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LADS Sylus: Make It Worth It | NSFW

Oh gods, I finally finished editing this. I hate editing things. It's the worst. It's needed though. Hope y'all enjoy this pegging fic!

❧ Pairings: Sylus x Reader ❧ Warnings: Pegging, Teasing, Bottom Sylus, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Large Dildos, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Cum Eating, Spitting in Mouth, Almost Caught Sex, Semi-Public, Enthusiastic Consent, Established Relationships, Fake Cum, Fake Creampie, Slight Breeding Kink (If you squint, but it's mentioned once or twice in a joking fashion), Men Whining, Slight Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Fellatio, Mentions of Face Sitting, Dominant Reader, AFAB Reader, Use of "Slut" and "Whore" for describing Sylus ❧ Synopsis: You decided you wanted to top your beloved boyfriend, so you corner him in his office. Surprisingly...he's down for it. ❧ Word Count: 8.3k

Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for “Love and Deepspace”. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+.

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Sylus

Make It Worth It

One thing you knew about Sylus was the fact that subtle actions went unnoticed…in a sense. He would notice them, sure, but he wouldn’t entertain them unless it was to tease you. He once said that closed mouths don’t get fed when you don’t want to tell him exactly what you want. It took a lot of time in your relationship to finally get to the point where you could be completely straightforward with the man. A lot of reassurance from him went a long way in getting you to be honest.

It led to the now. You wanted to try something, and there was really only one way to ask. So you made your way down the halls of the Onychinus base on a mission, a duffel bag held close to your body. Luke and Keiran had passed you by, attempting to ask you what you were planning, but you had been dismissive to them as you didn’t want your grand plans to be hindered by second-guessing yourself. You swung open the doors to his office and saw him sitting at his desk, his laptop up in one corner and several papers scattered about in the other. He was in more casual clothes today due to a lack of meetings, opting for his black sweater and gray jeans.

“Welcome in, kitten,” he didn’t even look up, instead waiting for you to approach him. With a couple of long strides, you found yourself closing his laptop to put it off to the side and then slamming the duffel bag down in front of him. He blinked a few times, looking between the bag and then back to you; his eyebrow rose in question, “And what have you brought with you today?”

It wasn’t like it was uncommon for this to happen, interrupting his work for one of your whims. Sylus was caught more off guard when you brought something with you this time.

“Remember how you always tell me if I want something, all I gotta do is ask?” you began, speaking a bit quicker than usual. He hummed, confirming your words, “And also, how you said I should be exploring more of my own personality now that there isn’t anything holding me back?” he nodded again.

“I do recall saying that, yes.” He settled on it as he waited patiently for your next move. Sylus was good at reading you, and he could tell right away that you were nervous and excited about whatever it was you had planned. He chuckled when you pushed his desk chair back just enough to toss one leg over his thigh. Both your legs were caging his own in his seating position, and you put your hands onto the armrests of the chair as you leaned down slightly to get into the man’s personal bubble.

Sylus looked fully entertained with the current position as you mulled through your head exactly how you wanted to state this. It had to be elegant. Had to be smart. There were only so many ways you could state the question, though. Perhaps if you just didn’t think and said the first thing on your mind it would work out better.

“I want to top you.” It wasn’t as elegant or smart as you’d hope, but Sylus liked it when you were straightforward and blunt. Your question didn’t seem to catch him off guard in the slightest as he leaned back in the chair to look you over, smirking.

“Did you really come all the way to my office so that you could ask me this?” his tone came out teasing as your antics clearly entertained him. If there was one thing Sylus could always count on, it was you making his day more interesting, “What? Couldn’t wait till later when we were going to bed? Or were you that desperate to…top me…that you had to interrupt my work?” oh now he was being the usual little shit you were so used to. He chuckled at the pout he saw on your lips as you tried shooting him a glare.

“Actually, I couldn’t wait. I wanted to fuck you right now, but you’re working, so I came all the way here.” Your words only made him chuckle more as he placed his hands on your waist, intent on dragging you properly into his lap. Maybe grind up into you so you could feel just how interested he was in your current…proposition. You almost locked your legs so he couldn’t drag you down, not unless he was really dedicated to the cause.

“Will you be able to handle it, sweetie?” he asked with a tilt of his head. As you expected, his attempt to pull you down didn’t work when he wasn’t trying, “While I am willing, I will say if you plan on having me be submissive for you, I’ll only go along if you make it worth my time.” Instead of tugging you down again, he opted to just squeeze your hips and make you squirm for a moment.

You grabbed his chin between your fingers and dragged him to look up at you. He still had that knowing smirk plastered on his face, the one that you just knew meant you were going to have to actually put in the effort if you wanted to dominate him, “Are you saying I’d be incapable of topping you, pretty boy?” your voice dropped a little bit as you looked down at him.

“I think you can do it, but I’m not sure how well you’ll do your first time around. I’m always here to let you try new things.” As long as you could actually make him submit to you was left unsaid but heavily implied.

“Honestly, I’m more worried about you,” you said, trailing off to look behind you at the duffel bag, “I got a few items to use today.” Sylus’ eyes didn’t go to look at the bag. Instead, he used the opportunity of your distraction to drag you onto his lap and elicit a gasp from you. Both your thighs were now on either side of his legs, and you widened your eyes in surprise before narrowing them. You hit his chest, about to say something, when you felt his hips roll into your own.

You fought back the groan, noticing that he was already hard, “So what did you grab?” he murmured, happy to have you on him. The weight of your body on his own was always nice; it was one of the reasons he enjoyed having you ride him. Grabbing at your hips to control the pace, sometimes using his evol so his hands could explore your body or even letting you fully take over while he sat back and enjoyed.

“Bring the bag over here, and I can show you.” Maybe if you had been standing, you would’ve grabbed it, but since he was deciding to play this game, he could do it now. He rolled his eyes, knowing what you were implying.

The number of times you had convinced him to use his evol to grab you something was, quite honestly, a bit entertaining. He still always went along with it, of course, having a hard time denying you really anything. Even the twins commented when they watched Sylus grab you something, saying that the man was whipped.

You could see the familiar red energy gathering and heard the shuffle of the bag as it came over and was placed on top of both of your laps. Your hand went to the zipper, slowly undoing it as you adjusted yourself on his lap, purposefully grinding on the man. He didn’t make a noise at your teasing, but you could feel how his cock twitched from underneath your ass now.

Your hands reached in, and you found yourself pulling out two very large toys. They were both red and unique in their design. The first one had a red and orange design, with a thick head that led to an even thicker base and heavy texture all over it. The second one was only slightly smaller, but the head was tapered, and it had thick bumps over the body. That one was colored a darker red with a black gradient at the base.

They were both marketed as demon dildos, found off one of your favorite toy sites. You had gotten them both in a medium as well, thinking maybe the large would be a bit much. They were already huge at their current size, the smaller of the two being seven inches with a girth you could barely wrap your hand around.

Sylus looked at the items in your hands, realizing when you said you wanted to fuck him, you really meant it. “You want to peg me?” he finally got out. Now this…this was a bit of a shock to him. He managed to play it off as more neutral, not letting you see just how thrown off he was.

He had expected a lot of things from you, but pegging wasn’t one of them. Not that he’d turn it down, oh no. In fact, he found himself rather intrigued by the entire thing. Hell, even his body reacted with a blooming heat in his stomach as he thought about what it would feel like to be filled up with his partner.

“You did tell me you’d be willing to try anything at least once.” You reminded him of a conversation you had months ago when discussing bedroom activities. You watched Sylus’ hand go over to the tubes connected to the toys, playing with the object as he spun it in his fingers.

“Kitten, what are these tubes for?” he asked, and you smirked. You took a syringe as well as a rather large bottle of lube that was white and, from what you had seen, very slick and sticky. When you tried it out to see the texture, it stuck to your fingers in a rather stringy fashion, and it looked just like cum.

“That, Sy, is so I can breed you,” you stated as a matter of fact, “The syringe will even warm up the lube just slightly above the normal body temperature so you can feel it…you’re welcome.” Honestly, you had been pretty damn proud of this one. It had been expensive, but it wasn’t like you were spending your own money. Sylus was always insistent that you use his card if you plan to splurge on anything. Sure, he probably hadn’t anticipated it would be used to buy giant demon dicks with cum tubes to peg him with, but that was how life worked out sometimes.

“You want to…breed me?” he was still managing to remain calm and collected over the entire ordeal, but even he didn’t know how to respond to this. Not that he needed to; his dick underneath you had twitched at your statement and was clearly interested in the prospect, “Darling, you know that’s impossible, right?”

“See, you say impossible; I say we should try it out and see. Maybe a few times. Like a couple of creampies every day can’t hurt, right?” you chuckled, and he closed his eyes and shook his head. Of course, you’d go with something like this; he could never put it past you to come up with insane ideas. Sylus had tried many things with you in bed, but letting you fill him up with fake cum was a new one. Not to mention that the syringe looked huge, and he was certain you didn’t plan on just filling it up a little bit.

“Of course, how careless of me to not even let you try,” he said as he went to take one of the toys from your hand. He grabbed the red and black one with the tapered head, “I assume I’m given a choice between these two?” he gave it an experimental squeeze.

“You would be correct!” honestly, you had expected him to go with the smaller option, but a small part of you really wanted him to go with the larger size so you could watch him squirm as he took the blunt head into him. Maybe next time, you’d be railing him with the big one.

“This one.” He said, squeezing the silicone toy again. The firmness wasn’t too soft and wasn’t too hard. It reminded you just a bit of a soft dick, honestly, only being slightly firmer, so it could actually go inside of someone. “Perhaps if you’re any good at this, we can try the other one another time. I’ll admit, I’ve never…” inserted something into his ass like this? Probably not a shocker.

You didn’t know how many partners Sylus had in the past or if you were the only one. Honestly, it was a question you never bothered to ask, judging by how you knew you were the only one in his life currently, which was all you cared about. The man was an enigma, but you were certain if he had been with others, he was always on top. He had an imposing height and a muscular build, not to mention the aura about him just screamed dominant most of the time.

There had been many times people were shocked when they found him obediently listening to you. He would do his own thing, sure, but when it came to you, he was listening and doing what he was told. In bed, it was the same thing; he could be dominant and flip you over to absolutely demolish you, sure, but other times, you’d see a more submissive side.

The entire reason you had this idea was due to last week when you decided to try and choke him. He had come instantly and had whined about it. It was probably the hottest thing he had ever done, and you wanted to make him completely bottom for you. The best part about the situation is he didn’t seem embarrassed by it; rather, he was aroused and encouraging you to continue riding him that night, needing more of you.

“Are you certain you didn’t want to try riding one of these toys instead?” his voice cut off your inner ramblings, and you looked up at him in confusion. The tip of his finger was playing with the head of the other dildo in your hand. You looked at the large item and shook your head.

“If I want a dick,” you said as you placed the toy back into the bag. Your hand then went down to begin working Sylus’ pants off, “I have a warm one right here. Plus, this one moves inside of me.” You commented with a chuckle, unzipping him so you could lay your hand over the bulge in his underwear. His dick was always warm and so responsive, not to mention he was huge. He was probably about the size of the dick you’d be fucking him with today.

“Noted,” Sylus said, taking in a shaky breath when he felt how your hand cupped him through his pants, playing with his cock. There was already a wet spot right where the tip was that you were playing with your finger. You tossed the bag onto the ground as you began fishing out his dick from his underwear to grab it properly and give it a few lazy strokes. “However,” his hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you away.

You didn’t even see him put the other toy onto the desk, most likely using his evol, so he had a free hand. He was now grabbing your chin as he dragged you closer so his lips were almost pressing into your own, “If you fail to meet my expectations, then,” the hand grabbing your wrist left, and he used his evol again to grab the other, larger toy, “I get to put this in you.”

That toy was definitely larger than his own dick, and the head itself away about the same size as the shaft. You looked between him and the large toy, “Um, there’s no way that’s going to fit inside of me.” Not without it burning and causing you to limp afterward. Shockingly, you didn’t feel like destroying yourself today.

“Yet you wanted to put it inside of me?” he asked with an amused huff.

“Listen, the booty hole is like…different from the coochie. It can fit more into it. You can handle it.” You said the last part of your sentence was in the same tone he always used when he was trying new things on you. Either that or edging you…or bringing you into a state of absolute overstimulation.

Sylus paused for a moment, “Are those really the words we’re going to be using tonight?” he asked, clearly not amused by your childish lingo.

“Cooter. Poop shoot.” You easily supplied, “I can make it worse.” You said cheekily.

“You’re making me get soft…I didn’t even think that was possible with you in my lap.” That got a laugh out of you as you shook your head.

“Fine, your ass is different from my pussy. That make you feel better?” you said, and he smirked before finally dragging you down into a kiss. You groaned against him, your tongue prodding at his mouth as he let you in. He didn’t bother fighting you in the kiss; instead, he let you explore him as you leaned closer, your hands grabbing onto his shirt. You could feel his cock against your stomach, and you shivered. You almost wanted to ride him before you fucked him, but you also didn’t want to tire yourself out just yet. Instead, you parted from his mouth and kissed the corner for a moment.

Now that all the discussion was out of the way, you were getting off his lap and standing up. You held out your hand for him to take, and he happily took it. It always amazed you with how large his hands were, watching as his fingers entwined with your own and practically engulfed you. You loved how sensual it could be when he held it while fucking you, and you shivered as you recalled the other night.

You tugged at him so he’d be standing, and the moment he was on his feet, you easily pivoted him, so he was spun around. You pushed him down onto the desk and watched as he unclasped his hand from your own so he could grip the edge. His ass was halfway on it as he looked down at you in question. “Oh, you wanted to do this today…in here?” he asked, and you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“Why else would I have brought the stuff with me?” you said with a quirk of your brow, “Besides, you’re the one who tells me if I want something, I should just take it. And you’ve also put me on a kitchen counter before and fucked my brains out, so honestly, this is pretty normal for us.” You shrugged.

Besides, there was a thrill of doing things like this where someone could hear you, something that you had picked up long ago that Sylus seemed to like. You were certain that if someone were to actually see you two, he might be a bit mad and hide you from sight, but the thought of it always got him hard.

“I suppose it is.” He said with a shrug. It wasn’t like you guys ever had to worry about someone just barging in. Everyone knew to knock before coming into his office; even the twins wouldn’t dare just waltz in when they knew he was working. They always knocked before so they wouldn’t have to worry about getting yelled at. The only one in the entire base who could just stroll in here at any time was you.

“Well, I’m glad you’re finally starting to take action,” he said as he adjusted himself. “But is this really the best place?” he asked with a small huff. His hand slowly went down the grain of the wood on the desk, taking a quick glance at it then back at you, as if silently asking you if this is really what you were envisioning.

“Oh? Are you telling me it might be uncomfortable for you to be fucked on a random surface?” you said, your tone now mocking. He seemed to have gotten the hint as he shook his head.

“No, I was just thinking maybe you’d like a lower surface so it’ll be easier for you. If this is how you want me, I won’t complain.” The desk was a little high up, but you would be able to get the right angle. It wouldn’t be too hard to fuck him on the desk. Besides, you weren’t opposed to grabbing a step stool if push came go shove. As long as you got to your end goal, you were happy.

Once Sylus had stopped complaining, you began working him out of his pants, pushing them down and kicking them off to the side. Your hands wrapped around his thighs, squeezing them and feeling how the muscles flexed underneath your grasp. He looked good, as per usual, as your hands began to glide over his body. You pushed up his black shirt, hands going underneath to feel his chest. Sylus watched you with interest, allowing your touch to just roam his body and feel his heat.

Then you were back to grabbing his thighs; you walked closer and began pushing him down properly onto the desk, your hands going to scatter papers to be out of the way. Sylus let out a short gasp as he watched, his own body moving to work himself onto the desk, but the man was smirking. He gave you a knowing look as he worked on adjusting himself some, getting comfortable on the hard desk under him.

“You know, some of those papers have million-dollar deals on them.” Sylus pointed out as he watched some of the pieces of parchment fall gracefully onto the ground. You began moving up from the man’s hips until your hand was just barely hovering above his dick. You barely even glanced at the papers, not caring in the slightest as to what was on them. Besides, maybe you just saved a few people from getting screwed over by a bad deal by tossing their things off the desk.

“Crazy how that’s not a me problem.” Besides, the man had made several deals on a daily basis, you felt. So what if some important documents were scattered? It would still be on the floor, and you were certain Sylus was smart enough to figure it out. You had more important worries right now, like getting the man off and then listening to him whine underneath you. Those priorities came before some million dollar deal weapons deal.

With that thought in mind, your hand was now grasping his dick and giving it a few slow pumps. The pre cum was already collected onto the head, and a small amount had dribbled off the tip and down the shaft. Your hand wrapped around the girth as your thumb swiped some of the sticky fluid, “Sweetheart,” Sylus cooed, “As much as I enjoy your hand being here, I thought you wanted to-ah!” you squeezed the base of his cock while glaring up at him.

“We’re getting there, Sy, but I get to decide when you get fucked. Be a good boy for once.” You scoffed and looked around. The items from earlier were still at the edge of the desk, the few things you didn’t scatter due to the fact that you’d be needing them.

“Be a good boy?” Sylus echoed, “And why would I do that? If I recall correctly, you’re seldom good for me.” You grabbed the bottle of lube and popped open the cap. You then turned to shoot him a warning look as you grabbed the syringe from earlier and filled it up with the lube for later. You then poured some onto your hand and spread your fingers, watching the white substance cling to your hand in a web-like formation.

“I just match your energy, is all.” You said with a smirk, “Now lay down fully on your back for me.” You could see the cogs in his head turning as he decided if he was really going to be doing that. You rolled your eyes and, with a clean hand, pushed down on his chest hard until his back was meeting the wood of the desk, “And you call me a brat…” you mutter out. You swore the man called you a brat because he was projecting.

“You are a-.” He was cut off again as you pressed a finger against his entrance. He groaned and bit the inside of his cheek as he looked down, trying to get a view of what you were doing. Honestly, you were a little surprised with how easily your finger slipped inside of him, pressing into the warmth that was his ass.

Your eyes were wide as you slowly took it out and then pressed back in. Sylus wasn’t making too much noise; hell, he wasn’t even squirming. He seemed more transfixed on the fact that you were inside of him rather than the actual feeling of it. He was so warm on the inside, for for a split second, you were almost mad you didn’t have an actual dick. You think if you did, you could die from how good he would feel inside. You were certain they had some evol sex toys that would let you feel it, so perhaps some day you’d invest his money into some.

You were even able to slip a second finger into him with relative ease, and in the back of your head, you were wondering if he was lying about never doing this. Then again, Sylus never lied to you. If he didn’t want to tell you something, he’d either change the topic or tease you, but he never lied to your face. “Sy, have you ever…?” you asked as you curled your fingers up to try and find his prostate; you knew the general area that it should be in.

Sylus let out an airy laugh, “No, kitten; I just know how to relax.” He stated, and then it was followed by a loud groan as your fingers apparently found what they were looking for. You smirked as you began curling your fingers into that spot every time you pushed your digits back into him. It felt different, like a small bulge in him, the bundle of nerves being like an instant pleasure button that you were happy to have found.

“You sure that’s it, and it’s not because you’re a little slut for me, Sy?” he gasped at being called that, his eyes narrowing, but you could see the subtle turn of his lips as he tried not to smirk.

“You sure are something,” Sylus murmured, but the way his cock had twitched made you hide your own laugh. His dick was now drooling onto his stomach as you grasped it with your free hand and began pumping his cock in time with how you fingered him. He was squirming and groaning as he rolled his hips up into your hand, wanting more as he was now starting to feel good. The fingers alone were okay, the prostate was amazing, but now that you were also pumping his cock with your hand?

“D-did you -mhn- plan on having me cum like this, or on your cock, sweetie?” his voice wasn’t wrecked yet, but he was at the point where he was moaning in the middle of his sentences. It was different from usual, normally he managed to keep his voice fairly steady while speaking in the middle of fucking you. This more submissive side of him was going to drive you absolutely wild.

“You close already? I can feel your cock pulsing in my hand, and you’re already making a mess of yourself. Quicker than I thought, you must like having your ass played with.” You teased, your fingers scissoring into him as you attempted to get him stretched out for your strap. “You’re so wet, Sy, what a whore.”

Sylus let out another groan, feeling like he was already on the edge, “D-didn’t answer my question, sweetie.” He said, holding himself back now. The names you were throwing at him was driving him absolutely wild right now. Your pace got faster, your hand easily pumping his dick with the slick he had produced to help you along with the glide. He let out another gasp as he squeezed his eyes shut for a second.

“I’ve seen your stamina, babes; you can go for a few rounds.” You commented, and after he was essentially told it was fine, his cum began coating your hand as you pumped him, some landing on his abs and dribbling down to his hips. He let out a few grunts, rocking his hips into your hand. You could feel the way his ass tightened around your fingers, practically trying to suck them in further as you worked him through it. There was an involuntary shudder that went down your spine at the sensation as you bit on your lower lip to hide your own groan.

He was always so pretty when he came, how his mouth hung open in a moan, his eyelashes fluttering, and his eyes almost rolled to the back of his head. He was arching off the desk as he came, and after a few moments, he began relaxing again, the aftershock wracking through him. He was panting subtly, and as you took your hand off his dick and placed it over his chest, you could feel how his heart was jackhammering as if trying to escape from his own chest. His pulse was always high, but in moments like this it was almost concerning.

“Such a good boy…” you murmured as you brought your hand up to your face. You licked up his release, groaning at the salty, bitter taste of it. You could see his dick twitching as he watched you clean up his cum, and you stuck your tongue out to show him the milky fluid in your mouth before you closed and swallowed it down. He always loved it when you swallowed his release, and while you weren’t sure as to why, you were more than happy to indulge him if it had him moaning just from the sight.

Your hands went back down to his thighs, squeezing them as you admired his form. He had dorito-shaped proportions, something you had once teased him about, but damn if you didn’t love it. His chest was honestly perfect for laying on with how wide it was, and you wished you could see him in a corset to accentuate his waist.

You were tempted to take off his shirt so you could stare at his tits for a while as you fucked him, but instead, you opted to just push it all the way up to his chin. Your fingers went along his nipples, ghosting over them until you decided to quickly pinch at the perky buds.

Sylus groaned from underneath you and glared, “If you plan on fucking me, I’d hurry up before I change my mind and make a mess out of you instead.” Sylus said after noticing how you were currently content with just teasing him.

“So impatient,” you cooed and began working your own pants off now, “Didn’t realize how needy you’d be; guess you couldn’t wait for my cock, huh pretty bird?” you shucked off your pants and kicked them aside, revealing a nice harness underneath. The black leather looked good against you as it squeezed at your hips and thighs, letting some of the skin there bulge out. The sides even had two little red gems on top of the buckles.

It was clearly to Sylus’ liking as he placed his hand over your hip, tracing over the straps of the harness. His finger grazed over the red gem on the side before giving the leather strap a small tug, testing to see how tight it would be on you. After he was satisfied that it fit correctly, his hand went to your thigh and squeezed it gently before letting go of you.

You took the dildo from the side of the desk and undid the harness enough to slip it behind. Thankfully, you had practiced this part, grabbing the silicone toy and squeezing it through the metal o-ring until just the base was pressed against your pubic mound. You adjusted the straps again, making sure they were nice and tight around you and not able to move when you began fucking him.

“Kitten, I think if anyone is desperate, it’s you.” He said as you grabbed the lube and began slathering it all over the dildo. Your hand jerking it off and as you stood, looming over him, Sylus’ mind started going blank. He didn’t think it was possible to find you even sexier than he normally saw you, but seeing you with a strap and happily jerking it was doing things to him. His dick practically jumped when your hands grabbed at his thighs, the fake cock falling on top of his own as you leaned over. The hand you had used to jerk the fake dick off while coating it with lube now smeared onto his skin, causing a small shiver to escape him.

“Kitten? Me?” you said, pushing his legs up so they’d be bent at the knee, “You’re the one who’s going to be purring.” You joked as you adjusted yourself between his parted legs. Sylus groaned, then looked off to the side. He could see the tube that jutted out from the side of the dildo base, the syringe right next to you on the desk, and completely filled with the sticky, white cum lube that apparently was now warmed.

“You’re serious about using that?” he finally got out, noticing how your fingers were splaying over his legs. You leaned over to one, kissing his calf and looking down at him. Sylus honestly wasn’t sure how he felt about it. He was both intrigued by it, but also just hesitant if he’d like the feeling. Hell, would he even be able to feel it? You had really set out to make him the most submissive he’s ever been.

“Of course, I wanna watch my cum dribble out of your cute hole, Sy,” he groaned at your open honesty. He wasn’t used to being spoken to like this, and honestly, he didn’t think you had it in you, but at this rate, he was almost tempted to bottom for you more often just to hear those filthy words leaving your mouth. Still, he wasn’t about to just back down from the challenge as he watched you take one hand to grasp your fake cock and line it against his entrance.

“You have ten minutes to convince me this is a good idea,” Sylus stated as you were now pushing the very tip right past the tight ring of muscle.

“Or what?” you asked, watching as the head was now inside of him. You heard him gasp at the intrusion, the item larger than your fingers, and stretching him out, “You were the one who came earlier from me fingering you. I’m pretty sure you like this. Besides, with an ass like yours, it’s practically begging to be played with.”

Sylus bit back another groan as he watched you adjust his legs now that you were somewhat nestled inside of him. You were placing his legs around your hips right now, letting him wrap them around you, “If you can’t make me cum just from this in ten minutes, you’re taking it out of me so I can pin you to the desk.” He said, and you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, so you want me to milk your prostate is what you’re saying?” you were pushing more of the demon cock into him, watching as he gasped from the feeling of it filling him up, “Baby boy, I fully plan on taking away your ability to walk straight.” You said as you finally bottomed out. You looked up at his face, noticing how his jaw was currently clenched and his eyes were closed. He was taking deep breaths as he willed himself to get used to the feeling of you inside of him.

Your hands smoothed over his hips as you felt his legs dragging you closer, his ankles locking behind you. One of his hands was now above his head, grasping the edge of the desk, and his other was reaching up to tug on the edge of your shirt as if attempting to drag you down.

You gave a small, experimental roll of your hips into him, and he groaned, arching his back up as he watched you through lidded eyes. You made the motion again, and this time, his mouth hung open as he panted slightly, his exposed chest heaving with labored breathing, “You seem to be enjoying this already.” You comment, your hold on his hips tightened as you properly began drawing out the dildo.

“I a-adore your voice, ah, but please shut up and f-ah!” the moan was punched out of him as you slammed the cock back inside of him. You didn’t bother waiting for him to try and speak again as you began properly thrusting into him, feeling how his grasp on your shirt got tighter and his eyebrows pinched together as he focused on the feeling of you inside of him.

The man had never felt full like this, and honestly, he liked the feeling. He briefly wondered if this is what you felt like, every time he fucked you on his own length. That thought had him gasping, as well as how you began angling your hips to thrust upwards into the area you knew his prostate was. The motioned earned a muffled keen from him as he chewed on his body lip and made a solid attempt to not show you how much he was enjoying this.

“Shit, Sy,” you groaned out, already feeling a little breathless, “You’re so fucking wet. Look at how your dick is drooling all over you. Such a messy boy.” You groaned, noticing how his pre cum was now mixing with his earlier release on his abs. His dick bounced every time you thrust back into his tight hole, and you could see how his tits were jiggling along with your movements. He looked so good like this, and you were reminded how you always stared at his chest when he worked out. You had to do this more often just to watch them bounce like this.

Sylus couldn’t even get out a response as you found a consistent angle to graze his prostate as your movements got harsher. It wasn’t hard to figure out that he liked it when you were rougher with him, letting out pretty moans the moment your thrusts got to the point bordering on painful. His grip at the end of his desk tightened, and you could hear the slightest splintering of wood underneath him as he literally began breaking that part of the desk. As much as you’d love to comment on it, he was dragging your body down and pressing his mouth against yours now.

He was moaning into the kiss, a high pitch keen leaving him as your pace didn’t falter. It was sloppy, his tongue desperately seeking out your mouth as you drank in all of his little noises. You could tell he was close, his legs managing to drag you in even closer as the wet smacking noises from your kiss and the fake cock pounding into his ass echoed in the room. Your hand went to find the syringe, fully planning on filling him up.

Right as you were about to press the object, there was a sudden knock on the door. Whoever it was clearly either being dense or somehow deaf if they couldn’t figure out what the noises inside were. Your pace paused for a moment, and Sylus let out a whine before his eyes widened as you both turned to the door, where someone’s knuckles hit as they knocked again.

“Boss?” It sounded like Keiran, “Luke and I,” Keiran began speaking, but the moment you knew it was him, you began thrusting back into Sylus. This time, your boyfriend took his hand off your shirt and slapped it over his mouth, trying to muffle the lewd moans escaping him. You weren’t even bothering to listen to what Keiran had to say, instead working on making it known what you were doing to his boss. Sylus’ attempt to muffle his noises didn’t help, not with how close he already was.

“Sy, Keiran needs you. Why don’t you let him know you’re busy? Don’t want him trying to barge in if you don’t say something.” You chuckled, your hand splaying over his pubic area. You weren’t about to play with his cock just yet, instead waiting for the right moment. Sylus shot a glare at you but slowly removed his hand from his mouth, his small whimpers filling the room as you fucked his needy hole. For a second you weren’t sure he could even speak, not with how when he opened his mouth a loud groan escaped it.

“I-I’m mhm fuck b-busy!” he managed to cry out, which was followed by an absolutely pornographic moan. It was silent on the other side of the door, and then you suddenly heard footsteps leading away from the door. Keiran processed exactly what he was hearing. You chuckled as your hands left the man’s hips, deciding the way his legs locked around you would give you enough leverage in your thrusting.

You grabbed his cock in one hand, thrusting it at the same pace as your hips. He keened from the touch, and you felt how his cock was throbbing in your grasp, already about to cum once again. Your other hand found the syringe next to you, and you finally pressed down on it.

Sylus cried out, feeling the warmth filling him up and dribbling out of his hole. Your eyes focused down at his entrance, where you watched the white lube dribble onto the desk. Then he tried speaking, his voice coming out cracked as he attempted to warn you, but it was too late. His cock shot out cum, harder than you had ever seen it. The cum shot managed to reach his chest and even a bit on his chin. He was whining as you worked him through it, the white liquids mixing with his body and getting on your hand.

His legs kept you close as he locked you into place around his body, his hips trying to thrust as he squirmed underneath you. You had never seen Sylus so wrecked and needy during your entire time together, and it was a treat. Seeing how red his face was, how his chest heaved with every shaky breath. His tongue was almost falling out of his mouth as he arched into you, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.

Then he found himself slowly coming down from his high, his body relaxing back onto the desk and becoming completely lax. You grabbed his hips, enjoying how he was finally relaxed and content, his unfocused, lidded eyes looking at you. For once, his eyebrows didn’t have a furrow; it reminded you of when he was asleep for a moment as he tried to come back down to earth. Sylus couldn’t recall if he had ever cum that hard in his life; the only thing on his mind was how good that all felt and how he had to do it again one day. Hell, maybe even do it again later today if he could ever get his brain back into his head.

“Well, did I make it worth your time?” You asked after it looked like he’d be able to hear you again. He groaned, squirming a little bit underneath you, as you wiped your cum coated hand on his hip to clean it off. He tried shooting you a small glare at the gesture, but he realized it was only making you smirk.

“I-I guess we could do that again…” Sylus finally got out and began relaxing his legs. He unlocked his ankles and let them fall to the side, his thighs squishing up against the desk as he relaxed his grip on the now splintered edge of the desk. He’d have to buy a new desk at some point, or maybe he’d leave it there as a reminder of what transpired today. He didn’t feel like making decisions right now, though.

Your hands went to the shirt that was still bunched up around his chest as you worked it off him, Sylus only helping slightly as you removed the piece of clothing and tossed it to the side. It had some cum on it now, so you doubted he’d want to wear it out of here. You knew the man kept spare clothes in his office after one particular incident where you both ruined his clothes after you decided to rip them off him in a desperate attempt to get to him.

You leaned forward, pressing small kisses along his neck and watching him shuffle underneath you, a small sigh escaping him, “We can do this again, cutie?” you asked as you finally began taking out the strap once you were standing back up. You had to hold back a groan when you watched the cum lube dribble out of his ass now that there was nothing to plug it up anymore. Your fingers went down, scooping some up and fingering it back into him. Sylus gasped at the intrusion, looking down at your hands as he realized just how sensitive he was at the moment, but he still managed to nod and answer your question.

“Glad you’re down to do this again, though, it would be a shame if we never got to use the other dildo on you.” You murmured, noticing how much of his cum was now on his body. You honestly hadn’t expected it to shoot up that far, and you wondered if he even could tell there was some cum on his chin and neck.

“A true shame…” his tone was almost mocking but soon turned to a moan when he felt your mouth on his thighs. He looked down, noticing how you leaned over to lick at some of the sweat collected on his inner thighs.

“W-what are you…” he muttered when he felt how you were licking at some of the cum that you had smeared onto him. You watched as his abs tightened, and his cock seemed to twitch with renewed interest in the sensation. Your mouth trailed over until your tongue came out to lick a thick strip up his shaft, and he groaned when you collected the cum that had gotten there. You then moved to his abs, and he let out a whimper.

“W-wait, don’t,” he murmured as he realized just how hard he was getting again. Not that he minded completely; it wasn’t uncommon for you guys to go a few rounds together. He was just so sensitive right now that he couldn’t mask the whine that escaped him.

“Don’t what?” you asked, loving his reactions, “Do this?” you took the head of his dick and popped it into your mouth, giving it a harsh suck. He keened at the feeling as you let it fall out of your mouth. Your tongue began exploring again, licking at his pubic mound and then up to his chest, collecting his release as you went. Your mouth sucked again when you got to his throat, leaving a small mark right on his Adam’s apple.

You heard a thunk as his head hit the back of the desk, and he let out a wanton moan, loving the warm and wet sensation as you peppered a few more kisses here and there. Finally, you were moving to lick the release on his chin before you grabbed at it, forcing his mouth open and spitting into it. He groaned when he could taste the bitterness of his cum, but he still swallowed what you had given him.

“We should get you cleaned up properly.” You muttered and were about to stand back up when you felt his hand on the back of your neck. He dragged you back down for a kiss, and you groaned into it, feeling how his tongue played with your own as he kissed you. He was still panting, and you adored how even his kiss was a bit unfocused and tired. When you parted, you wiped off a bit of saliva from his glossy, kiss-swollen lips.

“Just hand me my pants,” he murmured, “You said I had stamina, and you haven’t gotten to cum yet…although we should probably move this to the bedroom.” He said, realizing if you guys continued in here, then his desk might actually break from your enthusiasm.

“Fine…but I’m still in charge,” you said with a smirk, “And your face would probably make an amazing seat today.” You were already getting back up and working on the strap out of your harness. You tossed it to the chair, deciding you guys could clean up tomorrow. You had far more pressing matters to attend to, mainly dealing with how slick you were. Even your inner thighs were coated in it at this point.

“Whatever you want, sweetie. You’re in charge for the rest of the evening.”

[overtake]

9 or 77 for the prompts?

9: a broken cocktail glass

I really have no words to explain what it is that I did here. Just .... prepare for an onslaught of terrible photoshop.

JUNE 1, 2023

Transcript of the important pieces of That Video™️:

[Cutting out all the basic introduction of how an escape room works, but please note that Max is staring the escape room guy down as if he'll disappear if he looks away for a single second.]

DANIEL: You’re allowed as many hints as you’d like, but when you take a photo at the end, we will publicly shame you by writing how many you used on the whiteboard. MAX: Do you come in if we need hints? DANIEL: Normally we tell you over a loudspeaker, but ours is actually broken, so yeah. Just press that button and I’ll come in. MAX: I think we’ll need a lot of hints. LIAM: I think we’re a decently smart group. We can do it without hints.

[Max turned around and kind of glared at Liam??]

MAX: No, I think we’ll need a lot of hints.

[He stared at Daniel VERY intensely. Better men have crumbled beneath that stare. Daniel just laughed and bent over a little and clapped his hands together all giddy? Max met his match fr.]

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[Literally TWO MINUTES into the escape room, Checo found a key that obviously unlocked a chest. Max took the key from him, claimed the key didn’t fit - the camera zoom shows he didn’t even try btw - and put the key in his pocket.]

MAX: I think we need to call Daniel in for help.

[He hit the button before anyone could disagree.]

DANIEL: What’s the problem? MAX: We can’t open the chest.

[Daniel looked REALLY amused. He pointed at Max’s skinny jeans.]

DANIEL: Did you try the key? MAX: What key?

[He covered the pocket of his pants, but not before the camera clearly showed the outline of a key in those skin-tight jeans he always wears. His beloved skinny jeans …. they betrayed him …]

DANIEL: The key in your pocket. MAX: It didn’t work. DANIEL: It usually works better when you actually put the key in the hole. MAX: Put it in the hole. I’ll try that, thank you.

[Daniel rolled his eyes when he left the room, but NOT in a ‘harangued underpaid employee being sexually harassed at work’ way. He was very clearly trying not to smile.]

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[It’s five minutes into this escape room. May I remind you that they have a full hour to complete this thing? Max looked at a broken cocktail glass, which is clearly intentionally broken. It’s only in two pieces. It’s glued down. The edges are completely dull. He still hit the button].

YUKI: Oh my god, Max. MAX: That could be dangerous!

[Daniel entered the room and walked straight over to Max.]

DANIEL: Yes, Max? MAX: There’s broken glass. DANIEL: It’s decor and entirely made of plastic. MAX: I had to be sure. Safety first.

[Daniel started to walk back out of the room.]

DANIEL: I’m counting this in your hint count, by the way. YUKI: Fuck you, Max.

[The swear words are obviously all censored, but we can all tell what the word is when they’re swearing at Max, which happens quite a lot in this video. Max just shrugged at him. Unbothered king.]

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[I cannot make this up - he calls Daniel in one minute later.]

CHECO: There’s numbers circled on this poster. LIAM: There’s five numbers and this lock over here needs five. We just have to figure out the order. YUKI: Max, don’t hit the fucking button.

[Max has already hit the fucking button.]

MAX: What order do these go in?

[Daniel rubbed a hand over his beard while he searched for a way to explain to Max that he can’t just give him the answers.]

DANIEL: Do those numbers maybe relate to something else in the room? For example, those books over there? MAX: I don’t know. We could go look together. LIAM: Sorry, do you two just want the room to yourselves? MAX: Yes.

[Daniel just laughed again. He is absolutely immune to Max’s intense flirtatious weirdness. It’s incredible to watch.]

DANIEL: How about you all take a look and see how you go?

[If you’re wondering, the others do figure it out after eight minutes. You put the books in alphabetical order, and the colour of their cover relates to the colour of the number. This was something actually worthy of a hint, but Yuki physically guarded the button so Max couldn’t hit it].

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[Twenty minutes in. Max is trying and failing to figure out a riddle.]

MAX: I think this must only make sense if you speak English. This game isn’t designed for us. LIAM: Do you want me to look?

[Liam didn’t even finish his sentence before Max hit the button, by the way.]

DANIEL: Having some riddle trouble? MAX: Your game is biased.

[Max started wagging his finger, and Yuki looked like he was contemplating snapping it off. Checo was staring blankly at the corner and seemed to be wishing he were anywhere else.]

DANIEL: Mate, I’m pretty sure you speak better English than me. YUKI: We don’t want the hint. MAX: We want the hint. DANIEL: How about I whisper a hint to Max, and he only gives it to you guys if the rest of you can’t figure it out?

[Max looks absolutely delighted with this turn of events. Daniel cups his hands around his mouth and whispers it into Max’s ear.]

MAX: Sorry, say that again?

[He got away with that two more times, by the way. I actually can’t believe Red Bull left this footage in. Max looked smug as hell.]

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[After four minutes of the group trying and failing to figure out the riddle, they finally give up and ask Max for the hint. I don’t know why they wasted their time. Max hit that fucking button.]

MAX: I forgot the hint. Sorry. DANIEL: I mean, you only heard it three times. How could you remember?

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[When Max hits the button again, 27 minutes in, there are audible sighs from even the cameramen in the room.]

DANIEL: Max, would you just like to sit in the observation room with me give out hints? YUKI: Please! LIAM: Yes, he would.

[There are no words in any language to succinctly or accurately describe the pleased expression on Max’s face. The best comparison I have is a cat rolling in a field of catnip.]

NOTE: There’s no footage of what went down in the room. Red Bull included a little pop-up explaining that the cameraman couldn’t fit in the room with them. I think that room could have been the size of the entire paddock and Max would’ve found an excuse to have just himself and Daniel in there.

[The others ask for a hint at the 48 minute mark. Suddenly, magically, the loudspeaker works. No one has to enter. It’s just Max’s bossy voice telling them what to do, in detail, to solve the room, and Daniel giggling and protesting in the background, saying he can’t tell them that. It sounds like there’s a scuffle for the mic after Max drops approximately six instructions, and then it cuts off.]

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[During the photo of everyone holding the sign at the end, Daniel tries to write a 9 in the “clues used” section. Max keeps erasing it and writing 0 with his own marker, produced from seemingly nowhere. Eventually, everyone takes a photo without the sign and they let Max and Daniel continue their little play fight in the corner.]

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[Post-escape interviews. They all seem to be in a van on the way back from this adventure. Max is giddy and giggling.]

MAX: That was a lot of fun. I think it went well. I was very good at giving clues. I think I found my job for after retirement. YUKI: It was good when Max left. LIAM: To be fair, mate, we would have lost if Max didn’t give us all the answers at the end. YUKI: I was figuring it out!

[The camera captures Checo for only a second. He’s staring longingly out the window... probably contemplating jumping out of the moving vehicle.]

TLDR: Max is definitely fucking this escape room guy and if Red Bull never does a repeat of this video, I’m joining Max’s agenda against marketing activities.

AUG 5, 2024

[mollyolikeme]

Thoughts as I read TSC: A Stream of Conciousness Part Two!

Filthy Spoils!

classic kevin.

LOL keep saying i see how much you bench as if thats an indicator of someones ability to kickass

HA! i always forget about the sixteen hour days shit, i cannot, i find it too fucking funny it's fucking impossible. mfs would be DECEASED. like DEAD.

they are so hardcore this fantastical has me CACKLING every time

like a ken doll!

BLONDE.

ill advised thoughts....

uh oh jean, your crazy is showing.

goddamn. to hate but need. complicated and absolutely screwed up relationship dynamics are fascinating.

okay, i like to rag on our beloved kevin (because its fun and easy) but like props where props are due. i know we didn't get to see his transition from raven to fox but i honestly think the boy would have handled it a lot better than jean jean morose over here. boy isssssss messed up.

foreshadowwwwww SWIM SHORTS!

dangerously low? dangerous for who jean?

do not be slut shaming, lucas. thats fucking gross of you and i'm not even gonna mention the nonconsensual factor...........

oh. my. word. its not funny but i feel the morbid sense to laugh at the ravens dropping like flies.

bad therapist. you cant force it. where is Dobson?

OMG LOL i summoned her!

dont you worry about kevin babe, the foxes got him

thats two hands on chin! thats two!

he's got a big dick! lololololololol boys not tryna be gayyyy

oh the heat! the HEAT! yes jeremyyyyyyyy

fear of water.

what happens when he losses his grip......i want to see you lose control......... hi familiar phrasing and trauma, i ADORE you.

in my head, jean has a very french tsk of his tongue reaction to almost everything people do around him.

yesssss the foxes ARE synchronized.

you tell him jeremy! none of his raven intentionally injuring people bullshit

omg were gonna get a little kevin trip to cali! reunion of the abused buds! (again gotta take the morbid hilarity into account for my health)

LOL wheel throwing! Patrick Swayze where are you?!

not the self flagellating notebooks he kept.....

oooooo intense. it all comes to the surface. the truth will always come out.

this is clever, gives just enough info about the ravens without explaining the crime side of things. go nora.

okay damn lucas.... issues buddy. dont be comin after jean jean. you'll regret it.

chin grab number 3! this time by jeremy 🤩

omg cuuuuuuuute little motorcycle ride and seashell gifty

again. uh oh jean. your crazy is showing to the coaches now. this truth is really spilling out the cracks

pause.......... guys my sanity........ my INsanity upon reading this........... im losin it! ......... okay resume.

morbid laughing morbid laughing morbid laughing fuck fuck fuck

yo. to somehow make me feel like neilio's story is a positive tale................

wow lucas. doubling down are we. his character does have a very difficult truth to come to terms with. its fuckin rough and a hella interesting arc.

you should call dobsonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

OH SHIT! neil's here! Thats not good news for you jean!

fy faen neil. you're kind of a gangster babe!

oh. dead sister. so sad. (typing it out like that looks sarcastic. It's not.)

yaaaaasssss thats the smart mouth we know and love! telling an agent he parked illegally!!! ahhhhh lolololololoolol

OMG Neil!!!! sweetheart! you care so much! awwwwwwwww wow nora seriously, what. a. treat! he cares about his buddy jean.

jeremy...... you got it so bad hun. always with the 'what do you need?' like just promise yourself to him forever and ever.

CHIN!!!!!!!!!! FOUR TIMES NOW.

woah Jer.

i like that jean actually doesn't like exy. such a good contrast to neils pov obsession.

im curious where this whole 'its not freedom its a pretty cage' thing is gonna go. like, yea i dont think you'll ever be 'free' free jean. but honestly this is pretty damn close. professional athletes lives are very straight forward. and if youre that good, fuckin easy.

[axel-skz]

Going ahead doesn't mean you're going to get there first

A/N: I’m trying so hard to write just for fun. Which means don’t stress about it and writing at my own pace. BUT IT IS SO HARD! I feel so bad that people are waiting. Then I give myself the reality check that no ones on the edge of their seat waiting. Then it’s depressing. Then I forget and repeat that cycle. Short term memory loss coming in clutch. I like how these are usually just bits of my life story lmao. ||| I’m away from my ipad atm so I’m gonna give an honorary mention to the 5 star album instead of shuffling a song today. STREAM!!!!

You have been away on a business trip and miss jisung so much. (No, it’s not smut)

(Ok but could he be any cuter?!)

You had a business trip. A freaking 2 month business trip. Your life had been a nightmare. Especially being away from your beloved, Hanji. You were in constant meetings and it was absolutely exhausting. It was the worst timing too because han had just got time off.

You hadn’t told him but you planned to surprise him. He had a week left of being free and you planned to spend the whole time with him. It would be so nice to finally relax and spend the whole time wrapped in blankets and the arms of your favourite human. Comfort personified.

He had this unique ability to make you feel stress free. Which was hard for you because you were always thinking about work or tasks you had. Not with him though, he was smart and it was impossible not to get lost in his eyes.

Oh, and don’t even start with his cheeks. You poked his face once for fun and next thing you knew, you had been there for half an hour, pinching his cheeks.

These thoughts weren’t helping you with the feelings of homesickness but that would all go away soon.

Your jet lag was kicking your ass as you made your way into your apartment complex. You were still so excited to see him though. The excitement gave you the capability to ignore the fact that your nose was blocked but could still smell airplane food the whole time.

You opened your door and looked around to see if he was there. After putting your bags in your room, you looked around to find that he was in fact, not home. You set up everything for a nice surprise but got surprised when he called you.

‘Hey sweet cheeks,’ you said enthusiastically.

‘I feel like my final words might just be me telling you not to call me that,’ he sighed.

‘I can never let go. You know this. It’s too cute a name,’ you said defiantly.

‘We can argue about this when you get back to your apartment and open the door to let me in. I’m tired and I’m cold.’

Your heart stopped, ‘my what who?!’

‘Your apartment? I got the address from your work buddies. I wanted to surprise you but you aren’t home and I waited like half an hour. Now I’m getting stares from people. Some guy gave me money thinking I’m a hobo. I’m never wearing these jeans again.’

You were frozen for so long he started to question if you were still there. You broke out of your semi conscious state and said, ‘ji… I’m not there… I came home to surprise you for the week…’

He froze then laughed, ‘good one! Now come open your door.’

You turned the call to a video call and he could see you in the apartment.

He scowled, ‘I’m exhausted and sleep deprived for no reason?!’

‘I love that we both had the exact same idea…’

‘Yeah, great, we’re both stupid,’ he laughed.

‘Well, a couple that does… stupid crap together, stays together,’ you chuckled.

‘You stay there, I’ll get a flight back. This will take a while so don’t move,’ he winked.

‘I’m not staying in this one spot for the next 5 hours ji,’ you said while squinting.

‘Get yourself a partner who will stay fully still for you for 5 hours cus you said so…’ he dramatically clutched his heart.

‘Do you wanna be single in the next five minutes? Because I can make that happen,’ you deadpanned.

His eyes widened, ‘I love you the most in the world! You are not allowed to leave me! You could never subject me to dying alone!’

‘And you call me dramatic,’ you laughed.

It took him an extra day to come home because flights had been delayed. When he finally got home, he was exhausted. It was good he had experience in flying a lot since he had to as an idol.

You hid when he finally got home because… why not torture someone who is so clearly exhausted and near the point of death.

He came in with the last bit of his energy coming from his excitement to see you. He yelled your name as he looked around and couldn’t find you. He stood still and you were so confused.

Then he sat on the sofa and broke down… he was crying… he sniffled as he got his phone and called you. Your phone rang in the apartment and he jumped.

You then popped out of your hiding spot and scared him a second time.

He jumped again then looked stunned to see you. He stared through teary eyes, ‘if you don’t hug me now for atleast 5 days, I will die.’

You felt so bad and ran over to give him a hug. He fell back onto the sofa and you guys cuddled for the rest of your time home. Just as you wanted. You made it up to him with all the different kinds of chocolates and sweets you brought back.

‘Y/N, you’re pure evil. You and minho hyung would get along great.’

‘One more thing we have in common.’

He looked puzzled, ‘what’s the other thing?’

‘Our love for you.’ This made him give you a big smile.

And for the greater good of everyone, jisung did not die :))

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[rawlinacademia]

Dark Academia Habits to adopt

i might as well just add, HEALTHY dark academia habits to adopt easily and fit right into your schedule if you have one. This beautiful aesthetic has a lot (not all) of creators promoting things solely on the basis of defined aesthetics from media which are tremendously injurious to one's health. Please, please please...don't hurt yourself trying to follow an aesthetic, in the short or long term , we have a ton of examples for demonstartion. And please don't hurt others.

Dark Academia Habits to adopt-

romanticize your eyes and the way you say things. No writers writing about your raven eyes? write a haiku for yourself. Be your own muse!

Read. Read. Read. Don't let the DA community pressurise you into reading just the classics. Read what your heart desires? Fantasy? hell yeah!…thinking of changing your life? Self Help books? Brilliant!

Dark Academia is the aesthetic for people who crave knowledge , for people who would analyse , who want to learn, with head full of philosophies , full of passion for what they do , who are ready to do anything to achive their goals…and most of all for people who wish to be all the things above and more.

Channel your Hermione or Rory or Neil Perry or any fav fictional character into yourself and get to work.. Okay but if someone is channeling Henry Winter …please in a limit guys okay?..

Why scroll on social media sites in your free time. Start a language learning journey..So many apps that give you a game like language learning option to do that! Work on your scrolling addiction and get to work!…

Analyze a snippet of poetry in your free time..not for anyone to show..but purely for your satisfaction.

Get educated, my bro. Learn about philosphers and their qoutes and just drop them in the middle of your convos…I bet you will sound mysterious and learned if not educated, smart and elite.

Drink water out of wine glasses, or coffee mugs or weird things you normally wouldnt. But drink water, keep your skin nice and healthy

Eat good food. meal prep or not but see what is going in you body. That will be responsible for your energy levels.

If you have a plain journal around, WRITE WRITE WRITE…i dont care what you write. poems , letters to your 1945's darling , or to your fictional character or telling your beloved (which you have met or not met) about your day. Dear diary is outdated ha ha… Dear Beloved xyz…who is stopping you from doing this shit?

Pretend you are the main character till you become the main character. Get the desired personality you want your main character to have. Good at public speaking? Hell yeah i will practice in the mirror for hours till i laugh seeing my stupid face mess up. Makes friends easily? For sure, imma hit my colleagues and/or classmates for a chat…or Looks mysterious to strangers? Practice makes things betters …DO IT..

Manners maketh man. Talk politely. Refrain from using crude language.

You dont need expensive clothes to feel dark academic. (who even started that!! )Choose your style, the one which you are more comfortable in and carry yourself gracefully. Walk long halls with your thrifted jacket and torn jeans… there are so many sub genres and division of dark academia… find your type AND AGAIN… healthy ones please

Oh romanticise your major. Who cares if all the posts are about english and languages and literature and philosophies.. STEM dark academia hello!!?! Writing equations and working hard for yourself , to get to that position you wish to be… the only mountain you gotta climb is you…

Be the friend you wish to have. You want a DA friend group in your university . Start doing all the things you wish your friend group did, who knows maybe... Well...we all know your vibe attracts yours tribe..hehe

Watch Dark Academia movies.. Movies that take you to your goal or are you trying to take a break? watch what you wish . Mona Lisa Smile, Dead poets Society , Pride and Prejudice (2005 or any), Little Woman, The Da vinci Code, The Imitation Game, The theory of Everything, SHERLOCK HOLMES oh god.., Sherlock BBC, Harry Potter, Pirates of the Caribbean THE AGE OF ADALINE, Hamlet etc etc etc

Stay fit, read your fav book while taking stairs instead of the elevator/lift. listen to your fav spotify playlist while having a walk. I personaly like to listen to classical workout songs, i dont know which genius decided to compile upbeat classical pieces like that.

They make me feel like the main character while i am cycling or walking around. Whatever gets the work done right?

Decode. Research topics in cryptography, invent your own language and write things in it..leave sticky notes full fo symbols or different letters here and there..

Write Futureme letters to yourself. They are a window for your future self to look back to the time you are in. I usually write letters for myself and post them to my future self in 2024 or 2025 or 2030 or more.. i write in a world war fashion or somedays in my own style. I write to my friends and family members. They are also sorta snippets of my will..idk.. like if you are reading this , and i am dead in your time...then do this this etc . Nice way to look past Death, isn't it?

Utilise your full potential.Don't let your mind even think for a second that i could have done more…Do more.. over learning never hurts, add the Extra to the ordinary.

Stop comparing yourself to others. Others dont have the same life as yours,nor have they had the same circumstances, So focus on your self… let people talk… Focus on yourself, and focus on your progress.

and please rest…Give your body time to heal, soak up your desired light… moonlight is better for me, i despise sun light. Sit in the moonlight , in a park or in your room and just sit.. Relax for god's sake.

Be proud of who you are and never terminate your progress…Be Better! better than who you were last summer or few years back…

[panie-wanie-dean-bean]

Yandere Joseph my beloved

One of my favorite parts about Joseph is just how passionate and impulsive he can be. Note, I didn't say dumb or stupid, I said impulsive. He sometimes just does shit but it's usually ok because he's used to covering his tracks, and all that street smarts doesn't hurt either

When Joseph first began working on set Jean was one of the first people to treat him with any kindness, granted that kindness was giving him cigs and taking him drinking but he appreciated it all the same. Once Jean finally turned over every stone he could find and found out this guy really was just some nobody that came in and took his role, oh he's pissed. The mask comes off and Joseph is left chasing after a man who never really existed

After Jean isn't taking up all of Joseph's spare time he has enough time to notice you. You're just some hands on set, most known for doing coffee runs for the cast and crew. Something about you is just...good. You're good. Joseph finds himself falling for you pretty fast, his little crush easy to spot for those who look. And Jean is defiantly looking. Once he sees how sweet Joseph is with you Jean dials up the charm till it's off the charts, now he can finally steal something of Joseph's

But Joseph isn't upset, he's so excited! His two favorite people love each other! How could this get any better?

And then the show ends

One the final day of recording everyone's talking about what they're doing next, you and Jean being no exception. You two are leaving, you two won't see each other again, neither of you will ever see him again. He can't let that happen, he won't let that happen. He invites you both to watch a movie at his place after work, he's got popcorn and all kinds of other snacks! Jean looks like he'd rather be anywhere else but once you agree he changes his tune

He holds true to his word, once you two get inside his humble apartment you all settle down and watch some movies. He's so convincing, just telling you both one more movie before you go. By the time he's out of tapes it's well past a sane hour to go home so he offers you both sleep over. After that it's almost too easy

He giggles at how Jean sleeps like a rock, his usual pristine posture completely slack, mouth slightly parted to let out a tiny trail of drool, and of course you're adorable too. He takes the night to set things up, make sure all the locks are good, he's got enough groceries to fees three for a week, and adds those little sound proofing things to the front door. Though he knows no one would hear either of you two anyways. He's basically got the whole apartment building to himself due to some nasty rumors being spread that a giant lives there

Once you two wake up everything seems fairly normal. You both wake up to the smell of breakfast and Joseph wearing a very cute apron. Once all of you are eating Joseph tells you both the rules. No going outside until you can behave inside, no hurting him or each other, and no breaking things. You're both confused until he nonchalantly tells you both that you live here now! Jean's pissed but there's not much he can do against Joseph's height and strength

He's just so convincing, is this really so bad? All of you living together as a couple, it's almost like you're married. Sure he'd like it if you could live in a proper house but that comes later, what comes right now is making sure both of you stay good for him and don't want to leave. After that, who knows, maybe you could all stay at Jean's place next

[jellymeduza]

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I wear a lot of black. A friend of mine once told me my style was black. xD I think black goes nicely with lots of styles: casual, smart casual and formal. I can wear the same black turtle neck for different settings: e.g. with plaid skirt on casual basis and with black trousers to work. Oh, and I've got a part of my wardrobe dedicated only to my beloved black T-shirts (some of them are so old you can't tell which band T-shirt is that, but they are quite durable). I also like to mix my black clothes with other clothes and accessories depending on season: in autumn I add some browns, in winter I wear warm black hoodies with jeans trousers, in spring I wear plaid unbuttoned shirts with black T-shirts and in summer I wear black tank tops with colourful skirts.

[measuringbliss]

Spider-Man Read-Through 045: Snuff Out the Light (SSM 19-21)

MASTERPOST

This week: a mystery! Because it worked so well the last few times :D

We also see quite a bit of Peter's social life, fanservice, and a character I love is back <3

SSM #19 starts in medias res: Spidey's been captured by the Enforcers and is bullied by then. I already suspect it's not actually Spidey under the mask... especially since he doesn't say anything. That's weird, right?

I suspected as much.

At the Bugle, Peter Parker lets Jameson know that his recent adventures in L.A. didn't let him take any picture.

I know what you are, you fruit <3

I wish he stayed to chat with Gloria. Give her some development!

Know who gets developed? Hector Ayala (White Tiger!) and Holly Gillis, his new romance, gazing at Flash and Sha-Shan from afar. It feels like the first time in ages that we get smooth cast interactions like that. It's neat!

Turns out that Sha-Shan got a new job and an apartment, good for her! Meanwhile, Flash got news from Razorback. He's doing alright, back in his hometown and adulated!

His proposal ('tis the season) is interrupted by the Enforcers, who take everyone hostage at the Coffee Bean until they get to fight Spidey.

Yes please.

Peter thinks the leaves will hide his clothes... just next to a tree that has no leaves. Is it winter? Isn't graduation supposed to be coming soon? What the heck.

All throughout the issue, the mystery of the one who hired the Enforcers is teased, but I can't say I'm particularly invested in it. Doc Ock could be alive, or it could be the Molten Man... Who knows? For now, there isn't any hint. Maybe it's the Empathoid?

It might be the Lightmaster, an early villain from the first issues of SSM. And yeah, it's him. Okay. Whatever. Mysteries are only mysteries when they feature clues.

So Spidey deals with his enemies while everyone escapes, except for that Hector hottie.

The Lightmaster is trying really hard to be menacing.

In SSM #20, Spidey tries to eavesdrop on the cops interrogating the Enforcers, but he can't get new information. He decides to get home, but his skylight is so bad that it breaks...

It's a funny scene and it gives me fanservice. I'll allow it. Maybe SSM has rights after all...

And we get some more of Peter's social life, that's neat! It's nice to see more of the cast, and new characters, especially nonwhite characters!

The Lightmaster interrupts them and kidnaps my beloved Hector. Before leaving, Holly gives Peter Hector's amulets, which he instantly recognizes.

In the Lightmaster's crutches, Hector needs his amulets to survive! And here comes Spidey, ready to help him. I'm kind of shipping them...

The Lightmaster's about to broadcast Spidey's identity to New York itself (or so he thinks!).

As you know, I love those kind of moments!!!

So Hector's true alter ego is revealed to the city, which annoys Holly who keeps flip-flopping on whether she loves him.

The two heroes fight their enemy, who eventually just channels too much energy and dies.

A letter at the end of the issue informs me that Jean DeWolff appeared... in Team-Up. Oh. For such a key character (she has an entire arc, doesn't she?), it's disappointing. Oh well.

I enjoyed those two issues! It was nice to see Hector again <3 And to see more of the cast! This is almost what I expected of the series. We'll see if it continues like that...

For now, there's one last issue we read in this post: #21.

The Scorpion has become a sex symbol, wouldn't you know it!

The issue begins with a soliloquy to catch up new readers. Hell yeah, Scorpy, tell us all about that time Ms. Marvel got rid of you!

Meanwhile, Peter finds MJ, whomst we haven't seen in a while! They kiss, but they quickly talk about MJ's rejection of Peter's proposal. Oof. She's not ready, and a bit upset.

At ESU, Holly's still angry at Hector! It's a smart way to show both Peter and the readers what could happen if Spidey revealed his identity to MJ.

Later, at the Bugle, the Scorpion makes it known that he wants to skin Jameson alive, or something like that. Spidey intervenes, wins the fight, and he soon says that contrary to what the Scorpion believed, he can get rid of his suit just fine, and Spidey tears off his mask.

That's. Uh. That's something. Themes? In MY Spider-Man comics? It's handled ridiculously, but for what's worth, I feel like the groove is finally back with a better social/fights balance.

Next time: Moon Knight!

[annikasevenshots]

Star Trek Picard: Season 3 Episode 2 Reaction (spoilers!)

All the Titan bridge babies looking around when Shaw fights Seven 🥺 yes 🥺

Oh baby La Forge 🥺

"There's something familiar about him" RIKER PLEASE IM HOWLING

Oh RAFFI 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Ohhhh my god. Oh Raffi. Oh my GOD. Oh my darling my sweet girl you can do no wrong 😭

my clever girl 🥺 my clever baby girl.

oh. oh raffi.

SEVEN SLAY

i am SO proud of her.

Seven's "you could be the heroes that saves heroes" vs Raffi's "someone needs to speak for the dead" PARALLELS!!!!! HELPING PEOPLE WHO HAVE NO ONE ELSE TO HELP THEM PARALLELS!!!!!!!!!!

lmfaooooooo Picard half beaming Jack out I'm begging be more serious fr 😭

Jack's "smack it until it works again" is so me-coded of him teehee

BOOPIN ON THE SENSORS

NO STOP THE WAY THE TITAN JUST APPEARED IN THERE I CACKLED SO HARD

THIS SHOW IS A MF COMEDY I SWEARRRRR

YES AN EPIC VERSION OF THE TITAN THEME MY BELOVED

"We're basically a hotel now" he's so grumpy shaw is so slay actually

Seven <3 i love uuuuuuuuuuu

JAE??????????????? LIKE JAES AN ARTIST JAE????????????? JAE WHO HAS PAINT SPLATTERS ON HIS SHIRT JAE???????????? HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCKJNG FUCMF HOOOOOOLY FUCK

"i have to be. i want to be." my strong darling.

JAE OWNS A BAR?????????? SIR

people believe raffi challenge. fuck you jae. fuck YOUUUUUU jae.

oh my god. gabe or sneed??????? GABE OR SNEED?????????????????? GABE OR SNEED YOU ARE FUCKING JOKING ME IM LEAVING IM NEVER COMING BACK

I HATE EVERYTHING. i hate everything. i. hate. everything.

"You boys are in so much trouble" I agree with Shaw actually. Not the deadname but like

"Captain" "WHAT" "WHAT" this show is so unserious

Oh this villain is JUIIIIIIICY! she is so SLAY

"Official psychological profile with starfleet" SIR IS NO ONE EVER NORMAL IN THIS FORBIDDEN SPACE MILITARY

i can just SEE seven's cogs turning at "jack crusher"

What is it with people and smoking in this show 😭

SIDNEY LA FORGE IS SO BABY AND CUTE 🥺 protect her pls

THIS SHOW IS LITERALLY SO UNSERIOUS DID THEY FUCKING YEET THE ELEOS AT THE TITAN FRRRRRRRR SHE ACTUALLY FUCKING WENT YEET IM CRYING

i actually can't this is a fucking circus show

La forge talking about law of physics yes baby you're so smart and funny 🥺🥺🥺🤏

"How is that even possible" lowkey Shaw is getting relatable like no one @ me but

"We are cornered in space which has no corners" helppp and seven's constant side eyes like sir are you tripping

"Fenris folk" love you hiro and deet <3

TITAN THEME COMING BACK YAYYYYY <3

BRIG TIME HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

james cole 💀💀💀

"Sir as a former fenris ranger" yes you are my girl <3 my sweet sweet girl <3

i'm... i'm torn here. shaw's kinda right but seven 🥺 she's just trying to do right by people who would have lost their lives. 500 injuries vs 4 deaths? just. just. THAT'S The complexity of star trek i've missed. the moral dilemmas. the losing either way.

Picard calling Seven Seven slay

Dare i say it PatStew actually looks spunkier this season? When in S2 he just looked covid tired?

"Why are you dancing around it" RIKER KNOWS 🤡🤡🤡

DO THE MATH??????????????? IM WHEEZING DOES RIKER KNOW WHEN THEY'VE BONKED

this show is ACTUALLY SO UNSERIOUS

"do you not see what i see? a british accent, jean luc?"

"Who do you think taught me all this" "..." please this show is a comedy

BEV KICKING JACK'S ASS SO TRUEEEEWWEWEEWEWEEEE

"Because you know her so well" CALL ME A WEEWOOWEEWOO I AM BEGGING

"WHO IS YOUR FATHER" "I NEVER HAD ONE" HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

raffi? 🥺 you good girl? 🥺

oh gosh. please told me she found sneed on her own instead of through jae. please. please please please.

A FUCKING BASEBALL???????????????????????

"Artists are unknowable assholes" vs "Jae's an artist" in NML AND WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO ME

Oh my god Michelle Hurd's acting is so chefs kiss 🤌🤌🤌

haha section 31 why would you BAIT ME LIKE THAT

oh. oh my god. OHHH MY GOD. RAFFI. RAFFI RAFFI RAFFI. NO. MY DARLING GIRL NO. PLEASE NO

"it takes a real addict to fight it this hard" NO

TAKE IT BACK TAKE IT ALL BACK

WORF???????????????????????

OMG IS THAT WHERE THE SCENE OF WORF CARRYING RAFFI COMES FROM

WHY IS THE USS SAFFI SO SMART WE LITERALLY CAUGHT HER HAIR ON HIS SHOULDER LIKE

ALSO. WORF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WORF????!!?(!?!!!!???????

also. RAFFI. OHHHH RAFFI. RAFFI 😭😭😭 MY DARLING GIRL YOU'VE BEEN SO BRAVE AND SO STRONG. I LOVE YOU. my sweet clever girl.

why was their grand plan mf WAKING bev they're actually 👁️👄👁️

BEV'S ACTING IN THIS ONE IS A MASTERCLASS IN LESS IS MORE

The shrike being called the shrike is so slay

In conclusion, i laughed a lot until raffi's second scene. then i laughed less.

[nerdyenby]

Heartstopper 3.8 reaction (spoilers)

[first] [previous]

Ok they’re cute and all but this has gone on for too long now *checks timestamp* oh my god it hasn’t even been a minute, someone save me

Not THE FUTURE!!!!

Why is the scene where Charlie’s scrambling for his jeans the worst thing I’ve ever experienced?? My shoulders were up to my chin and I was so viscerally uncomfortable for no reason

WHERE IS SARAH NELSON??!?!? I miss my queen, have we even seen her this season??

God, they’re so soft

Ruh roh, time to deal with the consequences of your actions (aka your parents)

Ruh roh, Charlie’s mom did well there, but really set him up to lie and what was he supposed to do about it? It’s just awkward now

The chalkboard!!!! Again!!!! Whoever’s handwriting that is owns my soul

Imogen is a Barbie girl and a Barbie world and I love that for her

Charlie’s cardigan is so cute

Darcy’s their year too, aren’t they? Are they just not vibing with uni? Valid if so but I miss them :(

Imogen dissecting her comphet <333333

Lovelies, your sexuality is not who you are. It’s a part of you, yes, but it is not you. Questioning what you are does not make you less of yourself.

I was entirely prepared for Nick to give her a lil top of the head kiss /p (kiss the homies good night frfr)

Tara, my love, just because you’re smart doesn’t mean that you have some sort of responsibility to put yourself through rigorous academic programs or get a super fancy job, you can just be. You’re enough as you are, you do not owe anyone anything, so what makes you happy.

This is so embarrassing I love it

I love how physically affectionate the guys have been this season, let men cuddle /p 2024!!!

Sahar my beloved

The girls see Nick having the time of his life and just enjoying him being happy <333

Gay people!!!!

PROGRESSS RAHHHHHHHHHHH /vpos

Healthy relationships empower meaningful connections in other areas of your life!!!!! This cannot be overstated!!!

The full bed!!! Such a minor set piece that adds so much to a dialogue-less scene

Tori’s smile when she sees Charlie wearing short sleeves <333

Where’s the “neither of us are straight” line, where is she?????

That song does an excellent job of being an absolute banger and also sounding realistic for a teenage garage band’s first gig

“He’s fine” “… I know” her smile!!!!

Tao!!!! He’s in such a better place now and able to be the absolute simp that he is while also having reasonable boundaries, that is a win in my book

Isaac is respectfully clocking the aspec-ness of Tori and Michael’s relationship

Darcy’s gran my beloved!!!!!!

The music cutting out is so dramatic and for what

Awww

I really hope we get a season four, not just for the sake of it but because I truly do think there is more story to tell here, but if we don’t I think this would stand as a solid finale (gimme a s4 exploring Nick’s mental health, Tori’s asexuality, Imogen and Sahar’s relationship, and Darcy’s gender pls pls pls tho)

[chameleon-on-lsd]

Tatort Saarbrücken (Der Herr des Waldes) liveblogging

Adam‘s canadian tuxedo kills me And that fucking medical examiner is so smug for no fucking reason ‚Natürliche körperöffnungen‘ is disgusting lmao ‚Mein vater war jäger‘. mh Leo looks good in that leather bomber ‚Is was mit deinem vater? Is er?‘ ‚Tot? Ne, sorry‘ Leo calling the hospital to check, cries Adam you look like a wet dog (and an angry one at that) Yeah where was his mom in his youth?? (yes, also afraid but..) The shot with the reflection of the pool is very crisp and nice Uffff, asking for forgiveness? Fuck you adam‘s dad ‘did you bring lunch’ while actively eating a sandwich lmao. And adam tossing some gum AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH GUN HOLSTERS. AAAAA (sorry my uniform kink goes hard) HOLY FUCK. His back. I‘m so normal about this Uffffffffff and adam‘s black shirt with the hint of shine from the holsters Funcikkgnfjsjdjdjfjfjdjdjdjdjfjdjdjd Putting adam in an office and stalking towards him? Leo, kill me slow Adam‘s hair is so…. Yellow. What a dye job Leo‘s tits. Chewable. Lmao adam putting a tracker on the wheelchair A vegan bully??? Lmao Also shout-out to the rainbow flag tee in the first row I would die if those two walked into the classroom. ‚Wir haben computer gespielt‘ ‚Nur dass sie nicht wie n bulle aussehen‘ 👀 Who curled that guy‘s hair because there is one extremely straight strand of hair by his ear and it‘s distracting. GOD. Adam‘s soft voice asking the kid questions. ‚Ich red ja jetzt mit dir‘

‚Capiche?!‘ lol adam. ‚Lies n buch, mann!‘ AAAAAAAAAAA More holsters. Now with white tshirt. Fuvking kill me. his chest.. Feral guy in forest running around. And I love compound bows btw I do like that the female officer is getting more smart screentime and not just being a bitch about leo WHAT was that slutty crawl into the cave (Also adam‘s back with the holster and the little gap of his jeans with the belt. Feral thoughts) FULLY DEEPTHROATING THE FLASHLIGHT to bite and hold it Oh tall feral french man. You look very good unfortunately. Also, like hozier God the ptsd flashbacks. My poor guy Don‘t drown your dad eventhough he deserves it I admire you adam. I could not fucking wash my mom. Even if it‘s just for an interrogation Adam challenge: make smoking look less hot Also, he stands like a shrimp. Tall boi ‚Die alle scharf war‘n auf jessica‘ german slang my beloved Leo concerned about adam 🥺 W O W. Fucking mulan moment with feral guy cutting his hair with a knife. Bithc you look great Lmao, adam walking into the office and leo‘s playing the game xD ‚animals are beautiful people‘, your english pronounciation is not the yellow of the egg ‚Wo war‘n die pisser‘ (some teens) lmao „Sprechen sie deutsch?“ „non“ liar God my french is bad. I got like half of that by hearing Holy shit, adam in interrogation mode is so hot. Also, starting his statement with „alright“ God, why you gotta lean on the table like that „Man das bricht mir doch auch nur das herz!“ xD Sorry but leo sitting on the table with his leg basically inbetween the teen suspects ones? (At least perspective wise) whew ‚der war scharf auf jessi, Scharf wie rettich‘ lmao what Oh. Oh no. Leo‘s school picture is awakening memories in adam‘s dad The vegan gangster and his henchman lmao Lmao wtf, just fully biting his cheek The stylistic choice of having the enviromental noise like that for the mute guy is 👌🏻 God leo stop being so handsome The silent communication between adam and leo ‚Ruf mich sofort an, [..] egal wann‘ Christ, adam‘s childhood is fucking rough. But also, explains his disordered eating (that we see, i‘m embellishing)

Adam :’( god and his dad is such a bitch. Yeah, fucking put him in his place (aka just toll him away) Adam on the bed :’( And another one of my weaknesses. bloody knuckles. What a fucking shot of leo. Yes show off those arms How are you interrogating a mute guy? Have your colleagues not informed you? Fucking do some information sharing my guys. Also: „Wo sind ihre finger hä? Hast du die gesnackt? Mach mal s maul auf“ lmao adam I‘m…. Confused The teacher? No sorry, am I too horny for the guys to understand what‘s going on Holyyyy shit. The unhinged ‚jessssssicaaaaa‘ of the teacher Holy fuck. The cinematagrophy of this tho??? Shoutout tatort. (Honestly I am slack-jawed) Wowww and it wasn‘t adam‘s photo, it was the teachers. „Zum urwald for der stadt“ urwald?! „Liegt im bett und krault sich die eier“ things that shouldn‘t be hot but are: him saying that Holy shit that teacher is unhinged af „Ich werd dir sooooo weeehtuuuun“ jesus christ, what a fucking performance. Fucking hell, these two psychopaths in a car. Christ ‚Kennst du was schöneres als was schönes zu zerstören‘ and then they both laughed unhingedly jesus christ „Es gibt nichts demütigerendes als einen schwachen sohn“ ronald you fucking whore Is this when leo learns to shoot again? He fucking would for adam. And adam wants him dead. Oh the choices Yes leo. Good boy ‚Es tut mir leid leo‘ …. Huh?

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i think brandon perea really did something with how he portrayed angel because he was supposed to be this all-round likeable sunshine character right and we probably would've easily fallen for him right away whereas the first few times you see him he's sooo annoying he comes off as this weird mix of can't-be-arsed know-it-all cringey whiny little man but then you're just as easily drawn in by the fact that he automatically latches onto the siblings in a way that isn't just “oh these two are onto something let me in on the fame” but more like “you two are very interesting individuals and i want to be part of your little team. please let me in. also please don't die. i need you to be safe at all times” and you end up caring and rooting for him without even noticing the switch. it's so seamless. he IS a cringey whiny little man and a crypto bro and a little bit of a know-it-all but he's also so endearing he overshares with complete strangers acts like he's part of the family after setting up a few cameras and rambling about aliens he talks SO much and talks even more when he panics he makes sure the haywoods stay safe he lets them crash at his place borrow his clothes he helps them with jean jacket because he thinks it could help people he's smart and a complete idiot and clingy and i want to kiss him i'm so glad he survived and i find it amazing that by the end of the movie everyone is glad he survived brandon did such a good job with his characterisation!!!!!!! oh my god!!!! angel torres my beloved

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anyway everyone in the umbrella academy is like “oh no our ben was the best he was so gentle and kind and warm and he was the best of us and everybody loved him and he was such a good person” but i'm sure if umbrella ben met sparrow ben he'd leave him crying on the floor on their first conversation and sparrow ben would be so confused

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cinema

hey!! i'm kind of on a roll with writing again - yay! i got this idea when i was watching stranger things s4 lmaooo. thinking of doing a mini mini series. lmk if you want a part 2!

it's the 80s and you and harry have a summer job at the local video shop...and harry gets hostile around pretty boys

warnings: swearing, jealous!harry, cringe men

word count: almost 2k?

“Seriously? The Goonies is one of the greatest films to ever have been made in our modern society!”

After nearly a year of observation stationed behind the oak front desk, you’d concluded that if Harry was passionate about anything other than his beloved guitar, it was movies. Your first shift at the shop consisted of him pestering you in-between customers about your opinion on Bowie’s performance in Labyrinth, when he was supposed to be showing you the ropes of the job. Once he was unrelenting, you said through a quiet murmur that it was one of your favourite VHS tapes you owned - receiving a wink and a “smart girl” before he retired to the shelves to stock new releases. It was safe to say you were blushing ferociously for at least twenty minutes after. Harry could charm the pants off of any customer that stepped into the shop, and you were grateful for his charismatic nature, considering you were somewhat of a monotonous person when it came to social interaction; Harry got a kick out of your timidness.

“I’m sorry, but I just don’t agree.” You sigh, sliding the cases of Ghostbusters on to the shelves marked OUR SECOND-HAND FAVOURITES!

“I think you’re just saying this to hurt my feelings, love. I mean c’mon, John Matuszak as Sloth? How often do you see American Footballers on the big screen?” Harry exclaims, one hand gesturing dramatically whilst the other digs into your open bag of M&Ms on the counter.

“Not often enough for me to care, I think.” You lift an eyebrow, and he grins, throwing a chocolate in a perfect arc into his mouth and scrunching the packet closed. His right-hand flies to his pectoral where his heart lies, a faux groan of pain coming out of his mouth as he pretends to collapse behind the counter. “You wound me.” He wails.

You shake your head, pushing down the little shock of energy that flies through you every time he teases you; something he did quite often, and it was always in good fun. Sometimes you liked to pretend that his teasing bothered you, to which he’d get really sickly sweet and sheepish, usually offering to count up the till for you at the end of the night so you can retrieve a slush from the off license across the road.

You stand back up from where you were crouched and wipe your brow, leaning over the counter. “Get back up you pillock. We have video tapes to sell. Don’t you want a knighthood for our gracious contribution to the economy and efficient VHS sales skills?”

The bell above the door chimes and punctuates your question, a familiar blond strolling into the shop with a pair of sunglasses and his washed jeans. You hear what you think is a scoff from Harry as your heart simultaneously leaps into your throat. Jonathan Whittaker was, in Harry’s words, the bane of his existence. Strolling in with his George Michael-esque hair once a week to return his rented videos – every week you awaited his entry, excusing yourself to the loo to ruffle your perm up a bit and popping a button or two of your polo shirt. If Harry noticed you do this, he never mentioned it, he always busied himself with inventory and eavesdropped on your short but sweet conversations.

“Oh, look at that, the sun came out today.” Jonathan’s cool tone cuts through the heatwave Britain was suddenly experiencing this week and you giggle as he throws a wink in your direction. You ignore the small gag noise Harry makes behind you.

“Alright, Harry? How’ve you been mucker?” He dumps his copy of Mad Max 2 on top of the counter, and you circle around, shoving Harry out of the way with your hip as you ring it up. Harry grumbles something along the lines of “been better, to be honest” as Jonathan circles around the shop, shuffling around each case as he reads the title and the synopsis of the film. Harry once expressed to you how much it irks him when he does it, cause he’s responsible for going back around at reorganising each one back into alphabetical order.

“This’ll do, sweets. Put a word in about getting some newer films in, yeh? Stuck rewatching some oldies.” Jonathan smiles sweetly as the video lands on the side with a smack.

“Right. Cause I’m sure she has full control over that, just for you.” Harry interjects, tapping his pen on the notebook before him as he counts a stack of videos and marks down their names. He doesn’t even rise his gaze; he just stares uninterestedly at the page of numbers before him. Jonathan falters a bit, and you pretend that you aren’t harshly blushing with your back to him. This time you’re blushing because you’re embarrassed. Of what, you don’t know; Jonathan calling you sweets; Harry casually snapping at him for being kind of condescending; your petty crush on someone who is very conventionally attractive despite being a bit of a prick (you were only human, after all).

An awkward beat later and Jonathan is almost out the door with so much as a goodbye, and you can almost physically feel the tension leave Harry’s body until he swivels on his foot, looking at you with intention.

“I never got your name. ‘Seems I’ve been coming in here for a while and didn’t quite catch it.”

You swallow thickly, veins buzzing at the sheer attention from an attractive man. “Y/N.” He nods in response, corner of his mouth ticking up as he begins to spark up a Regal cigarette. Harry grumbles something under his breath and you shoot him a quick look, turning just in time as Jonathan lifts his head back up to meet your eyes.

“Y/N,” he tries your name out in his mouth, “it’s hot. Like you, I suppose.” His wink punctuates his sentence and you can just script verbatim what Harry will say to you as soon as he leaves the shop.

“He’s such a sleaze, Y/N. Do you really want to be drooling over a man like him? He wouldn’t know humility if it smacked him in the face.” He’d say. Then he’d probably go in one of his grumpier moods, slamming videos down on to the side and going for a ‘break’, returning ten minutes later smelling of smoke and some David Bowie slotted into the cassette player of his Walkman, giving you the silent treatment. It happened like clockwork when Jonathan visited, or that fairly attractive but inappropriately older man that comes into the shop and not so subtly tries to harmlessly flirt with you.

“What time shall I pick you up on Friday then?” He muses, tapping his cigarette buts out of the door he has propped open with his foot.

“Friday?” You say inquisitively.

“Yeah. Wanna take you out.” He maintains the heart-stopping grin and you feel your heart pick up. Jonathan wants to take you out. On a date! You'd never been asked out on a date before, usually being too prudish or too quiet for some of the boys you know from your days back in school. You had people you fancied, without a doubt, but they didn't even know you existed. Jonathan was the last person you expected of them all to ask you out on a date, he barely acknowledged your existence, and even stuck chewing gum on your pencil case in Year 11. So his interest came at a bit of a shock. Dating just wasn't a thing you did, it was a Harry thing.

You'd be lying, however, if you said it didn't make you slightly envious when girls would rock up to the shop and give Harry their home phone number, asking if he'd like to join them later for a swim (a skinny dip) in the local quarry late at night. You never found out if he ever did go. You shake the thought of Harry nude out of your mind, ignoring the chill that runs through your body and focusing on Jonathans scruff on his chin.

"Me? You wanna take me out?"

"Yeah. Could be fun." He shrugs, scuffing his shoes on the floor.

“I-um…sure. I’m finish here at 6, I think. I can’t be late, though. Mum gets worried.” You shrug, cheeks and the tips of your ears tingeing pink – why would you let him in on the sad little detail of you having a curfew at 20 years old? You’ll never know. Harry breaks you out of your little bubble of a conversation, clearing his throat and folding his arms across his chest.

“Um, Friday is markdown day, Y/N. Boss wants us to count stock and discount the older releases? 'Can’t do it on my own.” His voice is clipped, and he looks at you with a raised eyebrow, a scolding face (possibly even hurt?) that you’ve never seen from him, really. You shoot a look back that says, ‘let me have this one’ and he rubs his hand down his face before gesturing them up into the air.

"I'm sure you can manage, mucker." Jonathan muses. Harry cringes at the repeat of the nickname. He'd told you just last week how much he hates it cause it makes him feel like a lad's lad.

“Whatever. Do what you want. I’m taking your cut of the wage though.” And with that Harry is retreating, stalking into the back and leaving you a bit trembly on your own in front of Jonathan. He rolls his eyes in jest at Harry’s behaviour, chucking away the now-finished cigarette before glancing at his watch. You take this as a cue that he’s in a rush.

“Um, pick me up here, at 6?” the picking you’re doing of your nails juxtaposing the fake confidence you inject into your voice.

“See you then, sweetheart.” Jonathan moves forward and lets his nimble fingers brush over your hand before he takes the last M&M out of the bag, popping it between his jaw and winking, the door slamming behind him cockily.

And just as you predicted, Harry re-emerges from the back room minutes after quiet engulfs the shop once again, midway through sliding the headphones attached to his Walkman over his head, looking at you almost pitifully. Your irritation with his moody behaviour is starting to ignite the more solemn and childish he acts.

“You really wanna go on a date with him? He’s such a sleaze, Y/N. He-“

“-Wouldn’t know humility if it hit him in the face, Y/N,” You talk over him in an exaggerated deep voice, finishing the words that were about to leave his mouth, “You’ve made me fully aware that you don’t like him. Unfortunately for you, I happen to want to go on this date. Sorry for enjoying someone at least taking an interest in me for once. I never say a word when you’re being chat up by random girls alike. It’s a shameful double standard, Harry.” Your voice is almost edging on stern…as stern as you can sound without your heart nearly leaping out of your throat when engaging in any form of confrontation. Harry looks slightly taken aback by witnessing the first time you properly put your foot down with someone; regretful that the grilling was directed towards him.

He fumbles with his Walkman, looking up at you sheepishly.

“Y/N-“

“Just leave it. I have to leave for my doctor’s appointment, I’ll see you tomorrow or something.” You sigh, putting your foot down with him was the only way you wouldn’t cave into the soft side of your personality and forgive him immediately. He was being nosy and opinionated on your dating life for no valid reason.

He nods, headphones now on and gaze averted.

“See you tomorrow.”

[sheloooveswomen]

JEAN SMART - gifs/photos i love

JEAN SMART (ft hannah einbinder)

hannah’s speech at jean’s hollywood star ceremony pt.2 pt.3

“i consent fully”

read through

“meme god”

fanedit

interview besties pt.2

jean miming a cig

Deborah Vance and Ava Daniels (Hacks, 2021)

variety  pt.2  pt.3

the kiss… the kiss but in gifs

deborah my beloved pt.2

swim lessons  pt.2 scene

deb variety

“i might have to dance”

“oh my god, you’re stunning.”

dinghy

marcus and ava caricature

girlfriends  pt.2

co-writer

karoake deb

“love you bye”

“are you a lesbian?”

gay sigh

fanedit

deb so sassy

wish this was real

deborah vance if you don’t kiss me rn

wingwoman deb

Kate Sanderson (Bringing Down the House, 2003)

martini sippin  pt.2

cutieeeeee

geez louise she’s so hot 

I AM FERAL pt.2

[usergreenpixel]

JACOBIN FICTION CONVENTION MEETING 26: MADAME TUSSAUD: A NOVEL OF THE FRENCH REVOLUTION

1. The Introduction

This review is dedicated to @maggiec70, @tairin, @pobodleru and @xiranjayzhao .

Greetings, Citizens, and surprise!

Don’t worry, I didn’t call an emergency meeting because the pesky Thermidorians are plotting against us (although we are going to make fun of them because of course we will), but rather because this is a special surprise review I for all you!

Oh, and Happy Easter to those who celebrate it.

Anyway, we’re back at roasting analyzing Michelle Moran’s books. Much like The Second Empress, Madame Tussaud offers a lot to talk about, but while the former book was suggested by @maggiec70 , this one I decided to review on my own accord.

Boy was that a wild ride, but we’ll get to that later. Once again, I managed to find an ebook online because, especially after the rodeo with The Second Empress, I didn’t feel like paying for this shit and it turned out to be a wise decision.

Those who are curious can find the online version here. But for now, let our surprise meeting begin!

2. The Summary

The summary comes from Goodreads and it is rather lengthy, but here we are:

“The world knows Madame Tussaud as a wax artist extraordinaire... but who was this woman who became one of the most famous sculptresses of all time? In these pages, her tumultuous and amazing story comes to life as only Michelle Moran can tell it. The year is 1788, and a revolution is about to begin.

Smart and ambitious, Marie Tussaud has learned the secrets of wax sculpting by working alongside her uncle in their celebrated wax museum, the Salon de Cire. From her popular model of the American ambassador, Thomas Jefferson, to her tableau of the royal family at dinner, Marie's museum provides Parisians with the very latest news on fashion, gossip, and even politics. Her customers hail from every walk of life, yet her greatest dream is to attract the attention of Marie Antoinette and Louis XVI; their stamp of approval on her work could catapult her and her museum to the fame and riches she desires. After months of anticipation, Marie learns that the royal family is willing to come and see their likenesses. When they finally arrive, the king's sister is so impressed that she requests Marie's presence at Versailles as a royal tutor in wax sculpting. It is a request Marie knows she cannot refuse - even if it means time away from her beloved Salon and her increasingly dear friend, Henri Charles.

As Marie gets to know her pupil, Princesse Élisabeth, she also becomes acquainted with the king and queen, who introduce her to the glamorous life at court. From lavish parties with more delicacies than she's ever seen to rooms filled with candles lit only once before being discarded, Marie steps into a world entirely different from her home on the Boulevard du Temple, where people are selling their teeth in order to put food on the table.

Meanwhile, many resent the vast separation between rich and poor. In salons and cafés across Paris, people like Camille Desmoulins, Jean-Paul Marat, and Maximilien Robespierre are lashing out against the monarchy. Soon, there's whispered talk of revolution... Will Marie be able to hold on to both the love of her life and her friendship with the royal family as France approaches civil war? And more important, will she be able to fulfill the demands of powerful revolutionaries who ask that she make the death masks of beheaded aristocrats, some of whom she knows?

Spanning five years, from the budding revolution to the Reign of Terror, Madame Tussaud brings us into the world of an incredible heroine whose talent for wax modeling saved her life and preserved the faces of a vanished kingdom.”

While the summary itself already has traces of propaganda, I think it’s still too early to pass judgment so let’s move on, shall we?

3. The Story

I have to say that the concept of telling the story of a real person, especially a woman like Madame Tussaud, is a cool concept. Someone who isn’t really a Royalist or a Revolutionary, but rather an ordinary businesswoman doing what she can to survive in a turbulent epoch and keep her business afloat.

We already have a shortage of Frev stories about women of the era, after all, let alone ordinary ones like Madame Tussaud who weren’t prominent fighters for a specific cause. Unfortunately, this attempt at telling such a story fails worse than me when I try to play Just Dance. Let me explain.

First of all, the pacing is all over the place. At first (about 10 or so chapters in the beginning) it’s extremely slow, with each chapter taking up about a day. After the events of Frev begin to pick up, however, there are pretty big time skips (several months in between chapters) and the pacing flashes by like a fucking cheetah on a hunt, which is definitely annoying to say the least!

Also, much like The Second Empress, this book takes this infuriating and oversimplified “black vs. white” approach to history. Revolutionaries are all evil (except Desmoulins and Danton), royals are all saints, Frev is bad... you get the idea, Citizens.

There’s no nuance that would allow readers to form their own opinions and all the usual Thermidorian propaganda is almost spoon fed to the audience. It gets so absurd too! For example, at one point doctors show up to check Marie’s virginity because they suspect that she has a lover abroad and could therefore be a spy.

Next, I find it a bit unrealistic that all the future prominent revolutionaries (or at least Camille, Marat and Robespierre) just happen to hang out with Marie (that’s the future Madame Tussaud) and her family and be buddies with them. Maybe I’m wrong, but I just find the setup hard to believe, especially considering the fact that Marat (apparently) didn’t even know Robespierre personally at that point (late 1788) so it’s also inaccurate as fuck.

And, as was the case in The Second Empress, things get quite predictable, even if it’s a given that Marie will survive (her real counterpart did), so it’s not really interesting to watch her story unfold.

But hey, at least we don’t have annoying flashbacks and letters breaking the immersion now! Yay!

4. The Characters

I don’t like Marie herself as a protagonist. Or rather, I don’t like the way she is written here. We do see that she is an ambitious, stubborn businesswoman but it’s not enough to sympathize with her and she is pretty bland otherwise. In fact, due to the opinions she expresses throughout the story, I sometimes get the feeling that she is acting as the author’s avatar/self-insert who is there to regurgitate the author’s bias, because this goes beyond what could be excused as the character being biased.

Henri Charles, Marie’s probably fictional love interest, is also bland so I don’t have much to say about him either.

Madame Élisabeth (the king’s sister) is a pretty pleasant woman but she is portrayed in a “too good for this sinful world” kind of way, as is the rest of the royal family, so she unfortunately lacks even a semblance of complexity that most real people have.

The royal couple is the same way and their flaws are barely touched upon. They’re poor misguided saintly figures ™️ and that’s about it.

Robespierre... whoo boy. This book goes with the classic “he went mad with power and became paranoid” narrative, which is what LRF did. He is portrayed as a dictator who is ready to murder everyone, condones the massacres in Lyon and the elimination of all religion (which is all kind of inaccurate), publicly breaks up with his (implied) lover and humiliates her only to cultivate his image as the Celibate Incorruptible... Oh, and there’s absolutely no mention of the fact that he tried to rescue Madame Élisabeth (yes, the sister of the king).

Marat is treated like a paranoid madman from the beginning and his assasination is implied to be a good thing. Here he is also dirty, disgusting and has no table manners apparently.... Oh and also Marie questions how could Simone be married to him, which gives me unpleasant flashbacks to The Second Empress (the way that shit treated Caroline Murat is atrocious), which is never a good thing.

Can’t judge Jefferson or Lafayette’s cameos, but they’re heroic here, especially Lafayette... By the way, Moran is from the USA, so that probably explains a lot!

Camille and Lucile are heroes and Camille’s siding with Danton is framed as them taking a brave stance against Robespierre. Ugh...

Danton is, predictably, also a hero.

Okay, let’s move on before my sanity leaves the chat.

5. The Setting

Versailles is described with at least surface level accuracy but otherwise the author tries to drive home the point that Paris during Frev was Hell.

Unfortunately, there’s not enough descriptions of places other than the palaces, which really doesn’t help my already nonexistent immersion. At all.

6. The Writing

Oh god, the annoying first person present tense again! Here it makes even less sense than in The Second Empress because the prologue takes place AFTER the main story, yet present tense gives the impression that the main character just narrates everything she is doing in real time, which... *broken computer noises*

Also, some of the French terms aren’t translated which made me scroll through google.

Next, there’s the same “Mistress of the Robes” mistake as in The Second Empress! For those in the back, that position existed in the British court but not the French one! The French have Dame d’Honneur as the equivalent position.

Oh, and also the word “lesbian” is used once in its modern meaning, which apparently wouldn’t be a thing until the 20th century, so there are also (possible) anachronisms.

And there’s at least one incorrect date, like Marat beginning to publish his newspaper on September 7th, 1789 and calling it L’Ami du Peuple (The Friend of the People) right off the bat. But in reality he began to publish his newspaper on September 12th and at first it was called Le Publiciste Parisien (Thé Parisian Publicist) before being renamed several days later.

I know some people might think these anachronisms are no big deal, but they actually are because they demonstrate the author’s attitude to research and the audience. And if these things are an afterthought, then what else did Moran get wrong in possible hopes her audience will just eat up anything she spouts without question?

Readers aren’t idiots and researching even what seems like small details is extremely important as it’s on the author to stay as close to the truth as possible since audiences tend to believe those authors! And this is what concerns me the most: the fact that there are people who will believe Moran and form inaccurate opinions based on Thermidorian propaganda.

*sigh*

But I guess, c’est la vie...

7. The Conclusion

Alright, Citizens, as you may have guessed, I would never recommend this book.

The pacing is inconsistent, the characters are mostly one note like we’re in a damn cartoon, the inaccuracies are through the roof and it’s basically the rehashing of the same propaganda the Frev community is trying to debunk.

But, with this review out of the way, let’s conclude the 26th meeting of the Jacobin Fiction Convention. Happy Easter to those who celebrate it, Citizens!

Oh, and please stay tuned for updates. They’re coming soon.

Love,

- Citizen Green Pixel

[twodaysold]

“Long Forgiven”  - Mondstadt - Venti - Genshin Impact SAGAU

Author’s Notes: Hello! This will be my first story post on my take on this wonderful AU! I do apologize if this is sort of lackluster! As this is my first time writing in an AU. This series will focus on a more fluffy, comforting side! First up is our lovely tone-deaf bard, Venti!

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You knew, that your arrival would not have been taken so kindly.

After an impostor pose as you, it was only seemingly fair, at least from what you understood from the rather demented minds of those who worships you, that they would react this way when you carelessly strut into the city of freedom, harsh words thrown at you, spoiled fruits and rocks were thrown as well, followed by a pursuit, lead by the Acting Grand Master herself, Jean.

You knew this would come, for you are the Creator of Teyvat, are you not? All the Archons can only imagine what powers you hold, but for you, it was simple, what your will wants, Teyvat will follow without hesitation. If you wish to peer into the future, then the void will rip itself apart, and for you to see what is to come.

And so you knew, that the people of Monsdstadt, would hurl curses and insults at you, rather than praises and compliments. Rocks and sticks, rather than flowers and perfume. While it...hurts you, you understand their pain. You were a kind god, were you not? A smart one as well.

So now, standing before you, was a kneeling Venti, Barbatos, the tone-deaf bard as that little flying fairy would call him, Paimon was it? Ah, no matter, you’ll inquire the Traveler, Lumine, about it later on.

“Please, forgive me, my Creator! Forgive Monsdtadt!”

Shaking, tears falling from his lovely eyes that should’ve shone happiness and peace, rather than this fear struck expression of his.

As soon as word began to reach that, you were truly the Creator, the Archons that once hunted you down, now begged and kneeled before you.

But you already knew the outcome. You already decided what you were going to do. 

When the Archons begged, you uttered a simple command.

“Return to your nations, I will come to you. Do not fret, I am not angry.”

Your voice carried power, as soon as your sentence was finished, the sky roared with thunder that even Ei can never muster in her full power.

Teyvat really needs to calm the down, you thought.

“Rise, Venti. Do not kneel, did I not said I was not angry?” You spoke gently, causing the Archon to shakenly stand up, but remained fearful, fearful of the fact they tried to harm their beloved God, “Venti...do not be afraid, look at me in the eye, now.”

As gentle as you were, you remained firm. Like a grip of a loving mother, disciplining their child.

With your order, Venti slowly looks up, to see your soft eyes staring at him, eyes filled not with hate, malice, anger, but rather your eyes was filled to the brim, with love. The same love that you carried for Teyvat, and for it’s people.

“Oh...Creator...” Venti cried harder and harder, a chuckle escapes you as Venti knew that you have forgiven not only him, but for the people of Monsdstadt, your arms gently wrapped around his neck, pulling him into a warm embrace.

“Cry if you must, my child...let your tears out, I have forgiven you...and I have forgiven all of my children, long before.” You whisper into his ear, as Venti buried his face to your shoulder.

“We do not deserve you, what have we done, to deserve you, Creator...” Venti spoke between sobs.

Your smile never left.

“Venti, you are my child. I have always loved you, and I have always loved this world, and it’s dwellers.” 

You two remained in the embrace, as you sat down, the earth behind you slowly rises up, letting you lay against the soft stone as you cradled Venti to your chest, who cried more and more.

You knew, that this would happen, of course, this was your will.

Your will, to love them, even if they forsakened you.