#oops I went on a little rant sorry

[socially-awkward-chocobo]

Just a passing thought - but you know how Ayano has bad grades? And how it was so bad she was in summer school even though it was the start of her high school year?

How much of that was because she was genuinely having trouble with school and how much of it was because of Kano replacing her so nobody would notice? Kano - who to my knowledge, didn't go to school.

I could be wrong, but I don't remember Shintaro saying anything about her grades becoming bad in high school, it's safe to assume she was already struggling beforehand, but would she have been getting grades as low as 56 (a grade seen in Toumei Answer) if she were attending school regularly? Or would they at least be passing?

Just a stray thought that keeps bugging me.

[wen-kexing-apologist]

The point of Heart's character is that people don't understand him, and Li Ming is the only one that takes the time to learn. To not translate the signs is a very intentional move to have the audience understand the isolation of Heart's life without people who have learned the language. When you don't know sign language and need to know what he is saying, you know what he is saying. When his deafness and everyone else's relationship to it is getting in the way of him being able to communicate with others, and what he wants to say and has been saying falls on (haha, sarcastic laugh) deaf ears, you do not get a translation. That is the point. That's the whole point. If you are complaining about the fact they don't subtitle what Heart is saying when he signs, now you know the struggles of deaf people operating in a hearing world. How many videos do you come across a day that do not have captions or subtitles? How well can you read lips and comprehend what is being said when someone isn't speaking? If you are upset or complaining about the fact that Heart's sign language is not subtitled, if you feel like you are missing out on something important because Heart's sign language is not subtitled. Good, you are experiencing the very emotion that Heart is probably also feeling, not having people communicate with him in his language.

the comments on the lack of subtitles for sign language in the same episode of heart's argument with his mom about her not learning sign language to communicate with him is so outstanding to me. like hey. the deaf & hoh community do not owe you anything.

[tosksuki]

Me U & Hennessy

Pairing: Fiance!Connie x Reader

WARNINGS: scratching, biting, nipple play, oral (male and female receiving), fingering , dry humping for 5 seconds LOL, p in v !!!, praising, pet names( sweet girl, baby, mama,) THIS WAS NOT REREAD AND EDITED sorry😊😊😊

WordCount: OOPS I FORGOT LMFAOOO

Summary: After Connie proposed to you with a fat rock you and him moved out of ur apartment and into a huge house. You��ve finally finished settling in and decided to celebrate. Afterall in between moving and working you both been too tired to give attention to the other. Connie misses his baby too much and you do too……..

You slipped off your comfy work shoes and slid the tight rubber band keeping your locs in a bun. “Hi baby! Mommy missed you sooo much” you say as your dog immediately runs up to you making you stumble a little. You crouched and gave him a couple pets before walking to the living room. “Connieeee im so tired” you slid next to him on the couch putting your legs over his. He spread his legs to get more comfy and started rubbed your thigh with his tattooed hand. For a moment he just stared at you thinking about how lucky he was. But fuck so were you. “Hi pretty girl how was work today?”

Can we stay home tonight ?

You ranted on about the new hire messing up your schedule so you had to redo it. You had to perform an emergency surgery on a sick cat someone brought in. Blah blah blah, “yeah mhm” he looks at you halfway zoned out the conversation. He lazily started rubbing your feet and you let out a much needed sigh. “You know I was thinking…lets celebrate since we are both off tomorrow”. You said trailing off and straddling him. Like it was a reflex his hands immediately found your hips and playfully slapped your ass. He let out a groan and bit his lip, “ ‘M missed you so much mama” he says placing sucking hickies where his mouth could reach. You leaned into his touch slowly grinding down on his hardening dick. “Missed you more nie,” you say moaning into his mouth as you held a passionate kiss.

You, me and Hennessy look what you did to me

“Fuck, lemme use this pretty ass mouth” he groaned palming himself through his sweats. You helped eachother undress sliding down onto your knees infront of him. It was so big n pretty, everytime your face to face with it your still shocked. You kissed up n down all thick 8 inches of him. Givin little kitten licks before finally making your way up to the tip. “Quit being a fuckin tease.” He whined , his hips slightly pushing forward to get closer to your mouth. “Your such a baby” you whisper making eye contact as you put you the tip in your mouth circling it with your tongue as you slowly went further down.

My head keep on spinnin

You look into his blown out pupils as you slurrrrrp. He grabs a fist full of your locs just so he can see your pretty expression. “My pretty fuckin eat—oooohhh” he let out a moan. He loved watching you give him head. You were so pretty with ur lips wrapped around your dick. One of your eyes closed bc it’s stretching your thing throat out so good. One of your hands stroking whatever length you could not swallow. “Ff-me ouu shit like that my sweet girl” its so sloppy bubbly spit spilling our your mouth and down to his balls. You brought your free hand up and played with them. Switching I between suckin his dick and sucking his balls. You felt him began to twitch and his grip got tighter than before. “Can you give me ur cum” you begged as you sucked and stroked faster than before. “Y-yea you can have any-any fucking thing” he grabs the sides of your heads as you came in ur warm mouth. Thick splats of cum filling your mouth as your tongue still moves around the tip.

You kiss on my thighs and then you eat it

He grabbed your chin and kissed you sweetly. Tasting the sweet candy you had earlier and his cum too. A long string of spit strung out as your hot kiss separated. “You did so good, always makin me feel good.” You were drunk off eachother. You crawled up onto his lap just for him to pick you up and it felt like you were teleported to your bedroom. He laid your back facing the bed and he traced his tongue all the way down to your sticky folds. Your clit already throbbing. Your precious finance circled your hole with his fingers. “Please stop teasing me Nie”. You felt your face - no entire body heating up. He smiles up at you as he inserted his two fingers watching your face contort. Your hips immediately start to push yourself and ride his fingers. His tongue lapping you up so sloppily. “Bab-mm shit” you whined. “Use your words mama…..” he lifted one of ur legs to ur chest and pistoned his fingers inside of you. He scissored the inside of your cunt to stretch your walls. “Please Conrad, need more” you begged not really sure what you needed but he knew! He curved his fingers slightly upward and he tongue drew the letters of his name onto your clit.

You shifting inside, you got me screaming

“OUUU SHITTT connie” you screamed as spurts of you cream spilled out onto his fingers and face. “Mmmfh u taste so f’n good. So sweet…” connie stood up and slapped his heavy dick on your pussy. He lifted both of your legs up on his shoulders kissing one of your ankles that was decorated with an anklet and his initials C.S dangling from the chain. Hes kissing your ankle so delicately as your pussy wraps around his length very snuggly. “Feels like imma cum already, i need you”. Nie leans forward and kisses all over your face, the new angle makin him.reach impossibly deeper. “Mised my fiancées dick honey. Missed you missed us” you whimpered and moaned as he put a pillow under your hips.

No Trojan on tonight

How can he be so gentle but so rough? His length giving the longest stokes onto your g-spot. “Ngh i-Ohmy God” squelch. Pussy is so fuckin good he can’t talk. Smack smack smack was all you heard as his balls slammed onto your ass. I lovee y-oussss much” he reaches and hand over and played with your nipples. Sucking and toying with them. “Wa-waif Nie” your feet pushing into the bed as you try to squirm away. “Nuh-uh this is your dick , don’t run just take it”connie cooed into your ear. There was a ring of fluids wrapped around his sorry i mean- your cock. You wrapped your arms around his neck wanting him to get impossibly closer.

Hold up, I'm 'bout to cum, no, false alarm

Thats when he pressed down onto your lower half. “Wh-whYa are you f-fuck—ing me like this” you moaned and tears began rolling down your face. You felt like you could feel your inside be mixed and destroyed. You started to flutter around him. “M’ so close baby please” you whispered. Your arms fell from his neck to his back as your nails began to dig into your fiancés skin. He let out a strained groan as you scratched his toned and tattooed back. “I need you mama , fuck can we get married.” Hes so whipped, proposing to you again like this? You moaned as your body started to twitch against his. You started fucking him back. “Yes connie yes yes yes” you eagerly nodded “im gonna cum.” You whimpered. “Cum with me pretty, i love you so bad” he let out a strained moan dipping his head in the crool of your neck.

Then look at you like it's finna be you

Your clit rubbed against the base of his cock and you lost it. You cried out for your Fiance as your body contracted ,creaming. His cum throwing thick sputs deep into you. Hes biting and nibbling into your shoulder, “soso good so perfect y/n”. Your named rolled off his tongue so easily . Hes still pushing his cum inside of you. Slow lazy strokes. “Love you so much connie”. He flips the both of you over and covers your naked bodies with your thick covers. Hes still in you plugging you up. He’s sound asleep , looks so peaceful and handsome. He’s your big baby , finally gonna be Mrs. Springer in a month and you couldnt be more happy. Your head finds its way to his beating chest this was home, he’s your home.

I say my head keep on spinning

Me, Hennessy and you

Okayokay I hope you enjoyed! Just to remind some of you, do not and i repeat DO NOT sleep with cum inside of you like this , it can fuck up your ph balance. Also practice safe sex and after doing the do PLEASE GO PEEEE!!!! this is not optional 😪 okay bye have a great day/night/week/month/year/life!

[bl00dst41ned]

*.·:·.✦ my little secret (jude bellingham ‘series’ pt.4) ✦.·:·.*

pairing: jude bellingham x female oc (Mariah)

summary: in which it’s time for Jude to learn a bit more about babies

author's note: part 4’s finally out, sorry i'm late. not proofread at ALL !! also i have a Jude imagine sometimes next week (and I loveeee it). taglist: @everlyjay, @barcagirly, @alwaysclassyeagle @urmotheris, @fashphotolife

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word count: 848

The door opened in front of Jude, who was met with Mariah.

“Hey, come in” She gave him a small smile, stepping to the side to let him in.

Jude slowly walked in her apartment. He was instantly hit with the warm and familial atmosphere of her home.

“Tami’s in her room, you can come”

They had decided to spend the evening together with their daughter.

He followed behind her to the nursery. Tamara sat in her swing seat, calm as ever

“Hey baby, look who’s there” Mariah cooed to her daughter with a smile.

The baby looked where her mother was pointing and noticed Jude, a smile appearing on her face.

Mariah handed Tami to her dad. She placed her upright on his shoulder, putting his right hand behind her neck. She went to open the blinds, the room’s decoration revealed by the daylight.

The light blue color reminded Jude how much she despised pink for baby girls and promised to do a blue one just to piss people off.

“You did a good job with the room” He broke the silence.

“Thank you” She briefly responded before leaving the room, Jude and Tami at her trail.

They exchanged these few words before going back to silent. A comfortable one.

“How did your parents react to the news?”

Mariah had not seen or talk to them since the break up. They might hate her, or even think she’s lying for money.

“My mom slapped the bloody hell out of me, asked me to apologise and they ordered me to be there for you and Tamara”

She chuckled a bit, recognizing his mom’s personality. Nevertheless, she was glad they weren’t mad at her.

She sat at the table while watching Jude handle the little baby carefully and get more comfortable. He sat on the couch and laid her on his stomach.

His hand caressed her face, pulling back each time she tried to put it in her mouth. He listened to her whines everytime she didn’t get what she wanted.

“Stop being bratty, you ate already”

Mariah and Jude chuckled at her antics.

“Um, Mariah” Jude called hesitantly. “What’s her exact date of birth ?”

Asking this question embarrassed him more than anything. How could he take care of a child he knew nothing about.

“September 23rd, at 2:17AM”

Jude could only respond a small ‘oh’ while printing the information in his head.

“Wait ?! she was born on Jobe’s birthday?”

Mariah nodded with a smile since she had waited for him to catch on that detail.

“He’ll be buzzing when he’ll hear that”

He made a mental note to text his brother about it focusing back on the little human on his chest. The young woman could sense how it affected him not knowing anything about his daughter, not even her birthday.

“ She weighted 2,9 kg and measured 48cm. She’s pretty calm but can get bratty as you can see. She’s really social and loves to see other people….Oh and she loves Frank Ocean’s voice to sleep” She emphasized her last sentence, ranting things he needed to know.

Jude listened to each word, glad he didn’t have to feel embarrassed to ask about her.

His thoughts were interrupted by an unusual smell, his nose instantly scrunching.

“Oop- looks like baby need to be changed”

Jude was ready to hand Tamara to Mariah but was instantly stopped.

“How do you want to learn if you don’t practice”

They headed to the bathroom, Jude gently laying Tamara on the changing table. Mariah got a basket with the products while he opened her used diaper. He stepped back, disgusted by the sight.

“Stop being childish and clean her up” Mariah laughed off giving him baby wipes.

Jude slowly complied himself under Mariah’s instructions. With a little help, he managed to change her. He put her back in his arms, and they both left to the living room.

“I see you’re getting comfortable” Mariah smiled at them rubbing their daughter’s hair as they sat next to each other.

They watched her eyelids getting heavier. They could tell Tami tried to fight sleep, her eyes popping open every once in a while. But she could not resist to her mother’s caresses on her face, soon dozing off.

“Is that some type of cheat code ?” Jude remembered seeing Mariah do the same thing on her IG story.

“It works when I do it at least”

They fell in a comfortable silence, only sound being little baby whimpers. Jude felt like he had found his place. He had a beautiful little girl to take care. He found balance and was slowly growing back a friendly bond with Mariah. Everything he did wrong was turning right.

Mariah also felt like this. Not telling him about Tamara was her biggest mistake and she regretted it daily. But the solution came by itself and she had the opportunity to right her wrongs. Despite failing their relationship, she knew they could succeed in being a family. He gave her his word.

“Thank you for keeping your promise”

and scene !! this is the end of this little series. hope you liked reading it as much as I liked writing it.

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[wosowrites]

The Girl in the Bleachers (Mapi Leon x Reader)

Warnings: none

a/n: also i know the national anthem isn’t sung at club games but for the sake of this story, it is. couldn’t fine the request again oops. This spun a little bit out of the storyline but it works. Also, there won’t be a part two for this, some stories just need a less formed ending.

prompt: in which the readers little sister is Mapi’s mascot for a barcelona game and when the little girl runs back to her older sister, the older sibling catches Mapi’s eye.

Jasmine was only 6, but she was the biggest Barcelona fan there was. Well, maybe after her older sister y/n. You were obsessed with both the men’s and women’s team, but being gay… it always came back to the women’s team. You were 24, and the reason between yours and Jasmines age gap was complicated. Your mother had had you at 16, and never married, and when she was 30, she wanted more kids, but found out she couldn’t. So when you were 18, she suddenly announced her and your step dad were adopting a little girl. At first, you weren’t too happy. But then you saw the baby girl, and you fell in love with her. You got her her first Barca jersey for her 6 month birthday. It was stupid things like half birthdays you did with Jazzy.

In all honesty, you could have gone pro. Bur because of a series of ACL tears and knee injuries, it just never worked out. You were now a tattoo artist, one of the most famous ones in Spain. You had tattooed multiple football players, including Lewandowski, Messi, Benzema and Vinni. It was a surprise to you that you never got to meet any of the Barcelona girls through your work, but it didn’t bother you.

When the news came that your little sister would be the mascot for the upcoming Valencia v Barcelona game, you we’re more excited than Jazzy.

On the day of the game, you dressed yourself and your sister and headed to the stadium. You had to be a bit early so that the people organizing the mascots could tell them what to do. You sat in the stands with other people ( mostly parents ) until finally, it was time. Players came onto the field, warmed up, did their thing. And then it was the walkout.

You could have passed out when you saw your sister line up with Mapi, holding her hand.

Okay so you had a little crush on Mapi? So what.

You stood up for the national anthem, waving at your sister who waved back.

Mapi’s POV

I watched my mascot wave towards the stands. I followed her eyesight and my eyes landed on a girl. She looked as though she was in her early twenties. She was wearing a barca jersey, and her smile was… well it was perfect. When the national anthem was over, I decided to walk her back to the girl. "Hey, i’ll bring you back to her?" I said, putting her hand on the girls head gently. She nodded quickly. "My sister loves you. She talks about you all the time. She screams so loud when you score. Or when you do anything actually. If she could she would have applied to be a mascot." The girl said to me. I let out a loud laugh. "Is that so?" I said. "Yeah." She said as she grabbed my hand. "What’s your name?" I asked. "Jazzy. That’s y/n."

Regular POV

Mapi and Jasmine were now standing at the stands and Jazzy had ran to you. You quickly lifted her over the railing. "I told Mapi how much you love her!" Jazzy exclaimed, making you turn bright red and look towards Mapi. "She’s- I’m sorry she’s a bit-" You started saying. But you didn’t know what to say because your little sister was right. You did love the defender. She was your favorite player. "Nah it’s all good. I’ll come back after the game?" She asked. "Yes. Yeah for sure."

You and Jazzy watched the game, Barca won 6-0, an easy dub. And as promised, Mapi comes back to you and Jazzy. "How’d you like the game?" Mapi asked, leaning on the railing. She was talking to you but Jazzy went on a rant about it. "Wow. You know your football knowledge." Mapi laughed. "It’s cause she doesn’t know how to shut up!" Jazzy said. "Jazzy! We don’t say that!" You scolded her. "You said it to Tatiana on the phone last week." Jazzy said.

Your face dropped and your eyes closed for a split second. Tatiana was your ex girlfriend. Things hadn’t finished well. "I’m sorry." You said to Mapi. "No. Really, it’s all good. She’s cute." Mapi smiled. "Hey give me your sharpie." Mapi said. You scrunched your eyebrows but did. Mapi took the flag Jazzy was holding and in the corner wrote a series of numbers.

Your face broke into a wide smile. "Is that your phone number?" You whispered to her. "It can be if you want it too." With that, she winked at you and walked off.

Two days later.

You had probably spent 38 out of the 48 hours since Mapi had given you her phone number, staring at it. You didn’t have the guts too call. You were half expecting to call the number and it being a prank dial.

But you took your courage. You were done sitting around. You picked up your phone and dialled the number. It rung twice before a voice on the end spoke. "Hola!"

"Hola, Mapi!" You said. "It’s y/n!"

You were always embarrassed about how little spanish you spoke. It was your mothers fault really, she tried to distance herself from everything to do with her family when they abandoned her for her teenage pregnancy, and that included their language.

"I’ve been waiting for you to call. Thought you had found someone better." Mapi said. "Ha! Someone better? Be serious." You laughed into the phone. "I want to see you. When can I?" Mapi said. "I can’t today. I’m on my way to work soon. Don’t you have training today?" You asked her as you put the phone on speaker and started getting dressed. "I do not. Free day." Mapi said. "What do you do for work?" Mapi asked. You pulled on a black tee shirt and rolled up the sleeves. "Um… I’m a tattoo artist. Nothing as cool as your job but I have my own studio and it’s good." You told her.

"You’re joking!" Mapi said. "I know it’s not-"

"No! No! It’s amazing. I love tattoos. That’s so cool." Mapi said, not wanting you to think she thought less of you. "Wait. No… you’re not y/n y/l/n? Are you? Like the famous tattoo artist that all the football players rave about." Mapi said, slightly fan girling. "Uhm… I’m not famous." You said, pulling on black jeans. "Holy crap! I’ve always wanted to get tattooed by you but I didn’t want to betray my tattoo artist." Mapi said. "I get what you mean. The bond you have with your tattoo artist is sacred." You only half joked.

Mapi smiled at the phone. "Hey. How many customers do you have today?" Mapi asked you. "I’m finishing a sleeve, It’ll take me about two hours, but after that I’m all free." You told her, putting on socks and lacing up beige jordan’s. "Can I come over? I don’t want to invite myself but-"

"Yes. Yes come to the studio. Please." You said, sounding a bit more desperate than you intended. "Okay then. At what time?" The blonde defender said. "1:00? The studio opens at 10:00 and my customer should be gone by 12:30. And then I’m all yours. I’ll give you the exclusive tour. And then lunch?" You pitched your idea to Mapi who was now smiling uncontrollably at her phone. "Okay. Great."

"I’ll see you soon, Mapi."

You sat at your chair, finishing up your customers sleeve. He had somehow fallen asleep. You added the last of the shading and then put the tool down. You gently shook the man awake and smiled at him. "You’re all done, Leo." You told him. He slowly looked at his arm. "Holy shit. I love it. You’re amazing oh my god." He ranted. You smiled at him, blushing from the attention. "Want a picture?" You asked him.

He nodded and you took one with his phone and one with your own, posting it to your instagram.

Only ten minutes after he left, Mapi walked into the studio. You were cleaning your tools and your back was turned to the door so you jumped slightly when you felt a hand on your back.

You turned around quickly. "Oh my god. Mapi you scared me." You laughed, hugging her gently. "Lo siento. I didn’t mean too." She told you, pulling away from the hug and smiling at you, your faces close. "So… I know I didn’t outwardly ask you, which is my bad, but this is a date right. Not just a friendly hangout?" Mapi said, fidgeting with her fingers.

"I got that, yeah." You laughed.

Mapi smiled at you and sat down in the customer chair. "I want you too tattoo me." She said.

Your eyes widened significantly, yeah, it would be the same as tattooing another customer but this was Mapi León. "What?" You said, a little loudly.

"I’ve always wanted a tattoo from you. And what better first date?" Mapi said. "It’s original, I’ll give you that." You smiled at her.

You took a while to think. "Okay. What do you want?"

"I’ve been wanting this one for a while." Mapi said, pulling out a picture of a sketch from her phone. "I like it. Let’s do it." You said.

You got out your tools and your ink and then made a sketch on paper. Mapi watched you as you drew down what she had just shown you. "You saw the picture once and then drew it to perfection?" Mapi said. "Hey, I’m the best for a reason." You said to her. You then used a trick to apply the sketch to her arm. "You like it?" You asked her.

Mapi got up and looked in the mirror. "I love it. Tat me up, mi amor." Mapi said to you.

Your heart skipped a beat and you didn’t even attempt to hide your smile.

You didn’t feel Mapi’s eyes leave you once during the half hour it took you to do her tattoo. When you were finally done, she didn’t even look at it, just at you. "I love it." She said. "Say that too the tattoo." You joked.

Soon after, you applied care to the tattoo and then decided on where to go to lunch. You chose a tapas place that was close to the studio which you liked a lot. "Wait. I need to pay for the tattoo." Mapi said, pulling out her card. "No! Think of it as me paying for our first date." You said quickly, placing your hand on her arm. "Are you sure?" Mapi asked you. "What? Is my boss gonna get mad at me? I own this place." You laughed.

"Fine. But i’m paying for lunch." Mapi said to you. You held eye contact with her, not wanting to let her pay. "Fine. You pay." You said.

"Daniel? Can you close?" You asked your employee. "Si. Buenas tardes." He said, smiling at you.

Mapi opened the door for you and you thanked her, walking out. "You don’t speak a lot of spanish, do you?" Mapi said to you. "Yeah… my mother had me when she was 16 and her family… they were very traditional and they kicked her out. I guess she just tried to forget everything about her old life and she just never taught me spanish. I hate that I barely know any." You told her.

Mapi stayed silent for a bit and then you felt a hand in yours. You looked down at your linked hands and then up at her. "I’ll teach you spanish." She said to you. You smiled at her. "Okay. I’d like that."

The sidewalk wasn’t busy, most people were at work or at school. Mapi stopped walking, holding you back and making you look at her with confusion. "The tapas place is just down the road," you said, pointing to the end of the street.

The next thing you knew, Mapi’s hand was cupping your cheek and pushing it gently too make you look at her. You looked into her eyes, they were perfect. They were everything. And then she was pressing her forehead against yours, and you were inching your lips in her direction, craving contact.

Mapi gave it to you, pulling you in by your waist and pressing your lips together. You opened your lips a bit, giving her access. But then you remembered you were in public and as much as you wanted to never stop kissing Mapi, that wasn’t an option.

"Tapas." You breathed out as you pulled away from her. "Yeah. Tapas."

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🕰️I missed you!🕰️

Pro Hero Monoma x Reader

Short. I was sparked by a song.

@jyohan

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You snuck around, diving into darker areas and parts of the crowd that helped you blend in, your objective being the Hero Agency up in front that was blocked off with lots of people on guard, even the civilians were wary, let alone the ones wearing merchandise with stopwatches on them...

Bypassing the crowd of fans, taking the fire escape stairs up the back of the building, nodding to a sidekick and entering through the back door, you made your way closer to your goal.

The employees already knew what was going to happen, but they ignored you as you passed them by in a rush. One even sighed as you almost tripped them and hastily apologized as you kept running.

They all knew...

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...that something inevitable would happen.

And it did.

"DAAAAAAARLIIIIIING~!"

Along with that cry were the exasperated groans of Battlefist with her tean, who was visiting to do a check up on Monoma's behavior, and the rest of the sidekicks. And the defeated mumbles of the crowd outside, because the agency didn't really have great sound insulation.

"Oh! My love! I should've noticed!"

Following that was a crash, inciting the technician who just finished up repairing the computers in the PR room to twitch in irritation before an intern went to calm him down.

"Poor mister Atsu..."

"He gets a bonus for all of that, even if he has such a stressful workload. What do you think they broke this time?"

"...he's going to have a heart attack."

Poor Atsu. He looked like he was going to have a vein visibly pop out of stress.

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Meanwhile, you cuddled into your beloved's arms with the remains of a computer to the side. On the floor. Luckily, there was a very nice carpet underneath.

"I missed you so much, Nene! You didn't come back for such a long time, I was getting worried!" You protested a bit, before nuzzling your face into his suit.

"I'm sorry, my love! I had to go to a different prefecture to deal with the villain, but I'll try to make sure to let you know next time, okay?"

Neito Monoma, better known as Phantom Thief, had wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head with an endeared smile on his face. He lifted your chin to look up at him, though he was craning his neck to look back at you.

"I promise, my little jewel."

"Promise? Then you've gotta seal that promise... with a kiss!"

You both giggled at that, sitting upright as you cupped his face with your hands.

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss onto your lips, and you kept a close hold on nis necktie-

"Dear Kami-sama."

The kiss was broken off immediately as a whispered prayer came from the technician, who had just opened the door. His eyes were locked onto the unfortunate computer and its PC, which somehow didn't land on the carpet. The computer itself was mostly fine, but the PC was... well, in short, it was a goner.

Like the technician.

He had fainted while standing up, causing an employee to call the medical department in the agency so he won't accidentally hurt himself when he fell over eventually.

"...oops."

"Hey, Awase-san? Can you remind me to schedule a raise for Atsu-san?"

Welder, or Awase, was one of the people Battlefist had brought over for the visit. He clenched a hand at the sight of the technician.

"Yeah. He deserves it, with how much stuff you guys break."

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Outside, the fans knew they had failed. There was a small challenge that if someone could stop Phantom Thief's lover, he'd finally hold a meet-and-greet with his fans. Judging by the happy voices inside, they had failed.

So, they leave in defeat, but they'll try again another day.

Oh yeah, and mister Atsu recovered. He's ranting to the nurses as they make sure he's alright.

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[emchante]

Mmm Ems, I’ve been thinking about chin grabs all day long. Just that little gesture of wanting to have your full attention, grasping your chin between two fingers… hell this goes for all my favorites—Danny, Carlos and Max, they’d all do it and get off on seeing you melt for them 😩

What do you think?

~🫠

HELLOO 🫠 NONNIE!!

sorry i didn’t get to this sooner, i took a big ol’ nap when i got home.

but WOAH,, danny, carlos and max you say? just as well two of them are my favourites and the other has made his way into my life 😌 how about some thots under the cut, hm?

DANIEL well.. daniel is a sucker for having your attention. he’ll die without it, he thinks. anytime he’s talking to you and you’re not giving him your full attention, his index finger and thumb are suddenly grasping your chin and turning you round to face him. “come on, sweetheart. listen to me,” he’d whine, dragging out the me. you’d laugh of course, pressing a kiss to his cheek as an apology before listening.

but there’s times where you don’t comply, and daniel hates it. he’ll grasp your chin tighter, pulling you right to him as his dark eyes stare into your own. “i said listen, baby. you going to be a good girl f’me? or are you playing naughty?” and let’s be real— that gets you both going. not long til you’re on the bed with him, and four words: pussy spanking from daniel.

MAX loves your attention. obviously. you’re the biggest victim to maxplaining, so he always needs it. when you’re too busy or simply can’t be bothered with his yapping though, you kind of shut him off. you’re reading your book when suddenly two fingers take a hold of your chin, turning your face to the left. “come on, schatz, why aren’t you listening?” he whines, moving closer to pepper kisses onto your face.

however when you get a little mouthy? oh, you’re in for it. you bite back a “enough, max” and his whole demeanour changes. your head is yanked by those two fingers on your chin, and you go to fight back until— oh. max’s face is.. different. it’s not got the soft smile, or playful glint in his eyes. his expression is hard, dark eyes with his brows furrowed. “oh, you’re telling me off?” he chuckles, humourlessly. “up, now,” and you gulp at his tone, melting into his hand still on your face. “maxie—” “up” and you’re obliging. it’s as if within a flash, you’re splayed on your back with nothing on but you’ve got a fully clothed max above you, covered thigh against your core.

CARLOS oh well, carlos was just trying to talk to you about his workout that morning. he needed to rant about what went wrong, and you were his outlet. and you felt bad because you wanted to listen, but the article on your phone was reeaallyy intriguing. “cariño,” he dragged out, moving his hand to your face as he grasped your chin gently, turning you to him. “not listening, hm?” he asks, doe eyes staring right into your soul as he tilted his head. you apologised with a shy smile, giving him your full attention.

but when you still ignore him, it’s completely different. his hand is roughly grabbing your chin, and you’re pulled so your forehead is against his own. “how disrespectful is that, hm?” he asks lowly, and you gulp slightly. “ignoring me amor, really? when i’m so upset?” he continues, tutting. “i’m sorry carlos i—” “no need,” he shrugs, letting you go as he stands up. it’s weird, he’s not usually so lenient— “i know you’ll make it up to me. come to bed, cariño,” oh. you look up to see the frustration and lust clouding his eyes. not too surprising when you’re across his lap, and his hand print is bright red on your ass.

OOPS, I GOT CARRIED AWAY… how’s that for you though nonnie? what do we think? 🫣

[starlightkun]

❧ word count: 1.9k ❧ warnings: cursing lol, oh they DO have cheesy nicknames for each other (pooks/lovey) so if ur gonna be a hater abandon ship now ❧ genre: exes to lovers, drabble sequel to much mistletoeing about nothing, holiday-themed, getting snowed in trope ❧ author’s note: i had a couple more ideas that didn’t really fit in with much mistletoeing about nothing, so here’s an extra little drabble for these two

You held your phone further away from your ear as your sister kept yelling. “You didn’t tell me that the friend you were shacking up with for the snowstorm was Kun! Y/N, oh my God! Oh my God, Y/N!”

Sat in front of Kun’s fireplace bundled up in his favorite orange hoodie and a mass of blankets, you listened with a lingering smile on your face to your older sister’s ranting to you over your phone about how her Christmas dinner with your extended family went this year. She was filling you in on all of the family drama, and complaining about all the various older family members who kept trying to grab your baby niece from her arms even after she said no.

“Baby boy missed you, by the way,” she added, referencing her eldest. “He was very concerned about why his Aunt Y/N couldn’t be there.”

Before you could respond, Kun called to you from the kitchen, “Lovey? Want some hot chocolate?”

You grimaced as you realized that you hadn’t given him a heads-up that you were on the phone, hoping that your sister hadn’t heard that.

“Is that Kun?!” She practically screeched, nearly blowing out your speakers. You held your phone further away from your ear as she kept going. “You didn’t tell me that the friend you were shacking up with for the snowstorm was Kun! Y/N, oh my God! Oh my God, Y/N!”

Well aware that you had been got, you covered the mic to look over at Kun, who mouthed an ‘oops! sorry!’ to you. You shook your head to let him know you weren’t mad, and held up a finger in a gesture for him to wait on the hot chocolate while you dealt with this.

“Alright, chill out,” you grumbled at your sister. “Yes, I’m staying with Kun right now…”

“Holy shit! How? When? Are you guys like… back together or is this a lonely-on-the-holidays hook-up thing?”

“Don’t tell Mom and Dad anything yet but… we’re trying again.”

“Oh my God!” She squealed. “For real? Since when? How did you—? Tell me everything!”

“Christ, you’re going to burst my eardrums at this rate... I can’t turn the volume down any more without muting you entirely, you know.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just really excited for you,” she gushed, and the warmth of her voice spread through your chest. “You were just… always so happy around him. And I know you’ve felt a little… untethered the past few years.”

You nodded in agreement even though she couldn’t see it. “Anyway, it turns out he got a job at the same place I’m doing my research. We ran into each other, and had nothing better to do on Christmas, then this freak snowstorm came, and we got to really talking again.”

“You’ve officially made my year, Y/N!” Her bright, infectious smile was audible through the phone. “Anyway, we’re about to go back to Mom and Dad’s for New Year’s, so I have to go.”

“Promise you won’t tell them?” You asked, warning in your tone. “You’ll let me do it? Once we’ve got things a bit more figured out.”

“Fine, fine, I promise! You know I’m good at keeping secrets.”

“Uh-huh. Tell everybody Happy New Year from me, okay?”

“Will do! Happy New Year, Y/N!” She then added even louder, “Happy New Year, Kun!”

“You’re not on speakerphone, dumbass.”

“Oh, boo. Tell him Happy New Year for me, please?”

“Fine, I will,” you sighed. “Happy New Year. Love you, bye.”

“Bye, love you!”

And with that, you hung up. Getting onto your feet, you shuffled into the kitchen where Kun had two steaming mugs on the counter. He offered one out to you, and you took it gratefully. He dropped a couple of marshmallows in the hot chocolate for you.

“Thanks, pooks.” You blew over the surface. “She says Happy New Year, by the way.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were—”

“It’s okay, Kun,” you reassured him. “I didn’t tell you I was on the phone. And you know how she is, she would’ve sleuthed it out eventually by triangulating my signal or something if I hadn’t told her.”

“I haven’t told my family yet either,” he said, then took a sip of his hot chocolate. “I thought it was best that the two of us just sort of… figured everything out first, before inviting in any bothers.”

“And my bothers you mean brothers.”

“That, too.”

You chuckled, taking your first sip of cocoa. “Mm, that’s good. Peppermint?”

“Yeah, Dr. Oh gave us all these gourmet hot chocolate bomb things for Christmas,” he explained, holding his mug out towards you. “Mine’s gingerbread.”

“Ooh.” You swapped mugs to try some of the other’s. “That one’s really good too. I think I like mine better, though.”

“Yeah, mine’s maybe a bit over-the-top on the spices?” He mused, exchanging cups once more.

“I miss your brothers,” you admitted quietly, settling back against the kitchen counter. “They were always so much fun.”

Kun scooted over to loosely loop an arm around your waist, and you leaned against him affectionately. “They miss you too. With Chenle graduating in the spring, he wanted to start brainstorming for his graduation party when I went and visited for Dejun’s birthday. We were looking at pictures from Dejun’s party for some inspiration—he of course needs his to be even better, you know.”

“Oh, of course,” you snickered fondly, already able to imagine it. Chenle was the baby of the family, and he had no shame in using that position to his advantage.

“You were in so many of the photos. And Chenle just kind of got really quiet…”

“That’s not like him.”

“No, it’s not,” he agreed solemnly. “He didn’t say anything, I know for my sake, but I think he was having a hard time imagining his graduation without you.”

“Maybe he just felt awkward looking at a bunch of pictures with you that had your ex in them.”

“We were together for five years, Y/N. You made as much of an impact on their lives as mine. You used to help Chenle with all those school projects, and picked him up from school…”

You felt a lump growing in your throat as you sniffled and nodded. “Remember when he ran away from home to our apartment?”

“Yeah, you managed to convince my mom to let him stay with us for a few days— which only worked because she adored you so much, by the way. He was glued to your side the whole time.”

“He just needed a break. Poor kid was so stressed.”

Kun rubbed your back. “You were always so good with him.”

You took another pensive drink of your cocoa. “Do you think… we’ll be okay this time?”

“I have to think so.” He pressed a kiss to your temple absentmindedly. “Do you think we’ll be okay this time?”

“Yeah.” You set your mug down to turn around and wrap your arms around him, burying your face in his neck. He immediately enveloped you in his arms, holding you closely. Your chest twinged at the familiarity. “I think we’ve got it this time.”

“What time do you think it is?” You murmured, hand clasped in Kun’s and head resting on his shoulder as the two of you slowly swayed together in his living room. What had started out as goofy, lighthearted dancing to some of his vinyls had turned into slow-dancing as the album playing right now was more melancholic and heartfelt.

Kun lifted up his watch so both of you could see it. 11:59 p.m. “Almost there…”

Both of you were silent as you watched the seconds count up on the watch face.

12:00 a.m.

“Happy New Year’s, pooks.” You lifted your head up to look him in the eye, a wide grin on your face. "And Happy Birthday."

"Best birthday present I could ask for." He cupped your cheek tenderly, smiling right back at you. “Happy New Year, lovey.”

You brushed his hair from his face before surging forward to close the space between you. Kun was still smiling into the kiss, running a gentle thumb over your cheekbone. At the sound of a phone ringing, he broke away with a groan.

“That’ll be my family,” he sighed, stealing another kiss from you. “I should get that.”

You made the motion of zipping your lips and throwing away the key, and he dropped one last peck to the corner of your mouth before begrudgingly letting you go and walking over to where his phone was buzzing and ringing from the kitchen.

“Hey, Mom! Happy New Year!” He greeted his mother enthusiastically. “Happy New Year, Dad! Yeah, Chenle, I heard you, I was getting to you—Oh my god, Dejun, yes, Happy New Year to you too!”

You couldn’t help but giggle, covering your mouth as you quietly tiptoed over to pick up your empty hot cocoa mugs and start putting them in the sink.

“Oh, lovey, you don’t have to—” Kun was pointing his phone mic away from him as he addressed you, but that obviously did nothing to conceal his words from his entire family on the other end of the line. You heard the familiar catastrophic yells of his little brothers, fully bursting into laughter as Kun’s eyes went wide with realization at what he’d just done. The sounds of your name rang through the speakers clearly, and he mouthed another apology at you.

“It’s fine, pooks,” you chuckled at a normal volume, letting yourself be heard.

Kun winced as he lifted his phone back up to his ear. “Yes, I’m with Y/N right now… No, no, I’m not handing the phone to her. Chenle, I can hear you pouting, stop that. It’s not going to make me—”

You held your hand out to him expectantly.

“Are you sure? You really don’t have to indulge these little demons,” he hissed the last part into the phone, then turned panicked. “No! Of course, I didn’t mean you, Mom, I meant Dejun and Chenle!”

“It’s alright,” you reassured him with another chuckle, motioning for him to hand the device over. Once you had his phone, you put it on speakerphone, sidling up next to him as you greeted his family. “Happy New Year’s, everyone!”

The two boys on the other end erupted into cheers of your name and general yelling in the background, while their mother actually addressed you. “Happy New Year, Y/N. It’s great to hear from you again, sweetheart.”

“It’s really nice to talk to you all again, too,” you told her honestly, as Kun wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“Y/N!” Chenle cut in. “It’s really you?!”

“Yes, LeLe, it’s really me,” you chuckled. “I heard you’re graduating soon, big kid! Congrats.”

“Does this mean you two are back together?!” Dejun was much closer to the phone now.

Kun shook his head at his brother’s words. “Stop it. Y/N doesn’t have to answer that.”

“Oh, something like that,” you answered Dejun anyway with a mischievous, giddy grin.

As the younger sons erupted into celebratory yells in the distance again, you were left to speak only with his parents.

“That’s lovely to hear,” his mother said sweetly.

“Are you well, Y/N?” His dad asked.

After chatting with Kun’s family for a few more minutes, you and Kun gave them your goodbyes before hanging up. You had a lingering smile on your face as you looked over at Kun, cradling his face with both your hands. He raised an inquisitive eyebrow as you just continued looking at him.

“Something on my face?”

“Just looking,” you answered simply. “I’m… really happy right now, Kun.”

That made him smile, too, and he looked down at the floor for a moment before bringing his eyes back up to meet yours. “I’m really happy right now, too, Y/N.”

He leaned in to slot his mouth with yours again, and you hummed delightedly into the kiss.

“Seems like it came true, then.”

It was your turn to regard him with confusion. “What do you mean, pooks?”

“We are having a Happy New Year.”

You let out a couple of incredulous laughs, planting kisses on his dimples between each one. “You sap. My sap.”

“I hope that snowstorm never gets cleared,” he declared, kissing you again.

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[fairidvst]

Heyyyy can I request like a teen!reader x the disciples, just some platonic headcanons y’know? Thanxx <3

sorry this took so long, i knew what i wanted the hcs to be but i didnt really know how to actually write it so 😭 i kinda made this like a found family type of trope ( not really but ) if u want smth different lmk :) ( implied reader doesnt have parents / good relationship with them but very brief cos i didnt really know how to start this off oops )

the disciples + teen reader head cannons ·˚ ༘₊·꒰➳: ̗̀➛

you were listening to one of jesus' preachings when he called you to follow him

of course you went with no hesitation

he was so warm and welcoming and you hadnt felt that in a while

when you first started following the group , it took a while for you to remember their names

names just weren't your thing

but especially the brothers

you called andrew simon and simon andrew

once, you got john's name wrong for the third time in a day

"james do you know if- james? are you listening to me?"

he straight up ignored you

he thinks you are doing it on purpose

and after you actually do learn their names, you keep doing it to him because it's funny

john ranting to literally anybody who is within earshot "do you hear her?! she is doing it on purpose! my name is john! J-O-H-N. john! i know she knows it too. it's only my name she messes up!"

z intrigues you the most

you hear him early in the morning because he gets up to train

for what you have no idea but little james says it's just a habit

he teaches you how to throw a few punches when he catches you watching him

when you guys go back to capernaum you stay with simon and eden for a few days

and if you think eden is like a mom

wait until you meet salome

she adores you

john is lowkey so offended by this

but in an older brother way yk

anyways

after meeting you she somehow convinces simon to let you stay with them

she teachers you how to cook and everything

you're her new child whether u like it or not

then we have nathaniel who becomes your partner in crime

you two are so chaotic together it actually becomes a problem

"philip, watch them"

"we don't need a babysitter!"

philip stays with you anyways

it's a good thing too because somehow you both managed to start a fire and didnt know how to put it out ???

[plantmommoonbaby]

I have covid (rant about that later), and to keep my mind from rotting, I'm rewatching IwtV. So, please enjoy

My Delirious Ramblings about Our Favorite Beautiful Vampire Divorcés (pt 1)

Episode 1:

It feels like it means something that went Lestat does the mind control thing, his victims eyes look like his

Uuugh i saw a tumblr post wondering if the widow du Pointe duLac ever convinced herself Louis pushed Paul so she could believe Paul went to heaven and 😭

That means his mother starts to see him as a monster the literal morning he chooses to become a monster

God, if she never subtle accused him, would he even have agreed to Lestat's offer??

Louis talking over what Lestat said to convince him makes me think all he had to say was that he loved him...

I mean... valid since he just lost his mother's love 💔

Episode 2:

Ummm, Louis, why do you have a painting by your grampa??

Armand isn't even acting in this scene, is he? Boy worships Louis

But, like... how is Armand--sorry, Rashid 🙄 being the only staff member who doesn't mask not a dead give away?

Louis's eyes go green when he has blood lust

Tiny buns 💓

I have a hard time believing Louis diets out of compassion when he'll eat a hogtied endangered species...

God bless Grace du Pointe du Lac

You can say you aren't buying in to the killing, Louis... but your eyes are very green...

Oop, Daniel couldn't stay objective while reliving that little dish... this is when the lines start getting blurry

Episode 3:

It has to be a superiority thing, coz the way he ate that poor kitty was brutal...

Daniel has not kiki'd over exes enough and it shows. Louis reeks of missing his ex. You don't point out how obvious it is until after a few drinks and making sure he can't slide into the DMs first...

Ooooh if looks could kill. Our literal green eyed monster damn near drained Antoinette right there... I guarantee the only reason he didn't is because he thought Lestat was going to drain her later

Checking to make sure Lestat is paying attention before making Jonah think about "them old days" �� Louis said "fuck around and find out, Daddy 😘"

Jonah, I know a certain European who is cares a whole lot about who you are looking at, and I'm pretty fucking sure he's not gonna be sensible about it...

Louis, you're not you when you're hungry...

Lestat plays fucked up games, but seeing Louis's green eyes and knowing he isn't stable enough to actually restrain himself and then hurting himself to get them all out is actually pretty respectful of his diet...

Lestat wasn't wrong about Louis being a natural... he's just a natural serial killer, not hunter. He has to want to kill his victim...

Louis kicks in one door, his sister sees him as the devil. He kicks in another and Claudia sees him as an angel 😭😭😭 IM NOT CRYING YOU'RE CRYING

I think I need a nap...

[arsonisticscholar]

Your mxtx posts are getting to me. I am so intrigued by the fanart. So my question is

Where do I start? 👀

Ooooo heheheh

Sorry I kinda went on a rant there but I hope this helps lol

(Post typing I kinda went on a little rant but you can decide depending on the info I put in there, I’ll cut it for the sanity of my followers and I’ll separate the different sections a bit and highlight what each section talks about. Veeery mild spoilers but one is a plot ‘twist’ that gets exposed in the first book and one is a content warning so. But also they all have a bit of violence which gets graphic at times so keep that in mind)

Ok there’s three different series by mxtx in release order: scum villain self saving system(svsss) (idk the Chinese name oops) the grandmaster of demonic cultivation or mo dao zu shi (mdzs) Heaven officials blessing or tian guan ci fu (tgcf)

I won’t include major spoilers but there’s still stuff like typical trigger warnings that I might want to add

Ok there’s a few different ways you could read them depending on how familiar/comfortable with different things

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The easiest thing to say no for reading is sex, and while there are no plot points that you’ll miss by skipping anything and only once has there been a sex scene outside of an extra chapter this still could be important for some so I just wanna be sensitive. If you’re not totally comfortable with sexy stuff or want to build up to it go in this order:

Heaven officials blessing (nothing explicit, some innuendos and references and implied and it does happen but it’s never descriptive at all, I wouldn’t feel morally objectionable if I gave it to a young teenager)

The grandmaster of demonic cultivation (explicit extra chapters, is not generally sex related during the main plot)

Scum villains self saving system (has an explicit sex scene during the main plot, has multiple sex scenes in extra chapters, and has casual references to sex and sex jokes throughout)

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If you’re not super familiar with Chinese names or words (idk you’re nationality but I’m American and white and it took me a minute for sure) or if you’re not familiar with xianxia terms then read in this order

Scum villain (mostly sticks to courtesy names so only one name per character, doesn’t get too deep into politics, and doesn’t rely to heavily on genre knowledge for worldbuilding without explaining it)

Heaven officials blessing (has like three different names per character, gets pretty deep into those Heaven officials drama, but easy enough to follow once you know the characters, relies a little on the reader already being familiar with the genre but does enough of its own worldbuilding that it’s honestly fine if you were familiar with Chinese names then this would be the easiest to rawdogg and understand what’s happening)

Mo dao zu shi (uses both given and courtesy names and nicknames and every name under the Sun to refer to a character, gets suuuuper deep into inter-sect drama, and got a little hard to follow at points keeping track of family trees and which sect was where and that guys sister is who’s wife?? Might need a whiteboard idk, also most of the worldbuilding is around the politics and sects relationships so if you don’t know much about the genre might want to pull up the fandom wiki)

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If you wanted to know the length of each series it’s

Scum villain (4 volumes, 3 main plot 1 extra chapters)

Mo dao zu shi (5 volumes (eng ver.) 4 1/2 main plot second half of 5 extra chapters I think? Or 4 main plot 1 extra chapters)

Heaven officials blessing (8 volumes, first 7 1/2 main plot ends the 8th vol with extras)

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And ik you said you were curious about the fanart so if you’d like visuals to help decide,

Top left image: on the left is Luo Binghe, on the right is Shen Qingqiu/Shen Yuan/Shizun(just teacher but a lot of the time people in the fandom just call him shizun lmfao)

Top right image: on the left is Xie Lian, on the right is San Lang/Hua Cheng

Bottom image: on the left is Lan Zhan/Lan Wangji/Hanguang-Jun, on the right is Wei Ying/Wei Wuxian/Yiling patriarch

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I personally read them Heaven officials blessing, Mo dao zu shi, scum villain

My favorite to least favorite is scum villain, Heaven officials blessing, Mo dao zu shi

The most popular are mo dao zu shi, Heaven officials blessing, scum villain

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The content that exists for each series are:

Heaven officials blessing:the original completed book series, season 1&2 with 3 on the way of animated series, live action in production, audio drama with upcoming episodes, and a few volumes of comics

Mo dao zu shi: the original completed book series, a completed (but heavily sensored) live action show, season 1(?) of an animated series, completed(?) comic series

Scum villain: original completed books, season 1 of a 3D animated show, actually that’s it I’m starving

[honey-beann]

Bro please can I get “I broke the lock. You were screaming” with nines and our little detective? I don’t really have much of an idea for a story… maybe a case gone wrong and nines insists on staying with her because she’s clearly shaken?!? Idk I love your writing it’s def one of the things I look forward to on my feed <3

Okay SO first things first thank you, Anon, for your super kind words!! You are the sweetest <3

Secondly, I took the liberty of assuming based on the descriptor of "our little detective" that you're talking about the reader from Ruiner, Ruination, so I wrote this fic within that universe (which i hope is alright).

This idea led me to the creation of an offshoot series stemming from Ruiner, Ruination, which I have titled Ruiner, Ruination - Indictus. The point of this series is to highlight little canonical moments that have occurred between Nines and the Reader that went unsaid in the main series (hence the name Indictus, meaning "unsaid").

The creation of this series is super exciting for me because it allows me to write out requests in the Ruiner, Ruination universe AND make them canon without it being too confusing or weird to map out, since I can simply say where each fic takes place in the timeline as things are planned out and published in the original fic.

Anyways, sorry for the rant on the new series, but I hope you enjoy this fic and any upcoming Ruiner, Ruination - Indictus pieces that follow!

Avoidance Tactics (rk900 x reader)

A Ruiner, Ruination - Indictus chapter

Timeline - This fic has a lot to do with the events of the 7th Ruiner, Ruination chapter and takes place after the (currently unpublished, oops) 8th chapter.

Nightmares/sleeping dialogue prompt #2 - "I broke the lock. You were screaming"

Word Count: 3,586

"Could you hover a little bit less ominously? You're really creeping me out."

You muttered under your breath as you passed a wandering gaze over the incident report you had spent the past few hours filling out. Once you were done, you would finally be finished with the process of submitting Nines' work related injury to the DPD's HR department, which you were eager to be done with for good.

It had been two days since your partner's accident, and you had spent nearly every waking hour since avoiding the subject as much as possible by working yourself to the bone.

The unfortunate downside of this was that just 48 hours later there was nothing left for you to do but file away the very incident report you'd been avoiding, and honestly, that had been just as awful as you'd feared it would be.

It required you to go into immense detail pertaining to not only Nines' injuries, but also his reactions to them, the lethality of them, and the traumatic responses that may have occurred as a result of them.

Gavin had filled out his end of the form on the day of the injury back at the DPD with you, and now it was your turn to fill out the individual portion.

And to an extent you hadn't truly expected, the memories were haunting.

Your hands had shaken vigorously above the keyboard as you'd typed out the amount of blue blood that you had gotten on yourself in the process of stopping the bleeding,

the stickiness that lingered between your fingers for hours afterward,

the way it had remained spattered on your clothing even when you could no longer see it,

the scent of it and the way it had stuck to you until multiple showers later.

You had bit back tears when recalling the staticky quality to Nines' voice as his vocal modulator had struggled without the support of his circulatory regulator,

the slightly glazed quality of his eyes,

the way he had groaned in pain as they loaded him into the android care ambulance,

and the trail of blood he had left behind in the process.

It had all been so awful.

And the extent of his injuries had been no small issue either.

Without his stock circulatory bio-component, Nines' thirium pump regulator, and therefore his thirium pump as well, had been put under unnecessary strain for days now, unnecessary strain that would doubtlessly cause a machine like him to falter and shut down sooner than he ever would have otherwise.

And somehow, it was this fact that terrified you the most.

Sure, you had always known that Nines would outlive you,

that fact had never once bothered you,

but the idea that his likely absurdly long life would be cut short, even slightly, by this accident?

It unsettled you that such a thing was even possible.

Years off of the life of a thing that some didn't even view as living at all.

The humanity of it all struck you in the very worst way,

But fortunately you wouldn't really have to dwell on that for long.

"I am not hovering, Detective."

Nines replied coolly from where he stood beside the entryway of his dining room, where you had been sitting for hours as you worked tirelessly to write up your incident report.

"I am simply analyzing you to discern whether or not you are still capable of writing your report in a manner that will meet the Captain's standards."

You rolled your eyes,

"Well that really doesn't matter now, because I just submitted it."

Nines gave a low hum in response, but neglected to say anything more.

You were right though, he had most definitely been hovering, and for quite some time, at that.

He had started making his way throughout the apartment around the time you'd started your write up, and had been careful to ensure that he never stuck around you for too long as he performed his scans, which allowed him to discern whether or not your actions were causing you any emotional strain.

And every time that he had scanned you, the results always came back the same: judging by the amount of cortisol present in your bloodstream, the report was almost assuredly bringing back traumas you were not yet ready to unpack.

And yet, try as he might to think of something he could do, Nines had yet to come up with a single solution.

He was resigned to let you finish, and then, maybe, he might just get you to talk about what was bothering you.

Except now, as you looked over at him for the first time in hours, he could see how exhausted you were, and pushed the thought out of his mind.

It was time to get you to bed.

"Would you like to stay the night, Detective? The spare tooth brush you utilized the other evening is still in the bathroom, and I believe you packed an extra work outfit in your trunk after last time."

You glanced towards your partner quizzically, raising a brow as you closed your laptop,

"Seriously? I thought for sure you'd want me out of your hair by now."

Nines shrugged a bit at your statement before he moved to plug your computer in on the counter where the cord was located, just out of your reach.

"I have no qualms with you sleeping here if it would be easier. It is not as if I require the use of my bed for any particular purpose."

You gave a small laugh at that, but Nines was quick to note that it didn't reach your eyes, despite the distinctive lack of sarcasm found within it.

Your mannerisms were certainly concerning, but he tried not to over analyze for the time being.

You spoke up,

"Yeah, I guess not huh? In that case, if it doesn't bother you I think I might as well just stay over again. It'll give me a little extra sleep, which I could really use right now."

Nines gave a brief nod in response before heading into his bedroom at the end of the hall,

"Alright, in that case I should find you something to wear to sleep for the night. Any preferences?"

Your cheeks were dusted a slight pink as you spoke, and Nines noticed a sudden increase in your body temperature as well, but even so he chose to ignore it in favor of paying more attention to your response instead,

"Uh, I didn't mind the shirt you gave me the other night? If its clean?"

Nines hummed and retreated to the bedroom without another word, leaving you to make your way to the bathroom to get yourself ready.

You sighed as you stared at your face in the mirror, taking note of your haggard and saddened appearance.

God, that report had taken a lot out of you.

Forcing yourself to give a brief smile, you squeezed some tooth paste out onto your tooth brush before beginning the familiar motions that went along with brushing your teeth as you waited for Nines to return.

To your surprise though, by the time you were finished, your partner still had yet to come back from his detour at the end of the hall, so curiously, you opened the bathroom door, only to shriek in surprise when you saw that Nines was standing on the other side, that familiar shirt of his that you had worn the other night in hand.

You placed your palm against your chest as you took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down, shooting your partner a wordless glare as you did so.

"My apologies, Detective, I didn't mean to scare you."

You groaned and rolled your eyes before ultimately choosing to forgive the man in front of you, offering a gentle thanks as you took the shirt from him and re-entered the bathroom, closing the door behind you once more.

You took another deep breath as you looked back into the mirror, the scent of Nines' shirt wafting into your nose as you did so. You were a bit surprised to find that this was oddly soothing, and elected to ignore the comfort that warmed you as a result of it.

Afterward, you told yourself that you just happened to require a rather deep inhale at the very same moment that you were pulling the white undershirt over your head.

You glanced over at yourself in the mirror, legs bare and hair mussed from changing your shirt, and let out a soft sigh as you ran the pad of your pointer finger over the dark circles beneath your eyes.

It was definitely time for bed.

So, with that idea in mind, you placed your hand on the cold doorknob, letting it absorb some of the heat from your palm for a while as you basked in all of the external stimuli that surrounded you, grateful for the proof that the world around you was real at all.

And then, quietly, as if afraid you might be frightened once again, you pulled the bathroom door open, allowing yourself the time to glance up and down either end of the hall before making your way over to the door found at the very end of it, which remained cracked as an invitation for you to enter.

Nines looked up at you in greeting as you pulled the door open further, closing the door to his closet before he made his way over to the bed you were now working to climb on top of, his foot steps quiet and lithe behind you before they halted at the foot of his queen sized bed, which was fitted with the same huge black comforter as last time.

You glanced up at him as you laid your back against the soft pillows found at the head of the bed, struggling to make eye contact as you tried not to think too hard about the comfort his scent had offered you previously.

God, what a weird thing to think about your partner. Maybe you should buy him a cologne so he smelled different or something.

You shook off your thought as Nines brushed imaginary lint from the blanket you were now comfortably laying beneath as he finally spoke,

"Is there anything else you need, Detective?"

He watched you intently as you shook your head, and gave you a few moments afterward to change your mind before he finally started turning around to head back out the door.

"In that case, I'll just be out in the living area. I will remain in light stasis so you won't have to worry about me being hard to wake up if you find that there is something you require my assistance for. I will also be locking the door, as my research has supported that this will help you feel safer. Is that all agreeable with you, Detective?"

You were a bit taken aback by the sudden influx of information, but nodded nonetheless after allowing yourself a few seconds to comprehend what was being said to you,

"Oh uh sure, yeah, that's fine, whatever you want."

Nines gave a slight nod in response before clicking the lock in place, taking a step over to the other side of the door frame before he turned back to look you over once more, his eyes traversing your frame slowly as he did so,

"Sleep well, Little Mouse. I will see you in the morning."

And with that, he was closing the door behind him before you could say a word, leaving you with nothing left to do but drift off to sleep.

And drift off to sleep you did, though it was far from the peaceful slumber you had anticipated.

You fought back a cry of pure anguish as you watched the android, the same AV500 model from the abandoned car factory, shoot Nines for the fifth time that night, this time right between his eyes.

Your partner fell back soundlessly, his body hitting the ground with enough force to make the floor shake as he stared up at you with those unseeing gray-blue eyes of his.

They were so haunting like this, when you could tell they were observing nothing despite their unnatural openness, and you forced yourself to reach over the close them in spite of the blue blood that coated your fingers as you did so.

It was sticky and warm, just as it had been every other time he'd been shot within this hellish nightmare, and you had to stop yourself from vomiting as everything started all over again.

Here you were, for the sixth time, standing in that same room with that same murderous android, and once again, there was nothing you could do to stop him from killing your partner.

You couldn't plead for mercy, tackle the man to the ground, or even shoot him with the gun Nines had provided you with. You had no choice but to simply stand there and watch as he gunned down your partner, your friend again and again.

It was torturous.

And this time, as he shot Nines right in his thirium pump, and you saw that pained and confused look on his face for the sixth time that evening, you couldn't help yourself.

You screamed.

You screamed out of fear, out of frustration, and above all else, out of grief.

Here in this nightmare, you couldn't even tell what was real anymore, and with each passing murder, you could swear that Nines had really died back at that factory, and that this reality, where you simply had to watch and suffer wordlessly, was the real one.

You screamed for so long your throat hurt even within your own dream, raw and painful as you prayed internally for this torture to end, eyes squeezed shut and brimming with tears as you heard distant gunshot after distant gunshot go off before hitting thick plastic over and over again.

You would never be able to forget that sound.

But then, even more distantly than those gunshots, came the sound of Nines' voice, far off and calling out to you as if he were searching aimlessly while alone in the dark.

And without a second thought, you called back.

You awoke gasping for air, throat aching tremendously, and eyes stinging both from your tears and from the much too bright light coming from the lamp to the left of you.

But none of that was nearly as noticeable as the android who was hovering above your form as you laid on your back, his arms poised on either side of your head as he looked down at you with an almost fearful look on his face.

"What the- Nines?"

You croaked out in confusion, glancing over at the previously locked bedroom door as you attempted to make sense about what was going on.

“I broke the lock. You were screaming”

Nines all but panted out, eyes still a bit wild as he slowly began to pull away from the bed, standing at the edge as if afraid you would start screaming all over again the moment he moved.

You squinted your eyes in confusion and in an effort to mitigate the impact the lights were having on your head,

As if he could read your mind, Nines reached over the turned the lamp off without a word.

You sighed softly, noting the way that the air barely managed to leave your mouth due to how shaky you were feeling.

That nightmare had to have been one of the worst you'd ever had.

And the worst part yet? It wasn't going away.

You could still hear the sound of a single strong bullet hitting thick hard plastic, and you could feel the splash of warm thirium against your skin as a result.

It was horrible.

Tears filled your vision as you sat up slightly, bringing your knees to your chest as you tried to make sense of what was going on.

Why couldn't you stop thinking about it? Why were you torturing yourself like this?

You were just about to ask Nines what was wrong with you when he spoke up first,

"May I see your hand, Detective?"

He asked not unkindly, and hesitantly, as if afraid this could somehow go awry, you gave it to him.

You then watched in the dim lighting of the bedroom as your partner raised your hand up to where his thirium pump worked tirelessly within his chest, pumping in a manner that you could feel as it did so.

"I am alive."

He murmured softly, and you briefly wondered how he had known what was bothering you without you saying a word before you simply let it go and pressed your hand harder against the area below his sternum, feeling the evidence of his existence thump strongly against your palm and the pads of your fingers.

You looked up at him then, tears pooling in your eyes and spilling down your cheeks, and asked him for something you had never once expected to throughout the entire duration of your partnership,

"Nines, can you lay here with me?"

You murmured, watching as the android briefly contemplated your request before nodding once in compliance.

The bed dipped slightly as Nines dropped his knee on to the mattress before climbing the rest of the way over to the empty spot beside you, where he sat a bit awkwardly as he awaited your next request.

None of this was familiar to him in the slightest, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not figure out what you might want from him.

You sighed in slight relief as you laid yourself back down, noting the way that Nines watched as you did so before slowly doing the same, his head propped up by the pillows as he laid his palms face down on the mattress at either side of him.

He was very clearly not used to laying down, but you almost found it endearing that he remained so stiff even when in a position that was meant to be relaxing.

How very Nines of him.

Giving a gentle sigh, you turned your body on its side in order to better face your partner, who immediately shifted his gaze towards your own as you spoke, your hand raised ever so slightly towards him as you did so,

"Would you... Do you mind if I feel it again?"

Your cheeks burned as you considered your own request, but before you could back out, Nines shook his head before expressing his response verbally to reassure you,

"Not at all, Detective. I have no issues with you touching me if that is what you require."

You couldn't help but clear your throat upon hearing his words, but slowly lowered your hand onto his chest anyway, feeling yourself relax a bit as you once again felt his thirium pump beat strongly against your palm.

"Does it help you to know that I am well?"

Nines murmured, giving a low hum of interest as you nodded in response.

The room was silent for a few moments before he spoke up again, his voice quiet despite the silence of the room around you.

"I did not realize you had been so deeply impacted by my injuries. I apologize for my ignorance."

You were quick to shake your head upon hearing his words, and raised yourself up onto your forearms to better address him as you spoke,

"Don't apologize. I didn't realize either... I think I was just hoping to ignore it until it went away on its own."

Nines didn't reply, but instead gave a gentle hum of acknowledgment as he further considered your words.

You, on the other hand, took the silence as your queue to try and get back to sleep, something you were more than a little bit eager for after your night of terror and exhaustion.

Even still, you found yourself struggling to drift off, despite the added comfort of Nines' thirium pump as it beat steadily beneath your palm.

And after waiting and waiting for sleep to overtake you for what felt like far too long, you sat up on your knees and faced your partner in the darkness, your cheeks tinted pink as you made your second humiliating request of the night.

"I uh I can't sleep. Can I try something?"

Nines gave a small nod of approval, curiosity evident in his tone as he replied,

"I don't see why not, Little Mouse."

You felt your heart skip a beat at the familiar nickname, and swallowed thickly as you pulled yourself closer to your partner, letting out a nervous sigh as you lowered your torso back down onto the mattress, straightening out your legs beneath you as you let your head fall to Nines' chest, where the sound of his thirium pump working tirelessly within immediately filled your ears.

And with that, even more so than before, you found that your body grew relaxed, your eyes becoming heavy as you allowed your newfound comfort to will you to sleep once more.

Nines remained silent all the while, but watched you as you slowly drifted off to sleep with your head lying atop his chest, soothed by the sound of his artificial heart as he relished in the knowledge of your safety and comfort, even within a presence as dangerous and cold as his own.

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[sweetshelluvaau]

wait when was fizz ooc /gen

like tbf we didnt know a lot about him off-stage before oops so even tho he wasnt what he expected i wouldnt necessarily say it was ooc

same for ozzie

Maybe ooc isn't exactly the right term (at least in Oops case, the Mammon episode, oh he was completely ooc imho. I explained my thoughts about this here) more than how the narrative has everyone in the show be like 'isn't Stolas great?' and just defending him like Fizz you barely even know the guy! That or the writers fear that they can't write an abuse victim which happens to also be a horrible person. They have to be the 'prefect victim'. They took Fizz's bite away in the Mammon episode where he couldn't stand up for himself let alone have these insecurities he didn't have before out of no where?

Fizz not being able to protect himself physically? Okay I can buy that he's not a fighter. Fizz walking on eggshells around Mammon? Completely understandable being he's both his idol and his boss. But I'm sorry he wouldn't have sit there and take Glitz and Glam insults without snapping back? He'd also chew out that obsessed fan as well (which would also show how he grew from a timid teenager to a Snarky Shit). Yeah he may get a word from Mr. Christmas Tree after for the fan thing, but with G&G? C'mon, a little drama is great entertainment Mammon would eat that shit up if it means more view and money.

However with the case of Oz: He was written as if he was a complete idiot just to make Stolas look better in Oops. Yeah thankfully he didn't kiss Stolas' ass and seems to not like the guy (and I know Viv is gonna recon that in the future because god forbid we have a character that isn't a villain not like Stolas) but the whole thing with the lawyer and and Ozzie making really rash decisions (I mean yes he's hot headed but he's not stupid) and really Stolas NOT needing to be there.

Also saw someone in the critical tag mention this today: I'm sorry, Ozzie would sense something is up with Stolas and his 'feelings' for Blitzo. We had this ham fisted consent speech that went over owl boys head and you're telling me a man who's lived for thousands of years and has most likely dealt with some of the worst of humanity and demons Earth and Hell have to offer isn't gonna sense any red flags? And considering how much he hates people like Mammon, I'm sure plenty of the Ars Goetia aren't any better.

In other words Ozzie could smell bullshit from a mile away.

Also I'm ranting about this again for the hundredth time but Ozzie wouldn't sit around listening to some lawyer, he'd go to rescue Fizz himself. The guy can teleport anyways so I'm sure he can easily sneak into Crimson's compound and lay down the smack down like it's no one business because he's a SIn for crying out loud! And maybe after seeing Blitzo keeping Fizz safe and having that conversation with Stolas, Oz would likely just give Blitzo the crystal as a thank you suppose to giving to Stolas to give it Blitzo being again, he's picking up bad vibes.

That or have Fizz deliver it at a later date. After all, it was Fizz who said he 'earned it' and who's word do you think Ozzie is going to take to heart? It sure ain't Hooters.

That being said I'd also blame the fact that the same character can act one way in another episode and then have a completely different personality in the next if it means fitting the narrative. No one character is consistent and can change if it means making a character look better or again, fits the narrative of that said episode. What did they have some character development the last few episodes ago? Never mind that we're back to their old self or better yet, they have a completely new personality all together the fuck?

Honestly, I'm kinda drained from making the same agreements all time. All I wanted was a silly demon show about some silly demon assassins, not whatever the fuck we got now. At this point I just want to focus mostly my AU and other projects.

[barghest-land]

wrote a bit about this in tags at first but figured i'm just gonna rant there for a bit. sorry in advance for any typos TW: mention of very bad mental health and suicidal thoughts, and also mention of a car accident oops idk if i did it right but the rest should be under the cut

i'm so glad to be alive rn, even tho it's very hard. very little things make me happy. rn it's raining outside and i'm sleepy and i'm drawing sleeping john and i'm so at peace:) and i think it would be different, it would feel just normal if i wasn't mentally in a dark place. every day i remember where i was a year and a half ago. i could be gone for good, but somehow managed to ask for help, take meds, survive, even tho leaving was very tempting. the amount of shit in my life was already enough so that time was (and still is) literally unbearable. after that, everything started to be more bright. when you feel you might be gone soon, the wind feels more fresh on your skin. sunbeams on the wooden floor are suddenly seem so pretty, and i never noticed that before. every sunset, every sunrise feels like the last. so pretty, yet so sad. you basiucally live with the feeling "i'm gonna miss all this so much. i already do". i look at the little birds with such a warm feeling - i will miss these little creatures a lot. they look so innocent, so fragile and cute. i was close to dying once in a car accident (12 years ago), the car went flying for a good few seconds. i wasn't scared, even tho i knew, when the car hits the ground - there will be nothing after. and even like that, i looked at broken glass flying before my eyes in slow motion, the sun reflecting from it, and all i was thinking about is how pretty it was. kinda crazy, if you think about it. now everything seems the same, but for longer. i can't say i'm out of that very dark place. i'm still there and still trying to find any reasons to keep going. but my cat is there, and her fur feels nice. the sound of loud thunderstorm is going right through my heart and i live for it. the sun is still there. i'm sleepy - and i'm glad to notice that. it means that i have a body, i'm still alive, i'm still there. even when i'm upset, i'm glad to know that. i still have emotions. i can still go out and look for some pretty rocks to find and keep them in my pocket, along with a small sparrow feather. and then go home and draw silly fictional characters from not-so-silly fictional world, based on a real one, that is so dear to me.

two days ago, while looking at the shooting stars, my 10yo cousin asked me why are we here, and what we live for. i told her the truth - i'm 27 and i still don't know. but i will make tea tomorrow, and it will be sweet, as always. and right now i live for that.

[lagncx]

Working on Karl Heisenberg which is 6k words now.

This is rushed

———-

Based on Sweeney Todd.

You never drew before him, never liked drawing. But he asked you to draw him, so you did. He asked you to help him, so you did. He asked you to get back up so you did. He asked you to make love to him and be his, you already were.

You sighed and took a wad of white on the bristles of the brush painting it on the black canvas completing the hair. You sighed and backed up looking at one of many portraits of your lover. Oop- hah…past lover. You looked down at your hands, that finger bare almost felt naked without it. You turned to the pitter patter of feet getting closer. You smiled at your daughter, her white hair covered in her own kid paint. “Hey sugar plum.” You hummed pulling her to sit on your leg. “I let dad in” you froze “what?”

The sound of footsteps came into the room “Darl- oh. Hi…” Astarion stared at you before smiling at your little girl. “I wasn't expecting you.” You cleared your throat, the large canvas behind you, his features already there and too late to hide away. “Well-…I thought I’d pick her up early.” Instead of walking away he walked up to your side and you looked up at him, he was staring at the painting. “Still can’t believe that’s me.” He sighed.

Your daughter giggled “Will you paint me next?!” You laughed as she hopped into your arms “of course, I’ll paint you till you get really old and wrinkled” she gagged “Ew!” You laughed.

Astarion crossed his arms “Go on mosselle get your things.” He said to your daughter, nodding and skipping away.

It was silent till he cleared his throat “Have you been sleeping?” You hummed completely out of it “Your eyes, their dark.” You laughed “Are they?” You really didn’t sleep, not since Astarion, and you separated. He didn’t seem to want to pry.

“You still paint me?” He asked before sitting next to you on a stool putting a leg over the other. You turned to his painting “Yea…yea I do.” You went to grab a tarp “I’ll cover it up, sorry.” But you felt a hand stop you, the cold skin on your hot flesh, cooling you down “It’s alright, sit back down.” You slumped down onto the stool. He pulled away, “This is different, what’s with the fruit?”

You looked at the painting seeing the way the blood orange reflected his eyes as they looked deeply into the abyss of the black velvet background. There was juice dribbling down his lip, some pieces of the slices of the orange on his chin and chest, a silky robe slightly letting his chest and shoulder peek out, his pale skin making the whole painting pop with soft pink cherry lips and his hair more disheveled than usual. You shrugged “Reflects your eyes.” He hummed “Well like always it’s magnificent. Your painting is magnificent.”

He was silent for a while before turning to you “Remember when I first had you paint me?” He said in a flirty tone, ears pointing up, huh…he’s feeling playful then? You nodded “Yes.”

—————

You sat around the fire, waiting for your turn to answer a truth or drink, “Alright soldier!” Karlach boomed already dizzy from her drinks leaning on Wyll like a magnet. “What’s a talent you’ve never told anyone before!” She yelled everyone looked at you thinking you got the most tame question.

Astarion was sitting across from you the flames dividing a perfect picture of his face from you, you chuckled “Uhm…I can draw, though I don’t like it.” You saw a slight ear twitch in the distance. Karlach gasped “Oh hells! Can you draw one of us?!” She smiled excitedly and everyone had asked for their own portraits, you smiled and chose gale getting up to grab a paper and a small piece of charcoal from the pit starting with a sharp outline of gale's side profile and boom bada bing, you were done after a good ten minutes.

Gale had then began ranting on how detailed and beautiful it was, showing it to shadowheart passing it around and everyone congratulated you, Astarion had grabbed the paper and looked at the picture for a…long while. He smirked at Gale “Really highlights your nose hairs too.” Everyone laughed and Gale let out a dissatisfied hm, taking back the picture with mage hand.

Everyone left the circle and you went over to withers asking him if he was doing alright, he was weird as always. “You're going to approach one of your longest and biggest obstacles.” You scoffed “yea I know, my tadpole is definitely up there.” You laughed and turned from him walking towards a cliff seeing the world that longed for your touch. You watched the waves in the distance, the beach smell hitting you like home, your eyes looking over towards the direction of the grove then off to the goblin camp which was beautiful from afar.

You cracked your knuckles, fingers still covered in coal, it replayed in your mind ‘Beauty…from afar.’ You pulled on your fingers

‘Beauty…divine.’ You bit the inside of your cheek tapping your foot against the dirt

‘Beauty…Beauty haunts me, like a voice in my dreams, like a shadow, like him…him.’ You gasped when a hand landed on your shoulder. “Holy Hells!” You turned and saw Astarion put his hands up “Apologies darling.” He smirked “jumpy aren't you?”

You shrugged it off “No…yes a little…” he only snorted in response “Anyways, what’s up?” You nodded to him and he suddenly looked down, ears dropping.

“Oh, I-“ he cleaned his throat grunting and stood up straight “I would like for you to help me.” You immediately gave him all your attention he already had but now even more was focused on him. “Yes star, anything.”

He chuckled “cute, I just, I want you to draw me.” You blinked a bit before groaning “Astarion, I actually hate drawing.” He put his hands on his hips “I don’t think you do. You have been painting every landscape we’ve seen!” You groaned again “I knowww but still!” Astarion sighed “please, I just-…I haven’t been able to see what I looked like for centuries. I can't even remember what the hells I looked like.” You sucked in a breath, feeling like an asshole. You sighed.

Taking a deep breath “now?”

“Now. Please.” He asked

You nodded “Get on that rock.”

“Where?” He looked around for the rock you pointed at before seeing it. The top was flat like he could lay on it comfortably. He hopped onto it and sat, facing you.” You yawned and grabbed your supplies before grabbing a chair and sitting down in front of him. You wiped your brushes with a clean wet rag

You looked at him “I like to ask, what do you want to look like? Any word you want me to know, to get an idea of?” Astarion blinked before rubbing his hands together “let’s see…beauty, cunning-…Divine.” He looked down back at you watching you already start to draw a sketch with the charcoal, you nodded “Alright Cunningly Divine Beauty.”

Astarion looked down at his shoes “Do you want to be nude?” You asked and it made him snort “Excuse me? Are you trying to catch a glimpse of what you’ve been missing since the tieflings party?” He smirked. You shook your head “Sometimes, people like to be drawn nude, it’s something people love that helps their confidence or acceptance of themselves.”

Astarion soon enough was nude in front of you and you gave him something to cover his lower half. Astarion stayed still as he could, listening and watching the way you would stroke the canvas and the way your eyes looked at his figure then back up to his eyes your eyes filled with..something he’s never seen.

When you were done you approached him and gave him the finished canvas and there was silence, you were terrified. But he just touched the painting “I’m…” he trailed off.

“Beautiful.” That made him look up at you eyes wide from surprise. His ears dropped. You looked down at him then his lips. Astarion stayed still waiting for something. But you turned, clearing your throat. “You should get to your tent, some rest.”

He sighed “You’re right. I’ll keep this though.” He hummed walking away with the canvas “And thank you.” He said loudly enough for you to catch it.

——

You looked at Astarion as he told the whole story. “You always were so precise with that brush and those eyes.” He hummed. You looked at him, slouched over your legs like a drunk, you missed him.

Your daughter returned to the room “I’m ready dad!” Astarion stood up with a grunt “Alright!” He picked her up and left the room and you went after to see him out. “Be careful.” You whispered to him and he smiled “I’ll be fine, sun is down.���

You nodded and watched him till he disappeared into the street, closing the door.

You sat back at the painting, did he remember that one day you had him paint him again? When you fell for him.

——

You looked at Astarion as he approached you. “Hi astarion.” You said

He smiled “Hello darling.” He grabbed your hand “I wanted to see if you’d paint me again?” You caught your laugh that was coming through “Uh- yea why?”

He shrugged and pulled you.

You were sitting next to him as he laid down on his bedroll. He insisted on doing it in the tent. And you already knew that look on his face. His request was maybe normal for someone who hasn’t seen themselves in centuries.

“I want to know what people see when they lie with me, I want you to paint me while I pleasure myself.”

He had to be fucking with you…or maybe he wasn’t. Was this a way to tease you? You were pulled from your thoughts from the soft and oh so sweet mewls that erupted from him. You dig into the piece of charcoal you had and started to sketch, starting with a basic silhouette and taking small peeks at his face, mouth open, eyes closed in bliss and sometimes scrunched from pleasure, soft gasps and hums, fangs getting caught on his bottom lip, hair being put out of place from rubbing against the bedroll.

You were waiting to see how he looked when he hit the climax of it all, you started to scratch in details as you waited for what seemed like hours but suddenly you heard a call, your name shakily whispered as a hand touched your side, sliding it under your shirt and rubbing your back. You took a deep breath and looked down at him his eyes half open a smile on his lips

Oh you longed to kiss him.

He seemed to be tipping over the edge and letting go you snapped the image of his face and started to draw.

He is beautiful. And curse him for making him use a skill you don’t even particularly like.

—-

You waited till he asked, he touched your leg and smiled “Can I see now?” And you nodded showing him the simple but detailed sketch and he seemed lost for a bit, “I’m not even sure what to think about myself anymore.” He looked up at you “What do you think?”

You knew what you were gonna say.

“You looked beautiful. During that moment I felt like I could feel what you were.” That made him giggle “oh my.” He smirked.

——

So, you guys fell for each other got married adopted a kid who lost their family during the rebuilding of Baldurs gate. Little did you know you bit off more than you could chew.

It was small arguments, about jobs and places to live, you thought you’d want to settle with Astarion and you did, but there was still some adventure in you.

So you separated. He warned you he wouldn’t support your little need for adventure when you had responsibilities. And you took care of your daughter but then it felt like you were adjusting too fast everything felt fast and maybe you were stressing from the traumatic experience you went through or something

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So now here you are Standing at the door hand still on the knob…open it.

You opened it and they were still walking oddly slowly, the night was at its best time and it almost made Astarion and your daughter shine, you wanted him back. Needed him. Like a fish needs water. You couldn’t live with the paintings staring at you, paintings wouldn’t bring him back, wouldn’t hold you in bed as you cried. You needed your love back.

You ran up to him and grabbed him, he turned to look at you eyes wide. You spit it out “Astarion!” You yelled and your daughter laughed, not sure what was happening. Astarion stayed silent, confused. You put his hand to your heart, tears down your face “Please, I love you, and I’m sorry I was an idiot for trying to still try to be something I’m not. And I’m nothing, nothing without you.” You saw his ear twitch as they dropped. He looked down at your daughter and she smiled up at him. He looked over at you and smiled before you felt your hand being pulled to his face. “That’s all I’ve wanted to hear.

“I love you too.”

[1007xf]

With the 4th of August just around the corner, I was thinking about a little something The Tapestry does that I really like and that is its portrayal of how it is to be a weird lonely little nerd.

Warning comically huge rant. I wasn't planning for it to be this long. I do not know what possessed me. It's 2:30 in the morning.

In Homestuck proper, the beta kids are also lonely kids who only really have eachother, however Homestuck's setting kind of obscures this fact because Beta Earth, really, truly, feels empty. Unless there is something I'm forgetting (I haven't read actual Homestuck in a while, oops. I should really re-read.) Beta Earth is just normal 2009 Earth. And you can see that if you look at all of the cultural references in it. Earth Beta isn't empty because all of John's shitty movies had to have been produced by someone, because someone had to have been frequenting Bro's weird puppet porn website, because we literally see other human beings talk trough the Internet on Dad's PDA and such (I wonder whatever happened to fedoraFreak haha). Beta Earth isn't objectively empty, of course. Yet it feels like so, because its main cast seems to only superficially exist in it. You could probably assume John, Rose and Dave all went to school (funnily enough I looked it up and April 13th 2009 was a Monday. Damn brats, skipping middle school so they can contribute to the creation of a new Universe.) because that's what kids their age do (Jade doesn't count for obvious reasons). Yet we never really seem to see or hear about all that. These kids only interact with eachother and their guardians (well, the living ones anyway), and so it's hard to see Beta Earth as a planet with a living breathing ~6880 billion humans on it. It's really more of a cardboard cutout of Earth, where the idea of culture and people is there, but none of the moving parts are present.

And so, it really feels like, even though Jade is the only one who is actually secluded, all 4 kids live in isolation, their only window to social interaction being their computers and the Pester Chum client. It feels like John, Rose, Dave and Jade are the only real individuals on Earth, because even their guardians don't feel like much more than placeholders or just vessels for one joke or stereotype. And this makes it seem like the kids are placed in this impossible full yet empty world, which is not something any of us are living in (I hope so!).

Most lonely people aren't alone . You can't say Homestuck's portrayal of loneliness, especially at that young pre-teen to teen age is accurate because it literally feels like the cast is alone (sans Jade bla bla I said this already) and so of course they'd be lonely. In any case, it portrays being lonely (take a shot everytime I write this word. Or don't! It depends on how suicidal you're feeling at this particular moment) all the same, just in a different (and less likely) way.

And with that bigger than I expected speil about Homestuck out of the way, let's get to the actual post. It has been said already the The Tapestry is an amazing MSPFA on so many fronts, but I'll say it again, just because it deserves it. The Tapestry is great, go read it if you haven't.

The main cast of the comic (sadly not counting Sedranovel, Limeweld and Expanaiver. I know they're technically also protagonists but they just.... don't really fit the idea I'm trying to portray here. Sorry!) is also 4 youths who play a God Damn Game. They're aliens too, but they're "like a human but..." type of alien, so their world is not all that different form ours. And a thing you'll notice right away as you start reading the comic is the emphasis that is placed on the worldbuilding, from the grand aspects like the the Solar System on the alien world and its geographical and political structure to the minute aspects like a mecha anime or the educational system of just one of many nations. Right of the bat, unlike Beta Earth, Siltsphere is bustling with life, culture, conflict. It helps that we also get to literally see other setyrs, lots of them in fact. It's nice eye candy, since they're usually part of the huge sweeping landscape scenery porn pages, but it's also a stark reminder of what is at stake. All of the supernatural fuckery afoot now affects not only the protagonists but also a planets entire civilization.

And yet, the main cast seems to gravitate towards eachother only. And unlike in Homestuck, we know that they have acquaintances and that they talk to others. Sosav mentions her neighbors, Handa makes friends with the pagan kids at his school, Deime tries (and fails) to connect with his countrymen. They have a form of social lives, each different, but they exist and they acknowledge the existence of a complex world with lots of real individuals. But they're all best friends with eachother. Oenia mentions that she doesn't really have friends outside of the other 3 and I think this is true for all of them.

Each off the 4 main characters is a bit weird and they're all definitely huge nerds. That is to say, they're all very passionate about their interests. And, sadly, intense passion, especially when directed at something not viewed as necessary to society, can sometimes be very alienating. Because most of the time it's hard to find someone who shares the same spark of love for that thing. I think Handa illustrates this problem the best, what with his... I want to say inferiority complex but that sounds kind of mean haha. He definitely loves history and art, and he is good at them too. Excellent, really. And yet, we hardly see him proud of his achievements. Because he thinks that his talents are a waste of time and energy, because they're not "necessary". Because those passions don't prepare you for a "real job". Because the world goes round thanks to the work of scientists, not artists. This is all really relatable to me personally, to a scarily accurate degree. And this sort of thinking is sisyphean, really. Because you'll reach a high where you think you did good, where you look at your art and say "wow, I've gotten better, this genuinely looks good!", but then the little shitty voice at the back of your mind will remind you that drawing won't help you solve cancer or launch rockets or whatever and therefore you're useless to society. And if this thinking sounds dramatic that's because that's how it is. Sosav literally calls Handa out on this, which shines a light on the fact that, since Handa lives in an almost-utopia society, he really shouldn't have to worry about stuff like that. And he shouldn't, but he does, because this line of thinking doesn't make sense anyway!

I wrote all that just for one of the characters! Imagine if sat down to dissect the others too. I could write 3 different posts just about Deime. But I won't because then I'll probably forget what the point of the post actually is. Yeah, there's a point. Remember the point? Jesus.

The point about being a lonely stupid nerdy kid. Like I said before, being super into something can sort of isolate you from your peers, because it's just hard to connect with those you don't have a lot in common with. But that doesn't mean you won't talk. You'll greet eachother, have meaningless conversations about whatever during recess, maybe you'll even hang out outside of school. But, really, there will never be anything there. Because it just feels like your brains are wired differently. Of course, I feel like the parallel to neurodiversity is starting to become obvious here. I'd say more, but I'm not an expert and while I do suspect that I am neurodivergent myself, I was never and probably will never be diagnosed by a professional, so I can't really say I'm in a position to write about this.

That's how you become lonely without being alone. And it's worse, because you'll see the people (or setyrs, I guess) in front of you and they're your age, and they're just like you, and they're going trough the same life experiences, but there just isn't any spark there. The thread to connect to them just isn't long enough.

That's why you need other weirdo nerds in your life. And thank fuck for the Internet. Because otherwise, where would I be ranting into the void about some fancomic to probably one or two people, or maybe just myself? Hah.

The main characters are all into very different things and they're from pretty different environments, yet they seem to click together anyway. And it's because I think when you're a passionate nerd, seeing someone just like you makes you admire them. And they don't have to be way better or more skilled than you, they could be just at your level, yet you feel enamoured by their passion nonetheless and they feel the same for you and that's friendship! Handa admires Sosav for her physics knowledge and Oenia for her art improvement, Deime, despite his bickering with Handa, definitely recognizes his (comically potent) art skills and Oenia is amazed by Deime's "search engine skills". It's all really cute. I love it when in bigger groups of friends you can tell that everyone is friends with everyone and they all have unique relationships with eachother.

That being said, I believe that, miraculously, I may be reaching the end of my... whatever this is. This thought vomit. This is mainly just me writing down whatever came to mind with only a rough idea of what I wanted to say. Is more or less a clusterfuck but I did manage to say some things I had on the brain. High chance there's grammar or spelling mistakes in here I didn't catch on my proofread, so sorry for that. Good night 👋 and read da damn comic.