#i think i wont tag their true name yet just in case

[hasarjunadoneanythingwrong]

Hi! I'm a bit curious if you have any ideas or headcanons for F/SR Saber and Arjuna's dynamics, either in-game or otherwise? (Or really for him and any other F/SR original character, if that's alright to ask!)

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[masarukt]

🏳️‍⚧️On Misgendering🏳️‍⚧️ - ⚠️I Would Really Appreciate It If The Non-Trans Folks Would Stop To Read This⚠️

TW/CW: Transphobia/Transantagonism themes and all (and I do mean ALL) the awful and horrible things that go along with it are discussed - such as suicide, death, misgendering, deadnaming, assault, anti-trans bills, etc. Please make sure to look to the tags for more.

So, due to the fact that there are literally SO MANY anti-trans bills that have been introduced across the country (The United States of America) and CONTINUE to be introduced across the country that seeks to block us trans folks from receiving the most basic of healthcare, education, legal recognition, and just the right to exist publicly, I feel the need to talk about this very real issue that seems to be considered a “small issue” to some folks:

Misgendering.

To some, it might seem like something small - a slip up here, a small issue there…and I am here to tell you that it is not. It is NOT a small issue to misgender a trans person. Ever. Even if it is by necessity (I say this because sometimes, I need to be misgendered for the sake of not confusing one of my relatives who has memory issues, for example - or if the trans person isn’t out of the closet just yet).

But, when it isn’t necessary to misgender someone, like in the rare cases like the examples that I just gave, then you ABSOLUTELY SHOULD NOT BE MISGENDERING THEM. This is especially true if you have known about them being trans and about what their pronouns are and what their name is for an extended period of time.

Some folks are also given a grace period to learn pronouns. This is very much true, even, for “They/Them” pronouns because for some folks, those ones can be hard for folks to wrap their brains around even though, technically, singular they/them has been around since 1375 at least - so over 600 years old. It was being used as a singular pronoun by famous writers such as Charles Dickens, Jane Austen, Henry James, and F. Scott Fitzgerald. (I have not provided a source for this because you can easily find this information if you search via any search engine for “when was singular They first used”.)

So…I’m sorry folks, but there is really no good reason for folks to be getting their panties into such a twist over using “they/them” as a singular pronoun for folks…at all. And at the end of the day, if it IS an issue, there is a lot of educational material out there to help learn how to use “they/them” as a singular pronoun when referring to someone. Plus, if nothing else, you can always practice on your own in order to get the hang of it. That way, when you are talking to the person, or about the person with someone else, you wont run the risk of misgendering them on accident.

You could even write about them in a journal - that’s always good practice too (I am literally giving free advice here - please take this advice, I am BEGGING YOU). All that I, as a trans person, am asking here is for the non-trans folks, the Cis folks (and Cis is NOT a slur for folks who think that it is - all it means is “the same side of” and in this case, it just means that you identify as the gender that you were assigned to at birth; that’s all) to be better allies to us trans folks.

Because we need you now, more than ever before. We need you by our side right now. We really do. Because we are out here suffering, scared, feeling so very alone.

And dying. A lot of us are dying.

And do you know what else contributes to our deaths?

Misgendering.

It does. It really does. Because do you know what Misgendering does to us?

It makes us feel like you do not see us for who we are. It makes us feel like you do not care. Like as if we are a joke to you. As if we do not matter. As if our existence doesn’t matter. And it makes us feel as if our worth in this world, our struggle, means nothing. As if all of our battling through it all was meaningless.

And then, the next thing you know, another dead trans person ends up on the news…gone far too soon…

I almost lost one of my trans siblings, who will remain nameless because I want to protect their identity, because one of their family members refuses to gender them correctly, among other things…but Misgendering contributed to them almost being lost to this world.

They’re very lucky to still be here with us. I’m extremely relieved and happy that they’re still here.

So…This is one of the many reasons why if you do “slip up” with our pronouns and/or our names, we or someone around us who does know our correct pronouns and/or name will most likely correct you. And, if you are corrected? It is generally best to not get defensive about it. If you do get defensive about it, do you know what that does? It shifts the blame onto us - making it seem like it’s somehow OUR fault for being difficult or something when no, it isn’t our fault. It isn’t really the “fault” of anyone, really - all that this means is that you just need more practice in recognizing and/or remembering our correct pronouns and/or name.

So, a better reaction would simply be “Oh, thanks -“ then proceed to use the correct pronouns and/or name and continue on with whatever it was that you were saying. It’s as simple and quick as that. It doesn’t need to be a big show and dance, it doesn’t need to be a huge deal - it’s as simple as that, and we can move right along. And all it means is that a little more work needs to happen on your end.

Literally EVERYONE messes up at first - we all have messed up before, no one is perfect, we are all human. I’ve had to practice correct pronouns and names before - I’m sure everyone has had to before - especially neo-pronouns. Those ones can be hard for me sometimes, especially because my mouth doesn’t want to form the words properly sometimes so I actually have to practice as if I’m learning a new language or something. But, I do eventually get the hang of it.

Matter of fact, for folks who may want extra practice with names and pronouns, here is a great resource for practicing such a thing called the 🏳️‍⚧️Pronoun Dressing Room:

I need for the Cis folks to understand something: Misgendering IS IN FACT a form of Transphobia - Transantagonism. It is a form of violence towards us trans folks. Whether you realize it or not, that is EXACTLY what it is.

So is Deadnaming us. Even if you knew what our name was before we changed it, constantly Deadnaming us - unless ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY - is a form of violence towards trans people and can ALSO contribute to our deaths.

I’ve lost so many of my trans siblings over the years…so many trans friends…

So many…

I do not want to lose more. But I know I will…do you want to know why?

504 Bills in 49 States.

45 Passed.

362 Active.

97 Failed.

Source:

Right now. That’s where we are at…RIGHT. NOW.

So…where are my Cis allies at? What are you willing to do for us? It better not just start and stop at the voting booths at with the voting papers. It better not just stop there. Because trans folks are going to need your voices. Your actions. Your protection. We’re going to need you to speak up at town halls. We’re going to need you in the streets. We’re going to need you to say something if we are being attacked in front of you in the store, in the mall, on the sidewalk, outside your church, in the parking lot.

And what if it’s a cop? Would you be willing to step in if a cop decided that just by existing while trans was a crime, would you speak up for us?

Remember that once upon a time, it was LEGAL to round up and take into custody people for just being of Japanese descent in this country…so, as both a Japanese American AND a trans person, I ask you, Cis people:

What are YOU willing to do for us? How far are you willing to go for us? If you are our allies…how much are you willing to risk for us? If you ARE our allies…I, and every single trans person that you know and are close to, every single gender non-conforming person in your life needs for you to consider these things very VERY seriously.

Because I promise you…all of us, every single one of us are thinking about this every single second of every single day. Many of us are considering our “out plans”. Not because we want to…but because we HAVE to…and some of us have to consider if we even CAN (because being disabled ABSOLUTELY plays a factor if we can even leave the country).

So…Please…Cis folks…if you consider yourself to be an ally to the Trans Community…and if you have ever been wondering “when will be a good time for me to prove myself?”…now is the time. This is that time. We need you. Please be here for us. Check in on us. Please gender us correctly. Name us correctly. Please help us fight these horrific life-destroying bills. Please help us to be able to just exist.

Because that’s all that we want…we just want to exist. We just want to exist and to live our lives in peace, just like everyone else on this planet…

This is my plea…and I pray to HaShem that it will not go unheard…

🏳️‍⚧️To My Trans Siblings - I See You & I Love Each And Every One Of You🏳️‍⚧️

💜Masaru💜 They/Them

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Alright so - I guess this may count as an announcement?

I have been desperately trying to figure out what my next project will be. Ever since I stopped writing 'Just Keep Diving Down' I've been an anxiety ridden mess searching for ideas to give a creative high. Unfortunately, nothing has grabbed my ADHD hyperfixed brain. That, along with the fact that these characters wont leave my damn head, I've decided I'm just going to keep the train rolling with them.

So I've started two new projects:

One is going to be an extension of Diving. The next journey out. But with it being so far removed from the source (The Stand) already (*I'd just be bringing along an already altered version of Glen), I might shave off the serial numbers? Original characters for all else, original concept, my own circus to clown about in. Think I might just go the original route.

The second is going to be a massive cross with many different fandoms. I had been toying with the idea since the start, being that "Jumping" worlds is a whole overarching idea from 'Something like a Spiral' and is very much continuing through Diving (Hence 'Jumping to Wonderland' as a series name). I was worried about it being too niche, but you know what, screw it. Maybe it'll just be me and @anths-girl going on another side mission alone (if she follows me here, that is). Maybe it'll just be me. But writing helps my anxiety, and that's enough of a reason as I see it.

I don't have any of the original idea written yet (would like to get a general outline before starting this). So second project it is. First stop for my OC Hayden is True Blood land:

"You don’t seem like the type to wander.”

Sam had made his way behind the bar, pouring a couple beers as he threw the question out to her. A question that was leading down a dangerous road in her case.

“There’s a type?”

“Oh there’s a type alright, and it’s usually not as put together as you. Makes me wonder what you’re hiding.”

(also tagging @santacarlahorrorshow just because we talked about it)

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Huh, so it looks like I never posted one of my iterators before. Anyway, this is Datalog Of Resentment, or DOR for short! I barely have things planned for her, except that she was a newer iterator.

Tired of trying to solve the Ancients problem, she got bored and made a way to get out of her can and explore around. I'm currently trying to give her some more content but that's it for now.

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Just drawing some lizards

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Here it is! I'm gonna put the ramble under the read more (its A LOT of text). In case anyone has any question about it I'll gladly answer!

It's name is Cleaner

FP gets desperate and decides to crate a slugcat to deal with the rot

Cleaner is semi biological

He menages to make so the Cleaner can actually kill the rot, or at least remove them from the can

Although small compared to other slugcats it's still really deadly and quite agile

It has tendrils to help navigate the can but also to get rid of the daddy long legs

To not eat the neurons it eats the proto daddy long legs or the actual ones

It has the communication mark to be able to understand FP

At some point FP gets to infected and enters a "hybernation" mode, letting Cleaner on it's own

There are 3 ways things could go: The good ending, The true ending and the bad ending

I still thinking about the good ending, so I don't have everything figured out yet but the way I see is that, Cleaner menages to get rid of all the rot and FP turns on again, this however would still give him some major damage, so either he keeps living like this or SRS somehow gives him some help

The true ending, wich is more likely to happen, Cleaner can't deal with the rot fast enough and FP dies, it gets devastated and so follows the last order gave to him: Seek the void sea and transcend, and so it does

I think FB would not be as much of a jerk to doom the little guy to the same fate as him so that's why he let's it transcend

The one drawing of FP holding Cleaner is what would appear once it transcended (little guy just wanna be held :-:)

Cleaner has feelings, (FP didn't know about that)

That makes things even more angsty once you understand that Cleaner feel like a failure when it can't help FP

It heads straight to the void sea so it probably never meets BSM

In the bad ending FP dies and so does Cleaner

It gets infected and is slowly consumed by the rot as well

It can feel pain, but not as much as the emotional pain from letting FP dies as well as itself, it's horrible :(

If the good ending happens I think FP would let Cleaner free to go, but it chooses to stay with him, who knows when FP may need help again :)

FP would probably annoyed at it first, but would warm up for the little guy as well

He wont tell, but he really likes the company

It's like having a pet, but better!

If Cleaner somehow maneged to meet the other slugcats, as long as they didn't eat the neurons or damaged FB, their interaction would go like this:

Hunter: Would feel some sort of sympathy, they both were made to help, but hunter has a limited time

Cleaner would probably guide and help Hunter out of the can, even giving some spears that it find

Survivor: Doesn't trust they, might even be aggressive towards them, always keeping an eye on them in case it does anything it would consider bad

Monk: Who doesn't like them? Monk would probably bring something to Cleaner and be careful around the can

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Haha funky blue man makes my my brain go brrrrr

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[expectos-writings]

Just like magic part 3 (Norman Osborn x reader)

Word count: 4325

Rating: M

Summary: You find Norman still working on his cure while everyone has already slacked of, you also feel like working for a bit longer suddenly.

(A/n: repost because tumblr wont show my post in the tags)

Your mind keeps wondering whilst you make your way back to the appartement. Thinking back to what had happened in the dungeon, you can’t help but wonder if you’d heard him right. Your mind was processing all the events, but you couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that you DEFINITELY heard Norman say ‘easy, darling’ when you made a particularly hard blast at Otto’s box.

But it was probably just a habit, you talk yourself down. You just met the man after all. It is not uncommon for men his age to call women pet names like that, was it? You knew that deep down you hoped it was not just a habit, that maybe he was impressed with your powers and wanted to show some affection to get on your good side. In that case he sure succeeded.

Back in the appartement Norman was talking to the goblin in his head. He was pissed and frankly quite embarrassed at the monster taking him over. Ever since he laid his eyes on you in the dungeon he thought you were attractive, but when you showed your powers and, to be completely honest, your short temper, he was completely sold. The way you helped your friend get everyone to the appartement even though you were visibly tired from using your powers was adorable. But Norman would never act on that, he knew his boundaries.

The goblin had other plans.

‘Why do you care so much if Y/n leaves or not? She can do whatever she wants, please don’t act so obsessed.’ Norman said to his inner monster.

‘You know you want her. I can feel you do. Why don’t you try to make a move when she comes back? Or let me take over.’ The goblin tried to reason with him. Norman didn’t want to admit that the goblin was right, but he knew it was true. He hated how eager the goblin made him look when he took over and asked if you were leaving when he heard the door close, but he was also relieved to hear that you’d be back soon.

Actually, he was surprised how relieved he was when he heard you would return shortly. He had become so attracted to you in such a short timespan, he felt his heart leap at the thought of seeing you again. Maybe… the goblin had a point…

‘See? You know what you want. Now take it.’ He could feel the goblin smirk as he said this. Norman visibly shakes his head, trying to get the goblin to quiet down. Norman knows he’s right, he has to make a move. This may be the only chance he has before he is beamed back to his own universe, he has to act now.

The goblin seems satisfied with Normans train of thought and retreats to the background. But even without the goblin directing his mind back to you he still couldn’t completely focus on the task at hand. He’d agreed to help Peter make a cure for everyone, starting with Otto. The fabricator was buzzing steadily in the background whilst it was printing the new chip to override the fried chip in Otto’s neck. Norman turned back to his working table anyways, maybe he could try and get his mind off you a bit and even get some work done on everyone’s cure.

All cures except his.

The moment the goblin had heard Peters plan there had been an argument between the goblin and him. There was no way the goblin would let Norman make a cure to get rid of him. Norman then had no choice but to agree, not wanting to leave the group just yet. Though it wasn’t so much about the group as it was about you, in hindsight.

Peter had been watching Norman from the beginning. Something felt off about this man. Compared to the other villains he looked so… normal? When he first met him in the F.E.A.S.T. compound he was just a bit weary of the older man, thinking he may actually be just a confused, old man like May said. But when Norman fell silent in the dungeons, like he was talking to someone that wasn’t there, he became suspicious. It almost looked like what doctor Octavius had, but with no physical evidence. He still had no idea how this man could be the same man he saw flying over the bridge throwing bombs left and right.

Now Norman has been way too quiet for the past hours. Time was flying by quickly and they both made lots of progress, everyone their cures were now sitting to develop, all they had to do now is wait. Norman seemed to be scribbling some formulas for the next step of his own cure, and Peter decided to watch him for a bit, trying to figure him out.

That is until he heard May opening the front door of the appartement to take out some Pizza’s she’d apparently ordered.

‘Is that Y/n?’ Norman heard himself say before he could stop himself. Damn he needed to chill.

‘No, but it is our dinner. Are you coming, doctor?’ Peter offered as he took of his safety goggles and put down his pen.

Norman looked from the door to Peter, trying to hide his disappointment at your long absence from the building.

‘No, I want to finish this up first, you go kid.’ Norman tell Peter. Peter just nods and stands up to walk towards the main room. And so Norman stayed in the back room, too busy with his calculations too notice the time ticking by.

By the time you had come back to the appartement it was starting to go dark outside. You had taken a long walk around the block, because you were only getting snacks as an excuse to be alone for a bit. The smell of pizza met your nose when you walked up to the door of Happy’s place, giving it a light knock so someone could let you in.

Peter opened the door in a few moments, putting his plate on the table to free his hands.

‘We got some pizza, just grab a plate and help yourself.’ He says with a smile as he walks back to his seat and you put the groceries on the table.

‘They delivered so quickly, we started ahead, hope that’s okay.’ May says apologetically while shoving another slice of pizza in his mouth.

‘That’s fine, I’m not really hungry at the moment though.’ You say absentmindedly whilst looking around the room, your eyes scanning across the faces who were not even looking back at you, too focussed on their food to care. No one gave any comment on you not being hungry. Not that you cared though. The only thought on your mind was ‘where’s Norman?’.

You were about to ask this to the group, but everyone was so focussed on their meal and you didn’t want to interrupt them. It kind of felt like you were late to the party. You decide to retreat to the back room to continue Peter’s research for a bit, not yet ready for sleep but also not wanting to butt in while everyone seemed to finally relax with each other.

You open and close the door to the research room, plopping down onto the nearest chair with a sigh. You close your eyes for a moment, trying to get into the right mindset to work on the science projects before you for a bit. Then you sit back up and put on the safety goggles Peter had discarded earlier.

Unbeknownst to you Norman was also still working on something in the project room. You hadn’t noticed the lights were still on when you entered the room. Or maybe you did, and you just never paid it any mind. Everyone forgets to turn of a light sometimes. But Norman watched you as you walked in and set down. He wanted to say something to let you know of his presence, but the goblin wanted to watch for a bit more. The groan you let out when you threw your head back gave him improper thoughts. He didn’t want to think like that. Or maybe he did, but he knew it was wrong. The problem was, the goblin has no moral compass whatsoever.

‘If you don’t make a move soon, I’m taking over.’ Norman heard the goblin say in his head. He sighed, debating whether or not to break his own moral rules by making a move on you. What could you possibly want from him?

But when you put on the glasses he had to speak up, not wanting to startle you once you started working with the delicate pieces of technology before you.

‘I was worried you weren’t coming back, darling.’ Normans voice cut through the silence in the room.

‘Holy shit!’ you shriek out and you push the chair back in shock. You register it as Normans voice, but the suddenness makes you jump. You feel your heartbeat quicken, but you knew it wasn’t entirely due to the fright. That gravely voice sent shivers down your spine. And damnit, it was kind of funny how he spooked you. Your hand went to your chest to feel your heartbeat as you calm down, a slight blush creeping up your cheeks at hearing the nickname again. You really hadn’t imagined it the first time then.

‘Why aren’t you eating pizza with the rest?’ you ask to distract his attention from you, his gaze never left you since you entered the room, and it didn’t look like he was about to look away either. There was something darker in his gaze. It wasn’t just the bad lighting of the room, it was something different in his eyes.

‘Wasn’t hungry, not for pizza, at least.’ He says, and you could swear his voice was ever more gravely than it was before. His answer made you feel all warm and fuzzy. Surely, he hadn’t meant it like that?

‘Hmmm.’ Is all you say, knowing your voice would give your true feelings away. You swallow quickly and put on the goggles, determined to get some work done before bed. You take up the pincer and move the metal pins into position in the plastic model chip, trying to simulate how to insert the pins into the actual chip. But your hands are unsteady. You curse at yourself for letting this man affect you so much. Just take a deep breath and try… the pin falls in place. You wipe of a bead of sweat from concentration or was the room just feeling so much hotter.

‘So, what are you working on now, Doctor?’ you ask, trying to lighten the mood in the atmosphere. The room felt heavy, and it was distracting you from your task. But you get no answer, only a soft chuckle which made goosebumps appear on your skin.

‘The Doctor is on sabbatical, honey, you have to deal with me now’. You move the pincer and pin down to the table and look up. His pupils were blown wide, his whole posture was different, there even seemed to be a small physical change.

‘Norman is too cowardly to tell you, but he thinks you’re very attractive…’ the Goblin starts, looking you up and down. You fail to hide the blush starting to form on your cheeks. ‘and I have to agree with him, though my thoughts are a bit less innocent than Normans were. Not that his thoughts were all pure, but he’s not me.’ The green goblin stands up from his chair and walks towards you. You had heard Norman speak of the Goblin before in the dungeon, and may had told you what he had told her about the goblin. But he was part of Norman, and whether you liked it or not, you were still very much attracted to him. Actually, this mysterious side of him thrilled you.

You look to the side of the room and take the goggles off, placing them next to the pincer on the table in front of you. When your eyes have readjusted to the light without the goggles you feel the goblin moving behind you. You take in a shaky breath when you feel his hands on your shoulders, rubbing gentle circles in your back. The closeness of his body behind yours makes your whole body flush, and your thighs clench.

‘Hmmm, do I affect you that much, dear?’ he whispers in your ear and he licks your earlobe after.

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about…’ you try, but you already know it is futile.

‘Now don’t pretend you don’t know.’ He whispers against your neck before placing a gentle kiss on the exposed skin. If you wanted to, you could have pushed him away then. He even waits a moment after he kissed your neck to make sure you are okay with this. When your hand moves up behind you to pull him closer by his head the goblin has all the permission he needed to keep going.

You move your head to the side, giving him access to properly kiss you. He lets out a groan of approval when you tread your fingers in his soft locks and give it a sharp tug. You waste no time pushing your tongue in his mouth, your tongues rubbing together. His hands, which were still on your shoulders, moved so one was cupping your cheek and the other trailed along your collarbone and moved into your shirt down to your breast. The trill of the door being the only thing separating you two from the others only added to the pleasure.

His hand finds its way into your bra, taking your nipple between his fingers and giving it a light pinch. You moan out in pleasure and throw your head back against his shoulder, and he gives a light chuckle before latching onto your neck, sucking a large hickey into your skin.

Your eyes shoot open when you hear the door open, the goblin moves back fast enough so there is a decent amount of space between the two of you when Peters eyes find both of you in the room. You try your best not to look to flustered when Peter addresses both of you.

‘We were done eating and everyone was feeling kind of exhausted from the long day and everything that happened so I just wanted to let you know everyone is off to bed and if you want to grab a bite before going to sleep the pizza is in the freezer…. Y/n, are you okay?’ Peters ramble trails of in a concerned tone.

‘Yeah, yeah, fine. Just tired.’ You reply.

‘You can go to bed, if you want, you’ve done plenty today.’ Peter tries, looking between you and the goblin.

‘No, thank you, but I think I’m going to work on this just a bit longer.’ You answer. Peter is a good kid, but right now you really wanted to be alone with the man who was standing behind you. You could feel his hungry gaze on you the entire time and it was maddening.

‘Okay, well, goodnight Y/n, Doctor Osborn.’ Peter says. Both of you reply ‘goodnight’ way to quickly for it to sound casual, the goblin didn’t even correct Peter when he called him ‘Doctor Osborn’. Peter gave both of you one more look before closing the door. You sit in silence for a bit longer, hearing his footsteps retreat. Then you hear him starting to walk up the stairs, and before you know it the goblin spins your chair around so your facing him. You supress a squeak of surprise when he bends down and picks you up with ease. The serum which created the goblin also gave him superhuman strength, and it was working for him right now.

Your legs wrap around his waist and your lips reconnect in a passionate kiss. It was needy and sloppy and just what you hoped it would be. He walks you over to his work station, using one hand to swipe the papers off the desktop and placing you down on it after, your lips never breaking contact. His hand moves back down to your breast, now squeezing it over you clothing.

The goblin growls at the barrier of fabric between both of you, grabbing your shirt by the hem and pulling it over your head in a hurry. When it came to your bra, he got impatient. However hard he tried, he could not get the clasp open from the front. You let out a soft chuckle which turned into a gasp the moment he ripped the bra off your chest.

‘Hey! That was and expensive piece!’ you scold him.

He laughs and puts his hands on your knees, parting your thighs so he could stand in between them. Your hands come up to rest on his chest, pulling him closer by the material of his hoodie until your lips were once gain connected. You tug at the hoodie, there was no way you’d get it over his head sitting on the table. The goblin gets the hint and steps back to remove the shirt.

You take a moment to admire his form. He is well trained, strong muscle visible under his skin.

‘Norman had his doubts… he wasn’t sure you wanted him too.’ Goblin confessed. Your heart fluttered in your chest and he stepped back between your thighs to kiss you again. One of his hands moved to your breast to play with your nipple whilst the other travelled down your stomach to undo the fly of your jeans. Then his other hand also came down and in one swift movement pulled the pants off of you.

You gasp when you feel the cool air hit your folds. Before you know it he is once again back, his lips on your neck this time. You weakly lets your nails scratch his chest and upper arms, too lost in the sensations to move towards his jeans. His hands move back to your nipple with the other once again trailing down your belly. Excitement pools in your abdomen when you feel his fingers move nearer to where you need him.

Then his fingers move further down, drawing a line from your entrance to your clit, collecting your juices as he goes.

‘But I think he was worried for nothing, you seem to be enjoying this just fine, aren’t you?’ he says with a smirk. Then he is on his knees, your knees over his shoulders and his warm breath hitting your most sensitive area. His hands are on your thighs, keeping you down while your hands move into his hair, trying desperately to pull him closer.

He doesn’t try to resist at all when you pull on his hair, his long and skilled tongue licking up the same movement his finger had made just a minute ago, except this time you can feel his hot breath and the wetness of his tongue, and fuck it felt good.

You plant one hand behind you on the desk to stabilize yourself, keeping the other one in his hair to keep his mouth in place. Your hips are following the motion of his tongue, the coil in your belly already growing steadily.

‘Fuck, just like that.’ You whisper out, earning a groan in response. He keeps going in his steady pace, noticing when you would react more to his touch to create the best possible sensation. You feel your legs starting to shake, and the goblin feels it too. But in stead of going on, he stills his movements completely. You groan out in frustration, until you see what happened. The goblin was playing games with the both of you, because when you looked down to complain, you saw Norman staring back at you, eyes wide in shock.

It takes everything in you not to laugh at his expression as he starts to stammer out an excuse.

‘I…. I am so sorry, I don’t know wh… I shouldn’t be…. I am so, so-‘ he starts but stops when you pull him up by his hair to kiss him, your taste still on his lips.

‘The only thing you should be sorry for is for leaving me hanging, Doctor.’ You try to nag him on. He still seems a bit unsure.

‘He didn’t do anything you didn’t want?’ he asks, unsure if that could even be.

‘No he did not, why don’t we move this to a more comfortable setting hmmm?’ you ask. Norman nods, a pink colour creeping up his cheek. He was cute when he got shy. You hop off  the table and kiss his cheek. Then you reach down on the floor to put on his hoodie to cover yourself up and give him another good reason to follow you to the bedroom.

You pick up your own clothes an peek out the door, everyone had indeed gone to bed already and the living room was dark. You look back at Norman and crook a finger in a come hither motion. He follows you like an obedient dog. You run up the stairs towards the bedroom and Norman follows close behind you. You wake sure to sway your ass on the stairs to give him a view, and his groan behind you let you know that it had worked.

In fact, by the time you reached the bedroom Norman was a hundred percent convinced you did indeed want him too, and he got a bit bolder because of it. He walked in behind you and before you had the chance to close the door properly he slams you against it, slamming the door shut too. Everyone in the house must have heard the bang, but you were not paying that any mind. Especially not when Norman was smoothing his tongue over the hickey the goblin had left earlier.

This time you did keep control of your hands and moved them down his torso to the fly of his pants, wanting to waste no more time than necessary. You open up the fly and pull his pants and boxers down enough to free his erection. You gasp at the size of him, the average thickness in contrast with his enormous length. Your hand starts pumping him up and down and he bites the junction of your neck and shoulder in response, not wanting to be too loud at this hour.

His pants and boxers are discarded quickly and his vest comes off of you too, leaving both of you naked and exposed. But you feel safe, you keep your eyes on his as you pump him still, his eyes roaming your chest.

You keep pumping him when you walk him back towards the bed. When the back of his knees hit the side of the bed and he falls down, he pulls you down with him. You place your hands on either side of his head to break the fall, your knees moving up to straddle his waist properly. The both of you just stare at each other for a moment, one of his hands moving up to your face to pull a strand of hair behind your ear. You bend down to kiss him, moving your hips down so you can slide your folds up and down his fully erect cock. Both of you moan into each others mouths, muffling your sounds to some extend.

‘Y/n, please.’ You hear him whisper underneath you while his cock starts to twitch, the coil in your belly already reappearing after being denied earlier on. His hands land on your waist when you sit back, your hand guiding his length inside you slowly, giving yourself time to adjust to the stretch. Norman tries his best to give you that time, though every now and then you can feel him rock his hips slightly to get some more friction.

After you had finally taken him fully inside you, you move your hands up to his chest and start to move your hips up and down. His hand moves from your waist up to your tits, squeezing them as they bounce from your movement. The bed creaks under your motions, but neither of you care at the moment.

It also doesn’t take long for both of you to feel your peaks approaching. The moment you feel Norman start to twitch inside of you, you feel the coil in your belly starting to snap once again. Except this time you keep going. You feel your vision going white and your movements become erratic.

‘Fuck, Norman, I’m…’

‘I know. Cum for me darling. Let me feel you.’

His husky voice sends you over the edge, your walls pulsing around his length and the view of you cumming on his cock sent him over the edge too. Your thighs are starting to burn up, so Norman uses his hands to lift you up and down to ride out both your orgasms.

When the waves of pleasure subside you fall forward, landing next to Norman so both of you can catch your breath. You close your eyes for a moment, basking in the afterglow, when you feel the bed dip and hear it creak besides you, Norman was getting up to leave.

‘Where do you think you’re going?’ you ask, moving to lay on your side.

‘This is your room, I don’t want to impose myself on you now, I should leave.’ He was about to reach down for his clothes when…

‘What if I want you to stay?’ you whisper.

‘What?’ he says, eyes unbelieving when he looks back at you.

‘You heard me, Doctor. I’m not done with you yet…’ you say with a wicked smile.

And what would be the harm in staying a little longer?

~~~

Taglist just like magic: @teh-vampire-bunny , @arioneway​ , @teh-vampire-bunny

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pazam: a mess, truly a mess

so i usually dont do these kind of posts, i guess you could say its a call out of some sort? but i never liked that word, i prefer rather to just compile sources on WHY people would believe that a certain person is not truly as nice and understanding as they seem. consider this more of a psa post, detailing on whats going on with pazam on the sfm community, why so many people are against them.

So, a while back, tumblr user jymble made a post on the main tag stating that pazam was transphobic. they linked back to this post, which contains screenshots of pazam in a group chat stating that they do not feel comfortable with the idea of trans people. now, this did happen 9 months ago, true. however, for the record, pazam is already an adult, 24 years old, so they should have some tact. and as further and more recent events will show, they actually havent changed that much at all, at least not as they claim.

the screenshots should be in the post, but here is a transcript

[Screenshot one]

Pazam:

What????? Why?????

I literally HAVE NOT been doing ANYTHING malicious to them

And if it did I apologized

Yes I do have discomfort about them but I keep it to myself

Why are you doing this????

[End screenshot one]

‘Them’ here refers to trans people in general. Notice the defensive and victimizing stance they almost immediately take upon being confronted about their feelings on trans people.

[Screenshot two]

elliott:

of COURSE you dont

sammaku:

Like specifically

Elliott hush

Pazam:

This whole concept of transness and changing your gender physically

I hate to say it again but it weirds me out and it makes me question my own gender which flings me into anxiety, depression, and obsession

sammaku:

Its fine to not understand but are you willing to learn about it

Pazam:

I don’t want to talk about this anymore

sammaku:

That depression anxiety and obsession just comes with gender issues

(the rest of the text is cut off)

[End Screenshot two]

notice once summaku asks them if they would at least be willing to learn about it, pazam immediately deflects it by saying they dont want to talk about it anymore.

[Screenshot three]

Pazam:

Seriously??? That’s all it takes????

Wow I’m a moron

I’m sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused to you

@.aziraphale @.elliott @.sammaku

I just don’t get this stuff period

And I’ve gotten into trouble with this stuff before

I’ll probably never understand it for the rest of my life but I’ll try to be more tactful around y’all

Especially since you’re all young

And I’m like an adult

[End screenshot three]

While at first this would seem like they had finally learned their lesson and apologized, the things they add on after the @s become quickly worrying. Not only do they admit to ‘have gotten into trouble with this stuff before’, meaning they have probably shown their transphobia in other places and been called out, but they also stand firmly on the fact that they will never understand it or ‘get’ it.

And of course, as jymble points out, the implication that the people they were talking to were only acting like that because they were young.

A while after this post was made, Pazam had posted an apology, and went onto contact jymble asking for the post with the evidence of their transphobic to be taken down. The reason? They were afraid people would see it and think they were still transphobic and not give them a chance.

In this more recent post, you can see the conversation play out between Pazam and jymbles. Long story short, Pazam feels that it’s unfair that that post is still up after they apologized, and jymble of course said they would rather not take it down, people deserve to know what they did and take their own conclusions, even if that involves avoiding them. How does Pazam respond? By flat out deleting the apology post. I’d love to show the apology post to give you both sides of the story but I cannot anymore, because Pazam in a very bizarre move just deleted it because they got mad a trans blogger wouldn’t take down their post with proof.

Here’s the transcript of the screenshots:

[Begin Conversation]

rebloggidy (Pazam’s personal):

I’m by no means transphobia-free after learning what I’ve done but at least I know my actions and am making an effort to be a better person towards trans people.

rebloggidy:

Hi again. So I hate to be that person but would it be ok if you took down that post about the transphobia claims? I know it took me 9 months to apologize but if people only see your side of the story and not realize the post I saw they’ll take it out of context and still think I’m transphobic. Do you understand?

jymble:

... i already told you im not taking down the post.

[jymble sends a screenshot of her own message in a previous conversation, the screenshot reads as follows:

however, i dont think im taking the post down, nor am i entirely comfortable with you interacting with me either. people deserve to know how you acted with this stuff, until youre really and truly *better* with it instead of just trying, and i was a direct target of it]

jymble:

you oughright told me "im by no means transphobia-free", word for word sorry, but i told you before. im not taking the post down.

rebloggidy:

I remember that. But what I'm trying to say to you is that if people who read it out of context will immediately think I'm still transphobic without the other side of it (my comment)

And I don't want people to think that in the future

jymble:

if people make assumptions without looking at the entire situation, thats on them

i am not deleting the post and thats final. people have a right to know what youve done, and they have a right to be uncomfortable

rebloggidy:

I'm ready to take down my post because frankly, I'm sick and tired of having to justifiy something that I did 9 months ago, and that people grow and learn even not 100% during that time and I'm ready to move on.

I'm still into smile for me and feel free to make a blacklist of my name so anybody who rbs my work on your dash can have it hidden or something.

Take care.

[End conversation]

a lot to unpack here, but perhaps most notable is when jymble simply stands her ground and tells pazam she wont take down the post, pazam straight up decides, without being told to or anything, that they should take down their apology. later on, they made a post stating why they deleted the post, and saying they had ‘been forced to’.

I also would love to link it here, but as of now of writing this, like, not even an hour or so after I had seen that post, it got deleted. The only memory I have of it is a conversation I had with my boyfriend about Pazam, in which I copypasted a fragment from that post that read:

“ So for those wondering where the apology post went, I was forced to delete it. I wanted to archive it in some way so I could pull it up for reference, but there was no way I could. Also I didn’t really want to see it every time on my blog because quite honestly it’s upsetting to look at.”

There are some lies and twisting of truths here. Pazam wasn’t forced to delete it, they decided they should do it as a way to somehow get back at jymble. And the excuse that it was upsetting for them to look at is just inexcusable, what matters most, letting people know of what youve done and that youre sorry, or just never addressing the situation?

But, well, I’m just hoping you’ll take my word for it. As you see, Pazam has officially deleted ANY traces of acknowledging this situation on their blog.

This worries me. If Pazam is truly as concerned that they will be seen as transphobic as they claim, why are they deleting anything that could give them a chance of showing their own side of the story?

Now, that is the end, for now, of Pazam’s history with transphobia. However! It is not the end for some other very shady things.

Namely, Pazam has consistently whitewashed characters from Smile For Me, specially Kamal, and when called out on it, simply deletes the asks.

Want to know how I know this?

I sent them an ask myself. I had come across this picture of Boris and Kamal:

And I knew that this wasn’t right. I can understand using light colors and doing watercolor, but if they can make Boris’ hair brown and vivid enough, why not Kamal? He looks like another character completely, or like he’s deathly sick! 

So I sent them an anonymous ask, perhaps a bit exhasperated, true, and my wording could be better. It went something like: “i am begging you to draw kamal with darker skin”.

I waited, checked. But nothing came of it. They never answered it.

Pazam flat out ignored when they were told they had drawn a canonically brown man with skin way too light. Not even a lone text post saying ‘hey anon, i dont agree with you’ or ‘hey anon im sorry it wont happen again’. Nothing. No word, no opinion.

And with this situation going on with them evading responsibility, I can’t say I’m fully surprised.

And, yet another thing. People had expressed concern over the fact they had drawn their Flower Kid, who is 17, in very intimate and close positions with Dr. Habit. It included nuzzling faces, cuddling in bed together, wearing his coat...

And they did hear the claims this time. As of now, their Flower Kid is 24, according to them.

Except... They do not look 24. At. All.

this is a 12 year old. at best. short body, stubby legs, big head. those are all attributes of a very young character, usually children. like, legitimately, thats how childrens anatomy is in real life. the younger the person, the bigger their head is in proportion to their body.

We have already had an adult trying to justify drawing their flower kid who barely looked like an adult if at all in intimate situations with Habit. Let’s not let it slide by again.

And yes, I’m aware Pazam claims that those pictures were not supposed to be interpreted as romantic, ‘only platonic fluff’ and that they intend to keep it that way, but I have talked to my boyfriend who is a survivor and he said it very well could be a case of someone just trying to cover their tracks.

BUT, all that being said, maybe this one particular instance could be just us being wary. Still, it does not diminish all that they have done, specially ignoring the whitewashing claims.

What you are going to do with this information, I do not know. Maybe you don’t care and will keep reblogging their content. Maybe you’re disgusted by them. But I’m just here to give you the facts. Personally though, I’m not willing to give them much of a chance after the way they’ve behaved. They are 24 years old, three years older than me, and I think I could do a better job of handling a situation like this, frankly.

[artdecielle]

it’s been *checks calendar* nearly a year since I did the first part of this...anyway. Late but in earnest, as they say.

Happy Halloween! 

Tags + Story below! (if you would like to be tagged in Part Three, let me know in the notes!)

Part II: Rust and Books

As the summer months roll into autumn, Scarecrow finds himself busier than ever. Well, not truly busier, because that would mean actually doing something. But more occupied.

His job is the same as it ever: sitting in the field and watching grass grow, theoretically guarding crops from corvids. The crows and blue jays are the main source of his so-called business. They’ve been particularly active as the mornings get frostier and the nights get longer, coming by to bargain and cajole him for more stories or lacking new stories—which is often the case—some of the harvest he is meant to prevent them from eating. 

Usually the crows win, one way or another. Scarecrow doesn’t like to argue; it reminds him of family he’d just as soon forget, and besides that scaring crows away from crops that will go to waste anyway feels unkindly to him. They are too clever to be frightened by most of the stories he knows, anway, and the ones they don’t know they seem to enjoy. He enjoys their company too, truth be told, but the corvid arrangements have the unfortunate quality of distracting him from what he’d rather be doing, namely watching the tin man.

The Ravens say he’s obsessed, the Magpies tell him he’s pitiful, and the Crows just laugh and pull on his loose pieces of straw.

The tin man’s schedule had only gotten more pressing as autumn sets in. It means he’s around more—which Scarecrow can’t complain about—but there is a heaviness to him that has grown as steadily as the days shorten.

Like he does every day, the tin man returned to the emerald forest to chop more wood. Scarecrow had often wondered what someone could do with so much lumber. Spring has turned to Summer has turned to Autumn and everyday the tin man comes to the Emerald Woods. Every day felling more trees each day with no clear end in sight to his task, whatever the true purpose of it is. Not that Scarecrow wants it to end, of course. Once the tin man has finished his business, he’ll never come back again — why would he? People avoid the Emerald Woods for a reason — and then what would Scarecrow spend his days wondering about? It upsets him to think about — not seeing the tin man anymore, that is — but Scarecrow has never been much for thinking. He is much more of a wonder-er. 

And so he wonders: Wonders why the tin man chops (for himself, or another?); Wonders why the tin man was turned into tin (Scarecrow still remembers when the tin man was still mostly not tin); Wonders why the tin man never looks happy, even when reading his books (is it because tin is not good for smiling?). 

The books are one thing Scarecrow doesn’t have to wonder about (not that it stops him). The tin man clearly cherishes his books: he turns each page with more care than tin fingers should be capable of. So he doesn’t tear them, Scarecrow thinks. No matter what else happens during the day, the tin man always takes a lunch break to read his books. He does not bring lunch anymore, and has not for some time. Scarecrow can only guess that the tin man doesn’t eat anymore, but being a straw-person Scarecrow had never understood the appeal of food, no matter what praises the corvids sing.

Does the tin man miss eating? Scarecrow has to wonder about that, too. Tin people do not have stomachs, Scarecrow figures, and the inside of the tin man’s chest is empty. Scarecrow feels guilty about knowing that. He hadn't meant to see it, but… well. When one observes as well and often as Scarecrows are wont to do…

Today, Scarecrow has plenty to wonder about. Specifically, what the tin man is doing. Scarecrow sits and watches as he usually does from the cover of trees too old and too magic to be felled and he tells himself this isn’t creepy. He tells himself that he is only observing and maybe--just maybe!--working up the nerve to say something, someday. Not today, probably.

But today is unusual, so maybe, just maybe…

Usually, the tin man does not stop cutting down tree until lunch, when he stops to read. Scarecrow has always imagined that, if he ever worked up the guts to say something, this would be the time he would do it.

Scarecrow — diligent observer that he is — has noticed that the tin man has been slowing down lately. A little more slowly every day, in fact. But today he is not slow at all. He is completely still, just like the trees he cuts down. 

At first, Scarecrow wonders if the tin man is merely staring off into space in quiet contemplation. He does that frequently enough. But this is different. He is slightly bent over, arms dangling in front of him, eyes and face cast to the ground.

Scarecrow watches the tin man do nothing for nearly an hour before it dawns on him that, perhaps, something is not merely different today. Perhaps something is wrong.

His wondering-if-something-is-wrong becomes certainty-that-something-is-wrong when the rain starts and still the tin man does not move. He does not move, not even to protect his precious books. Book which are not made to get rained on and even if they were, the tin man would not allow it — diligent as he is with their care — were something not wrong.

Scarecrow has never actually decided to speak to the tin man. Well, he plans to someday, but the tin man always seems so busy and interrupting a man at work is inconsiderate. But the tin man is not working now, and his books are getting rained on, and he’s been still for far longer than is normal for even a man made of tin. 

And so Scarecrow, despite having not yet worked up the courage or nerves or guts or any of the things needed to act, steps out from his hiding place, and speaks.

“Are you alright?” A simple question from a simple Scarecrow, and one he already knew the answer to, which makes it simple to ask.

The tin man does not respond, does not move. Except for his eyes. His gaze lifts, slightly, slowly, in Scarecrow’s direction. He blinks and says nothing. 

Scarecrow didn’t have expectations, but they have not been met, regardless. But, he’s already here, so he tries again. “I’m sorry to bother you, honest, but your books are getting wet… ”

The tin man blinks again, and there is something like unhappiness in those eyes. They glow a dim yellow, Scarecrow observes. He’s an excellent observer, but he’s never been close enough to notice glowing eyes before.

They're beautiful.

Stay focused.

Still, the tin man does not speak. But Scarecrow remembers something he’d overheard the munchkins say once about their farm gear. He'd been sitting out in the field, and part of observing means hearing.

Farm gear rusts when it gets wet, he heard the munchkins say. Never leave it out in the rain, lest it fail to work again.

Farm tools are made of metal. Tin is metal. Tin and water do not get along.

“Are you stuck?” Scarecrow asks, even though he already suspects the answer. But, of course, if the tin man is stuck, he can't speak, can he? But his eyes — beautiful, glowing, golden — his eyes can move, can't they? “Blink twice for yes. Thrice for no.”

The tin man blinks again. Twice.

Jumping into action, Scarecrow removes his outer shirt and makes a small tent with some branches. He covers the books as well as he can, given the givens. The shirt is waxed and waterproof, but it will not keep the books dry very long. But it will help, a little at least, and that’s not nothing.

Scarecrow looks up at the tin man, water running down his face. It looks like tears and Scarecrow’s heart aches for the man rusting in the rain while his books bleed ink. 

When I return, I’ll talk to him properly. No more watching. 

Oil. What he needs is oil. “I’ll be back, lickedy-split,” he promises and — lacking anything better to say that actions can’t say better — rushes off to Munchkinland. It isn’t too far as the Crow flies, and being a Scarecrow he knows a thing or two about crows and their paths. 

He has to hurry, both because the tin man is rusting and because Straw and Water are not friendly, either. There's a reason he wears a waxed shirt. If Scarecrow gets too soggy, he’ll have to wait until the sun comes out and dries him off. He doesn’t have time to wait around for that — there’s that saying about Autumn Skies and fickleness. He can’t remember it now, but it’s not important. Probably. 

He has to hurry.

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@sugaredsundrop @jet-playin @whitewizardlover @melanias-bomb-kombussy-blouse​  I said I’d tag you when part two came out, and here it is! There will be a part three, hopefully before another 10 months goes by!

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Getting to know the Character: Michishio Sakanoue

► Name ➔ "Michishio Sakanoue-Alder. Or perhaps Sakanoue-no-Michishio. It would depend upon where, and who is asking." ► Are you single ➔ "I am not." ► Are you happy ➔ "Happy... To declare oneself happy is to cease to seek happiness. In such a state, it must naturally decay. It is not a thing to be attained. It is a thing to be sought." ► Are you angry ➔ "Before recently, I would have said no. Now? Perhaps. It will swiftly pass, I am certain." ► Are your parents still married ➔ "They are."

NINE EIGHT FACTS ► Birth Place ➔ "Kaga-no-Mizu. How strange to be able to admit this now." ► Hair Color ➔ "Black." ► Eye Color ➔ "Brown." ► Birthday ➔ "Fifth umbral moon, first day. ... I should greatly appreciate it were this information not spread. I've little desire to solicit well-wishers and gifts." (October 1st) ► Mood ➔ "As suited to the occasion. Must one be consigned to only one mood?" ► Gender ➔ "Female." ► Summer or winter ➔ "It is the passage of seasons that grants them joy and value. To seize on to one is to lose its meaning." ► Morning or afternoon ➔ "Morning. One may accomplish all manner of things if only they wake early enough."

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE ► Are you in love ➔ "I am." ► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ "Perhaps for some. Such was certainly not the case for me." ► Who ended your last relationship ➔ "I have not- ... Let us say it is a matter of opinion as to whether there was one or not." ► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ "Unfortunately." ► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ "To what we dedicate ourselves is how our character is shown. I am not afraid, but I am... selective." ► Have you hugged someone within the last week ➔ "I have." ► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ "Unfortunately." ► Have you ever broken your own heart ➔ "I have not, but were it to become necessary I would do so without hesitation."

SIX CHOICES ► Love or lust ➔ "What an immodest question. Love, I should think." ► Lemonade or iced tea ➔ "Iced tea, though it loses so much of its fragrance when cold." ► Cats or Dogs ➔ "Cats! ... Cats. I am not fond of dogs' tendency to sniff and lick." ► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ "I don't understand. Regular friends? Friends with regularity? By which to say, they are not friends all the time, and are sometimes not friends? Then they are not friends at all, and there is only one true response." ► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ "I fail to see how the night cannot be romantic no matter where it takes place." ► Day or night ➔ "To each its purpose. But that was not the question. Night, then."

FIVE FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS ► Been caught sneaking out ➔ "To be caught, one must sneak." ► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ "Of course. Children are wont to take all things with a haste that outweighs better sense." ► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ "No. If you hold a dagger in your hand, why plunge it into your breast? The decision to wallow in longing is yours alone. Do not choose it." ► Wanted to disappear ➔ "I have. More than once."

FOUR PREFERENCES ► Smile or eyes ➔ "Eyes. Anyone can fake a smile. A kindly look is far more difficult." ► Shorter or Taller ➔ "For what purpose? If it's men of which we speak, then I would have to say taller." ► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ "I cannot be attracted to a fool. ... To a genuine fool that is, for those who are acquainted with my lord husband." ► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ "Relationship. Leave the sating of urges to beasts and the intemperate."

FAMILY ► Do you and your family get along ➔ "We do." ► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ "Mixed up perhaps, but not messed up. I have taken great care to avoid too many regrets. Time enough to accrue those later." ► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ "I would not call it running. Given what is likely intended as the spirit of the question, I will say no." ► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ "Of home? No. Of an establishment? Yes, once, when a companion voiced their opinions of the performance a trifle too harshly."

FRIENDS ► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ "If I did, they would not be a friend." ► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ "If I did not, they would not be a friend." ► Who is your best friend ➔ "I... am not certain anymore. Time, distance, and circumstance make things strange. But, perhaps there is an assurance in simplicity. I will say Taoyagi, who is yet like a sister." ► Who knows everything about you ➔ "My husband and none other."

I do not understand tag culture so do it if you want or don't, anything's fine, I won't judge. Just gonna sit here on my internet grandma chair not understanding the crazy tumbls you kids do.

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RWBY Sexuality Headcanons

Fuck it; 2018 is rounding off, I’m a lottle drunk and I remembered saying something on @ladyvallhalla‘s Twiiter post. Let’s expand, shall we?

These are my personal headcanons for characters’ sexualities in RWBY, and the ones I often drift to. I’m branching a little bit from the main four but point’s the same throughout

Fisrt, a disclaimer - I really enjoy | OmegaInfinity |’s story “Linked in Life and Love” on Fanfiction.net. In it, the use of Mate Marks is explored, where Faunus can mark their partner(s) and various things occur.  Ever since then, I see ALL Faunus as Bisexual (I know what you’re thinking, and I’ll explore and explain that in a bit). Some prefer one gender over another, but most would happily join in a polyship if their partner so wanted. There are some exceptions, like Adam because fuck Adam with everything sharp, poisonous and deadly in this world and the next!  So, all Faunus will have an * next to their name, to denote that all of them are Bisexual to an extent, and that this is what I HC them as displaying most of the time.

Ruby Rose

Asexual

Our Silver Eyed Cinnamon Bun doesn’t really care for anything like that. She loves weapons, and she wants to protect her friends. As time progresses, that doesn’t change and that’s just who she is.

If I was forced to put her with anyone, I’d say Oscar due to their similar-ish ages (ignoring one huge outlier in the boy’s head). But honestly, Ruby saw someone younger tagging along. This is the first time since attending Beacon that she has actually had a chance to lead someone who hasn’t had as much world experience as her. She jumped at that chance, took him under his wing and gave him the Rose / Xiao Long Hospitality and Big Sis Role that she had grown up experiencing with Yang.

Weiss Schnee

SO tough to decide!

Like, seriously. I put down “Confused” on the original tweet, but with it being a tweet I couldn’t expand on that. 

Weiss has lived a life of luxury, getting what she wants a lot of the time, not being given it if she doesn’t want it. There were a few smaller things she had to do on her Father’s request when she was younger, and she didn’t particularly enjoy that, but she stomached it as best she could to please him.

When she became of age to date, he forced her into it, and she was not happy at all. For a long time, it was shitty suitor after shitty suitor, so she outright denied a lot of people a chance at getting close to her, because they were just what Jacques wanted.

Neptune comes along, and suddenly there’s someone she finds attractive, but that goes nowhere and she’s at a loss.

It’s only when she has to deal with Shitty Neptune Henry Marigold does she really find that type of person repulsive.

Similarly, when RWBY reunites, she feels love like she has only really felt before in Klein, who loves her like a daughter and because it is his job. This is true, unconditional love, and she doesn’t know what to do. So, she does nothing, and accepts it as what it is.

Blake Belladonna*

Bisexual / Homosexual

Dated Adam (regrets for rest of life) = Likes Guys  In love with Yang = Like Girls Put ‘em together = Bisexual

Though, as mentioned, I’d have to say she leans more towards Homosexual in my mind as tome progresses. Maybe that’s just how much she and Yang seem to gravitate towards each other recently, but I think that there’s really no one else for Blake. 

Yang Xiao Long

Punsexual / Homosexual

Sexually attracted to the greatest pun in the room.  … Providing it was a girl said the pun.

I see Yang as once having aboyfriend at Signal when she was much younger. This was as she was just *ahem* developing, and she soon learnt that boys are idiots who only wanted one thing, especially aat that age. She would have said something and tried to move on, if not for the fact he said things about Ruby. She got detention that day for breaking his noes with a single punch. Tai was secretly pruod. 

That was Yang’s first boyfriend, and one of the soul reasons she hasn’t had a second. Non eof the girls said things to Ruby.

Speaking of, at Beacon with tht one scene EVERYONE seemingly sites as th reason for Yang being bi, yknow “I know I do~”, that’s sisterly banter; it’s a big sister trying to get her younger sibling to interact with others. Plus, Yanf assumed Ruby would be into that. Yang was wrong.

Jaune Arc

Straight 

Stupid and blind, but straight. Took after his big sister saphron in that regard - chasing after the girls ;)

She was better atit though.

Nora Valkyrie 

Rensexual

NOUN: Capable of romantic and sexual feelings towards people of the name “Lie Ren” exclusively.

Seriously, they wewr made for each other. Nora just persues it more, especially in the Poser / Beacon Era of the show.

Though, outside of that, I say she’s actually Pan(cake)sexual. She seems like someone who doesn’t care at all who she’s with, long as they’re both happy.

Pyrrha Nikos

Straight

Same scenarios as Weiss in her childhood and young tennagey ears, though less confused by the end of it.

Pyrrha had a lot going for her with her skill in the arena. As she made tours and attended various promotional events, people tried to woo her. It didn’t work, and she apologised for it. She wasn't in the wrong, she didn’t like disappointing anyone (it became an automatic response as time went on)

Her mother and father weren’t rich like Schnees were, but they had enough. Pyrrha honestly mad e more than them in three tournament wins than they did in the same time, and that’s not including the fourth win under her belt. So people just wanted to be with Pyrrha for the sake of dating a celebrity, rather than dating and marrying Weiss for the position of near uncontested power.

Then Jaune came along, someone who saw Pyrrha Nikos for her, not “Pyrrha ‘The Golden Girl’ Nikos”, or “Four Time Champion, Pyrrha Nikos”, or “the next teenager whose life I’m going to completely tear asunder and condemn to a life of solitude and pain.”

She loved being around him because he was genuine, if a bit slow on noticing. And for those brief final minutes of her life, she was happy to have found him.

Lie Ren

Straight

Nora wont let him be anything else.

Nah, he’s had Nora with him for a very long time, longer than his own parents. They’d technically been dating since they were old enough to know about it. 

Another HC I have about Ren was that he had an endgoal in mind when attending Beacon. The Grimm that killed his parents needed to die. So he became stronger to join Beacon, then deal with it upon graduation. It’s why he held Nora’s hand after Kuroyuri and not vice versa - the thing he’d been after was gone, and a weight was off his shoulders. He didn’t need to worry, and he could live a life again.

Oscar Pine

Straight, BUUUUUUUUUUUUT...

He’s a young child with a man born in the First Age of Humanity locked inside his head.

Ignoring Ozpin’s presence, I’d pair him with Ruby. 

Otherwise, no.

Sun Wukong* / Neptune Vasilias

Straight

I adore Sea Monkeys. It’s a guilty ship of mine. But they’re straight. Sun followed his boner after Blake, and Neptune is a serial flirter. Even with...

Ilia Amitola*

Homosexual

She needed mentioning, for obvious reasons.

Personallu, even with my Faubus HC of them all being Bi still holding fast, Ilia is one of the other canon exceptions to the rule. She really wouldn’t want to be with anyone other than another girl. If push came to shove and she had to be in a poly, lest lose her girlfriend to a man, she would let her date him whilst she herself still dated her, but she would not date him personally.

“I’m Ilia. This is my girlfriend Gretta. And this is Gretta’s boyfriend, David.” This, she’d allow. She wouldn’t enjoy it, but she’d allow it.

Emerald Sustrai 

Straight, yet Bi-Curious

I see it as Emerald not knowing what she is to anyone. She has only let one person really close, and that was Cinder. Cinder treated her like a kid, sure. But growing up without that parental figure made her look up to the Maiden to Be as that sort of figure. As time moved on, Emerald was wondering if these feeling were growing more into something romantic. 

She never acted on those feelings in case things went south and that was Cinder gone from her ife forever or her own life gone forever. Still, she is unsure. Even now, as SPOILERS HERE, CANNOT WRITE

Cinder Fall

Sorry, I just love this GIF, I had to use it.

Whatever she needed to be

It always seemed to me that Cinder would do whatever she wanted or needed to get information. It never seemed below her to use her looks and charm to work her way into where she needed to be. Some dude wanted to turn on the charm? Sure, let’s see what he’ll spill. A woman flirting with her at a bar? Well, if she’s got something of use to her - physical possession or pertinent knowledge - then might as well flirt back.

Honestly, I couldn’t classify her if I tried. I’m sure there’s something that would describe how I think she is. Drunk me doesn't knoe shit.

No romantic connection to anyone, but will seek a sexual partner of either gender if the need arises.

Aaand, that’s everyone I care about writing this for.

Have a happy new Year y’all!

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This is a masterpost of the three other posts out fou that were flagged, and I decided to repost them, and I did them all in one because they were all anons, and all Poker Pair.

You’ll notice the tag I’m using now for ns//fw!

The first time Tyki and Allen made love?

That tends to remain story-dependant for me, for example unless it changes last moment, it’s in chapter 6 of Journey of our Hearts that they first make love. Which I won’t say more on, to keep the surprise~

Still, there are little things I can see consistent, though that’s of course my own take (well, as most of my replies are).

I don’t see them planning it, at most they talked about it, and I can see very early on Tyki and Allen establishing a trust of knowing they can ask to stop anytime. It’s not just Allen, because sometimes Tyki is the one who is overwhelmed, especially when Allen seems to let his walls drop. Intense make outs session have happened before, and Tyki isn’t always the one who lead them.

But yes, there comes a day they just can’t stop, or maybe something happened that makes them unable to keep their hand off each other (one or both admitting to being in love; one speaking of how much they love a certain aspect of the other; etc).

And the thing is, while I can see Tyki having had experiences (but I am someone who headcanon he isn’t one who seeks sexual pleasure that much), Allen hasn’t. There’s honestly many ways one can interpret Allen in regards to such things as relations and being intimate, and my own take is that as much as he’s no prude and isn’t afraid of sex, there is a big difference between not being ashamed of himself, having desires, and with actually trusting someone with his body.

To Allen, there has been almost no one who touched him in a positive sense. The first one who did not harm him was Mana, but Mana is his father. Cross is a weird case for Allen, because the man is rough, but unlike others, Allen does trust not be harmed. He trusts that Cross won’t be the next Cosimov. Maybe Allen kissed some girls, and boys, but there’s also how Allen was fully focused on fighting.

For months, years, Allen lost himself in learning to be an exorcist, so he could pretend he isn’t still broken by Mana’s loss. By the time Allen starts to feel he might be interested, he’s walled himself big time. And he does not feel that ready to risk people’s reaction about his arm. I also headcanon that one time, his arm was treated as exotic, as an oddity to test, and this made Allen just as uncomfortable.

So Allen has been trapped in a place where he has wants, even if only to know how it feels; but he keeps being unable to lower his walls. He keeps not finding people he can allow close in such a way. And the few he could have, they have their own walls, and by the time it could have happened, Allen’s own walls have strenghtened (especially when it gets after the Ark).

Until Tyki, someone who has both white and dark enough to make all of Allen feel at ease. And Tyki isn’t surprised, because for a while now, he knew. He learned to know Allen, and that’s why he guessed  Allen wasn’t able to let someone close before, in such a way.

So of course, Tyki is torn between the sides that want to turn Allen into a moaning mess, ravish him like a claim, and the side that want to treasure that trust with gentler lovemaking. And funnily enough, Allen feels both those wants, too. Their first time is heavy on attention, on communication, on little awkward times and littles laughs, because sometimes Tyki gets worried he got too rough, sometimes Allen doesn’t know what he wants anymore, and then both laugh.

I would also say they mostly spend it with foreplay, with kisses and touches, until Tyki discovers Allen really loves Tyki’s bites. It’s when they get more into it that the above comes into play, yet they don’t stop, because they don’t want to. In the end, they spend a good part of the night at it, between cuddles to rest and going at it again, between soft touches and rougher ones, holding each other and pinning each other.

When they finally have spend all their energy, they end up cuddled again, Allen more relaxed that he’s ever been, Tyki feels a deep fondness he doesn’t think he ever did, and both realize they can say with their bodies much more that what their words can.

They also totally sleep so much after that, and you can bet there’s a certain golden golem who records their peaceful sleepy faces and how cuddled they are.

Sexiest things they would do, positions and so on ? Sweetest things?

Sweetest things first, I totally see them both adoring to kiss the other everywhere. Tyki can never get enough of slowly having Allen come undone just with kisses, and soon learns Allen is so weak if you kiss his neck, his left arm, his chest scar or his face scar.

But then, Allen too loves to see Tyki grow weak. I kind of want to say it’s accidental the first time, maybe Allen kisses Tyki’s own scar, maybe his neck, and he notices Tyki shudders as he sighs, and Allen gets a glint in his eyes that make Tyki gulp, and heart beat wilder in anticipation. Tyki can never remember this one night without blushing.

Also: they cant go a lovemaking without sweet words, but also, heated talk. Tyki’s favorties are, “You’re beautiful” and “Forget everything but me”, with the occasional sighs of “My Allen”. Allen tend to be left without ability to form words, but he will often calls Tyki’s name is various ways, and it drives Tyki crazy.

Sexiest… Well it links with asking about positions and stuff. Allen tried to, he tried really hard, but one time Tyki felt so turned on, his vines showed. He assured that Allen wont be hurt, actually whispers about how Joyd wouldn’t harm Allen, and he hears a dreamy reply of, “I know” and then Tyki finally see, he realizes Allen staring at the vines and more flustered.

It was Allen’s turn to gulp, when Tyki smirked so smugly, because Allen knows Tyki has seen right through him. Let’s say that then, Allen cannot move arms and legs, cannot see, and for a second his heart is beating too wild, but then he feels the familiar kisses at his neck, and he’s never been more turned on. Laying on the bed at the mercy of Tyki, he’s never felt so safe and Tyki has to be slow because he can tell Allen could get overwhelmed, but he doesnt, Tyki listen and watches all the signs.

Poor Allen totally passes out by the end, Tyki is a worried mess, but then he has a very affectionate Allen on his hands when Allen wakes again. It takes everything in Tyki not to coo because Allen is like a happy cat.

Also: Allen totally gets back at Tyki another time, and gets the same brand of creative with Crown’s Belt. The fact Allen’s Innocence is apparently more than okay helping Allen make love to Tyki, make Tyki so weak in a few seconds flat.

Fun fact: you will notice I have never said exactly how far they go, if one tops or rides if they go full way, and that’s because any and all replies are true. Sometimes they’ll just kiss all over. Sometimes a bit more. Sometimes full way. Sometimes Allen likes to let Tyki take the reign, and sometimes it’s only to better take him. Word play intended. Sometimes it’s Tyki who let Allen do as he pleases, take command, and sometimes it’s only so Allen can take in as he pleases, leaving Tyki to control the urge to roll them over. Sometimes Tyki doesn’t control that urge, but it might be Allen whole goal. And sometimes it’ll be Allen, who pins Tyki, and Tyki is secretly so pleased and weak to this possessive Allen.

On a last note, they might or might not have gotten creative with whipped cream.

What's your favourite ns//fw poker pair headcanon ?

I think that might have to be that Tyki seems to just know what Allen wants, but also what he needs. And it’s nothing about being the Noah of Pleasure, it’s in fact fully because Tyki just learned to watch Allen’s expression and body language, and then Allen himself is more open.

(on another note: my favorite headcanon is that Tyki and Allen grows very intimate, but in more than one manner. It’s how Allen allows Tyki in his personal space, how he’ll learn on him, how he’ll let him touch his arm; and how Tyki steadily built trust between them)

Allen is persuaded he needs someone he trusts to break him, to make him desperate for their touches, and in the first heated kisses, Tyki almost fall for it. But Tyki is very observant, way more than Allen even realize (and especially when it comes to Allen), and he knows what Allen truly needs is to feel loved. Of course there are many ways they can go at it, but my favorite headcanon is how feeling loved is what works best.

So once Tyki started heatedly, just when Allen thinks he’s going to get rough or tease him mercilessly, Tyki becomes tender, and it’s more than enough to have Allen looks so vulnerable. He’s not used to it, he’s only used to people wanting to hurt him, or people being careful.

He’s not used to Tyki, who he knows could harm him in so many ways, instead treating him as precious and desired. And you can bet Tyki will touch and kiss everywhere, including his left arm. The first time that happens, Allen get so worried, but Crown Clown does not harm Tyki.

In fact he’s totally feeling pleasure, and Tyki is more than happy than he’s not treated as an enemy by Crown. He half knew though, because from the moment he first started to treat Allen as a lover, Allen’s Innocence had felt less hostile.

Also: Tyki makes sure to whisper in his ear that Allen is beautiful, and when he’s kissing the left hand, he places a kiss at the green cross, murmuring a thank you, and then he’s smirking a bit and looking right into Allen’s eyes, he adds, “You know I love your master as much as you do, that’s why isn’t it?”

What Tyki won’t be prepared, is for Allen to grow bold, to touch and kiss the scars he gave Tyki, and on some days Tyki is the one who is pinned down, kissed and marked. Tyki will still touch Allen everywhere, but he sure understands a bit more how Allen feels when Tyki the one making love to him.

Because that’s the thing: they make love. I’m pretty certain Tyki even says it once, telling Allen something like, “I’m not fucking you. I’m making love to you,” because Tyki knows Allen won’t realize it if he’s not told. And very early, Tyki wants Allen to know, to not misunderstand it and to realize he’s being loved, not used.

(Something else I grew to headcanon from rps, is that Allen grows to enjoy being bitten. Tyki is more than happy about it. And they might or might not love to have Tyki’s vines show. Personal hc is that Tyki can make vines stay on Allen’s body, he just touches somewhere and lets a vine slide on the skin, it’s almost like tattoos that move.)

(On that note, Tyki is extremely in control of himself, yet he’s not consciously thinking about it. He just knows he wants to make Allen feel good, and that’s why even if he gets creative, uses his vines or even his choose ability, Allen won’t be harmed. Tyki is still careful depending what he does, always hyperaware of whether or not Allen is growing uncomfortable.)

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5 days ago….

“We have a problem.!” Madeline huffs into her aunts hotel room. “That little whore is making Liam second guess the marriage.” “Madeline dear, Liam chose you. We made sure of it. That boy, what’s his name…he disappeared. You have nothing to worry about” Regina sips her tea, dismissing her nieces concerns. Madeline seeths “Yes well, the Beaumonts are out searching for Tariq, if they find him..” “they wont.” Regina cuts her off. “You said this would be taken care of. Tarnish her reputation and she will not be a threat. Liam can’t keep his tongue in his mouth whenever he sees her, and she’s got Leo wrapped around her finger too.” Madeline raises her voice. “I will not entertain this any longer, you are marrying Liam in a few short weeks. Those simple boys won’t find Tariq before. You will be queen. Learn to Control Liam, and the girl will be old news.” Regina dismisses Madeline from her quarters. Madeline turns and huffs out of the room. “If Regina won’t help me I will have to take matters into my own hands.” Madeline says to herself as she walks away.

Present day…

Aria wakes up to a knock on her door. She jumps out of bed to find Leo at the other end. “Leo.” Aria smiles “Good morning beautiful, are you ready to go?” He asks with a big smile plastered across his face. She lets him in the room. “Almost, I need to get dressed. Give me a second.” She rushes around the room grabbing some clothes out of a suit case.

She calls to the lobby to have her luggage taken down and they head out. They sit in silence as they wait for their car. Aria was feeling a little weird after the kiss they shared last night. She couldn’t deny she was attracted to him, and she may still be harboring some feelings. She had feelings for Liam as well. The problem was he was engaged to Madeline. It was a mess. She kept her head down, staring at the ground.

She noticed Leo tense up, she looked up from the floor to see Liam and Madeline enter the lobby. Madeline puts her arm around his and pulls him closer with a smug grin on her face. Arias grits her teeth and clenches her fist. “Easy there killer.” Leo chuckles placing his hand on hers. Her eyes meet his and she relaxes. How does he do that? She thought to herself. Their car pulled up and they walked out, right past Liam and Madeline. Aria shoots Liam an angry look before getting into the car. 

Once on board the train, Leo and Aria met up with Maxwell and Bertrand to discuss their progress. They found out that Tariq possibly fled to the states, but they weren’t sure where yet. Leo had hired a private detective he knew, the same one he hired to find out who the mystery suitor was, to help in the search. They still had the task of finding out who did this, and it was still far from being answered. All of this shit storm was swirling around in her head. She sat down on the bed in her cabin, the world started spinning she was positive she was going to be sick. “Hey are you al……” Leo started to say as Aria darted to the bathroom. Great! Stupid train, stupid life drama. She thought sliding down on the bathroom wall. I just puked in front of everyone. She banged her head back against the wall. The door slid open and Leo cautiously inched his way in. “Hey, let’s get you out of this cabin and get some air.” Leo murmmers helping her up. Aria nods her head. She brushes her teeth really quick before heading out of the room.

They go to the lounge and sit by an open window. Aria closes her eyes and feels the wind on her face. She breathes in and out as the nausea subsides. She decides she needs to eat maybe that will help calm her stomach qnd nerves. Everything was going great that is until Liam and Madeline came strolling in. Madeline noticed them and grabbed Liams hand resting her head on his arm. Liam leaned down and gave her a pec on her head. “I lost my appetite.” Aria groans pushing her plate aside. “I’m sorry you had to see that.” Leo pats her hand. “Do you want to go back to your cabin?” He asked. “No, you know I think I’m going to go see Hana, I need some girl time.” She sighed standing up. “I’ll catch you later?”  “Yes, I think I’m going to have a word with my brother. ” he clenched his jaw. 

Aria made her way to Hanas room and knocked on her door. Hana answers excited to see her. Her face drops as she sees the long face aria is displaying. “Oh No! Come in.” Hana insist as she wraps her in a hug. They sit in the bed and Aria tells Hana about everything. Madeline and Liam kissing, his mistress proposition, the arguement on the balcony at the restaurant, and this morning’s PDA.. Hana sat in silence, she was clearly stunned. “I’m sorry Aria, I never thought Liam would hurt you like that. ” Is all Hana could muster out. Aria sighs “and then there’s Leo…” Hana perks up “Leo?” “He’s been so wonderful to me during everything. So calm and caring. He’s definitely not the same Leo from all those years ago. I mean He’s the same, yet different.” She said laying down on the bed. Hana looks at her wide eyed Clearly confused. “Oh god. Right, you didn’t know.” Aria hangs her head. She tells Hana about the past her and Leo shared. The meeting in Italy, touring the sites, making love all night long. She fell in love with him and he left her broken hearted in Paris. Hana was in information over load until Aria hit her with one more thing. “We kissed… last night.” Aria whispered. Hana snapped out of her thoughts

 “You did what?” She gasped covering her mouth with her hand. “We played pool and made a bet. Loser had to kiss the other. Only it didn’t feel like a bet, it felt…. real.” Aria sighs again. “Do you have feelings for him?” Hana asked. “Ever since the night of the masquerade ball, I felt a connection and I didn’t even know it was him. He’s stuck in my head can’t get him out of it.” Aria stands up grabbing a bottle of water from the mini fridge. “I want to hold him when I’m not supposed to, when I’m lying in bed with Liam. She drinks her water and plops back on the bed. Hana watches her intently. " I think I may have feelings for him. Maybe I never stopped ” Aria closes her eyes tears start to swell up. She turns to Hana “What am I going to do? What about Liam? Leo hurt me before. Liam is being very withdrawn. I’m so confused.” She sobbed. Hanna wraps her arms around her and pulls her in tight. “You will figure this all out, I know it.” She comforts. “I think you should allow yourself to see where things go with Leo. The universe put you in each other’s path again for a reason.” Hana smiles putting her hands on Arias face. Aria musters up a smile “Your right Han.. thank you for this.”

Leo hangs around the dining cart waiting for Liam and Madeline to be finished their lunch. His blood was boiling. How dare he do that to Aria, all she did was love him and he was flaunting his engagement in her face. Finally they get up from their table as Leo makes his way over. “Liam a word?” He insist. “I am standing right here Leo, you could atleast acknowledge your future queen.” Madeline scoffs. Leo completely ignors her. “Alone brother!” His voice dripping with anger. Liam looks at Madeline apologetic. She huffs and walks away. Liam turns towards Leo, his face full of frustration as he motions towards his room. Once they reach Liams room they step in side. “what the hell is your problem Leo? You were very rude to madeline.” Liam growled. “Since when do you give a shit about Her? This was supposed to be fake remember Liam?” Leo seethed. “It is Liam ” whispered turning his head away from Leo. “Really? Because the way it looks is you two are fucking.” Leo cocks his brow at his brother lifting up a green lace bra with one finger . Liam snatches the bra from Leo’s hands and walks over to the drink cart poring a glass of scotch. “It wasn’t supposed to go that far.” Liam sighs taking a sip of his drink. “Why would you do that?” Leo yelled, he was furious now. Not because Liam slept with Madeline, but because of the hurt this was going to cause Aria. “Why? You’ve had her Leo. How does it feel? Because it felt like I got kicked in the balls when I seen you kissing Aria last night. ” Liams voice full with envy. BAM! Leo cocked is fist back and punched Liam square in the jaw. Liam wobbled back clenching his jaw, shocked at what happened. “I don’t fucking care about what you do with Madeline. I kissed Aria, yes I did. I will not sit around and let you hurt her anymore.” Leo shouted. Liam staring at his brother with both schock and anger. “I have been patient and only a friend to her. I said I would let her come to me if she wanted. I said I wouldn’t steal your girl Liam.. But now screw it.. may the best man win.” Leo turns and walks away. 

Liam shakes off the schock. Fuck, Leo knew about him sleeping with Madeline. He didn’t even want to sleep with her, but after seeing his brother kiss the girl he loved, several glasses of scotch made for bad decisions. He took off running down the hall “Leo, Leo, stop.” He huffs. Leo turns around to stare at his brother. “Are you going to tell her?” Laim asked. “Why shouldn’t I?” He questioned. why wouldn’t he tell her that? “because it will break her heart, do you really want to do that to her?” Liam begged. “Ffffffine! I won’t tell her for now. But shes not dumb Liam.” Leo hissed out, he wanted her to know, but he also knew she had been hurt so MANY times lately he couldn’t bare it. Leo storms off towards his room.

Aria had stopped off at the bar, she needed to calm her nerves. If she was going to talk to him, she needed a little liquid courage. After several shots she headed off to his room. She had some stuff that she needed to get out in the open. You can do this Aria. She told herself as she knocked on the door. “Aria?” He asks. She sighs loudly “Hey we need to talk L……..”

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Poppet

- You’d been in love with Sherlock Holmes. And wasn’t that just the worst decision of your life? - 

-When the Great Sherlock Holmes smashes your heart into a million pieces, you think you’ll never be able to get over it. But maybe, with some help, you’ll be able to get even? - 

Trigger Warnings: Some Mentions of suicide. (Please, if you feel this way, get help in any way you can. I’ve been there, and it gets better.) All warnings will be tagged.

"I trusted you!"

The words caught briefly in your throat, spilling out on a choked sob as you stared at the man you thought you knew.

You’d met Sherlock a little under a year ago, and his gentle nature and breathtaking intelligence had pulled you in. What had started out as friendship quickly grew into more, with the consulting detective taking the lead. Initially you’d been wary, you’d heard rumours...but you came to know the real man behind the fame.

So you thought.

Your whole body trembled as you looked at him, the man you'd thought could be trusted. Your arms crossed tightly against you as though that could stop the pain ripping through your chest.

"That was your mistake."

He wouldn't even look at you, the great Sherlock Holmes. He stared dispassionately out of the window, arms relaxed as he held them at his sides. His entire demeanour was cold and uncaring, though his eyes, when they flicked briefly to you, held a quicksilver spark that you’d only ever seen directed at criminals he was about to take down.

You knew he thought you were stupid, compared to him everyone was. But you weren't. At least, not as much as he thought. You knew him, his body language, his habits. That's why you let the argument die on your tongue. You knew he wasn't sorry.

His back was ramrod straight and a muscle in his jaw ticked, and you braced yourself for that inevitable pain to come. You knew him. You knew he wouldn't let you leave, not without telling you how he used you so easily.

A single sob punched its way past your throat, the pain of it causing you to hiccup as the tears finally began to relent.

"So trusting. I knew it the moment I saw you; the ease with which you gave out your smile, your laughter, how quickly you could be lured into conversation with anyone who gave you the time of day. So desperate for companionship that you'd sacrifice every facet of your personality if it meant that someone would just like you."

"That-thats not true." Your protest was weak, you weren't that desperate, not enough to give up being who you were...

"Of course it is. I've seen your browser history, your bookshelf. Anything I've ever mentioned having an invested interest in, you've researched. To make yourself seem smarter? Possibly, but my money is so that it would seem as though we had things in common, things that would make me want to keep you around."

You began shaking your head, staring at him. He hadn't moved, not an inch, yet his chest was rising and falling faster and faster as he continued. You knew this version of him, when he was following a thread of thought that was leading to a conclusive point, one that he was desperate to reach.

"The truth of it is, as you've discovered, I needed you for a case. Needed to get close to you so that I could get close to someone else. Your unwavering loyalty to your 'friends' meant that you were the perfect target. I needed you to get to Natalie, I needed to get to Natalie's work computer to find the illusive trail tying her to the distribution of illegal, experimental drugs. Drugs she sold to violent gangs, which these gangs then used to murder people. I needed an in."

He finally, finally, turned to look at you. And you wished he hadn't, the icy disinterest in his gaze killed you, as if he were looking at a stranger.

"And there you were. Lonely, lovely...desperate."

"Stop it." you whispered, backing away, towards the door. Perhaps he'd let you leave. You knew the killing blow had yet to be delivered, but perhaps, just once, he'd show mercy.

"I knew I didn't need to worry too much about a physical relationship, not right away at any rate, though we did get there. No, you're touch shy, something that was clear to me from the start. Happy to stand close, eager to initiate contact when intoxicated - probably also touched starved, but jumpy when touched whilst sober. Undoubtedly the result of some past abuse. I knew from scrolling through your social media that I was physically your type. I knew that being gentle and sincere would make you trust me, but maintaining my own natural aloofness would make you eager to earn my trust. You'd be drawn in."

His deep voice rolled across you, hypnotising despite its cruelty, despite the way he was eyeing you as if you were some mildly interesting insect under a microscope.

He began pacing the room, long legs making short work of the distance as he ran a hand through his long hair, ruffling it. The only sign that this was effecting him more than he let on.

"I knew that by reaching out to you regularly you'd conclude that I must genuinely like you, that if I was the one to always initiate contact there'd be no risk of you pulling away for fear of annoying me. I knew that after a few months if I turned up at your practice before closing, under the guise of waiting for you, you wouldn't find the act of doing so strange, in fact you'd find it sweet. After a few weeks it'd become so regular that you'd offer to let me wait in the staff room or an office, somewhere in the back of the practice rather than the public waiting room. This would allow me the access I needed to snoop through the files and computer systems, finding the evidence needed for my case."

You'd closed your eyes at some point, heart pounding against your chest as you listened to him explain in excruciating detail just how he'd used you. How easy it had been for him to manipulate you.

"I'll admit, I didn't foresee the practice firing you for letting me in, but that can't be helped."

Your eyes flew open. Though they still stung with tears, a new feeling burned its way through your chest. Rage.

How dare he use you.

How dare he stand there, he face blank, as if you were some stranger.

How dare he make you fall in love with him.

"You ruined my life." your voice trembled, anger and horror warring within you as you stared at him, his face an icy mask, "You ruined my life, for a case?"

"Don't be so dramatic." He scoffed, rolling his eyes and turning back to the window. You felt dismissed, but you knew he wasn't done. You knew that he knew how this would go, what you'd say. And you knew that the final word would be his, and that it would be devastating. You knew you should leave now, but you couldn't, you were helpless against your own emotions. Helpless to do anything but follow his script.

"I loved you."

His eyes flicked in your direction, and you searched them desperately, hoping there'd be some emotion hidden in their depths. There wasn't.

"I know. Just as you'll love the next person who smiles at you."

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You stared at your phone screen, finger hovering over the button that would send the message to Sherlock. Your note. Your confession. But like a coward you held back, knowing that once it was sent, it couldn't be unsent, and that if you didn't go through with it you'd look even worse.

And what if he replied? What if he replied before you jumped? What if he was cruel? What if he wasn't? What if he took it all back? What if he took it all back just to say he only did so to stop you from jumping?

What if. What if. What if?

He'd once taken you on a tour of his "secret London", all the places that could act as short-cuts, all the places that could help with clues. All the places that very few people knew about. You sat in one of those places now.

It was a tunnel, old and abandoned. It was almost impossible to see from the outside, unless you knew exactly where to look. You sat, backside going numb against the cold stone, your legs dangling over the edge of a small crumbling wall that lined the length.

The tunnel covered a river, a particularly nasty offset of the Thames. The narrow, winding tunnel held deep, roaring waters, and with no ladders, falling in would almost certainly be fatal. The cover meant it was never warmed by sunlight. And the force of it caused the current to be fast and strong.

You weren't crying now. It had been two weeks since Sherlock had ended things with you. Two weeks since he ruined your life and broke your heart. Nowhere would hire you, not with your previous workplace dragging your name through the dirt. Your career, everything you'd ever wanted, was over.

You'd thought about what he'd said, over and over. Was it true? Did you latch onto him because he was nice to you? Was none of it real, not even from you? Were you really a fake, who'd give up every little piece of themselves to get someone else's affection?

You didn't know anymore.

"Nasty fall, that."

The voice made you jump. It was soft, high in pitch, and almost mocking in a casualness.

"No-Nobody was meant to be here." You stuttered, stuffing the phone with its unsent text into your pocket.

"Ahh. Well, don't let me keep you."

The man was attractive, he sauntered over to lean against the wall next to you. Looking into the water below, he hissed through his teeth, face pulling into a grimace.

"That wont be at all pleasant. But oh well, its your life. Well...for a little while anyway."

You felt his eyes on you as you leant forward, breath coming faster as you watched the swirling mass beneath you. You felt it beckoning even as your mind screamed to move away.

"Or..." He sang, voice suddenly too loud. You jumped, nearly slipping into the water as you scrambled for purchase on the wall.

"You could get revenge."

"What?" You asked, frowning.

"Oh comeon! He took everything from you! Your job, your friends, your heart. Are you really gonna give him your life too?"

His chocolate eyes bored into you, his face losing it previously cheerful appearance to stare at you. His face was hard, unreadable, and almost...terrifying.

"I can help you." His voice was soft, light, it drew you in. You felt yourself leaning towards him.

"I can give you purpose again. And I promise you this...I will use you. But you will always, always, know I am doing so. I'll never lie to you. Together, we can watch the world burn around him."

You felt your heart beating wildly against you chest again, but this time with excitement. It had never, not once, crossed your mind that there was a way to get even with Sherlock. The idea of taking him on was ludicrous. But looking into this mans eyes, this man who reminded you of him in so many ways, made it seem possible.

You were surprised to find that you wanted it.

"Tell me how." You said, voice ringing with a confidence you hadn't heard in weeks.

As a smile stretched across his face, wild and insane, you couldn't help but match it with one of your own.

"First, I think you have a text to send, Poppet."

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- Body found in Thames. A body, identified to be [y/n] [y/l/n], was found on the bank of the Thames this morning. Though the damage caused by the water made identification difficult, dental profiles confirmed the identity of [y/n] [y/l/n]. [y/n], formerly a [Y/J/T] at a prestigious London [Y/J/N], was recently involved in a drugs bust scandal. The PI Sherlock Holmes used [y/n] as an informant to bring down several gangs, who were using drugs from the clinic, which were being provided by another member of staff at [Y/J/N]. [y/n] was fired after the investigation for negligence in regards to private information being leaked to Mr.Holmes. It has been reported that Mr.Holmes received [y/n]'s suicide note through text, but has refused to comment. -

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One year. It had been a whole year since Mr. M found you. Since he'd helped you fake your death and start over.

And oh, what fun you'd had.

In your time with Sherlock, you'd thought criminals were scum of the earth. But you'd been so wrong.

You'd never felt more free. It hadn't taken long for you to become Mr.M's right hand. Your innocent facade and eagreness to please - things Sherlock had mocked you for - were the very things that made you so valuable to him. You could infiltrate anywhere. You could learn enough about anything you needed to get by in any company.

Empires had fallen at your feet, and they did so whilst singing your praises as an employee and friend.

You knew Mr.M had been planning something, something big, just for Sherlock. Another thing you had in common. A total, all consuming lust to make Sherlock dance to your tune.

He'd never lied to you, like he promised. He used you, for things that often put your life at risk, but he always told you he was doing so.

You trusted him to be a criminal mastermind, ready to throw you under the bus at any moment, and he trusted you to get the job done.

Which is why you were here, cuffed to a table in the depths of Scotland Yard, waiting to blow some minds.

When Greg had first seen you, he'd hesitated upon recognising you. Precious moments that you could have used to get away, but that wasn't part of the plan. It would have been a waste of a hospital if you'd not allowed yourself to be arrested.

He'd not said a word, just staring at your in quiet anger and horror as you sat in the interview room. You were both waiting; you knew he'd called Sherlock and John. You smiled at him, and he flinched. You used the same smile he'd always seen you with; small, shy, head tilted as you looked up at him from under your lashes. Friendly and a little embarrassed. You held back the threatening giggles, your varying smiles were your best weapons, and you hit him point blank with that one.

The door opened with a clang as Sherlock and John stormed in, Mycroft following at a more leasuirly pace. They both froze at the sight of you. Alive, healthy, and grinning like a maniac.

Mycroft narrowed his eyes in annoyance as you sent a wink his way, you'd known he'd be livid that you'd faked your death well enough to fool him.

"Hello boys!" You sang. Just the way you'd rehearsed. The way Mr.M asked you to, because you both knew with those two words, Sherlock would know everything.

"How...but, you died  [y/n]. We saw...and the text...what..." Sputtered John, but you only had eyes for Sherlock smiling slightly as you watched him figure it out.

"Moriarty." His voice was exactly as you remembered, deep and rumbling. And for a brief moment you allowed yourself to feel pleasure at hearing it again.

"Got it in one, aren't you a clever boy?"

"You worked for Moriarty?" Spat John, horrified. You tutted.

"No John, I work for Moriarty. There is a slight difference."

"Tell us everything." Sherlocks voice was commanding, and you grinned while you shook your head.

"You know better than that, Sher." His eyes flickered at the familair nick-name, and you smirked.

"Ask me nicely." you crooned, leaning forward on the table to look into his eyes.

"[y/n]," said John, "We know how Moriarty works, we can help you get away from him..."

"And why would I wanna do that? Mr.M is the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"Mr.M?" asked Sherlock. It was a little disconcerting, the way he stared, the way he wasn't moving.

"Friends have nicknames, Sher. Remember? Mr.M loves it, we all have nicknames now."

"And what, exactly, is your nickname." Asked Mycroft. You knew he had a list of all of Mr.M's known associates. You also knew most of those names were nick-names with no physical descriptions.

"Oh, he's always called me Poppet. Ever since he found me on that wall."

Mycroft choked on air, staring at you with wide eyes.

"Mycroft?" asked Sherlock, not taking his eyes off you.

"'Poppet' is the code-name we found for...Moriarty's right hand. The problem with the senator in America? The House of Commons incident? The scandal in Africa? All of it was traced back to 'Poppet'."

“I don’t know about any of that. But today she...she blew up a hospital!”Greg struggled to get the words out, his face red with anger as it became too much for him.

He slammed his hands against the metal table, and you didn’t even flinch at the aggression in his eyes.

“Do you know how many people you just killed?” he spat.

“35.” You said. You tilted your head, looking into his eyes.

“20 minutes before the bomb went off, a fire alarm was pulled, and all but a few patients were evacuated. The 35 remainders were comatose, on life support, and just generally on the brink of death. I may be the assistant to a sociopathic, psychopathic, criminal mastermind, but I have retained some of my morals.”

Greg threw himself backwards, crossing to the other end of the room to get away from you. His face ashen and his eyes angry. You shrugged.

"That couldn't have been you..." sputtered John, "You're too...too.."

"Nice?" You ventured, "Kind? Friendly? Eager to please? Desperate? Stupid? Pick one." You giggled.

"All this time..." Sherlock muttered, "Why did he send you to get close to me?"

You stared at him in shock. Your eyes wide and mouth open. You couldn't believe it, he was an idiot...

So you laughed. Until your sides ached and tears streamed down your face.

"Oh you, you poor thing!" You sputtered, "He never sent me to you. I didn't know him until after you."

He frowned, and you sighed, deciding you may as well spell it out for him.

"You broke me, Sherlock. Your oh so precious case, the one you decided was more important than someones life? Ring any bells? You used me, and then you broke my heart. But was that enough? Oh no. Thanks to you, I was totally discredited, no one would hire me anywhere. I lost my flat, my friends, everything, because of you!" Your voice had risen to a shout, as you could finally show him what he did to you.

“And as for you two,” you turned, spearing Greg and John with a heated glare, “Judging me for what I’ve become? Really? Where were you when I was ready to jump? Where were you, my so called ‘friends’ when Sherlock tossed me aside? You were standing with him, staring at me with sad eyes, and then turning your backs on me too.” You spat the words, letting a years worth of bitterness out.

"I was done. I went to the tunnel without a name. I was sitting on the wall, ready to send you that text, ready to jump. When...he showed up. And made me realise, you'd taken everything from me, and I'd be damned if I was gonna let you have my life as well."

You sat back, rolling your shoulders.

"So we faked my death. And everything you saw as a weakness, he saw as a strength. Oh, compared to him, and you, I'm a barely evolved ape, but he recognises my intelligence, my loyalty, and he values it."

You flicked your eyes around the room, finally allowing your true face, Poppet, to shine through. The grin stretched your lips wide, your eyes danced with crazed mirth, and you speared Sherlock with your gaze. Tilting your head, you raised an eyebrow as you spoke.

"We've been planning Sherlock. The Great Game is only just beginning. And we are all gonna have so much fun."

[felixeslee]

92 q tag

hello this tag is highkey irrelevant now but it’s been in my drafts for ages so !! laskdgjasodigjsaldkgasodigjasdg which is why i wont b tagging anyone bc im so late but !! yeah !! ok !! !!!!!!!!!1111!!! lets !! go !!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

tagged by @hyuunjins @hyunjinh @straykiz and @dae-hwee from my w1 blog (lmaoo hi pindi this is sarah!! AIddgsdfk if youre aware of this blog but hope its ok if i do it here alskdg ) 

rules: once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 92 truths about you. At the end choose 25 people to be tagged. 

🌙 LAST

Drink: the water that I drank this morning!! Aka around 12 hrs ago asdgasdgoij pls stay hydrated kids 

Text Message: i texted my brother if he knew where my dad was lol,,,,,,, sldkjgaosidgj 

Phone Call: CALLED MY BROTHER BC HE WASNT RESPONDING MY TEXTS,,,,, he also didn’t pick up ldskgjsoidgjsldkgsjdg

Song you listened to: Goodbye My Love by Aileeeee <3 lovv 

Time you cried: TODAY ,,,, i was getting super anxious bc i didn’t know where my dad was ??? he was supposed to pick me up but he forgot abt me until like an hr later… sldkgjaosidgj 

🌙 HAVE YOU EVER

Dated someone twice: no :00 lmao i’ve never dated… ever alskdjgaoijsdf 

Kissed someone and regretted it: i havent had my first kiss yet HEH 

Lost someone special: unfortunately, yes :( 

Been depressed: sdgksjadoiglskdfosdijgalskdfaosdigjaksdgoaisdjf idk 

Been drunk and thrown up: lmao i’ve never drank ,,, at all,,,, the smell of alchohol scares me,,,,, evn my little brother has had a sip once and he’s 5 yrs younger LMAO ,,, but im a noob and don’t wanna try sldkgjosidjgs 

🌙 IN THE PAST YEAR HAVE YOU

Made a new friend: yay yes yeslgkdgsdf

Fallen out of love: i dont think i’ve ever evn been in love…. Sdlgksjdoigj 

Met someone who changed you: yes,,,,,,,,, 

Found out who your true friends are: uhhhh idk aslkdgjaosidjf i honestly can never tell when someone’s being a fake friend so!!!!!! Idk honestly lmao

Found out someone was talking about you: i did ! but it wasn’t for anything bad or anything……… they just criticized me behind my back?? But i agreed w their criticism so alsdkjgaosidgj  

🌙 GENERAL

How many people on tumblr do you know in real life?: ummm,,,, like 4?? We r mutuals evn though none of them r actually kpop blogs,,,, so i always feel guilty spamminig their aesthetic feed w my screaming tags and annoying shit LMAO but i lov them <3 

Do you have any pets?: NO :”( I WANT A DOGGO THO …. REALLY BAD…..

Do you want to change your name?: uhhh ik so many sarahs its not evn funny and my last name is hella basic too????? Theres 3 ppl that share my first+last name in my school alone….. So maybe i’d change it to my chinese name (yue) ?? also bc it sounds more sophisticated,, and i lov anything that makes me sound smarter than the reality of my dumb self LOL 

What time did you wake up this morning: LOL so my alarm rings at 6:40 but i get out of bed at 7:10 SLDGKJSODIF … and i need to get out of the house by 7:20 lsdkgsdoig 

What were you doing last night: physics and apush :SLDGJOSIDFJ the 2 most dreaded classes UGH

Something you cannot wait for: DINNER .. i love me some gud dinner

Have you ever talked to a person named tom?: thomas jefferson my mAN 

What’s getting on your nerves right now: when it’s so heckin cold i can’t concentrate + i hate taking notes when it’s cold??? Bc then my hands r like half numb and it HURTS WHEN I TAKE NOTES sldkgsoidjf ALSO WHEN I DRAW ,,,,, STIFF FINGERS R THE WORST WHEN DRAWING

Blood type: i think a????????????

Nickname: my most common ones r swisso + salad (i promise these make sense in context LOL ) 

Relationship status: return NullPointerException; //im a cs person,,, dont judge

Zodiac sign: capricorn!

Pronouns: she + her

Favorite show: i dont watch many shows but i love watching a gud studio ghibli movie when im feelin down

College: this QUESTION LSDKGJSODIGJ ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, i wanna go to college but will any accept me ??!?!

Hair colour: its naturally black but it’s currently dyed ombre from black → brown !!!!!!

Do you have a crush on someone: i havent had a legit crush in 3 yrs lmao……. 

What do you like about yourself: the fact that im a deep sleeper. Idk how light sleepers function omg like wouldn’t u wake up to like,,,,, everything??! :((( that makes me sad bc u hav no idea how much i lov a nice long undisturbed slumber

   🌙 FIRSTS

First surgery: okAY so like i've had 2 procedures done on my eyes lmaooo like (1) when i was a smol beb of like 1 yr old i rolled off my bed aaaannnnddd the corner of my eye hit the edge of the sharp corner of the bedside table!!! and then y1ke$ things got ugly loll (((yes, i wuz dum + clumsy since the day i popped from the womb))) its all stitched up now and i hav a tinie tinie scar aslkdgs okay and (2) there was something weird abt my tearducts LOL so u know when u get sad nd stuff ur nose gets runny and u sniff a lot??? well like that wasn't the case for me bc the passage way from my eyes to my nose was completely blocked off,,,,, which resulted in me lookin like i was full blown cryin like every 2 seconds... like if i kept my eyes open for too long my eyes would get watery and tears would flow out LMAO ,,,, i looked like i just never stopped crying,,, but it was just my eyes were just ALWAYS WATERING sdlgjsdif damn u have no idea after the procedure i was like 'do ppl live like this??? not having to wipe tears every 0.2 sec??? oh my god,,, i am livin THE LIFE' 

First piercing: i hav no piercings!!! Bc stabbing holes thru myself scares me sdlkjgsoidg but i love the way earrings look tho so :///// 

First sport you joined: dance or gymnastics???? I dont rly remember

First vacation: CHINA prob???? 

First pair of sneakers: i think sketchers LMAO ,,, the big thing  

🌙 RIGHT NOW

Eating: nothing!!!!!

I’m about to: do som sketches for my AP art class 

Listening to: my dad sing som old chinese folk stuff behind me LOL 

Want kids: i already adopted all 9 members of stray kids tho ??? idk if im ready for more atm 

Get married: LOL This question just reminded me of smol story from my childhood: so like i used to b rly close w these 3 other kids,,,, one other girl and 2 guys,,, and our parents were all rly tight too,, and our four families would just go camping together and it was rly :’’D fun and so we all made a pact that I would marry one of the guys and the other girl would marry the other guy and we’d all go camping together forever but then KINDERGARTEN HIT,,,, we moved schools and yeah im still rly close w the girl but i miss the 4 of us dkgjsodigjsdlkgsdf LOL 

Career: waterbottle 🌙 

WHICH IS BETTER

Lips or eyes: eyes? Eh idk i just never rly considered lips ?? LOL 

Hugs or kisses: hugs? I dont hav experience w kisses so sldkgjsoidgjsd yike syikes yikes 

Shorter or taller: TALLER

Troublemaker or hesitant: uhhhhh neither??? Like i just want someone playful + extroverted bc im quite introverted,,,,,,,,,, so if he was hesitant we’d just b super awkward and quiet,,, and i don’t like getting involved w sketchy troublemaker shit either LOL ,,, 

Older or younger: as long as they r in the same school grade level,,,, and i guess 1-2 yrs older is okaY? But lowkey freaks me out if too old 

Romantic or spontaneous: sldkgjsoidfj both? Like i lov someone who is unpredictable and spontaneous,,,, but on the other hand im lowkey a helpless romantic lasdkgjaoisdjf 

Sensitive or loud: both i guess too??? Its good to have someone understanding and sensitive but also someone who knows how to have fun  :) 

Hookup or relationship: hookups,,,,,,,, just dont make sense to me,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, like i get attached to someone p easily so even if i dont plan on being attached,,,, i’d probably get attached :(  

🌙 HAVE YOU EVER

Kissed a stranger: YIKES no 

Drank hard liquor: nO 

 Lost contacts/glasses: UH I HATE THIS BUT YES….. 

Sex on first date: yikes * (6.02 *10^23) adkgaosidjgaslkdf no thaNK you 

Broken someone’s heart: i dont know,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, like i might’ve but maybe im just not aware ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, but on a sidenote i think my old comupter science teacher gets a migrain everytime he sees me LOLLLLLL sdlgjsoidgjsldf 

Been arrested: no,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, :0 

Turned someone down: yeah lmao i kinda feel bad tho bc they were all good ppl,,,,  lskjgosidjf but thankfully im still good friends and pretty tight w all of them ~  

🌙 DO YOU BELIEVE

In yourself: ocassionally i try to :’’D

Miracles: lol yes 

Love at first sight: i used to ? but not anymore,,,, like i believe u can be attracted to someone at first sight ?? but i feel like love cannot be attained thru visual contact only asldgjoasidjalsdg

[jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets]

Avengers: Storm

Summary: The avengers have just defeated Ultron, a much needed victory for the weary team, but another storm is coming their way. A new member joins the team and has some very unexpected effects on everyone, especially the Captain himself, Steve Rogers.     Secrets are revealed, scars revisited, and new wounds formed as they battle one of their toughest and most personal battles yet. All they can do is hope this wont be their breaking point…

characters: Steve Rogers/Captain America, Tony Stark/Iron Man, Widow, Hawkeye, Banner, Thor, All the Avengers, and a few original characters

Rating: Mature (just in case, still haven’t fully decided yet)

Pairing: Steve/Original character

Note: So yay, I’m finally posting this after I said I would do this a week ago… opps! And this is my first Avengers fic so be nice :)     But before you read, just a little tidbit about my writing. I love to add in new characters and it usually involves some sort of romance of some kind, so if you don’t like OC’s then this might not be the fic for you, and that’s ok! I also love making everything into series which this will probably end up being, so be prepared for that. But for those of you who do read it I hope you enjoy it!! And be sure to let me know what you think and if you would like to be tagged for future updates!! :D

Masterlist!!!

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Chapter 2:

    Tony returned to the circle of friends sitting around one end of the large dining room table, looking completely exhausted as he took a seat beside Bruce.

    “So, Uncle Tony,” Natasha mocked, “what's the story with this one?”

    Covering his face with his hands he said, “Wait till Rogers comes back, I'm not explaining it twice.”

    Seconds later Steve came walking in the same way Tony had, sitting on the other side of him. Placing a hand on Tony’s shoulder as he sat saying, “She's asleep.”

    Everyone then turned to Tony, eyes fixed on him waiting for an explanation and after a lifetime of press conferences and countless speeches, Tony found himself lost for words.  “I don’t even know where to start,” Tony mumbled into his hands.

    “Well let’s start with Uncle,” Clint chimed in, “we thought you were an only child.”

    Running his hands down his face he prepared himself for a long night as he began, “As I'm sure you're all slowly figuring out, like many things you all think you know about me, that’s very obviously not true. Turns out my Dad was a bit of a playboy back in his younger days.”

    “The apple didn’t fall for from the tree then, did it?” Natasha quipped.

    Staring her down Tony replied, “Funny, Natasha.” Turning back to the rest of the group he continued, “I spent my life thinking just as you all did, that I was Howard Stark’s only child. It was later in life after my father died that I discovered that indeed was not the case. After his funeral Nick Fury handed me a file marked classified. He told me that up until now he was the only one besides my Father that knew the contents of this file and that he thought I had a right to know the truth. Inside was information on my Father’s secret second family. He had a daughter to another woman before having me with my Mother, not even she knew this information. Turned out I had a twenty-eight year old sister, Marina Stark or rather Burke her married name, and I also had a two year old niece who is currently sleeping down the hall.”

    “You mean to tell us that your father kept all this information secret? How could he do such a thing?” Thor spoke for the first time, a hint of disbelief in his voice.

    Standing in defence Tony spoke directly to Thor, “If I remember correctly your father kept a secret that in the end ruined your brother and almost destroyed several planets.”

    “Hey!” Steve placed himself between the two men, pushing them aside, “We just finished a war, the last thing we need is another one. Tony, please go on.”

    Returning to his seat he continued his story, “It took almost a year before I contacted my sister. We agreed to meet so I drove to her place, met her and her husband Richard, and Leeanna. She was this adorable, perfect little porcelain doll, almost three at the time. I was never one for children but…she was different. After that I spent as much of my time as I possibly could with her but we all agreed that with my line of work it was in their best interest for my father’s second family to remain a secret, Leeanna too, so I had to see them away from the eyes of people, press, and it’s a good thing we did. After Leeanna's seventh birthday, her and her parents showed up at Stark Tower in the middle of the night. They had to sneak her out of the state after she started a tornado in the playground at school after some kid pushed her. She was so scared the poor kid ran all the way home.

    They told me that they had to grab what they could and run, every cop in the state was looking for my little girl. I did tests on her that night, discovered that for some reason her genes had begun mutating themselves and that’s the cause of her powers but I can’t explain why, after her seventh birthday, this started happening or how. Every so often her genes mutate again and create more powers, what you saw today was just the beginning of what that girl can do. And it seems to be linked to her emotions which, once they reach a certain point, they take over and she can’t stop.

    I did what I could to help them start a new life, after what had happened that night there was no way they could return to their old home. I gave them a new name, Collins, a new home, new jobs. As she grew and her powers multiplied and became harder to control she spent more time here with me. When it became to overwhelming for her, her parents and I would sneak her into the tower and I would take care of her. This became her sort of…sanctuary, somewhere she wasn’t so trapped.”

    “Trapped?” Steve cut in.

    “Yes. Her parents tried everything they could to give her a normal life, but after several accidents that luckily were not as eventful as the playground incident, Leeanna locked herself away. Afraid that one wrong move from her would find someone hurt or worse she cut all human contact besides her parents and me. Her parents somehow managed to convince her to vacation in Washington with them this weekend and, well, now we’re here and that’s the story of my poor little girl.”

    “How old was she when she locked herself away?” Bruce asked.

    “She was nine.” Tony answered with a distance to his voice.

    “If my math is correct she would be twenty-six now and if she locked herself away at nine then…that’s seventeen years alone.” Clint sat back in his chair with a hard sigh, “that can’t be easy.”

    “I did everything I could to make her life a little more bearable, but my poor little girl…” tony stared into her past, only sorry he couldn’t do more for her.

    Steve stood from his spot beside Tony, placing his hands flat on the table leaning forwards, “It’s late. We’ve all had a rough night and so has she, but none of us are going anywhere for the next little while so I say we carry on tomorrow. I think everyone needs some rest.”

    All in agreeance the group got up from the table, slower then usual due to the days earlier events, Tony showing them all to their rooms for the night before peaking in on his sleeping niece. Tears still streaked her cheeks and her breathing remained laboured. Closing the door behind him he entered her room quietly, climbing softly into the bed beside her and pulling her close. Tucking her head under his chin he too eventually fell into a deep sleep.

[whispers-and-sunlight]

A heck ton (92) of questions

Thanks @teatowelhowell for tagging me!

THE LAST

1. Drink: Gingerbread green tea

2. Phone Call: my phone says my friend although I dont remember why lmao

3. Text Message: my mum asking her to pick me up haha

4. Song You Listened To: Living as a Ghost- GEMS

5. Time You Cried: like 2 or 3 nights ago?

HAVE YOU EVER

6. Dated Someone Twice: never even dated someone once lmao

7. Been Cheated On: see above :’)

8. Kissed Someone And Regretted It: cant regret kissing someone if youve never kissed anyone B) life hack

9. Lost Someone Special: no

10. Been Depressed: no

11. Gotten Drunk and Thrown Up: noooo whenever i drink i always get really paranoid about being sick haha

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS

12. light blue

13. lilac

14. silver

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU

15. Made New Friends: ye boii

16. Fallen Out of Love: no

17. Laughed Until You Cried: yes

18. Found Out Someone Was Talking About You: no

19. Met Someone Who Changed You: maybe in small ways but i dont think so

20. Found Out Who Your True Friends Are: yes

21. Kissed Someone On Your Facebook: no

22. How Many of Your Facebook Friends Do You Know in Real Life: all of them i think haha i dont use it anymore

23. Do You Have Any Pets: yess i have a cat he is a special boye

24. Do You Want To Change Your Name: nah ive always hated my my name but im slowly getting over it haha (plus itd feel kinda weird to just change it?)

25. What Did You Do For Your Last Birthday: nothing much, just had some friends over lol i have a boring life

26. What Time Did You Wake Up: today at 9 but when i dont have school it can be any time from 8 to 12 lmao

27. What Were You Doing at Midnight Last Night: going through music to make a top jams playlist :’)

28. Name Something You Cannot Wait For: death im going on holiday in a few days!

29. When Was The Last Time You Saw Your Mother: like 10 minutes ago

30. What is One Thing You Wish You Could Change About Your Life: id like to be more confident and outgoing and more motivated haha

31. What Are You Listening To Right Now: Past Lives -  BØRNS

32. Have You Ever Talked To a Person Named Tom: yeah like 5 years ago

33. Something That Is Getting On Your Nerves: um idk my lips are kinda chapped lol

34. Most Visited Website: tumblr probably :(

35. Elementary: (im not really sure what this question is haha) it was fun i guess

36. High School: im in high school now, my last year once we go back after summer. I met most of my current friends there so :’)

37. College/University: not there yet but im having to decide about university and stuff atm yikes, im thinking about studying something related to business

38. Hair Colour: brown. not light or dark, just brown lol

39. Long Hair or Short Hair: relatively but not like crazy long? about boob level lmao

40. Do You Have A Crush On Someone: im not sure tbh maybe a lowkey crush yikes

41. What Do You Like About Yourself: i think i have quite nice eyes lol i have been blessed with long eyelashes.

42. Piercings: i have my ears pierced but thats it, and i probably wont want anything else in the future im too much of a wimp haha

43. Blood Type: idk my dude

44. Nickname: id prefer not to say in case irl friends find this lol

45. Relationship Status: v single

46. Zodiac Sign: leo

47. Pronouns: she/her

48. Favorite TV Show: game of thrones, nbc hannibal probably, im not sure off the top of my head haha

49. Tattoos: none atm but id maybe like one at some point? idk its a big commitment and im v indecisive

50. Right or Left Hand: left

FIRST

51. Surgery: ive never had surgery

52. Piercing: ears when i was 12

54. Sport: ballet when i was like 3 if that counts lol

55. Vacation: cyprus

56. Pair of Trainers: idk its not a moment that really stands out haha

57. Eating: surprisingly i dont remember the first time i ate something but i love garlic bread lol

58. Drinking: first time i got drunk i was 15 (on new years eve w my family lmao how wild)

59. I’m About To: stay sat down for like 4 hours probably

60. Listening To: Guillotine- Jon Bellion its a bop lol

61. Waiting For: idk nothing really?

62. Want: a gf lol free spotify premium :(

63. Get Married: yeah

64. Career: idk maybe accountancy (v exciting i know)

YOUR TYPE

65. Hugs or Kisses: hugs

66. Lips or Eyes: eyes (also id just like to say brown eyes are v nice and underrated)

67. Shorter or Taller: taller but thats not asking much bc im short

68. Older of Younger: older

70. Nice Arms or Nice Stomach: um idc really but i do love a good arm

71. Sensitive or Loud: i kinda need someone whos loud sometimes bc im bad at talking but sensitive is good, can you not be both?

72. Hook Up or Relationship: relationship

73. Troublemaker or Hesitant: hesitant i guess?

HAVE YOU EVER

74. Kissed a Stranger: no

75. Drank Hard Liquor: yeah

76. Lost Glasses/Contact Lenses: never properly lost, but ive forgotten where ive put my glasses for periods of like 5 minutes many times

77. Turned Someone Down: no someone would have to ask first haha

78. Sex on First Date: lol

79. Broken Someone’s Heart: probably not

80. Had Your Heart Broken: no

81. Been Arrested: no

82. Cried When Someone Died: no one i know in real life

83. Fallen For a Friend: no but ive had a lowkey crush on a friend yikes

DO YOU BELIEVE IN…

84. Yourself: lol no (i guess i do sometimes, but not enough)

85. Miracles: no

86. Love at First Sight: not really

87. Santa Claus: no :(

88. Kiss on First Date: do what feels right my dude im not against it

89. Angels: no

OTHER…

90. Current Best Friend’s Name: i must maintain anonymity lol but it begins with an E

91. Eye Colour: blue-ish green-ish grey lol

92. Favourite Movie: the lion king, primal fear, ex machina, idk i always forget favs lmao

im not sure how many people to tag so if you want to do it and youre not tagged pls do anyway lol (also sorry if youve already done this just ignore this haha)

@existentialshoelace​, @planter-lester​, @daniels-knee​, @iihappydaysii​, @lovinghowlter​ , @bitakalla​, @meow309​, @krystalinetg​, @starlightlesster

[andymull]

The WWE Superstar Shake-Up Review - Raw

Welcome all, after the recent big shake up between the two brands its that time where we can take a quick look back and review the moves that occurred, the right and wrong decisions made as well as the potential this has promised us viewers. First we shall examine the Raw side of the shake-up and the talent traded, then a following piece will focus upon Smackdown with a write up to end, wagon’s roll.....

Dean Ambrose

The IC champion makes his way to Monday nights with his title in tow, first thoughts are that this is a good move for Dean to freshen his act up as well as getting new competition as he’s become stale on Smackdown.

Then came the next two points, first that he is being moved away from Renee Young his wife which would be awful for anyone. And the second is that he is back to seemingly feuding with Miz again on Raw, the same guy that bored me silly to see him feuding with on Smackdown, where’s the new matches?!? But after a quick look at the Raw roster there really arent that many new heel’s for the guy to work with, Samoa Joe and Braun? Really may be time for Dean to go heel his-self to work with Balor, Rollins, Reigns, Cesaro, sounds like a much better idea now doesnt it.

The Miz & Maryse

Initially I dont see this as a good move, both have improved greatly this past year since Maryse returned to give Miz a more well rounded character/gimmick/act. Their program with John Cena and Nikki Bella saw them both become the stand out performers on Smackdown, just a shame about the fact they were booked into an engagement angle they could never come out of positively. All of this for me would see The Miz hold the Smackdown world title later this year no question about it.

But, moving to Raw he has to contend with being on a show where the champion isn't even on tv anymore (quickly in 3 seconds name the Raw world champion..........they wont mention him until they come up with his next dates/match), so going for the world title soon isn't an option as well as the fact he now drops behind Braun, Wyatt, Joe in the heel rankings and also the champion when he returns.

The benefits for Miz on Raw are that he will definitely get more tv time being on the 3 hour show to attempt to get his-self higher up the card, him having Miz tv will be vital for him in staying in peoples minds and providing new ways to start/progress feuds as compared to others who cant talk as well as Miz. He should get more ring time too which is his big opportunity to show his improvement over the past year to those who may not watch every Smackdown episode, not just fans but also higher ups in management who dont pay the show the same respect, infact the word respect is something that Miz will vitally need to demand to get his-self back to his previous Smackdown position and demanding to be in a feud with Balor instead of Bray getting it first could be vital.

Bray Wyatt

In a way Bray faces alot of the same issues that Miz does, moving from being the big fish in a small pond to Raw. His gimmick is awful and boring now and has been for awhile, thankfully for him the key people backstage in the company think his act is great.

Hopefully we see him get more ring time to show his skills, rather than just his ‘spooky’ promo’s then appearing from the dark to attack whoever he’s in a feud with. Sadly I see this staying as is, his first Raw feud is seemingly going to be with Finn Balor (although that may have been altered this week) which should be good match wise but the build is going to be all kinds of goofy interviews leading to Balor becoming the Demon.

Truthfully Wyatt remains over until they get bored of his gimmick or viewers turn over on Raw when he comes on, which could be a key factor, but really he needs a face turn just slightly tweak his act and let the fans get behind him more.

Alexa Bliss

My favourite female in the company gets shook up to Raw, she has shown so much growth since debuting on Smackdown from the level she was at on NXT, both in terms of ring work as well as her skills on the pole (mic) and a move to Raw could be seen as well deserved move for her.

The benefit of the women’s division on Smackdown was that they were able to keep everyone fresh and didnt just produce the same old matches like Raw, so Bliss will bring more than just herself to the Raw scene in that sense. As she will be in fresh matches with Bayley, Sasha, Paige (???), Emma, Dana, and also will get the chance to work with and learn more from Mickie James.

The only slight negative for her could be the potential Sasha Banks heel turn over Bayley, Id imagine that would occur whilst Bayley is still champion and will be focused around the belt which could deter a big Bliss push as the lead heel on the show and see her positioned as the firm second heel on the show.

Mickie James

An interesting pick for Raw as she was originally placed on Smackdown to help give some legitimacy to their women’s division as well as helping some of the new girls there, looks like the helping out factor could be needed on Raw with her working the likes of Jax and Dana possibly to try and see them improve on the job.

Im not quite sure if Mickie is a heel or face and to be honest I doubt they've made their minds up on how they want to book her yet on Raw, a heel probably works best but if the Banks turn occurs then she will be able to get a higher spot on the face side as well as being able to work more with Jax which I think is her key reason to be moved.

Apollo Crews

A vital time for Crews and his future in the company, not in terms of him losing his job but more in him coming back to Raw and instantly impressing fans and showing his true ability in the ring. Its needed because the guy has just gotten lost on the roster, hasn't been in long tv matches allowing him to shine and his promo skills arent at the level where he can keep people engaged well enough. If they dont quickly inject him in fun matches and think of ways to allow him to connect better with fans on the mic he will be lost again, he really was brought up too early from NXT.

So far they let him have one backstage segment with Tozawa, a former tag team partner of his, who he has fun with and may be the key in getting him to produce more in promo’s or just in backstage segments.

In looking at who he should feud with there comes the problem, the Raw side has main eventer’s, upper mid card guys and then the big drop to guys who arent being used and guys who are just bodies on the show. Crews should really be made a pet project for one of the booker’s backstage, similar to how Steph/Hunter/Vince have taken guys previously in that kind of a role and only they book their segments with the main focus of getting them more and more over and used well.

Kalisto

At last the guy gets moved to Raw, meaning at last he gets placed on the roster where he can perform on 205 Live (the best hour of wrestling on tv......that isnt on tv), and then he isnt used on the show and gets used with Braun? I mean they gave him a win over Braun, just that it was a meaningless one where people solely remember the angle after the bout.

This should be simple, move him to 205, let him wrestle with Neville, TJP, Metalik his natural environment and the place he can produce the best results from, easy.

Heath Slater & Rhyno

They needed a team to be moved to Raw with The New Day going to Smackdown and this team got picked, that’s it sadly, no idea of moving them for greater things or planned storylines, just that they needed a team. Infact they were planning on breaking the team up awhile back with Rhyno blaming Heath for losing the titles on Smackdown, then they gave up and decided to leave them together.

They will quickly slot theirselves in above the likes of Goldust/Truth with the odd tv match and defeat, as well as being seen in backstage segments for other people, not sure of the possibly positive outcomes for either guy on Raw as once they slip to the backburner its all lost.

Curt Hawkins

Brought back into the company at the time of the draft as a face that people knew to help put over and establish some of the newer/ younger talent, he really hasn't much room for anything outside of that as his ringwork isn't anything that great and to be honest he hasn't been able to out over people to the point where they improve by doing so.

This really is the case of how long can he stay employed by not doing much instead of how can he affect the Superstar Shakeup

David Otunga

A guy employed and used on tv for two reasons, his wife and the colour of his skin, sad but true, each commentary team on WWE tv has to contain at least one person of colour it seems and Otunga has that role. He isn't around for his excellent wrestling knowledge, his awesome mic skills/ talking ability, it really cant be denied can it

Overall the top few picks can be a positive for the show over different areas, with the last few picks just being harmless trades which isn't what was needed in getting the show some solid depth. Spoiler, but Raw got the short end of the stick when it came to the shake up.

Smackdown review coming soon

Bye for now

Andy