#i think of them all pretty often planning to catch them somehow but the longing that hit me on this bus..

[turmeric-lover]

I miss the people I used to go to school with throughout the past few years.. I only shared the relation where we'd go out together or text with a few, there were so many cool and kind folks with whom I'd share the rides home or exchange a few sentences every other day. I saw two of such colleagues today outside my bus window and couldn't catch them to say hi............................ such a weird thing, for them to be so close yet out of reach, made me realise how much exactly I miss them (a lot more than I have thought)

[rosieswriting]

Wrapped up in you

Remus Lupin x reader

Summary: you look good and Remus is a love sick puppy

Note: pre established relationship. A bit of Jily English is not my first languaje!

Warnings: not +18 but suggestive content

Words: 1,9K

You looked good—really good. After what felt like ages of trying on clothes, nothing had felt quite right for the party at the Ravenclaw common room. But this… Merlin, you felt like the hottest person at Hogwarts

“Are you trying to kill poor Remus? Because with that outfit, you might actually do it” Lily teased, grinning as she looked you up and down. You rolled your eyes, though a satisfied smile played on your lips as you took one last look in the mirror.

Remus and you had started dating not so long ago, one month, two weeks and three days to be exactly. After years of crushing on your best friend, you had finally gotten together, thanks mostly to James and Lily who were desperate to have double dates with someone.

“You look good too, Lils” you replied smiling to the redhead “Pretty sure James is going to be drooling across the common room” you teased slightly.

She chuckled, giving you a playful nudge before opening the door. You followed her down the stairs to meet up with the Marauders in the common room, where the four of you had planned to head to the party together. As you descended, you could already hear their laughter echoing up the stairs. When you stepped into the common room, all four boys turned to look at you both.

“Lily Evans,” James announced, rising dramatically, “I vow to cherish you until the end of time because, somehow, you get even more beautiful every day.” He walked over to Lily, giving her a soft kiss.

Sirius came over with a teasing grin, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “Didn’t know you could clean up this well.”

“Shut up,” you laughed, playfully nudging him off.

“I think you might’ve broken Moony” Peter said, smirking as he and Remus rose from the couch.

With a chuckle, you slipped out from Sirius’s arm and walked over to Remus, cheeks warming under his intense gaze. His mouth opened, closed, then opened again, like he couldn’t quite form words. You walked over, feeling the blush rise to your cheeks as he took in every detail—the way your hair framed your face, your lips, the curve of your smile. When you stopped in front of him, he wrapped his hands around your hips, giving a gentle squeeze as he took you in one more time.

“You’re…” he trailed off, his voice barely above a whisper as he finally managed to get out, “Merlin, you’re beautiful.”

Your eyes locked, and a shiver ran down your spine. “Thank you,” you murmured, a soft smile on your lips. The world faded for a moment, leaving just the two of you, wrapped in quiet admiration.

But Sirius, ever the charmer, had other plans. “Alright, lovebirds, are we going to crash this party, or are we just standing here staring all night?” he called, leaning against Peter with a grin.

You and Remus exchanged a chuckle, glancing at Lily and James, who were equally lost in each other. Everyone nodded, and with a shared laugh, you all began making your way out of the Gryffindor common room and toward Ravenclaw’s.

Peter and Sirius led the way, joking about how much they’d drink, while Lily and James giggled beside them, whispering in each other’s ears. You and Remus lingered behind, his hand in yours, his thumb lightly brushing over your knuckles. Every so often, you’d catch him looking over at you, his gaze warm and gentle.

“You’re quiet,” you murmured, giving his hand a light squeeze.

A flurry of thoughts raced through your mind. He’d called you beautiful, but… was he just being polite? Had he changed his mind about your outfit? Or maybe he had now realized that you actually looked bad? Had you tried to much? Was the outfit to much? Did he think you were too much? Did he-

Just as your thoughts started spiraling, he stopped, giving you a look so tender it silenced every worry. “You left me speechless, love,” he said softly, smiling in that way that made your heart stutter. “I still can’t believe we’re actually together.”

Your heart soared, and a wide smile spread across your face. This was what made you fall for him—those words, so simple yet so grounding.

“Well, you’d better believe it,” you said, a playful warmth in your tone. “I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”

“As if I’d ever let you,” he teased, letting go of your hand to wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. As you stepped into the Ravenclaw common room, you realized you hadn’t even noticed the journey there, entirely wrapped up in each other.

The Ravenclaw common room was packed, wall to wall with seventh-years letting loose. Tables had been pushed to the corners, each stacked with bottles of Firewhisky, Butterbeer, and a random assortment of Muggle liquors someone must have smuggled in. The music pounded through the room, drawing most people to the makeshift dance floor in the center, while the more daring couples could be spotted snogging in shadowed corners. A few others leaned by the large windows, passing around enchanted cigarettes, smoke curling lazily into the air.

Sirius caught your eye from across the room, his brows raised in that mischievous way of his, and you knew exactly what he was going to say—and that you were going to say yes.

“Ready for some shots, my dearest friend?” he asked, grin wide and challenging.

“As always.” You gave him a mock salute and turned to Remus, who was watching the exchange with a knowing smile.

You wrapped your arms around Remus’ shoulders, leaning in to press a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. There was a hint of something electric beneath it, that small thrill you always felt whenever you kissed him, no matter how many times you had. But you didn’t let it go too deep, not wanting to get lost in him when Sirius was already waiting.

“Careful, alright?” Remus murmured as you pulled back, his hand resting gently on your waist, his gaze warm but cautious.

“Yes,” you whispered with a reassuring smile, planting one last kiss on his cheek before turning back to Sirius. Remus chuckled softly, watching you go with a fond look.

The two of you weaved through the crowd, pausing here and there to greet friends and familiar faces, laughter and chatter filling the room around you. Ever since the start of the year, you and Sirius had developed a little ritual of sharing shots at every party. It had somehow strengthened your friendship, a unique bonding ritual that always left you laughing by the end of the night.

As you reached the table, Sirius uncorked a bottle of tequila with a flourish. “No jokes aside, you really do look stunning tonight,” he said, pouring two shots and giving you a genuine smile beneath all his teasing.

“Thanks, Siri,” you said, smiling back. “And I hate to boost your ego, but you’re looking pretty good yourself.”

“Oh, I know,” he smirked, flipping his hair back in a mock display of vanity. He handed you a shot glass, clinking it against yours before you both downed it in one swift gulp.

The tequila burned going down, and you both winced, making exaggerated faces of disgust. “Still awful, every time,” you laughed, shaking your head.

“Awful but worth it,” he shot back, pouring another round without waiting for you to protest. “To making terrible decisions we’ll laugh about tomorrow!”

“Cheers to that,” you replied, grinning as you took the second shot with him, already feeling the warmth of the alcohol spreading through you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Remus watching you with a soft smile, leaning casually against the wall with James and Lily. Every now and then, he’d shoot a glance your way, and you could feel the quiet affection in his gaze, even from across the room. Sirius followed your gaze and nudged your arm.

“You two are love-sick puppies” he teased, filling two cups with Butterbeer and passing one over to you with a smirk.

“We are not,” you said, shooting him a playful glare but gratefully accepting the drink. “We’re just… happy.”

Sirius chuckled, rolling his eyes. “Sure, happy. At least now the rest of us don’t have to suffer watching you two make eyes at each other from across the room, pretending it’s not obvious.”

You laughed, taking a sip. Sirius was right—after all the glances, lingering touches, and awkward silences, everyone else had caught on long before you had. You had probably been more transparent than you’d thought.

“Alright, alright, so maybe we were both a little clueless,” you admitted with a laugh. “But we’re here now, aren’t we?”

Sirius shrugged with a grin. “I suppose I’ll allow it. But really, you’ve got Remus so wrapped up, it’s a miracle he can think straight.”

You grinned and roll your eyes playfully. At some point both of you decided that one shot wasn’t enough. You left the cup on the table and start taking more shots.

 “Finally!” James called, reaching out to pull you both into the mix with the rest of the students. How many shots had you have? You were not sure, but the party was going great.

Sirius threw you a wink and headed to join Peter, who was challenging some Ravenclaws to a drinking game, while you spotted Remus near the edge of the dance floor, looking a little shy but grinning at you. You stepped up to him with a smile, holding out your hand.

“Care to dance?” you asked, warmth in your voice.

Remus took your hand, pulling you close as the music picked up, and you swayed together, everything around you blurring into background noise. With his arms wrapped around you, it felt like there was no one else there. He looked down, brushing a few strands of hair from your face, his gaze soft.

“Stop looking at me like that” you slurred out, already drunk.

“I can´t when you look this hot, love” he muttered pulling you even closer to him and smirking. He had been smoking, you could smell the cigarettes when he talked.

You didn’t know what came over you. Maybe it was the alcohol coursing through your veins, or the confidence that had settled in after a few shots. Or maybe, it was just the way Remus looked at you—like you were the only person in the room, and Merlin, he was the most beautiful boy you’d ever seen. Whatever it was, you closed the small gap between you, pulling him into a kiss. This time, neither of you held back.

His hands tightened on your waist, fingers digging in like he was anchoring himself to you. You ran your hands through his hair, tugging him closer as the kiss deepened, turning messy and desperate.But you liked it. You liked him, you loved him.

After a breathless moment, you both pulled back, eyes glazed and cheeks flushed. Remus looked down at you, his lips parted as he tried to catch his breath, a dazed grin spreading across his face.

“Your dorm or mine?” you asked, breathlessly, voice filled with barely-contained excitement. There was no way you were staying at this party now.

“Mine,” he said without hesitation, his voice thick with the same intensity, his hand already tugging you towards the door. Neither of you spared a glance at your friends, who were far too drunk to notice your swift exit..

Don’t get him wrong—Remus absolutely adored your outfit. But he’d adore it even more once it was on the floor of his dorm.

[mori-does-sw]

CLONE CRUSHES: TORRENT COMPANY

PAIRING \ Torrent Company x GN!Reader (Rex, Fives, Echo, Kix, Hardcase, Jesse, Tup) SYNOPSIS \ How the troopers of Torrent Company act when they have a crush on you. WARNING(S) \ None AUTHOR'S NOTE \ This took me an insanely long time to finish, but here we are! Yes, the Mon Gala is a reference to the Met Gala. I am inordinately proud of it.

CAPTAIN REX

Rex is awkward—awkward around you when he realizes how strong his feelings are and awkward doing anything about it. He does more fumbling than flirting in the beginning, stuck in his head and panicking about it, but he gets more comfortable over time.

Give him a break, he’s doing his best.

Despite being standoffish in his affections, Rex is a gentleman and he’ll prove it to you in a million little actions. When you’re commuting through Coruscant, he’ll always walk on the side of you closest to traffic. If there aren’t enough seats of everyone at a group gathering, he would immediately get up and give you his. The second that you admit to being cold, he’s giving you some of his spare blacks.

Speaking of letting you borrow his clothes… seeing you wearing them for the first time almost breaks his brain. He just stands there and stares at you, eyes wide and head buzzing. All he can think about is how karking gorgeous you are, and how he can get you to replace your entire wardrobe with his stuff.

Later, he tells you that you can “just keep it”, and that he has plenty of replacements. He is not subtle at all, and thus deserves all the shit he’s going to get for it.

Rex doesn’t often show up to plans that aren’t mission-critical, not unless a few members of Torrent Company drag him along. Or, if he knows that you’re going to be there.

He could be at the Mon Gala, with all the most famous and wealthy beings on Coruscant, and he’ll literally just show up and talk to you the entire time. If he can’t, if he’s trapped in a conversation that’s actually important or you’re pulled away, he’ll watch from a distance until he can make his way back.

Rex knows his priorities. With a little luck, he might just become as important to you as you are to him.

ARC TROOPER ECHO

Echo’s feelings are pretty contained, much like the trooper himself, but the way he looks at you gives it all away.

You can be doing anything and he’ll be staring at you with literal heart eyes, but he can’t help it. You’re cute. He’ll watch you go about your life, perfectly intent until the warmth in his chest spills over and forces his gaze away to sort through his thoughts.

He’s on the other side of the damn room and you’ve somehow made him go all shy.

Echo’s observant—kind of has to be, as an ARC trooper—and he’ll catalog every habit of yours down to the littlest detail. A part of him craves the intimacy of knowing everything about you, something that fuels his quiet delight at being able to suss out what you’re thinking when others can’t. 

More often than not, his insight into you catches you off guard. Convincing others that you aren’t scared out of your mind is practically a job requirement, but somehow, you can never fool Echo. Not even your bravest face can convince him that you don’t need to lean on him, tell him your frustrations, or hold hands under the table.

Usually, Echo keeps to himself, a little closed off to anyone but his closest vode. But the minute you walk into the room, his mood immediately brightens. He’s quicker to smile and laugh; it’s like all his stress melts away, and that doesn’t go unnoticed by the rest of Torrent Company.

Hardcase has sneakily captured more than a few clips of you two, edited over with so many pink filters and glitter hearts that you’re barely recognizable, and circulated them among the vode.

It doesn’t matter if Echo tries to scour them from the holonet, they become so well-known that clones from entirely different battalions will ask him about his cyare.

He's eternally grateful for the Prime’s dark complexion—you don’t even have to lift a finger to get under his skin. You fluster him too easily. He’s helpless but to forgive you, though, when you smile at him the way you do.

ARC TROOPER FIVES

Fives could care less whether other people are laughing at him or with him—he knows he’s hilarious, and that’s enough to satisfy his ego. The only person who makes him uncharacteristically self-conscious is, well, you.

Yes, Echo has (and will) tease him endlessly for this.

Whenever he’s around you, he’d feel an undeniable urge to do one thing: make you laugh. He cracks a joke and immediately peeks over to gauge your reaction. If he succeeds in making you chuckle, snort, or even just breathe a little harder out of your nose, he lights up. You’re gorgeous when you laugh, even more so when it’s because of him. He can’t help but double down on the bit until you’re too weak to breathe.

Complaining about your sides hurting only prompts him to apologize for “being too funny for you to handle”.

Fives is an incorrigible flirt on a good day, but when he’s around you it becomes 1000% worse. He’s guilty of every cheesy move in the playbook—pretending to yawn and stretch so that he can put his arm around your shoulders, asking you to “hold something” and taking your offered hand in his, or even faux-demanding that you kiss his injuries better. 

He means everything he says, but he’s very careful to make his overtures playful. Fives doesn’t want to scare you away if you don’t feel the same.

Being near to you puts him at ease, soothes an itch he didn’t even realize he had before you both met. He unconsciously seeks out contact with you all the time, pressing his knee to your under the table, bumping shoulders, playing with the fabric of your sleeves. Small things.

So, he’s touchy, and about half of the time he doesn’t even realize it. Why should he, when he’s always shared contact freely with his vode? 

Maybe he makes just one too many comments, gets a little too comfortable in your personal space, gives in to his desire to see you flustered—but when you decide to give him a taste of his own medicine, he’s toast. Smile a bit, touch him, and Fives goes from a cocky, formidable ARC trooper to a stammering cadet.

He’s kind of okay with his brain melting, though, because you’re so pleased with yourself. And although he’s hot-faced and grinning like an idiot, he’s your idiot.

LIEUTENANT JESSE

Much like Fives, Jesse is a joker—one of his favorite activities is making fun of you, and in a way that implies you’re the one who’s crushing instead of him. It’s merciless, especially when the rest of Torrent company catch on to the bit. Getting flustered only makes it worse, easier for him to tease you about “getting nervous around him”.

Watch what you say when he’s around, because anything that could be construed as innuendo will be. Ask an innocent question about if clone armor is hot to wear, and watch Jesse’s smirk grow as he says: “I think I should be asking you that, sugar.”

It’s kind of a way for him to test you, figure out how the idea of liking him affects you.

His vode discover his true feelings when he actually shares his food with you, sometimes without you even having to ask. It’s kind of mindboggling to see the same guy who threatened Kix for stealing his rations readily let you eat from his plate.

He’d be so happy if you shared your food with him, too. Even more so if you bring him things that aren’t rations. The closest he’s ever come to straight-up confessing his love for you is when you got a box of Mandalorian uj cake for him because he’d never tried it.

However, playful, joking Jesse can become a no-nonsense bodyguard at the drop of a hat. He has a protective streak a mile long, something that drives him to shield his brothers from allies and enemies alike, and more recently, you. 

Jesse is intimidating as haran, built like a tank and covered with tattoos, and it’s made so much worse when someone’s targeting you. He’s not afraid to get in people’s faces about it, either, over two hundred pounds of ARC fueled by rage and spite. A little “chat” is all they need to get them to apologize to you—though, in Jesse’s expert opinion, they don’t deserve your forgiveness.

All of his bravado melts when you quietly thank him for defending you. That’s his job, sugar, and don’t you forget it.

CLONE MEDIC KIX

Between carrying out his duty to the Republic and ensuring his idiot vode don’t keel over and die, Kix neither has the time nor the energy to be throwing himself at his crush. Even without his job running him ragged, he wouldn’t be the type—no matter how intense his feelings are.

Rather, Kix courts you. From a distance.

While Kix may not have much in terms of credits, he’ll do everything in his power to make your life a little easier; By virtue of his authority and near-legendary status amongst the troops, he has a lot of influence on his side. And if that doesn’t work, well… there’s many reasons why you don’t piss off a medic.

Little acts of service are it for him. Before you even get to the refractory, he’s set aside your favorite “flavor” of ration bar to ensure they don’t run out. If you complain about being tired, you’ll find an extra cup of caff—or a sedative—sitting innocently on your desk. 

Struggling with the mountain of stuff you’re carrying? Kix is hauling whatever items are in reach into his arms before you even ask for help. About to miss the turbolift? He’ll hold the door for you and glare at his vode if they complain too much.

Need a hand to hold during a procedure? Don’t worry honey, he’s got you.

Kix loves that you treat his time with respect, but sometimes getting you all to himself is a high-stakes negotiation. You’ll bicker back and forth, him insisting that no, you’re not intruding on him or his brothers, and you trying to reassure him that he isn’t obligated to hang out with you if he’s too tired or doesn’t want to be around natborns. He knows he isn’t, but you’re oblivious to how much he wants to.

Kix would get so slick about stealing you away. When he has the opportunity, he’ll casually strike up a conversation about field medicine and- oh, you don’t remember that training session? Well, he has a blank space on his schedule today and he’s more than happy to slot you in for a little extra help.

He’d be (quietly) over the moon if you decided to slip into his office and chat with him while he tears through paperwork or runs labs. While he fantasizes about hopes to take you out on a proper date someday, he’s content to bottle up your laughter as he complains about di’kute vode, hoarding the memory for the darkest moments of the war.

CLONE TROOPER HARDCASE

Congratulations! With Hardcase crushing on you, you’ve snagged a two-in-one deal: A personal hype man and an overexcited puppy.

In Hardcase’s eyes you’re superior at everything you do, period. He insists that you’re the best at your job any chance he gets, even going so far as to volunteer your name whenever some mission needs your kind of expertise—annoying, but it’s hard to stay mad at him for long.

Your competence is really attractive to him, and sometimes he forgets you’re not together and lets a few comments slip. Hardcase doesn’t even realize what he’s said after the fact, oblivious to the fact that your face feels like it’s been dipped in lava when he admires “how kriffing good you are at that” and how “hot” it is.

He praises you so much for doing the most mundane things, it’s like a compulsion for him. You could be helping tape him up after a battle and he’s making little observations about how perfect your wrapping is and how gentle you are with him.

Kix overhears this and tells him that he’d better go to you for wound dressing than the medbay, if you’re so much better at it. He just might, if that means he could get you to touch him again.

Hardcase loves your attention, and occasionally that translates into him being intentionally annoying. He’ll pop up all the time when he’s off duty, making himself at home in your office or at your side and bothering you to your wit’s end. He’ll hide your stylus and make you chase him around to get it, or he’ll call you acting as if he has something important to tell you and then manage to keep you on the line for an hour.

The second it seems like you’re getting upset at him, however, he cuts the crap immediately. If you’re not having fun, he’s not having fun, and he wants to make that abundantly clear to you in case… just in case it turns out you’re interested in him the same way he’s interested in you.

CLONE TROOPER TUP

Tup might not be as confident as Kix, or as widely renowned as Rex, or as charismatic as Fives and Echo… and that knowledge can weigh heavily on him. Thinking that, compared to his brothers, he doesn’t have much to offer you is part of why he hesitates to act on his feelings.

Take these thoughts with a mountain of salt—Tup excels at something else, and that’s being an absolute sweetheart. His patience is near-infinite when it comes to you. He’s always happy to explain something (however many times you need) and is the first to lend you a hand if you’re struggling.

Just don’t read too much into his full-body flinches whenever your fingers brush his, the way his words stumble when you get too close.

Being a standard, rank-and-file trooper makes it all the more difficult for him to even imagine catching your eye, but ironically, his status gives him unique opportunities. Doing grunt work around the ship means that you often cross paths, affording him the chance to say hello or strike up a passing conversation. If he’s lucky, he gets the chance to be beside you throughout his shift.

It’s useless to try and thank him for any of his help, he’ll just duck his head and insist that he’s more than happy to give you a hand. Your praise, however, has him sporting a smug little grin for the rest of the day,

The man melts under your hands like butter. You can convince him to do anything if you ask nicely enough, and on more than one occasion he’s left. He regrets it only when you’re half in his lap and doodling on his bare arm, too focused to notice his increasingly flustered demeanor even as you scold him for fidgeting. 

Privately, you worry that people are going to use Tup as a doormat—but if you mention it to the rest of Torrent, their hysterical laughter will shut you up fast. 

Don’t blame them too much, though. The last time Fives mimicked a whip cracking sound within Tup’s hearing range, he was applying bacta for weeks.

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ ℙ𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕖𝕤 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: Could I request Lyney, Freminet, Kazuha, and Heizou with a reader who makes plushies?

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Of course! AAAA ALL OF THEM ARE MY FAV BOYS LET'S GO!! Anyway~ I had a bit of fun with it so hope you like it!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

✧ Kazuha finds what you're doing pretty adorable

✧ he loved how you can make something so fun with just few materials and threads

✧ and if you ever happen to lack idea for new plushie... he'll be happy to tell you few stories, real or not

✧ if you actually make a plushie based on his stories, he'll melt on spot and you'd be able to see genuine smile on his face

✧ he's always on ship so if you're not part of th Crux, he'll sleep burried in your plushies when he's away (you heard stories from Beidou about that~)

✧ and if you give him one of your plushies? Oh he's not leaving your side today! In fact, he's ready to pamper your face in kisses so get ready for that once you get somewhere private!

✧ surprisingly, he recognizes all materials just by touching them! He says it's just a lucky guess but how can someone lucky guess something 30 times in a row?!!

"Those are high quality materials... You didn't had to spend so much on me... Let me treat you to a dinner for that at least."

✧ same goes for style of sewing, he'll somehow notice details like that and if he notices difficult style, you can be sure he'll compliment you for that

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@bleachtheidiot - come get your poetic samurai~

✧ Heizou somehow notices any time you have or lack any idea

✧ if you have one, he'll make it a fun game for himself to get to know what is it without asking you about it directly

✧ but if you lack it, he'll randomly drop small story or two untill it catches your attention, tho if you look closely, there's small smirk on his face

✧ similiar to boy alone, he also guesses materials quite quickly tho it's more of an experience rather than lucky guess

✧ it's actually useful to be able to tell difference between materials, so he most likely knows at least the basics

✧ but one thing he loves doing is teasing you when you desperately try to hide you're planning a toy for him but you still want to make sure he'll like it

"Hei! What do you think of this? Soft enough?"

"Hm... I would guess so, yes. But why are you asking me that instead of person who'll receive it?"

"I d- They just deserve it!"

"Mhm~ Whatever you say, dear."

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@bleachtheidiot - come get your flirty detective~

✧ Lyney can't help but smile every time you present him with new idea, prototype or plushie

✧ he thinks this job suits you and is often amazed when you start rambling about different types of materials and the difference between each of them

✧ whenever you present a plushie and asks for opinion, he'll take his time to show he takes you seriously and check plushie from every side, squeeze it, hug it... and then he tells you what he thinks in details!

✧ but he likes to be playful sometimes, he'll take the plushie, inspect it and then pull disappearing and reapearing trick off leaving him chuckling and hopefully you too

"For me?! Oh mon cherie... I absolutely love it! It's the perfect color... and it's so soft too~ Mwah! Hehe, why won't I repeat it on creator now~?"

✧ prepare yourself mentally to see this plushie on his performances and for Lynette to tell you the cutest gossips about him and his new plushie

✧ and if you give him a plushie that you designed specifically for him? Well... you know how clingy he usually is? Multiply it by 10

✧ he'll spoil you with not singular rainbow rose but biggest bouquet of them he could find, takes you to a fancy restaurant and of course, hold your hand and hugs you all day long

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@bleachtheidiot - come get your charming magician~

✧ Freminet is actually happy both of you have something in common, I mean... you both like to create?

✧ the only difference in what you do is that he creates out of metal and you create our of softer materials

✧ if you have a penguin plushie that you often carry with you, there's no wonder even Pers was interested! Who knows? Maybe little robot feel in love like the creator~?

"I love it, it's cute~ Heh, and Pers loves it too I guess... You really did a great job with that plushie."

✧ he knows how it is to struggle from lack of ideas or to need someone to check your sketch, so he'll be more than happy to do that if you ask him

✧ when it comes to materials... he's not the worst but he will get similar ones mistaken usually

✧ first time you made a plushie for him, he felt like he didn't deserve it and needed to repay you as soon as possible

✧ but with time, he learned to just accept it and repay you when the ocassion happens. Maybe he'll just pay for dinner? Or you'll see some robot in the movie and he makes it for you?

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@bleachtheidiot - come get your shy diver~

[readinginithilien]

Presumably a lot of people have already thought about what would happen if Faramir instead of Boromir went to Rivendell, but I can't stop thinking about it, so here's my two cents without looking anything else up:

The dream was sent (presumably by Irmo) to both Faramir and Boromir, and more often to Faramir. That could be just because Faramir is more receptive, being much closer to the blood of Numenor, but anyway it implies that both could have gone and given a chance of success; and even that Faramir would have been better.

Until Lothlorien, nothing changes. Boromir was pretty much fine until then, and anyway not that much involved in the decision-making, and Faramir would follow both Gandalf (whom he adores) and Aragorn (who he would immediately recognise as his rightful king) without question. Now, after Lothlorien, Faramir would try to involve himself. Other than Boromir, he's of the same opinion as Aragorn: they need to split up. The ring needs to go to Mordor, the rest of people needs to go to Gondor. How many and who goes, and also from where, is the big question.

Merry and Pippin are just tagging along, Gimli and Legolas are basically here for the vibes, Sam will go where Frodo goes and Frodo wants to go to Mordor alone without burdening anyone, but keeps his council to himself. Faramir being less suspicious than Boromir might open him up a bit.

I have no idea what is most realistic for them to decide, but what would be the best case scenario (in hindsight) is them deciding that Faramir goes with Frodo and Sam for maximum stealth and because he both knows Ithilien extremely well and can hope for friends and supplies on the way, while the whole rest all go to Gondor - which should then deviate to get them to Rohan somehow.

Maybe they all help Faramir carry down one of the boats besides Rauros, so he, Frodo and Sam can take it to Cair Andros (where they will meet some Gondorians and sent a message to Denethor), walk from there to the Morannon. As expected that way is barred, but Faramir does know of Cirith Ungol, though he really doesn't like it, he might suggest it. On the way they can stock up supplies in Ithilien (and send another message to Denethor). They might also meet Boromir (though I think he would stay in Osgiliath. I am also not sure if that's a good thing because Boromir would not let his baby brother go to Cirith Ungol. No way.) Gollum would still follow them, increasingly worried, but probably not make contact. Now when they get to Cirith Ungol, I am not sure what would happen. Faramir is definitely the most appealing meal to Shelob, and maybe he would remember the star glass earlier? From this point on it's mostly speculation, allthough they have a chance.

What needs to be taken into account however is the timing. Frodo and Sam were extremely lucky that Sauron got distracted by thinking Pippin got the ring and Aragorn was going to use it. In the best case, this is still going to happen, because the ents need to be roused, and so does Theoden, and Aragorn needs to come by the path of the dead, not via ship down the Anduin, which at this point seems most likely. Maybe the uruk hai and orcs we know are nearby manage to catch Merry and Pippin while they hang back, not planning to go with Frodo and unable to carry a boat?

Then things would happen pretty much as in canon on the west side of Anduin, allthough they don't bury Boromir, obviously. They might still take longer, starting from the foot of Rauros, but in the long term it should not make any difference.

However, Faramir, Frodo and Sam will be much faster without going through the swamps and with Faramir's lead, and they will arrive before Sauron get distracted. That might prove fatal.

And once action happens in Gondor, with Boromir alive and cryptic messages from Faramir, who knows what Denethor will do...

[icantthinkyandere]

Hello! I hope that you are doing well. Can i request some hcs for a yandere draco (fgo), koyanskaya and proto merlin, please? If not please feel free to ignore this

I'm trying not to have spoilers, and I don't think I can do Draco since she's a JP locked servant. So, I'll be adding that to the rules since I lack knowledge of them. I'm not counting Lady Avalon since she's Proto Merlin and doesn't have a lot of differences from what I know.

{Yandere Koyanskaya}

Good job, you made everything 100 times worse by... somehow, catching her eye.

She is probably one of the worst yanderes to have in all of FGO. Whether you're the master of Chaldea or just a worker, she will make every Lostbelt she is in hell for everyone. Her main quest won't stop, of course. You're just a nice bonus for her.

She doesn't want anyone to know her attraction to you, of course. In the beginning, she barely believes she has feelings. During Anastasia, she thinks it's just hate for humans, that she wants you dead more than others. But every time she thought about her plan, she noticed that it kept changing to keep them alive.

They plans in question are not the best out comes for them. All of them make you more of a lap pet than actually a person. If more like when she does succeed and kidnap them from Chaldea, you won't see her a lot. She does care a lot and will baby you when she is around, but her mission is just as important to her. So, having her new beloved in a place she can control keeps her mind at ease.

There are two differences to this, the first being if you're just an employee or the master of Chaldea. If they're just an employee, she honestly won't believe Chaldea would bother saving you. Assuming that they would believe they're just dead since it's not like you'd be a useful hostage. This would make them easier to get since she has few expectations for anyone trying to help, as well her as keeping a lighter hold on you. [It's not that light, but still.]

If they're the master however, you're kept locked in a way it's hard for her to even get to you. She knows full well the moment she kidnapped them, Chaldea started making a plan to get them back. It makes her so paranoid that she'll get frustrated at how much she has to balance now. She doesn't regret it, though, and she's still confident she can take care of anything thrown at her.

{Yandere Proto Merlin/Lady Avalon}

Neither she nor anyone else knows when her feelings started, but a plan to get into a relationship was in motion the moment she was summoned. Being a yandere is very easy for Lady Avalon. Most people believe that she's just joking around and her attraction won't last long.

She uses her position as a powerful mage as a reason to get them alone under the idea of training. She doesn't immediately make these lesson secret surprise dates. They start as actual lesson that are very useful even with how challenging they can be. Slowly but surely, the learning part does fade out. With breaks becoming longer, whatever she's teaching is becoming both easier and less useful.

Once these lessons start shifting, they pretty much just become private hang out time. A big part of her plan is isolation and gaslighting. Why wouldn't others leave you two alone? She's giving you life or death lessons, missions keep getting more difficult, and those you go up against have many different abilities and strategies that can ruin everything if you're not ready.

You can't complain either. Weren't you the one who complained about how difficult and confusing her lessons were? She's giving you easier ones and longer break times because you asked her to. She's cares about your mental and physical health and is trying to tailor her lessons to you! Being a teacher is just as hard as being a student.

Since her past lesson took a lot of time, it was required to tell other servants that they just don't have the time at the moment to hang out. This had to happen so often that a lot of servants just stopped asking.

For those who didn't back off, she went to Da Vinci to ask her to tell others how important this was. And if they didn't work, she's given long and tiring lectures about how these are necessary and whatever else comes to mind until they agree out to make her stop.

No one's really aware that the lessons stopped weeks ago. They're private and important, needing everyone to not be near the training room or the master's bedroom. She wishes that the dates weren't just limited to holograms in the training room or long movie nights with the occasional rayshift. But it's better than nothing, either this or others butting into the relationship. Slow and steady wins the race after all, and she's already won.

[ournachojesus]

Death Loop Au, (Forth part, I don’t recap so it might be confusing if you haven’t read some of the past stuff.)

Warning : Talking about murder, torture, abuse, and a lot of disturbing content.

Loops 5-10

How long can they live for? If one of them was seriously injured in a way that damaged their mental facilities would a reset happen? Was there any signs or indications that the loops are limited? If not, how do they end the loops?

That’s what they dedicate those loops to. Mostly experimenting to see the basic rules of this unknown time relapse. Already knowing shigami have no memories or information on the subject they just start seeing how far they can go in the loops. As I said in past post, they never make it past the day Light originally dies. Mostly cause of Ryku but it’s not always him doing it (I’ll explain this more in loops 11-20). The hostile nature of their relationship goes from boiling down to simmering. Having to work together now in keeping everyone unaware of the strange test. Like Light concussing L into a coma, which does end up resetting them after a week. The mark rule is found out fast. No info on the loops is found.

Loops 11-20

Light will always die by the pen of a shigami. They can never get either Rem or Ryku to say what his predetermined life span was in the first place. Super tight lipped. Most commonly is Ryku or Rem that kill light at the marked date. If Light somehow convince Ryku not to do it then Rem does. If not Rem another god of death not roaming the mortal world. Of course Light can and has died via other ways, due to L setting it up. Both do question why. Often talking to eachother late into the night about how the gods of death relate to this loop. While none can remember nor know details of why, the marked date always have Light die by death note of a shigami is important. Lots of questions on why L is involved in the loop too since he died so much sooner than Light. They aren’t the only ones that have died by death notes or shigami so while it probably plays a role they can never get much information since all the people with information on the death note have nothing new they can provide. This is when the hostility starts to boil up,

Loops 21-50

Grand slam, on sight fist fights. Think of planning someone’s assassination, they do stuff like that. Some stuff boarding on torture as they near 50. Actually, scratch that, it is torture nearing 50. L removes Light’s fingers while he’s conscious, Light rips L’s tongue out, they don’t go past removing hands and feet. It used to be quick deaths but they just start slowly going nuts (they end up noticing only after they both go too far later on). Neither plead for the pain to stop, the desperate calls and screams are mostly about wishing for the loops to end. Mentally they start disconnecting when in pain, they’re minds letting rational thought override pain no matter what. It happening so often messes up their brains panic response.

Other half is them mind gaming each other, like chess. In this game they slowly start hurting those around them. Less caring as they view them as NPCs. No torture, letting these people get kidnapped, hurt, etc. Human rights? More like only them rights. Even then, they just start breaking every right. Misa starts to become a victim at this time.

Misa!!

I didn’t mention this from loops 1-20 but Misa can pretty quickly catch on to something being up. Light nor L notice this until after loop 20 because Light straight up avoids Misa like the plague along with talk L into helping him make sure Misa wasn’t involved during the first 20 loops. This deal breaks down which is why she starts popping up again. Since they are now experiencing her figuring it out when no one else ever does and her constant want to help them even though it’s super repetitive, they feel a little relief at first since she is willing to understand them but since this is a time when they are literally no longer acting or able to function normally unless it’s to act, things get bloody. It’s this anger that she always figures out the struggle they are in but is just another repeating pattern like everyone else. A code, NPC, a predetermined outcome, etc. So, when it comes to their chess game she is often the piece put in the worst situations. Sending her into a shady club full of horrible guys with a wire on to “collect information” sometimes they send someone in to help her but it just ends up with Misa going ‘missing’ on those days (she gets her organs stolen for black market), having her be arrested as Kira, having her become a Kira propagandist with her art. Depends, but they are just absolutely abusing and monstrous. To everyone.

L has a lot more power due to recourse and while Light is petty, he doesn’t kill L to make him play at the same level. He could but he knows it never work. L is less attached over all, less expressive with loss of appetite. Often not responding with much fire when Light explodes. Light is a ticking time bomb that can only explode around L, he loses drive to keep up relationships but never acts outwardly disturbing. Both just seem depressed to an outside observer, if they have their guards down. Both are so use to acting now that no one knows what’s actually going on beneath the surface.

NPC effect - Both have been looping for so long that they stop seeing other people as important or real due to none of them changing their behavior or develop unless L or Light change something (these loops can span up to when Light is 23, they loop back to when he’s 18).

Mark - From now on that’s what I’ll be referring to as the day Light dies in the og and as the max end point for loops.

The incidents - og post has some info about it but I’ll be make a post solely on this later.

When writing about this AU I never really thought if this relationship was romantic or platonic. Wasn’t really the focus since the relationship development they have is that of deep codependency and desperation. It can be twisted into either if that was something you wanted (this would change some of their actions).

What you need to know is that they grow into each other like compacted roots. I’ll give a full timeline of just what’s going on in the relationship itself once I have the loops and progression of events down. My thoughts on their og relationship? Even if they care and find the other as an equal that makes life exciting, they are both purely selfish beings. Everyone is selfish but their brand of it is beyond that of a normal person. They wish to be above all others, to have their egos satisfied. Not without challenge of course, that’s why they like one another. The challenge is what makes it interesting and all the more rewarding. During the loop AU their relationship grows to be more than just the challenge. In an unfortunate way they experience deep and meaningful connection with another person for the first time in the most brutal way. Unending repetition and trauma and disconnection from everyone else to a much more extreme extent. Connection to someone but with the want to make them happy because it makes you happy, it’s the first time they feel this. It’s really messed up since they end up believing that the only way they could ever love someone is by literally accumulating trauma. That they were born so broken that the only way they could love like normal people was by being ground into fine dust (these kind of thoughts aren’t ones they’d have in the beginning at all, only after they get so tired they can’t maintain their feelings of superiority that they start spiraling. Both in different ways due to differences but in the same vein of them both thinking they are monsters of sorts that needed to be beaten to become human).

[pepperoniflapjacks96]

welcome to my blog...

i haven't had one of these dang things since 2010, lol. look at me, 14 years later, and slappin' away at my laptop typing on tumblr dot com. i've come full circle.

i can't really say anything interesting about myself. i crochet a lot, work a lot, i don't have a lot of friends i hang out with in my free time, but the ones i do spend time with are very cherished. i hang with my family a lot, but i like spending time alone pretty often too.

i go to Mass every sunday, usually by myself unless i see my neighbors or someone i know and sit with them. and hooooo boyyy i love the "peace be with you" part, it's always been my favorite part of Mass because like, you get to say "hiiiiiiii!!!!!!" to everyone. in that moment, everybody is friends (maybe sometimes against their wills).

there isn't a specific trajectory i have for my life. i have a steady and great job, i'm saving for a house, but i don't really have a solid plan. staying on long island is a goal of mine, but so is moving somewhere rural. out east is rural... hm... i'm okay with pretty much anything and anywhere that isn't a city. when i think "dream life", i picture having a very small tiny house (like one of those tinyhomes) and an acre of land with chickens. i don't think my dream life is that hard to make, honestly.

i do crappy doodle comic things in my spare time and on my downtime at work i'm probably reading a wikipedia article at my computer about some specific and obscure ancient civilization or on google images looking at hamsters. my boss did NOT catch me looking at "colorful shrimp??" on google images yesterday... ahem... haha. i love my whole office though, we're all planning an outing soon and i'm in charge of like, 90% of the planning and calls and yadda yadda. but we're all very tightly-knit and care a lot about each other and ugHH haha yes we are "like a FaMiLy" lolol.

i love cats, hamsters (duh), iguanas, frogs, squirrels, chickens, ducks and gerbils, in no particular order. i also really like going to museums, mainly the american museum of natural history (i used to be a member and never renewed my membership, wompp) and the metropolitan museum of art. i'm trying very hard to like the museum of modern art, but i can't, lol. somehow i like the whitney more.

fall is coming so i'm pretty excited to do fall stuff. my friend and i are gonna go pumpkin picking when the time comes, she's never done that before being she just moved from south brooklyn not even 2 years ago and never took up an opportunity for that kind of day trip yet. we're also gonna do some shopping in november before she goes on a solo vacation across country, and i told her we're going to hit up some farm stands out east too once the weather isn't so freaking hot out. her and i both dress pretty modestly and i personally can't deal with 70+ degree weather... lol.

also i found a recipe for making pumpkin spice lattes and it's a lot easier than i thought. but i lost it and have to go look for it again, ugh... lol.

thanks for reading, see ya's later!!

[evermorehqs]

CATCHING MY BREATH, STARING OUT AN OPEN WINDOW

Dylan Moore is based on Dormouse from Alice in Wonderland. They are a 22 year old human, Tea Party Planners employee, and uses she/they pronouns. They have no powers. Dylan is portrayed by Amandla Stenberg and she is open.

CATCHING MY DEATH, AND I COULDN’T BE SURE

People have told Dylan since they were a kid that it was better they’d never met their parents. Their birth parents. From what she gathered, they’d been bad news and she’d come as a huge surprise to two people that had never wanted her. The system wasn’t too bad to Dylan, there were horror stories - there always were - and the young child spent a lot of their time escaping into dreams, napping when they weren’t supposed to but preferring that to reality more often than not. In dreams anything could happen. You could be anyone and anything, in reality you were only a disappointment. Or, at least, that was what Dylan was constantly told. All in all things weren’t horrible, they made it work day by day without thinking there’d be much to look forward to until the day Marc Harris showed up. At this point, Dylan was eighteen, scraping by with a minimum wage job and a high school degree when she accidentally found herself stumbling into a...tea party? The two guys were strange but felt comfortable almost immediately somehow. For the first time in forever, Dylan felt like she had people she could rely on, Marc more than Mohan but he brought a little chaos they could appreciate. They made a strange trio but as soon as they found each other, there was no other option. Marc became Dylan’s security blanket, their home to run back to and it didn’t take long before they became a duo that everyone expected to find together, a found family that was part chaos and part organization. They balanced each other out. Things had always been topsy turvy in their lives but waking up in Evermore was something even Dylan couldn’t see coming. But when their eyes opened with no memory of where they were or how they got there, the first thought was Marc, followed by I don’t remember falling asleep. Only this time, Dylan was actually concerned. They’d gotten used to their narcolepsy but this felt different, this was a feeling she’d never had before. Thankfully, it didn’t take long before she found Marc and Mohan, the two men they felt most comfortable with - their little family was accounted for. They’d spent their days planning parties before Evermore and that feeling carried through and when Marc started Tea Party Planners, it was a no-brainer that Dylan joined him. Their days were full of planning, tea, and wild times which was perfectly fine with them and worth staying awake for.

I HAD A FEELING SO PECULIAR

❀ Timothy Turner: Dylan thought she had a lot of weird dreams and an active imagination but Timmy has her completely beat. He's kind of crazy and a lot to deal with but not in a bad way... it just takes a lot to get used to. ❀ Whitney Ramakrishnan: Whitney needs to chill out for a second. She's constantly on the move and sometimes it can be really annoying but they try to help by pointing out the fact that whatever is stressing her out will be there tomorrow so why worry now? ❀ Berlioz Bonfamille: Dylan has never been super artistic themselves but can appreciate art when they see it and it's very clear that Berlioz has talent. And maybe it doesn't hurt that he's pretty nice to look at too but Dylan would never say that out loud especially not when she'd probably fall asleep halfway through saying it.

THAT THIS PAIN WOULD BE FOR EVERMORE

[oveliagirlhaditright]

Hey, I'm sure you're probably still not answering asks all that often but that Dark Angel dream you had about Tinga sounds really cool! By the way, are you still planning to post more Bangel stories sometime soon and is there any chance you might eventually write more Lomax stories someday? I remember that we've already sort of compared Bangel to Lomax in the past, is it wrong that I also sometimes kinda get S1 Lomax vibes from Giles/Jenny as well?

Aww, thank you. It was, in fact, a very cool dream!

So... the reason I haven't been posting Bangel stories lately is because I'm actually in the middle of writing one right now that's already 20K words long. o_0 It's actually one of the first Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Bangel stories I ever tried to write, and it's a crossover with Kingdom Hearts. Because, basically, in being still kind of new to the Buffyverse fandom and scared to write it some when I started this fic, I was like, "What's a way I can try to ease myself into this? I know! By making it a crossover with my forever fandom!" Also because I somehow got thinking about that line in Kingdom Hearts where Riku says, "So Kairi's just a lifeless puppet now?" when she doesn't have her heart, and thought I could somehow tie that into things like Buffy telling Angel of her memories of the Puppet Show episode (though now, as I edit the story, I don't think that's really a thing anymore). To be honest... for years, I really didn't think I was ever going to post this story--because I figured only I or very few people would be interested in it at all--but then I realized that I already had so many words written for it, that I might as well finish it and post it, so that's what I've been doing.

But that being said, I have other Bangel fics (that aren't crossovers, of course) in the works, as well. A number of them are ones that I'm trying to get ready for the "I Will Remember You Marathon." :)

And you've mentioned Lomax at the right time! I've definitely had the strong desire to write for them again, and have been trying to get back into that some.

Like, one idea is a oneshot about Logan finally getting to lay down the mantle of Eyes Only when the world, miraculously, is in a pretty good place for him to be able to do so: and just how he feels about that (and Max is of course there with him).

I also would really love to be able to return to my "Saving the Siblings" AU that I was working on--as I did adore that story--but I kind of wrote myself into a corner with it. And I've tried to think of how to get out of it, but so far no luck. But maybe I will eventually think of something. Or IDK... It's been so long since I've updated that story, maybe I could go back and edit the last chapter that led to the problem and just go from there (and write an AN that I changed the last chapter and maybe let people know to go back and re-read it to see the change if necessary).

If I don't do that, I've been kicking around the idea of starting up a Dark Angel season two AU that I've thought about writing for years (and have started a few times). Where basically, Max is able to get her hands on an instrument in order to seriously harm herself when she's back at Manticore (near lethally). And is essentially telling them that if they don't let her go, she's going to kill herself. And since Manticore sees Max as a worthy product that they've invested millions (if not more) dollars in, they obviously don't want her to do that (and they know Max, and realize that if they are able to get a hold of her to stop her and a medic to fix her up, eventually she'll break free and just do it again). So they agree to this, with the idea that she'll see Logan or whatever, get it out of her system, and after that they'll catch her again (because they plan to track her). My problem with writing this... is I'm not a doctor, so, like even while trying to do research for this, I'm afraid I'd botch up how far she could travel to a hospital while severely bleeding (and that kind of thing) before it would be too much for her and she'd bleed out. Granted, I know Max is a super-human X5, but still. I would also have it take longer for Manticore to be taken down in this season 2 AU of mine, I think... And focus more on Max's siblings mentioned in S1... and have no clones in the fic, for the obvious reason that that plot point really made no sense. If I had Alec, he would be Ben's twin brother. I haven't fully thought all of this out, but those are some of the ideas. Obviously, there would be no virus. Max and Logan would be on hold in getting back together (though planning to eventually, and be A-okay with the wait) until Max recovered from her most recent trauma.

And, yes! I remember us comparing Lomax to Bangel in the past:)That was originally one of the reasons I started shipping Bangel: because Lomax was my TV show OTP, but there wasn't a lot of stuff for them in their tag... and I was watching Buffy at the time, and there was quite a bit of Bangel (and Bangel somewhat reminded me of them, because Bangel always does the right thing in choosing to protect the world, whereas Lomax does that with protecting the downtrodden). So I was like, "Maybe I can somewhat get my 'Lomax fix' with Bangel then." LOL.

...Now that you mention it, I can definitely see why GilesJenny would remind you of Lomax some. I can see it, too.

Thanks for the ask!

[unknownjpegs]

eye socket

It’d been a bad one. Not that any of them were good, necessarily. But sometimes, they were like a long work out session. Xavier walked away less covered in gore and more just stretched out and worn thin, but in a satisfied, tired way. He liked using his muscles, liked working his body with what he was good at—he was good at mercenary work. This time, though, he had to fucking scrub to get that blood out of his hair. And he was not being gentle with his face either—which needed some sort of medical attention, he was sure. The nose was not broken. He knew a broken nose.

But the eye was bad. The bone around it was tender and sore when his fingers passed over it, and all that white was now filled with red. His green iris stood out in terrifying contrast with the blood and he couldn’t look in the mirror for too long without being disgusted by it.

Only, Xavier was the sort to, tomorrow things like this. He’ll deal with it tomorrow, he’ll check in to infirm tomorrow, he’ll get those stitches tomorrow, he’ll change a bandage tomorrow, he’ll reset his own fucking finger and not deal with it tomorrow. Xavier was good at avoiding medical. He was good at letting himself linger in the pain and become friends with it. Sort of a very, I’m alive, aren’t I? moment. But his eye made him feel self conscious, made him sneak into his room after debrief and showers so no one had to look at it.

As he enters, though, someone’s hand is around his wrist. His body moves, without him wanting it to and the momentum of it sends him crashing down onto the mildly comfortable chair he’d managed to steal. The knife in his boot comes up into his hand quickly, lips pulled back from his teeth, nose wrinkled in savage and immediate fury.

“Don’t threaten me with that,” Benji remarks, his fingertip tapping the point of the sharp bowie knife a few times. “Or I’ll make you follow through with it.”

“Fucking—Do not—” Xavier’s words falter around when Benji’s finger slides over the knife again, bringing a bead of red to the surface of his skin. It’s just a small nick, the barest parting of skin. A cut that’ll heal on it’s own with little to no attention, but Xavier immediately wants to pay it a lot of attention. His eyes wander up to Benji’s face, which is set pleased and pretty. “What are you doing?” Xavier settles on asking instead.

Benji doesn’t reply with words, instead tosses an ice pack onto his thigh. It slides awkwardly before he catches it. Xavier sets the knife slowly down onto the desk in the room. It’s tip has a lingering smear of Benji’s blood on it that makes Xavier’s eyes feel fuzzy before he slowly puts the pack to his eye.

“Keep skippin’ on medical and you’ll lose somethin’ vital soon.” Benji’s hands lace behind his back, in that mockery of at ease posture. It pushes his hips forward, which draws Xavier’s attention immediately. “Or you’ll make Rodriguez think you’re avoidin’ her, yeah?” Which also, immediately makes Xavier’s one green eye slide away in annoyance.

“Don’t bother me, Benji. I’ve had a long fucking day, you know.” And the medic had to know because he’d been out there too. Non combat for this mission, strict do not engage orders that kept him and the other medics in the background. Xavier argued that often, with sergeants and lieutenants. They had combat medics for a reason—for combat. He liked watching Benji skirt around those orders too; he’d liked finishing that man off, putting him out of his misery with a swift death when half his leg was missing.

His spine shivers at the memory, eye closing as he slumps more in the chair and leans back. That exhaustion is creeping over him and making his body heavy. Xavier had planned on sleeping…

“Let me look at it.” Benji’s voice is louder, because he’s nearer now—he senses that somehow, like a shifting change in the air around his body. Xavier doesn’t take off the ice pack, or open his good eye. He tenses when he feels a sudden weight on his lap, though. The sensation of Benji’s knees sliding over his hips, squeezing as he settles comfortably onto his thighs makes Xavier’s ribs instantly feel like a cage. His lungs expand painfully, heart vibrating. “I can make you.”

At that, he finally pulls the ice pack away and opens both eyes.

Benji sits on him, straddling really. Xavier lets his arms dangle over the edge of the recliner. It’s shitty and beat up, with leather peeling off it, but it was comfortable. Benji, there, was suspiciously comfortable. The medic leans in, so close that their chests are nearly touching and lifts a hand to take his face. Wish he kept the gloves on, is such a traitorous thought that makes him feel heat in his belly.

“It’s nasty.” Xavier pronounces it with his terrible New England accent, almost leaves off the ‘t’ and it comes out nas’y. Benji’s hand firmly cups his chin, turning it so the bloody eye faces him. All that sclera red from the punch to the face that had also almost broken his nose—again. Xavier tries not to focus on how close their faces are. They get this close to kiss, but right now he’s being examined. And Benji looks far too fucking into that blood red eye. “Don’t put your fucking tongue in it.”

It gets Benji to laugh, one of those loud cracks that’s a little unnerving and frightening. For some reason, it does not deter Xavier from slowly and cautiously resting his hands on Benji’s hips. The medic rolls them forward, presses their bodies together harder in a way that says, go ahead and touch. That simple gesture makes his fingers immediately curl harder.

He hates himself for wanting to touch this man. For feeling driven forward to do it. Hates that Benji will either swat him away with a glare, or sometimes let him, depending on that slim and strange mood. Xavier hates that he’s at these whims, wishes sometimes, he could slam Benji down, by these fucking hips and be in control. Also hates that he likes having absolutely none of that control at all.

“I was watchin’ on scope.” Xavier’s eyes close when Benji’s cheek presses to his own. He feels the man slip further onto him, feels those strong thighs parting an inch further to allow that. His chest heaves in a huff of air as Benji’s nose brushes up to his temple. Facial hair tickles. “Fuckin’ splat he went, yeah?” Benji’s arms are wiggling around Xavier’s neck, getting them even closer. He can feel the tickle of his breath on his skin. “Real tactical with that hammer, Xavier.”

His bloody eye cracks open, swims a little as it struggles to focus on the ceiling. Black curls obscure his vision, so he shuts it again. Tilts his head slightly so their cheeks are sliding together once more and he gets to nose into that hair. He inhales, wishing that Benji smelled like antiseptic and cleaning supplies and the infirmary—but he doesn’t. He smells fucking good and it makes Xavier’s insides curl up.

“Want me to describe it?”

Benji pulls back, but one of his hands slides up into Xavier’s hair, tugs it until his head is nearly craned back. It doesn’t stop the mercenary from grinning, nearly ear to ear, because, yeah. Benji wanted to hear this, didn’t he?

How’s it feel? Being known, you sick fuck? That I know you. That I like knowing you—want to know how much I like knowing you? I want to show you how much I like knowing you, even if it’s dirty.

“Bit of foreplay,” Benji says in his knife like voice. It slides over Xavier’s skin, like his had against the pad of Benji’s finger. “Go on, Corporal.” Those fingers loosen enough in his hair that he can tilt his chin down and look at Benji. His eyes, that are usually dark and full of nothing, have turned liquid and hot. Xavier runs his tongue along his teeth, watching Benji’s gaze drop to his mouth.

“First time, it was an accident. They gave me the sledgehammer to get doors open.” His hands start tugging Benji’s shirt from the tuck into his pants. So regulation, he wants to mock. But he starts seeing that brown skin and loses all chance to tease. Benji is letting him do this—and that is something he isn’t going to test. “But a guy was coming at me. He didn’t have a gun—just a knife. And I thought, why bother with that?” His hands make a path once the shirt’s free. Up and under. He feels his fingertips slide across a toned stomach. Benji accommodates by leaning back a little. His hands lace firmly behind Xavier’s neck. The medic hums. Had the violence satiated him from before?

“So I swung and it caught him in the jaw.”

“Fuckin’ hell.” Benji doesn’t say it like that’s awful. He says it like, tell me more. Xavier’s hands cup the medics ribs, thumbs brushing warm, alive skin.

“Yeah—I know. Clean off. Just, fucking obliterated.” His hands raise and with them, the shirt hitches up further. Exposes a dark trail of hair under Benji’s belly button. Xavier’s chest tightens like there’s a vice inside him and Benji’s hand is on the crank, twisting and twisting and twisting. His thumbs brush over nipples, hands grasping. This is the most he’s ever been allowed to touch, and combined with the recollection of such a messy, bloody memory, it’s making spools of heat slip all around his insides. “It’s not fast, right? It’s a slow weapon. Makes me seem clumsy, or reckless. But—you know I’m not.”

They lock eyes then. That heat has spread through Benji’s entire face. It drips off him, this sudden, palpable lust. Xavier wants to lick it up, wants to taste that sexual tension on the tip of his tongue.

“So I got real fucking good with it. When you get it, up in the air and bring it down. When it’s going to hit bone and then concrete.” Xavier’s laugh is hoarse and low and throaty and fucking hot. Bothered, keyed up. Turned on. “The crash, when it lands.” Xavier holds Benji’s body in those two big, callused hands and suddenly gives him a hard jerk. Just one yank of his body back and forth. Benji looks, for a moment, like he could kill Xavier for that touch, like he could dig his hands into him and find weak, soft flesh and rent and tear and mangle. It’s such a terrifying, predatory look that Xavier feels his innards react, as if they’re already being torn apart. But he doesn’t.

“Aftershock. You feel it all the way up to your shoulders, in your fucking bones.”

Benji’s nails dig in to the sensitive skin at the nape of Xavier’s neck. They drag over and down his chest, not soft or kind. His hands are still holding, cupped around the man’s pectorals. It’s not his imagination that Benji breathes harder, not his imagination that those dark eyes are devouring him.

“Cute story, Xav—”

He stands then, hands gripping under Benji’s thighs and picking him right up.

He’s not small, but Xavier finds the weight of him no bother with all that adrenaline running straight to his heart like acid. He stumbles only a little before they crash into a wall, Benji’s back flat to it. He’s pinned there, between brick and Xavier’s body, hips slammed together—Xavier can feel the effect his words had. Not cute; Benji is fucking hard. And so is Xavier. And they kiss hard too.

They kiss messy. Benji’s hands dig into the simple black cotton shirt, yank at it. Xavier moans into that wet, open mouth, parting only to dive in, adjust their heads to fit together better. Teeth catch lips and tongue and neither stop at nips or teeth bumping together, even when it almost hurts. Maybe it does, even, but it feels dull underneath the fire that is crackling over his entire body. Benji’s legs squeeze around him and Xavier’s moan fills the space between their open mouths.

They kiss fucking mean, too. Xavier feels Benji’s hands raking down his skin and even through the shirt, those nails catch and dig. His own teeth skate over lips, but it’s Benji’s that are snagging, pulling, hurting.

I wanna fuck you, he’s thinking as his hips shift. Fuckyoufuckyoufuckyou, he’s screaming it, inside himself as they continue to kiss. The taste of Benji makes his head light, makes him dizzy and frantic for more. It makes him hungry and possessive and wanting. Benji’s hand winds up, cups his cheek and his thumb presses into that orbital bone making Xavier hiss and pull away. Their foreheads connect then, staring at each other with heaving chests, panting against each others mouths.

“Don’t fuck with my eye,” Xavier snarls, teeth clipping together audibly.

“S’mine to fuck with,” Benji replies, his voice laced with poison and cruelty and a possessive note that makes Xavier’s hips push forward as if on reflex. That grind makes him nearly moan, but he swallows it. “Put me down.”

“I kinda like you like this.”

Benji’s hand pets up his cheek again, thumb brushing over his eyebrow in suggestion and Xavier’s arms are almost instant to drop him. When Benji lands on the ground, he gives the mercenary a hard shove backward. Xavier lands, knees crumpling when they hit the bed and falls onto it with a huff of breath that leaves in a hard gust.

“Oh shit,” he says, mostly on accident when Benji pulls his shirt off.

“I know you like orders, Wolffe, but I think you can get undressed without me explicitly spellin’ that out for you.”

And that’s enough for Xavier to sit up on the bed and start yanking his own shirt free. With his arms above his head, fabric still half on, he feels Benji fist fingers into it. Hold him like that, arms up and restrained by the fabric, by how Benji has a hold on it. Has a hold on him, with just one hand. He stands there, close enough that if Xavier leaned forward, he could touch his tongue to him—but he only flicks his eyes up instead.

I’m learning your moods. When to touch, when to not. Isn’t that funny?

Benji uses the grip he has on the shirt tangling Xavier’s hands together to lean him back and stare down. His free hand touches his tactical belt, fingers gently pressing the clip until it unlocks. Xavier doesn’t want to, but he groans and his eyes falter down to that belt coming undone. He watches, feeling the blood pooling in his body lower and the heat inside him getting hotter, as Benji’s fingers take the belt and pull. He watches that material drag through the loops, his eyes glazed and blurry and fuzzy with focus. He’s thinking, let me do that, let me do it with my teeth.

“Thought you said I was disgustin’, Corporal.”

“You are,” Xavier replies, his voice a little drunk and slurred. He curls his lip back, nose wrinkled, angry eyes flashing up. “Having a fat cock does not make you any less of a sick fuck.”

—

It’s like kissing.

Mean, nasty, hungry, messy and Xavier wants more and more and more. Pants that, loudly, into Benji’s ear (“More, please—fuck, oh fuck”). Slick, sweaty foreheads sliding together and Benji’s teeth on his cheek, too close to that fucked up eye. Xavier’s whine not making him stop and those teeth continuing their hungry pursuit. He bites purple marks into his neck, into his chest, into his shoulder. Xavier’s hand winds back into dark, curly hair. Holds tangles, softly. Feels the texture between his fingers.

And they don’t actually fuck in that traditional sense; which is nebulous a concept at best, in the grand scheme of things, because it feels like Benji has been fucking him since the first day they kissed in that shitty infirmary with blood in his mouth. But instead of sex, it’s been hands digging into his brain to find wires to reconnect to other wires, in different wired ways they shouldn’t ever be fucking wired. Fingernails dragging around his skull plate while he’s in there. Saying, looks good in here, Wolffe, but let’s make it even better.

His eyes swim, roll back into his skull at the feeling of Benji’s weight moving against him. At that strong medics hand wrapped around both of them, sliding their erections together. Benji had put a hand underneath Xavier’s mouth at the beginning, grinned, told him spit. And like a good boy, Xavier had, without thinking twice.

And that spit, and precum lubricates them together as Benji keeps a steady grind of hips to hips. The hand not keeping their cocks tight together is hooked under Xavier’s knee—wedges it up almost cruelly high. Crunches him into an awkward, submissive position. Xavier’s stomach tenses, his muscles clenching across his whole body, calves tight, hand flattening to his mouth to try and stop more noises. Benji’s teeth sink into that hand hard and vicious, make him move it and find comfort in the pillow instead—doesn’t stop the loud, high pitched moan that slips right out between Xavier’s teeth.

His cum—and Benji’s—pools over his stomach. He watches white spills of it over Benji’s dark hand, watches it drip and his leg gives a kick at the sensation. He grins, eyes half lidded, almost entirely gone from how hard it had been pulled from him. Licks a tongue over that fucked up canine.

Benji gets it—runs almost his whole hand into that fucking mess and brings the fingers right to Xavier’s lips.

—

“It wasn’t when I was in Shadows,” Xavier explains. His body feels sore and stretched thin and good. Disgustingly good; he feels like he needs a shower, but it’s not the same kind of, God please, get this off me, that he has with other people. Just that, yeah, he’s a little sticky but—he feels good. He’d gotten his briefs back on, and now, he’s scooping up Benji’s boots with his hands.

“I was twenty-two—same age I was when I joined, but it was directly before my re-up with the army and I didn’t sign that contract. Sheesh,” he looks up at the ceiling, frowning, narrowing eyes. “I really didn’t wait that long. Didn’t want to be a civilian.” He meanders to the door and places Benji’s boots directly next to his. Waits a second and then uses his foot to make them line up better. They sit beside the door, as they should.

“Anyway, I killed him with a knife.” Xavier also bends to scoop up Benji’s belt and pants. The shirt landed on the recliner. He slings the belt over his shoulder while he folds up the pants. “He had surprised me, around a corner. But his knife glanced off my plate—lucky fucking.” Xavier pats the pants down on his dresser and then slides the belt up onto it. Goes for the shirt next. He holds it and gives Benji a small look. “I got him in the neck. Which was also lucky. First time I saw blood like that. It was—whew.”

Xavier looks down at the back shirt and then flicks his eyes to Benji, laying on the bed. He feels annoyed that the medic taps his finger against his own nose and smiles.

“Fuck you,” he mumbles before bringing the shirt up to his nose. He inhales, long and hard and rubs his face into the fabric more. His eyes close to the feel of the fabric, the deep, rich and masculine scent. Xavier feels like he can overlook the laundry smell, can pick out all the parts that are just Benji in it. Hold it on his tongue and keep it there. Then he pulls away and sighs. Does a quick, militant fold and tosses it onto the dresser.

“They congratulate you for it?”

“Yeah, I was the youngest in my squad unit, so—was a big deal.” When he crosses back to the bed, Benji doesn’t move. He lays there, like it’s his own bed, nice and comfortable, with the blanket not fully up. His chest is only a little slick looking, the sweat cooling on both their bodies. Xavier palms a particularly nasty and deep bruise on his neck. “They bought me shots until I threw up and passed out.”

“Stop standin’ there, lookin’ like you need to ask me fuckin’ permission to get in your own bed.”

“You’re going to knife me in my sleep,” Xavier accuses, knees touching the edge as he slowly sinks in. “Or put your fucking tongue in my ear and throw up night terrors in my brain.”

“That’s poetic,” Benji snorts. “No knives on me.” He slides the blanket down further and Xavier’s eyes snap away as he slides fully into the bed. He can’t look at that dark happy trail, can’t look lower, can’t look at those thighs and feel—all that he’s already felt. Annoyed, angry, frustrated, elated, satiated and drained and good. No, fuck, he can’t think about how good he feels. He lays there, instead on his back, slapping the switch beside the bed on the wall to descend the room into darkness.

A moment passes before Benji is making a sound similar to a sigh, similar to a growl.

“Xavier, you feel like a spooked fuckin’ dog. Just do it.”

At that little bit of permission, he turns his body and curves around Benji, one arm sliding, hooking around a hip. Benji’s back settles nicely against his chest, in a way that maybe it shouldn’t. Maybe it should feel harder to fit against this man shaped entity, this wickedly dangerous knife in human form. Maybe he shouldn’t feel that rumble of pleasure between his rib cages at this. That smell of him is still lodged inside his throat, but now it’s closer again and makes Xavier shiver and close his eyes.

[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 7: Nipple Play(I Just Wanna Make Love to You)

warnings/kinks: nipple play, smut, teasing, breast worship, kinkiness, kissing. pairings: Raditz x Fem!Reader word count: 1.2k tag list: @beneathstarryskies, @ricflairdrip20, @witchofcustom, @loki-love, @xailem, @the-eternal-sunflower

When Raditz first came to earth, you were just as frightened as everyone else. But somehow Goku had managed to get him to be more calm and docile and eventually Raditz came to live with you. You were the only one with a spare room. Goku’s been your best friend for so long, so you figured you could do him a solid and house his brother.

But what you never expected was to fall in love with this brute. It started off pretty rough, with the two of you often butting heads. It made Raditz so angry and frustrated whenever he tried to get used to life on Earth. But he got the hang of it pretty quickly. He became accustomed to the things that this planet had to offer and he soon fell in love with you too. It was so explosive when the two of you finally got together.

The first night was amazing. He took you out flying and showed you all his favorite places to go. The city looked  beautiful from the sky. He made you laugh the whole night, and when he brought the two of you home, you couldn't hold back any longer. The two of you collided in a mess of tongues and fingers and passion.

From then on, Raditz realized just how much you mean to him. You are this wonderful woman who makes him feel so warm inside. Lately, he’s been trying out all kinds of different things with you. It’s only normal that he would want to experiment a little bit. It was very arousing to have the big Saiyan pluck you up and have his way with you. His kinks are expanding as he tries different positions and different scenarios with you. The more you let him take what he wants, the more he discovers.

And in turn, you discover new things about yourself. You’ve been becoming addicted to him playing with your nipples as you fuck. Raditz catches on pretty quickly to what’s going on. He listens to the changes in your moans and the way your body reacts to the stimulation he provides. Raditz finds exactly what makes you tick and he uses all of these special moves on you.

Tonight was no different. He has you on the bed, all curled up in his lap. You look so pretty tonight, in that cute little dress. Raditz was hard even before the two of you entered the bedroom. His lips keep pressing on yours, and his tongue slips between your parted lips. You moan as the wet appendage rubs against yours, and your eyes flutter closed.

One his hands keeps you cradled close to him. The other one begins sliding down to your tits. You let out a soft gasp when he pushes his hand up the skirt of your dress. Raditz smirks when he notices you aren’t wearing a bra. It’s exactly like he planned this. It’s almost like you read his mind too, or maybe you were anticipating this. 

“Were you expecting this?” He asks, and he begins rubbing your nipple with his thumb.

Your breath hitches in your throat, “M-maybe!”

He chuckles before removing your dress completely. Your cheeks burn when you’re exposed to him, but Raditz doesn’t even care. He will do whatever he pleases. Both of his hands cup your tits, squishing them together. This makes you both giggle, but yours soon turn into moans when he lowers his face down to your chest and flicks his tongue against one of your perked nipples. Your fingers tangle immediately in his hair, earning a grunt from the Saiyan.

“You want this so bad, don’t you?” Raditz chuckles, and he watches you as he leans back in to suck on your nipple.

“Y-yes! Fuck yes, I do!”

He smirks against your skin and licks you once or twice. Your brain is so foggy with lust right now, you can’t even think straight. Words fail you as he begins switching from one nipple to the other. Your fingers stay buried in his wild mane of hair.

“You’re so fucking cute, you know that?” You let out a sob at his words. You feel your pussy clenching around nothing.

“Shut up, Raditz.” You whine, but he only chuckles again. He loves getting under your skin like this. It turns him on so much.

Finally, he removes the little panties you’re wearing. He brings them up to his nose, and takes deep inhales. You watch as he shudders and takes another whiff of your panties. Something about your scent just drives him crazy. He tosses them aside when you let out the softest whine. Raditz adjusts you on his lap, and he parts your thighs so easily.

“Use your words now,” Raditz begins. “Do you want my fingers or my cock?”

You think about it for a moment, “Your cock, please.”

Raditz smirks, “You’re so desperate. I love that about you.”

He holds you up with one arm as he shimmies his way out of his pants. His cock strains against the fabric of his underwear. You can see a small stain where his cock was leaking. All of this is turning you on even more. You whimper as his fingers toy with your pussy for a few seconds, only for him to pull away to take his cock out of his boxers. Your mouth waters as you see his rock hard cock slap against his abdomen. Raditz begins stroking his cock with pride, a smirk spread on his face.

“That’s my good girl.” Raditz praises. He lifts you up with ease, and slowly gets you to sink down on his cock.

The head prods your hole for a second before it begins to split you completely. You whine and pant as the rest of his thick cock slides into you. Without another word, he leans down to capture one of your nipples into his mouth. All of this makes you cry out, and your juices begin dripping down his balls. Raditz has you exactly where he wants you to be.

“Take my cock, baby. I know you can do that for me.”

With another hard thrust, he is now completely balls deep inside of you. Your little walls flutter around his impressive length as your little pussy gets used to his size. Though it has been a while since you’ve first been intimate, taking Raditz always needs a little adjustment time.

Soon, he begins to pump into you so fast. His hips snap against you as he ruts into you like a crazed animal. His lips are still latched firmly on your nipple, switching to the other whenever it feels good to him. Pleasure builds quickly in the pit of your stomach. You’re already so close to cumming, and he hasn’t even been fucking you for so long. But this build up has made you so desperate and needy for him.

“So close already, huh?” Raditz teases, but he doesn’t mind. 

“P-please don’t stop.”

He fucks you harder with even more passion. The lips on your nipples don’t stop, instead he quickly switches back and forth between each breast. You shudder and shake as the pleasure becomes too great and you fall off the edge. With a loud cry, you cum hard. Your vision cuts to static as your walls pulse around Raditz’ cock. Your legs can’t stop shaking as well, and it makes him feel so cocky to get you to cum like this.

“Hold on tight, baby.” Raditz huffs against your chest. “We aren’t done.”

[yukidragon]

Okay so uh. I know I mentioned in the comments of a post of yours a couple days ago that I had an idea, except idk where to go with it other than I just have a "what if" thought. So I'm figuring I'd throw it back at ya to get your thoughts on it, because you are incredibly good at this, like holy carp, I am in awe.

The "what if" thought I had, was since we're pretty sure Jack some times hangs around the apt while MC is at work, what if MC had a computer at home and taught him how to use, say, more anonymous based forum sites as well as maybe more basic games like solitaire or point-n-click adventure games. Do you think he would actually feel compelled to use the tech at all, and if he did join a forum site, what would he do on it and how well do you think he'd do to keep his identity hidden? (He reinvented himself once and yet he still had an untimely demise- no need to make anyone think he survived somehow and put his Sunshine in any actual danger...)

Gosh, you really flatter me with such kind praise. Thank you! 💖

Given how quickly Jack managed to pick up how to behave as Sunny Day Jack despite his concerns towards doing the part justice, I think he is pretty good at adapting and learning new things. While the modern technology is going to be pretty shocking - practically the stuff of science fiction in his eyes - I’m sure he’ll start to get the hang of it, with his sunshine’s help at the start of course.

Once Jack starts getting used to learning the internet, I can see him using it as a tool to help him out. After all, he needs to understand the modern day society and technology in order to be of any use to MC and take care of them. It would be useful to look up all the references that MC might make that seem like moon speak to someone who hasn’t experienced pop culture for 40 years.

At first, Jack will no doubt be clumsy on the internet, not quite getting how dangerous it can be. MC is going to need to teach him about the importance of anonymity online, as well as the general climate of the online space. After that though, I’m sure he’ll catch on pretty quickly.

When MC is around, I can see Jack mostly looking up innocent things, like recipes, news articles, or cute animal videos. Totally wholesome things that don’t ruin his brand safe image as Sunny Day Jack.

When MC isn’t around... the more Jack learns, the more he’s going to snoop. I can imagine he’ll figure out how the search history works and look into MC’s search history for what they like looking up and what interests them. The more he knows about them, the better he can take care of them after all!

Then, Jack can advance to learning how to use private internet searches and erase traces of his activities if it’s something a bit... questionable. Not that he would have reason to do it that often of course. At least... as long as nothing is threatening him and his sunshine...

Given how clever Jack is, I can see him learning pretty fast how to hide his online presence. That’s not even going into the possibility that his ghost(?) powers might allow him to do things normal humans can. While he is an analog-based supernatural entity, his existence is attached to a piece of technology that affects video screens, and computers still require monitors to see what’s going on...

I think it’s possible Jack could make an online alias for himself and join a forum or social media, but I think it would be with some particular goal in mind. He didn’t grow up in the internet age, and he’s more physically active. Spending hours wandering around the internet would be a relatively new thing, and the dopamine hits he might get online would be nothing compared to the rush of love he feels from his sunshine... especially when he’s showing them his love~

Though if Jack does have plans of making a big public return as Sunny Day Jack, then perhaps the internet could be useful to that end...

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur  

[otomes-world]

Anon said: Congrats on the 1k milestone!! And for the event could I remain anon? Thank u!!

This is probably one of my favorite screenshots. It's so funny that Riddle started touching you, for which Jade started to fight him. Outcome of the fight: you died

yandere!Riddle Rosehearts x you x yandere!Jade Leech

Perhaps you expected too much from student life, but one way or another, all your expectations were met with a vengeance. Night Raven College was everything you imagined and even more. You were able to make friends, went in class, and to join a club. The head of the dorm suggested you join his. You did not like horses, but the mountains have attracted you for a long time. So when you found out that there was such a club in college, you immediately went there without a second's hesitation.

It wasn't the first thing that came to your mind. How did you not think that you would become the second participant. Well, not everyone liked gargoyles either - you heard about another club with one member. The President scared you at first, but after the first campaign you were completely captured. It turned out that he loved the mountains with the same passion as you, except that his interest was much inferior to mushrooms.

He showed you so many new species that you had no idea about before. Also he shared with you his other hobby - decorating aquariums. You thought that it was insanely cute. So somehow you tried to make something similar yourself and gave it to him.

However, with time it became more difficult to pay attention to the club, especially when Riddle began to party more often than usual. You didn't mind, but this was getting pretty annoying. Looking at the many colorful cakes on the plates, you thought about the fresh mountain air, about planning your next hike, about anything but the place where you were now. Therefore, you, looking around and realizing that no one was looking, decided to quietly slip away. Might be Jade hadn't left yet. You might still be able to catch him.

You successfully managed to get into the room of mirrors, but before you could rush to the club room, a displeased voice that you heard so often lately came from behind you. "Unauthorized leaving a mandatory event is a direct violation of the rules. Name, I am ready to turn a blind eye to your misconduct if you immediately return back with me."

Rosehearts' tone didn't bode well, but you were too tired of everything. In principle, walking around with a collar for a couple of days didn't sound so bad. So you turned around and said as firmly as you could, "I'm sorry, dorm head, but I have urgent business. I don't mind accepting punishment later, but now let me leave."

Riddle frowned, it was obvious that he was not satisfied with your answer. However, you did not intend to retreat, continuing to look at the young man with melting confidence. With more and more vivid irritation on his face, he began to slowly approach you, closing the distance. You didn’t like it, so you repeated his actions, retreating. Soon you felt like you had reached the wall, the path further was closed.

At that moment, the young man extended his hand to your face, from which you instinctively closed your eyes. After a second, you opened them, noticing that he propped up the wall behind you on both sides with his palms, completely limiting your movements.

"A good student is obliged to give all for the good of the dormitory and college, but the more I watch you, Name, the less I see the reflection of these words in you," the closeness began to create a feeling of discomfort. You glanced at the aisles, hoping that someone would come and save you from this situation. "You're coming back with me right away and getting rid of all sorts of distractions. By all, I mean absolutely everything."

As Riddle's face got even closer that you could feel his breath on your lips, another voice came out that you'd rather not hear, not in this situation. "Oya, what an interesting observation. I didn't know problems in Heartslabyul were handled like that. Name-san," Jade addressed you. "I was wondering what could have been holding you up so long, and it looks like I was able to find the answer to my question. Riddle-san, please stand back, your behavior in this situation is unacceptable."

You noticed that Rosehearts made no inch to move away. As well as the fact that Leech's gaze became even colder than before. There was still a smile on his face, although the atmosphere around was almost sparkling with tension.

[vaspider]

Follow up to the previous ask:

Okay, yeah, I started to clarify that but I was already running long and trimmed that out at the editting stage

By biological markers, im really trying to throw a catch all over a pretty wide range of characteristics that are often gender specific (or, I suspect but dont have the research on hand to definitively prove, one's hormonal ballance, especially during puberty.)

That ranges from the obvious, like different fat distribution tendencies and different genitals, to the much less obvious like how women generally have wider hips and how women can present different symptoms for certain conditions like heart attacks.

Obviously a lot of these are mutable to some degree or another, especially with how medical science is advancing, to say nothing about gender as a construct rooted more in psychology than biology, but there are certainly still people who try to use these sorts of markers as some sort of proof that the idea of trans people are somehow concretely wrong, and well. I can obviously tell that that's a bullshit claim to make, but I wanted to get the perspective of someone who's actually involved with that community.

Okay so, I'm going to start this response by saying "gender is a social construct, but also sex is a social construct."

What I mean by that is that all of the things you've listed are generalized by Western society to belong in one of two categories. Categories are useful and helpful to humans. We like categories, maybe a little too much, so it's understandable that we do that, but that doesn't make it correct.

Let's imagine that we have a bunch of balls on the floor, and we're trying to make sense of these balls. So we plan to get buckets, and we start picking them up and putting them in the buckets. The balls are either red or blue or some shade of purple mixing that red and blue.

So we sort the balls in a way that seems simple and natural to us: we get two buckets and we sort those balls according to whether they are more red or more blue. Hip to waist ratio goes here, facial hair goes there, penis goes there, vagina goes there.

Now you may be saying "ahha! I know what you're getting at, Spider. Some of those things could go in either bucket!" But it's actually more basic than that, and more essential:

We decided how many buckets there are. We looked at this huge pile of balls in so many different colors, and we said "we gotta organize this!" (Fair, we do like organization and it's a very necessary task sometimes.) But then we were the ones who grabbed the two buckets. Some cultures looked at the same pile of balls and grabbed 3 buckets, or 6, or some other number.

We talk a lot about gender being a social construct but I think it's really important to understand that the concept of sex being these two buckets and everything that doesn't fit in those two buckets is an aberration just does not match with how wild and diverse biology is, or how evolution works or how chromosomes work! Humans have at least fifteen different sexual karyotypes, some with varying phenotypes, and yet here we stand with two buckets, saying "two buckets is just how it is!" when we are the ones who got the buckets and we are the ones who put the balls in the buckets.

We are the ones who decided that those things mean "man" and "woman," and who keep insisting that's always the case even now that we know that life is way more complicated than that. There are cis men with "feminine hips," thank you John Mulaney, and there are cis women who present with "male" heart attack symptoms or who have undescended testes in their abdomens that they may never even know exist! If you've never seen what a t-dick/bottom growth looks like... uhh... it's a dick. It looks like a dick. Because all of those parts are pretty much the same, they've just gotten more or less of a certain hormone at a certain time to grow in a particular way.

Humanity (and all of nature) is so incredibly diverse and wonderful and literally varied beyond our ability to understand, and we're standing here with two buckets yelling GET IN THERE, WHY DON'T YOU FIT IN THERE? GET IN THERE! at all of this mind-blowing variance.

One can't "disprove" the existence of trans people. We clearly exist. Someone trying to disprove our existence merely holds up a bucket to the sky and yells "GET IN HERE ALL OF YOU STARS IN THE SKY," and then wonders why the stars aren't listening.

[chasingpj]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤

pairing: percy jackson x child of aphrodite! gn reader

requested?: yup!

warnings: mentions of underage drinking, one curse word, and mentions of sexual tension

category: fluff, shy boy x obviously interested girl trope

a/n: don't mind me I'm just projecting and I got carried away

you’re not sure what gravitated you to percy more

the crystal green eyes, the freckles over his nose, the disheveled dark curls, or his clumsiness

the first time you laid eyes on him, he was walking back to his cabin after sword-fighting practice

his tan skin gleamed in the sunlight as a hand came up to swipe away the damp hair sticking on his forehead

for an action so mundane, it made your stomach flutter like crazy

and then the beauty of the moment was ruined right when he trips over the steps of his cabin

you heard stories of the kid killing the minotaur, blowing up a volcano, and rumors of being the suspected child of a huge prophecy

yet, he was not immune from tripping over his feet

and you’re sure the dorky charm of that moment made you think, he’s mine

for the next few days, you were determined to approach him

but you didn’t just want to come up to him and introduce yourself; that would be too plain and forgettable

you ended up finding your opportunity during a capture the flag game

silena gave you instructions to distract percy, and you headed over strong, ready to make your first impression while also taking him down for your team

sure, he had water powers and done a bunch of cool things, but your father made sure you were well trained in sword fighting and martial arts even before you knew about the camp

you planned to take him by surprise, and luckily it worked

with ruthless attacks, it didn’t take long for you to sweep him off his feet and knock his sword out of his hand

by pressing the flat of your sword under his chin, you forced him to look up at you, and you peered into those clear green eyes

gods, he’s cute, you thought

“hey,” you said

percy was stunned, not sure if it was because you effortlessly took him down or if it was because you were one of the prettiest girls he’s ever seen

“... hi,” he sputtered, gawking for a moment as you offered your hand

you swore you felt sparks when his fingers brush across your palm... even though the contact was a little sweaty

in the distance, you heard the satyrs blow the horn and the roars of celebration from your team

“i should go back to the others. catch you later, ocean eyes,” you flirted

percy’s shoulders tensed up when you blew him a kiss; awkwardly frozen in his place as you waited

“well, are you going to catch it? you can’t just let my kiss fly away.”

percy shifted on his feet, not sure if you were serious or not, but when you held your ground with arms folded over your chest, it was clear that’s what you were waiting for

and so with a flushed face, percy awkwardly grabbed the air in the front of him, and you couldn’t help but giggle

“good, i wouldn’t want it flying to a stranger,” you commented playfully. “you know, i don’t really like this whole outdoor camp life thing, but seeing your pretty face around here makes it a lot better”

“uh… oh, thanks?” he stammered, not having the words to respond

you winked at him before walking off, more than satisfied with your first impression

after that, you were contemplating your next move

children of aphrodite can see all the possibilities in a potential relationship

you were able to see you and percy eating ice cream in central park, holding hands at camp, a shy kiss on your first date

you wanted all of it, and you going to make sure you get it

of course, silena and your siblings were your wing women

if percy was in the strawberry fields, you were picking strawberries beside him

in the fields, you got to know him and his sarcastic humor, which made your crush flourish

you even took sword fighting classes at the same time as him and made sure he was your partner most of the time

whenever you had a chance, you’d affectionately fix his hair or his armor just to hear his shy thank you’s

he’s never had a girl show this much interest in him, so you definitely made him a little nervous, but despite that, he opened up to you pretty quick

sometimes he’d help you out in the stables, and you noticed how he’d fumble with the harnesses or knock things over when you would flirt with him

you loved his reactions so much that you always took it up a notch just to see how he’d react

you suppose the pegasi didn’t make percy’s shyness any better

there were times where he’d shush them, or the tips of his ears would grow even more flushed at a neigh or huff from one of the pegasuses

as the summer came to an end, you gave percy your email and made sure you stayed in touch

you didn’t live very far from one another, but you didn’t dare ask to hangout

you wanted to be asked first!

and you were disappointed when the invitation never came despite the two of you being consistent with sending emails

the year flew by fast, though, and you were excited to return to camp for an array of reasons; percy being one of those reasons, of course

when you saw him for the first time that summer, you were in awe at how different he looked after a year

he was taller, broader, and just more handsome overall

your stomach went into a frenzy when he greeted you with a boyish smile while his hand rubbed the back of his neck nervously because he didn’t fail to notice how, somehow, you were even prettier than he remembered

unfortunately, having the prepare for the war meant you guys were too busy to hang out as often as you did the previous summer

but when you did have time to see each other, it was still fun

there was an unspoken rule between you and percy that any talk about the war wasn’t allowed

it allowed you guys to just bask in the nights where you would watch the sunset while joking around and sharing funny stories

those nights were calm and still; they brought a sense of normalcy amongst the chaos and growing tensions

because of this, percy had sought out your company whenever he could get it

being with you made him feel like time slowed down

inevitably, the battle of manhattan occurred and passed, causing the summer to end with the grief of losing your siblings

while campers arranged the ceremonies to honor their siblings, percy hopped around to help

losing silena as a counselor meant it was time to pick a new one, and to your surprise, your siblings nominated you

you were silena’s right-hand person, the oldest in the group after her, and the strongest fighter, so your siblings felt it was fair that you took the role

but it didn’t feel right to you; the pressure of being a newly elected councilor while still grieving silena weighed hard on your shoulders

after the nomination, you needed time to get away and sit with your thoughts, and you were only there for a moment alone until percy had found you

his eyes studied your somber expression, and he was quick to ask what was wrong

as you poured out all your worries, percy was quiet and attentive

you cuddled up to his side for comfort, and even in your sorrow, you didn’t fail to notice the way he tensed up

finally, when you let everything out, he chimed in to soothe your worries

your expression was a little lovestruck as he said everything you needed to hear, and well, his strong arm around your shoulders definitely helped too

you were so elated that you couldn't help but press a kiss on his cheek to thank him

his flushed face was enough to lift your spirits for good that day

by the time the summer officially came to an end, you could feel that percy’s feelings for you were becoming stronger

the romantic possibilities you envisioned became more apparent, but percy hadn’t asked you out yet

and like, you guessed you could have asked him out, but that wasn't fair in your book

you were already making the first moves; it was his turn to do something about it

then you were sure your mother pitied you because finally, after a few more months of emailing, percy asked if you to go ice skating with him, and of course, you agreed

but then, you concluded that it was more like a cruel joke from your mom because percy never showed up

you waited hours for him before you trudged home in defeat

heartbroken wasn’t even enough to describe how you were feeling

being stood up with no follow up from him made you conclude that he just wasn’t interested and you just needed to move on

it wasn’t until you went to CHB for christmas break did you find out percy was missing

you were crazy worried about him and helped as much as you could to try and find him

when it was confirmed that he was still alive, you were more than relieved

from that day on, you were itching to see him again, and finally, after the giant war, you were able to speak to him

you only said a hello before you got sucked into a game of truth or dare with your friends

the game was self-explanatory; spin the bottle and the person who’s chosen is submissive to the person who spun it

you made up some lousy dares for the first few people until you spun the bottle in percy’s direction

“truth or dare?” your voice was challenging, and a little flirty

percy shifts in his place, “truth.”

“do you want to kiss me?”

“dare.”

“kiss me.”

the instigating coos of your friends made you smile, which contrasted percy’s stunned expression

“never have i ever-”

“that’s not even the game, percy!”

your friends laughed at your interaction, but you were honestly a little annoyed

he liked you; you could feel it, so what was he even waiting for?

“it’s fine. you don’t have to kiss me if you don’t want to,” you say with a playful smile in an attempt to hide your disappointment

“shit, i’d kiss you,” leo joked, and you suddenly perked up at the request

a new idea came to your mind

“so kiss me,” you snapped your gaze to leo, a smirk on your face

leo gasped so hard; he choked on his own saliva

while he coughed erratically, showcasing all his shock on his face, you announced, “new rule! you can only give up a dare if someone else in the group offers to take it for you.”

your gaze fixed on leo, “so, are you going to kiss me or what?”

“uh, only if you want to,” he stammered, and you smiled, moving to lean over in his direction

suddenly, percy cut in, “i didn’t give up the dare.”

your attention shifted to him, and you didn’t fail to pick up the jealousy radiating off of him

your stomach flipped with anticipation at the success of your idea

if percy needed a push, you were going to push him

“you’ve given leo false hope then,” you joked, and playfully leo sighed.

“man, so close,” he mumbled.

you bit your lip as you leaned in percy’s direction

you felt his attraction to you; his eyes told you everything you needed to know and more

and before you knew it, your lips were against his

the kiss was short, but for a moment, the world around you was drowned out; you barely heard the coos and cheers of your friends around you

with a satisfied smirk, you pulled away, settling back in your spot as percy’s eyes averted elsewhere, too shy to look at you

you and your friends played the game until you grew bored and found something else to do

because the festivities kept pulling you in one direction to another, the only interaction you had with percy was the occasional longing glance and nothing else

as you escorted a few of your sisters who drank a little too much back to your cabin, you were sure you’d have to wait another day to talk to him

lost in your dismay, you automatically denied piper’s offer to finish the task

it wasn’t until she scoffed did you pull out of your thoughts

“are you kidding? go. i’ll get them back. you find percy.”

“oh yeah. you guys need to do something about that sexual tension. are you gonna date him or what?” another one of your sisters slurred

before you could even protest, you were shooed away by not only piper but by the rest of your siblings too

you stayed in your spot, making sure they had at least made it to the steps of the cabin before you pranced up to percy’s cabin

you figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask if he wanted to go on a walk with you

your knock is followed by a few moments of shuffling before he opened the door

and, whew, you were pleasantly surprised to be greeted by a shirtless percy

“hey." you leaned on the door frame, your eyes trailing down to admire his toned torso

“eyes up here," percy playfully demanded

you were almost hesitant to avert your eyes, but you obliged.

"i wanted to ask if you wanted to take a walk. you know, i just haven’t been sleeping well."

percy leaned against the door frame, amused at the dramatic pout on your face.

“sure, let me put on a shirt firs-”

“oh, you don’t have to. i don’t mind,” you cut him off, and his head tilts back just a little as he laughs

“i’m putting on a shirt,” he declares playfully, and you whine in fake disappointment

on your walk, he told you all the crazy things that happened while he was missing, and even though his stories were a lot more interesting than what you had to say, he was eager to hear about what you've been up to

your conversation persisted as you walked around the camp and as you arrived at the docks, another idea came to mind

suddenly, you cut yourself off mid-sentence, your gaze fixed on the water

“perce, you know, i can’t swim,” you mention, stepping on the wooden dock

“really?”

“really.”

it was quiet for a moment, and percy's expression was laced with confusion as you kicked off your shoes

you didn’t even care that you were wearing designer clothes, running straight off the dock and into the deep lake water

you heard percy yell your name right as your body completely submerges in the water

and it wasn't even more than 3 seconds before percy jumped in, one arm immediately wrapping around your waist to swim up to the surface with you

his baffled expression sent you into a fit of laughter

“what? why did you do that?!”

“cause i knew you’d come and get me.”

percy’s lips curved up into a smile, and you took the time to admire his features in the moonlight

you swore you saw his eyes flicker to your lips for a second, and the action made you hyper-aware of how close your noses were

"kiss me!" you thought in your head as you circled your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer

you could feel his admiration, the accelerated thump of his heart, the fluttering in his stomach that mimicked yours

the kiss you shared earlier was far too short for your liking, and you were already looking forward to the next opportunity to kiss him again

“i haven’t forgotten that i owe you a date.”

you smiled at his words, half-distracted at the proximity of his lips

“so it was a date all along?” you asked, and percy nods, amused

“you know, i was thinking now that there isn’t another big prophecy and the chances of me disappearing again aren’t likely, that, maybe, you and i could-”

“yes! gods, yes.” you cut him off, and percy laughs at your eagerness

you waited too long for the question that you couldn’t even let him finish asking

he isn’t able to say anything else as you pull him into a passionate kiss

it was as if the years of anticipation were being poured into the movement of your mouths

the kiss was long, growing in eagerness until the harpies had ruined your fun and the two of you had to run back to your cabins

a part of you had wished that all of this would have happened sooner

you had plenty of nights where you were stared at the ceiling with conflicted thoughts, wondering if you guys just weren't meant to be, if you somehow made up his attraction to you in your head, or if you should ask him out first and save yourself the potential regret

but when you returned to your cabin full of enthusiastic siblings asking why you were soaking wet and why your lipstick was smudged, you realized you wouldn’t have changed a single thing

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