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Found each other in the dark
#dead boy detectives#edwin x charles#charles rowland#edwin paine#edwin payne#mywork2024#listen to me LISTEN#they really found each other in the dark#they are each others guiding light in every single way#city and colour’s we found each other in the dark has been on repeat for two days#GO LISTEN TO IT AND THINK OF THEM#then keep watching dead boy detectives for joy and happiness!!
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#something something about recognition#anyway this is really niche#nothing to look at just my current brainrots#one day cc will explain to me why they found each others familiar#soulmates ikr🤞🏻#‘maybe in another universe’.. but the other universe is WORSE#my contribution to the fandom is the bbc merlin crossover#using kitty as if they were my ocs#‘twp is inspired by arthuriana’ and i RAN w it#expect i used the LEAST accurate adaptation#kit herondale#ty blackthorn#the dark artifices#the wicked powers#twp#tda#shadowhunters#tsc#the shadowhunter chronicles#arthur pendragon#merlin
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#it's me i'm the wind blowing#y'all things are a little more complicated when it comes to these two#(sits down and takes a sip from my dark blue coffee mug)#(thinks: i wish i had springtrap coffee mug)#so...#both of them have difficult pasts#both are parents trying their best on raising their children#THE THING IS#one can't let herself get too attached#while the other is still afraid all humans are the same#but at the same time. they just want to find peace and happiness#and they've found it at home#they found happiness living those very brief and mundane moments#like waking up every morning#having breakfast next to people that make you smile#making your way to school/work and seeing sunlight pass through the trees#and going home after a tough day and there are rain clouds approaching. you just know you're going to sleep well at night#this is how they heal. and in the mean time. let themselves open up to each other#I have a feeling this is gonna be a slow burn kinda thing#COUGHING REALLY HARD#ENDING THIS RIGHT HERE OKAY BYE#starbstalks#springdad au
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I spent more time laughing at the pilots uniforms than actually drawing. Charles and Dmitri, bc yeah. I should have done Ellie and Henry but brain too tired, i just wanna doodleeeeee
Charles uniform is based off a certain uniform but also others (given he's experienced with many different ships, i prefered him having a special suit different to other pilots)
#charles calvin#dmitri johannes petrov#thsc#thsc fanart#the henry stickmin collection#thsc charles calvin#Charles does have another outfit outside military!#i just reached my tired phase so i will just doodle until i get enough energy to be designing for hours#i found Dmitri to wear simple clothes#he also uses double pair of socks and very warm clothes too#he gets hit by the cold breezes really easily and tends to get many shivers#but he does an exception because of his work and to not look weak towards other sticks#he and Grigori know each other for years#many years#and Charles loves basketball! thats my headcannon for him#hes also very good at physics and has a huge collection of ships cars and planes in his house#his uncle is Rudolf Calvin. Another general that raised him up and had 'some' stuff going on with Galeforce#but i should not say more...the lore becomes dark after that#he loves Henry just too shy to ask him out
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"What's so special about him?"
"We found each other in the darkness, but he looked at me as if I was the guiding light that he needed, like the moon in a pitch-black sky."
#you know I have to do it#primordial god! chronos x ananke! nico#nico di angelo#chronos (pjo)#nion#i don't really like “he looked at me as if i were the sun”. dude i know what i look like when i look at the sun#they did find each other in the darkness#at a time when they were at their lowest they found each other#and i think it’s beautiful because they accepted each other - darkness and all
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“You have done the highest honor of the Creed: Saving a foundling.”
I take umbrage with this statement in the larger context of the show this season because Mando still has yet to have what I think is a pretty significant conversation with the Armorer concerning why he removed his helmet in the first place since that ⬆️ was precisely why he did it
This season has largely brushed past one of Din’s biggest internal conflicts by never showing the audience how he feels as an exiled member beyond him asking how he can atone, not discussing with the Armorer why the transgression was done or in what context— which they apparently didn’t have to address because hey, look, the kid’s back with him again, oh also we’re not going to talk about that despite the Armorer telling him to take the kid back to his own kind in season 1— making it barely an inconvenience to ‘redeem’ himself in the end anyway, and by overshadowing his ritual redemption by knocking him out when he goes into the waters and having him sink to the bottom, having to be saved by Bo-Katan (when we still don’t know why she saved him at all), AND by having his return to the covert and Armorer be overshadowed by Bo-Katan’s out of place induction into the covert.
If they want to credit Bo-Katan with ‘saving’ the Mando kid because she headed up the hunting party even though Din was the one to actually grab the kid in the end, fine, whatever, but it is also the most overt way to again show that everything of value that Din has done this season has still been pushed to the side in favor of showcasing Bo-Katan
Unless they’re leading up to Din having some ego issue regarding Bo-Katan’s popularity and place within the covert because of how much he’s being shoved aside (which is entirely out of character for him), I’m not sure why they aren’t making him and his character more of the focus of the season. We’re not getting anything from him regarding his feelings or direction in terms of the bigger picture, which is why all of the episodes feel like filler— They’re achieving plot points like a checklist instead of showing us how Din feels about anything by not tying the emotional stakes to the physical ones. There’s no tension or narrative weight to any of these actions. His dialogue regarding the Creed, his redemption, and teaching and bonding with the kid (his character’s two main focuses) has been factual and exposition-y without feeling like his story is being told.
#the mandalorian#the mandalorian spoilers#The Mandalorian critical#din djarin#bo katan kryze#idk this is messy but it was also my biggest beef with an episode within a show that has already founded this season—#— on so many other storytelling and narrative issues#there’s only eight episodes in each season. you have to be judicious/economical with where you spend your time#and we still don’t know what the main STORY of this season is supposed to be#season 1: protect the kid and stay alive#season 2: find other Mandalorians in order to find the kid’s people to return him to where he belongs#season 3: ?? not really focusing on the Mandalore or dark saber plot bc Bo katan doesn’t care so she’s not chasing him as the villain#he’s not really the main character driving any of the action or the story. Bo-katan is.#and unfortunately I think it’s a little late in the game to establish this as an ensemble show.#if you wanted that you should have established it in season 1
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I’m not like, surprised that I’m like The edgy cannibalism guy atp but it’s really amusing to me. Glad I’ve found my niche I guess
#I don’t feel like I would personally describe my writing as THAT dark or edgy#but…. the more that I think about it…. it probably is lmao#I mean this happened even back when I still wrote for ft#I remember ppl calling my rewrite ‘the dark rewrite of fr’#*ft#and I feel I’ve only gotten more intense since then so LMAO#I guess they are biting chunks out of each other so what can I really say#I am touched though#that I’m able to be so memorable with how I write cannibalism/body horror/blood/etc#I’ve always enjoyed writing this stuff and found the artistic ways to explore gore and it’s relation to emotion fascinating#so I’m glad I’m doing a good job#kaz rambles
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succession is simultaneously a:
shakespearean tragedy
postmodern tragicomedy
drama about dysfunctional families and cycles of abuse/trauma
comedy about the absurdity of the ultra wealthy
surreal circus of repressed queerness
political critique of the toxicity of late-stage capitalism
trying to pinpoint exactly what kind of show it is feels impossible, and that's what makes it good – you can rewatch it and experience it from a different lens each and every time and i love it for that
#listened to an interview w the writers who were asked if succession is a tragedy with comedic elements or a comedy with tragic elements#and the answer was basically that they don't really think of it that way and it's impossible to categorize it either way#like there's no real ratio of tragedy: comedy it kind of transcends that at least in my experience#i think the architecture of the story is more like a tragedy but it often expresses itself in comedic moments#and there's the political commentary that underscores it all#and i dont think its really possible to separate all these elements they live together and work with each other#similar to how the opening theme is a mixture of classical music and hip hop and would not be the same without either of those elements#that but with all the different layers that the show exists in#i added the queerness point in not because it's like. a necessarily popular view but because there is a way u can watch it where it's just#*just like. everyone is so fruity and fucked up and repressed#and it's p much canon that none of the side characters are straight#and roman def isn't but i dont think any of the siblings except maybe connor are#and it's like wow this is like the dark twisted alternate universe's queer found family trope#(love it for that. btw.)#i talk so much in tags i should just make another fucking post sorry#succession#hbo succession#queerasian.txt
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I keep seeing this on twitter and well okay the artist statement and the story is fine but what about this art relates to the story trying to be told here. it’s just 2 shirtless white gay guys . I kept seeing people saying this was so tragic and like yeah the story is but looking at this even with the context I’m like erm….. I just don’t see it
#also are these just 2 models he found . and took a shirtless pic of.#I feel bad policing art or whatever but I reallly. I really don’t see it y’all#and I’m usually pretty good at being like ‘yk this isn’t for me but I see the vision’#gwon#I would have rather seen like a really good photo shoot where they are holding each other lovingly#on a set that kind of looks like an island or them being in darkness. but that’s just me .
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The fact that I went into that first conversation with Gortash completely blind and he somehow managed to be the one that almost convinced me to side with him is just wild to me. Gwydion had been incredibly resistant to anyone (even his partner) trying to get him to be just a little power-hungry, but then Gortash came along and started talk about unity and stability instead of "we're gonna be evil and rule the world" and it was working on Gwydion.
My only thought during the coronation scene was "damn, he really does know Gwydion"
#don't get me wrong i think gortash wpuld have definitely leaned into the 'let's be evil and rule together as evil overlords' thing if he'd#thought it would work#but the conversation had a definite 'oh yes let's be partners again and work to preserve the city and save it from itself' bent#and the fact that he was so sincere about legitimately wanting to be equals with gwydion again#I dunno#all of that really culminated in Gwydion not knowing what to do for the first time that playthrough#when I say he has a very strong personality I mean it. Most 'moral dilemmas' in the game weren't really dilemmas for him#perks of being a paladin#but then Gortash came along and confused all of that for him#I only really found out about their working relationship during that conversation bc I missed a bunch of stuff#so my surprise was genuine when Gortash started displaying fairly intimate knowledge of how Gwy works#I had Gwydion wear Gortash's gauntlet for a bit for roleplay reasons#he didn't remember the man but something in him hurt when that final blow was struck and he wasn't quite ready to move on yet#the dark urge#enver gortash#what's even more wild is i was headcanoning that his paladin oath (devotion) had been sworn to someone other than bhaal before#orin happened#and i could see a pre-tadpole Gwy deciding Gortash was a good person to swear that to so when Gortash#when Gortash started talking about swearing oaths to each other??#wild#absolutely wild#i did not get enough sleep and it shows#12:43#bg3
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the excruciating fact about life is that sometimes waiting to read books is better than they are
#miaing#well there sure were a lot of words here#some of which i found really fancy and jotted down alright#but no need to be so sparse with the plot and like. generally things that happen#i promise you it's okay if your dark academia characters do something else apart from sitting in front of fireplaces#and talking to each other. and thinking about big words. while you are not telling me what are they researching about#also you know. small things like maybe someone havinf a birthday and throwing a party serves well if it's found family you're going for#anyway. i'm reading the third book of the a t l a s six out of spite now because it's on my yearly list. but wow was this mid#mias reading
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HYLIAN GIRL DOLL
#YES#PLEASE#THIS#ZELDA#ZELDA DESERVES IT#INSTEAD OF A PET DOG IT'S JUST SMOL LINK IN FULL FERAL MODE#HE'S A RESCUE SHE TELLS HER FRIENDS#THE TRUTH ABOUT RESCUES IS THAT IT FEELS LIKE THEY SAVED YOU SHE GUSHES#I WAS IN A REALLY DARK PLACE IN MY LIFE WHEN WE FOUND EACH OTHER SHE EXPLAINS#THOUGH HE SUFFERS FROM SEVERE SEPARATION ANXIETY SHE ADMITS
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I want to make an Elder Scrolls character based on my last D&D character but it's. Very hard. Because she was such a unique and weird character that it is hard to translate that into an in-game character (info on her and my thoughts about how I could adapt her into an es character below the cut).
Her name was Eva "Halfblood" Akannathi, and she was a half-orc, half-goliath 18 year old bard (college of valor). But she was kind of an unconventional bard. She hated lying and dishonesty. Like, really loathed it. This girl has not lied once in the 18 years she's been alive and does not plan on ever doing it. She also considers illusions to be a form of lying.
This made playing through the campaign very interesting. At certain points of the campaign, she had to roll wisdom saving throws whenever her party had to lie to someone. If she succeeded, she managed to keep quiet. If she failed, she would blurt out the truth. She also disliked whenever her party members lied about anything. It didn't matter if it was for the greater good. She would rather die than tell a lie, and she wishes others felt the same.
Now, adapting her into a playable Elder Scrolls character is a bit tricky. You would think going with the Bard class would be the obvious choice. However, one of their major skills is Illusion, and given Eva's stubborn dislike of illusion, that's not exactly going to work. I could, of course, make a custom class, but I have so much anxiety about getting custom classes exactly right that it ends up just stressing me out whenever I try to create a custom class. But, maybe I'll try a custom class. That would probably be the best.
The race is a little less tricky, but there's still that "damn, I wish I could choose two races." Her in-game race would probably be orc, since that's the race she looks the most like. In my head, though, I'm thinking she would be half-orc, half-nord. I mean, D&D goliaths are resistant to cold damage and are tall, and Nords are basically the same, even if their coloration is different (goliaths have greyish skin and markings on their face, whereas Nords have white skin and no natural markings). What I really wish I could do is just take the cold resistance from Nords and just replace the Orc berserk thing with it because going berserk isn't really Eva's style lol (she's no barbarian!). But whatever, I suppose she can survive without her cold resistance.
It just really sucks because I loved playing her so much in D&D, and now that that campaign is over, I kinda miss her. But she's such a weird character that she's hard to play in any other setting.
#tesblr#d&d#I think maybe I just need some encouragement#I think it would be fun to play her in tes#I don't think I could play her in Morrowind unfortunately since the main quest requires at least one instance of lying#but I think every other tes game should be fine#I feel like Skyrim would probably be the closest to what our campaign had been#(we did Icewind Dale: Rime of the Frostmaiden)#ANYWAY#yeah Eva was a funny character#fun fact I made her character because I was trying to think of the funniest race and class combination#at the time I only had access to the basic D&D races and classes/subclasses (created her on D&D Beyond)#so I went with the super strong race(s) paired with a support class known for talking their way out of combat#also fun fact she was raised by yetis after her father died up until she was 12 years old#when she was 12 her yeti parents left and never returned (she assumes they were killed by adventurers or something)#and she wandered around for a while until she eventually stumbled onto the roads in Ten-Towns#and my 1st character of that campaign (a drow/dark elf cleric of knowledge) found her#went 'oh you poor thing. come home with me I have an extra room in my apartment'#and yk. basically adopted her. unofficially.#they called each other 'roommate' but they very clearly had a mother/daughter relationship#my drow cleric actually ended up dying very early in the campaign (got insta-killed by a guy with an ice sword)#Eva joined the party after that because her dream was to go on adventures and Yllalana trusted her party to keep Eva safe#Eva survived the campaign btw. unfortunately when they defeated Auril she got cursed#the curse was actually essentially ptsd. cold gives her horrific flashbacks#she ended up moving south to Neverwinter and works at a local tavern there singing songs and telling stories of her adventures#oh she also ended up losing an eye near the end of the campaign#however after the campaign ended our tiefling undead warlock gave her a magic eye to replace her old one#it's a mood eye. changes colors depending on her mood. super cool#anyway yeah I really miss her. she was a very fun character to play
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*TURN SOUND ON & UP :)
JJK MEN (GOJO, TOJI, CHOSO, GETO, SUKUNA, NANAMI) X READER
case files: doppelgänger curses have been running rampant and causing chaos around tokyo impersonating everyday civilians including sorcerers. jujutsu society has set up veils and your boyfriend has given you strict orders not to lower them to let anyone in the house but him—but how do you know if it’s really even him?
report notes: I love this game! If you haven't played go play a few rounds @ thatsnot-myneighbor[DOT]io (it’s free and all online). —last up: Sukuna!
kinktober 2023-2024 m.list | original teaser
𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙽𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙷𝙱𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙱𝙾𝚈𝙵𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙳𝚂:
🗂️—𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝟶𝟶𝟷........... THE STRONGEST
alias: 𝚐𝚘𝚓𝚘, 𝚜.
visitor log: its midday and your clingy-ass boyfriend—gojo satoru—should be hard at work right getting rid of these doppels not knocking at your door—gotta be a fake... right?!
classifications: bimbo!reader (canonverse of otaku!gojo's bunny!reader), yandere-esque Gojo, nipple play, recorded sex, lots of sex toys, dirty talk, panty theft, extreme overstim + slight omorashi.
🗂️—𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝟶𝟶𝟸........... THE SORCERER KILLER
alias: 𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚘, 𝚝.
visitor log: an extra toji fushiguro should be double the trouble and double the fun but neither likes to share, you know for sure which ones your toji—but do you really even care?
classifications: bratty!reader, brat taming, breeding, baby trapping, hair pulling, spit play + creampies, jealousy, grump!toji, daddy kink
🗂️—𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝟶𝟶𝟹........... THE CULT LEADER
alias: 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚘, 𝚜.
visitor log: you shouldn't have even been watching the gate bunny, that's much too hard for you! so when you inevitably fuck up, your cult leader boyfriend—geto suguru—has the perfect punishment planned for you and your pretty pussy wait..in front of his entire congregation tho!?
classifications: dumb bimbo!reader, canonverse of nerd!geto's bunny!reader, cult rhetoric, dark themes, sensory deprivation/amaurophilia, punishment, humiliation, shibari, edging, overstim, exhibitionism, toxic jealousy, possessiveness, yandere Suguru, drugged sex, cnc/free-use reader, mentions of orgies/group sex and a bit of forced breeding.
🗂️—𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝟶𝟶𝟺........... THE SORCERER SALARYMAN
alias: 𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚒, 𝚔.
visitor log: your sweet boyfriend, nanami kento, promised he'd come visit you tonight bunny. awe baby, don't cry, you're sure that's actually him at the door but you'll run through your checklist just to make sure, won't you?
classifications: error 404—case report not found (finalizing)
🗂️—𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝟶𝟶𝟻........... THE BIG BROTHER
alias: 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚘, 𝚌.
visitor log: crazed with quarantine boredom, you can't help but to tease your naive lil' roommate—choso kamo—but you'll know when to stop before it goes too far—or have you already let the real Choso in?
classifications: mommy kink, affectionate cruelty/cuteness aggression, begging, teasing, virgin!choso, creampies, masturbation, panty theft, mentions of menophilia.
🗂️—𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝟶𝟶𝟼.......... THE KING OF CURSES
alias: 𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚞𝚗𝚊, 𝚛.
visitor log: thinking no curse would be stupid enough to enter his palace, when the king of curses comes home to find you fucking his doppel it's not going to end well for either of you—R.I.P. your pussy sis, any last words?
classifications: error 404—case report not found (finalizing)
𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝚂 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙵𝙸𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙰𝙻 𝙳.𝙳.𝙳. 𝙰𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙱𝙻𝙺𝙺𝙸𝚉𝚉𝙰𝚃
— 𝙳𝙴𝙿𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙰𝙵𝙵𝙰𝙸𝚁𝚂: 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃 𝙳𝙸𝚅𝙸𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽.
xoxo 💋
report notes: yo so this was meant to be about 4k total and instead it turned out to be 4k per story so i'm breaking it up (fully completed 3 and making last minute edits on the others, so staggering them out). Consider this a kinktober all on its own lol (still doing stuff left over from last years though). btw—everyone who asked on my official taglist, kinktober or the teaser will still be tagged on each individual story but you can comment below if you haven't asked to be tagged already.
©blkkizzat 2024. do not steal works or gfx, do not translate.
#☾﹒✖☠𝘬𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳#✎ᝰ𝓀𝒾𝓏𝓏𝒶𝓉¢σσкѕ#✎ᝰ𝓀𝒾𝓏𝓏𝒶𝓉¢σσкє∂тнαт#kinktober#toji fushiguro smut#gojo satoru smut#choso kamo smut#sukuna smut#gojo smut#choso x reader#geto suguru smut#jjk x reader#gojo x reader#toji x reader#nanami smut#jjk smut#choso kamo x reader#sukuna x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#geto x reader#satoru x reader#nanami x reader#toji fushiguro x reader#jujutsu kaisen#gojo x you#suguru x reader#choso kamo x you#tnmn#tnmntober#thats not my neighbor
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mail order bride meeting 141 for the first time 🙏
mail-order bride
he likes the way this moment sounds. it will end soon, when you both walk out the door, but for now, he sits, and he doesn't want it to end.
it's not just the sound of the television. his favorite football team has finally fucking put one into the corner of the net. the announcers cheer, but this isn't all that he hears.
the cat is in the kitchen. he can't see it, but he hears it (the little fucker). she's pawing at the cat grass that sits above the sink now. when he leans forward, he notices her little nose pushing it around before she takes a bite out of it.
she leaves the basil alone.
and then there's the sound of you. your feet in the bedroom. when you pass by the doorway, he can see you in different states of getting ready. when you pass by this time, he can see your eyeliner is on both eyes now, not just one, and your hair doesn't have clips or pieces to hold it in its style anymore. it lays perfectly now; he did a double-take when he saw it this way for the first time. you're rifling through the closet now. your clothes used to be in their own drawers. separated. socks not touching one another. your half of the closet, and his half. perfectly divided.
he doesn't remember when it happened. he found your bra under his t-shirt today. he was going through the jackets because your dresses were now between them. in the bathroom, he almost stuck your toothbrush in his mouth because they rest side-by-side in the holder.
when he looks around the room, he can't see where you begin, and he cannot see where he ends. he doesn't see where he started.
but he can see where you will go.
you bounce into the living room, holding up two hangers. there's dresses on each of them, one a dark color, the other light, and you hold them in front of simon who's still sitting on the couch, his head in his hand as he concentrates on the game (where he pretends like he hasn't been thinking about you too hard to really focus).
"simon?" you call, and he grunts, looking over at you. "which one do you like?"
he looks over the two dresses before looking at you. he hums, leaning back against the couch. he shrugs before looking back at the telly. you would look like perfection in either of them, but that isn't what you asked, and that isn't the answer you want.
"the darker one. like ya in tha' color."
you smile a little before going back into the bedroom, hanging the other dress back up and laying the other one out on the bed. you rummage through the dresser for proper undergarments, picking a soft lace pair of panties with a matching bra. you slip them on before stepping into the dress.
you reach around for the waist, and when your attempts to grab it are futile, you look over your shoulder towards the door.
"simon?" you call out gently. "could you come here, please?"
there's a shuffle of sound before simon steps into the bedroom. you point to your back, smiling at him shyly.
"c-could you help me? i can't reach the zipper."
he makes his way over to where you stand in front of the mirror. you watch as his eyes roam over your back, as he takes in the sight in front of him. you swallow as he drags a few knuckles down the length of your spine, his eyes flicking up to meet yours in the mirror before he takes the zipper in his hand and pulls it up. when he finishes, he steps a little closer, dipping his head to look at you from over your shoulder. you turn your head to look up at him, smiling.
"everything okay?" you ask softly, and he clicks his tongue, sliding his hand from its place on your back to wrap around your middle. he spreads a big palm over your tummy before dragging you backwards, your backside pressing against his front.
"mmm..." he scrunches his nose a little, running a pink tongue over his teeth. "look fuckin' beautiful."
you giggle, looking away, spreading your palms along your cheeks to try and make it less hot, less warm--fuck, it's so hot, isn't it?
you pull away to go for your shoes, picking them up from the closet. you take a seat on the bed, trying to ignore simon's stare (impossible), and you put the shoes down to slip your feet into them. just as you bend to buckle them, simon tsks, and you sit up as he kneels down in front of you.
"simon, you--"
"shut it," he mutters, reaching down and picking your foot up by the ankle gently. he wraps the strap around it, fastening the buckle, and you open your mouth to say something, but then he bends, giving your knee a soft kiss before reaching for your other foot.
your eyes meet again as he wraps it around your ankle. he smirks, just enough, and your lip wobbles a little as he fastens the next shoe before setting it back down on the floor. he puts his hands on his knee to get up, standing to his full height, and your neck strains as you try and look up at him.
at times, you feel at odds. he anticipates your needs before you even know what they are yourself. he pushes your meals in front of you just as you realize you're hungry. he helps you to the top shelf whenever you need it, picking you up from your waist without even a grunt. he feeds the cat when she cries, he wipes the tears from your face just as they fall.
you want to be more. you want to be his wife. your life is leisure and warmth, you are cared for like a fine porcelain doll, but what are you to him? what do you do for him? what is it that you bring, why are you here, why did he ever even want you if he provides and all you do is take, take, take?
the pub is alive. the lights flicker and glow a warm orange, and there's many crowds around tables, cheering and laughing and clinking pints together. you swallow as you look around; a crowded place with lots of unfamiliar faces. you freeze at the door, blinking, trying to take it all in. just as you stiffen, there's a presence right at your back.
an arm circles around your middle protectively. simon's warm hand rests at the curve of your waist, and you look up at him. he stares down at you knowingly. he's wearing his mask, obscuring his entire face except for his eyes, but you've learned to read him all the same. his hood darkens the shadows over him, but you see what he's telling you easily.
'm right 'ere.
simon moves you in front of him, walking just behind you, and he leans over to murmur in your ear as he guides you forward.
"in the corner, luv."
you barely have time to register that your husband just called you love when you see an enthusiastic wave meant for you out of the corner of your eye.
simon showed you their pictures, but the grainy selfies from his phone don't do them any justice. kyle has a pearly smile and round cheeks (troublemaker, he could get away with anything with those eyes). johnny has an infectious grin and wild curls that fall in a line down his head (a wild card, he's got eyes that you can't read and a leg bouncing from his terrible inability to sit still). and then there's john, hidden under a beanie and a rough smile (all business, all thought, because even out here, he can't stop his mind from wandering back to the papers on his desk and the cries for help he can't ignore).
johnny's smile drops a little when you come near. he eyes the hand that simon has on you, the proximity of your bodies. he raises a brow when you hold out your hand to shake, gawking when he eyes your other hand, the ring that sparkles there.
"ach, LT..." johnny swallows hard. "is this...is she--?"
simon clears his throat. "this is my wife."
"steamin' jesus," johnny breathes, leaning back in the booth. he picks up his drink and knocks back the entire thing, choking a little as he looks between the two of you. "what the fawk?!"
you blink, stepping back, and simon takes a seat beside john, shaking his head.
"fuckin' hell, johnny. behave," simon mutters. "'s not--"
"ye said y'were showin' us yer new lass," johnny quips. "not yer wife!"
you look at simon, laughing a little.
"simon, you didn't tell them you were married?"
"tha' was need t'know," simon mutters, rolling his eyes. you giggle, looking around for somewhere to sit. simon doesn't give you much time to choose--you let out a shaky breath as he picks you up from your hips, sliding you up and onto his thigh. he spreads his legs a little to accommodate you, but he's such a big man.
simon holds one hand at your back, and the other lays flat against the table. it's easy, falling into conversation with them. they don't talk about work. they're infatuated with their lieutenant and his surprise wife. they ask if he owns pajamas. they ask if he takes the mask off to sleep. they ask if simon whittles, if he listens to music, if there's a snack that puts him in a good mood (jaffa cakes, you tell johnny, who cackles with delight).
when simon gets up to have a smoke, you're surprised. simon never leaves you alone in a public place, ever. he's always at your back, even at the grocery store. he likes to take you aisle by aisle, and he doesn't care if it makes the trip longer, because he doesn't like to have you out of his sight for very long.
he gives you that look, one that you can read. you're safe with these men.
you agree. they bring simon home, every single time.
"awwww, no' gonna give yer lass a smooch, LT?" johnny winks. "'s alright, we don't care. won't think ye a big softie cuz o' it."
simon rolls his eyes, pocketing his cigarettes as he stands by the table. he dips his fingers into johnny's pint and flicks him with it before leaning over and kissing you lightly through the mask, a chaste kiss that already leaves you reeling.
you blink, caught off guard, and you blink up at simon so slowly, a syrupy smile falling over your face.
"LT, that wasnae a real one," johnny rolls his eyes. "wut, are ye scared of us?"
"shut your fuckin' mouth, sergeant, i'll make y'do laps tomorrow."
"big baby."
you watch simon take the back door, letting it swing shut behind him. you excuse yourself, following after him, pushing the door open and blinking to adjust to the dark light of the alleyway.
there's stars out. they sparkle, and you pause to stare up at them for just a moment before making your way to where simon leans against a brick wall.
it all reminds you that you're just small. not small, but smaller than simon, and compared to what stares at you across a violet sky, you are nothing but specks in time. you're drifters, composites of organic matter that somehow, for some reason, exist at the same time.
simon's eyes find your own in the dark. it's hard to see; the only light nearby flickers, and it's hard to focus, but you can see his eyes clearly, magnetized even when the rest of him seems so obscure, hiding from your view.
your smile is clear, too. the watery lines of your eyes, they glow, and when you come near, you and simon are in your own bubble, a pocket of the universe that cannot be explained. he has found you, and you have found him, and even when the night sky tries so hard to hide the things you know are there, it isn't strong enough to take away what exists in the in-between.
you slide your fingers under the hem of his mask. this kind of thing is practiced. the same thing you do when he comes home every day. the only acts of service he ever allows, the only things he ever lets you do.
you ask yourself always what it is that you provide. what it is that he sees in you that you can't seem to see in yourself.
maybe it's this. maybe it's the grounding. the gravity he never used to feel, the orbit he could never quite get himself to maintain, the taut line of connection that's been severed ever since the only people he's ever loved were ripped right out from underneath his ribs.
he puts his hands over yours when the mask is over his nose. his palms over the backs of your hands, warm skin over soft, something broken over something seeking.
"you don't want this," simon whispers, and you frown a little, shaking your head.
"how...how can you say that?"
"i'm not..." he flinches a little. "not made for this. 's not wha' y'think."
you're eyes water. you aren't sad. you're upset.
"y-you have no idea," you whisper. "i know what i want. you can always tell when i'm lying, am i lying now?"
"'s not--"
"simon," you stop him. "look at me," you sniffle, and he closes his eyes, squeezes them shut, before finding your gaze again. it's frightening, what he sees. he sees nothing that he expects. no deception. no fear. the honesty, it terrifies him. the reality of accepting what he can't understand hurts inside. it trickles deep, down to his toes, along his spine, a curdling in his stomach that he can't believe because there's no way that someone can love me when i can't fucking love myself. "am i lying now?"
"no," he breathes, and your smile is sickly sweet. he doesn't understand. he doesn't get it. nothing in his life has ever been this easy. nothing in his life has ever been just for him, all for him, just his, and no one else's. there has never been a piece of life that has ever pitied him enough to let him have it exactly as it is, and yet here she is, my perfect girl, arriving on my doorstep.
like you dropped straight from heaven. angels with soft hands and a timid face and a shadow with soft fur and big eyes and terrible little temper.
simon's hand is an anchor on the back of your head. tilting you to the side, drawing you near, until you are on your toes, and your face is canted up.
you kiss in the dark. your mouth slots over his, hands gripping the front of his jacket as you try and get even closer to him. he's a little shy at first, letting you lead while he follows, but it only takes a few seconds for you to feel his hand stiffen against your head as he kisses you feverishly.
you smile between kisses. he smiles, too. you giggle, and he huffs, and he chases you with more kisses as you cradle his face between your hands and whisper between soft presses, i'm sorry and i know and it's all i've ever wanted.
when you pull away, he doesn't let you go. he presses your forehead to his, connecting you somehow, breathing in the warmth that you radiate to try and calm the pulsing of his blood that rushes in his ears.
when your eyes open again, and you look at each other, everything is suddenly clearer. whatever he saw before, everything must have been in black and white.
he sees in color. the stars align. they fall, one by one, sparkling as they form a pattern, one undiscovered by anyone before him, one he will keep all to himself in the time that follows. when he kisses you again, he memorizes that pattern.
he knows it will always lead right back to you.
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Been playing the new pokemon rom hack "Too Many Types" and I want to discover the type matchups naturally so I'm writing my own type chart.
NORMAL x2 SUS x1 FLUFFY x1 SILLY x1 SPACE 1/2 ANGY 1/2 STINKY
FAIRY x2 ANGY x1 SPACE
FLYING x1 SILLY
GRASS x1 SPACE 1/2 ANGY
PSYCHIC x2 ANGY x2 SPACE x2 VIBE x1 CRAB x1 DEEZ NUTZ x1 FLUFFY x1 LEFT x1 LIQUID x1 MONKE x1 SILLY
WATER x2 FLUFFY x2 MONKE x2 SPACE x2 STINKY x1 ANGY x1 SILLY x1 SHARP/ANCIENT x1 BUG/SONG 1/2 CRAB
ANGY x2 DARK/GAMER x2 BUG/CRAB x1 DEEZ NUTZ x1 FLUFFY x1 GRASS x1 MONKE x1 POISON x1 WATER/VIBE x1 ANCIENT/PSYCHIC x1 LITTLE/DRAGON 1/2 BEAN 1/2 LIQUID 1/2 WATER/SILLY 1/2 SPACE/FAIRY
MONKE x1 SPACE/FAIRY x1 WATER/SILLY
SHARP x2 SILLY x1 ANGY 1/2 SPACE/FAIRY
SONG x2 STINKY x2 VIBE x2 VIBE x1 ANGY x1 DEEZ NUTZ x1 GRASS x1 WATER x1 FLUFFY/NORMAL x1 SILLY/PSYCHIC x1 BUG/SONG x1 ICE/LEFT
SUS 1/2 ANGY
BABY Weak against everything(?)
#asks#the document is “Too Many Type Matchups.txt”#i'm skipping over the matchups between the standard types#it lists each type's offensive matchups so NORMAL having x2 SUS means that normal type moves are super-effective against sus type pokemon#everyone knows that water beats fire. and that bug beats dark. it's intuitive#i also started leaving out when normal is x1 against something#also the stuff like TYPE1/TYPE2 means i saw a move used on a multi-type pokemon so i'm not sure what the exact type matchup was#there's a bunch of x1s in there that i could probably just assume both are x1 but just in case one is x2 and the other is 1/2 i keep track#also DEEZ NUTZ is not two types it's one#there's also reverse type which inverts the type chart#that's how i found out that ANGY has x2 against DARK and/or GAMER even though it wasn't very effective#and there's also the type type which doubles type effectiveness but i only know that one from the youtube video#anyway there's like 40 new types so there's over 60 total so this is gonna be a long list#my current party consists of Billy the Popplio who's a WATER/SILLY type#Saturn the Ralts who's a SPACE/FAIRY type#Zoomy the Poochyena who's an ANGY type (mono type really helps with figuring out matchups!)#and Thundrhead the Cottonee who's a FLUFFY type#as a convenience feature they give you an infinite rare candy so theoretically you could just breeze through the whole game#but i wanna have fun so i only use it to make sure i'm my newly-caught pokemon aren't underlevelled
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