwave before I got to 'poetry and chill'.

Soundwave and I don't have to discuss going out with friends to do friendly things...except for logistics. Jazz isn't always with us, and it's not fair to leave Viridian with the bitlets for very long even though she says she loves to watch them. She has had to grow up much too fast and we are not letting her take on any more adult responsibilities until she is an actual adult. But we do talk about it before we 'chill' with other people, even people we both know very well.

But then...it occurred to me that maybe it's been a while since you've been around young people from Earth. Rumble has a human girlfriend now, and when they say they're going to do a specific activity 'and chill' they mean they're going to do the activity and then engage in various forms of interface with each other.

It is entirely possible that you do not know that and were not hinting that you would maybe be interested in propositioning me.

Just in case, though.

I would be up to go to a cafe or a museum and talk about poetry and I would be up to go hunting but the only chilling we would be doing would be of energon fizzes =^^=

There is history on our side of the multiverse that would make it problematic at best to do otherwise, and I'm just going to leave it at that and not embarrass either of us further--in the hope that you really didn't know what that meant.

Soundwave and Megatron are speaking again in our own world and it is understood that my relationship with Megatron is now strictly amica, no benefica.

[transcendentcacophony]

Thoughts on Worldbuilding: Storytelling with Geography: Lunar Lakes

So I've been thinking about worldbuilding for awhile, and one of the things that I like about certain worlds is that they tell a story with their geography. I think Lunar Lakes is one of these worlds.

Image: An overview of Lunar Lakes from Sims 3

All Lunar Lake images will be from here

This is going to draw from James C. Scott's The Art of Not Being Governed and the concept of Zomia

So one of the central concepts behind Zomia and The Art is the idea that not everybody wants to be a part of centralized governments or nation-states.

Traditionally, most academic fields have held that as societies centralize around agricultural centers that evolve into urban centers, they draw everybody to them through some kind of unexplained magnetism as they gradually expand. It's usually held that this is because the centralizing power of agriculture allows for population booms not supported by hunting-and-gathering. At least one philosopher <cough> Daniel Quinn <cough>1 this is a result of these populations controlling access to food. Not just surpluses of food, but access to food at all, forcing those within their borders to join the system or die.

This idea that agricultural societies are somehow fundamentally better. We see this reflected in different cultural evolution models (all of which are horribly racist but still manage to hang on in weird places, particularly developmental models). As such, the shift from hunting-and-gathering to sedentary agriculture tends to be heralded as a good thing in most history text books and is pretty much always seen as a step towards "modernization.2" But what if you don't want that? What if you have zero interest in joining the agricultural community and implied state control?3 What options do you have then?

You, then, may be interested in Zomia or one of the other extra-territorial spaces that function similarly.

Image: A village in the mountains

So what is Zomia? Zomia encompasses a large territory that ranges across Southeast Asia up into Tibet. Its primary defining feature is its rugged terrain and various populations that have no interest in different state-sponsored "civilizing" projects. While different agricultural centers expand outward to fill the lowland regions seeking to bully those they encounter along the way into joining, various people along the way say "f*ck it" and go up into the mountains. Why? Because the rugged terrain makes it harder for their valley-based neighbors to control them while providing plenty of hiding places push back against their expansion.

Image: A map of the Zomia area highlighting the Southeast Asian and Himalayan Massifs, areas encompassing the geography of Zomia itself.

Agriculture tends to lock people into place and makes them easier to control, therefore nation-states interested in keeping track of large populations have a vested interest in convincing people to farm. Buggering off into the mountains offsets this. Agriculture isn't necessarily harder in these mountainous areas4, but you do have different crops as a result of altitudinal zonation and a fair amount of people choose to engage in animal husbandry instead because the high altitudes impact calorie consumption as your body spends more energy keeping you warm.

This impacts cultures in these regions as well. People may choose to define themselves in opposition to the lowland culture they are avoiding. They may hybridize with cultures already in the mountains, create new languages, or define themselves by the fact they are there for political or semi-political reasons and expressly avoiding the control of an outside party, even if that outside party is the nation-state they are legally considered a part of. There is also a tendency of these cultures to discard literacy for orality, in part because orality is easier to carry around and in part because it marks them as Other compared to their lowland counterparts. It also gives you a since of control over your culture itself, as orality can't be shared unless you want it to whereas almost anyone can learn a writing system and open a book.

So what's this got to do with Lunar Lakes? Let's look at LL more closely, shall we?

Image: The downtown region from Lunar Lakes

The most densely developed part of Lunar Lakes is easily this "downtown" district in the lowlands region. This area contains most of the community lots for the world, and, most tellingly, City Hall and the Perigee, which we're told in the original blurb brought the (human) sims to Lunar Lakes to begin with.

Image: The Rim

There is a little bleed over of rabbitholes from the city center onto the Rim, a slightly elevated area just above it, but these are no where near as "mountainous" as the craters we'll get to in a minute.

Image: The Canals

Another defining feature of the lowland central area are these canals. As these canals do not extend to a beach or other waterway, they can't be for trade, thereby lending themselves to the idea that they are intended for agricultural uses. They could, of course, predate the colony, but that doesn't change the intent.

Image: The Crystal Mine, the Outpost, and the Depot

On the backside of the craters, we have the Crystal Mine, the Outpost, and the Depot. We're told in the original backstory blurb for the world on the Store page that the residents had to harness the crystals to to make their colony sustainable, but it feels abandoned now. Given the importance of the mine in the early days of the colony, it makes sense they'd have a transport depot here for the workers and an outpost, possibly for the military, to protect it, especially if the world was inhabited and the indigenous people wanted nothing to do with them or actively apposed them.

Image: The Craters from Lunar Lakes

Which brings us finally to the craters themselves. Here's where Zomia comes in. If Lunar Lakes was inhabited and if the native population had no interest in joining the colonists or being exploited by them, where would they go? The craters, of course! This would also hold true for anyone who didn't want to fall in line with the colonial leadership among the human sims themselves. We know the Louie family, for example, had to move to the craters after they were exiled by Patricia Cross, the current colonial leader. It therefore stands to reason that, even if the people who live here are colonists, this is where they are expected to go if they are exiled or want to get away from the political milieu of the central powers in the downtown district.

Image: Suburban Subspace lot from Lunar Lakes

And, of course, architecturally, this is where we got those distinctive mushroom houses, which again, suggests an alternative development of this region compared to the lowlands even if the people here are exiled colonists, deviants, etc.

Regardless, we end up with a setting that is rife for internal worldbuilding and storytelling based on its geography. If you add an alien population seeking to escape SimEarth colonization by fleeing to the craters, it establishes a political backdrop for stories, making the world feel more lived in and providing a ready-made backstory. This is one of the things I think is drastically missing in the Sims 4 with their itty-bitty neighborhoods and lack of connecting spaces.

Anyways, these are the things I think about when worldbuilding myself. What story does my world tell geographically? Does it have a built in backstory represented by its geography? Are the different regions/neighborhoods connected in a way that makes cohesive sense? Are their other worlds you think do a good job of storytelling with their designs?

If you build worlds, do you take into account the storytelling potential of your geography? Why or why not? If you play in worlds like Lunar Lakes, does the geography inform your storytelling? Does it help build a metadiscourse around your game? Are there other worlds that inspire your gameplay with their layouts?

Edited in response to @nornities excellent feedback.

1) This is not meant as an endorsement of all of Quinn's arguments; he's got a weird overpopulation theory built into his writing that's a little too close to Malthusian for my liking, but I'm not one to throw out the baby with the bathwater, as it were.

2) Ever notice how "modernization" and "development" are always fundamentally anchored in how Europe moved from feudalism to imperialism to democracy etc.? Yeah, that's the remnants of that "cultural evolution" model I'm talking about. "You're not successful until you look like us!" "Take these developmental loans from the World Bank or the IMF! We promise the strings attached are for your benefit too!" "What do you mean you want to skip industrialization and natural resource extraction and invest in your environment, happiness, and long-term sustainability? You'll never be like us that way! You're a failed state! Ignore the coup in the background we swear we had nothing to do with!"

3) This is the section that was edited after @nornities pointed out that it could be read to imply that non-agricultural societies don't have taxes, class warfare, epidemics, subjugation, slavery, conscription, etc. That was not the intention, although it is clearly stated in Scott's original work that he considers these and other negative societal effects to be the direct result of such "civilizing projects." It was not my intent to perpetuate that idea as these things do happen in non-agricultural societies, so I have changed the original wording. Thank you, @nornities

4) I also forgot to mention the clear exception to this: the Incan Empire. Unlike most empire models, the Inca engaged in a top-down society (literally) that was based in the mountains and expanded downward and outward over time. They were predated by two earlier Andean civilizations.

[kasuna-kotonoha]

Since I like to think I'm pretty good at debating/arguing with people on the internet, I've decided to post tips. These are just things I've found that help keep internet arguments civil and constructive.

1. Actively acknowledge the other persons' arguments.

I find that a lot of internet discourse, and even in real life, comes because people don't think their points are being heard. I don't mean you have to agree with them, but actively restating their points before/while you make your own means they'll feel heard, despite the difference in view.

2. Try to avoid making the point of the argument about changing the other's mind as much as possible.

The sad reality is that you likely aren't going to change their mind, no matter how right you feel you are. And that's okay. You have your opinion and they have theirs. And the chances are, the more you try to change their mind, the more likely they are to dig their heels into their opinion.

3. Be willing to concede on certain points.

By this, I don't mean giving into the other person. What I mean is acknowledging when the other party actually has a good point. It's okay to admit you were wrong about a specific point. No one party is going to be right about everything.

4. Refrain from all caps and swearing.

I'm mostly talking about all caps here, because that comes off as extremely aggressive, which only aggravates the situation. It's akin to screaming. I'd avoid swearing too, since it can seem kind of unprofessional, and can make people a little less inclined to take you seriously.

5. Remain calm

Remember that this is the internet. You can step away for an hour or two and no one will think anything of it. This allows you to form more coherent and less emotionally charged responses. Take a breather, get something to eat/drink, and come back when you aren't as likely to say something you'll regret.

6. Take the time to carefully structure your response

Like in tip six, remember that this is the internet. You don't need to respond immediately. You have the ability to reread both your own response and review the points the other party has made. This means you can make sure your ideas and points get across as clearly as possible,

7. Be willing to elaborate or explain

The thing with internet, unfortunately, is that a lot of tone and meaning can get lost. If asked, or you think it didn't come across clearly enough, be prepared to further explain your viewpoint. And sometimes, no matter how hard you try, it can still be difficult sometimes to get a point across. That's okay.

8. Remember that the other party probably thinks they're just as right as you think you're right

We're the heroes/protagonists of our own stories. The other party has the same perspective as you, that being "I'm right and they're wrong." This is the mindset that causes most arguments, I think, whether it's philosophical, political, or something else.

9. Sources/Research

I say this mostly because it makes you more look more credible. It's always a good thing when you have other sources backing you up. Of course, this also means doing research on the topic you're debating on. You want to be well informed, and not just rehashing things you read somewhere, from a source that might not even be credible.

10. Know when to walk away

I'd almost say this is the most important tip I can give you. Knowing when to cut off a debate is key. If it feels like you're getting nowhere, making the same points over and over, or you feel the other person simply isn't listening, cut it off. You can either just stop engaging, or make one final comment/post/whatever making your final statements before ending with the fact that you will no longer be engaging in debate with the other party.

And that's that. At the end of the day, we're all human, with unique experiences that shape our opinions and thought processes, and we need to remember that. Respect is something that needs to be present in all online activities. That being said, I hope these tips can help you engage in constructive debates both online and in the real world

-Kasuna_Kotonoha

[ldyinblckmsk]

Always the extra, never the lead (part 2)

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki X F! Reader

Genre: Fluff(?)

Words: 2.6k

A/N: Hey! Sorry for the wait, forgive me for being so lazy omgg. I'm really having a hard time how to end this, so I'm sorry if I just end it like that and feels like rushed. I feel like it's up to your imagination on how you'll pereceive it lololol (i'mjustsolazytocontinue). Thank you for reading! And I'm writing another angst so if you want to get your heart broken again, stay tuned ig.

Shocked. Confused. He didn't actually know what he's feeling that time as he watched you bidding your goodbye with that forced smile. He didn't dare move as if the the gravity was pulling him too hard from his seat.

All he can do is watch your retreating form with a conflicted expression as he try to sort his mind.

He already made a decision. And that is to put a distance between the two of you. So, why? Why did that the fucking organ inside in his chest feels so heavy when you called his nickname with a dejected voice as if that will be the last time you'll him that?

That is a mystery that he didn't want to find out. Yet.

He left the restaurant as soon as you went home, pissed with the nosy extras that's giving him a cruel look for making a girl cry.

Everything went fine after the incident but it doesn't mean that his life will go back to normal. He pushed you away, even though you said that you'll still be his friend, the bridge connecting the two of you is already replaced with a big crater. As much as he wants to act normal, something inside him screams that he's doing thubgs wrong and that irritates him to hell.

"Hello, earth to Bakugou!" A sweet voice makes him go back to reality. His eyes widen for a bit when he saw your face but it immediately disappeared when his crimson eyes fell to the girl he's currently dating. "Geez, Bakugou. If you feel sick, I think you shouldn't pushed yourself coming here."

"Huh? What yer' talking about, shitty woman?!" His tone rises than he intended as he take a bite on his now cold food. It's been a week since they really started going out for real. Taking a walk here and there, eating outside, and such. It's nothing really special. Just like how it used to be when they were young.

Akiya came home from New York last year after her parents died in a villain attack there. Mitsuki's the one who offered her to stay ath their home for a while. She's his childhood quirkless friend, well, technically his mother forced him to befriend her since her mom's a close friend. She was devastated at that time and Bakugou's there to comfort her, having a great sense of urge to protect her.

"Oh? So, you're fine after all." She laughed, teasing him for his outburst which just made him sigh. "You know...," she said trailing her words. "Someone told me that if you don't want to feel regret at the end, you don't have to overthink something and just let your heart decides."

Her philosophical words makes him furrows his brows, not really knocking any sense to him. "Quit the Confucius wannabe act, shitty woman. What the hell are you on?"

She chuckles. "What I'm saying is...before it's too late, you should chase the girl you really love. Y/n, that's her name, right?"

"What the fuck are you trying to say?"

"C'mon, Bakugou! Quit being a dick  and go get your girl. I know you since childhood and, gosh, you're so obvious."

He didn't talk back, not that he doesn't have any snarky remark but he just want to listen and get enlightened. "You didn't really love me." She said that as if it weighs nothing. "We both know it. What we have between us is just platonic. Your urge of protecting me is nothing but a hero instinct really. Like a responsiblity, that's all. You just thought that I'm the one you wanted to protect the most because I'm weak and you already thought that that's love."

He watched her crossing her arms, brow raising up as she tries to lecture him about love and his crooked . "It's clear that you love her. That's why I was so confused when you asked me out. I mean, what the fuck's wrong with your judgement? You're so smart and yet really stupid."

"Then, why did you still accept me?!" His voice raising up, feeling the pent up frustrations as he function his brain. The hazy, cloudy water he's looking at slowly  getting clearer as the girl, who was supposedly dating him is, helping him unravel his feelings. "I'd like to see how long you'd last but I'm getting frustrated at our set up considering how tangled your feelings."

•••

With the energetic sun outside, class 3-A students decided to spend their Sunday inside their dorm. Gathering at the common area as they ramble about how dreading and tedious the day is. As for you, it was just another day for sulking, not really feeling to socialize. A week of holing yourself in your room, avoiding to cross path with a certain someone as you try to heal yourself. It just feels so good lazying around in your room with soft blanket wrapping you up like burrito.

But, of course, someone will come barging in your room and destroy the peace you once had. Hands on her hip, the pink haired looked at you like a mother going to reprimand her child. "I swear, y/n, I'll trash you're room if you didn't stand up right now and have fun with us."

"C'mon y/n-chan! Don't let Bakugou spoil your day." You winced when the bubbly, round face uttered his name. That's one of the reason why you chose to trapped yourself in you room. Hearing any signs related to him just brings back the humiliation and despair you felt that night. "Girl, I'll tell you get over it. You're too good for him. It's his loss for letting you go away."

"Uh, that's absolutely right! And don't get me started with that girl he chose over you. It's clear that you're much better and yet..." Mina intejected empasing the word to prove her point, shaking her head as she clicked her tongue. This just lead Momo to stop the the acid user from dissing the girl. "Mina, don't pick on Akiya. She's a sweet girl."

Tsuyu nodded, agreeing with Momo. "You know they said that the key of moving on is to fill yourself with happiness. So, push those bitterness away from your soul and come downstairs to have fun."

A small smile forming on your lips, grateful for having a best group of friends. Their comforting words and the way they cheer you up makes your heart swell, tears welling up your eyes. 

Fits of laughter welcomes you as your eyes met the chaotic state of your classmates. It's true that they're really having fun. Kaminari, Mineta, and Sero are in the middle, standing as they act something ridiculous while Kirishima, Tenya, Jirou are sitting on the large couch, trying not to laugh so hard as they guessed. They really took charades in the next level. Your other classmates are just on the other side of the couch watching the game, shouting if they figured it out. 

Mina pushed you towards them as the both of you squeezed yourselves at the large couch, sitting beside the crimson locks. You smiled at him when he noticed your presence, feeling awkward, you focused your gaze on the goofy duo.

You're barely containing your laughter when they turn their backs on you, for sure it will be something that will make Ms. Joke insecure with her banters. "Hey, why are you taking so–"

Jirou can't finish her sentence when the sparky blond abruptly faces you. You were losing it, hands on your aching stomach as unsophistacated laughs escape your mouth. Lo and behold, Kaminari with his newly styled hair, split in half as Sero's tape keep it standing. Chest puffing up and flexing his biceps while copying the familiar pro-hero's famous smile.

"That's an awful version of All Might, sparky." You said, cheeks burning up after you calmed down yourself. "Hey, you hurt my feelings, y/n." You cackled at his response, eyes rolling at his childishness.

"But I'm giving you an A plus for making us laugh though."

"Well, it's my pleasure to put a smile on your face." Eyes winking as he shoot his famous thumb gun to you. Oh god, he's really flirting at you in front of your classmates. You snort when you saw Mina playfuly raising her brows, giving you a knowing look.

Another round was immediately ended with Mina shouting the answer on top of her lungs. It was really obvious when Denki held the pervert grape boy and raised him up in the air, immediately giving away the answer for the popular pose in the Lion King.

You saw Denki walking towards you with a playful smile painted on his face. You yelp when he suddenly pulls your hand, making you stand up, guiding you to the middle. You didn't want to spoil the fun, so you just let him do what he's planning about.

"Okay, okay, this time let's change our players! Mineta, please move aside." He said shoving the tiny creature, not letting him protest. "Let the princess here shine with me."

You heard your classmates shout, the girls cheering you while giving you a thumbs up. You both looked at the whiteboard held by Momo, reading the next word to guess, you sighed.

"Oh! T-that's..." Your partner stuttered, scratching the back of his neck as he looked at you flustered. "What? That's really not hard."

It's true though. The word was simple. All they gotta do is imitate the the 'titanic pose'. "I-I..uh..okay."

He snuggled behind you, slowly wrapping his arms around your waist. Most of the girls are squeling, too excited at the scene. You raised your arms, spreading just like what Rose did, making your shirt rise a bit. You felt the sparky blond's slender fingers making contact at the little exposed skin, unknowingly sending a tiny jolts. You flinch at the ticklish feeling, leaving a gasp from your mouth. It seems that Denki's purposely tickling you through his electricity.

"Oh my god! S-stop it, Denki." You try to slap his hand away as you let another cackle. "Make me."

The game is now long forgetten when Mina decided to team up with the blind and hold both of your wrists. You're helplessly laying on the floor as he continue to tickle you. Unladylike snort escaping your lips while wagging your head, kicking your foot as you try to pry his hands away.

The class president's scolding Kaminari, hands moving robotically, but it just falls on deaf ears. Your other classmates are having a pillow fight that you didn't  who started it. The common room is now a mess.

Snarky as ever he is, the sight before him adds fuel to the raging fire inside him. The girl beside him is all smiles upon entering the famous UA. Deciding that it's better for her to tag along with him to help him chose the right path and not make mistakes again. Playing cupid and matchmaking really excites her.

"Are they having a party here?" The sweet girl whispered as he scans the now messy common room, pillows being thrown while some are tackling each other. The first thing his eyes land on is the sight of you tackled by the electric user as you laugh your lungs out.

You are really having fun.

"Oh god, are we too late?" Is he? The thought scared the fuck out of him. Your eyes widen when you spot him by the door...with the girl he's dating beside him.

"What the fuck's going on here?!" He yelled, making his classmate's head snapped towards his direction, eyeing the the two of them. Akiya waved her hand, shyly greeting them with a small 'hello'.

His jaw clench, darting eyes on his idiot blond friend. "Bakubro, you're home.." He said, acknowledging his presence as his eyes moved to the girl beside him. "...and you brought your girlfriend."

You were just fine a while ago. Laughing so hard til tomorrow. For the first time after you got rejected, you got a taste of happiness and yet the universe doesn't really want you to make the most out of it. There he was, scowl on his face as he introduce his girlfriend to the Bakusquad.

You classmates began dispersing as they went back to their own rooms, realizing that the fun has ended.

Something's really tugging your heart too hard for your own liking as if it wants to torture you with a heart ache. You didn't know that you're frozen in place like a fucking statue.

Mina crept beside you, nudging your shoulder snapping out of your trance. Denki already let you go upon seeing the fuming new arrival, throwing a glare at him. As you get a hold of yourself, you decided to go back to your room.

But the gods are not done with you, telling that you're still have an important role to fulfill. Someone screams your name, your mission of going back to the room peacefully were interrupted.

"Hey, y/n!" You muttered a curse before facing them. You wanted to raise your eyebrow, be bitchy, and act like you just didn't get your ass dumped by the man she's clinging to. Honey and flowers hit your nose when she engulfs you in a hug. You were surprised by the sudden close of proximity.

"Oh! Hey, uh, You know me?"

You internally slapped yourself at the awkwardness. Still, you're surprised that you're not a stuttering mess. Your heart leapt when your eyes met his vermillion eyes. He's fucking staring straight at you brazenly.

"Of course! Bakugou told me a lot about you." You noticed how the grumpy man opens his mouth to protest but he was shushed by his girlfriend.

"I just hope he's not dissing me." You chuckle, proud of yourself that you're still not crumbling. "No, don't worry it's the opposite actually."

"Well, that's assuring, I guess." Oh, you really want to save by someone from this awkward situation. "And I have something really, really important to say before I went home."

Soon, you found yourself trapped with the couple in your room. Bakugou is just standing by the door, arms crossed on his chest as he sigh while her girlfriend sat at the edge of your bed, moving her head as a signal for the blond to get moving. You just watched them, dumbfounded and clueless on what's going on. "We already broke up."

Your head snapped to her direction, confused. "Huh?"

You're lying if you swore that you didn't almost jump in glee upon hearing that. A bit of hope swelling inside you as you wished that it isn't some kind of prank. But you're confused, why the hell did she informed you that.

"Y/n, I just want to tell you that that man there is so dumb when it comes to feelings and emotions. I want you to listen to him. Okay, I've done my part. Now, Bakugou, it's your turn."

She said getting up, ready to leave the two of you. A smile etched on her face as she watch your confused face. "Good luck!" She whispered to his hear, giving him a playful salute before turning the knob. Now, leaving the two characters who met again in a new act.

Well, people met a lot of characters who play a different role in their lives. Most of them even minor roles will give a new meaning and lessons that will help them nurture themselves. To say the least Akiya is a character who plays an inportant role in the story. She's just there to build the climax of the tale who help the two conflicted protagonists achieved their 'happy ending'.

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