#like yes i know he put himself there on purpose so it probably doesn't count but still

[kyri45]

✨ShadowPeach Bio Parents Bio AU Q&A! 23/12✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

@boonalina ha chiesto: Question: Why does Wukong's biblically accurate form have two faces? Also, was there some inspiration for you that made you want to design him like that? (Since I know he doesn't have any canonical Kaiju form in LMK) Also also, DAMN that Kaiju fight was so freaking pretty!! The colors were so well done!

thank you!! He has 3 actually, but in the panels you can see 2 bc the third is facing away from the camera aha.

Anonimo ha chiesto: would you make a Shadowpeach bio parents au zine?

yes I would. But it requires an enormeous amount of organization, plus you need multiple people to organize a zine, from contacting, to marketing, to production, to logistic etc… I don’t have the time right now as I’m already working.

@stro-lmk-enjoyer ha chiesto: Head canon that Red Son uses/used to use the ‘rubber duck’ method while working. The rubber duck method is: when making something by yourself you may get stuck/stressed out because you can’t find a solution to a problem. Have a rubber duck on your desk just so you can verbally explain your problem, which could help you solve it by actually hearing it out loud. But a side effect of this is now Red Son will talk to himself while he works, even if it does help it still freaks his parents out hearing him mumbling to himself when they pass his room. Just something I learned recently when watching a video about writing a characters backstory 👍 I thought you might like this too! Bye <3

i know need Red Son just talking about project to a cute rubber duck and MK finding it adorable.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Will LBD come back ? Even if it is just in a dream ?

maybe

Anonimo ha chiesto: how old is MK ? Like 18-21 ???

almost 22.

@haru7110 ha chiesto: IS MEI IMMORTAL LIKE MK AND REDSON IN THE SHADOWPEACH AU??? I NEED TO KNOW!! Fornoreasonwhatsoeverobviouslyhahahahaha (angst purposes)

no Mei is not immortal, but I would guess she has a lifespan slightly longer than average bc of her family.

@cutvdo ha chiesto: When you first draw Red Son in his human form he looked small, but later he looks bigger (probably from you getting more comfortable drawing him). I like to think he changed his human form a bit because he found out MK likes big man

this is the best conclusion ever. He would fr fr

Anonimo ha chiesto: Guess you could say MK got his own personal monkey tree

omfg-

@aizieweex ha chiesto: Hey Kyri!!! I LOVE your art, aaaand thanks for the recent repost of my animatic (or animatik?...I honestly don't know which is more correct, I'm not a native speaker at all), I literally screamed, lol (And still screaming). I wanted to ask, how many parts of the comic are you counting on? Do you already have a certain planned number of chapters? Anonimo ha chiesto: Hello! How long will the shadow peach bio parents au be?

there will be 9 parts in total. I don’t know the exact number of chapters left but I can assume around 30.

@copyrightedbystarkindustries ha chiesto: Love your art!!! Are you planning on putting shadowpeach au stuff on your redbubble in the future?

Yes I do! But first I need to finish my job which will be more or less on the 20th of January.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Does MK use a glamour to hide some scars or something his parents aren’t supposed to find out about ?

yes

@twilight-bai-he ha chiesto: When you said during the livestream that MK will have a new outfit when he is magical girl, What do you mean by that ?

that he will eventually own a new outfit as “official outfit” let’s say. That isn’t his temporary fighting outfit he has now.

@magician-kitty ha chiesto: You think Mac will get more flustered now that Wukong’s more muscular thanks to all that weight lifting from the previous chapters?

a little bit yes.

@whotookfinn ha chiesto: Hey!! I’m absolutely in love with your art, it’s so beautiful and wonderful and IM OBSESSED. Anyway, I’m not sure if you’ve been asked this before, but who’s your favorite lmk character to draw?

macaque and Mk, they fluffy.

Anonimo ha chiesto: I HAVE A QUESTION! after your shadowpeach AU will be finished will you do other lmk Au????

nope.

@cjtuy ha chiesto: My question is about tang and pigsy are they married I've always wondered this

no they are not married, but it’s something they have been thought for a little bit. They known each other for years and got together for one. They know they work very well as a couple, and marriage would only be a more “official” way to show their union. It’s on their mind, maybe they will plan it in the near future

Anonimo ha chiesto: Have you seen that Brandon Roger's clip where he loses his kid? I can just imagine macaque going through that right now with mk being kidnapped. "Mothers adrenaline is kicking in!!" "have you seen my son, he's about this tall, clearly gay but we haven't had the talk" https://youtu.be/dJJUFrENZ_o?si=lbacsYlJr8XpaDQQ (this is the sound just in case)

LMAO I know that video by heart yes absolutely those would be the parents.

Anonimo ha chiesto: In the Bioparents AU, is Redson actually going to be able to court so Mk in the end after the whole celestial situation?

they will have time to do their stuff after the heaven shenanigans.

@ashmeertheimp ha chiesto: I hope you are having a lovely day/night and are healthy and well AND TYSM FOR THAT SPICYNOODLES KISS I LOVED IT AND MY HEART WAS ABOUT TO BURST! Anyway I was wondering if mk and Redson parents are gonna have quality time with there Nephew in spirt/potential son in law?

mm yes. Post heaven shenanigans but yes.

@cpazy ha chiesto: About that,

It means that Mac and MK's powers have to do with the moon cycle, like on a full moon they get stronger or something like that? And if there is an eclipse where the moon turns red, their powers would go out of control?

Yes, but the opposite. On a full moon they are weaker, while on a new moon they are stronger.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Hello! Not a question but I just love and ADORE your shadowpeach bio parents au! ❤️ Recently you had posted about LMK fic recommendations, I wanted to recommend "The Constellations Within Us" and it's sequel "Epilogue: Axis" (ongoing) by cloud_somersault on AO3. It's one of my favorite LMK/Shadowpeach fics! The writing and world building are stellar and it includes similar themes as the ones in your comic, like the themes of reconciliation, shadowpeach angst and repairing their friendship and their joint custod- I mean- mentorship of MK! It's a really good fic and I highly recommend giving it a read! https://archiveofourown.org/works/48308065 And again, love your comic so much! Have a great day! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

aaahhhh I will definetely check them out!

@astro-nomaly ha chiesto: Per ur Bio Parents AU, what happens when a courtnapping occurs, but the person getting napped isn’t actually into the courtnapper, and doesn’t want to be napped? Does courtnapping have a “leave whenever you want” clause or..? (I love ur au akshhenwb)

they are allowed to refuse anytime. If the kidnapper doesn’t allow the he’s a dick

@thecardboardbutterfly ha chiesto: Since everyone is starting to fear for tomorrow, I decided to share my convoluted thought I got yesterday night at like, 3AM to lighten the mood a bit (.3.)~* So Technically, given that Lmk is very much based on Journey to the West, maybe it's not that much of a stretch to call Lmk fan content of JTTW, like some kind of future AU or something. Which means your AU is fan content of Lmk. See where I'm getting at? Because your comic is so popular in the fandom, there is fan content of your AU out there, which is already fan content. Which means we reached a point where we have fan content (fanarts and various inspirations of the bio parents AU) of fan content (said bio parents AU) of fan content (Lmk) of a piece of content (JTTW). The chain is GETTING LONGER BOYS. I personally think it's funny. My apologies for everyone who lost their brain/ last remaining braincell reading this x)

omg. It’s a fan-inception!

Anonimo ha chiesto: Will Red Son and MK ever have a bad date?

I like to believe EVERY date will have would be comically bad. But I think that’s because they still need to understand that they don’t fall under the “typical demon date” or “amatonormativity” umbrella. The best date they could have is just them training and having lunch later, or them playing videogames or netflix and chill.

@sollythesalt ha chiesto: Dumb question but do you remember the scene in lmk where Wukong said he has stage fright? I wonder if you're gonna do something with that knowledge…. Ps: Keep doing your magic queen we love you and your art✌️💅

oh u bet I did

[tizeline]

Asking some writers/artists I follow:

Is there anything in your fic/comic that you as the author know about, but won't end up in the actual story?

So I have a rather uh disorganized way of telling the story of the TSAU, I jump back and forth in the timeline quite a bit depending on what part of the story I wanna tell. Overall I improvise quite a bit, and because of that I can't be 100% sure what will be depicted in the story and what wont. But I might as well share some little tidbits of lore that are probably not gonna be mentioned in the main story (though they still might who knows lol)

So uh. April and Kendra are exes. Kinda. They were pretty close friends when they were younger and decided to become a couple when they were like 9 or something. This lasted for a grand total of.... 2 days, maybe? Then they had a huge fight about something silly like, I dunno, Kendra hacked April's tamagotchi as a prank and she got mad so they broke up and they've had major beef ever since.

Draxum made Mikey wear some type of artifact or gear that supressed his mystic powers as a kid for his own safety. Mikey started showing an incredible talent for the mystic arts at a very young age. Draxum was excited about this for all of 5 seconds before realizing that Mikey is a VERY small child with NO impulse control and he's definetily gonna turn himself and the rest of the family into glitter unless Draxum finds a way prevent that from happening until Mikey has the chance to develop an understanding of consequences. (He's learned to control his powers well enough to not need them by the time of the main-story, so he no longer wears the supressors)

Donnie's whole villain-act he puts on is partially a coping mechanism. He grew up never knowing anyone like himself (unless you count Splinter, I suppose) so the only times he saw himself represented in anything was characters in comics and shows and such. There were plenty of anthropomorphic reptile characters in the media he consumed, and Donnie clunged to anyone or anything that he could at least somewhat relate to. Problem is, a lot of these anthro reptiles were like.... y'know... villains. It's pretty common for super heroes and stuff to fight evil mutant reptile creatures, and even stories with only anthro characters reptiles tend to be charactarized as more villainous. Granted, turtles specifically usually don't get this treatment, but it still had quite an effect on Donnie as a little kid that most characters similar to him would be viewed as evil, which caused him to internalize that mindset. So turtle tot Donnie basically went like "Yes! This is what I am! A villain in someone else's story! It all makes sense now! This is a healthy mindset to have!" and just kinda embraced the role that human society had given to him because he didn't really know how else to deal. (Things changed after meeting April and he found out that there might actually be humans out there who might treat him like a person and not just a freak of nature! He still plays into the villain-persona, partially for fun and partially as a coping thing, but he doesn't have nearly as a negative view of himself now as he did as a tot)

And last, but certainly not least................ Draxum owns a Lou Jitsu body pillow (PURELY for research-purposes, NO other reason!)

[abubblingcandle]

20 Questions with a Fanfic Author

Having a real rough time with real life right now so doing this with a massive thanks to @readwing and @jamietarttsnorthernattitude

1. How many works on AO3? 322

2. Total AO3 Word Count? 1013402

3. Top 5 Fics by Kudos - I'm just going to do this for my more recent stuff as my Marvel Harry Potter crossovers dominate and I don't like them

1 - Our Little Life is Rounded with a Sleep (The Sandman)

While sorting out Unity’s estate in London, Rose finds herself idling and signs up for some short creative writing courses at the University of London. She had concepts for her book after all of her experiences but it wouldn’t hurt to learn the more about the craft as she put pen to paper. Plus who knows, she might make some friends who haven't been scarred by a serial killer and a not-really god. But that doesn’t explain why she is so drawn towards the Books in the Medieval and Early Modern Periods lecturer.

2 - Accidental Little Brother Acquisition (Ted Lasso)

Jamie doesn’t realise how much his heart needs a family until a certain Richmond coach calls him son. 5 times Ted called Jamie son and 1 time Jamie called himself a Lasso

3 - History Repeats (Ted Lasso)

Jamie almost has a heart attack when he is called about an emergency at Phoebe's school but maybe he is the right person to have this conversation with her. There is one thing that Jamie knows, he will not let his history repeat itself with her

4 - Accidental Father Figure Acquisition (Ted Lasso)

Jamie is perfectly happy with the family he has. Yes his dad is an abusive asshole, his mum is hours away, and Simon never tried to be his father but that was fine. He was an adult! He didn’t need a dad! … So why did he keep calling Ted that? 5 times Jamie called Ted dad and 1 time Henry called him a brother (This is a parallel sort of reverse to the first fic in this series Accidental Little Brother Acquisition)

5 - Plum or Cherry (Ted Lasso)

Ted wants Roy to come and coach Richmond but he doesn't anticipate the prospective coach's new relationship to be the sticking problem in getting the contract signed

4. What fandoms do you write for? At the moment Slow Horses, Ted Lasso, Strike Back, The Tunnel, BBC Atlantis.

5. Do you respond to comments? Always! Unless they are mean. I love getting comments so much I respond straight away even if it is just to give a little heart to tell you I love you

6. Angstiest Ending? Ummm Little Black Book - this is an exploration of the events leading up to Will's death and Gracie after his death and is just sad

7. Fic with the Happiest Ending? I tend to write happy endings in all my fics lol ... I think probably the one that springs to mind though is Questionable Summer Fashion Choices as it's just sweet

8. Do you get hate? Yeah but I usually just ignore it

9. Do you write smut? Yup. I only started with Ted Lasso last year but I branched out and think I'm decent at it

10. Do you write crossovers? I do. I used to write loads of crossover fic but now I'm a bit more conservative with it

11. Ever had a fic stolen? I have! My BBC Atlantis fic was stolen and published as an ebook. I reported it and it disappeared

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? I have, definitely ... it was one of my Marvel fics into mandarin but I can't remember which one

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic? Not one that is completed and posted

14. All time favorite ship? ExR back to my Les Mis days. Enjoltaire will always have a fond spot in my heart. But RoyJamie is up there although I do love it more as a qpr

15. WIPs you want to finish but doubt you ever will? So many unposted ones but out of posted I think That's Chaos Theory might be dead unless someone sells it to me

16. Writing strengths? Ummmmmmmmmm I think I'm pretty good at dialogue

17. Writing Weaknesses? Oh so many but I think that I'm not as good at the "show don't tell" stuff ... I just want to tell people

18. Thoughts on mixed language dialogue? I think it needs to be done with a purpose and in a format that is appropriate for that purpose

19. First fandom you wrote for? Oh lord above it was a shitty Eragon fic. I was 13 and it was so so bad

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written? Oooo this is so hard. Umm I'm going to go with Where the Hell is the Karma? because I am so proud of myself for finishing that fic

No obligation tags for @jamtartandsunshine @fanficfanattic @no-way-0ut and @too-many-rooks

[blazehedgehog]

Thoughts on the whole Mr. Beast situation?

None at all and even googling it doesn't really spell it out very well. I guess someone in his network was accused of grooming? Not even he himself. Just someone he employs. And people were upset it took him so long to say or do anything about it.

Listen. If there is one person on this planet I do not care about, it's MrBeast. He is incredibly rich, getting richer, and he exists in a world entirely separated from all my interests. He is way too much of a general purpose Youtuber for me to care about. He is a content factory brand to me and I am deeply suspicious of him on every level, because he feels like a fake plastic human putting out fake plastic videos.

In my entire life, I have only seen half of one MrBeast video, ever, and it was fairly recently: I was pet sitting for a cousin last week, her son watches MrBeast, and their Samsung Smart TV auto loaded to the 24/7 MrBeast channel where he was doing some kind of isolation chamber challenge.

I was surprised how earnest and personable Jimmy himself actually was, but his entourage controlling the isolation chamber were like... they reminded me of Biff Tannen's goons from Back to the Future or something.

That vibe of being like, some combination of Yes-men, nobodies, and D-list clowns. Most people probably don't even know Biff's cronies even have names (from left to right: Skinhead, 3D and Match). They are only here to crawl around in the star's shadow and laugh at all their jokes.

The dudes in that MrBeast video felt the same way. They felt like they were grown in a vat of Youtube Prank Channel parts.

So strike one: I do not care about MrBeast. Unless he gives me two million dollars. Then I'll watch every MrBeast video ever made until the day I die.

Two, I feel like pointing fingers and accusing someone of being a groomer is like, the most boy who cried wolf witch hunt of our era. I am rapidly reaching my tolerance level for finger pointing about intent because I feel like half the time I hear about it, it's nothing. Obviously it's different when it's DrDisrespect and multiple investigations have proven he was arranging a meetup with a minor and even the man himself has come right out and said "it's true but I never went through with it so technically by the strictest letter of the law I didn't do anything illegal!"

But I also feel like there are certain communities both on discord and on tumblr where accusations of grooming get thrown around a lot more casually by the younger crowd because it's an easy way to lash out at somebody you don't like.

From the perspective of a guy like MrBeast, I'm sure if he really put his ear to the ground he'd hear a hundred accusations of grooming going in all kinds of directions.

If he was a little slow launching an investigation? He's only human. His team is only human. And treating allegations like that seriously enough to do a real thorough investigation takes a lot of work. Again, if he jumped at every time somebody pointed a finger, he'd be wasting a lot of resources. I'm willing to give him slack here. It's terrible when it's real, but a lot of the time it probably isn't.

I know sometimes I say dumb things on this blog. I can think of at least two posts right now from the last year where it sometimes hits me that I said something really dumb. And that's not even counting all the stuff I'm sure some people just straight up misunderstand me about.

But this feels like busy-body stuff. The supposed groomer was already fired on the same day the investigation was started. They haven't even found anything for or against her yet. Beyond that, who cares.

[eri-pl]

A dictionary

I have a very… I think it's called "idiosyncratic" way of speaking. I use phrases that have meaning for me, but sometimes not for anyone else. So I decided to post a discionary of the most common ones (instead of IDK to stop using them).

Idiot, Idiot#1 — Melkor, later known as Morgoth, Dark Enemy etc etc. My problematic (oh, how so!) fave. I would never vote for him but I would definitely cry about him. I use both names, depending on which timeframe I'm talking about, also I use the Ao3 | spelling.

Idiot#2, Idiot Junior, or just Junior — Sauron. Also known as Mairon, but this feels like a more niche name. Not much of a fave, but also I would cry etc. Sometimes I use his other names too, based on context.

Fefe — Feanor, also know as Curufinwë Feanáro Finwion (did I put the ' right?). I don't remember who invented this name.

Lulu — Lúthien Tinuvíel (did I do the 's right???). This term thanks to @edennill

Birb — often, depending on the context, Manwë, the Elder King or Eonwë, his herald.

Tolkien would chase you (me) with an axe for this — the "this" in question is either deeply non-canon (or even subversive. Like: contains jazz.) or deals with Christianity more explicitely than Tolkien preferred it in the Legendarium. Or both. (Maybe allegory counts as axe-chaseable too :D)

[character] goes brrrr — the character in question dies in the way of Men and passes beyond the circles of Eä, but said shorter and in a less poetic way. Also, often some implication of "and other characters are confused/shocked by it". Like: Dior goes brr and Celegorm goes "???".

the Witch-King treatment — explicitely sending a character to Hell, (like the Witch-King in one fic*). Definitely falls under "chased with an axe by Tolkien" category, but is a small subset of it. (Yes, I don't mean characters in void/outer space/angband/dreamscape, I mean we are going explicitely theological about it.) (FYI Tolkien was very unwilling to answer any questions of this type, and people did ask, iirc about Gollum.)

Like, idk, kinda — words that had been popular when I was young, so I use them as part of informal English XD The purpose is a) to convey lack of certainity or precision, b) to make the sentence rhythm more entertaining.

Jirt, Professor, Sir — various ways I adress Tolkien, usually when ranting at him. (Jirt is a name he invented himself or maybe his friends, ansyway it was a thing).

My guy (or "my gal", but for reasons that will become obvious, that one would be very rare) — the way I adress a character when I am really angry and/or worried at them. Generally when they do something problematic.

[capitalization in the tags] — usually fictional characters don't get capitalized, unless autocorrect does it or I copy someone's tags or some other reason. That's it. Also, Tolkien gets not-capitalized when I copy tags or click at the popular tags…. sorry, Professor.

#random — things less relevant to silm, or low-effort posts, generally the purpose of this tag is that someone may want to filter it out. I probably shouch change it to something less generic.

[some really weird word that doesn't make sense in the context] — I was very likely writing this on my phone and it autocorrected me, and I did not notice.

*This is not meant as critique of the fic, it just gave me a way to express it in a way I like. This is not a fic rec/ fic hate post.

[bozepomagaj]

UH-OH!

College AU!Trigun (part 4)

Summary: You were finally there, but as per usual, Nai just had to ruin this for you. You just couldn't keep your mouth shut anymore and you had to speak up which managed to change the entire trajectory of your life (but not really.)

A/N: LORDDD I stalled this one for far too long, but I hope people like it as much as the previous installment! Don't have much to say except please enjoy some angst, I got a little rusty cuz I haven't written any in a while. This wasn't proof read so there might be mistakes here and there woopsies

CW: light swearing, Nai has PTSD, mentions of death, mentions of attempted rape

Word count: 3.4k

<[previous part]

You were currently sitting down in a luxury, dimly-lit living room. The sugary smell of a vanilla candle filled your senses, easing your mind far more efficiently than expected. Sat across you was a stern-looking Nai staring daggers at you at this point. You could tell he wasn't delighted by the idea of having you in his apartment. Well, it wasn't really his. It belonged to his brother as much as it did to him. And to his absolute demise, Vash couldn't be more delighted to have you here with him. However, he was currently in the kitchen getting you some cookies as he brewed up some tea. He was quick to attach himself to your side again, setting the cat-shaped cup in front of you with a couple of chocolate chip cookies. Cute, you think to yourself.

So, heard you two are working on some project together?

„Thesis. It's a thesis.“

Nai interrupted. He couldn't even let his own brother talk without interrupting him. God, he was so frustrating to deal with. I mean, how can someone so professional-looking act like a total kid in situations like these?

„Yeah, we're working on a short thesis-„

„Short? A proper thesis should have at least 50 pages-„

„Can you shut up and let me talk?“

You decided to reciprocate and stare daggers back at him. The last thing you were going to do was let him interrupt you. The scowl on his face was quick to form as he straightened his back probably getting ready to debate you but thankfully the sweetheart next to you stepped in.

„Hey, hey, no reason to fight. I mean, it's a project for that stupid little event, right? No need to overwork yourself.“

Nai cleared his throat, relaxing back in his arm-chair. You guessed Vash was his weak point but for him to back down so easily was still a little surprising.

„That doesn't mean we shouldn't give it our all. We should still put in as much effort as possible to be a good example for all the younger generations.“

Your mouth hung open. Was he serious? Everyone knows no one reads those things. The only reason people even came to this stupid event was to get free snacks and skip out on class, common knowledge. He couldn't possibly be that naive and think that people would be reading them. Hell, if even one person read it, you'd be surprised. You roll your eyes at him and sigh audibly, making your own annoyance very obvious.

„People rarely read those. Sure, we should make sure it's not nonsensical slop but can you really write a high-quality, in-depth, proper thesis in 2 weeks? C'mon, use your brain.“

Nai stiffened yet again. It's like you knew how to push all his buttons subconsciously. Or maybe you did it on purpose. Not like he could read your mind.

„If we pull a couple of all-nighters and work on it every day, I'm sure we can make an exceptional thesis.“

This time you were the one getting heated. You learned that yes, putting in effort can be very beneficial at the end. But this? You knew damn well no one would care if you made the greatest piece in all of history because, in the end, they'll end up shoving it in the depths of some closet for it to never see the light of day again. It was stupid.

„You cannot be serious right now, I'm not pulling all-nighters for a damn thesis we need to do for an event. You can do that by yourself.“

Vash's attention kept jumping from Nai to you. He could tell this wasn't going anywhere pleasant. And he was never the type to enjoy seeing people fight. Plus, your tea was getting cold. He suddenly rose from his seat.

„Nai, I need to talk to you.“

Nai immediately got up and followed Vash to his room but Vash stayed behind to give you a comforting smile, almost like reassuring you.

-

„They aren't good company-„

„I don't give a single shit if you think they're good or bad company. They saved my life Nai. God knows what would've happened if those two guys managed to drag me to that room.“

Vash didn't feel like sharing all the details about his encounter at the party, knowing it would just fuel Nai's ego further that he was right, that Vash shouldn't be going anywhere near those parties. If you asked him, Vash should be attending school from home, in the comfort of his own bed while Nai makes sure he's fine. Because after all, he's the only thing he has left.

He still remembers that day so very vividly. That morning he got into a fight with Rem, all because she ate his pudding. It wasn't anything big but he was a kid and he was still getting adjusted to living together with his adoptive mother. After breaking her favorite vase in a fit of rage, he got grounded.

„Young man, go to your room now. And no going out or and no piano for the next week, you hear me!?“

She yelled after him as he ran off into his room, slamming the door behind him. He deserved it. She had every right to lash out at him. And yet why did she feel so... guilty? Maybe it was because she knew he had anger issues that he used as a way to keep people away, even the ones he loved. It wasn't his fault but she still had to step in from time to time to stop him from overdoing it. She sighed, leaning on the counter, a hand covering her eyes. She didn't want to cry. Not in front of Vash. But it was already too late as the young boy immediately bolted to her side and latched onto her in hopes it would somehow comfort her. She looked aside at him, holding back the tears.

„Vash, how do I make your brother like me? I just... I want him to know that there are people who love him and are there for him, that's all.“

„We could go buy him his pudding?“

She laughed at his response. She shouldn't be asking him such difficult questions, he was still just a kid. However, it wasn't a bad idea.

„Go grab your jacket honey. Let's get some more pudding. This time we're getting the big pack.“

Vash's reaction was instantaneous. He bolted to the hallway and grabbed both his and Nai's jacket but before he could go to his brother's room, Rem stopped him and shushed him.

„It's gonna be a surprise, okay?“

He nodded. Soon enough the two of them left. The apartment went silent. Nai had this tendency to sleep off his anger so he directly went to his bed and fell asleep in seconds. By the time he woke up, it was strangely quiet. Vash wasn't on the other side of the room, reading his books or playing with his toys. And Rem wasn't knocking on the door to ask if he was okay. Weird, he thought. He decided to go out, he's a big boy after all. He's 10 and soon enough he won't have enough fingers to count how old he is. The rain hit hard against the windows. Just when did it start raining so heavily? Looking out the window, it was hard to determine what time of day it was since it was so godawfully dark. Opening the door that led to the rest of the house suddenly felt chilling. The hallway was the same yet it somehow felt so big, too big in complete darkness. With careful steps, he sneaked into the living room. Empty. He tried turning the light on but to no avail. Rem always complained about the fuse box when this happened. She'd also always tell him not to mess with it when the power went out, opting to either call her or the neighbor if she wasn't home. Then again, that was last year. Now he was bigger, smarter, he could figure it out so he went down into the basement but not without grabbing a flashlight beforehand. The fuse box stood out to him because Rem conveniently labeled it as 'fuse box'. He lost track of time once he started looking at the little bits inside of it: it was an older model so it had a bunch of switches and he frankly wasn't big enough to figure out what switch did what. What finally made him snap out of his thoughts was the sudden loud noise upstairs. The doors opened. But it sure as hell wasn't Vash or Rem. Nai ran and sat next to the washing machine, hoping whatever or whoever just came inside wasn't going to hurt him. He heard more footsteps rushing in, his little heart unable to handle all this stress. Tears spilled over as he gripped his mouth, praying he wouldn't make a sound until he heard a familiar voice call to him. It was the neighbor. But even when he recognized the voice he just couldn't get himself to move. Before he knew it though he was being held by the neighbor as he sobbed into the poor boy. Maybe it was instinct but like an animal, he began clawing the man off of him, he didn't want his hands on him right now and yet the moment he saw 2 large men in uniforms he couldn't be more glad to be in the hands of someone familiar. Nothing about them looked recognizable so it felt like the safest place he could be right now was in the arms of his neighbor, who he spoke to maybe 3 times. Everything after that was a complete and utter blur. The police sat him down to explain things to him, and he followed them into the big car until they arrived at the big hospital. He only remembered small bits and images but nothing else. Except one thing. The clear image of Vash, strapped to what seemed a thousand tubes. His entire body was wrapped up in bandages, blood steadily seeping through them. It's ironic how this one image that he only saw for maybe half a second due to all the doctors who were quick to surround his brother's fragile body has managed to engrave itself into his mind so deeply, how he can even tell you the brand of the loud, buzzing machines that kept him alive. The image that makes him throw up to this very day. At that same moment, a young nurse, probably an intern, whose makeup had been ruined turned him around to face her and through loud sobs told him:

"I'm sorry honey but your mom isn't here. And she won't be coming back.“

And then it all blurred again. The human brain is fascinating to Nai, how your body, mind, and soul can torture you with images. It's your body, doesn't that mean there should be some balance? That if you hate something, you won't think about it or remember it ever again? Nai was completely lost in thought, a single sentence made him spiral back into the unwanted memories he tried so hard to keep locked away in the back of his head and Vash knew. Those eyes of his were always so deep and mysterious, it's like he held the entire universe in them but in moments like these, it seemed like every star was painfully ripped out of the dark sky and thrown off into the deep abyss turning his bright baby blues into a dark ocean of nothingness. He gently put a hand on his brother's shoulder to make him snap out of his trance.

„Nai.“

One word. That's all he needed from him. To him Vash was everything. After that day, after the day he almost lost him for the second time he couldn't even imagine what life would be like without him.

„Please. Just be nice to them. What they did means a lot to me.“

A small smile graced his face. The face he vowed to protect. If they meant this much to Vash, then who was he to deny this happiness to Vash?

„I'll try my best.“

„You always do.“

A silent smile was shared in this moment. Most would say that Vash melted Nai's cold heart but that wasn't true. The heart he had beat with nothing but pure, sinless love however, he's imprisoned it with chains of anguish and grief, like a songbird in a cage. It's caged in for who knows how long because its caring owner believes it's far too pristine and unsullied for the harsh world outside, it simply wouldn't survive. So it cries, it cries a beautiful song of pain and heartbreak that falls on deaf ears, and the people praise it for the sound of its cries for help. Truly such an unfortunate soul, to have all your freedom taken away from you by this owner. The only issue was that Nai was the rightful owner of this heart, this heart that he enslaved and never let anyone hear again.

They leave their shared room and you snap your head back at them, watching Nai's every move. They were in there for quite some time, what could've possibly happened in there?

„I'm willing to compromise. We can do as you suggested.“

Finally, he sounded reasonable. You nod at him and he leads you to his room. A place he rarely lets people in, let alone someone like you. But he couldn't stand to see Vash mad at him, so he did as he was told. You both sit down and after some small talk, you begin to work. This all felt... weird. Time passed by quickly and you didn't feel unwanted in his room, on the contrary, the very arrangement of the room felt like you were in some paradise. Everything had a place where it belonged perfectly and although he was a minimalist, it still looked so... cool. It felt comfortable here, but not in a good way. This wasn't the Nai you knew, the one who always threw insults your way and ignored you purposefully. No, this one was reasonable, kind even. The way Vash made him change in an instant made so many questions pop into your mind. You've heard of all the „twin telepathy“ jokes and how they're so in touch with each other's emotions and in this rare case, it seemed like it was real. Like they could read each other's mind. Or maybe Vash could. You wouldn't be surprised, considering he knew just how to cheer everyone up. Everything was eerily silent and going well. So of course you had to put a stop to that.

„Since we're already here and it's just us, I wanna ask. What's your problem?“

Your curiosity got the best of you and who could blame you? All this time, all you wanted to know was why the guy hated you so much and didn't even give you a chance to befriend him. Maybe you put him in an uncomfortable situation once and forgot or maybe he was just a jackass. The answer to your question would be given shortly.

„What in the world are you on about?“

„Don't pretend. I tried to talk to you on so many occasions, I'd say hi to you every single day. I genuinely tried to be nice to you and the only response I got from you were nasty comments. The least you could do is tell me what I did to make you hate me.“

He looked at you, dumbfounded. In a way, he looked funny. Like a kid who just got caught stealing from a jar of cookies. He glances aside once. Twice. Three times.

„Well?“

Your voice gets louder. Just what is going on in that head of his? He doesn't dare to look you in the eyes as he speaks, finding the floor awfully gorgeous on this lovely day.

„I thought you were making fun of me.“

Silence would've fallen over both of you if you didn't make the most loud 'HUH' sound in existence. After letting the man gather his thoughts he continued.

„I thought you were teasing me or mocking me. I didn't think you actually wanted to befriend me.“

This just made you spiral. Was it your tone? Your face? The way you dress? What could've possibly given him that idea? You took a deep breath, settling your head in your hands. Okay, so this was all just a big misunderstanding and you were both assholes. No big deal. You decided to speak up but also found the floor to be awfully intriguing today.

„I'm sorry. I really didn't mean for it to come off like that, I genuinely thought we could be friends and I tried befriending you. I'm hoping you can forgive me and I don't know, maybe we can start over?“

He finally found the courage to stop staring at the damn floor and looked at you, who still hasn't found that courage. He never got used to this feeling of guilt because he rarely felt it, often justifying his actions with a 'they deserved it'. But you didn't deserve it.

„I'm willing to overlook the past few weeks if you are. It'd be appropriate of me, considering what you did for Vash.“

A tiny smile graced his face. A smile indirectly caused by you. You felt like exploding right now because your plan to 'get his ass' just went to shit when he looked at you like some sort of a puppy. You couldn't get back at him for it because you had no reason. You felt guilt, surprise, happiness, so many emotions at once. So you thought of the next best thing.

„Where's your bathroom?“

You could tell this was the last thing he expected you to say but he told you which room and you bolted right out of there the second he finished his sentence. This went in all the wrong and unexpected ways that it could've! You were here to teach this guy a lesson, to make him feel guilty for the way he acted, and sure he does feel guilty but you can't possibly be mad at him now that you heard his side of the story. And now what? You go back in there, tell him the truth, and make the guy hate you even more or two. The better option. Suppress the guilt as much as possible and do your best to befriend him. That felt weird though, didn't it? Are you really willing to go and befriend someone whose nickname was Knives? You didn't have a choice, you were running out of time and options, staying in the bathroom would probably worry them and that wouldn't be pleasant. You slam the door open, determined to make this right. And thank God you did because Vash already started heading to the door and before he got to ask you anything you were in Nai's room.

„Sorry. If it's okay with you, I wouldn't mind starting over and at least trying to be friends. Even with Vash's situation aside, I'd genuinely like to get to know you better.“

You were pulling words out of your ass but it was fine as long as something kept coming out of your mouth. He was still sitting down, laptop in his hands but the thesis was long forgotten now. Surprisingly, it worked. He nodded at you.

„I'd like that.“

You plopped back down at the same spot you assigned yourself to as he began typing something on the laptop, presumably to get at least some worm done today. And now was the time for the most awkward part of every blooming friendship: getting to know each other.

„So what are you into?“

„Excuse me?“

„Do you have any hobbies?“

„I enjoy playing the piano. And I play games occasionally.“

„Woah, what? You? Playing games? I took you as more of a book nerd type of guy. No offense.“

„None taken. I don't enjoy most books because the stories are boring and repetitive, following the same exact plot lines and the love triangles bore me to death.“

„Harsh critic. That's good.“

You were making progress, conversing with Nai. It felt natural rather than forced like you expected. He still spoke in that monotone voice but it's not like it bothered you, he was clearly interested in the conversation. He then looked up at you.

„Would you like to hear me play?“

[leonawriter]

I was meaning to add something earlier in my response about why people probably portray the Hakuba-Kaito relationship the way they do, when I saw someone point out that Hakuba is not present in the story from the last chapter of his introduction (Akako's Delivery Service) to Golden Eye. Though technically he's present in the same story during Twilight Mansion, set between those two stories, that doesn't fully count for the purpose of the point here, because they're surrounded by other people, other detectives, and there's never a spare moment during the case, which only takes one night.

It probably isn't much at all to mention, but when I thought about just how long the absence seems to be, it made me wonder why that might have been such a thing.

It's not impossible that Hakuba was simply in class but not causing a scene, but I would say it's unlikely. Whenever Hakuba's nearby, Kaito seems to pay attention, or Hakuba draws attention to himself. That said, the animated Red Tear special has him simply reading in class, which supports that

It seems just as likely that Hakuba really was absent for a while - in the Detective Koshien case, however, it's stated he's been away in England for a while, and has just recently returned. So, he went home.

This is supported also in the manga by how during the Clocktower heist flashback (i.e, some weeks/months before the Black Pearl, since Shinichi's his normal size) someone directly says "I haven't seen Saguru-kun, the son of superintendent Hakuba, lately" and Nakamori explains that yes, "Apparently he's returned to London to finish an unsolved case of his."

What strikes me is that he's introduced, he attends a heist, he asks Kid why he's doing what he's doing, he gets the response "aren't you the detective? shouldn't you be figuring that out?", he then figures out who, attending two more heists in the process, and his last appearance in MK before Golden Eye has him staring as Akako flies off on her broom, dressed as Kid.

My running theory at the moment is that he might have spent that time away from Japan not just solving cases elsewhere, but also using the time and distance to actually go over what he knows, and take Kaito's words at their first meeting to heart.

He starts asking himself questions: why did Kaito start stealing? Why is the Kid Nakamori knows about older, and why is this Kid his age? If he has assistants, then why would they be helping him? (Fascinatingly, if he has any idea that it'd been Akako under the top hat that one time, it doesn't get in the way of his canon crush on her.)

If this is the case, I'd love to be able to have seen him actually in the thinking state for any of the conclusions he's come to. Does he tell or talk to anyone else? Does his housekeeper know his hypotheses, or... is it just him who knows what he's put together?

And carrying on from that, it'd make sense if the TL;DR is that there's an aspect of "I am removing myself from the situation until it makes sense to me, and you aren't going to complicate matters by confusing me before I've figured it (and you) out, so I'll be back when I have my head around you a bit better."

With that in mind, his subsequent appearances might make sense in the light of him being called back, but he goes from "not being sure what he feels yet" to "helping Kaito out from all the way over in Paris."

I've also seen people suggest that it's only during this time away from the plot that he gets Watson, who he'd never mentioned before. Honestly, as far as I'm concerned, it could have been both at the same time. Or he could have had Watson before his introduction and it simply wasn't relevant.

Actually - I wonder if part of him needing to take time away from Japan was that he needed to sort out, in his own time, and in his own head, how far he'd be willing to go to help someone society had labelled a criminal? It's so easy for me to read Hakuba as autistic that I barely think about it, but if he is and that's the case, then the transition from "solves all sorts of crimes" to "casually helping a known international thief" can't have been an easy one for someone who must have had pretty strong feelings about the law in order to want to become a detective in the first place, and with so many cases solved, right?

Which then makes his absence have a twofold reason: to figure out Kaito, and to figure out himself, in relation to Kaito.

[ninewheels]

Okay, yes absolutely this, but also you've given me the perfect platform voice some fucking Opinions on the nature of the "Jedi mind trick."

Quick background is that I cannot stand it when the Force gets neatly gamified, especially in the expanded universe and prequel trilogy.* Any demonstration of the Force becomes a new entry in a standardized glossary of Abilities that a Designated Force User can unlock with enough experience points (but make sure to prioritize Dark Side points if you want to unlock the power to shoot lightning from your finger tips). Force suggestion should not be as specific and singular as The Voice from Dune; I don't have any problem with Dune, I just think it's a boring way to portray the Force specifically.

*This also counts for aspects of Jedi culture, like lightsaber standardization, but I believe they should be treated as distinct subjects and I don't want to digress about Jedi shit now.

So here's what makes sense of me:

The Force lives in every thing. It should manifest differently for each person. Obviously the Jedi Order, as presented in the prequels (i.e. the Catholic Church, especially the medieval Church) would have a vested interest in standardizing things, but regardless of my opinions on that, the point is when people use the Force, they're channeling it through themselves. Obi-Wan can do the "Jedi mind trick" because it's an extension of his personality: he's effortlessly charismatic, in the kind of way that puts people at their ease. He's smooth, he's persuasive, and he's relaxed. (He's a textbook waterbender.) All he's doing in that scene in ANH is utilizing the Force through the instrument of his personality.

To go back to the original points, absolutely yes! That stormtrooper knows he shouldn't half-ass this job, but it's a boring job and his heart clearly isn't in it, and when the harmless-looking old man with the trustworthy face assures him that it's no big deal, something about that is especially persuasive for some reason, and the stormtrooper doesn't care enough to push back or interrogate why he's repeating the phrases this old man says to him, even after the fact. Whatever, it's probably fine, move along.

This is so simple and so sensible. It's just an magically-enhanced projection of Obi-Wan's laid-back affability. There should be other demonstrations of characters subtly using the Force to amplify the effect their personalities have on others. It's hard to tell if Vader's doing that for intimidation, but since he's a six-foot-six man with a spooky outfit and a deep, commanding voice who can murder you in any number of horrible ways, he was always going to be intimidating even with a less terrifying personality. Or maybe he's projecting an aura of fear around himself subconsciously, that could be a thing.

Which brings us to RotJ. The Jedi mind trick doesn't need to be some standard Ability that Jedi learn at whatever level. Luke does it here, because he saw old Ben do it, and decided to try to make it work for himself. He has a very different, more headstrong personality than his mentor, though, so when he does it, it comes from a different place. At this point, he's got the confidence of expertise, and he's got an edge of darkness to him that's gonna come up later in the story as a parallel with Vader, and so like Vader, when Luke uses the Force to get people to do as he says, it comes across more intimidating than persuasive, whether or not he's doing that on purpose. (Again like Vader, spooky black outfit helps, as does choking people.) It's enough to scare Bib Fortuna into compliance despite Fortuna's intellectual resolution not to comply--but Luke's connection to the Force can't change Jabba's ironclad confidence in his own safety. Jabba isn't going to be intimidated by one little nobody just because he exudes this calm but dangerous confidence; Jabba isn't going to be swayed by personalities generally, because he's met plenty of scary people, and his power (and sense of power) is rooted in practical realities to which he is finely attuned.

Anyway, yes, previous posters were totally right, and I thought I'd add my overthought nerd opinions to the post.

obi wan kenobi + force suggestion

[send-noodles-not-nudes]

Thinkin bout my different mcu ocs and how they respond to marriage and it's honestly kinda funny to me

I think Peia is the ONLY one who went into the dating scene knowing she wanted a husband and kids. She probably caught the bug watching her own parents and deciding she wanted to be like them and have her own little family, and then it got worse when she ended up babysitting and realized she loved kids. Even better if she ends up specifically babysitting with Peter (probably for her sister, who almost certainly asked the two of them on purpose) bc her entire thought process watching him embrace his inner dad for the day would just be "if he doesn't ask me to marry him, I'm asking him." Kinda ironic, since they both end up asking each other (long story).

For Mel, I think her first marriage was very likely a shotgun wedding or at least very shortly before she found out she was having her first kid. And I definitely don't think Vincent was intentional. She probably called him her "happy side effect" the entire pregnancy. Once she had him, though, she was surprised to see she actually really liked having a kid, and it just kinda rolled on from there. Ironically, she went from being skeptical about the whole "marriage and kids" thing to making her other partners realize it was something they also wanted. After the first marriage, it also became a thing of "I want you to be mine. I want people to see a ring and ask you about me, and ask me about you."

If you ask Adelaide how she ended up married, she 110% puts the blame solely on Bucky and no one else. Like her whole excuse is "he asked, and I wasn't expecting to say yes, but it happened!" By that point, they already had a kid (completely on accident and very nearly aborted since she thought she wouldn't want to be a mom or be a good one, only kept because she wanted to give Vincent a cousin and figured her sister would adopt the kid if she decided she wasn't a good mom. It was decided fully on logic and not at all on emotion bc she did not know how to feel about any of it) and she blames his proposal more on "well, he's old and has old values, so he probably just felt weird having a kid out of wedlock, or just wanted to be traditional because that's what he was raised to do, or whatever" rather than it having anything to do with how they feel about each other. If pressed for further information, she'll also say that she "only said yes to piss off Wreckage, since he's never really liked Bucky". Wreckage is her symbiote, whose relationship with Bucky is largely asking Adelaide if he can eat him. Deep down, though, she does kinda love being married and calling him "husband" and wearing her ring. She just refuses to admit it.

As for Malcolm, I think his was totally on accident. He would've been happy to just stay boyfriends; he didn't need anything more. Unlike Adelaide, his marriage CAN be solely blamed on his husband. I think Matt would've catholic guilted himself into asking and probably tried to make a joke about how "we're living in sin, we should get married" and Malcolm was SO FAST to call him on his bullshit for that one like "don't you people think gay marriage is a sin?" "Shut up." "And isn't premarital sex supposed to be a sin? You have a lot of that." "Shut up." "And how about beating people up in a devil costume? That's both technically a crime and I think it would count as sacrilege. That seems like a sin." "Shut UP." "How many times a week do you go to confessional, Matthew?" "Do you really wanna know the answer to that?" "I think it's at least 14." He would have given Matt an endless amount of shit for wanting a typical church wedding too, especially since he's not religious himself. Like "why are you wearing white? I thought that was to 'sYmBoLiZe PuRiTy' or whatever, and you are so impure." and "are you sure it's safe for me to step foot in a church? I might spontaneously combust" and "hey, your mom's a nun, is she gonna officiate the marriage?" probably genuinely not knowing nuns can't do that and "are we doing a garter toss, or is that too risqué for your poor, catholic soul?" and "are you gonna go to Hell for marrying me? That's not helping the corruption kink. It's just making it stronger." and whatever other dumb shit comes out of his mouth bc my boy is a YAPPER.

[starrspice]

I feel like part of Y/N's frustration is that instead of clocking Sun's insistence on love as desperation (he desperately wants to believe love is worth it and that his job isn't just an eternal slog of busywork) they think he's just got blinders on and is fully ignoring what love takes. Y/N probably having gone through a really tough romantic entanglement(bonus points if they'd put their whole heart into it, like wanted to spend their life with this person, and the ex in question just straight up didn't even bother to try and properly return their feelings after a while and counted wholly on them to do the heavy lifting in the relationship) is like 'Love takes WORK! It takes EFFORT! You can't just make people KISS and it fixes everything! If all love took was affection and kisses I'd be mARRIED RIGHT NOW!' probably has to storm off bc woof who gets vulnerable in public? Cringe. But I feel like that's the weird rubbing point for Sun and Y/N in the cherub au.

Yes yes yes YES YES YES GOLD STAR

A GIANT GOLD STAR FOR YOU

Exactly EXACTLY THIS

Part of the reason they clash so much is because they both view love SO similarly

Sun is angry and frustrated because it feels like no matter how hard he works or how perfect the pair is, more often than not they end in failure sometimes even becoming a disaster! So he's angry and desperate to prove (mostly to himself as much as Y/N) that he has a purpose! Love isn't impossible! It takes work to cause love!

But he doesn't understand the work it takes to maintain it. But Y/N does

So Y/N finds it pointlesss

Just Like Sun is starting to

And Y/N gets SO frustrated when Sun makes it sound so easy because theyve done it! They've fallen in love, did EVERYTHING right, worked so so hard to be the perfect partner, to make the relationship work. But it didn't. So why bother?

If Y/N accepts that love is real and worth it, then they feel like they're admitting THEY'RE the problem

Both desperate to prove love is more than the other believes because they're desperate to prove its not THEM thats the problem

And Eclipse knows this

About BOTH of them

Which is WHY she paired them up togethet

Y/N is exactly what the boys need and vice versa

Gold star for you

Smothering you in gold star stickers

[watatsumiis]

The Price of Everlasting Vigilance (Xiao x Reader)

Content: Gender neutral reader (referred to as 'you'), pre-established friendship (can be read as romantic but nothing explicit), general broody Xiao angst and such, some dark/depressive thoughts and rambles on his end.

Word count: ~1.1k

Xiao is... Tired. The kind of tired that sleeping can't fix. A deep, all-consuming exhaustion that has numbed him to the point where he doesn't even notice it any more. It's just a constant state of being for him now.

Even the things that helped previously don't put a dent in it any more. Watching Liyue from a high vantage point, spending time with those he cares for, it's all become the same.

Try as you might, there's not much you seem to be able to do to even get him to look at you nowadays. He's always focused on your surroundings, watchful, as always, for demons and other such horrors that he knows will come creeping out of the cracks the moment he lets his guard down.

You've known him for a while, and it's never been this bad - usually the Remedium Tertiorum that Zhongli has you take to him whenever you visit helps at least somewhat, but now it doesn't seem to put a dent in the pain that is forever bearing down on Xiao's shoulders. You can see it dragging him down like a creature alive, reflecting endlessly in his tired amber eyes and the monotonous way he walks.

He's never one to complain, not even to think that perhaps this isn't how his life should be, one battle after another until he inevitably hits the ground for the last time, never to get up again.

You, of course, know better. You know that there's more value to him than simply the weapon he sees himself as, but trying to inform him of that, or to even open up the conversation is a difficult undertaking, to say the least.

"Xiao, are you alright?" It's a simple question, one you always ask every time you see him. He seems more irritable today than usual, rolling his shoulders and pacing the balcony of the Wangshu Inn, looking out over the waters.

"Yes. There is nothing to stop me from doing the duties I have been assigned." You can't help but let out a sigh at his stock-standard response. It's hard to tell if he's purposely avoiding giving a proper answer, or if he truly believes that you're just asking about his ability to carry out his work.

"That's not what I meant..." It's hard to stifle the frustration in your tone. Xiao's incessant pacing and restless fidgeting seem to be aggravating you as well. "Emotionally. Mentally. Are you okay?"

Xiao pauses for a moment to focus on you and he tilts his head to the side. "I do not see how that is relevant. Zhongli sent you, yes?" You nod your head and open your mouth to respond, to clarify that you're asking because you actually care, not because of whatever preconceived notion Xiao has got in his head, but the Adeptus interrupts you. "You can tell him I am, as always, perfectly capable of continuing to fulfill our contract."

"I'm not asking for him!" You burst out, the frustration inside you finally coming to a boil. He finally ceases his pacing to fix you with a blank stare. He looks so tired, like the light behind his eyes is struggling to keep from sputtering out. His shoulders are slumped, and he's holding himself awkwardly, as if he's in pain. Knowing him, he probably is.

Xiao clenches his jaw and wets his lips before he speaks, giving you a glimpse of his sharp fangs. "Why are you asking, then? My 'emotional state' is of no concern to you." He says the words like they hold little meaning to him as an overall concept, much less something he himself actually possesses.

"Because I care, Xiao!" Your tone borders on scolding now - it upsets you to realise that, even after all of the time you've known him, the idea that you actually care about him seems to be completely foreign to him.

He flinches back minutely, running one hand through his hair, fingertips brushing up against the base of one of his darkly coloured horns.

Despite Xiao's long life, and the time he's spent being near mortals, even picking up on their emotions thanks to the Adeptal 'gift' of empathy, the intricacies of human mannerisms still escape him sometimes. It hurts his head, the sharp spark of emotion he feels coming from you. He wonders if it's his fault, if he's done something wrong. Guilt wells inside of him - it's not pleasant, but it's finally something that isn't that deeply seated apathy that has curled up and made itself at home in the cage inside his chest.

You watch as his brow furrows and he focuses his gaze solely on you for the first time in what feels like forever. His stare is intense, like he's trying to take you apart to see just how you work and why you're feeling the way you do - it's almost unnerving.

The silence between you two is deafening. It's nearly enough to make you throw your hands up and give in, to tell Xiao to forget that you asked, that it's late and you should go to bed to prepare for the long trip back to Liyue Harbor tomorrow.

You're about to do so when Xiao takes a step forward, one gloved hand reaching out briefly before he pulls it back close to his chest. "Wait." His voice is as composed and monotonous as ever, but it's ... smaller, somehow. "I..." He hesitates, worrying part of the ornate necklace he wears between two fingertips. "I'm sorry." He finally gets the words out - you can tell from his expectant expression that it isn't a phrase he's familiar with saying, that he's not entirely sure that this is the context he should be saying it in.

You shake your head, and he seems to shy away a little. "No, Xiao, don't be sorry." You make a conscious effort to try and calm down a little, to speak to him gently and kindly (goodness knows he could use some patience and compassion when he's so surrounded by hostility all the time). "Just..." You trail off, a little unsure of where you were going with all of this. "Let me care about you, alright?" It's your turn to interrupt Xiao as he opens his mouth, evidently about to question your intent. "No. Don't say anything. Don't question it. Please." You're so tired of his constant pushing away, the way he de

Xiao falls silent for a few long moments, contemplating this new revelation. He gulps quietly, averting his gaze to the marsh below. You think you see a slight tinge of pink on his pale cheeks in the twilight. "Okay." He murmurs softly.

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[redasmyblood]

Could I request a twin situation where there is slight jealously, kinky sex, ect, smut please…. You can do whatever you want with it.

Rocket Queen

Josh and Jake Kiszka x Reader - NOT TWINCEST CMON

Warnings | Explicit sexual content, cursing, mentions of sex under the influence, toxic behavior tbh, jealousy, humiliation, edging, hairpulling, use of a belt, choking, degradation, slapping, oral (m & f receiving), f/m dom, f/m sub, audio recording of a sexual encounter (consensually!!!), spitting!!!, i literally went all out

Word Count | 5.5k words

Authors Note | THIS IS TOTALLY UNEDITED MY APOLOGIES IN ADVANCE (SPOILERS) I love this request so much! I've been wanting to go all out with a fic and this is the perfect opportunity to do so! The title and overall fic inspiration is from the song Rocket Queen by Guns 'n' Roses. In the song there's a girl moaning and it's the drummers girlfriend sleeping with the singing after he cheated on her. They literally put her moaning in the song!!! Figured I'd do something similar :) YES i sorta stole a little something for abaddon so full credit goes to garbagevanfleet <3

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You knew it wasn't a good idea. Hell, it shouldn't have even been an idea in the first place but after a drink too many Sam was just looking too good in that cable knit sweater. After another shot for confidence, you made your move, pressing up against him when he helped you line up your cue for a game of pool. Without you even trying he was already getting hard, probably from how drunk you all were and your purposeful choice of skimpy clothing. It didn't take long after that for him to be muttering the clich�� phrase lets get out of here into your ear and then fucking you senseless when you made it back to his house.

Now you're stuck with Sam's arm firmly holding you against him. You hadn't meant to fall asleep but he was so warm and you were so drunk. Upon realizing that the twins could come in to get Sam to go into the studio at literally any moment you shoot up in bed and scramble to find your clothes. You've stayed over at the guys house before but never like this... it was sort of an unspoken agreement that your relationships were all strictly platonic. It's not like you felt romantically for Sam, you were just sexually frustrated and he was willing to help you out, surely the twins could understand that if they found out, which was almost certain considering Sam couldn't keep his mouth shut.

"Woah, woah, woah, what's wrong y/n?" Clearly you had woken Sam in your flurry of anxiety. He stares down at your from your kneeling position on the hardwood floor as you gather your clothes.

"If Jake and Josh know I'm in here for the reason i'm in here, who knows what could happen." You tug on your shirt as quickly as you can but get your head stuck and groan impatiently as you untangle yourself.

"They won't care!" You can hear it in his voice that he doesn't believe that for one second.

"Sure, whatever you need to tell yourself to sleep at night, Sammy. Either way, I'm not sticking around."

"Aren't you coming to the studio with us?" He's now getting up and dressed himself as well and you can help but look over his naked form as he stands.

"I was but i don't think that's such a good idea anymore."

"Oh yeah, make us look even more sus-"

A loud knock on the door cuts off the bassist and you both share a look of horror when it swings open and both Jake and Josh are standing behind it.

"Oh, sorry, are we interrupting?" Jake chides "We're going to the studio but plans have changed a bit. We don't need you to record your bass today."

Sam looks perplexed but also slightly relieved. "Text me if you change your mind."

"You, on the other hand, we need you to come with us." Josh's voice holds more malice than you're used to and both of the twins eyes have a shine that lets you know they're planning something.

"Why? I'm not even in the band."

"We just need you for some background vocals."

It wasn't uncommon for you to occasionally step in and sing a bit but by the way that Jake is looking at you, you can tell it's not going to be a regular day at the studio.

"Meet us in the car when you're decent." Josh's voice is slightly cutting and when he motions to your bare legs your cheeks flame with embarrassment, you hadn't even noticed your lack of bottoms.

After getting properly dressed you give Sam a weary look and head downstairs to the car. Josh is sitting in the passenger seat and Jake is in the driver's which leaves you to sit in the back. The air in the car is thick with tension and you gulp when the car doors lock and Jake starts driving.

Jake is first to break the silence, "What the fuck was that about, y/n?"

You play coy, hoping it'll help you in the long run, "What do you mean?"

"Don't fucking do that shit, it's pathetic. Why the fuck were you in our brothers bed this morning?"

You want to bite back with some comment about how he never actually saw you in the bed but think better of it as you notice his hands gripping the steering wheel impossibly tight. "We were just having some fun, we got stupid drunk last night and made a bad decision, so what?"

"So what?" Josh echoes with a bitter laugh.

"Is this you choosing a side? Do you like Sam better than us, do you think we couldn't make you feel just as good, angel?" The way Jake says angel makes your stomach flip but you try your best to hide how he's effecting you.

You want to laugh at his inclusion of Josh, as if the two of them are unit but once again think better of such an action when they both look so serious. "You two must be on something, it was obviously a mistake! It's not like i'm in love with him or something."

"We just feel left out, is all." Josh chimes in.

"Everything has to be a fucking competition with you three." You cross your arms over your chest a turn your head to look our the window. The rest of the drive is spent in complete silence which couldn't unsettle you more. When Jake finally pulls into the lot of the studio you jump at the opportunity to get out a stretch your legs, finding yourself very sore from the previous nights affair.

"Looks like Sammy fucked you good." Jake groans as he watches you bend to touch your toes and wince. You can feel him running his hand over the swell of your ass and so you stand abruptly, following behind Josh into the studio.

Once in the small, red carpeted room you turn on your heel and face the twins. "What is it that you need me to record? I wanna get this over with so I can get the fuck out of here."

"Well, we have sort of an obscure idea." They both look at you expectantly and so you nod for Josh to continue. "We heard you last night and well, we wanted to record some of that for ourselves to put in Lover, Leaver."

You're so taken aback that you actually take a step away from the boys and laugh, defensively crossing your arms over your chest. "Are you fucking insane?"

"Well, we also have a little bet you see. I think I can get prettier moans out of you than Joshy boy here can."

Once again you laugh in disbelief, brining your fingers up to massage your temples "Oh my god, you're serious."

"Come on angel, you sounded so pretty, give us a little taste for the new record." Jake steps towards you, pulling you by your wrist and placing a kiss to it.

"We think it's only fair that we get to hear it too, since you went behind our backs and fucked our little brother." Josh is now advancing on you too, tilting your head towards him by your chin and running his thumb over your bottom lip.

Jake now has a hold on your waist and brings his lips to your neck, running his tongue over your pulse point. You thread your fingers into his hair and do the same to Josh with your other hand. When dips to actually kiss your lips you arch your back into him. All possible frustrations have melted on your tongue and all you can imagine now is getting absolutely destroyed by these two in the recording booth.

"Guys--" You breathe out but a paralyzing wave of lust rushes over you and you succumb to their subtle touches. "Fine, I'll do it."

"Good girl. Now get in the booth and take your clothes off." Jake practically growls.

Your body is tingling with electricity and every step you take makes you shiver with excitement, who knew it would be so easy to get you to say yes? When you step into the booth you close the door carefully behind you and begin to strip. There's a worn leather couch and a table inside, along with a bunch of amps that aren't plugged into anything. You don't bother making a show of taking your clothes off, you just hurriedly pull them from your body until you're down to your bra and underwear.

You watch from the glass as the boys have some sort of conversation that quite obviously involves you as they continue to motion to your almost naked form. Finally they both nod and Jake comes in.

"Are you familiar with the light system?" You're not expecting him to ask that so you stand like a deer in headlights, nodding aggressively. "Use your words and don't make me ask again."

"Yes, I am."

"Okay, if i were to ask you what colour you are right now what would you say?"

You bow your head, not necessarily out of embarrassment but just to let the contents of the situation really sink in "Green."

"Good." Jake takes a minute to walk around you, regarding your body and the way it trembles under his gaze. The air crackles with anticipation of what's to come and you know he can feel it just as much as you can. "Do you want me to touch you?"

You don't even have to think, letting the word slip out so effortlessly one would think you've done this with him before "Yes."

He steps towards you and you now become aware of Josh sitting on the other side of the glass, watching you with a hungry expression. Jake stands behind you and slides his hands along your stomach and up to cup your breasts. You push against him, arching into his touch. A moan leaves your lips when he brings his mouth to your necks and sucks a hickey into the delicate skin, all the while kneading your breasts through your lacey bra.

"Jake--" You whine and he snakes his hand up to your throat, effectively trapping you against him.

"Such a pretty mouth, saying such pretty things, did you sound like that when you were fucking Sam last night? I bet you sounded like a whiny little slut, begging for him to fuck you."

The odd tinge of jealousy in his voice is very uncharacteristic. You've all had your moments flirting with each other but it's never ended like this before. Jake starts to step backwards and you have no other option but to follow, your feet practically dragging on the floor as he walks you over to a waist high stack of amps.

"Bend over, pretty angel." He speaks into your hair and then releases you. You fall forward and he does nothing to help you as you scramble to place yourself against the amp. Without warning Jake grabs your panties and all but rips them off, throwing the fabric aside. "Jesus Christ, look at your pretty cunt all pink and wet for me."

"Jakey, please--"

A harsh slap lands on the swell of your ass and you jolt forwards, letting out a loud whine. Against your better judgement you cast your hand behind you, searching for Jake's hair, skin, anything that can anchor you to the moment.

"So fucking desperate, I wish you could see how pathetic you look right now." He lands another smack on your ass, this time harder and a sound short of a scream escapes your throat. You're shaking violently, lust drunk and touch starved. You can feel the ache between your legs growing and you have to squeeze your thighs together to get as much friction as you can.

"Touch me Jake, please" Your stumbling over your words, still reaching around behind you until your hand lands on something. When you look back you've grabbed Josh's arm and sigh, you hadn't seen him come in.

"Look at that, she's dripping all over her thighs." Josh laughs. He then bends down into a squat and drags his fingers through your folds, collecting your slick on his fingers and standing back up. "Open up." You obey and part your lips just enough for Josh to slide his fingers against your tongue. You suck desperately at the digits, trying to get as much as you can out of the simple gesture. His eyes are dark, pupils blown so wide you can barely see the chocolatey brown colour his irises typically hold.

"I brought you this" Josh says, now turning his attention to Jake. He's holding something in his hand but you can't crane your neck far enough to see it. Your body jolts when the feeling of leather being dragged across your reddened ass alerts you to the item Josh retrieved.

"Would you like to do the honors or shall I?" Jake soothes the skin of your ass with his palm, gently sweeping it over your burning flesh.

"You can, I'll hold her." Josh then directs his attention to you "What's your colour angel?"

"G-green" You stutter out, so incredibly turned on that your tongue will barely form words.

Jake runs the belt against your skin again before drawing back and cracking it against you. You yelp in surprise and moan when Josh's mouth goes to soothe over you with his tongue. Once he's pleased with himself he takes your wrists and moves to hold them against the small of your back. Jake kicks your legs open even more and now you're completely at their disposal, unable to move and completely spread out.

"Count to four for me angel, does that sound alright?"

You nod but he doesn't take that, instead he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you up so he can growl in your ear "Words, don't make me make it nine."

"Yes--" You let out a shuddering breath "--fuck, yes. That sounds fine."

Jake releases you and pets your head "You're sure you're green?" His whisper is so quiet that you barely catch it.

"Yes, keep going."

"Dirty girl." Josh jeers.

Finally you feel Jake draw back again and when the belt makes contact with the swollen skin of your ass you choke out "One."

Josh continues with his method of soothing, dragging his mouth over you and then allowing Jake to spank you again. The process is repeated until finally the last hit radiates through the room and you cry out, "Four!"

Giving you absolutely no time to recover Josh spins you around to face them. Your legs can barely hold you up and there's drool coating your chin. "Who do you want first?"

"You. I want you first, Josh." You don't even have to think about your choice, you already know Josh will be the kinder of the two and you'd much rather have an explosive grand finale with Jake.

"I'll go make sure we record this." The younger of the twins exits the booth and leaves you to stand shaking under Josh's gaze. His eyes are soft and he reaches out to caress your face, brushing some hair away from your eyes and wiping your chin.

"Where do you want me?" You whimper out, voice faltering to such a great extent that you wince.

"Awh, angel, you sound so fucked out already." His tone is teasing as he motions to the couch "I'll take it easy on you mama, go lay down over there."

You walk on wobbly legs over to the couch and do as he asked, laying back across the couch. Your bra is still perfectly in tact and you go to remove but Josh gives you a warning look. "What are you going to do to me?"

"I'm going to fuck you so hard the only name you'll remember is mine."

You throat goes dry and your tongue feels heavy and inflated in your mouth. "Please, Josh." The boys had barely touched you yet and you were already a shaking mess.

The singer sheds his shirt and starts to unbutton his jeans as he walks towards you. Your eyes are glued to his hands as he pulls down his pants but then they find the outline of his dick in his boxers and your eyes go wide. He was a god, his soft tummy and chest all tan and beautiful, you wanted to run your hands over his skin, drag your tongue down his chest.

You pull yourself up onto your knees and give him your best puppy dog eyes, "Can I please touch you?"

He moves to stand in front of you and forces you to meet his eyes by grabbing your chin. He first removes the confines of your bra and then with a curt nod lets you know that you can finally place your hands on him. You start slow, rubbing your hands from his thighs, to his hips, to his stomach, to his chest. Placing your finger tips on his shoulder which is as far as you can stretch your arms, you lean forward and press a kiss to his stomach. He sighs and tilts his head back as you continue, kissing down each side of his abdomen, dragging your tongue along his soft skin. Josh's hands are deep in your hair, scratching over your scalp as encouragement. When you reach his happy trail you cant help but drag your tongue over it. A shiver wracks through him and whiney moan leaves his lips.

"Do you want me to touch you somewhere else, Josh?"

He relinquishes the power he previously had, clearly too caught up in the idea of having your mouth on him. Josh was never a dominant person and you knew he'd break eventually. He nods his head frantically, pulling your mouth against him again but you move back, looking up at him through your lashes.

"Words, baby." You rake your nails over his hip bones and his hips jut forwards. "And here I thought I was the one about to get fucked until I can't speak, oh how the tables have turned."

"Please mama, don't make me wait."

Slowly, while still keeping eye contact you peel down his boxers and then watch as his cock springs free and slaps his stomach. He's so painfully hard that you hesitate in putting your mouth on him, taking him as far as you can without gagging. His moans are echoing through the booth and when you cast your gaze through the glass to Jake he's mindless scrolling on his phone, clearly waiting for you to be the one moaning, it almost makes you laugh.

You're sure when but at some point Josh's hold on your hair tightened. Now he's thrusting into your mouth at his own pace, not caring for whatever rhythm you had set. He's clearly pressing towards an end goal and you let him use you, relishing in the pretty whines floating past his lips as he fucks your mouth.

"I'm so close." He whimpers and you runs your hands up his thighs as encouragement. He's going impossibly fast now, thrusting sloppy into your mouth and tipping his head back his eyes squeezed shut. Without a second thought he lets go, releasing into your mouth and down your throat. He pulls out with a bit of a sheepish smile.

"Sorry, I got carried away, lay down, it's your turn." His switch in demeanor is laughable as he takes on his serious voice from before. You see Jake perk up from the other side of the glass and shoot him a little smirk. Laying on your back you spread you legs for Josh and watch his mouth hang agape at your eagerness.

"I need you so bad Josh, please." You make sure to really play it up that you have an active audience.

Josh licks his lips and kneels between your legs, pulling you to his mouth by your hips. His tongue is warm and soft against you and immediately you grab his curls, holding him to you as hard as you can manage. You tip your head back when he slides two fingers inside of you, allowing a deep moan to leave you. Locking eyes with Jake you purposefully moan again, this time louder and with more conviction.

"Josh-- Your mouth feels so fucking good, oh my god." You back arches up off the couch and he lays his tongue flat against your clit so you can grind onto him and build up your pleasure by yourself. Upon locking eyes with Jake again you continue to mutter Josh's name "No one's ever made me feel this good-- fuck--"

What once was a smirk painted on the guitarists mouth has turned into a bit of a scowl. Clearly he's a lot easier to make jealous than you had expected and that was a game you'd love to play if he'd keep treating you like he was earlier.

Frantically bucking your hips into Josh's mouth you let out you most obscene moan yet, sounding as though it was straight from a porno. Jake better be recording this cause if your moans are going into a song they need to be extravagant.

"God, I can feel your pretty cunt clenching around my fingers, are you gonna cum, angel?" His eyes are wide and with the way that he's looking at you you can't help but buck your hips against him harder.

"Yes-- fuck-- i'm so close Josh, please let me cum!" You don't know why you've begun to beg but it feels right and you can tell his likes it by the way his fingers pick up speed.

Unfortunately, right at the last second, right as you're about to come undone under him he pulls his fingers out of you and stops moving his tongue against you. You shoot up into a sitting position and uncomfortably shift your hips.

"Josh, please--"

He cuts you off, pressing a finger to your lips, "If you're gonna cum, you're gonna cum while i'm fucking you."

Shifting so he's sitting on the couch, legs spread, cock already hard again, he moves you into his lap. Your back is to the glass so you can't see Jake anymore which is slightly unsettling. Josh stalls a bit, sliding his cock between your folds and toying with your clit.

"Could you just get on with it?" You sound slightly more aggressive than you intended and he smacks your jaw a little bit harder than an innocent swat.

"The only thing I wanna hear from you is how good my cock is making you feel, understand?"

"Yes, sir--" You jest but his sinks you down onto him with as much force as he can muster. Your attitude is caught in your throat and the only thing you can focus on his how big he feels inside of you.

"Can't be mouthy with me now, can you? Barely done anything and I've already fucked you stupid, look at your face."

He's referencing how your mouth is hung agape and your eyes are squeezed shut. You're still trying adjust to his size so when he starts moving a scream-like moan tears through your chest. He's fast and harsh, your pelvises meeting at a bruising pace. Every time he shoves you down he completely bottoms out and the fullness is like nothing you've ever felt before. Your tits are bouncing in his face and he' completely transfixed by the sight.

"Fuck--" You head is tipped back and your fucking yourself on him relentlessly, following the pace he's created and intensifying it by moving in sync. You wrap your arms around his neck and press your face into the crook of his neck, crying out at the newer angle now that your bodies are flush against one another. You moans are slightly muffled by Josh's neck and just as you consider pulling yourself away a harsh tug at you hair pulls your head back. When you open your eyes are locked with Jake's. Why are these two so good at silently entering rooms?

"Open your mouth. Right now." Jake's voice is commanding and your lips immediately part. You watch him almost like it's an out of body experience as he harshly spits into your mouth and then presses your bottom jaw up to close your mouth. Josh's pace has grown a little sporadic while all of this unfolded, probably because you're clenching around him with fierceness you didn't know was inside of you.

"Do it again, Jake." You rasp, still locked in Jake's eyeline.

"Such a slut, begging for me to spit in her mouth." He speaking to Josh and you can feel the twins curly hair tickling your breasts when he nods. "Go on then, beg for it, angel."

"Please, Jakey, I want you to spit in my mouth. I need it."

A smirk paints his face and he nods, not needing more than that to persuade him. "Open up then, angel."

You hurriedly open you mouth, a little bit more than before and when he spits this time he dips his fingers into your mouth and spreads the mix of both of your saliva over your lips as an act of degradation.

Josh is slowly coming apart under you and you're not that far behind. Snaking your hand down between the two of your sweaty bodies you circle your clit, bucking your hips forward. Josh's head falls into the crook of your neck as he cums deep inside of you and after one particular jut of his hip you're sent spiraling into your own high. Jake presses his lips to yours from above you, Spiderman style and although you thought such a kiss would be awkward he somehow makes it that much more sensual. You're uncontrollably moaning and huffing deep breaths into his mouth as you come down and he swallows them all, now gripping your throat and kissing you with a newfound passion.

"It's my turn now." The slightly possessive edge to his voice makes you clench around Josh and he lets out a groan that Jake tries to ignore. "You think you can cum again, for me, angel?"

"Anything for you Jake."

The guttural moan that escapes you when Jake removes you from Josh's lap is slightly embarrassing and your cheeks actually flush red. Once on your feet Jake properly presses his lips to yours hungrily. He's gripping at your hips hard enough to bruise but you couldn't care, you're too focused on how good his lips feel against yours. Jake walks you backwards towards the glass wall and holds you against it by your neck.

"You need to clean yourself up." He growls and you don't really know what he's talking about until you become all too aware of Josh's cum creeping down your thighs. You dip your hand between your legs and gather as much of it as you can onto your fingertips and then put the cum-slicked digits into your mouth, making sure that Jake is holding the eye contact and that Josh is watching too.

"That's so much better." You sigh and give him a cute little smile.

"So fucking mouthy." Jake tsks and shoves his fingers into your mouth to silence any further sass. With his hand occupied he only has one to unbuckle his belt so you help him, gripping the leather and pulling closer. He makes a hmph noise that sends you reeling back into a state of pure lust, although you're not sure why. Your hands work feverishly at the belt and then you're pulling down his pants and releasing his cock from its confines. Jake lets out a strained groan when you start to pump him but he swats your hand away.

You try to form a sentence around his fingers but it comes out muffled, so he draws his hand back, wiping the spit across your lips as he did previously before letting you speak.

"Are you gonna fuck me Jake?" You bat your eyelashes and try to feign innocence but he sees right through it.

"I will but first, we're going to play a little game. Close your eyes." You don't even question him, you just let your eyes flutter shut and await his next words with baited breath. "If you can keep your eyes closed AND keep yourself from touching me, I'll fuck you however you want me to... but if you can't--" He pauses and you can now feel Josh at your side, brushing some stray hairs behind your ear "--Josh and I will edge until you're crying for us to stop."

"Does that sound good, angel?" Josh whispers against your neck.

You keep it short and simple, whimpering out a yes and then moving to hold your arms against the wall. You're expecting them to touch you but nothing happens instead you hear the door close and Jake's voice right in your ear.

"I can't wait to fucking ruin you."

His words make you want to reach out, thread your fingers through his hair and attack his mouth with your own but you hold fast and keep as still as you can. You squeeze your eyes shut until you see a vibrant array of colors swirling around your eyelids. Jake doesn't say anything else but you can still hear and feel him breathing heavily against your neck. Eventually he rests his head on your shoulder and that's when you can feel it. Every couple of seconds his fist lightly nudges your stomach and its so rhythmic that you can see what he's doing crystal clear in your mind.

"What are you doing, Jakey?" You breathe out, voice at least an octave higher than usual.

"I think you know the answer to that, angel." He hums, breathing growing heavier. He starts to press sloppy kisses to your neck, open mouthed and even just biting you on an offbeat. You start to notice his pace picking up and you long to drop to your knees and help him or even just to look upon his face as he finishes. As soon as the thought passes your mind you feel him pull away.

"Turn around, I can't wait any longer, I need to be inside of you."

You obey and press your face against the glass, probably giving Josh a great view of your tits if he's sitting in the chair that Jake had occupied before. Struggling to keep your eyes closed you let out a grunt of annoyance but it's quickly spun into a moan when Jake pushes into you.

"God, you're making such a fucking mess, you're so wet."

Jake curls his body over yours and starts thrusting into you. You place your palms against the glass and he puts his hands over yours, interlocking your fingers. He's driving into you with such force that in your semi-overstimulated state you already feel close to cumming. You wish you could see that way that Jake looked right now because his moans are deep and filling your ears so pleasantly.

"Please, Jake--" You're not even sure of what you're asking for but he seems to understand your body better than you, snaking his hand down to rub tight circles on your clit. You shake against him, unable to properly hold yourself up.

"Is my pretty angel gonna cum?"

"Mmm, Jake-- Please--" You can barely form a coherent sentence and when Jake withdraws the hand rubbing your clit and when you hear him spit on his fingers before toying with it again you cum around him, right then and there.

"Holy shit, you're gonna--" Jake is promptly cut off by his own orgasm taking hold of him. You can feel him filling you up so deliciously that you squeeze your eyes shut even harder. He keeps pounding into you, riding out his high until he's satisfied. "You can open your eyes now. Are you okay?"

You let yourself acclimatize once you can see again and then when he pulls out you turn around to face him. His cheeks are flushed red from exertion but maybe something else too as he has a sheepish grin on his face.

"I'm great, although I may need some help walking out of here." You both laugh and Josh reenters the room, gathering your clothes for you. "Did you get some good audio?" You ask it innocently but even thinking about putting any of what happened in this room into a song makes your stomach churn with something akin to excitement.

"I'd say so." Jake murmurs into your neck, kissing below your ear.

Josh hands you your little bundle of clothes and Jake steps away from you after placing one final kiss to your cheek. Once redressed you all decide to call it a day and head back. The car ride is quiet this time but the tension is gone, now replaced with a shared tiredness between the three of you.

When the car pulls into the driveway you become greatly aware of your state, you can barely walk and you have lovebites all over your neck. "I think we should have a talk with Sam."

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[thekrows-nest]

Okay off work so I can muddle a bit more on this. I'll put a read more cause I know this will get long lmao.

If you saw me reblog this to the wrong blog before no you didn't.

Obviously Krow is Erik/The Phantom. Similar to the Phantom, he has a variety of skills, in the arts of course but Krow is also clever, knows a bit about caring for a scooter, carpentry, cleaning, and other things. Could easily translate them into skills for the Phantom. And fuck it, for the purposes of this au he could know ventriloquism too. Also Krow actually has money in this. From scamming the managers. Also the book has some REALLY funny scenes on how the Phantom does this.

Dove is, of course, Christine. Now in the book (I am mainly going by book canon) Christine had her own sense of fierceness, strength and character. She truly IS the hero of the story that saves everyone with not just her strength but her compassion too. Of course, your Dove could be different... and the story could be different.

Eliyah is... sigh. Probably Raoul. The rival love interest to the Phantom. Similar to Raoul, Eliyah also can be described as "foppish" (as so many in the phandom have called Raoul) and can have his priorities a bit askew. However, unlike Raoul, Eliyah... doesn't always have Dove/Christine's interests at heart. And given that Raoul in the story is a Viscount, with his older brother being a Count, he has a fair bit of a power. A dangerous combination indeed. Honestly Eliyah could be a Raoul and Carlotta mix lmao.

Gabby is a little tricky to correlate to a Phantom character. Gabby is Dove's best friend. In the book, Christine is... kind of alone in the book. She doesn't really have any friends. The ballet corps and other singers either see her as weird at best and stay away or are jealous of her sudden rise to fame. In the musical, Meg is Christine's friend (though there's only one scene really... showing this friendship?) so one could argue that'd be the best correlation. As well, it's often the ballet girls that are often going on about the 'Opera Ghost' and how folks shouldn't incur his wrath. Gabby is known to have a belief in not fucking with the supernatural. So closest correlation probably would be a more proactive Meg like character that tries to keep Dove/Christine out of trouble and is VERY dubious on this 'Angel of Music'.

Luke. He's the Persian (yes that's what the character is only known by in the original book, and has been excluded from the musical which is fucking BULLSHIT. He's often called Daroga or even "Nadir" based on the name Susan Kay gave the character in her novel "Phantom", which gives the backstory of Erik and... it's a book. I have feelings on. Anyway.) Luke is the Persian. The Persian is... Erik's only real friend and confidant. Luke plays much the same role for Krow in canon. Luke could easily be keeping tabs on Krow in this au and trying to make sure he doesn't cause TOO much trouble and finally stepping in when Krow's antics (and madness) goes over the line.

Mary would be Madame Giry. Although she and Gabby wouldn't be related (Madame Giry is Meg's mom in the original). Madame Giry basically takes care of Box 5 and has some relations with the Phantom although doesn't really see or personally interact with him. But she finds him of reasonable character. Mary and Krow... well... Perhaps Krow is a little more... forgiving of Mary here. Somewhat ironic considering this au but anyway. For Camilla, I'll say she is a fellow box assistant like Mary, and they are still very much lovers.

Naila is the narrator, that tells you the Opera Ghost REALLY existed, and the whole book is a recounting totally explaining WHY he existed. Source: Trust Me Bro.

There really is no character correlation for LT. Either he is woefully absent or he has inserted himself into the story and hijacked some poor unnamed side character to get in on the plot.

I should use my nerdy Phantom knowledge to construct an AU for the Krow verse. Cause I know a... good chunk about Phantom of the Opera.

[unluckilyimnot]

Tokyo Revengers as romantic tropes pt.2

Characters: Draken, Chifuyu, Baji, Inui.

Warnings: none, pure fluff. Kinda long for some of them I'm sorry :(

Words count: 1,824

Part.1 || Haitani || m.list

English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there're any mistakes ♡

Inui Seishu - The boy that fall harder than the girl

When he met you for the first time, you were with Hina, coming with her to see Takemichi. Which he happens to be with

You're not the brightest person but it's enough for him to keep his eyes on you all the time and every times he sees you, his heart just get even more caught by you

When someone talk about how pretty a girl can be, he answers that none is prettier that you with his typical straight face

When you say yes to be with him omg he's head over heels for you, feels like he's blessed

You can literally have anything front him, he always has heart eyes for you and smiles at you with so much sweetness the other are sick of it

Best supportive boyfriend you can ever have

You were planning a shopping day with Emma and Hina and they were saying that they'd like to bring their boyfriend/crush with them. "But Draken will never come with us !" Complained Emma, laying on your bed. Hina beside her nods, "Takemichi could come I guess, but I'm sure he's gonna cancel at the last moment." You, on the other hand, were a bit angry at the guys. "Crazy that they can't do that for you, I mean it's not a big deal. Well, from Draken it's different but Takemichi??" You say in a shook tone. Hina simply laughs, knowing very well that he never does it on purpose.

Emma gives you a suspicious look. "You don't seem bothered by Inui by the way, why ?" You looked back at her with innocent eyes. "Well, I just know he'll comes. He always does." "True that he seems like this," add Hina when she thoughts about it. "I don't believe you." With a sigh, you take out your phone and call your boyfriend and put him on speaker.

"Hello ? You're good?" The blond guys say on the other side almost immediately. "Inuii, you're on speaker. I want to go shopping with the girls this weekend, can you come ?" You tell without hesitation with a sweet voice, surprising Emma. "Yeah, of course. You need something in particular ?" "Not really, just your opinion." "Okay, I'll be there then. You're coming tonight? My mom planned to cook something you like," agreeing with enthusiasm, you slowly finish your conversation with him, looking at your friends with sorry eyes.

"I have to go now, I love you !" You say before he speaks even more. "I love you more," he replies before you hang up. "I'm sorry, he talks a lot sometimes." "Only with you," says Emma with an almost jealous look, which makes you laugh. She wasn't wrong. "He sure loves you a lot," sweetly says Hina, understanding you very well. You knew it, that he loves you to death, but earing someone say it to you fluttered you. It's with a shy nod and a blush that you agreed with her. You were the luckiest girl to have him.

Ken Ryuguji "Draken" -  College Boyfriend (lets imagine you're both older)

The type to take and come get you with his bike, you got free rounds early on the morning (probably hate him during winter tho)

Make sure you sleep and eat enough during exams period 'cause he knows you tend to overwhelmed yourself

Make you stop himself if he has to

Come pick you up if you don't feel well, doesn't even feel bad to leave Inui alone

What's a good college boyfriend without his hoodies : he gives it to you whenever you need it (mostly when you don't feel well)

You can't count on him for help but he'll stay by your side late at night just to get you food or a warm tea to motivate you

So proud of you that you choose this path, to go to university and always tells you that you're doing amazing

"You know it's 1 a.m right ?" You jump on your seat at the voice that came suddenly from behind you. Draken just take out one of your headphones with a done look. He knows that you're anxious about this task but this was his limit (and should be yours too). You were on this for hours now and fatigue was written on your face. Plus, the light from the living room drives him crazy, he just cannot sleep with this and without you. "You're going to bed now," his strict tone made you whine. "I'm not done at all !" "And you will not be tonight so stop right now or I'm making you."

With a resigned sigh, you saved your work and closed your laptop. You didn't have any energy to fight him right now. Plus, his worried look makes you feel bad. Getting ready to bed with him watching you from the bed, you couldn't help but stare at him sometimes. His hair wasn't wet anymore and fell beautifully on his shoulders. Broad shoulders you love to grip to.

"Done dreaming? I'm fucking tired and I just remind you that you sleep with me. So get your ass here faster please," he was clearly done with you tonight, you could feel it. With a small laugh, you throw yourself on him, ending up falling on the bed. "I'm here," you smiled. "Good, let's sleep now." Next thing you knew, his arms were around you, securing you from the word and assuring you a good night.

Keisuke Baji - Boy next door

The guy you see every morning when you go out to school and the same guy that you see coming home with countless bruises and covered by blood

You ear his mother almost screaming at him cause she's worried every evening, but he probably ears your own parents too when you're doing something wrong

Unintentional meeting by the window of your room, nor really talking to each other before he starts it

It became a habit. Talking about his day to a stranger, asking about yours too cause he's a gentleman

Eventually you answer and you both grew attached to each other

Meeting at a point after school to go back home together some day of the week and you coming to his home to help him study (probably end up doing something else but who are you to say no to him ?)

"I don't want to do that anymore" sighs the black hair boy, falling on his back dramatically. You laugh at him as you set your pencil on the table. "But you need to finish this and can't do it by yourself" you add, putting your chin in your hand. Baji gets up at your words with a huge smile, even if your words were kinda harsh. "Buuut we can take a break, right ? We've been on this for too long" whined the boy, leaning on your legs. Stroking his hair by reflexes, you nod with a gentle smile. You were almost done and he's been doing this for the past hour : you can let him get his break.

So you let him close his eyes and enjoy your hand in his hair while you start studying your own stuff. You liked helping him because you can spend time together but you often end up late on your homework. You didn't notice that his dark eyes opened again, looking at you with awe. Your lips forming a straight line, sometimes opening up a bit to murmur some incoherent words to him. He wishes he could look at something else but was mesmerized by them. Then he gets up, facing you almost blankly, surprising you before posing his lips on the corner of your own. "You're really pretty when you're concentrated, you know that ?" He says, leaving you being a blushing mess.

Matsuno Chifuyu - First love

Happens to read the same manga, at the same time : it all start with this

He would made a whole plan to approach you, not aware that you noticed him too and witnessed all he's trying to do

He'll probably be a mess, but an adorable one and you choose to stay with him

The sweetest, doesn't touch you before asking (surely takes months for him to even do that) and always check on you

That's an innocent, cute and funny love. The one that you want to last forever

Takes you on little dates when he buys you food and make you laugh to be sure that he got your heart

Because his is beating so hard that it hurt him

He always wanted to try a shojo scene with his girlfriend when he got one and you were the best he could ever find ! I mean, you were reading Blue Springs Ride when he met you : that makes you immediately perfect. With that, he was sure he could do anything he ever wanted with you without any doubts. Or that's what he thinks.

One day, Chifuyu was out with you and other guys, tasting food and candy. He takes you out of your room without even telling you what you were about to do but you were the happiest to meet his friends. And so he was when he saw you being good with them. Putting a candy in your mouth, you soon hiss at the sourness on your tongue - you never really like sour candy. Chifuyu turns to you with concerns eyes, "you don't like it ?" Nodding with shut eyes, next thing you knew was his lips on yours and his tongue stealing the candy from you. Shocked by his move, you pushed him a bit with confused eyes as he just smiled at you, the candy between his teeth. You were blushing as hell and the blond guy was just looking at you, like waiting for you to say something.

"Thank you.." you whisper and look at the floor out of shyness. "That's it ?" "What do you mean?" "You don't know why I did that ??" You were confused to say the least, "no ?" That was the moment when Chifuyu starts to regret. "You've never watched Horimiya ?? Like it's so famous lately! I've read it but I thought that you've seen it because you like shojo too..." He was so messy and in a rush that you could only laugh at him - hoping that he wouldn't take it personally. "Baby, I don't read or watch shojo," you laugh. "Huh?" "I don't really like it, I prefer seinen to be honest. I've read like two shojo in my life." He really felt dumb at this moment and wanted to run very far away from you because of his embarrassement. Getting it, you take his jaw in your hands before kissing him softly.

"Even if I didn't know where it's from, it was hella cute, so don't worry baby. I love you for that too" you say sweetly before rubbing your nose against his. He was reassured but his blush didn't go away. He was just happy that you loved that side of him too.

I got my wisdom teeth removed lately, I'm sorry I didn't feel good at first so I finished this later than except

[otomes-world]

Loyal Knight

Anon said: Hello love! I hope you're doing well, May I request this prompt for Rook or maybe Idia? Thank you ❤️ 30. “I`m chronically ill... with jealousy”

Life is full of mysteries, unknown things that are waiting for someone to discover them. Who else, if not a humble hunter and just a connoisseur of everything beautiful, would know about this? Watching the newly minted prefect of the onboro dorm had become his new hobby.  Of course, she didn't have the charisma of the lion king or dragon king. Like with her appearance she could not compete with the lord of poisons.

However, there was something in her features, something that constantly escapes the ordinary gaze and at the same time lures it.  Perhaps it was the very highlight. Maybe it was because she was a 'famous' treasure that hidden on the seabed. The hard-to-reach, but at the same time so attractive that many put their lives on the line for the opportunity to see it with at least one glance. Not to mention raising it to the surface and taking it for themselves.

However, these were just metaphors. Comparing a lady with an object was bad manners. This was not what a true gentleman should do. Rook Hunt preferred to count himself among them.

Even now, being in the class, he could not take his eyes off the girl sitting on the grass under the tree. She probably just finished an assignment assigned by the director or some other teacher, and was resting. Even though they were meters and several floors apart, Hunt could clearly see the folds in her clothes, disheveled hair and a tired expression on face. For him, this had become a familiar picture, however, as for the rest of the students. Many had become accustomed to the existence of an unusual student and already ceased to attach any importance to this.

Except of him.

"Rook Hunt, what has caught your attention so much that you allow yourself to be distracted during my lesson?" The blonde's thoughts were distracted by the teacher's voice, in which tired notes slipped. He looked up from the window and spread his arms in a revealing gesture, preparing to answer, but seeing this, the teacher immediately continued. "It doesn't matter. You can keep on."

Saying this, the man returned to the lecture, while a stream of whispers swept through the class. Basically, it contained surprise how the teachers so easily let away the vice-leader of Pomefiore. However, they could be understood. Rook was in this college for the third year and managed to establish an eccentric nature. Ignoring the next portion of gossip, the hunter just turned back to the window and, resting his head on his hand, looked down with a smile.

The picture below hadn't changed much. This time, a long tail with a tassel at the end was wrapped around the girl's forearm. This was another unspoken gentleman among the entire stream of students. The noble lion king reluctantly took the prefect under his wing. Thanks to his peculiar attention, the number of the lady's admirers had significantly decreased. Only the most courageous and purposeful ones left.

Could Hunt call himself a lucky owner of these qualities? More than enough.

Fight for the hand of a beautiful girl, what could be more romantic. Rook was not a knight, only a modest hunter, but for the sake of such a young man was ready to change his profession for a short while.

"H-Hunt-san?.." A cautious uncertain question, asking one which already regretted to do it. "A-are you aright? You have s-s-scary, I mean! Strange expression on your face."

Hearing this, Rook immediately turned to Octavinelle A-kun, whose eyes were already running from one corner to another and student was ready to rush to the door at any moment. This man had always been controversial. However, the character of his only played into the hands of the head of his dorm, for whom the student became a spy and a simple collector of information.

"That's right, Monsieur, I've been sick for a long time," Hunt said grammatically.

"Y-yes?! Then.."

"I am chronically ill.." continued the vice-leader of Pomefiore, not allowing the young man to finish his sentence. "... with jealousy".

Hearing the end of the sentence, Octavinelle Ah-kun stared at the blond with a lost gaze.

"H-hunt-san?.."

"To be more precise, the whole thing is in a disease that ruined millions and at the same time made billions happy. You guessed it right, Monsieur. Exactly! It name is love! An insidious villain who pushed me into the abyss of unknown feelings and at the same time presented something without which I can no longer live."

"That's how.. I.."

"You don’t understand, right? Oh, I didn’t understand myself. I didn’t understand until the simplest truth visited my tired mind. However, this does not mean that I lost my grip. I’m sure, Roi d’Effort will also be glad to hear it,” saying this, Rook narrowed his eyes slightly, smiling. "Will you be so kind to convey this to him?"

The completely bewildered student immediately nodded and tried to move away from Hunt as far as the distance between the tables would allow. To this, Hunt only replied with his famous look and glanced briefly out the window. The prefect was gone.

However, this was not a problem. He can always find her later. After all, it was the duty of a knight to accompany the princess and protect her from adversity and self-proclaimed admirers.

[justfor2am]

it is midnight i have been on n off asleep since like 7 .anyways perspective flip, bts, for want of a nail, + a thousand words of the unusual fic asks? for whatever fics u want as usual 🫡

doing these ones out of order because brain said so, anyways— BTS: I’ll write a DVD commentary about my personal favorite passage from: [7th Sense] (Chapter 9: he's picking a lock he doesn't go into)

The final scene of that chapter, with grian and mumbo, is probably my favorite part of this fic so far, mostly because i'm getting to explore a different side of depression than I often see written in fics.

usually, you get the sadness, the shaking, the no talking/no eating, the limp, wilted flower who needs to be saved. and yes, depression is that sometimes, but it can be, and often is, so much messier than that.

it's anger. it's misplaced frustrations because the truth is too scary to confront, it's knowing you need to shower/brush your teeth/get dressed and being unable to do it anyways. it's not doing those things on purpose because you think you don't deserve them. it's quiet lethargy, it's restless nights that turn into a room ripped apart because you just can't fucking sleep so you're making it someone else's problem.

it's the lashing out at someone who means the world to you, because maybe this time they're take the hint and leave forever. it's knowing deep down that you're too scared to ask for help, and that you didn't mean to help them.

grian isn't magically better by the end of the chapter. his room's still a mess, he still hasn't eaten or gotten cleaned up, and he half asses his way through an apology to mumbo.

but he asks mumbo to open the window. and they both know the deeper meaning in that gesture, knowing that it was that very window that scar escaped into the night. that it's been firmly shut since then. it's progress, like it or not. _________ For Want of a Nail: If Scar had died giving Grian his life force in: [though i've closed my eyes, i know who you pretend i am] the ending, i'm sure you can imagine, is much more depressing. Eleri, the elven queen, would be without an heir to her bloodline, and the grief of losing her only son, the last blood family she had, would cause her magic to lash out, and cast the kingdom into a century of darkness. somewhere in that time, the heartbreak would kill her.

in the mad scramble to find someone to take over, gem would accept the offered kingdom, but feel immense regret over the situation, partially blaming herself for scar's death. if she had kept quiet and agreed to marry him in the first place, would he still be alive?

mumbo, now without a ward, would pledge himself to grian's aid, who very much does not want mumbo's help. grian is the most guilt-stricken of them all, half of scar's life force now pounding in his chest, keeping grian alive. that coupled with newfound avian instincts, and no mate to help ease him through the new magic in his blood, grian would be an complete mess, unwillingly relying on mumbo to keep his instincts at bay. it would be a few decades until, eventually, grian would isolate himself in the nearby mountain range, somewhere far too cold for a vampire like mumbo to follow.

grian would live out the rest of his days more animal than man, a self-inflicted penance for costing his lover his life.

good thing that didn't happen, right? _________ A Thousand Words: I’ll create a photoset/gifset that, IMO, sums up the main themes/concepts I intended for [the blood i'm owed is all yours] (trying to motivate myself to update the damn thing lmao)

compromise, i'm doing a playlist instead because this post is long enough as is. no particular listening order, put this bitch on shuffle king

_________ Perspective Flip: I’ll write a scene from [Why Do I (Even Try?)] from another character’s point-of-view (Chapter 18: just count to ten, and try to breathe)

(italics are original text, i wrote this stream-of-conscious style literally this moment so sorry if it's not super cohesive)

Grian hid behind his wine glass, the ruby drink only brightening his blush. "Rule two, no letting the public find out. I've got a lick of sense about me, and I know that we would be immediately framed as me being the pity points, some kinda mangy boyfriend, and I'd like to pass on that part of the publicity train, thank you very much."

"I think you would make an incredibly handsome boyfriend, but continue."

It was too easy to rile Grian up, Scar genuinely wondered if it was worth taunting him this early into their evening. It was cute, watching him try to gloss over Scar's attacks, deflecting with his own pointed silence. The game was fun, but half the joy was in the end result.

"Most importantly, rule number three." Grian set down his glass, purely for dramatic effect. "No falling in love with one another."

This one caught Scar off guard. He hoped Grian couldn't tell in his face, quickly clearing his throat to fix his soured expression. Right. Of course. This was transactional at best: Scar would receive Grian's company in the form of sex, meaningless hook ups between co-workers. At least, that's how Grian was presenting the idea.

Scar didn't want that. He wasn't after only the physical, as much of a nice bonus as it could be. He wanted to know Grian, really know him, reach the parts that the man kept hidden from the world and fall into his mind; Scar wanted all of Grian, not just the surface level.

Even so, he knew that for Grian, sex was so much more than surface level. It was a serious gesture of trust, and not one Scar was willing to betray. But that didn't mean Scar would give up his love so easy, and let himself be heartbroken in favor of physical intimacy.

Some way, some how, Scar would make a space for himself in Grian's heart. He owed it to himself to try, at the very least.

Scar grinned, and lifted his wine glass in toast. "Challenge accepted."