#should i put in a free response question at the end? do people usually do those?

[russellsppttemplates]

That’s bullshit if I’ve heard of any (Lando Norris)

Lando finally had enough of seeing you hurt like that

Note: english is not my first language. I've been writing this one for a little bit and today felt like the day to finish it ✨️ this also felt close to home, but good to write it out, too!

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Tw: reader's self-doubt and low self esteem, loneliness, curse words, mentions a bad date with a rude person

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"Are you sure you want me to come over?", you asked your best friend over the phone, refusing to accept that he had no better plans for his Friday night now that he was not racing.

"Is this your way of telling me you don't want to come over? Because that's fine, I'll stay in - are you going somewhere though? Like a date?", Lando said over the phoneline.

"Bold of you to assume I would have plans, and with a date nonetheless", you muttered, "all I'm saying is if you have something better to do, you should go do it!", you explained, not wanting to get into the topic too deeply.

"There's nothing better than spending time with my bestfriend! Do you need me to pick you up or do you feel comfortable driving at this time of night?", he wondered, "I'll be there in 10 then", you chatted off, ending the call.

Looking around your room, you found clothes that were both comfortable and presentable in case, with your usual luck, you were pulled over by the police and had to come out of your car.

Lando finally had some time off before the season began and he wanted to spend it with you. While you were usually able to fly out to most of the European races and even travel the long distance to other race tracks, this season you had more responsibilities to juggle between your internship, your studies and your family.

He arranged the pillows on the sofa and brought out your favourite snacks, getting his place ready while occupying the time until you rang his doorbell, walking up to the door so he could let you inside, "hey!", he greeted, excited to finally have you with him after weeks where you both had been busy.

"Hey", you said, nudging his hip slightly with yours as you went to the shoe cabinet, leaving your shoes there and putting on your slippers you kept at his house.

Following him silently to the living room, you watched him sit down as you took in the comfort his place made you feel.

"You're not okay", Lando stated, "I noticed when we were on the phone".

"So this is a pity visit?", you wondered, "That's why you called me over?", you grumbled, feeling the blush erupt on your cheeks along with a little annoyance.

"I never said that! I, I called you and then noticed you weren't okay! Scoot, scoot, I got a tray full of goodies for us to eat", Lando urged, pushing the blanket to the side so you could get in the warm cocoon he created with the soft fabric along with pillows in various shapes and sizes you had insisted he needed to make the place feel more home-y.

"Are you going to talk about what's on your mind or do you want to watch this new show in silence?", he wondered, pointing the remote at the TV.

"I don't want to talk about it, not now anyway", you grumbled, finding your perfect position as you laid against your bestfriend, his arm going around your shoulders as you snuggled your legs under the blanket.

The new show ended up involving a romantic couple which only heightened your feelings. Lately, it was all you could see. Everyone around you seemed to have something romantic going on and they were happy with it. One of your friends was even convinced that she would be proposed to within the next few months, and you were single. Soon enough after you entered these thoughts, they pulled you to questions like why won't people love me? why am I single? what is it that doesn't attract people to me? and the one that you had yet to find a proper answer to, the list becoming too long for your own good am I unlovable?

"Can we watch something else, please?", you asked after debating for a few minutes wether or not you should interrupt, "I'm sorry, but I'm not enjoying it that much", you mumbled.

"That's okay, Y/N, I'll just put on one of our reruns", he smiled, changing the streaming platform and looking for the square on the screen, "if you want to just lay here, that's fine, too", he encouraged.

"At least I'm not alone with my thoughts", you mumbled again, looking at the ceiling as Lando moved his neck to join you, "I'm not sure what you mean, but I'm here for you anyway", he squeezed your hand that found its way to his own.

"It's just, - I've been reflecting? I don't even know if that's the word, but I've been feeling lonely", you blurted, still unsure if you were voicing all of it.

Lando hummed, urging you to continue, "like, I'm craving to have somebody there for me, someone who I know is in my corner, who I feel totally comfortable with. My brother was telling me all about the stuffed bunny his girlfriend asked him to take care off! I want that with someone", you pouted.

Lando tensed, rearranging his position on the sofa to look at you softly as you kept looking at his white ceiling.

"Maybe I should be less opinionated, less vocal about what I think and feel", you mused.

You'd lose your essence, Lando thought as he heard you rant on and on about the traits you wanted to change about yourself.

"Changing something physical is harder, but maybe I can change that, right? Be a bit quieter with what I say, measure my opinions, say yes and agree with things more", you shrugged, shaking the whole thing off of your body, wanting to rid yourself of the thought, "I can't, I won't be able to do that, they'd notice it straight away", you sighed.

As the night went on, Lando quickly changing the subject, you spoke about anything that came to mind until you looked at your watch, "Fuck, it's so late, I have to go", you stood up quickly, bending to pick your slippers up from the floor when he stopped you, "stay in the guest bedroom for tonight. Sleep here", he tried.

"Is it because I said I was lonely? I was just venting it out, you don't need to worry about me being a loner", you tried your best to assure it.

"No, you muppet. I'm doing it because I don't like the idea of you having to drive all the way back at this time of night", he reasoned, getting up himself and walking with you to the guest bedroom.

"Is this still made from the last time I was here?", you wondered, looking at the sheets.

"I made it before you came here! And I've washed the sheets, thank you very much. You have a fresh bed to sleep on", he smiled charmingly.

"Thanks", you smiled back, grabbing the clothes you usually wore to sleep when you stayed over from the drawer, "those have been washed, too", he pointed, "if you need anything, I'm in my usual spot", he winked, "Good night, Y/N, sleep tight!".

"Thanks for this", you gestured, "Good night, Lando", you said before he saluted you playfully, closing the door behind him.

Using the ensuite for your night routine, you changed into the shorts and Lando's t-shirt, noticing that all of the washes had made it smell less of his cologne and more of the scented fabric softener he uses.

The t-shirt fit snug against your hips, embracing your curvy body as you got under the sheets, letting the weight of them lull you to sleep and slow down your thoughts.

.

Lando was driving to a restaurant he knew well enough. He had had a few dates there before, one team dinner and a few family birthdays too whenever they were in town.

But right now, he was picking you up. From a date that apparently wasn't going well since he got a text from you asking him to pick you up.

"Hey, gorgeous girl", he said once he opened the car window as he parked in front of the restaurant, thankful that it wasn't too busy and no one seemed to notice or care that he was there.

"Thanks for picking me up", you mumbled as you sat down, pulling on your seatbelt and nothing your bestfriend's gaze on you, silently questioning you.

"He was an asshole", you explained, "kept asking me if I was sure of what I was doing, if I knew any Formula One drivers - don't worry, didn't out anything - and then he just kept being rude to me, to the waiter, who was wonderful by the way".

"I didn't mean him. I don't care about him, I care about you", Lando said, driving back to his place, assuming you'd want to have someone close by that wouldn't ask too many questions.

"It was just another one where it didn't go well", you mumbled, letting your head rest on the window and looking out at the lights illuminating the city.

"Do you want to go to my place?", Lando asked, knowing you wouldn't want to be pushed about the subject, "yes, please", you said.

As soon as you got inside his place, you took your shoes off, walking up to the spare bedroom to leave your bag in there, "thank you for picking me up, you're the best, Lando", you smiled as you rested against the door frame.

"No worries, okay? Sleep tight, I have good plans for tomorrow so this will be out of your mind", he smiled a small one.

"Night night, Lando", you said back, closing the door behind you and letting the tears finally fall.

It was horrible. The way he treated other people should have been the first clue and red flag, but somehow it still surprised you how he conducted the whole date. You weren't expecting a prince or a gentleman, but you expected human decency and it turns out you were not afforded that. He kept leaving snarky comments about his exes. He was rude, sexist and definitely not your type, and after splitting the bill, you informed him that someone would come to pick you up.

Could someone be unlovable? Not worthy of love to the point where anyone they attracted to their presence just wasn't a match and they had to be content with the bare minimum?

Splashing some water on your face and wiping it with the towel, you took one good look in the mirror. It looks like it's going to be you for a while, so you might as well get used to it, Y/N.

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When morning rolled around, Lando was the first to wake up, getting ready and heading to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the two of you. He wanted to make something special, because even though you had your tough shell on yesterday, he knew you were feeling it deeply and painfully.

This quest of yours was doing you more harm than good. And it wasn't helping him either. For a few years, Lando figured, he has loved you. At first, it wasn't a clear sentiment. You were best friends, obviously there was a deeper connection. But then it felt so much all the time, there was never a break for the butterflies on his stomach or for the jealous green eyed monster whenever you so much as mentioned anyone else. He wouldn't dare say it, but he's so glad your date last night sucked.

As he prepared your coffee, your footsteps approached, "Good morning", you croaked out. You looked like you hadn't slept well, which Lando figured was a given considering the heard you move a lot during the night.

"Good morning, I made this for you. The balcony had nice sunlight right now, I figured you'd enjoy breakfast there", he attempted, bringing a small smile to your lips as you thanked him for the mug, "I'll bring the rest shortly", he called.

As you looked out to the always busy streets, you took in their quickness and rush. How it was all fleeting and momentary.

Lando placed the tray on the table, arranging it so you both could reach everything.

"I heard you crying last night", he began, his fist clenched at the memory as he sat down.

"I'm fine", you shrugged.

"I don't think you are, and I don't want you to suffer, Y/N", he insisted, unusually bold considering he knew which territory he was stepping into.

"It's not easy to come to terms with the fact that I'm single and that it might look like that for a bit, and who even knows how long that 'bit' might actually be", you chuckled, looking at him expecting his understanding gaze but being face with furrowed brows instead along with a scoff. "What? It's not like I'm being unreasonable, I'm just stating the facts", you squinted.

"That's not how it works, and you know that Y/N", he sternly spoke, straightening his back and facing you completely.

It was your time to laugh and scoff a little, "unless something changes within me, I'm sure this is how I'll find myself in the foreseeable", you shock your head.

"All of those things you want to change about yourself? Or that you say you should change to make you more likeable and lovable? That's dimming your light and your spark", Lando bit back, having had enough of it, "if someone loved you after all of those changes, they wouldn't love you for who you are, they would love a fabricated version of you. You're not unlovable", he smiled at the irony of it all. How after all these years, he still hadn't plucked up the courage to tell you how he felt about you.

"How can you say that when you have everyone falling at your feet? Women see you and they're ready to have anything you'll give them! You don't have to change who you are because someone made you feel like you couldn't be loved because of who you are and what you do!", you bit back, sensing a tone in him that was unusual and certainly not comfortable.

“I just need to know who the fuck told you you don’t deserve to be loved, because I’m about to beat their asses up", Lando called, elbows supported on the chair's arms as he looked at you.

"No one's ever told me, I'm probably the one saying it to myself, the rest of the people just make me feel like I'm unlovable, so if you want to hit me, I would prefer you didn't, I bruise quite easily", you tried to joke, not wanting to let your mind wander to the parallel utopian reality where your bestfriend feels the same way about you.

"Then it's all the people that made you feel unloved", Lando said, "none of them deserved a second of your attention, but I can give them a second of mine just for that".

“That’s a lot of people you’re gonna have to beat up, then, and I’m not sure if I want to bail you out of jail for that. We can't all have full bank accounts like yours", you joked again, watching him as he kept on with the subject.

"Stop joking about this! I'm being serious with you, Y/N! You deserve all of the love in the world - and even that wouldn't be enough!", he got up.

“Please, I think we have both realised and reached the conclusion that maybe I’m just not meant to be loved", you added.

“That’s bullshit if I’ve heard of any! No one’s not meant to be loved. There’s someone out there for you, and I think I’ve made it clear that, if it’s really not anyone else, then that someone’s me”, he stopped in front of you. There it was. Out in the open for everyone to hear. His balcony was covered and closed, something he was grateful about as he confessed his love for you.

"You can't joke about this", it was your turn to mention it, getting up as he took your hand in his.

"I'm not, Y/N, I'm really not", he whispered, resting his forehead in yours.

"Kiss me", you pleaded. He was quick to comply to your request, hand cupping your cheek as he tasted the bitter coffee from your lips and felt you unravel to him in a way he didn't think was possible anymore.

"I have loved you for so long, Lando", you whispered once you pulled away for air, "and I couldn't imagine a world where anyone would love me back, let alone you", you admitted, looking into his beautiful orbs.

"You don't have to make any effort to imagine it anymore, baby. I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere. You're so loved and I'll be damned if I don't show you how much everyday of our lives", he smiled, kissing your lips again as your hands travelled to his messy curls.

[miffyscreams]

**not cutesy sad girl blogging, feel free to scroll on if ur not interested !!

i know there are a lot of people on here who are in their young/mid teens and might be seeking help for the first time (or doing so soon) so i just wanted to put this out there- misdiagnosis is possible and extremely, extremely common. this is specifically tailored to bpd because i know most of us here have it

i completely understand wanting a diagnosis to understand why you do the things you do and feel the way that you do and that is 100% completely fine. but please, please be careful that you don’t become so desperate for answers that you end up accepting an inaccurate or unethical label. if you’re under 18 and early in therapy (less than a year) or not in inpatient care and receive a formal bpd diagnosis, please be careful. it’s often not a misdiagnosis and is likely to be correct but it goes against ethical standards and is a massive red flag of your provider. minors can have bpd (and do!! it starts developing super young) but the diagnostic process is very different to when you’re an adult and should only be made in an emergency or after long term observation. this doesn’t mean you don’t have bpd, it just means that your psych has not gone through the proper process and that can have implications for the rest of your care. being medically recognised is a completely different story and not a bad thing. but when your personality is technically still developing, your provider needs to be 100% sure without a doubt that it is disordered and not caused by anything else before putting a formal diagnosis on your file. not doing that is unethical even if the diagnosis is correct. the amount of teenage girls who have been misdiagnosed with bpd and ended up actually having autism, adhd or cptsd that goes untreated until their 30s is astounding. you probably do have bpd but you should not get a bpd diagnosis put on your record at fifteen years old after seeing your psychologist for three sessions.

in that same vein, if you receive a diagnosis (of any disorder, at any age) and it doesn’t feel right, PLEASE CHALLENGE IT. please seek a second opinion if you have concerns. being treated for the wrong diagnosis can make your condition worse. being viewed with the stigma of a disorder that you don’t have can make your condition worse. up until this year i spent seven years of my life receiving misdiagnosis after misdiagnosis. trust me when i say you’re better off getting no diagnosis at all than getting the wrong one. this is especially true if you think you have bpd but end up getting a bipolar diagnosis- most medications have an inverse effect on us and being prescribed a cocktail of atypicals because they think you’re just not responding to the meds will fuck you up.

there’s a lot of fearmongering online, especially on tiktok, about getting a formal bpd diagnosis so i also just wanted to clear up that no, you will not be rejected entry from countries, you will not be rejected for loans or home ownership and you will not be rejected from career opportunities. the only people who have access to your medical records without a subpoena are your doctors. you are not legally obligated to tell anybody and nobody outside of your care team is allowed to access or request your info outside of a court setting. being diagnosed does not ruin your life as long as you have good medical professionals around you.

if you want to seek help, PLEASE DO. but please advocate for yourself whenever necessary. you deserve help and you deserve a team who listens to your concerns and diagnoses you responsibly. most professionals will leave a diagnosis off your record if you request it (usually unless it’s schizophrenia or bipolar, literally only because it’s important for everybody providing you any form of treatment in any context to know). good psychs will allow you to question a diagnosis and a lot will let you reject it or ask for extra consideration.

[ptn-imagines]

I don’t know why but I have been thinking about Shalom and Rahu x fem!paradesis (or however you spell it) reader. Like they’re paired up for missions and stuff 😭😭😭

Here you go, anon! I figure that any Paradeisian that dates Rahu and Shalom is either already doubting Paradeisos or can be radicalized quickly. Also, these headcanons are mostly canon-compliant, but assume two divergences: 1) Rahu has been Shalom's bodyguard for longer than in canon, and 2) Paradeisos suspects something is fucky with Shalom. I spent a lot of time focusing on the pre-relationship, so if you want more, feel free to ask for a continuation!

This is 2.2k words, by the way. So I'm putting it under a cut to respect people's dashes.

Shalom and Rahu x Fem Paradeisos!Reader

When you first get paired with them for missions, they’re both… distant. On their guard.

Shalom is so polite and pleasant with you, it’s eerie. Rahu simply deigns not to talk to you unless you do so first, and when she does speak with you, her responses are short and sharp.

You’re used to the politics of Paradeisos leaving little room for niceties and frivolity, but these two feel like it’s something else. You can’t help but feel that you’re missing something you should really be aware of, but when you look around you, no one else seems to be bothered by it. Not even Shalom’s Schorl. Maybe it’s all in your head?

(You know that it isn’t, but what can you do about it?)

Honestly, you have no idea why your superiors keep assigning you with these two. Doesn’t Shalom have the entire HUSH system at her disposal, not just Rahu? And that’s without even mentioning the incredible power of her Schorl. All of it reeks of Paradeisian politics and you can’t help but feel like you’re just a pawn in a very intense game of chess with countless dimensions. Well, everyone is, but usually you can ignore the fact and get on with your duties. Not this time.

When your superiors have you report in secret at the end of the first month, you’re sure of it. They ask you all sorts of questions, but all of them relate to one topic – Shalom’s loyalty. It was in question? You’re baffled. You’re not privy to the details of her situation, it’s far above your station, but Shalom still never seemed like the type of person who’d betray Paradeisos. Rahu, maybe… but your superiors seemed to care as little for the Hush’s bodyguard as one would care for a slug beneath their boot.

Still, what can you do but answer honestly? You’ve not seen anything strange from either of them that would call their loyalty into question. You have no idea if this is the answer Paradeisos wanted to hear; the official you are speaking to has a completely unreadable expression, as always. He simply takes a few more notes and dismisses you, thanking you for your cooperation.

This continues, and you have to report on Shalom and Rahu’s activities every month. You get the feeling that the pair know why you’re truly here, and that’s why they’re so cautious of you. You don’t really blame them, as while you don’t have any evidence, you’re pretty sure that they must have something to hide. Paradeisos won’t care about mere speculation, though; it’s a blessing in some ways, since the unease you’ve been feeling about this whole situation has only grown stronger.

Paradeisos has really fucked up somehow; it’s the only impression you get of the whole thing. Much as it makes you feel like you’re walking directly into the lion’s den, you quickly come to the conclusion that you’ll never know peace unless you figure out just what is going on behind the scenes.

It’s impossible to catch Shalom without her Schorl, and you don’t want it reporting on your actions to Paradeisos. You’re not as valuable to them as the Hush, you’re expendable; if they so much as suspected your betrayal as they did with her, you’d be executed immediately. That left you with only one choice; speaking to Rahu. It was not a thrilling prospect.

Rahu didn’t like being in your company at the best of times, so interrupting her during a moment of repose did no favors for her mood. Her dark eyes glowered at you, lips twisted into a frown, almost a snarl. Still, it wouldn’t help her temper any more if you just left without saying anything, so you steeled your resolve and forged ahead.

“Rahu, sorry to interrupt you like this. I just want to ask you a few questions,” you began, and it wasn’t exactly Paradeisian to want to wither under somebody’s gaze, but the bodyguard looked for all the world like she was imagining one hundred different ways to kill you here and now. “It’s about you and Shalom… At the end of each of these past few months, Paradeisos has been asking me strange questions, ones that seem to call Shalom’s loyalty into question, and I wanted to know–”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence before Rahu lunged for you; you could hold your own in combat, but you were no match for a powerful Sinner like Rahu. The struggle could barely be called that, and within moments you were pinned helplessly on the ground, Rahu’s blade a hair’s breadth from your neck, bloody fury making her silver eyes seem to glow. Even as it marked your imminent demise, they were as breathtaking as they were terrifying.

“I knew you were a Paradeisian mole,” she growled, her hot breath tickling your face. “Shalom said the best thing to do was keep acting normal, but if you’re getting this nosy, no need to keep you around any longer.”

Her blade pressed into your skin, droplets of blood welling to the surface. You weren’t going to survive this – she wouldn’t listen to anything you had to say – but you resolved to keep your eyes open and at least face your demise with some degree of dignity.

However, that final blow never came. Instead, you heard the door swinging open, and Shalom’s voice sighed. “Did you two get into a fight? Rahu, let her up. I’m sure whatever you were arguing about isn’t worth killing her over.”

Rahu gave you a venomous look, but obeyed her lady’s orders, standing up and withdrawing. You were left on the floor, reeling in shock, unable to process what had just happened and instinctively taking Shalom’s offered hand. It was softer than you thought.

“Please forgive Rahu for her outburst,” Shalom said to you with a smile that almost felt sincere. “She’s been restless lately. I should have paid better attention to her. I’ll talk with her to make sure this doesn’t happen again. May I treat your wound?”

You’re honestly too shocked to do anything but accept her offer, and she guides you to sit down. Her hands are surgeon-steady as she dabs disinfectant into your wound – a shallow cut, really, it didn’t call for this almost-clinical care – and she’s surprisingly tender about it. Your heart flutters even as you press your lips together to silence a hiss of pain.

That month, the stern-faced official who receives your reports asks you a new question. “Schorl reported that you were attacked by the Hush’s bodyguard. Could you report the incident in more detail? We will eliminate the rogue element if it will prove a threat to your work.”

Your work, more like a threat to Paradeisos. You paused, careful to make it look like you were taking a moment to recall the incident. Without a doubt, this was a test from Shalom. Apparently, she had seen something that she was willing to trust in you, despite everything; she had to have known that what provoked Rahu to almost kill you wasn’t just a simple disagreement. Yet, the fact that she dared to issue this test in the first place… Surely she knew that you had the power to have her most trustworthy ally killed, right here, right now. Knowing her reputation, that meant only one thing: she was sure you’d cover for her and Rahu.

She was right. You spun a story about how you’d accidentally provoked a spike in Rahu’s Mania, which, in a Sinner as volatile and powerful as her, had quickly led to violence. You were pretty sure this would get Shalom scolded for not disciplining her dog better (you were certain that’s how Paradeisos viewed Rahu), but that was a mere slap on the wrist compared to the alternative.

When you next returned to Erica Villa, Rahu was waiting for you. You half-expected her to finish the job from last time, seeing as her gaze upon you was still distrustful. At least it wasn’t downright venomous anymore. Instead, she just grabbed you by the arm – firmly, but not roughly – and muttered “we need to talk” before dragging you into a room and locking it behind her.

Inside this locked room, Rahu admits that Shalom’s loyalty is to nobody but herself, and Rahu will faithfully serve her lady alone until her dying breath. She doesn’t know the details, but Shalom’s plan would ultimately undermine both the Underground and Paradeisos. The first thing was undoubtedly a good thing, and you were starting to suspect the second might not be so bad. Apparently, since you hadn’t reported the true nature of Rahu’s attack to your superiors, you were seen as a possible ally, trustworthy enough to be privy to Shalom’s designs – “but if you become a liability, I’ll kill you where you stand,” Rahu added.

You had no intentions of betraying these two, of course, so you accepted the offer so graciously posed to you. Rahu still didn’t look like she was entirely happy with the arrangement, but she was willing to yield to Shalom’s judgment. So it was that you began aiding the two properly; Shalom would give orders to Rahu through their special connection, who would then pass them on to you. Paradeisos didn’t cease their monitoring of the pair, but didn’t seem to be aware that you were no longer serving their interests, which worked out well.

This new arrangement gave you a chance to be closer to Rahu and Shalom, too, and it caused you to notice things you’d never paid attention to before. Rahu was a gruff, scarred soldier, but there was a certain melancholy in her eyes that caused tides of sorrow to swell within your own heart. She protected Shalom, and to an extent, you, so faithfully, but sometimes you couldn’t help but feel as if she was the one who needed a guardian… and every now and again, it seemed as though Shalom filled that role for her, bringing her a much-needed comfort.

Shalom, on the other hand… You started to notice she was not as machine-like as she first appeared. How much of her typical pleasantry was a farce, you didn’t know; that was par for the course with Paradeisians. But what she couldn’t fake was the warm glow in her eyes when her gaze lingered on Rahu, or the way her touches lasted a moment longer than they needed to when she tended to the bodyguard’s cuts and scrapes (and occasionally more serious wounds). Schorl didn’t notice it, perhaps couldn’t notice it, but you did. It almost looked like… love? But that was impossible, wasn’t it? If Rahu and Shalom were in a secret relationship, surely you’d know by now. Surely that was something you could be trusted with? You had to admit, it sounded kind of cute, even if it made your heart twist in an uncomfortable way.

Well, you guessed it wasn’t really any of your business. You tried to put it out of mind…

“Huh?” You were sure you’d misheard Rahu. “You… want me to join your relationship?”

Rahu rolled her eyes, but the effect was largely lost due to the pink flush that ran from her cheeks to her ears. “If you don’t want to, just say so, and we’ll forget this conversation ever happened.”

Of course, you very much did want to join their relationship, and you accepted with a giddy glee that Paradeisos would surely disapprove of. Good thing they’d never know.

Dating Shalom and Rahu was… interesting. Dating Rahu was definitely the easier part, as far as the traditional image of a relationship went – without Schorl’s 24/7 monitoring, you two were able to steal plenty of private moments in locked rooms. Rahu wasn’t much of a talker, so your relationship with her is full of passionate physicality. She kisses you like she’s drowning and you’re her only source of oxygen, and you often have to remind her not to leave marks in places that are hard to hide. You suspect she’s compensating for not being able to touch her other girlfriend, and the marks you do permit her to leave tend to last for days, both silent declarations of devotion and territorial claims to spite Paradeisos, even if they would never know.

Schorl made dating Shalom a whole lot harder than you would’ve liked. You can’t say pretty words of adoration or cuddle and kiss each other without landing you both in scalding water that may very well end with you all three of you killed. So, you have to compensate with more subtle acts of love, such as waking up early to make breakfast in bed for the other instead of one of the maids, or finding excuses to pretty much stay glued to one another for “protection” during missions. It’s not easy, but now that you know how Shalom expresses her love, you are never left in doubt of her feelings.

Despite how difficult the relationship can be at times, you’d never consider breaking up with Shalom and Rahu. You’re overwhelmingly happy, and you hope every day that Shalom’s labor will soon bear its fruits, and you’ll all be free from your yokes – or at the very least, that Paradeisos won’t bring you all crashing back down to earth.

[nevieatiny]

Loveleaf Town

Seonghwa x reader

Summary: You thought playing animal crossing with your boyfriend would be a cute experience, however you forgot that is Park SeongHwa who we're talking about, a maniac who will never let you hear the end of it after finding out about your little secret

Word count: 1,148

Genre: Pure fluff

author's note: Hi, for those who are not that familiar with animal crossing, a treasure island is a completely flat island that is filled with dropped items that you can take for free, you can only access this type of islands if you have a nintendo online subscription so some people consider this "cheating"

btw, if you play animal crossing let's be friends and visit each others island <3

Mi nintendo friend code is: SW-6709-7599-7760

and the dream address of my island is : DA-3239-5826-9743

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"why would you put a tree in there" he watched the screen while eating a bag of pop corn and putting his long legs on top of you

"park seonghwa i swear to god, if you keep questioning my design decisions i'll break up with you" at this point he just stared at you while furrowing his brows "you cannot take constructive criticism for sure" this time you pinched the skin of his leg between your fingers, only getting a high pitched yelp in response "i don't go to your ugly island to tell you what to do" "hey, what do you mean ugly?!"

and that's how your live has been lately after finally buying your own nintendo switch, yeah maybe he insisted a little, but after playing animal crossing on your boyfriend's console for a while you got exited to have your own island (and maybe making him cry on mario kart) but Park Seonghwa took this game way too seriously, his island had a perfectly symmetrical street, post lamps perfectly placed, he even had a mini mart and all the colors of the island combined perfectly, on the other hand your island was not as planned as his, some streets ended in weird ways, all the houses were decorated with different colors because for you it had to match with the villagers personality, there were flowers of different colors everywhere and blank spaces due to your lack of planning skills, but you were happy with your little island.

Now, on the other side "i'm just trying to help you, just look, that space is empty, you could make a little pound in there" "it's going to be an arcade" you couldn't see his face because if you did you will smack him for sure this time, but you could imagine due to the groan he let out "y/n, it's like a 4x4 space, how are you gonna fit an arcade in there?" "i'll figure out"

you managed to make him quiet for a few minutes after asking him to bring you a bowl of pop corn as well, he silently watched you re-decorate your room for a while, that's something he usually did, just watched you play as if it was the most fascinating thing on the world, you thought it was cute, after you purchased the game he insisted on connecting it to the tv so he could watch you play for the first time, and ever since that moment he would just seat with you on the couch to play, sometimes he would bring his own console to visit each other's islands or just to play together, you both agreed to just play animal crossing to be on good terms after you almost ripped each others heads playing overcooked the first time, if you thought that Gordon Ramsay was bad, you should meet chef Park Seonghwa.

"wait a minute" oh no, here it comes " that's a seasonal item, how do you have that?" you knew this moment would come sooner o later, maybe you should've tried to be a little bit more modest with your decorations "... are you cheating?" you dropped the controller on the couch while trying to reach his hand "i can explain" he just moved the bowl out of his way, moving his hand away from yours "no, save it, i can't even look at you right now" and after that he stood up, his head hanging low while heading to the bed room "seonghwa wait " you grabbed his arm, forcing him to face you, but he just avoided your gaze, you love this man but sometimes he took situations to a whole new level of drama "no, you're disgusting, i don't want to see you". this time he covered his face with his free hand fake crying "ok, that was too much" "was it?, im sorry love" immediately after that he gave you a soft kiss while grabbing your free hand "but you're still a cheater tho" you rolled your eyes after hearing that, letting your head hang backwards as a child would do while being scolded "hey don't roll your eyes at me" carefully he grabbed your chin to face him "it's just that i don't want to wait for the store items to change every day, i wanted to have cute things" "yes love, but that's part of the game, building your island little by little" this man and his stupid rules " that's boring tho" "don't ever say that again or I will break up with you"

After convincing him of how treasure islands were just a complement of your hard work (and agreeing to wash the dishes after dinner) he asked you on a "date" on his island, grabbing his own console he sat beside you again all giggly and happy "wait, you're not gonna wear that to our date right?" Park seonghwa you're lucky you're handsome and great in bed "what's wrong with my outfit?" you asked, looking at him directly and tilting your head to the side "it's just... y/n you're wearing socks with slippers and a pink safety glasses" yeah maybe it wasn't the most flattering but in your defense you were wearing comfortable clothes to be on your island "please go and change before coming to my island" "ahhh, ok, but i though you would love me no matter how i look" after he picked an outfit for you himself and making a few remarks of how cute your clothes was because it was all "stolen" from a treasure island, you returned to the airport to finally visit him.

He first gave you a tour (again) of his island, showing you the new outside cinema he builded after the last time you payed him a visit, he constantly had to ask you to follow him to show you around because you kept running away, once he got you to sit at the cafe he so well decorated he started to pretend to be a barista to make you a drink, this man was just a little girl playing with barbies a this point "i have a gift for you" you said while dropping an item to the floor " thanks love, i love this flowers, specially because i saw you taking it from my garden" even after that he changed to equip the flower and put it in his hair "ok, this is the real gift" your rolled your eyes, dropping the construction set, when you saw it you immediately thought of your boyfriend "it's not a Lego set, but it kinda looks like one" he seemed genuinely happy with his little gift "awww, thanks love, I feel like when thieves steal jewelry for their girlfriends" "Give it back" he just laughed, kissing the top or your head "actually, i want to build a Lego room so... how do treasure islands work?"

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UPTADE

Hi! thank you for all the love and support, currently i'm working on the next chapter of "Chasing shadows in water" but i've been having ideas here and there for short scenarios like this one in the meantime, believe it or not this man is not my main bias hahahahah

But anyways thank you for all the love you gave to "Mrs. Park?" and i'll continue to write to give you something to read and entertain yourself as i do while reading the work of other authors on this platform.

[pinkanonwrites]

Imagine if Malleus was turned into a gliding lizard, he'd be so tiny!!

I did end up going with a lizard for Malleus's transformation rather than a dragon, I hope you all enjoy it! I think it suits him well.

GN! Reader, They/Them pronouns, Comfort

+2,100 words

“ I think they just have trouble believing that you can see things from their perspective, that’s all.”

Malleus couldn’t help but cock his head at your statement. “Their perspective?”

“Yeah. They all see you as this all-powerful super mage, you know?” You shrugged in response. “When you think someone is that far above you, it’s hard to picture them actually experiencing the world the way you do. That you actually see things…” You made a vague flattening motion with your hands. “At their level.”

“At their level…” He hummed, hand resting on his chin and thoughts appearing to be a thousand miles away. “Your insight has been greatly helpful tonight, Child of Man. I hope I have not troubled you with these questions.”

“Not at all! If you ever need a hand, just let me know. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

Malleus chuckled. “That we certainly are.”

When Malleus had asked you about his inability to connect with most of your fellow classmates on his regular night visit to Ramshackle, you weren’t sure if there was any advice you could give that would actually help him out. Regardless of your direction of his appearance and mannerisms, people would think what they wished about the future King of Fae, and the last thing you wanted was for Malleus to try changing anything about himself. But maybe if you could get him to understand that it isn’t necessarily his fault, it would help ease a bit of the burden.

You can’t say you expected it to end like this though, with Lilia depositing a small, greyish-brown lizard into your hand after instructing you to open your palm to him. First thing in the morning and everything.

“You take good care of him now!” He chirped, and if you hadn’t reached out with your free hand to death-grip his blazer sleeve you’re certain he would have pivoted on his heel and left it at that. But ohhhhh, not today. You weren’t letting another bonkers boy slip right out from your grasp without explaining just what the hell he was going on about.

“What the hell are you going on about?”

“Oh? This was your idea, wasn’t it? For Malleus to get to see things…” He perfectly copied the hand motion you’d made to Malleus the night prior. “On your level.”

“That doesn’t explain the lizard! And were you spying on us?”

“Honey, I’m always keeping one eye on what our dear little prince is up to. That’s my job!” He gave you a playful boop on the nose with the tip of one manicured finger. “And the ‘lizard’ is gonna be your scout for the day! After a day in the life of our beloved Prefect I’m sure he’ll have all sorts of fun commoner stories to tell Malleus about when I come to pick him up.”

“So I’m just… carrying around a lizard all day? For Malleus?”

“That’s the spirit! Why don’t you show our little scaly sweetie here all the cool stuff you get up to then? I’ll be back at sunset to collect him. Have fun you two!” He reached over to the lizard in your palm and gave it a mimicking boop. “And don’t cause any trouble! Any more than usual, at least.”

And with a whirl of sparkles and a flash of a glinting fang, Lilia was gone. You looked down at the lizard in your palm, staring up at you with little, googling eyes.

"I guess… you're coming with me today?"

In response (you think?) the lizard gave you a slow blink and a little flick of his tongue.

"Alright. Not like my day could get any weirder anyway. Should I put you in my pocket, maybe? Or you could-WOAH!"

Instead of letting you decide, the little lizard took a flying leap from your outstretched palm, landing square in the center of your chest and scrabbling wildly against the fabric as it struggled to find a grip. You quickly cupped a hand under the little creature and let it clamber upward until it had found a comfortable resting place on your right shoulder.

"Jeez! A little warning next time? What if I dropped you?" A little webbed foot papped against the lower side of your cheek and you sighed, reaching up to give your new tag-along a pat on the head with your index finger. "Alright, alright, I forgive you. Just be a little more careful, okay little buddy?"

Before you could even finish bonding with your new scaly friend, the door to Ramshackle house blew open behind you. Bursting from the doorway was a whirlwind of ashy gray fur, blue flames, and shrieked, panicked placations.

"I DIDN'T DO IT!" Grim yowled as he veered a hard left and disappeared behind the house. From within you could hear your spectral roommates shouting for your attention, twinkling bursts of magic going off in the distance. If you had to guess, Grim had probably set the living room curtains on fire… Again.

"WATER MAGIC, YOU GUYS! NOT WIND MAGIC!" You hollered as you rushed back into the house. Looks like you were going to be late for morning classes again.

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Seven class periods, one free study, an incredibly hectic lunch time, and several after-school assignments from the Headmaster later, and you were barely hanging on by the skin of your teeth. Malleus sure picked a doozy of a day to send a little lizard to keep an eye on you, because it felt like just about everything that could have gone wrong did.

You spent all of your Flying class miserably landlocked, as usual, running drills and doing jumping jacks until Coach Vargas had deemed your amount of exercise “suitable.” 

Then during your History of Magics study period you were stuck looking up what ended up to be first-grade level history on the Shaftlands, missing your chance to get any of your actual essay done in-class.

In Potionology you added powdered mint leaves instead of dried, and the resulting mishap quite literally blew up in your face. Fortunately you had been fast enough to block your lizard friend from the blast with the palm of your hand, but you had to stand there soot-stained and miserable throughout the remainder of Professor Crewel’s lecture anyway.

You nearly got trampled by the lunch rush, and if it weren’t for Jack’s quick thinking you’d probably be a pavement pancake right now.

Then, as if you hadn’t had enough to do in your regular school day, Crowley had you visit every single Phys. Ed club and take their photos for the school newspaper. Does he even know how hard it is to wrangle a bunch of mean, sweaty teenagers into letting their pictures be taken? He must have, because that would explain why he made you do it.

Finally back to Ramshackle Dorm, the sun was already setting when you slumped up the steps and collapsed face first into your mattress. Homework could wait. Right now you just needed a chance to breathe.

Vaguely, you felt a small, scaly figure wriggle itself underneath your palm and lift it up. You shifted your head to the side just enough to see the lizard propping up your palm like a makeshift tent, tongue sticking out as he stared you down with big, glossy eyes. You bit back a chuckle.

“Hey, buddy. Good hustle today. Didn’t fall off my shoulder even once.”

It scampered forward, floppy-limbed and frantic, until he stopped right in front of your face. A little, suction-cupped hand papped on the side of your cheek, a tiny show of solidarity in the face of your unending workload. It almost brought you to tears.

“Thanks, bud.”

You rolled onto your side, cupping him carefully again under one palm to keep him steady.

“You wanna know the worst part of today? Worse than running laps or failing history or almost getting trampled?”

He cocked his tiny head in your direction.

“The worst part is now you’ve gotta go home, and you’re gonna tell Malleus all about what a colossal fuck-up I am.”

The little hand papped against your face again, a few times, each with increasing urgency.

“It’s true! What one thing did I get right today? I’ve been tripping over myself just to keep from self-destructing since I got here. Everything you have here, it’s so… So different! And everyone seems to have no problem with it except for me. I’m just… “

You sighed, tracing a finger up and down the lizard’s soft, scaly back.

“I’m just tired, bud. I wish it was as easy for me as it was for everyone else.”

You trailed off again, one final thought budging to be let free. 

“I wish Malleus was here.”

POOF!

You wheezed, vision suddenly obscured by a thick, purple-black smoke. Despite its sudden, engulfing power, it almost made you feel strangely at ease. It smelled like the forest right after a heavy rain, the slight charge of a thunderstorm that’s only just passed. And as the smoke coiled and curled off over the edges of your mattress to seep onto the floor, the vision of Malleus Draconia appeared before you. He was draped across the bed in a position similar to yours, mirroring your pose with a look of incredible melancholy on his face.

“Oh, my Child of Man…”

“Malle-!?”

Before you could even begin to question him Malleus was sweeping you into a hug, burying your face in the fabric of his uniform. One of his hands held your lower back, the other cradled the back of your head so gently, oh so gently. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been hugged like this.

“The world has been incredibly cruel to you today, hasn’t it?”

Fuck. Fuck. You’d gotten so good at holding it in, at taking a deep breath and saying everything was going to be okay. But in less than a dozen words Malleus had obliterated every wall you’d so carefully constructed since arriving in Twisted Wonderland to keep from having a complete emotional meltdown. Well, there was no use trying to hold it in anymore, not with the way you were bawling into Malleus’s tailcoat, heaving like you were sure you were never going to breathe again.

But Malleus didn’t shush you, didn’t say that everything was going to be okay. He just held you tight, let you pour your emotions out into his expensive shirt, rubbed your back as your sobs became whimpers and finally soft, steady breathing once more. When you could finally pull yourself together enough to throw a sentence together, that’s when you pulled your face out of Malleus’s chest.

“How did…” You rasped. “How’d you get here? Did little buddy tell you? Are you like, psychically linked or something?”

“Ah. No, not quite. My apologies for the deception.” Malleus Draconia, looking sheepish? You never thought you’d see it. “I wanted to see what your days were like in a manner as unobtrusive as possible, so Lilia supplied the idea of a minor appearance transmutation so I could accompany you.”

“Oh. So you… Were little buddy?”

“Yes.”

“Ah. That’s… That’s kinda embarrassing.”

“How so?” You honestly should have seen it sooner, with the way Malleus looked at you with those curious, glossy-green eyes.

“I carried you around all day! I like… pet you, and stuff. You watched me almost blow myself up.”

Were your eyes deceiving you again, or was Malleus actually… Pouting? “My apologies. I never intended to make you feel this uncomfortable.”

“No! No, uh. I mean… It’s fine, really. It was nice, actually, having someone besides Grim keep me company all day. I’m glad it was you.”

He smiled, soft and warm and incredibly fond. The hand still cradling your lower back was rubbing  in slow, soothing circles, nearly enough to make you doze off. “I am glad as well. I’ve always known you to be fascinating, but I never could have considered just how much weight is upon you to succeed.” He cupped your cheek, thumb running back and forth over your cheek bone. “You, my Child of Man, are unfathomably strong. Never once have I considered you to be, in your words, a “fuck-up”.”

Your breath hitched again, and you thumped a palm against Malleus’s chest. “You’re gonna make me start crying again.”

“Then I shall cease my praises. For this evening, at least.” 

Eyelids fluttering, you let yourself curl closer into him, just the slightest bit.

“Thank you, Mal. For… For just everything.”

You knew that you wouldn’t be able to lie like this forever. Tomorrow you’d have to get up and stop Grim from burning the house down once again. Tomorrow you’d have to run laps and avoid getting trampled in the cafeteria and have to justify all the homework you weren’t able to get done tonight. But that was all for tomorrow. Tonight was just you, and Malleus, and what you thought was the ghost of a kiss on the center of your forehead as you drifted from the land of the waking into a, for once, peaceful slumber.

“Sleep well, my Child of Man... My love.”

[skyeslittlecorner]

Guys, we're doing it!

Do you remember this survey? I didn't expect such a great response. If that many of you really want to participate, I guess I'll have to do more than one batch of the draw to choose as much of your MC's as I can.

More info under the cut!

Time for some rules, so we won't get lost

The concept is simple. You give me your precious OCs/MCs, I adopt them for a while, write fanfic (related to WHB, of course) and hand them over to your loving hands.

For now, I plan to choose 3-5 people to write for. This may change if more people apply. If one applies, I will write for one. If 96 apply, I will choose more. We'll figure it out.

You can apply in two ways. One is to reblog this post and describe everything in reply, the second is to create your own post with the hashtag #whbmcshuffle Preferably both at once. I don't want to accidentally lose any application. I also recommend following this tag for the time being because I will post further information under it.

The people I will write for will be drawn randomly. I want it to be fair, and I guess this is the only way I won't be biased when I see mutuals I like or Andrea my favorite demons.

You can apply for one week. Since we may all be in different time zones, submissions will close when this survey ends.

Feed me information. Since I want to write something good, I would like to ask you for some information. Here's the list:

Name and pronouns: Quite obvious. Short bio: Who are they? Any difficult past or traumas? What were they doing on earth? Did they get to hell like in canon? How do they feel in hell? Where they live? Character: What are their main character traits? How do they usually behave? How do they behave in crisis situations? Voice: (Not mandatory, although, very helpful.) What would the narrative look like? More calm or energetic? Confident or not at all? Funny or serious? Calm or nervous? Laid back or distrustful? You can even paste here a song or a link to some story that you think reflect your oc's voice well. Important facts: Free space, you can put whatever you want here and whatever you think is important. Demons to include in the fic: (from 1 to 3) Brief description of relationship with chosen demons: I guess that's obvious. The tone in which it should be written: (i.e. spicy, angst, fluff, funny or other) Narrative type: Second person (addressing as 'you') or third person (addressing with selected pronouns) The script you would like to see: (Not mandatory, although, very helpful) For example, a date on Earth, cooking together, whatever you come up with.

I know it's a lot to ask. This is a minimal list, but the more information you give me, the better I will be able to empathize with your MCs and hopefully imitate their character. If you have already written about them, for example in your other posts, feel free to include links, so I can take a better look at them. Of course, you can add photos, or a song, or memes, anything you want!

I didn't mention the length of the fic, but it depends on how I will feel writing it. But I'll want it to be at least 800 words.

Most important. Have fun! It's mainly about getting to know each other's OCs/MCs. Who knows, if there's a lot of interest, maybe we'll do more draws. 👀

I tried to include everything, but if you have any questions, feel free to ask!

[pitifulbaby]

kiss-a-thon

summary: a mixtape and some kisses can fix anyone's day.

pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

warnings: you might need to see a dentist after with all this tooth rotting fluff.

a/n: okay so the wonderful @thefreak0fhawkinshigh​ made this post and I just had to write it with their permission first of course. but i hope you enjoy it! also bc i said so the upside down and all that doesn’t exist. 2.1k words

THE MIXTAPE ignore how some of the songs came out after 86′

You never thought that the last few months of your senior year would be like this, sure you knew it would be haywire- but not like this. Most days were fine, from waking up early to finals and tests throughout the school day to rushing out of school to your part time job at the local grocery store, getting home to scramble and do homework before passing out- though now that you think it doesn’t sound fine. It sounds hectic. How you manage to take time to breathe between any of it is beyond you. When you can, you also help your boyfriend Eddie study, he deserves to graduate this year- and he wants to, but whereas your life in a sense is nonstop, his brain is the same way. It’s obvious he has a hard time concentrating on things he doesn’t enjoy which is understandable, but with your patience and his will- Eddie Munson was graduating in 86’. 

The day was long, but luckily you were free from work for the day. Though you knew you had a break, it still was obvious that you were in need of a rest. It wasn’t that you were tired- perse, you were just worn down and in need of sitting and doing something you enjoyed. Eddie had noticed your sluggish attitude, you two shared a few classes, but what sealed the deal was you not sitting with him and the hellfire club at lunch, opting for sitting in the library to finish up some things, wanting some quiet instead of a highschool lunchroom. Time got away from Eddie- he was planning on cutting his lunch short to go sit with you in the library, wanting to give you some time alone before he would venture off to you. But the boys had questions, one after another and soon enough the bell rang, showcasing the end of the lunch period. 

Seemingly the rest of the day seemed to go by fast, and Eddie had a plan. He typically brought you to and fro from school- truthfully, Eddie tried to drive you anywhere and everywhere you needed to go. It wasn’t even that you couldn’t drive, no, you had your licenses and a car. But Eddie had to drive you around, he enjoyed even the short time with you in the car. He was gonna take every chance to be with you, even if it was a five minute car ride. 

With one final bell ring, the school day ended. Even better it was a Friday, the weekend finally in sight and in grasp. Standing at your locker you put away the books you didn’t need and took the ones you did need, before you could grab the last book you felt a hand on your lower back- letting out a soft gasp as you turn your head.

“Hey, it’s me-” Eddie’s hand runs up your back and rests at the back of your neck, smiling at you. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you.” Which it was odd to him, it wasn’t hard to hear Eddie when he was walking. With his chains and big boots, plus knowing him for quite a long time, you are able to pick up the sound of him by his walking. And even through the busy halls, through the sounds of people chattering about the weekend and trying as fast as possible to get out, you usually can hear him. He simply hums in response, watching you close your locker. Before you can do anything else Eddie is zipping up your backpack and taking it from your hands, throwing his arm over your shoulder and pulling you close. “I have an idea, sweetgirl.” He leaned down to whisper to you, with furrowed brows you turned your head a tad to look at him.

“Should I be nervous?” You questioned him, which he only responded with moving his arm from around your shoulders to around your waist- pinching you over your shirt ever so softly. “Hey!” You couldn't help but giggle, which made Eddie’s heart soar at the sound. Stepping outside of the school’s front door and down through the parking lot you two were finally at Eddie’s van.

Eddie Munson’s van was a sight to behold, the 71’ Chevrolet was one of the males prized possessions. It had been his uncles in the early 80s before letting his nephew have it when he got his permit. Ever since then the metal head treated it like it was his baby- sure he was a bit rough with it, it really wasn’t his fault that he sped, the music he listens to shouldn't be so damn easy to speed to! To others it was just a rusted tin can, but it was something special to him.

He brings you round to the passenger side, opening the door for you and holding out his hand to help you up, bowing his head. “Your chariot awaits, princess.” He purred, which caused you to laugh and blush at his antics, taking his hand and stepping in. Once you were seated in he was leaning over you to fasten your seatbelt- pressing a kiss to your cheek before closing the door and running to the drivers side and hopping in. “Whats the plan?” You said, turning your body to him.

He simply hummed in response, starting the car. His hand went to the back of your headrest, looking behind as he pulled out. It might be weird but there was something so attractive when he did that, watching his hair fall in his face, trailing your eyes up his arm. But the moment was over soon and he was driving off. 

“Were you checking me out?” Eddie drawled out, letting his voice be a bit more high pitched. He kept one hand on the wheel while the other came and rested on your thigh. Your skirt rode up a bit, his hand warm but his rings cold, giving an odd contrast. Placing your hand on his with a smile. “Always,” You promise, letting your gaze shift out the window. 

Now Eddie was a man who drove a bit recklessly, enjoying to have his window down and music blasting as he ventured off wherever. But with you he was more careful, he had precious cargo so he wasn’t gonna risk anything.

With furrowed brows you realize he completely ignored your question, turning to him with a small pout. “You didn’t tell me what the plan is, Teddy.” You mumble out, playing with the rings on his fingers. His hand gently squeezes your thigh, “Its a surprise.” His reply is plain and simple, gaze focused on the road.

A few turns, stoplights and stop signs and you are pulling off into a clearing that takes you through the woods before he is parking with the back of the van facing out to lovers lake. “Hop in the back.” He says while turning to you, reaching over and undoing your seatbelt. His smile is wide as he watches you climb into the back, placing a small smack to your bottom as you climb over the console into the back of the van. 

In the back of Eddie’s van was a mattress, a couple pillows and a blanket or two. He also had an amp and some wires for when he would play at The Hideout. Once in the back you plopped back onto the mattress, leaning your back against the side of the van as you looked toward the front of the van. You watch as Eddie fumbles with the radio, popping in what you assume is one of the many mixtapes he has made for you. But, the song that plays through the van’s speakers is one you haven’t heard in any of the cassettes. 

Seconds later the sound of a saxophone is coming from the speakers, the voice of George Michael following the instrument as Careless Whispers plays. The song itself causes a laugh to bubble out, but your laughter only grows as Eddie is stumbling over the console just like you moments before- only he is less graceful than you were. Literally stumbling and fumbling onto the mattress. He is then scrambling onto his knees, reaching forward to you and resting his hands under your knees and pulling you forward to him. Sending you to lay back flat against the mattress. His hands move from your legs to rest on either side of your head, his body resting between your thighs. 

“Wanna know the plan now?” He questions, his words soft. If he wasn’t so close you wouldn’t be able to hear him over the saxophone. Your own hands trail up, gently brushing through his curls that fall into your face. “Hm?” You question, already lost in the boy. Eddie move to rest on his elbows, the front of his thighs pressing against the back of yours, your skirt having flipped up during this all.

“I am gonna kiss you, a lot.” Before you could even respond to him, his plush lips are pressing against yours. The faint taste of cigarettes linger on his mouth, but its a taste you have come to enjoy because it is whole heartedly Eddie. 

The shirt you wore had rode up as well, the blanket against your back scratching your skin ever so slightly against the material. One hand stays locked in his hair while the other trails down to rest against his chest. Your hand gravitates to the guitar pick necklace he always wore, feeling it dangle down against you- letting your fingers gently mess with the jewelry. Eddie keeps one arm propping him up, his other arm moving to wrap around your waist, his hand splayed against the small of your back and pulls your body closer to his, though he was already pressed flush against you.

He never lets up his kissing, the kiss started out sweet before turning into something more, gently nibbling your bottom lip and fighting for dominance against you in a war you were glad to lose. You could feel the need for oxygen become strong, but the thought of pulling away from the kiss sounded like a nightmare, you never wanted to be away from Eddie- especially when he was kissing you like this.

But he seemed to have other plans, pulling away slightly only to start to trail kisses down, starting from the corner of your mouth, to the underside of your jaw before attaching himself to your neck. He found your sweet spot quickly, he knew your body like the back of his hand. Feeling him start to suck and nibble at the sensitive skin causing you to gasp, back arching and hand pulling at the strands of hair you were holding. The pull wasn’t hard, but enough to pull him away from your skin. He looks up at you with a small pout, lips red and kiss swollen. 

“You said you were gonna kiss me a lot.” You said with a huff, brows furrowing as you tilted your chin down to look at him. The way you look at Eddie has his heart soaring for a second time today, “I know, but I didn’t say where.” He says in the same tone as you, copying your huff and furrowed brows. After that he was back to leaving kisses across your throat, leaving blossoms of purple and blues in his wake as he left his mark. 

Careless Whispers finishes, the song soon changing to Rock You Like a Hurricane. You open your mouth to question Eddie, letting out a shuddery breath before trying to catch your composure. “I haven’t heard these two in any of the tapes.” You manage to mumble out, eyes fluttering shut.

He pulls away at your words, shifting to hover over you. “Made a new mixtape for you last night.” Eddie smiles through his words, pride lacing each syllable. “And before you lecture me about not getting any sleep-” he pinches your thigh mid sentence, causing you to squeal and open your eyes. “I couldn’t sleep.” 

It wasn’t that you lectured Eddie, you just told him often you think it would do him good to get a decent night's rest, going to bed at a good hour. “So I made this mix, and its titled the ‘kiss-a-thon’ mix.” His nose scrunches up after his words, cheeks more red than usual as he blushes. “Probably a stupid name-” He trails off, which you quickly shake your head. “No! It’s not stupid, Teddy. I love it.” Your smile is bright, eyes wide and happy as you look at him. 

“Yeah?” He questions, a little unsure. You nod, before furrowing your brows a bit, letting out a hum. “Though I might have a better name for it.” Your smile widens, more devious this time. Eddie catches on to that, a look of fake surprise on his face. “Oh? And whats that?”

“The kiss-a-thon mix that might lead to more.” And with that, you are crashing your lips back to his.

[blooming-dahlia]

My Dear Friend, I Love You - (Late) Valentine’s Day Special! [Riddle Rosehearts]

╰ Ace sighed heavily as the red and pink heart-shaped cards fell out of the box onto the floor. This year, he and Deuce were in charge of the special Valentine's Day mail at NRC because Riddle wanted them to do something more productive than the things they usually did. And Valentine's Day happened to be right around the corner, so as their beloved friend, you suggested they should volunteer as mailmen for that special occasion.

╰ “I had no idea the students here are so affectionate. How many are there?”

╰ “Come on, Ace. We have to sort them and deliver them to the right classes before our first lesson starts.” Deuce was already on his knees, picking up the cards from the floor and reading the classes written under the students' names. Then he started sorting them carefully, making sure nothing gets mixed up. “I could use some help, you know?”

╰ Dissatisfied and still a bit sleepy, Ace knelt down beside his friend and picked up a pink heart made of paper. This one was addressed to Idia Shroud, the housewarden of Ignihyde. A mocking laugh escaped the redhead's lips.

╰ “That’s an interesting one, let’s see what’s written here.”

╰ Suddenly, Deuce snatched the valentine out of Ace's hands and put it on the class 3-B pile. They weren't supposed to read personal things like love letters, but it was obvious that Ace didn't care. As fast as he could, he began to read the contents of another card he spotted.

╰ “Dear Vil Schoenheit, I'm free on Valentine's Day after 7 PM, so maybe we could meet and watch a movie or eat something delicious at a fancy restaurant. If you're interested, please wear your favorite high heels, I want you to step on me with them- what the hell is this?!” Ace burst out laughing like a maniac before placing the heart on the class 3-C pile.

╰ Another minute passed. Deuce still tried to concentrate on his work, while Ace continued to make ridiculous comments on almost every next letter. Some of them were indeed genuine, full of sweet words of affection, while others were more questionable and not entirely serious. Or at least Ace hoped so.

╰ Vil turned out to be the winner in terms of the amount of valentines received, which wasn't surprising. Somehow Malleus Draconia also managed to get the most cards, both from his class and dormitory. Finally, Deuce picked up the last one, which was visibly different from the others. First of all, it wasn't a heart-shaped piece of paper, but an elegantly wrapped letter. Someone definitely wanted to stand out and impress their crush, they thought. But that wasn't the only reason this valentine was intriguing. The mysterious letter was addressed to [Y/N] [L/N] of class 1-A, the non-magical student and best friend of Adeuce duo.

╰ “I don’t trust them.”

╰ Riddle read the draft of his letter once more before turning to Trey, who was standing in the doorway. The special mail was scheduled to start tomorrow and last until the early morning of Valentine's Day before Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade take the mailbox to sort the cards and finally deliver them to their addressees.

╰ The main problem was the fact that this year's mailmen weren't the most responsible people in Night Raven College, and Riddle was well aware of that. There was no way he was going to take the risk of writing an entire essay expressing his true feelings for you, not if it was going to end up in the hands of those two troublemakers.

╰ “Maybe it's time to finally give them a chance and let them do something that would prove their sense of responsibility?”

╰ “No, they will read it, I am absolutely sure.”

╰ “And that’s why you decided to write [Y/N] a love letter starting with ‘My Dear Friend’? Or maybe you’re not certain about your feelings towards them?” Trey noticed. In fact, Riddle had been struggling with his confession to you for some time, and the upcoming Valentine's Day seemed like the perfect opportunity to end that suffering. You were his first love, after all, and it was obvious that Riddle was nervous, even though he tried to act cool most of the time.

╰ He was also curious if you had made a Valentine's card for anyone. Maybe for Ace and Deuce, since they were your best friends? Or maybe a tuna-scented one for Grim? Unless... no, that couldn't be true. Riddle didn't even want to think about you being in love with someone else. He knew it was selfish of him, but he had fallen head over heels for you and there was nothing he could do about it. He had to confess before it's too late, before some other guy steals your heart.

╰ With a sigh, Riddle took a formal paper and concentrated on rewriting his letter on it. Most people cut colorful sheets of paper in the shape of a heart, but that wasn't his style. Trey went back to the kitchen some time later, allowing Riddle to bang his head against the desk in peace. Why was it so hard to confess to someone, even if it was just through a simple letter?

╰ “My Dear Friend- damn, [Y/N] just got friendzoned through a valentine.”

╰ Deuce tried hard to resist the temptation to read the card, but eventually ended up listening carefully to every word Ace read. This time there was no mocking or laughing. While reading it, they weren't quite sure if this was a love confession, since the person who wrote it seemed to think of you more as a friend than a crush. Either it was a friendzone declaration, or this person was just terrible when it comes to feelings.

╰ “I would be honored if you would accept my invitation for a cup of tea and a nice walk afterwards. Sincerely, the housewarden of Heartslabyul, Riddle Rosehearts.” Ace’s eyes widened immediately, his hands almost clenched on the letter. “No way. I mean, I know the housewarden and [Y/N] are on neutral terms, but him sending them a valentine card seems... oddly out of character.”

╰ “It looks like he's just grateful he can count on [Y/N] and nothing more, we don't need to make any serious assumptions based on what we just read. Anyway, let's just put this on the pile and wait for classes to start so we can finally deliver them and get it over with.”

╰ Meanwhile, you've entered the school building together with Grim, who's been annoying you with questions about when you're going to buy him tuna cans for Valentine's Day. He could at least try to pretend to like your gift for him, a cute sweater with "World's #1 Cutest Cat" written on it.

╰ Your first class started few minutes ago, but there was no sign of Ace and Deuce. As you pulled your textbook out of your bag, you stumbled across a nicely wrapped gift with a note attached, and immediately remembered why your friends weren't showing up. You didn't drop your valentine in the special mailbox set aside for the occasion. Instead, you put a lot of effort and love into your gift for Riddle. The worst thing that could happen now was for him to reject you. That thought was the only reason you hesitated to give it to him.

╰ The door opened and the Adeuce duo made their grand entrance. Professor Trein was about to make a comment about them being late, but Ace quickly made that impossible as he began his speech, or rather, shouting. “Class 1-A, here comes your special Valentine's Day mail! We have a lot of them because we're the best class at Night Raven College.”

╰ You watched as your friends handed out Valentine's cards to particular people. At first, you had no idea that the students at NRC celebrated Valentine's Day just like the ones at your old school. It was heartwarming to see the joy on your classmates' faces when they received their cards.

╰ And then Ace placed a card next to your textbook. You looked up at him, confusion in your eyes, but he just grinned and sat down next to Deuce, who was already reading the contents of his own valentine. What had just happened? Someone sent you a valentine? You studied it and noticed that it wasn't a regular card, but a fancy looking envelope with a letter inside. Feeling a bit uncertain, you decided to open it after classes.

╰ It wasn't surprising that Riddle didn't receive any valentine, but deep down he was hoping to see a card with your signature on his classroom desk. He should have known that this feeling was one-sided, and besides, there were no signs of your interest in him on a more romantic level. You often attended the Unbirthday Parties and even spent some time with Riddle privately. When you needed help with your studies, he was always willing to help. But Riddle was drawn to you more than he should, and it was killing him inside.

╰ You stumbled upon Riddle in the school library. At first you weren't sure if you really wanted to approach him, not after reading his letter. It was sincere and sweet, but something about it made you feel uneasy. Riddle thanked you for everything you'd done for him so far, wrote a simple compliment, emphasized the word ‘friend’ a few times, and invited you on... you didn't know if this was a date or not. You felt stupid for expecting more, knowing that Riddle was trying his best.

╰ Riddle looked at the nearby clock and realized it was time to finally leave the library and return to Heartslabyul. You had to act quickly or you would lose your only chance. Just as he got up from his seat, you threw the gift on the table, causing confusion on Riddle's face. Heartslabyul's housewarden blinked a few times and then turned around to see your cool gaze.

╰ “For you.”

╰ And that was it. Riddle didn't even manage to say a word as you ran out of the library, leaving him alone and confused. That wasn't your plan, of course, but it was now or never, right? The only thing you could do now was to hope that Riddle wouldn't think any worse of you, especially since the way you gave him the Valentine's Day gift wasn't the right one. It wouldn't be surprising if he started to ignore you after that.

╰ Opening the box, Riddle found handmade heart-shaped chocolates. He examined them to make sure everything was all right, then carefully took a bite of one. It tasted like heaven, the strawberry filling doing its job perfectly. Riddle ate another chocolate before he began to read the note attached to the box.

╰ There was no doubt that you were smarter than him. Riddle could always give you the letter in person, one in which he wasn't playing around with hiding his true feelings, instead of throwing the other one in the mailbox just because he didn't want Ace and Deuce to find out about his crush on you.

╰ “Dear Riddle. I'm sorry I didn't have the courage to send you a valentine card by special mail. Instead, I wanted to do something different. Trey gladly agreed to help me make these chocolates for you, especially with your favorite flavor filling. Today is Valentine's Day, when both friends and lovers spend time together, give each other gifts, and so on. Let this gift be a reminder that you have people who love and care for you, that you deserve everything that's good and sweet in this world. And if you don't have anyone to celebrate this day with, I would love to be your valentine. Sincerely, [Y/N], your Dear Friend.”

╰ Those last three words were written with a different ink color, which made Riddle quickly realize that you had just added them, probably after reading his letter. The boy sighed, a soft red blush spreading across his face. Then he grabbed the box with the note and made his way back to the Heartslabyul dormitory, where someone special, his dear friend and valentine, was waiting for him.

It's been a long time since I posted something here, I promise to be more active from now on :D

[nelselfships]

Shinji Hirako x Reader

one shot (smut)

⊱ ♡ f!reader, mirror sex, p0rn with little plot, around 4k words

⊱ ♡ my first nsfw one shot so if any errors please let me know!

Low jazz music was playing in the back, and people were dancing on dance floor, with colorful lights spinning around the room slowly. Some where sitting in their booths smoking and drinking alcohol. The lights were dim, but enough to see the waitress walking towards me. She was dressed in a normal bartender attire, carrying a glass of whiskey in her hand. I grabbed the drink from her, shooing her away with my free hand. Already on the fifth drink of the night getting completely wasted. Everything seemed so sluggish and perplexed, time moving by slower tonight than usual after the busy day at work you had.

I took a drink of the alcohol beverage in my cup and sighed. I sat the drink back on the table, using my finger and making circles around the rim of it. I heard foot steps walking up behind me, they started to mumble something about checking a girl out and how they totally should get it, typical guy talk. I rolled my eyes hoping that they weren’t talking about me. And to turn out, they we’re talking about you. One of the guys sat across you giving a cocky smirk. I pinched the bridge of my nose and let out a breath of annoyance. “No I will not fuck you and no I will not go out with you.” I looked back up at him with his smirk gone with in an instance.

“What did you say little bitch?” he had a furious tone to his voice, the smell of beer lingering out of his mouth causing me to nearly gag. I placed my hands down on the table for support to stand up and leaned over a bit. “I said i’m not here for fuck boys. Now get lost.” I slowly made my way, away from the booth. I might’ve been drunk, but I know how to keep my guard up when it’s needed. I heard footsteps charging towards me but they went to a sudden stop not a few seconds afterwards. I turned around to see some men holding him back, preventing him from doing anything rash. I waved them off and headed to the dance floor since the music beat is built up a bit more.

Everyone was on their feet moving around to the beat of the song that was playing. I joined in a long in the middle of the song, dancing as if there was no tomorrow.

The song was near at its end. I was watching the people that were all around me and started moving to the beat with my eyes closed. Bad decision, especially with so much alcohol in me, I tripped, yeah, that happened.

“Ouch! Yer okay doll face?” I lifted myself a bit off of the man that I tripped on top of. My face flushed a bit at the nickname that the stranger gave me. I pushed myself off of him, reaching out a hand to help the guy up. After helping the man, I straightened out my clothes that were scrunched up from the fall. “I’m fine, I should be asking you that question.” I gave him a small smirk and cocked a brow. The man chuckled at my response. He did the same with his attire he had on.

I got a little bit of a better look at him now that i was finally off the ground. His hair was blonde with a long straight line style. Very different from any other guy you have saw in your life, but not a bad choice in it. He had a cheeky grin and soft brown eyes. “Little pain in the head, but i’ll be alright doll. Anyways, yer have a name?” I put a strand of loose hair that was in front of my vision behind me ear. “It’s (y/n), and you?” I asked in return.

“Cute name, fits that cute face of yers. The names Shinji, so yer by yourself?” a blushed crept across my face from the compliment. “I actually came here with a few friends, but they ditched me to go hangout with some guys.” I rolled my eyes, “I see, say, wanna dance with me?” he asked holding out his hand, seeing if I would accept it or not. I shrugged my shoulders, “Sure, I don’t see what one dance could hurt.” I laughed thinking about the fall that happened earlier.

I accept his hand and he pulled me closer to him. Chest against chest, and I swore my face was redder than a tomato. Good thing the lights were dim and not bright enough to see. Our bodies were against each other, moving to the beat of the trap genre going on now. He kept me close from making anymore fall accidents. It felt, warm, being close like this… what am I thinking? I just met this stranger and i’ve already done blushed several times tonight. I slightly shook my head to myself and let loose on my thoughts again.

The song was at a end, the lights lit back up to its natural lighting, and my heart was racing fast, sweating a bit from all the movement. “Yer a natural doll face.” he winked at me, our breaths trying to catch back up to us. Yep, that broke the straw, my blush was bright and he noticed it. I chuckled a bit from the compliment, “Thanks, you’re one yourself.” I gave him a light smile. He walked up towards me, wrapping an arm around my neck.

He sticked his tongue out at me for a second and I noticed the silver ball on it. “So how bout’ I treat yer a drink?” he asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. I nodded my head and he grabbed my hand leading me back to the booths. Looks like they got that creep to leave. I sat down beside him after we ordered what we wanted. We talked for a bit about our favorite music genres, stuff like that, and it turns out we had quite a good bit in common.

Our drinks finally arrived. I went to cross my legs, and they accidentally grazed his leg and I moved them away immediately. “I’m so sorry!” I apologized. But it didn’t take too long before he placed his hand on my thigh for a second, letting me know that I didn’t have to move away and that it was okay. I started to feel warm, my face flushed deep red, moving my thigh, back against his.

I took another sip of my whiskey, I sat the glass back down, looking over to the man now fixing his tie and the collar around his neck. The room felt too hot, I shouldn’t of drank another one. I looked at the time on my phone and it was hitting close to twelve a.m…. IT’S 12 A.M.? “Oh shit, I forgot to let my mom know I was going to be staying late, fuck.” I let out a low growl tone. He looked over at me a little worried. “She probably already locked the door and went to bed.” I let out a sigh.

“If yer want, yer can stay over my place tonight? I can understand if yer don’t want to, but I can’t just let a pretty girl sleep outside yer know?” I thought about it for a minute, and I didn’t want to disturb my mom, so I left her a little message that I would be staying at a friends house tonight, she would’ve freaked out if I told her I was going to stay at a random guys place, even though i’m grown, she still treats me like i’m young. “Sure.” I looked up at him with a smile. His smile widened as well showing his teeth. “Alright we’ll leave in a bit. My place ain’t too far from here so we can walk.” he said guzzling down the last bit of his drink. I did the same.

We finally arrived at his house. He unlocked the door inviting me in. I walked in, elegant chandeliers, and ornate furnishings exuded an air of sophistication that left me in awe. It had a sweeping staircase, high ceilings, and intricate details gave a sense of majesty and splendor that was fit for royalty. “Nice place you got.” I said slowly walking around scoping everything out. “Yeah, yer like it? Oh, let me lead you to the guest room.” He motioned me to follow him.

I walked behind him up the stairs, down the hallway on the far right, he opened the door and I followed behind him in. The room was nicely clean, and the bed comforter was made of red silk with a small sofa on the other side of the room. “Might not be the best but it beats being outside.” he laughed a bit. “Yeah,” you let out a whisper like tone. He sat down on the bed and you sat right down beside him. Legs so close to touching each other. “Oh, hey Shinji, I’ve been meaning to ask, when you sticked your tongue out earlier, I noticed you had a piercing there, why is that if you don’t mind me asking, you don’t usually see a lot of guys with that kind of stuff.” I asked, that was the dumbest thing I could’ve asked. He cocked a brow at me again.

“Oh yer curious about that? Well, I only have it for a few reasons really. I like the aesthetic of it, and plus, it gives great pleasure when yer know.” he said starting to face towards me, moving his eyes down my body. I blushed at the thought of a metal ball, rubbing down there. I started to feel hot. He saw me blushed and smirked. A low “Oh,” was all I could let out.

“Yer ever felt one?” he asked me. The heat between my legs started to feel more warm. I really did drink too much… why am I getting so turned on by the thought of what one would feel like? I shook my head to answer him. “Would yer like a demonstration?” he asks and my face definitely went to a beat red. I gripped the bed sheets under my hand and didn’t give an answer. He could tell by my actions of what I wanted by how I was reacting. “It’s a simple yes or no doll face. It’s cool if yer not comfortable with it.” he reassured me. I let out a low answer, “I’m okay with it.” you didn’t see it but you could feel that he had a grin on his face.

He placed a hand on top of mine slowly, intertwining our fingers, and took his two fingers from his other hand, placed them under my chin, and lifted my head for me to face him. I was a blushing mess, about to sleep with a person I just met. Both of our eyelids slowly closing as our faces neared each other. Our lips met not a few seconds afterward. At first it was a soft kiss, leading up to where we were fighting each other for entrance of the others mouth. I gave in and let his tongue explore. I never felt the silver ball around my tongue as well, and with each time it’s touching it, it’s sending shivers down my spine.

He moved his two fingers that were under my chin, and placed that hand on my thigh.

He bit my lip, dragging it down a bit with his teeth. The tension between us was high. I tried to held back, but I couldn’t, I let out a low, soft moan. He grinned in the kiss, and started making soft sucks and bites going down my neck, not hard enough to actually hurt me. He slid his hand that was on my thigh up more, where it was making its way under my black dress. My lips trembling a bit, wanting more than what he’s teasing me with. A whimper escaped my lips and he went to a slow stop.

“Was that a whimper I heard?” he said seductively, “Shinji… please, don’t stop.” I begged him, placing my hand on his that was on my thigh. He moved his way up to my ear whispering “Keep begging me like that and I might just go even longer to hear it some more.” he nibbled my earlobe. I let out a gasp, placing my hand on his chest. He place his hand on the fabric of my panties, rubbing it up and down slowly, feeling the wetness through it. “My my how long have you been like that? Yer completely soaked baby doll.” he said, making his way back down my neck to my collar bone. “Can’t say.” I smarted to him.

“Keep being cocky like that and maybe I won’t let yer feel it.” he smirked, I pouted as he went back to sucking on my collar bone.

He backed up and told me to stand up so he could take my dress off easily. I did as told. I covered up my upper body in embarrassment and blushed. “Yer don’t have to cover up doll face, cmon and let me see.” I lowered my hands down to the sides of my hips, and my bra and panties was exposed. I turned to face away from him, biting my lip. He was walking closer to me, he lifted his hand and cupped my cheek with it. “Yer look beautiful, no need to be embarrassed.” I looked up at him, gave him a light smile and placed my hand over his. I closed the gap between us with our lips, making a slow passionate kiss.

I was walking backwards to the bed while he was still kissing me, laying me down softly, pinning my hands above my head. The kiss was building up and my tongue made an entrance through his mouth this time. He was on top of me, sliding a leg between my thighs. I gasped from the friction of his leg pushing lightly against me there. He grinned into the kiss hearing the noise that came out of me.

He got up off of me, starting to unbutton his shirt. His slim figure was shown. My eyes were half lidded, glued onto him. Panting like a dog that’s been playing for to long. He next undid his belt, gosh the way his fingers were working around it. I blushed looking away focusing on my thoughts. After the belt was off the pants were next. He slid those down along with his boxers with nothing but pure skin showing. I looked back over at him. For a slim guy, he sure was pretty big. He dimmed the lights in the room. The man started to walk towards me grabbing my hand softly leading me up off the bed.

He led me to a small sofa that was sitting in the room, and a mirror was placed not to far in front of it. “What… are we doing?” I asked him curiously, not sure of what the man is planning. He wore a smirk on his face, looking over his shoulder to me. “You’ll see soon enough doll face.” he says, turning his head back around.

He sat on the sofa that the mirror was in front of. He snapped his fingers then pointed to me then next he pointed to the floor in front of him. I walked over, and sat on my knees on the ground facing him. “Turn around,” I did as the man said, and turned to face the mirror, looking at both of our bodies. My face flushed once more. He placed his fingers through my hair, sliding it all to one side, leaving the other side completely open. I could feel his breath against my neck, sending shivers all throughout my body. He placed a peck there and started to undo the hook of my bra in the back, taking it off, and tossing it to the side completely, not caring about where it lands. Leaving my chest fully exposed.

“Take them off.” he whispered in my ear, causing my eyes to open up wide. I started sliding down the hem fabric of my panties. I tossed them to the side, not caring about where they’re landing along with the matching bra. He reached his arms over my shoulder, long enough to touch my knees that were curled up to my chest. I looked at his hands, eyes half lifted. “Open them.” he commanded, tapping my legs. I slowly started to spread them open, revealing nothing but what was between them. He lifted my head up to look at us in the mirror.

My face was complete red, he had a smirk growing on his face. “Look at how pitiful yer look, a face so desperate to be touched.” I turned my gaze away from the mirror and he commanded me to look again. “Do yer wanna be touched doll face?” he asked. I was silent for a minute, nothing but thoughts about how bad I wanted this man to touch me. “I’ll ask ya again, yer got to let me know what yer want if yer want me to give it to yer. So what would it be beautiful?” he asked again. “I… I wanna be… touched…by you.” I could see through the mirror that damn smirk growing even bigger.

“There yer go.” he said, almost sounding like a whisper. He softly took his hand, and guided it to butterfly between my legs. He started to rub it a bit, I let out a moan of pleasure and tried to grab a hold of his hand but he slapped it away. I looked at him in shock through the mirror. “It’s my turn right now baby doll, wait patiently for yer turn.” he said, going back to rubbing it for a bit, it caught you by surprise when he inserted a finger inside of you. He was watching your reactions through the mirror, and you could feel his member hardening behind your neck. Is he getting off by watching and messing with me?

He placed a soft kiss, sucking on my neck, leaving trails of marks from him. He kept thrusting his fingers inside of me, with each hit causing me to gasp and moan, him hitting every good spot. I could feel myself building up, with my walls tightening around his fingers. As soon as he felt it, he took them right out. “Not so fast doll, cant have yer cumming without feeling with what yer was so curious about.” he said, smirking like an asshole.

He sat on the floor in front of me, spreading my legs apart. Small kisses up my thigh, making my breath hitch with every kiss that he’s getting near. He made his way up, breathing and kissing me down there, making my breath hitch again. He licked me and a soft moan escaped my lips. “Ngh, Shinji, that feels… amazing.” I breathed out slowly. His tongue along with the piercing felt too good. He grinned into me, and went back to licking me. My hands found their way to the top of his hair, gripping onto it.

After continuously licking on me, I felt myself building back up again, my legs barely lifting up. Toes curling with the feeling of pleasure running through my body. “Please, don’t stop Shinji…” I moaned out at the end, him hearing his name being moaned made him go even crazier. Sticking his tongue inside of me, made me felt too good. I grasped his hair a little bit tighter, letting him know that I was almost at my high. “Shinji, i’m… i’m about to…” my back arched, releasing the pleasure that was all built up inside of me.

I started to feel sensitive, and I tried pushing him away, “S-Shinji, that’s enough!” I gasped out, he finally gave in and backed away a bit, sliding his bangs back. “Sorry babe, just couldn’t help it, yer tasted so fucking good.” he says, licking the corner of his mouth, causing my face to heat up. I patted my cheeks, trying to regain some sense back into me.

He stood back up and made his way back to the couch and sat back down. I still sat in the floor, on my knees, but I turned around to face him. His cock was hard, in front of my face. I looked up at him, “Go ahead and have a taste doll face.” my face flustered, lifting my hand, and placing it around his member. He started to twitch from the touch of my hand, and I place a gentle kiss on the tip of it. He looked down at me, and looked back up to the mirror. His hands moved to my hair, pulling it back gently, to get the loose strands out of my face.

I licked him, getting a taste of the salty, but sweet skin. I opened my mouth, putting him down whole, inside of my throat. Shinji bit his lip, “Fuck, doll face, yer mouth feels so good… so warm.” he groaned out. No sounds but the gagging noises, every time my head goes down on him.

“I… don’t think i’m gonna… last much longer.” he said, gripping my hair tight, shoving me down more, causing tears to pour out of my eyes from the lack of oxygen. He pushed my head down one more time, releasing his warm, thick liquid inside of my mouth. After he finished, I felt snot pouring out of my nose and sweat dripping off my face along with the soft tears. I let his cock slowly make his way out of my mouth, panting, trying to regain the air I lost. I heard him panting, eyes were squint closed, feeling relieved from the pleasure.

I looked up at him, and I saw his eyes, half lidded, looking down at me. He leaned forward, wiping my tears away and snot around my nose off.

“Yer so beautiful doll.” he says, pulling my bangs out of my face, kissing my forehead. I blushed a bit, and stood up. He stood up along with me, gently grabbing my hand, helping guiding me to the bed that he now is laying on. I crawled into the bed beside him, laying down, placing a hand on his chest. He pulled the covers over us, turned towards me, placing a soft kiss on my nose. “I’ll take you home tomorrow, let’s get some rest okay?” all I could mumble was a “yeah.” and my eyelids where closed. Snuggled into his chest. Hearing his heart beat.

[gatheredfates]

Oh my goodness, I can't believe we're here! This is the FIRST Compendium update for Dawntrail! ☀️ In the end I didn't need the extra weekend off; I just put this together in-between trusts (don't judge me).

I hope everyone is having a fantastic time with the new expansion. I am especially excited to see how this document expands as I find new things in its advent, so please let me know if you make/find anything interesting!

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With that said, however, as of today (07/06), the following resources have been added to Sea's Community Compendium for XIV Creatives.

LARGE SCALE

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[respectthepetty]

Hi petty, so I came across an interesting conversation on reddit. It's about how the BL screenwriters are not getting the credit for their work. From what I understand it's because the director is basically the showrunner and they are the ones responsible for 'creating' the show and OP pointed out something that I agree with: even if that is true the screenwriter has contributed labour and thus they deserve to at least be co-credited for their work. Someone mentioned that because most BLs are novel adaptations the screenwriters aren't doing much work but OP points out that that is not true. Most BLs change the novel in some way, whether to extend the story or to soften it or to shorten it. And like yeah, I see that.

I hadn't thought about this thing until OP pointed it out and now I'm like: have we been making a mistake by not crediting the screenwriter? That feels iffy to me.

I feel that we should be crediting the novel writer, screenwriter and director for the work they do in the scope of their jobs and not let one or two people hog all the credit, you know.

And I think this is a fandom issue.

So, what do you think?

[I know this is a heavy question but I've always respected your opinion that's why I wanted to ask you.]

The Trainee did a great job of demonstrating the production around filming, but in TV and film, screenwriters aren't usually spotlighted in the same realm as the director regardless of the genre. Directors are very important to a film or series because their direction is what guides everything else. They set the tone and the pace of a series, and everyone else has to figure out how to make that vision come to life, and sometimes, screenwriters have to rewrite scenes while filming is happening based on a shift in the director's vision.

However, I'm showing up for the cinematography usually rather than the directing, so I agree with you, and many other people do as well, which is why we have awards and databases that acknowledge the work others put into a series or film beyond the actors and the directors, but at the end of the day, it's usually the director being praised or berated because they are the one in charge.

For example, we have Jojo and Aof, two directors with resumes full of excellent shows like 3 Will Be Free, Moonlight Chicken, and Bad Buddy, but some people believed they fumbled their last series, Only Friends and Last Twilight. Should we blame the screenwriters Bee, Best, and Den who have also written for My Stand-In, Never Let Me Go, and Playboy (which others also felt had issues with the stories)? Last Twilight just won a Maya TV Award for Best Screenplay, so . . . no.

Another example is Chao Planoy who has written the novels for most of the GLs we have in 2024. Idol Factory got GAP and My Marvellous Dream is You (Dream), Change2561 took Affair, GMMTV has Us and Pluto, Blank went to Nine Star Studios, Mate is with Zensee, and Apple, which is being produced by Kongthup will probably go to WeTV. Each company uses its own directors, so Idol Factory used the same director for GAP and My Marvellous Dream is You. Both shows also had the same screenwriter. Everything should have been solid for both, but Chao has gone on record stating she disliked the adaptation of Dream, and she felt it was messy. Who's the issue then? Chao wrote the source material. Patty wrote the screenplays for both. Natthaphong directed both, but his vision wasn't as cohesive for the Dream like it was GAP and it shows in the series and ratings.

JittiRain is another popular BL writer. Her works include 2gether, Theory of Love, Fish Upon the Sky, and Be My Favorite, which have all been bought and filmed under GMMTV. When turned into shows, her pieces have had different directors and writers, but her lastest, Be My Favorite, was written and directed by people outside of GMMTV's usual roster of professionals. Be My Favorite also didn't use a branded GMMTV pair, yet it is consistently her highest rated series on various platforms, and that could be the result of all these listed reasons, but the praise is put on the director. I agree with this because I think the director, Waa, knew what he was up against and steered the series accordingly. He directs Club Friday, which is a show with the messiest plots, but he knows how to make those stories coherent. He had a vision and saw it through.

We heard awful things about the director's behavior on the set of Century of Love, but Wo directs several One31 series like Laws of Attraction, To Sir, with Love, and the upcoming Spare Me Your Mercy, so this might hurt him (which it should) while others who worked on the set and contributed to the toxicity will merely get shuffled to other projects.

There are so many examples that I could give, but as important as it is to acknowledge all of the hard work that goes into these series from everyone involved, at the end of the day, it's the director who is directing not just the series, but the set. If they mess up, we blame them. If things go right, we praise them. Their vision can make or break a series, so when we see a show work really well or fall apart, we normally look at the directors because that is their job.

Directors give direction to the story. Directors direct the set and all the departments. Directors directly impact the story. Directors are the captain of this ship, and they have to make sure it doesn't sink, and even though they have a lot of help making sure that doesn't happen, it takes a strong person to carry that burden of responsibility.

Which is why they get (the bulk of) the credit.

[ynyaan]

𝙎𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙚 ༄ | 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 ࣪𖤐

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | ♕

𝘾𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚-𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜!𝙇𝙤𝙠𝙞 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧| 𝙁𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 / 𝙂𝙣!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Summary: You are at an awful party before meeting Loki on a balcony. You both share a conversation of tension and the smoke of cigarette. "I desire to learn as to why your voice is etched into the walls of my mind.”

.ᐟ 𝙏𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 / 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙫𝙞𝙗𝙚𝙨

You were invited to a fancy dinner gathering. Granted, the night will be filled with disapproving stares and senseless rats that gossip and dance. The party is to be filled with discussions of wealth and flaunts of businesses.

You’ve decided to wear something strong and bold to the eye. A dress, a garment gracefully descending to caress the midpoint of your thigh. Something distinct, the design laced with small bits of shining gems. The color green, the color of money.

“Oh, come on now, let's us not be blinded by the truth! You ARE a child of wedlock!”

Laughter. Moronic rich people who have nothing to do but bring people down to get where they want to be. They provoke emotions to ruin reputations, a plan consisting of their followers, followers that have the task of laughing along brainlessly, like backup performers in a circus.

“Atleast I need not to suck my father's cock just to please him.” You spat, earning frowns and gasps around your crowd.

You were not born out of wealth like these people, but you worked hard and climbed the ranks to get where you are now. These people ridicule you to no end because they cannot fathom the fact you worked hard for something only they should have the privilege of.

You turn to your heel, but before walking away, “Oh daddy, will you give me more money if I take your length?” You hissed, enunciating each word with a baby-like voice, earning once more, faces filled with anger to the specific affluent.

You walk away, ignoring the whispers that grew loudly from the scene you've caused. You turn to find an escape, a window, a balcony.

Perfect. You sighed whilst entering the balcony that finally smelled like fresh air instead of fake money. You walked till you reached the edge of the balcony, smelling the cold air and enjoying the moonlit night.

You whip out a cigarette from your dress's pocket; you usually only smoke when you are pissed or generally just done with everything.

You bring it up to your mouth before realizing you left your lighter inside your bag. “Damn.” You whisper, biting your lip before hearing a soft chuckle, deep and low.

You turn your head and see a man dressed in a suit of green, hair slicked back, and smoke puffed out of his lips. He looks at you, his green eyes shining into yours, it was unreadable but his gaze felt dangerous.

“Your dress is charming.” He comments.

“Yes, well, it's wasted to the rats here.” You respond, not caring if this man could be one of them moronic people. He takes a single step closer to you.

“My name is Loki. Loki of Asgard.” Asgard? It must be a country you don't know of. “My father makes me come to these dull events for social 'interactions'." He continues.

“I assume you cheat out of it every time, simply by going here?” You guessed, seeing as he looked pleased here on the balcony.

He simply smirked in response. “I go by the name (y/n).” You say, deciding to share your name as a courtesy.

“Ah yes, so I've heard.” Silence surrounds you both, not wanting to question what he meant by that. You were frequently talked about, though it was more like being gossiped on.

You were getting quietly uncomfortable with the silence. You had nothing to do with your hands except hold your unlit cigarette.

Out of habit, you bring your cigar up to your mouth. The man beside you suddenly inches closer. He puts his free arm around and touches the other end of the balcony, locking you in without touching you.

He leans closer, faces inches apart. He then positions his cigarette with the one in your hand and shares the fire with you. Once it was lit, you bring it up to your lips and puff the smoke out, relieved you finally got to smoke.

“Thank you.” You say, suddenly feeling his arm move to your waist. You look at him with a questioning eyebrow. He moves his face away slightly. “Hmm?” You hummed.

“I must say I've heard stories about you. Fascinating that it leaves me wondering..” He cuts his sentence off and inhales his cigarette.

He takes his hand off your waist and takes your chin instead, tilting it slightly up. You smirked, opening your mouth ever so slightly, and Loki proceeded to blow the puff of smoke inside.

You inhale it, blowing it out of your nose simultaneously. “I wonder, what is under that false display of yours.” He finishes.

He releases his hold on you, moving his hands to the side of your neck. You feel him brush against your ear. “I want to open your soul." He confesses, whispering his words like a prayer.

"I desire to learn as to why your voice is etched into the walls of my mind.”

You stood there, frozen in place. You decided to puff another smoke, exhaling it out on his neck as his face was still beside your ear. “My my, you're one interested man, aren't you?” You teased.

He chuckles softly before standing up straight. He swiftly takes something out of his pocket. “Here, call me whenever you need me.”

"Let's talk soon." He hands you a card, which you quickly take. He turns on his heel, and just like that, your smoking partner was gone.

“How amusing.”

𝙒𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙥𝙖𝙙: Star (@_ynyaan) ───⋆⋅☆⋅⋆── 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇 <𝟥

[dj-bynum3718]

Of Fire and Ice

Melissa Schemmenti X reader X Larissa Weemes  

Summary: The cross over that I decided to finally write.  

Words: if I'm being honest idk  

Notes: I know how I want this to go but I do want some help if you have some questions that you think everyone should ask, please send them to me! Also I will be doing a poll to see what kind of an outcast we want reader to be  

Wanings: None this chapter. 

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7:30am it was too early to be dealing with this. You were sitting in the staff room early Monday morning holding the black envelope in your hand. It was your high school reunion or in other words when all the people you hated, get together to see who “accomplished” the most. You set it on the table and pull out some class work to grade instead before it's time to head to the classrooms. As you sit more and more of the staff start filing into the room. 

“Good morning (Y/N)” Barbara greets sitting down in her usual chair beside you, Melissa following soon after. “Morning” it's about all you have energy for currently your espresso still hasn’t kicked in just yet. 

“Whoa what's up with you? You aren't your usual self this morning” Melissa asks. Well, that’s not completely true you are normally a grouch but less so than today. Not necessarily a morning person you try to get up with ample time to get your attitude in check before you see the kids. “well...” you start to answer before Janine comes in “Good morning wonderful people are we ready for this marvelous Monday?” She starts going on a tangent about a project her class will be doing over the next few days, not something you are paying attention to, not with your own issues at hand.  

You have accomplished a lot in your life, you have nothing to be ashamed of so why be worried about this? You know exactly why it's because SHE will be there your ex-girlfriend of 4 years. And if the rumors are true, then she is headmistress of nevermore. You are happy for her, it’s what she always wanted even since back at your days in school, but that happened to be one of the multiple reasons you broke up she wanted to stay put and you wanted to go teach in the normie schools. Yes, the separation was hard but, in the end, you knew it would be better but for now you don’t know what to think. All these feelings are bubbling to the top old and new and frankly you aren't feeling today. 

“Hey hun, you okay?” Melissa askes. Your head shoots back up to nod “yeah! Fine just not fully awake yet.” Your response wasn’t really a lie but not the truth either. “Okay just checking” you can see the concern in her eye its brief but still there. That is another issue you have yet to deal with. Your feelings for the red head are not something you want to address just yet. You know that you like her and often she is running through your dreams, but she was never by herself often followed by HER. You wish you could get her out of your dreams so you could finally admit your feelings for Melissa. 

You don’t think it fair to her, how could you start a relationship if your ex still affects you like this. So instead, only in your dreams will you leave yourself free to feel the love you want to give so badly. To her, she with hair like fire, skin like cream and eyes so green. But on the other hand, to the other with hair like silver, skin like ice and eyes of blue. Both stunning yes, but so vastly different. 

You can feel her gaze upon you again and you can’t take it, the way a simple look from her can get you going is sinful and she has no idea she is doing it to you. You just decide to gather your stuff together and start your day. “y’all have a good morning I will see you all at lunch.” You nod your departure forgetting the same black envelope that has caused this panic to begin with. 

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You have successfully made it through the first half of the day dropping your kids at the cafeteria before heading to the teacher lounge. When you walk in the room goes silent as everyone looks at you, your smile faulters and you are suddenly concerned. “Everything okay?” you ask calmly trying to figure this out. “Why didn’t you tell us you were an outcast?” Melissa asks you can hear something there, but you are to stunned to acknowledge it now. “I-I uh what?” You studder which isn't normal for you, but with all the eyes currently trained on you, you feel uneasy.  

“Melissa found your letter. It has a crest on the front, and we got curious, so we looked it up.” Janine responds carefully. You let out sigh setting your stuff down to rub your face. This is not how you wanted today to go at all. But of course, it just keeps getting better and better. You finally look back at the room of your friends and sit down in your chair. 

“I didn’t think it important.” “How could that not be important? It’s a part of you!” Barbara looks hurt that you would even think that she didn’t care for you. You take the letter back in your hands. “it’s the invitation to my class reunion.” You look up at them “and I didn’t tell y’all because normies don’t usually take well to us. That’s why we have schools like Nevermore to protect us from ridicule and to help us learn more about ourselves.”  

You shove the letter into your bag and address them all. “I can see you all have questions” they all nod thankfully none of them look disgusted by you so that is a good sign. “My house tonight at 7:00 if I am going to answer anything I will need a drink to do it.” They all nod again as you pick up your belongings deciding to just eat in your classroom, you need to be by yourself for a while. Plus, you now have a dinner to plan. 

[brachiosaurus-on]

/gen, i saw the “uncharitable jedi takes” in response to that last ask (i love it), and i just had a question about the “war crimes” box because it’s the only one i feel has a bit of… validity i guess? i know the typical response to that is the geneva conventions don’t exist in star wars and therefore stuff like false surrender isn’t a war crime but it still feels weird to me? i guess i’m just interested in the deconstruction of that accusation? again, /gen

Hello anon! Thank you for a genuine ask! I will try to give a decent breakdown of why I find the accusation flimsy.

So, "war crimes" is a box on the card because it's often thrown around as a very serious condemnation of the Jedi without consideration for what makes the accusation so serious. Usually the accusation is thrown with the intent of evoking an emotional & moral reaction against the Jedi through the same emotional & moral reaction one would have against war crimes. This tends to gloss over what actually makes a war crime.

War crimes are a rejection of the concept that war justifies brutality and inhumane atrocities. The root of this is harm done to people. This article is from the BBC and gives a brief overview of what a war crime is, why they were codified into international law, and some of what constitutes a war crime. (The article is dated from 2014, so you may want to find more up to date or detailed sources if you're doing more research, but I thought it was a concise & well-written overview that helps explain the point I want to make. It's a quick read, check it out before you continue.)

When people make this accusation against the Jedi, they often cite examples where the Jedi are fighting a droid army. Battle droids are not people. Battle droids are machines designed to autonomously kill people. These machines do not have any true choice or free will of their own. "We're independent thinkers. Roger, roger," indicates that each machine is individually autonomous and will carry out its designed function & programming as long as it remains functional. That programming is to kill and destroy. I reiterate: it will kill and destroy, on its own, until it is deactivated, destroyed, or given other orders.

Now I pose the following questions: is it a crime to deceive and destroy these machines? Should these machines be given the same regard as any life form? Is there harm done when these machines are destroyed? Should the safety of these machines be given equal consideration as the lives they are programmed to end?

Star Wars is not science fiction. It is fantasy in a science fiction setting. The sentience of droids is not the point and battle droids especially are not treated with any form of sentience in the narrative because they are not sentient life forms.

Should the Jedi treat machines with the same respect they treat living people? Or, do they have a duty to protect life from killing machines? Should they use the same tactics on droids that they use on people? Or, do they have more options to defeat the onslaught because they do not need to consider enemy lives as there are no enemy lives?

If the Jedi are to be accused of "war crimes" at least put a living enemy on the other side. Ki-Adi resorting to extreme weapons against the Geonosians? Sure, there are questions to be asked about the ethics, but to respond fairly, the full circumstances must be considered, and if it's to be called a war crime there's a higher bar for that argument. Should he prioritize enemy lives over the lives of his own troopers? When the willing enemy combatants are defending factories that build extermination machines? There is no perfectly moral answer; there isn't always a perfectly moral answer. These are situations where you get to make your own judgment call about the story. Do you think it's unethical? Do you think it constitutes a war crime? Do you think it's worthy of prosecution? How do you weigh your personal opinion against the narrative intention in your interpretation of the story?

When the accusation of "war crimes" is thrown at the Jedi, it's very often not accurate to start with, and ignores the reason that war crimes are so serious. I've seen many accusations of "war crimes" thrown that tell what a war crime is, but don't talk about why it's bad, because when you consider why a war crime is a crime, the argument against the Jedi starts falling apart.

tldr: is it a "war crime" if the victim is a non-living machine designed to kill living people?

Other people have written some good metas that explore this question from other angles, I'll link some below the cut if you're interested in further reading

This one (by @trickytricky1) goes into whether or not Obi-Wan actually commits perfidy in the TCW Movie.

This one (by @writerbuddha) is similar and includes an example of Anakin in TCW.

This one (by @monjustmon) explores what we know of in-universe laws regarding war crimes.

This one (by @smhalltheurlsaretaken) discusses characters that are portrayed as war criminals.

This one (by @lethebantroubadour) provides a list of acts committed by the Separatists which do have living victims and should constitute war crimes.

[sandalwoodbox]

Vidder asks: 12, 21, 27?

Thanks for asking!

(This is part of the Get to know the Vidder ask meme. See all my responses here and feel free to send me asks!)

12. Most underrated vid that you wished had gotten more views?

I'm going to say Stray Italian Greyhound for Dear Missy. I really like this vid because I think it most accurately summarizes what I see as the plot of the actual series - Lu Ke's journey to recognizing, accepting, and ultimately living her feelings for Shen Siyi. I'm pretty proud of how it turned out, and it can still fairly reliably make me tear up to watch. It's a really great show and more people should watch it! Even with the weird canonical straight ending it's pretty good tbh 🤣 it has things like men and women dating and breaking up and still being part of the same friend group 🤯 what a concept!

But personally I always advocate for just ignoring the heterosexuality in the last six episodes & just watching them for the bonus Lu Ke / Shen Siyi fluff.

21. How would you describe your vidding style?

Answered here with bonus "what is your vidding process" because I got distracted 😅

27. Advice for anyone just starting their channel?

I'm interpreting this to mean "advice for anyone starting out making fanvids"?

I'd say do what you want and don't expect anyone to see it. Exchanges (like Festivids) and cons (like VidUKon, Fanworks, or WisCon) are a great way to "force" people to watch your vids and not get criticism unless you want it. (YMMV - I am not sure what the experience of submitting to AMV contests is like, for example.)

I'd recommend using a modern fully-featured video editing program like Da Vinci Resolve from the beginning rather than something like iMovie - DVR is more complicated but makes it very easy to separate the vid itself from the source files. That is, you can move the files from your hard drive to a backup drive to free up space and work on something else, then put them back later if you want to go back to a previous fandom!

That said, if a low bar of entry is important, iMovie is also fine. Whatever works for you!

Bonus question 1 (from replies): How do you get ideas for vids?

It depends! Sometimes it comes from blorbos or otherwise loving a show such that I want to share it with other people. Other times it comes from frustration with something not being done the way I wanted in the show, or drawing out a theme that I think the show didn't fully explore. A large chunk of my vids are from Festivids, which is great because I can see what ideas other people have and then make treats for them if I'm excited about what they've suggested and think I have time to pull it off (which is usually only possible for movies and for shows I've already (mostly) clipped, in my experience.) From time to time I'll hear a song and think it's perfect for some character or concept, but I'll generally still end up spending a fair amount of time searching for other potential songs before I actually get started on the vid. More often I'll hear a song and think, that would make a fun vid but I don't know what for, so I stick it in a playlist that I go through every time I'm looking for potential vid songs.

If I have an idea for a vid, I write it down in a spreadsheet. I'll never make most of those ideas, either because I've moved on from the fandom or because I just ended up not liking it as much later. Here's a snippet of vids I will probably never make from my spreadsheet in case it's interesting:

Bonus question 2 (from replies): What makes a vid you're working on feel done to you?

I'm a bit of a perfectionist with my vids, so this can be tricky. I think I would say: Once I am satisfied that the clips on the timeline are doing what I want and there are no clips that I believe would be strictly better, I try to stop.

Overall my process is: I'll generally make a first draft that doesn't have things that feel obviously bad (but I might still have things I'm not satisfied with but don't know how to solve). I send that out for beta and work on other things in the meantime. Depending on how much I care about the vid / how uncertain I am about it, I might do multiple rounds of beta or send it to multiple betas at once.

Depending on the vid, I might do a pass specifically looking at clip timing or motion or color correction (for example, making sure dark scenes are possible to parse), or anything else that I particularly want to work well for the vid.

Once I have something that feels "final" I like to let it sit for a week to a month, then come back to it to see if there's anything else I notice that I'd want to change before calling it done.

But a lot of times I'm working on a deadline for an exchange or a con, which means that at some point I just have to stop and call it good enough.

By the time I'm done with a vid, I often no longer feel like I can tell whether it's good or not because I'm too deep in it, so I see things nobody else would. I can't necessarily tell how satisfied I'll be with a finished vid until 6-12 months after I've posted it. (So I try to keep that in mind if I'm agonizing over whether people will notice a cleancredits glitch that's only visible in the lower left corner of a clip for like 4 frames.)

I have a vidder friend who I can show things to at that point not for beta but just to ask, is there anything obviously wrong with this? Any reason I shouldn't post this? (The answer is usually: It's fine, just post it!)

[your-local-grinning-cat]

‘Twas brillig and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe…

You have entered the Tulgey Wood, the home of Che’nya. When the curious cat beastman is not attending classes at RSA or out bothering visiting his friends at NRC, Che’nya will usually be found here, wandering his Wood.

Make sure you keep a good grip on your mind - you wouldn’t want to lose it now! - because things are a little different around here…

If you’re curiouser and curiouser - please be sure to read the directions to be directed in the right direction… but not necessarily directly!

Know that you ignore the rules of the Tulgey Wood at your own peril! 😼⤵️

Before you go any further, you should know Che’nya is not alone in his Wood. He has kidnapped convinced his best friend, AR, to live with him! Where Che’nya goes, AR goes. AR is as much a part of the Tulgey Wood and the world of Twisted Wonderland as Che’nya himself is, so do not be surprised when AR and Che’nya interact!

AR is both a character and the roleplayer. How can AR be the roleplayer for Che’nya if they’re also a character? Well, that certainly is an interesting question, isn’t it? I suppose you’ll have to read further to find out. You were warned that things are different around here…

While all of Wonderland is Mad, there are rules here. The Queen of Hearts has made sure of it! Very loudly! And even someone as chaotic as Che’nya listens to the Queen most of the time. But these are AR’s rules and everyone is expected to follow them, even Che’nya!

Rules of the Tulgey Wood

1️⃣ There is an actual person behind this account. Remember that and be kind and respectful. If you break the rules you will either be ignored, told the rule/s you broke and directed to it/them, or outright blocked.

9️⃣ Be a decent human being to everyone - not just the person behind this blog. Racism, homophobia, misogyny, transphobia, etc. are not tolerated here. MAPs and pro-shippers are also unwelcome. If I ever do/say/reblog anything offensive myself, feel free to tell me and I will correct it! I am human and make mistakes.

3️⃣ The admin running this blog is an adult in their mid twenties. Please keep this in mind. For your safety and my own, if you are a minor, I ask that you only interact with me through asks so that I can answer them publicly. That way the entire interaction is in full view of others.

8️⃣ I do not rp in DMs. If I contact you via Tumblr DM or you contact me in DMs, I will be talking to you OOC.

4️⃣ Everything will be answered at my own discretion and time frame. Not only do I have a life outside of this blog, but I often end up putting a lot of effort into just one reply, making my response time a little slow. Because of this, I can easily get overwhelmed with notifications and burnout, so I sometimes need to step away and take breaks. Please be patient, and thank you for understanding!

2️⃣ While this blog is fairly NSFW, as I allow cursing, some smaller horror-esqe descriptions, and can speak of darker topics, one thing that I do not allow is sexual content. While Che’nya is very tactile and highly physically affectionate, the furthest he will go is kissing, nuzzling, cuddling, etc. He may also do some cat things such as scenting, kneading, kitten licks, nipping, etc., but that is as far as I am comfortable with.

6️⃣ This is a multiship blog. Which means that while Che’nya can date multiple people, those relationships will not intersect with each other, belonging in their own pocket realities. Che’nya, being self aware, is unique in that he is aware of all his partners in every reality and is honest with every partner about the situation. So, to him, it’s more like he’s in a polyamorous polycule. But, for the purpose of the blog itself, because his partners will ever interact as fellow S/Os, this blog is multiship.

5️⃣ Other rp blogs and OCs are absolutely welcome! However, if it’s your character’s first time talking to Che’nya, especially an OC, I ask that you either give a brief explanation as to who they are at the bottom of the ask you send or provide a link to an intro post that I can read so I know who I’m talking to and Che’nya can act accordingly. I am not going to hunt down information about your character if you are wanting to interact with me. It would be different if I was reaching out to you. A summary can be as simple or as long as you like. Here’s an example of a short one provided by @castaway-achlys:

“Character is a mild-mannered and typically quiet boy. Despite his past, he's incredibly intelligent and curious about the world, and always has kindness in store for others. He is 18 and in the Ignihyde dorm.”

7️⃣ Much longer rule because it comes with a little added explanation on Che’nya! But it is just as important!

Please refrain from god modding. Che’nya is my character. I do not appreciate it when you try to force him to act like you want him to, you assume he will react/act in a certain way, or you try to force your headcanons onto the character I am roleplaying. This is not the canon Che’nya, nor is this your version of Che’nya. This is my version of Che’nya.

If you do not know what god modding is, here is a link! And before you click on it, know the tone is /lh

Bouncing off of “no god modding,” people may try to complain that my Che’nya is OP because I let him metagame and seem to let him powerplay. (I will not provide links to these terms - if you don’t know them I think the link previously provided will have been enough to tell you what to do to fix that 😂) While I can’t argue with the metagaming, as Che’nya is self aware, I can argue with powerplay.

Che’nya is not all powerful… unless he is in his Tulgey Woods, where he is the Ultimate Game Master and controls everything. But that does not mean he doesn’t have weaknesses, even there. And once OUT of the Wood, Che’nya is NOT all powerful. He is still strong, but he is no longer the Ultimate Game Master. The key would be managing to catch the cat. Which would be incredibly difficult, but it could be done. This is why Che’nya does not often leave the Tulgey Wood. He is well aware of his vulnerability.

Then there is the fact that, even if he is very powerful, enough to even warp reality at times… he has also managed to get his head stuck in a teapot, summoned marshmallows and skewers to roast them but complained he had no chocolate or graham crackers so he couldn’t make s’mores, and has run face-first into walls more than once.

He may be Powerful, but he is also Mad and Silly and that can make him Stupid at times. It would be no fun if he was truly all powerful all the time.

🔟 This blog is run entirely on mobile with only a few exceptions. So please forgive any weird formatting.

Tags are important on this blog! Not only does Che’nya often speak in them (AR sometimes joins in, even when they were not present in the main post), but there are also good sorting tags to check out if you’re interested!

Tagging System

Sorting Tags - Che’nya

#che’nya meows - when Che’nya makes an original post speaking whatever nonsense comes to him

#che’nya chats - when Che’nya replies to asks sent to him… and yes, that is a play on “chat” being French for “cat,” but no, it’s not for you Rook lovers it’s a REFERENCE TO THE BOOK LET ME LIVE MY LIFE 😭

#che’nya wanders - when Che’nya leaves the Tulgey Wood to go visit other blogs and send his own asks, usually to stir up mischief

#che’nya appears - when Che’nya suddenly pops up on a post, often without warning or invatation

#che’nya grins - when Che’nya finds something purrticularly fun, funny, and/or fabulous 😸

#che’nya lore drop - my Che’nya is not the Che’nya from canon… since we don’t know much about him, I have made him my own

So, that being said…

#che’nya the [REDACTED] - when Che’nya does or says something, in the main post or the tags, that reminds us that he is more than just a silly kitty beastman… he is the Cheshire Cat

#che’nya knows no 4th wall - when Che’nya breaks the 4th wall because he is 100% self aware and does not care about architecture

Sorting Tags - AR

#ar speaks - when AR makes an original post IN CHARACTER (sometimes included even if AR only speaks in the tags)

#ar answers - when AR replies to asks IN CHARACTER (sometimes included even if AR only speaks in the tags)

#ar asks - when AR sends an ask to a blog IN CHARACTER (sometimes included even if AR only speaks in the tags)

#ar comments - when AR comments on posts they were not originally involved in IN CHARACTER (sometimes included even if AR only speaks in the tags)

#ar _____s ooc - when AR makes an original post, replies to asks, sends asks, or comments on posts OUT OF CHARACTER, explaining something that is happening to the blog admin irl

Speaking Tags - All

If only ONE person is speaking in/making a post, whether it’s Che’nya or AR, assume the person “talking” in the tags is them, even with no name identifier. However, if both are speaking, they will identify themselves.

#che’nya: Che’nya is speaking in this tag

#ar: AR is speaking in this tag - in character

#ooc: if you see this tag, I am talking as the admin and out of character, but this is not on a post I have made specifically to speak OOC

Event Tags

Whenever there is a fun situation that lasts a while happening on the blog, there will be a tag specific to the event! It will be formatted like this…

#che’nya event: [event]

Some people have been given their own unique tag. Here’s a list of those who have earned their own kind of cat bell from me that I tend to ring the most often! (let me know if you want to be untagged) There are some other people who have bells, but I don’t tag them as often.

Cat Bell Buddies 🔔

@1930sdarlin: #darlin megs 💖

@blind0raven

Foxy: #boxy foxy birdy friend

Kibby: #👑🦊

@castaway-achlys

Castor: #⭐️🔭😸

Pollux: #💫🔭😸

@disgruntled-prince: #🦁💜😸

I will make a post with more information about Che’nya specifically later to link here, but for now… I think they deserve to finally have a place of honor on Che’nya’s blog!

Relationships 😻

Nightlight - Che’nya and his Star, Castor

(@castaway-achlys)

✨🌙⭐️✨

Darli’nya - Che’nya and his Darlin, Megs

(@1930sdarlin)

✨💜💖✨

Leo’nya - Che’nya and His Highness, Leona

(@disgruntled-prince)

✨😸🦁✨

AR: Fuck my life this was supposed to be shorter than the last one…

Che’nya: Well… at least it’s more organized? And, to be fair, you did have more things to add on this one than the last one.

AR: *sobbing*

Che’nya: =o_o=

Credit and thanks to @cafekitsune for the dividers!