#i'm also so pissed off on your behalf anon

[ixiot-ghostrebel]

Another sagau reader hearing someone insulting characters and going apeshit but when someone insults reader are like "......hmm shodul I drink hot chocolate or tea today?" This time ganyu( becose I still pissed at one guy who insulted her i her own story quest) bennet and nilou (another chance to make azar feel terror)

COMING RIGHT UP, ANON. THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING OMG 💀 I have been too dead without these requests, fr.

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When Someone Insults Ganyu, Bennett, and Nilou vs When Someone Insults Reader...

(Disclaimers: Might Be OOC, Mentions of Violence, & Quest/Genshin Impact Lore Spoilers!)

Ganyu

Okay, first of all: Yes, I am adding that stupid idiot cough Xin Cheng cough into this.

You were just following the Traveler and Paimon, joining Ganyu's Story Quest which, for some reason, was not completed yet. So, you decided to tag along to see Ganyu!

You weren't hyped when that beggar came out of nowhere and started to do all that fairytale stuff even you don't approve of—and you were someone that sticks themselves into your own head, thank you very much.

So when this man started to gain the audacity to insult Ganyu, you knew you had to step up and do something. No one, and you quite mean it, was going to insult her and get away with it.

"Hey!" You came out from your hiding spot (you're the Almighty Creator, you know it'll make the situation worse). "Just what the hell do you think you're doing, huh?"

Xin Cheng pales at the sight of your enraged figure. He stutters to make an excuse, but you cut him off. You're having none of it.

"Get your useless self out of here, before I decide to kick it down the mountains myself!"

To say that Ganyu was shocked that you were getting angry over a mortal was an understatement. She was beyond surprised that you even stood up for her.

But she did have to intervene with your threatening—after all, she is still an Adeptus. Protecting the people of Liyue was still her duty.

"Your Grace...Please let him go. I'm sure he already understands his mistake." Ganyu's soft voice only made your anger increase—she sounded so upset!

"Y-yes, please, Your Grace! I understand what I've done wrong, I—"

"Silence." You glare down at the mortal. Your turn back to Ganyu, and considered your choices. While you wanted to wreck absolute vengeance on this man, you also didn't want to hurt Ganyu's feelings more.

Guess you were going down Trauma Lane, then. You sigh, and stomp your feet as you turn around to glare at Xin Cheng, catching his petite form by surprise.

"If I ever see you do this again..." Your eyes narrow. "Believe me when I say it—you will be granted no mercy by any adeptus nor Rex Lapis himself. Now SCRAM!" With that, he was running for the hills. You weren't entirely satisfied, but you'll take it. For now.

What would Happen if Ganyu heard you get insulted? Well, first of all, she would gasp quietly to herself. What was this blasphemy? She's utterly horrified.

Ganyu thinks she might faint once she realizes you were nearby, checking out vendor goods next to where the gossipers were spilling terrible insults of your image.

"Y-Your Grace! Please accept my apology on behalf of the people of Liyue." Will literally run up to you and apologize for them. While she may not be the one who did it, she's still cares about the People of Liyue—and thus her reasoning as to why she's askign for the mercy of the Almighty Creator.

Your puzzled look turns to Ganyu. "Who are you apologizing for?" Ganyu blinks.

"The, uhm—the gossipers..?" You're still confused, until your eyes shine once recognition hits you like Truck-Kun.

"Ohhh, those dudes! Yeah, don't worry about them—they're pretty boring, saying the same thing like a broken record. Say—wanna shop with me? I'm paying, of course."

And that's how you got Ganyu to be more comfortable around you! :D

Bennett

Ah, our unlucky yet optimistic adventurer! This boy—he is good. He's cool, and he's rather awed by most of the kids in Mondstadt.

He was hanging out with Razor and Fischl when someone decides to insult him. this genuinely upsets him—after all, they were insulting his ability and his position in the Adventurer's Guild...

Already, Razor and Fischl were already up to defend him, but what they didn't expect is for the Almighty Creator (aka you) got to it first.

"I beg your pardon," you say through gritted teeth. "How exactly is having a bad luck aura got to do with ANYTHING related to being an adventurer?" You're glaring so many daggers you could practically say you were breaking all the walls. "Perhaps we'll see just how lucky you are when I send you to Dragon Spine and watch your dead corpses FREEZE TO DEATH?"

The insulters were paling the more you went on. Razor and Fischl aren't sure what to do—you're already there, dealing with the situation.

But Bennett? Well uh, like usual, his bad luck got the best of him, and he accidentally stumbles towards you (miraculously). He bumps into you, and you shift your gaze onto him.

"Uh—Sorry, Your Grace! I really didn't mean to bump into you, I swear!" Poor guy is scared because his bad luck affected him at the worst time of all. He thinks he might get killed.

You though? Oh, hell nah. Your gaze already soften, and you decided to show favoritism! You pull the boy into a hug, glaring at the insulters one more time as a warning to scram, before you go back to enjoying giving the boy affection!

But when Bennett hears you get insulted? Well, first of all, screw his bad luck because the insulters were quite literally telling him how bad of a Creator you were!

He immediately tries to avoid getting too deep into the discussion, trying to sway the topic elsewhere to no avail, and he pales when he realizes you were literally a few steps away from them!

And it seems his bad luck gets in the way again, because you just turned right as he was staring at you with shocked eyes!

However, instead of being mad, you were actually beaming when you see him. You wave at Bennett, smiling.

"Bennett! Help me choose some flowers, yeah?"

"Uhm—uh, Sure, Your Grace!"

And that's how the insulters were hiding in their homes for the rest of their lives as you merrily dragged Bennett out of that horrendous conversation.

Nilou

Honestly, do I need to say who decided to insult this amazing dancer?

Yes, it was fricking Azar again. What is up with this crazy old man, nobody knows. Perhaps you should put him in prison for a while until he's gained a sense of appreciation for the Arts. ALL of the Arts.

Apparently, when you had drilled fear into this man, he thought it only applied to flipping Nahida. As much as you love Nahida, you are not going to have Azar twists your words and make it seem like you grant him permission to snark down other people—especially the people of Zubayr Theater.

So when Azar finally decides to have scholars gain the nerve to insult Nilou on behalf of his stupid brain, you (of course) just had to get yourself involved with this.

"Excuse me, but since when did you have the audacity to judge someone else's profession of art, simply because it isn't 'academic' in any way?" You spat. "Where I come from, Art courses are necessary in order to move on in your academic life." When Nilou hears you, she, first of all, is grateful of you stepping up for her, and, second of all, very scared of what might be happening next.

The scholars pale, but they seem to have taken your comment as a debate.

"With all due respect, Your Grace, the Arts are anything but educational—"

"Was I looking for a second opinion, dimwit?" You narrow your eyes. "Besides, have you yourself ever tried the Art of Dancing or the Art of Music before?"

"Well—uhm, no, but—"

"Then shut up, then." The scholars begin to panic as your voice becomes low and dangerous. "You don't have an excuse to be judgmental if you haven't even tried this stuff yourself."

"Ex-Sage Azar told us to say this!" They blurt out, and that only increases your rage. Seeing that things might escalate, Nilou steps in.

"Your Grace, let's not be too harsh!" She exclaims, waving her hands frantically. "I'm sure they understand what they did wrong. There's no need to have them punished." You narrowed your eyes in disagreement, for a half second, Nilou thought she made the situation worse.

But when you sigh heavily, she knew you relented. You glare at the scholars again.

"Tell Azar if he does this again, to ANYONE, I'll cut his head off, and there's no more excuses there. In fact—bring me to him. I'll have a talk with him myself."

Yeah, Azar got traumatized again :)

But when Nilou hears you be insulted? Quite literally behind your back? She thought she was going to faint from the gossiper's comments alone! You being there to listen it to it all only made her feel worse.

She was about to confront them, until she saw other people nearby dealing with the situation. So, Nilou decides to check up and see if you were okay...After all, those comments weren't nice.

She was pretty shocked when she realized you were contemplating over wares instead, completely unbothered by the drama going on behind your back. Nevertheless, she was still going to apologize in case you were just hiding your emotions.

"Uhm, Your Grace—I would like to apologize on behalf of all of Zubayr Theater. We should've done something earlier." You look at her, confused.

"What are you apologizing for, Nilou?" You ask. She blinks.

"Uhm, the gossipers, Your Grace..?" Your eyes widen, before you bark a laugh.

"Oh, those dudes! Yeah—don't worry about them, honestly. Say—help me pick: should I get hot chocolate or tea from this lovely store?"

Let's just say you had a fun time hanging out with Nilou for the rest of the afternoon :)

AND THAT'S IT! WE ARE DONE! I AM SO SORRY FOR BEING INACTIVE AND TAKING 30+ YEARS TO FINISH THIS, BUT IT'S HERE! :D I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED IT!

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[jakesangel]

as a muslim myself, i feel greatly offended and pissed off on your behalf. our religion is truly beautiful. i’m so sorry you had an anon coming at you like that (and cowardly at that because why tf you hiding behind the anon button) you don’t deserve it and NO ONE deserves to be coming at for our religion and race.

i hope you don’t feel too affected, princess☹️🫶🏻you have others who love you for who you are and i love you (even tho we haven’t interacted much) but i know that you’re the sweetest soul ever🤍

omg ruby bby we should defo interact more :( thank you for coming in my inbox, i'm really grateful to be surround by suck kind people like u ♡ྀི also thank you for your concern, i in fact don't care about bunch of loser wasting their time on me >.< i have much better things to do ᵎᵎ how is you brw ?ᩚ i cant believe i haven't came in ur inbox before :(

[angelpuns]

Hello Angel, I wanted to apologize sincerely. I didn't know that doing what I'm doing was really rude and annoying. The person I send the fan story (kid Leo au) accidentally had already reached to me (I had forgot to do it anonymous) and "explained" me that what I'm doing is so inappropriate and I'm just doing it for the likes in other people's blogs and using their own content instead of being original and do my own, and also told me to not do it ever again. That you are only being nice because you didn't had how to reached out to me in private to talk about it. I just summarized all the things said.

I am really sorry, I didn't thought it was that bad. And I want to thank you for being a really nice person. I also thank the other person for letting me know about it. Once again I apologize 😔

-🌸

Sorry this took so long for me to respond to, I had to sit back and think a lot because hearing that someone said that to you actually made me so mad-

I LOVE READING THE STORY, LET ME SAY THAT FIRST, I GENUINELY ENJOY IT SO MUCH AND I GET SO SO SO EXCITED WHEN YOU SEND ME ASKS CAUSE IT'S SO SO SO FUN TO READ-

I personally LOVE when people send me asks like that, and I think it was a real shitty thing for them to say that to you. I understand why some people may not like it for their own content, but I enjoy it a lot.

You are not being rude at all to me, I promise. I genuinely enjoy reading your fan stories so much!

I'll be honest, I am not a nice person. If I didn't like it or didn't want people to do this sort of thing, I would have never answered your asks. When I get asks I don't like/don't want to answer I delete them (which tbh I don't think is me being an asshole I think it's my right-)

I promise it's not just me being nice, I am not that sort of person lmao-

SORRY IF THIS IS ALL SUCH A CONFUSING RESPONSE I AM JUST GETTING VERY MAD ON YOUR BEHALF BECAUSE EWIJRGIJFREJI I LOVE READING YOUR FAN STORIES AND YOU HAVE NOTHING TO APOLOGIZE FOR!!!

aLSO ANOTHER THING BUT THE FACT THAT IT'S FOR THE SPINOFF COMIC MAKES ME SO SO SO HJAPPY BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE A TON OF IDEAS FOR THE SPINOFF AND SEEING THAT I INSPIRED SOMEONE TO WRITE ABOUT IT IS SO FLATTERING AND AMAZING AND MAKES ME SAPPY FEEL GOOD

if the person that said that is reading this, they are in fact an asshole. And it really isn't any of their damn business <33333

TLDR: I DON'T THINK IT'S RUDE AT ALL IT'S ACTUALLY SO SO SO NICE TO GET YOUR FAN STORIES AND THIS PERSON IS AN ASSHOLE FOR TELLING YOU OFF

again sorry if this is very very rambly or whatever I just got like actually so pissed off on flower-anon's behalf while thinking about this-

[enigmaticpink]

Hi! You don’t have to answer this if you don’t want to (or you can answer privately if you wanted to respond, but again you don’t have to if you don’t want to) I just wanted to say I am so sorry you’re getting someone so disgusting in your inbox. Holy shit 😭 as a fellow csa survivor with cptsd, not only do I empathize and totally agree with everything you’ve said and I would also set that same boundary myself, but holy fuck that troll pisses me off so much. I’ve been reading this anon’s bullshit and I literally started shaking with rage on your behalf. Absolutely disgusting and vile that this person wants your attention so badly that they’re trying to argue based on a topic that triggers you personally and completely disregarding your trauma and your feelings and your boundaries. Some people just have no empathy whatsoever. I’m so sorry you were subjected to such stupidity. I think this person just really wants your attention + just wanted to pick a fight for the sake of having one.

On a brighter note, I love your blog, you’re one of my favorite blogs on this hellsite!! I have never sent an ask off anon before, but I just felt the need to say something. I always love seeing you on my dash, I love your pink vibes, I love your love for villains (hi I’m a fellow self shipper too!) I’ve reblogged sooo much of your aesthetic posts on my self shipping side blog. We have never spoken one on one but I am always happy to see you on my dash, and in those moments when I do, I always hope you’re doing well and having a good day, because you seem like such a sweet person and you deserve lots of good days. I am sending you so much love in the form of pink hearts and little stars ;u; 💕✨💕✨💕✨

Awwww 🥺 thank u so much for the kind words. It means so much to receive such positivity right now. I'm glad you like my blog so much and I hope it can continue to be good positive blog to follow despite the current crap happening rn. This ask really put a smile on my face and I hope you're doing alright too right now 💗 💓 💖 💛 I know those negative anons messages can't be pleasant to see on anyones dashboard but I appreciate that you decided to leave some positivity in my askbox, thank u so much<3333

[h3lfaerie]

before you may get confused it is your beloved sleuthing anon back again 🕵🏾‍♀️.

Now I am once again here on behalf of kingstail but first, I have to give you props on a chapter (well half a chapter? Doesn't matter) so well done. Take a bow fae you deserve so much more. 👏🏾 👏🏾 👏🏾.

Now down to buisness. I read the theory of the other anonymous user and it had me thinking.

Theyre close...

If not not correct but definitely warm so here's my take. The reason I say this is because the craze started I would assume days maybe weeks before FMC had even touched berk. I mean she's badass if that theory were actually true i wouldnt be that suprised come on!

But it still doesn't match up in my opinion. My client FMC is innocent (Only when it pertains to kingstails murder) because she was bullying hiccup at the time of the victims slaughter! *if I don't have my times wrong* and besides FMC was pissed at hiccup hogging the remains to himself! She didn't get time to inspect it! I know she's deranged but it makes no sense to inspect your meals body HOWEVER!

There is a connection between the true murderer and the accused! That is why FMC was able to arrive at the crime scene just a few moments earlier than the investigators. Especially since during the feast she felt sick to the stomach and at one point her senses were screaming 'other,other,other'. Other what? Other kind? Could the beast be like FMC but a more deranged unstable bloodthirsty monster!? That is exactly what I'm saying! FMC's species is just a 2.0 version of the criminal. that would also help explain her tactics in viking slaughter and I'm all here for it!

I've said enough! Time to go reread the last 5 chapters for more clues! Have a beautiful day/night fae!

Anon out 🕵🏾‍♀️

*grabs your pretty little Anon face and kisses it all over* MY SMART LITTLE COOKIE!

I feel like a proud Mom right now!!

The crazy plans, the red thread, the sticky notes connecting on a massive corkboard... it finally paid off!!

It actually makes sense (which I was really worried it wouldn't)!

Oh, the high I'm riding right now... THE WAY I've been waiting for someone to point out the timing. The behavioral patterns, the motives- UGH.

I love you. I love you so much, Anon.

I was bouncing off the walls when I saw you sent me that ask. Posting Chapter 9 (FINALLY) and with those key bits of information... A weight has fallen off my chest. Things are finally starting to connect now as we near the end of Act I and it's so fun seeing you guys using the red thread yourselves.

I've had to put clues and little snippets in the very BEGINNING, and now putting in the information that actually makes it click- AAAHH!!!

Drugs can never replicate this feeling.

[firendgold]

Ok so bc anything i do in this fandon is specifically to piss that woman off, i gotta ask:

Do you have any ideas for fic scenarios for trans!albus and/or trans!Harry? (time travel harrydore or not, you pick)

so funny story anon, my instinctual answer for this question was "no, I've never thought about it, sorry"—but as I was writing that reply a while back, I actually started getting ideas. It was wild. (That's also why this took so long to get out, sorry!)

trans!Albus is easier for me to imagine for some reason. I had this idea where his entire early life could be rewritten just to do a deep dive into the Dumbledore family dynamics when the firstborn prodigy half-blood son is AFAB instead. How that might change Percival's actions on Ariana's behalf (or not), if he doesn't have any thoughts in the back of his mind about leaving his family in his "eldest son's" hands. How that could change the rivalry between Albus and Aberforth, who might not be super tolerant of an uppity older sister who's also queer. We still don't know much about Kendra somehow, after 1 billion years of Pottermore, but whether or not she's accepting of Albus' gender identity and sexuality could be their own spin-off fanfics, they're that fascinating. Her own Native history could then be touched on as well.

All these things together could be a point of personal conflict for Albus, who's already a living embodiment of a taboo Native/European union and might have to wrestle with what's accepted from him as a Good and Proper Woman of English society re: marriage and carrying on some (other) pureblood's line, along with protecting Ariana's secret and "making up" for his father's crimes.

I don't know if Albus' sexuality changes. If it doesn't, I can see him being briefly confused about What Elphias Is To Him when he gets older, and Elphias is getting his own messages from home about How Much Time He's Spending With That Dumbledore Girl. I imagine there would be a lot of conversations between Albus and Kendra, and Albus and other peers, about who he was going to marry and what his "prospects" were since his father's a known criminal. And Albus, beyond not identifying as a girl at all, would find all this discussion about such trivial sexist matters frustrating as hell.

Unfortunately, I see everyone at Hogwarts misgendering Albus while he's a student, or pretty much everyone. Like, he eventually tells Elphias who accepts right away (and is confused about What That Means for Him in private), and maybe a few other students, but none of his professors are Getting It. His stellar academic record probably keeps him from being bullied as much, but doesn't entirely protect him from rampant transmisogyny and slurs when he outperforms people.

But regardless, assuming the "major beats" of history play out the same way, I can see Albus being a lot more proactive re: marginalized rights than he already was in canon, and perhaps moving the overall British Society Needle way further to the left, because it's one thing to talk shit about the powerful, progressive, weird old man that no one really knows is gay but can kick your arse without breathing hard, but another thing entirely to talk shit about your trans, out and proud, progressive Supreme Mugwump who has already freed all the elves, speaks all the magical creature/Being languages, is raising your kids at school better than you are at home, AND is still gay and can still kick your arse without breathing hard.

This is all, of course, imagining that Albus is AFAB and identifies as male. If it's the other way around and Albus is AMAB and identifies as female... I can't even imagine. I'm not cool enough ig

As for Harry, it's weird but I don't have any trans headcanons for him during his Hogwarts years. It's kind of similar to how I don't read many genderbent!Harry fics unless I adore the author, because even though I'm a girl I can't imagine Harry IDing as one for some reason. (I'm very limited, I know.) BUT. For some reason this changes when you bring in time travel harrydore.

With the ship as the parameter, I can imagine an AFAB Harry who's spent his whole life chafing at the clothes Aunt Petunia gets him—because 'unfortunately' (for her), even pre-puberty, she can't just give Harry Dudley's cast-offs unless she wants The Neighbors to start lifting eyebrows and asking questions—because they're girl clothes and along with just not fitting in to the Pristine Pretentious Family with her messy hair and tight clothes and taped-up glasses, Harry has never felt like a girl. He insisted on having people call him 'Harry' as soon as he could talk and get away with it, and only has to hear his deadname from his teachers and with the Dursleys.

This all of course changes once McGonagall is reading names on the Sorting List in 1991 and just barely doesn't stumble over Harry's preferred name being on the list instead. (She is surprised only because Harry is famous. By the time Harry goes to school, there have been many other out trans students in this headcanon. But probably very few under her eye have been quite this famous.)

I've always personally headcanoned Harry as bisexual, but I don't know if that would be the case in this particular headcanon. I can still see him going after Cho, and perhaps even Ginny. I can see him having the same confusion about What Are Ron and I To Each Other that a trans!Albus had about Elphias a century ago, without ever living his Hogwarts life as a girl to anyone but his enemies (and having a lot of friction with canon!Hermione and/or Lavender as a result). I can see Draco hating Harry even more, because he always kept "her" in the back of his mind as a Dark Lady he could serve under in all ways, only to have this... boy being his rival and Quidditch better and wanting absolutely nothing to do with the Malfoys or purebloods or knowing her place.

A thought that sticks in the back of my mind is that JKR (otherwise known by me as That Woman (derogatory)) specifically wrote Harry as a boy for a lot of reasons, and the main one being that she always planned for him to live and pass on his line in the "traditional" way, and having her titular character be a girlboss would've derailed that status quo. In a universe where Harry is AFAB, I can imagine a lot of related conversations with and around Harry about this. How "she" is "the last Potter" that there will ever be, because naturally she'll marry into one of the families and the name will be lost forever. I can see this being a real bone of contention with Harry and radicalizing him, along with Voldemort and the discrimination against werewolves and house-elves and centaurs and veela (which I doubt even one dedicated Dumbledore would be able to get rid of), making him take his place as the next generation leftist magical powerhouse.

And so how does all that change his relationship with Dumbledore? I... don't really see it changing much. If both characters are trans, that's another point of connection for them that bonds them through all the mess the government and society puts them through. It makes Albus a figure for Harry to admire as a young boy ("look, the most powerful wizard in the world is just like me!") and to still anguish about as a young man ("all the choices he made that I don't agree with, all the secrets he kept from me, how do I know I won't make the same mistakes or make no better progress than he did?"). Their relationship could be all the more painful or distant if one of them is out and one is in the closet, like an Albus who never came out or transitioned and is seeing in Harry the upright boy he could have been, or if Harry is resentful of Albus living his truth because he, a knobbly-kneed adolescent girl, doesn't have the power, freedom, or influence to be who he truly wants to be.

But focus! I'm focusing! Time travel Harrydore. The specific scenario I was imagining was one where AFAB Harry never comes out to the general public. His loved ones who are his peers know, but all the adults in his life (yes, including Remus and Sirius) never get to meet him properly. They die thinking of him as "James' daughter". And after defeating Voldemort, Harry just can't take the idea of spending any more time not being the person he wants to be. He's done being the Girl-Who-Lived so he writes goodbye letters to Ron and Hermione and does some ancient ritual without anyone knowing, and instead of changing him at the molecular level it flings him back to the past.

And so unlike a lot of time travel fics (including mine lol) where Harry is grieving his true time and desperate to get back home, this Harry misses his friends terribly, but it doesn't take long for him to see being an unknown in a different time as a golden opportunity. Sure, it would have been better if he'd been flung into the future instead and maybe had more tolerant people instead of less, but no one knows who he's "supposed" to be here. So he can grow into the man he truly is!

And so while Harry is setting up his new life for himself (maybe as some personal tutor, or a backup Quidditch player, or something that keeps him out of the limelight for once?), he runs into trans!Albus who doesn't have many friends and not much else going on for him (depending on who or where Grindelwald is right then), and Harry's nervous but they hit it off and become close friends, and one thing leads to another, and...

*cackles*

Also also, and sorry for sticking this all the way at the end lol, but MUCH RESPECT for hanging around in HPF just to stick in the craw of That Woman. I think I'm adopting your philosophy for the future. ^^

[thesherrinfordfacility]

I'm going to preface this by saying this is not meant entirely an admonishment but more a reminder. It's also not aimed entirely at you specifically but rather people I've seen in notes on your posts, as well as Neil's. Neil is not lying about Crowley not being Lucifer and isn't going to surprise us with that suddenly being canon in the series. He quite literally can't do that now. He knows people are or will be making fanfic of it now. He now cannot ever use it. Same with the Raphael theory. Same with any other popular fan theory someone has taken to his inbox for confirmation, only to be denied. All that accomplishes is confirming he in no way will ever use any element of it in any of his writing going forward. So keep speculating! Keep having fun making theories! But stop taking them to Neil. All you do is ensure they will never be canon. As Neil always says, just wait and see.

hi anon✨

im going to take you at your word re: it not being entirely an admonishment or aimed at me. and choose to simply see this ask as a way of getting a general PSA out into the tumblr ether. that, i will gladly help with.

i respect your view and agree with it... i would however argue that personally i think the people that have been in my post notes in particular have been pretty respectful from what i recall, or at least have been very clearly joking.

there is, as far as im aware, a relatively small group of blogs that went generally full-ham on the theory (and perhaps im in that number, idk) but from what ive seen, following neil's ask, the majority have actually found the whole situation very funny...

maybe gone a bit ironic/sarcastic with "lmao imagine if he's lying" out of disappointment (me too!), but obviously joking and otherwise pretty respectful. honestly, i found the whole thing hysterical, i hammed up the Lucifer Theory Grief for an evening, and have since largely gotten over it. i think a lot of others have been the same.

however. i managed to read about 20 replies through That Neil Ask before i was starting to get pretty pissed off, by people on both sides of the lucifer argument:

i get why people were getting irritated by the pro-theoriers; the theory was debunked - move on, or take it off of the ask. i agree with that sentiment - other than rb'ing the ask twice and adding my tags, i left it alone and kept the dialogue on my own blog, and imo others should have done the same - just simply left the neil ask, and taken the discourse to their own blogs.

that being said, some of the anti-theoriers were coming across as outright rude, to the point for me of even being quite upsetting (and it wasn't even directed at me lmao). i get they were probably getting annoyed on behalf of neil, and that's admirable - but neil is a whole ass grown man. if he wanted people to stop commenting on his ask, i imagine he would have locked the post, posted a PSA, or just simply turned off his askbox. people do not need to police for him.

one thing i will point out, however, is that the lucifer theory came up on an rb, not directly in his inbox.

neil chose to respond to that rb (and the one after) entirely by his choice; it wasn't sprung on him in his inbox. noone should have to police their rbs or rb tags just in case he sees? direct inbox submission is a huge no-no (i agree with you, especially as he has actually asked for people to not do that), but this particular situation, ill be honest, does not fit that.

i also think the way both sides have reacted over the lucifer debunk has now unfortunately set a rather unsettling precedent for any other theory that might come out and people disagree with; ive been bracing myself for a potential shitstorm all day about my theory on the second coming for this very reason... and tbh i shouldn't have to feel like that.

everyone deserves to have fun in fandom-space, that's what makes it enjoyable and collaborative. if you (royal 'you') do not like a theory, or think it's a load of rubbish, either argue it back eloquently and with an open mind, instead of just being outright dismissive and making people feel stupid (as i felt after reading those replies, tbh), or leave that person/collective alone. it doesn't hurt you, it doesn't hurt anyone, and it's just people speculating and having fun with it.

now about the actual debunk of the theory itself - yes, i agree, it could be an IP nightmare potentially. i have further thoughts on this but i think im going to leave it there for now, my reply is already long enough✨

[onlyjaeyun]

hi zadie love! how have you been?? i feel like it's been ages since we've talked😭🤍🤍🤍

on the topic of cinna, i'm just so sad that she had to resort to turning off anon bc of those fuck ass people :( i'm thinking of just coming off anon for her bc i wanna send her love and support so bad bUT IM NERVY😭😭😭😭 im so glad that those cowards won't be able to send her hate though...fucking jobless morons who have nothing better to do ooh they piss me OFF.

also i'm so so SOOOO glad that you haven't pressured yourself to update CH. like yeah im so excited for the future chaps but im more excited over you getting the rest you deserve!!! also dont EVER apologize for not being active online. i'm so happy you're prioritizing yourself🤍🤍🤍

girl sunghoon has been driving me insane with all his recent posts and pictures (as a sunghoon bias)😭😭😭 idk how much longer i can giggle and kick my feet zadie🤕

-🦅

HELLO MY ANGEL!!!!! thank you so much for your sweet words and for caring so much about me, i really means the world to me and knowing you guys dont mind waiting for the chaps has made the writing process so much less stressful and more fun than usual, inlove and appreciate you so much 🥺

dont eveng et me started on the most recent shit my wife has had to deal with because those anons were batshittttt i got so updet on hee behalf i cant even explain it like i will never, ever understand the whole concept of someone thinking they're eTHAT bitch by sending a creator hate like that?💀 its honestly sad she had to make that decision but im so proud of her for prioritizing her own wellbeing!!!!

sending you so much love my angel!🩷🩷

[positivelybeastly]

hi! I'm the anon who sent the icebeast playlist ask. It was actually nice to get some actual context on what's been going on with Bobby and Hank to get them to this point- I'm reading chronologically right now and I'm still in the 60s, (though I have read some more scattered modern runs here and there) so my knowledge is limited. I love both characters quite a lot but i can definitely see why you're upset on Hank's behalf in those interactions :( . I'm not gonna defend Bobby here, because while even with my limited knowledge I can piece together some reasons for why Bobby responded the way he did and fucked that conversation up, there's no justification and he definitely needs to make it up to Hank. Thanks again for the context, I really and truly love seeing nuanced takes on character dynamics and sometimes that nuance gets messy when it comes to looking at what actually happened in the text as opposed to what one might have preferred to happen.

Oh, hey, hello there!

First off, I want to say - if anyone has a meme prompt that they want to send in, like this playlist meme, but they don't have an RP blog, you're still good to send things in on Anon! That's what Anon is for, precisely because you, my Anonymous friend, sent in the playlist ask, and now it's opened up a whole conversation and people are learning more about comic book characters who, let's face it, have SO MUCH history. SO MUCH.

Being able to just get the highlights or even an attempt at a throughline makes such a difference, honestly - it gives you a coherent story where you can go, okay, I want to see more of THAT, and that's when you can just go, hey, where can I read more of this storyline or this writing style or this character. Comics are so much more legible and easy to break into when you can pick a character or a dynamic or a storyline, and just go from there. It's still a massive problem, all these years on, and Marvel and DC don't make it easy with their confusing numbering systems and constant retcons.

With that said . . . hoo, you're starting off in the 60s? I am. Kinda sorry, friend, that is a rough time, I can only do so much Lee/Kirby X-Men before I just start breaking out into hives. When you get into the early 70s, and especially when Claremont takes over, though, man, you're in for a treat!

And it's also - I feel like it's really important for me to state my biases, because I am biased. I love Hank. I write him a lot. I've read . . . probably the lion's share of his comics. He's kind of a personal inspiration, in some ways, and he was really influential to me when I was a kid due to various body related issues.

So I'm inclined to give him the benefit of the doubt, and I maybe tend to side with him by default, but that's usually why I include the panels when I talk about these things, so that you can see them and have your own take on it, so you can see why I came to that interpretation. There's nothing I hate more than comic book fans who will tell you how a storyline or a character goes, and their back-up for it is, that's the way I remember it, and then you go and read it and it's completely fuckin' different. Fucking annoys the piss out of me.

And I want people to feel like they can argue with me! I love talking about messy character dynamics, and character who fuck up and make bad choices, because that's how life is and how people are, that's how I am and how you are. Especially since I know what and why Hank was feeling in a particular moment, why he needed Bobby so much and Bobby let him down, but I don't know where that sits in Bobby's story. Maybe I'm being harsher on him than I should be, and I welcome that discussion, that's a conversation worth having!

If I wasn't open to interpretation of these characters by other people, I would solely write fanfic - and, to be fair, I do - but I mostly roleplay, because I love the windows into the soul. I love the moments when characters click or don't, because it reveals essential truths, it hits you in the gut, it's fucking satisfying, man.

And honestly, there's so much about Hank's story that I wish had gone differently. So many character dynamics that have fallen by the wayside, that made them better - remember when Hank and Emma used to be best friends? Yeah! That used to be a thing! So getting to play that out here, with friends and talented roleplayers and talented roleplayer friends (lbr, these three things are the same thing) is just a joy.

Thank you for the asks, friend!

[amadryas]

Hello! I'll ask as anon because i want to be mysterious :3

I'm so tired of seeing topics about how an ancient deity is evil… I just want to look on Youtube about a a god and what i found? Videos with the name: "Athena is evil", "Apollo is evil", "Zeus is evil" It's so frustrating.

Why those people can't understand that greek gods were complex? Not good or evil!

Also, sure those videos showed only the bad things they did in myths, of course you would think a god is evil if you just know those myths :/ But if you research more on mythology you will found good myths too… Again COMPLEX, NOT EVIL

Sorry if i bothering you with this, but really pisses me off :(

What is your opinion about this? You think that is okay say that an ancient god of Greece is evil?

Hiya! Of course, no worries about being anonymous! And you're definitely not bothering me :)

While overall I agree with you, keep in mind that I'm only giving my personal opinion, which is mostly based on what is, to me, common sense, and my understanding of those figures as someone who's been living in Greece all her life. I haven't studied myth and ancient Greek religion on a deeper, more scholarly level.

Though I very much dislike the idea that myths shouldn't be taken seriously because they are "just stories" and not representative of the gods' personalities (do they even have concrete personalities? Anyway,) we should remember that most often, they were a means for the Greeks to understand the world around them, how this plant or that animal came to be, how region X got its name, etc. Attributing the creation of xyz to a god was probably seen as the easiest way to explain its existence, and that's why we have so many recurring themes in myth—Person A displeases God B, God B punishes them; God C loses their mortal lover, they turn them into a flower. Whether the god is "right" to be angry or not is irrelevant, and whoever wrote those stories down rarely, if ever, shared any opinions on the matter. We see the gods hurting each other (Zeus and Hera, Demeter and her brothers,) but again, the god who committed what we perceive as a wrongdoing is not condemned by the mortal relaying the story.

Exceptions do occur; the entirety of Euripides' Ion more or less deals with the consequences of Apollo's seduction ("Phoebus compelled Erechtheus' daughter Creusa to take him as her lover." Make what you will of that "compell") of Creusa, princess of Athens, and how Ion, the child born of that affair, grew up knowing nothing of his parentage. After he finds out, he questions why Apollo, the god he was raised serving, did nothing to claim him as his child and instead led him to believe he's the son of another man. Creusa makes justifications for Apollo (although she previously fiercely denounced him,) but Ion insists. Eventually, Athena shows up on Apollo's behalf ("who did not think it right to come himself") to put the matter to rest by appointing Ion king of Athens and prophesising a glorious future for his children. Seemingly a happy conclusion and Apollo isn't really outright criticized for his actions (or lack thereof,) but the ending feels very contrary to the rest of the play, though I do wonder if Euripides intended for it to be commentary on the gods themselves, or how humans portray them in their stories.

So, in short, I don't believe the gods were supposed to be seen as "virtuous," not by modern standards. It was not relevant to the purpose they served. And I certainly think the Greeks viewed them as benevolent, rather than the opposite. Demeter taught them how work the earth, Athena created the plough. They survived and flourished because of the favors and the trials imposed to them by the gods. They were also feared and had to be appeased, but I'd say that's not exclusive to Greek religion.

[reecehaswritten]

hi just wanted to let you know I'm so pissed on your behalf by that person who messaged you. you're loved and we care abt you, m'lord.

Thank you so much!! It caught me off guard seeing that when I woke up, but But thank you Anon you’ve made me a little happier :]

(Also I don’t know how to feel about m’lord but I like it)

[not-poignant]

Hi Pia! I'm really loving ffs and I have a question about ADHD because it's something I'm really struggling with at the moment.

I see a lot of the symptoms of ADHD in my behaviour and I've been trying to be diagnosed and get help for it. However, I'm an asian woman at university and my propensity for taking on too many commitments and overworking myself seems to continuously be swept away by therapists saying that's just the way a lot of asian women are and that it isn't ADHD.

Do you have any thoughts on how I might be able to have a conversation with them so that I can possibly get some help. It's just becoming quite frustrating and I feel incredibly lost.

However, I'm an asian woman at university and my propensity for taking on too many commitments and overworking myself seems to continuously be swept away by therapists saying that's just the way a lot of asian women are and that it isn't ADHD.

...That just sounds horribly racist, tbh. Like, that's pigeonholing people into stereotypes that are harmful and stop you from getting assessed and treated properly. That's not even a microaggression, that's just straight up racism. Like, I also take on too many commitments and overwork myself, but a therapist won't blame that on my ethnicity. That's a shitty thing to have happen more than once anon, and I'm so so sorry. Asian women can and have definitely been diagnosed with ADHD!

You absolutely have a right to get assessed. You also have a right to call out - if you feel safe enough - your therapists when they say things like that. Sometimes saying something like: 'What would you say to someone who wasn't Asian then' or 'I understand you're using ethnic stereotypes right now, but can you not use those to bar me from actual assessments?' or 'how would you treat me if you weren't seeing me as an ethnic stereotype?' or 'you dismissing my concerns based on me being Asian is not actually helpful, can I talk to your manager about this?' depending on how bold you feel. But all of this stuff can be extremely hard to say (even if you're saying it only in writing).

Sometimes just a straight up: 'Could you still do the assessments please' or 'can you please refer me to a specialist in this area' can go a long way. Honestly, sometimes calling someone out on being a bigot can also make them realise they're not helping and/or make you realise you deserve a better therapist. I haven't had to do it for ethnicity, but I have had to do it for ableism and queerphobia, and it sucks. At the very least, if I didn't feel like I could be honest with my therapist and they were being bigoted, it let me know that I needed a different therapist.

It might also be worth finding a psychiatrist or actual specialist in ADHD (i.e. not a university therapist, many of them are not good, and also categorically not equipped to diagnose people like this), who not only specialises in subjective self-reporting (i.e. you answering questions) but also objective metrics (i.e. computer programs and tests designed to measure your visual / audio concentration and working memory and executive function).

Unfortunately that can be expensive depending on your circumstances :( Idk what kind of insurance or healthcare you have access to, but it's definitely worth looking for a specialist in adult ADHD, especially adult ADHD in women (which can present differently than it does in men).

Also if anyone here has any suggestions from personal experience - especially on matters of not being allowed to access assessments specifically due to a therapist using ethnic stereotypes against them like this, please feel free to speak up in the replies / reblogs! This obviously isn't something I've had personal experience with, and I know some of my suggestions might be completely off base. <3

Anon, what you have gone through on this so far is really unfair, and really bigoted, I'm not surprised you feel lost and frustrated. You 100% deserve to be assessed purely on your behaviours and attention and executive function, just like everyone else. But I also think it's really awesome that you're persisting on this, and are determined to help yourself as best as you can. The fact that you recognise these people are failing you (and they are) means hopefully you will eventually find someone who doesn't. I really wish you luck with this stuff, and I'm so sorry for the crap you've already had to put up with.

[effervescentdragon]

Hi♡ following you has introduced me to F1, so please forgive my ignorance on the subject. Why is Charles disappointed, what did Ferrari do? I have no idea what's going on, but I am upset on your behalf lol

Oh my god anon this is a lovely ask, thank you so much! First of all i'm so glad i could introduce you to the insanity (mine and of f1) and thank you for your kind words ♡♡♡ let me fill you in on why i am still upset over monaco :)

okay so charles leclerc is ferrari's baby, their golden child, they call him il predestinato ffs. and he's given basically his whole career over to ferrari, his heart beats red, thats it. charles is also monegasque, and has a peculiar thing of never once finishing a race in monaco prior to the '22 gp. not in junior series, not since he started racing in f1 in 2018. last year, he qualified first (if you want to see a lovely drive, his quali lap was pure poetry) and then didn't even start the race due to car issues, since he did crash right after the lap, much less finish it. the last time a monegasque driver won in monaco was louis chiron in 1931 (idk why i know that info without having to google xD). so we could say monaco is a pretty big deal for charles, and consequently for ferrari.

that brings us to the monaco gp 2022. so, for monaco gp, he qualified on pole (another lovely lap), he was the fastest, he was leading, all was well, he did everything right and proper himself. he was driving magnificently in some real difficult conditions, being around 5secs ahead of his teammate for a ferrari 1-2, and every fan out there was reluctantly starting to hope we may not only see a breaking of the dnf curse thing, but also a possible win in monaco. then, bam.

a bad strategy decision - i think it was around lap 20 that charles pitted first to change tyres. he came out 3rd, and then some 2 laps later they told carlos (who was leading) to pit. however, they also called in charles, mistakenly, so that (them not having anything prepared for his pitstop) caused a delay in servicing his car and cost him a lot. then he came out to rejoin race only in 4th, due to that stupid mistake and the fact that alex albon (baby♡ but no-no here) (and maybe latifi not sure) wouldn't fucking move, so both carlos and charles lost positions.

in the end, charles came in 4th, just a breath from a podium, from what should, and could have been an easy win, a ferrari front row, and a 1-2 podium. so yeah. i am pissed off still :)

thank you for asking and im sorry for rambling, i am incapable of being normal about either charles or monaco, so imagine what happens when the two collide? :) also feel free to ask anything else, always, and i'll do my best to answer properly (if a bit long) ❤

[kazewhara]

Anon who asked about the writing blog thing!

Sorry for the sudden dump, but for context I'm an ff writer in a small fandom, see, and I recently stopped after I got a handful of negative remarks to stop writing.

One of the remarks I received was that they chose to deliberately stay away/ignore me because they said my posts are annoying to see.

It genuinely hurt seeing that there are around, I don't know, ten? More or so, writers there and I don't really see them get any hate as much as I do with my posts. And my content are just basically fluffy things.

I asked the previous thing to know if it's a real thing that some writers do (my friend, also a writer that I asked, said that it is) or if I'm really just– being smacked with a lot of hate.

I should've given more specifics then and said that all I'm asking for was a yes or no and I'm not really looking for any more drama by name dropping blogs.

I think I'll just lay off writing now—but anyway I really am sorry for causing discomfort.

well first of all, i'm really, really fucking sorry that someone would tell you something like that. the fact that you get negative remarks for writing is so... that's vile, and i'm actually pissed on your behalf.

but no, i don't avoid specific blogs, i avoid topics. if it happens that a writer primarily writes about that topic, then i don't see nor do i interact with their content; simple as that. it's not personal, just a preference thing.

for someone to go out of their way to tell you that they're avoiding you means they're actively checking up on you and pissing themself off and, for some reason, blaming it on you. this whole seeking out negativity thing is really... you basically have a fan in denial, dawg. if they were really avoiding you, they wouldn't tell you.

if you choose to stay away from writing, then you do you, but i'm really sorry that this is why you did. this actually breaks my heart.

[e-the-village-cryptid]

heyo eon i need some advice on smth bc i dont know if i have any ground in this or if im just being a spoilt brat. to preface this im a high schooler and i dont have access to my own debit/credit card/electronic money and rely on asking my parents to order stuff online for me (i usually pay for at least half of it esp if its something expensive) and bc of this my parents and i make deals a lot like i'll do x amount of chores for them to place an online order, chores are kinda like currency (though i dont get an allowence cause they pay for a lot of stuff for me) and i dont mind this its a fair trade especially if im not paying fully for the thing im buying. when i do mind is when they alter the deals midway through like if we agree they'll order somthing for me if i watch my sibling for a few hours and that deal is set like a contract but then suddenly they'll turn around and say no u have to watch your sibling and do the dishes for the week and vaccum the living room. i hate it when they do this it rlly upsets me because i feel like i dont have any control over anything and theylre messing with things that are already set like arent there rules to deals it makes me anxious and panicky. it also might be an autistic thing idk,

thx eon if u get this!!

hey anon! first off, you are not being a spoiled brat, I got a bit pissed off on your behalf just reading this. altering the deal midway through is lying, plain and simple. if someone says "I'll do x if you do y", then you do y and they don't do x, they lied to you and that's not ok. someone who does this routinely is using that lie to manipulate you into agreeing to something that they think you might not have agreed to otherwise. if you feel like you could bring this up with your parents, I would definitely recommend doing so! you might want to include:

possibly starting with that you appreciate that they help you pay for things (it sounds like this is true, making someone feel appreciated never hurts, and it might make them more likely to listen to what you have to say instead of dismissing you)

explain what's upsetting you and why

ask for what you'd prefer they do (for example, to just tell you the whole list at the beginning instead of changing it halfway through). you could maybe emphasize that you aren't trying to get out of chores, you just want consistency and honesty

for example: "I really appreciate that you help me pay for things in exchange for chores, but it makes me really upset when the deal changes halfway through because [all of the reasons you just said]. if you want me to watch my sibling, do the dishes, and vacuum in exchange for helping me pay for the thing, please just tell me that from the beginning instead of adding it later! I'm happy to do it, but I really need to know from the beginning so I can plan for it and feel like the deal is honest. in the future, could you please think of all the chores you want me to do when we first make the deal, and then not change it once we agree?" (obviously you'll have your own way of saying this, this is just an example. also, sending a text or writing a note can be a good way of making sure you say everything you wanted to if you're like me and tend to forget everything you planned to say as soon as you're faced with confrontation)

I don’t know your parents and I don't know how receptive they would be to confrontation, but I hope they would hear you out! you could also start writing down the deal when it's made as proof of what they said in case they later try to pretend that wasn't the deal you made. you are so 100% not in the wrong for wanting your parents to just be honest with you. good luck!

[babyybitchhh]

This is the anon who commented about yami! I didn't like nozel at first but I can't lie, he kinda grew on me and he's fine asf. I couldn't look at magna in anyway until I saw him with his hair down. Now I'm like 👀👀👀. More than anything, I just want yami to ruin me. Spank me and call me a good girl pleaseee

Yessssssss

Yami was BUILT to be daddy. So strong, so rough around the edges but with a big soft heart, so beefy 💗🥴💗

Words: 3937

Warnings: daddy kink, alcohol, drunk fingering, vaginal fingering 

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27172960

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You probably should have known better than to start drinking with them. No, not probably. You definitely should have known better.

Hindsight was always twenty-twenty though, and you could see now just how grievous a mistake it had been to accept Vanessa’s invitation without stopping long enough to consider the consequences but, well ... she was one of the only other women in the squad and she seemed to like you well enough. You wanted her to keep liking you, of course. So you’d foolishly jumped at the chance, far too eager to be included in this decidedly unorthodox team bonding exercise of theirs.

The Black Bulls were, by nature, sufficiently rowdy enough on their own but adding alcohol to the mix only seemed to fan the flames. They were the very definition of unruly. Clothes had been shamelessly discarded, more cigarettes smoked than you would have thought possible, arguments over nothing at all turned heated with alarming frequency only to be immediately forgotten and you, you were stuck in the middle of it. Thoroughly lost in your own world and floating serenely through the hazy bog of consciousness without a second thought to what chaos was going on around you.

It was kind of nice, actually. Liberating.

“Remember, ya’ gotta’ have at least three matching pairs to discard,” Magna reminds the assembled party as he quickly deals out a fresh hand. “Or you can do the same suit if ya’ want, but it has to go in order. No incomplete sets.”

The worse for wear table everyone had initially gathered around started off cramped, a tight fit for so many people and with little elbow room to spare. As the night wore on, however, most of the plucky squadron had gradually called it quits and retired until eventually only four remained. You were proud of yourself for outlasting the others but you also knew just how in over your head you were with this particular group. Yami could likely drink anyone under the table and Magna appeared to keep up with him just fine. While Vanessa didn’t exactly hold her liquor well , she could certainly put it away. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that you were on your last leg here even if you were, for all intents and purposes, having a good time.

“Alright, lets see what ya’ got.”

Feeling simultaneously as light as a feather and sluggish under the weight of heavy, invisible chains, you slowly flip your cards over. It was hard to tell which way was up anymore, especially when your inner vertigo was so off kilter. You were warm, too. Almost unbearably so. Clammy in the worst possible way and you teeter forward in your chair, struggling to focus your swimming vision on the cards spread out in front of you.

It was a shit hand.

Grumbling under your breath, you distractedly tug at your clothes. A soft, fitful whine claws its way up your throat when it does absolutely nothing to alleviate just how stiflingly hot you are and, in fact, only seems to make it worse. You were absolutely burning up and this card game was its own special brand of torture, you decide with nothing short of woozy contempt.

“What the hell’s your problem?” Yami asks mildly from his spot beside you.

He was infuriatingly collected despite having consumed even more alcohol than you had, guzzling down mouthful after mouthful while you’d taken your time sipping on the fruity concoctions Vanessa made special just for you. You’d lost track of how many cups he’d emptied quite some time ago but you were still only on your third. It didn’t make sense. How were you so damn tipsy already?

“Hot.” You groan, not bothering to look up from what was possibly the worst hand you could have been dealt. Letting Magna shuffle the deck was, unsurprisingly, yet another mistake to add to the ever growing list.

Turning his head, Yami glances over at you and you catch the movement from your peripheral but still refuse to divert your attention from the cards. Maybe if you just stared at them long enough, hard enough, they’d morph into something you could actually use. You weren’t a magic knight in name only, right? Surely your grimoire was good for something .

“You’re drunk.” He suddenly announces, loud enough to make Vanessa whip her head around.

“M’not.” You grumble.

“Bullshit.”

The inebriated witch inserts herself into the fray before you can respond, wrapping slender arms around your shoulders and pulling you in against her bosom. “Awww, honey! Did’ju really like my drinks that much?” She coos at you sweetly. “I wasn’t tryin’ to get you drunk. Promise.”

“M’not drunk.” You insist, louder this time, much to Vanessa’s giggling amusement.

Heaving a clipped sigh, Yami leans across the table and taps your cards with a thick finger, slowly drawing your attention back to them. “I’m not saying I don’t believe you,” He says around the cigarette in his mouth. “But someone who isn’t piss drunk would probably know better than to lay their hand out on the table like this. Do you even know what game we’re playing right now?”

Mouth tugging into a frown, you wrack your muddled brain for the answer to that question. “Go fish?”

Magna inelegantly snorts at that. You can feel yourself starting to flush in embarrassment as Vanessa begins fussing over you, softly petting your head with murmured, nonsensical endearments. She definitely wasn’t helping matters and you sincerely hoped none of them could see your fluster.

Yami doesn’t seem to miss it though and he purses his lips, pinning you with an unimpressed glower. “That’s what I thought. Sorry, sweetheart, but you’re officially cut off. No more booze tonight, okay?”

Both you and Vanessa groan in unison. Your head immediately starts to spin in earnest now and you slump against the other woman even as she grabs your drink and holds it up to you as if she were bottle feeding a baby. The notion that she might accidentally dump it all over your head when she was just as intoxicated as you doesn’t even cross your mind and you obediently open your mouth to accept her offering.

“Come on, captain! At least let her finish her dr-drink first! I worked really hard to -”

Yami cuts across her babbling with a huff, standing and grabbing hold of the cup so he can pull it away despite Vanessa’s best attempt to keep it in her fumbling grasp. You watch it go, feeling an odd mix of disappointment and relief. The giddy, jovial mood you’d been imbued with was nice, yes, but realistically your body probably couldn’t handle much more. It was likely for the best.

“Just knock it off.” Pointedly setting the drink down towards the center of the table, Yami turns back with a furrowed brow. “Are you trying to kill her or something? What all did you even put in that?”

Vanessa hums a noncommittal sound of guilt, winding a strand of your hair around her finger.

He scoffs and moves closer with an accompanying shake of his head. Your heart gives a little jolt when you realize he’s coming towards you, not Vanessa, and you can’t help the anxious tinge that sparks in your chest. He was probably mad at you for getting so drunk. He looked mad. You didn’t want to be on the receiving end of one of his lectures though and you lean further into the softly swaying witch next to you in search of protection.

Much to your faltering surprise, however, Yami’s tone sounds closer to exacerbated than angry when he says, “Alright, brat. C’mere. You get to sit with me for the rest of the night so I can keep an eye on you and make sure someone doesn’t try to sneak you anything else.”

You blink, thoroughly confused, and it feels like even something as simple as a muscle twitch takes a small eternity to accomplish. Yami either doesn’t notice or he doesn’t care though.

Shooing Vanessa away, he bends at the waist and curls big hands under your armpits, hauling you straight up out of your seat. You outright squawk, flailing weakly in Yami’s grasp when you suddenly find yourself much further from the ground than you were used to. But your panic lasts only a terrifyingly brief moment and you relax when he draws you close, allowing you to curl your limbs around his thick frame. With a slight jostle, he adjusts his hold and secures you to the front of him. You instinctively nuzzle further into his arms, drunkenly whimpering as you tightly lock your elbows behind his neck.

“You’re no fun …” Vanessa whines on your behalf.

He clicks his tongue. “I’m thinking ahead. You’re not.” He says, those rumbled words reverberating inside your skull and further grounding you by some margin. “But if she gets sick, you’re the one who’s gonna’ clean it up.”

With that admonition, he moves back to his own chair and sits down again. It takes you a moment to get situated on his lap, still unbearably hot and fussy now after forcibly being removed from the fun. The last thing you want is to look like a lightweight in front of your teammates but he finally stills you with a large, mindful hand against your lower back. The silent warning in that innocuous gesture is enough to make you quit while you’re still ahead and, mewling something unintelligible, you press your warm face into his neck so you can settle in to pout.

Magna says something then, successfully distracting Vanessa from the subject, and the game carries on without you. The three of them don’t seem to mind the loss one bit as they seamlessly pick right back up where they’d left off.

It's hard to shake the feeling that your presence at the table was nothing more than an afterthought to them, or maybe a simple nicety, and it stung a little. There was no denying that. But you were much too hazy and disoriented to linger on it for more than a moment, molding yourself to the firm weight against you and going pleasantly slack in Yami’s arms. He was surprisingly comfortable, given his hard physique. A little too warm for your liking when you already felt swelteringly hot, but ultimately comfortable.

The even rise and fall of his broad chest is almost enough to lull you into dozing off right then and there with your head resting on his shoulder. Yami’s rough fingers tracing nonsensical, soothing patterns across your spine is the only thing that keeps you tethered to reality and you sit there, eyes closed, just listening to the slurred conversation going on at your back. It sounded far away now. Muted, as if your ears were stuffed with cotton, but you didn’t mind that too much. Magna was loud enough when sober and even worse when he was drunk.

A long moment later, Yami removes the cigarette from his lips and turns towards you when the other two start bickering about the validity of a certain card sequence. “How you feeling, squirt?” He asks, pressing his mouth against your hair.

“Good.” You murmur dreamily.

He laughs, very quietly, and gives you the briefest squeeze. “Yeah? You’re deadweight, baby girl. Sure you’re not gonna’ pass out on me over there?”

“Mmhmm.”

With a soft click of his tongue, Yami focuses back in on the game. The hand resting on your back slips lower, inconspicuously giving your behind a playful tweak that seems to go unnoticed by the table's other occupants given that they keep talking without pause. Magna would more than likely look away, politely pretending he hadn’t seen it, but Vanessa … if she’d caught so much as a glimpse, you’d be hearing about it right now. That was at least one reason (of which there was many) why what you had with Yami, whatever it was, still remained a secret to the rest of the squad even though it was probably a miracle they hadn’t caught on already, especially when he was so damn handsy with you.

Normally you’d err on the side of caution for that reason alone but you felt just daring enough to give him little push back. Emboldened by the liquid courage sitting hot and heavy in your stomach, confident that he wouldn’t have initiated this had it not been safe to do so, you discreetly roll your hips into him. The drag of your pussy across the front of his pants makes your breath hitch and he stiffens underneath you. That’s all the reaction you get for your trouble though, prompting you to lift your head from his shoulder and lean close to Yami’s ear.

“ Daddy …”

It’s nothing more than a tiny, breathless sigh but the effect it has on him is instantly noticeable. Steel chorded arm tightening around you, he breathes out a terse exhale and pulls you more firmly against his chest until you can scarcely breathe. A wavering puff of air slips from you as your thighs flex around his waist, silently trying to urge him on. It doesn’t work though and a shudder works its way down the length of your spine when he turns towards you again, growling right against the outer shell of your ear.

“Watch it.”

You whine, bucking against him more insistently. “ Nooooo .”

Yami snorts and swivels his attention back around to the cards clasped in his other hand. Pressing your face into the crook of his neck, you take a deep breath until the naturally heady scent of him swarms your senses like a fragrant, masculine cocktail. You can taste him in the back of your throat and it just makes you want him all the more.

Another wiggle of your hips is all the incentive he needs, calloused fingers slipping further down to grab a pinching handful of your ass. Roughly nudging you to sit a bit higher up on his thighs, he reaches lower and snakes his hand under your skirt. You squirm at the first touch against your panties, whimpering softly into his skin. Yami merely tightens his arm around you as he ever so carefully pulls the thin layer of cotton aside just enough to slide those sinfully long digits past the flimsy barrier.

“Spoiled brat,” He murmurs fondly, just loud enough for you to hear. “Already so damp and needy for me.”

You bite down on your tongue to keep yourself quiet, shuddering when he casually traces the length of your slit with abrasive fingertips.

Magna abruptly cackles about something and the sudden noise makes you jolt. Yami, to his credit, remains perfectly still though and merely waits a torturously long beat before continuing in rumbling hushed tones. “How long were you sitting over there in your own mess, hmm?”

“I - it’s not a mess.” You warble into his shoulder, your cheeks flushing hot.

“Oh? This certainly feels like a mess to me …” Pausing, Yami dips a finger into the meat of your labia and the slick quality of your pussy suddenly makes itself known. You hadn’t noticed until now, either because you were too caught up in your inebriated stupor or simply too focused on pouting to pay it any mind, but you were absolutely soaked. It wasn’t exactly surprising. Your body always responded eagerly to being manhandled by the captain but even this seemed a bit excessive.

Whining low in your throat, you decide you don’t want to play this game after all and try to angle your defenseless little cunt away from his searching hand. But Yami puts a stop to that quickly enough and shifts his legs further apart, forcibly spreading your thighs until you can’t find the leverage needed to wriggle out of his hold. You lip quivers when he takes advantage of this vulnerable position to worm a finger into the tight, squeezing heat of your body, gummy walls contracting around the intrusion with a pleasant flutter. It takes everything you have not to throw your head back and unabashedly moan up at the ceiling.

“Can’t you feel that, baby? You’re so wet I didn’t even have to work you open.”

Hiccuping, you shove your face against Yami’s neck again. “Dah - daddy … please .”

“Shh.” He warns even as he starts up a slow pace, sedately pumping into you. “Keep quiet or I’ll have to stop.”

As if on cue, Vanessa says something to him then and Yami effortlessly diverts his attention to the slurring witch as if nothing about the situation were out of place. You dig your nails into the broad expanse of his shoulder blades and bite back a groan, suddenly feeling ten times hotter than before. Even with all your concentration focused on keeping as still and quiet as possible, you find yourself imperceptibly arching to give him better access to your sticky cunt. It was certainly a blessing in disguise that she was just as drunk as you were, otherwise she might have given the whole thing a second thought. The way you were sitting on his lap. The smallest twitch of your hips to accompany the shallow quality of your breathing. It was so obvious what you two were doing. How had they not noticed already?

The table.

Neither Magna or Vanessa could see over it unless they came around and stood right next to the chair. You were essentially safe from the waist down and a fresh spark of confidence alights throughout your whole system with this realization, doubling and then tripling your arousal. It was still risky doing something so brazen right in front of them but you were just drunk enough not to care.

Loins twisting and curling, you carefully rear back to meet his shallow thrusts. You’d never felt more uninhibited in your whole life. “Oooh, daddy,” You whisper, choking on it. “Right there.”

Yami doesn’t miss a beat, easily keeping up with the conversation as he allows a second digit to slide in with the first. You feel the stretch in your bones and you quietly seeth, lashes fanning against the apples of your cheeks when it pushes you to just this side of discomfort. Even being as wet as you are, his fingers were just too thick for your eagerly clenching passage to accommodate them without some resistance and you hedonistically bask in the searing burn. It felt good. Almost good enough for you to lose yourself to the pleasure but, somehow, you manage to keep your wits about you instead of shamelessly writhing in his lap.

You may as well have thrown caution to the wind though. Discretion hardly mattered anymore. You already felt like a blatant little slut and the shock of how much that turns you on has your pussy drooling obscenely all over Yami’s hand.

“Hah - harder, daddy … nnghh, harder, please.”

Rather than obliging, he actually pauses his ministrations and you quietly mewl at the loss of friction. You squirm on top of his muscular thighs and desperately try to fuck down on his digits, panting like a bitch in heat against the captains neck. He shifts underneath you, says something to Vanessa that makes her direct a chiding tone at Magna. Their bickering starts up again and with the rise in volume, Yami gives his wrist a good twist that shoves his fingertips into your upper wall. Static electricity shoots through your system at the sudden pressure on that pulsing sweet spot and the tension in your gut immediately starts to toe the line of unbearable.

Your mouth drops open in shellshocked ecstasy but nothing comes out. It’s hard just to draw breath when the dizzyingly sharp jolt of arousal has your toes flexing uselessly in the air and you tremble, quaking in his arms. Unperturbed by the effect this is having on you, Yami takes his time caressing the velvety soft lining of your insides with sedately smooth motions. Those worn fingertips gradually curl up in the general direction of your belly button and press in deeper, harder, making your cunt absolutely gush around him. You weren’t going to last much longer at this rate.

“Oooh god !” You gasp, clutching him in a death grip.

Turning your head, you press your cheek against Yami’s shoulder and fix your gaze to a random spot on the far wall. The room looked like it was tilted on its axis - - spinning, spinning, spinning - - and all you can do is whine and shake when he scissors his fingers, making more room for himself within you.

You weren’t just overheated anymore. It was as if you’d caught flame, burning from the inside out, and it only gets worse when he flexes his hand, jabbing at the spongy soft spot again and again.

A choked off squeal rises in your throat, just barely held back by tightly clenched teeth. You’re almost positive you can hear the greedy, slopping clicks of your pussy sucking him in deeper just below the surface of the enthusiastic argument going on behind you but they don’t seem to notice. They just keep shouting back and forth at each other, oblivious to what was going on at the other end of the table. You have no idea how you’re getting away with this - aren’t even really sure if you will get away with this when all is said and done - but that’s the very last thing on your mind anymore as you haltingly roll your hips into the blinding pressure.

“Ah - ahh - d - dah - ahh - ddyyy !”

“Do it.” Yami murmurs, his mouth pressed tight to your ear. “Come now , baby. Do it while you have the chance. Come on.”

Your eyes roll back in your head and you give your pelvis one good little twist. The drag of your throbbing clit across the front of his rough pants is the last push you need, the resulting friction searing your veins. It sends you spiraling right over the edge into doped out bliss and you squeak, jerking against him when full bodied tremors grip you in earnest and make you shake.

Riding out the cresting waves as discreetly as you can, you blink back an onslaught of reflexive tears. Your pussy squeezes tight, milking your orgasm on his fingers, even though the effort of forcing yourself to remain quiet nearly breaks your resolve. But you manage, somehow, to breathe through it even as your hips weakly buck in unmitigated pleasure, subduedly twisting in his arms. It felt like you were drowning in it, choking on immense, all encompassing relief.

But Yami doesn’t immediately let up on his concerted attack, continuing to work you over until the spasms start to subside and you whine in frazzled distress. Digits finally stilling inside you, he offers a brief kiss to your hair and it makes you breathe out a tired sigh. You immediately slump, going boneless on top of him, now even clammier than when you’d started. The sweat clinging to your skin has you feeling worryingly damp but you were also satiated and comfortable. It was an acceptable tradeoff, as far as you were concerned.

“Such a good girl. You even managed to stay quiet for me. I’m proud of you.”

Smiling at the hushed approval in his tone, you snuggle further into Yami’s musclebound frame. You were floating on cloud nine, no longer concerned about being removed from the card game; not when the pleasant afterglow and the reassuring presence of your captain - your daddy - had you feeling so at peace. There would always be a next time.