#on the other hand though. if you don't trust the individual with whom you have to authenticate for the service they have a monopoly over

[megid0nt]

obnoxious that I can't just use a computer to do the things I've always used computers to do, now I have to use two different computers including one with specialized hardware for interfacing with an entirely different network of interdevice communication. I don't wanna turn on goddamn mfa, and it's insufferable when I have to goddamn pull out another hundreds of dollars of tech just to be allowed to use your site's search (because you forbid it unauthenticated)

[linkemon]

Start in your head (Yuri Plisetsky x Reader)

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"ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʙᴀʟʟᴇᴛ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛꜱ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ." ᴍᴀᴋꜱɪᴍ ᴡᴏɪᴛɪᴜʟ

ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: 1. ᴘɪʀᴏᴢʜᴋɪ ɪꜱ ᴀ ʀᴜꜱꜱɪᴀɴ ᴅᴇʟɪᴄᴀᴄʏ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ 2. ꜰᴏᴜᴇᴛᴛᴇ́ ɪꜱ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛᴏʀʏ ꜱᴛᴇᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴏʀᴍ ᴀ ᴘɪʀᴏᴜᴇᴛᴛᴇ

[Reader] looked around the rink. She had been coming here for a week in a row and these visits promised to be a new, quite interesting tradition. Partly because she enjoyed teasing Yuri on most occasions and it was an interesting new form of an old game. Whenever the boy saw that she came to stare, he immediately gave her the best kind of taunts. The day before yesterday, he even deliberately extended the training to see if the girl would leave. However, he failed to achieve the intended effect and she returned with him chattering all the way.

— What are you doing here again, you idiot?

— Nice to see you too, Plisetsky. — She grinned so widely that Yuri swore her jaw was about to stretch.

It was hard for him to admit it to himself but deep in his heart he was surprised at her behaviour. Most people hated him from the beginning (or didn't want to be friends with him after some time). He weeded out a lot of those individuals who fit into the two categories because he didn't want to associate with them. Apart from his fans and family, with whom he already had problems, he was left with only a small group of people who wanted to see him and whom he allowed to do so. And she was slowly starting to belong to that group.

— I told you not to come. — He started unlacing his skates.

— Nothing new. — She leaned against the board. — Today we're going to town.

— For what reason? — he huffed.

— They opened a Russian food stand near the park and are selling pirozhki.

This was his weak spot. [Reader] knew well how much Yuri appreciated his grandfather's delicacies.

The boy was aware that the taste probably wouldn't be as good as what he usually ate but the thought of a warm buns after training almost made his mouth water.

— Okay, let's go. — They better be edible, though — he muttered.

The walk to the park consisted mainly of [Reader's] monologue but it was nothing new. Since the ballerina arrived with Lilia Baranovskaya, he managed to say goodbye to silence for long moments.

—... and then I do a pirouette, and she says... — she stopped abruptly. — Wait a second!

The skater was about to comment on how he wouldn't freeze like a fool on the street in sub-zero temperatures when he saw where the girl had turned.

— Who is sweet and charming? Who is? You are!

[Reader] was just lifting an adorable, furry, ginger ball into the air. The kitten snuggled into her shoulder, clearly craving warmth.

At the same time, his second, less trusting companion appeared around the corner and, after sniffing the girl's shoes, he gave up her company in favour of Plistesky.

He looked a bit like Potya, so he started stroking his fluffy head without hesitation. He already missed his pet.

— I don't think they're strays — [Reader] said, examining the collar that should have a contact address on it.

Before she could add anything, a young couple with a child turned from the main street into an alley.

A little girl who was missing several baby teeth stopped shedding tears as soon as she found the kittens. As if on cue, both of them obediently jumped from the teenagers' arms and wandered over to her.

She mumbled a thank you, which her parents told her to repeat, and then disappeared.

— It's a pity. — [Reader] glanced at her now empty hands.

— It's not a pity. They found the owners.

— I know but still... — An unfinished thought hung in the air.

Without any further obstacles, they finally managed to reach the booth. The girl had to admit that it looked quite pretty in the pastel colors of the Russian flag, lit by a row of light bulbs.

While standing in line, she managed to argue with Yuri three times. The customers closest to them looked at them strangely and parents covered their children's ears. And when they reached the ordering stage, she was afraid that the seller simply wouldn't serve the two of them because his murderous look indicated exactly that. However, nothing like that happened and she received her pirozhki.

The girl sniffed it, and then reluctantly bit into her portion.

— Wow, it's sooo good! — She looked at the filling, trying to guess the composition of the it in the dim light of the lamps.

— Tch — he snorted. — My grandfather makes better ones — he said but he ate the rest of his portion.

After this trip, it turned out that it was the first but not the last.

[Reader] liked Russian food so much that she dragged the boy to the booth every day, ordering new delicacies.

The system added a new item to the menu every day and worked quite efficiently. When they were halfway through the list, one fateful afternoon occurred.

It was starting to get dark. The boy's training was almost over and the girl still hadn't shown up at the ice rink. Baranovskaya stood by the board, which never happened at this time. As usual, she was accompanied by a careful look and a frown.

Yuri drove towards her in a fluid movement.

— Was [Reader] here?

The question, short and to the point, required the same type of answer.

— NO.

— If she does show up, tell her to come to me. It's true that she took second place and she can do better but for God's sake! Instant break down? We have to fill out these papers and she disappears right after the competition. — She waved the stack of papers angrily and walked away.

The skater had no desire to return to training. He left the rink, wondering if [Reader] had told him anything about the ballet competition. However, he came to the conclusion that despite letting some information out through the other ear, he would still remember something so important.

It was hard for him to admit it to himself but the ballet mistress's words and tone worried him.

He searched the Internet for recent news. The photo in a recently published article showed the lucky winner of the gold medal. However, it was not [Reader]. He managed to find an amateur video showing the performance of the girl and her competitors.

He called her once but only silence answered on the phone.

With quiet hope in his heart, he decided to go to the park. It was a bull's-eye. It's true that the girl, although she didn't choose their usual bench, didn't really hide. Her cheeks and nose were pink from the frost, and delicate snowflakes settled on her hair. Moreover, she was bathed in the dull light of the park lamps. She would have looked beautiful if the image hadn't been spoiled by her red eyes from crying. [Reader] held the unfinished pirozhki in her hand, her eyes fixed on the dead center. She only broke out of her trance when she saw familiar shoes and their owner a few meters in front of her.

— What are you doing here, idiot? Baranovskaya is looking for you — he huffed.

— Then call her and tell her I'm here — she replied in a flat voice.

Yuri was speechless. The girl had never seemed so emotionless to him.

— I won't handle things for you, call her yourself — he provoked again.

— I'm not going anywhere. — She shrugged. — Nothing will happen if I don't sign these papers. I want to quit.

— What exactly? — He frowned.

— Ballet. — She bit into her food. — I've spent a lot of time here today thinking about it, and I think it's a pretty good idea. No more training and competitions. I will finally be able to return to normal school. Plus, seeing family every day sounds good too. I won't have to spend half my life abroad. By the way, you're a damn hypocrite. You kept saying that I was dragging you here by force and now you came of your own free will.

This was too much for the boy. Her condition, so different from what he had been accustomed to over the past weeks, was getting on his nerves. He couldn't deal with it.

— Have you gone completely crazy? — He asked in the coldest tone [Reader] had ever heard from him.

Yuri pinched the bridge of his nose, sighed, and then sat down on the bench next to her.

— I saw both performances online. You may be on a similar level but you are better than her. Just look at your fouetté at the end. Those damn judges must have been blind when they gave you half a point less.

The girl raised her head to look at his face. She had rarely seen him talk about something with such conviction. She was ashamed to admit it but she didn't suspect Yuri of ever being able to give anyone a compliment. For that reason, however, this one had a stronger effect on her than most she had heard about her dancing before.

The Yuri's green eyes seemed sincere. The decision she had made that afternoon now seemed to her like a less than fantastic vision, driven by the impulse of failure.

— I'm grateful but...

— If you think I'm just saying this because I want to comfort you, then...

— That's not what I meant — she quickly denied. — I appreciate what you said but I still need to think about whether I want to enter the next competition. Go back and tell Lilia not to worry.

— But if you do, just know that at the next competition I'm going to sit in the audience and watch you beat the crap out of all of them and...

— Yuri!

The boy rolled his eyes and stood up from the bench. [Reader] did one of the most spontaneous things she had ever done. She ran to him and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.

— Thank you again — she whispered and returned to her seat.

The Russian smiled to himself, feeling a feeling of warmth spread throughout his body.

That night neither of them could sleep.

[welp-back-on-my-bs]

I was sent on a mission by @tako-cafe and I fucked cooked

TW: Yandereness, asylums, dacryophilia, implied non-con, medical malpractice, drugging, mental health struggles, attempted suicide, reader AT LEAST has depression(could be a misdiagnosis)

Going into the Cursed Asylum wasn't your first choice. It wasn't anyone's. The name alone implied that. But, you didn't have any money. You donated it all. Along with the man who saved you, whom you have dubbed 'the King', has taken you there.

The place was odd... for a free facility, it was very well maintained and the food was actually really good. There weren't too many other patients there, though.

There was Liam, who, like you, was saved by the King after giving up his fortune to charities. He often puts on one man plays that are amazing. It's sometimes hard to tell he is suffering.

Then there is Ellis, who you could never figure out the financial status of before this, but he seemed to always worry about those around him. He is a very kind soul. You sometimes wonder what brought him here.

Then there was Elbert, you were surprised that an earl was enrolled into a facility like this one. But he explained that one of the doctors was a trusted friend of his and that he wouldn't have anyone else treat him alone.

You hoped that that friend treated him well...

As for the staff of the facility, there was the gaurd known as Harrison. He got along well with Liam, often attending the shows. He did well with his work and is able to send anyone back to their room after talking to him. He is really chill and shares some candy whenever you two talk.

There was Doctor Jazza, a cold and strict man. He always scared you and sometimes would tease you or the patients. You hoped none had to actually go to him for talk therapy.

Nurse Sylvatica is often around Elbert, so it's easy to assume that he is the friend that he mentioned. He goes around to the patients, giving out medications. He also mentioned to you that he will get you things for a price. You never followed up on that with him.

There was the owner of the facility, Victor. He is such a sweet and caring man, often doing his best to be sure that the patients are cared for well and at their happiest. It surprised you to learn that he was the one making the meals.

The King is a donner of the asylum, making sure that the residents are well cared for. Aparantly, when you leave, he personally finds a job that fits the individual well and makes sure to keep their individual needs in mind. Truely a kind man, you wonder why you never got his name, though.

Finally, you have your own doctor. Doctor Barrel, he is quite odd and teasing. Sometimes reminding you of a big brother messing around with his younger siblings. But he is the one who writes the prescriptions for all the patients, so everyone has to have been through him. But he has chosen to keep working with you instead of handing your file over to Doctor Jazza. You really couldn't be happier for that one.

"Has any of your family come to see you yet, Y/N?" Doctor Barel asked, concern in his tone.

You shook your head. They definitely hated you for your selfish actions. But what can you do now?

The doctor sighed and wrote that down, "And how are you getting along with the other paitents. Harrison hasn't told me of any scuffles, so there isn't any physical violence"

"I'm getting along well with Liam, Ellis, and Elbert. They have been treating me well along with the rest of the staff."

"Minus Jazza and Sylvatica, I persume?"

"Yeah, those two are still them after all..." You sighed a bit.

He nodded and wrote down some things. "How have you been sleeping?"

"I've been getting more and more tired... is it the medication? Or just the depression?"

"That would be the depression Y/N. Remember, it makes you tired and wanting to give up on things."

You nodded in understanding, "Should I fight it then...?"

"I don't think so, since everything outside of that seems to be going well. Let yourself rest when your body tells you it needs it."

You nodded, accepting the information given. Why should you doubt an expert after all?

You two continued talking as he taught you different ways to help you through your struggles. By the end of the session, you were falling asleep.

Doctor Barel chuckled softly. "You should head back to your room Y/N. You've had a long day with me."

You nodded as he helped you to your room, quickly falling onto your bed and sleeping happily.

The next morning, when you woke up next, you were glad that you didn't feel sore.

Sometimes, after a meeting with Doctor Barel, you would wake up through the next day sore. He always explained it as just being extra tired after a meeting, but none else experienced it...

Then, there was a knock on the door before... Doctor Barel? What was he doing here?

"I see you're confused, I'm taking over for Alfons today due to him feeling under the weather"

"Oh... I hope he feels better soon"

Doctor Barel chuckled softly and smiled gentley at you. "I'm sure he will. He tends to bounce back from these things."

You nodded as you took the medication he gave you along with eating the food. Oddly enough, he stayed by you. Watching you.

Sleepy... so... sleepy...

You fell onto Doctor Barel's lap, hearing a soft chuckle and a hand on your head.

"You have always been so cute as you slept..."

Wakeing up again, you saw that you were still in Doctor Barels lap. What was going on?

"Good morning, sleepy head," he hummed softly.

"What happend Do-"

"Call me Roger." He corrected

"What happened, Roger...?"

"You got tired after taking your medication. So you went back to sleep."

You couldn't help but cry. That meant you were getting worse, right? That the depression just continued to persist? That you were broken and unable to be fixed? Right?

Roger smiled at you. "You look beautiful when you cry..." Before he kissed you.

'Beautiful when you...'

The times you woke up sore, it was after you cried in an appointment with him.

No- nonono- he didn't - he wouldnt?- right?-

You cried more as he headed your face, kissing you more passionately, groping at your body.

Then what was he doing right now?

"Why...?"

That only earned a chuckle from Roger "because you're perfect for me. You're never going to leave. You'll never have to worry about a thing again."

[astrojulia]

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11th house through the signs

ARIES: You have a natural ability to connect with others and form meaningful friendships, and you enjoy spending time with people who share your interests and passion for physical activities. While your outgoing nature can sometimes create confusion about the nature of your relationships, you are always willing to lend a helping hand to those you care about and value their trust and loyalty in return. Your courage, resourcefulness, and determination are key strengths that can help you achieve your goals and fulfill your dreams. Building strong and lasting friendships can also provide support and encouragement on your journey. You thrive in group settings and enjoy socializing with others, though you may find that some friendships lack depth and don't last long. As someone who is attuned to the dynamics of groups, you are quick to notice and address any negative behavior, such as dishonesty or insincerity. While this can sometimes be challenging, you have the drive and stamina to effect positive change and revitalize the collective spirit of your social circles.

TAURUS: In making new friends, you tend to seek out individuals with whom you share common interests and values, creating lasting and meaningful relationships. You place great value on the people in your life, and while you may not have a large social circle, you cherish the relationships you do have. You enjoy spending time with friends, often engaging in creative activities that bring you joy and fulfillment. As you work towards your goals, your friendships play a crucial role in your success. By working with friends who share your interests, you can achieve great things together. You approach your objectives with patience and planning, knowing that hard work and determination will help you reach your desired outcome. Along the way, your close friendships provide support, encouragement, and opportunities for growth. While you may face challenges in finding your place in society, you have a strong sense of security and fulfillment in your personal relationships. You are selective in who you choose to associate with, knowing that the right friendships can lead to wealth accumulation and other promising opportunities. Your approach to building and maintaining relationships is a key factor in your overall happiness and success.

GEMINI: You're someone who tends to attract a wide variety of friends, though not all of them may end up being long-term companions. You have a real appreciation for people who are intellectually stimulating and those who work in fields like journalism or publishing. Whenever you travel or visit new places, you tend to have plenty of opportunities to make new acquaintances. At the same time, it's essential to keep in touch with your old friends through regular communication, as this can be really beneficial. One thing to bear in mind is that friendships can be unpredictable and may change over time, but that's just part of life's ebb and flow. Your aspirations and goals are likely to evolve as well, and that's perfectly fine – change can often be a good thing, especially if you're aiming high. You have plenty of casual friends who you enjoy spending time with, and you need social interaction to keep your mind stimulated. It's not uncommon for you to have several dreams or goals that you're working towards simultaneously, or to switch between them frequently. You're adaptable within your social circle, but sometimes, too much change can lead to conflicts or misunderstandings. By focusing on improving your communication skills, you can overcome any negative tendencies and create stronger, more fulfilling relationships with those around you.

CANCER: You have some amazing friendships in your life, and you value them deeply. Your friends are like family, and you cherish these relationships which tend to last a lifetime. You love to have fun and socialize, especially at home where you feel most comfortable. Your home is a place where you can be yourself, and it's the perfect setting for creating new memories with loved ones. The idea of owning a plot of land and building your dream home excites you. You have a knack for design, and with the help of your talented friends, you know you can create something truly special. You also have a strong desire to start a family and pass on your family traditions to your children. You love hosting dinner parties and get-togethers with your close-knit group of friends. You are always there for them, and they are always there for you. You also have a big heart and enjoy giving back to those in need whenever you can. When working in a group, you fully immerse yourself in the project and enjoy collaborating with others. You are highly sociable and enjoy inviting colleagues and acquaintances to your home. However, you are also careful about who you share your future plans and ideas with, as they are precious to you.

LEO: Your outgoing personality and positive attitude attract many people to you, and you have a talent for forming close friendships. You love spending time with young people and kids look up to you with admiration and respect. You'll meet people from diverse backgrounds with interests in science, literature, art, and philosophy, which makes for an exciting social life. Your closest friends often seek your guidance and advice on personal issues, and they appreciate your sense of fairness and impartiality. As time goes on, you'll have more opportunities to connect with influential people in society and business, and your long-time friends may even help you achieve your biggest dreams and aspirations. You have a natural leadership ability and stand out among your peers. While you have a wide circle of acquaintances, you also have a small group of loyal friends whom you cherish. You aspire to be well-respected and admired, and you know that having a powerful supporter can help you achieve your goals. You always strive to meet their expectations because of the deep respect you have for them. You put a lot of effort into your work, always seeking out creative and innovative ways to achieve your objectives without breaking the bank. Overall, you're a positive, outgoing, and friendly person who values the people in your life.

VIRGO: You are a true social butterfly and thrive on being around people. As a friend, you are always reliable, thoughtful, and attentive to the needs of others. You love being part of a group and contribute to the dynamics of any club or organization. However, you can be a bit demanding of those who don't meet your expectations, but hey, everyone has their standards! You tend to click well with people who work in educational institutions, newspapers, publishing firms, bookstores, and research institutes. Short and mid-range travel is an excellent way for you to explore new places and meet new people. You're also into health, cleanliness, pets, diet, and working engagement, which are all great topics for conversations. Compatibility is essential to you, and you prefer to have a small but tight-knit circle of friends that you have chosen with care. While you don't have many friends, the ones you do have are fiercely loyal and always there to support you in any way they can. You have a practical approach to achieving your goals, and you're not afraid to put in the work required to make them a reality. You know that the fulfillment of your deepest desires and dreams is not only about being precise with your criteria but also about being flexible and adaptable to different situations.

LIBRA: Having this placement means you're in for a treat when it comes to friends, happiness, and good fortune. You've got that charm factor that effortlessly attracts people, making it super easy for you to make new friends. In fact, you're often considered one of their closest buddies. It's like you have this magnetic personality that draws people to you. You've got specific interests that naturally bring you in touch with others who share the same passions. Whether it's art centers, gardens, parks, salons, hairdressing businesses, or even the worlds of interior design and architecture, you're likely to find connections and establish strong bonds in these areas. Oh, and let's not forget the music scene! It's a whole other world where you can thrive and connect with fellow music lovers. The good news is that your hopes and dreams stand a great chance of coming true in due time. You're the peacemaker, the one who brings people together and acts as a mediator when conflicts arise among your buddies. You've got a big circle of friends, and you genuinely care about each and every one of them. Who knows, you might even find true love within your friend group! Sometimes, though, you might feel a bit unsure about what you truly want in life. But hey, that's okay! You've got a unique perspective on collective issues within your social group, and you're always there to lend a helping hand and find solutions that benefit everyone. Your ability to work effectively as part of a team has a positive impact on your life, and it helps you develop some seriously awesome diplomatic skills.

SCORPIO: So, when it comes to your friends and close acquaintances, you're the kind of person who forms strong connections. You're all about staying in touch with people who share common interests, whether it's running a business together or enjoying recreational activities. If you hang out around marinas, ports, or go on fishing trips and recreational boating adventures, you've got a great chance to meet new people and build friendships. And hey, sometimes those friendships with folks of the opposite sex can even turn into romantic relationships. Just make sure everyone's on the same page and no one's cheating on their partner. Jealousy and anger can pop up among your less close friends, but it really depends on your own attitude and perspective. You're drawn to influential friends who share your outlook on life. You're picky about who you associate with, but once you've chosen your crew, you're loyal as can be. You can get totally captivated by your goals and work tirelessly to achieve them. And because you've got that natural entrepreneurial spirit, you know how to rally others to help you succeed. You're all about managing the team, setting clear goals that everyone's invested in, and of course, looking out for yourself too. Anything that happens within your social circle is taken to heart, and you attach a lot of emotions and meaning to it.

SAGITTARIUS: You're a fun and entertaining companion who loves to travel and explore the world with friends or in groups. You also enjoy setting your own unique goals for the future. There's a strong sense of camaraderie among your close buddies, and everyone loves to have a good time and be in a festive mood. Engaging in indoor or outdoor activities and sports together can enhance everyone's enjoyment. Watching sports events can also bring people together, whether it's at a stadium, racetrack, or gathering around the TV. Who knows, you might even have a knack for making some profitable bets at the racetrack. When it comes to going abroad or combining business with travel in foreign countries, you can be sure to meet fascinating individuals. Making friends comes naturally to you, even though some may come and go in their own time and way. Your deepest aspirations and desires may change as circumstances evolve, but your closest friends will always be interested in and supportive of your goals. You have friends from various backgrounds, although most of them are just buddies. You enjoy engaging with people who can have spirited debates with you. Your ambitions are grand, and no matter how big they may seem, you have the ability to make them a reality.

CAPRICORN: When you were younger, you might have been a bit shy, but as you've grown older, you've gained confidence, making it easier for you to form solid and lasting friendships. Your business associates can even become close personal pals, and being part of a club or organized group can connect you with people who share your broad interests. Friendship is something you take seriously, so you tend to be cautious about getting too attached too quickly. Your aspirations and goals drive you to work hard and achieve greater success both economically and socially. As you enter the second half of your life, you can expect the fruits of your labor and planning to bring you greater rewards and a sense of accomplishment. You may not have a large circle of friends, but the ones you do have are cherished. You're willing to put friendships on hold until you feel you've accomplished your life objectives. You're a hard worker, determined to make your dreams a reality, and you don't rely on anyone's help. Above all, you value consistency in yourself and others, always striving to build unshakable security against various challenges. So, when selecting friends, you prioritize qualities like dependability and a conservative mindset.

AQUARIUS: This house is all about your long-term outlook and it attracts some seriously interesting people into your life. They may be a bit quirky, and their ideas can be pretty progressive or even radical. You're naturally drawn to forming friendships with folks from different ethnicities, faiths, or cultures. Your friends are known to be unique characters, and you absolutely love them for standing out in a crowd. Inventors, aviators, scientists, educators, and leaders of avant-garde movements are just a few of the cool pals you have. You've got idealistic aspirations, and your strong altruistic side makes you an awesome friend to those who are fighting for a worthy cause. You're all about hanging out with intriguing, creative, and one-of-a-kind individuals. Group settings bring out the best in you, and you might have a bit of rebellious streak in you. Your dreams have that special touch, and you're not afraid to take unconventional paths to make them come true. Sometimes even the smallest change in your life can lead to parting ways with someone you once considered close. But hey, here's the upside: you connect easily with younger people. Working with teenagers and young adults is more your jam. You have the skills and expertise to relate to them and you know how to handle a group of people.

PISCES: You naturally desire warm and personal friendships, and you enjoy building relationships with individuals who can be your companions. Being there for others in times of need or when a friend is unwell and requires assistance comes easily to you. While you may develop long-lasting friendships, there may also be many people who enter your life and then leave, some leaving a lasting impact that may fade with time. Due to your empathetic nature, it's important for you to be discerning in choosing your friends, as some may take advantage of your helpfulness and urge you to make sacrifices on their behalf. Your aspirations and goals are typically modest, and you find contentment in your life's achievements. You're willing to go to great lengths for your friends, but it's crucial to accept them for who they are and recognize your own boundaries. You have a generous nature, often giving more than you have. Your dreams often revolve around helping others or are filled with wonder. When you make mistakes or disappoint your loved ones, you experience a lot of self-imposed pressure and may be too hard on yourself. It's also possible to feel let down by someone you considered a friend, leading to self-criticism.

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[halucygeno]

The beauty of Дурак (2014)'s ending (+ one thing I wish they had done differently)

Well, as you might surmise by the title, this post will spoil the general plot and ending of Yuri Bykov's 2014 film "Durak" ("The Fool"), so to anyone who hasn't seen it yet, take this as my enthusiastic recommendation and go find some way to watch it.

Spoilers are under the "keep reading" divider.

So, I'm sure everybody noticed that in the final scene, alongside Nikitin, one of the bystanders in the crowd gets beaten up.

Once the mob clears off, we see this anonymous person crawl up to Nikitin and shake him, presumably trying to get some sort of response and see if he's okay.

Finally, having gotten no response, they limp back towards the tenement.

It goes without saying, but the decision to have this person wear a hooded jacket is deliberate. They're not supposed to be an individual character to whom we can attach a face or voice, but rather a stand-in for any random stranger one might encounter.

We don't know anything about them. I can only presume they were beaten up because they believed Nikitin and helped him alert/evacuate the tenants, leading the mob to think they were working together. That, or maybe they tried to stop Nikitin's beating (though this isn't reflected in their movement within the crowd). Either way, they were trying to help somehow.

And just like Nikitin was some random plumber who happened to notice the building was unstable and tried to save the people inside, this random person heard Nikitin's warning and decided to believe him. Even after getting a beating for their trouble, they still showed compassion by checking to see if he was ok.

I feel like the intention of this scene was to introduce some much needed tonal ambiguity to this extreme downer of an ending, as well as hint at a hopeful message that would dissuade viewers from a purely cynical reading of the story.

Despite the film being called "the fool", Nikitin's core character trait is not stupidity. His actions are definitely portrayed as naïve, but the film puts much greater focus on his compassion, initiative and determination - his refusal to fall into apathy and indolence when other people's lives are on the line.

An "idiot" is what he's judged as by other people who view his efforts as futile. There's one person who is very entitled to this view: his wife, whose life he accidentally destroys without consideration. But the others are all some degree of selfish and corrupt. They disparage Nikitin (and Nikitn's father) because his moral integrity contrasts so strongly with, and therefore highlights, their own decadence. Dismissing his actions as naïve or stupid acts less as an indictment against him, and more as a justification for their own apathy.

And in the end, the film seems to take their side: Nikitn's idealism fails completely - he ruins himself and his family, while the people in charge wash their hands of responsibility and do nothing. Even those who he's trying to help turn against him.

So to have this random stranger show concern for Nikitin in this final moment, when the whole world has seemingly rejected him... it feels very powerful. It's like the film is saying that despite everything, Dmitry is not alone; there are good people out there, we just don't notice because they blend in with everyone else.

There's only one thing I wish the film had done differently: I wish this person had limped away from the tenement rather than towards it.

If this stranger truly trusted Nikitin and still cared for him, even after being beaten up, it would've felt appropriate if they had heeded his warning and stayed out of their apartment, at least for the day. (I don't know, stayed at a friend's place, or at a restaurant or a library - just somewhere away from the building).

This wouldn't lessen the ending's ambiguity - we still wouldn't know if Nikitn's calculations were accurate, whether the building was truly at risk of imminent collapse. Even if he was right, he would still be a Cassandra whose warnings went ignored by a vast majority of the tenants. But if he was right (if the audience believes he was), then having the hooded person limp away from the building would suggest that he at least saved them; his struggle wouldn't have been completely in vain.

It would be poetic, really. Nikitin would've completely destroyed himself in exchange for the life of this one stranger - the only one good enough to reciprocate his kindness. I feel like it would've strengthened the glimmer of hope already hinted at by the ending, while still maintaining the generally dark, depressing tone.

But hey, that's just my opinion. Maybe it was crucial to the film's message that Nikitn's actions truly accomplish nothing, to show that sometimes, there is absolutely zero reward for doing the right thing. Who knows. I'm just some guy, writing down my thoughts.

Welp, I don't know how to conclude this, so, um... good movie! Good melodrama, very clear, very concise. Up there as one of my favourites.

[oathbreakerapologist]

OOOOOH AN ASK MEME FOR GHOST!! I hope you don’t mind that I am sending you SEVERAL numbers at once - 9, 13, 14, 19, 20 - if it please you (I also hope you’ll get to elaborate more on him in perhaps more backstory writing in AO3? The latest chapter was SO GOOD… I want to put your genderless murder machine in my mouth and chew on him like a dog toy.)

Thank you so much for the questions! I totally do not mind and in fact am very happy to get to answer so many fun ones :)) And thank you for the kind words on the last chapter!! I will almost certainly be posting more writing about him eventually—I write about him a ton, most of which is not anywhere near polished enough to post (and a lot of which is just very written-with-one-hand porn of him lmao), but there's always more in the pipeline. Also, I think he'd enjoy being chewed on.

9. Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?

I have a whole bunch of songs that remind me of him (everything reminds me of him...) but my top pick for lyrics that remind me of him has to be the opening of Vore by Sleep Token:

You have become / The voice in my head / Only recourse we're left after death / Your viscera welcome me in

(In particular, I think of those lyrics as performed in the first 30 seconds or so of this live recording of the song.)

13. If you met your OC, would the two of you get along?

I would be very afraid of him. It would almost certainly go poorly for me. But honestly, if I could meet him in a scenario in which I was certain I wouldn't end up murdered/tortured/etc., we'd probably annoy each other (his high energy would wear me out so quickly, and some of my more intellectual tendencies would piss him off.) He's maybe the most personally significant character I've ever had, and I love him so dearly, and also I don't think we'd get along.

14. How does your OC want to be seen by other characters?

Ghost has a very poor conceptual framework for how other people think; while he's sensitive to how others behave towards him, he's rarely interested in why they behave the way they do. Because of that, I'm not sure that he has any desire to be seen in any particular way. He believes others ought to treat him in certain ways—that he ought to be the recipient of their reverence, desire, and most importantly fear—but a convincing performance of as much to mask a lack of feeling is better than an unexpressed occurrence of such a feeling (though pre-tadpoling, he was harder to fool about such things).

For the most part, he sees himself as something so far removed from other people that their internal lives are immaterial to him. He is something brought upon them, something inflicted upon the world, a disease embodied, something inevitable. When all he craves from another is to be their destroyer, does it matter what they think of him? They will know him as their doom when it matters, in the moment before the final wound.

The exception to this rule is, naturally, the person or persons to whom he's enmeshed himself. With these individuals (Orin in his pre-tadpoling life and in his return canon, Astarion in his campaign canon, alternatively a Tav or another character in an AU), he is deeply concerned with what they think of him, but in a rather roundabout way. Such a relationship depends on him believing the other person trusts, loves, admires, and respects him. If it turns out that the other person was only feigning their displays of those feelings, he would feel that he's been manipulated, and he is particularly sensitive to feeling that way on account of his history of imprisonment and control. In that sense, he's invested in how such a partner actually sees him, and he wants it to align with how they behave towards him.

19. How does your OC behave when enraged?

He goes through a couple different phases of anger. At first, when he's angry but not yet overwhelmed by rage, he almost appears calm compared to his usual intense affect. Rather than being almost constantly in motion, he's suddenly very still, intent, and sharply focused. He speaks more shortly and more quietly. By some measures, he's arguably closer to acting "normal" than usual. And yet, it's scary to witness, in a deep-seated, even primal, way that raises the hair on the back of one's neck; he goes from seeming eccentric, imposing, and unsettling to seeming like a predatory animal with its prey in its sight.

When even this threshold has been surpassed, when he's truly overcome with anger, he circles right around to energetic intensity again, though now unstoppably, irrepressibly violent. If he cannot harm another, he will injure himself, not out of any particularly will to self-harm, but simply because he cannot resist the desire to hurt something.

(This might be a bit reminiscent of his behavior towards the end of that most recent chapter.)

20. Does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest?

In the sort of deeply-entangled, obsessive relationships he tends to end up in, he rarely gets jealous. I've described his lack of jealousy vis-à-vis Orin elsewhere, but the gist of it is that when he is enmeshed with another person, he trusts that they will care as little about others as he does (and that's generally true of the sorts of people he's inclined to end up in relationships with).

This attitude serves some practical purposes—it's a lot easier to operate as a serial murderer when you can reliably take people home to be thirds, fourths, and more with a partner who's either similarly bloodthirsty or indulgent of your bloodthirst. This is a preferred modus operandi for him, particularly with Orin.

[telltalebatman]

7 from the grumpy prompts for pinnguin pls c:

this is set in a very convoluted arkhamverse au that exists only in my heart, basically what if the events of my bat game were also a part of the rocksteady arkham series canon. what if rocksteady pengy was MY pengy lmao

7. “I can never say ‘no’ to you, can I?”

Penguin's men paid her a visit when she was visiting her cousin in Blüdhaven.

Or rather: they kidnapped her from her cousin's home, in the middle of the day. By no means was that her first rodeo; she knew what to expect the moment she opened the front door and looked at their faces. One of them - barely out of boyhood - she even recognized; Richter, they called him. A nice kid; good with computers. Used to be a part of the Riddler's crew - until Nygma grew jealous of Richter's intellectual potential and tried to get him killed.

As they pulled out a sack to put over her head, Charlie only sighed.

"Just a moment, boys," she said, turning around. "Annie," she called out to her cousin. "Don't worry. Don't tell Nightwing. Okay," she added, turning back to face the men outside. "Proceed."

By all means, they were cautious with her; gentle, even. Probably way gentler than they'd be had she not been known as their boss's flame.

Finally - after a lengthy, bumpy ride - she was lead out of the car, sat in a chair, and had the sack pulled off her head cautiously, as to not disturb her hair; and as she blinked a few times, her eyes trying to adjust to the bright light - Penguin, her beloved, patted her on the shoulder gently.

"Good to see you, darling," he said softly. "Now, I... Probably should apologize."

"Yeah," she said with a sigh. "You should. I mean, really, Oswald? You could've just texted me. Or did your phone explode again?" she added, rolling her eyes angrily; to be fair, his phone exploding wasn't even his fault. Black Mask had Riddler program Oswald's phone to explode after receiving a text from her; and it did - except one thing Mask and Riddler failed to anticipate was the phone not being held by the Penguin as the text arrived. "Annie's son wanted to play Minecraft with me."

"And have you snatched away by that glowstick twerp? Na-ah-ah," Oswald said, shaking his head. "Not a chance."

"Right, 'cause Nightwing's known to torture his suspects," she said, rolling her eyes again. "Worst he can do is talk my ears off."

can he though? i'm used to men who never shut up. case in point: a certain bird-loving arms dealer.

"I know you're mad," he said with a sigh, rubbing the back of his head with his hand; and Charlie pursed her lips, crossed her arms, and looked away. Yeah - she was mad. Not about the kidnapping - that was expected. But the very reason she even was in Blüdhaven to begin with - was because she needed a breath of fresh air. After knowing Oswald for years, after sticking with him through thick and thin, after getting herself locked up in the Arkham City for him, getting kidnapped by the Joker, by Black Mask, by Victor Zsasz, by Riddler, by Bane, by Two Face, and countless other individuals who wanted to either get under Penguin's skin, or get to him, or any combination of the two, she thought she knows him. She thought they have built their relationship on honesty, on loyalty, on trust... Up until she found out that for the past months, Oswald - her beloved, the man for whom she dived headfirst into the unknown, the one for whom she risked it all - had been working with Thomas fucking Elliott. A man who hadn't just try to kill her - but literally eat her still beating heart too. He tried - and failed - to marry her mother; he tried to drive both Charlie and Eleanor insane. Hell hath no fury like an incel scorned; and Thomas was a shining example. "Charlie..."

"What?" she said, avoiding Oswald's apologetic gaze. "I'm all fucking ears, Oz."

"I've been selling him faulty weapons," Oswald said pleadingly; and Charlie had to stop herself from looking at him in disbelief. "All rigged to explode."

"Yeah?" she said, finally looking at him; and he looked back at her, and he looked a bit like a kicked puppy in the rain. "Funny how it's been six months of you two working together and nothing had exploded in his face yet."

"That's because I had to earn his trust first," Oswald said in a low, pleading whisper; suddenly, he got down on his knees, put his hands on her knees, and looked up at her; and her heart broke a little as she saw the shadows under his eyes, and his slightly sunken cheeks. "But it's going to happen any time now. The bastard's going down."

"Yeah, right," she said with a doubtful scowl. "Did you really have me kidnapped just to tell me this?"

The corners of Oswald's lips twitched slightly; and she wanted to yell and strangle him, as she instantly knew that he knows she has already mostly forgiven him. How could she not? She wasn't the only one who had risked everything for the two of them to work; back when he was sent to the Arkham City, the crime that cemented his sentence was him covering up for her killing a man in self-defense. Being in a relationship with someone normal and not a fellow criminal was always a risk; because the allure of having a normal life was always there. He had worked hard on earning her devotion; and as years had passed - she had made peace with the fact that he was the only one for her.

But then again - it did piss her off a bit that he knew that.

"No," he said, shaking his head. "I wanted to look you in the eye too. Also, I... I have a favor to ask."

ah. there it fucking is.

"No," she replied immediately; hear him out, her heart sang. "No dice."

"Come on, luv," he said pleadingly. "Please?"

"No," she repeated; the walls of her defiance were already crumbling. "Forget it. I'm done being your bait. No."

In the end - after many rounds of pleading and negotiating - she did hear him out; and she did agree to his - somewhat ludicrous - plan of using her as a bait and a negotiator for Poison Ivy. And she did allow him to kiss her, even though she kept her arms crossed and her lips pursed; but as he kissed her, and his hands caressed her - one thing lead to another, and before she knew it, they were both naked.

"I can never say no to you," she breathed out with a gasp as his lips explored her neck. "Damn you, Oswald. Damn you and your words."

"I love you too, darling," he whispered back, his breath hot against her skin. "Quiet now. Wouldn't want my boys to hear us."

you owe me much more than a quick fuck, oz. this is gonna cost you at least three chocolate soufflés... my love.

[tryst-art-archive]

March 2012: "A Sense of Place: CatHaus"

This was an assignment for a photo class. There's a write-up and a selection of photos that you've seen already, but I'll copy them here so you see how they were curated.

This is a little bit of a reconstruction on my part; I don't exactly remember what I pulled together. There was a lot of me not quite doing assignments the way they were intended to be done such as, for example, not taking new photos but using ones I had to hand instead.

------The assignment follows---->

            Cathaus has been my home for the past seven months, and will be for five more. During the year before this one, it was my refuge. At the time it consisted of five ladies living in its downstairs and three individuals – the Gruesome Twosome and a girl we will call J – living upstairs whom the downstairs ladies had unfortunately arranged to live with just before the latter three showed their true colors and thus ceased being friends of ours. That year produced a close-knit group of friends made up of those living downstairs and myself – there nearly every weekend – and so it was only natural that when the Gruesome Twosome and J moved out, that I and one other girl would move in. Unfortunately, our arrival coincided with the beginning of the slow dissolution of the Cathaus ladies’ friendship, beginning with one lady allowing her new relationship to pull her away from everyone else and the others taking unnatural offense to this occurrence.

            Cathaus as it stands now presents a difficult subject to photograph. There is the Cathaus that I intended to come to – full of love, art, ladies, and cats – and then there is the Cathaus that exists now – often divided into disparate groups and permeated with a lingering tension. Yet still there are glimpses of the Cathaus we used to have, the place where we laughed and shared secrets and shared and unbroken trust.

            In these photos, I endeavor to capture as many facets of Cathaus as possible, often using the cats it is named for as a lens. There are a myriad of feelings that accompany our current situation and my hope is that these photos will capture some of those. As I believe it is no longer possible to capture the Cathaus I love, these photos will be present but a shade of Cathaus. I intend to capture the Haus candidly, over the course of a week or two, photographing moments as they appear in an effort to construct for the outsider what this place is actually like now, in the present, bypassing the Facebook-sterile façade we generally present. This place is Cathaus, and it is in decline, though I don’t think any of us is quite sure why.

[atangledfate]

Her eyes shifted a moment at the thought of her own power. She looked at her hand, knowing full well if she wanted she could cause alot of damage. But she knew power must be tempered with compassion. Once she let her own power rule her and became a paranoid tyrant who sought to protect her realm at the expense of her peoples happiness. She didn't want to be that person again, so she embraced more of her mortal side.

" It's true, as the Daughter of Sol's Eternal Fire... I have power most mortals could only dream of. But i always prefer to avoid using it when i can. Having power does not always mean one should flaunt it... and above all else, i try to temper myself with the fires of compassion... I wonder. Should i even reveal my true nature to the people of your world? Sounds as if it might cause more conflict then it solved..."

Her mood lightened speaking on the subject of Poppy and her trials as a royal guard. She simply placed a hand on her chin with a bemused smiled.

" I'm sure you would fair well, Magic is so prevalent in my world, someone who can negate it has a distinct advantage for sure. Should things work out in your favor i shall see you are properly prepared for the next trials "

Her smile was warm at Poppy seeing how she had a true desire to see her little girl taken care of. She was doing so much to see she had the life that she didn't get. It was very clear to Blaze she would do anything to make Lilly happy even at the expense of her own. That sort of raw love was rare, and Blaze was touched by the display.

" Don't be so hard on yourself Poppy, you sound as if you have done well for yourself. Lilly seems very happy, filled with joy... and she very obviously loves her mother very much. Sometimes we need to stop back, and enjoy the little victories in life. Your Dedication to your daughter is something to be admired... "

The question concerning the medication did cause Blaze to stop but only momentarily. She took the bottle from Poppy taking a long look at it. She was no alchemist, nor a medical profession though she was more the confident the royal doctors would be able to replicate the bottle. Though it did wonder what sort of incident left the poor woman needing such permanent medication. As for schooling that was hardly a request considering the education system in Sol was something she often boasted about. She handed the bottle back to Poppy and again offered her a gentle smile.

" I will see what i can do about the Medication, i'm sure we can find someone to replicate it. As for your daughter and her education, i'm sure that is something we can discuss at length once we hear mothers decision. But yes we have a public school system, and i believe very highly in promoting higher education for all... "

" ... I do not think separating a mother and her child... conductive to either individual. I know you think this a great sacrifice... ensuring her a happy life here. But how happy do you think she would be knowing she might never see her mother again? "

She placed a hand on poppys shoulder

" Lilly needs you... no matter how altruistic this seems in your head, trust me on this. Tearing you away from her now would hurt her in ways you can't imagine... She'd spend her whole life trying to find the mother whom left her in a strange world. Or worse... she might hate you for it... no matter the outcome... it would leave a deep wound on her... and you to. "

" No, we'll find another solution if it comes to it... But i can't do that Poppy... i can't see you and your child torn from each other. I'd never be able to live with myself... "

Poppy wasn't sure how to respond with Blaze mentioning her mother had the ability to burn down an entire forest or cure people as those were two very different things so she choose not to comment. The opossum was also unsure how to respond about her mother making sure she has a physical form. Maybe it was just her, though the it seemed like the Goddess only saw Blaze as someone just meant to lead and keep things in order, though perhaps she was over thinking it. The princess did speak highly of their mother so clearly she treats her well.

"I mean, if your a the daughter of a Goddess then I'm guess you're super powerful, at least I wouldn't be surprised if you outclassed all the royal families without much effort. Doubt they'd be willing to cross you knowing that." Poppy had only seen a bit of what Blaze could do having seen them appear in a spiral of fire back at the city. It wouldn't be a far stretch to assume she could beat most anyone in a fight.

"Well, I can't say I'll passing with flying colors, though I'm sure I can pass whatever you throw at me with some practice provided I get the chance to stay here." Poppy never had a problem achieving whatever goal she set her mind to, as long as the task was physical seeing as she wasn't book smart. The opossum was sure she'd have some tough competition as she doubts the average person would try out.

"I know, though I still feel like I could be doing more, ya know?" Poppy was thankful for Blaze's kind words, though she still couldn't help beat herself up for having not done everything she wanted to do for Lily. Maybe the opossum was being too hard on herself, yet it was something she couldn't quite shake off. "I'll just have to keep doing what I can and hope I get to the point where I felt like I've done enough for her." She was glad Lily was asleep for all this, not wanting to show just how much it got to her when she felt like she wasn't doing enough for her daughter.

Poppy would make sure Lily was tucked in, giving her daughter a kiss on the forehead before following Blaze out of the room and to a balcony that gave a better view of the garden that she passed though not even moments ago. "Oh, a few small things then something major." The opossum seemed to be hesitating about something. "I was wondering if maybe someone knew how to make these?" She asked as she took a pill bottle out of her pocket. "It's medicine I take for my heart. Incident with a bearboar. I can give whoever one to see if they can make it. Also wondering if they have good schools here. Lily's is smart and I'd hate to not see her in school."

Poppy would then go quiet, looking as though she was wrestling with what she wanted to say next. "Depending on what goes down with your mom and she doesn't want us to stay, do you think you could convince her to let Lily stay?" There was clear sadness in the opossum's voice as she asked that question. "I know I'm thinking of the worst case scenario, though if I can do anything I'd be making sure Lily has a nice place to live. I know I've been asking a lot, not to mention how much you've done for me and Lily already, though this is the one thing that truly matters to me." She'd set aside everything else for her daughter to have a stable and safe life.

[tokoyamisstuff]

Chemistry Ch. 3 - Franken Stein / Reader

Summary: A conversation between you and Stein got a little out of hand.

Warnings: Slight Angst and Cussing, Implications of Smut in the End

[Masterlist]

"Not good...I'm bored."

The sun had already rose, shining through the small window behind Stein's working desk as it announced the start of a new morning. And just like this, his futile sleeping efforts so far were now completely off the table.

All night, your partner had neither been able to concentrate nor find any kind of joy out of the usual antics occupying his mind - and it was easy to guess where this was coming from.

He carefully glanced to the side, seeing you still resting peacefully on the sofa next to him, chest having ever so slightly in your sleep. Slowly feeling himself dissociating again, countless possibilities crossed his mind as he watched you, all reprehensible in their different ways.

This would have to do for now...

Not even an hour later, you awoke with a loud shriek, panicking at the foreign room before your sleep-drunk self remembered what place you're at again.

"So noisy..." Stein turned the screw in his head, the clacking and whirring sounds never failing to send shivers down your spine.

"What the fuck, Stein!" your surprised gasp quickly turned into an accusatory yell as you pulled up your shirt, just to find several marker lines drawn on your skin. "You didn't dissect me, did you?!"

"So much for your trust" was not really a sufficient answer, though the more you looked for actual incisions, the more your anger would fade. "Sorry..."

"...but wait: Did you peek under my shirt?" You took the pillow from under your head, landing a direct blow to his face. "Pervert! Creep! Go to hell!"

"You're being so dramatic..." Stein rubbed the back of his head without a hint of guilt on his face, adjusting the glasses you almost broke. "It was just a prank. You can take a shower to wash it off if you want."

"As if! No wonder no one can endure being in the same room as you without wanting to murder you at some point." Okay, maybe that was a bit harsh...

...especially when your eyes darted around the room, just to find a blanket next to your feet he apparently had covered you with last night.

You chewed the lip you were formerly pouting with, swallowing your pride as you uttered a rueful apology.

"Don't worry, I'm used to hearing worse." Even though he laughed it off as if it was nothing, that statement didn't really make you feel less miserable - at least until Stein suddenly stood in front of you, softly raising your chin. "Stop being so sensitive. I said it's alright."

"O-Okay. Let's just go, we're late again."

___

"How about you try out something else than dissecting for your lectures?"

"Like what?" That man really is beyond help sometimes... "You know, something actually useful for their duty?"

While Stein was certainly a talented and knowledgeable technician without equal, his teaching methos were more than questionable...

...which could be due to his general repulsion against any institution that ignores individuality itself.

"I'm training my students according to their distinct needs." Just like Black Star for example, whom he had given a method to lenghten the usage of Tsubaki's Uncanny Sword mode. "Mhh...whatever you say."

"Hey, you two!"

"Oh, hi Senpai!" It was almost adorable how much respect the two still had for each other - even though the two would probably never openly admit it, you could always see Stein's eyes light up a little whenever he saw his former companion.

"Hey, Spirit! The weather is nice, come sit with us!"" you greeted the Death Scythe, not letting your annoyance slip through, with Stein patting the free space next to him on the bench.

Truth be spoken: It was kind of weird how often the three of you would run into each other lately - though in Stein's presence, Spirit would not even dare to direct a wrong word at your direction.

"No, thanks. I'm good" your colleague declined politely, a stern look on his face as he asked "Y/N, could you leave us alone for a second?"

"S-Sure..." Watching your partner as you rose from your seat, his look told you he seem to know what this is about either. "I'll be waiting for you in front of the classroom, okay?"

Stein gave you a little nod, trying to calm you down with his usual, reassuring yet fake smile you could sadly see right through...

...dropping his expression as soon as you were around the corner.

"So" Spirit started the conversation, almost hilariously trying to appear tough even though everyone knew how much Stein's presence intimidated him nonetheless. "I've seen you and Y/N come to work together this morning."

"So what?" Lighting one of his disgusting cigarettes, he offered one to Spirit who reluctantly accepted. "She slept at my place."

Somehow the ultimate Death Scythe had expected some more secretiveness instead of this upfront answer - and he wasn't sure whether this was a good or bad sign.

"Now don't fuck with me!" he now grabbed the collar of Stein's lab coat, harshly pushing him against the brick wall behind them. "I'm not afraid of you anymore, I tell you! And if you're gonna play games with our valuable weapon, you're gonna be punished for sure! By me or a lot of others, it doesn't matter!"

Stein's cigarette had fallen to the ground and he exhaled deeply, blowing a small cloud of steam to Spirit's face, who in return had to cough heavily. "I guarantee you, I'm on my best behavior."

"C'mon, don't lie to me! We've seen it ourselves - she's your Soulmate, and now you're turning this fact into one of your sick experiment, right?!"

"Oh, is that so?" Stein remained stoic, almost indifferent at this revelation - on the outside, at least. "I've had a feeling, but wasn't sure myself. And Y/N is completely clueless, I think."

"...and you didn't talk to her about it?"

"I considered, but decided against it." Stein's hands were stuffed in his pockets without doing so much as defending himself. "Guess she's just better off without such a depressing truth, don't you think?"

This bond alone was no guarantee for happiness, after all. Some people are born without a Soulmate, others lose them way too early.

Just like Spirit's wife, destined to stay with a guy that runs after every woman he lays eyes on - sometimes it's not fair.

People are able to lead a fulfilled life without their Soulmates, a better one even...

...and in this specific case, Stein was sure to do you a favor.

"You've already hooked up with her, smartass. No matter what you say, you're already in way too deep!"

"We did not sleep with each other" Stein groaned in irritation, and at his words Spirit would finally let go off of him. "And I have no idea you're so invested in my private life. We're both adults."

"...anyway" the Death Scythe spat, back facing his old partner as he prepared to part ways. "Keeping such an important decision from her is pretty selfish, don't you think?"

"Still none of your concern. Oh, and Senpai?" Just when Spirit turned around, he felt Stein's hand at his neck, lifting the smaller man up with ease. A crooked, menacing grin streched across his face, wild eyes boring into the Scythe's skull.

"If you say anything to Y/N, I'll dissect you - for real this time."

___

"Hey, Dr. Slipover."

You crouched over the man who was currently lying on the floor together with his rolling chair - like always. "Umm...you alright down there?"

"Now don't just stand there. Be a darling and help me up, would you?" Seeing the baffled look on your face at the nickname, he instantly regret his choice of words.

It wasn't like him to be so erratic while not influenced by madness...

...yet now that he couldn't deny your bond any longer, his heart was in constant battle if he should curse this fate or give in to his desire.

"You know, I could just roll you through the hallways, old man."

"Please don't" he chuckled darkly, still lying on his back. "People already think I'm a bad influence for you."

"So, what did you call me here for?" You offered him a hand like so many times before - and for the fraction of a second, Stein felt the urge to pull you down to lie on him...

...however, he insisted on getting up by himself, patting off the dirt of his lab coat. "Sorry, I need to go." Without even giving you a proper explanation, Stein rushed away, leaving you rather confused.

For the rest of the day, you neither saw nor heared anything of your partner.

Though you catched some gossip in the teacher's lounge, about how he's behaving even stranger than usually. You knew where to find him, probably burying himself into his work like always when the real world was too much to process...

...but you were unsure if visiting him would overstep your boundaries, only knowing him so much.

In the end, worry got the better off you when Stein wouldn't show up even way after the agreed time...

...bursting in on a scene you rather shouldn't.

"...or perhaps because you're a witch?" Stein had confronted Medusa just moments before, aware of the danger shall his accusation be true.

While he assumed that Medusa wouldn't attack, unwilling to give up the undercover position she maintained at Death Academy, he couldn't be too sure about his own safety...

...luckily for him, before the witch could decide on a strategy, you interrupted the two as you sheepishly let yourself in to the medical ward.

"Stein...? I- oh."

"I'm so glad you came, Y/N!" Medusa yelled, acting overexaggeratedly helpless as she hid behind you. "Your partner is harassing me!"

Stein, to not further involve you in his dangerous investigations, joined right in her play. "Haha, sure you're not mistaking me with my Sensei?"

"No wonder you have been partners for so long! You're just as indespicable as Spirit!" she exclaimed, before storming out of the room - leaving you alone with your mental cinema.

"Good to see you." Stein chose to not comment on the event any further, hoping you wouldn't pry. "Thanks for waiting, I'm done with everything now. Let's go!"

"Actually" you interjected, incapable of maintaining a straight face after what you thought you had just witnessed. "I think I'm not joining you today. Sorry."

He was shaking. Whatever they were doing together in that room all day, it was affecting him that much.

You involuntarily felt tears creep into your eyes, threatening to fall the more you thought about it. No, he has every right to do as he pleases.

The two of you were partners, sheer work-wise. Nothing more, nothing less.

And still - why does your heart ache so much?

"Y/N, wait." You felt Stein's hand grip your forearm tight, effectively keeping you from escaping as well. "What's wrong all of a sudden?"

"I just want to go home, is something wrong with that?" His face dropped when he noticed your glossy eyes, a trembling lip underlining the sadness in your voice. "Please...let me go."

"No."

The man pulled you back into the room, slamming the door shut. "I can't let you go now. It's too dangerous." There was a determination in his tone that startled you, unable to understand where this is coming from.

"Look at me" he whispered with a low voice, his arms around you trapping you in his hold.

"Let me go, Stein..." You tried to break free from his embrace, the hurt you felt intensifying at the feeling of being a stopgap. "And I thought you were a gentleman...just because you couldn't have your ways with Medusa doesn't mean I'm your plaything now."

"What the hell are you even talking abou-" A slap of yours cut him right off, now finally able to break free from his touch.

"Medusa's not even gone for five minutes, and now you're locking me up in here and starting to hug me all of a sudden! How do you think this comes across?!"

"...wrong, I guess."

"Wow, finally you get how someone else might be feeling. Congratulations! And now let me go-"

"Medusa is a witch." You stopped right in your tracks, eyes widening as your hand recoiled from the doorknob. "What?!"

"It's just a theory, of course" he explained, seemingly churned by the current events. "But Sid and Naigus have been entrusted with investigating Medusa's hideout, and they haven't returned ever since."

Now your tears ran freely, the sight alone making Stein's insides churn - that was the complete opposite of what he wanted to achieve, damn it!

"Promise me you're not lying" you spoke in between choked sobs, feeling pathetic being all emotional in such a situation. "Not as some kind of wicked joke or to save your own ass."

"Why would I lie about something so serious?!"

"Well, I'm your partner!" Balling a fist in the fabric of your shirt, you spoke whatever was on your mind right now - admittedly, not really objective. "You could have confided in me. Why didn't you?!"

"Because I'm worried about you, damnnit!" he almost screamed in distress of you not believing in him, shaking you ever so slightly...

...only lowering his voice when you flinched at his outburst, a horrified expression on your face. "S-Sorry...I didn't mean to scare you, I-I just couldn't forgive myself if something happened to you."

"I am a Death Scythe, and I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself" you insisted stubbornly, refusing to meet his eyes much to his misery. "I don't need you for that."

"...but I need you" Stein ultimately confessed, a heavy weight being lifted from his chest as soon as the words left his lips.

Before you were able to react, your partner's mouth crashed over yours, body melting against your much smaller one in the heat of the moment.

There was an urgency to his kiss that frightened you, in the way his breathing hitched when he felt you reciprocating the gesture. He was pressing you against himself, almost as if trying to make you a part of himself.

Your lips were soft, almost silken against his rough ones, the taste of tobbaco teasing your tongue and you felt your own hands slowly wandering to caress him as well.

To Stein, it felt like the most horrific bliss, as if his corrupted self was tainting the most wonderful soul he ever had the privilege to lay eyes upon.

When your lips would finally part again, Stein would keep his eyes closed - afraid of the consequences of his indecent venture...

...until you tenderly touched the scar on his face, following it's outline all the way back to the back of his neck.

"Stein?" you asked, almost hoarsely through the turmoil of emotions inside of you. "Y-Yes" he gulped harshly, "What is it?"

"...fuck me."

"Wha- ah...shit, Y/N!" You had dragged the man down to your height, tracing ghostly kisses along his clavicula as you slowly stiped off his coat.

"I'm not going to repeat myself."

One thing was sure: Now that he had gotten a taste of this self-forbidden fruit, there was no going back now.

[ruki--mukami]

The start of a new era, all hold onto your seats! //

During a night where the full moon is at its peak, it's up most beautiful, a deep black Raven flew into the room of the eldest mukami with a letter in it's mouth. The letter looked rather fancy, it was a soft cream colour with gold trim, and a blood red wax with a beautiful rose design on top. The Raven placed the letter upon the desk of the vampire, and then, patiently stood there, then, almost as though the letter itself knew it had reached it's destination, opened by itself. The following, is the writing within the letter..

"My deepest gratitude towards whom this letter was delivered to. You have been officially invited to the Ravenswood manor by the heiress.

You're expected to show up within the night that falls upon the grand Rising of the blood moon, dressed in your best attire. You are allowed, but not obligated, to bring your siblings alongside with you. Your stay will be for two to three days, and your rooms have been already prepared, food will be made for you and your siblings, you will be allowed into the grand library of the manor, and then hold the honours during the magnificent ball, your costumes for the said ball will be issued as well.

-With my up most respect, Ellis Ravenswood. "

"Hm…? This doesn't appear to be one of the Sakamakis' familiars. Nor does it belong to the First Bloods… So, who could possibly be reaching out during this full moon? I already don't trust the sender one bit, but nevertheless, I'll humor them by reading this. A number of possibilities come to mind, but I surmise that the letter shall reveal all—including this person's intentions, I hope."

Picking up the exquisitely adorned parchment in his steady, tapered hands, steel-blue eyes trailed down the invitation, a suspicious visage slowly spreading across his features the lower down his gaze reached.

"Ravenswood manor… I can't say I've ever heard of it, but regardless I'm quite intrigued. How has this so-called Ellis individual heard of my brothers and I?" Ruki mused to himself, debating internally whether or not he should entangle the other three in such a mysterious affair. "Perhaps it's best I investigate this event by myself for now. In any case, this heiress seems to be an affluent figure for having so many facilities and resources promised within the contents of this letter. There's even a library. As much as that alone has piqued my interest, i mustn't lower my guard."

With a troubled sigh, the Vampire traipsed towards the closet, taking out and dusting off a prized suit of his. Clad in full midnight black, akin to the sky outside his window, the sole light coming from his white tie just like the full moon itself, Ruki quickly changed into the formal attire to emphasize his decision on attending the grand occasion donning his best attire as the invitation urged him to.

"This shall suffice, I suppose. Very well, Ellis. I accept your invitation."

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Kickstart My Heart Pt.II (Kang Yeosang) Rated

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Pairing: Racer! Kang Yeosang × Waitress!/Fuckgirl! Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Light Angst, Crack, 80s Au.

Summary: Getting the chance to spend time alone with Y/N, Yeosang jumps at the opportunity, getting a little more than he bargained for.

Word Count: 3.5K

Warnings: Dumb attempts at humor, second hand embarrassment, Lynn is still creepy, slight voyeurism/ exhibitionism, making out in car, heavy petting, allusions to oral (male receiving).

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The two best friends giggled amongst themselves as they entered inside the establishment, hands full of bags that contained to go boxes with several assorted sandwiches, burgers and fries inside of them. Hearing the bell signal customers, the peppy blonde at the front counter looked up from the thick stack of papers in front of her, mouth automatically showcasing her perfect and commercial worthy smile she always used when greeting newcomers or even regulars.

"Good afternoon what can-" Her expression immediately soured, smile fading and in its place puckered lips took shape.

"Oh... it's just you two." She drawled out the last words, eyes rolling as she peered back at the papers she was busy with.

Looking over at each other, Lynn simply shrugged her shoulders as one of her eyebrows raised up in puzzlement. Meanwhile, Y/N couldn't contain the soft snort that passed through her tight sealed lips, the sound coming out more like a goofy raspberry that further irritated the girl at the counter.

"Hey Sora. How's your day going so far?" Y/N tried to make conversation, but it was obvious the girl wasn't having it, blatantly ignoring both of them as her hand scribbled even faster, pages being turnt at a fast speed. Shifting awkwardly in her stance, Y/N turned her head to look at her friend, who merely shook her head, face clearly indicating to her to not try to act nicer and to simply get to the point of why they had come all the way to the workshop.

"Are the boys still here?"

With a few muttered grumbles, Sora lifted her pen and pointed it behind her towards the door that led to the garage, silently answering where the mentioned individuals currently were.

"Thanks."

Sora let out a scoff as the two girls made their past the counter, annoyed ever so vastly by the fact she had no authority nor power to forbid them from going to the back. Being friends with Wooyoung and the rest of the gang, obviously they got special privileges that allowed them to come and go as they pleased not only in the shop but also down at the tracks. And frankly Sora hated it, hence why she didn't refrain from demonstrating her hostility towards Y/N and Lynn, but especially towards the latter for more personal and complicated reasons that everyone was aware of but Lynn herself.

"I don't know why you go out of your way to be friendly towards her. She's been needing to take a chill pill ever since high school." Lynn retorted. Putting down the bags she was carrying for a moment, she pulled the sides of her oversized denim jacket back over her shoulders, the top having slipped off rather uncomfortably on her torso.

"Honestly?...... merely to piss her off." Y/N snickered maliciously, her true intentions finally coming to light.

"Well I'd say you do a fantastic job then. She just takes one look at you and her blood is boiling." Lynn pointed out as she picked up the bags once more.

"Trust me Lynn, you anger her more than I do." Thay statement made the petite girl do a double take at the office behind them.

"Me? Whatever did I do to Barbie?" She questioned, never once recalling a moment where she even spoke two words to the preppy girl that wasn't a casual greeting or goodbye.

Y/N looked with a deadpanned expression to her friend.

"You seriously don't- you know what? Never mind."

Not wanting to waste time trying to explain to her frequently unobservant buddy why Sora had a price on her head, Y/N just quickly rushed over towards the group of men huddled around the red Ferrari F40, one of them hidden underneath it, no doubt in the process of checking or fixing minor issues. Seeing the girls approaching them, all of the boys quickly sprang to life, Wooyoung leading the entourage as they came up towards them.

"So our lovely diner girls actually decided to join us for a movie night. I knew you guys couldn't resist my deadly charm."

Not only were the girls unamused by his little joke, but even his friends behind him shook their heads, disapproving greatly of his overly confident and light narcissistic attitude that he exuded at times.

"I only came cause I am not going to spend a perfectly good Friday night cooped up in my house watching Dynasty." Y/N firmly stated, shutting down any further attempts of flirting directed towards her.

"I like to see people get stabbed or gutted to death."

Cringing at the macabre girl's overly calm response, Wooyoung tilted his head back and looked at the tallest member of the gang, nose crinkling significantly as he silently mouthed a few words over to him, deeply questioning his friend's taste. Said friend simply shrugged and stepped up closer towards the girls, not surprising anyone that he'd pick a stance that had him facing Lynn from the front as he always liked to do.

"Well I'm just really happy you guys decided to join us. I thought you would be happy at knowing it was a horror film."

Not too far behind him, San and Mingi were already giggling amongst themselves, sending each other signals and jokingly theorizing how the night was going to go like.

"I am exceedingly happy Yunho. My body is so filled with joy and immense contentment that I can hardly keep myself from grinning." Despite the jubilant sentence, Lynn's face displayed absolutely no emotion and her raspy and low toned voice was still as monotone and lifeless as it tended to be. Yunho's bright smile nearly faltered, feet rocking back and forth awkwardly as he did not know how to proceed after such a statement. Luckily Mingi stepped in and changed the topic.

"Please tell me there's food in those bags and that we can have some." He pointed to one of the many bags that the girls were carrying.

Lifting one hand up then the other, Y/N shook the contents lightly.

"Your favorites." She chuckled when San came up and tightly squeezed her body into a hug.

"This is why I love you both." Y/N did not mind the slightest bit when he suddenly pulled her face towards his, mouth pressing hard and intense pecks on her cheek repeatedly as a show of gratitude. She was so used to his affectionate nature.

Turning around, Wooyoung cupped his hands over his mouth so that his voice could resonate loudly.

"Yeosang quit tinkering with it already! You're going to get dirty and we have a movie to catch." He shouted at whom the girls presumed was under the race car.

"You literally have speakers built into your vocal chords, there was no need for that makeshift megaphone." Lynn grumbled at him, causing the male next to her to burst out in a fit of giggles.

"Speakers built in hie vocal chords. Good one." Lifting his hand up, Yunho held it up towards Lynn, expecting her to high five him back but was instead met with her cold, squinting eyes that inspected his palm.

"Your aura is overly forced....and you have leftover grease on your hand." She looked away after finishing that sentence. Hearing her say that made Yunho instantly check his hand, immediately wiping it off on his jeans as he mentally slapped himself for looking like an idiot in front of the girl he fancied.

Not paying mind to whatever was happening around her, Y/N's eyes were glued on the figure that emerged from under the car. She couldn't help but admire the strong and buff biceps that were peeking out of the plain white tshirt the man was wearing, sleeves slightly rolled up above his shoulders. The angelic face belonging to him looked even more dazzling due to the light sheen of sweat around his temples, no doubt caused by the work he was doing. Even as he reached for one of the cleaning towels so he could wipe the grime and oil off his hands, Y/N continued to gaze at Yeosang, mind already conjuring up many ideas and fantasies with him as the main protagonist.

"Oh sweetie, you're not making this any easier." She mused inwardly, one of her fingers twirling a strand of her hair.

Discarding the rag on one of the toolboxes nearby, Yeosang carefully approached the group of friends, still awkward in interacting with all of them, trait that only helped in making him stand out like a sore thumb, more than he already did. Clamping a hand over his new buddy's shoulder, Wooyoung brought a hand up and patted one of his squishy cheeks.

"Now that you're finally here we can go." Looking around, Wooyoung gestured around.

"So who's riding with who?"

Immediately Yunho turned his face towards the girl next to him, about to voice out his want of having her in his car, but it seemed as if his plans would fall through as Mingi latched an arm around him.

"I'm going with Yunho." He seemed determined not to let go of him.

"Why? So you can cling to him during the scary parts?" A chorus of laughter poured out at San's amusing words.

"As if!" Mingi huffed, though it was more than obvious to everyone that it was precisely as San had predicted.

"Mingi... I was kinda hoping I could... you know?" Yunho tilted his head over to Lynn, making him get the picture of what he wanted.

"Whatever happened to bros before hoes?" Mingi sighed as he detached himself from Yunho.

"Ok then. Yunho you go with Mingi, San you can take the girls and I'll keep Sangie here company since he's still a little bit shy you know."

It seemed as if it was all decided about how their night was going to run, so Y/N knew she had to speak up and take the opportunity before it was all settled.

"Why don't I ride with Yeosang instead?"

Hearing her suggestion, the male in question widened his eyes in shock, not expecting her to voice that out loud. Even Wooyoung found it slightly odd and suspicious that she'd say that. But then he remembered the type of girl Y/N was and it started to set off alarm bells in his mind.

"Oh it's ok Y/N. You probably won't like to have him scream in your ear and cover his eyes like a baby at the jump scares." Not taking kindly to such blasphemous talk about him that painted an inaccurate picture.

But Y/N remained undeterred. She would stand her ground no matter what.

"Oh please, I insist. I'd love to take care of him..." She did not hide the sultry way she said that last part, eyes locked on Yeosang's, the boy swallowing hard and pressing himself further into Wooyoung's side. Wanting to bargain even further, Y/N took hold of her friend.

"How about this? Lynn goes with Yunho and Mingi, you ride with San and I get Yeosang?"

San cupped a hand over his mouth to muffle the laugh he wanted so desperately to release.

"I don't think it's just him she wants to get." He chuckled to himself.

"You're seriously leaving me alone with these 2 giants?" Lynn pointed to the two men at her right, one of which obviously was more than willing to welcome the arrangement.

"I promise Mingi won't disturb you too much with his crying." Yunho swore to her, hand coming up to clasp around Mingi's mouth when he attempted to protest that decision.

Wooyoung looked over to Yeosang, leaning in and dropping his voice so that only he could hear.

"If you don't want to, just say the word and I'll get her off your case." He offered. Although they had only met just a couple days ago, Wooyoung felt compelled and obligated to look out for the new boy, even if it meant protecting him from his other friends.

Knowing that he probably shouldn't and that it was a bad idea, Yeosang glanced over at Y/N. Meeting her eager eyes and cunning smile, any resolve to stay close to Wooyoung was immediately dispelled from his mind. He might never get another opportunity such as was presented to him and he would be lying to himself if he didn't admit that he was rather curious to find out more about the young vixen that he had heard so much about since he moved into town. With an assured smile that slightly worried Wooyoung, Yeosang stepped forward and held out his hand towards Y/N.

"Shall we get going then?"

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Unable to focus his attention towards the gigantic screen right in front of him, Yeosang slumped down further in his seat, fingers tugging his red sweater over his body. Every few seconds or so, he'd turn his head to peer at the girl on the passenger seat, looking exceedingly calm and collected unlike him. He was overly anxious to the point his food was still untouched, sitting in the backseat, long forgotten. Y/N, although collected, was bored out of her mind, elbow rested on the window, head being supported on her palm as her eyes never lingered away from the gore filled scenes being displayed across from them. There was a deafening silence inside the black Iroc Camaro, the tension between both individuals becoming increasingly thick.

Becoming desperate after 40 minutes of not getting him to make a move or even attempt to break the ice, she decided it was time to take matters into her own hands. Unzipping her green varsity jacket, Y/N began to slide it off her shoulders, revealing the low cut crop tank that she was hiding thus far.

"It's so hot today, don't you think?" She asked him as she tossed the clothing item behind her before settling back into her seat, fighting hard to keep her signature smirk off her face.

If he wasn't feeling hot before, Yeosang certainly started to feel heated after she had taken off her jacket. His hand reached out to grab the cup of soda in the cup holder, gulping most of the contents and ice down to help cool him down. He made an effort not to glance back at his companion anymore, knowing if he did he would have been unable to keep his eyes off her chest. Although it was dark and he turned away almost immediately, he had not missed the fact that she had chosen not to wear a bra, her nipples slightly poking out through the thin and flimsy shirt that even slowed one to make out the outline of her areolas. It was definitely a weakness of his, and Y/N was quick to find that out. Thumb coming up to her mouth, she began biting down on the nail to keep from giggling at Yeosang's reaction. He was devastatingly adorable with his wide eyes and stiffened posture, knee restlessly bouncing up in an agitated fashion. Looking in between his legs, she felt disappointed that she hadn't caused enough damage to earn a tent forming in his pants. He obviously knew how to calm himself in time. That wasn't enough to make her give up. On the contrary, it only hardened her resolve to get him to break.

Letting out an overly dramatic sigh, she reached her hands inside of her tank top. Cupping her breasts in her palms, she started off with slow movements, massaging them gently. Her eyelids started to flutter, closing only briefly as very faint and soft sighs were being exhaled through her nose. Although it was mostly done to tease the boy next to her, she got carried away and started to become more and more turned on with what she was doing. Each time she'd purposefully pinch and pull at her hardening peaks, a muffled whine would be heard coming from her throat, legs starting to spread inch by inch as her planters started to stick against her core.

Opening her eyes and tilting her head, she witnessed Yeosang's astounded expression that also held some lust in it. He was no longer sipping from his drink, but rather his teeth and tongue were merely toying around with the blue plastic straw as the grip on the base of the cup was lightly crushing it. The movie ultimately failed its purpose of keeping him distracted as his attention had fully diverted over to the sexy girl next to him, watching intently as she pleasured herself, wishing that it were his hands instead that were ministering such devotion to her breasts.

"Wanna be a doll and help me out here?" It seemed as if she had read his mind.

Without even a second of hesitation, Yeosang reached down and adjusted his seat back as far as it could go. Jumping at the invitation, Y/N climbed on top of him until she was straddling his lap. Yeosang's hands eagerly clasped around her waist, thumbs circling on the skin of her exposed abdomen. Cupping his cheeks, Y/N leaned her face down and harshly entangled her lips over his own. Yeosang hummed softly as he tasted the remnants of her cherry flavored chapstick, head tilting back when one of her hands tugged at his hair. His hands didn't hesitate to trail up and cup her mounds through her shirt, taking over the job that was previously being done by the owner's hands. Her insistent mouth parted his trembling lips, tongue poking out ever so slowly until it began divulging in the sweet taste of his wet cavern. Although he was no stranger to French kissing, Yeosang had never experienced a makeout session as intense as the one Y/N offered. She was very skilled and experienced, as proven by the swirl and swivel of her tongue against his own. He couldn't stop the moans pouring out from inside him, his hips bucking up into hers as if on instinct while his hands became more harsh and aggressive as they grasped at her breasts with near ferocity. Y/N would only pull away from their kiss for a few seconds to allow him to catch his breath before her lips lured him back into her. It was finally dawning on Yeosang's mind why so many men became captivated by her charms, even when knowing what the outcome would be. Here he was, the most lovely and hottest girl he'd ever met in his life, on his lap, making out with her while simultaneously getting to second base. He felt so damn lucky. But Y/N wanted to take it up a notch, not satisfied with ending the night with just heavy petting.

Sliding off his lap, she suprised him when she took hold of his belt and began to take it off him. Getting an inkling as to what she might have had in mind, Yeosang took hold of her wrist, making her head shot up at him.

"Is something wrong?" She began to get a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Had she really fucked things up already.

Yeosang turned beet red as he swallowed harshly, trying hard to form the words his head was attempting to sought.

"Are you.... are you a virgin?" She felt like she would have died if the answer was yes.

Seeing her worried face, Yeosang quickly shook his head.

"No! I'm most certainly not a virgin." He sounded almost offended at the insinuation, but it helped calm Y/N down, releasing a breath she didn't realize she was holding.

"I just...I've never tried...that before."

His confession just made him cuter in her eyes, previous desire to corrupt and play with him only heightening to new levels after that revelation. Wanting to entice him, she moved her hand to cup at his bulge, loving the way he immediately gasped when she started palming him through his jeans. He bit down at his lip so harshly he believed it would draw blood. He wouldn't contain himself as he bucked his hips up into her palm, desperately wanting her to help him out with his problem. When her fingers reached for his zipper again, he didn't stop her, he merely lifted his hips up to help her as she pulled his pants down by the belt loops, his hardened cock popping out to greet her, surprising her when she noticed how large and thick it was, the head leaking with precum which she used to her advantage and began spreading it down his shaft. The contact of her hand gripping him had Yeosang shuddering, low groaning spilling out his lips. Looking up at him with a devilish grin, Y/N began lowering her head until her lips brushed against his tip.

"Just sit back and relax pretty boy."

A raspy wheeze was caught in Yeosang's throat as soon as he felt her warm mouth on his length, hands flying behind him to clutch at the leather seat of the car. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced. It felt so dirty, so wrong and yet he wanted it. He wanted her........

He didn't care if he was playing with fire and he'd get burned by the end of it.

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[jynxd]

The vision which Silco had for Zaun had mixed perceptions amongst the people. The majority of them simply went with the flow, they either chased the shimmer that flooded the streets or worked directly under his employ. Others tried to avoid it all it entirely as they simply wished to sit on the sidelines. And while Silco could not share their perspective, he sympathized with them. The only thing that even remotely stood in his way, were the firelights. A group Leblanc was all too familiar with now , too. Yet in the end all Zaunites had were each other, no one else could be trusted.

The only exception, it seemed, was Leblanc, whom not only seemed to understand his vision, but openly praised it. Not many whom lived outside the walls city of glass and steel knew its truth. It seemed in this case, she once more proved different. A flicker of a smile curved onto his features for a moment at this. "Then you are a rare individual indeed, to recognize just how much we could be, were we not under such oppression. Because of it, even." His belief stood firm, his words said as much as he spoke with pride. "It drove to the creation of Shimmer, to create something that would help in preparation for eventual war, should it come to it."

It was true, Briar didn't need taken care of, as she was capable of doing so herself. Neither did Jinx for that matter. However, that did not stop him from doing his part. Part of it was due to the fact that he was in charge, and as such he simply wanted to take care of investments. Yet the biggest part was his role as a father, and he wanted nothing but the best for his children. "You're right, she doesn't need it, and yet I provide it all the same. Just as I will always do for Jinx. In the end, they are our future, and in the time of my death, my legacy will continue."

Ever the listener, Silco did not intervene, didn't even make a single sound as Leblanc explained herself. Of course he quickly realized that these words were hard for her to express, there was almost a sense of pain in them. It was their bond that enabled her ability to share this otherwise forbidden information. To express insecurity and fear. Some of these fears weren't too far from his own, personal experience differences aside. Silco found himself reaching for her hand to hold in some sense of some comfort she might need. Though he lacked some of the empathy required, after all he wasn't perfect.

"Personal experience shapes us into the people we become, whether it be painful memories or pleasant ones. And you have overcome them and become stronger as a result, I applaud you for that. We both have, in our own ways. In my case it was the loss my parents." Silco pulled his hand back as he stood up as he forced himself to look away. "I have not lost children, but I have lost them, and did so at a young age. A child whom had to grow up alone, surrounded by the cruelty of the streets. Then to be followed by betrayal my entire life. It wasn't until I found Jinx that I found myself again and I don't intend to leave her to suffer as I have. Just I feel, you would be with Briar, whom seems so much like you."

"I will agree that the emotion that comes with this, can be a weakness, but can also drive you."He turned his head in her direction. "I too, have preyed upon the emotions of many, manipulating them to get what I want. Its satisfying, isn't it? To have control." He frowned, noting how uncomfortable she seemed, based on her body language. "If you are uncomfortable with this conversation, we can leave it be. Perhaps we can discuss, less emotional matters. There is no need for such unpleasantries."

When the words 'our daughter' left Silco's mouth, LeBlanc had to put her own acting skills to the test, forcing both heart and face to not show how much that had actually struck a primary fear in her heart. "Oh, I can see that. I have come to the conclusion she has a particular liking for guards as meals." While the Matron didn't even attempt to keep up with the numbers of guards Briar had killed back in Noxus, as she cared very little for them, she decided to share that little thought as a way to divert Silco's attention from herself.

"Chaos is more necessary than most believe it to be. It is what pushes us forward. Zaun is, in many ways, stronger than Piltover exactly because chaos pushed all of you to it. Necessity pushed you to it." There was a smile on her lips, not a malicious one for a change as she continued, "I actually admire Zaun a lot more than the City of Progress. Everything that happens here is real." Ironic, considering that LeBlanc was known as The Deceiver. "Briar doesn't need anybody to take care of her, but it does feel good to know somebody else likes her enough to watch out for her when I cannot do it myself."

The silence dragged on longer than usual, leaving one to wonder if Emilia had paid any attention to what Silco had just told her or not. In reality, she was debating on whether she should share some of her past with the Chem Baron or not. They did have a strong bond formed by the two children they had decided to adopt - or that had adopted them as their parents. In the end, she sighed, her smile entirely gone and pain starting to appear behind her gold-colored eyes.

"I know how to be a good mother. I know dozens of lullabies and children's stories that I could tell from memory. I know how to braid hair, do nails, and play with dolls. I have played that role hundreds of times for far too many children, and never once did I care for any of them, as they were mere tools that would bring me closer to their parents, who were pawns in a long-term chess play." That was just part of reality. "There was only once I actually had to mother anybody who I truly loved. I did such a poor job that within two years they were dead. They were killed." She lost her siblings well over a thousand years ago, yet whenever those memories resurfaced, they would hurt as if they were brand new. "I am aware I am not the same person I was, nor are Jinx and Briar like those children were. They are well capable of fending for themselves." Fear lingered still, though, and she didn't need to say it for it to be known by the man. What if something could outsmart Jinx? She was human after all, and very mortal. Briar could be indestructible, but she still could be taken down and put into a coma-like state if someone cut off her air supply.

"Emotions are weaknesses, and I am a master in exploiting them. I know how effective of a tactic it is because I know firsthand how irrational emotions can make us and how foolishly we act when they take control of our minds, especially when our loved ones are in danger." Or when they are taken from you. At this point, Emilia was avoiding looking at Silco and the girls, seriously contemplating leaving the room due to how uncomfortable the whole conversation had made her.

[taeyamayang]

Hello hello! Since you still have a few slots open, I'd love to join your 365 days event! I'd like to get a JJK matchup please (and TR, if you're accepting multiple fandoms) :D

Alrighty, so starting off, I'm definitely an introvert. I'd love nothing more than to stay at home all day & avoid people (gosh, I'm making myself sound like a complete hermit, lol). When I do go out & socialize, I like to present myself as a friendly person to others - despite the fact that I'm quite cynical & wary of most people. I'm very selective about whom I choose to trust & get close to, but towards those that I do trust, I'm extremely caring, loyal, accepting & protective. I also become super chatty + physically affectionate lol. Loyalty is definitely my strongest suit & once I've given it to someone, there's pretty much nothing that'd make me turn my back on them.

I pride myself in being able to accurately pick up a person's mood through their tone of voice (not so much through their expressions or body language), though if I sense someone's in a foul mood, I'll do my best to avoid them (loved ones included). I am an emotional person & cry easily, especially when stressed or being yelled at. Definitely don't like confrontations & try to avoid them when I can. As I take care of a family member w/ epilepsy, I've developed a very gentle side (not that it comes out much) + a tendency to worry too much. Also, super random, but I am not a morning person. Don't talk to me unless necessary within 2 hours of me waking up, or I'll become extremely grouchy.

As for hobbies, I love reading, playing the piano, writing letters, researching or hearing about crime cases (a bit morbid, but to each their own!), listening to classical or jazz, eating sweets & drinking tea. I also absolutely adore cats. I highly dislike dogs & bad hygiene or anything dirty. Unfortunately, I can't tell you whom I kin as I've never really felt that kind of connection towards any character & I've yet to be told by my friends that I resemble a certain character.

Annnnd, that should be it! Thank you so much in advance! <3

(P.S. Love your blog! Always look forward to seeing you on my dashboard. Keep up the wonderful work & make sure to keep yourself happy & hydrated! <33)

hello there bubs! before i start, we have things in common (which i thought is interesting) as morbid as it may sound i love love crimes documentaries and reading about them, and also cats!

the two characters i pair you with are the first characters that popped in my head and thought, yeah, you guys may work out. so for jjk i pair you with:

Gojo Satoru: you mentioned about being random and talkative and i thought that's quite similar to gojo our boy. i bet he can handle your randmoness and overall amiable personality. gojo doesn't mind gory and morbid stuff, which it turns you are interested in. so, i do think if there's anyone is willing to listen to him rant about headless corpses and bloody curses, it's got to be you. another thing, gojo isn't the type to express himself through facial expressions. he changes the tone of his voice depending on who and what he is dealing with. since you have a skill to determine someone's mood through tone shifts, you and gojo will understand each other.

and for tokyo revengers i pair you with:

Seishu Inui: this man has a clear grasp of reality, had a fair share of downs, and clearly knows how the underground life works. contrary to gojo, i paired you with an introverted fellow with a handful of experiences. these experiences are what made inui one of the most loyal characters i know. based from how you described yourself, i have an impression that you are kind, soft-hearted, and loving individual. hence, you deserve someone as like inui.

thanks for joining and thank for the kind words you said at the latter part of your entry, it means a lot! hope you enjoyed this ♡

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[the-healing-mindset]

"You don't have to share everything"

Along my healing journey I have realized that, at times, I just want to share a lot of what I have learned about things. Things in general. School subjects. Career subjects. Whatever those things may be. But recently, I have figured out that wanting to share things and wanting to connect has led me, on more occasions than not, to oversharing. When a conversation goes quiet, I often will try to restart the conversation by bringing up something personal or other things that don't necessarily have anything to do with anyone else. Even the original subjects at hand. As expected, in most of these cases, I immediately regret bringing up whatever I did because it really gives others information that they don't even need to know. Recently, I began to wonder just why I do this.

Having analyzed a bit of my childhood and most of my life at present, I have been able to figure out that for all this time, I have been surrounded by sociopaths and malignant narcissists. Recalling some specific instances in my life, I can remember having being berated for the choices that I made. At various points, I often would feel like I was on trial. Having to answer for every specific decision, having to give excruciating detail of all that led up to my choice, and for everything that happened after. Even during "trial," every word I spoke was analyzed and criticized. The main goal, I have determined, was for those individuals to inflate their egos through appearing more clever than I was at the time. Of course, there is a certain level of malice in this. “See, I know more than you do and there is nothing you can do about it.” Or, “See, I am better than you and that’s just the way it is.”

Early on, a lot of this came from my family, meaning that I became desensitized to just how wrong this was (and still is!) When I tried to connect with others, there was always this expectation that they would be there to tear me down. To pick me apart and tell me just how wrong things were in my life, just as my relatives did. If and when they didn’t do this, I unconsciously went about putting myself on one of those malicious “trials,” putting myself down and freely giving up details that others didn’t need to know. This can be somewhat dangerous as not everyone has our best interests in mind. As we grow, things will just be different. We have to keep in mind that not everyone is on the path of healing right now and accept that they may never get there. That’s okay. Maybe they’re put in our lives to remind us to remain on course.

It’s not all doom and gloom though. In mentorship, I learned that there will only really be a select handful of individuals with whom you will be able to have these in-depth and open conversations. Not everyone is going to be receptive, nor does everyone have the capacity for it. “Find your tribe,” my mentor told me. Those who will be receptive. Those who will look out for you and have your best interests in mind. Those who you can trust. Those who are growing alongside you. We’re all different individuals, so of course, not all experiences will be intrinsically shared meaning that ultimately, some things are just meant for us to experience on our own, irrespective of anyone or anything else. This is how growth happens. Through it all though, you don’t have to share everything. Don’t feel left out because you don’t have a story to tell all the time. Sometimes, the silence is nice.

[sunseteyes]

THE RED ROSES IN WONDERLAND; T. KAMADO

theme/s: alice in wonderland & brave inspired. a beginning; where the child of the red king meets the one that is fated to bring peace in the land. 

word count: 1,957 words

roze’s note: i suddenly wanted to write this as a multi-chapter but let’s see~ if my schedule permits it, why not? also, what do you think? should i really??

a sigh leaves your lips as your eyes glances over the same flowers every single day. yes, the flowers were indeed beautiful, but whenever you see the color red, you just can't help but feel that coiling of your stomach and the tightening in your throat.

everyone thinks you don't know of the blood that spills on your father's hands, but you do, and you're only pretending you don't.

just as you were about to turn back to the house, a figure catches your attention and you immediately recognized who it was.

"nosuke! you're back!" your mood brightened immediately at the only one whom you could call a friend in the whole land. despite being surrounded by lots of individuals and loyal subjects, your guard is still always up and you never full trusted all of them—except inosuke.

it was explainable though. he's the only one who is not entirely by your father's side but he can still manage to stay alive. as the record keeper of wonderland, inosuke the white rabbit is more like the neutral individual. he doesn't have a side to pick on and that's why you don't have a problem opening up to him at all.

"how was your travel to the other side? did you bring a souvenir for me?" you excitedly approached the boy and his ears twitched at the sound of your voice, his head turning around to face you with his beautiful face that you sometimes envy upon. he's probably the prettiest you'd ever seen in the whole land!—as if you'd seen everyone yet. you never got to get out much aside from the forest because your father insists that you must stay safe and not act hostile because you are a royal, the future ruler of the reds, after him.

you didn't want to adapt your father's way of ruling but you can't also say no to him. it's not that you were afraid but mostly because you love him too much to hurt him. he raised you with the outmost care and compassion he could give. the only thing you could give back to him is by abiding in his rules and obeying him by following his footsteps.

but you can't kill anyone either.

"huh? souvenir? i was there for work, you know! you can't just order me to do something when i've got other things to do." you smiled at inosuke's response. harsh as it may seem to others, you know it was his way of conversing to someone he doesn't particularly call his "minion". he can be a bit superior against others but it's what you admire most in your friend.

"wait, inosuke. i heard you brought someone from the other side. is that true?"

your question seemed to have made him tense for a second but it vanished as soon as it came. you realized then that it must have been the same question your father might have asked him that's why the rabbit was summoned there.

"you mean gonpachiro? he's not going to stay here for long. the portal will open a week after, there's no need to worry about the legend."

ah, so that's what it is, you thought.

there's a legend in wonderland that there will come a time that someone from "the other side" will come and give a path to peace between the white and the red, making the land as one as it can be. looking at it now, many have lost hope that the legend was not even often said anymore. yet, it is also a fear for others, especially the royals since peace will result to a singular leadeship.

it's either one will back down and give way so the other will rule all over wonderland, or one will have to fall in misery as the other rises in victory,

either way, you're sure your father will never like the idea of that unless he will be the ruler.

"i'm not worried about the legend." you say, looking up a inosuke's eyes. "i'm more worried about this gonpachiro you're talking about. you know how my father works."

inosuke's lips seals tight at your words. you have kept from everyone aside from inosuke about your knowledge of your father's dirty works but until now, inosuke seems bothered about it.

now you don't really socialize with the others in your household much and you usually keep your distant most of the time. one of the main reasons why was because of your father—he often tells you never to trust anyone, including the ones that are loyal to them. you agreed in his logic for the reason that his loyal subjects are the ones that obeys his orders and has the capability of killing anyone. you never liked that idea, even if you don't show or tell it to others, especially your father. he'd be very disappointed if that so happens.

this results to a lot of free time for yourself. with an idea you got from the back of your head, you begun to imitate how your father's loyal subjects often train around the palace.

by training, it meant drawing a weapon and using it constantly for you to get used to it. at first, you thought of it as something you do in your past time. however as moments passes by and more killings were done in the red kingdom, you decided it was for your own safety. you never know when time will come when someone tries to avenge their lost loved one because of your father. as the only heir to the throne and the ones that carries the king's own blood, you will surely be the best prey for a predator.

drawing back your arm, narrowing your eyes and casting a breath, you let go of the tail of the arrow, watching it hit the target whilst quickly reaching for another one and repeat the process.

eleven years. it took eleven years for you to master the art of archery.

at first, you tried with knives, swords and even a fan—which was the weapon of one of your father's loyal subjects. yet, the bow and arrows were the only ones you had gotten a connection too. thus, it served you as your main weapon that you had learned throughout the years without any guidance from anyone.

your father didn't like the idea of you fighting for your own. even if you had kept your training a secret all these years. you had a feeling he knows about it and he was either already pleased about it or he's too disappointed that you were keeping it a secret that he wants you to confess it to him instead of confronting you.

your hair flutters under the influence of the wind as you balanced on your horse, already used to its movement and shifts as he glides through the trees of the forest.

you locked your eyes on a target however as you shot the arrow, a figure catches your attention and it was too late.

"look out!"

you were quite sure that the figure was so a hair-strand away from getting hit yet it dodges, the arrow marking a perfect score on the target on a tree trunk.

you halted your horse and ushers it towards the figure's way, your mind failing to recognize what it was.

"who are you?" you made eye contact with the boy, the crimson in his hair resonating his orbs that were certainly of a different hues than your father and the roses in your garden.

he looks... different. far too unique from the people in the palace.

"how did you gain access in here? from what i remember i told everyone that only i should be of use of the forest." your brows furrow at the sight of him, your guard up just in case he will try something.

although, his face displayed of a gentleness that you had not seen for the longest time—was there ever been a moment, even? that you don't know. from what you can recall, everyone only respected you because of your title.

not because of you yourself.

"don't be alarmed! i bring you no harm, your highness!" he raises both of his hands up as a sign of surrender, his voice tainted of assurance and calmness that no burglar or man with ill-intention would have.

you still refuse to trust him.

"how will i know of your claims?" your grip on your bow tightens, prepared of any kind of attack. "what's your name, stranger?"

he seems to be at ease with your questioning, making you curious even further.

"i am tanjiro kamado. i... the white rabbit and the mad hatter sent me here. he thought i could be of help to you, your highness."

"help? why would i need that?"

then inosuke and zenitsu? why would they send this boy without telling it to you beforehand?

"you need to know what the red king is doing. he needs to be stopped. inosuke told me only you are capable to do that."

"i already know of my father's schemes." your lips tighten in your words, being the second time to have told your secret, you were beginning to think it was a wrong move.

the boy named tanjiro looked surprised, betrayed even. could it be that inosuke lied to him? you guesses that might not be the case.

"you mean... you know that he's planning to start a war against the white kingdom...?" there was hope and uncertainty in his voice, a mixture that you had deemed obvious with how he toned it. however, it was least of your worries for his words had processed in your mind first.

a war? now that you don't know about.

"where have you gotten this idea?" you question him further. "i... i never heard of that."

he seems to have perked up at your last statement, his aura changing in a millisecond.

"muzan learned of my coming here. you know of the legend, right? i didn't know if it at first but i was warned that my arrival would cause great chaos in this world." it had been awhile since you've heard someone use your father's name.

that fact alone changed your perspective on the boy.

climbing down your horse, your garments sticking to your skin as the slight formation of the sweat from your training. without letting go of your bow, you stood in front of tanjiro, feeling like the world had stopped at how you were feeling the beginning of change in you and your household.

looking straight into his eyes, you spoke.

"yes, that is a fact." you scanned his face and found a genuineness that you were not used of seeing as a result of being in a place with people that wore a firm and strict expression constantly. you were getting tired of it.

wait, no. you are tired of it.

"but your coming here is a sign of hope." your muscles eases up at how you let it out all in one go, "you will be the source of peace in wonderland, tanjiro kamado."

all your teenage years you spent on being silent. now that you were getting close to your coronation, it is time to show everyone what is needed to be done,

and with this boy in front of you, you felt as if the coil in your stomach contort back and relax, a ray of light showing you the path that you should take in order for you to succeed in stopping your own father from destroying the land you call home and the king that has the same blood that runs in your veins.