#ooc: apparently i never asked about a preference for this?

[reidmania]

cinema seven | s.reid

summary; spencer goes to see a movie in cinema with derek, when cinema seven breaks down, he offers to help the pretty — all too stressed manger (who he has been too nervous to ask out) fix the projectors.

warnings; guys this fic is actually just for me. cinema manger reader, fem reader, they lowkey break rules but we don’t talk about that, probably boy band haired reid and ooc spencer bc they flirt or banter idk, fluff!! So much fluff!!spencer has been pinning for a while

an; i am a cinema manger 😐 cinema seven is making me want to die because of the bloody projectors breaking constantly. this is probably soo ooc, and also like uncorrectly timed bc it based off how cinema’s are now, not how they were. Whoops. this has been in my drafts for weeks and i hate it.

Dimly low lights lit the theatre room, couples, families and other guests filling the space of the soft red velvet chairs set aligned, finding their seats as the advertisement’s played over the big screen in front of them, the stairs lit with small red lights to ensure everyone knew where they were going, and to ensure nobody missed a step under the dim lit lights.

The room smelt strongly of sweet buttered popcorn, and whatever antiseptic spray had been used to wipe down the cupholders of the seats when being cleaned in between movie sessions, the smell sent a small wave of reassurance over Spencer.

Spencer had never been a massive fan of cinemas, he preferred watching his documentaries or show’s from his couch at home, curled up in blankets, in an area he knew was completely sanity, away from the public and in his own space. However, lately Derek had been inviting him to the cinema more and more after he agreed the first time.

He didn’t necessarily mind, and he knew why Derek had continued to invite him — which was the reason he didn’t mind so much. The first time they had come to the cinema apparently they had picked a bad time, since it was absolutely packed the minute they arrived.

Thats when Spencer had seen you, working on one of the till’s. He had been to the cinema before, but he had never seen you before. As they got closer and the queue shortened, he was able to read the small ‘manger’ badge that hug off the lanyard around your neck.

Explained why he hadn’t seen you at the front before.

His palms had grown clammy as the line grew shorter, whatever Derek had been talking about was completely lost on Spencer, his gaze was locked on your pretty face smiling at a young kid who — spencer assumed — was blabbering about something, hardly coherent over the noise of the people around, but you smiled and nodded none the less as you handed the parents boxes of popcorn.

That was the first time he went to the cinema’s with Derek. Derek had watched the boy stumble over his words as he spoke to you when you served them, cheeks flushing and his gaze never meeting yours for two long. You had laughed and told him to take his time as you wiped down the benches, listening intently. He had taken note of the way you juggled tasks all at once, making popcorn, serving, cleaning.

He had been three times since, the second time wasn’t with Derek, and he honestly didn’t really want to see a movie, he just wanted to see you, unfortunately you weren’t working and he was left seeing a movie he didn’t actually want to watch.

Derek teased the boy endlessly, about his cinema crush. Which was why him and Derek were here now. Again, a movie Spencer had no interest in, but it was busy enough that you would have to be working tills. That was enough to justify seeing a boring film to Spencer.

He had seen you, you had served them and when you smiled widely with recognition of their faces Spencer felt like he was about to pass out with how hard his head was beating. Now he was sitting in the cinema, next to Derek who was shovelling handfuls of popcorn into his mouth before the movie had actually even started.

It was only about five minutes into the actual film when the sound had dropped out.

It was another five minutes before people started talking, before someone had stood up to leave the cinema. Then another two minutes before a worker — not you, a different one, came in and looked over the screen before talking into a hand held radio.

People were growing frustrated, annoyed and restless in waiting. Fair enough, no one really wanted to see a film with no sound. However what made Spencer pinch his eyebrows together with a frown is when you did walk in, and there was someone else standing, obviously taking their frustration out on you.

Spencer looked at Derek, who looked at him at the same time, obviously noticing the interaction before the guy had returned to his seat in a frustrated huff. Then your voice rang out throughout the cinema as you stood to the side, Spencer watched from his seat as your hands toyed with the lanyard around your neck.

“Im really sorry about this guys— We’ve been having issues all day. Just give me a couple of minutes to try to fix the projector then I’ll put it back to before the sound went off, so you don’t miss anything.” You sounded stressed, clearly apologetic as you spoke. There were mumbling that went around the cinema. Spencer’s eyebrows furrowed as you ran your hand through your hair before turning to walk out.

Spencer— didn’t know what was going through his mind when he stood up and made his way down the stairs, ignoring the confused splutter from Derek. Spencer made his way out of the cinema, looking around at the foyer area, it didn’t take long to see you.

Standing there, you were talking to another customer, clearly stressed and in a rush but still respectful. He waited patiently before the customer thanked you and walked away. His feet worked quicker than his mind could when he walked up to you.

“Hi” he said gently. Your eyes lifted to his before you looked towards a doorway, you smiled softly. He stood in front of you, your hands continued to fidget, he noticed that, he noticed the way your cheeks were slightly flushed and a few baby hairs stuck to your forehead from sweat.

You wiped your cheek, “Hi- Cinema seven right? I promise I’m getting there — Im so sorry.” You apologised, his heart both warmed and ached for different reasons, one because you remembered what movie he had gone to see, and because you sounded so insanely overwhelmed. There was a slight shake in your tone, he noticed.

He nodded, “yeah- But uh- I just- What’s the issue?” He asked, he wanted to slap himself in the face for the way he stuttered over his words. He was embarrassing himself, and wasting your time and he knew he should probably just turn around and walk back to his seat but he couldn’t.

A sigh left your lips, “I honestly have no idea — all day the sound has just been going out, it works for a bit but it’s just — so annoying. I’ve tried restarting it like ten times — i can’t seen any obvious issue, I really am so sorry.” You continue to apologise, he hated that you were apologising for an issue that was out of your control, its not like you went and broke the projector.

“No- Its okay. I just — I could look at it — if you want? If thats okay? I just, uh.. know quite a bit about them..” He offered, because you looked so stressed and so overwhelmed and he just wanted to help in any way he possibly could. This was something he knew he could do, he was smart enough to figure it out.

You sighed and smiled gently at him, “Thats really nice and I would totally say yes — like i genuinely would but we can’t uh— have customers going up there.” You mumbled out, almost as if you were genuinely disappointed by the fact.

He nodded in understanding because it made sense, of course you couldn’t. Projectors weren’t cheap by any means and if you just let customers go up there then chances are they would all be broken within minutes.

“Im not- I work for the FBI, I-I can show you my badge.” He mumbled, hand already reaching out for his pocket to pull out his badge and flick it open. Now, Spencer didn’t use his job as a personal weapon often; however this was different. This was you, and you were oh so pretty.

He watched as your eyes trailed down his hands to his badge, reading over the information before your eyes flickered back up to his — you were considering it, he could basically see the mental debate you were having with yourself. He hoped you said yes, because if not then he had wasted an incredible amount of your time and was actually just stopping your from doing your job.

Then you huffed out a small breath of air, “You know what you’re doing?” You asked.

He nodded instantly, “If it helps I have an IQ of 187 and have three pHD’s?” He offered the information, not to impress but to provide some sort of comfort to the clear worry over your features.

Yours eyes met his and you just looked at him for a minute — trying to find any hint of dishonesty in his features, but when you didn’t you huffed out a small ‘okay.’ Before turning around, Spencer followed you.

His mind was spinning. If he thought he was flustered before now was something else. His skin felt so hot he wanted to dive into a pool of pure ice, despite knowing that it wouldn’t actually be nearly as enjoyable as it sounded right now.

“Please don’t make me regret this. And please— for the love of everything above, don’t break anything, i do not need to loose my job right now” you had mumbled as he followed you up the stairs after you unlocked the door. He smiled gently at your words and the trust you were putting in him, maybe it was naive and stupid if it was someone else who had bad intentions, but you took your chances with him.

Spencer steps up to the controls, eyeing the mess with a focused look, his fingers tracing over the switches and buttons like he’s reading a puzzle. “Wow,” he says after a beat. “This is… pretty old-school.”

You let out a short laugh, leaning against the doorway. “Yeah, tell me about it. I’m honestly surprised we haven’t had more breakdowns.”

He glances over at you, his expression softening. “You’ve been keeping this place running pretty well, considering.”

The compliment catches you off guard, and for a moment, you feel your face flush. You quickly shake it off and nod toward the panel. “So, you think you can fix it?”

Spencer nods confidently, already getting to work. He’s methodical as he checks the wires and makes adjustments, explaining the technicalities as he goes. You pretend to understand most of it, but really, you’re just watching him, impressed by how he seems to know exactly what to do.

After a few minutes of working in silence, he glances at you again. “You know,” he says with a small grin, “this isn’t the first time I’ve saved a situation with some quick rewiring.” He grows more comfortable under your gaze as time goes on, the nerves still fluttering through his body, he tries to keep his hands as steady as possible — because you were trusting him.

“Oh?” You raise an eyebrow, intrigued despite yourself.

“Yeah. One time, I had to disarm a bomb using only a circuit board and a pair of wire cutters.” He pauses, eyes sparkling with that same quiet confidence. “This is a little less stressful.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “I should hope so.”

The conversation continues like that—light, easy, playful. and the tension you’ve been feeling all evening starts to melt away. There’s something about his calm demeanor that puts you at ease, like you can trust him to handle things, not just here, but in general. It’s a strange feeling, but a good one.

Finally, he steps back from the panel, brushing his hands together. “That should do it.”

You blink, glancing at the screen where the sound has suddenly returned, loud and clear. “You fixed it?”

“Looks like it,” he says, his voice soft but full of satisfaction.

A wave of relief washes over you. You hadn’t realized just how tightly wound you’d been until now. You smile, unable to hold back your gratitude. “Thank you. Seriously, you have no idea how much this helps.”

Spencer shrugs, looking a little bashful. “It’s nothing, really.”

But it’s not nothing. You can feel that. He’s helped you out, more than just with the projector, and the gratitude in your chest grows warmer.

You glance at him, hesitating. He can see it in your gaze, your eyes are on his, a warm smile on your face. He has to stop his mind from drifting away.

“I don’t know how to thank you,” you say, your voice softer now, more personal. “Is there anything I can do— Free tickets, do you need more popcorn?— That doesn’t do it justice. If there’s anything I can do to make it up to you, please let me know” You rambled and his heart fluttered.

There’s a pause, just long enough for you to wonder what he’s thinking. Then, he meets your eyes, his expression a mix of uncertainty and hope. “How about a date?”

The question hangs in the air, and your heart skips a beat.

It takes a moment to process what he’s asking, but when you do, you feel a smile tugging at your lips. “You’re asking me out?”

He nods, looking more nervous than you’ve ever seen him. “If you’re free. I’d really like to take you out sometime.”

You furrow your eyebrows slightly, hands coming back up to fumble with the lanyard on your neck — for maybe the hundredth time. You look over his face as id you don’t believe him for a moment before you let out a breathy laugh, and for a moment his heart dropped with the idea of rejection.

“Yeah- Yeah. I’d like that.” You said. And he felt like the wind had been knocked out of him.

Spencer liked the cinema’s a lot more now.

[ode2rin]

petty!rin is so baby girl i love writing him as much as i love clingy!rin | warnings: profanity and lil ooc | mentions of food

itoshi rin, likes to believe that he is one rational man. 

he truly is. he is a man grounded with rationality, the real definition of calm and quiet. he prides himself on his ability to be stoic and composed at all costs.

he is one to be blunt, approach what’s wrong head on with his words that bleeds. never to cower, never one to hesitate. 

truly indeed, itoshi rin is a rational man.

so, why the fuck is he in the kitchen, tightening all jars that he could see?

apparently, when rin is faced with the seemingly impossible mission of getting you to talk to him after a small (he thinks so) disagreement, all rationality goes out the window.

suddenly, he finds himself overcome with a desperate need to hear your voice, to mend whatever rift has come between you. and so, he does the only thing he can think of at this point: he heads to the kitchen.

there, he methodically tightens every jar he can find, each twist of the lid a small act of rebellion against his own calm demeanor. he puts your favorite snacks up high on the shelf, just out of reach, hoping that you'll come to him for help.

on a normal day, rin would never do this. this is nothing but a foolish, incredibly ridiculous, absurd plan. he would never do something like this, but he exhausted every rational option he had at his disposal. he already asked you if you wanted takeout (you just looked at him, you never say no to takeout), asked if you knew where his cleats were because he couldn't find them (of course he knows where they are), and his last resort was to play your favorite show in the living room in the hopes that you'd join him on the couch.

nothing worked. zero successful attempts. nada.

you are officially ignoring him for 5 hours and 36 minutes (not that he’s counting, the wall clock in the living room is just obnoxiously big for its purpose and it keeps reminding him of the time, yup, that must be it). 

and rin thinks if this goes on for much longer, you might suggest sleeping in the guest room out of stubborness. no, rin thought of the idea. 

there’s no way in hell would rin sleep away from you. that’s just vile torture in his book. a cold ass bed without you? sleep without you in his arms? (he might genuinely prefer to be locked in a room with shidou than have that). that is atrocious, he needs to prevent that from happening, or else he would really lose it.

seemingly content with his scheme, rin places himself on one of the bar stools at the kitchen countertop to wait, boring holes into the bedroom door you've isolated yourself in. if this doesn't work, pinning you down until you utter a word to him may be the next best (worst) option.

after what felt like an eternity (it was ten minutes, max) to rin, you finally emerged from your shared bedroom with a purpose, and that is to fill your grumbling stomach. making your way in the kitchen, you ignored how rin is intently watching every step you make. 

you open one of the cupboards to get your leftover bag of chips from yesterday, only to be met by an empty shelf. looking up, you see the said chips placed two shelves higher than usual. 

when did that even get there?

hastily, you reached out for a stool to reach it. rin can’t help but let out a silent huff at the sight of you standing on a stool. that stool must be fucking with him, because why is it conveniently there? 

rin shifts expectantly on his seat when he sees you looking for the jar of dip you always combine with your chips. and the heavens must be siding with him as he sees you annoyed and struggling to open the said dip.

“let me.”

you were about to deny his offer when you felt his chest already pressing on your back as he reached out for the culprit of your annoyance.

“thanks.” you timidly uttered, but rin didn’t move an inch from where he was pressing on you.

instead, rin tentatively wrapped an arm around your waist and pressed a kiss to your temple. you felt the side of his jaw on your temple, his other hand rubbing smooth circles on your shoulders, tapping on it three times.

you shut your eyes tightly at the feel of his touch, "rin," you started, but you didn't know how to continue. 

“i know. i was in the wrong,” he trailed off, tapping three times once again on your exposed collarbone as if the gesture was a language you two only understand, “i’m sorry, y/n,” he said, voice laced with remorse.

you looked over your shoulder to meet rin's gaze. his eyes were soft, and his expression held a hint of guilt that you rarely saw. he seemed to be waiting for your response, and you took a deep breath before answering.

“i only want what's best for you, rin. seeing you exhaust yourself like that hurts me,” you explained, turning to face him and resting your hands on his chest. “and i'm sorry for being immature and ignoring you. it wasn't the right way to handle things.”

immature? only if you knew.

he tightened his grip on you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “i hate it when we fight," he mumbled, his voice muffled. “it hurts when you don’t look at me.”

taken aback by rin's confession, you struggled to find the right words to alleviate what you’ve done. instead, you tapped three times in his chest, right where his heart beats.

in which you earned a - “not more than i do,” reply from rin, suggesting he understood.

“as you should, rinnie.” you replied with a playful teasing smile.

ah, there it was - the smile rin loved so much. the smile that always promises him that it will be fine - you two will be fine.

if it meant earning that smile over and over again, rin wouldn’t mind throwing out every ounce of rationality from his body. 

he’ll never tell you about it though, you’d tease him to death. besides, if you knew, how could he use the same scheme again?

note. i love this trope in books so much that it's everything i think of lately (˘･_･˘)

[transmascaraa]

Hihi Nyx!! ^^ As i said i wanted to req for dgr (i think that is danganronpa but if isn't just ignore that lol) :P

Can i request for Kyoko, Kokichi, Korekiyo, Byakuya, Celeste and Nagito with a male s/o that acts like a watchdog around them?

Like, the others are scared of him because of his explosive temper and rude/egocentric attitude but with their s/o he is the nicest and clingy person ever and kinda pawn to them too, also he always do anything to make their partner happy, like: people are making fun of their partner? No problem, he will gladly blackmail that person so that shit never happens again.

-☠️🎀 anon xoxo!!

multiple characters headcannons!

"don't judge a book by it's cover.", they say.

characters: kokichi, korekiyo, byakuya, celestia, nagito x m!reader

author's note: yup it's danganronpa dw^^ anyways sure! i love the prompt tho and the idea it's literally chef's kiss to me lmfao (i was planning to finish both of the remaining reqs rn so yeah basically they'll be open in AT LEAST a few hours so yeah) ENJOY EVERYONEEEE

☆ Kokichi

-so in public you're js a guy that people look at and then immediately turn to their friends to whisper to them "he looks so scary..." or smthn

-and kokichi would ofc notice that

-he would either giggle to himself or actually just yell at them

-"HEY WHO THE HELL ARE YOU CALLING SCARY??!!!??!??!?"

-to the point where you have to drag him away with the most aggressive expression on your face

-people probably don't believe you when you say you're dating much because they think you abuse him or smthn

-but when at home, and you're literally a clingy golden-retriever typa bf, he loves gossiping with you about all those reactions from people in public

-that mischievous idiot will mostly lie to people if anything, like "you won't believe me how scary he is...... he sleeps hugging a knife instead of me!!!"

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◉ Korekiyo

-i hope he won't be too ooc

-ANYWAYS so

-it depends if you want people knowing your personality change/difference or not

-like if you want them to know, he will genuinely try to convince them but the thing is that he'll probably add teasing remarks wether you like it or not

-the same goes for if gou don't want them to know, again, he'll do his best to hide your clingy bf side

-if he hears people saying smthn like "look at that guy.... he looks as if he just killed someone.."

-i swear i see him turning around for 2 seconds to look at them, then continue walking with you after saying loud enough for them to hear "yes he may have, and you're probably next."

-he will scare people off using that watchdog vibe that you apparently give to people

-prefers being alone w you tho

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✷ Byakuya

-oh this guys is a menace(not complaining)

-he has overheard countless shit about people saying "guys..... is that THE byakuya togami?!!??!? why is he walking with that creepy looking guy?"

-and uh he ignores them but definitely makes a grimace at it

-if he's directly talking to someone with you there, and they ask something like "why are you so tense, [name]? chill out a bit......"

-he will literally give them the biggest side-eye ever.

-"if only they were always like that.." he might quietly say but nobody knows.

-when alone, he sometimes wishes he was in public rather than with clingy you.

-don't get either me or him wrong, he loves your affection deep down, but yk him enough to know that he at least has a limit to it all

-kinda hard to be in a relationship w him at all if you think about it but yes????

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✧ Celestia

-love this woman sm i swear

-okay she's the perfect option allow me to explain and rant about why(i just realized how much i love this woman)

-she LOVES you

-SO fucking much especially like this

-idk if it comes off as ooc to others but to me? she absolutely adores it.

-she loves how you're really protective and would probably kill countless people and go through a million executions just you defend her

-but the thing that she loves more about it is that others don't realize it

-they see you more as someone who would kill everyone, celestia, and then yourself.

-if she overheards people making rumors or smthn while walking with you, she would giggle to herself and then tell you about it all

-loves you in both public and private

-but in private you treat her as how a prince treats his princess so she feels extra special then

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✿ Nagito

-alright so this guy

-first of all good luck on getting into a relationship w him cuz it's gonna be tricky due to his nonexistent self-esteem and that

-especially with how you look in public

-when he first saw you he thought "that guy will never look my way.." and was probably scared af when you asked him what was his name

-if people make remarks about it in public, he would most not say anything and just tell you everything by whispering to you

-but if he decides to reply to them in any way, he might say something like "you don't know him enough to call him that, don't assume what people are like just by their appearance." and that's literally it

-so mostly you don't pay any mind to it, neither does he

-but LOVES being in private with you when you shower him with compliments and praise no matter how much he denies all of them

-loves you to the point it might become an obsession but yk if you know him enough it doesn't seem weird much

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really like how i did this one

not sure about korekiyo since i don't really like the guy lol but i tried my best

and finally ofc i celestia is a work of art i love women sm it is not okay anymore

| @mariaace <3

[kanohivolitakk]

Your recent posts reminded me of Greg wanting Matau to be the turncoat in WoS instead of Vakama and trying to make Vakama's fall from grace into something he apparently fakes in the novelization (failing bc it still comes off as a genuine fall from grace and tbh i think it enhances what the movie already had going for it). Its like he wants to make simple black-and-white sort of characters but he just keeps adding complexity to them apparently by mistake

Oh yeah, Greg really disliked Vakamas heel-turn and vocally expressed his distaste for it whenever asked what aspects of the series he personally didn't like or would've turned differently. Ironically the reasons he disliked Vakamas heelturn gives a really weird reading of Vakama: from what I recall he felt it was OOC for someone as dutybound, honorable and passionate of his job as a Toa as Vakama to abandon his duty and I'm just sitting here like. Greg. Are we talking about the same character? Vakama spent an entire arc seeing himself as not worthy of being a toa. How can you say a man who spent most of the story being in the refusal of call phase and struggles with self-worth wouldn't be suspectible for temptation?

I don't know if you know this, but your comment on Greg wanting to write simple black- and white morality actually isn't that off mark as you may think. Greg actually has said a few times that he doesn't like villain redemptions (or complex villains at all for that matter), and prefers to write simple villains, because that's just something he personally prefers. Interestingly Greg does like prefering complex heroes though, and loves to make heroes with flaws, who are tested and fail at times. He has actually explained this paradox a few time: goodness is challenging, evilness is simple to be tempted by and it is far easier for good guys to fall to the dark side than the other way around. His mindset is essentially that one classic Ursula Le Guin quote of how evilness is simple and good is complex.

And while I get that mindset idk..I just find that rather limiting. Maybe it is because I personally prefer when characters are human and complex regardless of their moral alingment but Greg's idea of heroes being complex and villains being simple never sat with me. Especially when a lot of his better written characters were villains and morally ambigious characters. While Greg did succeed in writing some compelling and likable heroes, he really excelled at making some damn memorable and at times interesting villains. So for Greg to dismiss some of his more morally complicated characters as being more simple than they come across in the text itself is rather frustrating. Like, Greg you wrote some damn interesting characters, stop making them less interesting than they actually are.

I also feel Greg's statement of villains and heroes is somewhat ironic when you remember that three of his best written and most memorable characters are: 1. arguably the only redeemed villain in the entire series 2. a morally ambigious catgirl who can flipflop between an antagonist and antihero depending on the story 3. Unholy fusion of Joker and Deadpool who started as a villain only for later stories to use him as either a neutral wildcard or outright antihero. All three are characters he has admitted of liking, with at least one of them (the catgirl) being among his personal favorites. So basically outliers to the general writing philosophy he had.

[grayheadedleague]

a/n: there's literally no new content for the latter two so decided to do things myself HAHAHAH might be ooc but anyway

reacting to their crush inviting them out (platonically)

featuring: Apollo, Simon, Barok x GN!Reader

Apollo Justice

Were his ears working properly? Was he even awake? Was this the real life, or was this just fantasy?

He'd be so lost and so caught off-guard that he'd stare at you blankly for a good minute. Since he's so used to being pranked on, who's to say this is not another bad joke of the universe's? What did his bracelet say? Were you lying about being worried about him?

Your chuckle snaps him out of it, bringing a flush of color to his cheeks. He just had to be so obvious...

"I'm serious, Apollo. If you want a good place to let it out then what's better than an amusement park?"

Being with you is more than enough, but anyway-

It really warms his heart whenever someone shows kindness and mercy to him, let alone if it came from you. With how his life has been going, sometimes he truly doubts if anyone cares for him at all.

"Okay, I'll go with you then."

The smile you show him in return was so adorable he could've screamed out his entire existence right there and then. Of course, he knew perfectly well it was simply a friendly gesture on your part, but that didn't damper the joy in the slightest.

Simon Blackquill

You invited the Simon Blackquill to a film screening? Wow. You liked him this much? Your boldness is laudable. It deserves one of those little toy prizes kids love so much.

But in all seriousness, Simon was very much thrilled to know you liked him enough to ask him to join you. As a friend. But alone. But just as a friend...

So how could he not jump to conclusions? Were you that dense? What if you had asked someone else and they took advantage of the situation, huh?! God, you were so helpless...

"I'm not sure you'll enjoy my company for something like that. You know what I'm like," he said with a smirk.

He meant it as a half-joke, but it showed more than half a glimpse of his insecurity. He liked teasing you - that much anyone knew at this point - but he was worried that once his other colors come out, you wouldn't want him around at all.

To never have you as his lover is something he'd accepted early on. But to lose you as a friend?

"Of course I know what you're like," you quipped. "If I didn't, why would I have invited you? Sometimes you're so dumb for someone who studied psychology."

After being stunned for a few moments, Simon laughed heartily at your comment. You were right - you were absolutely right. He was dumb.

Deep inside however, he was touched to know that someone like you has accepted him for who he was. Didn't matter if it was only at a platonic level - to him, this was more than enough.

Barok van Zieks (minor spoilers for DGS/TGAA2)

He had already been planning to visit the Great Exhibition (as he missed the previous due to... certain events) to tour Albert around. And so you inviting him to join you? Well. Suffice to say his heart and schedule were not ready.

The moment he made it back to his office, he double and triple checked his agenda for that week. Curses. It was more air-tight than any of his yet-to-be-opened wine bottles.

Of course, the three of you could go together as a group (you and Albert were close friends too) but Barok would prefer to enjoy his time with you two separately. Mostly because he would rather not Albert find out and possibly blabber about his true feelings, but anyway-

He wanted so dearly to go with you one-on-one as the opportunity hardly comes by; he really did. But he was not so rude and desperate as to push another dear friend he already made a promise to aside.

And so with a heavy heart he declined your offer. You understood the situation completely and were gracious enough to accept it, however the disappointment on your face was, though subtle, still very much apparent.

It was quite unlike the feared Lord van Zieks to let his spontaneous thoughts out in the open, but the compulsion to make it up to you somehow superseded his inherent shyness.

"Perhaps I could take you to a place of your choosing. Whenever your schedule allows for it..."

"That's not necessary at all! But... thank you for such a gracious offer. I'd be looking forward to it."

he was so excited he kept all his weekends free for the next two months, but pretend you didn't know that

[nottakingresponsibility]

(Alright, alright. Hi. This whole thing is going to be OOC, and it's going to be attached to my pinned post from a link that goes to this post. To put it simply!) Let's lay out some proper rules for me and Jimmy here, cause apparently I overestimated people and their basic understanding of human decency! (I would REALLY prefer you read this.)

First off, if I say I don't want to roleplay something, don't go against me for that. It's my choice, and I have my own reasons for it. I own the blog, I get to decide what's canon to it and what isn't as well. Currently? It's kind of a mess. So if I ever feel the need to clean that up, don't get upset about it.

Be respectful in general, please! That should be a basic thing. I also, as I have stated, am not good at communicating. Please be patient with me. Me and Jimmy are two different people. I get it, he's an asshole. You can hate him all you want, don't take it to the mod. I just want to explore him as a character, we all have our own shit to deal with.

I am as human as you likely are. I'm not just a character from a game, I'm a real person. I have my boundaries, I have things I'm comfortable with doing, and things I'm not. It's hard to speak up about that, and I automatically assume people are assholes at first insult, keep that in mind. I WILL block you if you deserve it in my eyes, I block freely, and that's that. No second chances.

My mental health is a priority, I am a priority, this is my blog and I'm doing this for fun.

Now then! Onto actual roleplaying rules, sorry.

Don't control Jimmy for me, or at least not too often, alright? It kind of takes the fun out of it if I feel like I have to do a set thing. We all have fun here, yeah, and most of the time I'll let whatever happens, happen. But I do have my limits when it comes to getting annoyed.

I need everyone to know I roleplay in a specific way. I make Jimmy talk with "Speaking!" and when he does actions, it's just; He does an action! Wow! And that's that. I get why that could be confusing. Whatever happens in his thoughts, stays in there. People aren't just mind readers now, are they? When I talk out of character, it'll have () on both sides of the text. That's me, not Jimmy. Don't be an asshole or I'll think it's deliberately to me, and I'll block you. I feel like I really have to emphasize that.

The whole point of him is that he has secrets, yeah. He's a manipulative bastard, what a shock. It's not a huge problem, especially considering a lot of the anons are probably just voices in his head or whatever, and it will be assumed as such if you just know everything about him. Like Doubt for example! (Positive by the way, you're cool Doubt mod :])

Anything Jimmy does is not endorsed by the mod, I know roleplay is in character, it's fine if you're an asshole to him. Though, sometimes I wish the insane bullshit would die down a bit. Cause, between you and me? I don't know how to roleplay him getting killed twenty fucking times over. I never EVER want to be limiting on what you can do!! I'm just getting kind of tired of nothing on this blog making sense. :(

No death is canon by the way, ever. Unless it is decided by me AND the mod of whoever else is roleplaying. Or, if it's just me writing Jimmy in a stand alone post. In which, most of the time are free to interact with, do as you wish. A lot of the things he receives as 'gifts' I'm not even going to remember, I have a bad memory. Speaking of deaths and killing!

Please, if you're gonna kill Jimmy and even slightly THINK of making it canon, make it make sense. And, also, ask me first. It can be in the tags, you don't have to DM me, I always read tags. In fact, I'd probably prefer to not get DMED anyway.

Please understand there's several Jimmys in several different places. He may be terribly injured one place, and completely fine in another for the convenience of asks and other roleplays. Of course, that's always open. You want to roleplay with an upset, stressed and or injured Jimmy? Go ahead. You want to roleplay with normal Jimmy? Sure.

I can delete asks freely. Especially if I just don't know how to answer them, or really don't feel like putting that on the blog. If I stop roleplaying with you, again, it's NOT personal! I just don't fucking know how to respond or I got tired of the way things were going, I may or may not be on the neurodivergent spectrum bear with me. Or I just. You know, took a break, took care of myself, perhaps took a nap. I have a life I fear.

I don't exactly know how to cover everything here, but just think basic roleplaying rules. Don't be an asshole to the mod, and have fun, don't expect everything to be canon. They can be with the specific character he's roleplaying with, but don't always expect it to be canon throughout the whole blog! If you're somehow really that clueless, feel free to search up 'basic roleplaying rules' on Google or something. I can't explain things right when I'm not thinking straight. This is NOT up for debate, none of these rules are, I mean. And if you want to stay on this blog, I expect you to read them.

[stromuprisahat]

About the post about homosexuality in the world of Shadow and Bone. So apparently homophobia doesn't exist in a world full of racism and bigotry? The Grishas are the worst at it, but not the only ones hit. I mean, the suli, the Shu, etc. The series even added racism to Alina's Shu origin. With a universe so charged with discrimination, am I supposed to believe that homosexuality is fully tolerated there? The joke. It makes more sense if it's something that doesn't matter to grishas. Moreover, according to my memories, in the books, the grishas of the little palace are supposed to support themselves regardless of their origins, it seems to me. I mean, there are grishas from Fjerda and Shu Han who come to Ravka for refuge. Logic. One of the reasons why Zoya's racist comment on Alina in episode 3 of season 1 is completely stupid. She has literally been trained since childhood by Botkin!

(The post mentioned.)

Absolutely agree on implausibility of such state of matters in general. When there's hatred towards other nations and cultures, religious bigotry, sexism, whatever you'd call the complex issue of fear and homicidal animosity towards Grisha... but sexual preferences of less than every tenth person aren't good enough reason for ostracism?

My doylist explanation is the show creators probably didn't want to draw attention away from their amazing half-Shu MC's hardships, back in the day, when they DID play the racist card. LB might have simply forgotten there are gay people, when she was writing the first book and remembered just in time to add some into the second one to collect cash kudos from LGBTs too.

Zoya's racism is hardly OOC. She's first and foremost better than everyone.

“... The Corporalki are the highest-ranking Grisha and should lead the Second Army.” “According to you, bloodletter.” As soon as I heard that silky voice, I knew who it belonged to, but my heart still lurched when I caught sight of her raven’s wing hair. Zoya stepped through the crowd of Etherealki, her lithe form swathed in blue summer silk that made her eyes glow like gems—disgustingly long-lashed gems.

Siege and Storm- Chapter 13

Zoya swept me into an embrace. “It’s such an honor to finally meet the Sun Summoner,” she said loudly. But as she hugged me she whispered, “You stink of Keramzin.”

Shadow and Bone- Chapter 11

“I could watch him all day,” said a voice behind me. I stiffened. Zoya was standing there. Even in the heat, she never seemed to sweat. “You don’t think he stinks of Keramzin?” I asked, remembering the vicious words she had once spoken to me. “I find the lower classes have a certain rough appeal. You will let me know when you’re through with him, won’t you?”

Siege and Storm- Chapter 17

She's in no position to mock Alina's origin in book, she's in no position to use otkazat'sya slur against another Grisha... I don't think making her Suli would prevent her from insulting Alina's bright new mixed heritage.

It's such an honor to formally meet you. You stink of the orphanage, half-breed.

Shadow and Bone- 01×03: The Making at the Heart of the World

She might be Botkin's star pupil, but that doesn't mean Alina's not half-Shu trash.

[the-hydroxian-artblog]

General thoughts on interpretations that are opposing your own preferences in a media you enjoy? This could be fan head cannons, art style or just official works.

i made chaos 0 gay. with regard to stuff that doesn't harm discussions or gets in the way of criticisms, let people interpret things as horrendously ooc as they like, and draw in as stupid a style as they like. if too many fans misinterpret or misrepresent a work without apparent malice, then that's just an unfortunate act of god that the writer/artist/creator didn't account for.

it's only an issue if it begins to overcentralize discussions or makes people oddly hostile to each other for disagreeing. The problem is that discussing fandom stuff on social media is horrendous and difficult unless everyone is agreeing something is worthy of praise or dunking. This is despite it being easier than ever to hear every kind of take imaginable, like what omegaverse headcanons people have for sherlock or whatever else. It's easy to hear people spit takes, but it's difficult to meaningfully engage with takes on the internet

that's what makes opposing interpretations that gain noticeable traction with an air of hostility hard to engage with, because ideally i want to understand! ideally, even if I might not agree with other interpretations that oppose my own, I want to engage with opposing viewpoints on how to interpret different characters, but I can't enjoy that if it's the equivalent of running across no man's land in a trench war and asking the soldiers on the other side if they want to call a truce. More concretely, I'd love to discuss ways in which something like archie sonic appeals or fails to appeal to different people, but if people on twitter and youtube and reddit keep talking about these things as all or nothing, there's no way to comfortably do that without it feeling like just talking to a wall.

idk. you should never ask me to give "general" thoughts on stuff like this because i go all over the place lol

[ryiju-muunie]

You I like that [your skin]

18+ viewer discretion is advised

Bottom!Omega!Zoro Roronoa/Top!Alpha!Usopp Warnings: omega verse, oviposition, ovipositior alpha, animal/human hybrids, gender roles but make it omega verse, zoro has gender issues lowkey, self doubt, making out, anal rimming, frotting and frottage, mpreg mentions, porn with feelings Word count: 5382 DESC: Omega sexualization was prevalent in society, this was a fact. Zoro was not a cute omega; this was also a fact. It was a long shot to think Usopp would be watching videos with the term ‘knothole’ but- Zoro’s eyes widened when he saw ten videos pulled up on the search bar. OR Zoro snoops on Usopp's laptop and discovers some secrets he's been dying to uncover

NOTES: Hi! God, I don't know if this idea is too ooc or not. I wanted to do something with Zoro and him being an omega, while briefly touching on what I think the society of a/b/o could be like. Then this happened. Not very coherent but we're working with it!!! Also I didn't know but apparently Zosopp is a rare pair?? Hello?? We need more Zosopp because I'm flooding the tag with me and my filth. And the cute stuff too. Also also, someone write more hybrid one piece fics. I have no idea if its a thing [because I haven't checked] but I need it!!! I need to see more peoples ideas with what Usopp could be, or really any of the strawhats. In my hybrid AU [series on my page] I made Usopp a brown cat, but here I thought an ocelot could be cute. Zoro though, is just a tiger. I can't change that. Also also also, SOMEONE WRITE ANOTHER GYATT DAMN OMEGA VERSE OVIPOSITION FIC! The tag is only me, c'mon people! Use your creativity and make eggs come from mens holes!

Omega sexualization was prevalent in society, this was a fact.  

Zoro was not a cute omega; this was also a fact.  

The tiger hybrid had tried his fair share of being cute when he was in his twenties, trying to play up to an image he would never succeed. He tried the skirts, and he tried the bows, before he ever became as built as he was in the present. Of course, when he did, alphas told him he was hot. He was this sexy, hot, tantalizing omega who could knock their socks off. He never minded the feminine thing in his own opinion, but he hated how sexualized it was. He could never wear a skirt in public without an alpha making a comment on how breedable he looked, or how he smelt incredibly sweet [even when his pheromones ran on the savorier side].  

There was a small part of Zoro that wished Usopp wanted him to be cute. It was a small and stupid part of him that he pushed away with beer and exercising until he could barely breathe. Everyone wanted to be wanted, and he wasn’t a stranger to desire in any sense of the word. If the omega wanted something he would get up and get it, no matter how long it took him. If he wanted a nap, he’d damn well get it. So, why did he always hesitate when asking his boyfriend this question of: What if I wore a skirt this time around? 

One part of him hated, despised, the sexualization that came with skirts and socks. But the other part of him wished the person who was perverted was his angel of a boyfriend, who looked upon him with innocent and caring eyes. Was it wrong to wish your cute ocelot boyfriend was a pervert who wanted you bent over in a skirt?  

It was wrong and he knew it to even pry about his boyfriend's interests in porn, or even kink. They had, had sex loads of times, alternating on who bottomed and who topped. Zoro enjoyed a change in routine because he got off either way, and he knew Usopp would too. It was the intimacy over the position for him, although he knew his boyfriend preferred anything where he could see the one, he loved before him, slowly crumbling.  

Being together for almost six months meant they knew just about every secret there was to know, except for what porn Usopp watched. Secretly, the tiger hoped it was the perverted kind. The kind that degraded omegas in such humiliating ways, in ways he never looked at. The cat was a gentleman in every sense of the word, barely ever initiating sex if he could help it and making sure Zoro was comfortable over all else. It was so frustrating and utterly annoying when he wanted to be used like a sex doll, and he couldn’t even get that. Of course, the obvious solution was to ask, but that was weird! How do you go about asking your boyfriend to disregard you and fuck you like a whore? 

It was wrong to pry about his boyfriend's porn interests, so he didn’t. No, instead he checked his search history. He knew the damned alpha would be out late at a work function, something with engineering [he didn’t care to ask], so he had time to snoop. And he knew that damned alpha never used a private tab, instead opting to keep everything on the main browser so he could simply type in one word and access the world at his fingertips.  

Opening the laptop and putting in the password [godsopp69], he was face to face with the last tab his boyfriend had opened. It was an article about something mechanical, but if it wasn’t porn Zoro wasn’t interested in it. He clicked into a separate tab and pressed his fingers to the keys, typing out ‘omega’. The male's brow furrowed when nothing popped up, but one article on omega heats. It was thoughtful, but not what he was caring for. If nothing came up with omega, maybe a more derogatory term would pull something up. It was a long shot to think Usopp would be watching videos with the term ‘knothole’ but- 

Zoro’s eyes widened when he saw ten videos pulled up on the search bar, all from varying sites with varying levels of dirty in the name. They were basic things, but one caught his eye. He clicked on the search and was brought to a dodgy website, with a video pulled up. There was an alpha in a feminine get up, something he found himself staring at when they would go to the mall. A short pink skirt and those tight thigh highs that would make the fat of his legs look perfect; he knew it. If only his stupid alpha boyfriend was outwardly into that stuff…  

The video started out normal enough, the omega getting surrounded by a bigger and more muscular alpha. It was the usual porn shenanigans, but then they brought out a muzzle. It wasn’t exactly what he had in mind, but Zoro continued to watch. I mean, Usopp had it starred and everything on his browser, which he was going to investigate in a few moments. But first, the porn was capturing his attention. The omega was put onto a muzzle and bent over on the floor, splayed to his alpha as he begged to be used like a fuck toy.  

Zoro quirked an eyebrow, “...That’s .. not half bad..” He murmured to himself, watching as it continued. That was kind of the same theme of all the videos, although the more he watched the more extreme they got. It was always some submissive omega getting rawed and knotted by some bigger alpha. As the tiger clicked onto the folders on the side of the browser, scrolling until he found an unmarked folder, he tried not to think too hard about it.  

In their dynamic, it was kind of the reverse. He was the burly omega with a timid alpha boyfriend. Not to say Usopp wasn’t muscular, fuck, he was built- but he wasn’t any match for his boyfriend.  

Was that what Usopp wanted? A scrawny and feminine omega to fuck into for days on end?  

The omega found more porn in the poorly hid folder, organized by genre because it was his boyfriend we were talking about here. There weren’t any burly omegas there, with muscles being dominated. In some way, it was kind of making him feel bad about himself. He knew his boyfriend watched porn, but he didn’t realize he’d have so many tabs saved, of the same thing. None of them even looked like Zoro.  

But it was silly, he thought as he closed the laptop [after he erased his tracks]. Why should he even get upset over something like that? He was Zoro! He was a man who only needed booze and sword collecting to get through any hardship, he never needed that stupid stuff like … being wanted. But, God, he wanted to be wanted so badly. He knew Usopp wanted him, but clearly not enough. Clearly there was something he wasn’t doing right. He wasn’t the cute submissive omega he even wanted to be, he was big and curt.  

Some part of him wanted to be cute, and most of him wanted to be cute to appease the alpha gaze. It was so complex to think he wanted something he despised, and despised what he wanted. To be sexualized by someone you love in something you wished wasn’t sexualized by society.  

The ocelot wouldn’t be home for a few more hours, and it wasn’t too late to do some shopping, he thought. The shopping was brisk, going to Kohl’s of all places to find a cute skirt and some lingerie. Pink was compelling, but a black set drew him in. Instead of a skirt, he opted for some black laced panties. Starting out seductive yet feminine, could be cute if you squinted. It had small flowers embroidered into the fabric, which were cute to him. Probably would be cute to Usopp too. The bra itself was tan, with a black mesh overlay that cascaded down like a faux dress. But in the middle, it came together as two halves, with a bow at the center of the bra. All along it, small flowers were detailed into the bra and mesh, making it cohesive. It wasn’t as cutesy as he wanted, but it was a start into the world of femininity.  

Staring at his own reflection in the mirror, Zoro couldn’t help but admire how the cups clung to his skin. If he didn’t know any better it looked like his pecs were breasts, actual breasts. It was fun to think for a moment he had them, or something adjacent to them. Mounds of fat protruding off his body in a way that, for once, suited him. Then the panties, that left nothing more to the imagination. His cock was barely contained in the fabric, the head poking out as much as he tried to stuff it back in the confines. Fashion was really tricky.  

Before the insecurity came in, he thought he looked good. Then, after he stared, he thought he looked stupid. How could he think he could pull off this feminine thing? How could he think he could wear a bra and look- look decent? Not pretty. His looks aren't suited for the word pretty. Handsome, maybe. Rugged, too, but never pretty. The tiger ears atop his head flattened back and his tail flicked a few times as he glared at himself. He didn’t look stupid, he looked bad.  

He could never pull off this feminine thing.  

Zoro turned on his heel to change when he heard a familiar voice shout through the apartment, “Zo-o-oro you’ll never guess what happened at the party!” The omega felt his heart sink as the one thing he didn’t want to happen happened. Of course. This was his nightmare. He was living a nightmare. Well, maybe he was sleeping! So, in an action of haste, he slapped himself in the face. Instead of waking up, though, he just got stinging pain glaring back at him. 

He was awake. 

He wasn’t sure what to do. Typically, they would congregate on the couch and the alpha would regale him with his day, no matter how long it took. And typically, Zoro would always come out of where he was to greet him. It wasn’t like the tiger to just sit there and wait, or else his stupid amazing and caring boyfriend would get worried. 

“Zoro?” The alpha called out again, as the omega glared at himself in the mirror. He could either look ridiculous in their bedroom or he could look ridiculous in the living room. It was his pick whether he wanted to die of embarrassment in a different room or not. He let out a small sigh and slowly walked out of the bedroom, down the hall and into the living room.  

“Over here,” Zoro spoke, peering out into the hall to see his boyfriend sitting on the couch and logging into his laptop. Thankfully, he didn’t turn his head to gaze upon his lingerie covered form. He was too busy typing something up onto the search bar, clicking into the fist search and scrolling.  

“Perfect! You’ll never guess! Sanji- Oh let me get a drink, hold on!” Like a squirrel, he found his attention caught elsewhere. He bolted up from the couch, darting into the kitchen to grab a drink.  

It gave Zoro enough time to hide, maybe run into the bedroom and throw on a coat. But he knew he couldn’t hide forever. He couldn’t hide his shame with a coat even if he tried, he had to show himself and live with the consequences. As Usopp chattered on in the kitchen, his boyfriend slowly walked into the living room and stood. He had never truly been nervous before. Not when he had bid on swords on eBay or when he was graduating college. Nothing truly made his nerves ache like being stared at, barely clothed, with his soul bared to his lover.  

This was kind of like baring every part of his ugly insecurities out on a table for his boyfriend to see. Never was Zoro the tiger vulnerable, especially vulnerable in lingerie no less. It was starting to feel humiliating and he wasn’t even being watched yet. 

“...And he said that I had the best project! Isn’t that funny? Out of everyone,” Usopp rounded the corner and slowly came to a stop when he saw his boyfriend’s outfit, “I … had the.. Best… project.” His eyes slowly widened, raking from Zoro’s face down his long torso. It was methodical, how his eyes stared until they were back to his face. Quickly and within seconds, his deep skin turned into a dark shade of red, sprawling across his temples and down his nose.  

The two exchanged a painfully long beat of eye contact before Zoro knew he had to break the ice, “I went to Kohl's today.” It was all he managed to muster out under his boyfriend's intense gaze. A gaze he couldn’t read. Then it hit him. Wave after wave was wafting off his partner, hitting his nose almost instantaneously. Usopp was aroused, or at least leaking off more horny pheromones than he normally was. How could he be horny seeing this? It wasn’t anything special.  

“I can tell,” his voice was hoarse, dry, and coming from the back of his throat. As if it was painful for him to stand there with a canned sprite in his hands, fiddling with the cap, “You look…” Usopp trailed off, blowing some air from his pursed lips as his eyes went back to Zoro’s chest. That’s where they lingered, on the pecs that were pushed up and molded to look like breasts. 

It was just some lingerie on an omega who was the furthest thing from being feminine. How could the alpha find him attractive in this when all Zoro saw was a pig with lipstick on? It wasn’t the same as those other omegas with the smaller builds and the daintier frames. Soon, he realized he didn’t feel bad that his boyfriend was watching porn. No. He was jealous he was nothing like those omegas on the porn he watched. He wasn’t cute, he wasn’t small, he didn’t have a feminine frame.  

“Stupid? I know,” Zoro let out a laugh. Always, he deflected with humor. Something he picked up from when he was younger, but he always tried to push his feelings away with remarks that were the furthest thing from how he felt. This time though, he wasn’t lying when he continued, “I was gonna take it off.” 

“N-No!” The ocelot blurted out, dropping his sprite bottle and stepping over it, to clasp his omega’s hands with his own, “You look so… stunningly-beautiful-amazing-pretty-sexy-hot,” he spoke, smiling awkwardly, “You look really good.” The words were nice to hear. It was nice to feel those eyes stare into his skull. But those videos lingered in Zoro’s mind every time he closed his eyes.  

“I went on your laptop,” he looked away, only turning his head to face his alpha when he felt a foot nudge his own, “And I found your porn folder.” At that, Usopp let out a strangled and embarrassed noise, dropping their hands and flopping back onto the couch.  

“I can explain! I’m not some big pervert!” He covered his eyes with his left arm as he shouted, “I barely watch any of that stuff anymore! I’m all for omegas rights!” Usopp continued to ramble on, about how he never meant to offend his boyfriend and how most of it was old. I mean, the tiger knew that much. But he didn’t want to know the ocelot wasn’t a pervert. Zoro wanted that perverted side so badly, to feel it, to taste it, to kiss it.  

Zoro didn’t want to talk, he just wanted to show his alpha what he wanted. So, without speaking, letting his boyfriend rattle on, he dropped down to his knees. It was barely a soft thud against the carpet as he positioned himself. Was this even as cute as the omegas in porn? Should he have bought something different? All those thoughts tried to break through, but the omega did his best to swallow them and do what he always did: wing it.  

Two burly hands fell to his boyfriend's knees, steadying them as his voice dripped out, trying to put on an air of confidence he didn’t have, “Sopp… look at me.” Zoro tried to have it come out commanding and sultry, but in turn it ended up more whiney and pathetic than he intended. Instantly, however, it got the alphas attention. He snapped up, staring down at his partner with wide eyes as he saw the scene before him.  

Usopp swallowed slowly, “Uh… huh- uh-huh.” His top teeth found home on his bottom lip, pressing his canines down into the skin. It was something the tiger only saw him do when he was fighting off his rut when it would come in the most inopportune times.  

“I want you to be a pervert for me…” Zoro’s voice was low, trying to be seductive but turning out more submissive than he meant. He was never the type to be overtly submissive even when he bottomed, but God, it was hard not to beg when he was being stared at like he was some kind of meat, begging to be devoured. He wanted to be eaten and sucked on and fucked until he was just a mess, lying back while his boyfriend did all the work. It was always so nice when he got to do nothing more than take it.  

“No… No, you don’t,” Usopp warned hesitantly, placing a gentle hand over top of his boyfriends.  

“Yes, I do, long-nose,” he retorted with a sudden frown, “I want you to use me like I’m one of those twinks in your pornos.” He didn’t want this gentle kind hand on his own, he wanted someone who would grab his jaw and spit in his mouth.  

Usopp looked at him for a long while, his dull brown eyes blown out to almost completely black. It only really happened when he was horny, no not just horny, undeniably horny. He could be more dominant in the bedroom, it ultimately depended on his partner. He wanted to fulfill and to nurture. That was his purpose. To please Zoro in whatever way he could, because then he’d be pleased. But at that moment, all the alpha was thinking about was himself. The man was picturing how he could have his boyfriend all to himself, rutting into him until he was satisfied.  

“Zoro…” Usopp let out his own whine, running his spare left hand to his omegas chin, tilting it up just a bit to get a better look at him. Under that aroused gaze, he felt like nothing more than an object. Fuck, it was turning him on so bad. He could feel his cock straining against his panties, trying desperately to escape and find his alpha.  

“Use me,” he muttered, “Please.”  

Those were all the words Zoro needed to say. The ocelot pressed his lips against his omega’s, molding them together as one. Slowly, his mouth enveloped the other to take him in. To savor it. To taste him. To pleasure him in any way that he could. And fuck, was he getting pleased. Their hands were searching for more to grab and fondle as the alpha found himself on the floor.  

Their bodies pressed together, gripping for friction. Legs toppled each other just to touch, to taste, to feel better. Touching for more heat. Pulling apart Usopp’s clothes so the other could run his hands down his chest and marvel at his tanned body. It was chiseled and perfect for his hands to press against his pecs and roll the skin between his fingers.  

“Fuck, you look good,” Zoro breathed out, lying back on the carpet as he found the alpha straddling just below his erection. He was straining in his khakis, barely holding on as he eyed the cock from his boyfriend's panties. It was so hot to see as his own cock twitched for salvation, for some kind of touch.  

Without thinking, the tiger pressed his hand against his dick and slowly rutted his hips upward, letting out a sigh at the slightly pleasurable sensation. But it was nothing compared to what his partner could do with his hands. His skilled hands from all that engineering stuff, skilled enough to take care of him. The air was thick with their pheromones, smelling of nothing more than sex and pine needles. His head was spinning as his fingers groped the bulge in his panties, rubbing around his oozing slit. He didn’t realize it, but the omega himself was dripping. Drops of slick upon slick were dripping from his hole as they watched each other, soaking his underwear. It was slowly going to leak down his legs if he was going to have to wait any longer.  

But then a voice broke through Zoro’s thoughts, “Doggy. Now,” Usopp paused, “Please?” He didn’t have to tell the other twice.  

Zoro pushed off his partner with ease, turning onto his knees and leaning forward until he was in a somewhat comfortable version of doggy style. Although it had less arch to it, and he was more so on the ground, legs spread apart to support his weight. The ocelot pulled his panties down, letting them reside just above his knees as he used two hands to pull apart his ass cheeks. He said something before he dove his mouth onto his asshole, kissing it like it was holy. Licking it like it was the last time. Devouring him like he would never eat again.  

A cold sensation spiked up against Zoro’s back as he felt a moan tumble from his lips, sending his face to be buried into the carpet as he leaned back into the pleasure. It felt so good, strange, but good. Lick after lick sent shock waves through Zoro’s body, pulling him closer and closer to feeling white hot pleasure. It was pathetic to be so close just from a tongue in his hole, but he wanted to be pathetic, right? He wanted this humiliating sting of degradation, and fuck, it was so good. 

It didn’t last for long, as much as he wanted it to, as his alpha pulled back and sniffed, “I need to touch you- and me- right now...” He was exacerbated and needy. It was obvious from the quivering tone in his voice, broken with lust and desire. So much want, dripping from his tongue like honey.  

Zoro slowly turned his body, sitting down on the carpet and looking at his boyfriend whose face was covered in his own slick. He would’ve been embarrassed if he wasn’t so turned on, suddenly wanting to break the distance and clean him up with his own mouth, tasting himself on his lover's tongue. “What’s a good position for that?” He asked instead.  

It was silent before Usopp’s face lit up, “Frotting,” his voice was breathy as he got up on his knees, pulling down his pants so he could free his own erection, kicking away his khakis. Zoro had heard of frotting a few times from media, and he had seen it on Pornhub maybe once. The idea of pressing his hot, wet, cock against his boyfriends, and rubbing for some kind of pleasure made the skin around his thighs heat up with a blistering blush. Skin upon skin as they would rut together, holding their dicks to make sure they both felt it. Making sure their precum was the only lubrication as it leaked, eggs upon eggs coming from his alpha, coating them both.  

Positioning was easy, well after a little discussion.  

Zoro was straddling Usopp, positioning their cocks together. Every movement and every touch were already too much, sending soft moans tumbling from his lips. Moans he didn’t recognize. It didn’t sound like him as he heard them, sounding so much smaller and submissive than he could’ve ever been. His alpha was far gone, staring with wide, lustrous eyes, while his ears were flattened back against his head.  

The omega wrapped his hand around their cocks and slowly moved his hips forward, just to see what it would feel like. It was small, just a fleeting amount of arousal build up between their lengths as they ground against each other. He wanted it to last, but he didn’t want to start off too strong. The alpha’s grip was ironclad on his boyfriend's hips, moving him back and forth along his penis. It was slow and deliberate, almost prolonging this whole affair. Maybe it was just so Usopp could admire him in that bralette a bit more, seeing how it pushed the fat of his pecs together. Zoro didn’t realize it, but maybe his boyfriend liked him more than those old porn videos he would watch.  

“I love that bra…” Usopp gritted out, trying to steady the shaking in his hips as he desperately held back, “I love it on your, a-ah… fuck, tits.”  

Tits. They were tits, huh? He had tits, in some way or another in this bra. And maybe he had tits regularly too, if he squinted. The thought made Zoro’s stomach turn in a bit of happiness, before it was overtaken with a wave of pleasure.  

His hips moved a bit faster, with his cupped hands stroking in tandem. The skin against skin was perfect, slippery as he leaked precum, mixing with Usopp’s egg-filled slick, and dying to release. He was swollen, as Zoro’s hand moved to cup their heads and run his fingers along his boyfriends slit, just to see what would happen. It was the most sensitive part of the ocelot, making his hips stutter at the feeling.  

“You’re hot,” Zoro breathed out, leaning forward to press a kiss on his lover's nose, “I’m surprised you like this… bra shit.” His voice was uneven, different than usual. It wasn’t a good look in his own opinion for it to sound overly whiny, but it was heading in that direction from the teasing strokes of his hips, as their dicks pressed against one another.  

“I-I love it,” Usopp purred, his hands moving with haste to grip his omegas jaw and bring him down to his own face, “You’re so…” Instead of finishing, a low moan escaped his lips, and their mouths met. Slowly, feverishly, pecking until he couldn’t help but deepen it with his tongue. Gentle kissing, turning intense as Zoro squeezed their cocks with his hand and picked up the pace, trying to finish. He needed it so bad, to cum on his alpha and feel those small eggs against his skin. It was hot when his alpha would release on his skin so he could feel it stick against him. So, he could feel those squishy eggs roll on his stomach and settle. Those eggs he wanted deep inside him, fermenting a little baby.  

“Sopp,” Zoro pulled back from the kiss, feeling a bulge begin to form at the base of his boyfriend's penis, “Impregnate me later…” That’s what sent Usopp over the edge, gasping and leaning forward to chase his omegas lips in a kiss as he came, covering them both in spurts of hot cum. Each egg passing through his urethra made his lips stutter and weaken their hold against the others, as the sensitivity rose. It was so hot to see him fall apart, hear him fall apart, and feel it, too.  

And he was knotting against nothing, which was the icing on the cake for Zoro as he felt a slow orgasm take hold of his cock. It was low and barely anything as it built up into a wave of bliss. It overtook him and made him lean forward, moaning as he splattered ropes onto his boyfriend's stomach. The knot rubbed against his length, and it was becoming too much, so he pulled back to look at the mess across Usopp’s stomach and chest.  

Usopp’s eyes were shut, as he panted quick breaths through his mouth. His hands were on the small of his omega’s back, gripping tightly as he was coming down from his prolonged high, as his cock was busy drizzling out more eggs by the thousands. All so small, perfect for his omega to watch.  

“You want… a baby?” The alpha slowly opened one eye, glancing up at the disheveled tiger.  

“Yeah. You heard me,” there was no going back now. He was standing his ground. Two arms crossed against Zoro’s chest, and he soon realized this bra was completely soaked with cum. So much for those twenty dollars he spent.  

Usopp looked away thoughtfully for a moment, pressing his lips together. The coils against his forehead were matted to his skin with sweat, as his boyfriend reached over to smooth them to the side. He looked back with a faint smile, finally saying, “If it’s a boy can we name him Danbill?”  

Zoro slowly blinked, “Like Dan… middle name bill?”  

“No,” he breathed out, “Danbill. One word.”  

The omega let out a breathless laugh, falling onto the other side and rolling off to lay beside him on the floor. He couldn’t deny the fact the name was stupid, but he couldn’t deny the fact he loved Usopp too much to care at that moment.  

“Danbill Roronoa… You realize that sounds stupid,” he looked over at his alpha, who was grinning wide.  

“Then he’ll just have to have my last name. Especially since he’ll be getting my good looks,” Usopp’s chest rose and fell quickly as he continued, “And maybe your ears,” a finger came up to lightly flick at his boyfriend's ear, “Oh, and he’ll get my smarts!”  

“He’ll get my strength…” Zoro trailed off, looking down at his bra, “What do you think about me doing the feminine thing? Is it … ugly? I know I’m not,” he hesitated, feeling stupid for even bringing it up now, “Small or petite. So, it looks weird.”  

Usopp turned onto his side, propping himself up on his right elbow as his left hand came to rest on his boyfriend's stomach. His thumb rubbed small circles against his warm skin, attempting to soothe as he spoke, “I don’t want you to be small or petite. It looks great on you because, well, you’re you.” He let out a breath and averted his gaze, shifting a bit before he continued, “I watch that porn and pretend it’s you. I like how you dress, but you look so good in this stuff… I never know how to ask you to do it- E-Even if it’s not sexual! Like, you’d look so nice in one of those long sundresses- pregnant- I mean not pregnant but if you were pregnant, it would look good too…” And he kept rambling.  

Zoro just watched him, staring as he searched his boyfriend's face. It was genuine, what he was saying. He wanted the omega to be feminine as much as he himself wanted to be feminine. Maybe for sexual reasons or maybe because he liked the idea of wearing those long dresses, or those pretty blouses he’d see at Walmart. That small part of him, the part he pushed away with beer and exercise was coming out, full frontal. He wanted to be feminine, and he wanted to still be himself.  

“Okay,” his voice cut off Usopp’s as he was now rambling about something he didn’t care to listen to, “I want it.”  

“To be feminine?” The ocelot raised an eyebrow, “But don’t do it for me.”  

“Oh, shut up, long-nose,” Zoro’s hand came up and pressed his palm against his boyfriend's forehead, pushing him backward with ease, “I want to be feminine. I’ve been thinking about it.”  

And even though his tone was mildly annoyed, he was completely overjoyed. He was going to be himself.  

[writing-blocked-me]

Daffodil

Daffodil - Unrequited love

Number 3 of my flowers drabble/one-shot series

Requests still open for the flowers series! So feel free to shoot me an ask!I

Masterlist - Flowers Masterlist

Pairing: Fyodor x reader

CW: Manipulation, unrequited love, toxic relationship, sadness, angst, Fyodor and his prophet complex, dependency, toxic dependency, I'm not sure what else to write here, Fyodor being OOC, bad writing lmao

A/N: Hiii, back after another few weeks with a thrid addition to my flowers series (requests still open). Uni has been rough these past few weeks, plus writer's block hit me hard, so sorry for the inconsistent uploads. I am trying to get a writing schedule together, so hopefully I'll have , more regular posting soon and I'm gonna try to put out at least on post (even if it's just a drabble) once every week if I can. This time I tried a Fyodor x reader, but I'm still trying to get the feel of his character, so I'm not sure it's quite there yet...

enjoy :)

You had always loved him, ever since the day that he came into your life.  It was as if you had been in love with him your whole life, as if he had always been there, an ever-present being, a constant voice in your mind.  Fyodor Dostoyevsky was like a parasite, eating away at all your thoughts until he was the only thing left in your mind.  Not that you minded; you'd happily only think of him.

He had swept you off your feet, initially.  He'd charmed you with sweet gifts and what he called ‘proper courting’.  It made you feel special, worth something. He had always been special, with his grand plans and his strong faith.  When you were with him, it was as if you were important too.  He was God's servant on earth.  He was so exceptional, brilliant and gifted, cunning and smart, always a step ahead of seemingly everyone.  Being with him made you feel special too, by extension.  Belonging to him meant being a part of something extraordinary.  You liked feeling extraordinary.

You liked being his.  Being with Fyodor was unlike any other relationship you had ever had.  He was attentive at first, sweet and cautious, as if he thought you would run away.  After some time of reassuring him, making certain he knew you were his forever, he had started to let you in more.  He told you about his vision, his plans, God's plan, about ridding the world of sin.  He educated you, taught you what the world should be like, what his world looked like, his perfect picture of what could be.  You liked feeling included, feeling part of that perfect picture.  You liked listening to him, to his dreams.  You liked everything about him.  You loved him.

You still loved him now.  Nothing had changed, not even when his controlling nature had made itself more… apparent.  Not even when he started keeping you locked up, forcing you to suit his needs, to fit into his schedule, leaving you alone for hours, until he felt like speaking with you.  You still loved him.  The affection you had never wavering, never straying from him, despite all the signs, all the red flags begging you to see them.  But aren't all flags red when you're wearing rose-tinted glasses? That's what you told yourself, the justification you gave, because you loved him.  It was all a part of his plan, his vision, it was something special.  You were something special.  Under his gaze, you were something. Without him, you were barely there, a shadow of a person.  

Fyodor preferred you like this.  Dependent on him and desperate to be with him.  It was convenient to have such a willing partner, someone who would bend and break to be what he wanted.  Someone he could control.  Someone who loved him.  Someone who would believe every pretty little lie that fell from his mouth, every “I love you”, every “That's what makes you so special”, every single flowery piece of praise.  So very convenient.   He didn't have to love you, nor did he want to.  He did not love anyone.  He had to be loved, though, had to be adored in the way he saw fit.  He needed to be desired by someone who could slot into his perfect little world.  

It could have been anyone.  It just happened to be you. There was no special person, despite the way Fyodor made you feel.  He whispered words of praise, of being special, of being needed, and you clung to him, desperate to hear it again and again.  He made you desperate for his words, desperate for him.  He kept you that way.  Fyodor was good at that, manipulating others to get what he needed from them, using them as pawns in his game of chess, discarding them after they were no longer of use.  You were no different.  He entranced you with kind affections and over the top appreciation, drawing you in, feeding you bit by bit.  

After drawing you in, he gave praise sparingly, just enough to trap you.  It made you hungry for it, as if you would starve without his attention.  You would die without it.  It felt as though the two of you were attached by an invisible string, or more like an invisible leash, keeping you bound to him.  Still, your devotion never changed, never strayed from him.  

Even now, as the Russian rat ignored you entirely, carrying on with his work, you could not change your heart.  It would forever belong to him.  Despite being strung along, controlled, manipulated, and subjected to all manner of other things, your love for Fyodor did not change.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky was a parasite. He had corrupted you, taken over your mind, body and soul.  He was a disease that left you helpless.  He was your maker and your undoing.  He was the reason you were alone most of the time.  And yet, you could never bring yourself to be any less infatuated with the man.  Never would you ever imagine leaving him.  It was impossible.  It was a thought that simply did not exist.  You could not leave the man you loved, though it was so painfully obvious he did not feel for you the same as you felt for him.  Leaving was not an option.  There was no escape.  There was nowhere to run.

“Content” could be the word to describe it.  You were content.  The love you felt was all you needed. He need not love you back.  You were content for it to be a one-sided affection.  As long as you were there at all, you could be happy.  Fyodor Dostoyevsky was special, a man who was going to change the world, remake it anew.  He was God's servant on earth.  He was the love of your life.  As long as he permitted you to, you would happily remain at his side, answering his beck and call, adoring him in a way that would never be requited.

[wpip-raham]

B A S I C S

Name: W'pip Raham (ex Tia)

Nicknames: Pip, Pippin, Pippy, the Lad

Age: ~26-27

Nameday: 25th Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon

Race: Seeker of the Sun Miqo'te

Gender: Male

Orientation: Some degree of bi or queer with no apparent preference in gender/sex (aka whatever he can get)

Profession: Pit fighter

P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C  T S

Hair: A sandy blonde mop that's an amalgamation of wave, frizz, and poof. He generally wears it tied back (as seen in game) but had braids as a boy (he doesn't know how to braid, his mother did it for him). His hair is almost never down, save for sleeping.

Eyes: left: pumpkin orange, right: desert yellow

Skin: Deep tan, freckled.

Tattoos/scars: No tattoos, but many many scars--most of which are minor and not worth mention. A large scar cuts across the bridge of his nose diagonally, is mostly healed over his cheek, but still visible on his jawline.

F A M I L Y

Parents: Both alive, his mother is W'Ahra and his father is unnamed. Part of me wants to flesh out his backstory entirely, and the other part is lazy but pretends its left open for potential RP.

Siblings: Initially I had Pip be the only kit of W'Ahra but I'm thinking of changing this. He, of course, has several siblings in his tribe and a few brothers but I think having grown with an immediate brother (to W'Ahra) can help back his pervasive competitiveness.

Grandparents: In the tribe, yes but nothing specific written out.

In-laws and Other: Unmarried. Roric Raham, his late tutor/mentor was the father his Nunh wasn't.

Pets: None

S K I L L S

Abilities: Pip has no magical affinities or abilities. The only thing of note in his skill in hand-to-hand combat.

Hobbies: Fishin', drankin', trainin', being a nuisance to the public of Ul'dah.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Social, agreeable, welcoming.

Most Negative Trait: Annoying, constant peacocking, unsympathetic.

L I K E S

Colors: Loves a little color, especially warm or earth tones--gold, yellows, oranges, tans, greens, etc.

Smells: He loves the smell of water--sea, pond, river--the fishier the better. Leather and tack. Fresh and delicate perfumes/soaps like orange blossom, honey, etc.

Textures: Leather, hemp, linen, warm sand under the toes.

Drinks: He's never met a drink he didn't like.

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: Doesn't.

Drinks: Coffee in the mornings, though not opposed to tea. Water. Otherwise, something alcoholic.

Drugs: He's been known to use elixirs and potions during his fights. He doesn't ask what's in 'em but he has some ideas.

Mount Issuance: He canonically does not have a mount or anything of that nature. But in game and OOC I typically use the Flying Cumulus on him.

Been Arrested: Somehow, no.

Tagged by: @sundered-souls thanks!!!

Tagging: @bonespyre (any muse), @aroseyetbloomedwrites, @ooc-miqojak ( I know you were tagged already so use this additional tag to talk about a different muse if you feel up to it), @grumpy-limsan-customs-cat, @thestarsfury, @the-sycophant, @captainqster, @but-first--tea, @zhauric, @yloiseconeillants

[ostagars]

my thoughts on twc book 3

spoilers ahead! feel free to drop ur own opinions on things in my ask

anyways let’s get into it. this will be long-ish

so i will just say that book 3, much like the previous books, does read like a young adult fantasy book. which does kind of makes sense given mishka has said in the past that twc was going to be a book at first, iirc. also the amount of GRRRR GROWLING these vampires do........ like all the time

the blood drive... why was it included. i don't understand because it turned out to be such a Non-Problem. which it was never a problem to begin with, seeing as there are 2384923 legitimately normal reasons the detective could've come up with to Not participate in the drive. i genuinely would've loved for the auction to have lasted Wayyy longer and to have been wayyy more nerve-wracking than it actually was.

i do feel like the slow burn of M and A's routes have been...... Not as slow as i expected? while i did actually enjoy both of those routes, particularly M's, A's in particular felt... a bit ooc at times? in my opinion, the outward denial of A's feelings should've lasted longer, at least until book 4 or 5. especially since it's still only been, what, a few months since they all met? some of these vampires have lived for centuries. they wouldn't just Give up on repressing the feelings and admitting them after less than a year of knowing the detective?? especially when there's 7 books in total planned. there's still plenty of time

i feel like a love confession with F would've made more sense than with N. i really wish we were given the option with F, and not with N. i also have a lot of grievances with N's route in this book, particularly because they can admit their feelings to the detective while still omitting the part of themself they apparently don't want us to Ever Know. i understand the fear N has. it's just like...........,,,, how can N love the detective ALREADY when they can't even be completely honest with them about their past yet? in my opinion, it'd make more sense for a love confession to come after N telling the detective everything.

in terms of the tina bff route, @cekorax referenced something to me that made me even more uncomfortable with the flirting between tina and the agent sent to watch over her undercover as a police officer. firstly, it just feels weird, consent feels to be an issue here since tina doesn't Know they're an agent. and they're flirting with her. what my friend mentioned specifically was something that happened in the uk: undercover policemen sent to spy on activists ended up Marrying them. obviously we don't rly know where their ""relationship"" is gonna go (we CAN make likely assumptions tho lol) but it does make me nervous if this person is to be tina's love interest

rebecca............... i feel like there's usually 2 ways people feel about the relationship she has with the detective, and it seems to come down to one's personal experience. in my opinion, the detective holding something over rebecca's head that happened on their birthday at age 7 is a bit odd. but again this is coming from me, someone who did not have a parent who was similar to rebecca in any way. i will add i would've liked to have the choice of the detective to choose not to say anything about it, because mine wouldn't have even thought about it????? idk it just felt weird to me

lastly, i personally would have preferred to choose whether to stay detective & human liaison rather than have No Choice and have to become an agent. most of my detectives would've declined the offer. it kind of felt out of left field for me, i was veeery surprised when i read that scene. i didn't expect it

ok thank u for ur time <3

[askuprisingrottmnt]

Hello there!!! I REALLY love this au!!!,And I have a few questions (if you don't mind me asking)

1. (Creator) Do you accept OC's???

2. (Any character) How is life on the yokai side of NY...it is like Arcane the lanes or just NY only poor?

3. (Raph) How is life for humans...like what does it look like at the human side of NY?

Anyhow these are all my questions, I hope you have a good day/night

God bless

Hi! Since one's directed specifically to me, Raph can answer this one! (kinda confused about the first one tho, dunno what that means)

Depends on where you live, really. All yokai are shoved onto long island if they're from New York as in the state, so you got three choices: Brooklyn, Queens, or behind the wall. Brooklyn is probably your best bet if you're yokai. It's a lot better kept since Big Mama owns it and with the whole deal thing, Big Mama has a pretty good deal goin' for us. It's not like Staten Island or anything, but you do with what you got, y'know? Queens is more like trailer park/ factory workers. They're full of the factories and stuff that the humans employ yokai for so they don't have to, so production stuff like fabrics and other things that require a lot of manual labor besides energy and stuff, so it's a lil rough and tumble but not too much worse than Brooklyn. As for behind the wall, well... Behind the wall from what I've heard is cramped. Alexandri and Burkhart constantly complain about the lack of airspace. Alex also said somethin' about how it could be equated to Bronx for humans, but probably way worse so I'd assume its the worst of the three. Never seen behind the wall myself since that thing's been up since before Raph can remember and it reaches pretty high. Been to Bronx a couple times though, even with the bros before... y'know. The whole PBH thing, so...

As for the human side, well they got three options too. April knows the most about Bronx since she lived there before escapin', but essentially Bronx is where the lowest class humans live. Its cramped, dirty, and mostly full of factories like Queens. It's also where the shadiest of humans are and where Big Mama does her darkest deals. Then you have Manhattan where the nicer places are. Working class folk. Pops used to say the reason most of the deals happen in Manhattan is cuz there are plenty of underground markets that form cuz of how much more time they have compared to Bronx peeps. And then there's Staten. Staten Island is probably the most bougie place in New York City. Rich people live there, government officials and the like. The people who make the big bucks like company owners. It's where PBH is, and apparently there are three different facilities. Safe to say, As long as you're human, white, and live in either Manhattan or Staten Island, you're livin' at least comfy.

~Raph

(OOC: Hiya! Id like to express that any questions directed at me, Alex, about the au itself and not a direct question for in character responses be directed to my main blog @alexthenerdbird as that is where I'd prefer them! I don't mind multiple asks in my askbox so don't feel obligated to fit all your questions into one ask so answers don't get all muddy via too many various questions in one! Not mad, just for future reference! to answer the first one, I don't mind ocs be created to be in the dystopia au, however there is no guarantee they'll be featured in this blog or in the story itself if that's why you're asking. If its just to create an oc for your own personal ideas inspired by the UPRISING story, then by all means go ahead! you can even tag my main blog to show me if you'd like!)

[zoophagist]

Shaking your hand over the Dracfield content. I'm into novel!Dracfield hard, I joined the "Dracula" fandom specifically for that ship, like 3 years ago, I'm even into the 2023!Dracfield, but the stuff going on in the tag right now just makes me ?????. Oh? So for yall it's not about the guy clinging to an Eldritch being because of homophobia and ableism? Oook, keep your secrets.

ooc;; every dracula fan is valid no matter their preferred version but that DOESN'T mean i understand them!! yeah i DO understand your vibes though. turning from humanity because humanity has turned away from you... embracing the monstrous because you are seen as a monster... running into the arms of anyone or anything that will make you feel protected, valued, and loved?? hell yeah, brother. personally i go feral for the "you're completely inhuman, you're like unto a god, and i can never comprehend any way you're capable of truly wanting me but still i am wanted somehow and i would do anything to be yours" of it all, so. hm. definitely not enough eldritch incomprehensibility in this dracfield for me. HATE to say this for renfield's sake but one of the most important hallmarks of the dracfield ship for me is how renfield is living off the scraps of dracula's attention and is highly unlikely to ever get more than that. it feeds the pining deliciously. so i am baffled by the vibe the 2023 fans go for of not only drac's constant availability to renfield but apparently really overt feelings for renfield?? like fully in love with renfield too?? but hm, if i think about it, i do also like the angle of dracula using renfield's amorous feelings to manipulate him of play with him, and the stringing along of promises and rewards so i it's not that i want dracula to only ever be cold and aloof, but maybe that like... i think i don't buy that count dracula would just accept and get tender over feelings for renfield? i need something of the monstrous "you don't love like a human should" element still, and also maybe a little cruelty & manipulation. the 2023 fandom stuff i see makes dracula too soft and knowable to me!! i really need that "somewhat in the position which enoch occupied spiritually" "why?" "because he walked with god" energy at the heart of it all. lmao not like anybody asked. if the 2023 fans are seeing this PLEASE know i'm not being snarky or superior. our spice is different but we are fundamentally eating the same meal and i am giving you a confused and supportive thumbs up from across the restaurant with a mouthful of dracfield. i am toasting you with the master/servant kink we're all chugging like water.

[avenger-hawk]

Hi! What is exactly the popular one between a sunshine/extrovert character and cool/introvert character? Is it extrovert x introvert (sun x moon) or introvert x extrovert (moon x sun)?

I think I read hear that the most common one should have been sun x moon, since you said that most "sun" characters are tops, but I often see that it's usually sunshine characters that are usually bottoms?

First of all I think encasing pairing into these dynamics only makes the pairings boring and OOC. No wonder a lot of fanfics are uhh, boring and ooc, especially if authors and/or readers look at what's more popular to have more readers, instead at what they like lol...sorry. I had to say it since you asked my opinion.

What I wrote about sun and moon applies to Naruto and Sasuke because they are portrayed as sun (Naruto) and moon (Sasuke) and since yin/yang is mentioned too, and yin=passive while yang=active it becomes submissive/passive-moon-yin=Sasuke and dominant/active-sun-yang=Naruto. Not just because of some abstract parallel but because NAruto is dominant and active while Sasuke is passive. Not to mention it only takes a second to google yin yang and see what they correspond and do the remaining math for sun and moon. (I'm not saying this in a negative way against you ofc, I'm talking in general, sorry if it's badly worded).

idk what is more popular, again, because for me what matters is what is in character, so even if apparently ppl say Sas*naru is more popular than Nar*sasu it's still out of character and gross so who cares about popularity?

Besides, I'm not sure if you want to know which dynamic is more popular? Cause Idk what is popular because I am not up to date with new manga and anime. Or shows. But like I said when I look at 2 characters I don't always apply the same dynamic for top/bottom....My preference is extravert top/introvert bottom, but since I like complex angsty bullshit lol, I like 'sunshine' characters to have some darkness inside, and to not be really sunshine. Like Naruto himself, whose dynamic with Sasuke is interesting because he's not the ball of sunshine only.

But there are so many amazing pairings where this extravert/introvert thing doesn't even exist. Where both are introverts, or both extravert. Personally I ship a lot of pairings with both introverts, like Kakasasu, Itasasu, Juusasu. Or, in a different anime like Psycho Pass, I ship Ginoza x Kogami and both are introvert.

Back to introvert&extravert pairings though, what's popular for other ppl depend on other ppl, how strong they self insert in one or the other, how they thirst on one or the other, who knows. For me it depends on their personalities, like, ok, one is an extravert and one is an introvert, but which one is angstier? which one is more submissive? which one has a lower self-esteem? which one is more sacrificial? which one is more dominant? which one is more adaptable? which one follows the other? Which one defies the other, yet doesn't leave them because they hold the other in high esteem? All these characteristics are different from character to character and they make me 'see' which one is which.

For example, Bleach. Byakuya is introvert, Renji is extravert. Idk what's more popular but for me Byakuya is dominant and confident, and Renji, who follows (and at the same time defies) Byakuya and wants to be aknowledged by him, who's extravert and cheerful but has an angsty inner world and low self esteem, so he's more ready to 'submit' to the other.

On the other hand No.6, an anime I liked a lot for the plot, but whose pairing dynamic I find meh, cause extravert Shion is too unrealistically sunshine, while introvert Nezumi is cool, but seeing this extremely dominant top Nezumi with innocent sunshine bottom Shion, is just very boring and the only interesting part is when he goes berserk.

Or idk, Mo Dao Zu Shi (which I never finished and I should, lol to give you an idea of how behind I am with everything)...in the beginning I thought it was more natural that uh, Wei Wuxian was top and Lan Wangji bottom, but the more the story progressed the more the opposite seemed more natural for my perception. But again, I didn't finish and I didn't see which was popular.

Some characters I just can't see as bottoms, never. Like Naruto himself. Or I can't see as tops, like Sasuke.

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oh i’d love to hear your thoughts on season 3! idm you going off topic from my the point of my ask haha it’s always nice to have discussions with people ^^

- 🌟 (so you can identify me jdhdjsj)

(and YES! i know!!! it’s so irritating to see people act like not living a luxurious life = bad ending or the end of the world. like… that’s so– there’s smth so “ew” about that sort of thinking. why can’t one of the leads forgo her comfy aristocratic lifestyle to become a working woman? i feel like they’d be that couple that runs the print shop together and focus on printing radical papers ugh! the perfect story for their characters)

okay, first allow me to apologize for how long it’s taken me to answer this! i won’t bore you with the details, but it’s been one thing after another (heat exhaustion, family stuff, went away with my friend for a few days, etc) so i’ve only just had the time to think about your ask.

anyway, i have mixed feelings about this season. there were things i loved— cressida and eloise, fran, john, and michaela, the featherington family— but so much of it was… lackluster. i’m going to dump my thoughts below; i’ll try (and fail) to keep each point brief!

i’ll start with the low-hanging fruit: the makeup and costumes were all over the place- most of the outfits looked cheap, ugly or both, and don’t even get me started on the acrylic nails. i miss eloise's spencer jackets (save us, sophie canale, save us!)

daphne’s not my favorite character, but i was surprised by how much i felt her absence this season. the show shines brightest when it focuses on the families, but without her everything felt a bit… emptier.

they massively underutilized benedict this season, which was a bummer, since luke t is a true talent. at least the finale (seemingly) set him up to lead s4!

re: benedict, i kept waiting for him to interact more with eloise, but it never came! she was clearly struggling this season (quieter, less rebellious, rejecting her previous interests) and i find it hard to believe that benedict wouldn’t pick up on that at all. instead the show chose to push the colin and eloise relationship, which i wasn’t a fan of. there was nothing inherently wrong with it, but it paled in comparison to ben and eloise and felt a little out of nowhere for me.

i liked polin’s dynamic in s1 and s2. though i preferred (and continue to prefer) other characters/couples, i was looking forward to their story. unfortunately, it fell flat for me. they were sold as a friends-to-lovers story, but i found that angle hard to believe. colin’s whole fake-charming persona was uncomfortable to watch- it may have been that way on purpose, but it just didn't land with me.

so much of the cast- part 2 eloise in particular- behaved incredibly OOC for the sake of the happily-ever-after. rushed, unearned happily-ever-afters aren't a new problem for this show, but it was especially apparent this season because penelope's actions as whistledown were by far the most impactful on both the main cast and the wider ton.

i also hated that the show framed penelope’s inability to let go of the column as a feminist choice. while penelope’s business acumen is impressive, whistledown is ultimately a gossip rag that wields the ton’s baked-in misogyny as a weapon. many of the women (and men) that penelope targeted did nothing to harm her. i wasn't crazy about it on a symbolic level either. whistledown was penelope's outlet when her personal life got to be too much; a real "hurt people hurt people" situation. i didn't find her choice to continue with whistledown (instead of turning over a new leaf by, say, writing novels) empowering, i found it sad. she's married to the love of her life, she’s a mother, she's mended her relationships with her family, and she's still attached to the gossip column that she has used to ruin lives and reputations. it's not a good ending for anyone.

and that’s about it! thanks for letting me chatter :)