#the only other one im aware of is aces low

[tikiface]

This still fucks me up on the daily.

[ktarotttt]

do idols really not have time to date? or is that a myth?

(allegedly. this is a tarot reading. energy-based. not fact.)

so boom—this whole reading was inspired by an interview clip where a street interviewer asked jackson wang if it was true that idols don’t have time to date. and jackson was like, “that’s a stereotype. that’s literally not true.”

and i was like… okay. let’s test it.

because let’s be real—not delusionally, but like logistically:

if you’re constantly on tour, working, training, flying, and only sleeping 3 hours a night, where are you fitting love in? how are you even emotionally available enough to date someone, because i know for me im not half as busy as them and i when i have days off the only thing i want to do is sleep lmfaoooo

so i asked the cards, point blank:

is it true that idols don’t date because they don’t have time, or is it something else?

cards pulled:

eight of wands + ace of cups, six of swords, king of swords, queen of swords, the hanged man, six of pentacles, judgment, knight of pentacles, page of pentacles

and listen. the eight of wands is the industry. the pace. fast, chaotic, no breaks. back-to-back schedules, no time to breathe. but the ace of cups sitting underneath it? that tells me:

yes—they still catch feelings.

they still get crushes. fall in love. want closeness. even when they’re moving 100 mph, they still get hit with emotions.

but here’s the twist:

six of swords + king of swords + queen of swords + the hanged man

= they know how to emotionally detach when they have to. they’re trained to. not just professionally, but mentally. this is “okay, i like this person—but is it smart?”

this is “i caught feelings, but it doesn’t align with my goals.”

this is “i want this, but i’ve sacrificed too much to get distracted now.”

the king + queen of swords appearing together? that’s both male and female idols. both sides of the game. and they’re not heartless—but they move with logic. they’ve had to build a mental filter that checks every feeling like:

“is this good for me?”

“can this go public?”

“is this gonna mess up my path?”

if the answer is no—they let it go. simple. painful. but real.

and then you get to six of pentacles and judgment…

and that’s where the public comes in.

yes, idols date. but many of them choose relationships that are mutually beneficial.

“we keep each other safe, it’s low-maintenance, we both understand the grind.”

this doesn’t mean fake love—but it means low-risk love.

because judgment? that’s outside opinion. exposure. scandal. fear of being ruined by headlines. and they’re very aware of it.

knight of pentacles + page of pentacles closes it out and confirms the real core:

idols do want connection. but at the end of the day, they’re focused on building their legacy first.

they date when it fits. when it makes sense. when it won’t shake everything they’ve sacrificed for.

final takeaway (allegedly):

idols do date. but not recklessly. and not emotionally.

they feel things. but they move smart.

the “they don’t have time” narrative? not wrong—but it’s deeper than that.

they just know that sometimes, dating is a luxury they can’t afford.

not because of time.

and what’s crazy is—when i’m in their energy? it’s not even like they’re fighting it. like, the whole “you can’t date” thing isn’t some heartbreaking injustice to them the way it feels to us as fans or just regular people. they’re not sitting around protesting it—it’s just what it is. it feels like it’s been so deeply ingrained in them, especially the ones who started training young, that they don’t even question it. they’ve been taught from the beginning that this is normal. like, “of course we can’t date. of course we can’t do what we want. this is the job.” and it’s not even just dating—it’s everything. like, to them, dating restrictions aren’t even the wild part. the energy is very “y’all think not dating is bad? oh babe, you haven’t seen half of what this life demands.”

and that’s the part that’s heavy to me. because it’s not natural. it’s not healthy. but it’s so normalized that it doesn’t even read as a problem to them anymore. they’ve adapted to the system so deeply, it’s like… this is just what it means to be an idol.

[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.

Tags: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @daddyhausen , @melissahausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @mjfass , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @moxkindagirl , @sunshinevirus , @im-just-a-mississippi-girl , @ripleyswhore

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”.

[poisonhemloc]

this has been sitting in my drafts for long enough im just gonna throw it out here

little bit of set up but its RLF headcanons

So Walter probably isn't the only person buying/using old gen augmented humans but it's been fifty years, he's running low on potential hounds. But, I think he started with the handful of gen 1s he could get- Sulla was successful at both buying his freedom and then staying alive- and worked his way through the available people. Walter doesn't try to get his hounds killed- they're expensive to replace- but it still happens to most of them. The handful that have survived have mostly stuck around on Rubicon for a least a few years before finding a way off planet.

Related- Walter has only been worried about his hounds having a (stolen) callsign within the last few years- for most of the time hes been operating on rubicon it hasn't been that necessary for dealing with just the rlf, dosers, and sometimes the pca when he needed to

so into the rubicon liberation front headcanons/rambling

Between him using the Mind Beta core and Allmind's list of potential release candidates I put Rokumonsen as a gen 3 augmented human- he's a previous hound of Walter's who managed to buy himself free, but didn't manage to make it off planet/wasn't successful enough as a lone mercenary to keep himself going. He has fought against the RLF before as a hound, but Little Ziyi found a starving guy in a beat up AC and dragged him back to the base and no one's gonna poke into his history too far (they do know. RLF knows about Walter and his hounds and that they're active. Not any of his specific goals, just that he's a mercenary handler interested in Coral). Ziyi is the RLF's 'little sister' and she's not, like, Spoiled spoiled. But she is a little bit- anyone else dragging a random, beat up and starving mercenary home was gonna have some problems trying to do that but Ziyi mostly avoided that.

Rokumonsen kinda went from 'dude that doesnt talk to anyone and flinches if you yell near him' to. Haiku reciting, Japanese obsessed guy he is. He fills the 'any mercenary can do this' jobs the RLF have- if it's not something they need Raven or one of the coral warriors for Rokumonsen usually gets to do it. (Personal headcanon is he's ethnically Indian and speaks Urdu and taught himself Japanese).

If one of the coral warriors dies, the RLF usually has other folk trained to use ACs that will fill the slot, but it takes a bit to make everything official. Little Ziyi was not planned to be a coral warrior, at least not as young as she is, but The RLF is taking a beating right now and they didn't have a choice. Ring Freddie was also just a backup pilot for a long time, but. Needs must, and he'd been volunteering for a while to help Dolmayan. He has been a coral warrior longer than Ziyi or Durham, part of why he has a much nicer/upgraded AC.

Which. Ring Freddie is a lot more attached to Dolmayan than Dolmayan is to him. Dolmayan does care for him! Just. Freddie's got an unhealthy attachment and Dolmayan isn't turning it away. Freddie is the first paramour/partner/whatever Dolmayan's had in a long time, and just having him does help Dolmayan to some degree, just. Guy is fully aware a lot of people have died directly because of him, and no 'if we weren't doing this they would have died anyway from the PCA/corporations taking over the planet' is gonna help him.

Durham is more suited to a construction setting than an AC but one of his jobs is motivation- guy's a huge ham, he's good at it for the folk who aren't sold on the RLF. He's a very recent Coral Warrior and isn't even as used to it as ZIyi.

Flatwell and Dolmayan are the longest standing coral warriors at this point- Dolmayan has seen. Many, many many people die, mostly to the PCA, some to doser factions, recently more and more to corporations moving in. He's pretty numb to it at this point. Flatwell... cares, but. I like to think he's ruthless- he sees the way from where they are to where he wants them to be and his goal is to get there. Corporations moving in and causing problems have forced him to change plans and tactics.

Back to Ziyi, actually- she's been raised piloting ACs, but she is the most recent Coral Warrior and she has a less than great AC because she's mostly kept away from combat, at least as much as Flatwell can. She isn't his daughter, but she's not not his daughter, and she does get some preferential treatment. She and Arshile are good friends- they have a promise to both stay alive until the planet is liberated. In the liberator ending she's given a quickly fixed up Steel Haze while Rusty's out with Steel Haze Ortus.

Rusty... isn't officially part of the RLF. Despite everything else he's also working to free Rubicon from the corporations and the PCA but he and Flatwell don't necessarily see eye-to-eye on methods. Flatwell did get him 'noticed' by Schneider but Rusty figured out getting augmentations himself before hand (...and gender confirming surgery/hormone implant because listen I'm making Many People Trans and I Cannot Be Stopped). He says he's eighth generation but he's either ninth or Not Augmented and just looks like he is (not sure on which one i like more rn).

[the-flower32]

Happy Aro Awareness week

ive decided to talk about where on the aro spectrum I fall!

now, im defenetly nebularomantic due to my AuDHD but there's other aro labels i identify with.

and for some reason i have a compulsion to find labels that closest explain what i feel like, so theres gonna be a few difernt aro identites here!

Angled aroace

yes its an aroace label instead of just an aro one- but i wanted to add it.

basically when your ace-spec & aro-spec, and you feel a tertiary attraction significant enough to you that you place it along side the other two.

the one that i feel is either alterous or queerplatonic. or both.

Aroflux

when you fluctuate across the aromantic spectrum, i definitely go from romance favorable to neutral to repulsed and back again on a unknown schedule.

but through the changes some parts still feel stagnant, such as:

Demiromantic & Recipromantic

one is about not feeling romantic attraction untill you have an emotional bond with a person, the other is only feeling attraction when you know a person is attracted to you.

if i were to ever be in a romantic relationship i dont think id feel romantic attracton untill 1-i knew they felt that way about me & 2- i had an attachment to them.

Cupioromantic

this is about wanting a romantic relationship despight not having the attraction.

which i do. even tho i dont feel attraction to anyone (yet) i would like to be in a romantic relationship.

Lovepunk & Lovequeer

2 difrent identities that reject amatonormitivity and the oppression that aspec individuals experiance

Softromo

this isnt an identity but a type of relationship that has low levels of romance, like a mix between a queerplatonic relationship & a romantic relationship

its just a relatioship i'd like to have.

Iodic

a type of relationship used by aro-specs to describe their idea relationship.

said relationship could be queerplatonic, appromour, delamour, or something simmilar

Happy aromantic awareness week!

[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

[r3demptor]

LUKE  SKYWALKER.      legends  centric      +      canon  noncompliant  (more  on  this  below).      written  by  finch  ( * she / her.  20+ ).      low  activity.     dead  dove  principle  in  application,      view  with  caution.      est.   may 24 / re-est apr 25.      affiliated  with  @burnslight  my  beloved.

INTERACTION.      basic  stuff  applies!  don’t  godmod,  cut  your  posts,  multimuse’s  specify,  etcetera.  this  blog  is  mutuals  only.   i  love  ocs  but  as  a  general  rule  i  don’t  interact  with  oc  children  (of  luke);  other  oc  kiddos  are  handled  on  a  case  by  case  basis.  animated  face-claims  are  cool,   but  i’ll  go  iconless  whilst  i’m  working  my  way  back  through  the  comics.   be  aware  that  i  am  an  ancient  golem  come  stumbling  back  to  tumblr  once  again  –  please  be  patient  with  me  whilst  i  navigate  everything  that  makes  the  dash  usable  again.

CANON.      besides  the  original  trilogy,  my  writing  and  worldbuilding  are  influenced  extensively  by  the  stws  expanded  universe  spanning  comics,  novelisations,  and  any  other  extra-canon  material  i  vibe  with.  i  pick  and  choose  the  things  i  like  across  the  legends  /  disney  split  and  apply  them  to  my  portrayal  as  i  see  fit.   whilst  i’m  very  happy  to  write  with  sequel-based  characters,  the  handling  of  luke’s  arc  within  that  trilogy  (and  hamill’s  reaction  to  it)  makes  me  very  very  sad;  sequel  muses  must  be  open  to  a  version  of  him  which  may  be  different  in  that  context.  

i  don’t  use  this  blog  as  a  platform  to  degrade  media,   characters,   or  story  arcs  i  didn’t  personally  enjoy  –  all  stws  muses  are  welcomed  here  <3        

CROSSOVERS.      i’d  prefer  non  sci-fi  /  fantasy  blogs  to  have  a  viewable  star  wars  verse  before  i  follow  them  (non-applicable  to  accounts  i  follow  first).   excepting  straight  modern-realism  based  settings,  i’ll  throw  luke  into  just  about  anything   –   there’s  no  preset  verses  page  for  your  referral  whilst  this  blog  is  in  its  infancy,  but  i’ll  be  adding  one  as  crossover  interactions  are  developed.

NSFW  +  SENSITIVE  TOPICS.      as  stated,  this  blog  flies  under  the  dead  dove  banner.  stws  is  about  fascism,  systems  of  oppression,  and  what  happens  when  you  begin  to  challenge  them  (genocide,  torture,  violence,  child  soldiery  +  death)  –  it  would  be  redundant  to  tag  every  piece  of  content  that  may  be  upsetting.   i  do,  however,  always  tag  cws  outlined  in  the  guidelines  of  mutual  blogs  and  anything  that  crosses  the  line  to  overly  explicit,  the  format  for  this  is  ‘[topic]  cw’.  i  do  not  reblog  gore,  popups,  or  screamers. 

SHIPPING.      i  portray  luke  as  aro-ace;  i  don’t  explore  romantic  dynamics  here  but  am  unbelievably  game  for  every  other  possible  relationship  that  exists.  

FIN.      thank  you  for  taking  the  courtesy  of  reading  this  far!  i’m  finch,  i’m  twenty-six,  and  i’m  the  most  unserious  person  you  will  ever  meet.   you  can  reach  me  through  ims  and  disco  (where  i’m  happy  to  write  privately  if  i’m  not  around  here),  and  luke  has  an  in  character  wire  in  the  event  that  you  want  to  bother  him  there.

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In nights like these...

Cw: none as far as im aware. Gif cw eye contact.

Summary: Shaun worries deeply about the future of those he loves and his own. He wishes all his nights were kind and sweet.

Based on this cinematic from AC syndicate.

>only mutuals allowed to reblog.

Frustration wasnt an easy thing to deal with.

Much less for a Man like Shaun.

Infiltrating the templar base was a bust,it Left them with a kill squad on their asses. Which was just wonderful...

When the assasins hid in one of the safehouses, peace had shortly returned to the Group. Night had settled over the UK,gentle breezes ran through the high buildings and the low streets.

The warehouse was quite cold,but with enough space for everyone to rest.

It wasnt a home,but it would have to do.

--Something's on your mind-- Jerico said,putting a hand on their beloveds arm. Both look out into the night,so peaceful Luke the world wasnt aware of the war between assasins and templars.

--Nothing you should worry yourself over,my love--The brit answered,passing his hand across their Lower waist and then using that to bring them into a side hug.

--You know me...I always worry

He nodded-- I know,but you shouldnt have to go to bed thinking about your problems and mine ontop of that. -- He made a quick pause-- speaking of,you should go sleep.

--Not without you..

--Somebody must keep watch until reinforces come. Ill join you when they get hey--he squeezed them in his grasp-- try not to miss me too much,yeah?

Jer snickered and looked up at the Man,his pretty eyes fall on their gorgeous face. His face softens and he cant help but coo-- Oh,c'mere you..

He kisses them,wrapping his other arm around their waist and pulling them up a little. They smile and kiss back,their hands reaching to stroke his hair- instantly he melts and he begins to giggle.

You wouldnt expect a Man like Shaun to be so tender. He was all rough edges and sarcastic witt. But he had a heart of gold,of course he was a good man- He wanted the best for the world and those he loves.

Gently he does pull away--Okay,sleep baby. Id love to spend my night kissing you but Rebecca Will call us love birds again and you know how I get.

They snort and give him a quick peck-- Ill wait for you in bed,handsome. Love you-- they smile and they begin to walk away towards their sleeping bag.

--Love you too,gorgeous-- His voice is filled with joy. an audible smile.

His eyes linger on them,he wants a better world for them. He wants to be better for them. He always worries If hes good enough,a good enough boyfriend...

Jerico lays down within their sleeping bag,but they only pretend to sleep as they hear the conversation Bishop has with Shaun. Their face softens, their heart squeezes with worry.

At listening what he says,how he wishes to be more like Desmond. Hes already doing so much,so harsh on himself- Its hard to hear him and the pain and worry he carries. He wants to be the best Man he can be..

They shuffle in their place and look from a distance. They debate Wether or not to stand up and give him a tight hug,but they dont- he needs to let it out.

He worries mostly about his beloved,of course he does. He knows they wont let him give him life to protect them,but he would do anything for them at the drop of a hat. If that kill squad found them- his only priority Will be to get Jeri out safely.

And he knows they would drag him from the afterlife by the ear..its a funny image that almost makes him laugh.

Its then jer notices one of their fellow assasins,Galina, sneak in. She scares the shit out of Shaun and thats all it takes,Jerico laughs loudly and covers their face.

--Il go lie down and die now...--Shaun grumbled,quickly running to where his girlfriend was-- And you...how dare you laugh!

--You jumped like a cat!--They raised their hands in surrender.

--I did not!--His voice broke as he said it, he shook off his jacket and kicked off his shoes before getting into bed.

--You did,though--They make space for him,and he slides in.-- oh,let me help..

--You should be sleeping-- he added-- And yet youre here awake, undoing my shirt and-

Jeri rolled their eyes-- For your comfort. Idiot.

He takes off his glasses,and he does smirk at the heart eyes his girl makes to him. He sets the glasses aside and he simply pulls them in for a tight hug.

--Look,honey...--They say,nuzzling his chest--youre a good Man. Youre enough...

--You heard all that...?--He said,embarassed

--I did..

--Babe i-

--No. Listen,honey--They insist, hugging him tight. He feels the squeeze and it makes him want to snuggle up-- Youre a good Man,youre an amazing Man. Youre enough baby,you already are great... you worry so much over everyone,but you cant see youre already good enough.

Shaun sighs and one of his hands stroke his lover's cheek with thumb-- Well thank you for the PSA but we should get some rest...

--I love you,just think about that as you fall asleep...--They snuggle closer and they feel him wrap around them,his legs tangle with theirs and he kisses them briefly before resting his chin on the crown of their head.

--Love you too,now go rest you trouble maker...--The smile in his voice is audible, its so cute.

Jeri presses their head to his chest,hearing his quick heartbeat. He was flustered!.

--Sweet dreams,babe-- they murmur.

--Sweet dreams,Dear-- he whispers back with that big,goofy loving smile. If only all his days and nights were like this...

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          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.

          Exclusive: zoomingupthathill ,           Affiliated: zoomingupthathill ,

                            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.

OCs/Fandoms. Totally chill with OCs, just have some type of an about page. I can try and fit my muses into anything, and will follow blogs I can see working (even if I don't know the fandom).

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.

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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.

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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

[all-hail-the-witcher]

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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