#i won’t tag all these fandoms to avoid annoying anybody

[casismybestfriend]

this past week has been wild for a multifandom fan like me. here’s the highlights:

1) jibcon cockles shenanigans

2) the last of us ep 7 ft. ellie/riley backstory

3) post-jibcon cockles shenanigans 2: tlou boogalou

4) ted lasso season 3 trailer ft. trent crimm

5) 911 season 6 trailer ft. buddie lightning scene 2: electric boogaloo (pun intended)

6) whatever happens in *checks clock* fifty minutes from now on the winchesters

[ordinaryschmuck]

What I Thought About "Through The Looking Glass Ruins" from The Owl House

Salutations, random people on the internet who most certainly won’t read this! I am an Ordinary Schmuck! I write stories and reviews and draw comics and cartoons!

When Disney announced episode titles/synopsis for the new season (On a day that left my head SPINNING!), there was one episode that I knew deep down that would cause controversy and discourse amongst the fandom. And that episode was "Through the Looking Glass Ruins." Not because it would be bad, far from it. Instead, because the episode was a Gus episode with a Lumity subplot, that meant that discourse would start as fans decide which story they prefer more. A situation that, might I add, would result in no winners.

Do you prefer the Lumity plotline? Well, guess what! You're a racist who chose to talk about an overrated ship rather than a heavily underrated character who just so happens to be a person of color.

Do you prefer Gus' plotline? Well, guess what! You're a homophobe who decided to shine a light on a character who's underrated for a reason instead of praising a ship that just so happens to involve two girls.

Either side you pick is going to result in making people mad. The only way to avoid that is by explaining in heavy detail that you still enjoyed one side despite preferring the other. Even if you loved both, you'll most certainly have to explain to everyone that you mean it and that you're neither racist nor homophobic. And all I have to say is this: F that.

F that S in the A right now.

Because I, or anybody else for that matter, shouldn't have to explain myself when it comes to saying why I prefer one plot line or the other. I shouldn't have to prevent getting ripped apart by some bulls**t, black and white mentality of people who can't accept that others like a show for different reasons than they do.

You wanna know what I think about "Through the Looking Glass Ruins?" Well, continue reading to find out. You'll have to make your way through spoilers, but it's the only way for you to learn why I consider this episode not worth any discourse that I'm already certain is cropping up.

Now, let's review, shall we?

WHAT I LIKED

The Opening Scene: I'm kind of digging how snappy and to the point these opening scenes are getting. In the span of what has to be less than a minute, we're given all the information we need to know: Gus is insecure about his illusion magic because he accidentally got Willow injured. It's a great way of setting up why Gus wants to prove himself to the Glandus students and a great way of showing how much Willow's friendship means to him. Look at how he's reacting a few days after the incident. He's still mopey and guilty about it, and I feel bad for the little guy.

Gus in General: And while we're already talking about him, let's give this episode a round of applause for giving Gus the spotlight without having him screw over his friends...except for Willow.

"Through the Looking Glass Ruins" really fleshes Gus out much more so than past episodes. As I said, it plays heavily into his own insecurities while proving how he's capable as an illusionist. He's also the best possible outlet to explore more about what illusionist magic can really do. It can't hurt anybody or work well in a fight. Instead, its strengths lie in the act of convincingly tricking others into thinking that something that should be fake is actually real. And Gus got to prove he really is a super witch because of his illusions through a jaw-dropping scene that's as dark as it was enthralling. The fact that he did it all by himself, without the help of an illusion elder who was right there, is honestly even more impressive. A lot of people aren't that interested in Gus as a character, but I feel like, after this episode, he certainly won a few more fans over.

Willow Getting Injured and Missing the Episode: This is a smart move, in my opinion. Willow acts as the voice of reason in the friend group, so if she tagged along with Luz and Gus right away, she would have easily talked Gus out of joining the Glandus kids on a dangerous quest. I love Willow, she's a solid character, but writing her out is really the only way the plot could have progressed.

(I also love that she wasn't mad in the slightest over Gus getting her hurt. She has every right to be, but she also understands that it was an accident, and Gus wouldn't do anything to purposefully hurt her. And that's sweet!)

King’s Prerecorded Message for Gus: That's just adorable. We need more cute friendship moments between these two, DAMN IT!

Gus Being Sick of Luz’s S**t: Of all the characters I expected to get sick of the whole Lumity situation, Gus wasn't really one of them. I'd always thought it'd be Willow, primarily because the rest of the fandom latched onto that idea, but for Gus, I'd figured he'd be more supportive rather than annoyed. That being said, seeing him call Luz out for borrowing his library card to see Amity (Not ask her out. Just to see her) is not only a hilarious moment for Gus but also an adorable moment for Luz. It's something I would never have seen coming, but now that I have it, I want more. GIVE ME MORE!

(Sorry if I'm being a little intense)

Luz Trying to Cheer Up Gus: It's moments like this that prove why Luz is my favorite character.

Willow might have the most common sense out of the group, but it's Luz who still has the biggest heart. She knows her friend is down in the dumps, so Luz pulls out all the stops in cheering him up. Whether it's researching the first-ever human (really surprised he wasn't the tiniest bit excited about that, by the way) and lending him glyphs for his mission to help show up Mattholomule. She may be slow in the romantic relationship department, but episodes like this prove that she excels with a platonic friendship.

Bria: I consider Amar adorably optimistic, and I have no strong feelings for Gavin, one or the other. But with Bria? Holy hell, did the writers do everything they should with her!

At first, it seems like she'll be a generic nice girl for Gus to have a crush on. Only for that writing to be a perfect twist into how she's kind of the worst. You see hints of her true personality in the overly sweet way she threatens to force Amar to eat a bug he gets distracted by. A viewer's initial reaction to that would be to think that while she's sweet, she still means business. But no, it's actually a perfect way to reveal her true intentions while hiding them at the same time. Bria may be rotten to the core, but with how perfectly executed this twist was, I can't help but adore her contribution.

Mattholomule: ...I would sooner expect to have gone insane before believing that this little s**t weasel would make his way onto my good side. Despite that, here we are in episode five of the new season, and I like Mattholomule now.

The reveal that Glandus High forces students to believe that the strong survive and the weak are inferior explains so much for Mattholomule's thirst for power in "Something Ventured, Someone Framed." It doesn't excuse his actions, not by a long shot, but it definitely paints a clearer picture. It also explains his treatment of Gus, as well as Mattholomule's reasoning to help him. Because of Glandus High inserting a "the strong survive" mentality into Mattholomule, he belittles Gus due to thinking that illusion magic makes Gus weak. But after seeing how they're both stooges to Bria's mistreatment, he's quick to apologize and willingly helps Gus out. In the process, the two of them create a believable and cute friendship...a friendship that is absolutely going to be interpreted as something else by the fandom...which is something that I'm more than supportive of--HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?! I WENT FROM ONE OF THE BIGGEST GUSTOLOMULE DENIERS TO ONE OF ITS SUPPORTERS IN LESS THAN A DAY! HOW DO THESE WRITERS MANAGE TO TAKE ELEMENTS THAT WERE ONCE ON MY S**T LIST TO THEN MAKING ME MORE THAN OK WITH THEM!

IT'S INSANE!

Mostly impressive.

BUT ALSO INSANE!

Edric and Emira: More so than ever, I am so happy that the writers took their course correction with Edric and Emira. These two work so much better as supporting characters rather than minor antagonists like several fans thought they would be after their treatment of Amity in "Lost in Language." They're quick to pick up on Luz and Amity's mutual affections for one another and do their part to help their friend and baby sister out. It's wholesome to watch, and, you know what, I'm gonna go ahead and say it: Edric and Emira Blight are much better mischievous twin characters than Fred and George Weasley. As much as I adore Fred and George, there is an issue how they're always referred to as Fred and George, not Fred or George. It's because their personalities are as identical as they are, so separating them is pointless. With Edric and Emira, they have enough individuality that you could enjoy them separately as much as you could seeing them together. Emira is more emotionally supportive in how she listens to Amity vent her frustrations about her feelings, while Edric is more of a doofus who can't take a hint to save his life. It creates a great set of characters who can potentially work well on their own. I hope they get explored more at some point, but for now, I'm happy with the cute moments these two offered already.

Lumity Moments: BUUUUUUUUUUUUT, nothing compares to the cuteness of these two.

I don't care if I'll be called a racist for it because these! Moments! These moments are the highlights of "Through the Looking Glass Ruins" for me! Seeing these two interact in this episode, now that the pining is mutual, was everything I could have ever hoped for, and so much more. Seriously, how can you complain about anything about all of this when you get cute bits like:

Luz getting flustered of seeing Amity with her hair down

Amity risking her job to help Luz

Amity being motivated to find the diary due to the possibility of a date with Luz in the human realm

Luz going through hell and back to get Amity her job back

All of the blushing

And that F**KING KISS AT THE END HOLY SH--Don't you dare think I'm not going to further discuss that. DON'T YOU DARE!

Gus' story was entertaining with how it surprised me in all the right ways, don't get me wrong. But seeing Luz and Amity's relationship develop more and more always fills my heart with glee that, believe it or not, I'm always going to remember it more. I love you, Gus, but I love Lumity more.

Philip Whittabeen: So we finally have a name to the alleged human who was here years ago, and we get properly introduced to him through a really visually appealing animation change. I'm personally curious to see where the writers go with him, but it's too early to say if his inclusion will be worth something. But I will say one thing, though. One thing, and then I'm going to move on.

Here it is:

Philip sounds eerily similar to Emperor Belos to me.

That is all I'm going to say about that.

Luz’s Sentences in Spanish: I want to give a personal shout-out to mi buen amigo @l-egionaire for pointing this out because there are some things to analyze in what Luz says in Spanish in this episode. Knowing what she means, it's clear that they are ideals that Camila instilled into Luz. Ideals that possibly show a lot about Camila's personality on top of revealing where Luz got her hopeful optimism and sense of determination. It's the second sentence that Luz says later on that I really want to delve deep into:

"Nada funcionará a menos que lo haga funcionar."

Translated, that means "Nothing will work unless you make it work." Again, this proves the dedication that Luz has filled into her soul, but to me, it says a lot about Luz's dedication to Amity. She wants to make this relationship work but fully understands that it won't unless she puts in the effort. It's a sweet sentiment that says so much about how Luz feels about Amity that some fans might not be able to pick up on if they don't speak Spanish. Or, in my case, have a good friend who finds the translation for you (thanks again @l-egionaire).

The Galderstones: Pretty interesting concept, I'm not going to lie. It's also interesting that of all the types of witches in the Boiling Isles, it was illusionists who were the ones that guard over the Galderstones. Because illusion magic can't really harm anyone, it makes a weird type of sense that they would be the ones to keep the Galderstones out of the wrong hands. And, even better, it showcases Gus' strength as an illusionist when he was able to take down Bria, who was hopped up on Galderstone power, through that same "harmless" magic. It just goes to show that if you have a big enough brain, you don't need to overpower somebody. You need to outthink them.

Malphus Being a Surprisingly Cool Dude: What can I say? I'm a sucker for expectation subversion.

Luz and Amity Crying: First of all, a HUGE round of applause to VAs Sarah-Nicole Robles and Mae Whitman through their vocal performances in this scene! They really sold how upset and broken apart Luz and Amity were due to their feelings for each other messing things up. More so with Sarah-Nicole.

Second, this might be the closest these two have gotten to a confession so far ("so far" being the keyword). I specifically latch onto Amity's expression after hearing Luz agree that she's always weird around Amity. In one way, it looks like Amity is surprised to see she made Luz cry, but in another, it could be that she realizes that perhaps that Luz has feelings for her as well. Or, at least, that's how I interpreted things. The thing about art is that there's no one interpretation to agree on. And that's what this scene is: Art. It's performed, written, and animated well, that no matter how you look at it, it's a masterpiece.

“I’ll call the hounds”: One line. One line was all it took for me to love the Keeper of the Looking Glass Graveyard.

Amity Dyes her Hair: I always assumed that Amity would let her original hair color grow out as defiance to Odalia. But dying it lavender? Thus crafting her own identity without having her be compared to either Odalia or Alador?

...yeah, that's brilliant. Whoever thought of that, you are a genius and deserve all of the credit that comes from it.

ALL of the credit.

Amity Kisses Luz on the Cheek!: I'll save my "Wha-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo" for an actual kiss, but for now, THIS IS AWESOME!

This moment, much like other Lumity moments, was everything I could have ever expected and so much more:

Amity's instant panic after realizing she seriously just did that

Ed and Em looking fondly at their sister taking such a big step

The look on Luz's face, which may or may not hint that she realizes that the feelings are more than mutual

And the fact that Luz's legs give out soon after Amity leaves

It was adorable as all forms of hell, and it was a perfect way to end such a perfect episode...or, at least, an almost perfect episode. I do have some issues.

WHAT I DISLIKED

Mattholomule Helping Gus too Easily: The Glandus kids were right there, in-ear and eye-shot, yet did nothing as Mattholomule effortlessly helped Gus and the Keeper escape...how?

Gavin falling for Gus’ Illusion: I want to laugh at how stupidly easy that was...but it's too stupidly easy for me to forgive.

And that’s about it. Just two nitpicks that don’t really take away that much enjoyment from the episode

IN CONCLUSION

"Through the Looking Glass Ruins" keeps Season Two's winning streak going by being another solid A. It fleshes out characters, develops cute relationships, and keeps the story going despite being so character-driven. It's easily more than worth the time...but it's not worth any discourse that comes from some fans preferring one plot over the other.

I highly doubt that some people are racist for loving the Lumity plotline or homophobic for loving Gus'. Maybe some people are, but also consider that maybe, just maybe, a person loves a ship because it's their favorite, or a person likes a character cause he's their favorite.

Which.

Is.

Fine.

There's no definitive way to like a series, and demanding that people like it for the same reasons you do is not worth anything. Because, believe it or not, even Dana Terrace doesn't care how people love her show. In the AMA she did, when a fan asked if she's upset about fans obsessing over Amity's crush on Luz, this is her word for word reaction:

"Not at all! No, the main focus of the series will never be on any romantic thread but that doesn't mean those threads aren't important. And I'm thrilled that people connect to our characters!"

THERE YOU HAVE IT! The creator herself fully admits that she doesn't care what fans latch onto. She's just glad to have people who like the show in the first place! So don't create discourse just because some people enjoy a part of an episode more than others. The second you get that through your heads, the sooner we can all move on with our lives.

(Also, that's five episodes in a row that are hits. And, man, is that stinker going to hit harder because of it.)

[op-peccatori]

Wicked Eyes & Wicked Hearts | Chrollo Lucilfer (nsfw)

Fandom: Hunter x Hunter 

Pairing: Chrollo Lucilfer/Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit/18+

Word Count: 8073

Summary: Over the course of your life, you’ve picked up several bad habits you’d be better off without. However, there is one in particular that you just can’t seem to quit–one with wicked eyes and lethal charm. 

a/n: the culmination of months’ worth of absolute, raw THIRST for this sexy asshole. I hate him!!!! I had to get this out of my system so I can go back to writing for my MLQC boys. 

the title is a quest from one of my all-time favourite games-DA: Inquisition. I do not own it, nor do I own Chrollo/Hunter x Hunter.

(warnings/tags under the cut)

Warnings/Tags: explicit sexual content, explicit language, pwp, oral sex (semi-public), vaginal sex, OOC+possessive Chrollo because we’re pretending he has any capacity for love outside the spider, some soft!yandere if you squint, unhealthy relationship, gotta edit this once I’ve apologised to a picture of Kurapika

Dark red swirls in the glass with slow twists of your wrist, your chin resting in the palm of your hand as you sit at the bar. 

The marble-top your elbow rests on is just as ornate as everything else in the ballroom, and as pretty as it all is to look at–you’re bored out of your mind. Clad in soft satin, skin exfoliated and highlighted to perfection, your makeup subtle but precise; this is not how you’d pictured your night going. 

A glance over your shoulder confirms your best friend’s continued safety, although you hadn’t actually come here to guard him. He had enticed you with promises of inexhaustible alcohol, food, and plenty of eye-candy. Your hopes of finding a secret corner with a handsome stranger are dwindling, and there is very little fun to be had alone when your partner in crime has the host of the party wrapped around him. 

A Prince tenth in line to the throne–but royalty nonetheless, a man Stefan seems inexplicably smitten with. You’re currently on royal property, and the experience isn’t as exciting as it should be. This is not somewhere you want to get wasted, which helps you keep one of the promises you’ve made to yourself: that you’ll stop getting inebriated to the point of losing common sense. 

It’s the start of a new year, after all. Or it will be, in about two hours. 

Just as you take another sip, there’s a brush of a hand over your shoulder–your pulse quickens as your breath stutters, and you curse yourself for the hope that blooms in your chest even as you turn around. Soft blue eyes lock with yours, and the butterflies in your stomach die a quick death. 

“Hi, I couldn’t help but notice you’ve been on your own for a while...” You blink up at the blond man, who takes it as an indication to continue. “Would it be safe to assume you aren’t waiting for anybody and ask if I could sit here?” he adds, pointing at the empty seat next to you. 

Are you waiting for someone?

‘No.’

You smile up at him, gesturing for him to take a seat. “I’m ___.” 

“I’m John.” He waves down the bartender. “I’ll have what the lady’s having.” He waits for the drink to be placed in front of him before turning back to you, swivelling in his chair to face you. “So, ___–this might be a little straightforward, but how is it that a lady as beautiful as you are all alone?”

His words would have been annoying, had they not been said with complete sincerity and a touch of bafflement. He appears to be in his early thirties, garbed in an immaculate white suit, his hair coiffed neatly.

“I did come here with a friend, actually. But he’s a little,” you punctuate your next words with a nod at the couple grinding on the dance floor, completely offbeat to the pop song playing in the background. “Pre-occupied. Can’t hold it against him, though.” 

“They do look rather smitten with each other,” he agrees, his eyes crinkling with amusement. 

“What about you? No hot date for NYE?” The man looks like he could be on the cover of a fashion magazine, and you can already see a few pairs of envious eyes trained on the two you. 

It’s then that he wiggles his hand, a silver band glinting from around his finger. “My date’s out of the country, on business. I work with the Prince, so I figured I might as well skip the moping tonight.” 

Something unwinds in your chest, even though you should be at least a little disappointed. “Crying yourself to sleep wouldn’t be a great start to the year, huh?“ 

“Hey, I don’t do that every day,” he says, mock outrage colouring his tone. “And no, it wouldn’t be–according to my wife.” 

“Well, then, if it’s decent company you’re looking for, I’ll try my best,” you say seriously, your lips curling up when he laughs. “We’ll need to make sure you’re far from tearful when you talk to her.”

“I’d be grateful if you could manage that. Wouldn’t be easy, this is the first time we’re not together in about five years,” he sighs, morose, before at straightening back up. “You didn’t fully answer my question, though.”

“Hm?” 

“You can’t tell me you haven’t seen the boys hovering, hoping for a glance. Have none of them managed to catch your eye?” 

You’re a bit taken aback by the question, as John looks genuinely invested in your answer.

“Um, no. Not really.“ Your heart squeezes pathetically within its cage and you hope it doesn’t show on your face.

“What about the redhead by the window? I’ve met him a few times, he seems like a decent fellow.” You both look over your shoulders simultaneously, studying the man in question. He notices right away, perking up, and you both turn back to the bar.

You squint at him suspiciously. “John, are you trying to play wingman?”

“I’m just a sucker for romance. And you looked lonely,” he shrugs, unfazed by your offended look. “Unless you’re just not interested in that.” 

You pause to take another sip, weighing your words in your head. You wonder what you should say, and if there is even anything to say. John, however, seems to have found something in your expression, nodding swiftly. 

“Ah. I see.” 

“You do?” 

“Yep,” he affirms, studying your face as if he’s discovered a crucial clue. “There is someone.” 

You avert your eyes uncomfortably, suppressing the urge to slump over. “No, there isn’t...not exactly.” 

“Whoever he is, he’s an idiot for not being here with you tonight.” 

“I couldn’t exactly ask him,” you laugh, genuinely amused by the thought. “We’re not like that.” 

John shakes his head, reaching out to pat the back of your hand. “You don’t have to talk about it if it troubles you.” 

“I don’t think there is anything to talk about,” you say nonchalantly, but John doesn’t seem to buy it. He smiles gently, waving down the bartender for refills.

“You know, ___, you have very expressive eyes.” 

You can’t quite bring yourself to say anything to that. 

“And if he can’t see what I, a near stranger, can see in your eyes–then my point stands. He’s an idiot.” 

With that, you seem to have made a new friend. It’s the first time you’ve even hinted at your secret heartache to someone besides Stefan. It’s ridiculous, really, but it’s your reality. One that you can’t seem to escape no matter how hard you try. 

When John asks if you want to dance, you agree, all too eager to escape the jumbled mess of your thoughts. He’s a good partner, if a bit clumsy. His wife is the one who usually leads, he tells you. You’re amused by how often he seems to bring up his wife, but it’s quite endearing. His love for her oozes from his tone, his eyes, his words and you can only wonder if you will ever get to experience this. 

John twirls you around the marbled floor with a lot of enthusiasm, drawing high-pitched giggles from you and exasperated looks from those around you. And so you’re confused when, just as he begins to send you spinning once more, his eyes move to a point over your head, perplexity bleeding into his expression. You only get a glimpse of it before you’re spinning–only for John’s grip on your hand to slip away as you’re spin right into another figure. 

The subtle tones of leather and coffee hit your senses and your heart stumbles at the familiar combination. Your eyes rove over the sleek black suit, the white shirt stretching over lean muscles, the hands resting on your waist, holding you in place. Your eyes fly up before you finish processing all of this, and this time, when clever grey eyes meet yours, your heart flutters hopelessly. 

“Chrollo.” 

“___,” he greets you with a smile that borders on flirtatious, unfairly thick lashes lowering slightly as he takes in your attire. The one habit you haven’t been able to quit, pulling you closer, brushing his lips over the shell of your ear. “You look beautiful.” 

Your face feels warm, yet you try for indifference despite it. You glance back at John, who’s still staring at you with a raised brow, looking a little too interested. “Isn’t this place a little too...low-scale for you?” you say pointedly, looking around to see if any of his friends are here with him. There’s nothing for him to take here, no treasure to steal, as far as you know. Unless...

Alarmed, your eyes fly back to him. He couldn’t be here to kill somebody. 

He looks amused by your words, but when you try to step away his grip only tightens, sending electrifying flutters down your spine. “There’s no need to look so worried. Now,” he begins, looking over your head at John. “Won’t you introduce me to your...friend?” 

It’s the last thing you want to do, but John doesn’t seem to realize that as he steps up to you both with a wide smile. “I’m John.” 

“Chrollo,” he says with a charming grin that only serves to tighten the ball of anxiety and delight in your stomach. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” John says, shaking his hand joyously, before looking back at you. “I guess he’s not an idiot after all, huh?” 

You wish the ground would open up and swallow you, avoiding Chrollo’s eyes when they try to meet yours.

‘John, for the love of all that is holy-please shut up,’ you think hard, staring him at him desperately, hoping he’ll get it. He does seem to understand something, but it’s not what you meant. 

“Well then, I’ll leave ___ in your capable hands, Chrollo,” he chuckles, waggling his brows at you. “Have fun, kiddos.” With that, he leaves you standing in the middle of the crowd with the man you’ve been hoping and dreading to see for months. 

‘Kiddos.’ In any other situation, you would’ve found it hilarious. Said right to his face, you can only hope he’s in a forgiving mood. 

As the music transitions into something gentler, Chrollo pulls you close again. The lights dim as you both sway to the music, and your heart finally settles down. You’re nearly hidden away in the middle of the floor, surrounded by countless dancing partners and friends, but you barely register their presence.

“Your date gave you up faster than I thought he would,” he remarks, his hand shifting on your waist, the other clasping your trembling hand firmly.

“He’s married,” you say flatly. He simply cocks a brow at you, and you nearly marvel at how easy it is to fall back into this. 

“I know.” 

“He’s a friend!” 

“Must be, if you’ve already discussed me with him.” His tone is sly, and your embarrassment makes a swift comeback. 

“Who says I was talking about you?” you say retort, twirling into a spin, only for your voice to die in your throat as it ends with his face close, the tip of your nose brushing his. 

His eyes, previously clear and twinkling, are somehow brighter with something dangerous lurking in their depths.

“He was right, you know,” Chrollo murmurs, his breath mingling with yours. “Your eyes really do give you away.” 

Your heart pounds as you’re spun around, your back pressed into his front, still swaying almost unconsciously. Your body moves with every subtle shift of his, his fingers undulating along your sides almost covetously. Once more, you can only marvel at your overactive imagination as it offers up flashes of your previous encounters involving the infamous spider, and the things you could do if you could just find a quiet place.

“You never said what brought you here,” you say, swallowing heavily when you feel his warm breath on the nape of your neck. 

“Isn’t it obvious?” He turns you back around, and there’s a subtle smile curling along his mouth. “Unless you do think I’m an idiot.” 

Flustered, you look away, but he tugs at your waist until there’s less than an inch between you.

“I have to wonder, though,” he muses, his hand sliding down to rest on the swell of your ass while the other slithers up your back. Your hands brace against his chest lightly. “If you weren’t actually expecting me–who, then, did you doll up for?” 

At this, you sniff delicately, finding your balance and refraining from rolling your eyes. “Do I need to dress up for someone? It’s NYE.” Granted, you had been hoping he would show up, but there is no way in hell you would ever admit that. 

“And here I thought this was all for me,” he sighs, and his tone would have actually led you to believe he was hurt–if not for the way he squeezes your plump rear, and the fact that you do, to a certain extent, know him. 

And so you hesitate, going over words you could and shouldn’t say. 

“That was a little presumptuous, wouldn’t you say?” you tease lightly, glancing up at him before averting your eyes quickly. 

“No, I wouldn’t,” he counters, his smile sharp and knavish. His lips brush your cheek, his next words breathed into your skin. “After all, you’re well aware of how much I love you in satin.” 

Yes, you do.

Your mind, the traitorous thing that it is, stumbles over the ‘I love you’ despite the accompanying words. Even so, you duck your head, aware of how easily he can still read you. 

“I just liked the dress,” you grumble, annoyed by his breathy laugh at your pout. 

“I like it too. Then-“ He’s closer now, his mouth at your ear, your breasts pressing into his chest. “I guess you really liked the gift I sent you too?” 

For a second, you’re unable to comprehend his words. Your mind tries to work through the events of the evening–when, when, when? 

Chrollo, who has by now pulled back to be entertained by your reaction, spots the panic in your eyes at once. “Ah, don’t worry, you didn’t accidentally flash anyone.”

His words are reassuring, and yet there’s a hidden implication in them. “Did you...was it here?” you ask slowly. 

At your question, his gentle smile shifts into something more cunning. “No.” 

You stare at him in mortification. 

“I didn’t actually mean to peek,” he clarifies, making you feel a bit better–and then he continues. “You should’ve drawn the curtains.” You live on the fifteenth floor. “And you looked so sad as you were looking at my gift, I just-“ 

Unable to bring yourself to continue listening, you step away hastily, your fists clenched at his teasing tone. Without waiting for another word, you turn on your heel and exit through the first door you come across. 

The fact of the matter is–you had been sad. You had sat there with that box in your hands for over an hour. Because you missed him. You ached for him, after months of radio silence. You had thought that was it, that it was done because he’d never gone so long without making even a brief appearance to turn your life upside down. 

Because, despite everything–him being who he is, never saying goodbye, just leaving behind cold sheets and a fading scent–he’s carved himself a place in your heart so deeply you’re unsure if you will ever be able to evict him. You’ve certainly tried. 

You’ve stalked your way out of the room to what looks like the poolside; this side of the building is just as grand as the ballroom, with its carefully carved pillars and the shallow pools of water you catch glimpses of through archways, that seem to cover the entirety of one side of the room. 

You don’t feel his presence behind you but you duck behind a wall anyway, coming to face the still water. Your face is still uncomfortably warm, your eyes burning–with tears, with anger, and with the aching vulnerability of being seen through so easily yet again. You’ve experienced his sharp perceptiveness first-hand, but this is the firm time he’s referred to your feelings for him so openly, if indirectly. 

You sense him nearby, shifting to look around the safety of the wall when you feel his hand catching yours from behind you; his arms slide around your waist before you can whirl around, pulling you back into his chest. It leaves you facing the gilded walls instead, the slight chill in the air cut off by the warmth emanating from him. 

It's when you feel his lips on your neck that the fight leaves you, the brief contact frustratingly soothing. "Did I go too far?" 

"Yes."

You feel his mouth curve up, pressed as it is into your skin. "Which part?"

The words bubble at the back of your throat, but you swallow them stubbornly. His thumb rubs small circles over the skin under your breast, sparking every nerve to attention, if he moves his hand just a little–

“It couldn’t have been me watching you dress,” he says casually, sliding his mouth further up and sideways until he’s kissing the tender skin underneath your ear. “That’s something you enjoy, if I recall correctly...” 

Your lips part slightly as he nips at your skin playfully. 

“Chrollo, someone might see us,” you whisper, knowing full well he doesn’t care–and neither do you, not really. He just laughs at your attempt at stilling his wandering hands and mouth.

“No one’s going to be around to see us,” he assures you, teeth grazing the delicate shell of your ear. 

“Ah, but-“ 

“Don’t try to change the subject, ___.” His words are accompanied by a chiding tug at your earlobe. His hand splays at your hip, his mouth returning to peppering soft kisses along the slender slope of your neck.

Your hand settles on top of his, fingers lacing together as your eyes blink shut. His nose burrows briefly into the junction between your neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply. 

“I’ve missed you too, you know,” he purrs, the words coiling around your heart, squeezing it tight. “But it appears I’ve neglected you.” 

“Wh-what?” 

“No? Isn’t that why you tried to fuck that hunter after your last job?” 

Once more, the words are said so nonchalantly that you almost don’t realise what he’s said until you try to turn around and he pins you against the wall instead, using his body to keep you in place as he goes back to mouthing at your skin. 

“How do you-“ know? How the fuck does he know? Your mind spins, your instincts tingling despite his casual tone. 

“It didn’t quite work out, though, did it?” he asks almost sympathetically. “He said you didn’t actually seem that into it. I’m curious–what exactly were you trying to accomplish?” 

“Chrollo,” you ask quietly, trying to keep your voice steady despite your heart thumping its panic throughout your body. “What did you do?” 

“Don’t sound so suspicious, sweetheart.” His hips press into the curve of your ass, and a desperate sort of thrill thrums through you when you feel his bulge against you. “We just had a little chat.” 

He doesn’t say more, his silence expectant now. He’s looking for an answer, you realise, heart sinking at the thought of even hinting at the emotional turmoil you went through when you’d thought he was done with you–after you had told him to never seek you out again, and he had left without protest.

“I thought we were done,” you say in a rush. “That’s why.” 

“Hm.” 

He was gone for months without a word. He’s never said anything to imply that he expects something from you, coming and going as he pleases. This time, you refused to wait for him. You wanted to move on. 

“I didn’t think you’d care,” you say carefully. This could go a number of ways, and you nearly wince imagining the bruising your heart could take from his reply. “Especially after...what I said.” 

His chin falls to rest on your shoulder.

“I understand,” he says. He sounds like it too.

“You...do?“ 

“Of course. I know I’ve been remiss in informing you of certain things. I won’t lie to you–when I found out your eyes have been straying elsewhere, it did hurt.”  His words throw you for a loop, and this is not what you’d thought he’d say. 

“I’m...sorry?” you say hesitantly, turning your head so you could see his expression, to see if he was messing around again. You don’t expect the quiet intensity in his eyes, belying his nonchalant tone entirely. 

“Me too,” he smiles, and it’s not his pretty one. He kisses your cheek softly, keeping his lips pressing into your skin. “But this is one thing you should know about me–I don’t share.” 

You know you’re not at fault, but you feel a kernel of guilt in sprout to life, one you're determined to ignore. 

“I didn’t realise I was yours to share," you say coolly. Or not share, in this case. You say it with the aim of ruffling that cool composure, to find some of the same in yourself. 

He kisses the corner of your mouth tenderly. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. By the time we’re done,” his whispers against your lips, smiling slightly as your eyelashes brush the tops of your cheek. "You'll know exactly who you belong to." His mouth is on yours before you can even open your eyes, working your lips open, stealing your words and your breath in one go. You can't help the soft noise in your throat when his hand comes up to wrap around your neck, squeezing lightly as you nearly melt back into him. 

Every thought of resistance leaves you the moment he licks into your mouth. You suck at his tongue languidly, feeling drunk off the taste of him, your senses filled with his scent. 

It's when his hand sneaks beneath the hem of your dress, caressing the warm flesh of your inner thigh, that raw desire sparks like liquid fire through your veins–it's helped along by his other hand sliding down your chest from the base of your throat to cup the bare flesh of your breast. He breaks the kiss to raise a brow at you, his smooth expression flickering at the sight of the nigh pained look that comes over your face when he tugs roughly at a taut nipple. 

"So you did skip it. Pity, I would've liked to see the full set," Chrollo mumbles almost to himself. "You'll have to show me later." His tongue sweeps into your mouth swiftly, his mouth swallowing your soft moan when you feel him cup your mound. You're grinding into his palm before you even realize it, your body aching to feel him within you after the long absence. A low whine escapes you when he pulls away to turn you around, pushing you back into the wall and sliding the pad of his finger along your clothed entrance. 

Your hands splay across his tensing abdomen, his body belying his tranquil expression as your lips find his pulse point, licking tight swirls over it. You widen your stance, silently begging him to move his fingers, but he seems content to brush them over the damp lace indolently. 

Deciding to take the matter into your hands, you reach for the waistband of his pants, ready to sink to your knees and suck until he gives you what you want. However, your plan is halted before you can even implement it, with Chrollo once again pinning you in place with his body, his hands coming to rest on the wall on either side of your head; his leg slides between your knees, his firm thigh pressing into your dripping heat, applying the delicious sort of pressure you've been dreaming of for weeks. You grind down on it, and he lets you–only for a moment, before a hand to your hip puts a stop to it. 

In the silence, the sound of your heavy breathing is loud. You're dizzy with lust and confusion until you see the insidious smirk tugging at his mouth. Your uncomfortable squirming is also cut off, and you think you might just explode. 

"Chrollo," you plead, desperate to move. You can only imagine how pitiful you look, with the beseeching look in your tearful eyes, and your hands tug at the lapel of his jacket. "Please, please, d-don't..."

"Don't?" he prompts when you trail off, his thigh rubbing into you, birthing relief that withers when he stops right away. You whimper softly, leaning into his touch when his hand cups your cheek. 

"D-don't tease me." Your helpless desire is apparent in your tone, and you spot the satisfied glint in his eyes when he leans in to steal another kiss. 

"Oh, don't make such a cute face, sweetheart," he half-groans, pressing his forehead to yours. "It makes me want to ruin you." He emphasizes his words with a slow slide of his thigh, before stepping away. Every protest dies in your throat when he sinks to his knees before you, calloused palms spreading your legs further as he nearly buries his face in the apex of your thighs. You strain to catch a glimpse of him, your breath robbed from you when you hear him inhale strongly as if enjoying a favourite perfume. He mouths at you through the barrier of your underwear, the heat of his mouth discernible even through it. 

"Fuck, Chrollo," you moan, bucking your hips into his mouth, yelping when he nips at you in reprimand. 

His deft fingers reach behind you, unclasping the panties and sliding them off. You're not at all surprised when he stuffs them into his back pocket, but you’re stunned when he spreads your cunt and drags his tongue along your swollen lips. Your knees start to tremble with every lick, and you're unsure as to how you remain standing when he lifts one of your legs to curl it over his shoulder, his tongue delving deeper through your dripping walls. This time, he doesn't stop you from grinding down; his hands, tight bands on your hips, digging into your skin as they help you undulate over his tongue. 

You try to muffle your moans as best you can, desire and fear coiling together low in your belly–you've known him long enough to be somewhat familiar with his style, and you know how much he enjoys robbing you of that absolute bliss until he's ready to give it to you. And so you roll your hips frantically, angling them just right, hoping you can grab your orgasm before he's done savouring the taste of you. The thought sends a hot jolt through you, drawing your attention to the way he's lapping at your sex with more fervour than you'd thought him capable of. 

Perhaps Chrollo really had missed you.

His tongue drags over your clit and you're so, so close and he knows–he knows, and so he pulls away, leaving you twitching but not daring to tug at his hair insistently, the way you want to. Your dismayed expression seems to provide some measure of amusement–but you’re not fooled even in your disoriented state, noting his blown-out pupils as he licks his lips. There’s a ghost of a smile across them when he rises to his feet to pull you into a kiss, the taste of you on his tongue making your head spin.

"You're a cruel bastard," you breathe. He blinks in slight confusion. Months without him, and he won't even let you come.

"Sorry, what was that?" he asks, tilting his head as if trying to hear better. "You don't want me to fuck you?"

"I want! I want-you."

"Me?" he asks, still feigning obliviousness. “I’m right here.” 

You tug at his tie pitifully. 

"Your hands," you moan softly, nuzzling his jaw cajolingly. "Your mouth. Your cock." He looks thoughtful for a moment, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You wait with bated breath, knowing how much he likes to hear you plead. 

"But sweetheart–do you deserve my cock?"

The words have the same impact as being doused bucket of chilled water. No, you won't get to come right now. 

"I..." His eyes warn you to think carefully. "...No?"

"No? Why is that?"

Your face burns as you look away, unable to believe you have to face these consequences even though you’ve done nothing wrong. Technically, you're a free agent. Chrollo never said a word to imply otherwise, and so you decided to test the waters, just once. To try to escape the web that was Chrollo Lucilfer, to see if you could, because it's not as if he would ever find out. 

You were wrong, and it's come back to bite you in the ass. 

"Because I...tried to...with someone." 

There's absolute silence after you finish your sentence, and you have to wonder if he'll walk away after obtaining that admission. 

"Yes," he begins, a knuckle under your chin tilting your head up. You're struck dumb by the lethal look in his eye as he stares at you. "You were going to let him fuck you." 

"...Yes."

"But you didn't." It's not a question–not the one you know he's about to ask. 

"No, I didn't," you admit, your eyes squeezed shut as something in your chest quivers at the prospect of what's coming.

"Why?"

You don't know what to say. Or rather, you don't know how to tell him why you had run out of that hotel room that night, flashes of him filling your head until you couldn't even look at the other man without cringing. 

"Don't make me repeat myself," he warns, his tone affecting a measure of sternness that contrasts greatly with his previous geniality. 

"I couldn't-" Your eyes still closed in resignation. "Because he wasn't you."

Because despite every effort you’ve put into trying to escape him, he always finds you. And you fall into his arms like the complete fool you that you are, unable to resist him. You crave him when he’s not around. 

Worse still, it’s not just the sex. It hasn’t been for a long time. Not since you first saw him reading by the window, lost in his book, his ridiculous coat gone and his hair falling in messy waves around his face. It had hit you with the force of an enhancer’s punch, filling your heart up and spilling over, and you haven’t been the same ever since. 

“Was that so hard?” he nearly croons, kissing your forehead as if he hadn’t just cornered you into a difficult position. “Look at me, ___.” A peek at his face has your breath catching in your throat at how pleased he looks. It’s in how his smile actually reaches his eyes, for once. The dark delight glittering in them, combined with his straining bulge pressing into your hip threatens to derail your thought process all over again. “You couldn’t fuck him, because he wasn’t me. You understand, don’t you?”

In this, you know you understand more than he probably does. “Yes.”

“Good girl. Let’s go.” 

‘Wait-what?’ 

“Where?” you ask in confusion, stumbling after him as he interlocks your fingers together and pulls you along. Your hotel room is always an option, but that idea is discarded when he tugs you through a hallway you don’t recognize. It doesn’t look like he’s leading you to the exit–you seem to be going deeper into the grand building. “Where are we going?” 

“As tempting as it is, I’d rather not fuck you where somebody would eventually find us,” Chrollo explains, smiling over his shoulder at your baffled expression, his hand squeezing yours. 

In other words, he wants to take his sweet time with you. Lovely thought, but it still doesn’t explain where you’re going. 

“And so...”

“And so I’ve made other arrangements for us. I think you’ll like it.” 

You almost hiss at him to lower his voice, which echoes off the marble floor in the empty hall. But there doesn’t seem to be anyone to hear him, which strikes you as odd–this is a royal figure’s birthday party. There should definitely be more security. 

That’s something Chrollo is clearly not worried about, and you decide you don’t want to know. 

He finally comes to a stop in front of a heavy door of white wood, carved with roses painted a shimmering gold. He pushes it open with no preamble, pulling you in behind him and shutting the door, the click of the lock loud in the large room. Your eyes have nearly adjusted to the dark of the room when he turns the lights on; the lights being crystal candelabras hanging on the walls, which are curved to form a circular room instead of the usual square. 

It’s stunning, from the white wooden dresser to the full-length ornate mirror framed with carved gold roses, but your eyes are drawn back to the main attraction: the king-sized bed with its pretty blue velvet headboard and its pretty blue velvet bedcovers that are thick enough to be called blankets. There are heavy drapes on either side of the bed, and several pillows lining the top of it. 

You’re immediately overcome by the urge to throw yourself on the mattress.

“Chrollo,” you begin, your mouth feeling like cotton. “How did you manage this?” 

He smiles indulgently, stepping behind you to wrap his arms around you, surveying the room with an almost critical eye. “It’s a bit brighter than I would prefer, but...”

But this is exactly the kind of room you would like. And so the fly walks back into the parlour. 

“It’s stunning,” you exclaim, nearly overwhelmed by the delicate beauty surrounding you. “But we’re not supposed to be here, are we?” 

“Depends on who you ask.” He shrugs, toying with the straps of your dress. “And if you ask me–I think I want to fuck you on that bed.” 

A shiver runs down your spine as he tugs the thin straps down, one at a time, pressing his lips to your shoulders. 

“There’s a lovely bath too, but we’ll explore that later,” he continues, pulling at your zipper slowly until it reveals the bare skin of your back, inch by inch. “Do you like it?“ 

“I love it,” you gasp, feeling the cool air on your heated skin as he pulls your dress down until it’s pooled at your feet. You stand, completely exposed to his gaze, embarrassed warmth blooming all over your body. And then his hand is at the small of your back, urging you towards the bed. 

“Ah, forgive me,” he slides his jacket off smoothly, draping it around your shoulders. “I’ll get the fire started. Why don’t you take a seat?”

You do as you’re bid with a pounding heart, watching him stride over to the–you guessed it–marble fireplace. Chrollo’s always been charming, but you’re not sure what to make of this. It’s romantic beyond belief, and something you had never expected from him in a million years. 

You sit on the side of the bed, sniffing discretely at his jacket, stifling a low gasp at his intoxicating scent. As he walks over to stand before you, between your spread thighs, you can’t help but smile as you tilt your head back to look at him and he kisses you deeply. Deft hands slide the jacket off your shoulders, throwing it over the back of an armchair, before reaching for your hair. 

He doesn’t rush; he’s slow, yet gentle as he tugs at the pins keeping your low bun in place, sliding them out carefully until there’s a small pile of them on the bedside table and your hair is spilling over your back. Skilful fingers rub at your scalp, chasing the slight ache away, and you’re nearly overwhelmed by the intimacy of the act. 

He crouches down, reaching for your feet, unbuckling the straps on your heels and sliding them off, taking a moment to rub the soles of your feet. You’re convinced you’re in a dream, or that you’ve died. This is not good for your heart.

“Did I mention you look beautiful?” he half-jokes, looking at you through half-lidded eyes as you reach for the cloth around his forehead, tugging it loose to reveal his tattoo. 

“I think so,” you say casually, but your trembling fingers give you away as you loosen his tie next. “But I won’t stop you if you want to tell me again.” 

He laughs as he stands, the sound coming out huskier than he probably intended as you reach up to unbutton his shirt, trying to keep from rushing; you struggle a little with the buttons on his wrists, but he’s patient as you finally slip it off his arms. You lean in when the pale expanse of his torso is unveiled, pressing your lips to every inch of skin you can reach–soft, open-mouthed kisses that have him stroking your hair in approval. 

You know you don’t imagine the slight hitch in his breath when you reach for the fly of his pants, unzipping him carefully and nuzzling at his straining length through his silk briefs. Your eager mouth traces his bulge until he tugs at your hair lightly, and then you reach for the waistband of his underwear. You don’t look away from his freed cock, your mouth watering at the slight glistening visible at its head. You wait impatiently as he folds his clothes and leaves them on the armchair, knowing his slow movements are in part due to how badly you want to taste him. 

Which is why you take immense pleasure in the way his light chuckle gets cut off when you take the tip of his cock into your mouth, sucking softly, tasting him with your eager tongue. Your moan vibrates around him. It’s not because he tastes good–it’s because it’s so purely him. It sends thrilling flutters through you, and you’re glad you’ve left the shame behind. 

You’re well aware of what it does to Chrollo when he sees the pure bliss on your face as you suck his cock. 

Sure enough, his hand tangles in your hair, flexing and tugging to keep his calm. You appreciate that about him; Chrollo rarely loses his composure. But there are moments, where he just unravels and moans and squirms and you keep those close to your heart, cherishing them deeply. You want to collect more of those tonight. 

Chrollo stops you just as you feel him twitch in your mouth, feeling the telltale tensing of the muscles in his thighs where you caress them lovingly. His grip on your hair tightens until you've let him slip out of your mouth, shifting to lay on your back as he climbs over you, between your legs, ebony strands framing his face haphazardly. You part your legs further in a silent, pleading invitation and his lips twitch as he ducks his head to run his tongue over your nipples instead. His hair tickles your skin as he lavishes your breasts with his attention, any attempts at pulling him closer thwarted by his hands pinning your wrists to the bed.

His hot mouth leaves blushing speckles across your chest, and even as you squirm, you wait. He slides his fingers into you first, and your eyes flutter shut at the nimble fingers moving along your walls, curling and rubbing where it makes you writhe. You whimper in protest when he pulls them out just as your walls start fluttering around them, knowing he won’t make you wait too long. 

Or he might, so the moment he loosens his hold on you, you act–a quick twist of your hips leaves you straddling his hips, leaving trails of ardent kisses across his abdomen, over taut muscles and old scars. His eyes are bright when you straighten to take his cock in your hand, not hesitating even for a second as you lift your hips to bring it to your entrance, sinking down on it with a shuddering breath and your eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

“That’s a good girl,” he praises, his fingers digging into your hips as watches your cunt engulf his stiff length, squeezing him tight as if in greeting. “Look at you, always taking my cock so well.“ 

“God, I’ve missed you,” you moan, struggling to stay upright at the feeling of fullness. “You feel so good.” You know he's watching, taking in every single movement–the slow grind of your hips, the swaying of your breasts, willing to let you fuck yourself on his cock to your heart's desire. 

You falter when he begins to thrust up, meeting every roll of your hips with his own, a smile still teasing across his lips as your motions become swifter, your eyes losing focus as you stumble towards that sweet, sweet unravelling. You won't let him snatch it away from you, not again, and you know he will if he sees you waver even a little. 

"Look at me." 

You do, locking eyes with his, the molten grey of his eyes shaking your unsteady heart further. "I-I'm so c-close-"

"Would you like a little help?" He waits for your frantic nod before revving up his thrusts, reaching almost casually for your swollen nub as you bounce wildly on his cock, rubbing it dexterously and propelling you over the edge. It makes you keen, your head thrown back, your walls palpitating–then his arms are around you, your face pressed into the side of his neck as you quiver minutely. 

You come down from the high with soft, dirty whispers in your ear, your breasts pressing into the firm planes of his chest and–you realize with a jolt–his length still hot and hard in you. 

"There we go," he murmurs approvingly as you pull away to look at him. He still looks infuriatingly unruffled, but the evidence of his ardour is straining within you and his fingers still dig into your skin sporadically. It flickers in his eyes, behind his mask of cool composure, almost admiring as he takes in your wrecked state. And so, you wait. "You okay?"

"Mhm." You kiss the palm of his hand as it moves to cup your jaw, earning you an appreciative smile. 

"That was beautiful. Now-" He shifts you off his lap, pulling out without any warning, making you hiss at the sensitivity. “On your hands and knees, sweetheart,” he commands roughly, his palm coming down on your ass in a firm snack, and you scramble to follow it, crawling to the middle of the bed where you wait for him on trembling limbs. You don't have to wait long.

He’s too selfish to deny himself your inviting heat, and you’re proven correct when you feel his swollen head pressing into your slit, pushing through with no resistance. He grinds into you languidly, the palm of a hand sliding down to take a handful of your ass in it, an approving grunt leaving him as you push your hips back into him, moving them in slow, tight circles. 

It’s when you start to whimper his name that he finally pulls out halfway, snapping his hips into yours in a powerful thrust, repeating the motion over and over again until your back arches and you’re half-babbling, half-screaming, nearly incoherent. The sound of his skin slapping against yours is loud, obscene and only adds to your slow descent into madness. It hurts, but you would die before you let him stop.

Then, Chrollo is leaning over you, one arm braced against the bed while the other dances along the length of your spine to curl around your body, his hand catching a swaying breast immediately. He doesn’t stop drilling into you even for a moment, even when your walls clamp down around him the moment you feel his teeth sink into your shoulder. 

“I want you to come around my cock, ___. Will you do that for me?” he rasps against your skin.

“Chro-fuck,” you wail, the scream of his name cut off when his hand wanders down to your sex, his fingers trapping your clit between them. Your climax renders you speechless this time, your eyes glazing over as it crashes against you. His mouth is at your ear, his voice seeming like it’s come from across the room. 

“Such a good girl,” he groans, his thrusts nearly faltering as he feels your heat fluttering madly–but they resume instantly, fucking your through your daze, quickening as he chases his own end. It finds him swiftly, encouraged by your pained moans at how sensitive your sex is. What startles you are his harsh whispers against your skin as his length finally twitches, pulsing within you. “You're so good for me, sweetheart–I’m not giving you up, never-“ 

You squeeze him hard and he curses as your cunt milks every single drop from his slowly softening cock, his fervent words–even if they were said in the throes of passion–sending tendrils of warmth through your chest. 

You struggle to catch your breath as he buries his head in your hair, not pulling out just yet. You’re both then startled when your arms give out, leaving your face buried in the velvet bedspread–and you feel him slip out with a laugh, allowing you to turn until you’re laying on your side, facing him. He runs a hand through his hair, his flushed cheeks belying his level expression. It brings you a secret delight when you see that it extends all the way down to his chest, easily noticeable on his pale skin. You don’t consider it a good fuck unless it leaves Chrollo with rosy cheeks.

You know he’s not big on cuddling, choosing to lay on his side facing you. There is still something deeply intimate about the way he watches you reach your calm, your hair no doubt a mess and your face glowing, unattractively reddened. Chrollo reaches over to sweep your hair away from your face, and you do the same, brushing his damp bangs away from his eyes. 

And then he’s kissing you again, languidly, deeply, as if he’s savouring it. You can’t help but smile into it, your heart feeling full when you feel him mirror it, a soft, contented noise leaving him.

A part of you thinks it’s all for show. The bigger part of you doesn’t care, because it feels so fucking good. Because he’s running his fingers over your skin, pressing kisses lazily. Try as you might, you can't quite keep your eyes open. 

“I’ll go get us some food. Why don’t you take a nap?” he suggests, already moving to follow through. 

"Ah, wait-" you protest, reaching for him, but the words die in your throat. You don't want it to end, not now, but you don't know how to say that–knowing he's probably got bigger, nefarious things to do. Your struggle is futile, because Chrollo reads you easily, shifting you on the bed to pull the bedspread back and over you. "I-you-"

"We've got plenty of time, don't worry," he assures you. "But you'll need some food before we can go play in the bath." 

His sly smile tells you exactly what he means by that. What you interpret from that is that he's not leaving right away. The relief must be clear on your face because he leans in, tilting his head curiously.

"Did you think were done?" He laughs when you look away in embarrassment, trying to duck under the covers. He hugs you through them, tucking your head under his chin. “Already?”

“I didn’t say anything!” Your voice is muffled but he still chuckles at the hint of annoyance in it.

"Oh, no, sweetheart," he coos, lifting the soft cover of your shield and pressing his lips to your temple. "You still have so much more to learn. And I never make the same mistake twice."

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Almost Lover: Part 4 - Xavier Plympton Imagine

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3

Y/N was happily seated in between Xavier and Chet, as the group roasted marshmallows by the campfire. The nurse, Rita, had joined them a few minutes earlier, much to Y/N’s annoyance. Rita soon brought up the night stalker, as Y/N watched Brooke grimace at the mere mention of his name. However, clearly she wasn’t the only one who noticed. Xavier quickly stood up and walked over to Brooke, placing his arm behind her back as he leaned in closer to her.

“Rita. I totally understand the tradition, and usually I'm cool with that, but our friend Brooke here had a for-real assault, and we're just not in the mood for a bullshit ghost story” Xavier explained, a protective tone in his voice.

Y/N practically bristled as she watched Brooke give him a grateful smile. If it wasn’t bad enough that he still seemed to like Montana, now his attention was drifting towards the new girl.

“It's not bullshit. And there was no ghost. I'll be honest with you. I've never been a nurse at a summer camp before. And you've never been counselors. So how did we get these jobs with no prior experience? That's because anybody that knows anything about Camp Redwood doesn't want to be in Camp Redwood” Rita announced, as Y/N gave her a dubious look.

“Then how come your here, Rita? If it’s so dangerous?” Y/N accused.

“I like a little danger” Rita shrugged, as Y/N brushed off the comment, turning her attention back to Xavier.

Xavier seemed to notice she was staring at him, as he straightened up a little, a somewhat guilty look on his face. Y/N was barely listening to Rita’s ghost story about some weirdo named “Mr Jingles”, as she gave Xavier a confused look, which he shrugged to in response.

“Am I boring you two?” Rita questioned, noticing neither of them had been paying attention.

“I was listening. He was a freak who liked to cut peoples ears off” Y/N shrugged.

“You’re wrong. There was a lot more to him than that” A voice told her, as they all turned to see Margaret had snuck up on them.

“Don’t take it personally, Margaret. When these two are around each other, they don’t really pay attention to anything else” Montana teased, as Y/N had to restrain herself from stepping over the fire and strangling Montana.

“Duly noted” Margaret mumbled, as she walked over to Y/N and raised an eyebrow.

“If you want to hear what really happened then I should at least get a seat” Margaret went on, placing a hand on her hip.

Y/N rolled her eyes, as she reluctantly stood up from where she was seated on the log. She could see that there were nowhere else to sit, so she marched over to Xavier and got ready to kneel on the muddy ground.

“If you’re going to tell a story, tell it right...” Margaret began, whilst Y/N stopped listening when she felt a warm arm wrap itself around her waist.

She looked down and realised it belonged to Xavier, as a blush began to rise on her face.

“You can sit with me” Xavier mummured, not looking at her, as he was trying to listen to Margaret’s story.

“There’s no room” Y/N pointed out, as Xavier pulled her onto his lap.

She sat on his thigh, as he kept his arm still wrapped around her waist. By now, Y/N could tell her blush had grown, not to mention her heart rate had sped up. She tried her best to listen to Margaret’s story and ignore her current position, when Xavier began to unconsciously stroke her hip with his thumb. Y/N bit her lip, as she wondered whether Xavier really didn’t know what he was doing. She was brought of her trance as she saw Margaret stand up, as Y/N guessed she had finished her story. From what Y/N’s preoccupied mind could gather, Mr Jingles had killed everyone but Margaret, who had gone on to be the star witness and send him to jail. Y/N was beginning to question this, when she felt Xavier rest his chin on her shoulder.

“She’s kind of spooky, huh?” Xavier teased, his cool breath on her neck.

“Uh...I’m...I’m going to check on the hiker...” Y/N stuttered, as she quickly stood up.

“I’ll come with you. I want to make sure he’s alright” Brooke informed her, standing up.

“I’ll come too” Xavier announced.

“You really don’t need to. We’ll be fine” Brooke stated, as Y/N crossed her arms and looked away.

“It’s no problem. I’ve got to keep an eye on my best girl” Xavier teased, making Y/N rolled her eyes.

“I’ll just leave you two to it then” Y/N mummured as she began walking away.

Brooke shook her head fondly, as she saw Xavier watching her go with puppy dog eyes. The pair were so clearly pining for each other, but neither seemed to realise it.

Y/N burst into a fit of giggles as she watched Montana all but drool over the new arrival. Trevor had clearly captured her interest...or at least a certain part of him had. Whereas Brooke seemed uncomfortable as he stretched in front of her, his crotch more or less in her face. Not for the first time, Y/N couldn’t help but question if Brooke was even interested in men.

“You’re a legend” Montana informed Trevor, a dreamy look on her face.

“Thanks” Trevor replied, with a small smirk.

“You’re welcome” Montana said, in a breathy tone.

“Okay, down girl” Y/N giggled, as she nudged Montana.

“It’s cool. I’m used to fans” Trevor grinned.

“You better be careful on your way out...I’m not sure your head is going to fit through the door” Y/N retorted.

“Ah...but which head?” Trevor joked, as Y/N laughed.

“You got me there” She giggled.

“Cute...he’s mine, Y/N” Montana whispered, but was still loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Don’t worry, she’s not my type, baby” Trevor winked at Monatana.

“Rude!” Y/N exclaimed.

“Hey, you’re a good looking girl, kid. But your still...well, a kid” Trevor pointed out.

“Montana’s only four years older than me” Y/N scoffed.

“And you know what that means...four years more experience” Montana smirked at Trevor.

Later that night, Y/N was sitting on the floor, her back against the bed Xavier was lounging on, while they watched the beginning of the Olympics.

“I heard the male athletes outnumber the females five to one. That's some tough competition” Brooke teased Chet, who had a devestated look on his face.

“What the fuck would you know about it?” Chet retorted, in an angry tone.

“Woah!” Xavier exclaimed, as he pushed himself upright.

“Dude, shut up already. You’re being a dick” Ray told him, as Chet scrunched up the can he had been drinking from.

“Fuck You!” Chet yelled, as he threw the metal can at Ray, who held up his hand to protect himself.

“Chet, what the hell?” Xavier gaped.

“You need to calm down right now” Y/N told him, pushing herself up.

“Shit...” Ray trailed off, as he saw his hand was now bleeding.

“My bad...I...I didn’t mean to-” Chet began, approaching Ray with a concerned look on his face.

“Back off!” Ray shouted.

“I’m sorry, man” Chet sighed.

“Damn roid rage” Ray mummured, as Chet shook his head and stormed out of the room.

“Chet, wait up!” Y/N exclaimed, following close behind him.

“Y/N, just leave him. It’s not worth it” Xavier insisted, as Chet left the cabin.

“He’s our friend, X” Y/N retorted, as she rushed outside.

“Chet, it’s okay-” Y/N began, but he cut her off.

“No, it’s not! Ray’s right, look at me! I’ve ruined my life and for what? I have no career, no girlfriend, no future...” Chet trailed off, almost sounding like he was going to cry.

“Hey, it’s not all bad. At least you’ve still got your abs” Y/N suggested, as Chet chuckled.

“Yeah, they are pretty rad” Chet nodded.

“Just come back inside, okay? Apologise to Ray, and just...chill” Y/N told him.

“Yeah...thanks, Y/N” Chet smiled at her, as he pulled her into a hug.

“Uh, Chet? You’re kind of crushing me” Y/N giggled, ushering to his arms wrapped around her tightly.

“Oh, sorry” Chet laughed, as he pulled away slightly.

Just then the cabin door opened, revealing an annoyed looking Xavier, who frowned as he saw how close the pair were standing.

“Am I interrupting something?” Xavier questioned, gritting his teeth.

“No. Uh, is Ray still in there?” Chet asked.

“He’s gone get bandages” Xavier replied, with an angry tone.

“I’m gonna’ go after him” Chet announced, as Y/N nodded, watching as he went back inside the cabin.

“Seriously, Y/N? Chet?” Xavier accused, as he shut the cabin door so the others couldn’t hear their conversation.

“Nothing happened. Jesus, what is with you lately? One second your avoiding me and the next your breathing down my neck? Are you that pissed that I’m leaving?” Y/N retorted.

“Maybe...maybe I am. Your my best friend...I don’t want to lose you, okay?” Xavier sighed.

“Just because we’re not going to be living in the same state doesn’t mean we won’t still be best friends, X. I’ll be home all the time” Y/N explained.

“That’s not why I’m worried about losing you” Xavier admitted.

“What do you mean?” Y/N frowned.

“I care about you...a lot. More than I should-” Xavier began but was cut off by Y/N.

“Did you hear that?” Y/N gulped, as she looked out into the forest.

“Hear what?” Xavier inquired, following her gaze.

“I thought I heard...nevermind. Let’s go back inside” Y/N mumbled, as she opened the cabin door, with a frown.

Was Margaret’s story just getting to her or did she just hear keys jingling?

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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; MUN & MUSE - MEME

FILL OUT & REPOST ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

Stolen from @mrfunnybone. Since this meme has a bias for canon muses, I’m tagging two of my favorite canon writers that I know didn’t fill this out yet: @soulcoerced and @spearslinger (I wonder if a fellow Undyne RPer has a different take on some of these questions? ^^;;). For everyone else, feel free to steal it and tag me if you do! I’m curious to see how OC muns answer some of these questions...

MY MUSE IS:   CANON / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless / complicated [[ The adult version of my muse is canon, but her teenage equivalent is not present anywhere in Undertale / Deltarune. So, uh… canon but kind of complicated I guess??? I like describing my muse as canon-wise. My Deltarune fishies are undoubtedly AUs at most, canon-divergent at least. ]]

[[ Mun’s note: I’m going to cheat on this. For the next 8 questions, I’ll answer for both Undyne as my teen muse AND regular adult canon Undertale Undyne. My thoughts on her counts as something, right? My muse is based on canon! ]]

Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK [[ Undyne’s character to the rest of the fandom is unpopular (compared to Sans, Chara, Gaster, etc…). It’s a shame, because her dialogue portraits alone would make great meme fodder. HOWEVER, among Undyne fans, I notice there’s an interest in depicting her early years because she’s one of the few cast members who’s had their childhood explicitly mentioned. ]]

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK [[ She’d better not be, because my muse is a  C H I L D. As far as I’ve seen, canon adult Undyne is depicted more often as a ‘badass’ than a ‘sexy fish.’ ]]

Is your character considered strong in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK [[ Younger Undyne is definitely interpreted to be a determined, tough kid. Of course it’s the same for adult canon Undyne. It’s basically her most distinct character trait. ]]

Are they underrated?  YES / NO / IDK [[ Lordy, Undyne as a whole is entirely underrated by the fandom... ]]

Were they relevant for the main story?  YES / NO [[ OMG... you’re gonna get me started. I’m marking ‘no’ on this question because this is supposed to be about my aged-down muse. But Undyne... sweet violent Undyne’s very important to Undertale’s story! *fangirling START* Besides being the mid-point antagonist in the game, Undyne adds a layer of the theme of DETERMINATION to the game and how it can manifest in monsters if their bodies are strong enough to handle it. In an allegorical sense, she represents extremism in reaction to oppression and how that passion can take on the form of extreme love or extreme hatred depending on circumstance. So HELL YEAH she’s important to the main story of the game! AAAHILoveThisFish!! *fangirling END* ]]

Were they relevant for the main character? YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG. [[ Same as the previous answer for my teen Undyne: begrudgingly marking this with a ‘no’... It’s a YES for canon Undyne. In all routes, original game’s Undyne is the first character who is purposefully trying to kill the Player. Players can’t get the best ending without helping her hook up with Alphys and not incurring her wrath by killing any monster. In the worst ending, she’s one of the two antagonists that put up enough of a fight to make any player abort the Genocide Route. ]]

Are they widely known in their world? YES / NO [[ My muse WANTS to be significant to her world. In the original game, Undyne’s only mentioned by others in Snowdin and Waterfall (not counting Alphys in Hotland). She’s described as a “local hero” by Gerson. I get a sense she’s not exactly famous to the people in the entire Underground compared to, say, Mettaton. ]]

How’s their reputation?  GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL [[ Oof. Pretty sure my teen fish annoys the residence of Waterfall for being a loud-mouthed little scamp. The only reason she’s not considered ‘bad’ is because it’s pent-up energy and misguidedness, not flat-out cruelty. In canon, it seems like the people who talk about Undyne do it in either a positive or neutral light. You have Monster Kid, Papyrus, and Onionsan singing her praises. The Royal Guard members respect her. Asgore thought of her well enough to have her lead his military. Uhh, for a neutral instance, I remember an NPC in Snowdin saying she’s “loud, rude, and beats up anybody who gets in her way” (I don’t remember the exact quote). To weigh this more on the side of my muse, I’ll mark this answer as ‘neutral.’ ]]

HOW STRICTLY DO YOU FOLLOW CANON?  [[ Since I have an aged-down character, canon is literally my END GOAL! I gave her a “starting point” on her journey to the determined, dedicated, and excitable warrior fish we all know and love from the game. I filled in the gaps from there, using parts of her past mentioned in the game to glue the headcanons together. Deciding what she was like when she was younger – What’s her family background? What aspects about her changed as she matures? What internal and external conflicts would she deal with as a teen? – THAT’S the non-canon part. My Deltarune AUs are… different. Canon is my end goal too, but the timelines are all wonky to fit the needs of wanting to interact with the Fun Gang. LOL ]]

SELL YOUR MUSE! AKA TRY TO LIST EVERYTHING, WHICH MAKES YOUR MUSE INTERESTING IN YOUR OPINION TO MAKE THEM SPICY FOR YOUR MUTUALS.   [[ This kid is spunky, loyal, compassionate of the plight of her people, and will see through anything she sets her mind to, despite life’s barriers. She’s got a lot of pent-up energy and is searching for what she can do with it to help her achieve her goal of setting Monsterkind free! ]]

NOW THE OPPOSITE, LIST EVERYTHING WHY YOUR MUSE COULD NOT BE SO INTERESTING (EVEN IF YOU MAY NOT AGREE, WHAT DOES THE FANDOM PERHAPS THINK?).  [[ The teen fishy has a streak of selfishness and short-sightedness. Being honest, Undyne would be a racial supremacist if she existed in real life. Big yikes. Also, she’s willingly being trained as a child soldier. Another big yikes right there. ]]

WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO RP YOUR MUSE?   [[ Ages ago, I RPed the adult version of Undyne, which resulted in a bunch of headcanons for her past. I had no desire to RP any of them after it ended. A year later, I commissioned an artist for a Gerson vs. teen Undyne piece. That single-handedly made me want to get back into RPing again. ]]

WHAT KEEPS YOUR INSPIRATION GOING?   [[ My fellow RPers wanting to interact with this silly fishy! When I first started, I expected my interest to peter out over the months. I didn’t expect many RPers wanting to interact with an aged-down character. But here I am, wanting to expand my headcanons further and making AUs so I’m not limited to canon. ^^ It’s all thanks to you guys!! ]]

SOME MORE PERSONAL QUESTIONS FOR THE MUN.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice?  YES / NO / I SINCERELY HOPE I DO?

Do you frequently write headcanons?  YES / NO / SORT OF?     [[ I should do it more often TBH. But I find showing them via story-telling more fulfilling than just explicitly explaining them in posts. Plus, it gives me more leeway if I’m still playing around with an idea. ;) ]]

Do you sometimes write drabbles?  YES / NO  [[ I’m not counting the three pending drabbles until I finish them. ^^;; ]]

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES / NO [[ She finds a way to bother me! Usually in the form of sudden inspiration for how to respond to RPs. ]]

Are you confident in your portrayal? YES / NO / SORT OF? [[ Sometimes I wonder if I forgot some aspect about Undyne that’s in canon, or unintentionally exaggerating other less-important aspects of her other characteristics… ]]

Are you confident in your writing?  YES / NO / SORT OF? [[ Generally, yes. But I do have my days when I suffer from low self-confidence. ]]

Are you a sensitive person?  YES / NO. / SORT OF? [[ It depends on what’s meant by that. I’m sensitive to other people’s feelings, so I don’t intend to sound rude OOC, even if I’m expressing something negative about something I think the other did. If this is referring to being sensitive about events in RPs… my sensitivity is equivalent to that of being invested in any work of fiction. I know it’s not reality. I can pull away from the fictional world and it won’t bring down my real life. ]]

DO YOU ACCEPT CRITICISM WELL ABOUT YOUR PORTRAYAL?   [[ If it’s given in good faith and is constructive, sure. ]]

DO YOU LIKE QUESTIONS, WHICH HELP YOU EXPLORE YOUR CHARACTER?   [[ Hell yeah, give them to me! ]]

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES TO A HEADCANON OF YOURS, DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY?  [[ It depends if they want to tell me. I don’t mind either way. Personally, I like hearing other people’s interpretations! ]]

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES WITH YOUR PORTRAYAL, HOW WOULD YOU TAKE IT?   [[ *shrug* It doesn’t matter as long as they don’t harass me. ]]

IF SOMEONE REALLY HATES YOUR CHARACTER, HOW DO YOU TAKE IT?   [[ I’d just ignore it. They don’t need to interact or follow me. If my muse really is a bother to them, they can block my account. ]]

ARE YOU OKAY WITH PEOPLE POINTING OUT YOUR GRAMMATICAL ERRORS?   [[ I hope my grammar’s good enough, or else my English degree studies went to waste! But yeah, sure. Fun fact: explaining grammar rules so people can avoid major errors in the future is more helpful than nit-picking insignificant errors without explanations. ]]

DO YOU THINK YOU ARE EASY GOING AS A MUN?   [[ As long as fellow RPers aren’t being rude OOC, don’t break any serious rules, or do something that I mention are personal triggers to me, I am easy-going! RPing is fun and it should stay that way for everybody involved! ]]

[lovej2valouette]

Supernatural-where do I stand?

OK, so this will probably not be seen by anybody because I don’t really understand the functioning of SM in general, and least of all, tumblr. I am a french canadian, so english is not my maternal language, which means, there will be some vocabulary and grammar errors.

So, I started watching supernatural around 2 and a half years ago in a binge tv shows period of several months where I had personal struggles, and this show somehow connected to me and stayed stocked in my mind. For probably 6 months, I sticked with the show only, which means no following actors on tweeter or IG or FB, nor seaching them or the show on google. I saw 2 brothers sacrificing everything for each other well being over and over again, even if sometimes, they fell out of line (figths between them over the view of the goodness of some monsters, them not having the same POV of how to avoid the apocalypse, trust or not the British men of letters, ect.) (14 seasons of fights, which is normal between 2 individuals, brothers or not, is so hard to summerize! I won’t even try!), the fact is that they always choose each other. Along the line, I saw a lot of side caracters who helped developing the subtlities of the personnality of those 2 main caracters: john, bobby, ellen and jo, gordon, ruby, bela, lisa and ben, castiel, adam, garth, lucifer, meg, crowley, kevin, Ezekiel/Gadreel, amelia, gabriel/trickster, benny, mary (This is not a exhautive list, I must have missed important caracters). The point is, all those secondary caracters for me have always served the goal to further the plot of sam and dean winchester, deepening their persona and explaining their bond through adversity. Then, I went to the rabbit whole of internet!!!

For the first few months, I followed the actors on their social media, and by that I mean I followed like 15 actors who had the most recurring presence on the show. Nothing shocking appeared to me from them, but I started to see in comments that there were factions in the fandom. I am a curious person, so for about a year, I explored all the theories, keeping in mind that all of it is fiction. At 36, I had never been aware of fanfiction, ships (Which I was like “ why are they talking about going at the sea or fishing!!) neither of fictional caracters or actors playing those caracters (I know now it is RPF) in this phenomenom.

One thing for sure that I have identify myself is that I am a bibros, if the meaning of bibros is that the show supernatural is, at it’s  core, the relationship of the two brothers, sam and dean, and even if you might identify with one more then the other, you still think of them as equally important to the story. After that, from what I have seen, there seems to be 2 different types of wincest shippers (I totally might be wrong on this part, let me know!). There seems to be a consensus that the brothers are each other first priority and soulmates. But while some ships that it extend to a sexual relationship, others only consider the soulmate part without the sexuality. I am of the former part. I am also very interested in the closeness that the 2 actors, jared and jensen, share. So I am very aware of the J2 tinhat (faction of the fandom who believe that Jensen and Jared are in a romantic relationship) which i still consider as theories, but alternate between believing and not.

After those identifications of myself in this  fandom, I must say, at first, I could understand the appeal of castiel, his epic entrance in the series and his importance in dean’s caracter development (can he trust him or not while he knows his brother is lying to him and trusting a demon-season 4). But, here comes the internet rabbit hole! I have to say, it was some extreme and too much present “castiel defenders” that drove me away from this caracter (I would probably have found flaws in his caracter’s development without them, but I surely would like him more). And here, let me put a distinction. I do think that there are peaceful destiel shippers who know that it is only a fandom who like the idea of cas and dean loving each other without having the need of that being explicitly shown in the serie. Like the majority (of what i have seen) of the wincest fandom believe in the love between the brothers but don’t actually need that love (the erotic part of that love) to be explicititly shown in the serie.

So, yeah, I found the existence of what is called the destihellers. For 2 years, I have just went from blog to blog, tweeter scandal to another, and from what I have seen, it is always some “make destiel canon” faction that is the starting of big drama. So that is my only “anti”, because otherwise, i believe in freedom, as long as it stays in the fandom. So after founding my multiple identification in the supernatural fandom, i have only this message to offer: ship what you want, communicate with those you identify to IN THE FANDOM but let it here, ships and theories RPF are’nt welcome when you are meeting the actual actors portraying those caracters. That is your creativity and beliefs, let the actors and writters of the show use their own creativity and knowledge of their show to build what they believe in. It is ok to be critical of their work, but in the end, you won’t win by creating drama and thinking by being annoying.

PS: I have to make a PS because I don’t want massive Hate (Like i have seen people from this fandom attesting they have receive) So I will make some tags, but feel free to tell me if it not welcome in the hashtag, or of i should some more in.

[beatrice-otter]

Some Thoughts about Tagging on AO3

(I originally made this post back in 2014 on the Yuletide LJ com, and I think it's still both helpful and useful, and other people have told me it is, but it's not actually in my own space, so here it is for posterity.)

There are a lot of people confused about what to tag their stuff on AO3. I mean, like, people who use AO3 regularly sometimes talk about not knowing how to tag their fic. And this is Yuletide; there are people who only post to AO3 for ficathons such as Yuletide, and they probably are even less sure what to do. There aren't many rules, and even the guidelines are kind of fuzzy. But yet there are many dedicated volunteers who spend many hours trying to make some sense out of the mess! It's chaotic and organized at the same time.

Fear not. I'm not a tag mod or anybody from AO3, but I am a power user of the site, and have been since it started, so I have a pretty good feel for the different ways people use the site and how people tag. So here are some suggestions, if you feel you need them.

ETA: Thanks to some wonderful feedback in the comments, I'm adding some other perspectives.

First, remember that the primary purpose of tags is to help people find stuff they'd like to read. No matter what your philosophy of tagging is, your goal should be to make it easy for people to find your fic and decide if they want to read it.

There are two basic ways people use tags when they're looking for fic.

1. Clicking on tags they want to read. Do you want to look for a particular fandom, character, or pairing? You can click on a tag and get all of them to come up. But you can use tags to find so much more than just the basics! Do you want to read wing!fic? Search for it on the archive and click the wingfic tag and you'll get a list of all fics tagged with "wings" or "wingfic" or something similar. The tag mods have done a lot of background work to make sure that similar tags (i.e. every permutation of wingfic ever used) are put together so when you're looking for wingfic you don't have to think of every possible permutation of what someone might have tagged it. They'll all come up. Now, if you click on the "wingfic" tag, it will bring up every wingfic in every fandom. Which is great if you're polyfannish like I am and don't necessarily care what fandom something is if it hits whatever kink you have right then. If you are more monofannish, then the sort and filter bar on the left side of the "Works" list is your friend, but either way, the tag is the first place to start. People look for a lot of things. Here are some categories that people may search tags for, either within a particular fandom or across the archive:

fandoms, characters, relationships, obviously.

AU types: is it a canon divergence, is it a highschool au, or a coffee shop, or whatever?

SFnal or fantasy elements: time travel, wings, magic, werewolves, telepethy, etc

Genres: angst, fluff, mystery, comedy.

Trigger warnings to avoid: mentions of rape or abuse (things not warned for in the warning tags).

Tropes: Aliens made them do it, kidfic, etc.

Sex stuff: kinks, positions, sex toys, polyamory, etc.

Social justice stuff: bechdel pass, character of color POV, etc.

Fandom specific stuff: is it related to a particular episode, or season, is it about a particular theme or backstory or trope or characterization that your fandom likes, is there any other fandom-specific thing that people might look for?

2. When they are deciding whether or not to read a particular fic. That is, a potential reader is looking at a fic in a list on AO3 (maybe they're going through the fandom's page, maybe they're looking at an author's works list, etc.) or perhaps have clicked on a link in a rec list and have opened the story up to see more about it, but the fic is in front of them and they haven't yet decided whether or not to read it. In this case, tags are one of a couple of things people will be looking at. The summary is the biggie; at this point it's usually the first thing people look at. They will also look at word count--they may be looking for an epic, they may be looking for a vignette, either way, word count matters. They'll look at the rating--do they want something hot and heavy, or not? They'll look at the comment/kudo/bookmark/hit counts--how popular is this fic? And they'll look at the tags. What is this fic tagged for? Characters, pairings, fandom, etc., all can be useful, but so can many other things.

This is why people add chatty tumblr-style tags, such as "Tony Stark has Daddy Issues." That tag tells you a lot about the story that may not be evident from the summary. You can add any tag like that you want, that will help people get a feel for your story. If it's unique, clicking on it won't help them find other stories like it and it won't help people find your fic, either, but it may well help people who have already found your fic decide if they want to read it. And, if enough people tag things with a chatty tag like "Tony Stark Has Daddy Issues," eventually the tag mods will take it and make it into a tag you can search on just like more general tags such as "wingfic." (There are currently 51 fics on the archive tagged "Tony Stark Has Daddy Issues.") Also, chatty tags like that can sometimes be made subtags for larger tags, so that "Tony Stark Has Daddy Issues." is a subtag of "Daddy Issues.", and then you can click on the Daddy Issues tag and filter by fandom and/or character.

3. Looking for things to avoid. If a trope squicks someone, they want to know before they click on the story.  If someone hates a character or relationship, they want to know if it's in a story.  Even if it's only in a minor/background way.  Protip from tag wrangler liviapenn:

"if you are posting a story and you want to indicate that the character or ship appears in the story -- but only in a minor/background role -- you can tag for them in the "Additional Tags" field, with a modifier. For instance, "Minor appearance by Sam Wilson". Or, a tag like "Very minor background Tony Stark/Pepper Potts" or "Past Tony Stark/Pepper Potts" for a story where Tony and Pepper's relationship is only mentioned but not really important in the story. Then those stories won't come up when people are searching for Tony/Pepper in the Relationships field.  You can also make 'warning' type Additional Tags more specific or accurate, with modifiers like "implied," "referenced," "minor," "mentioned", "non-graphic" or "past", if the story doesn't seriously focus on those topics, but you still want to indicate that they appear in the work, even in a minor or slight way."

(ALSO, if you are one of these people, the "Sort and filter" bar on the right side of the page is your friend. I hate, loathe, and despise Killian Jones on Once Upon a Time, and so whenever I'm searching for OUaT fic on the archive I go to the "Sort and Filter" bar, go down to the Exclude section, and I check his name and any pairings he appears in. Then I hit the "sort and filter" button at the bottom of that bar, and poof!  It's like he never existed!  It's wonderful.)

So how does this affect how you tag your fic? I'm so glad you asked. It means you need to take both uses of tags--finding fic, and deciding if you want to read a fic you've found--into account. As you tag, ask yourself: what in my fic might people want to read? What kind of craving would my fic satisfy? Tag for those things (fandoms, characters, relationships, tropes, kinks, whatever). Then ask yourself: once people have found my fic, what might help them decide they want to read my fic? Then tag for that. Then ask yourself: is there anything in my fic that might squick people or that they might want to avoid? Then tag for that, too. Autocomplete is your friend. As you start typing in the tag field, it will bring up tags people have already used, which are searchable, and which may therefore help people find your fic.

ETA: section edited because of youraugustine's feedback.

But beware! Before you hit "post," look at your tags and ask yourself: is there any deceptive advertising here? By which I mean, if someone is looking specifically for a fic with something you tagged for, are they going to be disappointed in your fic?  Different people use tags differently, so you can't please everybody.  But sometimes a selective approach can be better than a "kitchen sink" approach where you select every tag that might be half-way applicable.

As an example, take Sam Wilson. He is tagged in over 2800 stories on AO3 ... but in the vast majority of them, he's a sidekick, if that. Yes, he appears in each of these fics, but he's a very small part of the story in most of them. When I go looking for Sam Wilson fic, I sigh, because I may get three pages in to the list of works tagged "Sam Wilson" before I find one where he's important enough in the story to get mentioned in the summary. Having to slog through all those fics about other Avengers to get to the fics about the character I want to read about does not make me likely to read those stories. It makes me annoyed, because they're taking up my time and preventing me from finding the stories I actually want to read right now! I love reading about Steve's angst over Bucky, and Bucky's recovery, but if what I'm craving at the moment is Sam Wilson pwning everything, 50k words of Buck-and-Steve angst in which Sam appears in three scenes is just not going to scratch my itch. On the other hand, some people may find a mention that Sam plays a role in the story to be the difference that makes them read this Steve/Bucky fic over some other one. Even so, if he appears briefly but isn't significant to the plot, even they may be annoyed.

Now, as sandrine points out, some people have aversions to particular characters, pairings, and tropes, such that including them in your fic will completely ruin the fic for them even if all that happens is a one sentence mention buried in 100k of fic. For example, some Science Bros and Steve/Tony fans prefer not to read about Tony/Pepper. (I get it, because I loathe Killian Jones with the passion of a thousand burning suns.) liviapenn points out that (instead of using a regular character tag), if you put a tag with a modifier in the "Additional Tags" category (for example, "background Tony/Pepper"), it will be there for people who want to avoid it but won't pop up for people searching it out with the main character or relationship tags.

Just use some common sense, folks. Tag for everything important, and don't bother with the minor stuff. And you're the one who knows your story best; you know what's important in your story.

On creating new tags: This is particularly important for Yuletiders to know, since so many of us will be creating tags for characters and fandoms that did not exist on the archive before this Yuletide.

From tag wrangler liviapenn:

The only other advice I would give is for people posting stories in superhero comics fandoms. So many superhero names are very generic, or shared by multiple people within one canon (like the 3 or 4 different versions of "Robin", "The Flash" or "Supergirl" in DC fandom.) If there's a possibility that your character's cape name might have been used for another character (in your fandom or another fandom) maybe consider tagging with their "real" name instead of (or in addition to) their "cape" name. So for instance, "Tim Drake" or "Robin - Tim Drake" "Tim Drake aka Robin" -- any of those would be better than just "Robin". Finally, if you want to find out whether a tag already exists in some format you can use the Tag Search page: http://archiveofourown.org/tags/search So let's say I wanted to find out if there's a canonical tag for food carts or food trucks. I would go to the tag search page and type in "cart* " (which brings up any word that starts with "cart") and click the Canonical ticky box. This just brings up a lot of tags about Sam Carter and Peggy Carter though. So I hit backspace and type in "truck* " and click the Canonical ticky box, and this will bring up all canonical tags that have a word that starts with truck in it, and hey, one of them is Food Trucks. Freeform: Alternate Universe - Truckers ‎(10) Freeform: Truckers ‎(8) Freeform: Food Trucks ‎(7) Freeform: Episode: s08e07 Shawn and Gus Truck Things Up ‎(1) Freeform: Trucks ‎(11) If anyone has any other questions about tagging I'd be glad to answer them!

From tag wrangler lost_spook:

As another tag wrangler, I'd just add that the thing about cape names applies generally really - if you want to make a freeform (or any tag) involving your characters, remember the archive is a big place and expanding all the time with fandoms in multiple media, so the more you use full names etc., the more likely it is the tag can stay in your fandom or eventually become canonical. one of the joys of Yuletide is that it's about fic in rare fandoms or non-existent-till-now fandoms, but that does mean you might well find yourself posting the first fic in a fandom or for that pairing or character - and that means you have to create that tag yourself. So I just wanted to add - don't be nervous of doing that! You don't have to read through archive tagging guidelines and get it perfect; just be as clear and specific as you can, especially with fandom tags, where the wranglers dealing with those might never have heard of it. The same with new character and relationship tags - do add them! Just be sure to use full names in both categories, and if the names are very common or likely to cause confusion, add something like the fandom name in brackets to make doubly sure. Wranglers can link up any tags like these no problem - it's only when things aren't clear (ambiguous), that it gets tricky. (Wranglers in tiny fandoms love it when they suddenly have actual tags to wrangle! ♥)

From an anonymous tag wrangler:

One other thing I'd like to suggest is keeping each freeform/additional tag to one discrete concept! For example, "Tony Stark Has Daddy Issues" is a single concept; "Tony Stark has daddy issues and mommy issues and luckily lots of money too" includes several, and is unlikely to ever become filterable in any way. Also, if a single concept is split across multiple tags, a wrangler often can't do anything with the individual tags-- for example, the two tags "his heart", "it is so broken" is likely going to end up with both tags unfilterable instead of being linked to a canonical tag like Heartbreak.

When a new tag is created (i.e. when someone tags their fic with something that has never before been tagged) it is not yet canonical--that is, when you click on it, you won't bring up any other fic tagged with it, and even if someone else uses that tag, at this point it won't come up when you click on the tag. That only changes when a tag wrangler--a volunteer with AO3, in charge of wrangling tags for that particular fandom--looks at it and decides what to do with it. Most chatty tags get ignored (unless the wrangler has seen others very similar). New fandom tags and character tags get made 'canonical' and attached to particular fandoms, so that a) they will now be clickable so you can find other fic tagged with that tag once other people use it and b) it will come up in the autocomplete. Other tags that the wrangler thinks will be generally useful (i.e. anything that other writers might use) get made canonical as well, either attached to the fandom (Tony Stark's Daddy Issues) or not attached to the fandom (mpreg, wingfic, etc). Tags that are close to/mean the same thing as other tags already in use get 'synned' to those tags, so "Bechdel Pass" and "Bechdel Test Pass" become functionally the same tag--you click on one, you get all the fics tagged with one or the other, so you don't need to know the exact tag you're looking for if you can get close.

A note: the tag wranglers are awesome, and do a lot of work behind the scenes to make the Archive work right. To learn more, check out this post on AO3. And if you want to make life easier on the tag wranglers, here's something one of them posted on tumblr:

What actually makes life harder for tag wranglers? People tagging obscure characters or OCs who are not in the work. Private bookmark tags that use terms we’ve never seen before. Smushnames. Comma fail. Drafts that stay for months because people keep editing them. All of those are allowed, and hardly anyone ever says anything about them outside of wrangler spaces.

If you spot a tag that you think is wrong (wrong spelling of a name, for example, which I've come across a couple of times--for some reason Vulcan women often get their names improperly capitalized, T'lar instead of T'Lar, that sort of thing) you can report it! At the bottom of every AO3 page is a link to "Technical Support and Feedback." Your comment will be sent to the tag wrangler for that fandom, and they can then either fix or explain the issue. (Thanks for pointing this out, liviapenn)

If you're really interested in How It All Works, you can check out the Sekrit Decoder Ring of tagging, aka the Tag Wrangling Guidelines. It's designed for the Tag Wranglers, so you don't need to know it--they'll handle any fixes that need fixing--but it's there if you want it.

If you want a different step-by-step explanation of how to tag on AO3, here's a post by superhappygenki, an AO3 tag wrangler.

Hope this all helps!

[stranger-who-writes-fiction]

a pal and a confidant

Fandom: Supergirl Rating: T Pairing(s): None Summary: Director Danvers and Supergirl might not be sisters anymore, but maybe they can be friends. A/N:This isn’t k*lex. If I see anybody tag it as such? Yer blocked.

...

Kara hisses, experimentally probing the cut for the umpteenth time only to confirm what she already knows.

Yeah. There's Kryptonite in there.

Off-brand Kryptonite. Kara would laugh if it didn't hurt to do so. Ever since the aerosol Kryptonite stunt pulled by Otis and Mercy, there's been an uptick in Green-K knock-offs. Very few have been potent enough to have any sort of discernible damage, and Kara has to admit, the look of shock on a would-be assailant's face as she shrugs off the glowing rock is pretty satisfying.

This batch, though.

She takes a deep breath, tipping her head back against the cool brick of the semi-abandoned warehouse. She experimentally narrows her eyes, trying to engage her x-ray vision. It...works? Maybe? She's dizzy; the image of the interior of the building across the way tilts and wavers out of focus. But that could just be the result of the pain.

She takes another deep breath and wonders if she should test something else, like strength or flight, but the prospect of falling several stories onto hard concrete is...very unappealing.

Maybe I can...take it out...? She steels herself, gritting her teeth as she seeks out the offending shard.

As soon as she touches it, white hot pain shoots up her side.

NOPEnopenope. She cringes, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. It's not like the Kryptonite bullet she once extracted from her arm—a single oblong object that was easy to grip and extract.

This is a weird jagged shape, lodged deep in the lower right side of her abdomen. She thinks she can probably get a decent grip on the one edge...but she might pass out before she can pull it entirely free.

And just as she wants to avoid faceplanting on concrete, she'd also like to avoid being passed out in an alleyway, with Children of Liberty and DEO Agents combing the surrounding area.

She bites back an annoyed grunt. Three weeks ago, she would've welcomed being found by the DEO retrieval team. Being safely escorted back to headquarters for some time under the solar lamps? To be treated by medical staff with actual, sterile surgical tools to extract the Kryptonite shard? Great! Perfect! Bring it on!

Now, she can't imagine being unconscious, at the mercy of Haley and her agents, for an undisclosed amount of time. Nightmarish images of waking up in a containment cell as Haley continues her witch hunt fill her mind, strengthening her resolve to steer clear of them.

Which solves the one problem, but creates another.

What is she going to do?

J'onn's office is too far, as is CatCo. She briefly considers L-Corp, but recalls the underground lab where Sam was kept, and the same sort of uneasiness that accompanied the thoughts of the DEO resurfaces. Besides. It's just as far as CatCo, back in the heart of the city.

She feels hot and nauseous. She doesn't have a lot of time here...

“—sure the scene is secure, Director Danvers, and then report back to HQ.”

“...Yes ma'am.”

Kara doesn't catch the full conversation—her ears are ringing and it's possible that the longer the Kryptonite is lodged in her side, the more her powers are affected—but it's enough to know that her sister is here, and won't be traveling back with Haley.

But she's not your sister, Kara thinks, glancing down at her uniform. Not right now, anyway. It's almost enough to make Kara reconsider. To bite the bullet, so to speak, and try to fly out to J'onn's office.

But the torn, frayed edges of the dark blue fabric—which is now closer to a deep purple—is what ultimately forces her away from the support of the brick wall, and out into the alleyway. She sways slightly, and presses a hand to the cut, not liking the pain or the unpleasant, hot stickiness on her palm.

She carefully surveys the main street, making sure to remain out of sight. There aren't as many agents as she feared—there's only a handful of them, eight at most, congregating near two nondescript black SUVs.

She spots Alex off to one side, talking to another agent. Her motorcycle is parked nearby.

A plan begins to form. A risky one, certainly, but far less risky than flying to L-Corp or handing herself over to Haley.

“Bag the rest of the evidence,” Alex is saying. The agent nods; she's essentially giving him the same instructions Haley gave her, which means she's just about ready to leave.

Kara takes a step back, and surveys the nearest building. Like most of the structures in the area, it's brick. Flat roof, two stories.

She hastily runs the numbers in her head—she won't be able to clear it, necessarily. Not in her current weakened, rapidly-de-powering state. But then, she doesn't want to clear it. She just needs a better vantage point.

This is gonna hurt, she sighs, gathering the last vestiges of her strength.

She jumps.

And just barely clears the roof line. She does land on her feet...and then almost immediately drops to her knees with a pained wheeze. Her side is on fire, and she's sure she's just buried the Kryptonite shard deeper.

She hears the motorcycle rev on the street below. Panting with effort, she forces herself to the far side of the roof, and just as she thought, Alex is leaving the scene, turning down...Cypress? Mission?

It doesn't matter—it's a street within jumping distance.

...She hopes.

Even as the world tips dangerously to one side, and something...pulls, distressingly so, in her side, Kara still takes several steps back and leaps once more, praying to Rao that she's guessed mostly right.

She lands in the middle of the darkened street. The asphalt gives a little, because she's misjudged the force, and resulting uneven surface forces her off balance. She almost pulls that aforementioned concrete faceplant.  

That, though, is the least of her concerns, as Alex barrels towards her on her bike.

The glare of the headlights is blinding; she's too weak to move. The jump took every last ounce of powers and strength she had. If Alex hits her...it's not going to be good.

She sluggishly brings up an arm to...what? Cushion the blow of a four hundred pound Ducati?

The tires screech, and the bike swerves to one side, perilously close. Kara flinches, but all she can feel is a slight back draft.

She wheezes with relief, physically sagging as the bike's engine cuts out. Kara hears Alex's helmet being tossed to one side, landing with a sharp CRACK on the pavement.

“What the hell—!” she starts to shout, but it tapers off as she gets closer to Kara.

Kara, who is currently on her knees and very nearly bent completely in half as her entire right side throbs. “Um. Sorry,” she says. “Didn't mean...to get so close...”

Alex's eyes are wide with shock and confusion. “What hap—” she starts to say, only to change her mind. “Stay here,” Alex commands, and Kara panics a little as she turns to run back to her bike and, presumably, the other agents.

“No!” Kara rasps. Alex keeps hurrying to the bike. Kara tries again, “You can't—Director Danvers!”

Her voice is firmer. Stronger. Alex stops. “I don't...” Kara pauses. Partially because she's a little breathless, and partially because she has to be careful here. She has to get Alex on her side. Kara doesn't really know what's survived, in terms of Alex's memories of Supergirl—she's not sure even J'onn knows, given how deeply entrenched they were in Alex's psyche—so it's not like she can reliably say, hey, remember that time you helped me out after that brush with Kryptonite poisoning?

It hurts to imagine Alex being ambivalent about the K-Radiation and anti-Kryptonite suit—and, more importantly, dwelling on it is unproductive.

So she thinks instead about...about the DEO, actually, and about all the irate venting Alex's been doing, lately.

“I don't trust Haley,” Kara says. “I need help...and I don't trust Haley.”

She can't see straight and she's barely conscious, but she can see the blurry shape of Alex caught between her slumped form and the bike. She's considering what Kara has said, and Kara knows she's got her.

She's feeling pretty smug about it. She's never been on the 'enemy' side of ‘the enemy of my enemy...is my friend.’ It feels kinda...badass. She smiles. Or...is she actually smiling? She can't feel her face.

“Damn it,” she can hear Alex mutter. She's vaguely aware of her arm being thrown over Alex's shoulder, and being awkwardly lifted-and-or-dragged to the motorcycle...

But then she's out.

And then she's not, when shockingly cold water is tossed on her face.

Kara sputters awake, irritated (thanks to the water) and still in pain (presumably, thanks to the Kryptonite still in her side.)

“Don't move.”

It's Alex, her voice gruff and close by. Kara blinks the water from her eyes, and turns to see her sister seated on one of the bar stools in her apartment, slightly hunched, examining her injury.

“Am I...” the words scrape over Kara's dry throat, “on—a table?” She almost says your table, but catches herself. Supergirl's not supposed to know this is Alex's apartment.

“I didn't want you bleeding on my couch,” Alex tells her. And Kara has to admit...that’s fair. “I don't have any equipment here, just basic first aid supplies.” She finally looks at Kara. Her expression is hard. “It's going to be...messy.”

Kara gives a halting nod. She understands, but. She's not looking forward to it.

Alex nods back—sharp and sure. She disappears from Kara's view, and seconds later, Kara can hear the kitchen faucet running.

Kara let's her head fall back on what is definitely Alex's dining room table. She can feel the woven table runner, functioning as a kind of makeshift pillow.

Alex eventually reappears—she's still in her DEO gear, but her magnet gloves have been swapped out with bright blue latex. A plastic box with a bright red cross on the side sits at the far end of the table.

“Will this work on you?” Kara turns her head to see a bottle of alcohol in Alex's grip. She can't read the label—everything's going a little fuzzy again.

“Uh...” She's certain she doesn't have her powers, so the answer is probably yes. But as she glances down at her side, and sees her hand resting on the table, she notices the bright green glow of Kryptonite poisoning.

Is it a good idea, to mix alcohol and Green-K?

“Yeah,” she says, ultimately deciding that she'd rather risk it, than be aware during what's about to transpire. She weakly accepts the bottle, and gets a good look at the green veins snaking down the back of her hand.

Not good.

She takes a swig, and promptly coughs it up, unprepared for the burn.

Alex rolls her eyes in annoyance.

“You're wasting a very expensive bottle of vodka,” she says. Kara squints at the label. Alex doesn't typically buy vodka...

And then it occurs to her that she bought this for Alex. A gift for being promoted to 'Director' several months back. 

(She’s not sure if she should feel grateful, that Alex is using it for this, or a little offended.) 

“Sorry,” she croaks, and does her best to keep it down the second time.

She does. She takes another prolonged gulp.

“Alright,” Alex grabs it before she can take a third, “that's enough.”

“Sorry,” she says again. “Least I didn't...waste it.”

“No,” Alex agrees, “but I needed some for this.” With very little ceremony, Alex douses Kara's side with some of the remaining liquor.

Kara's only just starting to feel the pleasant burn of the alcohol; the sting in her side is enough to make her clench her fists as she lets out a kind of pained grunt.

“It's only going to get worse,” Alex warns in a flat tone. But then, she softens, just marginally, as she explains to Kara exactly what she's going to do. Kara listens, and only manages to catch about...twenty percent?

Thirty? Twenty-four? She lets her head fall back again as she considers the numbers.

She can feel Alex poking at the cut. Kara fidgets, unconsciously tensing muscles. But her leg throbs, like it's been bruised.

“Don't move,” Alex says sternly.

“How come...my leg hurts?” Kara's words are starting to slur a little. Has she always been this sensitive to alcohol?

“...I had to bungee you to the back of my bike,” Alex admits under her breath. 

Kara blinks, and realizes that she never really considered how Alex managed to get her back here, on a motorcycle, while she was passed out.

Again, she’s not sure if she should be feeling grateful or insulted, but as she tries to imagine the scene, all she can think is that it’s...very funny.

She laughs, only to have her breath stolen away as pain flares in her side. “I said don't move.” Alex repeats, and Kara resolves to remain as still as possible.

Don't move. I can do that. I'm great at not moving...just like I'm great at stealth. Does Alex still remember that I'm really good at stealth? ...Does she know anything about Krypton?

Kara's thoughts are a jumbled mess, and she's not sure if she's out of it because of the buzz or the blood loss.

“I can't really see—it looks like—” There's a frustrated grunt. Then the scrape of the stool against hard wood. The rumble of one of the drawers in the kitchen—the junk drawer, probably, given how much rummaging follows. The drawer closes. Alex's footsteps approach. And then the soft click of a flashlight turning on, and more probing. “I think the shard's intact.”

She probably knows it blew up. Everyone knows it blew up. Does she know about the Phantom Zone?

Wait, wait. Does she know...does she remember Astra?

Of course she'd have to remember Astra. Or at least...partially remember that event...

But...Kara remembers Alex's hardened stare, back in Parthas. Her claims of Kara's invulnerability, and her denial that Kara could ever understand...could ever conceive of anything else. 

There were so many times when Kara was vulnerable. Emotionally raw, and hurting.

And Alex doesn’t remember any of that. 

Alex, who is currently saying something about pulling out a shard. Kara doesn't care, she's too busy thinking her frenzied, distressed thoughts. Everything she'd talked about with J'onn becomes far too real, as she stares at Alex's ceiling; Alex, who regards her as a complete and total stranger.

Kara feels a sudden tug. Her nerve endings seize.

And then she's out again.

When she awakens the second time, she's still on the table, but Alex's apartment is dark, and Alex is nowhere to be found.

It takes much longer to rouse herself without the aid of the cold water, but eventually, her vision steadies, and there's a distinct soreness that runs...the entire length of her body, really. But the sharp, stabbing pain of the cut and the all-over burn of the Kryptonite are both gone.

She shifts experimentally—both to test her side, and to see if maybe Alex is asleep in bed, or on the couch.

She isn't. Kara sluggishly attempts to reason on why that could be...did she go back to the DEO? Maybe...Kara vaguely remembers something about...Haley? Something about Haley...and then, of course, the impromptu game of Operation, wherein she was the poor schmuck under the knife.

Her temple throbs. Right. A game of Operation, with a side of very expensive, very potent vodka. She runs a hand over the ruined portion of her uniform, noting the presence of a bandage and again marvels at the fact that she can barely feel any pain. Alex did a really good job, all things considered.  

But there's the headache to keep in mind; without the DEO solar lamps, her powers are taking their dear, sweet time coming back.

Stupid Kryptonite, she thinks. Stupid Haley. Stupid DEO. She wonders if she's maybe a little hungover.

Long minutes tick by, and still, no Alex. Kara drums her fingers against the table top. She's not at one-hundred percent, but she has just enough energy to be a little restless.

Maybe she should just...leave.

She turns the thought over in her mind. That feels...wrong, somehow.

Wrong to Kara Danvers, she reminds herself. But maybe Supergirl should take off, before Director Danvers comes back and grouches at her some more.

Slowly, slowly, Kara leverages herself into a sitting position, with the intent of slipping out of one of the windows, and flying back to her apartment. Slowly, slowly, she turns herself around, swinging her legs off the table.

So far, so good.

...Except for the nausea that wells up in the back of her throat.

Not a big deal, she decides, as that sort of thing usually passes.

...But not this time, apparently.

Which sends her scrambling to the kitchen, ignoring as her side screams at her to stop. Mercifully, she reaches the garbage can in time, emptying the meager contents of her stomach into the bin.

Ugh. Gross.

She braces her hands on the sink, leaning over it, waiting for the feeling to pass.

And, of course, it's in the midst of this...delightful display...that Alex should suddenly reappear.

“How did you know where the trash was?”

Kara looks up, startled. She hadn't heard the front door. Alex is glaring at her, apparently back from an early morning jog, if the windbreaker and Nikes are anything to go by.

“...X-Ray vision,” Kara lies.

“So you've recovered your powers?” Alex counters, looking skeptical.

She briefly considers sticking to her story, but worries that Alex might call her bluff. Ask her to...crush a brick with her bare hands, or something.

She ducks her head sheepishly. “...It was a lucky guess, actually.” It's still a lie, but it's one that Alex appears ready to accept.

“I guess I'm grateful you found it,” she mutters. “...But get out of my kitchen.”

“...Right. Sorry,” Kara hobbles back to the table, dropping into one of the chairs—it seems like a closer, easier alternative to the table itself. “Um.” Kara doesn't know what to say; should she apologize again for trespassing in the kitchen? Ask how the jog went? “I'm...guessing...you got all the Kryptonite out?”

Alex nods, but says nothing else, refusing to elaborate.

Kara offers a flustered follow up, unprepared for the nonverbal response. “I...um,” she pauses. “...thank you.” It's the first thing that comes to mind, and it sparks a reaction in Alex. She raises her eyebrows. In...surprise? “Really. I didn't...” she breathes out sharply through her nose, “...I didn't have anywhere else to go.”

Alex narrows her eyes once more and crosses her arms, physically closing herself off from the gratitude. Kara bites back a disappointed sigh.

But after a moment, Alex shifts somewhat uncomfortably, looking at the floor. Her mouth pulls to one side, in a manner Kara immediately recognizes as 'begrudging acceptance.'

“...Well I sincerely doubt that, but. You're welcome.”

It should be sad, that that's the nicest thing her sister has said to her alter ego in weeks, but Kara's too busy beaming at this development.

There's a lengthy, awkward pause that follows. And Kara doesn't immediately catch it, as she feels fairly comfortable, seated there, in Alex's apartment, smiling like a goofball.

Alex, though, is tense, looking at her somewhat expectantly. And it's only then that Kara realizes that while it's not a problem for Kara Danvers to hang out here, Supergirl has very much overstayed her welcome.

“Oh, I—” Kara clears her throat. “I guess I should go.” She stands to leave, when a fresh wave of nausea hits.

And she must look flushed, as she desperately glances as Alex, because she's already rolling her eyes, waving her towards the kitchen.

“Go, go,” she insists, and Kara rushes back to the garbage can. “Didn't realize Supergirl was such a lightweight,” she grumbles, just loud enough for Kara to hear between gags.

It's not as bad, this time around, because there's not much left to heave up. Once she's finished, she unsteadily makes her way back to the chair, and is surprised to see that Alex has moved it closer to the window, and that her sister is in the process of opening the blinds.

“Sit,” she says simply. When Kara stares at her blankly, she huffs. “You need sunlight to recover, right? So.” She gestures towards the now-open window. “Sunlight.”

“...Thanks,” Kara says, and does as she's told. “I'll...I won't stay long, I promise. Just a few minutes to ease the nausea—”

“No, don't—Just. Sit there.” Alex holds up a hand, making a kind of 'stay put' gesture. “I don't want any more messes to clean up, you already ruined one of my tablecloths.”

“Sorry.”

“And stop apologizing, God.”

“Sor—” Alex shoots her a mercurial glare, “—okay.”

Alex sighs, and runs a hand through her short hair, before moving towards her bedroom. Kara allows her attention to drift a little, not wanting to make this any weirder for Alex, even though this totally wouldn't be weird under normal, pre-memory-wipe circumstances.

Kara silently curses Haley, eyes drifting shut as she relaxes under the soft, warm light of the early morning sunrise.

She can distantly hear Alex opening and closing drawers, cabinets. Probably getting ready for the rest of the day.

She drifts off a bit, after that, only to be shaken out of sleep by her boot vibrating.

“Wzzzt?” She pitches forward. “Wzz...oh.” It's her phone.

She starts to reach for it, wondering who would be calling her at this hour. She turns to look at the clock on Alex's mantle, startled to see Alex standing in the living room area. She's turned away, facing the TV, one hand on her hip, the other holding her phone.

Huh, that's funny, that she's on the phone too—

Kara freezes, eyeing the buzzing phone in her boot.

Alex is still turned away; she carefully extracts the device and checks the glowing screen.

ALEX CALLING.

Kara's just about to shove the phone back into her boot when Alex turns.

Kara hurriedly mimes pressing the 'answer' button, nearly dropping the phone in the process.

“Uh...hello? I mean. Ah. Hello.” She makes sure to hit the 'send to voicemail' option as discreetly as possible. “...I, uh. Right. Yes. I'll be there...shortly. To do that...thing, we agreed to...do.”

She pretends to end the call, watching as Alex does the same.

“That was, uh, a...colleague,” Kara feels like she has to really sell the ruse. “Another...superhero. We have, ah...a thing? To do, so. I...I should really go.”

Alex is clearly both unimpressed and unconvinced by the rambling, but doesn’t care enough to question her further. She just nods.

“Right,” she says, all business. “Just. If your powers don't come back right away, you'll need to change the bandage. And clean it—obviously, we were short on supplies, so it's not my best work...”

“I will. Promise,” Kara says with a smile and a nod. “Thanks again, Director Danvers.”

She moves past Alex, headed for the front door. As she does so, her sister sighs.

“I think...in light of the whole...late night, emergency surgery thing...” she says, “you can call me Alex.”

Kara has one hand on the doorknob, but she pauses, and looks back over her shoulder.

“...Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Alex says, but hurriedly adds, “In the field, though, it’s still ‘Director Danvers.’”

Kara looks at the living room rug. “So...does this mean we're friends now?”

Alex rolls her eyes again.

“Don't push it,” she says. “We're friendly. Not friends.”

Kara narrows her eyes dramatically.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Because...I mean. I'm pretty sure I remember some mutual bonding over our hatred of Haley.”

“There was no bonding, you were drunk.”

“We could make a dartboard with her photo!”

“You're feeling better, obviously. You can leave, now.”

“Seriously. I'll pay for the darts.”

And, Kara knows Alex is fighting it, but she can see her smile, even as she puts her hands on her hips and attempts to be mean.

“Who knew Supergirl was such a giant dork, geez,” she exclaims, nudging Kara aside and grabbing the door. “You're worse than my sister.”

At which point, Kara is politely, if also somewhat physically, kicked out of Alex's apartment, but she can hear her sister still snickering behind the door.

Kara smiles as she makes her way to the stairwell at the end of the hall.

“Oh yeah. Definitely friends.”

NOTES:

- I think it’s clear I know nothing about emergency medicine OR alcohol. In spite of being related to individuals who are very familiar with both. - Title from Andrew Gold’s “Thank You for Being a Friend” 

[hailqiqi]

End of Year Fic Meme

I wasn’t tagged, unless you count those ‘and anybody who wants to do it!’ tags. But I saw this and wanted to do it and I want to see what the people I tag reply with so god-damn-it I am doing it.

Under the cut ‘cause it’s long as heck.

Stats:

List of Fics Posted:

Smile

Shallura Drabble

The Good Type of Snitch

The Choices We Make, The Lives We Lead

Quiet Shimmers in the Snow

The Future in Snippets

 Total number: 6 Total word count: 17,114

Ship/character breakdown: Smile – Kataang - Katara POV

Shallura – Allura POV

Snitch – Pidgance – Pidge POV

Choices – Pidgance – Lance POV

Shimmers – Pidgance – Lance/Pidge/Lance POV

Snippets – Pidgance – Pidge POV

Characters that had the main focus:

I think Pidge edges Lance out for POVs, but not by much.

Specifics:

Best/worst title? Best title:  The Good Type of Snitch. Worst title:  The Future in Snippets (by far. What was I thinking.)

Best/worst first line?

Best: “The market was beside one of the most spectacular ice rinks Lance had ever seen.”

Worst:  Oooh, a toss up between “The ruckus of a hundred students finding and settling into seats reverberates throughout the hall and hits Katara like a shockwave, making her stop just inside the door.” (wordy much?) and “Pidge grumbled under her breath as she shuffled down the hall to her hanger.” (omg how did I miss a misspelling in the first line)

Best/worst last line?

Best:  “The warmth in her chest had nothing to do with the jacket.”  But I feel like “And the Ambassador certainly won’t notice they’re missing - at least not while he’s passed out underneath the canape table.” should come in second here.

Worst: So 4/6 fics end with some version of ‘he/she said ‘Okay’.’  Worst line goes to “C’mon then. Let’s go on a date!” which was written in purely to avoid him saying ‘Okay’.

General questions:

Looking back, did you write more fics than you thought you would this year, less than you thought, or about what you predicted? Well, I intended to do 6 for Kataang Week and I did …only 1… but 5 others. So hmm.  I definitely wasn’t expecting to write for anything else, I haven’t written fic for fun in about 15 years so it was a nice change!!!  Big thanks to Morie @octaviainthewasteland for getting me back into this.

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted last year? Pairing: Pidgance Genre: NSFW Fandom: Voltron, I suppose? What’s your favorite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest. The Choices We Make, The Lives We Lead. Which is ironically my least popular pidgance story by miles.

Okay, NOW your most popular story.

By Comments: The Future in Snippets By kudos: The Good Type of Snitch By hits: Quiet Shimmers in the Snow

(See? Choices gets no love!) Story most underappreciated by the universe? Choices! I dunno why, I really like the atmosphere of it. It draws me in every time I read it. Story that could have been better? Smile, definitely. That was the first thing I wrote this year after a year of writing nothing (I participated a bit in Kataang Week last year just because there needs to be more people in it) and you can definitely tell my writing needed polishing.

Quiet Shimmers in the Snow annoys me, tbh. When I sat down to write it I thought ‘fuck logic, let’s just have fun and be happy’ and created this big romantic world but the thought that ‘there isn’t really a story here to tell’ always niggles at me. It’s probably what makes it so hard to write. Sexiest story? Snippets. Though there’s really not enough sex considering it was meant to be NSFW practice. Saddest story? I don’t really do sad. Choices, maybe? Most fun? Shimmers.  It’s a first date with alien ice skating, fairies and Christmas markets. C’mon. Story with single sweetest moment? Smile

“That means the pretty girl must be looking at him again.

He looks around, a grin already forming on his lips, expecting her to jump and duck her head like she always does. But this time bright blue eyes meet his gaze head-on and he feels the breath leave his lungs in a sudden woosh. Her hair tumbles over her shoulders and a deep red blush spreads over her dark complexion. How did he ever look away from her before?

He feels light-headed. The pretty girl isn’t pretty. She’s beautiful.

She lifts a hand and waves, a small smile spreading shyly across her lips. He smiles back, warmth filling his chest, and then the lecturer calls for everyone to pay attention and the moment is gone.”

Writing about The Sweeties means sweetness is always coming. I love it.

 Hardest story to write? Both Smile and the Shallura drabble, I think. I was doing both more out of obligation than a real inspiration to write (unfortunately I only seem to obsess about one thing at a time). Quiet Shimmers in the Snow has been giving me a heap of trouble past the first chapter, too (really it was meant to be a one-shot, but Misty insisted that I needed to have them actually ice-skate so I thought I’d shoe-horn a few other tumblr prompts into it).

What I’m getting from this question is that anything I’m not writing specifically and solely because I want to write it is hard to write.

Easiest/most fun story to write? The Good Type of Snitch. That was a hell of a lot of fun.

Did any stories shift your perceptions of the characters? Nah, none of my writing’s that deep, fam.  It’s all fluff and funsies.

Most overdue story? Uh, probably Quiet Shimmers in the Snow since it’s made up of tumblr prompts from like… 3 months ago??

Smile is also part 1 of 5? 6?.  Part 2 is sitting finished, Part 3 is like half-way done. Kataang Week was back in July!  ( @chel-burr do you still wanna tackle the rest of them?)

Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them? Starting writing again, just in general! Snitch was a huge risk because it was my first foray into writing again and also written as a birthday surprise for someone who’s writing I admire immensely ( @octaviainthewasteland , looking at you here!). I was actually a little nervous about that because Morie’s stuff is always so well-thought-out with expansive settings and twists and emotions and mine is like...fluff with two people talking.  I suppose I learnt that I enjoy writing, people enjoy reading my rubbish, and that people always enjoy surprise birthday fics?

Snippets is another big risk – it wasn’t planned when I started, and I just kind of randomly decided that I needed to learn to write NSFW so…there we go. The plot came after the first chapter. I learnt that emotional context is what really makes a smut scene go, that people really like NSFW stuff and interact with it more (this is the only one of my fics that people interact with me on tumblr about), that I actually need to learn to write group dialogue, and that I really can’t stick to angst to save my fucking life because despite my careful planning my head keeps going YOU CAN MAKE THEM HAPPY NOW JUST DO THIS!!!! (I’m writing fanfictions of my own damn fanfiction in my mind because I want to them to just smile already jfc)

What are your fic writing goals for next year? So I’m in the Plance Zine and the Tiny Adventures Zine, the Pidge Big Bang and the Voltron Kink Bang …. So to complete all of those on time!!

I also want to work through that list of prompts from months ago, and my piece for the Voltron Kink Bang is going to be the first part to a gigantic soap opera epic that I’ve had planned in my head for months and never intended to write – I want to have at least half of that written and posted by December 2018. And hopefully that goal will stop me from chickening out of the Voltron Kink Bang because there’s still a part of me that wants to accidentally miss the check-in.

And, for funsies, I wanna have two completely new fics that aren’t planned at all right now done and dusted in these 12 months.  What will they be? Who knows! Finding out is half the fun!

Tagging everyone who’s writing I want to know more about... Okay there’s a lot of you.  @octaviainthewasteland @mistyhollowpro (pleeeeease tell me you’re actually writing that soulmates au) @sp4c3-0ddity @mindatworkk @dupreerose @purpleplatypusbear21 @s-n-arly @fanwright @fanart-rainbox （妳的同人文也算哦！） @bel-ina @polarishpd (I am still not over that last chapter of Robots and Love) @thisiswhereifall @amillionsmiles @radiantcerulean and I know there’s more but I’m meant to actually be working so...

[rofics]

Jungkook get’s what Jungkook wants.

Fandom: BTS and Exo Pairing:  Minseok x Jungkook Genre: smut and fluff Au: Idol verse Length: 4.5k

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Summary:

Jungkook has set his eyes on Minseok... and Minseok is... hesitant, but Jungkook get's what Jungkook wants even if it takes a little flaunting of his body.

Minseok felt dirty, there was no other way around it. He had always thought he had a type, cute and young looking… BUT VERY MUCH LEGAL! Also known as his type was Lu Han, until Lu Han suddenly wasn’t there anymore.

He had seen it coming if he was completely honest with himself, he knew that SM didn’t treat the Chinaline right. He could feel it just by being part of Exo M and knowing he was getting treated better. At first he had thought it would become better with town, but it didn’t… It just didn’t.

Yifan had been the first one to call it quits, and then it was Minseok’s Lu Han. He knew that Lu Han loved him, but he also knew that both him and Lu Han was adults and they needed to look at the bigger picture. Neither of them was sure if Lu Han would be able to survive it with his mental state in tact.

The goodbye between them was bittersweet, but it was for the best and both of them knew that it would never work long distance not with SM still owning Minseok’s soul and Lu Han about to take part of a lawsuit against them.

But was not the really important for the story at hand. Jungkook was 17 the first time he cheekily slithered up to Minseok the first time. So in all respect it probably wasn’t as confident as Minseok remembered it, but Jungkook could fall over and Minseok would still be there clapping at him.

So what is the problem with that you ask? Relationships between idols that fans didn’t know about was a lot more common that people would probably think, and Jungkook was attractive no doubt about it.

The thing was that he was 7 years younger than Minseok and as Junmyeon had told him with a scolding tone. That shit ain't legal. Okay maybe not with those words, but something close by.

Even if Minseok’s sanity was at stake Jungkook didn’t seem to care. He seemed to take pride in driving Minseok as insane as possible, which wasn’t hard. He normally liked teasing, god knows that Lu Han was a giant tease, the difference was that he couldn’t do anything about it. He couldn’t reach out and just touch Jungkook, so Minseok did what any adult would do when a 17 year old wanted to get in their pants… He ran away with his metaphorical tail between his legs.

So it worked out very well in the start, until Jongin had to go and decide that he wanted to tap the butt of a certain BTS leader. Which suddenly made it a lot harder to avoid the youngest BTS member who seemed fine with just tagging along with Namjoon and spend time with Minseok not giving the older a chance to say no.

At first Minseok thought that Junmyeon would be the responsible one and tell Jungkook he couldn’t be there, and what he was doing was wrong, but even his own leader seemed to be against Minseok as he just shrugged giving Jungkook a cookie before leaving the two idols alone.

Jungkook seemed happy about chewing in his cookie while talking happy to Minseok, not the that older really listened if he had to be honest. Jungkook had been hitting the gym recently without a doubt, the sleeves of his white t-shirt was stretched around his bicep and Minseok was 90% sure that the shirt was too small. Because there was no way it was legal for it to be hugging the others upper body so close, that… wasn’t okay.

He more or less sat on his hands to make sure he didn’t touch the younger, and tried to have an actual intellectual conversation because there was a chance that the younger really just wanted to talk with him.

But that idea quickly got shut down when Minseok made a comment about his shirt as he showed Jungkook out Jungkook just looked at him very seriously. “I want you to stop looking at me like I’m a child. I’m gonna make you realize that I am a man, you are going to be mine.”

With those words the younger left, but not before leaning down to kiss Minseok’s cheek because the fucker was taller than him already. Minseok glared at Baekhyun who was laughing at his misery… Just... Just fuck Minseok’s life.

Time went on, and Jungkook kept stressing out Minseok. While yes Jungkook was legal now, but he was also so young. He should pick somebody else, anybody else, he shouldn’t stick himself to Minseok! He could do so much better!

The thing was that Jungkook didn’t want anybody else, he just wanted Minseok and when he had decided he wanted something he was going to get it, and nobody could stop him. He was annoyed and angry that Minseok refused to take him serious.

The were more or less dancing around the subject, Jungkook trying to push softly, trying to give Minseok a little of space as well. He couldn’t lie to Jungkook he knew that Minseok liked him as well, or at least found him very attractive. Jungkook could often feel Minseok’s stare glued to his thighs and upper body, Minseok could at least not deny that!

But as time went on Jungkook was no longer happy with slowly pushing, he was tired of dancing around it. Also Minseok couldn’t hide behind being straight! He knew that was a bloody lie!

It late an evening, having used Namjoon to know that most of Exo was back home, but had left Minseok in the training room since the oldest were not happy with his performance and wanted to practice Jongin staying behind to help him, but a quick text to the dancer solved that quickly, so when Jongin left to get water (Or just leave to fuck Namjoon, the last sounded a lot more logical.)    

 Jungkook half kicked the door close behind him and locked it getting Minseok’s attention. “Jungkook-ah?” the older looked… nervous, which he had a good reason to since Jungkook was wearing a smirk and a low cut loose tanktop showing of his collarbones and arms.

“Hey hyung,” Jungkook’s voice sounded like sin as he slowly took step after step towards the other idol. Each step forward was another one backwards for Minseok who now suddenly felt like he was not the slightly pedophile predator. (Which that would be impossible Jungkook was legal. Young but legal)

Jungkook smirked a little when Minseok finally ran out of floor to back up against. Instead ending with his back against the wall “Uhm, I think you are in the wrong company.” Minseok was slightly stuttering something he wasn’t to proud of, Jungkook really shouldn’t be able to do this to him.

But the younger didn’t seem in the mood for chit chat. “You like me, or at least you find me attractive and you are avoiding me, and it’s pissing me off.”

Well that was a little on the nose. “Jungkook…”

“No! I am tired of this, I am not a child! I am an adult,” he pressed his body full up against Minseok, “you feel this body. It’s an adult body. Stop treating me like a kid.”

Minseok had to focus very hard on Jungkook’s face to ignore the hard body pressed against him. The thing was that Jungkook was a lot taller than Minseok and as he placed his arms on the mirror behind Minseok effectively caging him him in against it like some kind of over dramatic school drama. “I am much older than you!” He wasn’t even sure why he was fighting it anymore, he wanted Jungkook, but it still felt so wrong. He was so young he could do so much better.

“I don’t want better! I want you!”

Oh… he had accidentally said that outloud.

“I’m 8 years older than you! I am taking advantage of you!” Minseok just looked sad at Jungkook. For the first time allowing himself to raise his hand to Jungkook’s cheek and pet it softly. “You can do so much better, I can’t just do a one night stand that is not how I am!”

Minseok couldn’t think of something that would hurt more than having Jungkook and then be forced to let him go, to give him up. But Jungkook wasn’t having it, he was not going to accept this. He was not going to accept rejection until Minseok told him to his face that he didn't want him, until he stopped using the idea he was ‘doing it’ for Jungkook.

“Shut up! Stop pretending this is for me! This is because you are scared! This is not because of me!” Jungkook glare was hard now, he was not going to accept this! “Tell me you don’t want me. Tell me right now while looking me in the eyes that you don’t want me. That you don’t find me attractive. Tell me that right now and I will leave and I won’t seek you out again, but don’t you dare use my age as an excuse when we both know that it’s a lie!”

Minseok was fully boxed in against the mirror and there was no way he could get out of this. He had to have this talk with Jungkook hand still resting on the younger cheek. “I can’t say that…” he couldn’t lie to Jungkook not about this, even if he wanted what was best for younger it still wasn’t in his ability to lie.

“Just give in, I promise we can be good,” Jungkook leaned down to nuzzle the older idols neck, “it’s okay.”

Could you really blame Minseok? How was he supposed to say no to this? He knew he should, but he couldn’t. This was simply to much for him, he didn’t answer Jungkook. Answering just seemed… seemed like it was final instead he gave into the urges he had tried to hide deep in himself. He raised himself onto the tip of his toes to press a kiss to Jungkook surprisingly coarse lips he really needed to stop licking them and start using chapstick.

Jungkook more or less took it like Minseok was surrendering himself to him, finally giving into the clear attraction that was present between them. He  would be lying if he said he had much experience at all while yes he had fooled around a little with Yugyeom he was far from practiced. After he had set his eyes on Minseok everything else seemed like it would be a waste of time, he wanted Minseok so he was going to get him.

Minseok could no longer stop himself from placing his hands on those firm thighs that had been in so many of his dreams, pulling Jungkook closer to him and even if it was him being boxed against the mirror and him being so much shorter he had no problem taking control over the kiss Jungkook following him like a good little puppy opening his lips to let Minseok explore his mouth.

He felt a shudder run through Jungkook’s body as Minseok without thinking about it tightened his grip on the youngers thighs. Oh… Well that made everything more fun.

As if to test again he put more pressure on Jungkook’s form thighs helping the younger slide a thigh between his legs giving both of them something to grind again. Minseok couldn’t stop himself from finding it kinda cute that Jungkook had been so much of a predator and he had been the one to start this, but as soon as you actually put him in the situation it turned out he had no idea what actually to do. He was just a puppy with many emotions and the need to be loved.

“Hyung.” Jungkook’s moan was low and with Minseok’s mouth pressed against his it almost wasn’t audible.

The honorific was no longer teasing as it had been earlier, and Minseok would lie if he said it wasn’t making blood run south. While Lu Han had been younger than him it had been by less than a month so he had never used honorifics, and when he did use them even as a joke it was the chinese ones instead.

Minseok wasn’t sure what he had expected out of Jungkook, with the way that the younger had went after him. Jungkook had made it seem like he had a lot more experience than he really had, but Minseok found that he actually prefered Jungkook like this, it was kinda cute. As cute as a guy much taller than him and much more built could ever be, but he also had to think it over. “It’s okay to back down Kookie. I promise we won’t go back to square one, but you shouldn’t push yourself.”

Jungkook was not having it, he was not going to let Minseok go now! They were going to fuck! “No, I want this.” Jungkook was still hovering his face right in front of Minseok’s face, so he pushed back in for a slightly awkward kiss, because Jungkook was still not amazing at it and the angle was weird.

But he couldn’t let Minseok talk or think too much, bad things happened when ever Minseok was allowed to think too much over stuff and that was not an option. But he couldn’t force Minseok either, that was rape and Namjoon-hyung had had a long conversation about consent before he had even agreed to take Jungkook to the Exo dorm the first time. At least it was better than Seokjin-hyung’s birds and bees conversation, Jungkook would like to bleach his brain from the fact that it ever happened.

And Minseok’s hands on him felt so good. How Minseok was pushing him close by his thighs. He knew the older vocalist loved his thighs, Jungkook had good thighs. Jungkook broke the kiss as they both needed the human function of breathing. “Don’t you wanna fuck me hyung?” He had felt how Minseok had reacted to being called hyung unsarcastically.

Jungkook could feel how Minseok stiffened a little in his posture. “You want me to fuck you?” he sounded actually surprised, like he had expected something else.

“Of course!” Did Minseok think Jungkook was just fucking around? He wanted the whole thing, while yes he wanted weird fluffy stuff and cuddles with Minseok as well, but he also wanted Minseok to fuck him.

“But you are taller and broader than me?”

Jungkook just looked confused as he cocked his head to the side looking weird at Minseok. “But Seokjin-hyung is much taller and broader than Kyungsoo-hyung? And they don’t do it that way!”

Minseok somehow managed to choke on air. “Don’t say that! I don’t wanna know what they get up to! If you talk out loud about it Kyungsoo will appear from thin air and kill you, don’t risk it.” It was kinda an awkward situation they were standing in, Minseok was still rutting into the other's thick thighs between his legs and Jungkook himself hadn’t been able to stop his hips movements either and their faces were so close that they could feel each breath the other was taking.

“Does that mean you don’t wanna fuck me?” Had Jungkook really gotten it so wrong?

“I thought you would want to fuck me!” Minseok was deeply blushing at that point.

Jungkook just stared at him with big eyes and mouth hanging slightly open. Minseok could almost see the cogs turning in his head, but he wasn’t sure what was actually going on in the others pretty head, until Jungkook hesitantly answered. “Why would I want that?” He really seemed like he didn’t get it.

Yes… why did Minseok think that even after having his hands on Jungkook, had he just assumed it since Jungkook was bigger than him, that was ridiculous. “I… I want to fuck you if you still want that.” Yeah Minseok really did want to fuck Jungkook now that he thought about it.

The younger didn’t answer instead he kissed Minseok again, they made out for awhile Jungkook seeming happy just grinding against him. “Here?” Minseok was out of breath as he asked.

Jungkook nodded. “Yeah… I wanna see,” he then smiled an up to no good smile, “I brought lube!” he pulled a small container of lube out of his ass hugging jeans, because Jungkook’s jeans might actually be magic.

Minseok didn’t need to think much about it after that as he went to rid first himself and then Jungkook of their shirts running his hands up Jungkook’s upper body in awe. Yes his own group mates looked good as well, especially Jongin like the dream body, but he wasn’t Jungkook. Plus Minseok didn’t feel like getting murdered by Namjoon for looking his boyfriend to much over. Oh Namjoon might seem nice on the surface, but the leader was smart and fiercely protective, nobody would ever find Minseok’s body again.

Jungkook more whined in pleasure than moaned as Minseok ran the tips of his fingers of his nipples, it was a very sensitive area for Jungkook. “Just get on with it! Hyung! No teasing!” Of course Jungkook was an impatient person, and he hated being teased.

  “Okay baby.” He kissed the side of Jungkook’s mouth before putting work into Jungkook’s belt and zipper. One day he wanted to take Jungkook apart slow with all the time in the world, but he also wasn’t stupid and he knew that the time wasn’t now, not in the middle of their practice room where anybody could walk in.

Getting Jungkook’s tight jeans off turned out to be a lot harder than it had seemed to start with. Not only did he have to be mindful of Jungkook’s still very prominent erection, he also had to deal with Jungkook whining and doing the snake every time he touched his inner thighs, because yes in general… Jungkook was a sensitive boy, and it didn’t get better by how Taehyung liked to pinch his inner thighs at signings under the table until Jungkook was close to crying over both the pain and sexual frustration. Taehyung was a minx, how did Baekhyun and Chanyeol deal with him?! But that was a story for another day.

Finally he managed to peel Jungkook’s tight leather pants down, wondering for a second if Jungkook had actually managed to steal the pants from that performance that every person on the internet seemed to be drooling over. Which yeah he could appreciate those, but damn they were tight, “Condom?” Minseok half mumbled placing a hickey low on Jungkook’s collarbone, he wasn’t stupid enough to place it in a position where it could be seen by the public.

“I… uhm…” Jungkook seemed to have a little trouble focusing with Minseok touching his naked thighs at the same time as he was sucking on his collarbone. “Didn’t bring one.”

That made Minseok stop all movement and looking worried at Jungkook. “What?”

Jungkook looked ashamed as he blushed and looked away. “I forgot to bring one… but I’m clean!” He looked hopeful at Minseok he really wanted to get fucked.

“So am I, but that isn’t good enough! Safe sex or no sex!” That was one point that he was not going to give up on, yes he might fuck Jungkook in their practice room, but he was not going to do it without a condom. He was a good example!

“But Hyung!” Jungkook's attitude was slightly bratty, and he was full on pouting now. “I can't get pregnant!” He really couldn’t see why Minseok was refusing to fuck him, he knew that safe sex was important, but not more important than this? Right?

Minseok just shook his head. “No, I can get you off, but we are not having sex without a condom. Safe sex or no sex.” God he wanted to fuck Jungkook he really did, but he was not going to do it this way.

Jungkook seeming to understand that this was an argument he wouldn’t win still half naked with his pants around his knees he lightly cooked his head to the side as if thinking before he finally found an alternative. “What if you fucked my thighs?”

The half look of a predator was back on Jungkook’s eyes and Minseok was speechless for a few seconds simply lost for words. “Uhm.”

“Hyung please, I promise I have good thighs I can press them close so it’s really tight for you!”

“Yeah.” Nobody ever said that Minseok was good with his words when he was aroused, not that you could blame him. The thought of fucking Jungkook amazing thighs was one that should be on everybodys dream list.

Jungkook didn’t need much more of a consent before pushing the lube into Minseok’s hands, and getting down on all fours pretty much in the middle of the room having a good view of himself in all the mirrors around him. Tight pants still stuck around his knees, but it didn’t seem to bother the younger as he lightly shook his ass in the direction of Minseok.

While yes Minseok was not gonna actually do anything to Jungkook’s ass, the view there infront of him was breathtaking. Getting down on his knees behind the younger Minseok couldn’t stop himself from lightly running his hands over the ass infront of him cupping a feelings coursing both of them to moan out a little. Jungkook for being touched, and Minseok for finally getting to touch.  “No teasing!”

Jungkook was slightly whiny like this it seemed to Minseok, but he did agree with Jungkook it really wasn’t the time for teasing, and he quickly popped open the cap of the lube spreading some over his own hand before transferring it to the inside of Jungkook’s thighs. Yeah they felt about as good as they looked and the sounds Jungkook was making made it even better, especially when Minseok brushed up against his balls.“You are so sensetive baby.”

Minseok did notice a few marks that Jungkook had on the inside of his thighs, but they looked a lot more like somebody had been nipping him with their fingers than actually hickies so he couldn’t get himself to be jealous.

When Minseok felt that the others thighs was lubed up right he lightly tapped the outside of his thighs as to show him to push them together, which Jungkook was more than happy to do for him.

The youngers thighs glistening with the lube pushed together just waiting for him to fuck them was an amazing visual. Minseok pushed down his own loose shorts he had used for dance practice pushing his boxers down with them. He gave himself a few quick jerks just to make sure he was properly hard, which yes he was and had been for a while.

As he guided his erection in between the tight space between Jungkook’s things he was trying to think of the most unsexy things he could. He knew he wasn’t a kid and he really shouldn’t come fast, but he also knew that this was mind blowing for him and would very likely be pushing his limits for stamina. God he had been hard so long, and even before that he hadn’t really touched himself because every time he did he would think of Jungkook.

Jungkook’s reactions to Minseok’s touch were amazing, and Minseok couldn’t even imagine how good it would be when he finally got to have him. With every push in Jungkook would meet his thrust and even tightening his thighs a little more, just like he would do with his inner muscles if Minseok had actually been inside him. “Please touch me.” Jungkook’s voice was breathy and whiny when he made the request, which Minseok was much than happy to fill.

Wrapping his hand around Jungkook’s erection he focused on pumping him in the same tempo as he was fucking him, matching thrusts and pumps as best as he could. It was clear that Jungkook was after all very young as Minseok could sense how close to the edge Jungkook already was.

“Hyung!” Jungkook’s entire body was shaking now, and it was clear that Jungkook was so close and he only needed one more little push towards the edge before he had to give in. Which Minseok was more than happy to give. At the same time as he did one hard thrust the tip of his dick grazing against Jungkook’s balls at the same time as he run his thumb over the tip of his dick while he lightly nipped at Jungkook’s shoulder.

“Look in the mirror Kookie, look how pretty you are for me while getting your thighs fucked, so pretty.”

That was it for Jungkook as he came all over Minseok’s hand and the way his thighs muscles tightened around Minseok was enough to push the older over the edge as well.

For a while they were just sitting like that Jungkook on all fours while Minseok was leaning over Jungkook’s back trying to catch his breath. It was then they heard a bag being dropped at the door Junmyeon standing in the door bag at his feets and key in hand staring at them.

For a moment they just all awkwardly at each other before Junmyeon just sighed. “This is what happens when you raise kids without a dad. One fucks another group's maknae in the dance room we all have to use and the other fucks his boyfriend in a broom closet at an award ceremony… I give up.” The Exo leader mumbled for himself and then he just turned around and left… probably to call said dad. God Minseok didn’t really want Kris to hear about this.

Authors note:

This is lightly linked to my Jongin x Jungkook story and my Sehun x Jimin x Lu Han story!

I hope you guys liked this story and this request!

- Prussia

[cvioleta]

This one was fun so I’m doing it twice.  Thanks to @narwhals-eat-bacon for the new questions!

Da rules:

-Always post the rules - Answer the questions given to you by the person who tagged you - Write 11 questions of your own. - Tag 11 people.

Questions for me:

1.What is your biggest flaw?  -  Making the easy choice too often.  Working under my actual ability level in order to avoid criticism, avoiding risks.  Trying to fix it...

2.What group political/fandom gets on your nerves the most? - Is all of them an answer?   jk but politically I don’t like extremists or hypocrites on either end of the spectrum, and fandom wise I think the two most annoying groups are (a) people who send anon hate and (b) people who can’t distinguish between fantasy and real life so they’re having fits over incest ships and underage ships and ships loosely based upon characters that were mean to each other in comics twenty years ago.  

3.Do you still live where you grew up? - Same country, different and much warmer state!

4.What country do you live in and do you like it?  U.S. and yes, I do.  I like how much freedom we have and I like that we have great technology and lots of conveniences. I am an Amazon Prime, 5G wifi and air conditioning kind of girl. I would not do well anywhere those things don’t exist.

5.Favourite song? - Ride, Lana del Rey.  Could be my theme song. I love the open road.

6.Favourite quote?  -  I’ll sleep when I’m dead.

7.Top 3 favourite actors? - Harrison Ford, Jared Leto, Ryan Gosling

8.Have you lost any friends due to political beliefs? - Not political beliefs exactly but I had people get upset because I asked them logical questions about theirs.  “Because that’s what my parents believe/that’s how I was raised” is not an answer. You need to be able to explain why you’re on a side.  Yourself.  I’ll respect you if you’re different from me but I won’t respect you if you can’t explain your positions.

9. Favourite YouTube video guaranteed to make you laugh? - I’m a sucker for any of the funny animal compilations (as long as no animals get hurt)

10.Would you describe yourself as a feminist?  - Good question. I wouldn’t have said that a few years ago but I feel like we’re seeing more, not less examples of men just thinking they can walk all over women.  So now I feel like I’m turning into one.

11.How long have you been on this website? - about a year

OK 11 more questions for anybody who feels like doing them! 1.  What’s your earliest memory?

2.  What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done (if you’re comfortable posting it)

3.  What’s the first thing you’d buy if you won the lottery?

4.  If you could live in any country other than your own, where would you go?

5.  Do you like to go to school or are you more of a learn-by-doing person?

6.  Tell me something you like that you did not expect to like

7.  Favorite game to play online or on your phone?

8.  Are you a selfie taker or more likely to post pics of your pets?

9.  Best vacation you’ve ever been on?

10.  Favorite thing in your closet?

11.  Would you ever want to be on a reality show?

I’ll tag eleven, but this is an open invite to anybody reading this!  @endorathewitchwriter @lionessonthethrone @crystallinee-waters @sandalaris @velatavelenosa @madluv @chickadee333 @royal-flush-gang @greyjoyvs @harleyxxjoker @neander-wallace

[oumakokichi]

Hi, I wanted to rant a bit to you about people who hate on Ouma without understanding what type of character he is. I saw some people call him overrated and "useless to the plot", while just generally overlooking the type of impact he had to the game. One person even said he was only useful to chapter five and the rest he's just an annoying character. I got really mad towards these people but I didn't want to say anything because I get scared and shy easily. I thought you might listen to me :)

I understand your frustration—andthe getting scared and shy bit too! It can be overwhelming in a fandom as bigas DR to voice opinions on the games or the characters because as with any bigfandom, there are going to be a lot of differing opinions and the fear ofbacklash can be pretty intimidating. That was one of the reasons I was actuallynervous about starting up this blog in the first place, although thankfullyeveryone’s been very kind and welcoming to me since I did so!

I can understand why peoplemight not like Ouma as a person. In fact, I think it’s pretty understandable.Ouma does do and say very horrible things after all, and even though he has hisreasons for doing them, that doesn’t excuse them, nor does the narrative orOuma himself try to act like it does. I personally love him as a character andfind myself super interested and invested in everything he does, but I canunderstand why other people might not be able to put aside their personaldislike for the kinds of underhanded tactics he uses or the things he says inorder to like him.

However, I do think it’s alsotrue that there’s a certain degree of dislike associated with him in thewestern fanbase right now that’s almost entirely a result of: 1.)mistranslations and false information, and 2.) a certain association with Oumaof being “Komaeda 2.0” and a dislike for how popular he is without realizing oracknowledging why he is so popular. Isaw quite a lot of backlash here on Tumblr for Ouma in the days following thefirst results of the Japanese popularity poll; many people seemed to assumethat Ouma’s popularity was either “rigged” or an “annoying” result of him “justbeing a fan favorite even though he’s so horrible.”

I certainly don’t want to tryforcing my opinions on anybody. If people don’t like Ouma, they’re absolutelyfree not to, and that’s okay with me! People have different taste incharacters, and I can understand why people wouldn’t like or approve of Ouma’sactions. But saying that he’s “useless” to the plot or “doesn’t do anything,”or even questioning why he’s so popular when that poll was specificallytargeted towards Japanese people who have actually played the game (and didn’tneed any translations to do so or have any fake information) seems, in myopinion, to be missing the point a bit.

Ouma is central to the entire plot of ndrv3. He’s one of, if not the, mostimportant character to the main story (yes, even weighing out over Saihara andTsumugi in my opinion). People don’t have to like him, but these are the facts.Disliking Ouma won’t make him any less plot-relevant or important to thenarrative, nor will it change the fact that his themes as a character arelargely one and the same as the themes of ndrv3 as a whole. In a game that’sall about lies and especially about illusions or fabrications getting acceptedas reality, it’s not really a coincidence that the character most well-knownfor lying in the entire game happens to be as popular as he is.

Trying to discount Ouma’simportance to the story and the narrative would be like trying to say thatKirigiri was unimportant to the events of dr1. Similar to Kirigiri, Ouma is afigure who is neither a protagonist nor an antagonist, but a central figure touncovering the mysteries of the story, someone who fights behind the scenesagainst the mastermind/ringleader the entire time. Like Kirigiri, he refuses toput his trust blindly in people, even at the cost of making himself looksuspicious or unlikable (people tend to rather forget the fact that Kirigiriwas not well-liked by the dr1 castuntil very late into Chapter 6).

More than that, Ouma is the most central figure in keeping the groupalive. Without his diagrams, drawings, and plans, the group would never havereceived the items essential towards uncovering secrets and helping them accessmysteries within the school. The electric hammers, electric bombs, bug-catchingjar, and other items he had Miu make were the only reasons the group was ableto get as far as they did in later chapters.

Very much like Nanami in sdr2,Ouma as a character is essential to trying to keep the group alive—and even intrying to get them to work with one another instead of killing each other. It’sjust that where Nanami was a leader figure by encouraging them all to trust inher and in each other, Ouma worked in the opposite way, encouraging them toband together by putting himself up as an easy target to hate.

I could list all the ways inwhich Ouma’s actions are central to the plot or where he keeps the group aliveor functioning, but that would probably take far too long. Just to list a few,starting from Chapter 2 and onward, Ouma is the only one who recognizes thatMonokuma shows up to try and give them an incentive to kill each other wheneverthey start talking about friendship and cooperation. His calculated façade of “enjoyingthe game” and trying to stop everyone’s warm and fuzzy speeches about workingtogether are much more for the sake of trying to keep Monokuma at bay and thegame “more entertaining” for the audience than because he actually enjoys beinga force of chaos. Ouma’s “chaos” is actually exceptionally calculated, andalways targeted at ending the killing game.

In the Chapter 2 trial, he isthe only reason the trial doesn’t completely trail off with no one knowing whothe culprit is. He provides vital clues and hints about the fact that Kirumiwas the only one who could have done it, all while trying to act as if he’s nothelping. And had the whole group actually carried out his plan to get them allin one room and watch everyone’s motive videos together and discuss them, it’svery likely that a murder would’ve actually been avoided, or at least deterreduntil later on.

In Chapter 3, again Ouma is themost notable source of clues and hints which were necessary to keeping the groupalive and well. The only reason Saihara even participates in the kagonokoritual at all is because Ouma asked him to switch places with Kiibo. HadSaihara not been present, he would’ve had no way of knowing about any of theevents that took place directly at the time of Tenko’s murder. Ouma presentedhim and the rest of the group with clues about the kagonoko ritual book afterthe fact too, and was the only one tonotice the floorboard trap being set in all four rooms, not just the one whereTenko was killed (and he made sure to present this clue to them even though itgot him a literal concussion).

Ouma is the driving plot forceof Chapters 4 and 5, for better or worse. He does awful, morally questionablestuff, he says horrible things, he gets two people killed—I’m not really surehow anyone can actually play through ndrv3 and understand the text fully andsay Ouma is “useless” or “unimportant” to the plot here. It’s perfectlypossible to go through Chapters 4 and 5 not liking Ouma, hating him even, butthere’s not really any way to deny that he’s a central figure to the plot bythat point.

Not only that, but more andmore information keeps coming to light about him even after he’s dead and gone.Uncovering the truth of his moral code and his honest desire to end the killinggame is one of the most tragic things about Chapter 6, and it’s his trail ofbreadcrumbs which leads Saihara and the others to Amami’s lab, which helps themuncover the whole truth about the 2-person rule and the killing game show’scycle to keep repeating.

Ouma’s actions are full ofintentional ambiguity and riddles; he’s constantly challenging not only Saiharabut also the player themselves to see if they can decipher what’s true and what’snot in the things he says. The whole point of a second playthrough with anygame, and with a mystery game like ndrv3 in particular, is to go through andtry and spot what you missed on the first playthrough, to try and see whichmysteries are being foreshadowed or alluded to early on which might have flownright over your head when you were playing before. There are the obviousmysteries to decipher, like the truth of the outside world, Tsumugi’s status asthe ringleader, etc.—but there’s also Ouma himself.

Ouma is so undeniably importantto moving forward the plot of ndrv3, to Saihara’s growth as a protagonist, andto the themes of truth, lies, and the huge moral grey area that spans betweenthem. It’s entirely understandable to not like him for personal reasons or tofeel that he’s annoying out of personal dislike, but trying to trivialize hisimportance to the narrative or acting as if his unpopularity with otherportions of the fandom is unwarranted just because of personal dislike towardshim suggests a lack of understanding of what the real themes of ndrv3 were allabout.

I haven’t seen nearly as muchdislike for Ouma coming from members of the Japanese fanbase who have actuallyplayed the game fully. This isn’t definite proof of anything of course becausepeople’s tastes in characters will still vary due to individual preference, butit does suggest that playing the game without relying on preconceptions, fakerumors, and mistranslated information will give you a different perspective onOuma’s character and behavior.

Anyway, I’ve talked for longenough probably. Again, I can understand your frustrations anon! But all I canreally say is that it’s okay if people don’t like a character. It’s veryfrustrating when character hate gets tagged or made extremely public, moreso ifit seems like these people haven’t actually played the game yet for themselves(I track Ouma’s tags and I’ve seen similar stuff on a pretty regular basis),but it’s not really worth starting any kind of argument about. I started thisblog because I wanted to be able to provide people more accurate informationand clarification about the game and its characters—if I’ve managed to do thatmuch at the very least, then I’m happy!

Thank you so much for stoppingby! I’m always willing to listen to people in my inbox, and I really do find itfun to write about and discuss these kinds of things!

[fentonfamilyhunters]

Rule page for mobile users

Blog was created on the April 17 2017

Note: These rules are bit long (sorry about that!) however this is mostly due to me over explaining some bits because I do that a lot. The parts in bold are the most important parts.

RPing rules

No smut or anything suggestive - Even though Maddie is over the age of 18, I’m just under it (the last two digits of the year basically tell you my age)

Other forms of NSFW themes (e.g violence, gore) is allowed. Gore is allowed to some extent since mun has a weak stomach to most things.

Swearing is allowed. Though I don’t swear very often, if needed due to any kind of reason, I will avoid using swear words in threads with you.

I’m open to RP with any fandom, AUs, and OCs (either fandomless or for a fandom), and duplicates of my muse/muses who my muse has interacted with (I’m used to RPing with the multiverse theory after all). If a fandom in whole gives me issues, I will no longer RP with that fandom (so far, none has done this).

I will not RP with real life people (e.g. if you muse is a famous celebratory, YouTuber, etc). If you use real life face claims for you muse, I will RP with you 

You also do not need to make a verse for your muse to interact with mine.

I will also RP with anybody. I don’t care about age or gender or anything like that. All I care about is how you treat other people as well as me.

I will also RP with multimuse blogs. I have a multimuse blog so it would be hypocritical of me to not interact with them.

I will RP with non-mutuals however I expect, if you do wish to RP with me, that you have read my rules (the parts in bold) so you know the basics of what I’ll RP and what I won’t RP.

Please do not reblog threads if you are not a part of them/asked to be a part of them. If you like a thread you are not a part of, please leave a like instead.

You are allowed to be mean towards my muse and even hurt them. Please don’t kill them off without discussing it with me first.

No godmodding - the only time you are allowed to control my muse is if your muse is capable of overshadowing her or hypnotizing her/using mind control. I would prefer if you ask/let me know that you are going to do this before your muse does it.

I’m selective with ships on this blog. Even though she is married in a few verses, I am willing to ship her with others in different verses however they must be above the age of 18 and not too old (in the college verse, she’s in her 20’s and I don’t feel comfortable with shipping her in that verse with someone over the age of, idk, 40)

My muse will not know your muse unless they have met in canon or we have talked about them having pre-established relationship.

Please be aware that replies will be slow. I have multiple blogs and I come from a family who aren’t 100% healthy. I also have health issues that affect my hands and feet so that may also affect me.

Feel free to write starters for me to reply to. I’m rather shy (my brother says I may be socially awkward but I don’t know about that) so this is really helpful for me.

Muse=/=mun. Me and Maddie are two different people.

Ask rules

Similar to the RPing rules, I won’t be taking any asks that are suggestive or are trying to force anything like smut on my muse.

Feel free to ask questions/annoy Maddie.

You can even ask me, the mun, stuff as well. I promise that I don’t bite!

You are allowed to send in messages as characters to interact with Maddie (e.g. a news reporter). Please do not send in asks stating that you are my muse’s lover or anything like that when the character is not (basically if they are a OC and you are forcing a relationship on my muse). If you want our muses to know each other before hand, please discuss it with me!

I accept M!As however there are a few I may not do due to being uncomfortable with them/not really seeing the point of them. These are mostly ones which change her gender.

Rules concerning my muse

Maddie is protective of her family. You hurt them, you have to deal with her.

She’s smart and picks up on a lot of things. For example, when Vlad was listing things that he had ‘forgiven’ Jack for, she instantly picked out the ‘stealing you’ part.

Her jumpsuit has nothing but weapons (but no phone. Like, how???)

She will try to kill and examine your body if you are a ghost.

Due to how few Maddie blogs that are active that I can find, my Maddie can be your blog’s canon Maddie.

Maddie is good at fighting. Though she isn’t the strongest in the show (ghosts are stronger than humans), she is pretty strong when it comes to comparing her to other humans. She also has many weapons on her (she always seems to wear that jumpsuit. Fear the jumpsuit).

Tags

Tracking the tags ingenio technica and ingeniotechnica

All triggers will be tagged. I use two different tags; the word and the word with a ’/’ at the end (e.g. if it contains blood, the tags used would be ’#blood’ and ’#blood /’). If you need a post to have a specific/special tag (e.g. ’[name] don’t look’), feel free to tell me!

If I’ve missed a trigger, please tell me. I want to make this blog a safe and fun place for people to go to.

If I’m following you, please tag anything that mentions/shows spider(s) (that includes body parts as well) as ’#spiders’. Mun has a very bad case of arachnophobia.

As well as this, please tag posts containing tarantulas as ’#tarantulas’. They look like spiders and, again, affect my arachnophobia.

Following

This blog won’t be able to physically follow back due to being a side blog. The blog which will follow back is tiny-ghost-rp-hub. This also means I can only send asks on anon as well as will have to reply/use the IM feature to ask for starter if you post a like for a starter.

This blog talks about ghosts (though not all of them are dead people. Some just exist in their dimension). If you feel uncomfortable with this, feel free to not follow this blog/block this blog

If you don’t like this blog/wish to unfollow for a reason, go ahead. I will not ask why or anything like that.

To save you all from seeing hate, all hate messages this blog may receive will be deleted. Besides, I do not understand why you would send hate in the first place since you could do the smart thing and avoid this blog long with everything else you hate.

All p/o/r/n blogs that follow me and blogs that send me spam will be blocked.

I always read people’s rules (I expect people to read mine as well) however, if there is a password on yours, I won’t send them in. I’m rather shy (my brother says it might be social anxiety but idk) and I feel like I’d be a pain/annoying if I start sending you stuff so this is why I won’t do it.