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embracing you (in sin) || Caleb | Xia Yi Zhou

Summary:

You have loved Caleb since you could remember. And you're sure he feels the same. Yet, he never approached you the way you want, need him to. So, you can't help but resort to something special so he can finally give in.

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Pairing:

Caleb | Xia Yi Zhou / f!Reader | MC

Tags/CW:

Minors and Ageless Blogs DNI!! pwp, dub/noncon, aphrosidiacs/drugging him, pseudo-incest, nipple play, handjob, thigh riding, consuming each other as a love language idk, guided masturbation (with his bionic arm o7), piv, reader riding him, freak4freak, delusional reader, but lowkey, they're right djfdsklfjs

Note:

passed out after seeing his myth and found this LMAO anyway

There’s something about Skyhaven, something looming over your head, even with sunshine raining on your skin. Something that makes your bones shiver with the underlying current. It’s quite different than Linkon City, but you don’t mind, you would gladly let this feeling blanket you, soaking in it until you’re part of this place.

Especially with today’s plans. A date with Caleb. Well, technically it isn’t a date per se, but more of an outing together. But you had your own plans, keen on pushing him to the edge until he finally accepts that this is a date. All that talk about keeping you safe by his side, yet he hesitates to properly name what’s going on between you, almost like there’s something stopping him. And you’re going to get rid of his hesitancy, in one way or another.

With a light skip in your steps, you make your way towards the rendezvous point. This is supposed to be a light lunch, a get-together between your busy, colliding schedules. And your heart is pounding in your chest, excited to finally see him again, to be able to gaze into his amethyst-like eyes, filled with softness only towards you, to tickle a mischievous grin out of him, one reminiscent of your shared childhood.

Of course, Caleb has insisted on making the food himself, instead of going to some place and having you eat someone else’s food and risk liking it more than you do his. Just the thought of telling him the achievements of someone else makes your tummy clench, imagining the furrow of his brows as he looks at you, disbelief and some sort of angry jealousy tinting his gaze. And the way he would grasp at words to get you to think about him and only him. In a way, you would make him think only of you, more intensely than he already does, and you keep acting like you don’t realize his feelings, like it’s not obvious how much he wants to trap you with him, to chain you to his life, forever. But you do know, and as much as you would love to be kept and pampered by him, you enjoy his reactions much more.

Nevertheless, even with his desire towards you so obvious, he has yet to lay a single finger on you. All this time, he gets closer and closer, but never close enough. Your provocations not enough to get him to snap. So, you will take matters into your own hands.

A smile on your lips, you watch as he opens the door before you could even raise your hand to knock. Of course, Caleb knows where you are and what you’re doing at all times, he surely would know when you would arrive at his doorsteps.

“Well, look who’s here, if that’s not my favorite girl,” he smiles and cocks his head as he closes the door behind you.

You furrow your eyebrows. “The concept of you having a favorite girl implies you know others, how could you do this to me. You, my dear brother of all people,” you huff and cross your arms.

A chuckle. “There’s no need to worry, I’ve got only eyes on you, my good girl,” he comes up to you and raises his hand to ruffle your hair.

You let him, even if usually you would either dodge or swat his hand away. This time, though, all you do is look up to him through your eyelashes, keeping the pout on your face to show your dissatisfaction. Even if you’re not truly dissatisfied, rather, you wouldn’t mind having his hands all over you.

After he has taken his fill, he motions you to follow him to the kitchen, food already spread all over the table.

“You’ve arrived earlier than expected, so I couldn’t finish everything in time. Do you wanna lend me a hand?” he asks, his back turned towards you as he grabs a knife to finish cutting an apple.

Affirmation resounds from your throat, because you couldn’t ensure that he wouldn’t be able to hear the suppressed grin breaking over your face. That’s a lie. He lied to you. Caleb knew exactly when you would arrive, how else did he open the door just in time. It seems he doesn’t know that you’re aware of his behaviour, and simply orchestrated this situation to simulate some domesticity between you, like you’re sharing a home, again.

But you see your chance and you grab it by the throat. With a couple steps you open the fridge to take out his favorite drink, grabbing two glasses from the cabinet and slowly filling them with the liquid. His has a little less, because you pull out a little glass vial out of your shirt, hidden underneath the layers. Careful to not cause any big, sudden splashes, you pour the content of the vial into his glass. And as fast as you had pulled it out, you put it back into its hiding spot.

Your own glass in your hand, you raise it to your mouth and take a sip, seeing the little lipstick stain as you straighten it out. That way, there’s no possibility of mixing the drinks together. With a little hum and both glasses in your hands, you place them each on one side, one designated for him, and one for you. He likes having an advantage in his position, so he has insisted on staying in the same spot. And you let him, even if you did put up a front, telling him that you’re strong enough to fend for yourself.

It doesn’t take long until everything is set and you take a seat across him.

“Everything just for you, dig in,” Caleb tells you with a smile, and you smile back with a thanks and take the cutlery to begin your meal.

While you enjoy the food he has prepared, just to your taste to the point, you carefully watch him, feeling a tingle of excitement every time he sips from the prepared drink. The dose was pretty high, considering that he might have developed some resistance due to his military training, but it still should be enough to subdue and subjugate him.

The meal is filled with the little joys of being in each other's presence, teasing and laughing, reminiscing. You notice that his usually precise moves begin to be sloppy ever so slightly. So, you rest your head in your palm, batting your eyelashes while furrowing your eyebrows, letting worry tint your voice.

“Ah, brother dearest, you seem tired, maybe you should lay down for a bit while I do the dishes,” you suggest. There’s some hesitancy at this, so you add, “I will take good care of you after I’m done, I promise.”

These words seem to have their own allure, as he immediately sighs, pressing his fingers against his temple. “Maybe you’re right…”

“Of course, I am, have I ever said anything wrong, ever?” At this, Caleb just gives you a look and you grin with a giggle.

Standing up, you begin to collect the dishes, watching him slightly stumble as he tries to get to his room. You will take your time with cleaning the kitchen, as you want to make sure that the effects have truly kicked in. And how could you truly enjoy yourself if the place is a mess anyway.

After some time, you dry your hands on a towel, listening to the noises in the apartment. And then you spot it, panting, drowned out by the walls and something else.

A grin spreads over your face and you walk to his room, opening the door without knocking. The first sight is an exciting one: Caleb spread over his bed, flushed, trying to get more and more layers of clothes off, but his body barely listens to him, lethargic and trembling, a bulge visible in his pants, hazy eyes looking at you as you come closer.

With a coo, you sit on the edge of the bed, caressing his face with your fingertips, and this touch alone is enough to make him tremble and grunt.

“My beloved brother, are you in pain? Do you want me to relieve you? Let your sister take care of you, like we used to…” you smile and press a kiss to his forehead.

You don’t wait for an answer before you press your lips to his, carefully at first, nothing more than a peck. Yet, that’s enough to send a thrill through your body. This is what you have always wanted, intimacy and love, touches and more. You wouldn’t have to go through all that, if he just relented, if he just gave in to your shared desire, but no, you had to take it this way.

Your eyes meet his and he only stares back, desire and love and confusion swirling through them. You take his jaw in your hands, murmuring against his lips.

“This is for both of us.”

Once again you kiss him, but this time, you get him to open his mouth, just for you, and you push your tongue against his, exploring him, touching him in ways you could have only imagined, in ways that most wouldn’t even dream of.

He moans against your mouth and his hips rut into nothing. Noticing that, you let off of him, feeling heat rushing through you as a string of saliva connects you.

“Oh, do you need more?” you ask, climbing onto the bed to get rid of his clothes, to expose his desire for you; to see.

Considering that he already did half the work in his daze to cool down, it was easy to peel his shirt off of Caleb. His skin underneath already sticky with sweat and with nothing but lust leading you, you sink your mouth into him. Lips traveling over the column of his throat, over his collarbones, sinking teeth at every sweet spot, tasting him on your tongue as you lap over his skin.

Slowly, you work yourself lower, marking him in a way a sibling would not, bruises and indents. Your hips end up straddling his thigh, pure muscle and such a good fit, pressing into your core the way you want. Meanwhile, your mouth has found his nipple, tongue lapping over it, sucking on it, feeling the way Caleb tenses under your ministrations. Especially as your hand caresses his other pec, drawing faint circles over his nipple, only to pinch and twist, earning yourself a low groan and a twitch against your lower body.

You completely forgot to take his pants off in your daze to get a taste, but that should not be a hindrance, not at all. Rather, you let your free hand wander over his abs, his v-line, carefully mapping everything and noting his most sensitive spots. Until your fingertips meet his waistband, only to dive underneath it, caressing his pelvis and then over his whole length, featherlight, discovering a wet spot spread over his briefs.

The realization how well-endowed he is makes you clench, and you pant, slowly grinding your clit against his thigh. Carefully, you rub your thumb against his tip, spreading precum all over it.

“You want me as much as I want you, don’t you, brother?” you pant, nuzzling his chest, feeling the vibrations of his groans.

The effects must be pretty good if he’s in such a daze, not even coherent thoughts can escape his lips.

A hum, as you continue to caress and take care of his chest, licking and biting, as your hand takes him, barely able to grasp him properly. With soft pumps, you take on a slow pace, taking your time, feeling him react, feeling his desire and lust towards you. Each time you move, you can’t help but grind your core against his thigh at the same pace, growing needier and needier, whimpering his name. The more you want, the faster your motions grow.

His lower body tenses with each jerk of your wrist, with each press against his tip, and all he can do is grab at the bedsheets, unable to control his body enough to truly touch you, to get some sort of control over this situation. All he can do is murmur your name like a prayer, like a confession of his sins born out of love.

Your hips rut against his tensed muscle, faster and faster, hitting that sweet spot, your clit throbbing with want, imagining his length moving against your folds instead of the cloth between your bodies. How warm he would feel, how great. Just the image of him filling you, taking you, desiring you makes you clench around nothing, tensing more and more. Leading to you putting more pressure, more pace into your movements, almost begging him to come.

“Ah, brother, please, show me how much you love me,” you moan, and you feel him twitch at your words, and as you’re grasping at everything you can get, you repeat your words. “Love me, love me, love me, only me.”

This with the added touches against his sensitive tip, seems to get Caleb, as he unravels underneath you, spilling uncontrollably over your hand. And the feeling of him cumming against your skin, pushes you over the edge, and you moan his name as you climax.

With heavy pants, you pull your hand out of his clothes, bringing it to your mouth, making eye contact with him as you slowly lick his cum off of you, showing him the way he coats you, marking you in a way, showing him as you consume a part of him, a keepsake just for you.

After you have licked yourself clean, you hurry to take the rest of your clothes and his off, you don’t want anything between you anymore, and the cloth is just in the way. With his sluggish body, it took you some time to properly get rid of his pants and briefs, but the sight is absolutely worth it. His thick thighs tense, his cock heavy and needy, his shoulders and neck flushed. His chest raising and falling in heavy pants. You can’t help but nuzzle his thigh and give his shaft a small kiss.

“How lovely, is this all for me?” you murmur, before climbing on top of him once again, straddling his hips just in position to barely miss each other.

You have done that, because as much as you desire each other, you still wanted to try something. And to do that, you grab his right hand, carefully, detangling his fingers from the bedsheets to interlock with yours. A kiss on knuckles.

“I can’t believe they would do that to you, how are you supposed to feel your sister now?”

Stretching his fingers, the ones looking so human, yet entirely fabricated, unfeeling, you kiss their pads. They feel entirely human to your touch, yet must be foreign to him, a phantom, moving and receiving, but never feeling. You tongue licks at his ring finger, watching as he frowns, as the reaction fails to appear.

You sigh. “What a shame… But I suppose, I can let you choose, hm? This is for your enjoyment, too, after all. Left or right?”

His right arm twitches and you blink in surprise. “Oh, really? I would have expected you to choose the other one, hm… alright, I suppose I can indulge you with your silly antics, how usual of you.”

Carefully, you wrap your hand around his bigger one in a way which allows you to control its movements pretty well. Like this, you lead his hand over your throat, letting one finger rest against your pulse, fingers moving ever so slightly. With as much control as you get, you let his fingers caress your collarbone, traveling towards the peak of your chest. There, you let his fingertips rest against your nipple and you feel his muscles twitch, as if he’s trying to touch you more, to please you more, to feel you in any capacity he can. So, you press his pads against the hardened nub, shivering at the way he squeezes your chest.

Continuing, his palm reaches your lower tummy, his whole hand almost reaching from rib to rib, and imagining him holding you down with one hand as he does as he pleases, makes you clench, desire fueling you even more. Pressing his palm against your pelvis, you lean closer to him.

“Have you ever imagined how it might feel? Filling me to the brim? Completing each other in a way siblings should not want? Because I have, so many times…”

You lean your head back, rolling your eyes, your fantasies swarming your brain, and you’re so close to fulfilling them, one by one. But you cannot do this if you’re not looking at him, so you open your eyes to gaze at him, watching his throat bop, his brows furrowed as he tries to get a feel from the unrealness connected to him. Caleb doesn’t answer your question directly, but the way his hard length twitches against your backside, the way his lower body tenses underneath you, tell you enough.

One last motion, and his fingers are touching you, and using your own fingers as support, you use his to spread yourself open, just for him to see, letting his digits glide between your folds, pressing the pads against your needy clit, just the way you like it. Just the way you like it, but it’s almost like he’s the one pleasing you.

“Hm, learning this hands-on isn’t a bad idea, is it?”

His fingers circle your clit, at the right pace with the right pressure. And you almost forget it’s you who’s in charge of this, enjoying the feeling of his thick, yet elegant fingers touching you, filling you with warmth you’ve never felt before. Your wetness spreads all over him, dribbling down his hand, and the sight of you all over him, makes you dizzy, your hip grinding, begging for more. But you don’t want his fingers in you, not yet, your first time with him has to be him filling you with his length, pressing into you until you lose your breath. Just the anticipation, coupled with the way his thumb swipes over your clit, sends you over the edge and you cum, moaning his name, holding his fingers against yourself, letting him watch the way he can make you fall apart.

Pulling his hand from between your thighs, you watch the way it shines underneath the light, only to lead it to his mouth. “Want to have a little taste?”

His eyelids blink slowly, eyes dark with desire and lust, and you watch as his tongue laps you up, consuming you with the same ferocity you have consumed him; a vow, binding.

After making sure Caleb has gotten every bit he desired, you allowed him to grab you hip, taking his other hand onto the other side. His fingers immediately dig into your flesh, and you can’t help but moan. His strength is slowly coming back, but that’s okay, you still have enough time to finish what you have started, to stoke the flame into an ever-consuming blaze.

With a slight sway of your hips, his tip is grazing your folds, and just this touch sends electricity through your body. Whimpering, barely holding onto your patience, you let his whole length glide through your folds, pressing against your sensitive clit, and you might just cum from that alone, just the way he feels against you.

Heavy pants wrack your body, as you lead him to your entrance. And then he’s inside you. Stretching you to an impossible degree. You move your hips, grinding to get more and more of him into you. His groans mix with yours, and you can’t help but lean down to capture him in a kiss, one messy and needy and full of desire and lust. His tongue pushes against yours, his hips rutting into you and he swallows your moans greedily, like he wants to be only one to ever hear them.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders and you call out to him once he bottoms out in you, feeling him so deep in you, unlike anything you have ever experienced. A perfect fit.

And you can’t help but take your time, enjoy the fullness he gives you, the completeness, the warmth. Until you feel him twitch inside you, needy, and you begin to move your hips, raising them until he’s almost slipping out of you, only to let yourself sink on him once again, slowly, especially as he hits every spot inside of you. You love dragging your motions out, getting the most of it. But it seems, like Caleb doesn’t share that sentiment, as his hands begin to control you, pushing and pulling, speed picking up, until he takes over completely, your mind hazy with him, him, him.

Teeth dig into the soft skin between neck and shoulder, and you clench around him, hard, leading to him pushing himself deeper and deeper into you. And a moan of your name against your skin, his tongue caressing the indents, snaps the tension in you and you climax over him, tightening around him, digging your fingernails into his muscles, his name spilling over your lips like a prayer. All these reactions from you, seem to unravel him, as he spills in you, your insides warming over with his marks, with him. A part of him belongs to you now, forever, and nobody can take that away from you.

You slump against him, as you let him stay inside you, connected in a way no other can. His arms wrap around you, his lips move against your ear.

“You have to finish what you started, my good girl,” he rasps, eyes wandering all over you, thinking of all the ways he can take you now.

And you only smile at him, excitement bubbling between your ribs, as you have successfully broken down his walls. Caleb now desires you as much as you desire him, and you know that he will show you his love for you every possible chance he gets; for the rest of your lifetimes, together, bound by this unholy act of your feelings. Sins you embrace with joy, the same way you embrace him with love.

[saemisic]

(💭) ──── Under the Radar ! ━ wherein ,you get caught by dispatch ? !

─── 𝓁𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴, 𝒸𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢 & 𝒶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ; ENHYPEN (hyung line) x ℱem ! reader + idol! au, cursing, hateful comments :( + fluff, slight angst + wc: 675!

(꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱) -> sae's thoughts: IM BACCCKKKKK muhehehe - i rllyyrlly hope you guys like this , this was technically supposed to be OT7 but i got lazy >//<

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠.

The white screen lit up heeseung's face as he stared in horror at the tweet hashtag and photo that was trending. It was a photo of the two of you, holding hands after a date night , smiles lighting up your guys faces. The trending new hashtag was #HEEYN which had mixed reviews. Some were supportive while some said disgustingly vile things about the both you. He never even imagined getting exposed like this, sure, he wanted to share your guy's love to ENGENES but not now... you guys barley went out for dates for the fear of being caught was too much. The one time you did however... As he stared disbelief morphing into his features , the company caller ID popped and he knew that the both of you were in for quite a sitting.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠.

Jay had been having a relatively good day, practice had went well, he ate some good food. I mean the couldn't get any better , since he also planned a night in with you. That was until he opened we verse only to find hundreds of messages demanding an explanation. the photo was you and jay in his car chatting. Dispatched also had also claimed that the relationship had been going on for months now. Some fans were normal, congratulating the two of you but some were now demanding Jay left the group. The only thing he could think of was to call you and make sure , fans weren't attacking you. He knew from rumors and simply being online how cruel ENGENES could be - he could only wait and see what the company would say.

𝐒𝐢𝐦 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐮𝐧.

The ring of the phone, caught Jakes attentions as your ID appeared. A smile broke out as he picked up "Hi bab-" "Jake you stupid idiot have you not seen the trending ?" you said panic evident in your voice. He quickly put you on speaker as he went onto social media. Sure enough, there was a photo of the two of you at the dog park with Layla laughing and hugging. " See!" you said, " what are we going to do now?" you said now panicked and desperate. "Hey! its okay, we will figure this out, you cant let the hate get to you" he said trying to calm you down. The call ended abruptly as Jake sighed, he knew what it meant to even start a relationship but was it really a crime to fall in love?

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧.

As he sat in the leather chair of the company meeting room, nervousness itched at him. There was really only one possible reason he could be in here and he didn't know how they would react. He had seen on NAVER and twitter the photos. Fans claimed they were not you or edited but he and everyone with a function brain knew better. he side profile was very easy to recognize and you were a big name in the industry as well. The two of you were constantly being watched so you had to try be as secretive as possible. Obviously, that failed. As the wooden doors opened , he stood up bowing. "Sunghoon, i presume you know why you are here then right" the man said. "yes, sir" he replied meekly.

network tags -> @sgz-net && @k-films

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@inept-the-magnificent I would thank you for the tag, but you need to pay for your crimes 😑 HOW DARE YOU? Straight to jail (honestly there would probably be some Pbois there waiting for you so I’m sure it’s fine? 🤗)

Round 1: Javi G. v Dave v Pero

I’m going to start off controversial: we’re gonna say bye to Javi G 🫣🫣🫣 he’s a sweetheart but it was a process of elimination thing and if I’m being real honest here, he might be too sweet for me 😅😅 (lemme call my therapist real quick?)

I just want one night with Dave; I assume he would need control and I would like him to have it 😌 - SMUSH

And I’m actually thrilled to marry my scruffy, ill-tempered mercenary 🥹 He’s soft (and bathed) for those he’s closest to, I just know it.

Round 2: Marcus M. v Oberyn v Ezra

Marry Marcus M, no question - considerate, competent, honourable and looks great in a tac vest? Put me down for forever please.

Smushing Oberyn is the only option for this man; he has a lot to teach and he’s generous and experimental. Would be a fool not to take advantage of all that experience if it was offered 🤗

I might get pelted with tomatoes for this but I’m saying bye to Ezra because I’ve never seen Prospect 🫣🫣🫣🫣 byeeeeee 🏃🏻‍♀️💨

Round 3: Tim v Din v Whiskey

Let’s get the easy one out of the way (sorry) - bye Whiskey 🫣 He looks great in a one piece snow suit but he was also willing to execute millions of people in a horrifying manner instead of addressing the systemic problems that led them to make those decisions he didn’t agree with in the first place??

Now, here’s where things get impossible tough 😭😭 It broke my heart to choose but I think I have to marry Din. It’s the only way that the helmet comes off without him falling into a shame spiral and possibly drowning himself afterwards. Plus he needs the love 🥺

Tim needs love too, but I’ll settle for one hot night of smush if that’s my only option. Holster stays on tho.

(But if I could have an Earth Husband and a Space Husband, I’d choose that in a heartbeat)

Round 4: Javi P v Lucien v Dieter

I would marry Javier Peña everyday, TWICE. He’s a deeply feeling do gooder who just needs somewhere to feel safe enough to let his guard down. Lemme be your safe, baby 🥺

Smushing Lucien as long as I have a ride to the clinic the next day to get tested for STIs, and we do it missionary so that chain can *** ** ** *** **** 😩😩😩

Wouldn’t mind the weight of Dieter on me but technically he died in The Bubble right? We already said bye so maybe it won’t hurt so bad 🤷🏻‍♀️

Round 5: Acacius v Joel v Frankie

*STOMPS FEET* ABSOLUTELY NOT, I REFUSE 😤😤😤😤

Please know that Emily does not stand by anything she says below and can and will change her mind and just marry them all 😑

Marrying Joel because we only have less than four more months with this man and I’m gonna make him the happiest, coziest home until it’s over 😭😭😭😭

P himself said that the Gladiator era is the strongest he’s ever been? Would like to smush Acacius and find out what that feels like, thanks 😌 (but if he calls me My Lady, we’re getting married too)

Gahhhh 😩😩 I guess that leaves Frankie to say by- NOPE WON’T DO IT, COULD NEVER. The best I can manage is to help him fake his death and then we run away (and get married). Hurray!

Omigod that was so hard 😭

NPT to play @aurorawritestoescape @joelmillerisapunk @sawymredfox @milla-frenchy @magpiepills

Gifs we will play at their funerals:

Comment who you’d choose from each round 👀🥵

[t00tsmcgee]

Rook as a Companion Banter Episode One: Neve

Not sure how many of these I will do but I wrote a BUNCH of banter with every companion for my own writing challenge so y'all are just gonna have to bear with me or block the tag 'Rook companion banter'

Part One (Neve)| Part Two (Bellara)

Little backstory for this character. His name is Calais Ingellvar, he's a Mournwatcher, and is referred to as a spirit guide, granted the power of a spirit of Mercy who saved him when he was just a baby, before he was found by Vorgoth in the Necropolis.

Cal has the ability to reach into the veil and speak with spirits as if they're standing right there, without them manifesting. He's also a very talented healer due to his empathetic abilities. His left leg was severely injured in the same attack that prompted the spirit of Mercy to save him as an infant, and the injury never healed right. He walks with a cane/staff to help him get around better. He has two pet rats, and is romantically interested in Lucanis.

If you want more details, he has a whole post to himself here!

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Calais: “Neve, how about a game?” Neve: “A game? What sort of game?” Calais: “Two truths and a lie. I tell you three things and you have to pick out which is the lie. I played it with Vorgoth all the time.” Neve: “Alright, should be fun.” Calais: “You should be good at this, by all accounts. Being a detective and all.” Neve: “We’ll see if you’re good at lying or not.” Calais: “Oh no, I’m awful. Vorgoth used to beat me at it all the time.”

Neve: “I once solved a case involving a dowager, a dog and a drug dealer.” Calais: “Sure.” Neve: “I only ever eat fried fish.” Calais: “Problematic, but continue.” Neve: *light chuckle* “I like reading historic novels.” Calais: “Ohh, I don’t know. The first one is true?” Neve: “It is.” Calais: “I haven’t seen you read any novels since we got to the Lighthouse.. but I’ve also not seen you eat anything other than fried fish.” Neve: “So which will it be?” Calais: “I’m going with the fish one isn’t true. At least I hope it’s not.” Neve: “You got it. I also eat vegetables. Sometimes.” Calais: “Well, thank the maker for that.”

Neve: “I like to play chess.” Calais: “Oh are we playing again? Hit me.” Neve: “I once staked out a case for a full two weeks.” Calais: “Right.” Neve: “Maybe I don’t hate that Lucanis is introducing me to a richer and more varied diet.” Calais: “Honestly, me too. He is a very good cook.” Neve: “He is.” Calais: “I say the stake out is fake.” Neve: “Right again. I must not be very good at lying.” Calais: “This one was easy. I’ve seen you play chess with yourself and others. And I see you gorging on Lucanis’ food every day.” Neve: “What can I say? It’s good.” Calais: “It is.”

Calais: “I have a spirit grandma.” Neve: *laughing* “What?” Calais: “My father is some kind of eldritch creature potentially thousands of years old.” Neve: “I think I see what’s happening.” Calais: “I once spoke to Andraste herself in a dream.” Neve: “Ohh, this one is hard! I don’t know. The second one is true for sure. The first one could very well be true… but the third one happened to me as well. Hmm..I’m going to go with the first one isn’t true.” Calais: “Is that your final answer?” Neve: “Well that doesn’t bode well. Is the first one true?!” Calais: “Yes it is. Her name is Nana.” Neve: “And the dream of Andraste?” Calais: “It wasn’t a dream. I accidentally took some of Myrna’s special incense and burned a little too much of it. It was.. enlightening.” Neve: “Damn, got me on a technicality!”

Neve: “So what did Andraste say to you? When you burned Myrna’s incense?” Calais: *laughing* “It wasn’t anything interesting, I assure you.” Neve: “Well, I asked, didn’t I?” Calais: “You did. Very well, if you must know, she told me about the dangers of not washing behind your ears before she morphed into a giant mushroom.” Neve: *Snort* “Did she really?” Calais: “She made a very pretty mushroom.” Calais: “I killed a man in cold blood.” Neve: “Confessing your crimes in front of a detective?” Calais: “I grew up lonely and ostracized because I’m weird and don’t fit.” Neve: “Cal..” Calais: “I don’t hate myself for the simple fact I can’t keep up.” Neve: “Let’s not do this.” Calais: “Depression’s one hell of a thing.” Neve: “Now that one I know is true.”

Calais: “Did you eat my chocolate raisins?” Neve: “Oh, those were yours? Sorry.” Calais: “It’s alright. I took some of your anise flavoured treats instead.” Neve: “I thought some were missing. I guess we’re even then.” Calais: “I also took some fish for my rats.” Neve: “Well I knew about that one from the smell.” Calais: *chuckle* “Can’t keep anything hidden from our detective it seems.”

[bacchuschucklefuck]

soon it'll be dawn again

transcript under the cut ⏬

page 01

Fig: no way? - you're still up?

Riz: Wh– yes?

Riz: Why'd I not be.

page 02

Fig: I me~~ean - that took.

Fig: whole day.

Riz: Yeah?

Fig: 'm beat.

Riz: you should sleep.

page 03

Fig: nah. my guy's still up

Fig: I wanna hang out.

page 04

Riz: That's really nice.

Fig: Hah! - Nobody ever expects an Archdevil rockstar to be nice.

Riz: … yeah. - 's just budget work tho. (the stuff I'm working on) - I've heard it's boring.

page 05

Fig: yeah, but you do it…

Riz: It keeps things going, right? - Nothing happens if nobody sits down and - does the thing.

Fig: That's right… - though. Yeah.

page 06

Fig: sometimes it's someone else who - doesn't want the same thing to happen.

Riz: … - mm.

page 07

Riz (off screen): …It took me a long time to get that not everyone likes doing what I do. - 's probably because you guys are so nice– - or. - kind.

Riz (off screen): to anyone too, not just. - the people you /love/.

page 08

Riz: that's not how it is elsewhere. - The world's– not. hostile. - but 's not like it's kind.

Riz: So I'm doing as much as I can now… 

page 09

Fig: Hey.

Riz: ?

Fig: Go dig some dirt with me.

page 10

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - oh you meant like - actual dirt. (not incriminating information)

Fig: o yea.

Fig: there's clay in the backyard soil. - sometimes when I'm sun deficient or something I go touch dirt for a bit.

page 11

Fig: here u go

page 12

Riz: uh

Fig: now we make a thing! - 'm pretty good at freehanding a bowl.

Fig: I'll show u

page 13

Fig: just– yep, flatten that out as evenly as u can, then–! - actually ur nails'd be so good at cutting out the strip. [larger than usual space] wait. - wait. wait u can carve patterns with them! we HAVE to try

Riz: uh - What. do I carve?

Fig: anything!!!

page 14

Fig: and– yep just seal the inside uh. seam?

Fig: yep that works - okay time's up! all contestant hands up

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - okay - wh. what's next?

Fig: haha - watch this.

(sound effect text): FWOO—MP

page 15

Riz: WH– DON'T JUST DO THAT???

Fig: Now it's fired!

Riz: THAT WAS NOT SAFE

Fig: (actually it's just dry. if u add water rn it'll dissolve)

Fig: ok catch!

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - careful!!

Fig: dw no need haha

page 16

Riz (thought bubble): oh - it's warm…

Fig: now I want you to throw this.

page 17

Fig: u gotta do it - c'mon

page 18

Riz: wh– - It's like 3AM right now

Fig: oh it's not /fired/ fired it's not gonna make a loud noise

Riz: And then just? leave a pile out here?

Fig: pour water over it & it'll be gone I told u

Riz: but

page 19

Fig (off screen): RIz.

page 20

Fig: I've done all this before.

Fig: Can you trust that at least?

page 21

Riz: no, I– - I do. - I trust you.

page 23

Riz: okay what happens now

(sound effect text): glob

page 24

Fig: we do it again!

page 25

Riz: wh. [larger than usual space] What do you mean. (this clay's too wet also)

Fig: see! you're already learning

Fig: [blank speech bubble] - there are flows that are futile to fight. - The world changes.

Fig: Things change.

page 26

Fig: I've learned my lessons with "forevers". - But - as an artist

Fig: I can give you one thing: - You can always do it again.

page 27

Fig: most of everything depends on the rest of the world, - but this. - making new. - that's yours as long as you want it.

page 28

Fig: So?

page 29

Riz: Yeah. - Yeah! - let's make another one.

[palossssssand]

grief paralysis

[spotaus]

Okay! This one is less rendered than the other two, but here's some doodles of Tulpa figuring out how to co-exist! (Aka Fresh not taking training seriously while Dream is trying desperately to get his friends to think he's normal.)

When Dream first returns to the Star Sans', he finds himself in a pickle, because he needs Fresh to move his body. Sure, they made a tentative agreement that Dream trusted Fresh not to break, but Dream hadn't been specific enough with the guidelines.

Fresh pilots Dream's body based on the commands from his soul, but more often than not Fresh simply decides not to listen. Sometimes when they're training, Fresh will suddenly make Dream fumble his bow or send an arrow flying way off-target. Dream is always frustrated by this, unaware that Fresh it doing it for his own good and is forcing the guardian to take a break.

Blue was also made aware of Fresh very early on. One day he was passing the kitchen where Dream was cooking and spotted how Fresh's little form was wiggling out of the hole on Dream's skull. Blue made Eye-contact with Fresh, but said nothing since it seemed like Dream was aware and didn't mind. He waited until Dream told him to acknowledge the parasite directly, but suddenly a bunch of Dream's weird actions made sense to him. Blue regularly makes sure to check in on Dream, before abd after he's aware of Fresh, because he knows Dream works himself into the ground.

Dream (eventually) figures out that Fresh was being clumsy for his sake and nearly cries about it (even his mother and the villagers never did that for him, and Blue was the only other person to ever pull him away from training for his own good) so he gets a bit emotional. He feels bad for how angry he used to get at Fresh for doing that, but Fresh never gave him a proper explanation either, so it was a two-way street.

And while Fresh was lienent around Blue and Ink, he never slipped up around Nightmare's gang. Though, he did fight seriously, which to him might look like goofing off, which is completely separate from Dream's fighting style. (For now Dream uses Arrows and his Bow, but I'm thinking Tulpa has a T-Shirt Canon or a Nerf Gun by the time they make-up.)

Ideally Fresh cannot be seen during combat because he actually pilots from around Dream's soul, but sometimes his parasite form expands to support Dream's weak joints and act like a shock-absorber.

[hotvintagepoll]

Oh no I missed coffee night!!!!

I wanted to ask you about Hitchcock 😔 If you're willing to answer, which movies of his do you think are overrated and which do you think are actually good? He's my most watched director (because film school) but I only genuinely like a few of his films and always disagreed with my classmates about which ones were the best

I feel like I'm holding up a Daffy Duck style sign that says "shoot me" because Hitchcock is so well thought of by cinephiles versus me, the basic horny mod who watches movies with hot people in them. With that said, I remember Rope, Dial M for Murder, North by Northwest, and To Catch a Thief all left me a bit flat, because I felt like he was prioritizing pushing technical limits or creating extravagant images over deeper characters and relationships. I love a good technical limit-pushing, but it needs to serve the story! And sometimes I feel like he has an idea he wants to try or an image he wants to show and puts so much focus on developing it that characters' reality and interest kind of falls by the wayside—they become pawns navigating his situations, instead of interesting characters in their own right.

To be fair, this is more a characteristic of his later work than his early work—The Lady Vanishes is one of my favorite movies, and I remember Notorious and Spellbound both being enjoyable when I watched them a few years ago. Again, basic film watcher here. Don't show this post to the Criterion collection.

[miharuhebinata]

you guys really weren't kidding about how fucking good lake mungo is

[possamble]

AHA thank u i was mostly just. frantically pulling the "no hetero" card bc farcille is super super always endgame for me and the "marcille has two hands" thing is absolutely not for me and my personal characterization of marcille

i like. can't find it anymore for some reason but there was a farcille fic set just after the shuro confrontation where laios reaches over to hold marcille's hand and ask her if she likes him or if she's just tolerating him too and it was so. the vulnerability. the puppyness.

that safety and security he must feel in knowing that she wears her heart on her sleeve and he will always know when she's unhappy with him because she will absolutely let it be known. the way that falin's first revival was the turning point for the way he felt about her because, for the first time in his life, protecting falin wasn't something he had to shoulder alone. there was finally someone else who cared about her as much as he did (in his eyes, resenting his parents for failing to protect her) and would stop at nothing to save her. the way it must have been proof for him that, not only was falin not alone anymore, he wasn't alone anymore.

idk why i like rather than dislike the fact that his only framework for parsing how he feels about "the first girl other than his sister that he's ever cared this much about" is a comphet romantic lens. like he would have the autism moment of fully assuming that he's in love with her for a while and just like. not? doing anything about it? because he doesn't feel the urge to, nor is he sad that he knows marcille would mostly likely never "feel the same way" about him?

like. he "figures out" that he's "in love with marcille" with all the passion of printing out a label and sticking it onto a favourite scrapbook for organizational purposes. he's equally happy to be her husband or brother-in-law so long as it means she stays close and is part of his family.

i know logically i should hate it but it's sooo crunchy to me. my comphet besties ever. designated plus one and dance partner to all fancy and formal occasions. having actual real chemistry but the "romantic" part of it is some weird shapeshifter smokescreen. augh

[azol-otl]

DVD commentary about half footJason. He's such a little guy but God I love him.

Anything, brujay/royjay/jaydick, please tell me more about his relationships.

Ahhh Jaysun (half-foot Jason) my incredibly unwell little guy. For those who don't know, I have two fics about a dcu and dungeon meshi fusion (shameless self plug). There's a lot of words so...whoops lol.

So the thing about the Dungeon Meshi universe, is that when you put in dc, the subtext involving classism, racism and such that the author's don't think about/unwittingly put in becomes straight text. And in that it can lead to a lot of unfortunate implications becoming very...straight up there. And I'll openly admit that I'm pretty biased against Bruce so it won't be kind to him.

Jaysun (Jay + Sun to fit with the half-foot naming convention), was created when I started looking more into the lore of Dungeon Meshi. With half-foots known as thieves, liars, and shady overall and the general populace not even thinking twice about exploiting them or seeing them as the bottom of the hierarchy, it reads a lot like how dc makes heroes view criminals and poverty (if they aren't infantalizing the poor which is also a thing that the setting does to half-foots). And unlike "demi-humans" they're part of overall mainstream society instead of something separate (and not considered human). Which to me felt like a perfect fit for Jason both as Robin and as an adult because it's a life that Bruce wouldn't even be able to fathom. Alongside that, with a lower life expectancy, Bruce's patronizing attitude (and that of everyone else) is only aggravated and increased towards Jaysun.

Meanwhile Bruce, to me, has to be in a position of privilege and wealth for his whole thing to work. A lot of his flaws and skills comes from that disconnect. And in Dungeon Meshi, the most privileged are Elves and Dwarves. And for Bruce I chose the latter as it fits more in his image of masculinity as well as his focus on technology and combat (and Bruce with magic is just, why are you even using Bruce at that point when his whole shtick is baseline human fighting crime/things way above his weight class). Add into that half-foor culture idolizing (or at least seeing as something to strive for) dwarves and their culture, it just made for a really messy situation when Bruce adopts Jaysun.

But the thing is, Jaysun being adopted at 12 going on 13 is different than Jason being adopted at that age because a half-foot is considered a full adult by age 14 and even then we see people under that age doing things we'd connect to "adulthood" (i.e. Chilchuck was a father of two by the time he was fourteen). It leads to a messy situation where Jaysun already feels and considers himself an adult (which Jason does in the comics as well, and is something Bruce straight up says to Gordon because of Jason's experiences despite the guy barely being a teenager). This leads to a Mia-esque situation where Jaysun falls for Bruce in a romantic and sexual sense since he is, by all accounts, soon an adult (he still dies at the same age)(Mia did have short lived crushes on Ollie and later Connor and Roy and it is something normal that happens to older foster kids. Repeat, this is normal and those feelings later morph into something different in most cases.) This is something that Bruce never even considers about because dwarves aren't adults until they're 40 (which means to Bruce even Dick who is an adult man by tall-men standards, is still a kid and this was a major wedge between them as Bruce simply didn't internalize the differences between them).

It also leads to major imposter syndrome in Jaysun as he sees himself as a replacement for Dick (which Jason also does), but in this case it's one who's even easier to control and treat like a pet. Is he right? Only sorta. Bruce probably doesn't mean to do so, but it's in the same way Senshi and Marcille still haven't understood the way they treat their friends (see: Marcille and Falin).

A load of stuff happens between Jaysun's death and him leaving Gotham for Melini (for reasons I still gotta write about 😅)

For relationships:

Jaysun -> Roy: Roy is probably the person Jaysun trusts the most. Roy, as someone from the Western Continent, has had his fair share of experiences close to Jaysun's involving the perception against him as well as experiences being dropped by loved ones even if they have, for the most part, reconciled. Roy is one of the five (him, Kori, Bizarro, Artemis, Talia) people that knows Jaysun's ability to use magic despite his race's infamous lack of skill and capability with it. He doesn't know the reason WHY, but he knows when to push and when not to. Jaysun and Roy are regulars in dungeon parties that the other leads or are a part of. Jaysun meanwhile is someone who will have to be torn apart from Roy because they both have attachment issues worse than Jaysun's self image, self harm, and fear of abandonment issues (which Roy does share). Most of these will take a lot of work to handle but considering Jaysun's stuck on light to no work for the next few months (the actual canon dungeon meshi story), I have faith in them.

Jaysun -> Dick: So so so so many Bruce issues holy shit. As much as Dick and Jaysun don't want to admit it, both have a load of similar experiences as not being seen as a person with agency caused by being raised by a long lived race when both of them are short lived ones (Dick being a tall-man). This is something that's touched upon with Kabru in Dungeon Meshi, but his foster mother was different beast from Bruce though both have absolutely caused issues in their kids. At the same time Jaysun having been taken in second, resents Dick for having a closer place to Bruce while Jaysun feels like he was more of a pet than a son (both part of the family but not equal in it). Meanwhile Dick dislikes Jaysun's overall demeanor and holds what he did in Gotham against him (which, fair) even if in the end both of them are in the same place (away from Bruce, not thought of completely as people by the man they devoted a large chunk of their lives to (most of his life in Dick's case as at 30 he's reached the halfway point for tall-men), and floundering to find footing despite their supports networks (Dick was part of a dungeoneering group called the Titans which are about as close as you can get to celebrity status for their kind of work). Also unlike Jaysun, Dick hasn't accepted his own attraction to Bruce who despite the over twenty years he's known Dick, has changed little while Dick has become a man grown. They had sex once in the dungeon that was ill-advised and hurt both of them and probably have it a few more times specifically for those reasons until they start seeing one another on more equal terms (if that ever happens). Tldr; the spectre of Bruce haunts them.

[sexy-sapphic-sorcerer]

submissive and beheadable *kneels down at the chopping block and looks up at you so sweetly* x

for the prompt 'quest' in @mortiscausa's March to Camelot

[honks-n-stonks]

oh... I never posted my little CROB dragon oc here did I...?

Originally drew this fella back on April 1st! Admittedly, I'd like to go back and change the design + maybe simplify some parts so I don't die whenever I want to draw them...

I kinda tried to sorta follow along with the designs of the other dragons, but uh. Their horns are a bit too prominent. Ah whatever, it's a lot more fun to just do your own thing sometimes.

Oh, and their name is Koi Dragon Cookie! Maybe. I'm. not good with names!!! I think you can guess a bit of what their backstory is just by the name alone though, ahah.

They look a bit smug here, but I promise they're pretty chill. I think. Their whole story has just been brewing silently in my head.. I have to actually write it out sometime. Whoops!!

[thiriumhound]

i only recently got properly back into dbh recently and i cant lie i used to be really partial to the more father/son connor & hank but looking through your blog and takes and stuff rlly has made me more partial to the platoniconk side of things. 🫡

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BITCHES WE GOT ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

JOIN US JOIN US 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

(sorry if that was too much lmfao it's just @iwonderwh0 built this tag from the ground up literally like less than a year ago because it seemed like father-son or ship was an inescapable dichotomy with no room for them to just be literally anything else... im so glad we've affected someone slkdjfsldk 🥺🥺 welcome platoniconk fan)

[scionshtola]

i think the hardest thing for me to do while writing is write a “bad” first draft. i know things can be fixed later but i also need what i write to express the exact thing im trying to convey in the way i want to convey it before i move on