#we'll see how i feel about it in the morning

[hai7ani]

Continuation | cw bonten universe, smut, sex work, murder, mdni

愛的最高境界是心疼

i. Earned It

Rindou is gentle with you today.

He always is, though 一 he never goes too far with you even in bed. He never treats you less than a human. He says one thing the night before, make you overwork yourself like the Daddy he is, and the next morning you'll find a few extra digits than what was originally promised sitting pretty in your bank account. Rindou is always gentle and generous with you.

His hands are sweet and sticky as they latch onto your skin, never letting go off your arms while he wipes you down gently in the bath. He rubs your cheek with wet thumbs and combs your hair with so much care in the world. He has never once tugged on them as harshly as the man did; never once hit you for pleasure in his own bed. Never. Maybe a few spanks on your ass here and there as a little foreplay or when you're being a tease, but he never hits you.

Rindou is so gentle with you.

"How's your throat?" He asks. Your bubble pops and you look at him dazed. "Still hurts?" He reaches a hand up to check on your skin. You move your neck away before his hands can reach you 一 almost as if you're scared.

He feels a foreign ache creep up his chest. His heart palpitates weirdly behind his bones. Your pupils dilate and you hide your neck with your arms. You shiver despite the warm water engulfing your body.

You are so frightened.

"I-" You swallow, feeling the sour ache going down your throat and you rub on your neck unconsciously, eyes squinting as you wait for the pain to pass. "I'm fine." Your voice is hoarse, very deep and broken, and he almost didn't hear you.

"The doctor's waiting out front. Want him to check?" He doesn't buy into your white lie at all. It's obvious it still hurts a lot and you won't let him touch you, or even see you. But you nod anyway and his shoulders relaxes a little.

ii. Million Dollar Man

"You're fucking insane!" Kokonoi is furious when Rindou waltzes into the room. "Blowing off a multi-million dollar deal for a whore, you're fucking nuts, Rindou!"

Mario Ricci is tied up against a wall, mouth stuffed with a bloody rag cloth as he struggles against the tight ropes wrapped around his figure.

"Yet you didn't proceed with it?" He questions in a sarcastic tone, an eyebrow raised and Kokonoi scoffs. "How could I? Gotta let these bastards know Bonten can't be fucked with. If I let him go more people will do it again."

Kakucho clicks his tongue from where he seats, next to Takeomi who is busy rolling up a blunt. "The deal is off the table now. No point arguing. We'll kill this guy and move on to the next. Keep everything quiet."

He stands, calves pushing against the heavy chair and it screeches loudly, sharply, against the concrete floor.

"But what about you?" His voice is low and dark when he addresses Rindou. He stares him dead in the eye.

"You're the reason why we have no deal. What are you going to do about it?"

The air is humid with Kakucho's anger 一 everyone in the room knows that much. For once, Sanzu is silent. He does not mess with his weapons loudly nor does he make a noise to pitch in his idea. Mochi's eyes are bright and sharp from where they burn holes into Rindou's back 一 he can feel the sting already. Ran is leaning against the wall behind Rindou while he plays with his set of keys in his pockets.

But Rindou remains stoic from his position. He is not afraid of Kakucho at all. He eyes the gun on the table next to him and snatches it off, soon realising that it belongs to Kakucho himself.

"I'll kill him, since that's what you want."

He aims for Mario's neck in one swift motion upon loading the gun. He sees the shimmer of desperation in his orbs, and he struggles to escape even further. His voice is muffled against the cloth shoved deep into his mouth but Rindou still hears him clearly.

"Please don't kill me."

"You're a fucking moron." And he pulls the trigger.

iii. Love song

Rindou returns to his quarters very late into the night. You're still up at this hour despite having taken heavy meds a couple of hours ago, when he'd monitor you swallow the pills with an immense amount of pain in your throat.

He finds you in his kitchen scavenging through the cabinets and fridge for a little something to eat, like a sneaky little alley cat. His penthouse is ice cold, the servants have taken their leave long ago, and he dismisses Tsuji, his trusted right-hand, with a wave and an assuring nod.

Your sleeping gown (one that he got for you as a gift) hugs your curves beautifully under the white fluffy cardigan you like to keep yourself warm with.

He watches in silence, hiding behind a wall as you simply be yourself, alone, away from the eyes of just anyone at all. You give up scurrying for seasoning after a while, settling for the bowl of plain white porridge a servant had prepared for you earlier.

Rindou watches as you lean against the countertop and play with your feet, crack your toes out of habit, hum a soft melody, as you slowly eat your food. It's endearing to see you like this. You're quiet, you're calm, but you're alone and you're by yourself 一 and a smile nobody has ever seen him do stretches across his lips when you put down the bowl to do a little twirl. Your humming gets louder and he recognises the tune shortly 一 one that you have always liked playing on the piano sitting in his massive living room.

You're a slut, but you're also just a girl.

iv. Glory Box

Rindou is still so gentle tonight when he wraps you in a blanket and smooths a warm hand down the back of your head. Your scalp is still sore, so he doesn't run his fingers through your locks this time.

You're almost asleep when he makes a noise. Low, but comforting. His chest vibrates against your cheek.

"Do you want to leave?"

You're confused by his question. "Where?" You move your head away from his chest and look at him 一 eyes clouded with sleep, and you blink twice to see him properly again under the moonlight. The windows are closed but he left the curtains open. He likes doing that a lot.

"Follow another man, pleasure him instead. Or just leave, find something else to do. Pick one. I'm giving you a chance to live."

His voice is stern and this is how he chooses to start the conversation 一 by threatening to kill you if you do not make a choice right now. He is sudden and he is stubborn.

It's not like you want to, anyway. You're not afraid of him.

"No." You frown. "I want to stay here, with you."

He is nonchalant at your response, and you look like you're about to cry.

He does not respond or react.

"Are you giving me away?" You push.

Rindou finally lets out a breath he did not know he was holding in when the first tear finally rolls off your rosy cheek. "Please don't give me away. I'll be good, even more better for you. Today was a mistake. I didn't know anyone would be there. I was waiting for you to come."

He hates that you're blaming yourself for what happened to you earlier.

He hates that you're downplaying your trauma just to amuse him and make himself feel better, a little trick you had learned to use during your time while working in this industry.

He isn't enlightened, not at all 一 because he knows exactly what you're doing.

He'd ended the life of the man who'd put you in pain, but it does not mean that killing Mario Ricci would take the pain away from you.

The foreign ache from earlier has not once subsided from his chest. It remains, sometimes growing even more suffocating and frustrating. Like when he had to sit through the meeting hearing Kokonoi and Kakucho 一 mostly Kokonoi because he was at the scene, and he is still very unsatisfied with Rindou's behaviour 一 going back and forth about getting rid of you like you're just some giveaway slut because they claim he is being distracted from the real job at hand, while his eyes are constantly flickering between the two who are shoving accusing fingers in his face and the leash that Mario Ricci had tied you in sitting at the corner of the room.

You have managed to engrave yourself in all parts of his heart 一 every little nook and cranny, you are there.

The girl he's tried sleeping with earlier to make himself feel a little less bad about having to kill you as an apology to Mikey, doesn't feel the same. He keeps telling himself that you are just like any other girl from the many who are working under Bonten's establishments.

Yet the second he pushes in, he pulls out, away, and he leaves. He throws her a stack of cash anyway and makes his way back immediately.

Because she isn't you. She does not look at him like you do. To her, he is just like any other rich man paying her for quick pleasure. To you, he is everything gentle and soft and warm.

You have managed to capture his attention the first few nights you've spent together 一 two years ago, as a temporary replacement for the girl he had originally booked for that night.

And then he keeps coming back. Again and again for two whole years, and now you're looking at him like he'd just broken your heart. His heart beats wildly in his chest and he ushers for you to come closer to him.

The way you would hold onto him while he drills into you frustrates him. He likes that you always let him have his way in bed, but manages to make him cater to your likes in the end every single time, and he has to remind himself that he is the one paying for your services, but he never cares, because it's you. He puts an extra zero when transferring funds into your account and he handpicks your gifts. Your eyes are always so glossy and full of hearts when they'd gaze into his purples. Your mewls are always so sweet and only for his ears when you'd try to moan quietly even when you're alone in his lonely, freezing penthouse.

And you won’t fucking leave him.

You're a gentle, quiet girl, and you make him want to be gentle and quiet with you too.

You straddle him and pin him to the bed. You want him to take you seriously this time. "I am yours." You try to make yourself sound stern but your lips end up pouty and red and hot tears are dripping on his face.

He tried to, really. He really wants to take you seriously. But the collar of your dress is low and your milky breasts are showing. Your lips are so kissable and he folds.

He presses one hand down your back and guides your upper body closer to him.

"You don't wanna leave?" He asks, rhetorically. His voice is muffled when he buries his face in your mounds to kiss and suck on your tits. He sneaks a hand up under your dress to fondle with them, to grope your soft flesh and listen to you whine like an angel on his lap.

"Don't wanna." You pout.

He reaches under your dress to rub a sweet thumb on your clit 一 messy figure-eights and sticky circles, pressing down just the way you like it 一 through the thin fabric of your panties and watch as you unfold so beautifully before his eyes.

His favourite, pretty girl.

His heart starts beating normally again. It hasn't beaten like this for a very long time 一 not since he was a teen.

Haitani Rindou wonders just when did he ever lose the ability to love.

"You'll be my liability now."

[offsidekineticist]

Me: I'm going to have to hammer out the details of the folktale the next part of my fic hinges on.

2am brain: Ugh, but that's haaaaaaaaaard. We should write a Shakespearean sonnet instead.

2am me: [sincerely, while googling a refresher on sonnet structure] oh yeah that's gonna be so much easier than writing it out in prose, good thinking!

[blaackbiird]

You know it might be fun to do an ask blog for Kazza....

[egginfroggin]

So I was tired and looking at TloZ videos and my FFCC-riddled brain came to the horrible, spontaneous conclusion that due to the combination of

physical prowess

skill with weapons

emphasis on power

and

status as a redhead,

Ganondorf would conceivably be a Lilty in such a hypothetical (cursed) crossover/au.

This also means that, unless we're pulling from Crystal Bearers, he has gone from being one of the tallest members of the cast to being approximately 4-foot-handful-of-inches -- not including the sprouts -- with a chronic babyface.

(As an aside, though, I do realize that, counting tribal lore and context, he would probably be a Yuke or a Selkie.)

(The Gerudo were pushed out of their desert and either all slaughtered or forced to move countries/continents entirely. The Yukes fought a war with the Lilties that resulted in them losing their Crystal and quite literally being forced into another dimension entirely lest they face genocide by the time of Crystal Bearers, while the Selkies are a tribe of thieves scorned by everyone else and possibly chased off to a distant desert island.)

(Counting Crystal Bearers, the Gerudo are most similar to the Yukes; prior to Crystal Bearers and whatever war caused the Yukes' flight into their literally otherworldly city, the Gerudo match up best with the Selkies.)

(But now I'm toeing the line of taking this AU seriously, and that's a dangerous line to be toeing.)

[noonaracha]

S-CLASS :: VMAs 2023

[27dragons]

How It's Going

Thing2: How's the election going?

Me: Not great. But it's early.

Thing2: *peers over my shoulder at the computer* Red wave. That's all it is.

Me: I hope.

Thing2: Why are there bottle of alcohol on the counter?

Me: Because it's election night.

Thing2: Fair enough.

[peoplepersonoaktree]

I don't like this, but maybe someone else might.

trying to practice anatomy and shading/lighting, because I'm struggling-

It's freaking 2 am maybe I'll like it more in the morning

[spaghett-onaplate]

depression is really weird actually wdym i spent 2.5 years of my life in bed

[theygender]

Returning from my partial break to say that I just tried a breathing strip at the recommendation of my myofunctional therapist and now I feel like I can actually breathe for the first time in my entire 26 years of life. What the fuck. Does everyone else feel this way all the time. What the hell

[sunsetofdoom]

AGAIN WITH THE FINGERSMITH AU. I missed last week on purpose, to give you all a break. Not because I forgot or anything.

Squinting, Blitzo caught sight of Stolas; he was nudging his way around a tall fern, brushing it with a hand like it was a beloved pet. A book was in his hand, and he knelt down, a little ways past the fountain, to place it reverently on a little desk; he opened it to a page, laid it flat, and drew out a line of those same silk-covered beads that Blitzo had found in his bedside table. He laid them down on top of the open book, marking the page and keeping it open. “One hundred and twenty?” A new voice asked, a hulking shadow on the far side of the room that Blitzo had taken for a closet door. “Twenty-three, is the act we were referencing, Father,” Stolas said. He drew one finger down the page- one black finger, one ungloved finger. Blitzo almost gasped; it was worse than seeing him naked. “Wherein-” He glanced up, saw Blitzo. All four of his eyes widened. Thinking he was about to be summoned, Blitzo scampered into the room. The opening hallway was just a long line of bookshelves, with the fake garden and the desks beyond; he waved nervously to Stolas, just to make sure.  “What is-” The King turned sharply as the tapping of Blitzo’s footsteps echoed through the library. “You!” He boomed. “The finger! The finger!” On a good day, Blitzo would have said he’d flip the guy the bird and leave; but he didn’t. His tail tucked between his legs and he froze. He had no idea what was going on. Stolas rose and crossed the false garden, the little library, with enormous steps on his big graceful legs. He was at Blitzo’s side in what felt like a heartbeat. “Here,” he said quietly. “Here. This. He only means-” And he gestured downwards. There was a pointing finger, cast in bronze, about three feet back. Stolas put his hands on Blitzo’s shoulders and gently ushered him backwards, until he was behind the pointer. “That finger marks the bounds of knowledge here!” The King- the king? probably? shouted, sitting reclined in his enormous chair. “No servants are permitted! Stolas, tell this little-” “I will, Father,” Stolas interrupted, and Blitzo realized with a rush of mortification that he was tucked behind the Prince like he was a shield. “My valet has come to fetch me. It’s one o’clock.” “Oh.” The King quieted immediately. “Is it?” “It is.” “Hm,” the enormous man hummed, and went right back to the book in front of him, his ink-spattered desk. “You have my permission to go.”

Tagging @nyxofdemons, @goddessofcoloredpencils, an @hazbin-helluva-itch; thanks to @man--eater for the tag!

[technofinch]

Fascinated by this new thing my hair is doing where my bangs are curly but nothing else is

[icantalk710]

Tried out a closer gym in the Upper West Side for the first time for funsies/bc it was getting late, and it wasn't too shabby (small locker room tho for being a two-floorer), though despite it being leg day my chest apparently wanted to chest 😳

[iridescentoracle]

yes it's 1:47am on a friday and i am thinking about girl genius instead of going to bed

i cannot stop thinking about the theoretical possibility of a twin reveal happening in skifander. like i know we just had that light tease on monday of a maybe-reveal but i'll believe it when i see it and also i think a skifander reveal actually has an even higher chaos potential. i have like five different half-formed reveal scenarios floating around in my head right now and at least two of them involve someone actively trying to murder gil but i think my favorite at this exact moment is the idea of zeetha introducing everyone to her mom & company, with gil somewhere in the middle. zantabraxus spends the rest of the introductions being Very Normal And Polite To The Visitors and absolutely not doing anything to let on to anyone around her that she has any particular interest in gil.

at the earliest opportunity that won't draw attention she asks zeetha to bring gil (SUBTLY) to zanta's chambers/whatever so the three of them can have a nice private talk. gil's response is "oh so she does want me dead then" because he has in fact been getting some extremely weird and very intense vibes off her this whole time and he's known for ages his dad was obviously wrong about zeetha wanting him dead but he generally didn't get ideas like that out of nowhere so uhhhh Weird Intense Vibes zeetha's mom is pretending aren't there = she's the one klaus thought might intend to murder gil for some reason??

zeetha naturally laughs that off and drags him to meet zanta properly. the vibes remain Weird and Intense for about fifteen seconds as she just kind of stares at him silently for a minute before abruptly hugging him and saying something about how much she's missed him and how he's grown up so well and etc etc etc

gil, very confused, trying not to reflexively judo-flip a queen: zeetha, fully delighted by just how right she was continuing to Not Tell Him was absolutely the funniest option: [after a minute] zanta (realizing something is Up here and letting go of gil): …zeetha zanta: you did tell your brother what he was walking into and how skifander feels about twins before you brought him home, right? zeetha, cheerfully: nope! gil: her WHAT—

[birkholtz]

It makes me so sad that so many people's first anime these days is some dumb mainstream action-demon-killing-magic-explosion whatever. everyone's first anime should be an over the top emotional dramatic sports anime where teammates are telling each other how much they love each other and want to keep doing Sport together forever because Sport is a metaphor for LOVE and FRIENDSHIP and yes absolutely some of these teammates kiss each other when the cameras aren't rolling but what's most important is everyone loves Sport so so much and loves their teammates even more

[orcelito]

As for my post this morning. If anyone was worried. Me personally I'm okay (I guess) but my dad's in the hospital and things r still very up in the air. So.

[verygaypurplething]

rotef kins william Afton/hj