#thank you for this i dont often get to entertain this idea

[gildedfeathers]

asked this question to another angel/divinekin and wanted to ask more of u :3

but um do you feel like/want others to worship you? or do you think about it?

Oh I adore this question.

Yes. Absolutely. Perhaps not as often as others would, but I have definitely thought about having others worship me. A difficult thing to cultivate in these times, but something I'd love to have even a taste of

[kittyfection]

blood melodies pt. 1 ྐ❤︎ l.at

pairing ♱ vampire x human! anton x gender neutral reader genre ♱ angst, nsfw kind of? cws ♱ biting, mentions of blood, overstimulation, sloppy kissing, teasing, backstory, honestly i might have mispelled something and forgot to fix it im sorry 😭

wc ☠︎ 4k

anton had lived in the mountains ever since he was young. his birth mother abandoned him after his father was killed by other vamps who hunted him down for falling for a human being. she believed that she didnt have the resources to keep anton alive. she couldn’t even protect her own lover, she feared that the vamps would come back to kill anton, and then her. not to mention, he resembled his father, which was a painful memory everytime she looked at him. she feared that anton would have been too dangerous for her to handle, as giving birth to him was the most excruciating experience of her life. she had to make the difficult choice of letting him go. the only memory had of his mother was a faint one, he felt her tears rolling onto his cheek before she walked away from him. a vampire pack living in the mountains found him, quickly recognising him as one of their own, and took him in.

growing up, anton very obviously stood out from the pack that raised him. he had an unusual empathy for humans, feeling guilty whenever he saw their blood packs lying on the floor of their home. despite nyx, one of the clan members, urging him to drink, he never gave in, not even once.

“you do know we need human blood to survive, right, kid?” she said, with concern in her voice. “i understand that,” anton replied, “but it just feels wrong. dont you ever feel sorry for the ones you take blood from? dont they .. dontt they end up dying?” he stuttered a bit in his voice, the idea of taking a human life for the sake of his own hunger.. for the mere taste of blood.. it just felt all too wrong to anton. he couldnt shake the moral weight of it.

nyx was the only one in the pack who didnt push him to drink human blood, understanding his reluctance. “its what we need to do to gain strength, to control our abilities,” she explained gently, so he would understand more. “but if youre so set against it..” she suddenly headed down to the basement, where the pack stored jars of livestock blood—usually reserved for when their human-blood supply ran low. she returned with a few jars and handed them to anton. “keep these with you,” she said, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “make sure to drink it from time to time, you dont want the others getting suspicious of you. it’s smart to have some energy on hand."

“thanks " anton replied, feeling more grateful than he could express. throughout his childhood and into his teenage years, anton lived off the jars of blood nyx had given him.

it wasnt until he witnessed a pack member kill someone right before his eyes that he decided to live on his own. the scene terrified him so deeply that he made a pact to himself, to never to harm or take the blood of a human, no matter how desperate he is. so, he lived on the top of the mountains in an abandoned cabin. it provided everything he needed, and with animals nearby, he could sustain himself without hurting humans.

despite enjoying the peace of his secluded life, a life without chaos— loneliness often settled over him. there would be hikers who occasionally came up the mountain, leaving behind litter or abandoned old items they didnt want, which anton repurposed as furniture in his cabin. among those discarded items was a jukebox, now a cherished possession. it only played classical, rock, and jazz genres of music. anton had never listened to music before living on his own, and music became his main source of entertainment. sometimes, anton found himself wondering what it would be like to be human, to dance with someone he loved to the music from the jukebox. these thoughts plagued his mind, making him sad. he often indulged in fantasies of a normal human life, free from the need to hide from the world. yet, he knew such a life was forever out of his reach.

anton occasionally caught glimpses of human life during his rare trips to town for fabric and thread— items far cheaper than buying new clothes. he paid with the coins and dollars that he found in the woods. whenever he’s out, he tried to blend in with the crowd, covering up enough to avoid drawing suspicion, he disliked attracting attention. despite his efforts, his appearance still turned heads. to the townspeople, he looked like a stage actor. his tall, well-built, and handsome features were unusual in the small town.

whenever anton visited the town, he’d pass by a farm nearby and as shameless as it is, he couldnt resist taking some of the farm animals back to the mountains to feed on their blood as they seemed much healthier than the mountain wildlife. the farmers caught onto this behaviour, reporting a thief in the area, they just didnt know who. to avoid raising suspicions, anton had to keep a low profile and refrain himself from visiting the farm occasionally as he used to.

it was a quiet, cloudy day in the woods, with only the sound of leaves rustling in the wind breaking the silence. anton was sewing new clothes for himself when he spotted someone peeking through his windows. he had to quickly blow out the candles to avoid being seen. you were outside, checking to see if anyone lived there—maybe someone who might know the area well enough to help you find the mp3 player you dropped on your last hike. you tried to open the door, but it was jammed, annoying you. you were so sure it was here. what are they looking for..? anton wondered. he cautiously peeked out the window, observing your every move.

despite anton doing everything to keep himself hidden, you had already noticed the candles being put out and you could feel eyes on you. you stepped back from the stuck door, surveying the surroundings for another entry point or at least a clearer view of what was inside. digging through your bag, you found a lamp and turned it on, catching a glimpse inside. the room was filled with various items, but it was an old jukebox that immediately drew your attention. it was cool to you that someone could still own such an old item.

you figured the boy didn’t want to come out, and since you disliked the idea of bothering others, you decided to explore the area a bit more before heading home. you planned to return another time to continue your search for the mp3 player.

as time passed, your interest shifted from finding your mp3 player to learning more about anton and his daily activities even though you didnt know him or his name. each day, he did something different, seemingly to keep you engaged. although he was very aware of your presence, he also knew that you meant no harm. he seemed to have found a companion in you, someone to interact with from a distance. in the evenings, while the sun would set, anton would discreetly follow you out of the forest. he wouldn’t follow directly; instead, he’d watch from the trees, ensuring you were safe from any danger.

you liked this about him; it felt nice to have someone "walk" you home, in a sense. he felt trustworthy. you knew he wasn't human—obviously, no human could hang from tree to tree, watching over you. it was fun, you thought that supernatural beings only belonged in books, seeing one in person, theyre nothing like what the books described.

while visiting the forest later than usual, you lost your balance in the darkness, fell, and cut your knee. antons old vampire pack still lurked in the forest of where he lived and almost immediately caught your scent. anton, aware of the danger, wasted no time coming to your rescue. one of the members had already scratched you before anton rushed over, grabbed you in his arms and whispered, "dont worry, i'm here." these were the first words he ever spoke to you. in antons arms, you felt you were floating. you couldnt comprehend how he was moving so fast. with wounds in two places, it was easy for more vampires to sense you, even anton struggled with the urge, deeply attracted to your scent. he managed to fight off his urges to get you into his cabin, telling you to stay put and lock the door. he promised he’d be back soon.

his old pack saw him as weak and useless, dismissing him as a wimp when he had moved out. anton had a human-like mentality despite being fully vamp, perhaps a trait inherited from his biological mother. the other vamps were often confused by his empathy and hated hearing him whine about the human blood bags brought into the house. it had been a while since theyd seen him, and they laughed at the intense stare in antons eyes. "antons all grown up now, eh?" they mocked. their taunts fueled his rage. they had no idea how strong he had become. within seconds, he fought them off by himself, leaving them shocked at his strength.

eventually they left, and anton had to summon the strength to make it back to his cabin. crawling inside, you instantly noticed how weak he had become, having lost a significant amount of energy from the fight. antons main focus however was you, he was very worried.

“hey.. uh.. may i ask what your name is?”

“its anton. sorry, i didn’t have time to introduce myself properly… and you?”

“it’s y/n. i mean, i almost got eaten alive back there. we didn’t really have time to exchange names.” you giggled, trying to lighten the atmosphere, but you could see sadness lingering in his eyes.

“i meant back then, the first time you visited my cabin. i didnt introduce myself. sorry, im not used to talking to others, i didnt know what to say.” you could read the atmosphere of the room, he wasnt in the mood to joke.

"are you okay?" he looked up at you, and you got to look into his eyes for the first time. "i should be asking you that," he replied, staring directly at your wounds. you noticed drool coming from his mouth; he was hungry and desperate after losing so much energy from the battle. he suddenly got up and went into another room, returning with antiseptics, bandages, wipes, and a knife. "if i ever pounce on you, just stab me with this. i wont die, itll just stun me and help me calm down. is it okay if i check up on your wounds?” he asked softly.

youre a bit nervous at first, seeing the look in his eyes, but you were hurt, so you nodded. he even brought a knife, you can tell he’s genuine. he disinfected your wounds and wrapped them up with bandages.

"dont leave tonight, theyre still lurking around. the coast will be clear in the morning. let me know if you need anything." his voice sounded a bit strained. he then got up and went into a room, shutting the door behind him. he hadnt come out that entire night.

you werent able to sleep. the fear of being ambushed again kept you on the edge. even the sound of the wind outdoors had you paranoid. the cabins walls were also very thin, you could hear antons cries.he was distraught that he had to make such a difficult decision. he felt bad about hurting the people who had fostered him since he were young. but he didnt want to see you hurt either. it frustrated him.

you had felt bad for him, and wished you could comfort him, but you two barely knew eachother, for now, all you could do was wait for the sun to rise. morning came, and you left quietly, not wanting to disturb him. you left a note of thanks, expressing gratitude towards him.

you made it home safely, but you just couldnt shake off what had happened to you the night before. you definitely could not keep anton out of your head. his eyes, his gentle touch when coming to your aid, his cries..everything echoed in your thoughts. he had left an impression on you.

you found yourself becoming a bit obsessed with him. returning to his cabin daily, worried about his strength. youd bring him more jars than he could fit inside his home. as you spent more time together, you began having more and more conversations. it was awkward at first—both of you unsure of what to say or how to act. anton was not used to human interaction, and youre a bit nervous at the fact that anton was q werent any better, you felt nervous at the fact that anton was a literal vampire. gradually, the awkwardness faded. you both started to relax and open up to each other.

you shared stories from your childhood, your fears, and your dreams. anton, in turn, told you about his past, his struggles with his vampire nature, and how guilt hung over his head for having urges to feed on human blood. despite the unusual circumstances, you both felt an unexpected comfort in eachothers presence.

these visits became the highlight of your day. you would sit together for hours, sometimes in silence, sometimes deep in conversation. the bond between you grew stronger, built on trust and mutual understanding. despite the danger and the differences between you, there was a connection that neither of you could deny.

"do you think I'm a monster?" he suddenly asked, catching you off guard.

“of course not, anton. you literally saved me from a near death experience. why would you think that?” you felt your heart drop when he asked that. he had given you more than enough reasons to trust him.

anton couldnt even look at you, but a hint of relief mixed with lingering doubt in his mind. "it's just... sometimes, i feel like i might get out of control... i worry that i might hurt you," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

you reached out and gently placed a hand on his arm, lifting his head so he can face you. "anton, youve done nothing but protect me. i trust you.” reassuring him. his eyes locked with yours, "thank you," he said softly. "it means more to me than you know."

anton felt free with you. this was something he had always wanted—a companion, a friend, someone he could lean on without fear of judgment. the thoughts of loneliness that had once plagued him began to fade away. you were still a bit confused by everything, feeling as if you were in a dream. but if it were truly a dream, you wished to never wake up.

while climbing up the mountains to bring anton more livestock blood, you lost your balance again, hurting your knee. anton sensed this immediately, and in the blink of an eye, you were back inside his cabin. unfortunately, the jar of livestock blood broke, making the blood useless for him to feed on.

you noticed a different look in anton's eyes, they were pitch black, which scared you, truth be told. anton usually had good self control and could fight his urges, but today was different. he had to ask you to shackle him down to prevent himself from breaking free. he was starving, and even cows blood wouldnt suffice for his empty stomach.

“i wont die like this, i’ll just become weaker .. im sorry to frighten you,” sensing your nervousness. “please say anything, just anything. i need a distraction.” he choked out, your scent hitting his throat.

you took his advice and started rambling on and on, trying to distract him. but all anton could think about was the intense urge to devour you right then and there.

you could see the struggle in antons eyes, making you feel sorry for him. you wanted to help, even though you were scared.

“anton, what if... what if you fed on me?” you said hesitantly. “just.. enough to take the edge off. you know?”

he quickly turned his head to you, horrified, and upset that you’d as that. “i could never- no. its too dangerous. i may not be able to stop myself.”

“anton, i trust you,” you insisted, stepping closer to him. “you saved my life. its my turn to return the favour.”

antons eyes darkened even more, filled with both hunger and conflict. “i dont want to hurt you y/n.”

“you wont,” ofering your wrist. “i really trust you, anton.”

he sighs, and slowly took your wrist in his hands. “please stab me if it gets too much,”

you nodded, bracing yourself. his fangs pierced your skin, a sharp pain shot through you, followed by a strange mix of fear and... pleasure? antons grip on your arm tightened as he drank, his desperation evident. your body became hot, and your heartbeat quickened. you let out an accidental gasp, overwhelmed by the unexpected pleasure you felt.

anton had to look up quickly, your gasps made him lose focus, but it helped him stop sucking on you, he regained the energy he needed. his eyes returned to their normal colour. “are you okay?” he asked, his voice trembling slightly. you nodded weakly. “im fine. did it help?”

anton looked both relieved and ashamed. “yes, but... i never want to do that again. im scared of harming you”

“you didnt hurt me,” you reassured him, “im more than willing to help you.”

he shook his head. “i need to find another way. i cant rely on you like this.”

you felt shameless, but, the feeling of antons fangs sinking into your arm felt amazing. you had wished it never stopped. you knew this could kill you, but you couldnt help it.

you continued to bring more livestock blood for him, but the taste made him sick. it provided energy, but it never tasted as good as you. he wants you and you only, becoming desperate. he needed you, something you picked up on

“feeling needy, anton?” you teased gently.

anton looked at you, desperation written all over his face. “y/n, please... i know i said i needed to find another way, but i just cant shake off your taste. its been driving me crazy. i need more... please,” he begged, his voice trembling with need.

you giggled because he was too cute. “you told me so many times that you were scared to do this again. are you sure?”

he nodded, his gaze unwavering. “im sure. i hate that im asking, but i cant help it. your blood is the only thing that satisfies me.”

you looked deep into his eyes, giggling before gently taking his chin and lifting it towards you. you pressed your lips to his, and he felt his need intensify, a hunger that went beyond just your blood. his hands gently gripping your waist. you can feel the coldness of antons touch.

the kiss deepened, his need for your blood became more urgent. you can feel his fangs graze gently against your bottom lip, making you jolt. anton felt satisfication knowing he had such an effect on you. you become desperate for his fangs on your neck. he sighed, sinking his teeth into your neck slowly, blood dripping down his chin.

the feeling of antons fangs slowly sinking into your neck sent a wave of pleasure and pain through your body. you cant help but let out a soft moan as you feel the warmth of your blood filling his mouth. he became vocal, praising you for letting him do this. his praises for you sent shivers down your spine.

“you’re shaking so much, y/n.” he gripped on your waist tightly. he wanted to make sure you dont fall or faint in your arms. even in such a moment, he’s always considerate. he takes his fang out your neck, licking the mark with his tongue. you whined in response. he stares at you with low eyes, smirking slowly. “a little pent up, y/n?” you were still shaking in his grip, your heartbeat could be heard miles away at this point.

“give me more anton, please.. anything.” desperation was in your voice.

antons eyes soften at ur pleas, “shh, baby its alright.” whispering. “i’ll take care of you.” he pushes you up to him, leaving a sloppy trail down your neck. he slowly began to unbutton your shirt, and his cold fingers touching your exposed skin caused you to twitch underneath him.

“you’re beautiful y/n.” his eyes never leaving you, both of your desires grew. he kissed you everywhere. touching you in places where you were sensitive. you ended up rubbing yourself against the fabric of his clothing, the feeling of you made him whine, he enjoyed seeing and feeling you in ecstasy because of him. he was loud, you were thankful you both were in the mountains. you ran your fingers through his hair, and his hands kept exploring your body, you two were completely lost in eachother.

“im close.” your face became splotchy. his eyes gleamed when he heard your words, his hands were on your hips as he pulled you closer to him. his kisses become more sloppy, teeth gently scraping against your skin. you can feel yourself reaching the brink.

just as you were almost there, anton pulled himself away from you suddenly. you pouted at him, and he chuckled as a response, kissing your pout. “not yet, love. i need to savour every single moment with you.”

“anton.” you breathe, you needed to reach your climax.

“please.”

he leans into you, lips brushing against your ear. his arousal grew harder against you, and you arched into him as a response. his fingers continued to explore you, thumbs brushing against your nipple, you had to hold in your gasp as he dragged his lips down to your stomach. he moved up, grinding his hips against you.

anton hovers over your neck, and you can feel the warmth of his breath on your skin. your heart raced as you knew what was coming. he sunk his teeth back in your neck once again, you cried out in pleasure, your body was trembling underneath him. you were feeling euphoric, grinding on him faster. antons body felt tense, he was sure he was going to release any minute.

“fuck, y/n.” his voice was shaky. sensing you were close to your own release. he shut his eyes, hugging you tightly with his fangs sinking deeper into your neck. your body shuddered with his sudden force, causing you to reach your climax, anton soon followed after you, trembling with how intense his release was.

he finally pulled his teeth from your neck, sighing. you two lied there in silence. the sound of the leaves rustling in the background calmed you.

antons body was still twitching from his climax, you had to wrap your arms around his body to soothe him, pressing a kiss on his forehead. his body relaxed under your touch, nuzzling his nose into your neck, he left a gentle kiss there.

“you know, it was my first time touching another person.. erm.. being..” you were embarrassed to even say it out loud.

“if it makes you feel any better, its my first time too. i havent really had a connection with a human, let alone another being.” he said, gently massaging your cheek with his fingers. you both stayed silent for a moment.

“i guess we’re both learning,” you said, smiling at him.

“yeah, i guess so,” he replied, a smiling back at you. “its best if you rest now.” you nodded, knowing you were drained, closing your eyes. this was a night you would surely remember.

[simp-ly-writes]

Hii

I dont know if you write for Alex tran ?

If you do could you write one with Alex and reader were the reader also works at smosh.

I dont have a specific idea so i would love if you could just write something cute and fluffy. Thanks

:]

Dating Alex Tran Headcanons

Pairing: Alex Tran x gn!Partner!Reader

─ · · TAGS: gender-neutral pronouns, established couple and fluff... thats about it!

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST

─ · · A/N: Sorry this took awhile, I had to do my research but I hope this isn't too bad!!

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↳ You and Alex were dating prior to you joining him at Smosh when the opportunity presented itself. You already worked in the entertainment industry as a production assistant to a Late Night Television Show but you could image how repetitive that became after awhile so you jumped ship as soon as you could

↳ At Smosh, you and Alex constantly "umm, actually-ed" each other when it came to set days, it became a battle of the nerds and the cast was all ready to grab popcorn and watch. Arguing (lovingly) over game rules and what you both wanted to see happen in the video while also ensuring they kept on track

↳ You combing back his hair in between shoots, you both sending one another memes throughout the day and you both have each other on your phones home screens

↳ Your texts to one another are a mixture of screenshots for work or quoting tweets you found to the latest gaming new albeit board or digital. (If anyone tried to read over your shoulder, they would be ultimately unable to know what the hell you both were talking about)

↳ Going on double dates with Shayne and Courtney outside of work, from going to the arcade, karaoke, or just a simple dinner, you both loved spending everyday together, every hour.

↳ You both definitely plays boardgames together, testing them for the Games channel while also both trying to cheat and get the other one not to catch on. Friendly competition never hurt anyone in your relationship

↳ When the office gets cold, you can often be seen stealing one of Alex's hoodies while running around equipment between sets

↳ You both go to conventions together and buy matching merch for your favourite animes, games, and pop culture references. (You both also fanboy/girl over your favourite voice actors, your walls are covered by photo-ops of you two with them striking various poses)

↳ Don't even get anyone started on your shared Magic the Gathering card collection, it is both your prized possession and you love to show off the books on your coffee table back at your shared apartment.

↳ You both get ready beside each other in the morning and grab breakfast from the cafe down the road before carpooling to the office. You also both grab coffees for one another throughout the day

↳ Everyday when you both go home, you put on random youtube videos to play in the background before cuddling with one another and falling asleep before one of you wakes you both up to move towards the actual bed.

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[fire-lizard-ro]

Helloo hehehe im the one that asked for a columbina s/o~ it was really good :D

Can u maybe make some head cannon about them being in a relationship? Hehhe it you dont mind :) thats all ty <33

Hehehe ofc!!! I'd like to make the disclaimer again that I don't really know the character Columbina all that well, but I will try my best!!! So sorry for any mischaracterization. Thank you for sending in your ask~

Reader gender: gender neutral

Like we talked about before, you and Sunday would be partners in crime. The manipulative duo.

I think that the two of you would probably enjoy dates like going to the opera. When the singer is good it wasn't uncommon to find the two of you with eyes closed, you leaning against him, enjoying the sweet melodies of the songs. When it wasn't so great, the two of you would be whispering your criticism in each other's ears with giggles.

Sunday would like hearing you sing more, though. Even if it is just a sweet little humming under your breath as you two are settled down together to read together or perhaps do other things within each other's presence. He is, however, more than aware of the abilities you have. They impress him every time and to know that you could always control him but don't makes his heart swell with affection. A chaste, but no less full of passion than any other kiss, would be pressed to your lips. "Thank you, dove." (I've started to use "dove" as his nickname for the reader recently- It just makes sense to me.) Whether he's thanking you for the song or for not trying to put him under your control with you voice, you'll never know. He just gives you that smile of his.

It was always a treat to hear his voice as well. He's not nearly as inclined to it as you or even his sister. You and her get along quite well, I'd think. Especially since she doesn't really know about the manipulative tendencies you and your lover have. Some things are better not knowing, hm? In any case- If you asked, he would sing something for you. The songs are always gentle and slow. If it was upon your request that he is singing, he's likely to sing a love song of some sort- It's funny. Almost like a pretty bird courting his love with a song despite them already being his.

And like I'd forgotten to write last time:

When the two of you kiss, your wings often bump into each other so cute oml-

The first time it happens, it startled a chuckle out of the normally composed man. He'd lean in again to kiss you once more, this time pursposefully caressing your wings with his while he holds you close.

When he'd managed to figure out that you and he were one in the same, he slowly brought you in on his schemes and work. After asking you outright about it once he was certain of it, he'd have you help him with his... persuations. You would subtly be humming to yourself whilst he spoke with people, influencing them to sway to his side. His ideas and thoughts suddenly sound perfect to them. On a larger scale- When he'd host dinner parties as a leader of Penacony with the elite, you would act as the entertainment for the night. You would sing for them as they mingled, slowly beginning to take control of them. But once the main act was upon you, you singing your final song of the night, it was then that you would use your power the most that night (not fully, but more than before). And just like that. They were again ensnared and ready for his use. He'd plant ideas and thoughts in their minds while under your control.

And as everyone would leave for the night, h'd wrap an arm around your waist and kiss your temple. "You did amazing tonight, my love. Let's celebrate, hm?" He'd say this in a low voice before leading you back into the house for a glass of wine or whatever else tickled your fancy.

Sorry there isn't more... OTL

It's a bit hard to write for me, haha. Hope you liked it! Feel free to send in another request if you'd like~

[eternalmarvel]

MK1 BI-HAN X READER ~ feint ~

an: no wayy almost close to 100 notes in just a day of posting my first work in so long thanks so much everyone 🫶 in honour of this ill be posting a short drabble (lets see how long this really is after im done writing) anyways this work is inspired by THIS tiktok linked below vvv !! if u don't watch it u won't understand what prompted this fic so highly advise u watch this before u read

note: bi-han and reader are married in this story

also guys this story WILL be having bespectacled bi-han bc u can NOT tell me that man does not wear reading glasses when he gets older. i can totally see his vision getting worse and him having to begrudgingly resort to glasses to read documents and books .... i included a rough image of what that looks like (dont come for me im not an editor)

it was not often that you saw your husband battered from kombat. most days when he went out to spar or fight, there's be a few bruises and scratches here and there sure, but nothing that was so severe that you had to sit down and tend to his wounds. even if he did get injured, most of the time he patched himself up before you could lay eyes on him. it was a bright fall day at the lin kuei stronghold, with most of the ombre-braised leaves littering the ground of the courtyard. you had taken over as a mentor at the lin kuei, focusing on the academics of each initiate's journey to becoming a ninja (though it took a lot of convincing your dear old husband before he ever agreed to let you onboard).

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"c'mon, bi-han. you can't just train the initiates physically. they gotta be trained mentally too! you can't possibly think the only problems people face are the ones in front of them -- it's the ones that are in their heads that they gotta defeat too."

bi-han propped himself up against the headboard of your marital bed, his hair messy around his head with his feet outstretched in a relaxed manner (which was much too rare for the grandmaster). he had his reading glasses on and a lounge hanfu wrapped loosely around his body, skimming some documents. rather than entertaining your antics, he ignored you and continued to read the ledger in front of him. you groaned sheepishly, prompting bi-han to look up at you with a hint of annoyance, as you plopped yourself right beside him.

"it's a good idea and you know it.....you just won't admit it..," you playfully pouted. bi-han continued to skim through his document as he gently ran his fingers through your hair and your scalp, prompting a deep sigh from you.

"not a sustainable idea, (name)." you quickly got up and faced him, determined to make a point. "i can make it sustainable! you have to give me a chance to prove it though."

bi-han closed his reading and you could now see the glasses perched up on the plateau of his nose. he was older now and his cryomancy did no favours for his vision -- as he increased his use of snow, his vision degraded. it was you that gave him the nudge to rectify his vision but he didn't budge, said that his vision was fine. it took getting suckerpunched by a VERY apologetic initiate at close-range for him to finally realize that his vision was nowhere where it used to be and if he wanted to retain his position as grandmaster, changes were going to have to be made. you made sure to help pick out his glasses, choosing the frames and lens meticulously and helping him put them on. you could hardly control ur salivation looking at him try on reading glasses that made him look all sophisticated and scholarly. after much pushback, you both decided on a subtle and sleek pair that wouldn't garner too much foreign attention (spoiler alert: it absolutely did). the first few days that bi-han wore the glasses, everyone found it hard to pry their eyes away from him. tomas had to stifle his giggles out of fear that bi-han would strangle him, kuai couldn't help but tease him everytime he laid eyes on his glasses, and the younger initates mistakenly (accidentally? who knows) referred to him as "dad."

bi-han leans forward, his hair clinging to his face, leaning for a kiss but you put your hand between the two of yours' lips as a barrier.

"you get nothing unless you agree to my idea, grandmaster."

bi-han leaned back against the headboard, faced towards you. he took a few brief moments to speak before giving you a soft small smile and gazing at you cautiously with his mellow brown eyes.

"if that is what my wife wishes," he whispers lowly.

~~

you had given most of the initates a set of books that they were to have studied by the end of the year. this prompted a bunch of groans and boos from some of the students, seeing that they wanted to get to the 'ninja' side of things rather than slowly well-rounding all their skills. no one dared to personally say anything to you though, considering you were the grandmaster's wife and any complaint directed at you would be personally dealt with by the grandmaster himself (and it would not go well for the complainant).

you drew out an elaborate web of themes and concepts on the board in front of you.

"alright students, which one of you would like to tell me what this represents. how can we use it practically in our routine?," you say, pointing to one of the themes on the board. the room was pitch silent and you could hear a few yawns here and there.

"come on guys. i'm not doing this for myself, i'm doing this to help you guys out. the quicker you guys can answer this, the quicker we can get out of here," you say matter-of-factly. before you can continue on with your lesson, you hear people arguing and yelling outside. 2 of the initiates at the back of the room pry open the training room's doors ajar so they could take a look and listen to what was going on outside, but you didn't entertain this at all. yelling, fighting, whatever it may be, it was a stronghold, of course it would be common.

"hey. there is nothing going on outside that you need to be familiar with more than what we have in here. pay attention to the lesson please!" you exclaimed with an exasperated expression. the initiates nodded their head and let out a meager "sorry ma'am" for their inconvenience.

"now, everyone. as i was saying, wh-" before you could finish your sentence, the doors to the training room were thrown open. you could probably punch a whole through the wall with all the anger you were feeling. who the hell decided this time that it was a good idea to interrupt you?

"(name), ma'am, the grandmaster is injured and i think you should take a look at him," one of the initiates breathlessly whispers. it's clear that he ran all this way to get your attention.

"what?! oh my god......is his condition stable right now? is he doing okay? where is he?" you exclaimed.

the initiate gestured you to follow him and you agreed.

"alright students, just a mere diversion but by the time i get back, you all better be done the next chapter because i'm gonna grill you on it!" you proclaimed as you zoomed down the stronghold's corridors. when you finally made it to the room bi-han was in, you walked in to see kuai, tomas, sektor, and cyrax crowded by his bed in the infirmary.

"bi-han...." you whispered quietly as your eyes went wide. your husband was laying in the bed, resting like a mummy. bandages curtained his chest, arms, and forehead. his face was stressed -- he was asleep and yet a frown graced his face indicating that he was conscious but unaware of his surroundings. your first instinct was to push past sektor and sit down beside bi-han on the chair. kuai had intentionally left the seat empty so that you could comfort bi-han.

"how the hell did this happen kuai?" you asked, furiously. kuai grimaced at your expression.

"don't blame this on me, (name). he's your husband. you know he takes too much on himself and then ends up all injured."

you looked at the physician who had just finished cleaning up your husband's wounds in desperation, wondering what the hell even happened.

"he's alright. i've patched up any severe wounds and stuck him to an IV. you'll have to nurse him for the next few days though." the bespectacled physician prompted, pushing his glasses to the ridge of his nose.

you chuckled, putting your hands on your bandaged husband's chest, caressing him. "nurse him? what is he, a baby? you said he should be fine."

the physician prepares for a response before bi-han stirs awake. you smile at him as you await him to fully regain consciousness.

"huh....who is....wha..." bi-han murmurs as his eyes adjust to the natural lighting of the infimary.

"bi-han....you're awake! i'm glad." you smile brightly, as your hands move up and down his treated chest. bi-han glances between your hands on his upper body and you, before letting out a loud groan and plopping his head back on his pillow.

"don't."

you look at him confused. "what?"

"i have a wife......she'll kill you if she finds out you've laid your hands on me," he says sternly with his hoarse voice.

you get up from your seat and lean in closer to him with a big smile shone across your face, a light blush spread across your cheeks. you found it adorable that even in such a horrible condition, your husband was loyal to you and you only. kuai looks confused at bi-han, wondering if dementia has caught up to him after all these years while tomas lets out a small chuckle at what his grandmaster was saying knowing that bi-han is too weak to really do or say anything to him.

"i am your wife, my love."

bi-han looks back at you with a neutral expression on his face and you can see his face shift into surprise, then pure flush. you stand there beautifully over him with the hair moved from your face, your scent lingering over him. there is a perfect mix of concern and amusement engraved into your expression, much to bi-han's arousal. a heavy blush creeps onto his face, unlike one you've seen before, and the monitor regulating his heartbeats goes off the charts. it's evident that bi-han's heartrate has boosted EXPONENTIALLY.

"well i'll be damned. our grandmaster might just have a crush on someone." cyrax states. you and the rest of the ninjas turn around and look to cyrax, chuckling but bi-han's gaze remains on you. it's almost as though he is in awe that he married someone like you.

"clear the room," you demand authoritatively. the ninjas and the physician bow their head and comply with your demand, leaving you and your husband alone in the emptiness of the infirmary.

"do you need more heat? are you doing okay my love?" you ask as you get closer to your husband. he looks at you carefully before speaking again.

"perhaps....a little more heat." you smile and obey, grabbing a few candles from the cupboard in the corner of the room and bringing it closer to him. bi-han props himself up against his pillow and disregards everything you're doing just to stare at you. it puts a bit of pressure on you and you get nervous. even if he was on litres of morphine, he was still a LITTLE intimidating. he grabs your forearm gently and starts to bring you close.

"i meant in perhaps a different manner....."

you entertain him.

"i'll let your wife know that you desire to engage in intimate relations with me," you smirk bringing yourself closer to him. he leans back and looks at you in pure confusion and a hint of disgust.

"but i t-"

you ignore his protests and put your lips on his, murmuring "joke, my love" into his mouth as he kisses you back passionately. the morphine was doing its job and bi-han was entranced by the passion. you could get used to your husband being all submissive like this for you for a while now.

[elephant-in-the-pride-parade]

AI is Theft, plain and simple.

I'm seeing a group of posts circulating with fanfiction authors forbidding folks to feed their WIPs to an AI to get a quick ending. I am both horrified that there's actual readers who would do that and also resigned that some readers will do it anyway.

A lot of us have already been robbed.

1,000,000 words of my writing were consumed by ChatGPT when its trainers took massive amounts of AO3 works and added them to its training dataset. Nearly every word I've written in my adult life was taken without my consent to build that machine.

I'm locking all my existing and future fics to registered AO3 users only for this reason. It's the best precaution to prevent future scraping of works on the website by AI. I don't want to do that. Half my Kudos and some of my comments come from guests. I want to be able to share my stories with those of you who can't get an AO3 account. But I don't want my work stolen by an AI again.

To folks who would rather use AI to generate the ending of someone else's WIP, or to write a whole story for them, know that youre condoning the theft of billions of words.

Some may say that all writing is created thanks to inspiration from other writing, maybe you think it's not a big deal that others work was used to train an AI. But there are differences to how a human mind writes and how a machine generates text. A human being can be inspired by another writer or dozens of writers. But the work they create is their own, crafted from their unique human experiences. Humans select words based on their definition, connotation, linguistic history, and dozens of other unique factors to convey whatever idea they are striving to put onto a page.

ChatGPT selects words based primarily on their function, one of the reasons it has been demonstrated to be unable to tell the difference between falsehood and fact. It selects words based on how often it knows they have been paired with other words. ChatGPT  does not have its own emotions. It does not think. It does not create. It only reuses the turns of phrase created by real people. None of its words are its own. It has no original ideas of its own. It's producing a facimile of creativity - a facimile made possible by my and millions of other writers stolen, unconsented contributions. Its creators are profiting off of our work.

WGA are striking to ensure their professional writers' hard work is never used for AI models. Those of us who are fanfiction authors deserve the same choice. I never agreed to have my work used for anyone else’s profit, certainly not for an AI which, by design, steals other people’s ideas each time it generates a word.

If you're too impatient to wait for one of my WIPs to be finished, and for some reason dont just want to message me and beg me to spoil the ending, then go ahead, give my work to the AI to finish if youre that impatient. It already ate every word thats ever mattered to me. But know that whatever ending it spits out, it will be no more real than a trick of the light and not half as entertaining. The equivalent of eating a pack of red dye number 2 when you wanted a red apple. And it will be theft. Is that really worth your instant gratification?

[offorestsongs]

Tell me about Rook if you don't mind

I honestly haven't paid much attention to anyone from pomefiore so I have a very basic idea on who Rook is and I would like to read someone's thoughts about him

HI HI THANK YOU I LOVE YOU /P

(also shout out to @natsukishinomiyaswife who asked me to talk about him in the comments of that post 💞)

OKAY SO. THE THING IS. it kinda annoys me when people are like "oh hes weird" "oh hes creepy" and i tend to get a bit defensive about it because YES!! YES HE IS!! AND THAT'S WHY I LIKE HIM!!

hes weird!!! hes weird and hes offputting!!! and he talks too much and hes overly theatrical with his emotions (while still hiding So much) and people think hes annoying!!!! and like- ME TOO!!!

i feel like i see myself a lot in him because im also too loud and too theatrical and too poetic in how i talk and dont always know how to interact with people in a "normal" way and people think im weird and annoying. except Rook is just so?? unashamed about it?? he just does what he wants and doesnt seem to care if people find him weird or creepy — he clearly respects Vil so much and would do So much for him, yet when Vil tells him that he's being weird or annoying Rook just. carries out with his thing. and i kind of love that. its so so very sweet to see somebody who just fully accepts his weirdness and embraces it and doesnt let anybody bully him out of it

kind of on the same topic — he always felt very obviously neurodivergent coded to me?? like he comes off as so obviously autistic that its basically canon to me. like, yes, hes often obvious to social cues but also. theres a moment in his Halloween vignette where he says that as a kid he didn't know how to express his emotions and he had learned it from watching theatre. or in one of his birthday vignettes when he says that once he focuses on something, it seems to consume him completely (not a direct quote but you get the idea shfjshf). and thats another thing that makes me like him more because — again, relatable

and while i do thing that the in-universe explanation for a lot of his more creepy behavior is a mix of him being very passionate about his interest and being obvious to/ignoring social cues (NOT saying that being autistic makes you act like a creep or anything YOU GET WHAT I MEAN). HOWEVER— i dont like him despite his stalker tendencies, i like him BECAUSE of them.

okay. listen. would a lot of the things he does be suuuper creepy irl? yes, obviously. but theres a lot characters that i like even tho i would probably hate them irl (cough, Vil, cough, Riddle, cough). and i do have a thing for characters who tend to get obsessive over other people — its good story potential!! its entertaining!!! i love watching him be a little weirdo and talk about hunting people its simply fun

AND THATS THE THING!! hes just entertaining!!! he has so many moments that are simply funny alright. i love when he's being dramatic when other characters are done with him when hes being so Out There. like,,, everything he did in book 6? peak comedy. that one vignette where he tells Malleus that he has hunted lizards but never caught a dragon? insane thing to do, so fucking funny. also him wanting to drink Vil's poison even tho there was No reason to do so whatsoever? unhinged. i love him so much

another thing (kinda related tho) is that while reducing him to his relationship with Vil would be doing him a HUGE disservice, it IS one of the things that drew me to him. it's just so interesting and tells a lot about who Rook is as a character and i feel like people missinterpret it a lot which is very sad. i love that Rook decided to change dorms simply so he can follow a guy around because he thinks said guy is pretty — again, insane thing to do, so fucking entertaining. i love how he talks So much about Vil and his admiration for Vil. but hes not blind in his devotion!!! hes by Vil's side because he choose to be and he could as well walk away if he choose to, Vil doesn't hold him on a leash. he can be harsh on Vil, criticise him and its BECAUSE he cares so much for Vil. he wants Vil to become even more brilliant, after all!! and Vil knows that!!! Vil knows that Rook is by his side On Conditions, even if he's not always sure what those conditions may be and id say he likes that. i mean, come on that man loves a challenge. and that's what makes their relationship so compelling to me! Rook is not a guard dog, the two of them are equals, theres a back-and-forth between them and yet Rook is always there when Vil needs him. okay i may have gotten off track a bit but i have A Lot of feelings about their relationship and i needed to get it off my chest lmao

ANYWAYS! i love his obsession with beauty and specifically, i love how it manifests. hes not focused on the "conventional" meaning of beauty, but instead hes able to find it anywhere. again — even if some of the things he fawns over others may find weird, it's actually so sweet that he's able to find beauty in things that other people may not even consider.

AND SPEAKING OF THAT — HES ACTUALLY SO SWEET!! like yes alright he can often be too blunt and say things without considering how they may impact other people's feelings, but i dont think hes unkind. there's actually so many moments where he's being sweet. like,, (in the main story at least, cant remember anything about any of the events dhfjsjf) he was basically always nice to Yuu. one of my favorite Rook moments is when he's comforting Deuce in book 5 (comparing him to a chicken in an egg no less which like. amazing). or the way hes always so supportive of Epel? i LOVE the whole part of book 6 when Epel discovered his UM. Rook was so proud of him!! i love that scene where Rook helped Epel with using it, it was so sweet

a smaller thing but his interests are so dear to me. like, yes hes a hunter and an archer but he also likes history!! and historical fashion!! and classical music!! and poetry!! and theatre!! idk there's something very sweet to me here (especially that i do happen to share a lot of his interests shfjshf). ALSO THE FACT THAT HE'S INTERESTED IN ARCHEOLOGY THATS SO SPECIAL TO ME. tho i DO also love that hes an archer, im always weak to archer characters

also hes one of the most queercoded characters in the game imo and as a gay bitch i have to appreciate that

okay i think im done thank you so much for the question writing all that made me feel very normal and sane 🫶

[tojisun]

DROP THE NAME SUNNY/J 🗣‼️

(no but that really sucks, it happened to me these days at uni and i hope that you don't get paired with him often, sounds like a royal jackass)

HEFJHSHF too bad i really liked his name before. it held a sentimental meaning to me but whatever now 🗣

oh god uni work w shit ass groupmates is just the absolute worst. i ended the sem with a group project worth 40% of our mark and reading the prof's comments has me clawing the walls bc i know what he was calling out. or, who it was

but yeah i hope i dont get paired with him anymore or often too!! i was honest to god entertaining the idea of quitting but my workplace is so in-line with my career path so that's what made me stay but the fact that he managed to make me go home and pull up indeed should be a crime 😭

take care my love and thank u for reaching out teehee <33

[raw-law]

I. Have not written a first chapter yet. The writing I'm working on now is me working on my dialogue and things like that (Based off the song "Flight of the crows" by Jhariah, I recommend checking him out!)

I forgot to mention in my other ask, but it is not my art, it is my friend's! I often commission xem.

I dont. Plan on giving Travis any anymore trauma? But I do like writing him suffer(/affectionate) All of the four have something with them, for example

Mac doesn't have any real connection with any of her family anymore despite craving the "normal life" she sees people passing through having.

Jasper has struggles with his own self worth. He's like. A rich white boy. But he gets redeemed! He's not an asshole forever. He needs therapy. Like. Desperately

Travis has problems involving anything social, as in he has no idea how to interact with people he didn't grow up near. He also often falls upon his religion for comfort (Before his multiple encounters with Harmiona).

Taylor is. Aggressive. At times. Like a feral dog. He is also a compulsive liar. Even if he doesn't want to be with certain people, it simply slips out until he can't fix it. I don't talk about him enough

I'm just realizing that like. Travis is the only one with a loving mother,, The rest of them have parents but like. Oughhh I have to explain.

Mac lived in a large trading area, commonly called The Oasis, simply because the surrounding land is desert. It's common enough for teens to branch off from their family's when they are independent enough. It's better to be in smaller groups in most places. It'd be a risk to try and keep a large family.

Jasper, like I said, is rich. Well. Was rich. The whole. Parents with overwhelming expectations thing.

And I haven't fully decided for Taylor yet. But I don't imagine him with supporting parents.

Oh gods, I just realized how long this was. I'm shutting up now. Goodbye. Again I apologize for my late night ramblings my brain won't shut the fuck up about the little guys

-☾

Light:

Ooh...this is getting more interesting.

First of all, it's great to see that each character has their own unique challenges and struggles to overcome throughout the story. And I like that they also have different characteristics, each with their flaws and redeeming qualities, and their vastly different family backgrounds. Overall, I'd say this makes for a well-rounded cast of characters, and adds depth to the story as well. It would be very interesting to see how your different characters get along with each other: would they get on each other's nerves? Would they get along surprisingly well? Are two of them constantly fighting and the rest have to play the mediators? Character dynamics are always intriguing to explore; they're probably my favourite part of writing.

Thanks for sharing! And don't apologise, I can reassure you that we both enjoy your 'late night ramblings' very much.

L:

ooouhhhhhh,, i already like each of their character distinctions.. they're certainly intriguing little fellows.

i agree with what light has said about the characters. i greatly appreciate that they each have their own flaws and complex home lives. those are always my favorite parts to focus on when understanding characters, and it also gives a lot of insight into how they might act/react in other situations.

and i'd also like to see how each of the characters interact with each other. in my opinion, the dynamics of the characters and how well they play off each other are what truly make a story run. maybe i'm a little biased since i'm not all that obsessed with plot in stories.. and i suppose i also have an old storyline that was driven by characters instead of plot... but i still think it stands true to some extent, biased or not.

also, jasper's my favorite. i like annoying rich boys. they're entertaining to me.

do keep rambling. it was nice to read through. thank you for sharing it to begin with.

[easy-revenge]

hey!! idk if tumblr ate my ask, the himeno brainrot has faded or if you just didn’t feel like it (which is so valid lmao no worries) but i would love to hear your headcanons for her!! xx

hiii so sorry !! i actually started answering ur ask when i was on vacation a couple weeks back and then i didnt have enough ideas and put it in my drafts....and to no one's surprise i forgot about it lmao so thank u for reminding me !!

also i can't NOT have himeno brainrot atp don't worry heheh

however im afraid I won't deliver too much on this bc instead of like individual headcanons ive mostly just filled in the blanks that canon left with my own things (often self-indulgent) and made up a life for himeno which i now basically treat as canon lmao (yes this is delusion central)

i will attempt this though but fair warning that a lot of the behaviors and things i associate with her aren't very wholesome or a jolly good time (i suffer daily with this brain)

(cw for mentions of addiction and a lil bit of drugs, i promise it gets more lighthearted after the first few ones lmao)

so, starting off strong, I don't think himeno spends a lot of her time sober. namely, i headcanon her almost always running on some kind of buzz. i think it's established that she handles her liquor well so i dont think it would be noticeable at work, but considering she trained under kishibe for a long time, i can see her having a flask of her own and sipping at it throughout the day.

in the same spirit, i think she would also take any opportunity to properly get wasted. friday nights with aki at her apartment, outings with the people from work etc, especially if she doesn't have work in the morning. i think maybe she believes she's more fun to be around when drunk.

i don't think these behaviors are about entertainment, but rather a way she's found to be more "functional" and able to keep doing what she does and uphold the carefree persona she's established, hence incorporating them into her life to the point of very rarely being stone cold sober.

i think she also doesn't like the idea of her family knowing about how she copes. maybe she doesn't answer her father's phonecalls sometimes, scared of sounding too noticeably drunk at noon on a tuesday. or she's often stressed about her sister's occasional surprise visits in case she comes over and finds himeno's place in disarray and her in a similar state.

apart from alcohol, which is basically canon, i once had a thought about himeno occasionally abusing pills. pain meds prescribed for recovering from a work injury hitting just right paired with some beer on the side one evening and boom yk. i bet it wouldn't be too hard for her, considering her line of work, to get her hands on opioids regularly enough, especially since the story is set in the 90s and doctors used to prescribe them left and right before the amount of patients getting dependent skyrocketed.

to complete the holy trinity of vices, again based on things mentioned in canon, i think himeno is also the type of person to sleep around a lot with distraction being the objective. she has a reputation for getting flirty and handsy with ppl from public safety when drunk and i think that speaks for itself. this is not inherently a vice ofc, but in her case I don't think she engages in this behavior being sound of mind. it almost never happens when she's sober and i headcanon her often regretting it at least briefly the next day.

oof that was a lot lmao. um chill anyways, on a lighter note i have a couple thoughts about her relationship with aki !!

i think it's a habit for them to take care of each other's injuries after missions. im actually writing a fic about aki showing up at himeno's doorstep, bleeding and expecting to be taken care of in his own begrudging, stuck up way lmao. i think himeno is less likely to straight up go to his house for that, but i see them leaving public safety and going home together to shower and bandage their wounds in companionable silence.

additionally to that whole thing, i personally do believe that their relationship could've had a non-platonic side to it, albeit still casual in its nature. leaving that aside, i think they share quite a bit of affection and physical touch regardless, considering how casually we see them invading each other's personal space in canon. so i think they sleep in the same bed a lot, after tending to each other's wounds, or getting too drunk in himeno's living room. i think it took a while for aki to stop being tense and relax into it, but they settled into a comfortable zone and it was sth they both needed more than they would ever admit.

fujimoto once talked about himeno and said that she is the type to leave a lot of her stuff behind at aki's place and u better believe i ran with it. clothes, hair brushes, a spare toothbrush in the bathroom, you can't change my mind. i also think that to some extent it goes both ways. himeno has a shitload of aki's tupperware at her place, from all the food he brings her weekly, and she never washes them unless aki comes over to do it himself and by the time he decides to take some back, there's always more. black hair ties are often littered in her bathroom cabinets and on one of her night stands. a book on her windowsill that aki brought to read before bed once and then never took home.

not to get dark again, but talking about them is bound to make me sad sooner or later :) based on the way she thinks about aki's death in canon, i think she would often panic when thinking about aki's shrivelling lifespan, especially at the beginning when aki had a lot of years to spare and surely used the sword more freely. i imagine her being restless in her bed with aki sleeping next to her, feeling compelled to check on his breathing or his pulse. reach over and touch his hand to feel him alive and warm, hoping it would soothe her to sleep.

i also think she's there a lot of the times aki cries. i bet the first time she saw him was accidental, or at least not a conscious decision on aki's part. i also bet himeno didn't really know what to think of it initially, but soon looked at aki under a different light bc of it. i think aki finds comfort in himeno being in the same room as the tears spill from his eyes after a day of watching people die. and i think himeno loves giving him that, even though it tugs at her chest in uncomfortable ways she can't quite point out.

i feel compelled to but i won't go into the whole being in love with aki situation, because first of all its not even a headcanon but very much there and secondly i will ramble indefinitely about how i think her pining for him would manifest and this is already a huge post god bless

on a slightly different note before i bring this to a close, i like thinking about her bond with kishibe a lot as well. it's not shown enough in the anime or manga, but i imagine them being friends. i think they would go out for drinks but more to talk than get wasted. i think they'd have the capacity to talk about very real things but also nothing at all. kishibe might be the only person himeno talks to properly about aki, aside from her letters to her sister, because he shares the same life as her and inevitably has more space tl understand. maybe kishibe gets to talk a bit about quanxi too.

haha oh well :D that's all i have for now. if u read this far thank you and also im sorry lmao. hadn't sat down to microwave himeno like this in a hot minute i loved getting the opportunity to do it so thanks for the ask anon !! till next time ~

[ambrosykim]

since im suddenly so intrigued by them: adele and f. 2, 6, 7, 15, 29, 30 for the couples ask!

heehee thank uuu!! i'll give u a lil bonus adele fact: i've only recently discovered she's a lesbian, and also might be, like, wayyy more butch than previously thought (that's why he's trying out he/him pronouns rn) this got really long omg

2. Do they like each other's friends? Do their friends like them?

first of all! adele is besties with morgan (as much as those two can be friendly, they are that with each other) but that's pretty much where the friendliness ends lmao both nat and ava exasperate adele so much; nat is overly nice (and adele sees her as a bit fake lol) and ava is just too controlling, like dude it's no big deal i can smoke inside it's fine 🙄

and i think both nat and ava find her a lot for similar reasons, he's too closed off for nat's liking (even tho farah can def bring her out of her shell) plus! she disregards the rules? that's illegal you can't do that! as for ava, i think she might see adele as competition for leader? (don't tell adele that, it will go to his head lol) bc adele made morgan like her so fast and hes just so chill about most things, ava might be afraid they like him more than her (obv not, but one can never be too anxious!)

6. Do they have pet names for each other? Do they like them?

farah: babe, baby, cupcake, pumpkin and the like lol (look, you *know* that farah has a bunch of pet names for adele, especially using the more outrageous ones in public to try to make her blush (he's very pale so if farah succeeds, adele is literally like a tomato) but unfortunately for farah, adele can control herself 😤)

adele: she uses my love the most often (or just love), but the rare times she says farah's name he pronounces it so carefully that it feels like a love confession in itself (especially if she says it while holding farah's hand and looking into her eyes??? hooo boy)

7. What's their most and least favorite thing about each other?

farah: most favourite is how serious adele can get if the occasion calls for it, despite being a very chill person usually. least favourite is how long it takes adele to get ready for bed (10+ steps skincare routine. hour long baths... look she has her routine okay?? his hair does not look like that just on its own!)

adele: most favourite is farah's energy! he could literally listen to her talk all day, and would entertain any of farah's ideas and if she wanted to go somewhere, adele would already be in her car like where do u want me to go

and least favourite... also farah's energy, but socially lmao but for real, adele is like a cat personified, if she didn't have to have social interaction, he would just be vibing by herself all the time. so now that farah is suddenly around her a lot, she is both fascinated and horrified by her energy (and in social situations he just ends up following her around lmaooo so farah just has a 5'11 shadow following her around like 😶

15. What habits or characteristics have they picked up from each other?

adele is always fidgeting with her rings, and ever since they got together, he just fidgets with farah's hands instead? and in turn he lets farah take her rings off and subtly massage her hands and then slowly put the rings back and 🥰🥰🥰 i dont remember what the question was lol sorry this is not it anyways <3

29. Where is their relationship lacking? What could they do to improve it?

maybe communication? i know i've said that adele is pretty straightforward in her feelings but um... not all the time lol he tends to sulk around a bit instead of telling farah if something's up with her :'))

30. Where is their relationship the strongest?

how much they have each others' backs. adele is always down to clown with farah but would 100% murder someone for her, no questions asked (even tho farah could do that herself, idc it's romantic🥰)

the relationship questions for reference

[okthatsgreat]

new chapter release and ask game.... you have made this so much easier for me. yet so much harder. there's so much to talk about....... ill start w the ask game bc no matter how desperately id love to talk about the recent chapter i want to collect my thoughts about it bc as of reading it i have been in such a state. 7 (if ur open to it !! if not then keep your dark secrets hidden), 41, 47, 69 (haha)

ehehehhehehe im sorry about the STATE!!! <3

7. post a snippet from a wip

omg....... okay i cant lie to you i have not started this next chapter so teeechhhnically i don't have any wips lmaoooo However. i am a woman of drama and mystery. so here is a snippet of rough dialogue from a scene that is going to happen further on down the line :) for those who dont want to be spoiled ill leave it under read more!!

41. who’s your favorite character you’ve written?

ohhhhh GODDD that's hard genuinely ive loved all of them and if not loved then liked at the least. i loved writing in mius pov just because shes so entertaining to dissect especially in lgowab, where she was in an environment that arguably (not even arguably just straight up LMFAO) brought out the worst in her. im also a big fan of makotos povs because im obsessed with how much he lies. and not even maliciously. so much of what he thinks contradicts what he says but hes still the good guy

its been a while but tenkos pov was so much fun to write from as well....... so entertaining. she has a huge personality and huge heart it was really fun to write

47. is there a trope that you’ve written before but are now sick of?

LMFAOOO ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. hm hm hm. alright i am ABSOLUTELY not saying i got sick of it i loved writing her but there was one long period of time where i was just straight up dreading writing from himikos pov when i was writing lgowab and it was literally all my fault LOL. mius povs were so high action and dramatic and tense so it was super fun to write from her side, and at this point in the story she was just getting into the enforcement team and was starting her downward spiral. and then i had himiko, who was progressing but at a pace that was a lot slower. which was fully intentional!!! like i WANTED that to happen. but i just had no idea what to write for her, because in comparison to miu's pov himiko was just so Fine if that makes sense. like obviously himiko was not doing okay mental health wise but she had a gf and friends and a pretty solid understanding of where she stood in regards to safety. miu had none of that, was spiralling out of her mind, and was actively pushing everybody away. eventually himikos story picked up and i found myself getting into her pov more but yeah ghdfjksghdjkfgh hit a bit of a wall!

don't even know what trope that classifies as WHOOPS!

69 (haha). what are your favorite fics at the moment?

favorites of mine ouughhh no clue! i like rereading run from your demons :] same with lgowab honestly. sometimes i just get reminded of a scene and i want to go back and read it again to get a better mental visual lol. but that applies to literally all of my fics so IDK!!!

in regards to other peoples fics i really do not read fanfiction that often HFDSKGHFSJDHHGKHJ ummmm i think the last one i read was the hope's peak gay straight alliance by vanadisvalentine and that one was a nice feel-good one :)

THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!! <3333333333

fanfiction writing game!

[atzfilm]

Hii so I wanted to ask some advice for ppl (me lol) who want to write fanfics?? U obviously don’t have to but I do look up to you for your work and was wondering if you could give some tips :)) thank uu 💕💕

SUREE!! 🥹 it's a bit hard for me to come up with some things that are key points in writing fanfic bc i don't think I just write, but i guess i can point out a few donts or guidelines i think of, especially when writing "real people" fanfic?

i don't write anything relating to their actual family bc i feel like it's a bit much? idk, just not something id ever consider doing. pets are OK for me just family members not so much

writing about their insecurities that they've talked about feels icky. ive seen it happen a LOT and it just makes me feel like its crossing a boundary? idk

a big one: if the person you're writing about explicitly states that they do not like when people write ff about them, stop wititng it immediately. if any of the guys said it i wouldn't write anymore ever again, just a respect thing

a few do's i think of?

i often write genres and things outside of like modern life fanfics because i find it more entertaining (ie fantasy, scifi, etc) but tbh this is a personal preference so you can just write whatever comes to mind!

some people open asks for requests (not me bc I struggle with fulfilling my own ideas, i can't imagine having to follow someone else's) but it's a good way to start and get practice!

outlining larger fics, even if it's just key points. i actually don't (and really need to tbh) because you'll forget even when you say you won't 😭 so it's 100% a good idea to do that!

thesaurus is your best friend, fr. i have her open on the side everytime because a lot of words feel repetitive 😭 but having that helps a lot ! just make sure the synonym makes sense sjdhdjfh

tags are good too! especially when you're just starting, it'll help you reach a larger audience hehe

that's all I can think of! i often just start writing in random moments of inspiration, but we all have our own flow! don't get discouraged when you see others uploading faster than you, everyone has their own pace :>

[dollfacefantasy]

Literally cant stop thinking about cry if i want to it was so good omg but what do you think would happen if one day negan brought home a new toy whos nothing like reader and reader whos already totally broken and craves his attention suddenly gets tossed to the side and neglected? Like shes being moved to a different room where shes not even allowed to go out and the only thing she gets to do is wait for negan and simon notices so he takes advantage of the situation, do you think negan would still care enough about reader to notice what simon was doing to them and stopping it or would he just ignore it? If he was ignoring it it would definitely lead to some form of permanent damage on reader right? Do you think negan would regret it? Would he want his old doll back or would he like his new toy better? Anyways i love your writing so much and this is a bit angsty plus idk if you do angst so if you dont wanna do it i totally get it!!

omg no thank you so much for sending me this ask!! 🩷 i am so happy you liked that fic cause i was kind of nervous about posting it. and no worries about sending me angst either, i love angst i just don't tend to write it too often.

first of all, that's such an interesting idea. because obviously reader knows negan has other women, and as of now, it doesn't bother her or make her jealous in the traditional sense. but part of that comes from the difference in their roles. like they're the wives and she's his dolly or pet or whatever. she never considered the possibility of her role being expanded to someone else or being taken away from her completely. and if she's fully broken, that would devastate her. like that's daddy. what do you mean he just doesn't want to see her anymore?

but as for the other aspect of this, i think even if negan found someone new to be the object of his affection, he would not let simon have free reign over reader in any form. not necessarily because he cares about her feelings or feels bad but because reader is his. he is possessive if nothing else, and he does not like sharing his toys. he'll discard reader in favor of someone new who offers more entertainment for him, but he won't let simon play with her or use her as a punching bag or something.

however, say simon managed to be slick about it and get at reader without negan noticing at first, when negan finds out he's gonna be pissed. he would feel bad because in a way he would acknowledge that it's his fault. like he's in charge, she's in his care, he's supposed to keep her from harm (except when he feels she needs it to keep her in line). simon would get punished for what he did. negan's not gonna kill him or cast him out, but in some indirect, psychological way, he'll get back at him.

for reader, this whole thing would bring her back to negan. some part of him really does feel guilty and now a bit regretful for throwing her aside like she meant nothing. but another part of him sees all of this as something new for him to play with. she's changed from being preyed on by simon, and he's interested in that. he's also curious to see how she and his new toy would play together, if the two would compete and vie for his attention or if she'd find comfort having someone else in her same position. he'd definitely mess around with that too after giving her a lot of solo attention to help her feel better (as better as she can be given her circumstances.)

i don't think he would hold any permanent damage simon did against her. he's not going to complain about any scars or behaviors she developed. he'll take care of her and try to get her to a state of feeling better. and he really makes an effort now to keep her away from simon now.

again thank you so much for this ask, i really appreciate your interest!! <33

[luvrgreyy]

A PERFECTLY RUINED THING

boyfriend's brother!leon x f!reader

word count: 3.1k summary: leon's attempts to comfort you after a fight with his older brother. masterlist | ko-fi

18+ MDNI. infidelity, one mention of masturbation, age gap(leon is 21, reader is 25), non-con kissing, car sex, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, oral(r!receiving), praise, soft dom leon.

a/n: not my best work, but alright. this was meant to be a short, self indulgent fic, i dont know how i ended up writing this much. anyway, here's something to keep you guys occupied while i work on a new series im writing :3

leon has always had a thing for you. ever since you started dating his brother a few years ago, he’d always found you attractive. he’s tried to get over you, date other girls, but that doesn’t really seem to work.

his brother was a moron, and he was sure you deserved better. not that leon considered himself any better. it’s wrong, it’s messed up in every possible way, which is why he could never tell his brother how he truly feels.

family is important, and leon wouldn't do anything to risk losing his brother's respect.

but being around you, watching you, it's all too much sometimes. he would often find himself fantasizing about you while jerking off to porn, imagining it was him instead of his brother making out with you, touching you, fucking you.

it used to bother him a lot, feeling like this for someone who was technically off-limits. but lately, with his brother spending lesser time around the house, leon had started to brush off those guilty feelings.

and he began to entertain the idea that maybe, just maybe, he could have you for himself one day. the fantasies were harmless, he told himself, as long as they remained just that — fantasies.

leon shakes his head and comes out of his thoughts with a start. he couldn't make out all the words, but he could tell you and his brother were fighting. nothing new there.

he knows he shouldn't care, that it's none of his business, but he can't help but wonder what his brother had said to make you so upset. was he flirting with some girl? did he forget your birthday again? had you finally broken up with him? he felt bad for being somewhat happy at the thought.

until he hears the door slam. he blinks and looks up, listening as the sound echoes through the house. well, so much for staying out of it.

he’s about to get up when he hears your footsteps, and soon you stomp into the living room, face flushed with anger.

"hey, what's wrong?" he asks softly, looking up at you from his place on the couch. you stopped pacing and turn to face him, eyes brimming with tears. "your stupid brothers what’s wrong,”

he can't help it, his jaw twitches at the mention of his brother, but he manages to keep a neutral look otherwise. “what did he do this time?" he asks quietly, standing up. you bite your lip and look away, struggling to find the words.

"i don't know," you finally reply. "he's just— he’s being difficult,” he wants to hug you, to comfort you, but he's hesitant to do so. you’ve just never been that close, so he just stands there awkwardly as you try to speak through the tears.

“i-i’ve tired talking to him, but he never listens. i don’t know what i did, but i know there's something wrong,”

“i’m sorry about him,” it's stupid, he knows his brother is terrible to you, but he couldn't stop myself from making a dig. “but you know you can talk to me, right?”

“i know,” you choke out a sob. “but— i just wanna go home, leon.”

it kills him to see you like this, especially since he knows it's his brother's fault. but he wants you to stay. he doesn't say it, but he hopes, silently, that you'll stay with him instead. “yeah, okay,” he agrees, forcing a smile. “i can do that, i can take you home.” he reaches out and gently wipes away your tears, thumb lingering on your cheek.

“thank you,” you sniff and nod, reaching up to brush his hand away. he lets it linger a moment longer, before reluctantly pulling back.

he knows he should tell you it will all work out, that his brother loves you and that things will be fine... but he can't. because then he'd be lying.

the ride to your house is quiet. he wants to say something, anything, but it seems wrong to talk about anything lighthearted.

when he pulls up to your house, he parks and turns to you. you're staring out the window, silent tears streaming down your cheeks.

"hey," he asks softly. "you okay?"

you look at him then, really look at him, and for a moment, he thinks he sees something in your eyes — a flicker of... something. he doesn't know what it is, and he doesn't bother trying to find out when you reach out for his hand.

he freezes. it's a small point of contact, one he's not ready for.

he tries not to tremble as you hold his hand, but you're so close to him and he can't make himself pull away, so he does the only thing he can think to do — pretend nothing is wrong and and just sit there, praying you don't notice how his breath catches in his throat. praying you can't feel how hard he is.

you just want comfort, he tells himself. don't be weird.

he looks down at your fingers, how small they looked, your soft skin, the way your nails dig lightly into his skin.

"leon?" your voice comes out a small squeak.

"yeah?"

he tries to say something else, but its no use. all he can think about is how close your hand is to his dick. how easy it would be to move it a few inches and have you cupping him. he doesn't do that, of course. that would be messed up. but the thought alone is making him rock hard.

god, he feels like a fucking pervert, crossing his legs to try and hide his boner. you look at him with those big, beautiful eyes, and he nearly melts. he wants nothing more than to kiss you right then and there. but he can't. can he?

"i— uh, thank you."

you withdraw your hand, and the relief he feels is short-lived, because he watches you reach out for the door. he doesn't want you to go. not yet, anyway. "wait," he says, and you pause.

before he can stop himself, his mouth is on yours. it's just a small, chaste kiss, but it's still a massive step. what the hell is wrong with him? you're his brother's girlfriend for fucks sake! but you don't pull away, and he can't bring himself to do the same.

for a moment, he thinks you kiss him back. just for a second. it's hard to tell, since it's so quick, but he could swear he feels your lips moving with his. he pulls back, breathless, eyes wide.

"i'm so sorry," he whispers, knowing it's not enough, but not knowing what else to say. so he just sits there, staring at you, trying not to panic.

he can't think straight. all he can focus on is your lips, how soft they were, the way they moved with his. it was a real kiss. a tentative one, yes, but real. his mind is spinning. what does this mean? does it even mean anything at all? or was it just a momentary lapse in judgment? he knows he shouldn't have done it. he should've let you go, let you walk out of his life for good. but looking at you now, he realizes he'd do it all over again, whatever the consequences are.

this makes him bold. reckless. and he moves in for another kiss, hand cupping your cheek. this time, there's no mistake — you pull him closer, your tongue darting out to lick his lower lip. he can taste you on his lips, like really taste you. it’s incredible.

one hand moves down your side, to rest on your hip. the other cradles your head, fingers threaded through your hair. he pours all his emotion into the kiss — the frustration, the longing, the love he's kept hidden for so long. you taste like toothpaste and happiness, and it's the best thing he's ever experienced.

this goes on for a long time. like, a really long time. long enough that he starts to feel guilty, like he's taking advantage of you or something. but you don't seem to mind. you kiss him back, enthusiastically, and he swallows the small noises you make in your throat.

the kiss finally breaks, and you're panting. he is too. your lips are swollen and glossy, hands on his chest, pushing him away, but only slightly.

he doesn't care anymore. he's past the point of return. "i want you," he whispers, trying to memorize the feel of you. "i want you so bad. please," he begs, the plea raw in his voice. "i'll make it good for you, i promise.”

“leon,” you breathe out his name again. “this.. this isn’t right,”

he knows you’re right. of course you are. but he can't help himself. his desire drowns out whatever sense and reasoning he may still have. you're his brother's girlfriend. it's wrong, it's messed up, it's... “it doesn't feel wrong," he argues softly, thumb brushing against your flushed cheek. "does it?" you don't answer, just shake your head.

next thing he knows, his hand is sliding up your thigh, pushing your skirt up with it. he feels a scrap of fabric and the smooth skin it's covering. he stops, hovering just at the edge of decency.

“tell me to stop,” his lips hover just above yours. “tell me to stop, and i will.”

he waits. and waits. and waits. but no words come. you're quiet, neither denying nor confirming, and that's enough for him to take it as a yes. his hand continues up, past your knee, brushing the edge of your panties. he can feel the heat emanating from you, how your body is screaming at him to continue. to keep going. to take what he wants.

and he does. one finger, then two, slip in to push your panties to the side, and he's rewarded with a small gasp.

he shifts his fingers higher, seeking out your clit. he finds it, and rubs gently. you buck, just a little, and he freezes.

"this okay?" he looks at your face, searching for any sign that he should stop.

a tiny nod, almost imperceptible. "yeah," your voice is breathy. "yeah, leon." you grab his wrist, stopping him from retreating. "don't stop." he doesn't.

he goes back to rubbing your clit, fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles. one finger slips down to test your entrance. he pushes it inside, just the tip, and you tense. he groans in triumph at the feel of your slick walls, taking it as a sign to pushes further, sinking his finger knuckle deep into your pussy. you mewl, and he nearly comes in his pants.

your hips start to move, trying to fuck his hand, and he's happy to oblige. he adds another finger, hand practically punching into your dripping cunt. you're so wet and tight, so perfect for him.

“get in the back," he hisses through his teeth. "wanna have a taste.”

he doesn’t give you time, roughly shoving you into the backseat, and plopping himself down in a position where you straddle his face while his hands push your thighs apart.

he kneels down, and trails a finger up your inner thigh, finding your panties damp with arousal. he hooks his fingers in the elastic and drags them down, letting your soaked cunt be exposed to the air. he buries his face in your pussy, fingers spreading you apart. "fuck, you smell good," he groans, before closing his lips around your clit and sucking, tongue darting out to lick your juices.

you let out a startled yelp at the suddenness of it all, but he doesn't care. he's too busy breathing in your scent, licking and sucking at your little pussy, fingers digging into your hips as he pushes his tongue as far as it will go. he eats you like you're the last morsel of food on earth, desperate and ravenous.

your juices flood his mouth as he sucks and licks, fucking you with his hand while his mouth eats your pussy. he growls in the back of his throat, loving how you taste. he pulls away for a second, just long enough to yank your panties the rest of the way off, before diving back in. he can hear you whimper and moan, the sounds music to his ears.

the car lurches, and his face is buried in your pussy. he looks up, surprised, as you suddenly buck against him. but he recovers quickly, one hand reaching out to grab your wrist and pull you back down to his mouth, the other hand keeping the first two fingers of his other hand knuckle-deep in your pussy, pumping them slowly.

"i got you," he mouths around your clit, and continues eating you with renewed vigor, as if trying to prove a point. his tongue is fast, slick, and decisive, and he knows it's coming.

"tell me when," he mumbles, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy.

he feels it. the way you go slack, how your muscles tremble and contract. he's already sucking hard on your clit, lips vacuuming up your little bundle of nerves, trying to suck your orgasm straight into his mouth.

“imma cum, leon, i’m—“ you start, but the words die down in your throat.

your entire body bows back, throat making a sound like a scream that tappers out. he drinks it all in, every single drop of your release coating his lips, tongue, and it dribbles down to his chin.

he pulls back, sitting back on his heels, hands pushing your knees together to keep you from tipping over.

"c'mere," he coos. gently pushing you back onto the car seat, he slots himself between your legs. his cock strains against the zipper of his jeans, and with a curse, he undoes them, freeing his shaft.

he helps you get in position, hands shaking slightly as he lines himself up with your entrance. he's hard, veins bulging along the shaft, the tip leaking precum.

“can i?”

you nod. just once, and it's enough. his hips buck forward, slow and steady, feeling you stretch around him, the intrusion making you wince.

"sorry," he whispers, before pulling back slightly. "’ts okay," you hum in response.

your walls resist, then give, slowly swallowing up his length. but he doesn't stop until he's buried to the hilt, hips flush with yours "god, you're tight,” he looks down, watches himself disappear into you, and it's the hottest thing he's ever seen.

he takes his time, letting you adjust, letting yourself get used to the feeling of him inside you when he starts to move, it's a slow thrust, pulling back almost all the way, then pushing back in, creating a slow rhythm.

he's patient, letting the rhythm build, in and out, in and out, feeling your walls relax around him more and more with each thrust.

his hips rise up, his abs flexing as he pulls back, then lower, feeling you swallow him up again.

"feels so good," he admits, voice strained with the effort of holding back.

his hands land on your hips, fingers digging in, holding you in place as he fucks you, slow and deep, with a pace that's almost lazy.

“leon,” your voice is soft, almost dreamy. “leon,” you repeat his name like a prayer.

“i’m—”

“i know,” he huffs against your lips, feeling his balls drawing up.

your nails rake down his chest. “i’m gonna—“ “cum.” he groans, hips bucking harder, trying to draw it out. your pussy spasms, milking him for all he's worth, and he's powerless to stop it.

he's coming all over your insides. your walls suck him dry, and he slumps forward, forehead pressed against your shoulder, chest heaving.

your hand threads through his hair, holding his head still against your shoulder. he nuzzles into the touch, feeling your warmth, your softness. he's spent. emotionally and physically.

he pulls out slowly, cock slipping free, and a pearly rope of cum dribbles out. he grabs a napkin from the glovebox, and gently wipes your lips clean. he looks over at you, taking in your mussed hair, your flushed cheeks, your half-lidded eyes. you look relaxed. content.

"you alright?" he asks softly.

“mhm,”

he smiles, small and shy. like he didn’t just fuck your brains out. “good.”

he tucks himself back into his pants, zipping up. it takes a bit of effort to extricate himself from the wreckage of the backseat. he turns to you, and just looks. you straighten out your clothes, carefully smoothing down the fabric of your rumpled shirt. he watches as you adjust your skirt, his gaze soft yet intense.

“well, uh,” you pull back, eyes meeting, and you swallow hard. “i should probably go..”

“oh, yeah, of course," he pauses, then adds. “i’ll walk you to your door.”

you climb out of the car, and he follows. the cool night air feels strange on your skin, and it makes your skin shiver. he walks you to your front door, hands shoved deep in his pockets. the walk is silent, but not uncomfortable. you stop at your front door, and you turn to him.

“thank you,” you say softly. “for tonight.” he smiles. and you smile back. and for a second, he thinks of kissing you again. but he doesn't.

"night," he turns to leave, but pauses. "i hope this is the last time i see you.”

as you watch him go, your heart feels full. and weird. you can't stop smiling, even as you go inside and lock the door behind you. you walk to the bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror. your hair is a mess. your face is flushed.

i guess now you know who the better kennedy is.

[only-lonely-lovers]

07.16.2022 (2)

Bird is あ / Avvy is つ

つ：wtf yeess I think Nene would be so good at entertaining Tsukasa anlfskd;f man imagine if she could like, show TSUKASA her bunny hood, her hampter, god willing

あ：tsukanene interactions feel like they could be sooo two kids just hanging out yk. like we can have such humble exchanges, i'll show you some baubles i got from the daiso

i think getting tsukasa little doller shop trinkets is really effective like you know. how much kids really will be happy with 50 cent party favors. the entertainment is so easy

つ：its funny hanako plays card games but i dont get the impression he'd love some real nintendogs bullshit….. I dunno. I have no idea what Hanako would love to play with in the modern day. and yet nene's like. music box she had brought over would DEFINITELY beguile tsukasa

あ：somehow Hanako comes off as a guy who idk enjoys the specific intellectual aspect of playing some stupid card game. like your boy is more likely to do a sudoku i think. on the spectrum of things

i think the quiet fiddliness of it is the perk. cards are good time killers. but indeed i dont think he would be beguiled by some colorful app game or simple ds game. i think he looks at yashiro playing some of her app games and is like. [dirt…]

Like uncontrollably thinks it seems , a bit stupid. Hanako could not see the beauty of pocket frogs. but Tsukasa could

つ：FROGS i would worry he would just jump the lilypads for hours

あ：Giving tsukasa your phone so he can mature the frogs that take hours of jumping . but then it is difficult to take it from him later It's like -- wait. this feels wrong

つ：it seems like exploitation

あ：Like somehow Sakura is disappointed in you Please be mindful of what you provide him.

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つ：it does mess me up that a tear licking scene would happen in something but its not a 'sick fuck' inclination or instinct… it's a genuine gesture from a child

あ：Oh it's devastatingly sincere you know. it's tsukasa trying to comfort amane….

つ：thats so weird to be able to happen!!! i can't stop dying about it, its also done while the person receiving it as comfort has said something resentful… it's the perfect context for a really sincere and loving tear lick. you feel like tsukasa is just a little alien expressing love uniquely. if anyone reads that scene as like "thats how you know something is wrong with him" i would hit them with a rake

あ：Commentary like this really wants to make me kill. dont be so cruel. this is really something a weird child could do

It's sooo lovingly depicted and drawn. it is such a win idk why it would happen but thanks…. aidairo…. Tsukasa really isn't just some anime pervert with they tongue out. He's more fun than that!!!

the fact is, young amane doesn't seem put off or grossed out by it at all. i think his overwhelmed upset brain is genuinely interrupted like mh…?

lowers hands...

つ：big wide eyes looking at tsukasa….

あ：you were being reactive and upset and tsukasa is being sooo gentle and sweet, i think you just simmer

つ：pajamnas booooy… oughh

あ：but it's much like how later hanako doesn't shove tsukasa away, just looks on wide eyed… i think he cannot help but be soothed soothed, touched, awed, silenced… the feeling just isnt repulsion of any kind

つ：can't seem to do much… he really isn't put-off by this gesture, he's just paused by it interrupting his crying. which is what it's good for.

あ：i think you just make him mentally pause. which is good

amane has his own funny alien quality, when he is just staring blankly

つ：he is looqs at tsukasa flatly so often, funny guy. the-- when i mentioned tsukasa wanting to do staring contests again, i was thinking about this

like surely sometimes you two were just doing that kind of game. maybe amane is in fact better at it bc he can focus, too. and tsukasa is like i freaking love the staring contents mnrngmmn mm [inspects your iris]

あ：you two are funny weirdos. you can just imagine them being very locked in staring silently. but i do think amane would actually be better at unbreaking stare

つ：tsukasa will get distracted or forget why they are staring. like you do this sssooo hard and then tsukasa just stands up and walks across the room and its like TSUKASA-- WE WERE-- HEY

tsukasa mentally like mmm that was good staring. what were we doing? i want a juice

あ：gets indignant like you come back here and look into my eyeballs scruffs you fucking.. holds the front of your shirt while we do it this time

つ：you need a version of this game where you snap your fingers every so often to remind him its a staring contest, he needs a signifier if hes just sitting there in silence he's gonna forget

あ：a version of a staring contest where every few seconds you say "Tsukasa."

つ：if you want to make it so horny i suppose

あ：flkd ghf gf

つ：you shouldn't do that he'll start saying Amane back ritualistically and you won't like that vibe

あ：me when I create my own undoing I will not like the vibe

つ：you won't like it.

あ：Trying to do it in the tone of hey dummy but then its like. the reply is excited bark singsongy. delighted

つ：then you switch to the snapping . better

あ：problem solving

つ：he's still going to be horny but you can like not notice it so much

あ：its funny bc i think amane like hyperfocuses on accomplishing it and then is like. wait. this isnt like, important, whatever. lets get juice

つ：i think if you both have iron focus its like idk who DOES win. i dont KNOW. someone just will blink and thats that. and then amane is like. well that was the whole game then

あ：IF we can manage staying focused i think its a 50/50 shot I think Tsukasa plays katanuki unblinkingly

つ：i lookat the sugar crumbs

あ：yes. i think i could imagine like 100 scenarios where the yugis have a funny moment where they make each other quantifiably horny like this but its like. [amane shakes head] eugh. okay anyways

つ：mmmoving on.

あ：I think that's actually the funniest way to imagine the alive boys

つ：it IS. not sucking and fucking but having weird little fleeting moments. and its funny bc only 1 of them is backing away from it sometimes

あ：one of you is trying to not get owned. i wont get owned. etc. its funny bc its a circumstance where the one who would not resist is also not. feeling like. rejected. is just like :)

つ：is just pleasantly wee woo even if you like ditch. it's still like that was fun. i feel good (:

あ：felt pretty good to meee