#then turned into a “his lack of confidence is what sometimes causes him to act like an asshole”

[strawglicks]

flint fascinates me bc he comes off as rlly polite and kind

but also. not really. at all

they apologize often and it seems like they try to be nice to others, but then u look deeper and take into account different details

one of the biggest things abt flint that gets overlooked is that he likes drama .

i dont think liking drama itself is bad, why else do we have reality tv shows yk. but i think they actively indulge in it and one of the biggest things that points to this for me is how they treat the satellite investors

he seems to talk bad about them behind their backs, then can't handle the comeuppance of cosmo yelling at him.

this is further implied with cosmo saying they're "goin' around spreadin' lies", meaning flint does actively talk shit on what might be a regular basis. and flint saying "oh, no, I shouldn't have said that" implies FURTHER that they KNOW they're gonna get yelled at for it but continue to do it anyway with the hope cosmo wont find out. like hes not sorry for doing it, only sorry for getting caught.

cosmo gets HEAVILY neglected both in the community as a whole and whenever flint is brought up even though they have a really interesting and honestly hilarious dynamic (but thats for another post..)

whenever cosmo DOES get brought up in the context of he and flints relationship, people defend flint and blame cosmo for being "mean" to him. but tbh, i think cosmo has a fair point in this particular text. Flint can talk all he wants, but at the end of the day can't handle the consequences of it and lacks the confidence to put his foot down. He's a follower, not a leader (unlike cosmo, who flint looks up to canonically. WHICH NO ONE TALKS ABOUT!!!!!!!!!!!)

flint also seems to have an interesting habit of apologizing even though he actively and intentionally attacks the toons right after

which i think is interesting. i think it's just a habit of his to say sorry when he knows he's doing/has done something wrong (especially bc he doesnt like facing the consequences), even if hes not actually sorry. Considering this is the same person who claims they like setting toons on fire, i dont think any of these apologies are sincere:

speaking of not being able to handle the consequences, when flint does get defeated by toons, there's a line that sticks out.

Specifically the "i'll be back" feels vengeful. Like he takes the defeat personally, and doesn't want to give up because it makes him feel weak and he wants to come out on top.

something else i find interesting and almost jarring in flint's dialogue is some of their Power Trip dialogue:

this dude is incredibly power hungry. he craves confidence and the ability to be a leader, given how he looks up to cosmo and is drawn to graham, who also appears confident.

speaking of graham, i think it's important to note that earlier, when flint was talking shit abt the satellite investors, he was saying that specifically to graham, who encourages flint not to "let people walk all over him".

graham encourages flint to feel more confident, which is not inherently a bad thing. confidence is great! and its something flint deserves. but i think there's an issue with how they choose to express this "confidence" on the rare occasions they do.

shown throughout this post, flint's way of trying to be confident is being power hungry, talking shit, and fighting toons . i think it's pretty clear that flint has been walked all over in the past and present, and it's caused them to become shy and a bit of a doormat. which he clearly doesn't like (more evidence of this is the fact that he explicitly dislikes belittling.)

and on the rare occasions when they're "allowed" to be confident, they proceed to belittle OTHERS, like toons. in a lot of their dialogue, they come off as condescending towards the toons, even if it's pretty awkward.

i think Flint deserves to feel confident, but the way they go about it is unhealthy. They've clearly been treated like a doormat and is fed up with it, and it seems like they lash out as a result. I think he has a good and genuine heart, but he almost comes off as bitter due to being walked all over constantly. its rlly interesting to dive into flint's flaws and the way they act due to their desperation for confidence, something they really lack.

[koisuko]

Imagine:

You and Ghost are a happily married couple…sort of.

Tw: mentions of murder, potential gore, gn reader, toxic relationship, dead dove?, mentions of infidelity, mostly ooc, the names are from a random generator!!

Newly weds, happy and sappy and all that bullshit. Bullshit is all it was to Ghost. You and Ghost were compatible, sure, but sometimes you two become so close it’s borderline obsession. Ghost loves you, as much as you love him, and that terrifies him. To escape this unfortunate feeling, as Ghost puts it, he seeks out others to use and dispose. Something, anything to dull the fear he unwittingly feels deep down. Feelings he barely understands, feelings he’d rather drink himself to death numbing than speak about. Anyone with a brain could see how toxic the duo was, and would likely go to the edge of the earth to convince you two to separate. The both of you were too consumed by one another to leave, and too possessive to even think about letting each other see someone else.

Simon knew you felt the same way. He knew in the way you desperately tried hiding love marks imprinted on your skin. The way you stayed out late some nights under the guise of an “overtime” shift. How you seemed too tired to be intimate. How you shared yourself with someone other than him. His blood nearly boiled at the thought. You were his, and he would do anything to keep it that way. All the little giveaways you both did, unknowingly mirroring each other’s behavior like clones.

Anything was an understatement, evident in the huffs of exertion and long dragging sounds against wet soil. Under the cover of the darkened forest, Simon heaved the black trash bag behind him. Each step caking his boots in mud, masking the evidence of his actions that stained the leather surface. Anyone would likely turn a blind eye, if it weren't for the red liquid trickling down from a torn hole in the plastic. Behind him, trailed along a cloud of guilt and regret, and the stench of death. That gloomy overcast likely to dissipate with the body under the dirt, out of sight, out of mind.

It wasn’t until he noticed a distant figure, somewhat hunched, and headed towards the very spot he had chosen. The silhouette was unsteady and seemed to struggle with the heavy object trailing behind them. Ghost wasted no time in taking cover, slinking into the shadows without a sound. He watched, and waited, patiently, for the prime moment to strike. No witnesses, no regrets. It wasn’t until the person became more clear, and a familiar, “shit,” followed the thud of what appeared to be a body bag. None other than his significant other, carrying a bag just like him, to the same spot picked by him.

“Christ, what the fuck are you doing here?” His gruff voice caused you to jump, whipping around to meet his weathered skull mask face to face. “Me? What are you doing here?” Your attempt to appear confident in your confrontation was sabotaged by the heavy pants leaving your lips. Ghost gave you a scrutinizing squint, leaning to the side slightly to look over your shoulder at the bag on the ground. A normal black trash bag with blood, clumps of hair, and other questionable substances adhering dirt to the plastic. His nose scrunched at the awful odor, much worse than the bag he carried, and much more gruesome looking. “Who is that?” Despite the obvious evidence, and human shape inside the bag, you pulled an act of obliviousness to his question. “What? Who’s who?” Unamused, and slightly irritated, he grabbed his own bag and tossed it at your feet, “Brandon Dorsey, sound familiar?” Your eyes locked with the bag in front of you, remembering the night you slept with him solely to ‘get even’ with Simon. You scoffed, making a feeble attempt to drag yours towards him, “Olivia Marterson, ring any bells?” A smirk played on your lips at his lack of emotion given the circumstance, not a care in the world for the dead beneath him.

Ghost examined the body bag you dropped at his feet, its densely saturated exterior leaving little to the imagination on what was inside. Unlike yours, his bag was more neatly cased with very few stains marring the outside, aside from the blood dripping heavily from the corner — the plastic likely nicked by a tool in the bed of his truck, and a mess he’d unfortunately have to clean later. His bag was much smaller in size than yours, strangely so, and no shape at all to indicate the contents. “Something wrong?” You asked, hoping that maybe your actions somehow irked him, or made him second guess cheating on you. Instead, those deep brown eyes gave nothing away, trailing back up to meet yours, “sloppy work, you should be more careful.” Simon spoke in a deadpan voice, but something about his statement almost felt concerned.

Eventually, the two of you managed to dig a hole in the dirt big enough for both bags to fit side by side. Simon had to help you carry yours over, while you trailed behind him with a look of both defeat and slight irritation. “Thanks,” you’d grumble out, appreciative of him despite your anger. You heaved and grunted, kicking your boot into the back of the shovel and tossing dirt on the bags. By this time, your skin was glossed with sweat, and heart thumping against your ribcage. Finally, the evidence was hidden six feet under, and the smell gone with it. The shovel you used was now anchored into the ground and used as a rest for your exhaustion. “That’s the best hole I’ve ever dug up,” you chimed triumphantly, having puffed out your chest with pride. You glanced over at Ghost beside you, his figure stiff and brooding. “By the way,” you started, “how did you get your bag so small? Mine refused to fold any type of way once the rigor mortis set in.” He turned to walk away, not before answering your question, “butchered, fits better in my truck that way.”

[nowimjustastranger]

This ask is for infinity falls, how far are Stanford and Stanley willing to go for eachother morally?

Also does Pacifica eventually get adopted into the Pines family?

They're a dark version of the Pines family for a reason, so there's pretty much no line they wouldn't cross for one another. There's absolutely no slash between the brothers (because ew), but they are far more attached to one another than what is socially acceptable. Therefore, they can come off as suspiciously close to incestuous at times (think Sam and Dean from Supernatural, this link goes more in-depth about the topic).

Basically, they act like they're married even though their feelings toward each other are strictly platonic. And yes, everyone pokes fun at them about it. Though Stan takes the teasing better than Ford, who is disgusted by the implication that he would ever pursue a romantic relationship with his brother. Ford's visceral reaction each time the topic is brought up is honestly why the joke has even gone on as long as it has.

As for your second question, Pacifica wouldn't be adopted into the family because she simply wouldn't want to be (though Stan has pulled her aside to offer). But, if she ever changed her mind, then they would officially add her to their family in a heartbeat. Her lack of sharing their last name doesn't mean that she's not one of their people though.

She would be closest to Mabel and Ford, but she has an obvious soft spot for Stan and sees him as a father figure (which she will never admit to anyone). Mabel is her best friend, but she confides in Ford, who gives her advice and suggests solutions to whatever problem she brings to him.

Plus, he's really good at girl talk. He's invited to all of Mabel's sleepovers (sometimes having to turn down the invitation due to work deadlines), getting his nails done and playing silly games. Ford is actually the one who encourages the girls to snuggle up to him when they're all tuckered out, the girls drifting to sleep as Ford recites some book or another as a makeshift bedtime story.

Spending time with Ford would, in turn, cause Pacifica to bond with Dipper over how amazing Ford is.

[kendrixtermina]

Giving Doctor Who a New Chance, Part 3: The Giggle

It's nice that they're bringing back some classic villain, but I really wish they had the Toymaker butcher some other language. The gag is just not funny at all when you actually speak German

Ok, that's an illustrative montage of a mightyfine chaos

IDK what I think of this - set it up in a way that it can be reset again.

oooh, Mel is back! As a 6th Doctor fan, I appreciate this. Did not expect that. She still got that perky way of talking.

Having seen the eps he was in, slipping over a bottle of Vodka is exactly like Sabalon Glitz would die, but hey, at least he lived to a ripe old age.

Donna just landed herself a new job. I guess there's that duality in human's fluctuating confidence levels again cause she glibly asks for double but looks ecstatic that it worked

so, Donna doesn't remember in detail, but she got a rough glimpse

the guy playing the Toymaker IS pulling off the creepy clown act pretty well tho

I really liked that scene between Donna & the Doctor in the infinite cabinet with the Doctor re-evaluating his life choices.

That's another thing that's been missing, that fucking Chibnall didn't get - that the point of him, at the end of the day, is that he's just some guy. Somewhat wiser & tougher than a human, maybe, but still fundamentally just dude with wits & confidence. A trickster, a flawed person trying to do the right thing that through trickery ended up with this fearsome reputation. I used to think of RTD not getting it as much as Moffat did cause he did like overly savior-archetype-like plots sometimes whereas moffat emphasized the 'just a madman with a box' angle, but RTD gets it in this scene where we see the Doctor cringing at his past self for things he couldn't have foreseen & now he doesn't know what to do in a world that doesn't follow predictable rules

Because that's what they don't tell you about getting smarter, wiser or even just older - the price you pay for knowing better today is cringing at the awareness you used to lack. thats very real. you end up thinking you should somehow have known or done better even if you couldnt have.

there's certainly some thematic rhyming with the 'narrowmindedness-plague' afflicting the earth

Donna's dad is actually right. Good for him to be wary of the Hot Hand fallacy and its ilk. Missed a chance for an epic nerd reference

I dunno what to think about the concept of 'shift to fantasy', i wouldnt have done that & really turned more to harder & concept fanfiction, but i suppose it keeps thinks fresh without being repetitive (they cant keep destroying and un-destroying gallifrey all the time...) & the show has always been the very softest of sci-fi anyway - at leasts its set up in a way that it can be reset again or let future writers pick whatever they want. though i suppose it depends on how its done like, if possible without wholly throwing out humanist values. You can absolutely be a trickster in a fantasy story or fight crazy things with logic; Infinity train did it to great effect. I mean, the classics had far wonkier stuff like actual Vampires & whatnot.

i appreciate Donna rhyming while defeating the puppet

"jingsaw out of your history" thing imply that the timeless child thing was an in-universe retcon of sorts? Oh please. I mean I could kinda sorta accept 13 is she literally wasn't really the same character.

between this & the last episode it's pretty close anyway to the "every single backstory is true because of timey wimey ball" thing from the expanded universe fixed, on-screen canon. That I could live with. It's potentially deeply interesting that by virtue of getting tangled up in all the timelines the Doctor has in some ways been to many possible futures & possible versions of reality.

Former companions werent affected by the giggle thing cause it was a retroactive change made by the toymaker upon getting free

It's kinda sad that we'll never get to see the battle between the Master and the Toymaker because that must really have been something. Like two Jokers or Phantoms of the Opera fighting.

this is like when Q showed up on the bridge of the enterprise. Only much deadlier. I appreciate that the scene never stops feeling actually menacing.

I like how Mel also comes in to hold his hand, too, she's for realsies. (I guess this is how she makes up for making him drink all that carrot juice)

The "Alons-y" is a niftly little contrast/ bookend with 10s exit

My headcanon is that bi-generation absolutely WAS a myth, but that this is an extension of the whole breach in the logic/edge of reality storyarc being set up here, or really just the Toymaker thinking it would be fun to double them infinitely

I like how the Doctor mocks the Toymaker's fake accent with 'the ball' thing

The advantage with the ball game is, of course, that Fifteen has already seen it. He's fabulous alright.

I appreciate how they climb on each other at some point

I don't envy Kate, watching this absurd thing... humanity already got somewhat good at taking Sci-Fi threats on their own, but this they don't have context for. Maybe UNIT is gonna need a vault of magical artifacts now. I suppose you can play with that for a few seasons. Like how a contrast of fantasy & sci-fi elements worked in Madoka.

I like how Donna is casually putting her arm around 15

I guess 15 has reached that point where rather than cringe at your younger self you're able to have compassion. That's a good arc, actually.

aaand of course there's the obligatory sequel hook for the Master's return, to the surprise of no one

I like how the years with the lost memory weren't completely lost but Donna still learned something from them that allows her to send this message now

Soo Fifteen is basically taking advantage of the cartoon logic still being in effect until the end of the episode to duplicate the TARDIS. I bet it only worked because he picked the silliest possible hammer.

I appreciate how 15 makes sure to get one last Donna hug.

I do like that it kinda came down to self-love, self-compassion & knowing when to take a restorative break & all that. That's an important message these days.

So, the Nobles just deadass adopted the Doctor & Mel. Makes all the sense.

I always thought of Mel & the Doctor's dynamic as sibling-like (as opposed to Peri & the Doctor having a 'tsundere couple' energy & Ace who of course had a teacher/student thing), so I feel vindicated.

Also I appreciate how an older woman who didn't have kids but spent her life traveling & adventuring & doing what she wanted, & then ended up feeling a bit lonely because of it here simply ends up not lonely by finding friends / found family. Cause that's the fucking annoying gotcha they always hurl at you "Oh if you don't have kids & live the life you want you'll be lonely!" As if you can't have friends. Also, plenty of ppl who do have kids wind up lonely because the kids end up hating them.

I'm all for the Doctor catching a break. Very touching, honestly. & he's like actually a point where he wouldn't just run off & get side-tracked or brood on the inevitability of its end. (like he would have when spent those years with River)

Also sets an interesting background for 15 of course, as he'll be coming out of it 'fully rested', in a sense.

So, yeah, I do think I'm looking forward to what 15 will get up to. It was sort of a great way to introduce him in such a way that ppl will instantly like him for how he comforts his past self here.

It's also probably the ideal ending for Donna, cause, much like Rose & Clara she wanted to stay forever, & maybe now that she has a daughter & other responsibilities she won't want the big danger all the time, but the Unit Job & living with the Doctor in a house? That's prolly what she would have wanted.

(I wonder if they'll end up running into Martha & Mickey at her job, since Donna & Martha were buds that time they met. )

[fanfiction-blep]

First off, I love your writing sooo much it’s so good aaaaa 😭❤️❤️❤️ I wanted to request a quaritch x fem reader but the reader has an Australian accent I feel like he would love it sm and tease her about how she pronounces things differently hehe ❤️

Omg hiii! Thank you so much it means the world! I appreciate all the love! I did my best with this one considering my understanding of Australian accents is limited to mocking the H20 (just add water) dialogue.

Miles Quaritch X Australian Fem/Reader

Warnings: Teasing, swearing, slight fluff.

Quaritch is the kind of man who doubles down on peoples 'weaknesses'. Not necessarily in a cruel way, but if you're below average heigh? yeah your name is 'short stack' now 'tiny". Anything that is different from the norm is worth mocking. And he would be persistent and sometimes down right mean. So when you waltzed in on your first day catching his eyes with your bright smile the confident aura surrounding you drew him in. Unsure of this instant attraction he was just waiting to find something to sink his teeth into. And then it happened you walked past him nodding at him in acknowledgment. "G'day Colonel" He had to stop himself from laughing it was almost too easy. "Mornin' ya sure ya alright?" Your head turning eyeing him with confusion. "Ya know being used to hanging upside down on earth? Pandora's gotta be a big change" sniggering under his breath as you rolled you're eyes and got back to your task.

Now, at first he was truly not drawn in by the accent, he would just tease you. All. The. Time. Even trying to imitate your accent at times. But over time he started being as silent as possible when he was in the room with you, so you wouldn't know he was there. And he could just hear you talk. Because all his teasing had left you very self aware talking around him, something he was deeply regretting now. A few weeks in and the sound of you're voice caused a smile to spread across his face. (Not that he would let anyone know) In fact he had decided that you didn't have any interest in him because of his teasing. That wasn't the case, the Instant attraction had been mutual and you had no idea how to act around him. Normally being confident loud and boisterous this man caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach.

You're accent wasn't too noticeable until you pronounced words differently to him. One morning in mess hall you were grabbing your food when you bumped into Lyle, the man swearing at you under his breath. "No need to get agro mate, was just tryna grab some wata-" Rolling your eyes as you walked past the marine. Quaritch stifling his laughter while melting at your voice. Sometimes he would trick you in saying certain words that you pronounced differently. 'water' being one, his favourite you saying 'Whoops' whenever something goes wrong, or you bump into someone. It's rare but if you knock something over you'll pause and mutter 'Whoops' and scramble to fix the problem. He would stand there, skin covered in a hot flush. He adored All the small quirks that came along with you're accent.

On another occasion while in mess hall you'd mutter complaints about the food. "This soup needs some Bazzel"

"You mean Bayzil" He wouldn't look at you just smirking as he ate his food.

"I know what i said, Sir" Sometimes you could tell the teasing was only playful. "Seriously this soup is lacking any kind of herb"

"Erb"

"the word is spelt with a 'H'!"

"you still said it wrong, sweetheart"

One time you got caught out in the rain and started cussing yourself out.

"Stupid cunt, shoulda grabbed a brolly before we left!" The Colonel laughing at you quietly. "Got somethin' to say sir?" You'd spit out irritated with getting socked through you're cloths.

"What the fuck is a 'brolly'"

"You know thing that stops you getting wet"

"You mean an UmBrALLa?" He couldn't hide the laughter at this point. And it stung, you genuinely felt like he was bullying you. So you start avoiding him, sometimes he'll catch the occasional

"G'day" or a very stereotypical "Crikey!" But by the time he's reached the sound of your voice, you are gone. Eventually you have to work together, and you were having a really bad day.

"How ya doin' Dundee?" And you snap

"Will you quit it? I get you hate me, jump off my ass already and buck up" A singular eye brow was raised, and he stayed silent. In fact he stayed silent, for three days. He waited until he found you alone after a work out, corning you in the locker room.

"I don't hate ya" He leaned against the metal locker to his "I never have, I joke a lot that's all" Shaking your head you unrapped your hands from their protective cloth.

"Taking the piss outta of me ain't funny" He sighed and rubbed his on his face.

"That ain't all- I don't know how to act around you is all" He was looking away from you, refusing to meet your gaze.

"Well that's why I started avoiding you" That caught his attention, head snapping in your direction.

"What?"

"I- Well-" Throwing up your hands you laugh out loud "I like you a lot! And you mocking my accent 24/7 just drives me bonkers-" he cut you off, storming over. Hands cupping you're face pulling you in for a kiss. It was heated and passionate. Months worth of a cat and mouse game coming to an end. When he pulled away a soft "Crikey" Left you're lips looking up at him with wide doe eyes, he chuckled chest rumbling against your own.

"Adorable" He whispered before diving in for another kiss.

I know this is a little short, I hope this was what you were looking for annon! Fell free to request anything else guys, send me your fantasise!

[ben-101-rewrite]

-Ben 101 Rewrite Note-

Every time Ben turns into one of his aliens, he tends to take on traits and instincts of them that can affect his personality. Some are more obvious than others, ranging from mild shifts in tone, to full on acting barely like Ben. Here are the OG series aliens and their personality shifts.

Heatblast - Has a bit of an arsonist side to him, due to his kind being used to being around fire, leading to many moments where he is careless with destruction he may cause. Young pyronites are a lot louder and bombastic, but as they age they noticeably mellow out. Wildmutt - Can be territorial with many dog-like habits, such as when he found an item they were all looking for, that Gwen tried to take from him, only for him to growl at her out of instinct. But he is very loyal to those in his ‘pack’, and gets protective when they are threatened.  Diamondhead - Chill, calm and collective, with an alternative nature. Though he can be rather over confident, which has led to both good and bad situations depending on what he is facing at the time. XRL8 - Hummingbird brain, always needing to do something, gets bored easily, and can get distracted easily. Also known to wonder and explore. 

Grey Matter - Highly smart, but not in a cocky way. Always thinking out loud to process thoughts better, and often seen fiddling with things or pacing. Four Arms - Competitive, daredevil and always looking for a challenge. Loves to get high off of an adrenaline rush, but has a noble side to him and is always ready to call out people.  Stinkfly - Has quite a cheeky personality, along with a curious mind, leading to him basically wanting to do things he seems fun or will make him laugh. Also has a bit of a hoarding side, and doesn’t like to share. Ripjaws - Comes across as fairly normal until in battle, where he becomes an absolute monster in his fighting style. Highly aggressive, doesn’t show mercy and leaves lasting damage. He also seems to listen to females more often than men, due to their matriarchal culture. Upgrade - Calculated, loyal and creative. Since they were designed by the Galvans, they are made to be perfect assistants, in both being able to follow orders, and being able to take matters into their own hands when needed. Ghostfreak - Rather quiet and a loner, but is known to be honest, even if it may seem harsh. Due to Ben’s conflicting feelings with this form, he can come across as unsure, depressed even, but still have an edge to him. When pushed, elements like Zs'skayr shine through, being aggressive, cold and eerie. Cannonbolt - Rather chill with a playful side to him, and lacks a bit of an impulsive control as he’s used to just rolling into danger, having faith he can tank it. Wildvine - Can act aggressive or harsh to those he doesn’t know or is close with, and prefers to use the area around to help fight, instead of being direct. The ambush predator side of him sometimes comes forward. Spitter - Since he does not speak, nor emote that well, he can come across as a little awkward to be around, often just standing there and staring, as if he needs a moment to process anything. Buzzshock - Trickster, always seems like he’s high on sugar, and very childish. Though he likes to have back up, being a creature that needs a group with it. He also has no impulse control and will just do whatever action comes first to mind. Arctiguana - Rather slow in their mannerism, and not very expressive, but can come across as wise as he notices all the little details that others may brush past. Blitzwolfer - Resourceful with a tactical mind, with a natural knowledge towards stalking and hunting prey. Thrives in the wild, and knows how to spook those he wishes to scare. Upchuck - Lazy, goes with the flow, with poor mannerism, yet has a happy personality. Not a lot seems to phase him, and his sense of fear is rather low.

Snare-oh - Slick, with a silver tongue. He has a way with words, his eerie body language matching with it. He also enjoys things he finds valuable, and will aggressive with those who mess with his things.

Frakenstrike - Smart and enjoys the art of crafting, able to spend hours on end working on something and rarely get frustrated. He also surprisingly has a family side to him, and wants to be there to make sure they’re safe.

Eye Guy - Takes in a lot of details around him, even when he shouldn’t be. Known to get involved with conversations he shouldn’t be snooping in on, or isn’t directed at him. His sense of personal space is lacking.

Way Big - When not in battle he is a gentle giant, very careful with his movements, and can come across as sounding reasonable, even if people are put off by his height and strength. Known to step into conflict to always try and put a stop to it.

Ditto - Playful with boundless energy, often diving into danger head first without a care in the world. Also does not have a filter, often saying what comes to mind, even if it’s not an appropriate time.

[allinestarr]

Competitive Part 4

Sorry it took long to post, but here it is! - Alline 

Alec Lightwood x Fem reader

Before you could slam the door in his face he stopped it with his foot.

“Please just hear me out for 2 minutes. I promise I won't bother you again.” he pleaded.

With a sigh you opened the door and walked to your dresser and grabbed a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Taking the fact you left the door open he took that as an ok. You walked to the bathroom and quickly got dressed carefully not to agitate your wound. Even though you activated your healing rune you still had to be careful not to reopen your wound or you’d have to stitch it up. When you walked out he was leaning against the closed door to your room.

“ What do you want?.” you asked.

“ Well.. I want to apologize for yelling at you. Its been a pretty stressful night and I was really worried about Izzy. I thought she was going to die tonight and there was nothing I could do to help her. I get it you had a vendetta but you can't blame me for being mad, you were reckless. You acted on impulse and it almost got the both of you killed. ”

Unbelievable, did he just come here to lecture you more or apologize?. He never even once asked how you were. And what a hypocrite thing to say being as he would do the same thing if he were in your shoes. While lost in thought you hadn't realised the wound on your back had opened from fidgeting around and some blood seeped through your t-shirt.

“ You’re bleeding. let me take a look, ill stitch it up for you.” he said as he walked closer to you.

“ No, I got it. Plus you’re 2 minutes are up.” you said as you walked to your front door and held it open for him to leave. He sighed and walked out but not before turning around to say something. This time before he could say anything you closed the door in his face. You don't know what you were more mad at, him being right or the lack of empathy he had for you. The last 24 hrs have been a lot to take in so you decided to just stitch yourself up and sleep until you couldn't anymore. Unfortunetly that wasn't long for you because its like you had a built in alarm clock and you were up at 6 am in the training room on your 4th punching bag after annihilating the last 3.

Everyone was concerned about you, besides Alec. He just chalked it up to another one of your dramatic outbursts for attention. Your actions warranted attention from the clave and even though you did a favor by killing the demon, you did it with no authorization and endangered the lives of Izzy and yourself. It would have gotten anyone else banned and stripped of their runes but since you eliminated a huge threat and were still an asset, you were just suspended from field work for a month. Throughout your suspension you avoided your friends and when you spoke to them there was barley any words exchanged. It caused a rift between you and Izzy. She knew you were in pain and couldn’t do anything about it. You spent your weekends going to the bar and drinking alone and sometimes you found yourself starring out into the city from the rooftop of Raphael’s compound in Brooklyn till the sun came up. No one knew how you felt or the nightmares you had. It all ended the same, you would die and so would Izzy and everyone close to you. The only person you confided with your feelings was your friend Sookie. She couldn’t take your pain away but she could numb it for you. She gave you an elixir that would numb your feelings so you couldn’t feel anything. You took it everyday and eventually you no dreams at all.  

After the suspension you were allowed to go on missions with Izzy and the team. Alec of course opposed this but didn’t say anything.

“ Do you notice how weird y/n’s been?”, Clary asked Jace.

“ Yea. She’s been acting really strange. Like she’s devoid of any emotion. It’s like when your talking to her she’s not really there. She’s hasn’t been nagging Alec like she usually did and has been so one worded with Izzy. And now with this whole valentine thing, she’s so focused on finding him and killing him.” He sighed.

“ Do you think something else happened in that warehouse with that demon?. Did it poison her or put her under its influence?.”

“ I don’t know. I think once the demon is dead any influence it has ceases but it may be worth asking Magnus about. Maybe he knows.” 

“ You’re right. Should we tell Izzy about this or should we just do this on our own?” She asked.

“ Yea, I don’t want to keep anything from her. She’s my family and so is y/n. We have to find out what’s going on and help her cause I think things might get worse.”

Jace and Clary found Izzy and Alec in the institute and explained they're concerns and plan. So with a plan in place they visited Magnus. He explained that the only way to find out would be to dig into y/n’s mind and it would be painful.

“ Great, how are we suppose to convince y/n to willingly let Magnus do that when you can’t even talk to her!” Izzy screamed.

“ Well there is one way, but I don’t think she would like it.” Magnus said.

After Magnus explained his plan of ambushing y/n in a fake mission knocking her out and teleporting them to his home everyone reluctantly agreed. Alec remained neutral and only agreed for his sisters sake. Magnus awaited a text with there location while everyone else returned to the institute to find y/n. 

It wasn't hard to find her cause she was always in the same place now a days, in the training room. 

“Hey y/n, we have a lead on a possible location valentine might be at. Shower and change, we will meet you outside.” Jace said. 

y/n nodded and headed back to her room. She took a quick shower and got dressed making sure to strap her favorite bow to her back and daggers to her thighs. She met them in the front of the institute and they made there way to chinatown. When they walked through an alley y/n started to think something weird was going on. Clary kept looking at y/n and back at Jace every 5 minutes and Alec was walking in the back instead of the usual front since he led the team. When you reached the end of the ally you saw it was a dead end with no doors leading nowhere. You looked up and saw a fire escape and like they sensed what you were about to do they started to lunge towards you. You were quick which has always been one of you’re advantages and you dodged all of them and quickly grabbed an arrow to shot the lock on the latter to the fire escape but Alec shot his arrow at yours before it reached it. How could these people who you considered family do this to you?. At this point it was survival of the fittest so you stated fighting back. You easily knocked Jace and Clary down and then Alec thanks to your new skills you learned training. Then it was just you and Izzy. 

“y/n, we don't want to hurt you. We want to help you. You are my Parabatai and I know there's something wrong. We just want to make you better.” she pleaded. 

“ Better?.Theres nothing wrong with me. I have never been better than I am now. Old y/n is gone and this me now. Accept it or get out of my way.”  you snarled. 

She looked down contemplating before looking at her bracelet with a hurt look. Like as if you saw it in slow motion she grabbed her bracelet extending the whip to its full length and whipped it towards you but before it could wrap around your neck you grabbed it and pull it toward you knocking her to the ground. She quickly got up and lunged at you and you fought back. Suddenly Alec is up and fighting you as well. You kept the upper hand most of the fight. You knocked Alec against the wall and lunged on top of Izzy holding her down. 

P.O.V Alec 

He watched as you straddled his sister holding her down choking her. It was like you had the strength of 10 men. He had to think of something quick and  something did and he knew he would regret it later.

 Back to present 

Alec watched on as y/n choked Izzy and he ran, grabbed her and... kissed her. She froze immediately and looked at him in confusion. In that moment Jace hit her over the head and she collapsed. Instead of feeling the ground bellow her, she felt a pair of arms hold her up. Everyone took a second to catch there breath before Izzy looked at Alec and said, 

“ I knew it. it was bound to happen.” she smiled. 

He looked at her, rolled his eyes and said, 

“ This does not mean anything. I had to distract her and that's the only thing I could think of. Now if you’re done, text Magnus. We have work to do.” 

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The Lost and Found part IV

*SPOILERS OF THE GAME HOGWARTS LEGACY AHEAD*

Characters: Dark!Sebastian; use of MC; GN!MC; Ominis Gaunt; eventual Ominis Gaunt x MC.

Summary: Based on this post by @avadakedavravravra​. After Sebastian substituted Ominis with a Polyjuice potion, he seduces MC to force Ominis into disclosing Anne’s location. And to also have a little bit of fun.

Warnings: mild violence; mild abuse (imprisonment); talks about death; sad mainly for Ominis, fluffy for an unsuspecting MC; angst overall; impersonating; lying; gaslighting; non-con relationship; kissing; snogging; lightly groping; a bit smutty; self-hatred; talks about not being enough.

Word count: 6K+ (got little carried away)

A/N: Really hard to know how far Sebastian should go. I have a feeling he’d go much further had he been pushed far enough, but then that’d be heart-breaking even for me. I imagine he’s mostly lost, instead of genuinely evil, so I give him some leeway to act out. Like a spoiling mother, I suppose. Kinda wish he had the opportunity of acting like himself, he’d treasure MC like no one, but oh well too late for apologies in his case. Also, last bit of fluff. It’s just sad after this one. So enjoy! Comments appreciated :) (Once again, "Ominis" in bold is Sebastian's Ominis).

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“Have you got in contact with Anne yet?” The confident voice of MC asked from the other side of the Undercroft, echoing through the room and Sebastian’s mind. No, of course he didn’t get in contact with Anne. He had no idea where she was. For a moment he considered rampaging through Feldcroft until he found her hiding place, but his anger changed directions when MC continued in a now anxious tone “Do you think Sebastian found her already?” Did they actually think he’d cause her any harm? He held back the desire to roll his eyes, instead taking the opportunity to reach out and hold their hand.

They were sitting in the Undercroft on a hastily conjured Persian rug and some pillows scattered around. Sebastian was working on a potions homework while MC read a book on herbology. They sat very close, something he had gotten used to fairly quickly. And he quite enjoyed. MC held his hand back, interlocking their fingers together. They sighed satisfied and Sebastian held back a not-very-Omininly smirk.

“I doubt Sebastian would go see Anne without a cure in hands, that would be unwise of him. And only a couple of weeks have passed since he left, not enough time for a man on the run to have furthered his research sufficiently.” He brushed off MC’s anxious thought, with a slight frown on his semblance.

Sebastian failed to notice a brow rise on MC’s face. Surely, his lack of cure wouldn’t stop him on visiting his sister. Even if in secret, without actually interacting with her. They thought but did not say anything. Sometimes they had the feeling Ominis knew too much of Sebastian yet pretended to not know enough. A feeling that only appeared after his time in captivity. Although MC did not want to doubt Ominis, they couldn’t shake the feeling that if they had doubted everything a bit more before, they would’ve been able to realize Ominis was being held captive by Sebastian much earlier.

Sebastian squeezed their hand bringing them back into the present and MC felt their face heat up upon noticing his face had turned towards them, rather near their own. They had been much closer than before, but Ominis was very proper. Perhaps a real gentleman. Stealing touches in private, such as this, but maintaining a very friend-like stance in their daily routine. MC couldn't, however, stop wishing more. They had confessed and Ominis had accepted their feelings, but nothing more was spoken about their relationship. Had it evolved? Was what they shared more than friendliness? Could they expect more kisses?

Although Sebastian could tell MC’s eagerness, in the way they would lean towards him when walking the corridors, hands almost touching, or when they would give him anything deliberately allowing their fingers to touch for a moment longer, he couldn’t bring himself to push his manipulation further. No, not manipulation, guidance. Ominis’ words from their last meaningful interaction still haunted him. And he was having a hard time trying to figure out why. He always knew, from that duel at DADA, that he found MC interesting. He even got into trouble with Madam Scribner that one time because he had a crush on them. But wasn’t that it? A crush? He knew he cared for them as a bestfriend, just as much as he cared for Ominis, maybe as much as Anne. But, seducing them was the line he was unwilling to cross?

After the many boundaries he had disregarded, that one was out of question? Or perhaps was he delaying doing so for a more important moment? If that was the case, he had to start working towards it soon because Ominis was peculiar compared to him. He was patient, caring and strived for a slow burn. Sebastian, however, knew he was himself very different. He was passionate and eager; he couldn’t care less about taking things slow. And if he could actually have MC all to himself, he wondered if he’d get lost in them. How much he’d adore them if only they’d allow him. He knew, anyway, that whatever form he decided to move forward with this, he’d likely hurt MC forever. One vile act of unwillingly taking them and betraying their trust.

He wondered if having them in love with him would make it for an easy way to cure Anne. How worth the hurt it could be. His mind quickly remembered that day in the pensive, watching the memories of another ancient magic user, Isidora. One who’s portrait was broken and who’s fate MC’s beloved keepers decided. Her power taking away her father’s pain and the potential it had to take away Anne’s curse. Perhaps MC could be the answer he was avoiding all this time. An answer hidden by his search of the dark arts and his foolish crush. His desire to protect them. Sebastian realized he didn’t have to do so anymore. They had betrayed him as well. Just as he stopped caring for Ominis, he could stop caring for MC. At least enough to cross that line. A necessary evil on his quest to find a cure for his sister. For Anne. They only had him left while MC had Ominis and the many friends they did during this year. They would survive the hurt.

Sebastian squeezed MC’s hand again, gaining their attention and smiled. “Actually, there is something else I needed to talk to you about…”, MC nodded and hummed in agreement, listening attentively as Ominisfrowned still up close. “I have thought about what we shared that day here and… In reality, I am concerned.”, MC stared at him confused. Sebastian knew this was a risk, but no one knew Ominis better than him and this is roughly how he would go about this. “My family is awful; they would be certainly against any sort of relationship between us. Even more so a romantic one… hence I am hesitant about starting it with you, however I meant what I said. I– I want to express to you how much I cherish you. It torments me how I cannot– my inability to properly show you the strength of my feelings–”

“Ominis.” MC interrupted him. Their voice barely a whisper, surprising Sebastian in his emotional monologue, making him move away slightly. “I don’t want you to worry when you’re around me. Not about your feelings nor your family. There’s no need to perfectly show me anything. I– I want you to enjoy our time together just as much as I do. You make me feel so safe and comfortable, I just want you to be able to feel somewhat the same when you’re with me. Not be concerned.” They sighed, their voice losing their strength. “I’m sorry if my confession made things complicated.”

“No. It’s not complicated.” Sebastian responded satisfied with where this conversation was going. “I have feelings for you, there is no question about that. As well as I want to be with you.”

“Really?” He could hear the brightness return to their voice, Sebastian was sure their eyes were sparkling, and they had a stupid smile in their face.

“Really. But I wonder if I am enough.” MC made a confused sort of snort. “I was not enough to help Sebastian in his pursuit. I failed my bestfriend. What is it to tell me I won’t fail the person I like?” Sebastian made sure to put his own bitterness in his sob speech, a bitterness that MC heard very loudly. They reached out to Ominis in a second, not even stopping to observe his severe expression. Sebastian almost lost his breath as they enveloped him in a tight embrace, arms around his waist and face burrowing into his shoulder. He felt MC exhale onto him and squeeze before mumbling in a choky voice.

“You are enough. You were always enough.” Sebastian couldn’t help but feel his own chest tighten and embraced MC back. He waited for anything else they could say that would sound remotely comforting. For him, not his portrayal of Ominis. He almost felt as if he wasn’t alone anymore. Waiting was a mistake. “Sebastian simply wanted more than anyone could give. He was selfish. Selfish and reckless. What started as goodwill and kindness quickly spiralled into ruthlessness and imprudence. He would’ve gotten you killed had you followed him.”

Sebastian squeezed MC into his embrace. They took that physicality as Ominis accepting and understanding their words. But his thoughts were lost, reflecting an enraged mind. Any regret he might have felt in the future for hurting MC had already vanished. They continued disappointing him. He felt corrected. His choice of using MC for their ancient magic was the right one. To betray them as they had betrayed him was nothing but reckoning. He'd tempt them. And he would make sure they would have no way of denying him. He hummed in response.

“You’re right, MC. I should not let Sebastian’s mistakes allow me to doubt myself, to rob us of a future. Nor Anne.”

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Any guilt Sebastian might have felt didn’t exist anymore. If anything, he was determined to make MC submit to him. Whether he wanted to prove a point to Ominis or get Anne’s location, didn’t matter. He would achieve these goals as well eventually, yet seducing MC was a retribution of his own. But it was going to take time, one he would savour. He was likely going to enjoy it too. He was careful to approach them slowly, first with his words – Ominis was a man of eloquence afterall – so as to not spook MC.

He would slip petnames onto daily phrases. Darling, love, my dear. “Could you be so kind as to pass me the ink, love?”; “Did you take notes for History of Magic, my dear?”; “Good morning, darling, did you have breakfast yet?”. To each and every one of these, MC would have a more interesting reaction. Gasps, sighs and – Sebastian could only imagine – blushes. Even when it was obvious that he would slip them into his speech next, they would be surprised. Oh, and when he would purposedly leave them out, MC would also illicit intriguing responses. Scoffs, sharp exhales, and the restless tap of fingers. MC was very easy to provoke and to understand. They were slowly growing impatient, Sebastian had noticed. Their physical flirting had gradually left the Undercroft and appeared in class sometimes, as provocation.

It was his turn, however. So, Sebastian would lightly scold MC. Which in turn turned out to be amusing on its own. For some reason, MC didn’t seem to mind. Every provocation being met with a scold, was repeated not much later. It went something as hands brushing against each other and MC holding his pinky finger with their own on top of the desk during a lecture, to which he’d respond by leaning towards them, tilting his face near theirs just close enough they would be the only one capable of hearing, and whispering something of the sort “Don’t you think the Undercroft is more appropriate? Right now, I am trying to pay attention, my beloved.” And MC would respond with either a giggle, a slight chuckle, or a harsh exhale, promptly letting go of his hand just to grab it again a few minutes later. Upon his new discovery, Sebastian allowed himself to be bolder.

Still respecting the private guy persona Ominis exuded, he started touching MC furtively. The knees in contact were a constant of theirs. During breakfast, class or even just sitting around in the Undercroft. He would casually ask them to guide him through the castle by his hand, as an innocent excuse to hold theirs – something they would always giggle to, but never deny him – and would interlock their fingers. He would ask more often for help with grabbing things, reaching things, and touching things so MC’s hands would rest upon his for a longer time. Time or another he would scan his surroundings with his wand, making sure all were distracted, to grab and squeeze their knee. When Sebastian was feeling especially bolder, he would squeeze their thigh. To which MC would jump slightly in their seat. They even once scared Natty during a study session in the library. Sebastian did his best to hold down a laughter.

Yet one would think Sebastian would have made any moves on MC while on the Undercroft. But he didn’t. He purposedly made sure to keep in there the same atmosphere as outside, taunting MC. He had tasted – quite literally – what tension could do to them, so he was awaiting with anticipation to when they would pounce once again. He kept everything as chaste as he did in public. The least tamed act was the thigh squeezes that tended to become more often as MC would misbehave more frequently – likely on purpose. He would allow himself to be more verbally flirty, complimenting MC often and almost absent-mindedly than before the confession. Except the tone would remain the same as if they were in public. He knew he was driving them mad. That was the intention.

And, oh Merlin, was he having fun. All the time and energy he was spending, slowly provoking MC, was definitely not his method of choice, but certainly a fun one to pursue. And it was rewarded handsomely that Friday. Sebastian had had a most satisfying day of flirting with MC but needed to cut it short because they’d promised to study with Natty – he had been banned for the thigh incident, although Natty didn’t seem to have noticed. Apparently, MC and him getting closer was expected by everyone since Sebastian’s miserable attempt in keeping Ominis captive.

Sebastian left his room to feed Ominis and when he returned MC was sitting in his bed, waiting for him. It’s a king single bed, clean linen with an emerald duvet folded neatly on top. With two pillows looking soft and inviting. It has a canopy with matching emerald drapes, tied around the foot of the bed. The room has three beds arranged in a triangle, with the opposite side of the top bed having the students’ luggage and pets resting. Sebastian’s things were no longer there, just Ominis’. Each bed has their own drawer and writing desk, on each side of them. They're all made of the finest wood, adorned in silver and green details. The ceiling is very similar to that of a gothic cathedral, in stone and gargoyles, but much closer so that one could reach it upon standing on the bed's canopy if they so wished. The walls had forest green wallpapers, with branches and leaves in velvet, complementing the motif of the room.

“Ominis.” They called, a smile coming through their voice as soon as he crossed the heavy door. Sebastian smiled sincerely happy.

“What do I owe you the pleasure of this surprise?” He barely kept his Sebastianess at bay. He didn’t see MC’s arched brows in a confused, but amused stare.

“I finished the study session and… thought you could use the notes.” They shrugged approaching Sebastian. MC reached out and held his hand passing some parchment to him. He nodded in thanks. “I also wanted to see you.” They admitted still holding his hand. He smirked back.

“I’m glad you did.” His free hand reached up, searching for their face. His index finger touched their cheek lightly, his middle finger their jaw and his thumb their lips. He pressed slightly stronger when he noticed the placement and caressed their bottom lip. “I have been thinking about you too.” He felt MC smile against his hand.

“Not as much as me. I think about you all the time. It’s almost exhausting– ” MC complained still smiling. Sebastian smiled back.

“It’s not a competition.”

“ –and not enough.” They continued as if they hadn’t heard him. He frowned, tilting his head slightly downwards as if to hear them better. “I can’t get enough of you.” Oh, wasn’t he a lucky boy.

In just a couple of weeks he had made MC fall head over heels for his bestfriend, in just the right way he wanted. They were under his thumb, completely submitted. Victory was his. He just needed to convince them to use their ancient magic on Anne. To save her. But Sebastian couldn’t even start talking again, monologuing a guilt trip to bring them to his side. Simply because their lips crashed into his without previous warning. Or rather, he supposed I can’t get enough of you is a fair warning.

MC’s lips flattened with the strength which they pressed against Sebastian’s, their hands reaching out to his chest and fervently searching for something to grab onto. They held onto his robes’ front hem, furiously pulling him closer, with an urgency that would have driven anyone to the edge. The parchment fell from Sebastian’s hand. He could only widen his eyes in response, disoriented. Then their lips moved. Teeth knocking, breath hitching, and a caught moan was heard from MC.

Sebastian finally realized what was happening and his hands started to move. Down their face to the length of their neck, thumb resting on their jaw. He could feel MC’s pulse mimicking the speed of his. His other hand raised to their side, grabbing their waist, and pulling them closer before dropping to their hips to keep them there. MC’s hands left Ominis’ robes, rising to his neck where one of them knitted their fingers in his short hairs, slightly tugging at them. A groan in response could be heard from Sebastian in Ominis’ voice and their bodies were so close one would think they’d been glued together.

Sebastian gasped for air, not realizing how excitedly he’d been kissing them. MC took the opportunity to reach out to his neck with their mouth, leaving open-mouthed kisses from his collarbone to behind his ear, to then leave a couple of marks under his chin and a bite on his neck which received a very low groan in approval from Sebastian. He didn’t need to ask, and their mouths were together again, this time Sebastian was ready.

Their lips kissed and tugged, biting and sucking in hunger. Something MC would later consider very un-Ominis-like. But then and there, touching Ominis was all they could think about. And Sebastian was not far off. Enthralled on the thought of having MC, he licked their bottom lip in a suggestion for deeper contact while pressing them closer to him, rubbing their front against his. With a soft gasp, MC parted their lips wide enough to allow for Sebastian’s kiss, loosening their grip on him enough to instead melt into his arms. Sebastian hand moved from their hips to their lower back grabbing and tugging at their robes, quietly wishing he could take them off. His other hand moved to the back of their neck, his turn to tug on some hairs.

MC moaned into Ominis’ lips, their hand falling from his neck to grab onto his tie, quickly undoing it. They tossed it aside with a chuckle of approval from Sebastian. MC’s hands travelled to Ominis’ robes, unbuttoning them and, with a murmur, helping him get out of them. Their hands sliding the robes off Ominis’ shoulders as one of his hands still held onto MC. They broke the kiss long enough for Sebastian to drop the robes onto the floor and push MC further into the room towards one of the beds. Their lips promptly found each other again, tongues incessantly tasting one another. MC couldn’t help but moan against Sebastian. His hands quickly returning to their waist, travelling through their torso, up to their tie. Sebastian undid it swiftly and tossed it over his shoulder.

He turned them around and walked backwards, groaning as he felt MC sneaking hand over his trousers. His calves hit the bed and he sat down, bringing MC with him to sit on his lap facing him. Sebastian quickly felt for the button of their robes and unlatched them, hearing them slump loudly onto the floor. Their hands promptly found Sebastian again, resting on the back of his neck. The kiss stopped for a moment, and he could feel MC’s gaze on him. Were they admiring him? The mess they made him? He wondered how he looked like.

His chestnut hair all messy, even more than it usually was. His plump lips even more plump and swollen from the rough biting and sucking. He even wondered if his neck freckles were adorned by hickeys and bites. He smiled to himself, satisfied for leaving MC speechless with his appearance and leaned up towards them. He found their chin and kissed their jaw towards their ear, grabbing onto their waist, and starting to work on their neck. Then MC called out to him in a shocked whimper, making him remember that he wasn’t snogging them as Sebastian.

“Ominis…”MC called out tentatively, their voice barely a whisper surrounded by uncertainty. They gulped loudly. The sound almost getting lost between their breathless breathing. “We’re– We’re on Sebastian’s…” Sebastian realized in an almost panic that he had dragged them to his bed, not Ominis’. He felt a chill run down his spine. Ominis’ would never make such mistake. He wasn’t sure how to evade this, so he heard himself start rambling.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize…” He unlatched from their neck, gasping for breath, looking around alarmed.

“It’s okay.” MC calmed him down, moving their hands from behind his neck, buried in his hair, to his shoulders then to his chest. They moved uncomfortably although their voice sounded confident, suddenly very aware they were snogging sitting on Ominis’ lap on top of Sebastian’s bed.

“I couldn’t possibly be a worst friend…” MC froze in his arms, unsure of what they were hearing. He hesitated before exhaling shakily. “I doubted Sebastian all throughout his search, sceptical about a cure.” MC felt Ominis shake slightly under their hands, starting to spiral. “I discouraged him when I should have supported him, I even dismissed him sometimes. Merlin, did I ever sound such as Solomon did?” He wondered. His eyes slightly widened staring up at MC, Sebastian remembering some instances Ominis scoffed at his pleas for assistance.

“Ominis…” MC called out in a soft voice dreading what sort of fears would spill out of his mouth. “You didn’t. If anything, you sounded as a worried friend.” They tried to sound confident while reaching up towards his face, their hand travelling through his neck to his jaw and cupping his cheek. He frowned in pain and continued.

“I thought his search was just something to keep him busy, I didn’t think he’d go far… so far as to dabble in the dark arts. I should have predicted his obsession would tire me out enough to bend to his will. To show him the Scriptorium. To further his research, I’m sure he practiced in secret…” His breath hitched, his voice trembling as his eyes welled with tears. MC kept their voice steady and strong when they muttered a “It’s not your fault”, sounding confident, for his sake. But their breath was also shaky, betraying their spirit. They hoped Ominis didn’t notice as they felt their own expression paint a worried look.

“I couldn’t quench his anger towards his uncle, and it spiralled out of control. I couldn't stop Sebastian from killing him…” Sebastian closed his eyes tight and felt MC pull his face towards their chest while muttering “It’s not your fault” again. They held him there, their other hand moving from his chest to his shoulder then lowering to his back. MC rubbed large circles softly but constantly, embracing him so sweetly Sebastian almost felt all the pain from Anne’s curse, Solomon’s death, Ominis’ and their betrayal float away. A distant memory.

He allowed himself to savour the embrace and wrapped his arms around them, finding their back with his hands. He grabbed at their shirt, almost as if grabbing at her soothing words. “It’s not your fault” was heard again. Then he continued. “I am weak. Weak for allowing Anne to get hurt. For allowing Solomon to hinder a cure to be found. For failing to find a cure myself…” Sebastian mixed his own feelings with the ones he was supposed to paint for Ominis, sounding almost angry. “For not stopping Sebastian… Could I have stopped Sebastian?” He asked, in a whine, sure of his friend’s inability to end his own search but wanting to act just right.

“No.” MC confirmed. A confidence in their steady tone. “I don’t think anyone would have been able to stop him. Sebastian was blinded by the dark arts, corrupted. Certain it was the only way to save Anne. It didn’t matter what we wanted; not even what Anne wanted. I doubted he knew what he wanted himself. Simply that he had a selfish need to cure Anne. And I think he’s likely still stuck in that state, acting reckless out of desperation. It’s not your fault. I don’t think it’s even his. But our choices have consequences. And his have far more painful ones than any of us could’ve imagined. You tried to help him make better ones, but you’re not Sebastian. You can’t choose for him.”

Sebastian trembled in their arms. He was Sebastian. But, even if he made a different choice now, it was too late. His path was already taken, and his friend’s ones were as well. They had already chosen to betray him. He remembered his previous thoughts in his first day acting upon his madness. That his friends saw him as a monster. Deep down, he had doubted that. And perhaps hearing MC talk he could see they pitied him over hating him. Sebastian couldn’t decide if this was worse. But the anger in his chest continued to boil in the same temperature. He continued trembling and MC wondered if he was crying.

“I must look pathetic. Dishevelled in your arms, tormented by guilt over my awful efforts at being a good friend. Even worse, your lover.” He complained looking down, with his forehead buried in MC’s chest. His voice a thin lament.

"It doesn't matter to me if you're a little broken, it never did. If anything, this whole ordeal broke me too. Now, we need to gather the pieces. Together. I'd like to do this together with you. You're not pathetic, you're strong. The strongest I know. And if you need me to remind you of that I will. Your efforts are enough, Ominis.” But this isn't like you, she thought. "And I will love you here too, when think you have failed, but all you did was try your best." He was satisfied with that answer, MC’s declaration very loud and clear to Sebastian.

He pushed back slightly, with a shaky breath. His hands were hurting from grabbing at their shirt too tight and he felt cold from separating from them. He got far away from them enough to look towards their direction with his brow furrowed and his lips tight in contemplation. He relaxed for a second, his unseen eyes looking for their seeing ones, and a hint of panic had settled on his expression before he asked for a last confirmation of support. “You’ll still love me through it all, right?”. Sebastian asked feigning restlessness and lack of confidence, trying to ascertain his power over MC even if he had made a mistake. One that would not destroy his plan, he was confident, but which speech might have fed the seed of doubt in MC.

To that question MC did not hesitate to confidently agree “Yes.” He smiled, his confidence returning to his face, his shoulders rising high in a deep breath. But they looked in his face for any remains of all that pain that had already vanished, in MC’s opinion, too fast. They had realized the trembling in their arms were not tears although Ominis’ eyes were once filled with them. Their confidence slipped away. Doubts roaming around once again.Ominis wasn’t that weak minded.

Sebastian’s absence would have weighted terribly on him, but he was always a very strong person. Being raised by a terrible family, worrying about some foolish pranksters throughout his years at Hogwarts since he was a kid, even getting used to his bestfriend disregarding his deepest fears. Dealing with the worst kind of abuse from those closest to him had to have made him tougher. If anything, it wasn’t Ominis who dismissed Sebastian’s concerns, but Sebastian’s who dismissed his. The self-pity had to have a limit. Because if MC admired something about Ominis was his pride, that could hurt like a knife, just as it did on the first day they met, but could also inspire trust, as it did all these days looking after Sebastian together.

He simply didn’t sound like him at all. But the pained look on his face, the face they admired for so many months in stollen glances, pushed their doubts away. Only long enough for MC to nod in agreement, holding his hand now cupping their face and kissing its wrist. They closed their eyes and heard Ominis completely relax, his breath exhaling shakily. And in the silence between them MC’s thoughts got loud again. They quickly propped a soft chaste kiss on Ominis’ lips, with their eyes open watching his reaction. He smiled satisfied and a sinking feeling churned in MC’s stomach. They got up, grabbed their robes in a haste and left the room, not able to shake off the now familiar notion that something was very wrong.

--

Sebastian went to visit Ominis with a smile plastered on his face. He had proof MC was enamorated with him. A proof that he hoped would drive Ominis mad if his loneliness hadn’t done so already. Sebastian had been busy focused on alluring MC that he did not have any meaningful interaction with Ominis in weeks. He was always around them, every minute of every day trying to make the most of the time he had as his plan was yet to be exposed. Although, in all honesty, he was likely simply enjoying himself. He’d come around only to drop his food and stayed to hear one or two snarky remarks to satisfy his friends’ social interaction need. And that was it. He would then leave hastily to re-join MC. That was probably not enough for Ominis.

And if he could see, he’d notice it much faster. Ominis’ eyebags were impressive as his nights were terrifying. Sounds that weren’t there tormented his ears, the screams of the family the Gaunts forced torture upon would melt into the scream of MC in the Scriptorium. Sometimes he could hear whispers even when awake, judging his inability to escape the situation he was on. Marvolo snickering. His father sighs. Sebastian’s dark chuckles. He’d renounce that sense as well by dipping into the bath, diving, and hearing nothingness underwater. Sometimes for such a long time he felt his fingertips like raisings.

So, it wasn’t surprising when he stopped responding right away when Sebastian called out to him without much care. That evening (?) was the same. Ominis sat on the bed, facing the wall in front. His posture upright and stiff, a shadow of his years as a Gaunt. He heard the door open but didn’t believe his ears, unmoving. He also didn't react when Sebastian called.

“Here.” Sebastian said, tossing the tie towards Ominis general location.

Ominis frowned feeling a piece of cloth hit his shoulder, waking him up to reality. He rolled his eyes, touching his bed to find the cloth. “How many times have I told you not to throw anything towards the blind–” He stopped himself upon grabbing the cloth and realizing he was holding a tie. His scold died down into a confused scowl. “A tie?”

“Their tie.” Was all Sebastian said, confidently, as if they were sharing an inside joke. Ominis chuckled.

“And?”

“Do you not believe me? Smell it. I’m sure it still got their scent.” He provoked, a smirk in his voice. Ominis didn’t have to smell it to know it was MC’s, their scent was strong enough for him to feel it without actively seeking it out. It was rather memorable for him. Sea salt, chocolate, and the distinctive smell of soap. He just wasn’t sure why he was holding MC’s tie.

“What is this for?”

“How do you think I got this? Do I have to spell it for you?” Sebastian retorted with a sigh, starting to lose his delicate patience. Ominis frowned, deep in thought. Then he stood up in a flash. Sebastian heard the springs of the bed and laughed out loud. “That’s it. They were kind enough to let me take it out of their delicious neck.” He provoked. Ominis tried to approach, but Sebastian reached out with his wand towards him. He had to stop at the feeling of his own wand poking his chest. It couldn’t kill him but could definitely hurt.

“What did you do to them?” Rage was palpable in his voice, his knuckles white while holding tight around MC’s tie.

“Showed them a good time.” Sebastian smirked. Ominis responded with a ferocious sound, almost a growl. Sebastian found it amusing, entertained by his former friend’s anger. “Alright, alright. Settle down.” He asked amidst laughter. Ominis obeyed, breathing heavy. He retreated backwards towards his bed until he was sitting upright, stiff once again. “It was just some snogging–”

“With my face?!” Ominis interrupted, outraged. Sebastian chuckled once more.

“Obviously. Or did you forget you pushed me to run away, bestie?” He asked dripping sarcasm.

“You’re lying to them. You’re betraying their trust!”

“And I’m willing to do worse.” He threatened suddenly tired of getting scolded by his self-righteous former friend. He rolled his eyes at Ominis’ silence, a well-known desire to explain himself slipped out. “You both betrayed me first. It’s your fault. You forced my hand.” Ominis scoffed. Sebastian regretted saying anything.

“Where’s Anne?”

Ominis tightened his lips in a fine line. He debated whether telling Sebastian would make him stop any kind of manipulation he might be doing with MC, but he couldn’t be sure. He wasn’t sure either if he was stable enough to see Anne.

“Merlin! What is it with you both, thinking I will harm my own sister?” Sebastian asked to no one really, the frustration getting the better of him. Ominis wondered if both meant MC as well. “All I want is to cure her! Argh.” He screamed. Ominis remained impassive, without moving a muscle. Then he spoke calmly.

“What are you going to do to Anne?”

“Cure her.” Sebastian responded in a growl. So certain as if he had already found a cure. Ominis relaxed his face before frowning again.

“I’ll tell you where Anne is. But you need to know that whatever you do, including curing her, will end in her hating you.” Ominis stated candidly.

Sebastian frowned, anger rising. “You don’t know what you are talking about.”

“I do. You’ve already done too much that can’t be forgiven easily. You’ve already lost me, you’re about to lose MC and I’m sure you’ll lose Anne too. This is the path you’ve chosen.” Ominis responded with certainty. The calmness in his voice bubbled something inside Sebastian’s chest.

He approached Ominis and reached out to him. Ominis did not move, sensing himself a prey under the watchful stance of his predator. Sebastian hand found his face, his index finger on his protruding cheekbones. His fingers were cold to Ominis’ cheek. He chuckled darkly, raising his hand, and slapping him. Hard. The sound echoing through the room. Ominis’ face turned harshly with the impact. “Where’s Anne?”. Sebastian asked as if nothing had happened. Ominis didn’t move to face him again, his voice sounding distant.

“She’s staying with Mr. Ndiaye and his twin daughters.” If Sebastian heard tears in his voice he completely ignored it, finally letting go of their friendship. Perhaps at the same time Ominis did. Any painful stab at his heart upon seeing Ominis in his tiny room stopped meaning anything to him. And any apologies Sebastian could utter would carry no more meaning to Ominis.

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[farmerjames]

hi its me again ^^; requesting for a romantic matchup (bachelors only pls. gender neutral with he/him prns as well)

im an introvert, usually very quiet and calm and rather hard to provoke at times. i'm easily irritated and lack patience with people who don't really think things through (though i grow warm over time as i grow tolerant in SOME cases). im very loyal and reliable as told by my friends and act similarly to a nagging aunt of sorts?? i'm rational and rather stubborn in the things i do but i relent depending on the severity of things. im also quite petty in certain cases.

i've been told it's easy to be around myself as a person, and people are really comfortable to be themselves in my presence. generally, i'm very blunt since i don't know how to phrase my words any better and some people (& even friends) at times, take the things that i say the wrong way without meaning to. it sometimes comes of as rude and insensitive. i tend to get along with most people as long as they deal with the same mutual respect back. im also terribly sassy at times and rather petty.

i'm rather sarcastic and tend to tease a lot out of the fun of it. it's really easy to get me flustered, especially with flirts because the first thing i'd do is laugh and try to get out of there as soon as possible 😭 i think use both my words and actions equally since i (usually) follow up with what i say. i have tendencies to be a people watcher and observe people going about their day.

i wouldn't really consider myself the most passionate or enthusiastic person either but i really enjoy listening to those who have one. really makes me happy to see people enjoy the things they do. in a sense, i like when people have the things that i lack (energy, passion etc) i just love seeing it A TON. at times, i also have trouble in wording the things that i want to say so it ends up falling flat at times. so i wouldnt say im the most persuasive person either. i tell corny jokes and i rarely give in compliments unless i think its worth it.

appearance wise, i'm about 5'4 and on the chubbier side of things. i have brown skin, really dark brown eyes and 4B black hair. i have small hands and lots of moles on my body but specifically i have 1 on each cheek. as for interests im really into anything that interests me since i get bored easily. most things that catch my attention are typology, videogames, music and gardening. im also learning to play the bass guitar as well. hope that you have a good night/day!

!! SAM !!

INTROVERSION AND STUBBORN

- Being an Introvert has attracted Sam to you, alongside your bold flare of stubborn traits. It’s drawn him in with an eagerness to know just what makes you tick. To be on of those few that you know you can go to for anything, and to be special to you.

- Your haste paths to irritation strikes something in him, living for those moments where he gets to see you snap. Scolding those that have caused you bitter taste in moments.

BLUNT AND SASS

- Your blunt tendencies have him infatuated, whether it’s directed towards himself or others, the way you don’t seem to realize the tone you may hold is something he’s come to understand and admire. You speak the truth, and you don’t bother tiptoeing facts even if you don’t mean to appear so harsh.

- Not to mention your sass, sarcastic comments and petty behaviours having him head over heels. Quite the friendly boy himself, he’s happy to see someone so.. contrasting to himself. You’re just so.. amazing, acting so bold and confident to the public, but Sam knows better.

FLIRT AND TIMID

- While you may deem yourself quite the joking flirt, the moment tables turn is one that has him coming back. You just grow so flustered and timid with any compliment spared from him, and it’s made it his goal.

- He loves the way you watch others, with such curiosity. It’s charming to see you so engaged with the lives of others, but Sam wouldn’t mind having your focus solely on himself from time to time..

CALM AND PASSIONATE

- Your intrigue in others is perfect for Sam. He’s always wanted an audience of his own, someone so dedicated in his own passion for music.

- Your calmness and, often times, silent behaviour don’t bother him at all. He’ll do the talking for the both of you, he just asks that you’re there to listen and sit with him, he doesn’t exactly have anyone else to do so.

MUSIC AND GAMES

- He’s not new to either, and he’s more than happy to help you learn to play guitar. Maybe you two could have a private little band.

- Your music tastes will definitely begin to blend as well, maybe they’re similar, or maybe they contrast, but it’s clear that there’s a mixture of taste that neither of you care to address, but both love.

- Besides, on the calmer days Sam wouldn’t mind laying back and playing some games with you. Nor does he mind watching, or having you watch him. As long as the two of you are together, he’s absolutely joyful.

APPEARANCE

- Sam obsesses over the height difference, he loves the opportunities to be big spoon. To just hold you all nice in his arms on those quiet days.

- I think that while he loves your hair, he wouldn’t understand the care behind it. But he’s happy to learn anything he needs to in order to help you!

- And your most prominent moles are most definitely his favourite place for casual kisses, one on each cheek, just perfect placement for his love.

Hope this is up to your pleasing!! Have a good one!

[truly-morgan]

[Mob want to be choked by Reigen (18+)]

MobRei | Mob Psycho 100 25-05-2023

[#mobrei, breath play, 1933, top-sub mob (if you squint)]

"You want me to do WHAT?" Reigen had asked, nearly dropping the mug he was holding, turning back to Mob. Surely, he couldn't have heard him correctly.

"I want shisho to choke me the next time we have sex" Mob replied, sounding as if it was the most normal thing to ask in the universe.

His lover had come to him with more than one request that had surprised Reigen, but it was usually more because he hadn't expected the sudden suggestion than because he felt at an actual loss for words.

The idea of choking Mob made Reigen really uneasy. Sure they had done some things that were rougher than others, but it was never anything that could KILL Mob if it went too far.

Mob had likely guessed the image he had in mind, since he offered him a little smile.

"I can assure shisho that it isn't quite like what you are thinking about" he stated, "it can be done safely".

Reigen still wasn't so sure about it, joining him on the couch. "Where does this suddenly come from anyway?"

"When I started touching myself I would often hold my breath to keep quiet and not be heard from Ritsu's room, and I slowly realised that I quite liked it when I would hold it for a while" Mob explained, "I was wondering it would be like if someone else caused it and how it would be like when I have sex with you" he then added.

Sometimes Reigen wondered if one day he would stop being surprised by some part of Mob he somehow didn't know about already. He sure had not known about this, nor had noticed it if he ever did it while they were doing stuff.

He still wasn't too sure about it, after all, there was a big difference between Mob holding his breath alone and Reigen being the one to choke him. But seeing how Mob seemed really eager about it, Reigen couldn't help but lean towards the option a little bit.

"Are you sure it's fully safe?" he asked, which immediately had Mob explaining things to him.

Even with Mob's strangely detailed course over this kind of play, even showing him how to hold him so he wouldn't actually hurt him, Reigen did his research.

This wasn't like the usual new spicy thing they tried and he wanted to make sure he wouldn't mess up in any way. He search while he had time, lost in his thoughts at work (which nearly got him caught by Serizawa, which he wouldn't have been sure how to explain this when the men likely knew by now what kind of relationship he had with Mob).

It took some time for him to feel prepared enough, but he felt confident that he could fulfil Mob's wish, even more so with how happy he had looked when he came back to him about it.

They took things slower that night, even if Mob acted like an eager puppy who was finally receiving a treat (although fucking Reigen was likely always a treat).

Reigen ended up giving instructions for Mob to sit on the bed, Reigen straddling him. "No touching aside from my hips" he warned, having felt him try to keep teasing him some more. Instead, he found a strong and large hand on his hips, Mob listening to him fully.

"If you need me to let go tap me with your hand" Reigen asked, to which Mob obediently nodded, tapping him to show he understood the request, for it he received a kiss

Reigen was satisfied with that, still taking his time as he slowly started taking Mob inside of him. His hands were gently stroking his neck and throat at first, getting a feel of it at first.

He only started applying pressure after a while, trying to find a good balance between the way he move with Mob's trust and the way he was holding onto him. He couldn't help but still be a bit scared that he would hurt Mob if he wasn't careful enough.

He would play around with the pressure, letting up a little when he felt like it had been a little too long (despite Mob not tapping him). He could feel Mob trusting into him more desperately as he held longer, as if trying to reach something more with that lack of proper flow to his head.

Despite how fuzzy and not fully there Mob seemed to be he was still able to assault Reigen's pleasure point, not letting up.

The more pleasure built up in Reigen, the more conscious he felt of the tight grip he had on Mob.

He could feel Mob's heartbeat through his hand, his hard attempt at breathing properly, the way his adam's apple bobbed.

When Mob came he kept moving, movement desperate, as if wanting to get Reigen off despite how lost he looked. Reigen was really not that far behind, hands letting go of his lover's throat when he did so, feeling himself unconsciously hold on more tightly.

He was coming down from his orgasm, listening as Mob was gasping for air, looking dizzy and somewhere else.

Reigen then gently pulled him closer into a hug, not moving from where he was still sitting in Mob's lap, having not even pulled out yet.

He was gently carding his hands through his hair, listening as he slowly regained a more regular and normal breathing. He knew Mob was slowly coming back to him as the thigh grip on his hips slowly moved to instead hug him back, Mob simply allowed to be hugged close to Reigen's chest.

"Are you okay?" Reigen asked after a while, letting go of the hug so he could tilt Mob's head towards him.

"Yes," Mob nodded, knowing Reigen would need a verbal answer if he could give one.

This made the older man smile, leaving a kiss on his forehead, "You did so good for me" he assured him, smiling at the way Mob hugged him closer once again.

"Thank you for doing this with me" Mob whispered against him.

"Anything for my precious Mobbu" Reigen chuckled, kissing him again.

Original

[audrinawf]

Whenever I keep a good mental diet and a good food diet I always get this incredible downloads from the universe. You could say it’s from God as well, if you believe in that. Some people believe it’s the Akashic records and I just like to call it source or universe.

Think of it like this, do you ever just have this incredible idea and you don’t know how you got it but you just write it down?

and then you get into this state of flow where you just keep getting lots and lots of ideas and it’s just flows out of you naturally and you’re not even sure how it happened?

That’s basically what I’ve been experiencing for the last two months. I’ve just had these incredible ideas that I’ve been writing down and then acting on them. And each idea that I’ve acted on, has successfully manifested, and turned out exactly how I wanted it to. And I believe that that is our super power.

I’ve studied this topic intensely for two months this phenomena happens every day to people. The best way I can explain it is just to look at writers and musicians and artists. Whenever you ask these people how they got the idea or how they wrote the book. They’re all gonna answer that it just came to them.

One of my favorite examples is of James Cameron, who created avatar, and he told us in one of his interviews that it just came to him in a dream, and he had to write it down. And sometimes source comes to you in a dream and sometimes it comes to you when you’re awake. I mean just look at the universe of Harry Potter. How the hell does a human come up with that? And you know that J. K. Rowling wrote that book all by herself as well.

All of these people have one thing in common and it’s that they’re plugged to source.

I mean, I think, we’ve witnessed that with you know, artist that go on live television, and you ask them to freestyle and they just come up with the most amazing thing on the spot - that’s because they’re always plugged in to source.

If you’ve been to a concert, you know that it’s a spiritual experience. That’s what it is. Its otherworldly. And I truly believe that every person on this earth is supposed to do something divine with their lives, and with their limited time on this earth.

But the scary thing about that is that we all have free well, so even though we’re on this earth with a greater purpose, we can still choose not to fulfill our dreams, because we have the freedom of choice. But let’s also acknowledge that the reason people choose not to chase their dreams, is cause of fear. It’s because of laziness. It’s because of lack of self-confidence, and the biggest reason is of course distraction.

And whenever I talk about this, I always go on a tangent, and I’m gonna try to keep this as clear and as concise as possible but the reason we’re so damn distracted is because they want us to be distracted.

Bit you see, if we all collectively utilized our powers, and we followed our intuition and fulfilled our dreams we would not be good consumers. And they need us to be good consumers, they need us to be constantly scrolling on social media and watching ads which makes them money which then makes us addicted to scrolling which then deplete our endorphins and the only way we know to fill the void is through consumption and online shopping.

And who are these people that want us to be stuck? It doesn’t matter I mean, it could be Illuminati, it could be big corporations it does not matter, but I think we all know by now, that 1% of the world owns 99% of the wealth, and they want to keep it like that. I mean there’s this whole discussion of how we should not even have billionaires how come there are people making $12 an hour and then there’s also billionaires in the same damn universe?how does that make sense? And well that’s a completely different topic which I’m not gonna get into more than I already have. But I think we all know it’s relevant. Bottom line is that it’s not right.

At the cost of our entire lives just passing by. And while I can’t change the whole world and save everyone. I know that the people who are meant to see this will.

[packlesshybrid]

Theo shook his head in amusement to Liam's comment and then glanced at his phone again when he responded. "Well, if this is what I get from you, then why wouldn't I do it? I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm very attracted to a sexy stud being manly and confident, but sometimes I want to see that same stud blush." He told him before looking at him again, which brought a smirk to his face as he instantly notice him blushing. He didn't mind Liam knowing that he thought that he was a stud. At least in the looks department. How Liam acted though, not so much. That part the hybrid rather keep to himself to not cause issues between them.

Theo shrugged before answering his question. "That's up to you. Although if you're asking if you should ask a certain question, then there's at least a part of you that's curious about it." He pointed out. When he finally got his own question answered, Theo began playing the song he had readied for this. He didn't have the volume of his phone on that high since it wasn't really necessary. "Kind of. Basically you use what you do got to make up for a lack of dance skills. Eye contact works quite well if you know how to use your eyes for seduction purposes, and how you move does has to be done in a particular way. For instance, how I move is usually used to highlight the best features of my body." To show what he meant, the hybrid turned his back towards Liam and bent down while arching his back. He then completed a full body roll as he came back up.

"Same for what I wear by the way, though with clothes eventually coming off..." He paused as he turned back around to face him. Theo then tease taking off his shirt, lifting the front of it up to just below his nipples before letting go of it so that the shirt was fully covering his torso again. "You obviously can't rely on that the entire time you're performing."

"Of course you do…otherwise you wouldn’t be teasing me this much.” He rolled his eyes at that despite that he was showing again that adorable side Theo love with his blush. He was only like this with guys like Theo…then again he has only met one guy like Theo. Scott wasn’t like this…unless when they were having sex. Milo wasn’t like this either despite that Milo was quite an assertive and dominant too, but not a flirt. It was just a little frustrating.

When Theo mentioned the other aspect of the job, he grew a little nervous. He hoped he didn’t have to do any of those when he tried it out. He wanted to prove Scott he was fine with the job. “Should I ask what other services?” He asked, unsure of he wanted to know in the first place. He then went back to reality when Theo asked again. “Hm…I don’t know, eye contact? Moving in a sexy way?”

[destinywillowleaf]

alright, this is one HELL of a shot in the dark, but...

I'm trying to find the origin fic of this song. "Too Big For Us" was a song that was included at the end of a Voltron Legendary Defender fic and I cannot for the life of me find the story.

There is every chance that this fic was deleted.

From what I remember, it was a Lance-centric 5+1 about him being the one to act as support for the others (and then the team supporting him in turn). I'm 99% sure it was on FFN since I didn't really start reading fics on AO3 until 2019-ish. The song might've been something put in an author's note as a broken up YouTube link thanks to no outside links allowed on FFN. (It... COULD have been Hunk as the focus character? but I'm pretty sure it was Lance. I've been telling myself it was Lance as the focus at least. god if it ends up being hunk and ) There weren't any ships as far as I remember either.

The file says it was modified on February 19th, 2017, which I assume is the day I downloaded it or the day it was published, seeing as the listed "creation" date is in March 2022 and I know I've had it for longer than that. If I'm remembering things right, it was posted as part of the last chapter of the fic, because it was a multichapter (I'm... slightly less confident in the multichapter status but I'm pretty sure it was?)

The order characters are referenced in the song was also the order they were in each chapter... but I have no idea which section Pidge is supposed to be @~@ part of me says I was annoyed/confused about the lack of a Pidge section the first time around too but it's been like 6 years so idk how much of that thought I actually believe. Otherwise, I think the order is Hunk, Keith, Allura & Coran, Shiro, Lance, and Pidge was somewhere in the middle.

The lyrics, as best I can make them out, are under the cut. A few lines are covered up in just the wrong way by the piano chords so I'm sort of guessing with the words in the brackets. (The mixing really isn't the best but I have no room to complain since I'm not a musician of any variety)

Together we sit, as he relearns how to breathe His heart races with panic, deep set anxiety And demons fill his head as he fights off another's Ignore what still hurts as the light of hope is smothered

A boy in a bubble made of experience and fears A knife in hand and heart to protect him from tears Because bonds only seem to lead to pain Until someone can teach him to connect again

And in the end they'll come to me Cause everybody does And we'll fight together Cry together Wipe each other's eyes together In a war too big for us A war too big for us

A family in all but name, they say [stare??] comes in pairs A gentle touch is calming as a [??? braiding] hair When there is too much to do [without?] doing too much Go to him for support, drown their sorrow with a laugh

He's a fellow protector, with secrets to hide Whose fears and insecurities surface in the dead of night He's in need of help but doesn't want to burden That finds a companion, someone to confide in

And in the end they'll come to me Cause everybody does And we'll fight together Cry together Wipe each other's eyes together In a war too big for us A war too big for us

But sometimes your strength Could use some strength of their own, before it's too late Cause even the strongest of pillars Can crumble under the weight

But in the end they'll come to me Cause they know I need some love And we'll fight together Cry together Wipe each other's eyes together In a war too big for us A war too big for us

[gojogloomy]

SERENDIPITY - ch.3

— SYNOPSIS ; Hayakawa Aki was now at the mercy of the very thing he thought he had power over. Will the devil turn the tables on him, or will it show him remorse even after all he’s done?

CW ; more blood, cigarettes, light angst.

WC ; 2.5k

“The Medium”

Reluctant fondness

Even after having your home intruded on, being talked down to and restrained for the past hour - you knew Hayakawa Aki wasn't a bad person.

He tries to act like he is, likes he's mean, malicious and doesn't care for anything that isn't humane nor worth his time. But the truth is no matter what; he will always care somewhat and often times more about others than himself.

So when you lifted his once white undershirt up to try and get a look at the wound, you already predicted Hayakawa's protests.

"Don't touch me, Devil— What are you trying to do?" he roared, clearly feeling upset about the lack of control he has in this situation. Aki didn't like to feel at the mercy of others.

"I'm not trying to hurt you, I promise." you could now tell that the source of all this blood was a slice in his lower abdomen. The tear wasn't deep enough to die or bleed out immediately upon infliction but sharp enough to cause serious damage if left open and not stitched.

Was he really that confident his device would work or was he just refusing to receive help nor be seen vulnerable in front of a "devil"?

"I swear if... if y-you do anything to me I’ll—" he couldn't even get the words out due to the fit of coughing that overtook him straight afterwards.

Aki was making empty threats and he knew it. He was verging death and couldn't move an inch; but he refused to give up. He was sure that you'd use his body for food or to control as a mindless fiend.

"Have I done anything so far to disprove your trust? You may not want me to right now, but I don't want you to die so I'm going to help you."

You knew he wouldn't cooperate easy, and by the time you would have convinced him via word - Hayakawa would've already been limp. Going against his own wishes was the only way.

It was awkward and a little difficult considering your hands were still tightly cuffed and confined, but you pressed both of your palms against the wound then applied pressure, as much as you could whilst trying not to hurt him.

Aki's skin felt ice-cold beneath your fingers and it felt as though his blood was the only thing keeping his body warm.

At this point Aki was too weak to say anything - he could only lie back and trust you. He watched your hands intently, after you removed them - it was as though you took the wound with it.

How was that possible? For his wound to just disperse like it was never there. For the tissue and cells to just repair itself without a trace.

He could already feel majority of his strength returning to him, and that awful heavy weight he felt on his chest causing him to cough persistently, sometimes even blood, was also gone.

The evidence was still there. His clothes remained bloodied, so was the snow around him and even the very hand you used to touch him with was dirtied with his scarlet and yet...

"How did you do that?" Aki was mesmerised by such an ability - he had never witnessed anything like it.

The snow came down from the cerulean sky nonetheless, as though to disguise the bloody scene displayed.

"It's just something I learned," you replied, a little relieved and content now that Hayakawa seemed to not be verging death anymore. His breathing was fine and his face wasn't screwed up in pain any longer.

"Learned? Have you done this before?" he questioned, slowly rising up from beneath the tree. He looked like he'd seen better days, surely.

"Yeah I have, on even worse wounds." you didn't mind answering Aki's persistent questions, you were sure he was perplexed at what just happened and probably you would be too in the opposite situation.

"Hmm," he hummed to himself before reaching into his pocket to grab the pack of cigarettes he stored in there earlier. He figured he deserved one, surely, after failing his job, having his car get snowed in, having to walk with an open wound for over an hour and just barely escaping death by the slither of a hair.

But then again, he didn't escape death all by himself did he? After positioning the cigar nice and stable between his teeth, he flicked his thumb rapidly over the lighter until the bitter scent of smoke and tabasco filled the air.

He glanced over at the devil who saved his life, no, it didn't feel right to call you that anymore. If anything, angel would be more fitting, right?

The face was pursed as though you were thinking and your hands were still tainted with his blood. Aki decided now was about time to cut the awkward silence.

"I don't particularly like feeling indebted to people." he spoke, exhaling the smoke out from his lungs - his very lungs that almost failed on him a few minutes ago along with the rest of his organs.

You couldn't help but notice that Hayakawa said 'people'? Does that mean...

"However, I can't deny that you did save my life and proved me wrong. So tell me now - what do you want?"

Aki has never considered himself a generous person. Everyday he makes selfish decisions and constantly puts himself first.

But he'd just be plain ignorant if he didn't acknowledge that you've been unnecessarily kind to him, even after he's done and said so much to you. He figured you deserved some credit.

And even now after all this time, you still stood as timid and awkward as about an hour ago when he just met you.

"Well I don't usually ask for things... I just helped you because I wanted to not 'cuz I expected anything in return but..."

"...But?" he picked up - mimicking your tone as he said the word and taking another drag from his cigarette. You were struggling to maintain eye-contact with him, just what were you about to ask?

After a deep courageous inhale, you spoke again, "Well I know you probably think it's stupid but seriously, I'm still worried sick about my bunny. I don't want her to starve to death and—"

Aki raised his hand as though to say 'Alright, i've heard enough.' That made you anxious, as though he was refusing you.

But without any words he unclipped the sachet filled with carrots from your waist and attached it to his own.

"I'll find her, okay? I'm sure that if she's that hungry, she'll come running from the smell of the carrots. Plus, I have a keen sense of smell myself." he grinned. It seemed Hayakawa was actually quite determined.

You almost snorted a little before saying "Yeah? well not if your nose is filled with the smell of your cigarettes."

He chuckled a little before tossing out the cigarette, crushing it beneath his black shoe on the snow. It was about finished anyways.

Before Aki left however, he had to take precautions.

He pulled you gently by the wrists off of the main snowy road and more over to the side where many trees stood, almost beside the tree he was leaned up against.

He found an extremely thin oak tree and decided here was a good spot.

"What are you doing, Hayakawa?" you asked, watching him unclasp one handcuff off of your hand.

"Just making sure." he answered, heavily ambiguously. Though you've been pretty obedient, Aki is a thorough man.

"There." he sighed, pulling back from you.

"Did you really have to cuff me to the tree?" the audacity of this man, after you saved his life.

“Yeah, I did. I'll be back soon don't worry," but before Aki was about to turn on his heel to leave, he noticed something that made his heart stop for a split second.

...

"Why are you bleeding?" he was surprised he hadn't noticed sooner, that now a scarlet omitting from your own body was staining your clothes. He should've noticed since he experienced it himself.

That slight scrunch of the face as every movement becomes painful, that laboured breathing, poor posture.

You didn't seem too concerned at all by this though.

"When I healed you earlier, I didn't exactly make the cut disappear," you started. "I transferred it to me, so—"

"Why the fuck would you do that??" Aki almost seemed angry? But you couldn't understand why he was upset with you for this. What changed? You still healed him either way.

He could just about smell the confusion on your face and spoke again "Now you're bleeding out. How are you going to stop it?"

It wasn't that Aki was actually angry at you. But he was angry at himself now because he was beginning to feel guilty. You who has treated him so kindly never deserved to take on such a wound, especially since it rightfully belonged to him first.

You just sighed, a little lethargic "Hayakwa. I'll be fine. I'm a devil, remember?"

Aki knew this was an indirect reminder to how he treated you earlier with a lack of sympathy. And he honestly does regret it— especially after knowing you aren't anything evil at all.

But he's been killing devils for so long and has never encountered anything like this before. He felt as though he was within his rights to be suspicious. Nonetheless though, he was wrong and it was only right to make it up to you.

"Then..." he couldn't take his eyes off of the dark patch in your clothes. "Do you need some of my blood to heal yourself?"

The fact he was willing to go to such lengths made you crack a genuine heartfelt smile. Perhaps this is what they call 'character development'.

"I'll be fine, I promise. All I just need is sleep and i'll be good. The cut will fix itself," 

Though you didn't end up needing his help after all, the sentiment was very much appreciated. You felt warm, even in the snow, knowing that Hayakawa was beginning to trust you even just a little now.

You sat yourself down beside your cuffed tree, already beginning to feel your eyelids weigh heavy.

"Come on, don't worry about me. Just find Usagi for me, yeah?" you yawned, a little sleepy yet trying to relieve him just a little.

He sighed before finally speaking up again, "Yeah, will do."

This time, he meant it as a promise.

After seeing Aki's figure slowly disappear off into the foggy distance of the snow, you slowly felt yourself drifting off into deep slumber. 

Just how long had the two of you been out here in the snow for? you figured it's been around two hours by now and still barely any progress.

Due to all the circumstances, you almost forgot why you were even out here in the first place. Did perhaps Aki forget too?

After becoming so acquainted and personal with each other, just what is the point of this journey anymore?

...

Something felt wet.

You were slightly used to feeling a bit wet here and there from the particles of snow melting on your body every now and then but this feeling was extremely different.

Like rough, coarse, moist sandpaper pushing against your cheek.

When you opened your eyes, still heavy from sleeping, you realised it was your beloved bunny Usagi licking your cheek and Hayakawa stood aside looking quite proud of himself.

"Usagi!!" you exclaimed, voice higher than ever. You couldn't believe your adorable grey and white floppy-eared bunny was back.

Even though Usagi wasn't a complete white bunny, you still figured she'd be hard to spot within the snow. Apparently not a problem for Hayakawa who found her in less than under 30 minutes.

"I was worried my wound killed you for a second back there," he sighed, witty as ever.

You smiled at him and shook your head, standing up from beneath the tree. "It'll take a lot more than that to kill me, Hayakawa."

"Yeah, apparently so," Aki agreed, watching as the small bunny hopped around your feet in circles excitedly.

"Is your wound okay now then?" he still couldn't waver his eyes from the dark patch, but it hadn't appeared to grow any bigger from the last time he saw it.

"Yeah I'm fine. It's already stopped bleeding." you breathed, feeling as good as new.

"Think I can part ways with this tree now then?" you jested, shaking your wrists for emphasis.

"Not sure, I'll have to think it over first." he replied, voice as low and serious as ever whilst turning a small silver key within the lock and taking the handcuffs off of you.

You rotated your wrists around, feeling relieved from the lack of metallic weight on them and happy to finally move them without restriction anymore — but why did he take them off completely? You thought he'd only uncuff you from the tree. Does that mean he trusts you now?

"I'm sure your hands will be too full to pull anything anyways," he spoke, bending down to pick up Usagi and placing her in your arms.

"Yeah, you're right." you agreed, reaching over to your satchel he was still wearing and feeding her a carrot. Aki chuckled and continued to trudge forward through the snow, reaching into his pockets for yet another cigarette. You tagged on behind him.

"I'm sure you know this already but..." you paused, anticipating his reaction. Aki turned his head to you, making a 'hm?' noise as he waited for you to continue.

For some reason, it was now out of all times that you've really started noticed how handsome Hayakawa really was. His cheeks were still flushed a tint of red all the while and his hair, still littered with snow, still looked as gorgeous as ever.

His top button to his undershirt was unintentionally undone, probably happened at some point earlier when he was struggling to breathe. And—

"Are you okay?" Aki asked, his cigarette stuffed between his index and middle finger whilst he used the other hand to fan over your face to catch your attention.

"Yeah sorry, just zoned out for a second..." you mumbled, ears beginning to burn with embarrassment. "Anyways, like I was saying, those things are bad for you. I don't like them." you pointed at his cigar, making him chuckle.

"Yeah... I said I'd never smoke one but you know," Hayakawa let a smile slip whilst saying this, clearly fondly reminiscent over his early days of smoking.

Seeing him in such a state, you wished you could always see him smile like that.

"I suppose your healing powers wouldn't work on my lungs, huh?" he chuckled, feeling a little humorous and light from the cigarette.

"I dunno, will you pay me?" you humoured back at him, to which he simply raised an eyebrow at you as if in slight disbelief.

Despite his now playful and lighthearted attitude, Aki's mind was far from happy right now. In fact, he was dealing with an internal dilemma, and he knew he'd have to face you about it soon.

A/N ; ohmagawd, ur free trial of angst has expired ☃️ hopefully u can live in peace now!

(or has it?)

Oh, and here’s part 4

[jamiewintons]

Thomas Thorne Smut Alphabet

The first in a series of smut alphabets that I'll be writing for the Baynton Boys. Let me know which boy you'd like to see next!

18+ ONLY! Ghost!Reader. F!Reader. Reblogs and comments are always appreciated <3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Thomas is intensely affectionate after sex, he'll want to cuddle and kiss you, and won't stop telling you how much he loves you.

B = Body part (favorite body part of their partner’s)

Your lips. He loves nothing more than to kiss you while you make love.

C = Collar (do they mark you as theirs in some way?)

Thomas has the urge to mark you up, and will often try to give you hickeys. Unfortunately, due to you both being ghosts, they quickly fade away.

D = Dominant (do they prefer to dominate, or be dominated? are they a top or a bottom?)

Thomas is quite submissive at the beginning of your sexual relationship, due to a lack of experience. But once he's a bit more confident, he's more willing to be dominant, but in the softest possible way.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Thomas is not experienced whatsoever, as he was a virgin when he died. Don't worry though, because he wants nothing more than to please you, and so he is always watching and taking note of how you react to everything he does. Though he's a bit clumsy in the beginning, after some practice Thomas becomes incredibly skilled at pleasing you.

F = Fuck (do they prefer to fuck or make love?)

Make love, definitely. To Thomas, sex is most importantly a way for the two of you to physically express your love for one another.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Thomas takes things so seriously that it circles back to being goofy. Sometimes you have to stop yourself from giggling when he starts reciting poetry while he's inside you.

H = Hot (what turns them on, gets them going)

Nothing gets Thomas going more than hearing you read poetry (not anything by Byron, of course). If you've memorised some of his own poetry and read it back to him, he'll want to have you then and there.

I = Insatiable (how do they act when they’re desperate to have you?)

Thomas will go all out to woo you with sweet words and touches, making his intentions well known. But if you decide you want to tease him and pretend you don't know what he's trying to do, he'll get a bit more desperate, and you may even be able to get him to beg.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Thomas did touch himself before you got together (much to his own embarrassment), but once you have sex for the first time, he stops doing it. It could never feel as good as being with you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Thomas has a major praise kink. Nothing turns him on more than you telling him that he's doing a good job at pleasing you or that you love him during sex.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In the bed that you share, most of the time. However, sometimes when you can get some private time, he likes to take you down to the lake.

M = Mood (what’s the foreplay like? how do you get them in the mood?)

Thomas is the king of foreplay. He's gentle with his kisses and touches, wanting to make you feel beautiful and loved. To get Thomas in the mood, all you really need to do is gently place your hand on his thigh and slowly move it upwards.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He won't do anything to cause you pain, or say anything degrading to you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Thomas loves giving you oral, and because he loves doing it so much, he gets very good at it. If you let him, he'd probably stay down there for hours. He never asks for you to reciprocate, but if you choose to, he'll feel incredibly lucky. But all in all, he prefers pleasing you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual is definitely more Thomas' style. He finds it to be much more romantic that way.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Thomas much prefers to take his time, to worship you in the way he believes you deserve, but if you want a quickie, he's more than happy to oblige.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Thomas is willing to experiment to a point, but he doesn't want to do anything too out there. He'd rather know that the both of you are going to be happy and comfortable as you make love.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Since you're his first, Thomas doesn't have great stamina in the beginning, but if he finishes too quickly, he's more than happy to make up for it with his mouth or fingers. His stamina definitely improves with practice.

T = Tryst (are they into casual sex or one night stands?)

Not at all. In Thomas' eyes, sex is all about love, and he doesn't want to have sex with someone that he's not deeply in love with.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

As he gets more confident in his skills, Thomas becomes more likely to tease you, but he will always give you what you need in the end, and it will be wonderful.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Thomas is loud, and very bad at keeping himself quiet. The whimpers and whines that escape him are so cute. He also has a habit of talking a lot during sex, and his words begin to make less and less sense the closer he gets to his end.

W = Wait (how long do they wait before having sex with their partner for the first time?)

Due to the high importance that Thomas places on sex in his mind, he sees it as something very special and will want to wait a while before the two of you explore it together. It's definitely something that he thinks about a lot though, and if you make it known to him that you are ready for it first, things might move a little quicker.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's very thin, and as we know, he has a fatal gunshot wound in his abdomen. He's very insecure about his wound, and would probably prefer for you to ignore it.

When it comes to dick size, Thomas is above average, though due to his lack of experience in life, he has no idea how impressive he is.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Relatively high. Thomas would be down to have sex with you at least once a day if you're willing.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Thomas likes to stay up and talk to you for a while before you both drift off together.

[tamlenx]

Once groomed and perfectly pristine, as years tallied on a certain careless was, in turn, tacked onto the Worldly. Silver hair seemed to always be mildly disheveled, the smallest inclination that the seams upon his resolve were wearing thin about to snap. What proved such frangible mindset completely was how effortlessly he let vampires slip forth for a taste at the celestial power within his veins. It was a far cry from the warrior he once was, preened and instilled with unalloyed confidence and strength. His strength had not lessened, only tempered and stilled from lack of use. His magic was drained practically daily so it meant little to him if a vampire, slipped a fang upon the plane of his once untouched neck.

Zeke had become a regular to the tap, an addictive personality that would have certainly clashed with Tamlen's once staggering bravado had the Worldly been within the right mind. A warrior whittled down to this complacently stilled creature, an elf merely along for the ride. If the world was saved what was he to show for it? His strength was diluted and perceived as a reservoir to take from, not utilize. There were mild perks upon the matter, the give and take he'd come to learn when a vampire dipped sharp fangs into supple flesh. It stung at first, the initial break of skin however many years ago causing him to seize in panic, but now it was... somewhat enjoyable. Certainly euphoric and he allowed such sensation to crash over him as often as the Worldly could stomach it; it was eons better than feeling useless, than feeling as though his contributions of a warrior's life had been reduced to nothing.

Zeke tipped his chin up and Tamlen gave that signature toothy grin; sometimes his confidence still broke through, but it was only shattered remnants of the glory that once was. Tamlen leaned back to expose the plane of his neck further, the vein that Zeke would inevitably tap, hsi heart already racing at the thought. Years had diluted the experience but as time clashed and crashed into itself, the act never quite lost it's luster; it was one of the scant things that allowed him to feel a sliver of liveliness now. The orange flecks in his eyes practically smoldered umber as the celestial elf was already reduced to this heap that begged vampires to tell him stories of grand adventures, "Please."

Hunger and fey blood didn't mesh well with one another, "Don't do more than a few drops, couple mouthfuls at once." Rhiannon had said it enough times when she was introducing him to the different properties of blood. If fey was an expensive wine though, this celestial elf thing that Tamlen was had to be some priceless cognac. Ichor inlaid with diamonds that was more or less just here for the taking. Truth be told even when the pluto vampire was out in the field, sipping on rations, or in the makeshift canteen stomaching whatever animal Atarniel had picked up, he was thinking about Tamlen's veins. Gael was always distraught about it.

Through the catacombs and even from the mouth above, Ezekiel had scented the elf. There were others down here, but Tamlen was familiar now and Ezekiel would have found him anywhere. At this proximity it was hard to listen to anything but the heart that beat steadily in Tamlen's chest, or watch how his lips curved around every syllable. From everything that Ezekiel had gathered, the Worldly had been something before all this: a warder, a traveller, a hero, and a relic all at once. It was great to be important, disposable guys like Zeke didn't come back all the time, that was the truth of the matter. Still, whatever had always been greedy and gluttonous about the materialistic vampire liked how accessible Tamlen had become.

Blue eyes looked past the celestial as they levelled with Rhiannon in the corner, she rolled her own and then stalked off as Ezekiel stopped looking past Tamlen and focused on the elf instead. "I did, yeah, still wish I could take you with me though." He inhaled as he leaned in, nerves practically buzzing as he did, "All that magic, bet you're a whole force of nature." Because he couldn't help it, Ezekiel tipped the other's chin just slightly to get a good look at the slow, throbbing pulse in Tamlen's neck. "You wanna hear about it?"