#this post is in relation to the mentioned tags and how they're used

[interstellarsystem]

This isn't at anyone in particular, but it's very disheartening to see that the otherhearted AND otherkith tags are full of.... Posts that are almost completely unrelated to those experiences. Otherlink tags are much the same.

A few in there are geared toward all alterhumans in general, that's fine, but... Posts specifically only about therians, otherkin or fully nonhuman identities without so much as a mention of heartedness don't belong in the otherhearted tags. Therian/otherkin specific posts don't belong in the otherlinking tags either. It's so hard to find anything related to being otherhearted or otherlinking because it's almost all content that only explicitly relates to therians or otherkin. It really looks like they sometimes just slap the smaller tags on there for reach.

It doesn't get your therian posts reach though, because as far as I'm aware, hearted people and otherlinkers follow the tags for posts relating to those specific experiences. Sure, people can be more than one thing and there are definitely therians and otherkin following those tags, that's fine, but it's not why those people follow them. Flooding the hearted and otherlink tags with otherkin posts really only makes it impossible to see anything from other individuals who are otherhearted or otherlinkers. The people who want to see your posts will be following the otherkin or therian tags.

You don't need to tag in different community tags for reach, this is tumblr where tags do actually matter because they're the primary way of finding posts. There's no algorithm at all if you don't use the "for you" page. And when you're putting therian and otherkin only posts in tags that are for much, much smaller communities like otherhearted people and otherlinkers.... It becomes impossible to keep those communities present here.

I don't know if there's separate tags that otherhearted people and otherlinkers use that aren't flodded with otherkin-only posts but if there is I haven't been able to find it because the only post we can even find recently in the hearted tags thats actually about heartedness is one we made today.

We've went on about how the term "alterhuman" isn't just for otherkin content before. We're sad the tag for it has less variety than the community really encompasses. Yes, otherkin are alterhuman and have the right to post there--no one is saying they don't--but a lot of the times people post "alterhumanity is about being an animal and no one knows" or something when it's definitely not always the case. Alterhuman isn't the same as nonhuman. I want to see more diversity and acknowledgement that there can be other alterhuman identities aside from identifying as an animal. As an umbrella term, alterhuman encompasses a lot more than nonhumanity and I don't like that even the hearted tags are covered in unrelated material.

I really think that non-kin and human+ or just plainly still human identities that fall under the alterhuman umbrella need to be acknowledged and respected enough to not be flodded out of their own tags.

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

trying to psych myself up to finally do oc refs by doing fandom-related refs instead: volume 1

wanted to update my yuma from whatever tf this au is so he was a bit more unique... takes inspo from a lot of different things while also trying to be its own sorta thing? which is fitting given the au ;)

bonus chibi now that i'm also figuring out how tf to do chibis lol:

[torgawl]

#all I know is that Celestia needs to rethink what they qualify as a 'lone seelie survivor' cause man do they keep popping up#and by god do they all do the most fucked up shit when in love#like I get the ban on seelie romance now#it was for the people's safety#and we've only been seeing the results of watered down seelies/kin imagine a full powered seelie in love #an underground seelie organization in Snezhnaya that hates the cryo archon would be so funny#like what the hell did SHE do

truly!!! isn't the tsaritsa the archon of love, too? it's a funny concept that they would have beef ahah but yeah, i do not know if they are actually connected to the seelies, one could imagine they would have similar goals after the heavenly principles basically wiped them out?! pondering

#in the Perinheri book the name khaenri'ah wasnt used was it?#it was a land established before the domestication of birds and yet the Alberich clan was already well respected...#did they rename their society after the fall of the Crimson Moon dynasty?

#fed from an unknown source... a beautiful dragon of jewels...#black dragon that spews red poison and the dragon that was fought on Fischl's summer island play#a transforming knave with powers that burn away peoples memories and Princess Fischl who forgot the land she ruled #'if you still care for humanity than drink from this cup' and so the crimson moon's king did#it was something like that wasnt it?#then I wonder#what led to that decision? had the dynasty known for taking in children from beyond their realm already learned forbidden knowledge?#and to spare the rest they took themselves out much like the snake in inazuma?#but they wanted to see the fall of the Eclipse dynasty as well though... hmmmmm...

that line from crimson moon semblance reminds me so much of this line in "a drunkard's tale".

it matches the "unknown source" and considering the abyss is linked to forbidden knowledge maybe the leader of khaenri'ah did indeed drink that wine, literally or metaphorically. it's also curious that - if "benevolant master who commands all" and "leader of khaenri'ahn noble families" are the same person - that his bloodline has gone blind in one eye, according to the weapon description. and some khaenriahns do indeed hide one of their eyes, although i don't think it's ever implied they're actually blind. again, not sure if this is a literal description or not since fictional books aren't trustworthy sources of information. the weapon also says during this time, before the pitch-black sun covered the underground, "the ancient honorable clan ruled the vast kingdom". could this be the alberich? the text goes on to say "by the time the pitch-black sun shone upon all, the name of the crimson moon faded", which i assume means the crimson moon was forgotten, even in khaenri'ah. was the irminsul affected during the "clan-extinguishing disaster"? they also divide people into impure, the ones who suffered the curse, and the spotless, untouched by fate. arlecchino references the balemoon as a curse, if kaeya doesn't have the power of the balemoon, it would mean (by that logic, if it makes any sense) he is untouched by fate - which could be connected to why he's the last hope of his people. obviously it's hard to talk about timelines and dynasties as we don't exactly know how long the crimson moon dynasty lasted or what cause the shift in the first place. irmin was also supposedly the last king of khaenri'ah but are we even sure there was another one considering there seems to be a connection between forbidden knowledge and the crimson moon?

diluc mentioned in the lore of "wings of concealing snow", nice!!

you know, i wonder if the owls in this story are connected to the underground intelligence network that contacted diluc in snezhenaya. his character story definitely refers to the "observer" as a third-party entity, considering diluc's distaste for the fatui, the abyss order and the knights of favonious we can rule all those options out of the way. the way they don't go into detail about it or even go as far as saying its name, mentioning how secretive they are, i assume they're not a group we've met/are aware as of yet.

going back to "wings of concealing snow" though, the story is very clearly about sal vindagnyr. the description separates the population, if i can call it that, in two different groups: falcons and owls. owls are described almost as if they were councelors while falcons are described as ambitious, with the desire to rule the skies.

from the information we have of sal vindagnyr, we know there's 3 important figures with higher hierarchy: the princess (prophetess and highly connected to the frostbearing tree), the scribe and the priest-king (the princess' 'father').

the princess was able to foresee the future - for example, she foretold what would much later happen with durin - and painted the murals we can still see in dragonspine. she was specifically called a lovely maiden and described as having beauty and skill that was thought to be as eternal and pure as moonlight. it's also relevant to point out the frostbearing tree was very likely an irminsul tree. if we know anything about symbolism in genshin is that moonlight, knowledge and the ability to foresee the future are all key-words that directly point to seelies. and we can parallel this princess directly to someone like sibylla, mentioned in remuria as advisor of god-king remus, who appears as a golden bee and who protected the irminsul where an ancient civilization was located in the abyssal depths. the form of these remuria bees are very akin to what seelies look like and there's also heavy implications she was a seelie. it would make sense that someone overlooking the irminsul tree in ancient dragonspine was also a seelie, or at least related to one somehow.

as for the concept of priest-kings, they're not something exclusive to sal vindagnyr. we've seen the exact same depictions of crowned individuals guiding populations in tsurumi island and the concept was also talked about in the "guilded dreams" artifact set (the set focuses on king deshret and a sumeru desert civilization).

i think it's not that crazy to think ancient civilizations had similar social foundations. the way seelies cohabited with humans, also learned from the chasm lore, implies they guided humanity in some way as divine envoys (words used in "flower of paradise lost", artifact set about nabu malikata). or, more specifically, advised civilizations' gods/kings.

the wings' description also goes on to talk about "birds of the land of the wind" and say the owls gained dominion in the absence of light while fledgeling birds stayed in their nests. this happened after the nail was casted upon sal vindagnyr and the darkness drowned the land (likely the abyss, in reference to forbidden knowledge). if owls and falcons are adult birds in this story, maybe the fledgelings refer to the basis of what would later become the mondstadt civilization. the line "the nestlings would never know who it was who saved them" followed by "the dragon ... would also be forgotten" imply the saviour of the people was someone who ended up being forgotten. as far as i'm aware, there's only one being who was worshipped in mondstadt and ancient civilizations like the one in enkanomiya who ended up forgotten, istaroth. so, there's that!! i also thought it was interesting that the owls that "once shone brightly in the darkness" would also end up with the same fate, although there's no mention they ever disappeared, which brings me to the next point.

"a flash of red flames would reveal his silhouette for but a moment in the darkness of the night, before he disappeared in an instant" sounds a lot like what the owls were like to the people of mondstadt. diluc also only started his darknight hero endeavours after he returned from snezhenaya, after entering the secret organisation and rising quickly in its ranks. and guess who, in the manga, wears an owl mask? an owl is also diluc's constellation and these are diluc and kaeya's respective voicelines in the section "interesting things":

coincidence that kaeya associated the owl with dragonspine? moreso, some of diluc's voicelines are very intent on judgement/punishment: "time for — retribution!" or even "lay waste to the wicked!" which parallels fischl's "no rest for the wicked...". fischl has also said the retribution voiceline in "summertime odyssey". these are interesting parallels because fischl from "the legend of the shattered halberd" and "flowers for princess fischl" has a red eye - auge de der verurteilung or eye of judgment/condemnation - and her mission is to observe and weave the threads of fate. fischl not only parallels kaeya but also king irmin, though it's still interesting this theme is also connected to diluc. but how does this connect to dragonspine? this is the ending line in the description of "wings of concealing snow".

whatever that "greater trial" is, it also implies some sort of payback towards celestia and/or the abyss. as for who are the "we", if not the seelies who got basically wiped out from teyvat, i can only think of the owls.

at last, i want to leave here the messages found in the scribe's box found in dragonspine that clearly belonged to the scribe in sal vindagnyr:

the first message shows resentment towards the skies (it almost sounds like tsaritsa's desire to burn the old world described in the cryo gemstone). the second message refers dust and wind which are very suspicious words considering they can be connected to concepts like alchemy, khaenri'ah and either the anemo god or the god of time. it also shows intent in finding imunlaukr (the hero from another land that left sal vindagnyr to fight what i assume was the abyss during the conflict). the fourth message directly states this person was the last to survive and that it made no more sense to keep watch (of what? the fledglings like the owls?), probably meaning this person left dragonspine. and, in the last message it directly references khaenri'ah's establishment and early days. could this person have fled to somewhere outside of teyvat, away from the gods, like khaenri'ah? this really isn't that surprising when we have in account sal vindagnyr and khaenri'ah share the same written latin-based language.

i actually went a bit more in depth about sal vindagnyr and imunlaukr on this twitter thread, if anyone cares, but i'm going to include here part of it. the name imunlaukr means "sword", being a direct reference to the god ullr - step-son of thor and the son of lady sif. sif was famous for her beauty and unique golden hair, said to be inherited by her children. genshin's imunlaukr went on to pass his name on to a clan in mondstadt that was known for raising brave and gifted warriors that fought hard and died young. the clan adopted their progenitor's viewpoint that combat was merely for the entertainment of the gods and as such would fight anyone and anything for the sake of fighting, as well as enact war tales. do you know who else is a sword, happens to be blonde and has connections to khaenri'ah? dainsleif, which translates to dáinn's heirloom. dáinn (or dain) means 'dead' and he's a character in norse mythology. most of the tales relating to him depict him as a dwarf or king of elves. hehe, break time to introduce fun facts about nibelung. the term in legend has usually referred to either a group of humans or a group of dwarves but the name in genshin is likely derived from richard wagner's four-part opera der ring des nibelungen "the ring of the nibelung", in which the dwarf (or nibelung) alberich creates a ring capable of controlling the world, using gold he stole from the rhinemaidens (or rheintöchter "rhine-daughters"). the conflict that arises over the ownership of this ring eventually leads to the destruction of the gods and their home. continuing with dainsleif, in myhtology, the sword is involved in a so-called eternal battle between kings, initiated by one man falling in love with and running off with another's daughter. dainsleif was forged by the dwarves whose god/king was alberich, and the sword was cursed with insatiable bloodlust and would not be able to be sheathed until it had killed and any wound caused by the sword would never be able to heal. maybe the connection between imunlaukr and dainsleif is a stretch - timewise, it wouldn't really make sense as dain seems to be exclusively from the eclipse dynasty but khaenri'ah was somewhat recent in the scribe's notes - but i really don't think the connection between khaenri'ah and sal vindagnyr is.

furthermore, dainsleif is called "bough keeper", a bough being a branch of a tree - like the irminsul. if you notice his design, one of his arms has blue lines akin to those in irminsul trees. blue lines also appear in his and pierro's mask. the introduction to his character is written by a self-proclaimed prophet and mentions the desire to see the skies burning - like the message in the scribe's box - as well as desire for atonement of bygone mistakes and mentions of alchemy (gold being the end goal as it's related to reaching the magnum opus and the philosopher's stone - elixir of life and immortality). the symbol the angel figure in dragonspine's mural is handing to the humans resembles a circumpoint, that can represent gold. it's also something that appears associated with rhinedottir in one of the videos about the hexenzirkel (which makes sense as she's such a proeminent figure related to the art of khemia and khaenri'ah, very much associated with the cataclysm).

not sure what the conclusion of all of this is but i don't think it's impossible this underground intelligence network and the owls might be something connected, directly or indirectly, to the person from sal vindagnyr that might have fled dragonspine all those years ago or even khaenri'ah. could diluc and kaeya work more closely together than we think? considering the third-party observer that rescued diluc is said to be from the north when that supposedly happened in snezhenaya, does this mean this north they speak of is beyond the land of the tsaritsa?

note: i wanted to make some type of connection to the book "anecdota septentrionalis" or anecdotes of the north, as the book not only talks about snezhenaya but also tells a very fantastical and non-sensical story that includes other nations but i understood very much zero about it other than the fact that north from where the major plot takes place there's a tall wall in the middle of the sea stretching into the sky with countless densely packed human figures suspended "and though they had neither bodies nor muscles, their forms could clearly be seen". whatever that means, so i can't really make any inference to what it beyond snezhenaya.

note 2: forgot to mention but owls besides being birds associated with wisdom, in sumerian, akkadian, and babylonian culture, are also associated with lilith. she was theorized to be the first wife of adam and is cited as having been "banished" from the garden of eden. it's just a fun fact if we think of seelies, divine envoys who are symbols of wisdom and guidance, that got punished by the heavens after their ancestor married a traveler from afar.

[copperbadge]

So, I got tagged in a post, and I wrote a bit of a novel in a reblog in drafts, and then I realized that probably it wasn't for the best to post up All That Nonsense when the OP was just making a funny post about Wikipedia's fundraising. And it is a funny post! So I'll link here to the post and where I was tagged but I decided to put my thoughts here. Please take this as a hint to be respectful of OP and the person who tagged me both :)

I will say my initial reaction to seeing Wikipedia selling merch AND asking to be in your will was "Well, they're trying something." It's just such a weird topic to bring up, it's hard to be graceful about it, so I think what they were doing was probably the best you can do.

And the response did make a lot of the points I'd make about making a will and such. In fact, FreeWill is what I made my will with and we recommend them to our donors.

There was a study that came out a decade ago or more, so my numbers probably aren't accurate, but the statistic that knocked me back was that most donors who leave surprise large bequests (gifts to charity in their will) give an average of $17 a year during their lives. So there's likely a reason that Wikipedia is targeting users and not huge donors.

It's an ongoing issue that most people also don't document their bequests. By all means, leave money to charity in your will, they will be happy to have it, but they will be even happier to know ahead of time.

Perfect example, THIS WEEK we got a check for six figures from a woman's estate. It was an eyebrow-raising amount of money for us. My boss, who handles both "eyebrow raising money" and "gifts from dead people", immediately went to look her up in our database.

Which she is not in. We had no idea this woman existed. Never gave to us before.

Had we known she was leaving us this money, my boss would have made sure she understood how grateful we were and like, bought her lunch a couple of times a year, and when she did pass we would have known who to reach out to in order to offer our support.

Instead, he came to me and said, "I have a name and an address," and I set to work to find out why she gave and who we could thank. I found her obit, but she didn't die of anything related to our work. Using information from the obit, I confirmed none of her family were in our database either. I looked up her second husband, mentioned in the obit, and his obit said he died of lung disease, which told me that this gift is because she lost her husband.

This helps because I knew from her obit that they had a blended family; they didn't have any kids together but they each had kids when they married, all of whom are now like, my age. So we want to thank her kids but we want to make sure her stepkids, who lost their dad, get a specific kind of outreach as well. I told my boss their names and he said one of the husband's kids was listed as the executor of the will, but there was nothing (surname-wise) to indicate they were related. I found contact information for that person, and my boss was able to reach out to her. She didn't realize we didn't know about the bequest, and now she and her siblings are talking to us about their dad and their own health while her stepsiblings, whose mother left us this very generous gift, are getting condolences and thanks and getting to say how she will be thanked in our documentation.

And I mean, that's why my job exists, to fill in those blanks. We just...would really like to have told her thank-you while she was alive.

SO! The moral of the story is: please consider leaving money to charity in your will if you can, use FreeWill to make your will (they will also help you document your gift) and let the charity know you're leaving them an estate gift. Not only will you maybe get cool swag but especially if it's a concern close to your heart, you'll get to build your relationship with the charity.

[simping-overload]

hi how are you? If requests are still open can I request headcanon for Transformers Prime? (predaking, shockwave and megatron) with a reader who is literally a dragon? The reader has kept a Cybertronian relic for a long time.

Megatron, Shockwave, and Predaking with a Dragon! S/O

a/n: sorry for taking an ungodly amount of time to get to this, hope you like it!

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tags: GN reader, dragon reader, robot x monster/dragon relationship, reader isn't suggest to be a human at all. reader isn't described to be verbal but assume they have a way to communicate, dragon hoards, fighting, mention of blood and animal death(just hinted), romance!!!!

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Megatron —

finds you fascinating, often he can find himself just staring. taking in your beauty and the power the radiates off of you.

of course, he'd like to have you fight for his cause. an advantage for one, and he simply loves seeing you fight.

he'd love to have you train with him. That would depend on your size, though. he knows better than to try to fight. that would be roughly the same size as his ship. (He's a sore loser when he loses btw.)

beware, he might treat you like a pet if he had you at his feet while he pet the rough skin and scales alongside your body. he may accidently go onto a power trip with you

however, feel more than free to put him back in his place. you're much stronger than him at the end of the day

When you show him your hoard, he's intrigued. He views it as a trophy room, like the one he once had from his gladiator days.

If the relic isn't useful to him, he'd let you keep it, but if it is, he will take it from you, regardless of your protest.

Shockwave —

of course, he takes a scientific interest in you. collects your scales you shed, examines your claws, and likes to scale just how strong your fire is and a lot of other things.

His sharp claws are perfect for preening, especially in the stubborn hard to reach places. while he doesn't admit it and claims he only does it to collect them, shockwave finds it very relaxing.

he wouldn't bother trying to fight you, he'd however would like to fly with you. moslty flying out to places that have predacon fossils or lost Cybertronian relics.

he likes to observe how you fly with or against the winds, taking down notes as your body adjusts to flying in high or low altitudes.

When you showed him your hoard, he was indifferent. he saw no point in hoarding objects that wouldn't benefit you.

as he looked around your domain, he picked up and fiddled with some items that he was interested in.

upon finding the relic he asks to take it, if you say no, he'll simply scan the core things he needs from it and leave it there, but if you say yes, he'll have a ball. he might give it back to you once it served it's purpose.

Predaking —

at first, he'd thought of you as a threat. somone who would take his place as a king. it wasn't until he, of course, grew closer and got to know you were he dropped these thoughts.

if your size is similar or doesn't have a very drastic difference, he'd love to spar or play fight with you.

he has no way to consume animals, but he'd love to go hunting with you or watch you hunt, to say the least. finds the way you move with such grace and precision is simply amazing to him.

he likes the difference between his metal and your scales. Feeling your body up against his is an odd sensation but very much welcomed. he's godly at preening your scales and would do anytime anywhere.

flying with you is one of his favorite pastimes with you. he most definitely tries to show off his flight capability as well, doing a wide variety of tricks and flips.

courting dancing/flights are a must. he's unfamiliar with his, but they're so engraved into his(the former kings)muscle memory that he'd remember as he went on with the courting.

when you respond with a dance of your own, he's smitten 10x again. Likes to learn your dance if you'd teach him.

also during courting and even after or before he likes bringing you gifts. Random trinkets he thinks you'd find joy in having.

upon being introduced into your hoard his is amazed. It was one of the most beautiful places he has seen.

unless the relic relates to him, he wouldn't bother doing anything with it, simply leaving it there alone unless shockwave may request it.

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Yandere Bachira/ Yandere Shidou + Obsessing Over Their Agent

Giving into their egos at the end of Blue Lock, they're used to getting everything they wanted and what they wanted next...was their cute little agent who handled their public relations and contracts♡

Characters: Bachira Meguru, Shidou Ryusei

Bachira:

"You're staring again."

Bachira blinks at your words, dazed as he slowly was brought back to reality. Huh, he must've zoned out staring at your face again. Your sharp (e/c) eyes focused on your phone, your stoic expression making his heart beat a bit more quickly in his chest, and your hair which was all fixed up and neat was just begging for his fingers to come through it with how it looked. He tilted his head to the side cutely and closed his eyes, flashing you his most charming smile.

"Can you blame me?" He chuckled, moving his way over to you. With lightning fast reflexes, you stuck your foot up in the air to stop him while still focusing on your task at hand as he whined and tried to pinch your cheek. He pouted after a few unsuccessful minutes and frowned, "Aw! You're no fun, (Y/n)-chan!"

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes but you did respond to him.

"Sir, don't be misinformed; this relationship is purely professional. I am your agent, you are my client. That is all." You spoke sternly to him as if he were a child, "Now, let's get you ready for that commercial shoot."

Just a client, huh?

Bachira sighs and holds his chest where his heart would be and looks at you with his big yellow puppy dog eyes: "That hurts, (Y/n)! After everything we've been through!"

Again, his attempts were met with silence and he frowned, seeing that you were still focused on your phone. That's not fair, (Y/n), so many people would've absolutely killed to be in your shoes in this moment and you have the audacity to brush him off? Fine, he'll just have to make it clear that there was no one else but you.

- He makes everything difficult for everyone if it doesn't involve you, he's still likeable, but everyone just talks about how he's a bit too energetic to stay still. You can't tell how many times make up crews, directors, and training coaches or even other players had to shyly come up to you and make Bachira comply with their wishes because "he behaves when you're around".

- Many times Bachira tries to make it appear you two are a couple; telling you that he loves you as you do his foundation for his upcoming interviews, excitedly running at you in between commercial breaks to ask you if he did well, and often wanting to take you out for casual outings as celebration but you declined. You didn't want to feed into whatever delusion he had in his head about you two.

- You tried to be a bit personal and suggest he try out some sports modeling, casually mentioning how a current model heart throb was interested in collaborating with him in hopes that it'd be enough to get him to move on but he frowned and shook his head. NO! He's not posing for pictures with anyone, especially not for some random model, if its not you!

- Even though you're in charge of his social media; he will still post pictures of you to his own account, admiring how cute you are when you're in the zone, or just captioning the photo with a simple: "Mine♥️💕" and even though you tell him to delete those photos everytime, you feel a bit uneasy when you realize you didn't even notice him pulling out his phone and getting these photos until he tagged you in them. You just hope he doesn't have anymore photos of you that you didn't know about.

- Bachira is without a doubt obsessive, he gets giddy when you call him because he believes one of these days you'll wake up and realize you love him back just as much, only to be slightly dissapointed when you are merely calling him to discuss contract details. That's fine, though! One of these days you're going to have to face the reality that you two were meant to be together♡

- You're just like him after all! It's just that you want to dominate a different field than him. Your goals are similar, be the best that Japan has to offer, making sure that Bachira succeeds on and off the field helps ensure your own success, and while you didn't want to deal with his annoying behavior all the time; it'd be a foolish choice to quit working for him. You think that he knows that too because he'll always try to test the waters of your relationship, never really believing your threats of switching to a different player.

- Because even if you didn't love him, you needed him, just as he needed you. Surely you'll end up loving him back, though, after all: there was no one else in his eyes besides you. So he'll work hard to be the best, not just for Japan, but for you. Each goal he makes, he looks at you and sees the briefest smile on your face and it drives him wild the rest of the game to keep scoring and scoring.

- Don't think you've tamed the monster inside of him, though. Because it'll never be truly satisfied until it finally has you. All of you.

Shidou:

"Why're you buying flowers for that asshole?"

You felt a shiver go up your spine, feeling Shidou's sharp chin resting on your shoulder and feeling his warm breath on the back of your right ear, he was still a little sweaty from his daily drills and workouts...technically, he should've been working out still but his fitness coaches knew the moment you stepped into the room that he wouldn't be able to focus on anything but you.

"Technically, you're buying him flowers," You corrected, moving away from him. He raised an eyebrow but kept a deadpan face as you turned around to explain to him, "Shido, you're already controversial. You played way too hard and broke that man's ankle. Sending flowers is the least you could do."

Aw, give him some credit...he could've done a lot worse if he wanted too but he managed to restrain himself from doing that, all for you. Plus, it was entirely the other guy's fault anyways. That asshole was eyeing you up and down when you weren't looking and jokingly told Ryusei that he wished he had an agent that was as hot as you were instead of his current old and grumpy one. Shido knew he had the best things: the best cars, the best shoes, the best career a soccer player could ask for...but you were different. You were one of the things he had that made him the best, flipping his controversies into picturing him as this passionate player whose just motivated to represent his country, but you were meant for only him to admire. Everyone else is allowed to stare at you two with envy and jealously but that's ALL.

"I'm not sending him no damn flowers and neither are you." He scoffed, taking your phone from your hand and canceling the order. You frowned and tried to grab it back from him, he raised it above his head am to force you to reach for it and when you raised one arm and stood on both your tippy toes, he used his free arm to hook it around your waist and pull you close to him. Pining you against the wall, his pink eyes focused on you in a way that a predator would eye its prey.

"Quit thinkin' about some nobody player. You're MY agent."

- Before you, Shidou went through a lot of agents. Agents who quit on the spot because he was impossible to work with, agents who just stormed out of the doors because they couldn't take anymore, agents who still badmouth him to the public and feeding into his reputation.

- Then you walked in through those doors. Steely gazed, chin up and proud. You were cute, that's for sure, but you weren't gonna be any different then the rest of them. At least, thats what he had originally thought. You never lost your mind over the way he played, you never complained about how he was making your job impossible, and you never lost your cool.

- You were a professional at your job, you knew how to make him appeal to the audience and frame him in a better light while also making sure he didn't have to change too much...because he would never change. So you would work with what you had, how did the saying go? There's no such thing as bad publicity.

- Unlike Bachira, you just being there isn't gonna make him behave. If you're gonna make him do some lame ass photoshoot then he better be getting something out of it. At first it was just things like arranging a deal with a brand he liked, setting up a soccer match with some good players only for him to absolutely ruin them. He started to like you because of those things.

- However it escalated one day when he asked for something that took you off gaurd. A kiss. It was for an interview and he refused to let anyone touch him so they all ran crying to you, he instantly looked at you as you put a gentle hand on his shoulder and asked him what he wanted this time so you both could get through this.

- He didn't even really think about it either, he was a little shocked when he said it himself but he was just mesmerized by your lips that he wondered what it'd be like to kiss them. So he wanted to find out. You were flustered, rightfully so and tried to bargain with him but he was dead set on that kiss...oh well...it was one measly kiss. So you kissed his cheek and he frowned, not exactly what he wanted but you did give him what he wanted technically.

- But yeah, that just kinda sparked his obsession with you and his obsession isn't what you should be concerned about. It's his possessive nature, you work for him so you belong to him. He doesn't like you talking to other people most of the time, constantly grabbing your phone and hanging up important calls when the conversation goes somewhere he doesn't like or deems isn't as important as him.

- Shidou knows he doesn't love you but love isn't exactly on either of your radars since your focused on your career, which only does well as long as Shido's does well. It doesn't stop him from looking at you tying his tie for him, imagining you doing something more intimate than a mere kiss on the cheek, to take you out on fancy dates and buy you nice things and all the crap (he's tried before but you always refuse) and when he wakes up in the morning, he wonders how different it would be if you were next to him. He might love you but overall, it's a matter of possession. You belong to him. No one else.

[viinchester]

Dexter :: Masterlist

Welcome to my Masterlist for all things I've created regarding the TV Show “Dexter”! I will try to keep this as updated as possible.

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1. Last Updated On

September 23, 2024

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2. Requests

Requests are OPEN for the following characters:

Dexter Morgan

Brian Moser/Rudy Cooper

You can try to request something for characters that aren't on this list as well, however it's much less likely that I'll actually write for them.

On how or what to request, please check out My Main Post About Requesting!

3. 🌶️ ☔ 💥 🧸 🕳️ 🎭 🔞

I use one or more of the 7 emojis to give you a better understanding of what the content involves. Here's a guide on what they mean:

🌶️ ➞ Smut, usually contains sexual content and/or physical intimacy

☔ ➞ Angst, usually contains emotional pain of some kind and/or evokes sadness/melancholy

💥 ➞ Action/Violence, usually contains fast-paced events and/or physical conflict, often with graphic descriptions

🧸 ➞ Fluff, usually contains feel-good situations with a focus on comfort and/or affection

🕳️ ➞ Dark Stuff, usually contains heavy, disturbing, and potentially triggering topics (Mental illness, (sexual) abuse, trauma, etc.)

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4. Writing Masterlist

Brian Moser/Rudy Cooper:

✒ Haunted Reflections

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Summary: You head to your routine appointment for a readjustment of your prosthetic leg at the Miami prosthetics clinic. This time, however, you are met with Rudy Cooper instead of your usual doctor. Unbeknownst to you, his dark secrets lie hidden beneath the surface, and you’ve unwittingly captured his undivided attention and care.

Warnings: References to Violence and Murder, mentions of Stalking, Trauma (related to losing a limb & violent incidents), Obsessive Thoughts, Unhealthy Behavior, graphic descriptions in thoughts of Gore (Violence, Bloodshed, a bit of Body Mutilation), Moral Ambiguity (we're talking about Brian Moser here, hello?), Insults (like a single word lol), mentions of Drugs (two sentences, nothing about taking them), mentions of Death

Word Count: 3.271

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✒ Shape Of You

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Summary: Brian takes care of your injury after you've taken a nasty fall, however you can't help but feel like something's off about the situation. Unaware of his dark thoughts and oblivious to the deeper manipulation at play, you clear your mind by focussing on his comforting presence, and things quickly get heated.

Warnings: Mentions of an injury and that it's being taken care of (nothing too graphic), Depictions of Sexual Content (Minors DNI!), Rough/Intense Sexual Content, could be considered Dubcon by coercion (not really imo, but just to be on the safe side), Themes of Possession and Objectification

Word Count: 3.271

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Dexter Morgan:

✒ Nothing yet

5. Gifs Masterlist

⏯ Nothing yet

6. Tag List

I don't have a tag list yet. If you want to be tagged in the future for anything specifically (all writings for a specific character for example), feel free to let me know and I'll create one and put you on it!🙏🏼💞

[thomasthetankieengine]

Tankie/Campist blog drinking game

For whenever you're really bored or feel like getting wasted alone.

Take a shot every time:

Complaint about the very idea of voting 

Fundraiser 

Dismisses charities as corrupt

Praises Russia 

Praises China

Praises Syria

Praises Iran

Praises North Korea 

Praises Hamas, Hezbollah, or the Houthis 

Link to Grayzone article 

Suicide baiting or wishing death on other users 

Anime mention

Video game mention

Says (or implies) that Hitler or Mussolini were elected 

"Death to America" (take an extra shot if user is an American) 

Treats Muslim and Arab as synonyms or near synonyms

"Death to Israel"

Dismisses misogyny as not real or unimportant

Dismisses antisemitism as not real or unimportant

Calls Jews white (especially if it's in relation to Israel) 

Complaints about white people when user is also white 

User is not American, but is very invested in American electoral politics  

Complaining about "homonationalism" (by which they mean talking about homophobia in any place other than Western Europe, Israel, or the Anglosphere. If you do this you are implicitly arguing for an invasion ... somehow)

Complaining about neoliberalism, when it's plain they're using the term incorrectly (neoliberalism actually refers to support of free market economics, shrinking the size of the state, and privatizing public or government-owned industries)

Complaining about Zionism

Uses phrase "imperial core" 

Uses phrase "global south"  

Reinvents idea of social fascism. (Take an extra half shot if they don't note how that worked out poorly for German communists in the 30's)

Denies mass killing or atrocity of communist or leftist regime 

Denies mass killings of non-left authoritarian regime that they want to defend for ... some reason 

Praises mass killings as long as it's of "bad people"

Vladimir Lenin mention, painting, or photo 

Joseph Stalin mention, painting or photo

Mao Zedong mention, painting or photo 

Take two shots when: 

Tantrum about someone asking them to tag graphic war footage or photos 

Dunks on anarchists

Long post with no paragraph breaks 

Anger that people aren't donating enough to fundraisers 

They seem so angry or depressed you actually worry for their well-being 

Dismisses the idea of war crimes or human rights as liberal praxis 

Presents themselves as expert on the Middle East, North Africa, and Central Asia when you're fairly sure they aren't aware that Turkey, Afghanistan, Kazakhstan, Uzbekistan, Tajikistan, Turkmenistan, Kyrgyzstan, and Iran aren't Arab countries

Drink a whole glass when:

Talks about their volunteer work

Posts links about how to volunteer at soup kitchens, homeless shelters, or co-ops

Talks about reading a book (or even just mentions one)

Disclaimer: I am NOT responsible for any liver damage you suffer. Play at your own risk.

[aclassitag]

Announcing Krem Week!

#kremweek2024 — 22-28 July 2024

background art credit: @xfreischutz [link to original post]

*text prompt list under the readmore

This year will mark 10 years since the release of Dragon Age: Inquisition! In celebration of that anniversary and the game that gave us our first trans character, here is a prompt list - and dates - for any who would like to participate! All sorts of creative content is accepted so long as they are not A/I generated. (See examples below)

*If you want to portray Maevaris Tilani instead, that is also fine!

Please read the guidelines!

If you have any questions, reply to this post and I will do my best to answer :)

Prompt list:

1 — Anniversary 2 — Euphoria / Expression 3 — Casual / Formal 4 — Family / Love 5 — Respite / Fight 6 — Play / Satiate 7 — (Free space!)

Guidelines:

Use the tag: #kremweek2024 (@ this blog is fine too) — If you want to portray Maevaris Tilani instead of Krem, that is also welcome! Please @ me so I can rb :) For non-Tumblr folks that somehow got here: You may post submissions, please link your socials. You may choose one of two prompts in a day or do both. You may also combine as many prompts as you want from any or all of the days into a single work, just mention it somewhere.

Types of content allowed:

Illustration and writing are the most obvious forms of art allowed, but they're not the only ones! Literary arts fanfics, drabbles, poetry, plays, lengthy headcanon/meta posts (for headcanon and meta posts, minimum of 100 words+) Visual arts doodles, paintings, graphic design, photoshop memes, photography, animation, tiktok skits, abstract, fiber arts (embroidery, knitting, etc), ceramics Audio art fanmixes(curated playlists), original or cover songs Other crafts are also welcome! e.g. culinary, resin, woodworking, etc etc ..essentially, whatever type of art it is, I'll accept it so long as it falls within rules and is related to Krem or Maevaris :) For things that are more abstract, do include an explanation of your thought process on how it relates to Krem. E.g. you made Krem's Seheron Fish Wrap or Rice Pudding, take photos of your cooking, and post that (with the explanation that it is Krem's recipes) - that's an acceptable submission! You're allowed to explore different mediums everyday! You don't have to stick to one form of art for the whole week. I will be attempting to schedule reblogs in the 'prime time' for engagement, and in the interest of fairness, things like headcanon posts, fanmixes, and WIPs will not take priority in that time slot over fully rendered illustrations or complete fanfics. They will still be reblogged, but scheduled for other time slots.

Content Rules:

No A/I generated content. (Specifically GenAI content) As above, any and all forms of art is welcome. It must be human made, and by you. The whole point of working off a prompt is to explore a creative process, anyway - do yourself a favour and just enjoy making something! It doesn't have to be pretty! No reposting of other people's works. This must be your own creation. Obviously, no transphobic content. No harrassing others over their specific headcanons - be it in regards to any trait or quirks that come with being a person. People come in all sorts of wonderful variety, please respect that. In addition to above: No whitewashing, racism etc. Please note that Krem is not pale-skinned in canon, and I will not be reblogging content of him being portrayed as pale. 18+ works need to be labelled. On this blog, its tagged as "#adult art". Please add content warnings as appropriate. (E.g. portrayal of binding with bandages should have a warning label of "cw: unsafe binding", etc.) If your post/submission is lengthy, please insert a read more. This helps readability on the dashboard. Progress / WIPs are fine too!

General tips:

First and foremost, do what you are able to! Don't feel pressured to complete a full week if you need to take care of yourself first. Some people work on the prompts before the week even begins, and only post it day of. You are not required to do this, but if you really want to fill something for each day, this helps reduce stress day of.

Mod things:

The mod isn't from the Americas, so due to timezone differences, there may be a delay in reblogging people's works. Either way I will not reblog the moment that it's posted in order to screen properly. Posts will be queued between 30mins-1hr apart, if there are multiple entries being submitted at the same time. All submissions will also be requeued after a week for later perusal :)

[itsblasttothepast]

To my fellow Chequistas/Checolovers: you are all amazing, and I know this has hit us hard, unexpected (even when we felt it was leading this way) and poorly handled by a team that doesn't care about their drivers.

Checo looks at peace, happy and relaxed. He is different than when he lost his seat in Racing Point, perhaps because this time it was his decision, and this has been cooking for a long time. Remember when we said Checo had been more outspoken about the team's issues with the car and the failures? When he yelled at Bird? When he marked the mistakes over the radio? Checo knew he had to make a choice for himself, instead of just staying and being miserable.

I'm happy he decided to put himself first this time, and even when there's the possibility of retirement after this, I feel he wants to retire in his own terms and with a different taste than this 2024 left.

So if you need time to regroup, to feel better and assimilate this, we are going to be here for you. If you decide you had enough and move on to other things/fandoms, that's okay too, and if you want to come back we are here with open arms. We are a supportive community, Checo has taught us the importance of being positive, never give up and keep our dreams.

For my part, I'll keep posting Checo things, updating about his social media things, and making joked about the drivers. I'll still ship Chestappen, Chewis and Hulkenrez, and I hope the authors who write amazing fics about them continue, because they're amazing and your stories cheer me up a lot.

Also I met amazing people here, and I want to continue with the conspiracy theories with my buddy @simplywrong, and having tag conversations with @your-ace-cousin-clover; I want to see @selfishpresley's posts about Checo's dick and headcanons of how to get it, and @baby-alien11 and @kirasworldofwords posts about different opinions regarding everything F1 related; I want to keep exchanging fanfic ideas (particularly Chewis) with @wishfuldivine, and seeing the Strollonso content @aston14s and Lance content @11nevergiveup11 post with some Checo appearances; I want to read @lunarprophetuwu posts about the importance of mental health and ending stereotypes, and @cherriebbyyyy posts about Carlos (I'm becoming a fan). I want to understand @vegasgrandprix Checo posts and puns, as sometimes I get lost, but it's so much fun! and see the wonderful pictures @bluebirdy04, @coffee-bulls, @rojasnn post, and exchanging opinions in spanish with @yolixpan. Seeing the amazing fanart @saicoon shares, and the sense of humor of @luna-sibuna-trying (your posts/reblogs, even when they're not F1 related, cheer me up).

And to those who are new and feel you missed the best Checo era, don't worry about it, the best is yet to come, and in the meanwhile, the Chequitas/Checolovers community will keep the Checo fever, because he's not meant to be forgotten, even the haters keep barking even when he's out of RBR.

This post is to thank you all for your amazing impact in my journey here in tumblr, I have so many people to mention, but I'm getting a little emotional and I'll ramble as usual. You made being a Checo/F1 fan a fun and wonderful thing, and I hope we can continue despite of people celebrating Checo's leaving, well, guess what? The fans stay and will continue loving him.

To those who stay, see you in the dash/inbox and messages. Those who leave temporarily, take as much time as you need and we'll be here when you come back. To those who decide to move on, I wish you the best in your journey and if you want to come back someday, we are a tag away!

Baby model Checo for all of you!

¡Gracias por estar!

[anomaly-hivemind]

The Heat Note ☆ Light Yagami x Misa Amane x L Lawliet |Kinktober Day 6

Summary: All Light wanted to do was kill L... but thanks to that damn shinigami, everything went so horribly wrong.... and ended so right.

Word Count: 10,331

WE'RE SORRY THERE ARE SO MANY TAGS

This is after trimming the tags down. they're sorted by what's related and We broke them up into paragraphs so they're a bit easier to read.

Tags: alpha/beta/omega/dynamics, omegaverse, heats/ruts, mating cycles, Alpha Light Yagami, Alpha L Lawliet, Omega Misa Amane, knotting, accidental knotting, oral knotting copious amounts of slick, Collars, mating bites, mating,  nests, scenting, pack dynamics, breeding, non-traditional,

Dub-con, fuck or die, attempted murder, mind manipulation, coercion, begging, Degradation, Gaslighting, Possessive Behavior, pining, Dom/sub undertones, porn with plot, edging, masturbation, mutual masturbation,

Humping, fingering, oral( male and female receiving), face fucking, cum swallowing, marathon sex, shameless smut, dick in vagina sex, anal, Raunchy gay sex, double penetration, Spit-roasting, Hair pulling, angry sex, rough sex, threesome, Slight Somnophilia, cockwarming, Praise Kink, overstimulation,

Aftercare, Canon Divergent, Watari is a G, mentions of death, minor character death, morally ambiguous character(s),  friends with benefits, one-shot, Cross-posted on Ao3, shinigami shit posting, original character, sex god, crack treated seriously (in the vibes)

Light was walking back to his home when his eyes landed a crimson red book on the ground, with a similar style to his Death Note.  He had the strong urge to pick it up and take it with him…so that's what he did.

He stopped in a park so he could inspect the strangely familiar book, on the front it said Heat Note, “Like an omega heat?” Light thought as he flipped the notebook open. He walked to his home,  with a slightly faster pace as curiosity started to form within him and then opened the book. On the inside of the cover, there were rules written in English.  

The heat note will not run out of pages.

The persons whose name(s) are written on this note shall go into a heat.

This note will not take effect unless the writer is in a ten-meter radius and the target is physically in the writer's vision when their names are written.   

If the target of the heat note is given a person/helper when written, then the heat note target will seek out that person they are activated. 

If the heat’s target isn't specified, the person will seek out the writer as their helper.

The person who touches the Heat Note can recognize the image and voice of the original owner, a God of Lust, even if the person is not the owner of the note.

The person in possession of the Heat Note is stuck with the God of Lust, its original owner until they die.

If the person uses the heat note a God of Lust usually appears in front of them after they use the note. 

God of Lust the original owners of the Heat Note do not do in principle anything that will help or prevent the heats in the note. 

A God of Lust has no obligation to completely explain how to use the heat note or the rules that will apply to the person who owns it.

The God of lust may or may not add or change rules at their own whims if they find that it will be more personally stimulating.  

He steps into his home, goes up to his bedroom and drops both his Death note and now the Heat note on his desk. Immediately Light gets to work disguising the book to look like any ordinary journal.  He thought for a moment if he should use this new note, who the hell would he even try it on?  

Light heard a laugh and looked behind him, there was a…strange creature. They looked like shinigami if they were a mix between some kinda sex demon with horns and a tail to add to the effect.   The shinigami gave him a wave with a sharp-toothed smile. 

“Pleased to meet you Light Yagami, I’m the Shinigami of the specialized Heat Note, you can call me Rias.” They said, cocking their head to the side, with a wide grin.

“So why does your death note specifically kill with heat?” Light asked, getting straight to the point.

“Because it’s fun, I’m sure Ryuk has told you but the Shinigami world is boring, so after I got my second death note I did a little tampering around it… And are you satisfied with that answer?” Rias asked as they clacked their nails together.

“I am, and does its unusualness end there? Is there more like I suspect to this heat note?” Light asked, spinning his pen around in his fingers. I am not satisfied. What kind of explanation was that?

“ You’re right, this is special because you don't have to have their actual name to kill them,” That surprised Light, in a good way. A sinister smile came to his face

‘This will be my chance to finally get rid of L’  Light thinks to himself loudly, his mind filled with twisted excitement. “Go on,” 

“Well just as an example, if I wanted you to have a heat and die but I knew you as Kira, as long as you personally identified with that name and I had a clear visual of you in my mind the effects would still work. However there is one caveat, the victim has to be alone, or else they won’t die.”

“Alright, well I wouldn’t be the God of the New World if I didn’t have a plan”

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Light watched from his private server as he waited for L to be incapacitated by the burning of his skin. This was all going exactly as planned and he would have L out of his life before he knew it.

Meanwhile with L

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L was sitting/standing in a chair as he ate snacks, he was fine, not a single drop of sweat or irritations in the slightest. He sneezed and looked around for a moment then went back to munching on his snacks.

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Light looks over to the screen with angry confusion, how come he wasn't burning with…well anything?  It didn’t work, but why did he not follow the rules precisely? Light opened the book back up and eyed over the set of rules.  Why wasn’t L going into heat? Did it have a wait time like the death note? Light turns to face the God of lust, his face held a great irritation. 

“What the hell, why didn’t this work” he half yelled. 

“Don’t get testy with me, Light Yagami. I won't say it worked but I won't say it failed either.” Rias said with an eerily calm smile. The forever light lightbulb in Light’s mind got even brighter as I looked back and inspected the camera feed closer. “Butttt… I think you should look at those rules one more time.”

Light quickly scans through the book again and lets out a frustrated groan as he rereads the rules, it was the rule where the radius was mentioned and he holds back a curse.  The target needs to be able to see him, and it causes him to seemingly glare at the god of lust who only seems to be amused. He looks back at the screen, and L is already gone he lets out a sigh as he realizes he would have to try again. 

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It was a couple of days since his first attempt at using the heat note and a bunch of regular death note related deaths later he decided it was time to try and use the red book again. He had a plan for his time, he was going to invite L over, lock him in a room, and leave him until everything was over, most specifically L would be over.

He sent a simple text to L, mentioning some bullshit on how he thinks he has found Kira. He smirks as he waits for the message to be read.  While he waited for L to get here he got ready to write his name down in the book.

He took a peak at the screen of his phone, his body filled with anticipation of getting rid of his rival. 

The doorbell rings and Light hides a paper of the heat note in his back pocket, while twiddling with his pen between his fingers, he holds back a laugh as he opens the door to L’s hunched-over figure. L was biting his fingernail as he walked inside Light’s home. 

“Hey L, Glad you could make it.” Light said, closing the door as L came in.

“What did you find out about Kira?”  L makes himself comfortable on the nearest chair.  Light moves to take his own seat, reaching into his pocket he touches the paper and has to hold back the urge to jump upon seeing Rias spawn out of nowhere with an unnatural grin on her face. 

Light pulled some shit out of his ass about the “likeliest” suspect. Dori Nakamoto is a man with a few things on his record but nothing crazy yet. 

“Now Light Yagami,  You know that young man isn’t guilty of your crimes,” Rias laughed and snaked onto the back of the couch. 

“Light we’re all out of apples- Oh hey Rias, haven’t seen you in a couple hundred years or so,” Ryuk said as he entered the living room.

“Oh, it’s you.” Rias snorts from the couch. Light was trying to ignore them both so he could focus on not being suspicious in front of L, especially when two shinigami were having a conversation.  

“I got here just in time for the good to bad. I couldn't help but feel a little hurt that you want to kill your biggest rival with her help” Ryuk attempted to pout, but his eyes didn’t give light to any emotions.  Light rolls his eyes and tries to pay attention to L and give him more of the information he lied about to get him to come to his place.  

“Ok but what makes you think that this guy is Kira over any other suspect?” L asked, looking at Light.

“Well with searching online I found a forum that many of Kira’s worshippers use. After tracing back the IP addresses I found Nakamoto. That isn’t enough to pin him as Kira but then I remembered that I know this guy. He’s the grandson of the investigators my father has worked alongside before. Briefly, at a company dinner, I talked to him and he has a very radical way of thinking, one that aligns perfectly with Kira. it’s not enough to arrest him however I think we may have overlooked him as a serious suspect.”

Light knew that after doing some investigation it would be a stretch for Nakamoto to be Kira, that’s why he was never all that high up on the list, to begin with. However he didn’t need time to put together a better case, L would be dead before he could look into it. 

“I’ll spell his name out for you to look him up later.” Light takes out his heat note paper, writes Nakamoto's full name down, and then writes for L on the paper before handing it over to L to have. Light holds back his smirk as he thinks about this being an easy end to his rival.  Rias was cackling to herself in the corner.

“Sayu and my mom brought me this cake, where she got it from I’m not quite sure. You want a piece?” Light asked. 

L nodded and Light went into the other room and cut a piece of cake. He let himself grin for a moment. Finally, I'll be rid of him.

L was sweating, a single bead of sweat rolled down his temple and his stance was 0.13% more relaxed than usual. He has put his snacks down, picked up his phone and looks at the time, he then gets up, cuts off the chair, and gets ready to leave the room. 

But the door ringing catches both their attention. Light goes to the door to open it and holds back a loud groan with a slight cough. The person who was at the door was no other than Misa Amane who slid her way into Light’s house. 

“Light! Aren’t you so happy to see me.!” Misa said, throwing her arms around Light.

“Yeah so happy.. Why are you here?” Light said in a dry tone even if he tried to fringe happiness. 

“I came to see you because I missed you of course” She plops herself onto his couch giving a small wave to L who was just staring at the both of them with wide eyes while also eating the dessert.

“I have to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back. “ His eye twitched ever so slightly, he turned to leave before anyone could say anything to him, he needed to gain his composure that was getting ready to slip as his anger rose due to Misa’s presence. 

Rias tapped Light on the shoulder and handed him a folded-up piece of paper. Light opened it up to see startlingly detailed drawings of him and Misa surrounded by a heart with the words Light and Misa forever underneath. Light had to control his face so he didn’t react. Tell me this isn’t what I think it is. 

“You and Misa are quite cute. Oh, I added a new rule by the way. Whenever I write down names in the note, I can control how long their heat is and whom they desire. So I want you, Misa, and L to have a good time together…” She pulls out a tiny wheel spinner from her pocket. She waits for a second to show him the options which range from twenty-four hours to a whole seven-day week period and then spins it. 

Light watches the wheel spin with a feeling of slight dread but also irritation as he watches the arrow tick through the seven entries. The wheel starts to slow down before coming to a stop, like a cruel joke. It's between twenty-four hours and one week.  But upon further staring and what Light wants to assume was cheating or at least rigged actions afoot it was a couple of centimeters in one week. 

“Oh lookie here...for the next one hundred sixty-eight hours,  unless you want to die of course,” Rias said with a shit-eating grin on her face. Light had reached his boiling point as he watched Rias leave the bathroom. 

Light clenched his fists and his eyes felt like they were going to boil and flow right out of the socket. He thought he was humiliated when L showed up at his school, well this was an all-time low. Not only was his plan ruined but now he was stuck with that meddling Rias for the rest of his life. His fingers twitched as he clawed at his hair. 

“Dammit, dammit, dammit!” He whispered loudly, he stared at the note Rias gave him with fury before ripping it all up into tiny little pieces and throwing it all in the trash. 

“Light… you okay in there,” Misa asked, knocking softly on the door. Light took a deep breath before straightening back up and fixing his hair.

“I’m fine,” He called out, he had to get it together and calm down before he went off the handle. He can do that, it's not that hard to pretend to be calm and collected.

Rias pops her head through the door while poorly holding in her laughter. “Oh one more thing, it's going to affect you more aggressively because you are the designated helper for both of your guests” She holds back a snicker before leaving to probably go listen to Light have a meltdown from outside the door. 

Light’s entire body was tense with fury and he tried not to let out a scream. He ran his hand through his hair haphazardly enough to tousle and distress in his current style. Why him, there were so many rotten individuals out there and somehow he just had to have the bad luck of .00000000145 to find the heat note.

No, if anything he was glad, it would be a problem if someone other than him had a death note, Misa was already enough.  He straightened up and combed his hair back into place, spending the next minutes trying to make himself presentable and ignoring the seething feeling that was still very much there, threatening him to come undone at any moment. Maybe it was the awareness that it was going to happen but he already felt like the feverishness was starting.

He shook it off and turned the cold knob to open the door. As he walked down the hall he could hear the chattering of Misa’s voice. 

“Okay Now hand me that pillow… yeah right there…and then we’re gonna put this here…”

When he walked into the living room he didn’t know what he was expecting, however, it certainly wasn't L and Misa making a nest. He stood in the door frame with a blank expression.  They had taken the two seater and the square ottoman and pressed them against the three-seater to make a pseudo “pit”. The throw pillows were arranged around the backs of the couches for what he assumed was extra plush. So this is really happening. He shook his head before calling out to get their attention.

“What are you two doing in my living room?” The two of them looked over at him like they had been caught committing a crime but also with a glint of excitement.

“Making a nest, it’s not nearly cozy enough in here,” Misa said with a bright smile. “Come join us,” She said, ushering him over. It’s a bit strange for an omega to so readily invite not one but two alphas to build a nest with her, but maybe the pre-heat was making us release omega pheromones?  He sniffed the air as we walked over, the air certainly did have a particularly “omega-ish” smell about it.  He could smell Misa’s soft magnolia and brown sugar scent and a softer version of L’s usual fresh linen scent. It was certainly a calming smell if nothing else.

Light came over to join them and they laid down in the finished product at Misa’s behest. The finished product had taken the mattress topper from Light’s bed along with his duvet, sheets, and pillows. Misa had a stash of blankets that she added to it as well as shoving some of Light’s worn shirts between the pillows and under the blankets.

“Is it always this hot inside nests?” L asked.

“No, Light, do you have the heat on?” Misa asked, looking over to him.

“No, you know I keep it on 21,” He answered. Satisfied with his answer or not they didn’t ask any more questions. It does feel particularly warm in here,  in fact, it did feel rather hot.

“But it is kinda hot in here I’ll cut it down a bit”  As he walked over to the thermostat to cut it down a bit he pulled on the collar of his shirt, trying to get some coolness.

Light stood there silently thinking to himself, his face blank as he internally screamed and cursed Rias for what she had put him through. Misa grabbed his hand to force him into the nest they had created even when he felt like he should have yanked his hand off her. He could picture himself blowing off the handle and slapping her and everyone else in here including the shinigami if he could manage it. But he needed to remain calm, after all this was just a minor… major setback.  The fact that Rias had put his life at risk just because she felt like it, made him pissed off more than he could fathom his rage.

Not only that but if he and Misa are out of commission for a whole week then there’s no one to write names which after L came to he would find suspicious. The fact alone that two alphas are experiencing a heat is strange enough but this is like putting a big fat target on his back. Before the full heat set in, Light had to do something fast. Since it was to keep Misa out of trouble as well then perhaps he could convince Rem to write names down but how convenient was it that he didn’t see the Shinigami anywhere.

He runs upstairs to write a few scheduled names into the death note but it doesn't take long before he gets even more affected by the growing heat, and gets called to go back down with the others.  He then goes back down the stairs with a buzzing in his head, this feeling was really starting to hit him like a train.  He stumbles down to the living room, bumping into the wall as he does before seeing a sight.

Misa and L were pressed up against each other like they were trying to subtly crawl into each other's skins.  Their eyes half-lidded as they sat next to each other when they, but mostly Misa had noticed Light standing In the doorframe. Misa beckoned Light forward to the nest, and he found himself walking over to them, his legs moving him before his thoughts could stop him.  Next thing he knows sitting beside Misa, just watching L and her cuddled up, feeling the want to join them. 

There was such a soothing aura that came from being in the nest, the soft smells emanating from L and Misa, along with the warmth of the blankets and pillows.  He moved closer and closer until he was resting his head on his hand.  It was so warm and cozy that he felt like he could fall asleep.  L was lying on Misa’s lap and Misa had moved over so that she was leaning against Light, who had no energy to protest.

Light’s hands drifted to Misa’s head and his fingers ran her through silky soft blonde hair.  Misa hummed in satisfaction, then Light started to get heavy eyes until he gave up and let them close fully. 

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Light woke up to an unbearable heat,(literally ) his body was caked with sweat that left his clothing stuck to his skin. He felt like he was going to melt, and he wanted to pry off his clothes. He brought his hands up and rubbed his eyes,  hoping to refocus himself when he noticed Misa nuzzled up against L her hands under his white shirt. As she was in the middle of taking it off of him.

Light turned his head towards them, almost unbelieving what was going on, “What the hell are you two doing?” 

The two looked over at him with flushed faces, L’s face was decorated by Misa’s red lipstick, their hair was messy and they had their hands down each other’s metaphorical pants because they had discarded the pants and underwear. Misa sits up much to L’s dismay and crawls over to Light, who is finally awake enough to start feeling angry about the fact that he was in this predicament.  

“Light~ You’re finally awake! Come join us,” she jumped into his lap and wrapped her hands around his neck. He could smell her so strongly it almost made him dizzy.  He leaned forward and breathed in the sweet scent and he found himself on her hips.  She shivers and places a kiss on his cheek and then she travels to kiss his neck.  

L was watching with half-lidded eyes and his hands falling to his cock which felt harder than ever before. His hand gently starts to spread the leaking precum from his tip, the clear liquid dripping down his shaft. He was sensitive, that was for sure and his eyes looked over to the two in front of him. 

Misa, now completely topless has taken Light's shirt off and the two were making out.  Light's hands were groping at Misa's breast and each soft sound she made was like a trigger to them both.  L tightens his grip with a moan of his own as he starts to stroke himself.  

Light felt like he was bulging out of his pants, especially with Misa on top of him.  He let go of her momentarily causing whine to leave her wet lips. Light had a deep urge to get out of his clothes which were getting soaked with sweat and tight down below. He peeled off his top and made work on the bottoms. Misa watched while giggling, she placed a kiss on his cheek before turning to glance at L who was touching himself.  She licked her lips, scooting herself in the middle between the two.

“You do it too okay,” Mika said, taking Light’s hand and placing it upon his throbbing cock. Light hissed at the touch. The feeling of anything touching him was almost too much but he craved stimulation so desperately. It was such a foreign feeling, to be this needy. 

They all lay in the back of the nest, slouching as their hands moved against themselves. L moved his hand at a slow pace with a tight grip. The excessive amount of precum that leaked from his aching cock made it easy to stroke up and down his length.

Meanwhile, Misa used her hand to spread her slick across her entire cunt, taking the pads of her fingers to add pressure on her clit, rubbing circles into the sensitive bud.  Her other hand massaged one of her breasts. Her delicate fingers knead them like dough.

 Light was getting lost in the whirlwind of thoughts flying around his head. His cock throbbed in the loose grip of his hand. He was an alpha going through a heat after all and it was a completely different feeling compared to a rut, it felt more intimate, more out of control, and more vulnerable. 

Light let out a groan, as his eyes drifted over to Misa, who was pushing a set of fingers inside her slippery folds. As soon as they entered her wet hole she let out a wanton moan.  He tightens the grip on his cock and starts to stroke himself better. Then his eyes met L's who was looking right back at him. He held back the action to kiss his teeth, a part of him wanted to blame L for them all being in his situation. But he knew that it was particularly his fault for trying to kill him using the god-forsaking book and then the other…other half knew it was Rias fault for even writing his name into the book. 

L was also in his head, he felt like he was getting closer to climax,  his balls tightening up and his dick twitched in his hand as he got ready for release.  He never thought he could feel this kinda horny right now.  L took in sharp breaths as he came, squirts of milky white fluid shot up and out landing on his torso and getting spread over his pulsating cock as he rutted up into his hand. 

Despite having just cum he was still so painfully hard, so he kept stroking himself. L twisted his wrist, trying to fulfill the abhorrent lust that consumed his entire being.  He was still sensitive but he couldn’t stop either, so he kept on. More and more and more and more and MORE.  His body demanded it of him. All he could look forward to was a sweet release in hopes that it would temper this fever.

Light on the other hand was letting out a hiss as he got himself closer, his eyes were closed as he rocked his hips into his hand. This was all their fault, he could list a bunch of reasons on how this went wrong but they all felt like that was mattering less and less as he got to his peak.  He was overcome with his desire for something more intimate so he opened his eyes to look for his target.  

He grabs Misa’s working hand and pulls her on top of him, she gets the silent messages and she gets on top of him. She pressed herself on his needy aching cock and rubbed her wet cunt, they both let out a moan. She rocked her hips slowly, loving the feeling of the head of Light’s cock teasing her clit with every moment.

Small wet noises came from the sound of her lower lips,  which were drowned with vicious slick, being parted by Light’s cock. However, the sounds of wetness were drowned out by the sweet moans from Misa. Light began to rock his hips in tandem with her, reaching up and gripping her hips.

Misa, leaned down, rolling her hips deeply. He pressed her lips to Light’s, licking his lips for entrance which was quickly granted. Their tongues writhed around together, the fleshy pick muscles twisting and wriggling with each other. 

“Fuck-” Light moaned into Misa’s mouth, he could feel her pussy fluttering just begging to be fucked, but something else was itching around Light’s brain something that he’d never thought he’d experience, something that he was going to shove to the back of his mind not to think about.

Misa pulled herself away from Light’s lips and he barely stopped himself from letting out a needy moan. No, this isn’t happening. Light thought, he shook his head, he refused to let the heat delirium get to him. Misa switched around so her back was to Light and leaned over to take L’s throbbing member out of his hand. L let out a groan as her soft warm hands began to slowly caress his schlong.

Her soft plump lips came down around the L’s tips and her tongue flicked over his hole. The taste of his salty precum took over her taste buds. As Light’s dick brushed against her clit she moaned and the vibrations made L groan. L could feel Misa smile around his length before she widened her jaw and took more of him into her mouth. Misa hollowed her cheeks out as her head bobbed up and down; her saliva sliding down and mixing with L’s precum. 

MIsa felt her legs start to shake and sat up slightly, her back arching as she let out a carnal moan. Light was rutting his cock between her folds.  Misa was bent over, ass up and pawing at L.  She takes his moist cock in her hand and brings it back up to her plush lips, L fell back, as anticipation filled him. When their eyes met a shiver ran down L’s spine at the lustful look Misa had in her eye.

  She was bobbing her head on him slowly, getting a good taste of him on her tongue. L shivered with every vibration she would make from her moans.  Light was enjoying the feeling of Misa’s lower lips pressed against her, he wanted to push himself into her but he wanted to have what L was having and he wanted it now.

“Oh!” L let out a hushed sound as he felt the familiar feeling as he gripped the messy sheets.  He squeezed his eyes tight and got ready for the satisfaction of Misa’s efforts. 

Misa lets out a pained moan as she gets yanked off of L, who lets out a few muttered curses as he cums, his load oozing out of him like a sad leaky faucet.  He lets out a string of huffs and puffs as he watches Misa get flipped over and roughly placed on Light’s tweaking shaft. He glares at the other man, his blood simmering ever so slightly as he witnesses the sight before him.  Light had a firm grip on Misa’s blonde locks and rocked his hips into her face. 

Misa was drooling as her mouth tried to compensate for the fiction of Light’s thrust, it almost caused her to choke on it with how much force he was putting into each movement. His dick bullied its way to the back of her mouth and hit the back of her throat like a bullseye. He could feel her gagging around his length, the way he thrust into her mouth was a bombardment to her senses. Her hand traveled down to rub circles to her clit and she moved her fingers in tight circles. She takes him the best she can, pretty much going limp in his lap so he can have the control he wants his hips start to stutter within her mouth.  She sucked on him as she helped him get off and she could feel her eyes roll back from the angle he was holding her in place.

Light let out a growl of pleasure as he got ready to blow his load, which he had no plans of pulling out anytime soon.  Misa could feel the slick dripping down her fingers and thighs, she felt like the start of a dam getting ready to burst.  Light slams her face onto the hilt of his cock, making sure to empty his balls, his hot seed filling her mouth and she makes sure to swallow all of it. Light’s cock swelled up at the base, her legs gave out and she slick as she was overwhelmed with her pleasure. 

 Misa’s mouth was stretched wide as she had Light’s knot in her mouth, L gripped the waist to help pull her off of Light, Her teeth scraped against his cock when the obvious popping sound when she got off of him. 

“Dammit bitch that hurt!” he cursed, before sitting down, and Misa mutters an apology while rubbing her jaw. 

The smell of sex permeated the air and the sweet sweet smell of omega, there was the new smell of Alpha. It made Misa’s inner omega preen and L’s as well? While it was strange he tried not to think much of it, it best not to fret about these things too much at the moment. The pheromones of an alpha made them want to present, they could feel slick leaking out their holes which ached to be filled.

“Light~” Misa whined, as she rubbed her thighs together. 

Misa’s pupils were blown out with need as she prompted them to fuck her.  Light moved first, he dug his fingers into her hips and backside while pushing himself into her.  His cock sunk in between her dripping walls as she clenched around him.  She lets out a moan, her back arching off the floor of the nest.  Light rolled his hips into hers, holding her waist in place as he started to thrust into her.  He picks up the pace, and every slam of his hips makes the fat of thighs and butt jiggle. Misa could feel herself molding against Light’s cock like a glove. She began meeting his thrusts, and her fingers moved back down to her clit.

 Despite Light's efforts to hold her place, Misa wiggled her hips so the pad of her fingers could get a better angle on her already sensitive bud. She stiffened her fingers as much as she possibly could so she could apply above pressure. Wet plaps reverberated around the room as Light drilled into Misa's overflowing cunt. 

The combined stimulation of Light drilling into her and her fingers circling her clit turned her brain to mush. All she could think about was trying to cum over and over again. 

“Oh yes, Yes YES!” Misa was mumbling to herself over and over as Light hit her walls with a weighted fervor. 

The heavy pheromones Misa released made L feel a bit feral and animalistic like he wanted to pounce on her at any moment. The dominating alpha scent emanating from L made Light grow and grip Misa tighter. The two dominating aromas caused a frenzied pleasure to coil up in Misa, it felt like she could come any second. 

 Misa’s moans got louder and her body trembled and she was squeezing Light’s dick in a vice grip. Light let out an unsatisfied groan as he feels Misa fluttering around his length.  He wasn't as close as Misa was and his body was hitting her with active frustration.   

L slowly stroked himself as he made his way in front of Misa’s face.  His scent right on her face makes her let out a whimper.  She opened her mouth to let out a moan only for it to become stuffed by L’s cock causing the muffled vibrations of her moans to surround L.

  Misa’s eyes rolled in the back of her head from the pure ecstasy she was feeling; the two men pushing her back and forth between them.  Misa's body tensed up as she came, yet none of that mattered to either of the men. 

A few curses slipped from Light’s lips as Misa’s warm pussy tightened around him. The grip she had on his cock made him fill her with his seed, he slapped her ass once as she began pitching back on his cock faster.  L was gently holding Misa’s chin as he thrust into her face slowly. 

Misa fell slack between them, as they both pounded into her, Light plunging into her pussy and L beating against the back of her throat.  The slick almost makes Light’s length slip out of her but it stops becoming a problem when he feels his knot start to swell.  His hips were flush against her hips as his warm cum spilled inside her. His knot fit snugly in her walls and L ran his hand through Misa’s hair before going to hold it in a loose grip.  He started to move faster.  She took one of her hands and massaged L’s balls, his head fell back as he let out a moan. 

He was getting close to filling her mouth, and L wanted to make sure that Light wouldn’t ruin his orgasm like last time so he tightened his grip on her hair.  He rocked her hips into her mouth, she could feel him throbbing in her mouth and the jittering of his balls in her hands. Misa lets out a sultry moan around his cock as he gets ready to cum, after he does his knot locks up between Misa’s teeth.  The warm liquid coats her throat as she works to swallow his cum to avoid the risk of choking on the thick concoction.  

Light slowly rocked his hips into Misa in an attempt to get his knot out of her. Misa was trembling with every slight movement either of them made inside her. L had managed to lodge his knot out of her mouth with a wet pop and gently rubbed her jaw to help soothe her.  

 Light pulled Misa back into his lap so he could sit down, pushing himself deeper into her cunt. L had fallen back on the bedding of the nest, his eyes starting to close and he fell asleep. His body is getting comfortable in the nest. Light roughly grips one of her breasts as they wait for him not to go down enough to pull out of her.  He needed something to do after all so maybe he could make her cum while they sat stuck together.  He ran down her body and along her body, as he felt her up slowly before he got to between her legs where they were connected. 

Misa tried to bounce on Light’s dick, as much as she could with Light’s knot still stuck inside her. Her fingers came up to twist and tweak her puffy rosy nipples. High-pitched moans and random babbles fell from Misa's lips as she was fucked to another orgasm. 

Her pussy squelched and gushed around Light’s cock which with a little work was now able to slide out of her as he shot a few ropes of cum to the outside of her pussy and the sweaty and slicked skin of her plushy ass 

Light’s head falls back as he tries to regain his composure and resist the urge to fuck Misa through her tired orgasm, and instead pulls out of her now that his knot had gone down enough for him to pull out,  his eyes just so happen to glance at Rias and Ryuk were casually playing cards. 

 Ryuk had a shitting-eating grin and was snorting while Rias was slamming the cards down; then she noticed that Light was looking back at them and gave him a wink, before jumping to pursuable jump Ryuk for the game they were playing. Then they both run off before he could make any subtle comments to either of them.  

They were all exhausted and they snuggled together, as they caught up on their energy. The sheets were messed up and they were using each other for warmth. Light was lying on his back, breathing slowly,  Misa’s head was against his chest and L was lying on her thighs. They slept for a few hours before one of them started to stir, L is the one waking up.  

L was trailing his way up Misa’s body, he was so horny, wrapped in a desire to do something to satisfy his urges. He slid his way between her legs, she was wet with slick, and glistening with her waterfalls of arousal she made each time she came. He licked his lips, breathing in her scent before moving in to give her an open mouth kiss. He uses the tip of his tongue to taste her, and enjoying her liquid he decides to better dive in. 

His tongue plunged into her wet cunt and like a man in the desert finding an oasis he eagerly lapped at her love juices. He could hear Misa in her sleep letting out small moans. Her voice sounded so cute and her soft sweet omega smell only made him want to ravage her further. He sank his full face in her nectar, running his tongue between her folds and pushing it into her hole. 

His fingers came up to plunge into her cunt. His ring and middle finger scissored apart to spread her creamy home open. Her slick was so sweet, he just wanted to thrust up into her and fill her with his knot.  He could taste the mixture of her slick and Light’s sperms on his tongue as he pushed his fingers deeper into her. 

“M..mhm…” Misa moaned as her eyes fluttered open.“Ryuzaki…?” Misa asked sleepily, her voice a bit hoarse and her eyes still half-lidded. 

“Shh… just… just don’t worry about me,” L said as he began sucking on Misa’s sensitive clit. Moans escaped her mouth and her fingers dug into L’s disheveled mop of black hair. She pulls him flush against her gooey slit as her eyes close for a few moments, savoring the feeling and trying to fight the sensitivity that she was still feeling before she went to sleep.  Her hips were undulating slowly as he struggled to stay still.  

He curled his fingers into her and sucked on her clit with sloppy kisses and playfully gently bites. It caused her to jump and another groggy moan left her tired body. She was rubbing her hips into L's face and yanking him forward into her as he ate her out.  L starts to hold her in place and keeps his pace, thirsting his slender fingers in and out of her sloppy entrance. her slick was drenching his face and the sheets below them. But it was not anyone's problem, they could worry about it when they didn't feel like they were burning from heat, literally being consumed with desire to be claimed and fucked. 

He works her through a surprisingly quick orgasm that had snuck up on her before it happened. She shivers and L mutters a compliment on her flavor and says sweet things in his respective way. Misa reached up a subtly took off the bite collar she had on and tucked it away somewhere between the fluff of the nest. 

“Hey Ryuzaki, you know what would really help with this situation? Biting. You should bite Light, when he wakes up he’ll feel better and totally thank you,” Misa said, hanging off L’s shoulders. 

“What about us?” L asked raising a fair point…Misa thought about it a bit before giving a lazy smile.

“We’ll bite each other of course, here I’ll show you, " Misa said, her lips coming and kissing on L’s trapezius right next to his scent glands. As her lips and pointed canines ghosted over L’s skin a shiver went down his spine. 

“Won’t that be a mate mark?” He asked.

“What? Of course not~ mate marks are higher up on the neck, trust me I’m an omega I know these things,” Misa said. It wasn’t per se that L was ignorant, far from it he was actually dead on about them being mate marks. However, the heat had turned his beautiful brain to mush and he was in a complete daze. 

Naturally, that’s how Misa ended up sinking her teeth into L’s tender flesh. He groaned at the mix of pain and pleasure. A shiver ran down his body and he closed his eyes as his body processed what was happening. Misa licked over the mark before pulling away. 

“See you don’t feel mated do you?” L shook his head. Not yet at least. He went to bite Misa and she let out a small moan. 

L bent down to where Light slept, a bit restlessly, and began kissing and licking his neck, it smelled so amazing he did feel the urge to bite him. So he did.  Light’s eyes widen and he lets out a hiss,  his side eyes L. 

“What the fuck…!” Light muttered out low curses before getting hit with a wave of the heat, and the new feeling of a mate mark forming. once L had removed his teeth out of the other man Light was quick to shove him back.  A frown on his face as he got ready to give him hell. 

“Light, what's wrong?” Misa asked, sliding closer to him. 

“What’s wrong? Ryuzaki just bit-“ Light clutched his head and he hissed. Misa came around to cradle Light’s head and began releasing more pheromones. The scent was a little dreamy and helped pacify his previous anger.

“It’s alright it was just a little nibble,” Misa said, kissing the corner of Light’s mouth. Light grumbled but Misa ignored it and continued peppering kisses on Light’s face. She tilted her head to the side exposing her scent glands that were silently calling for Light,  bite me, bite me!  They seemed to say. Light kisses Misa’s jaw, traveling his way down to her neck reluctantly as he is drawn closer to mark her.

“Bite me,” Misa said in a low seductive whisper.

“I’m not mate marking you,” Light said in between suckling hickies onto her neck, a small whimper came from her mouth before she spoke. L was silently watching them talk, his eyes switching between Misa and Light, seeing them in a new light.

“It’s not a mate mark,” Misa replied softly, Light sighed, his tongue licking over his teeth. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t didn’t want to bite Misa, he just wanted to avoid mating with her if possible. Light nibbled and nipped at Misa’s tender neck. As he went in for a deeper bite Misa suddenly shifted and he bit right into her trapezius. Misa gasped and Light’s eyes dilated as his teeth sank into her skin, he quickly pulled away.

“Dammit Misa!” Light cursed, glaring harshly at Misa, his hands flexed and his eyes twitched. His alpha was yelling at him for raising his voice at Misa, his (unfortunate) new mate and L was looking at him with a dark look. It was a warning. Only now he was seeing the marks on their necks. Misa rubbed her thighs together and Light could smell her sweet slick, of course, she was getting off on this. Light thought. 

“Misa you lied,” L said, even if he couldn't find it in his body to stay mad at his new mate. 

“Well technically no, it did make everything better right.?” She placed a hand on him and gave him a sweet smile. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be the smartest detective in the world or whatever? How did you believe her?” Light asked, looking at L with a glower. 

“Look I’m not really thinking straight right now ok,” L shrugged and massaged his fingers through his hair.

“Yeah Light, that’s just how heats are,” Misa said, defending the black-haired man. They all sat silent for a moment, it was the first time any one of them had actually said it.

“But like why are you two going through a heat in the first place, Like I’m not even due for my heat until a few more months ” Misa murmured. 

“That's actually a good question.” 

“Uh… hormonal imbalance” He was sweating, it was nervousness he was feeling but then it got worse.

Light suddenly felt extremely hot, beads of sweat rolled down his skin and his hair stuck to the sides of his face and his forehead. He laid back in the nest and wiped his arm over his forehead. His chest heaved as he tried to regulate his overwhelming fever. His hole was leaking slick and puckering around nothing. He was so unbelievably horny but it was so different from his usual horniness. He had been trying to push down the feeling but he couldn’t deny it anymore, he felt so severely submissive. 

He was holding back whimpers and whines that led L and Misa to pick up on his needs. L felt his eyes constrict as he moved closer to Light’s hole, he pushed his finger into his hole, and it gave him no problems. Light jumped at the intrusion he pushed his finger all the way in before pulling it out and getting the taste of Light on his tongue.  Then he pushes another finger in after he adds the first, 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” L starts to slowly trust his fingers and it shuts him up if only for a moment, his cock was throbbing as he felt the need to fuck the man who had his legs open for him. He licked up any of the dripping clear lubricants that came out of his hole.  He was feeling like he was having a heart attack due to the overwhelming desire to be fucked. 

He was sucking up his slick and thrusting his fingers into  Light until he watched his cock twitch from just the penetration of his fingers alone. His tongue flicked up to his balls and back down his fingers spreading open Light’s easy hole. He held back slutty moans as L’s fingers curled up to push against his oozing walls. He gets a definitive sound when L hits his prostate. Light bites his lips and covers his flushed face.  He felt like his heart was going to stop if he didn't get something more now, his heart was skipping beats as he felt like he was going cum by getting his asshole fingered. Light's ass lifts, his back arches, and his cock spasms, shooting a weak load to fall back onto him. 

“You taste so good that I have to have you now” L pulls his fingers out of his slip ‘n slide hole with a wet sound.

L rubbed his tip along Light’s hole that was soaked with slick.  Light turned his head to the side trying to hide his expression as L teased his needy hole. Light suppressed a whimper as L pushed the head of his cock into his ass. L let out a groan at the feeling of the tightness around his cock.  He slowly pushed his way into the tense entrance, L let out a groan and Light almost screamed. Misa scoots over and pats his damp hair.  Light closes his eyes to try and get used to the feeling of someone inside of him. 

“Just relax, it’s not gonna feel good when you’re clenching so tightly,” L said to Light. L starts off slow with his thrusts, as he tries to help him get used to his length filling his canal up till his hips are flushed against his. He then sped up and rocked his hips at a medium pace, while holding Light’s legs apart. Thrusting his hips in an upward motion L let out a pleasured sigh as his hips pushed in and out of the other man.  Light bit his lips to trap the noises of pleasure that itched to escape his mouth. It felt so good but he wanted more, it wasn’t enough to temper the fierce heat. Finding just the right angle L shot his fat tip right against Light’s prostate and he couldn’t help the sob that escaped from his mouth.

“Since Light won’t say it, keep doing whatever it is you just did,” Misa said with a giggle. Light could tell her heat was kicking back up by the way she rubbed her thighs together. However, that wasn’t something that he could help with when L was rearranging his guts. 

L learned more on top of Light, biting him in places he could easily reach, littering him with hickeys on his chest and even a few on his arms. He held the angle he thrusted into him over and over, the time between his trust getting shorter and shorter as he moved rougher.  As L roughly fucked into Light’s squelching hole his heavy balls slapped against his ass. The constant barrage left is ass reddened. L could feel like Light was close to climax from the way he squeezed around him. He found himself holding off on his orgasm so he could continue thrusting into Light’s hole. From the way Light spasmed around him he expected to see a few ropes of cum spurt out from his cock however slick clear liquid gushed around his cock, and a whimper escaped Light’s mouth.

Misa reached down and swiped her fingers through the juices before giving it a taste; she let out a satisfactory hum. It had a nice mild sweetness to it but was still alpha-ish somehow like a softer sweeter version of his cum is what she deduced. L’s head fell down as he felt the constriction of Light’s walls on him, he could feel himself getting closer. He tightens his grip on Light’s legs and pulls him into his lap, he folds him over and thrusts up into Light who grips the messy sheets.  He was letting out whimpers of his own,  feeling the smell of their heats on overdrive.

He felt his mouth salivate as he was overcome with the urge to complete the mate mark. He let his teeth aching to sink into him.  Each thrust felt like he was being called and begged to submit and bite him.  He had pulled L closer as if he had already known what Light wanted.  L tilted his neck for Light to bite him and when he did they both let out a shaky moan.  It made them shiver and it added a blanket of pleasure, it was feeling all kinds of good and it almost made him wish he would have done it sooner, but he knew when he got the better thought in mind he’d regret it.  That thought seems to sum itself up when Misa pulls his neck to the side and bites him afterway. He couldn’t do anything nor did he want to do anything about any of it at the current moment. He was far too distracted by what L was doing to him. 

Along with the new angle, and official marks, it all came a whole new dimension of pleasure, Light was drooling with pleasure, he felt like he couldn't get enough of the feeling and his head weakly tried to reach for something to grab on to as he gets ready for an all intense orgasm as he felt the subtle growing of L’s knot getting bigger within him.  His eyes were watering and he refused to look up at L as he pounded into him.  It was all too much for Light, as he had overcome him like a volcano ready for eruption.  His cum had shot out of him, getting on himself and a bit on L’s exposed lower half. 

“There you go” Misa had made her best efforts to soothe Light with his orgasm, he let out a string of moans as he clenched around L which sent the other alpha into a frenzy, he rutted against him as he got to his own peak.  His cock throbbed, his grip tightened on Light's legs when he held them far apart to slam his hips into him. His knot swelled and he cums inside of Light, all that seemed to cause a funny feeling to burn in Light's chest.  L collapses on top of Light, as cum gets even more on them both. They were both huffing and puffing as they lay stuck together by L’s knot

The week went by with little sleep and a lot of sex, some passionate and some rather rough.

On the second day, L was woken up to Light pounding Misa on her hands and knees. Such lewd loud moans were coming from her mouth. It was a wonder that he hadn’t woken up sooner.

“Ah- Ah Light, you feel so good~” Misa moaned. Her pussy creamed around him as he pistoned into her g-spot over and over again. The fat of her ass rippled as Light’s hips slapped against hers. With every second and every thrust, they came closer to cumming. 

“Knot it please, cum inside! I want your pups~” Misa whined. Light certainly does not want to get Misa pupped up. The through did make his dick twitch, however.

“Oh fuck! m’ gonna cum~” Misa cried out. The coil that had been slowly winding in her core snapped and she was hit by overwhelming pleasure, yet, Light didn’t stop the assault on her cunt.

“L-light wait, I can barely take it,” But light continued, his cock burying itself further into Misa’s cunt. Her eyes rolled back and her mouth hung open dumbly as all she could even think of was Light’s cock bullying its way into her pussy. It seemed like the pleasure would never stop like Light was going to be fucking into her abused cunt for hours. (it was five more minutes)

“Oh~ so fucking tight” Light moaned as his knot caught on the inside of Misa’s wet cavern and filled up her womb with his sticky seed.

Misa fell asleep with Light’s knot still inside her. A considerable amount of time later, after much caressing, fucking sucking and mutual masturbation L crawled over and pawed at Lights’s thighs. They lay on their sides, facing each other. L’s lips came around his tip, He licked over the slit and his tongue swirled around Light’s angry red tip. 

Meanwhile Light was licking stripes up L’s throbbing length. Light wouldn’t exactly say that he had come around to having an alpha over him. The feeling of wanting to submit to someone in the way he did with L was foreign but not exactly unwanted, at least while he was suffering through this heat, afterwards, he could find a solution to the situation. Light’s head bobbed up and down, taking half of L’s length into his mouth. At one point Light was quite literally fucking into L’s mouth, his cock routinely hitting the back of his throat and sliding against his tongue.

Avoiding knotting in each other's mouths they reluctantly pulled away from each other and Light’s ego was repaired a bit by topping L. Pressing his tip against the tight ring of muscle. Light positioning L onto his back, L looks up at him while frog blinking. He moved between his legs. 

Towards the middle of the week, it felt like a blur,  whether it was intentional or not it was completely hard to remember all that had happened. Yet one person seemed to know enough of what had happened, and that was Misa.  She told them that in the heat of the moment they had shared an intimate feeling with each other while L was stuck again inside Light for what felt like longer for his knot to go down. Misa wasn’t going to let them forget it. In fact, Misa may or may not have gotten a picture or two of the two men making out with a loving passion.  

Sometime at the end of the week, they all woke up in the middle of the night with slick covering their thighs and unbearable heat in their stomachs, it was so much worse than the rest of the days, Misa explained that towards the end of a heat, they get really intense. L was balls deep in  Misa’s ass and Light was in front of her sucking on her clit. After Misa’s first orgasm Light plunged his way into Misa's pussy and they went at it for hours after, in various positions of course.

Then on the last day, they all felt like mushes of lusted and sweaty blobs and the fabrics of the nest were crunchy.  Some of them look like an old abandoned sock of a questionable recluse penis haver. The amount of sex they had was extreme and sweaty and hot but in the end at least they all came out alive. 

Being a polyamorous mated pair wasn’t exactly in the plan for Light, however, he supposed he could work around it, he was going to be the god of the new world after all and he rationalized that it was perfectly reasonable for a god to have more than one mate (even if he had an alpha over him… for now at least), Well for now, all he had to worry about is cleaning up this nest. After washing their bodies, and the contents of the nest and reassembling it.  They lay down in the nest  Misa lay on Light's chest purring softly as she rubbed her wrist against Light’s scent glands and his clothes before doing the same with L and then the same with the other two. After thoroughly scenting each other they laid down. Light was lulled into peace by the for purring of Misa and the low rumbling of L. Before he fell asleep he looked up to see what Rias and Ryuk were doing,

Rias is juggling apples in her hand, a cheeky look on her face. “I'll give you Five apples for a smooch” She looked at him as she hopped closer to Ryuk, who was very much considering her offer. 

“....Yes” 

He sighed, wishing he hadn’t looked, and laid back down with his mates,

Notes: The Heat Note is a Concept we were hoping would become popular like an AU. If you're feeling particularly inspired feel free to write your own heat note story, just make sure to credit us and add the tag #The Heat Note.

[somerandomdudelmao]

It's Cass appreciation time!!! Don't get me wrong, I think we all appreciate you exactly all the time, but I wanted to write it out because I'm filled with SO MUCH LOVE RIGHT NOW THAT I PHYSICALLY CAN'T CONTAIN IT.

So!

First and foremost, I think you're a wonderful person. I may not know you personally, but the way in which you go about things - not just in your comic, but the way you interact with people - just leaves me in awe. You're so gentle but in the most chaotic way possible, and it makes me so happy to be alive. You're supportive of people and the things they create, while also just... spreading the joys of not just the fandom, but so many other things too. You're one of the people on here that unites the fandom as a whole, and it's so inspiring! You bring so much love here, and I admire that about you.

Another thing that I admire is that you know what your limits are and that you take care of yourself. I see so many people these days who don't - some who just forget, some who don't realize they're doing it, and others who blatantly refuse to do so - and it's frustrating to see. I want to help them (aka: wrap them in a blanket burrito to protect them from the world, offer coping skills, give them the support they need- the list goes on), but I can't really do much of that without burning myself out. Which is why I love to see you take care of yourself - whenever I see those asks that are like "reminder to drink water / rest / take a break", it reminds me that I need to do it too, and I'm positive that it reminds others as well. That, and it's refreshing to see!

I also love how creative and spontaneous you are! The plots you come up with, as well as the characterization and overall flow of the story - not to mention the PERFECT amount of fluff and angst you give us (WITH THE PROMISE OF A HAPPY ENDING??? OH MY GOD)- leaves me floored every time! I don't know a whole lot about writing and portraying things, but I've learned a bunch just by what you do. LETS ALSO REMEMBER ALL THE SMALL DETAILS YOU PUT INTO THIS - THE PARALLELS, THE LITTLE SHOWS OF AFFECTION,AND JUST- EVERYTHING??? GHDBDKDBSJ

AHH!

You inspire me to create, and whenever I have the confidence to post what I'm working on, I'll be sure to tag you (bc all of it is related to your comic)!

I have so much to say, but not nearly enough words to fully express it! But this is also getting much longer than I thought it would, and as much as I want to sing you praises all day, there's not enough time. So to wrap this up:

From the bottom of my heart, thank you for all that you do. I'm sure it's not easy - you're a whole person outside of this, and everyone has bad days - so, again, thank you. I may not know you personally, but I still care a great deal about you. Please keep taking care of yourself! Drink some water, have a snack, take a nap, make some time for yourself - whatever it is, have a fantastic time hon. You deserve it.

Keep being amazing, and I wish you the best!

Until next time, dearie ^-^

Oh god I don't even know what to say jcdtujdsukcdhb thank you yhank you thank you so much you just brightened my day I

[antianakin]

hey, just wanted to say that i appreciate you creating this space to discuss more uh....unpopular takes on star wars. obviously fandom is a hobby and i don't want to ruin anyone's fun! but i also want a space to push back against fanon interpretations without treading on anyone's toes, you know?

like the whole obi-wan catholic guilt trope, jedi repression trope at large...i'm being dramatic but as an asian person, sometimes it sucks that this is such a prevalent idea about a heroic group that was influenced by buddhism and is very asian-coded. i'm not wording this well but just like how stories about european knights often reflect *the very best* of western values like chivalry, honor, gentility, i could really see a lot of the best of asian culture (a huge over-simplification) in the jedi.

but all that being reduced to "oh actually it's totally catholic guilt" or a inadvertently a regurgitation of prevalent asian stereotypes (the jedi as a group suppress individuality, they don't express emotions, they are too harsh, too unforgiving, lack compassion) is...frustrating to see, even though it's everyone's right to interpret & relate to things as they see fit.

especially when focused on obi-wan! even if we assume that obi-wan is repressed, secretly attached to an unhealthy degree but hiding it, or whatnot - the man quite literally airs the dirty laundry in front of mace and yoda, perhaps the "highest" members of the jedi. he says that he thinks anakin is arrogant, isn't listening to him. i dunno but a repressed person who hates confrontation and vulnerability probably wouldn't do that. he should've gone "haha nope anakin and i are totally fine masters, totally fine" instead of looking for advice & airing out his frustrations.

people getting angry at obi-wan for putting the jedi order over anakin is still annoying, but at least accurate. like yes! obi-wan does put the good of his culture and the galaxy at large over his old padawan! good for him!

but honestly all popular fanon obi-wan tropes go round on a roulette wheel waiting for me to pick one to be petty about lmao.

I definitely get what you mean about wanting a space to push back on common fanon interpretations without stepping on anyone's toes. That's obviously exactly why I made this blog in the first place. It's why I named the blog "antianakin" at all, it's supposed to be a giant neon warning sign to people that I'm not going to feel ashamed of some of my more negative opinions. It's why I use anti and critical tags as much as possible, and don't use the more general tags most of the time (aside from just... "star wars"). This is my space to put my feelings out there, positive AND negative, and I work really hard to make sure I'm not invading spaces that are meant for being positive.

I also often don't reblog people's posts that I completely disagree with JUST to talk about why I don't like their take. I won't invade someone's Jedi critical post in order to tell them that they're wrong about Star Wars. People have tried to tag me into posts like that, but I'm not interested in doing that kind of thing. If I DO want to say something about what I've seen, I make my own post about the issue.

It's interesting that you mention that stories about European knights often reflect what's viewed as the best of Western values, because so often when I see people talk about what would make the Jedi BETTER (or Legends versions of the Jedi that they think were done better), it's usually pretty clear that the Jedi are being turned INTO your more typical European knight to reflect those exact values. They're often wandering on their own, doing what they personally believe to be right whenever and wherever they want, defending the helpless wherever they find them by just riding in on a white horse and slaying an enemy or a monster. And of course some of those values they uphold are about what love and relationships should look like, too, so they all end up in committed monogamous relationships (even if it's with more than one person, it's still usually monogamous). This is one of the reasons I started getting frustrated with the High Republic novels by the third one because it started having that vibe that the "good" Jedi who stuck to more "traditional" ways of doing things and "traditional" values were so much more like your typical European knight, while the Jedi character doing something more modern and more political was losing his way and struggling with a desire for things he was repressing.

It's a feeling we've seen come up time and time again and it keeps getting tossed out in more recent shows, too, the idea that the Jedi "lost their way" from what they should've been, that they once used to represent something worthwhile and losing those traditional values is what caused their destruction and the only way to keep it from happening again is to go back to that. It's not hard to see where that storyline feels compelling, obviously, but it IS sad to see the values that the Jedi DO have in the Prequels in particular getting tossed aside as unworthy and to see their defeat being rewritten as THEIR failure instead of everyone else's.

I've had people tell me that this story feels like it has more nuance to it than the Jedi simply being the heroic victims and the Sith being pure villains. And I get why people think that, I just think that there's a lot of nuance they're MISSING in the story being told, and that that nuance exists EVEN WITH the Jedi still being the heroic victims and the Sith being clear villains. I am more than happy to help critique some of the WAYS that that story got told in the Prequels, the issues in the structure of the Prequels and how it maybe muddied some of the messages that the story was trying to get across, but I also think that that critique is SEPARATE from my feelings on the intended narrative itself. I don't think that the narrative itself is bad or lacking in nuance simply because it may not have been told perfectly. And, personally, I think that some of the more "nuanced" Jedi critical takes often seem INCREDIBLY simplistic themselves.

As for Obi-Wan, fandom will do what fandom does to its darlings. I've certainly done my fair share of simplifying my faves down to shadows of themselves because I happened to enjoy the shadow sometimes in its own right. But I do think that there's plenty of evidence to contradict a lot of people's more popular interpretation of Obi-Wan as a repressed, damaged, traumatized waif. I don't mind a LITTLE of that sometimes, usually when I read fics set in the early years of his apprenticeship with Qui-Gon following some of the events of Jedi Apprentice, but it comes with the context that Obi-Wan is still VERY YOUNG at the time and is dealing with some fairly specific things that have just happened to him and is still learning how to do that in a healthy way.

By the time you hit The Phantom Menace and ESPECIALLY the Clone Wars, Obi-Wan should no longer be a repressed, traumatized waif of a person. That's when it stops being believable to me because the character we see on screen in that time period never fits that description. Like you said, he's ACTIVELY confrontational to his superiors. He does do it with Mace and Yoda (and he does it in ROTS as well as in AOTC) and he does it with Qui-Gon during his apprenticeship, too.

The one other time I was willing to accept some of this characterization was in the Kenobi show where we do see him being more repressed and traumatized and less willing to stand up for himself when faced with confrontation with people like Owen. But one of the reasons this worked for me is because, much like with those JA fics, it comes with a VERY SPECIFIC CONTEXT, and it's done with the intentional purpose of giving Obi-Wan somewhere to develop. He also doesn't stay particularly submissive or waif-like for long, we see him gain back a LOT of his willingness to stand up for himself and confront people by the second episode. The message wasn't that Obi-Wan had ALWAYS been damaged and traumatized or that he was always "meant" for sadness or whatever, but that he had the capacity to find happiness IF HE CHOOSES TO ACT LIKE THE JEDI HE ONE WAS. The only reason he's struggling is because he ISN'T acting like a Jedi anymore. He's not finally figuring out how to handle his traumas, he's GOING BACK to being the person who can handle his traumas.

Anyway, yeah, I feel you, I have definitely experienced the roulette wheel of petty frustration at fandom interpretations of Obi-Wan lol. I can barely handle the "he drops his lightsaber all the time" joke because I feel like it often makes him come across as childishly incompetent.

[roseghoul26]

Hello! I would like to request Cooper Howard x gn!reader (post war, because...murderous cowboy...hnnngh), where they struggle with mental health issues like depression? I've been in a really tough spot, having no energy or motivation to do anything or really any desire to take care of myself. So I was thinking, maybe the reader's mental health is declining, they're slower and sloppier when it comes to keeping up with Cooper and he's more and more frustrated. Then one day he has enough (maybe the reader is taking too long packing up) and threatens to leave them and they're just...passive, because they really don't care anymore about what happens to them. So he realises they haven't been taking care of themselves properly for a while now and then some soft moments with him? I know this is pretty dark and you can change this however you'd like, but I'm dying for some hurt/comfort with this man 🥺 It's totally cool if it's too much for you, if you decide to not write this, please just let me know, so I don't wait for it. Thank you so much, I love your Cooper fics <3

Cooper Howard | The Ghoul x gn!Reader

Synopsis: You’ve been struggling lately, putting both you and your traveling companion in danger. He was bound to confront you about it eventually. Tags: Prompt Request, Not Beta Read, Gender Neutral Reader, Depression, Mental Health, Mentions of Suicide, Disagreements, Comfort, Lazy Day, Cuddling, Beginning Relationships Author's Note: Trigger warning for topics relating to mental health, such as depression and suicide. Please do not read if you’re not in a good mental space. Take care of yourselves. Also, everyone’s experience with depression and mental health issues differs, so I am writing this story the way I experience it. Also, this was a fun challenge to write. Like how the hell would he approach a topic like this? It’s been fun to explore his character like that, and I hope I did it justice. Thank you so much for the request! <333

You used to be able to keep up with the Ghoul. 

Wherever he went, you followed, tearing through the Wastleland without hindrance. You watched his back, and he yours, a security that was unheard of in this world. It was a trusting friendship, bordering on something else, something that neither of you had crossed yet. You couldn't compete with over a hundred years of experience with a gun, but you were able to hold your own quite well. You were a decent shot and someone who never let anyone get the drop on you, senses always sharp. 

So when you started missing easy targets and found yourself surprised by opponents one too many times, you knew it was a matter of time before the Ghoul started asking questions and not believing the first lie that you said. The first time it had happened, you blamed it on your lack of sleep, and he seemed to buy it. And maybe you convinced yourself it was just a lack of sleep, ignoring the darkness that had begun to emerge in your mind. You just needed to rest, was what you told yourself. 

It happened again a few days later, completely missing a target in front of you. Your reactions had begun to slow down, too, unable to avoid the swing of a blade, cutting across your cheek. It was like your body gave up on wanting to move, an unbearable weariness to your muscles that you were unable to shake. Later, as you bandaged the wound on your cheek, the Ghoul confronted you, demanding to know why you were acting so sloppy. You’d merely shrugged, offering up the idea that you were sick. This time he seemed less convinced, yet he had let the matter go. 

You knew why you were acting the way you were. You weren’t unfamiliar with depression, far from it. It was something you’d dealt with your entire life, coming and going like waves. You’d go days, weeks, months and you’d be fine, but then a flip would switch. You’d lose your energy, your motivation, wanting nothing more than to just lay on the ground and never get back up. You’d stop taking care of your body. You’d lose your appetite. Your thoughts would turn dark, ideations and ideas flashing in your mind, things that you’d never tell another soul. 

For the months you’d been traveling with the Ghoul, you’d been able to keep a reign on your depression. Sure, you had your off days, but nothing like this. It was like the universe was punishing you for having such an excellent past months. 

But how could you explain this to your traveling partner? How could you explain that you didn’t have the energy to continue existing, to continue fighting? He needed you to be alert, to not have your thoughts occupied with something, that in perspective to the Wasteland around you, was trivial. 

So you kept your mouth shut, forcing yourself to appear alert and unaffected. You forced those thoughts to the back of your mind. You forced your body to move, no matter how much it screamed at you to just be still.

But it seemed that all that bottling your thoughts up did was make it worse. As the days dragged on, you stopped talking, only muttering small words whenever the Ghoul asked you a question. You’d normally spend the time traveling conversing, and the Ghoul did try to initiate a conversation with you, but no amount of questions and joking and jabs could get you to break. Eventually, he fell quiet too.

Sleeping became a challenge. You’d think with how exhausted your body felt, you’d be able to sleep easily, but the opposite was true. Hours would tick by, and you’d lie awake, getting up the next morning more exhausted than before you went to bed. Your face, already a bit gaunt from living such a difficult life, had grown even more so, the circles around your eyes darkening and your lips growing more chapped. 

You stopped eating, turning away the food he offered you. After you went a few days without eating more than a bite, he practically forced spoonfuls of food into your mouth, snapping at you the entire time. It was humiliating, but you couldn’t bring yourself to change. You just wanted to be done. 

You could tell that your demeanor was starting to annoy the hell out of the Ghoul, whose words had turned shorter and snappier. If you took too long, he’d grab you by the shoulder and drag you along, like an upset parent with their child. Your cheeks would burn every time, tears pickling your eyes, and you’d hang your head. 

There was a tension growing between you and the Ghoul, your friendship growing thin. His guard was up constantly, unable to trust you any longer to watch his back, which hurt you more than any knife or gun. Soft glances disappeared, his gaze scrutinizing when he looked at you. Light touches from him reserved for when you were at rest were no more, as you chose to keep to yourself every night. Instead of walking side-by-side, you’d linger a few feet behind him. You pretended like it was easier this way, to make him push you away, but it was tearing you apart. 

But eventually, that tension snapped. Too many close calls, too many sluggish movements, too many half-hearted excuses finally made him break. You’d just gotten up for the day, another sleepless night behind you, and you were packing up your few belongings. You must’ve been taking too long, because you heard him sigh audibly, standing in the open doorway of the room you’d sheltered in for the night. “What’s your fuckin’ issue?” He growled, arms crossed tight over his chest.

You looked up, feigning confusion. “I dunno what-”

“Bullshit,” he cut you off. He began to walk towards you, his steps methodical, threatening. “You’ve been actin’ like this for weeks, and you’ve only offered me half-assed excuses.” He was seething, and understandably so. He crouched down in front of you, rendering you unable to escape. “So, you,” he stuck a finger in your chest, barely avoiding hitting you, “are gonna tell me why. And don’t even think ‘bout lyin’, sweetheart.”

You swallowed, heart hammering in your chest at the confrontation. Words flooded your mind, a full explanation on the tip of your tongue, yet you just couldn’t bring yourself to utter it. Your mouth opened and closed, struggling, until you eventually just gave up. Sighing, you just shook your head, which pissed him off even more. 

A disbelieving laugh left him, and he ran a gloved hand over his face. “No? You’re kiddin’ me, right?” He didn’t wait for a response. “Ya know, I’ve tried to be lenient. I bought into your fuckin’ lies that you were ‘just tired’, ‘just sick’. I tried to give ya space, to give ya time to get out of this. But you’re gonna get us both killed if ya don’t fix yourself. I can’t be distracted out there, constantly worried ‘bout you and keepin’ you alive, ‘cause it seems like that’s the last thing on your mind.”

He took a breath, steadying his rising voice. “So I’m gonna give ya one more chance to explain yourself, or else I’m leavin’ without ya.”

“Then leave.” Your response came almost immediately, your voice lacking any inflection. Even though in the back of your mind you were screaming at him not to leave, you kept an air of indifference about you, unable to make yourself care. It would be easier if he just left, wouldn’t it? You wouldn’t be putting anyone else in danger, and you wouldn’t have to deal with the guilt you felt of him worrying about you so much. And it would be so much easier to just disappear if there was no one looking for you.

He wasn’t expecting that as a response if the look on his face told you anything. His brow muscles were raised, leaning back from you in shock. But the way he was watching you, it was like he was observing you in a different light, dots beginning to connect in his mind. “You’ll die out there without me.” 

You merely shrugged your shoulders, glancing down to continue packing your belongings, no longer able to look him in the eye. He didn’t respond, simply standing up with a sigh. You didn’t look up, not even as you heard him walk away, backing towards the entrance of the room. You didn’t look up, even as you heard the surprisingly gentle click of the door as it shut. You didn’t look up, even as the tears that you’d been holding for the past weeks finally fell.

You were alone.

You thought it would make you feel better like there would be a weight lifted off your shoulders. But everything just felt heavier, the thoughts in your mind becoming a tempest, making you physically weak. Expletives tumbled from your lips as you sagged down onto your arms, head hung. Of course, he’d fucking leave, you idiot. No one wants to deal with your moping.

A part of you wanted to chase after him, to beg him to stay, but you already felt pathetic enough. You couldn’t blame him for leaving, not at all. You were weighing him down, putting his life in danger; he said so himself. He could only deal with you for so long. You should be grateful that he didn’t leave sooner.

The sound of rustling fabric made you jump, finally looking up. The Ghoul had taken off his jacket, laying it across the back of the couch he had slept on, never having left the room at all. Stunned, you watched him sit, taking his hat off in the process and setting it on the floor. He finally caught your eye then, a soft look on his face, a look you hadn’t seen in a long while. 

“I thought you left,” you whispered, sitting back upright. Embarrassment warmed your cheeks, and you tried to wipe the tears that had fallen on them. 

“I ain’t leavin’ ya, sweetheart.”

“Why not?”

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Do you want me to go?” You’d never shaken your head faster in your life. “Then I’m stayin’.”

“But why?”

He sighed. “‘Cause I care ‘bout you. I… Is that too hard to believe?”

It is. Unable to find words, you just shrugged again. 

Something akin to regret or remorse flashed across his face, and muttering something under his breath he reclined against the couch. He was upset, but even now you could tell it was not because of you, at least not fully. “C’mere,” he murmured, patting the couch beside him. “You look like you’re gonna fuckin’ bolt at any second.”

Taking a steadying breath, you complied, albeit with some difficulty, your legs barely wanting to function. His gaze didn’t leave you once, as much as you wished it would, making you want to collapse in on yourself. The walk to the couch felt like it was miles long, but you eventually made your way over to it and him. 

He rolled his eyes when you just stood there in front of him, unsure of what to do with yourself. “Sit down, I ain’t gonna fuckin’ bite.” In another situation, you knew he’d add some comment like unless ya want me to, but he bit his tongue. The couch groaned as you sat next to the Ghoul, keeping a foot between your bodies. “Talk to me,” he commanded, yet his voice was gentle. “What the hell’s goin’ on?”

You picked at the skin around your nails, no doubt drawing blood. “I’m… I’m not quite sure how to explain it,” you responded, and you expected your words to upset the man even more. But he nodded his head slowly, an almost understanding look on his face. “I’m just… done."

“Done with… what? Bein’ out on the road?” You shook your head. “Travellin’ with me?” You shook your head again, this time more vehemently. “Done with what?” You knew that he knew the answer to his question, but he wanted you to say it.

“I’m done with… with existing. I just can’t bring myself to care anymore. I’m just so tired of it all.” You sagged back against the couch like speaking took a toll on your body. “I’m so tired.”

He didn’t respond for a while, mulling over your words. “That… that explains a lot,” he chuckled humourlessly. “Your mind won’t just leave ya the hell alone, will it? It's like all your mind can focus on are these terrible fuckin’ things, no matter what ya do. And it just weighs on ya, like a million pounds, getting worse with every passin’ day until you just wanna… give up.”

He explained it perfectly, and you cocked your head to the side, a bit confused about how he was able to do so. “I ain’t a stranger to what you’re goin’ through. We’re well fuckin’ acquainted, to say the least. So I shoulda recognized it sooner with ya.” 

He paused, sighing. “Wanna know somethin’?” You nodded. “I was too busy thinkin’ ‘bout what I did to upset ya that I didn’t bother to think of any other possible reason as to why you’re actin’ the way you are. But once I realized it wasn’t my fault, not entirely, instead of bein’ there for ya, I was an ass. I thought, because I’m a damn idiot, that you were just mopin’ around for the hell of it, putting us both in danger simply ‘cause you were tired or some shit. Not once did I stop to think why. And I apologize.”

“You don’t gotta-” He cut you off with a pointed look. “I… I accept your apology, then.”

He nodded slowly, content. “I’d like to help ya, sweetheart. I know nothin’ I say or do is gonna make it go away like that… but I’d like to try. Whatever ya need from me, and you’ve got it.”

“I’m not sure what I need exactly,” you admitted quietly.

“When ya figure it out, will ya let me know?” You nodded.

“Just… be patient. As difficult as that is for you.” You hadn’t meant for the jab to come out, but you weren’t taking it back. Especially when a loud laugh left the Ghoul, making a smile of your own appear on your face. It was faint, yet it was there.

An almost starstruck expression appeared on his face, his laughter dying out. “I missed seein’ ya smile,” he murmured as if it was a subconscious thought.

You ducked your head, making him laugh again. “As for bein’ patient, well, I can be that, if that’s what ya need.”

“It’ll take some time,” you cautioned again, indirectly giving him a chance to back out of this. 

“Time ain’t an issue. I’ll wait as long as it fuckin’ takes.”

“You mean it?” Your voice was so soft, barely audible to either of you. 

You watched as one of his gloved hands inched towards you, palm upturned. Tentatively, you placed your in his, eyes growing wide when he brought your hand to his lips, kissing the back of it gently. “I swear,” he uttered, sealing the promise with another press of his lips.

As you returned your tingling hand to your lap, his eyes scanned over your face, a furrow appearing between his brow. “How long has it been since you’ve eaten somethin’? Somethin’ that I didn’t force ya to eat,” he added when you opened your mouth to respond. 

Your silence said enough, and he leaned down to his bag, which he had placed beside the couch when he sat. After a few moments of rustling through, he handed you a small bag of what appeared to be jerky, as well as a small canteen of water. “It ain’ human,” he added when you eyed the bag suspiciously before taking it.

The jerky was salty and tough when you took a bite, not quite wanting to, but unable to not eat under his gaze. You ate in silence until your stomach was full and your teeth hurt from the tough material. Taking a swig of water, you could feel your eyes growing heavy, eating seemingly draining your energy more than replenishing it. Stifling a yawn, you shoved the canteen back into his hand, and you noticed he had an almost pleased look on his face. 

You were confused, though, when he stood, making his way to the entrance of the room. For a moment, those thoughts flashed in your mind that told you that he was finally leaving, that he realized how pathetic you were. But instead of doing any of those things, you watched as he simply wedged a chair under the handle of the door, like he had done before you went to bed for the night. 

“What’re you doing?”

“We takin’ the day off. Doctor’s orders.”

“But aren’t we supposed to be in Filly in a few days?”

“We’ll be fine. You are gonna spend today catchin’ up on some much-needed rest.” He stood in front of you now, a moth-eaten blanket in his hands. 

“And what are you gonna do?” You asked, and he shrugged. 

“Don’t worry ‘bout me, sweetheart. Go ‘head, lie down.”

Your eyes quickly scanned the couch, and you took a deep breath before speaking again. “The couch is big enough for us both, no?”

For the second time that day, you’d stunned him with your responses. “Is… is that what ya want?”

Encouraged that he hadn’t just outrightly said no, you nodded your head, and a fond look crossed his features. He handed you the blanket before sitting once more, but instead of his back being against the cushions, he rested it against one of the armrests, not before tucking a pillow in front of it. 

Once he was situated, he opened up his arms to you, and you could’ve laughed at how uncertain he looked. Hands rested on your body when you laid down, head on his chest, laying on your stomach, and you made sure the blanket covered both your bodies as best you could. You weren’t too worried about covering all of you, though, with the sheer amount of warmth he was radiating. 

His eyes were already on you when you glanced up, a smile pulling at his lips. “Comfy?”

“Yes.” Your voice was barely audible, but he heard it. 

You felt his fidget with something in his hand behind your back, but you didn’t have to wait long to find out what he was doing. You felt fingers run along your scalp, making you shudder, before combing through any hair there. “Alright?”

You sighed contently, nodding your head before letting it fall back onto his chest. He continued to run his fingers there, his other hand tracing patterns across your shoulders. You hadn’t realized how tired you were until now, finding it hard to keep your eyes open. For the first time in a long time, you felt safe. Safe from the world outside this room. Safe from the thoughts that plagued your mind. Safe from everything. 

He didn’t have to see your face to know that you were struggling to stay awake. “Go to bed. I’ll be here when you wake.”

“Promise?”

“Ain’t fuckin’ like I’m gonna be able to get up,” he chuckled, before taking a more serious tone. “I promise.”

That was all you needed to hear before you finally let the final strings of consciousness leave your grasp. Before you lost control of all your senses, though, you felt him lean down, pressing a barely-there kiss to the top of your head. “You’ll get through this, sweetheart.”

You believed him.

[tavina-writes]

I started writing an essay in the tags of a post that was not strictly related to this topic but started getting me thinking and realized I should just. Make my own post about this because I have kind of been sitting on this frustration for a while? And mmmm idk how to feel about this.

(For the record, the post that inspired this is this one.)

I want to make it clear UPFRONT that I am not knocking on ANYONE's interpretations of NHS or about having gender headcanons about a character in general. I think people can headcanon NHS as whichever gender they like because those interpretations are fun and exciting and I like to read about those too.

What I have been getting progressively iffy on, and am not entirely clear on how to express until I came across the above post is the idea that 'NHS is femme-coded because he has femme-coded hobbies' or 'NHS is very gender/gender nonconforming because he likes to paint and doesn't like exercise/practice his saber' or 'NHS is not very masc in comparison to his brother and people in his society put him down/are irritated with him/react to him differently because his gender presentation is more femme.'

And I think what's always kind of boggled me about interpretations like these that I've mentioned above is because...

Hobbies like keeping birds* and painting and calligraphy and poetry** and being well dressed and fashionable*** were strongly masculine coded scholar gentry hobbies for bored rich men**** in historical China. People react to NHS they way they do in text (at least from what I can understand of the social norms of the MDZS jianghu) because NHS is determined to be a particularly foppish dandy and also yknow, actively wailing about his many problems.

So, I think the tldr of this is that: NHS can be interpreted as whatever gender people would like! But his society and his peers and the other characters are not reacting to him in a certain way because he's femme-coded, they're reacting to him that way because he's an irritating asshole and kind of foppish (affectionate)

*keeping birds (as pets and not like, just raptors for hunting) was a rich man's hobby in Ancient China from at least the Zhou dynasty, though which birds were popular as pets (everything from parrots to orioles) differed depending on the dynasty, but the Ming and Qing dynasties were extremely big on pet birds in rich people's houses in particular.

**it is unclear if NHS is particularly good at say, painting or calligraphy OR poetry but the point is that he appears to like these things

***men's fashion has been a wild beast throughout the ages both in the east and the west, and men have done things for fashion like wearing gaudy archer's rings to show off archery skills they didn't have, high heels, Song dynasty men wore flowers in their hair, and my own personal unfavorite: the Qing Dynasty queue.

****the four gentlemanly arts were for example: qin qi shu hua -- playing the qin (music), weiqi (Go if you want to use the Japanese name for the game), shu (calligraphy), and hua (painting). See brief wikipedia summary about the four arts here. There were different things also included in the education of an aristocratic gentleman in pre-imperial China but we have no time to delve into that in this post. HMU for more info if you want it because I love to talk about historical things.

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translation notes:

about “suki” vs. “tsuki” (3:32)

This is explained in a brief translation note in the subtitles, and there isn’t a ton left to say about it that wasn’t stated there. But due to the amount of dialogue happening in this scene, we had to keep the note as short as possible and we weren’t able to keep it onscreen for very long, so it still bears mentioning here. 

In Japanese, the words “suki” and “tsuki” sound quite similar. “Suki,” as a lot of BL viewers know, means “like” or “liking,” whereas “tsuki” means “moon.” Hatano is saying “suki desu” to Mob, which in this context means he’s basically declaring his love for him. Mob is using the resemblance between “suki” and “tsuki” to pretend that he thinks Hatano said something to him about the moon. Then he uses the English word “moon” a couple of times, seemingly to ensure that Hatano won’t be able to turn around and take his “tsuki” as “suki.” 

As Mob says, usually a maneuver like this would make the person declaring their feelings get so self-conscious that they’d back off. But Hatano’s not a typical suitor, as Mob soon learns.–Towel

about “perfect match” (15:31)

I mentioned in our translation note about episode 1 that the red and blue beams that shoot out of Mob’s eyes seemed like a reference to his character from Kamen Rider Build. This time, I kind of made my own Easter egg about that show.

I mentioned before that Inukai Atsuhiro played the main Rider–and title character–on Kamen Rider Build. Kamen Riders always have some kind of transformation item, sometimes with interchangeable components. They're typically some kind of object attached to a belt, sort of like a massive buckle, that you can put smaller items into. The components that Build (a.k.a. Kiryu Sento) used at first (and to an extent, later in the series) involved “bottles” that were each named after some kind of object or animal. He would use two at a time, and the resulting juxtaposition (e.g. RabbitTank) would be reflected in his suit form somehow. But not every combination of bottles worked together, and some resulted in more effective suit forms than others. When Sento found a really good combination, his transformation device would designate it a “best match.” A “best match” resulted in more strength and more effective abilities to fight villains. 

Sento showing Banjou how best matches work

The phrase “best match” didn’t exactly fit here. But when I was polishing up this line and the word “match” came to mind, I felt like I had to at least try to word it in a way that would allow me to say something reminiscent of it--hence "perfect match." I hope some Build fans will recognize the sorta-reference!–Towel

Banjou annoying Sento by guessing a best match combination on his first try

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