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p0orbaby · 9 months ago

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Meet Cute

summary: it was always meant to be

warnings: just fluff for this one

a/n: probably my favourite pairing of mine to write

word count: 1.4k

Leah Williamson is not your type. This, you decide the moment you spot her from across the ballroom, swiping a glass of champagne off a passing waiter’s tray.

You’re aware she’s famous, which is typically a red flag for you. Infamous in your world, where all the proper names are whispered behind manicured hands and anything resembling normalcy is held with the same disdain as a counterfeit handbag. Leah Williamson is an athlete, which in your circles is roughly akin to being an overpaid circus act.

But what really gives you pause is her haircut.

Short, blonde, not-quite-pixie. She looks like she’s wandered in here by mistake, a traveler who’s taken the wrong exit on the motorway and ended up in a place where the speed limit is fifty miles under what she’s used to. You half-expect her to pull out a map and ask someone the quickest way back to civilisation. Instead, she tips her head back and downs the champagne like it’s water, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and you’re immediately in love.

Of course, you won’t admit this, even under threat of being forced to wear last season’s Chanel. Love, in your world, is about as fashionable as pleather.

Your grandmother, God rest her weary soul, once said, “You’ll know it’s love when you’re willing to risk wearing nude tights for them.” Nude tights, in her book, being one of the greatest crimes against humanity. You’re not sure you’re there yet, but the idea doesn’t fill you with as much dread as it would have this morning.

But you digress. You’re here at this godforsaken gala because your father insists on parading you like a prize cow before other old-money families, hoping you’ll marry someone with a suitable lineage. You’re twenty-six and your father has begun to suspect you might have, as he put it, “alternative preferences.” This is his way of reminding you that lineage is everything, and falling for someone without a trust fund is tantamount to treason.

So here you are, in a dress that costs more than most people’s cars, standing next to the dessert table and pretending the caviar blinis don’t taste like expensive regret. Across the room, Leah is now juggling her champagne glass and a miniature beef Wellington, and she seems to be losing.

You decide to rescue her. Or rather, you decide to rescue yourself from having to listen to Lord Farnsworth’s lecture on the importance of preserving the family crest for the fifteenth time this evening.

“Having fun?” you ask when you reach her, which is a stupid question because of course she isn’t. Nobody is having fun here.

She turns to you, and for a moment, you’re convinced she’s going to hand you her beef Wellington like you’re the help. Instead, she gives you a smile so dry you could use it to exfoliate.

“Are you?” she asks, and her voice is lower than you expected, with that clipped accent that tells you she’s from somewhere north of where people have indoor pools.

You shrug, because you don’t really know how to answer that without resorting to a level of honesty that would make your therapist proud but your mother faint.

“I’ve had root canals that were more enjoyable,” you say, and she laughs, a short bark of a sound that seems to surprise even her.

“Fair,” she says, and you feel like you’ve passed some sort of test.

“So what brings you to the seventh circle of hell?” you ask, watching as she abandons her beef Wellington on a passing waiter’s tray like she’s releasing a burden into the wild.

“I was invited,” she says, as though that explains everything, and maybe it does. Maybe she’s been told, like you have, that there are some invitations you just don’t turn down. Even if they come with the risk of being cornered by Lord Farnsworth and his endless tirade about how the current generation is ruining the art of fox hunting.

“Ah,” you say, because you understand that language. “That explains the face”

“What face?”

“The one you’ve been making all night,” you say, trying to demonstrate by contorting your own face into what you hope is an accurate imitation.

She grins again, and it occurs to you that Leah Williamson might be one of those rare people who looks more attractive when they’re amused. Most people, in your experience, become grotesque when they’re laughing, all exposed gums and teeth that are never as straight as they should be. But her face lights up in a way that suggests she doesn’t find the world half as disappointing as you do.

“And what face have you been making?” she asks, leaning in a little closer, and you catch a whiff of her perfume—something that’s probably advertised with shots of people running through fields of lavender, but on her, it smells like trouble.

You gesture vaguely. “It’s somewhere between ‘bored out of my skull’ and ‘I can’t believe I’m not getting paid for this’”

“I’ll have to try that one,” she says, glancing over at Lord Farnsworth, who seems to have set his sights on you again, the poor man. “But I’ll need some pointers”

“First, you need to perfect the art of the disinterested nod,” you say, demonstrating. “Like you’re listening, but you’ve also just remembered you left the oven on”

She mimics you, and it’s terrible, but you applaud her effort anyway.

“Close enough,” you say. “Next, you have to practice the well-timed yawn. Not too obvious, but just enough to suggest you’ve heard all this before”

She pretends to yawn, and it’s so exaggerated that a few people around you turn to look.

“Subtlety is key,” you remind her.

“I’ll work on it,” she says, her grin widening as though she’s actually enjoying herself now, which is against all logic.

“And finally,” you say, feeling suddenly bold, “you have to perfect the getaway”

“The getaway?”

“Yeah,” you say, glancing at Lord Farnsworth, who is now being temporarily distracted by some poor woman in pearls. “Like this”

You grab her by the arm and start walking, weaving your way through the crowd with the precision of someone who has been doing this their whole life. She doesn’t resist, though she does give you a curious look as you lead her past your father, who is deep in conversation with someone equally dull.

You find yourself in the courtyard, where the air is cooler and the moon is doing its best impression of a romantic comedy backdrop. Leah stops and looks up at the sky, as though she’s surprised to find it there.

“Nice,” she says, and you can’t tell if she’s talking about the view or the escape route.

“Much better than listening to Lord Farnsworth,” you say, and she turns to you with that smile again, the one that’s starting to feel dangerously like an invitation.

“So,” she says, as if continuing a conversation you didn’t know you were having, “what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”

The question is so cliché it should make you cringe, but it doesn’t. Instead, it feels like the most natural thing in the world, and you find yourself saying, “I’m here because I lost a bet with Satan”

She chuckles, a low rumble in her chest that makes you feel like you’ve won something. “And what did you bet on?”

“That I could get through this evening without wanting to jump into traffic,” you say, and she laughs again, this time a little louder.

“I think you lost that bet the moment you saw the guest list,” she says, and you nod in agreement.

“So what about you?” you ask, genuinely curious now. “Why are you here?”

“Because I was invited,” she repeats, but this time, there’s something else in her tone, something that makes you think she’s not just talking about the gala.

You want to ask her what she means, but you don’t. Instead, you reach out and take her hand, surprising both of you.

“Let’s make another bet,” you say, feeling a strange kind of thrill, like you’re standing on the edge of something.

“What kind of bet?” she asks, her eyes narrowing slightly, but there’s a glint in them that makes you think she’s game.

“That we can get through the rest of this evening without wanting to jump into traffic,” you say, squeezing her hand just a little.

She considers this for a moment, then grins. “You’re on”

And just like that, the evening shifts. The gala, the people, the expectations—they all fade into the background as you and Leah step into something that feels suspiciously like possibility.

You don’t know where this is going, but for the first time in a long time, you’re excited to find out. And maybe, just maybe, you’re willing to risk wearing nude tights for her. But only if you lose the bet.

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ourdawnishotterthanourday · 1 month ago

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Off Limits — Lee Seokmin

✧ She’s mine, and mine only ✧

Plot: Picture this… your boyfriend reminds you just who you belong to.

🎥 Starring: fem!reader x boyfriend!Lee Seokmin 🎥 Genre: dark romance; suggestive [+18], established relationship 🎥 Word count: 0.9k+ 🎥 Warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking, extremely possessive seok (don’t mess with him ooof), light choking, one instance of violence (breaking an arm), many red flags 🚩 🎥 Notes: we are back again with yet another scene slightly inspired by the Legacy of Gods series by Rina Kent! had to do it because who doesn’t love a possessive seok??? 🤭 🎥 Shout out: 100x thanks again my love @nothoughtsjustfic for beta reading this for me 💜

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“I can’t believe this girls’ night is finally happening!” your friend Hana exclaimed as the three of you entered the fancy-looking club.

“Right? I can’t believe Y/N actually made it out here with us for once. I was almost starting to believe she completely forgot about us,” Areum, your other friend, sighed dramatically.

“Oh, come on! You know I’d never forget about you. Besides, we still do stuff. Clubbing has just not been on my mind lately,” you defended, knowing damn well that the reason for your absence was no one other than your boyfriend.

Hana snorted. “Yeah, like once every few months. I mean, your boyfriend is hot and all, but it’s like the dude is freaking obsessed with you, always glued to your side and shit. He literally stares anyone down who even dares to look at you. It’s fucking intense.”

Oh didn’t you know it.

Seokmin was as intense as they come. It was something you both loved and hated about the man. It was great at times, because it meant endless passionate making out sessions that often led to kinky hardcore fucking at literally any place or time. But it was not so great when you were trying to have a night out with friends like now.

Although Seokmin was very caring and probably the only man you’d ever truly loved, the man was the definition of possessive.

You still vividly remember that one time he held a waiter at knifepoint for simply smiling at you, or when he broke the arm of one of your male co-workers for standing just a little too close. And let’s definitely not forget about that time you went grocery shopping, and he actually sent a guy to the hospital because he dared to ask for your number while Seokmin had temporarily disappeared into a different aisle.

It was safe to say you were forced to change grocery stores after that.

Maybe you were crazy for loving a man who would literally kill for you. Maybe your friends were right and he did in fact have an abnormal infatuation with you. But you honestly couldn’t imagine your life without Seokmin in it.

You had no purpose before he'd entered your life, working a 9 to 5, coming home to an empty house and watching cheesy shows every single night. Now, with Seokmin filling up your days, you felt alive, thrilled at having someone in your life who loved you as much as he did, even though it was a little extreme at times.

Tonight, however, you really didn’t want to think about your boyfriend, especially since you hadn’t told him you were going out clubbing with your friends.

“Can we not talk about Seokmin?” you begged just when you’d gotten your first drinks. “I just wanna enjoy tonight, just us girls.” You raised your drink.

The other two clinked their glasses with yours.

You grinned widely. “Let’s partaay!”

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Everything was great until it wasn’t.

You were drinking and dancing on the dancefloor with your friends for a good two hours before you suddenly felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up straight, as if you were being watched — which could only mean one thing.

Your hand immediately reached the phone that was in your clutch, unlocking it to check if you’d missed any calls or messages. There were none, strangely enough. But then how could you explain this feeling you were currently experiencing? Were you just imagining things?

Nobody is watching you. Just enjoy the moment. There is no way Seok—

A sudden hand on your ass and a loud scream had you spinning on your heels in no time.

And there he was, Lee Seokmin, your boyfriend, with a murderous look on his face while he twisted some random dude’s arm behind his back, followed by a sickening crunch that had the guy squirming in his hold.

“Yo what the hell man? Are you fucking crazy?!”

“Me? Ha! You’re the fucking crazy one for thinking you can touch what’s mine. You’re lucky I didn’t rip your fucking arm off.” You watched in horror as Seokmin tightened his grip on the poor dude’s arm. “Now fuck off and don’t let me catch you again or I’ll fucking kill you.”

The guy couldn’t get away fast enough when Seokmin finally released him, and you took that moment to mouth a quick “I’m sorry” to your two horrified friends before preparing yourself for what would come next.

“Forgot something, Princess?” Your boyfriend asked as a familiar black piece of leather with the words Off Limits engraved into it dangled from his hand.

“S-seok,” you gasped, feeling your whole body tense up in an instant, “What are you doing here?”

He frowned. “I should be asking you exactly that. I don’t recall you mentioning clubbing.”

“I can explain, o-okay? Let’s just go somewhere else first, yeah?” you suggested, hoping to deescalate the situation a little bit.

“No. I think everyone here needs to know who you belong to first. And after that, I’m going to show you just why you don’t ever want to lie to me, Princess.”

Fuck, that really shouldn’t have made you as wet as it did.

“Turn around.”

“Seok, please,” you pleaded, even though your body seemed more than okay with his demand.

“Now.”

You quickly turned around when you realized there was no way out of this and gasped at the hand that immediately wrapped tightly around your throat, forcing your head back, your eyes connecting with Seokmin’s wild ones.

A needy whimper escaped from your lips as he fastened a leather collar around your neck, his fingers briefly tracing over the words before he captured your mouth into a hot, toe-curling kiss that no doubt everyone on the dance floor had a front row seat to.

“You’re fucking mine, don’t forget that,” Seokmin rasped after retreating from your lips. Then he lightly tugged at the collar. “Now, about that punishment...”

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theunsinkableship1 · 21 days ago

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Friends the one with the mirrors

⚠️#lukolaship skip if you don't believe.

This week has been a heavy and painful one on the Lukolaship. Nicola Coughlan a person whose kindness, talent, and heart have touched so many is facing a wave of hate and hostility simply because she stood in solidarity with trans rights which is admirable

It’s easy, in hard moments, to feel overwhelmed by the ugliness out there. But the truth is: love is louder. Solidarity is stronger. Kindness will always outlast cruelty.

It is important to emphasize that hate should not be directed towards anyone, sending love to Nicola, her friends and everyone standing for dignity and inclusion. Hate has no place here.

Yesterday’s news felt like a small fracture, one we’ve sensed coming for a while, yet hoped might shift course. Nicola appears to have re-launched a relationship on the red carpet with someone who is not Luke. For many of us who’ve followed the story of Lukola with curiosity and admiration, those of us who have quietly hoped, believed, and felt something rare in the space between her and Luke, it stung, not out of resentment, but out of reverence. It marked a shift. The soft fading of a path we imagined brightly lit.

It’s not surprising, though. This has been the trajectory implied since summer 2024. The media breadcrumbs, the distancing, the new alignments, they've all pointed to this narrative. And still, here we are. Still believing. Still showing up with open eyes and hearts.

This isn’t delusion. It’s not denial. It’s about honoring something we’ve seen with our own eyes an extraordinary connection between two people that sparked not only on-screen, but in rare, unguarded moments off it. It's about intuition, patterns, silences, and symbolism. And yes, it’s about love, however complicated, quiet, or off-limits it may be. But because some connections don’t just disappear when the headlines change.

“I will go down with this ship And I won’t put my hands up and surrender.”

Because this never felt ordinary.

And even if we can even begin to comprehend,

We understand this is their life, not ours. They don’t owe us answers. If Nicola is happy, that matters. If Luke is at peace, we’re grateful. But belief, when grounded in truth and tempered with grace, isn’t something you simply abandon because circumstances shift. We don’t stop believing in the sun just because it's cloudy. The truth, as always, reveals itself in time.

For many of us, Lukola was never just about shipping two actors. It was about the rare kind of chemistry that transcends performance. It was the softness between takes, the quiet care, the electric stillness in their shared glances. It was how safe they seemed around each other, how joy radiated in their presence. It felt real, like something not manufactured, not scripted. Like magic, yes, but the kind of magic that only exists when something true is underneath it.

And you don’t just unsee that. You don’t forget how it made you feel. You don’t owe detachment just because the story didn’t go the way you hoped.

None of this is about hating anyone, certainly not their supposed current partners. Most of us are not interested in interfering, or in stirring anything up. We just… care. And we’re trying to process it kindly. Respectfully. Quietly holding space for something that feels luminous.

So, no, we won’t be waving white flags. Because we’re not fighting anyone. We’re simply choosing to wait with love. To hope without pressure. To imagine without expectation.

Because here’s the thing: something’s still mirroring.

"It’s like you’re my mirror, my mirror staring back at me."

One of the more curious patterns that’s emerged over time is how much Luke and Nicola seem to one another. Even now, as they appear on separate tracks, there are synchronizations, emotional, visual, tonal. It’s like a dance of shadows. Like the same song heard in two different rooms. They seem to respond to each other instinctively not as scripted characters, but as two real people who have grown deeply connected, whether they can show it openly or not.

The mirroring between Luke and Nicola has become one of the most fascinating, emotionally loaded aspects of this journey, something subtle, yet too consistent to ignore. Whether it’s in interviews, social media timing, fashion, or even the emotional tone of their public appearances, it feels as though they’re unconsciously (or very consciously) moving in tandem. We’ve seen the pattern enough times now that it can’t be purely coincidence: when one of them steps forward, the other retreats. When one posts something emotional, the other echoes it days later with a similar mood. Their energy shifts seem to occur in tandem even when they’re physically apart or not interacting publicly.

And it brings to mind Justin Timberlake’s “Mirrors,” a song often used for Polin edits, but hauntingly fitting for Lukola, too. “It’s like you’re my mirror, my mirror staring back at me.” That lyric carries the weight of connection of unfinishedness, of two people bound beyond words.

So, what could this mirroring mean? What is happening? Here are a few theories:

This mirroring goes beyond surface-level synchronicities. It feels emotional. Symbolic. Like two people tethered, whether consciously or not.

The Soulbond Theory

The most intuitive theory of all: they’re soul connected. Not necessarily in a romantic fairytale way but in the sense of two people who recognize each other on a deeper frequency. Some bonds are simply there, whether or not they’re acted on. The mirroring, in this case, would be the quiet truth of souls still aware of each other. It will explain why they ignite so much fire and passion on so many levels.

The Parallel Journey Theory

“And now it’s clear as this promise, that we’re making two reflections into one…”

They’re on parallel paths that haven’t crossed back yet but still might. They’ve been growing, evolving, healing, learning, becoming separately. But the mirroring suggests a spiritual alignment. They’re becoming the versions of themselves that could finally meet at the right time.

Perhaps their journeys are still aligned, but not yet converged. Sometimes people walk separate roads only to meet again when the time is right.

We see both of them stepping into new chapters Nicola with more vulnerability and boldness, Luke with introspection and quiet growth. They seem to glow up in rhythm. It feels like they’re building the versions of themselves that could, one day, reunite.

The mirrors aren’t just reflecting now they’re preparing for later. They’re growing in ways that may allow them to reunite from a place of deeper readiness.

The Hidden Communication Theory

“Show me how to fight for now, and I’ll tell you, baby, it was easy…”

Another possibility? They’re responding to each other in code. Not necessarily literally but emotionally, symbolically. When public closeness is restricted, mirroring becomes a subtle way of communicating. We’ve noticed it: Songs and words posted on one side, echoed emotions on the other. Softness on red carpets. Thoughtful timing. The silence speaks. Perhaps the mirroring isn’t just unconscious, they’re aware of what they’re doing. They’re offering a kind of silent reassurance. It’s not for the world. It’s for each other. Like sending smoke signals across the hills.

The Emotional Residue Theory

“Aren’t you something to admire, cause your shine is something like a mirror…”

This theory suggests they were once romantically, spiritually emotionally involved maybe deeply and that connection left a lasting imprint. Even if they’ve moved into new relationships or directions, the energetic blueprint remains. Like twin stars that once orbited the same system, their movements still reflect each other. That could explain why their energy still shifts in sync, even when they aren’t seen together.

We see it in matching moods, parallel themes in interviews, or social posts that seem emotionally in conversation with each other. It’s not staged. It’s not necessarily conscious. It’s just... resonance. Still flickering under the surface.

The Timing Mismatch Theory

They did feel something real during filming. Maybe it was love, or the seed of it. But the timing wasn't right. One or both of them were emotionally unavailable or focused on their careers. So, they made a choice: to preserve the friendship or leave the connection undefined for now. But real feelings like that don’t vanish, they pause. Maybe what we witnessed was a beginning that hasn't found its middle yet.

The Private Pact Theory

They are or were together but chose early on to keep it under wraps due to personal values, family privacy, or career strategy. They may have separated quietly or are still quietly present in each other’s lives. A “soft pause” rather than a breakup. In this theory, the heart of their bond is intact, but they're not making it public and perhaps never will.

The Image Management Theory

There may have been (or still are) real contractual or PR-related factors shaping how Luke and Nicola appear to the public. Whether it’s brand deals, Netflix strategy, or other alignments, what we see might be curated. In this reading, current public appearances don’t necessarily reflect emotional truth. And in time, the curtain may drop.

The Emotional Delay Theory

They’ve both felt the pull but haven’t acted on it romantically yet. Maybe they're still figuring it out. Maybe the weight of fan attention actually made them more cautious. The myth of Lukola grew so big, so fast it’s possible they needed to step back and ask themselves what’s real and what’s projection. And they might still be doing that, privately, in their own way.

The Red Herring Theory

The current relationships are real, but they might not be permanent. Like many in adulthood, these could be stepping-stone relationships. Good people, good timing, but not the person. This theory doesn’t deny Nicola’s or Luke’s perceived happiness now it just holds space for change. Not everything we see today is forever.

What can we make of this? I don’t know why things turned out this way, but it's clear they want us to perceive their relationships as they show now, and they choose to identify as friends. While I trust what I saw, which seemed more than friendship, and I’m pretty sure that it clearly went beyond that at one point. Their chemistry was unique and their comfort with each other exceeded professional norms. Their emotional mirroring suggests a deep personal bond. There is logic in seeing something special and reason behind our intuition. We recognized something genuine, even if the full truth isn’t public. Because we heard the truth even when it wore a costume. The connection between Luke and Nicola was real enough, consistent enough, and alive enough that it didn’t need "proof." It was evident in their eyes, their body language, their protective instincts toward one another, the ways they looked for each other, comforted each other, shielded each other especially during the most intense times and in spring and early summer 2024. After that, it’s unclear and very much complicated, because life happens, perhaps they couldn’t say it clearly or weren’t ready. Timing and life might have played a role, circumstances shift, private decisions are made, and public appearances aren't always faithful reflections of private truths, still the authenticity of what existed between them does not vanish

I know what I saw. I know what it meant. I honor it, I cherish it, but I also release it into the hands of time. Whatever is real will remain real. I trust that truth does not need my control to survive.

Some truths belong to the people living them, and it is enough for me to know that, once, something extraordinary touched the world and I was lucky enough to recognize it.

We are not lost. We are not adrift. We are simply moving with the quiet rhythm of time, believing that what was true once, still hums beneath the surface. No matter how silent the water grows, we remain aboard, steadfast, at peace. Sailing not with noise or force, but with the quiet, elegant grace of knowing: the heart remembers. And that is enough.

I will not abandon this ship. I will step back a little for now, not out of disbelief, but out of love and to show some respect and put less pressure on them. Out of trust in time, in life, and in the freedom of hearts to follow their true paths.

Whatever was real will always be real. We’ve seen their true colors. And they’re beautiful.

If all things in time, time will reveal. And we’ll be back on.

Remember this⚓

#lukola #lukolaland

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mmani-e · 1 year ago

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I've finally finished my Danganronpa AU personal project! I personally call it

DANGANRONPA: DEMIX

See Demix 1 here

And yeah, all the swaps as you can see above, and these guys in the middle are the replacements for Monokuma and Usami respectively:

Check out under the cut for some design insights on my take AND closer pictures of each pair:

Finally finished my personal AU project. I hope it's to everyone's liking!

I can go on forever about these designs but I'll limit myself to one-two sentences on some facts about the designs.

Mikan: Mikan's face tattoo was commissioned on her against her will so that she can never hide her nature as a Yakuza, but her leg tattoo was done on purpose, and she and Nagito have matching tattoos on their legs, his is just hidden most the time.

Nagito: He is usually seen with a spear and prefers the weapon over the sword, but he is more famous for his natural skill with the blade. That said, he resents the blade and wishes he could be recognized for the things he actually works hard to do, like throwing spears or protecting Mikan and her family.

Ibuki: I kept her design very similar to her base design because she pretty much just looks like a student, and I don't want to change anyone's personality so there's no reason for her to not get highlights. But I gave her some more symmetry in this design and gave her a cute little semi ahoge I guess with a hair tie, bc she doesn't naturally have one.

Imposter/Gamemaster: Yeah I made the big brain choice to keep him with his colors as "Byakuya" because it made for a more striking visual, and more recognizeable as the impostor. Also I made him too tall because I wanted to give him big legs lol.

Hiyoko: Her four cats are named Heart (scraggly cat), Mr. Pearls (sleepy cat), Big Red (Giant cat), and BB (black cat) bc canonically the four dark devas are named after shonen manga, I named her cats after pokemon games, which she canonically likes playing. Also chickens are her favorite animal, despite her love of cats.

Kazuichi: Kazuichi's not a natural born prince, through shenanigans it turns out he's extremely distantly related to some royal line in a microstate north of germany called "Nordsumpf." Their main exports are cars and Kazuichi is still new to being a prince.

"Kyoko": She'd try her best to act like Kyoko, but she's a little too meek and openy affectionate to pull it off properly. Also her knockers are way bigger than Kyoko's, so there's an immediate discrepancy to the trained eye.

Also in my au of DR1, Kyoko is the ultimate affluent progeny and Makoto is author/serial killer.

Hajime: His hair is actually extremely long back there, he just keeps it tied up. On shows he lets it all out and a wears red contacts, his stage name is "Izuru."

Sonia: Sonia became a team manager because she was escaping an assasination attempt, strolled into a junior laegue soccer game, took over for the coach and started just barking orders and the team won. They were the worst team in the whole league and after that she just sorta stuck around them and won them the championships.

Gundham: Gundham was orginally meant to wear the japanese flag… but there was too much white in his design so I cut it. He has names for all of his gymnast moves and he announces them very loudly when he does any of them.

Peko: I tried to give Peko a unique sort of "zombie survivor" kinda vibe so while she's clearly a mechanic first she can also just fucking kill you by braining you with that monkey wrench. Most of the time she's cool though, she's just like horribly dependent on other people to tell her what to do, so she attaches to Kazuichi because he's the most immediately available authority figure.

Fuyuhiko: He's got that sort of machismo that makes him not like to admit he loves dancing, but the moment he's complimented on it he'll really appreciate it. Also he's still part of a crime family, but it's just not as strong as Mikan's.

Akane: She really looks sporty still, but don't worry she's definitely "lucky," she's just much more focused on the future than her bad luck in the moment… which can be very bad, actually, and can make her come across as kind of aloof.

Nekomaru: Why is nurse Nekomaru not as common a thing. Just think about it, it's perfect. Nekomaru here got inspired by the bravery and hard work of the nurses that treated him and boom he became a nurse, nobody tougher than healthcare professionals after all.

Mahiru: Mahiru as a nurse is honestly a really really really fun concept but I feel like I wasn't very ambitious here, and I can't really show it through the drawing but one of my early drafts had her look more like a european chef a la gordon ramsey bc I headcanon her as a scot.

Teruteru: Decided to give him a raincoat which my sister pointed out to me could also be a trenchcoat, which is just PERFECT for a creep like him. It just writes itself man, though seriously he's mostly a landscape photographer who specializes in pics of the countryside. Still a huge perv tho.

Usowa: Name is a combo of Usagi and Chowa, the word for Harmony. She's less like a chaotic force of nature like Monokuma and more a manipulative and hardline teacher who coaxes the students into doing awful things by playing into their insecuritoies with motives, and which then causes them to kill, allowing her to punish them, "weeding out the weak and undisciplined among their ranks." She replaces Monokuma.

Kyojuma: Name is a combo of Kyoju (professor) and Kuma. He's a pretty silly guy with an easy temper to poke at, but he's good at heart and tries his best to be a more sort of "fun" teacher than the rules lawyer Usami kinda was. He just wants to help his students, too bad Usowa showed up and decidedly does NOT like his approach.

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A personal dilemma about dealing with mental health without calling 911: My ex wife is trying to give me her cat and that’s a pretty good indication to me and others that she’s going to attempt suicide (in the past she has said this to me and others). Her actions towards me have been abusive (I have not been an angel to her for the record) so I have been trying to go no contact (but she continues emailing me). I don’t think connecting with her would be good for her even if I wanted to because she’s so fragile that any boundary I try to draw could set her off. She’s pushed away all the friends that I knew. I’ve gotten my mom to reach out to her (my mom is long distance). I’m considering messaging her parents (local) but they have a strained relationship due to her transness and have a very limited perspective on mental health (first generation immigrant things). Is there anything else I can do that you can think of? I feel like there’s nothing I can do, like I’m doing nothing, if something happens and I did nothing I don’t know how I’ll be okay

Sorry if this is too much to dump on a stranger, I will survive if this one gets deleted

Forgive me for repeating myself on this here, but when an abusive partner threatens suicide, you should treat this as a threat to your own well-being first and foremost, and take the steps necessary to keep yourself safe.

Your ex has previously indicated to you that if she were ever to give away her cat, that this would be a huge red flag that she was on the verge of suicide. She knows that you know this, and so she is the very least aware what kind of impact that her actions right now will have on you.

We can view this both as an credible intention to commit suicide, and as a threat that can potentially bait you into making contact with her or otherwise violating your boundaries as a survivor of her abuse. These two things can be true simultaneously and equally.

And unfortunately, when someone who has committed domestic abuse becomes suicidal they do fairly often aggress against their partners or former partners, or try to take them down with them. You should not by any means make direct contact with your abuser, definitely not in person. Whether she is deeply in crisis, attempting to manipulate you into granting her greater access to you, or very likely both, there is no way in which making contact plays out well for you.

I am glad to hear that you seem to be fully aware of this yourself; the fact that you're afraid that she might kill herself because of you setting any boundaries at all is fucking chilling. That really says it all about how volatile she is and how likely she is to attempt to "punish" you for standing up for yourself by harming herself and leaving you with a lifetime of guilt. I am so sorry you had an endure this kind of manipulation and terrorization.

I do not think that you have any reason to call the cops or the psychiatrists on your ex here. We all know the outcomes for people experiencing mental health emergencies when confronted with the police are dire. The odds are just as great that they might kill her or forcibly institutionalize her in a way that makes her more suicidal than that they might help her. You are not being negligent for failing to sic authorities on her. By not involving the police you very well could prevent her from enduring harm, and either way, you are allowing her to make decisions on her own terms.

It sounds like bringing her parents into the picture would not necessarily make things better, and that if anything they might call the cops. I would weigh what you know about them and the situation before making a decision on that front.

You mentioned that she is no longer close with any of the friends of hers that you knew, but perhaps you can contact some of them and just make them aware of the situation, and they can decide whether they are available to support her in some way. At the very least, you may be able to find someone who's willing to come by her house and check on her. Think about any other associates she might be on decent terms with, whether that's from school or work or some shared community space, and you can let them know the situation as well.

Ultimately she does have the right to kill herself if that's what she wants to do, and as horrifying as it might be for you, it is not your fault. You are not in control over what happens here. You have never been in control, she was abusing you and she is continuing to send you upsetting and terrifying messages that make you feel powerless and scared.

I understand that of course you want to do everything in your power to prevent a person you loved from killing themselves, but as someone who has been there and has had their abuser in fact kill themselves, it is truly out of your hands, and what is most important is that you don't wind up pulled back into their web.

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gravity-between-us · 19 days ago

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Gravity Between Us

Chapter 18: Command Me, Colonel.

Summary: Caleb and I have known each other for as long as I can remember. We were once childhood friends, our bond as natural as the stars in the sky. But now, everything has changed. What used to feel like a safe, familiar orbit between us now pulses with unspoken desire.

Our friendship is no longer enough to keep the tension at bay, and the distance between us feels unbearable. Secrets, lies, and unhealed wounds stand in our way. I don’t know if we can survive this new gravity pulling us together... but I can’t keep pretending I don’t want to try.

Pairing: Female! MC [Named] x Caleb

Spoilers: Spoilers for Caleb's Myth's, as well as memories. Read at your own risk for these. Lore spoilers.

WARNINGS:

Unlikely to be completely canon. The other love interests will not be likely to appear in this fic.

MC is named. MC is socially awkward. MC can be depressed at times.

Very? Slow Burn.

Very explicit smut (Chapter 12 onward): PiV/oral (male and female receiving)/anal sex. Fingering. First time. Pet names (angel, babe, baby, pip-squeak). Kinks: Praise, breeding, creampie, light dom/sub. Rough. Some consensual degradation talk (MC is into it). Probably many, many more that I am forgetting to name. If you see one that should be listed that isn't, feel free to let me know. (MC is a repressed deviant, and so is Caleb.)

Awkward blend of darker moments, angst, fluff, and humour.

Drinking. Questionable life decisions. MC spirals.

Protective Caleb. Both MC and Caleb are a little obsessive and overly protective of each other, which could be considered an unhealthy relationship.

We will revisit memory scenes, but they will be different from the memories in-game.

As proofread as I can get it, but not beta read, so probably some mistakes.

Limited plot - most focus is just on their relationship and interactions.

More warnings could be applied, but as a general rule of thumb, please read at your own risk and do not continue if you find the content triggering.

To nobody’s surprise, my next mission is in Skyhaven, with the Farspace Fleet. The moment the assignment pinged on my Hunters watch, I knew something was off. Hunters usually get to pick their missions, but this one came directly from Command with a shiny little red flag waving on it that screamed: You don’t get to say no.

Now, here I am, sitting in on a debriefing I wasn’t invited to, for a mission I know nothing about, surrounded by people who are all very clearly trying to figure out why I am here.

No one’s explained what I’m supposed to be doing, and I am way too afraid to ask because every time I so much as breathe, half the room whips around like I just stood up, pulled out a baby seal, and announced I’m about to club it for sport.

A predicament, to be sure. Historically, nothing good happens when people stare at me.

Best-case scenario, I make a weird joke nobody laughs at. Worst-case, I black out from social anxiety and wake up three minutes later mid-monologue about the socio-economic implications of alien hotdogs.

I try to pretend I’m casual about it—elbow on the table, chin in my hand, expression neutral—but my social battery is shrivelling like a sun-blasted raisin, and I’m 97% sure I’ve been fake-nodding for so long I’ve lost all control of my neck.

At this point, I am a deeply awkward sentient bobblehead.

Aurelia Voss is the worst offender. She’s glaring at me like I keyed her starcruiser and insulted her mother in the same breath. Her eyes keep ping-ponging between me and Caleb like she’s trying to solve the quantum equation of “Why her and not me?” and every answer keeps punching her directly in the self-esteem.

On the bright side, and I do mean, solar-flare levels of blinding bright, I have a front-row seat to Colonel Caleb in peak “I command fleets and bench-press enemy ships before breakfast” mode.

It’s not a bright side for my pants (tragically deceased), my dignity (missing in action), or this Fleet chair that was clearly made by sadists who think comfort is a myth.

He says things like, “Run a secondary diagnostic on Deck Two,” and my brain starts screaming, “Tie ME to Deck Two, sir.” Someone please stop this man before I commit a crime of passion against the nearest wall. Colonel Caleb is like a spaceborne wet dream in uniform, and I do not have the emotional maturity to be normal about it.

Aurelia is the first to crack. She whips her hair over her shoulder like she’s doing a shampoo commercial in zero gravity and fixes Caleb with a saccharine smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Colonel,” she intones, her voice like sugar left out in the sun too long, “why is she here?”

Ah. There it is. The venom. The barely veiled “I will burn your little Hunter to the ground and salt the ashes” tone.

Caleb doesn’t blink. “She’s been assigned to this mission.”

Aurelia’s brows go up. “But… she’s not Fleet.”

“She does not need to be,” he replies coolly. Then—oh god, then—he drops his voice into that deep, no-nonsense register that could bend steel beams and ruin lives. “And you do not have the clearance to question it, Lieutenant.”

Oh. Oh. I am going to pass out. My ovaries are doing synchronized swimming. My brain has checked out and left a sign that says ‘Closed for maintenance due to critical Caleb-induced flooding.’

The stupidest, smuggest smile crawls across my face like it’s escaping containment. I try to fight it, but I end up looking like a cat that just knocked a priceless heirloom off a shelf and watched it shatter in slow motion.

Aurelia turns back to me, a scowl pulling her brows low and her eyes narrowed. “Just so we’re clear,” she informs me in a tone that suggests she wants to fight me in the parking bay, “Fleet information is confidential. We don’t need some off-grid Hunter running her mouth to her little vigilante friends.”

I blink. Twice. Open my mouth. Close it. Do that thing where you smile even though your soul is briefly trying to escape your body through your eye sockets. I’m not sure if I should say, Excuse me? Are you okay? Or full-send a juice box at her face and call it a day.

Caleb cuts in like a vibroblade through tension. “That’s enough, Lieutenant.”

The whole table goes still.

Aurelia looks like she just swallowed a lemon, and I am physically restraining myself from crawling across the polished table, planting myself in Caleb’s lap, and asking him in front of everyone to say ‘that’s enough, Lieutenant’ again, but slower, and with maybe a little breath on my neck.

My thighs do a very quiet, very shameful clench. He could call me insubordinate, and I’d say thank you. He could court-martial me, and I’d offer to buy dinner first. Honestly, if he so much as breathed the word “punishment,” I would dissolve into a puddle of need on the floor, wailing, “Do it, you beautiful bastard.”

Aurelia, however, does not seem to appreciate the erotic power trip I am having in real time. Her glare has evolved into a death ray. I sink a little lower in my chair, chew on the inside of my cheek, and wonder just how many HR violations I’m mentally racking up per minute.

Get it together. I’m a trained Hunter. A lethal weapon. I’ve faced death, survived ambushes, and several mandatory sensitivity trainings. I am not about to sit here, ogle my boyfriend’s impossibly broad, sin-forged chest, and daydream about being railed into orbit on this conference table while the Fleet’s finest look on in horror.

…But if I did, scientifically speaking, this table is absolutely the right height. In fact, it would be a public disservice not to find out if it could survive a full-scale orbital strike, powered entirely by Caleb rearranging my spinal column.

Focus!

I lock my eyes on the mission display. The projection stabilizes into a map of a port city on the edge of the Vega District, known for three things: black market smugglers, overpriced neon cocktails, and being the galactic equivalent of a seedy nightclub held together by chewing gum and narcotics.

Caleb gestures to the map with the kind of calm authority that makes my stomach do inappropriate things. “Two nights ago, there was an explosion at one of our facilities. Classified assets were stolen before the self-destruct sequence was initiated. Whoever did it knew the protocols and how to avoid Fleet countermeasures.”

He taps a red blinking icon. “We believe the stolen cargo has made its way to the black market. It’s too dangerous to allow it to be sold. We need to retrieve it.”

I blink slowly, trying to process the words while my brain runs a separate, much louder internal monologue: Wow, look at you. Just spitting out danger reports like they’re dirty talk.

Caleb continues, blissfully unaware of the literal pornographic novella I’m mentally drafting about his tactical planning skills. “We’ve identified three potential drop points within the city. Your task—” he glances at me, and I forget how breathing works for a moment “—is infiltration.”

I make a little half gasp, half moan. “Infiltration,” I repeat quickly, nodding with entirely too much enthusiasm. “Yes. Good. Love that. Big fan of… infiltrating.”

“We need someone who can move through Skyhaven’s seedier levels without drawing attention,” he explains. “You’ve worked the underbelly before, Inara. You know how it operates. And frankly, the less people know this is a Fleet mission, the better.”

Oh great. A compliment. Just go ahead and carve my tombstone now. Here Lies Inara: Died Doing What She Loved. Getting Mentally Railgunned by a Mission Briefing.

He starts listing intel drop times, contact names, and details about surveillance patterns, but I’m only catching about 60% of it because the other 40% of my brain is just screaming YES, COLONEL on loop.

By the time the briefing winds down, I’m lightly sweating, definitely flushed, and sitting in a puddle of inappropriate workplace feelings. Caleb straightens like he’s about to wage war and not just hand me a list of names.

“Hunter Inara,” he barks, sharp and authoritarian, his tone snapping across the table like a shot. “With me. I’ll provide the intel personally: contacts, locations, infiltration points. You can ask any questions you have en route.”

I rise from my chair like a cursed woman—haunted, twitchy, absolutely vibrating with repressed lust—and follow behind him as he stalks out of the meeting room. Every hallway we pass is a minefield of dignity destruction. Officers stiffen to attention the second he enters their eyeline.

“Colonel,” they bark, saluting with brutal formality.

Caleb doesn’t so much as blink. Eyes forward. Back straight. Shoulders squared. It’s like walking behind a monolith carved from command. I am white-knuckling my sanity and holding back an unholy wail of, “Take me behind this potted plant, Colonel!”

I try walking slower. I try breathing through my nose. I try not imagining how his gloves would feel wrapped around my throat while he orders me to report every detail of my infiltration with a hand between my—

“Keep up, Inara.”

I take a shuddering breath and obey, nearly speed-walking to stay close behind him. Apparently my inner kink is militarized efficiency. By the time we reach the double doors of his office, I’m one sharp command away from just throwing myself at him and letting the consequences sort themselves out later. The doors slide open, and I stumble in after him like a heat-seeking missile.

The room is cold and gorgeous in that high-ranking-military way: minimalist walls, holographic display hovering mid-air over his desk, glass shelves lined with tactical books and awards. He walks in like he owns the vacuum of space itself, heading for the console beside his desk. I, meanwhile, am trying not to claw at my own skin.

The windows—oh, God, the windows. They span the entire left wall, floor to ceiling, with a panoramic view of the landing pad below. There’s a fleet ship docking right now, lights flashing, people running.

Sweet mother of galaxies, I want him to fuck me against that glass. I want the fog of our breath and the sweat of our sins smeared across the view of a civilization he swore to protect. I want the imprint of my ass cheeks on his windows while two star cruisers touch down.

“Pip-squeak?”

I jolt, blinking. “What?”

He’s turned to face me now, one brow arched, the faintest pull of amusement at the corner of his mouth. “Your eyes were doin’ that thing.”

“What thing?”

“The I’m imagining you rearranging my insides in broad daylight thing.”

“Oh,” I nod, with the gravitas of a person who has never known shame. “Yeah. That tracks.”

He’s still somehow the Colonel and yet softening around the edges just enough to let the real him peek through. Maybe it’s the whiplash, or the fact that I can still hear his commanding voice in my spine, or maybe it’s just that my body has officially decided it can no longer withstand this level of discipline, but I snap.

I cross the space between us in two furious, horny strides, slam him against the wall with a satisfying thud, and kiss him.

He makes a low, startled noise in his throat, and then his hands are on me, fists gripping the back of my jacket. I kiss him like war. Like worship. Like I’m trying to get the air back into my lungs that he keeps stealing just by standing near me in a goddamn uniform.

“Inara—” he growls, breaking the kiss just enough to try and speak, but I’m already kissing down his jaw, scraping my teeth along the tendon in his neck, and he makes a sound that is going to haunt me in the best way.

“Windows,” he grits, fumbling behind him toward the wall console with one hand while the other grips my hip.

“What about them?” I mutter into his skin, already working at the fastenings of his uniform.

“They’re not tinted—shit—someone could see—”

“I hope they do,” I hiss, kissing down his collarbone as he finally smacks the control pad.

The windows dim with a soft whir, going opaque like we’re in a VIP section of hell.

“This is a debriefing. Not a—fuck—”

“Yeah? Then debrief me, Colonel,” I breathe against his mouth, “because I’m absolutely not wearing any panties.”

He curses and kisses me like that’s the final straw, and he’s done pretending we’re anything less than two people trying to set each other on fire. “Do you have any idea,” he mutters against my throat, “what you do to me?”

“Yes,” I gasp, clawing at the fastenings on his belt like I’m trying to dismantle the Fleet itself. “And I want to do more of it.”

His mouth is on mine, biting, hungry, and uncoordinated in that way that feels desperate. Like he’s trying to taste everything he’s missed and everything he’s never been allowed to want at once. I’ve got his uniform half-undone, and he’s still trying to pretend he’s in control, still trying to maintain some kind of order even as I drag him down into the chaos with me.

Poor, delusional man.

Shoving a mess of datapads and half-written reports that go scattering like they’re ashamed to be here, he lifts me with one hand and sits me on the edge of the desk like I’m the only mission left in his goddamn life. Then, he’s pulling my shirt over my head with a kind of reverence-turned-urgency that makes my skin prickle.

His hands go from firm to frantic, from reverent to possessive, palms trailing over ribs, thumbs grazing under my bra, mouth dropping hot and open-mouthed kisses over the swell of my chest like he’s forgotten air exists.

I arch against him with a sound that’s absolutely not a whimper. My hands are under his shirt, nails dragging down his back. He groans when I suck a bruise into his neck right below the collar, just low enough to make him think about it all day while he’s being saluted and addressed like he didn’t fuck someone across a desk twenty minutes before.

“You’re going to ruin me,” he sighs, breathless, dragging my pants down my legs. “You realize that, don’t you?”

I hope he's right. I hope he's so ruined he never looks at his pristine commander's desk the same way again. I hope every time he sits in his chair, trying to focus on whatever the hell colonels do all day, all he can think about is me.

"Good," I breathe, shoving his shirt up to drag my tongue across his abs. "Ruin me back."

His hands fist in my hair as I work my way down his body, sink to my knees, and slowly drag his zipper down. He's panting, chest heaving, hands flexing restlessly against my shoulders like he doesn't know whether to push me away or pull me closer.

I make the decision for him.

In one smooth motion, I tug his pants and briefs down just enough to free his straining cock. It springs up, hard, flushed and perfect. I lick my lips while looking up at him through my lashes as I wrap one hand around the base.

Slowly, I lean forward and swirl my tongue around the tip, tasting the salty bead of precum gathered there. He tastes like heady damnation, like danger, like every filthy thing I have ever been too afraid to admit I wanted.

He makes a strangled sound, hips twitching forward like he can't help himself. Encouraged, I take him deeper, letting him slide into the wet heat of my mouth inch by torturous inch.

I hum around him, and he curses, the muscles in his thighs tensing under my palm. I work my mouth over his shaft, sucking and licking, taking him deep until he hits the back of my throat. My hand strokes what I can't fit, twisting and squeezing in time with the bobbing of my head.

"Angel," he pants, hips starting to thrust shallowly, fucking into my mouth. "Shit, I'm gonna... You need to stop or I'm gonna..."

I pull off with a lewd pop, grinning up at him. "You're gonna what, Colonel? Cum in my mouth? All over my face?" I stroke him faster, thumb rubbing over the sensitive head. "Tell me what you want.”

Caleb pulls me up aggressively and spins me around, bending me over the desk. His hands are hot on my hips as he kicks my feet apart, spreading me open for him. "I want to bend you over this desk and bury myself in your tight pussy, fuck you so hard you forget your own name."

His fingers dip between my legs, finding me wet and wanting. "So fucking ready for me," he rasps, stroking through my slick folds. "So desperate for my cock, aren't you?"

I moan, arching my back to push my ass against him. "Please," I beg shamelessly. "I need you inside me."

With one hard thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, stretching me deliciously around his thick length. I cry out as he starts to move, setting a punishing pace right from the start. He pounds into me relentlessly, the desk shaking with the force of his thrusts.

He moves inside me like he owns every shattered, gasping part of me. He is not fucking me—he is claiming me, tearing me down to raw nerve and begging noise. It is annihilation, it is transcendence; he fucks me into a new shape, and I let him, I welcome it, I beg for it with every frantic, shattered breath.

His hand snakes around to rub my clit, and I nearly scream, the added stimulation almost too much to take. My thighs start to tremble, the telltale tingle building at the base of my spine. My cunt seizes around him, walls clenching, desperate to keep him buried deep, to drag him closer, to fucking merge with him if that is what it takes to survive the pleasure.

“Fuck, you're dripping all over my cock. Such a messy little whore for me.” His voice is heavy with intent, like every word is a slow, deliberate stroke against my senses.

The feel of him inside me is a brutal, perfect agony, every drag of his cock against soaked, throbbing flesh a new prayer of pleasure punched into my blood.

Every inch of me burns, every nerve firing, until I shatter in a burst of brilliance, blinding in its intensity, as every nerve screams with sensation. I'm distantly aware of him swearing as my inner walls spasm, locking him in a suffocating grip that feels like the last knot of a lover’s embrace.

He fucks me through it, never letting up, prolonging my pleasure until it borders on pain. Before I can catch my breath, he flips me over, hooking my legs over his shoulders as he drives back into my oversensitive pussy. I mewl, back arching at the exquisite amalgamation of pleasure and pain.

“Mine. You hear me?” He barks, pupils blown with lust as he drinks in the way he disappears into me. “No one else gets to have you like this. No one else touches you.”

"Harder," I demand breathlessly, my words staggered like someone barely holding onto their last thread of control. "Fuck me harder, Colonel. I can take it. Don’t you dare hold back on me."

I want him to use me until I am nothing but trembling limbs and broken whimpers, leaking and ruined and drunk on him, drunk on the savage bliss he feeds me.

He snarls, hips snapping forward with renewed force. The absolute strength of him, the power coiled in every muscle, is dizzying. He could break me apart, and I'd beg him for more.

It's base and primal, rutting together like animals in heat. There's no room for tenderness or affection, just a carnal need to fuck and claim and possess. I want him to wreck me so thoroughly that I feel the bruises of him tomorrow, to carve the shape of him into my bones so deep that no one will ever touch me without tasting him first.

"I love how fucking desperate you are for me," he praises, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust. "This pussy belongs to me. Say it."

"Yours," I pant, delirious. "All yours, only yours."

He rewards me with a rough circling of my swollen clit, fingers sending molten ecstasy through my core. Heat pools low in my belly, and then it spirals outwards, a violent, pleasurable storm that has me writhing.

"Gonna fill this cunt with my cum," he vows darkly, like a lullaby sung by a predator, sweet, soothing, promising nothing but a beautiful end. “Pump you full and watch it drip out of your ruined little hole."

I clench hard around him, a broken moan spilling from my lips. I'm past the point of coherent speech, reduced to wordless cries and desperate whimpers as he fucks me with single-minded intensity. I am so wet for him, so strung out on the obscene need he stokes in me, that every slam feels like it might kill me, and god, what a fucking way to die.

"Caleb," I sob, my voice utterly wrecked. "Please, I need... I'm so close..."

"I know, angel," he soothes, even as his hips piston into me at a merciless pace. The baritone of his voice rumbles against my skin, a bass note that vibrates through me, shaking my core. "I can feel it. This cunt is fucking throbbing for me."

He's right, I'm pulsing around him, greedily trying to pull him deeper. Every thrust drags along my sensitive walls, stoking the inferno coiling in my core. I cannot think, I cannot breathe; there is only the relentless claiming of his body against mine, staking me open from the inside like I am a kingdom he has conquered and set to ruin.

I can feel the heat building in my stomach, and when he presses his forehead against mine and says, “Come for me, now,” in that voice—the commander voice, the one that means orders—I unravel.

Messy. Loud. Completely undignified. It rolls through my body like a violently breaking wave, leaving me wrecked in its wake, desperate for the next crash.

He follows right after, hips stuttering in that perfect, helpless way that makes my toes curl. His whole body tightens, every muscle going rigid as he gasps, his breath coming out in sharp bursts.

His release floods me in deep, hot waves that make my head spin. I feel him in every part of me, each pulse of his cock making my pussy echo with the same need, the same hunger. His voice is hoarse, a broken cry of my name slipping from his lips, and I’m completely, utterly lost in him.

We collapse in a pile of sweat on the wreck of his very expensive desk, both of us panting like we’ve just run a combat drill with no oxygen.

“…You’re going to have to submit a maintenance request for that,” I wheeze, looking at the cracked desk frame.

Caleb groans, dragging a hand over his face. “Yeah. I’ll just put ‘severe structural failure due to unrelenting Hunter ferality’ and hope the interns don’t read too far into it.”

I’m still sprawled on his desk like a pagan sacrifice to the gods of questionable decision-making, while Caleb is awkwardly trying to gather the wreckage of his composure.

“You broke my stapler,” he mutters, holding the poor, mangled thing up between two fingers.

“Pfft,” I scoff, swiping a pen off my back and sitting up with a wince. ��It was either that or your spine, Colonel. Consider yourself lucky.”

“Right. Lucky.” He tosses the stapler in the trash and narrows his eyes at me, which would be intimidating if he wasn’t still flushed and hair-mussed and clearly having trouble standing upright without leaning on the desk.

It’s honestly kind of adorable.

“You’re smilin’ like a little gremlin,” he notes, buttoning up his uniform with shaking fingers.

“Just admiring my work,” I hum, swinging my legs and watching him try to tuck his shirt back in like a respectable military official who didn’t just defile his office. “You look absolutely railed. It’s my finest art piece.”

He points a very stern finger at me. “That was a one-time lapse in discipline.”

“Mmhmm.”

He gives me a look—somewhere between scandalized and impressed—and runs a hand through his hair. It doesn’t help. He’s still got that just-fucked glow, all flushed cheeks and bite marks I’m not sorry for.

“You’re impossible.”

“You like impossible.”

He leans in, brushing his lips over my cheek and the corner of my mouth. “I like you, pip-squeak."

Just like that, I’m melting all over again.

“Ugh,” I grumble, flopping backward onto the desk with a dramatic groan. “Now I’ve got feelings again. Gross.”

He laughs, warm and wrecked and all mine. “Don’t worry. I’ll knock ‘em back out of you later.”

I throw an arm over my eyes. “At least court me properly first, you degenerate.”

He nips my shoulder, all teeth and smug affection. “Fine. What do you want? Rations? Broken furniture? My eternal soul? Name it, it’s yours.”

I peek out from under my arm, squinting like I’m deeply considering it. “Hmm. I want rations and your soul and first dibs on all future office desks we defile.”

He huffs out a laugh. “Ambitious.”

“I’m goal-oriented. You realize,” I say, poking him in the ribs, “this is only the beginning. Conference tables. Briefing rooms. Storage closets. No surface is safe.”

“Storage closets aren’t soundproof, pip-squeak. You’ll have to be quiet.”

I snort, dragging my nails down his chest just to be difficult. “Or you’ll have to fuck me so good I forget how to make a sound. Your choice, Colonel.”

He chuckles darkly. “You’re a troublemaker.”

“I’m a visionary,” I correct, tugging him closer. “And you’re an accomplice now.”

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A03 - Note: Not all chapters are available there yet because I haven't had the time to copy them all over.

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stellar-constellations · 7 months ago

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Andrew Graves New Series' Poll!

Hello, my stars! With the Andrew Graves x Yandere! Nurse! reader: Star Patient series coming to an end at the next chapter, I figured I would start up the poll for our next Andrew Graves series!

I have many ideas, some old ones I've previously explained now more thoroughly fleshed out, along with a new one too! Please share your feedback and vote on what you want to read next!

Idea 1: Andrew Graves x Greek Goddess! Reader

(Y/N) is the Greek Goddess of Sleep and Visions. For years, she's had her eyes on Andrew Graves, her favorite mortal. A certain spark of his, finding his dreams and subconscious desires intriguing to stand out upon the billions of other dreams she's seen throughout her millenniums. In a desperate attempt to save her favorite human from death, she finds herself in the Mortal world now, entering a world of advanced technology and terrifying beasts (cars) roaming the paths. While Andrew tries to shield (Y/N) from humanities dangerous flaws (including himself), Ashley finds (Y/N)'s powers more useful than you would expect... The goddess finds herself in a world where she's constantly on the run as she evades the police and discovers what wonders this new world has to offer to her with what limited time she and the siblings have together.

Due to the nature of this idea, there will be religious themes mentioned, and there will also be tons of inaccuracies and my own takes on Greek Mythology (because Greek Mythology is EVERYWHERE that it would be hard to try and make this accurate). Sorry to my Percy Jackson fans, I've never watched or read the books so the Gods' personalities will be nothing like the PJ series. This was actually an idea I introduced a few months ago, it was actually in a poll against Star Patient! This idea has been recreated with a different plot, but I believe this plot is more enjoyable than the OG's plot.

This idea features the beauty of life and how much humanity has evolved through the eyes of (Y/N). As she discovers new technology, societal roles, weather changes, and her own emotions all whilst on roadtripping across the country to escape the horrors Andrew and Ashley have committed, horrors they wish to keep from (Y/N) and her preserve her innocence until she's no longer needed.

I figured the idea would fit here more, having an outdated and naive Goddess trying to navigate this new scary world just sounds so adorable!

(Y/N)'s personality is curious, timid, with an almost child-like fascination as she learns to understand the meaning of life, and to cherish it while it lasts. She has a overpowering need for validation and feeling needed, and all she wants to do is be helpful to the Graves siblings, no matter what she has to do.

This is going to be a fluffy and bittersweet series. I wanted something more wholesome and sweet for Andrew and Ashley because they deserve it after all they've gone through (in the game and in my Star Patient series, ahaha). (Y/N) and Andrew are the only love interests, and Ashley has a pretty healthy and wholesome sister-like relationship with (Y/N).

Second Idea: Andrew Graves x Two-faced! Serial Killer! Reader

(Y/N) is Andrew's lovable neighbor next door. She's always willing to lend a hand and has a stellar social image and a great connection with the community. In the day, she works as a waitress in a popular diner and volunteers at pet shelters. At night, she's a ruthless killer stalking the alleyways of the city, with nothing on her mind but how many stabs she can stab a face into disfiguration. She likes to lure men home and harvest their organs, selling them to the Black Market. She's never cared for romance or love until now, meeting Andrew Graves after he discovers her horrific secret. But as luck would have it, a bond grows between them and she starts seeing Andrew in a new perspective, along with her life. Andrew slowly seems to let (Y/N)'s red flags go and enter a world filled with obsessive love, power play, hidden trauma, and Stockholm Syndrome in this romantic comedy! How many stabs does it take to get to Andrew's heart on the market?

As you've probably noticed now, I like making (Y/N) the more... interesting characters. I feel like each (Y/N) helps branch out and creates inclusivity for my readers, because not everyone has the same personality or thought-process, so I wanted all my (Y/N)'s to be unique too! I wanted a neighbor who wasn't boring or a replica of Andrew or Ashley's personality, but I still wanted the reader to be enjoyable and not a blank-slate or morally-grey character.

This Andrew doesn't have Ashley as a sibling, making him an introverted, stubborn, socially-constipated, wallflower. I envision him to be more of the apathetic smart kid in class, gifted but constantly bored, until (Y/N) steps into his life and creates a blunder of adventure.

This (Y/N) is two-faced. To your face, she's bubbly, empathetic, and is the perfect definition of a saint, but if you turn your back for just a second, you might find a knife in it. She has a serious thirst for blood and hearing bones snap, selling organs on the market is just to dispose of the evidence! (Y/N)'s more than just a killer, but a victim too with a thirst for power and revenge.

Third Idea: Serial killer! Cannibal! Andrew Graves x Journalist! Reader

(Y/N) is a boring woman;. You wouldn't notice her in a crowd, much less recognize her face; is what most would think. In truth, she's an obsessive, caffeine-addicted woman with a thirst for information and exposing the truth of their world. She's a journalist who specializes in covering true crime cases, and the her hottest case happens to be the mysteriously quarantined apartment in her city. A thump! on her balcony and a door opening leads her to meeting Andrew Graves, who may just be the worst (or best) thing to ever happen in her life. I mean, it's not everyday your hottest crime case drops right into your apartment and begs for a place to stay! Who knew hitmen, cops, and a whole damn demon is following with this strange man with killer looks. Let's not forget the dead bodies he keeps bringing home and eating.

(Y/N)'s personality is obsessive and slightly-maniac powered on coffee and theories. Now that her biggest case yet is right in front of her, she can finally make a name of herself in the true crime world and up the ranks to becoming a full-pledged detective! But even with a killer on her hands, she has more problems following after her such as a demon, police, hitmen, and a work rival trying to steal her job! She has to solve this case before her rival does, but Andrew's not going to give her the answers so easily, not when he can benefit from this cute little journalist.

Andrew is a cannibalistic serial killer who went slightly crazy after quarantine. With a handful of luck, he finds himself on the balcony of (Y/N) (L/N), an underground journalist looking to solve his case exactly. In exchange for him living there rent-free, he has to help her solve his case, but he doesn't have all the answers himself, nor does he really want to.

Fourth Idea: Gunslinger! Andrew Graves x Outlaw! (Y/N)

(Y/N) is a saloon-owner who owns the infamous Andrew Graves' favorite saloon. As childhood classmates, they have a mutual respect for each other; it isn't easy being a gunslinger bounty hunter, and it isn't easy being a business woman. After an attempted assassination on Andrew's life, a false testimony finds (Y/N) in danger with bounty hunter's too, leading Andrew to kidnapping (Y/N) to keep her safe as they travel the colonies to get to a ship that should be leading them back to Britain. As they travel to the other side of the country, they face problems such as a dead horse, visiting saloons, robbing banks, running from the sheriff, wading rivers and walking valleys, escaping stampedes and bounty hunters, and running through and negotiating with Native Americans.

This is a historical idea. I wanted this to be during the period of cowboys, so 1880 after the American Civil War in New Mexico. (Y/N) and Andrew will be stated as loosely European who migrated from Britain to America. I am a huge history nerd, but I am not a historian so not everything will be accurate.

(Y/N) is a confident and caring woman who has a sturdy head on her shoulders and wishes to carry out her father's legacy and saloon. She's a childhood classmate of Andrew's, an unspoken chemistry between them that even after graduating school, they're still drawn to one another. (Y/N) is a raven who watches Andrew's back and alerts him of danger.

Andrew is a bounty hunter who travels and kills outlaws for rewards, making him a controversial figure himself, constantly on the run due to his career; however, he always has time to stop by and see his favorite girl. Andrew is protective of (Y/N) and sees something more in her that she can't see herself. Andrew is a wolf who fiercely defends and protects (Y/N) from whatever danger there is. He is her provider, and she is his caregiver.

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On Writing Yandere Characters - Some Tips

Warnings: Yandere content, references to violence, kidnapping, stalking, and other dark-ish content mentioned below. Not a condonement of these IRL activities. Read at your own discretion.

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Know Thy Character

Seems like common sense, till you realize how trope-y and predictable some yandere fics out there tend to be.

Which in itself isn't a bad thing. It's called FAN-FICTION for a reason and I'm in full support if anyone just wants to have a go at writing their fav as some obsessive lover.

What I mean by my earlier comment is to really understand your character (or OC) which in turn will dictate how you write them as a yandere. TLDR; No yandere is the exact same.

For example, we'll use Mileena from the Mortal Kombat series (non fans can still follow along); she's mainly portrayed to be a villainous character in an already violent franchise. Which means her penchant for bloodshed will be pretty damn high. As will her intensity as a yandere character (It might help to think of a scale. With 1 being 'normal/ healthy' to 5 being 'easily jealous/ some red flags' to 10 being 'avoid at all costs').

Some characters will be prone to your typical violence/ kidnapping sprees. But remember: know thy character. Not all are going to jumpstart to eliminating rivals left and right.

Is your character more charismatic? Sociable? Maybe they'll be able to lure in your reader with a charming disposition and sweet words to fool any suspicion.

Is your character well off and/ or powerful? They may act as a 'hero' for the reader and insist there's some kind of danger they're saving reader from when there really is none.

Is your character more timid and soft spoken? Use that to throw the reader off. Their red flags can be seen as cute/ strange little quirks, their social anxiety can be a escape goat for their unhealthy behavior. Etcetera, etcetera.

There's so many different ways you can write a yandere fic that doesn't just dive straight into kidnapping. You can have the nerdy/ loner character viciously stalk said reader to find a way to wriggle into their life seamlessly. Have the kind-hearted/ sweet character love bomb the reader until they feel obligated to stay in a relationship.

Long and short of this section: it helps to write yandere fics to feel at least semi cohesive to a character and how they already act in canon (albeit more twisted for your writing pleasures).

Know thy limits.

Once again referring back to Mileena from the Mortal Kombat series. She's already a pretty morally gray character in a series that isn't afraid of some violence. So it isn't so bizarre to think she may enact harm against the reader if she deems necessary.

Not all characters are willing to hurt their s/o though, and that's what's important. Each character has their own limits.

For example; a pacifist/ physically weak yandere may not murder rivals, but will use 'non violent' methods such as blackmail, social manipulation, guilt tripping, to keep the reader around.

Meanwhile, a more unstable yandere may be prone to extremities like kidnapping, threats, social isolation, confrontation, instead.

TLDR; the type of character you write will dictate what tactics they utilize.

This will also depend on your own limits as a writer, writing yanderes can be a good way to explore darker themes that are either scarce or obsolete in most mainstream fiction.

Knowing your yanderes limits will also help (if you plan to publish) with tagging your work and the possible themes your fic will contain. Both for those who wish to indulge in said content and those who wish to steer clear. (For example, I love a good yandere fic as much as the next guy, but I personally avoid those which include large age gaps.)

Know thy origin.

This one's a little iffy. If you just want to write a yandere fic for the hell of it, this isn't exactly necessary, but still interesting to figure out.

Basically, try pinpointing what made this character yandere in the first place. Was it their neglectful childhood that made them starved for affection? Then capitalize on their fear of abandonment.

Knowing your yanderes 'origin' can help establish how your character acts towards reader going forward. E.g.) if this yandere has always dreamed of a happy family life, but have been a social outcast for all their life, maybe reader being genuinely nice to them will spark their attraction. Which will later spiral into obsessive fantasies of their happy future together they desperately want to obtain. No matter the cost.

(Totally not an little teaser for my own little yandere drabble, no way-)

This doesn't necessarily need to be explored (as with the Joker, his origins aren't as important but more so his heinous actions in the present are) but can help establish your character's goals, motivations, as well as ground them to the overall story.

A/N;

I'm by no means a connoisseur of fine writing, but I just wanted to throw my two cents in. Finding an in-character yandere fic is always a blessing and I love my fellow writers for putting in the time/ effort to make such pieces.

My word is not law. If you want to write a Yandere Mr. Krabs fic where he sells all his money to be with you, go ahead. The point of fanfiction is to have fun with it.

Nothing revolutionary said, just wanted to give out some pointers to anyone interested.

Some extra resources 🖱🖇

Yandere Personality Template (created by @blughxreader) - https://blughxreader.tumblr.com/post/697650097943707648/version-2-of-yandere-personality-meme-please-tag

Another Yandere Writing Tips Post (created by @lets-get-kraken-boys ) - https://www.tumblr.com/lets-get-kraken-boys/697285268790738944/do-you-have-any-tips-on-writing-yanderes-i-would?source=share

#writing tips #fanfic tips #yandere content #yandere writing #tw yandere #tw obsessive behavior #tw unhealthy relationship #tw stalking #tw kidnap mention #tw violence mention #tw dark themes #dead dove do not eat #yandere x reader #character study

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nincel69 · 4 months ago

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The curious case of Trent and Courtney

Time to play the plunger and bring up old shit! There are, to my knowledge, three interpretations of Trent and Courtney’s relationship to each other: Trent’s version, Courtney’s version, and limited outside perspective. I’ll try to remain non-biased as someone who is both a NIN fan and a Hole fan (though I do think that Courtney Love sucks as a person).

I’ll start with Courtney. Now according to her, while on tour opening up for NIN, her and Trent started sleeping together. She claims that Trent “treated her like a groupie” but became “too needy” when they hooked up. She goes on the Howard Stern show and accuses Trent of being paranoid and hiring a PI team to stalk her. She drops his name pretty often throughout the nineties and on multiple occasions has made body-shaming jokes about him, saying things like “nine inch nails? More like three inch nails” (insinuating that Trent has a small Johnston (which I personally don’t believe because I don’t want to lol)). There was even a point where Courtney claimed to be pregnant with Trent’s child. I feel that we should keep in mind that Courtney has name dropped a lot of celebrities that she’s allegedly hooked up with and has been caught lying on numerous occasions. Courtney’s version of the events are a lot less believable, in my opinion, because she has such a long history of telling lies for clout. I think later in the nineties Courtney actually called Trent and apologized for all the shit she talked about him in the press. However, years later she’d go on to accuse him of sexual assault against her and other underage girls on the self destruct tour, but came back out a day later and said that it wasn’t true.

Now according to Trent, he liked Hole’s latest record at the time and had them on tour with NIN for a short period of time, I believe this was shortly after Kurt’s death. Trent recalls, one night, that he saw her at a club, completely wasted, and exposing herself on a pool table to a crowd of people (a story corroborated by Kennedy). He says he felt bad for her in that moment and felt like she could use a friend. So the two did become friends and Trent has said that she is very smart but “you wouldn’t guess it by the way she acts”. Shortly after the tour, Trent claims that Courtney became obsessed with him after he turned her down romantically, started stalking and harassing him and even followed him back down to his home in New Orleans (also corroborated by Kennedy). He’s always denied the rumors of the two of them having a sexual relationship and regarding Courtney’s claim that she was pregnant with his child, Trent states that “it would be the second immaculate conception.” He’s adamant that Courtney managed to deceive him into thinking she was a victim and in need of support when, according to him, she is actually an incredibly manipulative person who is obsessed with fame and public image. Trent also says that Courtney ruined his relationship with Tori Amos due to these rumors. I admittedly don’t know much about Tori but from the way she speaks about him, it’s clear that they were more than just friends at one point or another, Tori even saying “if he were a eunuch it wouldn’t even matter.” In reference to his tongue (This has nothing to do with anything else, I just thought it was funny asf if true). Trent would go on to make the song “Starfuckers inc.” which, in part, is about Courtney Love, a song which pokes fun at self-obsessed rockstars brown nosing and selling themselves out for fame.

Now according to outside perspectives, specifically Kennedy, a popular Mtv host at the time who had been good friends with both Courtney and Trent at one point, Trent talked to her on the phone about seeing Courtney romantically, saying that he believes her to actually be a very good person. Kennedy, who was already aware of Courtney’s red flags and toxicity, vehemently urged him to leave the relationship. However, Trent didn’t heed the warning and the two dated for a short period. Later when Courtney started making negative remarks about Trent’s Johnston, he publicly denied that there was ever a relationship between the two. Kennedy alludes to there being a dramatic love triangle (presumably with Tori Amos).

Tori would go on to bash both Courtney and Trent at her shows and even wrote a song about Courtney titled “professional widow”. Tori even uses the word “Starfucker” in the song which is the title of the aforementioned NIN song.

I’m sure the truth lies somewhere in between all these perspectives. Now, on which side I believe most, just given all the information here I would have to say Trent. I do believe that Courtney wasn’t lying about hooking up with Trent, being that it’s also confirmed by Kennedy, but as for everything else, it simply reads as Courtney being bitter about being rejected and wanting to start shit (which is kinda her thing). And it’s understandable that Trent would publicly deny the relationship, given the awful things Courtney has said about him. But since Kennedy also confirms Courtney’s toxic behaviors, I’m led to believe that Courtney was manipulating Trent in some way and began harassing him after the tour. In acknowledgment of the sexual assault allegations, I’m not going to say I don’t believe Courtney on that, because that goes beyond just drama and tea and it’s not really my place to speak on it personally. It’s worth saying that she has been right about these kinds of allegations in the past (specifically with Harvey Weinstein). I don’t want to believe this but at the end of the day, we don’t know Trent personally. He could very easily have threatened her into taking back the allegations shortly after she came out with them. However, there is no further evidence to prove that these allegations are true other than Courtney’s story which has changed multiple times. I mean, just by the way Courtney talks about Trent you can get the vibe that she’s kind of obsessed with him.

All this being said, I just end up feeling bad for Tori Amos.

BUT THATS JUST A THEORY

#sorry for formatting I wrote all of this down on my phone at work #this is just my opinion of the story and I just wanted to info dump rq #trent reznor #nine inch nails #nin #hole #courtney love #grunge #goth #industrial

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amysubmits · 11 months ago

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This is just my gut feeling after being on Tumblr since 2016 so take it or leave it but... I stumble across blogs of people talking about how women are just 3 holes and how 'true subs' don't have limits, how all women are naturally submissive and other nonsense, and I definitely dislike that and hate them being in this community. I have no doubt in my mind that these people harm subs. I don't mean to suggest that these people aren't dangerous - they definitely are.

But I kinda think it might be true that some of the most dangerous ones are far more subtle. Far more manipulative, specifically. I sometimes get this bad gut feeling when I'm on a blog where someone is preaching about how staunchly feminist they are, how deeply they love their sub, how they damn-near worship their sub (or would worship a future sub), how awful stereotypical "tumblr doms" are. They might go on long tirades about respecting women when they get anons asking things like "why would you even ask your sub what their limits are? If you want to facefuck her until she pukes, it's her job just to take it!" or other anon asks that seem...sus to me. And, idk. Something about it just makes me think that at least some of those kinda doms might just be saying "all the right things" just to try to pull in subs. But that's tricky, because of course lots of people just ARE feminist doms, loving doms, doms trying to prioritize the wellbeing of their sub above all else, doms trying to empower their subs. And when that's the case, saying that you're a feminist and that you value subs and respect subs and so on, even saying it frequently and strongly, shouldn't be a red flag. Most of the time when I see a 'healthy dom' post or 'good guy dom' post I don't think twice about it. But then other times my gut just tells me something is OFF about this person. And a big part of me thinks it's that I'm detecting really subtle manipulation.

They may not actually walk the walk, they may just know how to talk the talk of being a feminist, ethical dom while actually being an abusive one or just, shitty one. And if that's the case, they might be capable of a level of manipulation that is REALLY fucking scary.

Another thing that sometimes makes my spidey senses go off is when someone posts a ton of erotic writing or other content but then loudly and routinely proclaims to not be seeking a partner. Maybe they even throw in something like they know they aren't in a healthy enough place to be a dom right now. My gut sometimes says they're trying to claim they don't want a partner, while simultaneously making content to try to reel in a sub, so that they can then damage said sub and go "well, I tried to warn you that I wasn't ready for a sub!"

But - again - maybe my gut is wrong.

I hope I'm wrong. But, this has been on my mind for a while and I thought I'd speak it and let people take it however they wish.

#rant i guess?#red flags #but only maybe?#idk #🤷‍♀️#d/s #tumblr doms

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romancecroc · 3 months ago

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Circles (part 6) - Jason x MC

(Ao3 version) (part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) (part 7) (part 8)

(Contains a little smut at the end)

The next sessions went surprisingly smoothly. Despite the last encounter.

All the afterparty information was sent over to Ysaline’s email. During the next update rounds, Jason did not make any comments about the opening event.

Unless there was a big red flag, of course.

Some artists were unhappy about having limited time slots – especially the bigger names that expected special treatment.

But when Ysaline gave them an ultimatum about taking or leaving it, most of them adjusted themselves.

Except one troublemaker.

“I am the star of this event! What’s the point of starting the show, if I can’t finish it!” Jenny yelled, stomping around like a child.

They were all at the concert hall again for the first rehearsal rounds. And it was not going well.

“The ending act has already been given to another artist. Giving you two performing slots would be unfair to the others.” Ysaline explained, but logic didn’t seem to be going very far.

“Then fix it!”

At this point, Devon stepped in. Basically repeating everything Ysaline said earlier.

But because it came out of his mouth, Jenny suddenly agreed to everything.

It was giving Ysaline a headache.

As if keeping an eye on everything wasn’t stressful enough.

“Ysaline.”

She turned around, seeing Jason wave at her.

It was time to check the logistics for the afterparty.

Despite their recent fight, hearing him call out her name was… weird.

Still, she was determined not to let it show. Keep things professionally!

She left Devon with Jenny and quickly hurried over. Before being able to say anything, Jason held up a cup.

“Oh. I think I have enough caffeine in my system, but thank-“

“It is hot chocolate.”

She looked at him a little surprised. His tone was a little rude, but she accepted the cup anyway.

That’s when things started getting a little weird.

During the entire explanation process, he didn’t make any sarcastic comments. If anything, it was cut and dry.

As if he was in a bad mood and just wanted to get the day over with.

“Are you… alright?” she finally asked near the end of the tour.

“What?” he asked, almost abrupt.

That made her step back a little.

Before he could say anything further, another employee called Jason over.

Ysaline glanced towards Danica, but she shrugged back.

What was going on with him?

Was he mad at her? Just for speaking her mind last time?

It’s not like it was the first time. And he never had a problem acting like these fights never happened anyways.

Still, there was too much going on at this concert hall. And it’s not like they had a good communication history.

Even if the current project required it.

And so, the day continued with rehearsals and dealing with project conflicts.

When evening hit, Ysaline hadn’t encountered Jason again.

“Have you seen Jason?” Danica asked while everybody was getting ready to leave.

Ysaline shook her head. She watched Danica ask a few others, but nobody knew where he was.

Somebody mentioned he had a headache. Perhaps Jason stepped out once his presence wasn’t required anymore.

After that, everybody went their separate ways.

It was the perfect summer evening. Despite being night-time, the temperature was suitable for an evening walk.

Ysaline took the long route, hoping that the fresh air would cure her own headache.

Today was a lot.

Some peace and quiet would do her some good.

And then she had an idea.

It turns out she was halfway home, crossing the park next to the river.

If nothing had changed since, the boats would still be in their original position.

Ysaline stopped for a moment.

But what if he was there?

She could check, just in case.

There was a small sense of shame building up. The contradictions were absurd.

On one hand, she wanted to check if he was alright. On the other hand, it felt silly considering she wanted to maintain boundaries.

But says he was even there? He could be home lying on his couch.

And Ysaline could really use a boat session to relax a little.

Pushing down the sense of shame, Ysaline started following the path Jason showed her originally. Luckily, not many people were around.

After squeezing through some branches, she made it to the narrow path.

Nobody was there. The boats were untouched.

And that’s when Ysaline realized how sad she felt.

She really did hope to see him here.

Despite telling him off for crossing boundaries, she hated how dull their conversations have become.

Purely work-related. No banter.

She was always mad at him for dancing around the subject. Even when she’d confront him with questions, he’d act ignorant.

She just wanted him to take the first step.

But wasn’t that putting all the pressure on one person?

The longer she thought about it, the more she felt like crying.

“Ah.” She heard a voice say.

Ysaline turned around, startled by the sound.

Jason was standing a little further behind, changed into casual attire. One hand holding a bag.

There was a short silence.

“I’ll give you some privacy.” Jason said, turning around to walk back.

“Wait!”

Ysaline didn’t even realize how fast she bolted, grabbing his arm.

He didn’t pull away. So she blurted the first thing that came into her mind.

“There’s enough space for the three of us.” Ysaline explained, pointing towards the boats.

“The three of us?” Jason asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes. You, me and the unicorn that’s clearly hiding in your bag.”

At first, Jason stared at her. Dumbfounded.

Then there was a loud snort. Which then turned into laughter. And then into a howling sound.

He almost fell forward, holding his stomach. Grabbing Ysaline’s shoulder to balance himself.

The amount of laughter was making Ysaline’s face go red.

“Oh my god, I get it. It was a dumb thing to say. Ha ha, veeeery funny!” Ysaline said embarrassed, almost pushing him off to fall.

Jason was still wheezing, slowly kneeling to the ground.

“Your consolation skills are terrible.” He managed to say between waves of laughter, slowly regaining strength in his legs.

“I pity anybody who seeks your help.”

Ysaline rolled her eyes. It was all she could do, knowing she had already proved his case with her unicorn opening statement.

Suddenly she felt a pat on her head.

“Come on then.” Jason said, nodding towards the closest boat.

Ysaline silently followed him. After Jason placed his bag inside of the boat, Ysaline picked up some paddles scattered on the ground. The only thing left was to push the boat towards the water.

He jumped in with the final push, while Ysaline moved to the wooden dock next to the boat.

Jason held out his hand to take the paddles off her. She took the few seconds in-between to strategize the best entry point. She didn’t want to lose her balance again.

“Here, kitten.”

When Ysaline looked up, Jason had held out his hand. She held on to it, stepping into the boat with grace. Another factor might have been his arm around her waist during the process.

She was too distracted to figure it out.

“As lovely as you are, I can’t row the boat like this.” Jason said with a smirk.

Ysaline was still holding on to his hand, standing. An unrecognizable sound escaped her mouth, most likely a combination of mild curses as she let go of him, allowing both to sit down on the opposite ends of the boat.

Enough distance between them at least. Jason unzipped his bag, passing her a few blankets and getting comfortable on his end.

It didn’t take long to shake off the mortification. An accidental look towards the sky distracted her. There weren’t a lot of streetlights around this area, making the stars above perfectly visible.

It was calming. Almost soothing, combined with the rowing boat. She leaned against her corner, slouching down.

Nobody spoke for a long time.

It took a good few minutes for Ysaline to notice that the boat was no longer moving. They war far enough into the waters.

And just like her, Jason was leaning on his side, facing the night sky. Admiring the stars.

She rarely saw him in casual clothes. Perhaps it was even the first time.

It was almost criminal how good he looked. Maybe the tension earlier this morning was just her imagination too. Right now, his entire body posture looked relaxed.

But she stared for too long.

His eyes suddenly met hers.

Unreadable. Yet having a hold onto her, nonetheless.

“You look cold.” He said, almost a whisper.

She tried to speak, but nothing would come out of her mouth.

“Come here.”

Ysaline slowly sat up, moving towards his side. By the time she was halfway there, Jason grabbed her arm, pulling her in. Both leaning against the boat’s end, despite the small amount of room.

Her head ended up resting against his shoulder. One of his arms wrapped around her waist.

She suddenly felt shy. Unable to look him in the eyes.

But his other hand reached up to her cheek. Caressing it gently.

Until he lifted her chin to meet his gaze.

Look at me.

When their eyes locked again, the space between them had vanished.

His lips crashed into hers. Holding her body tightly against him within the small space they shared.

It wasn’t gentle at all. If anything, hungry, impatient. Every time she tried to catch her breath, he’d switch to her neck. Kissing. Licking. Biting. Digging his nails into her clothes.

She tried holding back on making any loud sounds. But whenever an action of his broke her restraints, he’d just go back and repeat it again.

At one point she had enough of being teased, pushing him off. Just to reposition herself on top of his lap.

“Wait, kitten.”

Based on his tone, Ysaline initially thought she crossed a line.

But that wasn’t it. The quick movement of trying to get on top of his lap, rattled the boat itself. Tilting left and right.

Ysaline squirmed when a few drops of cold water splashed on her. Once they stopped moving, so did the boat.

Jason couldn’t help but laugh again.

“Stop laughing!” Ysaline whispered, pinching his arm.

“I take it back. You’re great at entertaining others.” He expressed between the chuckles, pulling her slowly back into his arms.

“As much as I love your eagerness, I don’t think the boat can handle it.” He continued, giving her a kiss on the head.

Ysaline grumbled a little, but didn’t argue back.

It was unclear how much time had passed while she was lying in his arms.

The earlier fatigue was creeping up on her again.

Once she started dozing off, Jason rowed the boat back to the park. Their fingers brushed against each other, while he was walking her home.

It was tempting to invite him in. But she was so tired.

And Tasha might be around too.

“What are you doing tomorrow evening?” Jason asked as they walked towards her apartment door.

“Nothing, why?”

He smiled at her.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow. Sweet dreams, kitten.” He said, giving her another kiss on the head.

Her gaze made Jason keen on stepping into the apartment after all.

But he was also not in a rush.

“There, there…” he whispered, coming closer. Drinking in Ysaline’s blush.

“Let’s not get impatient, hm?” he finished, kissing her one last time.

Ysaline would have pulled him inside, had he not moved away already.

And then after a sly smile and a goodbye wave, he was gone.

#jason mendal #mcl fanfic #mcl jason #mcl new gen #mclng jason #my candy love #my candy love new gen #my candy love new gen fanfiction

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kabuki-draws · 1 year ago

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I watched Ridley Scott's NAPOLEON yesterday and it was a complete Waterloo.

Yes, I am a big history nerd with a giant heart for movie adaptation of historical topics. But when I watched NAPOLEON I sat there... and tried not to laugh. It was not only so historical inaccurate, that I wanted to cry, at the same time it was filled with cringe dialogues, red flags and terrible color grading. This whole movie made me so sad yet so angry, that I HAVE to write this review:

(Disclaimer: This review is based on my own opinion. If you enjoyed the movie, it's completely fine. Btw. in that case or if you agree with me, feel free to tell me your opinion. I would love to know!)

First of all: Don't get me wrong, the medium film has its own rules and you can't put as much historical accuracy into a big scale movie as you would into a documentary - sometimes the story needs to be altered to be a good movie. And that is fine. Even if Gladiator is a complete fictional story set in the Roman Empire, I can still enjoy this movie for what it is: A good-written story with great characters, a beautiful score and iconic scenes. With Kingdom of Heaven it's kind of the same - and while the movie cut was very inconsistent, I still kind of liked it. But then the Directors Cut made it a a masterpiece for me.

Funny enough, both of these movies are made by the same person: Ridley Scott. So naturally I thought: Well, Napoleon won't be a historical accurate film, but I surely will enjoy it anyways. Well, ...no. It is not only historical incorrect, it's also a bad movie overall.

To start it short: NAPOLEON clearly lost itself in all the various topics it wanted to tell within a runtime of two and a half hours. It made the whole storytelling very weird and inconsistent, causing the problem, that the audience even loses itself in the questions of when and where. Where is that scene located? When did that happen? And then comes the question: Why is this even happening?

Ridley Scott wants to depict Napoleon as a lover, a military genius, a big political figure, a revolutionary and more. But in the end he tells all of this in the most shallow way possible, which waters down Napoleons personality traits and achievements to a series of small scenes. You never get a glimpse of the "true" Napoleon, who was described as a highly intelligent and charismatic man. In fact, you never really feel ANYTHING about him except that he was a cringe red flag in front of his wife. He just stands there, stares and has very limited dialogue scenes to get a picture of that man. What are his overall motivations? Only Josephine? If so, why is this motivation only vaguely explored?

The whole love story between him and Josephine feels so unnatural and got to the brink of being disgusting. This is particularly sad because I deeply respect Vanessa Kirby and Joaquin Phoenix, they're both stunning actors. I don't know if they just couldn't fit the role or if it was rather a problem of the script (the last one is my guess). Yet whenever I saw Josephine and Napoleon on screen, I felt like acted very stiff and forced. Napoleon seemed more obsessed with her than actual love and that can be a character trait, but there wasn't a chance to explore that deeper. Before the movie entered the cinema, the lovestory between these two was marketed as intense, obsessive, deeper than you could imagine. What the audience got was a few scenes without real conversation, much staring and a bunch of cringeworthy s-scenes. And seriously, these "sexy" scene were the worst. I was so disgusted by them because they were SO DAMN WEIRD. There are no scenes that undermine ANY deep love between Josephine and Napoleon. It felt therefore so off, when they still longed for each other after their divorce.

And let's not start to ramble about the fact that they depicted Josephine ONLY in a somehow sexual way. Yeah, there is that scene where she says to Napoleon, that he is nothing without her. BUT SHOW, DON´T TELL! You never see her doing something instead of sitting there, talking with others or when the plot needs her to have sexy time with someone (not only Napoleon). As a woman myself this makes me so freaking furious, you have no idea. I don't need a marvel-coded super-strong woman with unlimited talents - I just need a female character that is written GOOD and plausible! Make me CARE for her plot and for the plot of Napoleon! Both of them don't even feel like normal human beings because they're like blank pieces of paper with their names written on it!

And don´t make me start to talk about the historical inaccuracies. At first I didn't want to draw that card. Actually, I don't need a historical movie to present 100% facts. If the movie is still enjoyable, it's okey. But even if many people say that the war scenes were awesome, I can only partly agree. Yeah, we have that cool ice-lake Austerlitz battle, but it took me a couple of minutes and a better look on the uniforms to know that Napoleon is now at war with Austria! You get nearly ZERO context to Napoleons battles. Yeah, nice, the scenes look cool - but there is nothing more to it? Is that all you need to show for the audience to care? For me at least, I just didn't care at all and I was very happy when I got out of the cinema. Overall this movie is full of messy non-sense choices that don't contribute to the story. Many moments just confused me and it left me with the question why Scott couldn't simply hire some historians to put together a consistent story. Everyone who read about Napoleons life knows that there are so much cinema worthy moments in his career that would've been so much better than what we now got.

I could ramble about that movie for hours if I´m honest, but I hope this little TED talk was enough to make my statement clear.

In the end, it just makes me sad. I wanted to like this movie, I wanted it to be good. For months I hyped myself up to this, read books about Napoleon, watched the trailer all over and over and talked with friends about how great this movie will be. Now I am just disappointed and frustrated. Oppenheimer was such a great biopic of a historical person that became a great success at the box office - even without great battle scenes. I hoped that Napoleon would push a cinema revolution, that shows people want big scaled films about historical personalities and history topics. But now I just want to forget this Napoleon movie to be honest.

#napoleon #napoleon bonaparte #napoleon movie #ridley scott #joaquin phoenix #vanessa kirby

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shiftwithalex · 4 months ago

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you don’t have to answer this i just wanted to let you know that jess shifts @shifttokjess was saying you were lying on their live and said they sent your tiktok (where you talked about scars manifesting from your dr and the shifting police) content in their group chat to talk shit… incredibly rude

Hey! First of all, I wouldn't be making this reply public, or simply wouldn't reply at all, but I feel like what I have to say needs to be heard.

I've had multiple people talk behind my back on how my experiences are "fake" and I'm lying, which I don't mind, really, because at the end of the day they are literally just people on the internet. I didn't even know Jess existed before I read this (I thought you were talking about a different Jess the ShiftToker, who's my mutual but immediately knew it wasn't her because she simply wouldn't, she's a sweetheart)

Further more that I dived into her account, found out she doesn't support permashifting and doesn't "encourage" people to do it. Which personally, I see as a red flag, if you as a shifter, who believes that Permashifting is possible, don't support it and get up in other people's business around it, their opinion is completely indifferent to me.

And for treating the shifting police as something that can't exist, well, it's quite literally absurd. I get that it's hard to believe it now when it was turned into a massive ShiftTok joke, but she has probably never thought to think with basic human empathy and a possibility, that the person who first spoke up about them might've had a real experience with them, and someone took it way out of proportion, and then the whole community got in a scandal about them and then decided to turn it in to a joke, and label yet ANOTHER thing that exists "misinformation" just because they were afraid.

And for my scars (that are still on my body today, since that day) I get that this, out of all the things you listen that she'd said, would be harder to believe, but just because she, or anyone else who bluntly trusts her opinion, chose to limit themselves, therefore setting boundaries around themselves that they are not aware of, doesn't mean that I do. And it is one of the main reasons things like these tend to happen to me, I don't limit my own reality, or manifesting, or whatever you want to call it, the only thing I set a boundary at is when it's a concern of my safety, or others.

Lastly, it's ShiftTok, this happens every 3 business days in that hell spawn of a community.

#reality shifting #shiftblr #shifters #shifting #shifting antis dni #shifting motivation #shifting blog #shifting community #shifttok hater for life(s)#i h8 shifttok #i slander shifttok #shifttok #tiktok shifters

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9mysterybook6 · 2 months ago

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I know you're right but I'm just annoyed that she's calling me :She Grooms Everybody In Gacha Community>> On her YouTube channel @South_park_fangirl

Rylie spreads her lies on YouTube

This is what she said about me in the video

Intro/Exposing My Real Truth About Myself As I'm Exposing 9mysterybook6

(((Hello Everybody Welcome To My YouTube Channel!

Truth be told, believe it or not, actually wanted to everybody and be friends with Just like how we were on DA. Fortunately, I just wanted everybody to forget about various crimes.committed DA And Tumblr, can you all please apologize and admit expose rants whion it doesn't sense by mysterious stories.

Oh, and even though we should alhalready know, some of 9mysterybook6's mes that she committed on tumblr, but were not limited to: Guiltripping/Block Evading: She Guiltrips Everybody As She Wants Everybody To Spread Awareness About Me And Causing Dramas And Lied To Everybody About Me.

Grooming: She Grooms Everybody In Gacha Community As She Exposes Lies About Me, She Miscalled Me Adophile. (I Just Hated Pedophile, Because I'm

Not An Pedophile)

Misuse of words and terms/hate speeches: She misused the word lies since her Im Expos.nts about has consequences of her fake truths about me, but she

10 30 didn't notice that the real truth was was hiding the goodness about me.

So Please Don't Hate Me, Just Wanted More Support Because I'm Joining The Gacha Community

As I've Exposed 9mysterybook6. Just Don't Do Not Expose Me I'm Innocent, But I'm A Coward Too.

Please Have Fun And Support Me, Because I'm Regardless For Everybody!

Do Not Break The Rules.)))

I find it disgusting and disturbing that Rhylie spread lies about me behind my back

When Rhylie deleted her account we thought that us was done with her.

But later she appeared in the second account

I simply asked her to leave us and everyone alone and not to mention my name in my blog or anyone else's.

And guess what happened?

I turned my back to her for a while until later I found out that Rylie did

Rhylie tells everyone that I forgive her and we have become close friends without my knowledge or permission.

Then she says I made her a gacha community leader without my knowledge or permission.

AND She was still harassing and bullying others and stalking them.

So I continued to spread awareness about the matter.

But honestly, her video made me laugh.

I mean in the video there was no evidence of her words or proof of her claims

Plus there were a lot of red flags in this short video.

But it's annoying that she spreads lies and false rumors about me and others on tumblr.

But what I find most disgusting is insulting to Gacha Community is this

Ryhlie is one of those people who gives gacha community a bad reputation.

Ryhlie is a predator to minors because they are easily manipulated.

Rhylie is a proshipper

She does weird things to minors, especially kids.

Despite her false claims, that this is not true.

But her blog says something else about her.🤢

Rhylie isn't taking up any of my time.

I'm just making sure Ryhlie doesn't cause problems in the future.

And yes I know I mentioned in one of my previous posts that Rhylie does this for attention.

But in my defense

Rylie was the first person to ever harass & attacks me online.

So yes you can say this is my first experience ever in this topic

Now I understand the saying, you only understand if you go through the same experience.

However, I don't let Rhylie take my time or her attempts at harassment to affect me.

I'm just standing there spreading awareness.

True I said I didn't advertise any hate drawings about her or meme of her

But I just cursed Rhylie and insulted her As a response to her shameful actions and in defense of myself, my rights, and the rights of my friends and Other

She tried any way to even threaten me

First she say (dare you to kill yourself)

Then later put it in one of the options

(Let's kill her)

She wants her followers to attack me and spread lies about me.

But of course I doubt any of her followers will attack me because they are not brainless people,

It is true that I have seen videos before about this topic and situation in other communities on YouTube.

But it's different when you're the victim or the target and everyone reacts differently to it or is like me.

For example, if someone pushes me, I push them back, and if they try to attack me, I defend myself and say my rights.

I understand your concern and your attempt to help and advise me.

Right, I can just forget about Rhylie and move on with my stuff.

But later Rhylie might come back and annoy me like making people believe her lies about me.

But like I said if anyone believes one of Rhylie's lies I'll be like where was your brain when she told you a lie

And like I said, I'm not afraid of Rhylie or her attacks or harassment of me.

And let's be honest when Rhylie sees this post

She'll start it in one of her tantrums.

And she does a tragic story of how she is the victim while others are evil to her

But a question, have you seen any recent posts about Rylie from me?

Of course not, because I was busy with other things.

You know I live my life and my hobbies

I was also busy in th other fandoms

Like look at art and reading fanfic

No, that's why I wasn't in tumblr.

Let's see how things go.

But if Rhylie says or does something really horrible and shameful about me or others, I have to respond to give her a piece of my mind.

I appreciate your opinion and concern.

But no need to worry

Rhylie has nothing on me

Rylie is just an adult who doesn't have any kind of life in their life.

so I hope you have a good week.

#answered ask #gacha community #gacha games #gacha case #gacha rant #gacha

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bronx-bomber87 · 9 months ago

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Happy Wednesday my lovely readers :) Ahhh already 4 eps into this season. Almost half way there. Doesn’t take long when we only got 10. Ha Still grateful for what little we got was better than nothing tbh. Also reached the limit on my master post for links. Apparently there is a limit. Boo. Gotta add a link to a new posts in there for rest of the reviews. Was kinda shocked at the lower amount of gifs for this ones. So a lot are the made ones from me. Anyways this is really really good one. Let us begin.

6x04 Training Day

We start out with Lucy being a lying liar who lies. Not even well.... Tim not believing her even a little bit that she’s "fine." One of Lucy’s tells is her fidgeting. Whether it’s her hands, her sleeves, and the ever infamous tattoo touch she does. All indicators she is anything but fine. Tim is well versed in all of these things. Because he has the book of Lucy memorized. Her telling him it’s ’Not a big deal.’ Is a big ol red flag for him.

Tim voicing as such to her. Letting her know anytime he’s heard that from a woman in his life they were anything but that. Lucy keeps pretending she’s made peace with it. That’s she’s a professional. She will keep on keeping on. But as we know with this episode that is a load of absolute BS. It's one thing after another for her in this one only adding to very 'not fine' she is. Poor girl.

They do turn a cute corner with her asking if he wants her to be upset? Tim replying of course he doesn't. But the man is worried. Rightfully so. The smile on her face when she asks this is adorable though. They have a nice little moment of reprieve till numbskull Nolan appears. Bringing up the very thing that is eating at her. Her short ‘I’m fine.' Before taking off. Ugh. Undoing any progress Tim made. Thanks John forever the worst with that stuff. Smh. The way Tim’s eyes follow her after that. *sigh*

So begins the hell episode for Lucy. She shows up to the scene asking about their killer. Then asks Harper/Angela if they want her to start canvassing? They tell her yeah the northwest corner. Lucy making a crack no one has covered it yet because it’s by the ‘Hell dumpsters’. Their sassy looks say everything. Lucy spitting back a company line about being a patrol officer. Oh my girl. It’s hitting her so hard she’s still a patrol officer. Feeling like at this point in her career her talents are being wasted. I mean they are…That much is clear in this moment.

Her expression at the end of the scene says everything tbh. About all that frustration and feeling like a failure. This is the starting point of Lucy isolating herself. I know everyone thought she had zero support. To me and I know others said it during the season too. That she isolated herself. Because just like Tim when she is going through something she does it alone. She is internalizing EVERYTHING right now. I have been known to do this as well. The need to shutdown and do it alone. I can relate to her.

She has a solid support system but that doesn’t mean she’s taking advantage of said system. I can relate to that very well too. It took awhile but I now have a solid system. I don’t always rely on them in times of emotional distress. It’s a learned skill. One I'm still learning to use. We talk about Tim and his need for therapy. Lucy needs it too. They’re scarily alike in their unhealthy coping mechanisms. It’s frightening really. Also the song running through this is so good (Dandelion-ill peach)

This next portion is the beginning of her spiral as well. It’s wrapped inside her isolation. It’s a recipe for disaster as we see later on... The isolation continues while she is guarding the dumpsters solo. If there was ever a time Lucy didn’t need to be alone with her thoughts it would be today. She spots some puke and thinks it might be from the killer. Calls Harper and tells her as such.

Harper tells her it’s unlikely to be related but they’ll need to process it anyways. Unfortunately it is only going to extend her time in hell. Nyla telling her could take a couple hours. 4 tops…Ugh. Not exactly what her day needs. Doesn’t help Harper cuts her off on the phone before she can finish her sentence. *sigh* Now Lucy is left to sit in her thoughts and stew in her emotions. I believe this episode was setup to reflect how Lucy is feeling.

Which honestly is like shit. How she feels alone (self inflicted or not), how she’s falling behind and feelings of failure. It’s reflected in all her scenes in this one. It’s a tough one to watch for her. She’s feeling very segregated and this dumpster canvass isn’t helping. As we know our girl isn’t very good at spotting when she’s being emotionally blind to her own feelings. Nor realizing when she’s not reaching out for the help she needs. The thing about support systems is they can’t be mind readers. You gotta relay when you need that support.

Lucy watching that press conference is killing me softly. You can see so much emotion written all over her face. The jealously and the annoyance of not being the one up there. Because well she almost was. It was just dumb luck (title of Nolan’s career) that they got that call and she didn’t. Ain't nothing going our girl's way today and it shows. She is a seething cauldron of emotions that she is tamping down under the guise of being ‘fine’

I do LOVE her waiting on Tim so they can go home together. (Also the hands in his jeans, the shirt, the jacket. Mmm gimme) It’s the little married things that get me all amped up. Waiting on her man to go home. It makes me so happy and squee. She needs it more than ever too. I swear at this moment in time the only keeping her sanity intact is that man.

He reads her like a book from moment he sees her though. Knows what her sour mood is all about. That if only Primm had seen her linked to this case. Seen this press conference it would’ve proved him wrong about her. Made him regret tanking her exam. Damn he knows his girl. Because that's exactly what her face is conveying in the very beginning of this scene.

Lucy notes instead of that she was stuck in dumpster hell. Not only that but she guarded puke for 3 hours. Based on the off chance it belonged to the killer. Tim asking if it did? Hoping to God it did LOL It’s the way Melissa delivers the sick dog line that cracks me up. How she could easily lose her shit right now. Like that was the straw that broke the camel's back for her today.

Ugh I hate it so much for her. She was already all up in her thoughts and failures. Probably thinking why her? What can’t she have even the simplest win? That she’s been resigned to guarding puke and it not even being helpful. That it should be her up there not Nolan. I mean I agree it should be. This is all just percolating toward the rash decision she makes later.

So damn desperate to prove she’s worth her salt. That this is the career for her. She’s meant to do so much more than patrol, canvassing, and general grunt work. Our girl is in dire straits and Tim can see it clear as day. Which is what makes this next portion so sweet and important tbh. Also doesn’t hurt there are more married vibes attached to it.

I love the gentle advice given here from Tim. She’s had a really bad day and he’s being sensitive to it. Doling out solid guidance but being soft about it. Applying logic with empathy so she gets his point but also doesn’t get more upset. Tim can see how this rough shift has rocked her. Especially when she is already on shaky ground. This man like I’ve been saying has been 10/10 for her. Idk what she would’ve done without him eps 1-4 I really don’t.

The beauty of this scene is him empathizing and building her back her up in the process. Reassuring her in the kindest way. That yeah you had a bad day, you’ll have 'em again, but tomorrow could be a whole new ball game for her. That being on patrol is an 'anything can happen game.' Knowing she is down about patrol right now. The man knows. Then is positive about it. Saying today wasn’t her day but tomorrow could be. I love this man so very much. As does Lucy.

I just love the ‘share our day’ marriage vibes this scene holds. Tim sees she had the tougher day and is there for her. Lucy getting lighter as they continue to talk. Something Tim is very good at. The best part of this scene is he gets her to laugh.

After he’s said his piece and comforted her he takes it a step further. Makes his lady laugh and we’re all here for it. Telling her not to be so greedy LOL It’s the way Lucy is looking at him that gets me in the first one. Her Tim smile in full force. Then their precious combined smiles in the second one. God damnit they’re so cute you guys.

I’m dying. They make each other so happy I wanna cry. The lack of space and how they bump arms as they laugh. Just being in love with all to see I cannot. Lucy being grateful for this goof of a man making her smile. For relieving her even if it's just for a short while of that weight on her soul. Letting him carry it with her for a bit. *heart clutch* I love them sfm.

First off before we delve into this part, I wanna say Lucy is an absolute BAMF is in the moments leading up to Harper/Angela arriving. How calm and collected she is. Making sure to cover Bailey as she gets her downed partner. If she could see herself in this moment she wouldn’t have so many doubts. But sadly that is not how crippling self esteem/confidence issues work. I just love watching her in the field and how well she handles herself.

Second my heart was racing from moment that man is shot in the chest. The entire moment is one giant adrenaline rush. Holy hell. Lucy covers for the duo until they reach her cover. Their airship is three minutes out and Lucy doesn’t think they can afford to wait. Wants to run down the alleyway solo. Cut him off so he doesn’t get away. That desperate need to prove herself rearing it’s ugly head.

Not only that but it is running the show for her right now. Harper immediately says no. That’s it's a 40 yard run in an open field. Lucy isn’t listening to her advice though. Level headed Lucy would've heeded her warning. Once again this season she is not with us in this moment. Saying to blow his head off if he pops up. That she’ll be alright. Angela doesn’t look pleased with this idea either. I mean look at her above. Concern written all over her. Her gut feeling screaming this isn't a good idea....But Lucy is hell bent on it.

This run had me holding my friggin breath. Tim would’ve lost his damn mind had he seen this. Not only that he would’ve ripped them a new one to letting her attempt it. When she got hit first time watched it I screamed. Held my breath until she got back up. Angela and Harper’s horrified faces mirrored my own. Couldn’t breathe till she popped back up. It was the most reckless risk she could've taken.

She is very very lucky her radio took the hit. It saved her damn life after that crazy run of hers. Lucy taking Tim's suggestion of being a big hero a little too literally. Honestly would’ve loved to have seen Tim tear them up for letting her do this... Reckless doesn’t seem strong enough of a word with this action. This decision of hers is a culmination of an episode long isolation. Of letting her emotions run the show and she took a risk that could've killed her. All to proof she could do it.

She had definitely given into those voices in her head telling her she’s not enough. Telling her she needs to prove herself or no one will ever think she’s worthy of moving up. To show she doesn't belong on patrol anymore. If she had just told her support system and really Tim how she was feeling. She wouldn’t have been this damn hasty. Lucy wasn’t thinking about what would happen if her radio didn’t catch that bullet. How utterly wrecked Tim would be if she had been hurt or even worse killed.

The problem being she kept all these emotions and struggles to herself. Which clouded her judgement. Her brain wasn't thinking in this capacity. This moment showing the continued communication problems in their relationship. How her decision could've really affected Tim. She wasn't thinking that in the moment though. Their communication issues go both ways with them. When they’re feeling emotionally distraught or vulnerable they isolate and take their problem on themselves.

Which results in foolish and hasty decisions. I.e. this moment above. And in next 2 eps with Tim...Something they gotta work on either before they’re back together or in the early repairing of their relationship. We get to see her KIA radio once she is clear. It very much saved her life and is now useless to her. I do love how she communicates with them before she pursues Jeff. Harper commending her on being smart in this moment. I mean they're in it now. So every move she makes from here on out has to be smart.

Lucy catches Jeff in the alleyway just like she wanted. Unfortunately he doesn’t look like he is interested in surrendering. Melissa crushes this scene oh my lord. The shaky way her voice breaks when she tells him to stop. To put his weapon down. Trying so hard to prevent a deadly outcome. I’m getting 5x19 flashbacks for her in this moment. Lucy dealing with the same issue Tim had. A person willing to die instead of give up. Despite them wanting to concede.

Lucy is basically pleading with this man to give up. She doesn’t want to shoot him. Doesn’t want it to end this way. Lucy is an empath as we all know. So her shooting him right or not she is going to carry it on her soul regardless. It’ll be a stain on it because she would’ve done anything to avoid this.

Lucy is on the verge of tears when she calls out Code 4. That the shooter is down. Ugh my heart. Adrenaline from end to end with this moment. Having it finish with a bang made my stomach sink for her. We watch how it affected Harper in 6x01 and she’s seasoned. How it affected Tim in 5x19. It’s never anything I wanna see our characters go through. Felt like I couldn’t catch my breath even after he was done. Such a good scene though.

Then comes the best part of the episode. Tim storming in like the worried husband he is. He has her work bag and I wanna cry. He has a death grip on it as he searches for the desk. I just love that he made sure to grab her bag before rushing off to the hospital. Man is on a mission to find her. Nothing matters to him but her in this moment. It’s the way he goes to the desk and they direct him to her immediately. He thanks the nurse with his tap to the counter.

I can’t imagine how he was when he first got the news. The look of sheer worry painted across his face when he steps foot into that hospital. Worried Tim is everything and Eric conveyed so much in these first two gifs. The first one is all concern and anxiety. He can’t breathe until he has laid eyes on his girl. The second one is relief in finding her. Tim completely by passes the gaggle of people outside of her room.

Doesn’t check in with them or see what happened at the scene. All that matters to him is getting to her. It’s the way he stops before he enters in. Taking a beat for the first time since he arrived. Then steeling some resolve knowing he needs it be her rock in this moment. Once he does this he steps into her room. Checking in and asking her if she’s hurt? He’s so gentle and soft like we all expect at this point with him. Doesn't take his eyes off her for one second as he sets her bag down.

Per usual the music department be killing it out here with the song selection. The soothing guitar and the singers soft voice are the perfect backdrop to this scene. His voice is as tender and comforting as Tim's tone through out the scene. Once again Melissa and Eric are the epitome of chemistry. Their amazing acting chops shining through in this moment. Melissa got me crying and all in my feels. Once Tim knows she’s physically ok it’s time to take care of her emotionally. The hand to her hair has me reeling. The way he strokes her head it’s so intimate and gentle.

Telling her she didn’t have to take his suggestion so literally. My heart. It’s all ‘hands hands hands’ from here on out. Like I said in 6x02 their physical chemistry forever floors me. It’s also just so damn sweet. Like he has to be touching her in order to know she’s ok. To reassure himself that she’s actually sitting in front of him right now. Saw a great tag said whenever we get hands like this makes them feral. How I felt about this entire scene.

So many wonderful facets to fangirl about and be feral over tbh. The man can’t stop touching her and I’m here for it. From the moment he was allowed to he was off to the races. Makes my heart so happy. He’s so tactile with her. It makes me wanna scream into a pillow. Touch is one of his languages with her but also their love language as well. It shows constantly. Honestly getting this soft scene after that adrenaline fest was much needed. That whole shooting scene had my blood pressure up.

I’m just bawling for Lucy after this. We get to see all she's been holding in. How incredibly upset she is about this whole situation. It's here with Tim comforting her she finally lets her walls down. Because her protector is there. He is there to pick up her broken pieces and put her back together. I know that feeling. Where you've been keeping it together. Then your person comes and asks if you're ok? And you realize how much you're not and the floodgates open.

That's Lucy in this scene. With tears in her eyes she tells him she doesn’t feel like a hero. Tim’s hand hasn’t left her at all btw. They both need this touch to ground them right now. I love how he rubs his thumb up and down her shoulder. Comforting her while she tells him her worst fear. The one thing that's been weighing on her soul since she released that shot in the alley. That she killed Jeff Budney. Asking Tim what if she killed him?

Tim crushing it with the comforting and being calm in his reply. So certain that no matter the outcome it’ll be ok. Why you ask? Because they’re going to deal with it together. The ‘Then we’ll deal with it.’ is EVERYTHING she needs to hear right now. Because yeah it’s bleak right now. But Tim wants to make sure she knows she isn’t alone. That he is there and no matter if he makes it or not he’s by her side. These are the exact reassurances she needs in this moment.

Lucy’s reaction has me crying some more. It’s the stifled cry when he tells her this. The sad shake of her head. Killing me softly. She couldn’t face the possibility of Budney dying. Not until her person showed up. Her fierce protector and love of her life standing by her side. Letting her know it’s ok. Even if it’s not it will be because they’ll face it together. Gah getting emotionally writing this up. This scene was primo on so many levels. *chef kiss.*

It’s here Grey and Wes enter the room. They let our lovely couple know he made it through surgery. Thank you Lord. The relief that floods Lucy is immense. I love how she looks at Tim and shakes her head. Needing his grounding stare as she takes in this news. Making sure it's real. Wes is quite the downer when he tells her for now. That if he dies later the investigation has to resume. The look on Grey’s face like WTF man…Let her have the win.

We see protective Tim step in after this. Asking if she can do her statement tomorrow? All he wants to do at this point is get her away from this hospital. From Jeff Budney and prying eyes. Wade is super sweet and turns on his dad mode and says that’s fine. Tries to get her to look and meet his fatherly gaze. She is too out of it to notice his kind look. All the more reason Tim needs to get her the hell out of this place.

Tim breaks her out of her revere with his touch as she watches them depart. I’m squeeing at the way he squeezes her collarbone, then soothes it with his thumb, before he moves his hand to the back of her neck. All the affectionate touches and very tender comforting has me ship drunk. His hand didn’t leave her for ninety percent of this scene. *happy sigh* He’s trying so hard to keep her there with him. To let her know he’s there and hasn’t left.

It’s the soft way he tells her ‘Let’s go home.’ also has me squeeing. Her home is now his home and I’m bawling. Like I said earlier all he wants to do is take her home and continue the comfort. Knowing the last place she needs to be is here. It’s the sweet smile on his face as he beckons her off the bed. Gah what a good man. Took care of her heart and soul in this moment.

Lucy doesn’t make it far before she is collapsing into his arms. Truly letting her walls down in full. Relaxing for the first time and melting completely against him. It’s the way she folds into his arms so easily. How he has her wrapped up in them immediately. Shielding her from the rest of the hospital. From this situation. One hand in her hair cradling her gently to his chest. How he is softly cupping the back of her head. The other wrapped around her nice and tight. Cocooning her in his embrace. His eyes shutting the minute he can feel her safely in his arms.

Tim breathing for the first time since he entered this room. All the while giving her the comfort zone of being in his arms. Gah it’s the slight sway that goes along with it that has me swooning. Rocking her in his arms sweetly. Trying to give her the solace she had been craving since that alleyway. Lucy hiding her face happily in his chest as he does this. Her hand placed on his chest as well has me happily sighing. No one does hugs quite like our couple does. The emotions they evoke out of me is unreal. They are top tier goodness.

To make the hug even sweeter we get a kiss to the head. The way Lucy wraps her arms around his back fully as he does this. Grounding her further as he takes care of her. They continue their lovely swaying as Tim places his cheek on her head. Resting it there lovingly. There’s a reason I kept this hug as my banner. Not that I don’t love the elevator hug in 6x09. I love it so much and will gush when we get there. But this hug ranks up there as top ones for me. Why you ask?

This hug just exemplifies how they provide comfort for each other. How physical touch is one of their primary love languages. They are each other's sanctuary. A happy and safe place amid the darkness their job brings. Coupled with the song playing in the background, the moment becomes even more glorious. It’s a beautiful scene made even more poignant by the this loving embrace.

I'm still not over how beautiful this scene is. You can see the stress and anxiety just drain out of Lucy. From the moment she is in his arms she is at peace. The same for Tim with pulling her into his arms. They both needed this hug so much. The continuity of the head kisses I’m here for as well. Gimme that all day long. In every future hug. I remember thinking as the shot panned out what would she have done without Tim in this moment? Without his wonderfully soothing comfort? Ugh what makes the next set of episode a gut punch that I still haven’t recovered from…

Thanks as always to my amazing readers who like, comment or reblog these reviews. Means the world to me. I shall see you all in 6x05 :)

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Side notes-Non Chenford

I love Aaron going out with Tim for his first day. Going over the T.RA.I.N yummy T.O Tim in a Metro outfit. I will take that at every chance I can get it. If I had only know this was my last ep with him in that outfit would've appreciated it more 😭 Also this gif was for eye candy. Nothing more nothing less. How I wish to be the chair for which he leans upon in this scene. Metro outfit, badge showing, the way he is deliciously leaning against that chair. *fans self* Doesn't hurt Aaron is hilarious in his quest to please Tim LOL

We watch Nolan continue to be a terrible T.O. He lets Celina say a huge no no over the radio smh

Something else wanted to touch on for the Lucy having no support system. What happened with Jeff Budney is the direct result of not relying on said support system. I'm not blaming her. I have been her. Just want to make that very clear. But the gaggle of people outside her room worried about her is that system. Waiting to see what happens to her etc Everyone was worried about her and for her.

Other than Tim she does have it but as we know this season is super rough on her. So that is hard to see. Especially with losing her main pillar of that system in Tim. Which causes her to retreat even farther inside, but that’s for future eps to delve into. I remember D had this great post about how Lucy has been isolating for years. We were just finally seeing the result of that. Very true.

I mean only person she's really let in other than Jackson is Tim. That's it folks. Because she too has walls. She has Tamara but it's not the same as what she has with Tim. Once again hoping s7 resolves this isolation and her career path in the process. I'll be ok with her being put through it if we can have a good conclusion to go along with it.

Lastly the song running through the final scene is ‘Let it all go’ the lighthouse and the whaler. Such a good song.

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