#well i simply would not have been surprised.

[lukolathoughts]

Nicola loves the girls, the gays, and Luke Newton.

Dearest gentle readers,

Well! What an interesting few days. I'm not sure where to even start. I just want to let Jakeholes know, this isn't the blog for you, so it's best you move along now before you start foaming at the mouth.

In my first blog, I touched on subtext and reading between the lines. This is something I teach to my students and encourage their critical thinking skills. I will give out a photo and ask my students to 'infer' from what they can see in the photograph. 'Inference is a process of deriving logical conclusions from premises known or assumed to be true. It is also a guess or an opinion that is formed based on the information that you have.' In an exam, if I gave the students a photograph and they simply told me that all they could see was that the sky was blue, the grass was green, the lady is wearing a green coat and the man a hoodie and a baseball hat, they would not get very many marks.

However, if they described what they could 'infer' from the photo, such as that handhold does not look genuine and his fingers are stiff, their laughter seems over the top, the man isn't wearing a coat in January. They seem to be looking directly at the photographer, they never make eye contact in any of the photos. This would get them some more marks. Then if they went that one step further and asked WHY to all these points and backed it up with a statement explaining why - they would get even more marks. For example, why isn't the man wearing a coat in January? This could suggest the weather is not that cold in London at the moment, or the this picture might be from an earlier time period. They could look at the shop displays for evidence. Why does the lady never make eye contact with the man, could it infer that she is uncomfortable doing so or the thought never occurred to her? Why are they looking directly at the photographer? Could it possibly indicate they knew the paparazzi were there? And why would they want the paparazzi to take their photo's? What do you say to that class? Are they a couple happily in love? Write me a story on it, one, two, three go! They say a picture paints a thousand words.

Now since Deux Moi dropped the photos just as I was cooking the kid's tea (British slang for dinner) I have once again been glued to Twitter. I had to take a break for a bit and ensure my offspring didn't starve, but I thought oh god another shitshow and the day isn't even over. But I open Instagram and I swear I had the best laugh I have had all day really. I'm not sure when these photos were taken. The weather does look mild to be January and Jake is wearing a hoodie, but my husband is stupid like this and walks around in board shorts. In January. In Wales. When I tell you it's baltic cold, I mean it. But men apparently don't feel the cold especially if you're 24 and plastered to the side of your bestie or PR girlfriend, however you prefer. Us Brits love analysing the weather, probably because it's so shit here. So the timing is not really the issue for me. What made me laugh was was those two belly-laughing in some London alleyway looking like, 'look at us, we're so funny, everything is hilarious haha.' This was quite surprising to me as I genuinely did not realise Jake had a sense of humour, especially around Nic. What did she say that was so funny? We know she has the ability to make Luke belly laugh just by scratching her nose really. It was almost as if it was all a bit orchestrated for the cameras they were staring directly at. 'Smile and laugh for the camera Jake! You've been framed!'

So what was this? A PR set up that Nic and Jake were clearly aware of? Call me sceptical, but I've never seen anything so obviously fake and staged in all my life. Well except the motorbike segment on Graham Norton on the 13th of December last year. I have thought a lot about this and I know I might get some hate, but it's my opinion and I'm sorry Nic if you ever read this. Another thing us English teachers like to do is DESCRIBE things. Describe it to me Peter, or it didn't happen. Touch, smell, sound, taste, sight. Those are the five senses and if you write me a story, you bet your ass they better be in it or it's an F for you. So Nicola, describe to me how it felt racing through London on the back of a motorbike driven by a geriatric, Guinness drinking granddad (do you like my use of alliteration here fellow English teachers?). Graham Norton - 'we have a picture of you on the bike!' Erm, no you have a picture of Nicola stood next to the bike with her thumbs up. There was a video released by her PR company simultaneously that shows Nicola in a STUDIO sitting on the bike and it moving very, very slowly. We do not see her whizzing away up the road on the back of said bike into oblivion, screaming like Michelle Phieffer in Grease 2, clutching on to cool rider Guinness granddad for dear life. In fact, when asked about the experience she recalls literally nothing. If it was me, I'd have been like OMG Graham I almost died! The wind was howling, I was freezing, all I could hear was the rush of wind and the honking horns of cars. All I could see was the glare of lights and traffic and I tasted my own tears through fear.

Watch it if you don't believe me. There was nothing. Am I positive it didn't happen? Actually yes, show me the footage and I'll believe. Why did she go through this elaborate scheme? I have my theories and I will not share them here. I have said enough. But I did get an image in my mind of Luke in Rome rubbing his forehead and thinking, what is she up to now? He was probably secretly a bit proud.

Ok back to tonight's debacle. After the shit show that was Luke's disastrous family weekend than had more taps dripping than the Leaky Cauldron in Harry Potter, I find it highly convenient these photos drop today of all days. I know that Nicola HATES Deux Moi and the feeling I believe is mutual. Wouldn't DM have looked at these photos logically and thought, well these two look like besties out for a stroll? I suppose she does not care, whatever sells right? Was this to yet again spite Nicola?

Or was this Nicola who saw everything that Luke endured this weekend, and quietly told her PR team to 'drop' the photos of me with Jake to divert some attention away. Did she come charging in on her white horse (motorbike) to save the day? There is also the highly suspicious tanned photo of Nic at the WT premiere and then Luke's photo from the funeral, (I do not condone this by the way and I was upset for him this morning and his invasion of privacy) which also shows a bit of a red, sunburned face. Did Nicola once again panic and try to control the narrative? I am lately still picking up on her nervous, scared energy in my readings. She is very nine of swords in her head. Losing sleep etc.

I do love a good mystery and folks, I guess if you are reading this and nodding and not screaming obscenities at me through your screen, I guess you are stuck here with me on the ship for the long haul. I actually loved these photos tonight as it gave me a good laugh and and it proved to me even further that Jake is to Nic what Kurt Hummel is to Rachel Berry. Besties. It is also quite ironic that the first pap pics of them last October dropped the week his trailer for WT dropped and these photos land the week his film is released! What are the chances! Coincidence, Sherlock?

PS. No I do NOT believe Antonia was at Luke's family member's funeral. We have to stop treating this girl like the bogeyman. Let her go and live her life. Luke is living his I have no doubt.

PPS. It is not homophobic to recognise someone is gay. I INFER this from his own Instagram and his friends and partner's posts. I am fed up of being called homophobic when I have a lot of gay friends and two gay cousins.

PPPS. Luke and Nic sitting in a tree, KISSSING. I see you Nic, you savvy little mamma ;,)

[storiesforallfandoms]

extreme jealousy ~ thomas shelby;peaky blinders

word count: 2075

request?: no

description: in which she’s finally had enough of thomas shelby when he supposedly kills the man she’s been having a fling with

pairing: thomas shelby x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of death, use of y/n

masterlist (one, two, three)

Tommy was in his study when he heard the sound of his front door slamming shut. He knew exactly who it was. He had left the door unlocked for her, anticipating her appearance.

When she appeared in the doorway, her jaw was clenched and one of her hands was balled into a fist. Tommy simply glanced up from his paper work at her. “Hello, (Y/N).”

“You absolute fucking prick,” she sneered. “You fucking killed Alfie?!”

Tommy sighed, as if (Y/N)’s outburst was an inconvenience to him. “(Y/N) - ”

“No!” she cut him off. “I don’t want to hear whatever bullshit you have cooked up to tell me to try and justify what you did.”

If she was pissed off upon her arrival, then (Y/N) became furious when Tommy took off his glasses and placed them on his desk, then stood and calmly walked to his assortment of liquor. He picked up two glasses, without asking (Y/N) if she wanted one. He knew she’d just continue to throw profanities at him anyways. He dropped two ice cubes each into the glasses and poured them a glass of whiskey each.

Tommy didn’t have to ask how she found out about Alfie so quickly, because he had sent someone to tell her. The moment he knew he would have to kill Alfie, he called for Johnny Dogs to come with him. Johnny was confused at first, thinking Tommy was requesting backup for his meeting. However, when they arrived, Tommy explained he wanted Johnny to witness what was happening, and once it was finished, he wanted Johnny to go tell (Y/N) what had happened.

The news would’ve gotten to her either way, he knew. The smallest kindness he could give her was to make sure she knew right away, and that she knew the truth.

Mostly the truth.

When he offered her the glass, Tommy didn’t expect her to simply take it. He figured she would’ve hurtled the liquor at him, the glass too. He didn’t expect the offering to go well. To his surprise, however, (Y/N) looked at him for a long time before snatching the glass from his hand. She downed the contents in one gulp before handing the glass back to Tommy. Despite his amusement, Tommy knew better than to smile or chuckle.

“Alfie betrayed us,” he explained, as he handed (Y/N) his own glass and went to pour more whiskey into the empty glass for himself. “He gave Changretta information that led to Arthur almost getting murdered. You know I could not let the betrayal go, but especially not when my family’s life is on the line.”

(Y/N) scoffed. “You put your own family’s lives on the line all the time.”

“I never make them do something that could kill them. I calculate very move - ”

“Oh, bullshit,” (Y/N) cut him off. “I’ve known you long enough, Tommy. You don’t calculate shit. You send anyone out into the line of fire, and you get lucky enough that no one gets killed.”

There was a tense silence. (Y/N) had a moment of realization about what she said. She let out a heavy sigh and uttered a soft, “I’m sorry.”

Tommy simply took a sip of his drink. (Y/N) mirrored him, drinking this glass much slower than the last.

“You didn’t have to kill him,” she finally said. Her tone was a little more calm, but Tommy could still hear the anger.

“I had to prove a lesson.”

“You could’ve done that without fucking killing him, Tommy!”

“There’s no other way, (Y/N). If I just wounded him but let him live, it would put out a different message about me and about the Peaky Blinders. It would let everyone know that you can betray us and get away with it.”

(Y/N) was shaking her head. In the dim light of Tommy’s office, he could see tears welling up in her eyes. He had to look away from her so she didn’t see how much her upset was affecting him.

“It’s not just the betrayal,” she said, her voice shaking slightly. “I know it’s not. You were looking for any reason to get rid of Alfie since you found out about us.”

Tommy’s hand tightened around his glass.

It had been merely a month ago that Tommy had walked into Alfie Solomon’s office and found him with (Y/N) on his lap. Luckily, their clothes were still on and nothing indecent was happening. If he had shown up a few minutes later they probably would’ve been, but all he walked in on was the two of them making out. (Y/N) was quickly off Alfie’s lap and out the door after Tommy’s interruption, muttering something about seeing Tommy later. Alfie nonchalantly explained to Tommy that he and (Y/N) had been fucking around for a while now.

Even now, Alfie’s explanation made Tommy angry. “Fucking around”, not even “seeing each other”, which would’ve indicated that Alfie saw (Y/N) as more than just someone to call for a quick fuck. And Tommy thought she deserved more than that.

Not that he’d ever say that out loud.

“It has nothing to do with you,” he told her.

“Bullshit!” (Y/N) snapped. “You need to have control over everyone in your life. You never liked Alfie, even though you two are exactly alike. So when you realized you were losing control over me because I was with Alfie, you wanted a reason to get rid of him! It’s not fucking fair, Tommy! You can’t keep controlling everyone just because you think you’re fucking God! We are all human beings, we are not your playthings!”

As she ranted, Tommy approached (Y/N). He grabbed hold of her shoulders and forced her to look at him. “(Y/N), Alfie isn’t dead!”

(Y/N) stopped talking abruptly. She furrowed her brows at him, as if she didn’t believe him. “But...Johnny Dogs came to my place. He said he was there, he said he saw you shoot Alfie in the eye. He said...he said you left him on the beach.”

Tommy sighed. He hadn’t planned on telling (Y/N) the truth, that he hadn’t actually killed Alfie. The more people who thought Alfie was actually dead, the better. Just like with their plan to fake Arthur’s death. But he couldn’t stand to have (Y/N) here yelling at him over Alfie’s fake death any longer. He thought he could convince her it was the right thing to do, but the more angry she was, the more he was afraid he was actually pushing her away.

“The shot missed,” he admitted. “It grazed Alfie’s cheek instead. After I sent Johnny Dogs to your place, I went back to check for myself. Alfie was still breathing, albeit he was bleeding out quickly. I made some calls, had some people go get him and patch him up so he wouldn’t die. And I sent a message to him to get the fuck out of Birmingham once he was fully recovered. I may have let him live, but he still betrayed us and my message still needed to be heard.”

(Y/N)’s eyes were searching Tommy’s face, trying to see if there was a hint of dishonesty. Finally, she asked, “Where is he?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Fuck sakes, Tommy!” She broke away from him, her anger ignited again.

Now, Tommy was starting to get frustrated as well. He thought telling (Y/N) would mean she would drop the subject. That she would stop getting angry with him and they could move on from Alfie. So, he also snapped, “I don’t want you to see Alfie anymore!”

“Why?!”

“Because I’m in love with you!”

The whole room fell still. (Y/N) literally took a step back at Tommy’s outburst. He wanted desperately to take it back, but it was out there now. He turned away from her and went to filled his glass again, which had managed to go empty in the last few minutes.

(Y/N) finally broke the silence to say, “So...did you kill - try to kill Alfie...because you were jealous?”

Tommy let out a humorless laugh. “I’d be lying if I said that wasn’t part of the reason.”

“But...but Lizzie...”

Tommy sighed. Indeed, Lizzie.

The woman who was currently carrying his child. The woman who he held such a high regard for. The woman he had used when he was missing Grace a little and was heartbroken after seeing Alfie and (Y/N) together. A brief moment of vulnerability that resulted in a child.

“I intend to marry Lizzie,” Tommy admitted. “I have to. I respect her too much to let her give birth to a bastard child.”

“But you don’t love her.”

Tommy shook it head. “She doesn’t love me, either. We’ve both established that. We accidentally created a child together, and the right thing to do in this situation is to be married so that Lizzie isn’t a mother out of wedlock and the child isn’t a bastard.”

Tears were welling up in (Y/N)’s eyes again. “Well then, you’ve managed to break my heart twice in one day, Tommy.”

(Y/N) had turned and left his office before Tommy would comprehend what she had said. He was quick to put down his glass and race after her. She was taking quick strides to get to the door before he could reach her, but in the end Tommy was faster. He took hold of her shoulders again, stopping her in her tracks and turning her to face him.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Just let it go, Tommy.”

“No. (Y/N), what do you mean I broke your heart twice?”

She was crying now, unable to stop the flow of tears. She looked up into Tommy’s eyes and said, “The first time you broke my heart was when you sent Johnny Dogs to tell me you killed Alfie. The second time was when you told me you loved me and made me think I had a chance, before telling me you intend on marrying another woman.”

Tommy could hardly comprehend what he was hearing. There was no way (Y/N) was admitting to loving him back. It just seemed impossible. Moments ago she was screaming at him for killing the man she was seeing (”fucking around with”), and now she was telling him that he had broken her heart by telling her he intended on marrying Lizzie. It just seemed too good to be true.

“Can you let me go?” she asked, her voice small. “I don’t think I can be here with you anymore, Tommy.”

He didn’t let her go. Instead, he pulled her close and pressed his lips to hers. It was an impulsive decision. He couldn’t let her leave like this.

When she pulled away, he let her. He let go of her, even though it risked her running off. He wouldn’t force her to stay there if she didn’t want to, but he couldn’t let her leave thinking that she had no chance of being with him.

But she didn’t leave. Instead, all she said was, “Lizzie...”

“I can work something out with Lizzie,” he said. “Maybe not marriage, but something. It’s my child she’s carrying, she’s got personal connections to the Peaky Blinders. Even if I don’t marry her, I can still make sure she is protected and respected.”

“But you just said - ”

“(Y/N),” he cut her off. “If you want me, then you will have me. There will be no one else. All you have to do is say the word, and it’ll just be you.”

A chuckle escaped her lips. “Of course, Tommy.”

Tommy wasted no time in taking (Y/N) into his arms and kissing her again. This time, she leaned into him. She let him envelope her in his embrace and hold her completely to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close.

“I’m still a little mad at you for making me believe you shot Alfie,” she mumbled against his lips.

Tommy chuckled. “It’s part of the job, love. You’ll have to get used to it.”

“As long as you’re no the one getting shot in the face, then I think I can be okay with it.”

He kissed her again. He never wanted to stop kissing her.

[lesbiansforboromir]

I'm still so annoyed about the whole Warden narrative too. Like why do I, a Warden, have to act surprised that Wardens did something shadey and amoral in order to defeat a blight some hundreds of years ago? That's literally all Wardens do. Even if you have lived a blessed and benevolent warden life from the moment of your joining till now, you at LEAST know that your order lies to it's recruits about what the Joining entails. You at least know that that has cost countless 'honourary wardens' their lives, including some who were simply killed because they refused to drink the soup. Why the HELL would the Wardens expect the order to treat their steeds with more honour than they treat their own members. Like I cannot concieve of this Warden that is unnerved to discover that the Wardens kept a secret vault of all the recovered archdemon remains. WHERE DO YOU THINK THEY GOT ALL THE JOINING BLOOD FROM!! Are you all stupid?? 'What are all these numbers above these big doors' 'they're the years a blight ended' 'well thats not ominous' IT'S LITERALLY NOT? WHAT THE HELL IS OMINOUS ABOUT SEEING BLIGHT DATES IN A DARK SITE RUN BY THE BLIGHT-STOPPING-ORDER??! And for that matter, what is so bad about putting all the griffon skeletons here anyway? I mean it's already bizarre that they didn't just burn them, that's the funery practice for most of the continent, but since they've kept these thousands of blighted Griffon skeletons why is it bad to keep them in the Cauldron? It's The Place For Blighted Corpses. It's a research site. Sure it's also where you put the things you don't want the rest of Thedas to know about, you know, like the JOINING? The thing literally all wardens go through!! The first and blackest and most haunting secret that all Wardens must keep!! Isseya is like 'The Wardens abused the Griffons, once proud warriors left in this Cauldron and forgotten' THERE ARE SO MANY GRIFFON STATUES EVERYWHERE!! WITH THEIR NAMES ON PLAQUES NO LESS. THEY REMAIN ONE OF THE MOST REVERED CREATURES IN THEDAS, THEY PAID THE PRICE EVERY GREY WARDEN IS EXPECTED TO PAY AND ARE HONOURED AND BELOVED FOR IT, WHO THE HELL ''FORGOT'' THEM?? Certainly not the goddamn Wardens who use them as their heraldry and emboss them on every piece of armour or scrap of leather they can find! You're saying NONE of these people even think to say 'well hang on, it was tragic that the joining turned out fatal for the Griffons, but the Grey Wardens didn't know that at the time, the fourth blight had been going on for more than a decade, the Griffons were dying from being infected with the blight anyway and this choice DID successfully lead to the end of the fourth blight, which is the single only thing we are here to do! Seems like business as usual in Grey Warden Town to me.' Like!! Why are we going through some moral reckoning with Warden actions from fucking four hundred years ago when Clarel tried to mass-warden-blood-sacrifice up a demon army to invade the deep roads like.... YESTERDAY.

[ariadnes-elixirs]

thinking about a yandere neighbor turned boyfriend

(male yandere x gn reader)

part 1 / part 2

tw: references to murder and yandere adjacent themes but its not too bad, reader also has poor eating habits and doesnt take care of themselves

it had been a month since you started dating elliott. after you had found out about the death of your boss, he comforted you and cooked you a nice meal in his apartment next door. in fact, it was the only real meal you had eaten in a couple days. by pure coincidence, he had also made your favorite meal.

the look on his face when you ate his cooking was so sweet and soft, and when you looked up and met his eyes he just smiled at you so kindly.

his pale blue hair framing his face as he tilted his head to the side, resting on his right hand with his elbow on the table. he did seem to be staring at you a lot, but he was probably just worried. right?

after that, your meetings became more frequent. then eventually you exchanged phone numbers and started hanging out in each other's apartments.

it was one of these hangouts where you realized you had begun to like him romantically. he was always sweet with you, he would cook for you, he would fret over your health and wellbeing, and he was just there for you. which is more than you could say compared to most of the people you were close with.

then you noticed just how pretty he was. his hair was very well taken care of, and he had a whole routine to keep it looking healthy. one day you had asked to touch it, and it was so soft. during that entire interaction, he just smiled and looked at you with those big blue eyes. his eyes were almond shaped and almost black. yet, they only looked at you with kindness. you had also asked, and it turns out he had 17 piercings, most of them on the ears. but when you got up close, you could only count 14 on his ears and face.

you were surprised when you found out he didn't have a lover. he seem like he would be the perfect boyfriend, or even house husband, but when you joked about this with him it always made his face go red. he would look away, all flustered and stammering while you giggled.

the two of you were having just a regular day together, where you would simply spend time with each other. it was one of those days where he noticed you hadn't eaten, even at seven in the evening. he scolded you while starting up the stove, and casually cooked you one of your favorite meals. you both were sitting at your poor excuse of a dining table, you were eating and he was talking. then he just stopped.

you looked up from your meal, and before you could ask him why he stopped talking, he confessed.

"i will love you for the rest of my life, if you would allow me to," he said.

ever since, the two of you have been in a happy relationship.

the first month was full of bliss, almost like you two were a married couple. he would come over to your apartment or you would go over to his almost every day, you would spend time together, and to you, it was perfect.

to him, it was heaven.

that is... until your ex showed up.

then all hell broke loose.

a/n: he's just a little guy in love <3

at least... that's what he wants you to think. he's still a sweetie pie, just a little bit of an unhinged sweetie pie.

i kinda wanna do a part from his perspective before continuing the story... thoughts?

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

Darry came home to odd shit in his house all the time. To be fair he was related to two 'n the others, well, he couldn't get rid of them now. But other than its occupants, Darry was used to comin' home to cans twisted up to look like little men, knives stuck in the wall holdin' up keys or notes, 'n the odd beer bottle with a candle stuck down in it. His brothers had an affinity for the type of decor that would be home in a kindergarten class 'n Darry had to pick his battles. Glory knows they gave him his choice.

Hell, last month he'd come home to three traffic signs mounted around his living room. He'd promptly forced Soda, Steve, Two, 'n Dallas to return them to wherever the hell they had taken 'em from. They had bitched 'til kingdom come until Darry had threatened to load them up into the truck with those forsaken signs 'n call the damn cops on them himself. Of course, he hadn't meant it. They'd trudged out with one sign between the four of them swearin' they'd come back for the others too. And, naturally, they got caught.

Soda had used his one phone call to beg Darry to pick them up, Steve to whine about how they'd only gotten caught 'cause Darry had made them put them back, 'n Two to make a long series of jokes that ended with Darry threatenin' to leave him there for the night. Dallas had apparently elected to call Tim to bitch instead. 'N Tim had called him. Glory, he should have just left them there forever.

Since both groups were firmly blamin' the opposite party for the events of that night, Darry had elected to save himself the damn headache 'n just let them leave the two signs they hadn't managed to return on their walls. The odd street sign would still sometimes show up, but as long as they weren't important ones Darry simply pretended they weren't there.

So when he trudged into the house 'n glanced at the peelin' wallpaper, he wasn't necessarily surprised to see the new addition. He toes off his boots 'n hangs his keys on the knife buried so deep in the wall none of them can get it out. Darry makes an absentminded mental note to ask one of the men on his crew about it. Pony knew his son 'n he's sure he'd seen worse.

He turns to take a look at whatever was simmerin' on the stove when he catches his name on the piece of paper haphazardly drawn out into a chart 'n pinned to the wall.

In descendin' order the chart reads angelic, good enough, toein' the line, in the shit, Darry's gonna kick your ass, capital F fucked.

"Hey y'all, what the hell is this?" Pony looks up from the kitchen table where him 'n Soda are scratchin' away at old clothes pins. Pony's holdin' a pen knife clenched in his fist, stabbin' away far too close to his fingers for comfort. Darry reaches over 'n adjusts his grip, whackin' him gently on the head.

Steve ducks into the kitchen, brandishin' his own clothespin. He shoots Darry a grin 'n clips it to the chart at angelic. Darry can see his name carved into the side. "Provin' a point is what it is."

"Knock that shit down to fucked- you're pissin' me off." Pony scowls, goes back to his project, lookin' at Darry pointedly as he moves his fingers away.

"Ok. Well. Anyone wanna explain the point to me or am I gonna have to figure it out myself?" Darry sighs, glances into the living room where Two-Bit has been conspicuously silent. He's standin' on the couch, tongue between his teeth 'n brow furrowed as he frantically screws a yield sign into the wall, not noticin' Darry at all. "Two-Bit Matthews!" Two's head whips up at him with a big grin, droppin' the screwdriver 'n leanin' against the wall to block his handiwork like Darry hadn't just watched him for a full ten seconds.

"Darry! What are you doin' here?" Darry rolls his eyes 'n Soda snickers from somewhere behind him.

"Oh fuck, Soda, casserole." Soda scrambles up from the table so fast his chair falls backward. Darry shakes his head 'n sighs.

"Two I live here."

"So... come here often?" Both Pony 'n Steve snicker 'n then glare at each other like it was a cardinal sin that they both find the same joke funny.

"I'm gonna close my eyes 'n if that damn sign is gone by the time I open them I won't kick your ass." Darry drops his head against the door frame 'n shuts his eyes 'n Two mutters fuck 'n dives for the screwdriver. "Now would be an excellent time to explain that shit on my wall, by the way, Pone." Darry prompts, eyes still shut. Glory, he could fall asleep right there in the doorway.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." Soda opens the oven 'n the distinctive smell of burnin' food pours into the kitchen. Darry raises an eyebrow 'n turns half around.

"Hey, don't open your eyes yet I'm workin' on it!" Two shrieks 'n Darry manages to roll his eyes with them still closed.

"Lordy, fine. Soda, lil' buddy? All good?" There's half a second of silence 'n then Soda snorts a laugh.

"Anyone want Dairy Queen for dinner?" Darry lets out an almighty sigh 'n Soda makes a disappointed sound in the back of his throat.

"Well, worth a shot. PB 'n J guys?" Pony groans 'n Darry can hear the thunk as he drops his head hard onto the table.

"Pone, this shit on my wall?"

"Oh. Steve thinks he's less of an asshole than I am. 'N I think he's a liar. So we're provin' it-"

"Nuh-uh. The kid thinks he's better behaved 'n I think that's horseshit. So we're doin' a chart to prove that he's the one always actin' like a hooligan-"

"Who are you callin' hoologian? Don't you have your own house? Why don't you stop loiterin'-"

"You're just mad Soda actually picked my ass 'n got stuck with you-"

"Glory God almighty. This shit's like, what? A behavior chart? What level is pissin' me off 'cause you're both there right now."

"Darrr-"

"Aw, man c'mon. We didn't mean it." Darry stops noddin' off standin' up to glance over his shoulder at Pony 'n Steve. Their fightin' damn near forgotten they're both starin' at Darry with twin pouts. Darry actually snorts a laugh before he swallows it down, muffles it with a cough.

He fixes them both with a glare 'n jerks a thumb at the chart. "C'mon. Both of you down to, uh," He peeks over his shoulder at the rankin', "in shit. I'm sick of you fightin'." He really doesn't know what he expects but he can tell you what he doesn't. 'N that's for both Steve 'n Pony to glower at each other but shuffle sadly over to the wall to fix their clips 'n then plop back down at the table 'n actually knock it off.

"C'mon, if I have to get knocked down for just ribbin' the kid then Two better get knocked down for that sign shit." Two lets out an indignant gasp 'n clutches a hand to his chest, finally reappearin' in the kitchen with the sign held behind his back.

"What sign?" Darry narrows his eyes at him in contemplation, rockin' his jaw back 'n forth like he always does when he's thinkin'.

"Yeah, alright. You're below Steve 'n Pony." Two's jaw drops open 'n he lets out an indignant wail.

"Woah, woah, woah! C'mon I'll patch the hole I put in the wall." Darry opens his mouth 'n Two barrels on. "In fact I'll even patch the holes from the last one too." Two wheedles, droppin' the sign behind his leg, foldin' his hands together 'n blinkin' up at Darry.

"Fine. You can be on Steve 'n Pony's." Two hoots 'n snatches one of the unmarked pins, scratchin' his name into it 'n slidin' it over Pony's.

"Hey!"

"That's not fair!"

Darry rolls his eyes. "Well, I didn't hear any offers from you two." Two grins smugly at them, Steve flips him off 'n Pony sticks out his tongue.

Soda snatches up his, suddenly very interested in the proceedin's. "Where am I, Dar?" Darry studies him, finger pressed to his lips.

"You can be in toein'. All you did was burn dinner, that's in your nature I should have known better." Darry ruffles his hair when Soda lets out a little scoff. He flounces past Darry, stickin' his tongue out at Steve 'n puttin' his clip the highest of all of them with great flourish.

"Hey Dar, why don't we get somethin' if we don't get bad marks for the week?" Pony sticks his bottom lip out a lil' 'n Darry rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, I'll tell you what you get. Your ass not kicked."

"Aw, c'mon Dar. What if when we stay good we get Dairy Queen?" Darry leans against the door frame. Studies his kid brothers gathered in the kitchen as they all blink back at him 'n suddenly remember somethin' they all have in common.

"How about this, if you all stay in the black you get Dairy Queen at the end of the week." Two 'n Soda let out a whoops 'n Pony 'n Steve grin. Darry puts up a hand to indicate he ain't finished yet. "'N the lowest one has to pay."

A fierce urge to win. Especially against each other.

They all stop, eye each other with sharp-toothed grins 'n mischievous smirks.

Well. For once one of Steve 'n Pony's fights had done Darry a favor. 'N he had a feelin' that stupid chart was about to make his life a whole lot easier.

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Broken cycles and fixed bonds (Part 5)

“Are you two planning on staying?”  Caitlyn’s eyes are hopeful as she looks to the couple.  “I would like to but ultimately it depends on her” Jinx looks down to Y/N’s still sleeping form, peacefully nuzzled against her.  “I could really use my sister around here” Caitlyn whispers heartfeltly, her eyes glossing over.  “I’m sure you both could, I know I need my sister around now” Jinx says with a smile directed at Vi who smiles in return, the feeling mutual.

“Although I’m not sure she is one for paperwork and meetings” Jinx tilts her head ever so slightly.  “You’ll be surprised how well she used to handle the family business with her mother, she was her mother’s prodigy” Tobius speaks up with a warm smile reminiscing.  “She insisted she would learn how to do everything so that one day when Caitlyn took over as the family head, she could assist her flawlessly” Tobius laughs with a shake of his head.  Caitlyn’s eyes sparkle with amusement, as she chuckles at her sister’s antics.

“She really was the responsible one between us.  I was the one who wanted to sneak out and have adventures.”  Vi laughs softly at Caitlyn’s memory, Jinx can only smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners.  Y/N stirs in her sleeps, and Jinx’s gaze immediately falls to her, a look of concern crossing her face. However, Y/N simply snuggles deeper into the blanket, a soft sigh escaping her lips.  Once she settles again, they continue their conversation.  “She was just as bad as you Caitlyn, don’t you worry” Tobius laughs.

“if she wasn’t with your mother doing an abundance of work” Tobius sniggers at his over exaggeration, “she was in the lab or getting up to mischief, sometimes worse than you might I add” he finishes with a laugh, “don’t forget sneaking out to go to the prescient to spar with Greyson”  Caitlyn chuckles now too as Jinx’s eyes light up with amusement, grinning at her girlfriend’s mischievous antics. “Sounds like we missed out on a lot of fun.” Vi jokes with a chuckle, shaking her head.  “I think we had a fair share of mischief in Piltover, definitely more than Cassandra wanted” Tobius’s laughter fades, turning to look at Y/N with a warm, nostalgic gaze.  “it’s nice to remember the good times, she’s been through so much…” His voice trails off and the room falls silent once more, the fire crackling being the only sound in the room.

“Perhaps I should go see Mel, maybe she can help with Y/N’s arcane abilities”  Caitlyn breaks the silence, thinking of Mel Madarda.  Jinx’s expression turned thoughtful before ultimately agreeing before her brows furrow, “wasn’t her mom that crazy warlord that attacked Piltover?” Jinx asks as everyone turns sombre remembering how Ambessa and the Noxus army attacked the city, sided with one of their own, Viktor.  They had all lost so much and so many that day, the room falls silent at the memory.

“as far as I’ve heard she’s got a good handle on her arcane abilities, perhaps she can help guide Y/N?  Help her embrace who and what she is”  Caitlyn speaks up through the gloomy air in the room.  “It’s worth a try” Tobius agrees.  “I will have to ask her to take up my position on the council during my absence, hopefully it will sway her into staying permanently”  Caitlyn’s voice hopeful as she looks to her sister’s sleeping form.  “Will she accept?”  Tobius turns to Caitlyn, his tone wary, “I’m hoping she will, she knows how to run the family business after all, nothing has truly changed in the years of her absence.” Caitlyn speaks confidently, she knows her sister, knows that her family will always be her number one priority.

“And maybe, just maybe, her girlfriend wouldn’t mind helping convince her?” Vi hints cautiously to Jinx who smiles and nods in return.  Jinx’s smile turns sly as she leans in, a mischievous glint in her eyes, “oh I think I can be very persuasive when I need to be” she winks with a smirk, Vi chuckles, a low, throaty sound, at the implication Tobius’s face turns a light shade of pink, clearing his throat in embarrassment. Caitlyn rolls her eyes good-naturedly, a small smile painted on her face.

“Maybe we better get everyone to bed, we can discuss this tomorrow” Tobius says as he begins to clear the tray of teacups.  Nodding in agreement, Vi stands up with Caitlyn, stretching her arms over her head.  “sounds like a plan to me, I’m beat”  Caitlyn hums in agreement before yawning, before turning her attention to Jinx who is still sat in the chair with a sleeping Y/N.  “Are you going to be alright or do you need help?”  Caitlyn questions looking to Jinx, there would be absolutely no way any of them would be able to carry her through to a room, however Jinx just smiles with a small shake of her head, “I’ve got her.”

She waits for everyone to file out of the room, biding goodnight to one another as she gently brushes a strand of hair out of Y/N’s face, “hey toots, lets get you to bed huh” Jinx whispers placing delicate kisses across her face whilst the latter groans in response, deciding to snuggle further into her lover’s side.  Jinx repeating the same action as Caitlyn stood in the doorway watching the interaction with a soft smile.  Jinx’s whispers grow softer, her kisses gentle as she coaxes Y/N into a more wakeful state.  “Come on sleepyhead…let’s get you to bed”  Y/N groggily opens her eyes, blinking slowly as she focuses on her girlfriend’s face, a small smile forming.  “Come on toots” Jinx guides the lethargic Kiramman through the house to the guest room, gently turning the handle and pushing the door open, once inside Y/N is quick to collapse on the bed and back into a deep sleep.

Jinx shakes her head at her girlfriend’s antics before looking around the dimly lit room before spotting their luggage in the corner.  She can’t help but smile at the woman, moving to brush a tendril of hair out of her face once more before placing a chaste kiss to he lips, “I love you” she whispers before standing once more.  Once the blue haired woman has found some comfortable clothes for both of them to ware to bed she is quick to strip Y/N, carefully redressing her in suitable sleep ware before doing the same with herself and carefully climbing into bed next to her.

Y/N is quick to pull Jinx flush against her sleeping form drawing a smile for her as she wraps her arms around her in return, settling into comfort as their grips tightened around one another.  The warmth and comfort they provide each other is quick to lull them into a peaceful sleep, the only sounds is the soft synchronised rhythm of their breathing.

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According to The thought experiment: What would happen if humans grew wings? from BBC Science Focus Magazine, humans would have very large chests if they had wings since wings are dependant on the pectoral muscles and our chests as they are simply wouldn't be enough to support them, the images showed humans with wings for arms rather than wings on their backs like we usually think of for Crowyuan but I'm assuming it would have the same effect. Assuming Crowyuan looks like a feathery human like the fanart you've received of him, do you think he would have this? Or would PIDW logic tone it down to just having a large chest in a Mobei-Jun way? Do you think that crow demons would simply be far better equipped to handle wings despite looking mostly human because Airplane Wrote It? Or would the system put more of our world's logic into place to fill in plot holes? I'd be surprised if Bingge didn't have a crow demon wife mixed somewhere in the harem, what if Airplane read that wings are dependant on pectoral muscles and ran with it to give her massive boobs?

Firstly, I showed this to my non-danmei reading friend and two quotes I'd like to share from her are "why are your followers doing scientific research into this?" (Wouldn't you like to know, weather boy?) and pronouncing 'Bingge' as 'binge' which just made me cackle for at least a minute after I realised who she was talking about.

Anyway, onto actually answering this bad boy!!!

Okay so, first, there is a (possible) variation of Crowyuan that would have wings for arms which is Harpy-Crowyuan, but just in general I really really love the idea of Crowyuan having quite a large chest in order to accommodate his wings, and I like to think that it stems from an angry rant Shen Yuan had in Airplane's comments after a chapter introducing the crow demons. Airplane actually responded being like ".....soooo.... they've all got huge boobs?" (<- freak for that shit <3) - this led to another angry rampage, but Airplane was already gone with the wind.

Unlike Mobei Jun's chest, which I do believe have a bit of give considering that Airplane thinks about *clears throat* burying his face into them and *clears throat louder* squish them, Crowyuan's chest would be ALL muscle. There's not a single bit of squish to those fuckers, they are (for lack of better phrasing) rock hard. He wears baggier robes (not too baggy, he's still a scholar 😌) not to hide them but to accommodate for them as well as his wings (he just has two huge slits in the back of all of his robes which I think is so silly).

Crowyuan is well aware of why his chest is big but he also specifically remembers Airplane's comment when he talked about it furiously in one of his comments and is often muttering to himself like "I cannot believe this is what he did with scientific information" when trying to dress himself with clothes that have not been tailored for his HUGE TI- pecs. His. Pecs.

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could you please make smut bottom!chameleon fic, kuro? I'm starving😞

Same anon same.... always starving for more Chameleon content 😔

18+ CONTENT

Game: Path to Nowhere

Characters: Chameleon x fem!reader (Chief)

Type: Smut with little plot

Your encounter with Chameleon had been most surprising, and one of the toughest detainments you handled so far. In the end, you reached a mutual agreement with her where you became her 'toy' while she accepted arrest and stayed in the bureau. You thought keeping up with her antics would be a pain, but she was surprisingly cooperative outside of a few incidents. And, what did becoming her 'toy' really mean? Well, you certainly weren't expecting to have to satisfy her in all sorts of ways— even sexually. Initially hesitant to do such things with your Sinner, you realized it was essential for her recovery. Not to mention, you couldn't deny she was beautiful, stunning even.

It was an ordinary day when you were seated in your office, buried in bundles of paperwork. Time quickly ran as you didn’t come out at all, determined to complete things as soon as possible. It didn’t help how you had various meetings scheduled throughout the day that hindered your progress and added more to the never-ending pile. You scratched your head as you dragged your pen across the paper, the simple object feeling heavy in your hands by the continuous usage. A sudden knock on your door was heard but you couldn’t even look up and simply allowed the person to come in.

“You look miserable, Chief~”

A familiar sultry voice spoke and you finally looked up, your eyes widened at the guest.

“Chameleon? Is something the matter?”

Chameleon smiled and closed the door behind her then walked closer to you, standing beside your chair and glancing at the stack of papers on your desk.

“Hard at work as always.... But, you do realize you have been working non-stop since morning today?”

She remarked before leaning against the edge of the desk with her arms folded over her chest. You let out a sigh then went back to focusing on the documents in front of you.

“I have no other choice. If everything is okay then could you leave me alone for now? I really need to complete all this.”

Chameleon’s eyes narrowed at your statement and she sat up on the desk now then leaned near you, tracing her hand over your face.

“Surely you can spare a few moments to assist your dear Sinner?~”

You had no energy nor time to deal with her and felt slightly annoyed at her provocation.

“If you want to toy with me then you’ll have to wait more. I’m afraid I won’t be available tonight.”

You firmly replied while continuing with your work, not even glancing at her tempting figure beside you. Chameleon now placed her hand behind your head and caressed your nape while twirling some of your hair strands in her fingers.

“I can make it quick for you, my dear Chief. You simply have to do as I say~”

You tried to duck your head out of her hold, not liking the intruding presence.

“Please, Chameleon. I really can’t toni-“

Your comms rung before you could complete your words. Glancing at the clock, you suddenly recalled you had a meeting scheduled right now and had to take this call.

“I need to work, Chameleon. Please, don’t disturb me for now.” You tried to insist as politely as possible to make her go away but she seemed hellbent on staying and having her way.

You stood up from your seat and walked away to another corner of the office, hoping to not be disturbed. Chameleon watched you silently, her eyes squinting further as she didn’t like how you kept denying and ignoring her. In truth, she had a slightly different reason to come here tonight. She indeed wanted to use you like always, but she wanted to do it differently than usual. You stood with your back towards her and faced the wall as you talked, she had no interest in the conversation and waited for a few moments until her patience ran thin. She removed her spectacles then leisurely paced towards you, her heels tapping on the floor.

You were lost in the conversation and didn’t hear her movements, nor her presence behind you once she reached up to you. You merely felt her arms wrapping around you then were suddenly pushed forward a few steps and leaned on the wall with one hand as Chameleon embraced you from behind with a rapid force. Her arms looped over your shoulders tightly and her body pressed to yours, her lips grazing your ear as she breathed. You let out a small gasp from the force of being pushed, making the person on the other end of the call question your wellbeing.

“A-Ah, I’m fine. Could you give me a moment?” you spoke on the call and looked at Chameleon over your shoulder with a frown.

“Chameleon, what are you doing?! I told you I-!“ you whispered in a panicked tone while trying to move out of her hold, but her grip only tightened further and she let out a sultry chuckle.

“And you are free to do your work, Chief. Don’t mind me, I’ll just help myself~”

You were about to protest further but the voice in your comms spoke again and you had to focus back, hoping Chameleon wouldn’t do something drastic. However, your worst fears came true. While she remained fairly quiet throughout, her hands and lips didn’t stop moving all over your body. Her lips travelled up and down your neck to plant kisses, occasionally licking up your ear lobe and nibbling it, while her hands were busy trying to undress you but teasingly holding back. Her fingers would graze the buttons of your shirt and pants, and every time you prepared yourself for the outcome but she’d pull away and continue her previous ministrations.

You were desperately holding back from making any strange sounds, biting down on your lower lip whenever she’d lick your ear or bracing against the wall when she’d tease to take off your clothes. This was indeed her just playing with you, making you restless and worked up. But you didn’t expect her to remain so civilized and actually wait for you to get free. Her left hand now dragged across your body and grasped your head then tilted it forward with a gentle push, her fingers then brushed aside your neck and exposed your nape followed by her attaching her lips to your skin, kissing and sucking on some spots.

“Mmh-!” you let out a muffled whine when her teeth closed in on your nape.

“Haah.... Chief....~” she softly moaned in your ear, and you were praying the person on the call couldn’t hear.

“Hm? Are you okay, Chief? You have been sounding rather discomforted for a while.” The caller questioned.

“I-I’m fine! Sorry about that. Could you repeat what you were saying?”

“It’s okay, this is sufficient for now. I will connect with you tomorrow, have a good night.”

The call finally ended. You had barely pressed the button on your comm when Chameleon turned you over to face her and pushed you back to the wall more, now pressing you against it completely.

“Ngh-! Chameleon, what is wrong with you? Why are you acting this way?” you spoke in an annoyed tone. Her response was her usual smirk while her hands dragged down your arms, her fingers tracing your wrist then intertwining your palms together.

“You should know by now how I am, Chief. How is this any different from our usual sessions?~”

Indeed, this was just her way of doing things. But you couldn’t help but notice something was different, though you couldn’t pinpoint what. Chameleon gazed into your eyes and conveyed some kind of burning need, a need you’d rarely seen from her. You really didn’t understand what she wanted here.

“....Just get it done with then, I have lot of work to do.” You gave a rather uninterested answer with your gaze averted.

She squinted her eyes and shockingly let go of your hands then stepped back from you and turned around.

“Hah~ No fun in it if you act this way, Chief. Call me once you are free then~”

She waved her hand before picking up her spectacles from your desk and putting them on. You watched as she walked towards the door and stared in disbelief. You didn’t expect her to give up so easily, you knew you disappointed her. Logically, it was good for you that she gave up. But your mind couldn’t be at ease when you remembered the look on her face and the tone of her voice in the end, you couldn’t see her feeling that way. You gritted your teeth and swiftly walked to her then grabbed her wrist before she could go out.

“Wait, Chameleon.”

She turned around to face you and was about to say something when you pulled her towards yourself and connected your lips together. Her eyes widened for a second but she wasted no time to wrap her arms around your neck and kiss back passionately. Your lips moved feverishly while she pushed you back but you instead pinned her on the edge of your desk. She moaned into the kiss when the desk hit her, her fingers lacing through your hair and clenching the strands to pull you deeper into the kiss. You made space to stand between her legs and she naturally began to lay back on the desk while pulling you down with herself.

“I indeed know how you are, and this isn’t you. Tell me, what’s wrong?” you asked with your lips still ghosting hers, arms wrapped around her waist.

Chameleon heaved in front of you, breathless from the passionate kiss. She smirked as she always does then pulled your body closer with her legs by wrapping them around your waist.

“What makes you say I’m different than usual, Chief?~”

“If you were the same then I’d be undressed by now.”

Her eyes glinted and lips curled up further. You made space on the desk by pushing the files and documents around her out of the way when she suddenly locked her legs around you and made you pin her on top of the desk. You gazed into her eyes and suddenly felt a strange connection with her and heard some words in your mind.

“Take me, Chief.... Just fuck me already....~”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing in your mind. It was clearly Chameleon’s voice yet her actions betrayed her thoughts, you couldn’t even tell if she truly spoke in your mind or the shackles somehow conveyed her hidden desires to you. Nevertheless, you finally understood why she was acting strangely. It surprised you that she had side a like this, the self-proclaimed psychopath who loved toying with you was asking you to take the reins for once. You let out a chuckle which made her confused and she cupped your face then sat up slightly to press her lips to your cheek.

“What’s so hilarious, Chief? Does having me in this position amuse you?~”

“A little.... But, that’s not the case. You know, it’s quite ironic how you cannot be honest about your feelings despite being a psychologist~”

She raised an eyebrow, “Oh? Care to give me some lessons then, Chief? You know how I’m more of a practical learner, don’t you?~”

You smirked, “Well....” you then pushed her down by her shoulders and laid her flat on the desk, “....Your body is indeed far more honest than your words~”

You then leaned down to kiss her neck, planting open-mouthed kisses across her skin while your hands grasped her clothed breasts. Chameleon sighed and removed her spectacles then kept them far away as possible before grabbing onto your head, tightly intertwining her fingers in your hair and pushing your face deeper. You soon pulled down her dress and unhooked her bra to expose her breasts and kneaded them in your palms, pulling and squeezing the soft mounds. Your lips travelled down to the valley of her breasts then attached to her right nipple, wrapping around the nub and swirling your tongue over it.

Your other hand continued playing with her left breast, pinching her erect nipple while you sucked the right one. Chameleon’s body heaved up into you, filling more of your mouth with her breast as you continued sucking them desperately, your teeth lightly grazing the flesh. She sighed more and started grinding her core against you, simply rubbing across any part she could feel- which happened to be your abdomen. You could feel the wetness on her core as she grinded herself and moved your right hand down to caress her underwear, feeling her slick seep through.

“So wet.... you never become this way unless I have cum twice already. What’s got you so needy today, Chameleon?~”

It was a half rhetoric and half serious question; you were amused at her state but at the same time genuinely wondering why she was being this way.

“Oh, aren’t you glad to see me this way, Chief? You always complain about me going first and draining you out. I thought I should let you have the chance first for once~”

You didn’t know how truthful this was, but something told you this wasn’t the real reason. Still, you decided to not pursue the question further and instead make the most of the opportunity.

You rubbed your fingers across her clothed folds, moving her slick along and coating it all over while still sucking her breast. Her legs wrapped around you more and held you tightly, her hips grinding again to rub across you. You were about to slip your hand past her underwear when she suddenly pulled your face up and passionately kissed you then bit your lower lip.

“Why don’t you start with ‘that’ already if I’m so wet as you say, dear Chief?~”

You looked at her with a puzzled expression as you didn’t understand right away what she meant, she simply smirked and lowered her gaze towards your crotch. You followed her eyes and looked at the way your legs were intertwined with hers, cores grazing over the clothes and how her hips were leisurely rutting back n forth. You then quickly pieced together what she meant and felt flustered at her directness but agreed and proceeded to fetch the toy from the lowermost drawer of the desk.

Chameleon stood up from the table and waited patiently, watching you look through the things until finally taking out the toy and fastening it around yourself. Just when you finished buckling it, she turned over and leaned forward slightly on the table. You blushed looking at her tempting form, back arched and hips on display inviting you to do whatever you wanted. Chameleon looked at you over her shoulder with a smirk, eyeing you to begin.

Remembering her words in your mind, you went forward with confidence and gently grasped her hips. You kneaded the bouncy flesh and dragged your hands up then suddenly applied some force and pushed her down further, arching her back more and pressing her face to the desk. She let out a breathy moan followed by a chuckle at your action, grinding her hips over the toy now.

Sounds of clothes ruffling was heard next as you flipped up her dress followed by bringing down her leggings and panties together. A string of slick stuck to her panties as you pulled them down, subconsciously fuelling your desire to make her see stars.

“Doesn’t seem like lube is needed.... but is it really okay?” you debated in your mind while pulling apart her folds with your fingers and aiming the length towards them.

“Just do it, Chief.... take me....~” the same voice spoke in your head again and you looked over at Chameleon who was still lying on the desk the same manner, face tilted down.

Without wasting anymore time, you proceeded to drag the head of the toy over her drenched folds. Her hands clenched the edges of the table as the cock slowly made its way inside her, followed by a startled moan leaving her lips as you suddenly pushed it all the way inside. Your hips snapped forward at precise angles and a controlled pace, her body arching with a pleasured sigh every time you came in. Her mushy walls accommodated you quickly, already used to the toy due to prolonged use. Indeed, you had done her this way before, but the experience this time was significantly different.

Your hands grabbed her waist while you spread apart her legs further and stepped closer, pushing the cock even deeper and burying it to the hilt. Chameleon let out breathy moans as your hips pounded into her, sounds of skin slapping accompanying her voice. You could feel her walls tightening around the cock with how hard it became to move, making you thrust faster with more vigour. The sight of her lying on the table this way was arousing beyond belief, and you couldn’t help but lean down on her back and embrace her.

“You look beautiful.... aah... tell me what you want...” you whispered near her ear, resting your face on her shoulder and continuing to drive your hips in and out.

Chameleon’s eyes hooded at the unexpected affectionate action and she struggled to form a reply. You pushed aside her luscious hair and planted kisses on her exposed shoulder before panting near from the constant movement of your hips. Still, you were determined to satisfy her and kept going, maintaining the speed while grinding the cock inside to hit all of her sensitive spots. Her arms fumbled around as she struggled to grab something other than the edge; watching her flail this way was strangely adorable.

You smiled to yourself and brought your right arm forward to hold hers and laced your fingers from the top then pressed it down with a gentle force. Chameleon bit her lower lip to conceal her voice, her eyes fixated on the sight of your hand holding hers so intimately. Her true reason to come there and disturb you was petty; all she wanted was some relief. She simply wanted you to indulge her a little with her teasing, but what she got right now was more than enough, and unexpected.

“M-More.... Chief.... harder~”

Her voice spoke in your mind once again, seemingly mouthing her desires. You wanted her to say it out loud since you loved hearing her sweet voice, but perhaps you’d have to work a little harder for that. You paused for a moment to lean up, planting your hands flat on the table beside her to stabilize yourself. A loud and throaty whine was pushed from her lips the moment you thrusted inside again, hitting her deepest spots with just the right force. You then set a harsher pace than before, snapping your hips harder and faster just the way she wanted.

The table creaked from your pace, her ass jiggling every time your pelvis slapped against it and her body writhed beneath you. Her slick flowed down her thighs like a leaking tap which only made it easier for you to move. The cock produced squelching sounds as it drilled into her and drew out her essence, edging her closer to release. You gazed at her lying motionless underneath, completely giving her body to you and you made sure she wouldn’t regret that.

“Haah.... Chameleon.... this is what you wanted, didn’t you....?~”

This time, you spoke in her mind as well. Her eyes suddenly widened at the unexpected intrusion in her mind, but she simply smiled and started pushing back her hips into you.

“Y-You know it, Chief... aaahn... don’t hold back.... mmh- just fuck me~”

You buried your face in her shoulder as you pounded faster, knowing she was close to release. Her eyes rolled to the back as you hit a new spot, making her moan out loud unexpectedly. Oh, how delightful the sound was. You could get lost just listening to her voice.

“Faster, Chief.... I’m close.... yes.... that’s it....! More... give me more!~”

She chanted in your mind as if in a lovestruck daze. You stood back up completely and swiftly grabbed her right thigh to hold it up slightly, pressing your pelvis to her completely and pounding deep inside. She whimpered as you hammered at her sensitive spots then finally released with a strained moan, biting her lip and pressing her face to the table. You stayed in place as she came, keeping the toy buried inside and drawing out her release before gently pulling out, watching her essence pool around the length and down her thighs.

Chameleon panted out satisfactorily and was about to say something when you grabbed her legs and suddenly flipped her over, making her lie on her back as you wrapped her legs around your waist and rubbed the cock over her slit. She exclaimed in surprise at the change of position, not expecting you to do such a bold action right away. Yet, she didn’t counter in any form and locked her legs tighter, needily waiting for you to come back inside. The cock slipped back easily and the pleasured feeling of being stuffed returned, her body arching with a moan.

You then set a constant fast pace again, snapping your hips forward and drilling into her heat. She practically bounced off the table now, simply laying back and enjoying the sensations. You stepped closer and pushed deeper, pinning your hands on either side of her head and pounding away. She gazed into your eyes this way, communicating an unspeakable need which she was glad you understood. She then dragged her hands over your body and started unbuttoning your shirt, quickly removing it followed by attempting to take off your pullover too but you stopped her.

Chameleon was about to sit up when your comms device vibrated in your ear, making you halt your movements and deprive her. You looked at the clock then at your tablet to see the caller and realized it was already time for your next meeting, followed by remembering you had yet to complete lot of the paperwork as well, some of which was required for this meeting.

“S-Sorry, give me a minute, Chameleon....”

You said through gritted teeth and pulled out of her before answering the call. You took a few steps back to catch your breath and started conversing in a formal manner, saying unnecessary pleasantries and talking of business. Chameleon had no interest in the conversation; she once again felt envious that you weren’t paying attention to her, despite the fact that you literally gave up on your work halfway to please her....

She waited and waited as you talked more, even bringing out a notepad and writing down some points. Although, watching you talk professionally while wearing a strap and clothes half removed was amusing in itself. Her patience was over soon after and she decided to take action. She stepped down and walked towards you and grabbed the toy length. You became confused at her action and tried to tell her to wait more, but she was having none of it.

She wrapped her arms around your neck and dragged one leg over your waist then slipped the cock inside herself. Your arms automatically rushed to hold her when you felt her weight on the toy, a smirk adorning her lips knowing she had your attention again. You mouthed her to not go further but she ignored all your silent pleas and started grinding back n forth on the cock while clenching onto you. Her lips ghosted yours and low sighs left her mouth which you desperately tried to mask away from the comm device.

“Chief? Is everything alright?” the caller questioned.

“Y-Yes, sorry for interrupting. Please continue....!” you said in a panicked voice.

Chameleon smirked further watching you struggle, moving her hips faster now. You gritted your teeth again then held her tighter and swiftly moved back to pin her on the table again, locking her legs around you like before and thrusting deep inside. You feared she’d moan out loud from the action but she concealed her voice by biting down on your shoulder, simply letting out a muffled groan. Her hands clenched your back more, nails digging in the fabric to grab your shirt as her hips rutted on the toy.

“Ngh.... y-yes I understand.... n-noted....” you answered the call as professionally as possible.

Chameleon simply smirked at the situation, feeling victorious at having you this way. She knew you wouldn’t just throw away your dignity and spoil the meeting by fucking her senseless right now, but she could certainly have her fun toying with you. She slyly let out sighs of pleasure near your ear as she moved, ensuring to not be too loud but also stimulate you enough. You shivered every time her breath brushed past your ear, letting her do as she pleased. Sometime later, you felt her pace slow down and realized she may have gotten tired of moving- which got proved soon after.

“Why did you stop, Chief? I believe you are capable enough to handle both things right now~” her voice came in your mind and provoked you.

You eyed her with a frown, feeling helpless and annoyed at her actions but eager to fuck her at the same time. Pushing her thighs apart more, you slotted yourself closer and made a harsh thrust deep inside her. She arched with a throaty moan and tilted back, hands still gripping around your neck.

“What was that, Chief? Is someone with you?” the caller questioned hearing her voice.

“N-No, I’m just in the activity area and some Sinners are playing around....!”

Chameleon chuckled at your excuse, making you smile back as well. You held yourself against the table and started doing slow and deep thrusts into her. The pace was much slower than before, but you ensured to drag the length out and graze her walls then push inside with a hard thrust, hitting her sensitive spots. She bit down on your shoulder again and let out muffled cries every time your hips snapped forward, relishing the slow and hard sensation. The pace continued for a while until you started pounding away like a wild animal, her body falling back on the table.

“You are unbelievable, Chameleon.... f-fuck.... would you have taken responsibility if we got caught?~”

Chameleon chuckled and dragged her hands down your chest, “If you want me to....mmh... I could easily make them forget they ever heard anything~”

You sighed in defeat, knowing well this was exactly how she was. She then pulled you down and pressed her lips to yours as you kept thrusting, moaning into your mouth. You snapped your hips a few more times and finally made her release, her head throwing back with a loud moan as she clenched around the cock. You panted in each other’s embrace, her hands gently caressing your head in satisfaction.

“So, are you going to admit you just wanted to be fucked?~” you teased, earning a smirk from her.

“Hmm, whatever are you talking about, Chief? Wasn’t it you who pulled me in because you wanted to de-stress?~”

You sighed and didn’t argue further, knowing she wouldn’t admit so easily. You pulled out the toy and cleaned up things while she dressed herself and proceeded to leave.

“From next time, just say your real feelings, Chameleon. I won’t ever ignore you, but give me time to respond.” Your voice spoke in her mind as she walked out.

She stopped for a moment at the unexpected words then smiled to herself and glanced back, only to see you working as if nothing happened.

“I will keep that in mind, my dear Chief~”

[jd-loves-fiction]

For the Contes de Fées, i would like to ask for Azul, then you first meet him. Sfw or nsfw its up to you in the happy ending. (I dont feel like crying today lmao)

Gn reader if possible, you know who this is~

-🐙🐕

💐This one turned out quite shot but I'm losing steam fast :( hope you enjoy it hun!! ❤️

❧ A simple bargain

❧ When the sky had turned dreadfully dark, you should've turned tail and ran. But what hope did you have of outrunning a storm so close.

So you prepared for the worst and prayed. Before you knew it, you'd been thrown overboard so roughly, you were out before even hitting the water.

To survive would have been a miracle – one you did not believe in. And yet, you feel the tug of consciousness against the back of your head hours later, back upon cool rock and the scent of something cooking invading your nose.

You come to slowly and with much effort, regaining use of each of your limbs with slight twitches until they finally listen to your commands. Sitting up seems an impossible feat as you’re left gasping just from trying.

“Welcome back, captain.” The sudden greeting makes you double your efforts of standing up to know who saved you, though the silky voice is entirely unfamiliar.

When you succeed, you turn toward where the voice had come from to see a smartly dressed man tending to a pot.

You blink your eyes purposefully, making sure your eyes do not deceive you. The man is pale as birch, with hair like strands of silver and a smile that spells trouble without a doubt. It’s still not clear to you if you are truly awake.

“How– Who–?” Your voice fails you, raspy and as broken as you feel – aching down to your very bones, skin both cold and clammy and a strange taste in your mouth.

“Don't strain yourself, captain. Keeping you alive through the night was not at all easy and I’d hate for my efforts to be wasted before you can pay me back.” The man speaks with the practiced ease of a slimy businessman, though he must be nothing of the sort given the way his pale skin catches the light in such an mesmerizing way… plus the fact that the cave you find yourselves in has no entrance besides a pool of dark seawater.

“Who are you?”

“My name is Azul, though I respond to ‘savior’ just as well.” He finally seems to give you his full attention, only to give you a cheeky response.

“How do I know you’re not lying about saving me?”

“Do you see anyone else here?” He gestures around himself in a wide, dramatic arc and from that movement alone you can tell he’s going to be a pain in the neck.

“How do you know who I am? Why did you save me?” Questions rush out of you like a waterfall as your senses finally return to you in full. You’re head is spinning and aching, trying to make sense of what you know happened, where you are, who he could possibly be–

“So many questions… you’re lucky I’m a patient man.” Azul heaves a long-suffering sigh, standing from his stone seat to move closer to you, making you tense up, “I know who you are because I’ve been watching you and I saved you because I believed you’d be of use to me were we to make a deal. Which we will, once you get your bearings.” He stands a mere two steps from where you sit, back straight as a rod and spewing such overconfident nonsense you fear he might’ve seen the future to be so sure. If not for the way his fingers twitch at his sides, anxious.

“You sound so sure, and yet you don't look it.” He seems stunned at the accusation, subtly flinching in surprise. Seems you're more shrewd than he expected. 

“There's always a degree of assumption or probability to deals such as these. I tend to avoid falling into blind confidence.” He pulls himself together so quickly that your weakened mind accepts it without question.

“What's this about a deal?” You bring a hand up to your aching forehead – dealing with businessmen is an endeavor guaranteed to give you a headache every time.

“I saved your life, so now there's the matter of how you'll pay me back.” Azul states simply, almost patiently – if you were to take his words at face value.

“Right. Can't I just pay you back?”

“I have plenty of money. There's something much more valuable that I want from you.” That can't be good.

You wait for him to name his price himself, but he simply looks at you expectantly – how dramatic, “What would that be?”

“Your heart.”

“...What?”

[midnight-mourning]

300 Followers Special!

AGH IT HAPPENED AGAIN

was legit just checking through my blog and realized but at least i caught it in time!!

Thank you all so much! For this and for all the support everyone gives on the silly things I make. I know the last like, several months of this blog have been chaos (from posting often to nothing while I was sick to semi-daily in December etc. etc.) so I appreciate everyone sticking with me through it all very much <333

I'll admit there's.... a LOT going on right now (looks at my wips and at my research to-do list) BUT, i don't mind adding something to the list! It just might take a bit of time to get to it lol

Pulling from the 100 follower milestone celebration ideas that didn't get picked, as well as a few other things I came up with, will do the top two if results are close :D

BUT feel free to pick the 'other' option if you have soemthing else you'd like to see! I will do whatever since this is me saying thanks ^^

Little bit of info on each thing below the cut, excited to see what you pick!

Q&A/Ask the Cast: a classic, I know my ask box is open but here's also a clear chance to ask something that you've been really curious about! I won't share spoilers for the story, but everything else is on the table, including stuff about me, writing etc. Just no super personal questions is all! Additionally, you can ask the cast questions and answers will be in character, perhaps with a little doodle as well ^-^

Writing Requests: same as all the other request things I've done, same rules apply (no nsfw, suggestive is fine, be specific if you want specific) and will be about 500-1000 words each

Doodle requests: I provide you with a little drawing I made with tender love and care (would be lined, colored, shaded, etc.)

A peek into the drafts: I do in fact have a couple other fic ideas floating around in my brain that I simply haven't started so that I don't get bogged down/focus on CS. I would share those and a little bit of concept art

AU Oneshot/Continuation: I take a oneshot I've written and add MORE to it in some way, anything that I've written is up for grabs (besides my multi-chap stories ofc) This includes my Promptober responses, DCA December, 'Secret' gifts I've done, and any other drabbles or such. Examples of times I've already done this would include Holiday Spirit (continuation of DCA December Day 7), and Restart (continuation of Promptober Day 29)

DIY the DCA: silly idea I've thought about where using my knowledge as an MechE I determine the costs of materials, equipment, etc. for what it would take to build the daycare attendant yourself, would it be completely accurate? probably not I am not an expert, would it be fun? yeah I fuckin love deep-diving on mcmastercarr for shit

Chekov's Gun Analysis Post: i explain and go line by line about ch. 15 of Confused Spirit and explain all the little callbacks, hints, etc., why i love it so much, and so on

Other: explained above, don't be shy to tell me if none of these sound interesting! Won't hurt my feelings :)

[michanvalentine]

Lately, I feel like a total perverted maniac obsessing over Baldur’s Gate 3 scenes, since I keep watching them over and over… especially the ones involving my pixelated vampire boyfriend.

Anyway, I was goofing off as usual and rewatching the scene where Astarion either makes a move for the first time or not during the tiefling party. Now, maybe someone else has already pointed this out and it’s been discussed at length or maybe I'm talking a lot of nonsense, but when our pale elf approaches with the bottle in hand, saying he never imagined himself as the hero praised for saving so many lives—and then adds that now that he’s here, he finds it awful and hates it—it feels to me like he’s hiding what he really thinks about the whole thing (perhaps he doesn’t even fully understand what he feels). Let me explain.

Astarion says he never imagined himself as a hero, etc, then adds “and now that I’m here,” pauses, leaves the thought hanging, and takes a drink from the bottle. Only then does he say it’s awful and he hates it. But… is he talking about the wine or about being a hero? The scene is well-constructed, the dialogue is ambiguous, but when you choose to drink from the same bottle, Astarion points out, “See what I mean? Awful!” So, he was talking about the wine!

Of course, he goes on to complain about the company (“I’m surrounded by idiots!”), the taste of the drink (“It tastes like vinegar!”), the fact that their heroic outing hasn’t changed the world, and that all he got for his trouble was nothing (“Just a pat on the head!”). But, in reality, Astarion never actually says that saving lives disgusted him!

He doesn’t say he enjoys it either, mind you, especially since in the first act of the game he’s still very much keeping to himself, selfish to the core, and focused on his own survival. Let’s not forget that just a few days earlier, he was still under Cazador’s thumb. But in my opinion, the fact that he found himself in the role of the hero—even though it’s a situation he would have gladly avoided—left a mark on him... something he doesn’t actually talk about, even when it seems like he is. Unlike Shadowheart, who openly admits it despite being surprised by it. A thought, a feeling perhaps, that the vampire spawn keeps to himself, hidden beneath his quips and the mask he keeps firmly in place. He’s not ready yet to let go of his beliefs, his worldview, and everything he’s learned about life in the worst possible way. However, this experience has marked the beginning of something. Something he’s perhaps still trying to rationalize and understand. That’s why he’d rather talk about the wine and complain about the boring party! xD

Let’s remember that Astarion is a dramatic, whiny diva, especially when things don’t go his way. xD But his frustration, going back to the wine tasting like vinegar, probably stems more from that detail than from saving lives. After all, as he says, it’s terrible and he hates it, simply because it’s not blood. And honestly, can you blame him? Poor vampire spawn, always hungry!

[songmingisthighs]

[5.45] boyfriend!mingi × reader (ft. ateez, esp wooyoung)

⇀ birthday surprise gone horribly wrong

⇁ now ya'll know that i watch reddit stories videos on yt a wee bit too much

genre : angst

warning : mingi is a jerk, wooyoung likes butting in, public humiliation,

wc : 2.1 k

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"This party is so great!" Your friend squealed, giving you a side hug as you grinned widely in happiness. "I know!" you let her go to face your boyfriend, "And it's all thanks to Mingi," you leaned to kiss him on the lips but he looked away last minute and took a sip of his drink, causing you to miss his lips. "Don't sweat it," Mingi said, or more likely muttered. "I got to..." he trailed off before walking away, pointing at the direction of his friends.

It was odd for him to be so... quiet with you. It was rather worrying, actually.

Just as you were about to go over to ask Mngi what was wrong, your friend pulled you aside to a corner with an amused grin on her face. "A little birdie told me your boyfriend prepared a surprise," she excitedly whispered, almost squealing. "What? What are you talking about?" you blinked confusedly. "Well, I was talking to some of the girls who wanted to go home early because they live rather far but Wooyoung insisted that they stay because, as he said it, they're going to want to," she winked. Still confused, you narrowed your eyes at her, "And... why would that be? It's probably a cake or they want to perform a Britney Spears song in which it would make sense that Wooyoung would want them to stay." Exasperatedly, your friend scoffed and punched you lightly on your shoulder, "Dude! Mingi is going to propose to you!"

Though you didn't believe her, your face went red and you immediately shot the idea down, "No way! Are you crazy? We've been dating for like 7 months, I haven't even brought up the fact that my parents wanted to meet him! I've been so panicked over all this, I'm still thinking of ways to tell him," you huffed. In that moment, you looked sideways and your eyes met with Mingi. The way he was looking at you was like a smoulder, it sent chills down your spine due to its intensity. You shot him a smile and a small wave, hoping that Mingi would reciprocate in the creative, adorable ways he usually does. But this time, he simply pursed his lips and nodded once at you before averting his gaze, rendering you slightly confused but you try to let him be, thinking that maybe he was just over-stimulated due to the crowd of people in your place. Your friend simply shrugged, "I don't know, I know people who got married after 3 months because they just KNOW they're with the one. Or because they got knocked up, I guess. But anyway, I think something serious is happening down the line and I hope everyone's ready to see it."

"Hi everyone, thank you for attending (y/n)'s surprise party!" Wooyoung's voice caught everyone's attention almost immediately, "We have another surprise so can I please ask for your attention?" "Attention whore!" Yunho jokingly yelled from the back, causing the crowd to laugh and Wooyoung to flip him off. "Anyway, as I was saying before some BITCH cut me off, I'm really happy to see so many people here and I can only assume that it's a testament to how many people love (y/n) and if you agree, let's give a round of applause to her!" and the whole room erupted into roars of claps and people whooping you, rendering you shy as you drop your head and tried to hold in your mouth-ripping grin. The attention occupied your senses so much that you didn't realize that there was one person in the room who didn't join the mass, the one person who mattered most to you.

"That being said, I'm sure (y/n) reciprocates your love for her so in a way, we can say that (y/n) loves a lot of people," Wooyoung said and if you focus on his face, you could see a slight smirk blooming, almost taunting, "And recently we found out that there is a person that (y/n) seem to love a little bit more than others." When Wooyoung turned to cue something up with Mingi helping him, you managed to let the words sink in and when it settled, you found yourself confused. What was Wooyoung talking about? The only person who could have fit such a description was Mingi but he didn't look too happy right at that moment. But the biggest shock didn't come until the TV was turned on and you saw pictures of you that you've never seen before/

Wooyoung stepped back and grinned mischievously, "Now, we see just HOW MUCH (y/n) can love a person even if that person is not her boyfriend, my dear boy Mingi." He pressed on the laptop that was connected to the TV and showed a similar picture of you sitting in front of a guy who you had been seeing quite frequently. "Now you might be wondering, who is this well-dressed man? Where were they? What's going on here? Why were they meeting up?" There were at least three more pictures of the same situation from different angles and seeing them felt like you were being splashed with cold water. "Well, I think the right question should've been 'how long did they think they could hide this shit from her own boyfriend?' right?"

People around you started whispering while glancing at you, talking about the fact that you had just been caught cheating. The happy look on your face as you hugged the guy in the picture and the way you simply found comfort in his embrace was not making the situation any better. Honestly, the situation was worse because of it, especially for Mingi who was trying his best to not look at the pictures again. When Wooyoung came to him with those pictures, he didn't want to believe that you were cheating on him, someone as sweet as you, someone who had openly and verbally appreciated and loved him and even made a promise not to hurt him. That was a week ago and Mingi had had half a mind to cancel the birthday surprise party he had meticulously planned for you (it was mostly Yunho and Jongho because had it been left completely to Mingi, the party would just be two pizzas and some beer with streamers as decoration), but Wooyoung had another idea that he thought would be MUCH better. Wooyoung was looking proud of himself for revealing that while Mingi was glaring at you, looking visibly angry with the way he was breathing heavily. "Well, do you have anything to say to your BOYFRIEND, (y/n)?"

Your brain was on the verge of collapsing due to information rushing into your brain all at once, not knowing which, who, or where to address first.

It was then that the front door opened and closed and you heard people gasping in surprise.

How can they not? The guy in the picture in front of them was standing there with a gift in hand.

"What's going on?" he asked, confused, looking around at the people staring, pointing at him.

His voice seem to broke you out of your trance and your eyes immediately watered. Tears of embarrassment started pouring out of your eyes as you looked up at him.

"Seonghwa," you choked out, calling for him.

Seeing you in such a state, Seonghwa's eyes widened and he dropped the gift in panic, "(y/n), what's wrong? What happened?" Seonghwa was about to step forward to you when Wooyoung scoffed, "Of course he's here to hide in plain sight, throwing off people because who would imagine the accomplice to be together so blatantly, right?" Some people laughed at Wooyoung's jab and it was at that moment you completely broke and your dashed to your room. Once your door slammed shut, your best friend stepped up and pushed Wooyoung harshly, sending him reeling a few steps back. "What the fuck is wrong with you!?" she screamed, "Why would you make a spectacle like this!?" Wooyoung huffed and regained his composure, but Mingi shot back at her, "Are you seriously condoning her action? She betrayed me and you think attacking Wooyoung is okay? It's bad enough she broke my trust, she HAD to have him here too?" Mingi spat as he jabbed his thumb at Seonghwa's direction.

Seonghwa's eyebrows furrowed, "Excuse me?" Mingi finally stepped up and went face-to-face with Seonghwa and his 6 ft stature easily towered over Seonghwa. Despite that, Seonghwa didn't waver for a bit. "You have some nerve coming here. Don't you have some shame?" Mingi asked. Still confused, Seonghwa could only stare at Mingi in disbelief, "What are you talking about? (y/n) invited me, what do you mean I have some nerve?" "Can you blame (y/n)'s boyfriend when you were caught getting all cosy with (y/n) behind his back? What were you even trying to do anyway?" Wooyoung piped back up/

When Seonghwa averted his eyes to Wooyoung, he finally realized the picture of him hugging you on the screen. "I was congratulating her on how serious her relationship had become with her boyfriend and I was telling her that I'd have her back when she finally decided to introduce her boyfriend to her parents," he said matter-of-factly. At the mention of being introduced to your parents, Mingi's heart skipped a beat for a moment but he kept his resolve. "And which boyfriend were you talking about, Mingi or you?" Wooyoung smirked.

Almost immediately, Seonghwa's face scrunched into cringe and he reeled back as if he had just gotten hit, "Ew! I'm her cousin!"

The whole room froze, especially Mingi and Wooyoung who looked like he had just seen a ghost.

"What?" Mingi whispered, needing a confirmation.

"I'm (y/n)'s cousin. We met up because she asked me for my help to support her AND YOU when you go to meet her parents. They have been pressuring her and she thought she finally found someone she could bring home," realization dawned on Seonghwa and his initial confusion melted into disgust, "Now, I think she's wrong."

Wooyoung's eyes widened and so did Mingi's. They were left gaping like fishes out of the water, not knowing how to react as they processed the fact that they had just made themselves not only look like idiots but also assholes.

The sound of a door slamming was heard and you showed up with eyes red, cheeks wet, and bottom lip trembling. Surprisingly (to everyone and even himself), Mingi was the first one to rush to you, crouching to look you in the eyes but you simply looked to the side, avoiding his gaze. "Baby, are you okay? I-I'm- I- Can we talk?" It was practically pathetic that Mingi switched his demeanour so quickly, but it was the first thing that he could think of.

"Get me out of here," you croaked, the brokenness of your voice tugged the strings of Mingi's heart as the guilt of what he did started to accumulate. "You wanna get out of here? Okay, we can do it, I'll get you out. Where do you want to go to? I-I can find somewhere or do you somewhere in mind already? I know it's just-" "Seonghwa," You cut him off, ignoring him as you looked up straight to your cousin, "Please get me out of here."

You didn't have to say twice before Seonghwa rushed to you, pushing Mingi out of the way (obviously intentionally) to get you out. When you walked past him, Mingi finally saw the large bag you had in your hand and the sight served as concrete proof of how much he fucked up.

On your way out, Seonghwa managed to scoop the birthday present he had accidentally dropped and momentarily turned around to glare at Mingi, "I'm taking this because my favourite cousin deserves one good thing now after what you did and you can bet I'm turning this day around for her," he hissed before finally leaving with you who couldn't even spare one last glance at anyone else and no one could blame you.

Silence hung in the air for two minutes before guests started trickling out, muttering shit excuses like having a curfew or needing to relieve their cat-sitter until there were just your friends and Mingi's inside. Your friend glared at Mingi and Wooyoung with so much disgust, they might as well have been chin-deep in a vat of butcher scraps mixed with manure. "I hope you're fucking happy doing this on her birthday you sick fucks," she spat before turning and leaving, the other people in your friend group joining. After they all left, Yunho and Jongho stayed back, looking at their friends in disbelief because they never thought their friends could pull something like that.

"You couldn't have asked her first or gather more evidence?" Jongho asked, scoffing. Wooyoung flipped him off while Mingi let out a sharp exhale as he slid down the wall behind him, "Shut up man," he halfheartedly muttered.

Served him right.

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[idiopath-fic-smile]

for @nudistcat, who gave to Friends of the National Center for Atmospheric research, and who expressed interest in something with space exploration, any fandom. oops, this got longer than 3 sentences but basically it's what little i know about star trek as an amis au, contain your surprise.

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The Starship Patria was a small craft, with only the minimum mandated common areas; it shouldn't have been a shock to see Grantaire hanging around the bridge after his shift. In Security Officer Enjolras's defense, he didn't think anyone would have been prepared for the sight of his endlessly cynical, sarcastic, hard-drinking Communications Officer simply curled in a vacated chair with a mug of tea, surveying the stars.

It felt like a private moment, and Enjolras was willing to let it pass—he had been meaning to get an update from Captain Courfeyrac anyway—but his eyes met Grantaire's for just long enough that it would have been more awkward to walk away. Instead, he stepped closer.

"Hard to look away from, isn't it?" said Enjolras softly.

Grantaire laughed without joy. "Like a six-ship collision, maybe." Enjolras recoiled, and Grantaire added, "But ignore me, I know most of the Patria crew can't get enough of the sucking void."

"It's not a void." Enjolras tried to say it without bristling, but this struck close to home. "It's the opposite of a void."

"You'd be singing a different tune if you were out there without a suit," said Grantaire. "And none of that frontier shit if you please. Anyone who's been on the other end of a pioneering encounter knows it's only a happy story if you're the one doing the killing."

"It's possibility," said Enjolras, because snapping Then why are you here didn't feel conducive to building positive ship morale. "It's a chance to do better next time."

"With what?" Grantaire bit out. "Human nature is what it is. 'Second verse, same as the first, a little bit louder and a little bit—'"

Enjolras couldn't help it. "What's the point of anything, if that's true?"

"Ah," said Grantaire, raising his mug in a bitter toast, "now you're catching on."

"I have to believe we can change," said Enjolras, eyes tracing the makeshift constellations. "I have to believe if we try hard enough, push ourselves far enough towards empathy and wisdom and courage, we can surprise ourselves. Surprise each other. That's half of why we've ever reached out to the stars, isn't it? We want to discover what's out there, but at the same time, we hope to see ourselves in a new light."

Enjolras took a breath. He knew, from his years at Starfleet, that others sometimes found him intense. Intimidating.

Grantaire didn't look intimidated. He looked thoughtful. "Well," he said, "don't wait up for me to surprise you. I'm pretty much the same thing all the way down."

"You already have," said Enjolras, and when Grantaire blinked a second too long, "Is that tea?"

Grantaire laughed, this time with an echo of amusement. "Me and the replicator had a disagreement about what makes a hot toddy."

That felt like a good place to leave things. "Have a good night," said Enjolras, turning to go.

"You, too," said Grantaire. And then, so incongruous Enjolras nearly wondered if he'd imagined it, "I wish you pleasant surprises."

[nejiverse]

thinking about heian era! sukuna who is dead set on conquering the kingdom of whom he describes to be the most infuriating woman on earth

in his defence he did send her multiple letters saying if she didn’t surrender quietly then he would resort to taking it by force but she didn’t waiver

what really got to him were her —in his words—rather acerbic responses

‘to the most audacious king of curses, you will find no submission here only defiance. proceed at your peril’

‘hope this finds you well, self-proclaimed king and pardon my rudeness, i nearly mistook this letter for my daughter’s scribble with its pompous tone and empty boasts. i will not kneel before you fool. any further letters will be used as kindling’

‘sukuna, you are dumb. contact me again and i will be forced to believe you are simply smitten with me’

“what kind of idiot entrusts an entire kingdom to a woman anyway”, sukuna scrunched up the nth letter she had sent back as he tossed it into the growing pile of paper

he wasn’t even mad, in fact he was rather amused

of all the kingdoms he had taken over, none of their leaders were as daring as her, nor were they ever a woman

and so one day of war passed, two, three, and no side could completely claim victory as the losses were pretty much even

it was also rare that the king of curses was ever taken by surprise, but today was one of those rare days

“marry me, king”

sukuna couldn’t believe the audacity of this woman, amongst the faint clashing of swords and the dark clouds ready to pour buckets of droplets down, she had the gall to spout nonsense in his chambers

he merely scoffed a laugh

“you want my kingdom do you not? so take my hand and our kingdoms will merge, you shall have what you want”

an amused grin was displayed on sukuna’s lips as he crossed his bulky arms, crimson eyes narrowing

“you may think you’re sacrificing yourself for your kingdom, but i’m going to destroy you princess”, he emphasised, mocking her title as queen

she shrugged her shoulders, not letting his size nor words affect her, “If you must, but you will find i’m not so easy to break”

a hefty chuckle left his lips, he hadn’t been this amused in decades

“by the time i’m done with you, you’ll wish you’d have chosen death. but I shall deny you that luxury until you beg me for it”

[knaveumineko]

Welcome to Rokkenjima!

I have recently begun reading through Umineko for the first time. At the time of writing, I have read all of Episode 1, unlocking the "Tea Party" in the main menu, although I have not clicked on it yet. This blog exists for the purposes of recording my thoughts on the story, and my attempts to solve the mysteries therein. I hope that by posting this publically, fans of the series may amuse themselves with my ignorance.

I have little previous interest in or experience with the mystery genre, so I was quite surprised at how compelling a work Umineko turned out to be, especially after those awful opening hours. I soon found myself taking notes on any clues or oddities I noticed, which is a first for me. I have always been "along for the ride" when it comes to mystries in stories.

I can't imagine how the story is even going to continue after the endscroll in Episode 1. The author could easily have published Episode 1 as a completely standalone work. It's so easy to be enraptured its presentation of magic as a social phenomenon, perfectly reflected in its surprising and ambiguous ending. It's not exactly breaking new ground by juxtaposing opulence with great violence, but there's something to be said about executing a cliché well. I think I was at least somewhat intruiged by every character. I find myself quite liking most of them. It's so much fun to watch them bounce off of eachother once things get going.

Since I've read through the first episode in its entirety already, I'm afraid you're deprived of my moment-to-moment reactions to the tale, but needless to say Ryukishi skilfully lead me by the nose the whole time, emotionally speaking. If you want to imagine what my posts reacting to each of the murders, as well as the ending, would have been like, simply imagine a series of progressively longer posts consisting of the words "what the fuck" repeated dozens of times over.

It is premature to speculate on the future of this blog, which may be abandoned quite quickly, but I will say I don't have much interest in a proper liveblog (which won't stop me from shamelessly abusing the tag anyway). I feel it would bog me down as I attempt to read through this very, very long work. However, in future I could see myself making posts after each session or major chunk of the story, before finally summarising everything at the end of the episode. We'll see.

For now, my posts will focus on the mystery itself.

[shannonsketches]

Bulla might have been shown as 100% mini-Bulma right now but no one can convince me that she did not get Vegeta's personality. My headcanon is Gremlin Baby Bulla terrorizing all her toys like her inner oozaru instinct and has the Vegeta™️ scowl when things aren't going her way. And she won't CRY. She would just Vegeta-Glares her way into things when she's upset. And the only time she actually smiles and giggles and be happy baby is with Mama and Trunks because like Papa Geets, she is the happiest with them.

This is how Trunks is in the manga, so it wouldn’t surprise me if both kids ended up being a horrifying blend of both their parents, haha.

I’m not mad about Bulla being a miniature version of her mom, though. Especially because let’s be real, (in the manga/toriyama’s version of the story) Bulma is smart and patient but she is also the most impulsively violent person in that house. Vegeta used to blow up planets for a living but Bulma will run you off the road for free on a Tuesday afternoon (which, credit where it’s due, I think is actually a real gag Toei did in Super fjjd)

I personally enjoy the idea that Trunks was a grumpy-looking baby who was relatively well-behaved, but Bulla is a giggly ‘normal’ baby who is much more outgoing and social but also much, much more chaotic because she’s simply too smart. That’s the miniBulma we deserve.

I do also really enjoy the idea that their tropes would be subverted as they get older though. Give (Mainverse) Trunks the gag of absolutely bawling his eyes out for two seconds and then going “Oh wait I have an idea” and Bulla her dad’s mafioso-ass “I’m going to fuck you up now” energy when she’s upset.