#the only other one im aware of is aces low

[tikiface]

This still fucks me up on the daily.

[dreamcsc]

your love is written by the way you cry for me ❧ mingyu

hurt/comfort. not beta read, IM SORRY!😛

morning came earlier than you expected as you pulled your aching body off the bed. it was past seven pm, which meant you had overslept the day away.

it’s a classic at this point. you’d come stumbling way past midnight from a studio session with jihoon because you wanted to ace this final exam for your senior year of college. each promise you uttered out to mingyu that you’ll come home early than the previous days were too many to count.

mingyu stirs under the blanket. “baby? you awake?” you hear him grumble out, his low morning voice making your heart tump.

however, the guilt is still buried deep in your stomach. you’ll probably let it eat you alive if mingyu hadn’t reach over to pull you back into the covers, his neck dangerously close to yours, his heart even closer.

“yeah,” you reply. “how’d you sleep, gyu?” you ask. mingyu hums out and nuzzles closer. “had a hard time falling asleep.”

now the guilt isn’t just filling your stomach, it’s climbing up your chest. you knew you shouldn’t ask why. the both of you clearly knew why, but you still do.

“why? did you drink too much caffeine again?” you humored, but the laugh barely reach your eyes. mingyu shakes his head, “nah, it’s just my classes and stuff.” he attempts but you knew it totally wasn’t because of that.

mingyu was always an excelling student since forever. he had topped top three in his whole class, earning class president all the way up to his current year: senior year. and because of that fact, you couldn’t help but feel the guilt continue its way up your heart now. the heart that is physically close to his, yet something different engulfs it.

“mingyu, i know i said i’ll be back home soon but—” you try to start but only received another head shake. “i get it. uni’s hard, i know. i know you got studios and lessons to get to. i get it all,”

a frown paints your face, heart saddening at his words. “mingyu…” mingyu only cracks a small smile, one that didn’t reach his eyes like it used to. “baby, it’s okay. i’m okay. as long as you’re here now.”

you could only nod, “thank you so much, mingyu. i—uhm,” you hesitation causes mingyu to fully face you now, giving his full attention. “what’s on your mind, baby? talk to me, i wanna know.”

your hand reach behind your nape, slightly clawing at your skin at the words that is about to make its way out of your lips. “jihoon and i had an argument.”

mingyu makes an ‘o’ face, trying to process the new information. just when he was about to speak, you cut him off. “but! that’s okay, haha. it made me realized that i’m too self-absorbed. i’m not aware of others’ feelings. i only focus on myself.”

“what are you trying to say?” mingyu questions with a confused expression. “i realized i’m not being a good partner for you.” was all you said. mingyu only hums in acknowledgment, not letting another sound out.

“i get what you mean,” mingyu says. undoubtedly his confirmation stings you a little bit, but you knew you had to accept this. you had brought this upon yourself and now isn’t the time to chicken out.

“you sure are all talk these days.” mingyu confirms again. and this one made you pierce your lips together, not daring to speak. “and you haven’t been acting on the things you say.” mingyu confirms once again.

now you’re shutting your eyes tightly together, not wanting to see his face anymore. not because of how harsh his words are, but because all of what he’s saying was true. but the pride, hurt, and ego slowly fades away when you feel mingyu’s touch on your chin.

“look at me,” mingyu softly speaks, thumbing your chin that could make you levitate at the softness, care, and love lingering on it. so you opened your eyes.

“come back to me, love. your heart is so pure, i can see that. no—i can feel it.”

you gave him a slight shove, “my heart is not pure, mingyu. all i think about is me. i neglected you because i wanted to be satisfied with myself, my grades, and whether if i’m going to graduate.” you rebutted.

but mingyu gives you a peck on the lips to shut you up. “what you did was wrong, i agree. however, you’re taking accountability right now. you’re talking to me, opening up to me, you trust me. and you’re still thinking of me.” he says ever-so-softly.

you couldn’t help but let a tear out that you never noticed. with lip quivering, you nod your head. “you’re right.”

“now, let’s get all these sad tears aside and cuddle some more, what do you say?” mingyu chuckles while wiping your cheeks before placing a peck on each side. you nod, “most definitely! my turn to give you all the kisses you deserve because you’re truly the best, kim mingyu.”

mingyu cocks his eyebrow at you, “not you saying that while using my full name. you’re making it sound like it’s a bad thing to be the best.” he jokes, earning him a light smack on his shoulder.

“i could cry for you every single second because i don’t deserve you, honestly. you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” you say with a smile that finally reaches your eyes.

mingyu reaches for your cheeks again, his thumb once grace under your eyes, wiping another set of tears you didn’t realize had escaped. “baby, please don’t cry. school’s already made your eyes full of tears. i don’t intend to do the same.”

you giggle at his words, heart full of love receiving from the man you love the most. “that’s different kind of tears.” you start. “this one are tears that was so loved by someone who cares for me. so thank you for making me cry. i love you so so much. i wish there was a better way to say than i love you.”

mingyu engulfs you into a hug before speaking. “the way you cry for me is already enough for me to understand your love.”

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Better Of Two Evils

Summary: After Damian’s flirty nature comes to life, you’re left to deal with its aftermath with no other than the Demon King and his Human vessel.

Pairings: Bálor x F!Reader x Finn

Warnings: +18, smut, slight heresy, mentions of worship, p in v, oral (f receiving), curse words, slight dom x sub.

A/N: This is my birthday gift for the amazing @theworldofotps , she wanted a sequel to Salome so I hope you like it, babe. I wish you nothing but the best in your new journey and I hope it’s filled with all good things one can have in life! I love you so much, thank you for being my friend, and for being one of the most amazing people I’ve ever had the pleasure to meet in my life. You truly deserve the world and I hope you have an amazing day love ya.

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Of Damian’s flirty nature, you were already aware of, not only because of Finn’s endless warnings but also because you’ve witnessed the Puerto Rican man’s charm over women a handful of times now.

Damian flirts with everyone, literally everyone. No matter the age, gender, or ethnicity, he always found a way to captivate whomever he interacted with. And it was no different with you.

“Wow, mami” Damian whistled when you entered through the club’s back door. “You’re gonna give a man a heart attack”.

Your outfit was less than impressive, since it was a low night at the club you decided for a more casual look: a navy blue velvet tracksuit, along with a pair of black All Stars summed up your outfit for the night.

“Always a charmer, huh?” You chuckled, unaware that Finn was approaching you from behind.

“What can I say?” Damian smirked “A beautiful woman has the power to bring out the best in me”

“And your best is to be an ultimate flirt?” You narrowed your eyes playfully

“When it comes to you, yeah” the amused wide grin on Damian’s face was more than enough to make you giggle.

“You’re a menace, sir”

“Sir?” His eyes widened in surprise, not wasting the opportunity to tease you further. “Mami, if you’re gonna start calling me that then we just might have to go upstairs right now” Damian winked at you with a smirk plastered on his lips. “I’ll even rent the VIP room, just for you”.

Now you have to laugh. A little more than you should’ve, but who could blame you? The guy had great timing and impeccable humor.

“Wow, how could I say no to that” Your nonchalant tone left no room for doubt that you took his teasing in an amicable way, similar to two siblings poking fun at each other, you had no intentions of taking this to a more intimate level, and neither did Damian. It was all lighthearted. Everyone knew that, everyone could see that, except them. To them, this suddenly became a pissing contest, a dispute, a challenge. One they never lost and didn’t intend to lose.

“The shipping of new furniture arrived this morning, Priest”. The doubled voice resonated from your lover’s body, the tenor contrasting with the bass as both voices complimented each other with each word. “Go unpack it…now”.

“Isn’t that Dominik’s j-“

“I said NOW!” The bass voice screamed, settling its dominance. Finn’s eyes began to shift colors. One remained blue as the other turned a fierce shade of orange-red.

“Ok, Boss” Damian set his hands up as a sign of submission. “Chill out”.

Before Damian could even blink, Finn stood in front of him. His face got so close to Damian’s that they almost seemed the same height.

“If you ever dare to tell me to ‘chill out’ again, those will be your last words in this pitiful earth before you become hellhound’s breakfast!” The demon left no room for debate. Bálor learned how to tolerate humans after being in Finn’s body for over 40 years, that didn’t mean he liked them or that he wouldn’t kill one for fun. The only human Bálor seemed to truly like was you, but that could easily change if his pride is on the line.

“Bálor, he was just-“

“Silence!” He growled at you, voice bubbling with hatred, “If you dare to speak one word to defend him, little girl, you’ll know a side of me that you’ll wish you’d never met!” His fiery gaze fixed on you as he pointed to Finn’s room. “Go and wait for us there, and don’t make me repeat myself!”.

Reluctantly, you walked up the stairs, mouthing “I’m sorry” to Damian as you reached the top.

If there was a god, you were praying to him now, silently begging him not to let Bálor hurt Damian just because of a lighthearted teasing.

“He doesn’t listen to anyone’s prayers, why would he listen to yours?” Bálor’s voice rumbled in your ear, quickly making you turn around to face him at the foot of the bed.

“Do you think you’re that special, pet?”

Oh, he was mad.

At first, when you met him, Bálor called you “pet”, it was a deprecating term at the time, filled with disdain. But after a while, you became “little girl” when he was in a good mood, “my pet” when he was annoyed with you, and “pet” when he was mad at you.

“Are you God's precious little thing? That’s why you think He’ll hear you, huh?” When only silence answered him, Bálor growled loudly “Answer me!”

“No-“ Your voice was cut off by the sudden pressure of Finn’s hand amplified by Bálor’s strength around your neck.

“Good. Because HE won’t hear you! You belong to a demon and a human, the only god you should ever pray for is ME! I’m the only one who’ll hear you, and when you do pray, make sure to keep your eyes down on the earth where I am, because I’m not up in the sky, pet. Your help won’t come from up there, so stop searching in the clouds!” His hand abruptly left your neck, causing you to give two steps back due to the lack of force around your throat.

“Kneel”

Your brows furrowed at his statement, trying to understand the reason for that order.

“You were praying, weren’t you? Humans usually do that on their knees, no?! So go on, pet, kneel at your god’s feet and pray”.

“Bálor, please, let me-“

“I.said.kneel.and.pray”

Bálor pushed you down on the floor, making your knees hit the black hardwood floor with a thump. A small cry escaped your lips, your watery eyes looked up to stare at him, who had now taken full control of Finn’s body. His thick veins were black, red irises, canines sharp as razors, hair jet black, and nails tainted black at the edge.

You hoped to every sacred being that your next move wouldn’t anger him even more, but you remember when Finn once told you “Bálor is like an ice cube, cover him with some warmth and you’ll watch him melt”.

“Can I please touch you?” You asked with a meek voice, but he didn’t answer. You took this as a silent green light and pressed your palms against his torso.

“I didn’t mean to enrage you, my lord, I’m deeply sorry”. The correct word to use would be ‘upset’ instead of ‘enrage’, but Bálor didn’t deal with feelings and vulnerability well so you knew how to choose your words wisely by now.

“But trust me when I say that there was no ill intention on my part nor from Damian” You felt his abs harden at the mention of the name, the color of Bálor’s eyes began to dance like the most aggressive fire and your hands soon began to travel up and down his stomach, using touch to soothe his raw emotions.

“You’re the only one for me. You and Finn are the only men I’ll ever want, the only men I’ll ever need. I don’t want anyone else” Your hands began to travel down his abs, reaching his v-line that you traced with your nails. “Only you can satisfy me, only you can drive me insane with just a look”.

Your hands now stopped at his black jeans, one hand began massaging his crotch as the other caressed his lower belly - the most sensitive part of Bálor. “Only you can make me ache for you for days on end, only you know how to make me cum in mere seconds, only you can make me so hungry for your touch that I feel like I’m about to lose my mind if I don’t have you”.

“I don’t like when you respond to the flirtation of other men, pet”

“Damian flirts even with the walls, sir. He flirted with you, countless times” You tried to reason, feeling his cock begin to harden underneath the black jeans.

Bálor let out a small huff as you continued “Am I lying though? You know he did, with both you and Finn. And I always laughed at it because I knew there was no ill intention behind it. In the same way, there was none between him and me. You know that” You leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss on his clothed erection, “You’re the only one for me, my king”.

“On the bed” Bálor lowly hummed, cupping his hard cock with his palm.

You felt someone pushing you onto the bed from behind, panic covered your features until you saw who it was.

“You’re gonna join us?” Your soft smile pressed against the bare skin of his abs. His hands gathered your hair, softly pulling your head down to rest on the mattress.

His hand pulled the zipper of your jacket down, humming in approval at the sight of your bare breast.

“Came prepared I see” Finn grinned, head leaning down to close his warm mouth around your nipple.

“My good little pet” Bálor spoke from your right, the bed dipped as he knelt on the mattress. His hand pressed your cheeks together, causing your lips to open in a partial pout. “Let’s see how much you can handle it” He chuckled, grabbing you by the hair to quickly turn you around to lay on your stomach.

Your vision was blurred, your voice hoarse from so much screaming and cursing. Two became one, same body, same face, different details. One was sweet and sensual, the other was rough and raw. They were the perfect match, both drove you crazy in their way. The sun and the moon, night and day, dark and light, good and evil, residing within the same man, one born in hell, the other, heaven sent. Either way, you loved the duality, loved the experience, and most importantly, loved them.

“Shit, shit, shit” You whispered in a hurry as Bálor rapidly moved behind you, his cock slipped in and out with such ease that made you wonder how long you could take this.

In the meantime, Finn watched you, his hand lazily stroking his cock beside you in bed, admiring every little frown, every gasp, every moan, every plea. Your eyes instantly closed when Bálor hit your sweet spot, but they instantly reopened at the prickling feeling on your cheek.

“I didn’t say you could stop looking at him!” Bálor stated, landing another burning slap against your cheek, “Don’t you dare close those beautiful eyes, my pet”.

Finn smirked, leaning forward, placing his flattened tongue against the burning skin of your cheek. He gave a few kitten licks until the skin lost its vibrant reddish color, “You taste so good”, he licked again, only changing the route of his tongue.

Finn danced the tip of his tongue across your skin, traveling down your belly, stopping right above your mound. Bálor grinned at the sight, pulling your leg to rest on his shoulder.

“Oh my fucking god” You moaned loudly, feeling the tip of Finn’s tongue circling your clit as Bálor’s cock grew harder inside you. “I’m gonna die, I can’t take it”.

“Of course you can, love” Finn’s muffled voice echoed between your legs.

“Not only you can but you will, my precious pet” Bálor snarled in your ear “Because we won’t be done with you until the sun rises”.

[snobgoblin]

definitely agree with you. to me it seems like most people care about Ace only when he's being shipped with 2d and his personality is bent to whatever best serves that purpose. sometimes he's indistinguishable from Murdoc and people just want 2doc without the abusive side of it. a well written Ace is hard to come by

x YEAH!!! you really hit the nail on the head here and like. I dunno I get it TO AN EXTENT like it pisses me off to no end but it really isn't Gorillaz fans fault they have no idea what Ace is like. Gorillaz should've done a better job of showing off his personality! so in that sense... I get why people write him like that they have no guidance and I have empathy for that. I really just can't help but feel hurt when I care so much about this character and it seems like only like, 3 other people do too. I'm not so sure about writing there I don't read a whole lot but based on fanart, yeah I definitely see that Ace is usually just used as diet Murdoc for shipping purposes or used as the bubbly boyfriend and it's just. kinda frustrating I gotta say when you dedicate so much time to getting him right and the wider fandom just could not care less about his characterization. I kinda wanna do something about it but I'm low on ideas and I doubt anything I could do would spread awareness since I don't wanna buckle and just post 2dace shit but that's like. the most popular tag involving Ace gorillaz- it's the only one people go through

and don't get me wrong I don't hate 2dace hell my Ace ask blog is currently dating a 2-D ask blog but holy shit you start to get burnt out on it when that's ALL there is and that's all people care about. it's upsetting when your favoritest little guy is boiled down to his shipping potential and never appreciated as an individual and I think that's something to be said for fandoms as a whole. im about to pack up my little sack and move to the ppg fandom man 😭

man sorry for the long ramble there's a lot of pent up things to say there 😭

[rivaindaisies]

some dragon age music headcanons bc it’s fucking late and i feel extra neurodivergent today

origins

morrigan is such a fucking edge lord in this game, she absolutely gatekeeps what she listens to but it’s pretty basic alternative stuff. arctic monkeys but only am and fsvorite worst nightmare, mindless self indulgence, a lot of joy division (she absolutely is the type of person to go up to someone in an unknown pleasures shirt and ask them to name three songs), some nirvana, pixies, etc. her favorite songs are arabella by arctic monkeys, back to the old house by the smiths, and probably mascara by deftones. she doesn’t listen to metal a lot but has a few deftones and lamb of god songs on her playlists.

leliana is trying to recreate her life in this game. she’s running from a lot of things, but also beginning to reflect. since she hasn’t been through as much as she has in inquisition, her music taste is much more relaxed here. i think she’d love dreamy shit, like the cocteau twins and the sundays especially. she listens to some lana del rey as well, mostly just nfr/lust for life. there’s a band called another sunny day i feel like she’d fuck with a lot too. her favorite songs are goodbye by the sundays and white mustang by lana del rey.

alistair listens to top 40 and nothing else

origins is my least favorite so i can’t think of much else for companions, i have the lowest time played as well so 🤷‍♂️

da2

varric has the most dad music taste you could imagine. all classic rock, nothing else. i can very clearly imagine him cruising around blasting ac/dc and kiss.

fenris doesn’t listen to music, he just sort of goes along with what the others are playing. he likes slower songs, they help calm him down. if romanced, he ends up listening to the songs hawke likes and developing the same music taste as them and i think it would be a connection for them

isabela has some rare genuine self awareness in the music she listens to. she listens to lana del rey and marina and the diamonds, and that’s about it. her favorite albums from lana are born to die, paradise, and ultraviolence. her favorite marina albums are electra heart and froot. her favorite songs are i’m a ruin/rootless by marina, ride by ldr, and the other woman by ldr as well. hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have is the only later lana song she like LOVES. basically 2014 tumblr taste but oh well

merrill listens to mainly instrumental music, either classical guitar or orchestral music. it helps her focus and calms her down quite a bit. she also really enjoys folk music. some of her favorite albums are shaken by a low sound by crooked still, someday we will foresee obstacles by syd matters, and dear wormwood by the oh hellos.

anders is also an angst fest. he listens to a lot of the smiths, mother mother (and hes very particular about being a “real fan” and knowing them before they blew up) and some nu metal as well. his favorite songs are this charming man by the smiths, 7 words by deftones, and you should all be murdered by another sunny day. calm me down by mother mother as well.

aveline listens to ed sheeran and coldplay exclusively. i don’t know why i feel this way but i do and im gonna leave it at that

inquisition

leliana has been through so much over the last ten years, and the music she listens to reflects that. she doesn’t listen to music much anymore, but has a couple songs that she listens to. her taste is a lot heavier now- deftones, lamb of god, and some death metal as well. no specific bands, just whatever is the loudest and heaviest. i hc that morrigan showed her a few smiths songs during origins, and the one that stuck with her most is that joke isn’t funny anymore. she listens to it a lot, and relates to it a lot. it’s her favorite song. a few honorable mentions to that are sextape by deftones, and blood of the scribe by lamb of god. sometimes, she listens to the songs she loved back in dao times and gets lost in the memories of that time. her favorite song for that is the greatest by lana del rey.

josephine is mainly a classical/opera listener. i cannot picture her listening to anything else. maybe sometimes she gets angry, or exhausted/fed up with her job, and listens to the things she considers to be “heavy” but it’s something like acdc which she considers to be basically death metal because it has an audible electric guitar.

the chargers just blast dad music 24/7, along with varric/sera/blackwell.

cassandra absolutely listens to love songs all the time. she falls asleep listening to a playlist filled with songs like video games/love song/without you/lucky ones by lana. i feel like she was absolutely a tumblr girl and never grew out of that music taste despite presenting as an absolute hardass.

dorian adores artists like kylie minogue, lady gaga, etc. his favorite songs are shampain by marina, aura by lady gaga, and 911 also by gaga lmao. he also for SURE owns a justice for artpop shirt.

i have a lot more but don’t want to type any more out if this gets any attention i’ll add more tho- if you’ve somehow read this far into my adhd rambles thank you 🙏🙏 and comment ur thoughts/ideas of what characters would listen to

[voidselfshipp]

An Eye for An Eye.

Cw: none that im aware.

Summary: After Skopos snide comment,Jerico takes matters in her own hands in giving Kure Galanos a taste of her own medicine. And maybe,just maybe,thats the first step to reconciliation.

>only mutuals allowed to reblog.

"Ares had two sons,one of them was Deimos. You wouldn't happen to be the other brother,would you,Svensson?"

Was what Skopos told Fenrir in passing once,something that made the swedish Man get in a low mood for a few days. Like everything hes been trying to do to win his co-worker's trust had been for naught.

Something that pissed off a very protective Tarantula.

Something,Skopos should've never said.

By now Fenrir knew that glint in her eyes. That ember of anger and Thirst for vengeance in his lovers eyes.

Jerico wasnt someone who held grudges, unless somebody hurt one of her loved ones. He knew by now he had no way of stopping her,whatever it is she was up to.

He sat on her bed,he was making believe he was Reading the latest paper on neuroscience but in reality he saw her type away at her computer. Her long and slender fingers with nails that were just a little sharper than what was normal typing away and researching things.

With the way they moved he couldnt help but associate them to the movement of a spider's legs. A spider who was hunting.

In his knowledge of the human brain,hes realized that Jericos anger shows in behaviors akin to an animals. From the outside you'd se a calm and collected young woman, with maybe an unhidable resting bitch face that would make you quiver in your boots,but that was it.

The Real battle was going on inside of her. She didnt lash out, and most of the times she talked things out.

But there were things,exceptions to the rule,that showed the channels where her anger rushed like a pack of angry,hungry wolves.

In her anger he saw an animal biting at the bars of the cage it had been put in for safety. But when it was let go to run amok,well there came the conondrum.

She wouldnt stop until she got what she wanted. And her intuition told her Skopos had something to hide, Solis has already agreed as much...So this tarantula got to work Flexing her legs and weaving her web.

First,were the matter of Skopos "Shells" her two robots Colossus and Talos. Kure had struck low with Fenrir,so Tarantula saw no reason to uphold honor.

Being intelligence and working with the organization since its re-activation,she has access to everything related to Rainbow. Including the R&D lab files of the robots.

Most interesting part was that the manufacture of the shells were had the touch of none other than Osa,the head of the R&D of nighthaven,the organization that betrayed Rainbow and took with it some of the operatives.

Strike one.

Then, came the confirmation.

Jerico had a contact in Nighthaven,Ace. Now,she didnt use the guy since both were in a kind of on-off (more like always on,off to the rest of the world)relationshipp. But with explicit confirmation from the norwegian Man that Ela had complained to Osa about how she "Had let Kure go with with the shells" she was over the moon.

Strike two.

Now the final one,explicit textual confirmation,...that was tricky. Hacking into Osa's email would be complicated and would be an outright declaration of War towards Nighthaven which was the last thing Rainbow needed right now.

But...hacking into Skopos phone was no such thing. And she knew just the gal for it.

Dokkaebi was resistant to the idea until she showed her the evidence. Seeing that,Grace didnt waste her time and went for it.

The texts were the final piece and she has gotten it. Problem is that in the end,Osa seemed to let Skopos go with the shells as an olive branch. Osa seemed to want Nighthaven and Rainbow to reconcile.

Jerico agreed that to beat the Keres, they'd need to work together. But she still isnt letting Skopos off the hook,no. She is thorough.

She gathers her evidence,and calls Skopos for a meeting at one of the conference rooms in the base.

--Tarantula,What do I owe the pleasure?--Kure asked,her body leaning on the table as her wheelchair is right against it.

--I didnt like what you said to Fenrir. It made him very upset. And I didnt like it. Low blow--Jerico said,containing her anger for now. -- It hurts his reputation.

--I dont blame you for defending Him. Love blinds the mind-- Skopos answered,now a lot more serious-- But you cant deny the fact he worked for Deimos.

--He didnt know any better-- Her voice hardens and sharpens. Skopos wasnt used to people defying her,even if she thought she had no authority, but she forgets...Tarantula has always been a punk at heart.

--you dont know that.

--A simple psicological evalutation would show you as much.

--From a Man who dedicated his whole life to neuroscience?

Jer breathes out,she needs it. Or else,the beast would come out and devour the greek woman whole-- He is not capable of fooling a team of psycologists...

The air in the room is tense,the lights above hummed and outside the frosted Windows of the modern styled room there was a sunny day waiting.

--He could fool intelligence.

--Dont patronize me-- She bit-- He is a victim.

--I hope youre right.

--I am-- in this moment she slips,she cant bear the look on Skopos face-- but if you want to talk about dirty laundry,lets talk about dirty laundry.

Her hand reaches to the cushioned Seat of the chair beside her. She grabs the file and throws it across the large table to the greek woman who catches it.

--What is this?

--The proof that Fenrir wouldnt be able to fool me even if he wanted to.

She opens the file and sees...everything.

Her eyes widen, And true Fear sets on her.

In the analogy she had snidedly bit towards Emil there was a fault. Now in her eyes...Fenrir wasnt Phobos.

Jerico was.

And she struck like a true goddess of fear,a true arachnid hunter.

And she was... thorough.

--Now,heres the thing. I agree with Osa that Rainbow and Nighthaven need to make up..Keres is beyond any of us-- Tarantula continued with this cool anger in her greyish green eyes-- Thats why I didnt blow the lid. Thats why im going to give you this file. But you back off from Fenrir,you Go and apologize to him. Understood?

Skopos has no other option but to agree. She nodds and says-- I suppose your callsign is well earned...

--It is, yes--Jerico crossed her arms over her chest--You know,I really used to like you. But you go on and on about mental health and dont think about how your little comment,with the prestige And background you carry,could affect Emil. Thats why that exists--She points at the file with one hand,not changing her posture.

Kure closed the file and looked at the young woman, she doesnt know Wether to be ballistic with anger or impressed. --Youre giving me the file because of what? Because you agree with Osa?

--That,and because I'd like us to get along. You remind me of the mother I wish I had-- theres this sadness in her voice as she talks-- But I wont let anyone else hurt Fenrir, he doesnt deserve this. Make up for the things youve done. Nobody has a clean track record.

--You dont,either

--No,I dont-- she shook her head-- I still date Wamai and Ace,everybody knows that. But im honest about my faults,you should do the same-- she began to walk out of the room as her companion watched her leave.

--Deimos Warned me about you-- Skopos added,as Tarantula reached for the door handle. At that she stops for a moment-- he said "Careful with messing with Fenrir,Tarantula has a mean bite" . At the time,I didnt Belive him. Its Deimos after all...But he was right-- she made a short pause-- good job,kid.

Thank god shes facing the door,because she smiles a little-- Apologize to Fenrir,make sure everybody knows...and it'll be water under the bridge. -- she opens the door,and leaves.

Skopos returns her gaze to the file, and raises her eyebrows-- I suppose theres a reason Aurelia took her in...-- She sounds surprised,and proud. She has to Keep an eye on her now.

-♡-

After a little victory Whoop in her bedroom,Jerico went on with what she had to do.

As the day came to a close,She was visited by a very jolly Fenrir who was fresh out the shower and was all smiles

--Kure apologized-- He said,bringing his lover in for a hug-- Infront of everyone. Called in a meeting and all.

Jerico raised her brows-- Weird,I missed it-- Of course she wouldnt give her the satisfaction-- What did she say?--She pulled back a little and put her hands on his biceps.

--She apologized,Said that she was acting out of trauma and that she didnt consider the effects it would have in the team. -- He seemed really relieved as he talked,his gaze was calm. Something she rarely got to see-- I couldnt help but wonder,though,if it had something to do with that thing you were doing. The one you wouldnt tell me about no matter how Many times I asked. --He gave her a gentle kiss on her lips-- did you have anything to do with that?

Jer looked off to the side,sounding playful as she says--Iiii mightve pulled a few strings. Its settled,though.

He narrowed his eyes at her--What did you do?

--Have a chat.

--Knowing you its more than that.

--Gave her a bit of her own medicine--She pursed her lips-- Sorry.

Fenrir shook his head-- I understand youre protective of me,tarantule, I just dont want you getting into trouble.

--What I did wont come back to bite me in the ass--She promised,cupping his face and stroking his cheek bones-- Its a matter I settled with Galanos,on your behalf.

--You dont need to..

--I know youre afraid to bite back because of your past and how it Will make you look--she said softly-- and I know that stupid phrase Deimos said to you also doesnt help. "Why a wolf would need protection at the hands of something so small" but dont let him get to you. You deserve to be fought for,protected.

He sighed,pressing his forehead against hers. The cool air of the AC on his skin,the lowlit cozy ambience of the room and the PC dronning off in the background make him feel at home. It makes him feel safe.

Jerico makes her feel safe.

--I know...--He said softly,afraid to truly bear his heart to her. But he knows better than anyone that fear cant define you--I know. Thank you

--Ill be your knight,Emi--He hid his face against her trapezius. She strokes his cheek the best way she can-- Always. You wont be alone anymore,I Wont let anyone hurt you. I. Love. You.

--I love you too...--He says,accepting that he is truly in love with her--Youre the best.

She smiles,Now moving to cradle his head in her arms like a safe cocoon for him to forget about the world for a little-- How about dinner tonight? Ill Cook. Ill make your favorite.

--Only if you let me help.

Tarantula nodds--Alright,if it makes you feel happy.

--Very

--Say no more,then.

Both stay like this,swaying side to side in the calmness of the room. He knows he owes her nothing,but he wants to return the favor- he wants to return everything shes done for him some day.

--I know that when you grow into your power,you'll be the wolf I know you are.

Theres the thing.

In their relationshipp, Jerico has always been the threat that was taken seriously. A lot of people could see through Emil's disguise as the mythical,powerful wolf he made himself out to be.

But she never liked that. She saw in him a power,a strength,something he could sometimes glean through his issues... something she wanted,and Will help him achieve.

--Inside of you there are two wolves--He jokingly quoted, pulling back to meet her gaze. His pale blue eyes are breath taking--One loves you very much,and the other does too-- he kisses her,and she kissed back grinning. When they pull appart she can help but laugh happily,his lips kiss all over her neck as any good wolf would do.

Eventually,they went to the kitchen area to make some noodles with spicy bolognese tomato soup. Emil was the best kitchen assistant she could ask for,and Though he had a more science approach to cooking and hers was more artistic and frivolous,both complimented eachother well.

When they crossed Skopos on the way to Jer's room, Fenrir didnt miss the nodd both women shared...a nodd of respect.

In tarantulas room both settled to eat on the desk,to watch a movie together.

--Will you tell me what exactly you did about Skopos?--He asked as he poured some cool soda into the two wine glasses.

--Sometime,in the near future.-- She promised.

--Alright--He relented, and sat back down on his chair.

Dinner went,and Jerico Will make sure to tell him the truth. She promised not to Keep anything from him. And when the time came,He wasnt mad- Worried yes,but surprised.

--Remind me never to get on your bad side--He joked.

--You could never,My sweet wolf--She winked and gave him a kiss, one he returned.

--Oi! Wolfspider!--Sledge called out--We've still got trainin' ta do! D'ya mind handin' over the pup?

--Wolfspider...?--Jer asked confused.

Fenrir snorted,smiling wide--Apparently thats the "Ship name"--He made air quotes-- that the base has given us.

Jerico couldnt help but laugh--How do you know what a ship name is?

--Im not that clueless!--he Gently elbowed her in the ribs when she exposed her side to him.

--I like it

--Me too--He gave her another kiss,brief but loving-- See ya. 

Tarantula notes that beside Sledge there's Skopos,looking amused. The Argentine woman does a gesture with her hands,pointing from her eyes to the greek woman's.

Kure raised one brow and she returned the gesture,not Real animosity behind it..Just playfullness.

Jer snorted,and her fellow operator seemed to smirk and hold back a laugh before she leaves with the scottish Man and Fenrir.

Not a few days later,Dokkaebi caught an email between Skopos and Osa,one shes yet to send. It read as follows:

《Subject: New Shell.

A recent encounter has given me an idea,Osa. How about a third Shell,recon centered? I have three names suggestions that might tickle your fancy: Aletheias,Arachne And Nemesis.

You can imagine who inspired them.

-K》

Jer laughed and dismissed it,saying it was nothing to worry about. Dokkaebi trusted her friend and dropped it.

Tarantula however now begins to look at Kure with renowed fondness. A first step. And Skopos can tell.

Maybe one day,some Day they can return to normal.

[calistayed]

          Hello  and  welcome  to  my independent, selective,  private  roleplay  account  for  an original character, Mason  Mayfield. This  blog  is  rather  low  active  and  will  contain  major  dark  themes.  Please  approach  with  caution.  I  also  ask  that  you  read  my  rules  and small about under the cut  before  following.

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                            Rules to follow! I'll keep it simple: Mun: My name's AJ! I love characters, love talking about them all the time. I love to read and write. I mostly read horror, and recently found it's actually a favorite genre of mine. I'm a nerd, a dork, hella shy, and would love to be your friend!

Please be kind and respectful! If there are any issues with me, please come to me in an appropriate manner. I don't bite, I promise. We all know we can't read each other's minds!

NS.FW. It might be present. He is of age in his main verse, but I'm deciding if even if I want to just make a sideblog for more of that stuff. Either way, I will only write it with those I feel comfortable with for it isn't something I write normally.

Shipping. I love to ship. I'm opened to it as long as we both are good with it, and talk about our muses to see if they click.

Controversial characters. Totally down to write with any type of character. I won't limit myself. If this bothers you, please do not follow.

Triggers. I'll tag what I can/remember. I will NOT write with drunk muses. This doesn't need to be tagged for your threads, I just don't want to deal with it one-on-one.

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Be patient! I have a full time job and a few other blogs I hop on. I usually go with the flow, see what muse I have. Plus please be aware that I struggle with depression. Some Days are good and others not so much.

OOC. I love to chat ooc. Through IMs or discord. Whatever works for you. Although, discord is only open to mutuals.

Icons. As of right now I don't have any icons. Even when I do make some I'm totally fine if we don't even use them at all. It's not a make or break thing for me.

Exclusive. I have one exclusive Max which me and the mun talked here and there about these two. I may add more to exclusive depending on plotting and such other things.

MUTUALS ONLY!!!!

                              Small about (cuz I am hella lazy):         any questions about anything please feel free to message.

Name: Mason Mayfield Nicknames: Masey, Mase, Ace Age: 19-20 (s4), 17-18 (s3) Gender: Male Traits: Kind, responsible, loyal, impatient, stubborn.

Mason is the older sibling to Max, and can be argued as the younger or older brother to Billy. Before Billy, Mason and Max were a fair close bonded siblings with the perfect amount of annoyance to each other. However, he grew up fast. Still rather young, he became the man of the house once their father was out of the picture.

Then, as their mother got involved with Neil, things started to shift between the family dynamic. Mason noticed the change the older man brought into the home, and noticed the way he was around Billy as he grew older. Mason spoke with their mother several times, saying how he felt uncomfortable, saying how it wasn't good for any of them to be around Neil.

Once the Fall of 1984 came around, Mason decided he wasn't going to move with his family. He opted to stay with a relative, making up as many excuses as he could for he didn't want to be in the same house as Neil. Mason knew the news didn't sit well with Max, but he made a silent promise he would make enough money to take Max, and maybe even talk to Billy, and get away.

Summer of 1985 came and Mason decided to move to Hawkins with a good amount of money to his name. Happy to see his family again, he only got the cold shoulder from Max. Mason let her be angry, and decided to get a job at the mall to earn even more money. Mason hoped he could talk to Billy at least, but he was also rather distant.

Spring of 1986 came far too quickly. The death of Billy and abandonment of Neil made Mason work long shifts to help support them. Still, it was hard to focus with the strangeness of the town finally hitting him, and the fact of high schoolers getting murdered didn't help.

[xamaxenta]

Like a time when Ace is away on a mission and Marco comes home to see Sabo casually sitting in the living room dressed down like he fuckin lives here too and hes just like

Running through the options like does he say something does he tell him to get the fuck out? Sabo knows how to kill people very fast and Marco would probably be one of the easiest targets considering the fact Sabo got inside his damn house undetected

Sabo eventually speaks up like oh welcome back and Marco still choosing what he wants to say that doesnt end up with a knife between his ribs just politely nods at him bc what the hell does he do??? Sabo looks amazing against black leather —is that his shirt? Must be it has his favourite tv show splashed across the front

“To what pleasure do i owe…?” Marco sets down his laptop bag and Sabo huffs and closes the book he was reading

“I think we both know im absolutely ass at the emotions thing you and Ace have, so I’ll give it to you straight, i think you’re cute.”

Talk about blunt. Marco doesnt really know what to say to that, its not usual someone like him is described… like that

“And you thought the best way to tell me was to break into my home?” Marco tries to make sense of it anyway

“You never seem to be free otherwise,” Sabo wanders past him into the adjoining kitchen, “I made chicken alfredo, im afraid its the only thing I know how to make so keep your expectations low.”

“Thank you?” Bewildered Marco follows after the spy, simply deciding to wing it at this point.

“You’re welcome, so, lets talk over dinner.”

“Why does this sound so transactional?” Marco purposefully walks with heavier footfalls, he knows being quiet can set Ace off bad, knows the reflexes on people like them and knows Sabo probably functions on the same catlike trigger, reaches above Sabo to hand him some metal tongs

“Who the fuck keeps their tongs up there?” Sabo comments, momentarily blindsided by Marco’s kitchen layout.

“Me. Anyway what do you want from us?”

“Mm, what do I want, i mean its obvious. Ace.” Sabo grins at the predictable way Marco bristles, his warm blue gaze turns frigid in an instant.

“Relax, I’m not here to steal your man.” Sabo hands Marco a plate of food and shoos him off to go sit. Eventually he comes to join Marco at the minibar and sits, purposefully beside him, like they actually knew each other.

“you mean as a compromise you want to insert yourself? Into our relationship?” Marco tries not to sound too annoyed, mean

“No. Im here because I want to get to know you.”

“Sorry,” Marco doesnt touch his food just yet, “I’m committed. I won’t go behind Ace’s back for your personal gain.”

“Hmm.” Sabo tilts his head and purses his lips, the scar melted across the left side of his face catches shiny under the spotlighting installed above the bartop.

“I figured youd say that. It doesnt matter, if you really wanted me gone you wouldve said so right off the bat,”

“Confident.” Marco retorts, annoyed but aware that Sabo was speaking the truth he did not want to reveal nor discuss, not yet, “besides how was I supposed to know if you’d stab me for rejecting your.” He glances at Sabos state of homey undress, “hospitality?”

“In your own house.” Sabo snickers and taps the side of Marcos plate with his fork, “eat, its good i promise I didnt poison it.”

“You wouldnt dare, Ace would hunt you down for eternity if you did.”

“Ooh. Sounds absolutely tragic and such a bother!” Sabo sighs theatrically and Marco resolutely ignores how his shirt pulls around the wiry slenderness of his frame. Damn spies and their seduction games

“You’re being a bother.” Marcos too tired from his shift at the hospital to think of a more clever comeback.

“Aww, youre so mean, now I know why he loves you so much!”

Marco almost inhales a strand of pasta the wrong way, clearing his throat he glares at Sabo who beams at him, weirdo.

“Just stating the obvious.” Sabo pouts and Marco sighs and returns to his chicken, it is good, he just wishes Sabo would be more direct,

Or maybe less direct. It was confusing to be honest.

“If you don’t want to take any of this beyond this, say the word. I’m not that fucked up to take away the one good thing that Ace deserves.” Sabo speaks up after a long moment of silence.

“I just want to know what makes you think this will work? Weve established we all have some kind of thing going on, thats cool.” Marco bites the bullet, he wont deny the way Sabo had stepped up and kept him safe whilst Ace did his thing on the island had definitely screwed with his compromised mental state

“I dont, thats why im here.” Sabo rests his cheek in his right palm and blinks at him slow and catlike

“Do you want it to work?” Sabo reaches out first, tests the waters and Marco realises that his initial gut reaction, strangely isnt a no.

“I want Ace to be here for that conversation.” Marco remains stubborn, Sabo can flutter his pretty eyelashes all he wants but the fact remains that Ace was not aware of this meeting and that was wrong.

“I agree. Sorry for stealing your shirt. Didnt think you’d be interested in getting along if I took one of Ace’s.” Sabo shifts out of the way when Marco kicks at his shins petulantly

“I probably wouldve killed you.” Marco agrees and Sabo surprises him with an oddly fond smile;

“Yeah. Pretty sure you wouldve.”

But consider tho now that RE au is MAS the concept of Ace and Sabo trying to out do each other in the shooting range bc the prize is they get to top and Marco gets to watch bc he likes the competition between them

Sabo wins by a small margin but only because he’s faster at reloading a standard pistol

Ace wants a rematch using rifles but Marco’s been refereeing and calls Sabo’s win from his pretty perch (cuz yall know hes sitting there looking all doe eyed and lovely n sweet bc he is aiquahwhage)

Maybe Marco shouldve allowed them a round using their own preferred firearm but the desire to see Ace get bent over and thoroughly ravished is too tempting

And Sabo delivers, Marco’s never ever heard Ace make a noise like that before and yes he absolutely wants to hear it again

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ITS ME AGAINN HI LOVE!! I love your writing I cannot resist <3. Maybe, a one night stand with ace ? (Nsfw I’m down bad yes….) and female reader. it’s kind of like the typical one night stand, you meet somewhere and things get heated quickly…. BUT ALSO LIKE you’re literally the best he’s ever had and he’s pretty surprised UMM IDK IF THAT MAKES SENSE 😭😭 IK IM KIND OF AWKWARD HAHA but I hope you’re having a good afternoon 🧡

authors note: hello , dolly <3 im deeply sorry for doing this so late ;; hopefully this makes up for the wait... please indulge yourself to the fullest + i just realized how short this is .. my apologies ;; i’ll make sure to make your next request the best i possibly can ..

NSFW WARNING BELOW , DO NOT READ IF SUCH A TOPIC IS DISCOMFORTING.

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Ace x F! Reader , One Night Stand Oneshot

tags : ( brief mentions of ) alcohol , vaginal sex , rough sex , ( brief + slight ) masochism

All it took was a few cups of vodka to have you two landed upon each other, limbs tangled up, pleasure coursing through your veins. It had all happened so fast, you could hardly remember what had happened.

You merely attended a party full of different crews, a banquet of sorts. Not a fancy one, no. A fun one, one that disregarded the need for cotton shirts and newly shined shoes. you had met Ace, chatting up a storm with the young man. Well, less chatting and more so flirting. Wether it was through seductive purrs or the occasional rub of a palm against his scorching skin. You two didn’t bother to hide your shameless flirting throughout the party. Not that it was a huge deal, most people went there trying to make their way into the pants of others

You had no shame as you and Ace went off to a more private area. I mean, what was there to be ashamed of? Who didn’t want to sleep with Fire Fist Ace?

And now, you laid down upon your stomach, Ace’s hands wandering your body. One spread out your soaking hole, your greedy pussy dripping with excitement. His other hand stayed gripping your hip tightly, preventing you from squirming away.

“You’re so wet, Y/n... what’s that all about?” Ace cooed out in a rather teasing tone, showing zero regards for the blush that perked upon your cheeks after he said that. He knew exactly what it was about, he just wanted to hear you say that.

You buried your face further into the depth of the pillows that laid atop of the bed sheets. “You know exactly what that’s about,” you huffed, which caused a raspy laugh to fall from Ace’s well sculpted frame. You could just tell what face he was making, just from the tone of his voice. An endless plane of smugness splayed across his freckled features. What a dick.

You were about to snap back with a snarky remark but your thought process was cut off as soon as you felt a sudden sense of fullness intrude the depths of your cunt. God, he was big. Was he in all the way? You couldn’t help but wonder. Part of you hoped so, as his dick was already pressed firmly within you but you also couldn’t help but wonder what pained pleasure could come from it being even larger.

A loud moan was swallowed by the pillows your face was pressed into, the cotton absorbing the noise you made as Ace slammed balls deep into your warmth. He was far bigger then you could’ve imagined. But again, what should you have expected from the son of the late Pirate King? You should’ve expected nothing but the best.

You continued producing lewd noises, ones that consistently were swallowed by the pillows. Ace really didn’t hold back, never ending the blunt force of his hips, his hips quaking desperately to fill you with every inch of him. You felt so god damn good, the way your insides clutched upon his shaft made Ace’s body tremble with ecstasy everytime he pulled back to push further in.

You were so good, almost too good. You were merely a one night stand, a woman who could surely extend into a friend after this night. Just a friend and nothing more. Well, that’s what Ace had planned. Ace wasn’t low enough to have sex with a girl and never speak to her again but he had planned to just become your friend, nothing like a boyfriend or anything of the sort. But with the way you writhed and tightened on him, it was giving him second thoughts. You were far too delicious to only feast on once, he knew that.

The view of your ass shaking with the needless pounding of his dick was a view he couldn’t pass up. Everything about you was perfect. The moans you let out were painfully erotic and the way your body was highlighted with sweat was far too sexy for him to ignore.

Perhaps... you’d be happy enough to be his fuck buddy or better, his partner. Ace wasn’t sure about status yet but all he knew was that he couldn’t let you go, he couldn’t let this type of sex slip through his fingers so easily.

And so, he didn’t. Even if it was just for tonight, Ace would use you to the fullest, pumping your pussy full of his musky semen, filling you to the brim. You were too good, certainly the best woman he had ever done such a thing with, upon all of his voyages.

And you were so hot. Everything about you made him go crazy, it seemed. It was that way even as the night was young. The way you fluttered your lashes at him as your hand would playfully collide with his shoulder made him tent in his pants every so slightly. You were too much for him. Ace wanted you more then anything. The thought of you screaming his name through the entire night never ceased to be. When you approached him in your rather skimpy outfit, Ace could only imagine bending you backwards upon the bar, taking you then and there. Now, he could. And there was no way in hell he would pass up the chance to milk this.

Even if he wasn’t aware, the feeling was just as mutual. You had been purposefully rubbing up on him all night, wether accidentally letting your thighs rub against Ace’s as you would get up to talk to your friends or placing your hands on his arms to ‘feel’ his muscles and inspect his tattoos. All of that had made your crotch ace and drip, every inch of him was infatuating to you. You couldn’t believe Ace would even do such a thing with you.

Many women could only imagine being plowed by Portgas D. Ace, son of Gol D. Roger. And you were one of the few women to have him inside of you, that feeling alone was electrifying. You could only imagine the jealous glares you’d receive if anyone found out. Part of you wanted that, yearned to see people jealous over you, over the fact you were drenched with Ace’s cum and repeatedly rocked back and fourth by his girthy dick.

“Ace!” You cried out, throat growing dry and tight from the strong strain of your vocal chords. This was too much for you, it felt so good. The way Ace used his hips with euphoric, he was one of few men who knew what to do with their bodies, surely. It was magical, running from your overstimulated brain to your curled toes. “I think...i’m going to cum!” You whimpered our, voice filling the room, pillows no longer capable of containing the beast.

Beads of sweat dribbled down Ace’s well built chest, grazing the hues of his nipples. He looked down at your body, feeling your walls close upon him, squeezing him as if they were yearning for his seed.

The sensation of Ace’s thick cum shooting into you triggered something deep inside of you, breaking your self control in two pieces. The way it reached your deepest parts made your eyes roll back, long lashes dotted with hot tears.

Your fluid coated his dick, slinking it’s way downward to his balls. Your arousal painted his shaft and the sheets that held you two, becoming damp with both sweat and cum.

Ace hadn’t bothered to pull out, yet didn’t move. The room was merely full of nearly eternal panting and gasping, shaky breaths acting almost endless. It took you quite a bit to muster up the energy to speak, your brain still rendered useless from all the pleasure.

“That was amazing...” You looked back at Ace, giving him a tired smile. Your heart sunk as you noticed Ace smirk widely, snickering ever so slightly. Oh boy....

“Who says we’re done, Y/n?” Ace whispered huskily, pushing his black curls backward, wiping sweat from his brow as he stared down at your nude form.

[businessbois]

It would be a lie to say that I'm not the tiniest bit salty about what happened this mcc, but I think the people over on twitter raging on it are really overracting. I don't care about the hbomb thing, it was a glitch and he used it to his advantage, good for him. People have done it before. Wlbur glitch anyone? However, I think the thing that is bothering me a bit is Ace race. The fact that everyone was screwed over except Scott's team, who did perfectly fine, is a bit annoying. If it had been any other team that had figured it out and gotten an advantage it would be fine, like good for them for figuring it out. but the fact that Scott's team had such a big advantage over everyone else just going into it feels the slightest bit rigged. Like Scott knew he would have an advantage over everyone, I think it would just of been good sportsmanship to just reset after it went so terribly for everyone but his team. Then again, as of right now I've only seen red rabbits pov so maybe other team's didn't struggle as much, but it seems like everyone participating was at least a little bit annoyed.

I think the big thing that bothers me about it the most is Tommy's team were doing just so incredibly well. Like they were performing so much better then I expected, Tommy literally did amazing and niki?? She popped off! She performed so much better then I thought she would, I was so happy to see her survive for all of survival games (is that what its called?) Tubbo and vikkstar did amazing as well, they worked so well as a team. I really wanted to see them win or at least get topped three, I feel like they deserved it. It hurt to see them get screwed over so much towards the end. Bless Tommy for being such a good sport, you can really tell he's a good kid when you watch him in mcc.

Bt at the end of the day, it's just a block game. It's just a bit disappointing how things turned out win wise. Like, it's hard for me to feel excited for a team that literally got like a huge advantage over everyone else by having a literal developer on their side and pretty stacked players from what I've seen. Not to mention the glitch, but no ones really to blame for that. I think Scott's team could at of least benefitted from a low scoring player in their midst to make up for the fact that Scott was the only one who had experience in the games and could help his teammates with them as well. So yeah, I don't r e a l l y care much at all, that's just something that kind of bothered me a bit.

yeah i couldnt give less of a shit about the hbomb thing, people take advantages of glitches in mcc all the time like the aforementioned wilbur glitch and phil's thing in rocket spleef and tommy in sands of time and a dozen other things, especially in hitw because that game is hella scuffed. doesnt really matter chill.

i agree with what wilbur said on his twitter, i honestly dont really care about the ace race thing because shit like thats happened before to the captain in mcc2 and to fundy in mcc-i-forgot-which-one-maybe-10-but-it-happened. and it happened to a lot of people. But i do wish they would admit that scott Did have an advantage and that they're sorry and will fix that for next time.

like watching wisp's vod, im a little bit miffed that scott seemed aware that that would trip people up saying "when you get to the elytra bit, i would recommend going down" of course that 100% doesn't excuse sending hate to scott or any of the winners, fuck right off with that. it's an mc tournament For Fun. no money or glory really, just a coin. this shit shouldn't overshadow the fact that they all performed very well and it shouldnt take away from any of the players'—especially wisp and jimmy since this was their first—win.

but aqua didn't even score first in points, that went to blue. they got second and then beat them in dodgebolt fair and square.

[5-falsehoods-phonated]

Laughter is my Love Language

Summary:  Logan doesn't laugh much when Virgil first meets him. Eventually Virgil learns when Logan is truly happy is when he opens up.

Warnings: food mention, some self deprecating humor. If there are more please let me know!

Ships: Logan x Virgil, Analogical

WC: 1, 664

General Taglist (ask to be added or removed): @im-an-anxious-wreck @logans-library @janus-is-an-adorable-snek-boi @ace-in-a-shopping-cart (you had asked to be tagged in this a while ago, I hope it’s still okay)

Logan doesn’t laugh much when they first meet, which is somewhat of a problem for Virgil since he often relied on laughter to fill otherwise awkward silences. The problem was that Virgil was funny in the stupid way- which he blamed entirely on his dad’s humor that fell over to the punnier side. Crack a pun, reference a meme or as a last ditch effort self deprecating humor was usually relatable enough. Logan fell for none of those and more or less was just left confused by them- or he took the self depreciation too seriously and Virgil ended up with a heartfelt lecture on how important he was. Which, as sweet as it was, wasn’t the point of poking fun at something at his own expense.

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“Boy Logan that sandwich is jam packed!” said Virgil sometime during their freshman year of high school.

Logan had looked at his sandwich in confusion. “There’s peanut butter there too- but yes it’s Crofters.”

Virgil fought to keep the smile on his face. “Yeah I know, it was a joke.”

“But it is packed with- oh that was a pun. Clever.” 

--

“Here comes dat boi!” Virgil cringed at his own voice as the meme reference fell out of his mouth. He hadn’t seen Logan smile once that day and all attempts at conversation had fallen flat so...memes. Why not? Logan was on his laptop often enough he had probably seen what he was referencing at some point. Plus Logan was gliding very confidently on his skateboard and Virgil was suddenly feeling very tense and wanted to break it. Logan, unhelpful as he was, merely stopped and kicked the board up to tuck underneath his arm.

“‘Dat’?” He questioned.

“I-it’s...a meme. I was- referencing a meme.”

“Ah.”

“...yeah.”

Nailed it.

--

“That’s just me being dumb though- you know how it is.” Virgil let out a defeated huff of laughter and settled his chin on his arms. It was their senior year and he was talking to Logan about his current grades. Everything else was straight A’s other than gym. He didn’t like changing in front of others and the bathrooms were blocked off for whatever reason so he just didn’t do it. He took the fail but still needed the credit or he’d have problems getting his diploma, which was completely stupid and unfair but he knew it was his own stubborn fault and-

“I don’t know.” Logan hadn’t laughed at the “joke”, of course he hadn’t. Virgil sighed, opening his mouth to say something else completely stupid and worthless but Logan beat him to it.

“You aren’t stupid. Lack of participation doesn’t mean you’re stupid, it means there’s some other problem that needs addressing if you’re willing to take a failing grade instead of confronting it.” Logan turned to him with a serious look. Always so serious. “So, if I may ask, where’s the problem?”

Virgil blinked. “It’s stupid.”

“Virgil.”

“I just...don’t like…” Virgil turned into his elbow, cheeks reddening at how dumb the problem really was.

“I didn’t hear you. Can you please speak up? Or write it down if that’s easier.”

Snorting he decided to take him up on that, tearing a scrap of paper off his notebook and writing it down.

There was a pause and then: “Is this all? If you take the make-up class there won’t be nearly as many people and if you get there early you can be changed before anyone sees you.”

Peaking around, Logan’s face was so genuine, like he actually wanted to help. Virgil almost didn’t have the heart to say why that was also a problem but he needed him to understand. “I won’t know anyone in the make-up class.”

Logan screwed his mouth to one side trying to figure out why that would be something Virgil would worry about. His face brightened somewhat as he looked back to Virgil. “If it would ease your anxiety I could take the class with you. While I may not have to make up for the credit, it is open to sign up for extra if anyone so chooses.”

Virgil bit his lip. That would- actually really help, but he couldn’t let Logan do that could he? “You don’t have to.”

“I am aware. But going would be a nice routine and I would be very happy to do it if it meant you would be more comfortable.”

“You’re serious? You would really do that?”

“I’m always serious, Virgil. Of course I will.”

Maybe sometimes Logan not getting the joke was a good thing.

--

“L, it’s three in the morning. Go to bed.” They were in college sharing a dorm, and though Virgil could fall asleep with the lights fully on so Logan’s lamp wasn’t keeping him awake, it was the fact the other man was still awake that was bothering him.

Logan let out a short, humorless laugh and waved hi hand. “I’m almost done.”

Virgil hated when he laughed like that. No happiness behind it, only stress and exhaustion and irritation. Sighing Virgil reached over and plucked the pencil from his hand, shooting him a warning look when it seemed like he was about to protest. He closed the book and stacked it neatly with the couple notebooks he had and placed the pencil and calculator on top. Turning to his dorm mate he pointed to the dresser in the corner. “Pjs. Now.”

Slightly concerned when Logan only stood up to do as he was told instead of arguing he shrugged it off and sat back down on the bed. Logan came over a moment later, plain black tee drooping over one shoulder and sleep shorts slightly rumpled. They really needed to do laundry. Before he could say as much, Virgil was suddenly on his back, Logan’s head on his chest with his legs sticking straight over the side. Laughing softly he ran his fingers through the others light red hair, combing out the tangles gently while Logan relaxed into him.

“Logan buddy, I love you so much but if we fall asleep like this we’ll never get up again.” The other grumbled but took a breath and rolled off his chest, swinging his legs over to turn on his side and nearly kicking Virgil in the head in the process. Smirking, Virgil crawled up behind him and flopped with his arm slung over his side. He laughed again when he realized he was already asleep, arms askew and already drooling on the pillow. Snuggling into his back and hugging him tight he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep himself.

--

Logan sat at the table with a book flat on the surface, notebook close by as he made careful notes for the next curriculum. His brow was pinched in thought and his third mug of coffee was cooling beside him, untouched for nearly an hour as he fixated on his work.

Virgil looked back out the window as he finished drying a glass. Gray clouds were rolling in and it was already starting to drizzle. Good,  they needed a good rain for the start of summer. Tuning in once again to the furious scratching of a pencil behind him he set the glass down and whirled around, racing over and catching Logan’s hands in his own to tug him up and towards the door. 

“Virgil what are we- it’s raining! Virgil!” Virgil stopped for a moment to look and see if Logan was actually distressed but upon seeing more fond annoyance than anything else he grinned and stepped out into the downpour. He took away one of his hands and led Logan in a spin down the porch, feet slipping slightly in the wet grass as he maneuvered them around. Logan was smiling now, stress lines gone from his face as wet hair flopped into his eyes and obscured his vision. Virgil’s own hair was slicked flat to his forehead, emo fringe he would never cut hanging down to his lips before he shook his head hard to dispel the water. Logan yelped and flinched away before laughing low at himself, grin turning mischievous as he reached up above virgil’s head to take a hold of a tree branch. Yelling as what felt like gallons of water soaked him he stood there thoroughly soaked and shivering slightly before letting out a howl of laughter, Logan following right after. He was sure the neighbors could hear them but he didn’t care. Logan was laughing so hard he was clutching his sides, shaking with the effort of holding himself together.

This was what Virgil loved most. Logan didn’t always laugh easily, not understanding the joke or understanding what was meant to be a joke but making sure the person was okay first. When he did laugh, it was one shared with others over whatever dumb, stress free thing they were doing. It was unplanned and in the moment, something Logan and Virgil were usually both averse to. But here in the rain, or getting icing everywhere on their wedding day, or the shared laughed when they woke up together after yelling at each other the night before to go to sleep it rang out; it was clear and joyful and carefree- a language all on it’s own that neither of them needed to “get” in order to join in .

When they first met Logan didn’t laugh a lot, which was somewhat of a problem for Virgil since he often relied on laughter to fill otherwise awkward silences. But when he opened up he began laughing all the time, each one precious and kept close to the chest. Virgil collected them, hoarded them even, storing them like coins in a jar in exchange for the happiness he felt each time he was the one to cause such a beautiful sound. And as they giggled still through slight coughs under a blanket that night, he couldn’t be more happy he could speak this language with Logan.

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redoing my pinned post rather than make a hard edit and remove all the contents of the old one .

im ace of spades but i am aware it’s not the most uncommon name, so if you want to refer to me as something else that’s totally cool :D i enjoy getting nicknames

my main interest is mcyt right now with some others mixed in, but that’s the main one, if I reblog or post, it’s usually that.

i keep up with the dream smp only via tumblr and my art of it is rather scarce at this point, so don’t expect much in that regard, but I do reblog content of it as a warning. i also watch Hermitcraft (only season eight so far, though I intend to watch at least six and seven as well) and both third and last life, which I do post about much more.

art can be found under #my art ! a lot of it is pretty old and not that great though, so fair warning for that ‘:]

I’ve also discovered that tag is busted and the odds of you finding my art in there is low so erm!! Woops ! I might remake an art blog eventually if I start posting more o.O

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cuddling

here is my contribution for ace week! im literally squeezing this in at the last possible second (as its 11:32pm on 10/31 as i start this) but better late than never i suppose!!

i dont often talk about my sexuality on this blog, but i do identify as ace and its not something ive ever been overly comfortable with. but seeing the plethora of ace week fics on my dash this past week (mostly by @jaskierswolf, hi, hope you dont mind being tagged) has been so awesome and has made me feel so much more comfortable in myself that i had to write something for this :)

this is some gray romantic/ace geralt with some ace jaskier. warnings for mentions of dubious consent/ not wanting to have sex but doing it anyway. there is no explicit sexual content but it is referenced.

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Geralt was a Witcher. His entire livelihood consisted of him doing things for humans: killing monsters, bargaining with sorceresses, fighting wars, protecting them from pretty much anything that could hurt their fragile mortal selves. It had been trained into him ever since he was a child. Do what the humans ask of you. It is your job. 

So why would sex be any different?

Humans enjoyed sex. This was something Geralt had come to learn during his time on the path. What was even worse was that some of them especially enjoyed having sex with Witchers. 

Geralt did not enjoy sex. He was not a human, and it was decidedly a human activity. But that did not stop humans from wanting to have sex with him. Some sought him out specifically, wanting to know what it was like to lie with a Witcher for a night. Others insisted on paying him for his monster hunting duties with a round. He never took pleasure in it. Sometimes he would pretend he did. He had gotten quite good at pretending over the years, learning little tricks that humans seemed to like. But the act of it itself made his skin crawl for days on end and he could feel their fingers and lips long after the marks on his skin had faded.

But he worked for humans. He couldn't deny them what they asked of him. 

He assumed Jaskier would be the same. The man was certainly human, so much so that he would flirt with grass if it came down to it (which, admittedly, Geralt had only witnessed once, and Jaskier had been very drunk at the time, but still). But he never tried to bed him, which surprised Geralt. He knew he was good, if the praises of the the people he'd laid with before were any indication Humans generally needed him for a favor and then left him to the wind. Jaskier hadn’t asked him to kill a monster or help him track down an unruly mage, and it had been years at least since they had first crossed paths. The only logical conclusion that Geralt could come to was that Jaskier was waiting for him to bed him and then he would leave, just like everyone else.

The problem was that Geralt had grown quite fond of Jaskier over the years (and his incessant flirting) and while he didn’t want the bard to leave, he also didnt want Jaskier to be miserable following him around anymore. Five years was quite a long time to wait for a round, especially in human years. Resignedly, Geralt told himself that in the next town he would lay with Jaskier and then the whole thing could be over, and they could both move on with their lives. 

He rented a room with one bed, as they often did, despite there being enough coin for one with two. Jaksier hardly noticed, flouncing off to play a few sets for the locals while Geralt went upstairs to prepare. 

He felt the characteristic tightening of his stomach and the shakiness that always came with this particular activity, but he stripped down obediently, even talking the time to rub some of the oils Jaskier liked to much into his hair before laying down on the bed to wait. 

He didn’t have to wait long. “Geralt! You’ll never believe th- whoa, were you expecting someone?” He stood in the doorway awkwardly.

“Just you,” Geralt grunted. They should get this over with. 

“Me? Geralt...did you think I wanted to have sex with you?”

“Well...” Geralt picked at the blanket, feeling foolish for having to explain himself, he thought that humans should understand these things. “Humans always need me for something. And you dont need a monster killed, so I figured....” “Oh dear heart,” Jaskier walked over and sat down on the bed next to him, running his fingers though his hair. “Please do not take this the wrong way, but I do not want to have sex with you.”

“You don’t?” Geralt was shocked. “But...humans....”

“Not all humans like sex Geralt. I certainly don’t. It makes me skin crawl and I feel all weird after. So I don’t do it. I’m still plenty romantic with people, but I dont get into bed with them.” “Hmm.” Jaskier didn’t like sex either? Maybe it wasn't a human thing after all.

“What it Geralt? That was your I’m-Contemplating-Something hum.”

“It...makes my skin crawl too.” He said carefully after a few moments. 

Jaskier’s hand slowed in his hair. “Dear heart,” he began carefully. “Do you like sex?”

Did he? No one had ever asked him what he wanted before. He didnt think he did. It didnt feel pleasant and he usually had to jump in a cold stream after. “No.”

“Then why did you want to do it with me?” “You’re human,” Geralt shrugged. “Humans either want me to kill monsters or want me in their bed. I serve humans, I can’t turn them down. You are a human.” 

"But you dont like sex?”

“No. I’m a Witcher. It’s probably the mutations. But can still get by.” Actually, now that he thought about it, from what he remembered, he’d never been much interested in it before the trials either.

“Geralt,” Jaskier tilted his chin up to look at him and he saw sadness swirling in his eyes. “Not wanting to have sex is not a Witcher thing. Plenty of humans feel the same way too. Admittedly there aren't many of us, I’ve only come across a few in my lifetime, and I think there's a word for it but I can’t remember it right now. Sex does not interest me either, but there are far more other important things in a relationship than just sex.”

Geralt was confused. “But sex is the only thing people ever wanted me for.” 

“And I’m terribly sorry about that, dear heart, but you’re with me now and I will never make you have sex with me. Have you ever- or wait, is there anything else that you dont like?”

Geralt’s head was spinning, and he was still stuck on the part where Jaskier had said that he would never make Geralt have sex with him. For the first time that evening, he felt his hands stop their shaking and something like warmth bloom inside him. “Hmm?”

“Is there anything else you dont like doing? Besides the sex bit I mean.”

Besides sex....Geralt tried to remember what came along with laying with someone. He usually blocked it all out after. “Kissing,” he finally said. “Burns my skin.”

“Alright, we’ll do none of that then.” Jaskier moved from the bed, beginning to take off his doublet and Geralt seized up for a second, afraid that Jaskier was going go back on his word, but then he reached for his nightclothes. “Are you familiar with cuddling?”

“Cuddling?” The word felt unfamiliar in his mouth.

“I’ll take that as a no.” Jaskier smiled. “Go put your nightclothes on. I think I have something that you will enjoy far better than that nasty sex business.”

So here it was then, Jasper did need him for a service after all. Geralt got out of bed and slowly pulled on his night clothes, painfully aware this would be their last night together before they parted ways for good, before returning to the bed. 

“Right, so youre just going to lay on your side, yes right like that, and then I lay behind you, see? And I put my arm around you like this, and we snuggle.” Jaskier’s breath tickled his hair.

“What do we do though?” “What do you mean, what do we do?” Despite Jaskier’s words though, he didnt seem angry. “This is it. We hold each other and enjoy each others presence. We can change positions, if you want, like you can take a turn holding me for example or I could lay on your chest, but we just hold each other close. Show each other we care. This is called cuddling.”

“Hmm.” As far as Geralt was concerned, it was far better than sex. But he knew it wouldn't last. This was all Jaskier wanted from him, clearly, which prevented Geralt from thoroughly enjoying it. 

“Where will you go?” he spoke into the silence a few long moments later. 

Jaskier paused drawing light patterns on Geralts forearm. “What do you mean?”

“Tomorrow.” Wasn't it obvious?

“Well I’ll go wherever you’re going. Just like we always have?"

“You...you’re not,” Geralt swallowed thickly. “You’re not leaving?” 

“Leaving?” Jaskier’s voice rose an octave. “Why on the continent would I be leaving?”

“You’ve got what you wanted from me, with this....cuddling business. You have no reason to stay.”

“Oh dear heart.” The next thing he knew he was being flipped around to face Jaskier. Jaskier, who had tears in his eyes that were just barely visible in the low light. Instinctively, he reached up to brush them away. “I’m cuddling with you because I care about you, because I love you. Not because I want something from you.”

“Oh.” Geralt didn’t know what to say. Jaskier loved him? No one had ever loved him before, much less cared about him or wanted him to be comfortable. 

Jaskier placed his hand on Geralt’s chest. “You never have to do anything you dont want to do with me. And if you don’t want to travel with me anymore, I’ll leave. You are your own person, Geralt, even if you are a Witcher. And you make your own decisions. You wouldn't take a contract that you felt unsafe doing, so in the same vein, you dont have to have sex with anyone if you dont want to. You make your own decisions. You dont even have to cuddle with me right now if you want to. You choose what you want to do based on what you’re comfortable doing, do you understand?”

Geralt nodded into the darkness. This was all so much. He hadn't been able to make his decisions in...well ever. And now Jaskier was giving him permission to. “I want you to stay,” he whispered. “I....care about you too.” He didnt say that he thought he could love him, he wasn't ready to say that yet. And according to Jaskier he didnt have to say it if he didnt want to. 

“Good. Now that we've got that sorted, come here,” Jaskier pulled Geralt into his chest, running his fingers through his hair delicately. Geralt closed his eyes, never had he felt more safe in his entire life. Who knew humans could be so gentle?

Just as he was teetering on the edge of unconsciousness he whispered, “Jaskier?”

“Hmm?”

Geralt felt a small smile tug at his lips at hearing how own language on Jaskier’s lips. “Can we do more of this...cuddling?”

Jaskier’s laugh sounded through his chest, vibrating pleasantly against Geralt’s ear. “Of course we can, dear heart. Of course.”

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Alright alright alright alright it's tiiiiiiime. Always wanted to rank the super powers in KnB so now imma do that.

Disclaimer, this won't be about the characters themselves or their attributes, strictly just the skills. If I rank a players skill above another that doesn't necessarily mean I think X character is stronger than Y character or anything this is just signature skill. Also i have watched KnB at least 8 times, and the movie at least three times so if I mess up someone's ability roast me I deserve it.

Now enough nonsense let's do it

#8 Kagami's Super Jumps

Okay don't get me wrong dunking is the coolest move in basketball, but kagami had so many cooler areas of his game that turning him into a dunk beast by the end of the series really takes away his amazing style. Also he says he wants to fight in the air and midorima points out "it doesn't matter how high you jump I know where you're coming and what you're doing" like super hops are great and all but he should've used it for enhancing his other moves.

(Meteor Jam is sick as hell though, ngl)

#7 Aomine Daiki's Formless Shot

Okay, this ability is not bad. It's low mostly because Aomine doesn't use it/need it. He's shown to be so powerful that this is kinda just him fucking around to troll his opponents, which don't get me wrong style points are real, but this is for sure aomine's weakest ability

However it is sooooo deadly, it's powerful but Formless Shot vs. Forced Zone Activation? Yeah don't lie you know which one is way scarier.

#6 Murasakibara Perfect Defense.

Yeah that's right defense is fucking sick. You wish you could defend half as nice as murasakibara. This dude literally fought an uncrowned king, the phantom sixth man, and a runner up generation of miracles candidate on his own at the same time. And only lost to some invisible shots. He covers EVERYTHING!!! if you don't got that DEEP deep range you do not get to play. Do not pass go, do not collect $200, say hello to dikembe mutombo on your way to the bench.

#5 all the dojutsu, yeah that's right I'm naming all the eyes (Emperors, Eagle, Hawk, whatever Nash had) dojutsu. In fact I'm naming Emperors eye Byaku-Shar-Rinne-gan and you cannot stop me. And even though the eye tier list is easy to figure out, the ability to see the whole court is fantastic and any point guard with that level of awareness is deadly. The secondary abilities granted I count as skills not as baseline super powers, i.e. killer handles from akashi (which Kise uses), or seeing a perfect back tip steal opportunity with eagle eye so those aren't on the list. And I think each eye is strong enough to warrant putting them all together here

Now to break the established rule

#4 Kuroko's Phantom series AND God Passes

Yeah that's right, I'm putting techniques in a list I specifically made to not talk about techniques, bite me. Ignite series is top tier, misdirection and misdirection overflow are god tier (yeah so he can use it once, big deal, it's still god tier) and the phantom series are just too fun. If I had to pick one ability from kuroko though for this list purpose, his misdirection is his ability. Yeah it can't be spammed and without it he's nearly useless but ill take a player who can take charges and force opposing players into foul trouble over a ball hog any day.

#3 Midorima Shintaro - High Arcing Three

Okay here's the thing Midorima Shintaro High Arcing Three is a dumb name and I'm mad that I'm placing it this high up on the list but. Objectively. 3>2. So yeah, take your spot with pride green boy. Yeah that's right, I think it's a neat ability but I didn't think it should be this high up, until you sit down and realize yeah cool your sick ass hops and your full paint and midrange defense and your handles are all well and good. But you're getting two points while I get three from anywhere. And don't lie seeing that mid air catch and shoot was the absolute SICKEST thing ever. Akashi liked it so much he straight up STOLE it. Sure dunks are hype but that is the most SKILLFUL thing ever shown. Now to the toppest of top tiers.

#3 Aomine Daiki Forced Zone Activation

Golly Gee Willickers Dai-chan how come your mom let's you have two basketball superpowers. Okay I hate to say it Zone is cool but it sucks that it becomes pretty much required by the end of the series to stay relevant. That being said, Aomine can activate it whenever and that's insane. If Aomine continued training, you realize he'd be nearly if not entirely unstoppable except by arguably only one character in the series

Two if you think Akashi with his eyes could beat Aomine (yeah he beat Kagami's zone, but Akashi even considered Aomine the strongest at teiko, so if aomine stayed serious he'd be even more of an untouchable monster)

#2 Shogo Haizaki - Steal

Okay okay okay okay okay, yes. Technically I'm putting kise twice. Honestly steal is to copy what red eyes is to blue eyes in yugioh. Steal has so much POTENTIAL to be the strongest ability in the entire show. Being able to take the opponents moves away would cripple many players. If Haizaki trained hard he may have even discovered perfect Steal so he could stop the Generation of Miracles techniques, the only two who wouldn't have an issue would be aomine (because technically Formless shot can't really be stolen, he can just do a Formless shot from a different form and just yeah) and Kise (I think kise had more techniques in his toolbox, and that he was too scared to try those moves against haizaki because he was nervous at seeing Steal for the first time). Steal is busted but it has nothing against number one.

#1 Kise Ryota's Copy and PERFECT COPY

Copy is actually insane, while he can't shut down the ability to use a move like Haizaki, being able to do your move but better is probably just as good. Yeah you can use that dunk on me, and yeah you might know how to defend against your move, but im faster stronger and smarter than you. Kise literally just "I am Kakashi of the Sharingan I know 10000 jutsu" nah son I'm Kise Ryota of the musically gifted (love eagleburger) and I know all the basketball moves.

And PERFECT COPY, duuuuuude if you don't think perfect COPY is the best ability in KnB you're actually just not smart. When Kise with perfect copy was THE ACE on a team MADE OF ALL THE ACES, yeah you just straight up win with that ability. Also kise didn't even use it to its max ability, yeah he copies the generation of miracles but they say that he removes the limits of his normal copy so now he can copy anybody. Yeah it takes a huge toll on his body but kise could copy NBA players (likely for even less time than normal perfect copy) if he really wanted to. So yeah, Kise is dumb strong.

That's it, that's my list. Bye.

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hey, im a teen and i saw your blog. i've been questioning whether i'm ace for the past year and i still don't know for sure but i'm leaning more toward it. i just don't know about the sexual attraction stuff. is there a difference between "i wanna screw that guy" and "hey, he's hot"?

Yeah, they’re slightly different. Hot is a bit ambiguous, some people mean it to use ‘I find him sexually attractive’ and that may mean feeling actual arousal, but it could mean other other sexual attraction symptoms too. For example I think the term comes from the fact people will often feel like the room they’re in is too warm when they experience sexual attraction. 

But ‘he’s hot’ can also means he’s aesthetically attractive, he’s impressive, he’s notable in a good way, etc.. (And I’ve definitely seen ‘he’s hot’ used towards things like being really skilled and that kind of thing too). So it’s a bit of a vague term.

Sexual attraction itself is a bit complicated too, because I wouldn’t say it’s necessarily ‘I want to screw that person’, it’s more feeling a sexual pull towards a specific person. I’ve heard it described before like being similar to hunger, you kind of crave doing something sexually with another person similar to how you might be craving chocolate or a sweet or something like that. It can also be being aroused by that person specifically because it’s them (i.e. would you find this as sexy if it was a random person off the street who was a similar type? Or is it because this person did it specifically it’s particularly sexy.)

And sexual attraction doesn’t always immediately signal to someone that that’s what they’re experiencing (though they usually get there eventually). So some common attraction symptoms could be being hyperfocused on that person, being very aware of them while they’re in the room, dry mouth or watering mouth, heart beating faster or harder/being aware of your heartbeat, the room being suddenly warm, a tingly feeling when you touch them or a feeling like a bit of an electrical shock, etc. (Just a note that this is an incomplete list and you don’t need to experience every attraction symptom for it to be sexual attraction, these are just some common ones. Other types of attraction can experience the same or similar symptoms too.)

So yeah hopefully that gives you an idea of what sexual attraction is. Asexuality isn’t just about sexual attraction though, it’s about experiencing your sexual orientation differently than an allosexual person does, or not meeting the criteria to be allosexual. And sexual orientation can also comprise of things like sex drive (how often or how much your body wants a sexual release), sexual desire (a general desire for sex, but not directed at any specific person), sex repulsion (experiencing negative feelings like revulsion, nausea, anxiety, irritability, etc in  sexual situations, sometimes only some specific sexual situations). And sometimes people identify as ace because either they’re sex repulsed or experience low/no sex drive/sexual desire as well. Or experience attraction but differently/not to the same extent an allosexual person does. 

For questioning another thing that can be very useful is just reading up on the experiences of other asexual people. It can be here on Tumblr, or any space where aces are talking about that kind of thing. 

Please do ask if you have more questions or want anything clarified. 

All the best, Anon! Good luck!

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Fangs

Chapter Six

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Masterlist

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ships: Platonic DLAMPR, platonic? Logince

Word Count: 1452

Genre: Some fluffy silly supportive bois

Warnings: Fangs, very slight body horror(the fangs), wild animal, wolf, swearing, food, eating (i think that’s it but if i missed anything please let me know so i can add it, thank you!!!)

Roman blinked, looking at the other, blinking again and rubbing his eyes almost comically, as if he didn’t believe what he was seeing.

“You have-” he motioned to his own mouth, not sure of the right words.

“Fangth? Yeth, I’m aware,” he sighed rubbing his eyes tiredly.

“Does this have something to do with the um- the uh-” he then motioned to the hair.

“That’th the working theory, yeth,”

“And the lisp?”

“Mhm,”

“The meat??”

“Yeth,”

“The… uh….. The growling?...”

“I… believe so, yeth,”

“Do you know why??”

Logan sighed and shook his head, “currently, I do not,” he said, standing from his seated spot on the floor and walking over to his desk, motioning to the tools on his desk, “nothing I try workth, I can't get them to go away,”

Roman stood as well, walking over, “Have you tried just like, imagining them going away?” he asked and Logan gave him a deadpan look.

“/No/ Roman, I /definitely/ have /not/ tried that,”

“Well at least your sarcasm is getting better,”

“Thank you, Januth hath been helping me,”

“No problem, Microsoft nerd,” he said with a smile, “Ok, so, let's get a look at these chompers,” he said, taking Logan’s hand and and leading him over to the bed, sitting him down and standing in front of him, conjuring a small flashlight, “Alright, Pocket Protector, open wide,”

Logan rolled his eyes a little before opening his mouth, baring his teeth.

“Yikes, you've got quite the bite, huh? Have you been brushing properly since your last dental appointment?” Roman teased with a small smirk.

“Roman, /focuth/,”

“Yeah, yeah, alright, sorry,” he chuckled before shining the flashlight in, looking over the sharp fangs, “alright, from this I can see that you indeed… have fangs,”

“Roman you are absolutely no help at all.”

“What?? What do you expect? I’m not the smart one here!!”

“Well you are the expert on thap- thsa-” He couldn't manage to say ‘shapeshifting’ so he just said, “M-Managing to change your form,”

“Well I’ve never gotten stuck before,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair, “I’ll- uh- I’ll think on this, ok? I’ll help you with this, alright?” he said, sitting down next to him and wrapping an arm around the smaller side’s shoulders.

Logan sighed and leaned into him, resting his head on the other’s shoulder, “You won’t tell the otherth, right?” he asked softly.

“You don’t want them to know?”

“...no…”

“Then no, I won’t tell them.”

“Thankth, Ro,” he said, a small, shy toothy smile on his face.

“Of course,” he said with a grin, “I’m just glad you decided to trust me, and I promise we’re gonna figure this out,”

“Great, because I am so tired of eating just meat,”

“Heh, I bet.”

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Roman had spent the rest of the night trying to figure it out, well, that is, until he fell asleep at his desk, he had only made it thirty minutes before falling asleep. The next day he excused himself from the discussion early to spend more time thinking on the night before.

The following night he returned to Logan’s room, same as always with a plate of chicken nuggets in his hand and the papers from his ‘research’ (Mostly drawings of Logan with fangs) in his mouth as he knocked on the door. There was no response.

Roman raised an eyebrow and knocked again, but once more there was no response. He took the papers out of his mouth to call, “Loooooooooggggggaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnn open the doooooooooooooooooooor,” before adding, “please, I broughtcha dinner,”

At this point he was… concerned. “Uhhhhhhhhh Lo im gonna come in, ok? Don’t freak out it’s just me,” He called as he moved, tucking the papers under his arm and resting his hand on the handle, turning it and pushing the door open. He walked in, closing the door behind him.

Looking around, the room was uncharacteristically messy for Logan, as it had been for the last couple weeks, but nothing looked really out of the ordinary. Roman’s eyes finally landed on the lump on the bed, under the covers and he laughed, rolling his eyes, “Still in bed, I never would have pegged you as one to sleep in this late, calculator watch,” He said, setting the chicken nuggets on the desk along with his papers before he plopped down on the bed, shaking the lump under the covers, “wakey wakey, sunshine,” he smiled.

A low growl came from the other as it shifted and Roman rolled his eyes, “come on, none of that, you know it's too late to be sleeping,” he said as he pulled the sheets off the other. But when he saw what was underneath, he gasped, startling backwards and falling off the bed before hopping up again, “Shit- Logan!?”

A wolf rose from a sleeping position in Logan’s bed, looking quite grumpy as he looked over at Roman.

“Holy everlasting reign of glob, what happened to you?!” he said as he rushed back over and the wolf simply huffed, stretching before hopping off the bed and walking around.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh god Logan,” He put his hands over his mouth, “gosh Logan I’m so sorry, this is all my fault, gosh I should have come back sooner and now you’re a wolf oh gosh I’m so sorry,”

The wolf went over, scratching at the leg of the desk, whimpering softly.

“Oh, you- uh- you want something? Something on your desk? Some kind of super science thing that’ll turn you back or-” he paused and sighed, “You want the chicken nuggets, don’t you?”

So that’s how Roman ended up sitting in Logan’s bed, feeding a wolf chicken nuggets, having a crisis, for thirty minutes.

“Goooooooooooosh what am I gonna tell Thomas? That his logic is now a wolf? How am I gonna explain that?!” He groaned as he pet the wolf who was now lying in his lap.

“Wait,” he said, sitting up, startling the wolf, nerdy ‘wolf’erine, Roman had dubbed him. “I- hear me out, Logan, I have an idea, ok?”

‘Wolf’erine tilted his head as Roman cupped the wolf’s face, “Ok, I know it’s highly illogical but in all the fairy tales it works,” He said before moving and pressing a kiss to the wolf’s snout.

“Roman? What in the name of Tesla are you doing?”

Roman pulled away and smiled, “Wait, shit did it work???” Then he made a confused face when he saw the wolf still in front of him.

“Roman why are you kithing the wolf?” Logan asked, entering the room and closing the door behind him.

Roman felt his face heat up as he blushed a very very bright red color, “I-I- y-you’re not- but I thought- you- I-” he looked between the wolf and Logan, “I- I thought you were the wolf!!”

“I- what?”

“You’re practically turning into a wolf when I came in and there was a wolf in your bed I thought- I thought-...”

Logan stared at him a moment before he laughed, “You thought I had turned into a wolf, oh wow Roman that ith… oh goodneth,” he laughed.

Roman blushed even brighter, “I- its not- what was I supposed to think?! And why in the world is there a wolf in your room!?”

“I asked Remuth to get one from the imagination for me tho I could do more rethearch, I was thimply out because Remuth had been ranting about all the wayth wolves could kill and I did not want to be rude by leaving,” he explained

Roman nodded a little bit, “ooookkkkkkkkkkaaayyy, but why did you ask /Remus/? I could have gotten it for you,” he said, pouting a little bit.

“You have already done tho much for me, I did not want to bother you further, plus with Remuth I can athk for a wolf and get one no quethtions athked.”

“Oh…. Right…” he nodded a little bit, letting out a sigh, “Alright, uh, I fed your dinner to the wolf, I’ll get you something else,” he chuckled shyly, “Just… know you can ask me for anything, ok?”

“Alright, I’ll keep that in mind, thank you, Roman,” he smiled and nodded.

He nodded with a grin before going to the door, “Oh, and Roman?” Logan called and Roman looked back at him.

“If you thought the wolf was me… why, exactly, were you kissing it?” He asked with an eyebrow raised and a small smirk.

Roman’s face was once more painted red as he blushed again, “I- I was just- I- I mean it always works in fairy tales!!”

Logan was in a laughing once more as Roman rushed out with a thick blush on his face because gooooshhhhh that was embarrassing.

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Heh, thought you all deserved some funny silly bois before the heavy stuff drops :3

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