#not bad for something I thought of in 5 minutes

[littlestl4mb]

you should make a little blurb about jealous lu!

PS: I love your work you are so cutesie

thank you dear anon!!!! i will put this under the cut because i kinda wrote more than i meant to lol oops

okay so i was thinking about this heavily. at first i thought hmmm luigi doesn’t strike me as the jealous type idk… he’s so intelligent and he’s an engineer so like… you know that mf is as logical and solution-oriented as they come. for better or worse. but then... i thought about it again and i went no YEAH lu definitely gets jealous... i think college lu FOR SURE would. and it drives him mad bc he knows his jealousy is stupid. it’s a foolish feeling, he probably thinks. yet one he can’t shake himself free from. especially when you’re first seeing each other but it’s not completely exclusive yet. when things between you are casual because you’re just getting to know each other?? yeahhhh his brain is going wild 24/7. he can’t stop thinking about you. he can’t stomach the idea of you spending your time with another person that isn’t him. he hates it too because he just knows he’s being too obsessive, that he’s being way too much. he has a lot of self awareness— he knows how to rationalize his heart with his head. but… he can’t stop the compulsive bitterness he feels towards anyone that shows you any sign of affection!!! the hormones just go crazy in that man’s head. he tries to keep a cap on most of his feelings, but when it comes to you it’s nearly impossible. and it only drives him more mad because he’s soooo aware of his jealousy and how futile such a feeling is, but he literally cannot save himself from it. 

he sees you walking down the sidewalk with some guy, and he hates the way his stomach drops. he acknowledges the fact that he has no autonomy over who you see or hang out with, and still he can’t stand it. loathes it. feels so powerless to an emotion that is eating him alive inside and out. the worst part is he kind of knows the guy you’re walking with too. not very well but enough. the kid isn’t even that bad— has exchanged some kind words with luigi before in passing. but all it takes is for the guy to be in the place that luigi has self righteously already claimed as his in his head, and now luigi fucking detests the guy. 

he rants about it to his friends the moment he sees them, “i just don’t fucking get it. the guy has no hobbies. he can’t write. have you seen the books he chooses to read around campus? horrible taste. i don’t see what she sees in him.” — and all his friends are telling him he needs to cool it because it’s out of his control. 

don’t worry though, luigi does not believe in cooling it. in fact, he calls you up on the phone and leaves you a 3 minute long voicemail. he’s not afraid to say how he feels so he lets it all out. he’s telling you how “you’re wasting your time with whatever-his-name-is.” says something like, “does he even do anything? i mean it. does he? at least i started the video game development club.” 

luigi is going OFF in his little voicemail. you listen to the full thing when you’re out of class, generally surprised by how out of the blue it is. the thing is, you didn’t even see luigi earlier when he evidently saw you. he must’ve spotted you and then slipped out of sight immediately.

you have another class to attend to, and not enough time to deal with whatever melt down the man is having. so all you can text him is ‘luigi, he was walking out of class with me and we were talking because we just got put together for a group project.’ it’s the truth too, there wasn’t anything nefarious going on between you two. 

of course, luigi calls you right away. you can’t pick up, but that doesn’t stop him from calling about 5 more times. when he finally sees you later, he probably stands by his word. he’s got too much pride to admit his wrong doing. or the fact that he jumped to conclusions so fast. 

…and then i think once you’re in a proper relationship, the way in which luigi gets jealous shifts. it’s not so much over the simple and stupid stuff. not the silly little things that you get jealous of when you’re young and think you’re the center of the world. when you’re finally exclusive with each other, he has no insecurities that you’re all about him. but … he is a taurus man and every taurus man i’ve ever known is jealous in the most covert way. and in my experience it’s in a very specific way too?? which i would call the “i have to know i’m important in your life” kind of way. 

it’s not so much about being jealous of you hanging out with others. no, in fact he likes that you have your own ways about you and you’re independent. but there’s still a part of him that needs the reassurance that he’s very much important to you. i hope this is making sense. like, he wants to know when you think of him, and he wants you to admit when you’ve missed him. he’d straight up tell you this too. “can you just admit when you think of me? i can’t just know it. i have to hear it in person from you.” 

also, i think he’d have this strange kind of possessive jealousy, where he has to know you through and THROUGH. he has a need to know you as much as humanly possible. he needs to be closer to you than anyone else. he gets jealous and bitter at the thought of others knowing you better than he does.

he’s observant, yes, and knows you that way. but he likes hearing you talk about everything and anything too, so that he can understand you more than anyone else ever has. he needs to know the memory you have of being a little girl and walking down the street, and how the people and buildings were just so tall. something so mundane that you never bothered telling anyone else, he has to have that knowledge like it's a drink of water when he's been walking through the desert for months. and i’m telling you right now— that man wants to know the block you grew up on. he wants to go there by himself and walk down it. he tries to see what you saw as a little girl, wants to see things how you saw them when you were young. thinks that if he does that, he can fathom your thoughts a little better. maybe be able to think your own thoughts himself— that he might know you so well that he becomes a part of you. 

[d-z20]

A Taste of Obedience (NSFW)

Pairing: Avis Amberg x Reader

Summary: Working as Avis Amberg’s assistant means following her every command—always poised, always obedient, always under her thumb. But when she pulls you aside at a gala, you quickly learn that serving her extends far beyond your day job

-OR-

You get to fuck your boss in her dressing room before heading back to the party with a promise of more

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, power bottom Avis, service top reader, mentions of alcohol consumption, slight dom/sub dynamics, oral/cunnilingus (A recv), R masturbating while fucking A, orgasm denial(ish), 'good girl' used for R

Words: 1.8k

A/N: Her dress is kind of inspired by her silk robe from the scene in this gif (I may or may not have watched this gif on repeat for 5 solid minutes because 🫠🫠)

AO3 | Masterlist

You have always known your place with Avis Amberg.

You are her assistant, her shadow, the one who ensures everything runs smoothly, from scheduling meetings with studio executives to keeping her martini glass full at every high-profile event. You anticipate her needs before she even speaks them, standing just close enough to be seen but never so close as to overstep. Avis Amberg is a woman who commands a room without raising her voice, a woman who men fear and women envy. And you? You know better than to let your feelings cloud your judgement.

But tonight, she's playing a dangerous game. And she's winning.

The Ace Studios Annual Gala is a spectacle of wealth and power, an evening where the biggest names in Hollywood come together in a grand ballroom to toast each other with carefully measured smiles and whispered secrets. You’ve spent the night at Avis’s side, watching her work the room with effortless charm, exuding elegance in a black silk gown. Every so often, she looks at you—not with the distant acknowledgement she usually reserves for hired help, but with something sharper.

It starts with the fleeting touches. The accidental brush of her fingers against your wrist as she hands you her empty glass. The slow, dragging gaze that lingers just a moment too long. The way her lips quirk upward whenever she catches you staring, amusement flickering in her eyes as if she knows exactly what you’re fantasising about.

And then, at the peak of the evening, when the champagne has loosened the room’s inhibitions and the music swells, she leans in close, her breath warm against your cheek. Her voice is low, just for you.

“You've been staring at me all night, sweetheart. You better do something about it.”

Your breath catches, fingers tightening around the stem of your empty glass. Your mind races, searching for the right response, for the careful line you know you should not cross.

Before you could think better of it, before you could remind yourself of all the reasons why this was a very bad idea, she was already walking away, expecting you to follow.

And so you did.

She led you down a dimly lit corridor backstage, the sounds of the gala growing muffled as she slipped into a dressing room. The door quietly shut behind you, sealing the two of you away from the glittering world outside.

Avis leaned against the vanity, one manicured hand tracing idle patterns against the cool surface as she regarded you with amusement.

"Tell me, darling," she says, reaching up to unclasp the diamond necklace resting against her collarbone. "Did you really think I hadn’t noticed the way you look at me?"

You swallow hard, heart pounding as she sets the necklace aside, her fingers moving with slow, deliberate precision. "I—" You don’t know what to say, don’t know how to answer when she’s watching you like that, like she already knows every thought running through your head.

"Speechless? How rare." She beckons you closer with her finger. "And here I thought you were good with words."

Your mouth goes dry as she reaches for your hand, guiding it to the bare skin of her collarbone. Your fingers twitch at the warmth of her, the soft pulse beneath your touch.

"On your knees for me."

The command sends a shiver down your spine. You hesitate for a fraction of a second, but the look in her eyes told you she would not repeat herself.

Slowly, deliberately, you sink to your knees before her, the cool tile grounding you, even as your head swims with anticipation. Your hands trace the slit in her dress, pushing the silk aside, revealing the smooth, warm skin of her thighs.

Before you can move further, a finger curls under your chin, forcing your gaze upwards.

"Slowly," she instructs, her voice nothing more than a whisper. "Make it worth my time."

She drags the moment out, watching the way your breathing changes, the way your fingers tremble against her skin. You know she enjoys this—the power, the tension, the way she can make you ache without even touching you.

Your lips brush against her inner thigh, soft at first, barely there, just a tease. One of her hands threads through your hair, fingers tightening just enough to make you shiver.

You take your time, trailing slow, lingering touches up the soft skin of her thigh, your mouth leaving warm, open-mouthed kisses in their wake. You nip at her skin, just enough to earn a sharp inhale, followed by a quiet hum of approval. You soothe the spot with your tongue, letting your hands drift up to grip her thighs, feeling the way they tense beneath your touch.

Your lips ghost over the sensitive skin where her thigh meets her hip, your breath warm against her. She exhales slowly, almost like she’s daring herself to remain composed, to keep from demanding. But then your tongue flicks against her clit—soft at first, a deliberate taste before pressing in deeper.

Avis sighs, tilting her head back against the mirror, her grip tightening in your hair. You feel her hips shift, subtle but purposeful, urging you forward. You indulge her, flicking your tongue again before sucking lightly, revelling in the way her thighs quiver slightly beneath your hands.

A soft, measured moan escapes her lips, but she never fully loses herself, her composure wrapped around her like the silk of her gown. Still, her breath hitches when you push your face further into her crotch, your tongue working with practiced precision, pulling her apart bit by bit.

“That’s it, darling.” Her voice is breathless, but her tone remains steady, a purr of satisfaction. Her fingers briefly tighten in your hair again as a subtle warning. “I know you can do better than that, though.”

You redouble your efforts, eager to prove her right. Your tongue moves with purpose, stroking and circling in a way you know will drive her arousal higher, pushing her closer to the edge. Her thighs tighten around your head, trapping you between the warmth of her, her breath coming in faster, more uneven gasps. The telltale signs of her pleasure are there, but still, she maintains control, never fully letting go.

The ache between your own thighs grows unbearable, a hot, throbbing pulse of need that only worsens with every moan she lets slip past her lips. Your body is reacting on instinct, heat pooling between your legs, soaking the fabric between your thighs. You squeeze them together, desperate for any kind of friction, any relief. The sensation is hardly enough, but it sends a shiver through you all the same, making you moan softly against her skin.

It’s these soft added vibrations that catch Avis’s attention.

“Touch yourself,” she commands, her voice rougher now, edged with something dangerously indulgent. “But don’t forget what you’re supposed to be doing.”

A fresh wave of arousal rushes through you, sharp and all-consuming. Your hand trembles as it slips between your legs, pressing firmly against the damp heat waiting there. The moment you grind against your own palm, a needy gasp escapes your lips, muffled against her. The sudden movement of air sends a shudder through her body, and for the first time, you feel her thighs properly shake and you know she’s feeling this just as much as you are.

The power of it, the rush of knowing you’re the one unravelling her, makes you reckless. Dizzy even. You focus on your own pleasure for just a moment too long, your fingers pressing harder against yourself, your hips moving in small, desperate thrusts. Your moans grow louder, more urgent, nearly overtaking hers as pleasure coils in your stomach, building so fast you can’t even think about stopping.

And then there’s a sharp tug at your hair.

Avis yanks your head back, breaking you out of your own haze, her grip firm to remind you who’s in charge and whose pleasure this is about. Her breath is heavy, her eyes dark as she gazes down at you, but there’s no mistaking the authority in her voice when she speaks.

“Don’t get distracted, sweetheart.” Her tone is cool. “I cum first. Understood?”

Shame and arousal mix in equal measure, making your skin flush hot. “Yes, ma’am,” you whisper, lips still slick, your own pleasure momentarily abandoned as you refocus completely on her.

A smirk plays at the corners of her lips. “Good girl.”

And just like that, you’re back exactly where she wants you because Avis Amberg never loses control.

She dictates every movement with soft hums of approval, tilting your chin up when she wants you to meet her gaze, holding you there as if daring you to fall apart before she does. Even as her breath hitches, even as her fingers curl against the vanity, she remains poised, composed—Avis Amberg to the very end.

Her nails scrape against your scalp, a sharp contrast to the warmth of her thighs quaking around you. You know she’s close to climaxing when she lets her head fall back with a whimper—a rare slip in her composure. But just before she can let go completely, she catches herself, her grip tightening, pulling you harder against her as she comes apart.

Her moan is low and devastating, her body shuddering against your mouth. She rides it out with a grace that is infuriatingly effortless, even now, even in the throes of pleasure.

But as she exhales, coming down from her high, the fire burning in your own body is impossible to ignore. The ache between your legs is unbearable now, the lingering taste of her on your tongue only making it worse. Your free hand presses harder against yourself, hips rolling into your palm as a quiet whimper slips past your lips. It doesn’t take much—just the residual pleasure, the heat of the moment, the power of knowing what you just did to her—to make the tension inside you snap, pleasure crashing through you in a shuddering wave that has your breath stalling, your moan muffled against the soft skin of her thigh.

Avis chuckles amusedly.

“How greedy of you,” she hums, her fingers brushing through your hair in lazy, absent strokes. “Barely finished with me, and already chasing your own pleasure.”

You blink up at her, blushing profusely, the remnants of your orgasm still pulsing through your limbs, making you tremble slightly as you try to collect yourself. She lets you stay there for a moment, basking in the aftershocks of it all, before she leans forward, her fingers tilting your chin up once more, forcing you to meet her gaze.

“You did well, darling,” she praises, her voice still thick with pleasure. “But next time, I expect even better.”

Then, just like that, she releases you. Steps away. Smooths out her dress like nothing happened, her composure restored, and her power reclaimed. She fixes her hair in the vanity mirror, dabs at the corner of her lips with a manicured finger, and reaches for the door handle.

"I expect you to be at my house by midnight," she says, not looking back.

And then she’s gone, leaving you breathless, ruined, and desperately waiting for whatever comes next.

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I sort of want to do future Avis fics where reader takes control from and Avis where A discovers she actually enjoys it. She's always had to control so much for appearances sake so never really had someone know her in that way and never let someone get close enough to try until reader and also getting more like exhibitionism stuff staircase scene who?

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taglist: @aceday @danveration @alwaysharmony @lostbutlovely33 @sweetmidnights

[guzhufuren]

Hey, I've noticed you've been pretty quiet lately and I hope you're doing okay. I know we're not friends or even mutuals so I'm sorry if I'm overstepping by messaging! I hope the world will treat you kindly and that you can find comfort and support if you need it 💕

hi sweetheart wow this is so genuinely nice and kind of you, thank you so much for caring to the point of reaching out

i'm on the way there! i will be okay, hopefully soon. it's not serious, i just had a medium sized break down after receiving a very negative comment on something i made, in mix with a bit of unrelated loneliness and yearning on top of that, plus many many 4am drowsy what-am-i-doing-with-my-life regretful thoughts that i have had in the last months swimming up. like for my unwellness history it's really only about 6 points on the scale where the maximum is 10, so not big. i turned all social apps off but couldn't shake off the distress caused by that one stranger on the internet being unkind to my project, despite knowing they were misunderstanding and were also not in a state to understand at all, so i was kind of confused about what's up with my brain and why it can't move on

and it was a good choice! because after being only with myself without any internet distractions for the first time in years, figured out in just a day that mood swings have been back for a while, over one month at least (so anger issues weren't totally Yunho's fault actually bless him), some other parts of mental health worsened too

got a grip on myself, went to my doctor, got back on meds, now i'm sleepy every minute of waking hours while my body is getting used to them again, but it's gonna be fine. received advice on how to write a mood log, turns out very helpful as additional treatment to keep hypomania and anxiety under control. i even started working out, doing memory exercises and preparing my exam notes tentatively, which is so hard and scary, oh my god, but i must. job search is even scarier but i'm working myself up to finding a good one with little, very very very very tiny steps but they are moving

in the first day of self made quarantine i rewatched the queer korean show Love for Love's Sake that cured me from depression for a while and from any possibility of suicidality for a lifetime last year. it didn't work the trick again, because i'm really not living in the best or even just calm psychological environment to let it do its magical healing thing the way it should, but it did give me new clarity and make me intensely cry some shit out, so that was also very nice

accidentally found the best fic ever and it brought me so much very needed comfort in the past week. it's sweet, funny and stress free. like a warm blanket. or a cup of vanilla cocoa that makes your cold toes tingle in winter. or a hug from the love of your life. first atz and woosan fic to enter my hall of all time longfic favourites. very rare honor but it deserves it completely

also found a bunch of bloggers who post videos of the ocean in Thailand, some even stream the beach 24/7. it's so cool, i watch it in the evenings for short periods of time. helps making it bearable to just survive here a little bit longer until i am able leave

i sort of of really like that when i don't spend 12 hours a day on the phone doing mind-numbing scrolling or posting, there is so much free time to do cool stuff? i have kinda felt like i can be back on here for a couple of days, but i still freak out a bit for two reasons. first, that bad comment is still hanging there and it still makes me too upset to open notifications or my own blog page, which is ridiculous but that's how my dumbass unwell-brain-made feelings are. so i will see how that goes away and i get over it like an adult. second, i'm scared to be sucked back in the addiction to the colourful little hellsite app so i usually end up throwing the phone away in panic after 5 minutes of the app being open. maybe i will work up to it more gradually, don't know, let's see how that goes too

thank you again my little treasure, i will happily take that kindness and comfort you offered here as you are a part of the world. and you can message without worrying anytime, no mutualship or officially labelled friendship necessary. i'm very cool with small amount of interactions, just not big on chatting online one on one for long and don't enjoy it super much. and also with how often i see you around we are considered friends for sure. so thank you again for being so sweet i really am so grateful to you for this, one hundred friend hugs in return

[aspiring-baba-yaga]

Silly Game Time: Change one letter of a media title, and tell us what that different media would be about.

For example, "Taken" (a movie where Liam Neeson seeks bloody vengeance against the men who kidnapped his adult daughter) becomes "Waken" (a movie where Liam Neeson seeks bloody vengeance against the men who woke up his baby daughter).

From the studios that brought you The Two Towers comes…

The Two Mowers (two suburban dads are locked in an epic landscaping rivalry. Will one prevail and have One Lawn to Rule Them All, or can they join forces and defeat the Dark Lord HOA?)

[danafeelingsick]

Give him some soda, see how he reacts to that.

not well, i assume

[angelnumber27]

violently forcing myself to have better days

[of-galaxies-and-black-holes]

i think ive grown a little strange in my solitude

[constant-phase-element]

mechanical reaffirmation therapy

Suddenly struck with a need to explain to you how boat pronouns work (I work in the marine industry).

When you're talking about the design of the boat, you say "it".

When the boat is still being built, your say "it".

When the boat is nearing completion, you can say "it" or "she".

When the boat is floating in the water you probably say "she", unless there is still a lot of work to be done (e.g. no engine yet) then you say "it".

When the boat is officially launched and operating, you say "she". If you continue to say "it" at this point you are not incorrect but suspiciously untraditional. You are not playing the game.

If you are referring to a boat you don't really know anything about you may say "it" ("there's a big boat, it's coming this way"). But if you know its name, it's probably "she" ("there's the Waverley, she's on her way to Greenock").

If you are talking about boats in general, you say "it" ("when a boat is hit by a wave it heels over")

If you speak about a boat in complimentary terms, it's "she" ("she's a grand boat"). If you are being disparaging it may be it, but not necessarily ("it's as ugly as sin", "she's a grotty old tub").

If she has a boy's name, she's still she. "Boy James", "King Edward", "Sir David Attenborough"? The pronoun is she.

If it's a dumb barge (no engine), you say it. But if it's a rowing boat (no engine), you say she.

I hope this has cleared things up so that you may not be in danger of misgendering floating objects.

[moisette]

I didn't think that would hit me but okay xD;

I got close to them so I could unhook her but I was injured so I got in a locker first to make myself quieter. I didn't know where he went so I said fuck it and ran to unhook her but she let herself die. I was like "Please let hatch be in here ><" and it was.

I should not have dropped the pallet that early. I wish I could think clearer while being chased... Sometimes I just go for shit instead of greeding it xD;

I just didn't want the heal to be a waste and them to get multiple hits...

I wanted to die so maybe Gabriel got hatch. I wanted to cleanse the totem just so it got cleansed. I was like "I guess I'll die in the corner - I don't think hatch spawns there a lot..." and Gabe was in that corner xD; I didn't want to die near Main or Shack... Gabe did not get hatch or try for a gate. I went to say "gg gl" and PH said "are u stupid or smtng?" and left. I'm sure he was talking to Gabriel...

Killers were chatty today. I like talking to Killers.

I also played against a Trickster on Dead Dawg. I made a bold play at the end that fucking backfired because BHVR keeps changing shit and my memory is horrible >_> My teammates must have thought I was a complete moron... I had Buckle Up and Kate was on the ground and Yui was on the hook next to an open gate. I was like "I pick Kate up - she tanks a hit with Endurance - I unhook Yui - we all make out it >8u/" Only Buckle Up does not give Endurance anymore. FUCK. FUCK YOU BHVR. YOU MADE ME LOOK STUPID \uB< No but really I felt so bad... I had it planned out perfectly but my horrible memory fucked it. I guess I should go ahead and read what all my perks do. So many have been changed and stats altered...

[enlichened]

These meds I'm on work the best of any antidepressant I've ever taken but the side effect of "dry mouth" might be the worst ever somehow

[icewindandboringhorror]

golf

[thethingything]

we are finally off the phone! I'd misjudged the time in the last post but in total it as 2 hours and 5 minutes. I do not know what half that conversation even was but holy shit so much of it was her basically making herself out to be so generous and caring and talking about how worried she is about our mum and how terrible it is that other family members don't help her with anything.

meanwhile she calls our mum and asks her to do all this stuff for her and talks to her like shit and guilt trips her into doing stuff and I know about so much incredibly fucked up stuff she did when our mum was a kid but she doesn't know that we know she's done all this.

also she normally keeps our mum on the phone for this long but doesn't keep us on the phone for very long and it's really weird suddenly being treated like our mum, but she called us because our mum wasn't picking up the phone (she's at work and can't do that) and it's reminding me of the thing where when we had covid in 2021 and our mum couldn't answer the phone, everyone started calling us and dumping every responsibility they'd normally dump on our mum on us instead and basically treating us how they'd normally treat her.

like oh the usual family scapegoat isn't available? time to pester her eldest "daughter" until they have a breakdown and almost end up blocking everyone and refusing to talk to the rest of the family

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

"its okay to take a night off and rest and not do anything productive because youve been pushing way too hard and youre getting burnt out" vs "oh fuck oh god i just wasted the 3-5 hours of free time i get after work and now its 9pm and i have to go to bed soon or ill be just as tired tomorrow" FIGHT

[synthetic-lavender]

You ever catch yourself saying something so out of pocket you go "what wtf why did I do that" and you have to think about it for the next like 10 minutes

[thethief1996]

Israel has cut water, electricity and food to Palestinians in Gaza. They are buying 10.000 M16 rifles and plan to distribute to civilian settlers in the West Bank to hunt down Palestinians. They're bombing the only way out of Gaza through Egypt, after telling refugees to flee through it, and have threatened the Egyptian government in case they let aid trucks pass through. Entire families, generations, are being wiped out and left to wander the streets hoping they don't get bombed.

Palestinians are using their last minutes of battery to let the world know about their genocide and are being met with a wall of "What about Hamas? What about the beheaded babies? Killing children on either side is bad!" even though the propaganda claims have been debunked over and over again. How cruel is it to ask somebody to condemn themselves before their last words? Or before grieving the loss of their entire families? When there's no such disclaimer to Israelis even though their government has shown over and over genocidal intent? Like who are you even trying to appease? What will your wishy washy statement do against decades of zionist thought infiltrating evangelical and Jewish stablishmemts?

Take action. Israel will fall back if public opinion turns its tide. The UK fell back on its bloody decision to cut aid to Palestine under public scrutiny. The USAmerican empire spends $3.8 billion dollars annually solely on this proxy war while its people suffer under a progressively military regime as well. News outlets are canceling last minute on Palestinian speakers while letting Israelis tell lies unchecked. Palestinian refugees are being targeted in ICE establishments and mosques are already being hounded by the FBI. France and Germany have banned pro-Palestine protests, while Netherlands and the UK have placed restrictions . You have the chance to stop this from turning into repeat of the Iraq war.

I want to do something but there's hardly anything for me to do from Brasil besides spreading the word and not letting these testimonies fall on deaf ears. I'm asking you to do this same ant work from wherever you are.

Follow:

Eye On Palestine (instagram / twitter)

Mohammed El-Kurd (instagram / twitter)

Decolonize Palestine (website with a chronological explanation of the occupation and debunking myths)

Muhammad Shehada (twitter)

Plestia Alaqad (directly from Gaza. Many of her videos are interrupted by bombs)

If there's a protest in your city, please attend. Here's an international calendar of events:

Friday, October 13

ALBUQUERQUE, NM (US) – Fri Oct. 13, 3 pm, UNM Bookstore, University of New Mexico. Organized by Southwest Coalition for Palestine.

BERKELEY, CALIFORNIA (US) – Fri Oct 13, 6 pm, Sproul Hall (Vigil), University of California Berkeley. Organized by Bears for Palestine.

DOUAIS, FRANCE – Fri Oct 13, 6:30 pm, Place de’Armes.

GOTHENBURG, SWEDEN – Fri Oct 13, 5:30 pm, Brunnsparken. Organized by Palestinska samordningsgruppen Gothenburg.

GREENSBORO, NC (US) – Fri Oct. 13, 4 pm, Wendover Village, 4203 W Wendover Ave, Greensboro, NC. Organized by Muslims for a Better NC.

LONDON, ENGLAND – Fri Oct 13, 5 pm, Keir Starmer’s Office, Crowndale Center, 218 Eversholt St, London. Organized by IJAN UK.

MEANJIN/BRISBANE, AUSTRALIA – Fri Oct 13, 6 pm, King George Square.

MIAMI, FL (US) – Fri Oct 13, 4:30 pm, Bayfront Park. Organized by Troika Kollectiv.

NAPOLI, ITALY – Fri Oct 13, 4:30 pm, Piazza Garibaldi, Napoli. Organized by GPI and Centro Culturale Handala Ali.

NGUNNAWAL/CANBERRA, AUSTRALIA – Fri Oct 13, 5:30 pm, Carema Place.

PERTH/BOORLOO, AUSTRALIA – Fri Oct. 13, 5:30 pm, Murray Street Hall, Boorloo/Perth. Organized by Friends of Palestine WA.

PORTLAND, OREGON (US) – Fri Oct 13, 3 pm, 1200-1220 SW 5th Ave, Portland.

PORT RICHEY, FL (US) – Fri Oct 13, 7:30 am, Route 19 and Ridge Road, Port Richey. Sponsored by: Florida Peace Action Network; Partners for Palestine; CADSI

PRETORIA, SOUTH AFRICA – Friday, Oct. 13, 7 pm, UP Main Campus, DSA Building opposite Thuto. Organized by PSC UP.

WITSWATERSRAND UNIVERSITY (SOUTH AFRICA) – Fri Oct 13, 1 pm, Great Hall Piazza, Flag demonstration. Organized by Wits PSC.

Saturday, October 14

ABERDEEN, SCOTLAND – Sat, Oct. 14, 2 pm, St. Nichlas Square. Organized by Scottish PSC.

AUCKLAND, NEW ZEALAND – Sat Oct 14, 2 pm, Aotea Square, Queens St, 291-2997 Queen St. Organized by PSN Aotearoa.

DETROIT/DEARBORN, MICHIGAN (US) – Sat Oct 14, 2 pm, Ford Woods Park, 5700 Greenfield Road. Organized by SAFE, PYM, SJP, Handala Coalition, more.

DUNDEE, SCOTLAND – Sat, Oct. 14, 2 pm, Place TBA. Organized by Scottish PSC.

EDINBURGH, SCOTLAND – Sat, Oct 14, 2 pm, Princes Street at Foot of the Mound. Organized by Scottish PSC.

FRANKFURT, GERMANY – Sat Oct 14, 3 pm Hauptwache, Frankfurt am Main. Sponsored by Palestina eV, Migrantifa Rhein-Main and more.

GLASGOW, SCOTLAND – Sat. Oct 14, 2 pm, Buchanan Steps. Organized by Scottish PSC.

HOUSTON, TEXAS (US) – Sat Oct 14, 2 pm, City Hall, 901 Bagby St. Organizd by PYM, PAC, USPCN, SJP and more.

LIVERPOOL, ENGLAND – Sat Oc 14, 12 pm, Church St. Organized by FRFI.

LONDON, ENGLAND – Sat Oct 14, 12 pm, BBC Portland Place, London. Organized by a broad coalition.

MILANO, ITALY – Sat. Oct 14, 3:30 pm, Piazza San Babila. Organized by Young Palestinians of Italy, UDAP, Palestinian Community, Association of Palestinians.

ORLANDO, FLORIDA – Sat Oct 14, 3 pm, Lake Eola at Robinson and Eola, Orland. Organized by Florida Palestine Network.

TORINO, ITALY – Sat. Oct. 14, 3 pm, Piazza Crispi. Organized by Progetto Palestina.

VALPARAISO, CHILE – Sat Oct 14, 6 pm, Plaza Victoria, Valparaiso. Organized by Comite Chileno de Solidaridad con Palestina.

WASHINGTON, DC (US) – Sat Oct 14, 1 pm, Lafayette Square. Organized by AMP.

Sunday, October 15

AMSTERDAM, NETHERLANDS – Sun Oct 15, 2 pm, March from Dam Square to Jonas Daniel Meijer plein.

NAARM/MELBOURNE, AUSTRALIA – Sun Oct 15, State Library Victoria.

TARDANYA/ADELAIDE, AUSTRALIA – Sun Oct 15, 2 pm, Parliament House.

AUSTIN, TEXAS (US) – Sun Oct 15, 3 pm, Texas Capitol. Organized by PSC ATX.

GADIGAL/SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA – Sun Oct 15, 1 pm, Sydney Town Hall.

SANTIAGO, CHILE -Sun Oct 15, 11 am, Plaza Dignidad, Santiago. Organized by Comite Chileno de Solidaridad con Palestina.

[humanjarvis]

the world when you're with me

synopsis: you seek out sylus for comfort after realizing you were wrong about him.

tags: comfort, fluff, implied avoidant!reader learns to trust sylus, implied avoidant!reader clings to sylus, sylus takes care of reader from afar, sylus has mephisto and the twins follow reader but wbk pairing: sylus x reader, reader is mostly mc word count: 802

a/n: is this the peak of literature? no. did i need to write it after the day i had? yes. did i need to post it today? no, because i’m trying to stagger my posts more, but here we are. anyway 4k caleb pwp coming tomorrow 

For the first few weeks after you’d infiltrated the N109 Zone, you’d avoided Sylus Qin like the plague. 

After being scared out of your wits by the first version of him you'd met—the cold, unavailable criminal mastermind who’d forced you to shoot him within 5 minutes of knowing one other—you were unashamedly wary of working with him again. 

But Sylus’s intel was unrivaled. More and more often, you found yourself visiting the N109 Zone to meet with him, eventually not even bothering to book a place to stay. There was always a guest room at the Onychinus base prepped for your arrival.

As you spent more time with Sylus, he’d noticeably changed his approach to interacting with you. Rather than forcing you to resonate with him, he’d explained to you how his Evol worked, letting you aim his hands at some training dummies to test it out yourself. Instead of unceremoniously shutting you out when he was tired, he’d drag his robe-and-slippers-clad self to sit beside you on the sofa, answering your cautious questions by practically giving away all his secrets. 

His shift in attitude hadn't stopped there. Sylus had clearly been using that endearingly incorrigible crow to keep tabs on you, but for the strangest reasons. 

Whenever you had a bad day at work, some building-wide maintenance emergency would magically appear, forcing your team to cease operations for the rest of the day. He’d text you a couple hours after your early dismissal, saying he was in the city and inviting you on an evening joyride to clear your head.  

The day after you’d lugged a case of water up the stairs to your apartment, having to pause a couple times to catch your breath, you came home to see your fridge mysteriously stocked with groceries. The only traces left behind were the masked twin figures you spotted scurrying away from your window. 

When a new phone showed up at your doorstep one day—you never even told him you’d shattered your screen, you thought—you’d decided that Sylus wasn’t as bad as you’d once assumed. Not anywhere near as bad, in fact. He was thoughtful, generous, and helped you without taking credit or forcing you to ask for it. You’d never had that before.

Which is why, somehow, you find yourself standing in the doorway of his armory, studying him silently as he polishes an antique-looking gun.

When he notices you, Sylus looks up, raising a delicately arched eyebrow. “Something wrong, kitten?” he drawls, subtly checking your body for injuries. 

Mind numb from your absolutely dreadful day, you stay silent while Sylus looks at you expectantly, his hands forgetting their earlier task. 

But for the next minute, you remain hovering in the doorway. You expect him to get annoyed—you almost want him to, so you have an excuse to go back to relying only on yourself—but all you see on Sylus’s face is patience.

When you start shuffling toward him, that patience mixes with a glimmer of anticipation that he visibly tries to suppress. You need him to be calm right now—an anchor, he thinks. If he loses his composure, if he startles you with his excitement at your approach, you might bolt at any moment. 

Sometime during his inner struggle, you reach him. Meekly, you stand before his chair, briefly opening your mouth before closing it. 

“What is it, sweetie?” he asks softly. “Tell me, and we can figure it out together. I’ll personally track down whoever seems to have stolen your words from you.”

At his offer, you break, collapsing into his lap. His large, warm hands immediately encircle your waist, and you bury your face into his neck, inhaling his leather and spice cologne. 

“Aw,” he coos in his baritone voice, rocking you slowly in his embrace. When he lifts your head an inch, you resist, letting out a soft whine. Gently, he guides your head back to his chest, his quickening heartbeat thumping in your ears and grounding you in the the moment. 

After several moments of silence, your deep, shuddering breaths the only interruptions, Sylus murmurs into your ear. “When I noticed you never ask for help, I was worried the world may not be treating as well as it should. You must be very tired, hmm?” he asks, rubbing his chin against your hair. 

Tightening your arms around him, you sit there for a while, his steady breaths seeming to mend a decades-long rift in your heart.

The next time Sylus tries to lift your head, you let him. He pulls your face from his neck so he can look into your eyes, hoping his gaze conveys his sincerity, before pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. 

“You don’t need the world when you’re with me,” he promises. “I’ll treat you better than it ever could.”