#you don't even have to LIKE the game just stop posting your dumbass takes in the tag and let us scroll in peace thanks

[thenerdcommander]

How, in this good year 2023, are there STILL people in the Greedfall tag completely missing the point of/misinterpreting the game

[daisymbin]

it's not just a game - yoon jeonghan

word count: 1.2k words

warnings: mentions of alcohol

pairings: yoon jeonghan x afab reader

genre: friends to lovers, fluff, a hint of angst

a/n: this has not been proofread so i apologise if there's some mistakes. also, its been a little while since i posted zzzz

check out my masterlist!

jeonghan's pov 

the bottle spun and landed on me. ''truth or dare?'' as soon as the words left seungcheol's mouth, i knew i was utterly screwed, especially with that stupid sly smirk on his face. it didn't matter what i picked because i know, with both options, the boys would stir some shit up one way or another.

just to be clear, i am in no way a willing participant in this game, especially not when all of us are either drunk and tipsy. but of course, who am i to say no when seungcheol suggested this game earlier to y/n and she just had to drag me by my hand and ask me to play together. it's just a game hannie, don't be such a scaredy caaat

am i going to admit that i am scared? no. but am i scared? beyond that, i am terrified, mortified. why? because 30 minutes prior to y/n arriving at our flat, i had just been talking to seungcheol and joshua about her. after specifically telling them both that i dont think im ready to confess yet because as much as i hate to admit it, i become a stuttering mess in front of her. and i hate it because that's not me. that's not who i am. i am yoon jeonghan. i am confident! i don't get nervous. i don't get shy. ever. so why am i like this in front of her?

‘’hurry up, handsome. you're taking too long.’’ she whined; pulling my heartstrings. ‘’dare.’’ i said without putting much thought into it. ‘’who do you think is the most attractive person here?’’ soonyoung asked. 

‘’myself of course.’’ 

‘’aside from yourself, dumbass.’’ vernon laughed.

‘’im older than you! watch it.’’ i said jokingly as i punched his arm lightly.

‘’so? who is it?’’ seungcheol continued probing. 

‘’i'd rather take the penalty shot than answer this stupid question.’’

‘’ok fine, take the shot then.’’ joshua said dejectedly.

i poured myself a shot and lifted it to my lips, but before i downed it, ‘’come on guys, technically, he did answer the question.’’ y/n came to my defense. I immediately put the shot glass back on the floor. ‘’exactly. i did technically answer your question.’’ 

’yeah you did except, we're playing truth or dare and you weren't telling the truth. sooo……penalty shot.’’ vernon bit back. i gave him a tight-lipped smile and down the penalty shot in surrender.

this time, the bottle landed on soonyoung. ‘’alright, truth or dare buddy?’’ joshua asked soonyoung. ‘’mhmm…dare.’’

‘’i dare you to give y/n a kiss on the cheek'’ seungcheol said with a laugh. a kiss?????????? on the cheek???????? oh hell. ‘’what kind of stupid game is this?? you guys didn't even ask her. what if she doesn't want that??’’ i challenged.

‘’do you not want to y/n? if you don't, its really fine, jeonghan is right.’’ joshua said.

‘’i don't mind it. come on hannie, it's just a game.’’ she said as she looked at me with those eyes. if i didn’t know any better, i would have thought that it was those eyes of adoration..like..she feels something for me too. my breath hitched for a moment. but i do know better; lightweight y/n is just tipsy, maybe a little drunk. those eyes didn’t mean anything at all. 

and with that, soonyoung turns to his side and gave her a peck on her cheek, it felt agonizingly long, that is, until she looks up me while soonyoung still has his lips on her cheek. im conflicted. half of me feels…..feels jealousy. the other half of me feels..light…like im floating almost. ‘’s-soonyoung ah, thats enough.’’ i couldn't stand seeing it anymore. 

‘’come on, lets stop this. its already 230am.’’ i suggested. 

‘’lets just play one more round and then we'll call it a night.’’ vernon tried accommodating.

‘’oh yes! one more round! please hannie! i haven’'t had this much fun in such a long time.’’ how could i ever say no?

this time, the bottle landed on y/n. ‘’dare or dare y/n?’’ soonyoung asked. ‘’what do you mean dare or dare?’’ she pouted as she asked.

‘’come on, it's the last round of the night. lets make it fun! go with a dare please!’’ soonyoung asked her as he clasped his hands together; begging her with his puppy dog eyes. ‘’okay fine lets go with dare.’’ she answered as she patted soonyoung's head. no, i am not jealous.

‘’kiss……jeonghan hyung.’’ my eyes grew big as the words left soonyoung's mouth. is he crazy? has he lost his mind? my eyes glanced over to y/n slowly, trying to gauge her reaction. i watched as her eyes grew wide for a second before it turned into a smile. ‘’hannie, do you mind?’’ she asked me gently, as if gauging my reaction as well. ‘’i..i mind of course. what kind of friends kiss each other?’’ i said nervously as i picked up the penalty shot and downed it, handing the empty shot glass to her. ‘’here. i took the penalty shot for you. game over, let's all go to bed now.’’ i got up as soon as she took the shot glass from me. i'll try to erase the image of her frowning when i got up.

‘’y/n'’ i said as i entered my room and beelined for my closet. i turned around to make sure she was listening, but instead, i found her following me around like a hurt little lost puppy that's been kicked aside. frowning a little, i said ‘’you can take my bed, i’ll sleep on the couch tonight.’’ 

‘’okay.’’ she said softly.

‘’whats wrong?’’

‘’nothing’s wrong.’’

‘’something is clearly bothering you. what's wrong?’’

at that, she hesitates for awhile before she broke the silence. ‘’is kissing me really that bad?’’

‘’no but we are friends! we can't kiss. that would be inappropriate and weird.’’ i tried to clarify, though i know this didn’t make things any better.

‘’well do we have to be just friends?’’

‘’what are you-'’

‘’kiss me hannie'’

‘’you don't know what you're asking of me, y/n.’’

‘’i do. i know what im asking of you so please. unless you really don't want to and the thought of kissing me disgusts you then i-''

i don't know what came over me but before i could register anything at all, i found my hand in her hair and the other on the side of her neck, guiding her to me. no, i did not shut her up with a kiss but my lips are brushing against hers. she's so close i can feel her breath hitching, i felt the beating of her heart speed up as i leaned down to press my lips on hers. i felt her hand come up to my side and fisted my shirt as if holding herself back from giving more into the kiss.

i pulled away slowly to look her in the eyes. the emotions swirling behind them were the same as she one the gave me earlier. ‘’it's not just a game is it hannie?’’ she asked as she looked down. i lifted her chin for her to look back at me, ‘’it’s not just a game, y/n.’’ 

[hyperesthesias]

Can you actually write something smutty for Viktor? Or just a guide on how to? I really want to write some Viktor smut, but I'm worried I won't do his disability justice as I'm able bodied and a dumbass

Of my twelve years on this webbed site, this has got to be the best ask I have ever received lmao

I would be happy to help, friend. I'll answer this in two parts.

Yes, I am planning on writing Viktor smut for Viktor x Anya. I had a lot happen in the year since I made the post you're referencing, but I've finally been able to get back into fandom stuff. I wanted to lay some backstory with them first though, as I am apparently a PWP kind of person lmao. It's coming soon! (No pun intended).

You've taken the first great step in recognizing that your experience and knowledge may not be congruent with potential portrayal, and therefore asking for advice. I don't mean to sound patronizing at all. I am an author and I have seen many professional authors that don't do this, so you're already ahead of the game! I wouldn't consider that dumbassery in any way, shape, or form.

I'll put the rest under a cut due to the nature of this post.

*Disclaimer to this is, of course, I don't speak for every disabled person, this list isn't extensive, and these are my opinions.

I, personally, operate under the assumption that Viktor has Post Polio Syndrome. Looking at photographs (x, x, x) it's pretty clear the animators used PPS as a framework for Viktor's movements and posture, as well as his mobility and assistive devices. People with PPS often develop need for braces, canes or crutches, and treatment for scoliosis -- all of which Viktor has. You are more than welcome to headcanon something different, as I don't believe the writers or animators have ever confirmed or denied PPS, but based on my own experience and research, I would bet money on it.

That being said -- regardless of PPS, or otherwise -- the first thing to consider when writing smut for any disabled character is fatigue. It may not be the obvious thing, as mobility devices often are the first thing to catch an observer's eye. But there is so much that goes on beneath mobility devices. Fatigue is a big one.

Consider the worst flu you've ever had -- all the time, every day, even in your sleep. It can be maddening, like you can't get any relief -- even if you take pain reliever or use other analgesics. Most people with a severe flu aren't exactly in the mood to be frisky, especially spontaneously. Many physically disabled people rely on preplanning. Having a date night where they can plan for extra pain reliever, or where they can schedule the rest of their day or week to conserve energy for a special night. The psychological energy that people need to conserve alone can take a lot of effort. Being disabled is also mentally exhausting, especially when you have a partner and their needs to consider. Giving a disabled person time to prepare for sex (or other tasks) is essential.

Related to that, is the fact the energy levels aren't always consistent. A disabled person and their lover could be going at it like rabbits for a while and then suddenly the disabled partner may need to stop because their "battery" (their physical energy levels) has run out. They may need a break for a few minutes, or they may just need to end the sexual encounter altogether.

The worst thing you (or your character) could do is take this personally. It has nothing to do with their partner, it's their body that is (frustratingly [on many levels]) not cooperating.

Something to toy with (no pun intended) when writing characters with energy level deficits is vibrators. Twice the work with half the effort. Don't be afraid to write smut with toys and vibrators -- it doesn't even have to be kinky. Toys and vibrators are normal and vanilla, all things considered. The only reason they haven't been normalized is because of patriarchal standards as to what sex is and is supposed to be.

The second thing to consider is physical limitations of positions and potential discomfort. I've seen several fanfic writers describe situations and positions that Viktor simply would never be able to do (e.g. lifting his partner onto a table or desk).

Viktor doesn't have a lot of strength. That's not to say he can't be rough or that all smut has to be vanilla. But realistically, it's absurd to think that he can lift someone else or manhandle them with any force, or thrust at the speed of light (💀). He also doesn't have any balance whatsoever post Act I. During Act I, he's able to hobble somewhat without his cane, as long as he has something to hold onto, as seen in episode three. But in Acts II and III, his balance issues combined with scoliosis would make any positions where he has to stand much more difficult.

Therefore, if you're wanting to write a scene somewhere outside of a bedroom (e.g. the lab, his office, etc.), he'd need something to balance himself. Seated sex is a great concept to play with -- very disability friendly and offers many options for all sorts of scenes. Desk/table sex is also realistic, as long as your character lifts themself onto the desk or table, and he's able to lean on it.

Scenes that take place in the bedroom also have their own limitations. He has zero use of his right leg, which means he'd need more time to get in and out of different positions. Missionary would take a toll on his back, I'd imagine, from being hunched over -- not that he couldn't do it at all, but that was more of a sidenote. Having your character straddle him, while his back was supported, is probably the most comfortable position I can imagine. Or spooning. Or maybe doggy, though I think his back and hips might get tired. But I'm just spit balling at this point. Utilizing objects from the setting is important -- pillows, having your character bent over the back of a couch, etc. This is where creativity comes in -- it's just important to keep in mind where his limitations are located on his body: his back and his leg/hip.

There are also adaptive devices for sex and disabilities.

One final thing I want to say is: don't overcorrect. This is common. It's one thing to keep a character's disability in mind, but it's another to make a disability the entire character. Just because Viktor is disabled doesn't mean he can't have the filthiest, most disgusting, raw, life changing, I-should-visit-a-confessional type of sex. However you headcanon him to be in bed is exactly how he can be. If you see him as a cruel Dom, he absolutely can slap the shit out of whoever has the pleasure of being beneath him, while he makes them beg for his mercy -- with his back and leg supported. If you see him as a bratty sub, he can be that, too -- while he lies there with a back pillow to relieve pressure off his spine. If he's the plainest, blander-than-vanilla type of lover, that's exactly what he is -- while he takes a few extra minutes to move from one position to the next. If he's any combination of those things, more power to you.

The point of writing a scene, is the point you're trying to make. Meaning: a lot of writers worry about conveying ideas and settings perfectly and with detail, while losing sight of the main point of their story. Rarely will you ever have to add paragraphs to a piece of writing in order to convey something, especially if it's not the main point. Often, it only takes one or two sentences. Keep the main point of the scene in mind. If you're writing a fic where Viktor and your character are secretly getting it on in the lab, then the point and the idea of that scene is the forbidden sex they are having. Not necessarily his limitations. You can easily acknowledge Viktor's disability by saying something like: 'Viktor sat on a chair at the far end of the lab, away from the door's line of sight. He leaned his back against the seat, allowing his spine to settle, before he coaxed his lover onto his lap. His lover straddled his legs, reaching to kiss his neck, while his hand trailed up their thighs...' You've successfully conveyed the limitations he has in two sentences, while maintaining the focus of your scene, and without reducing Viktor to a caricature of his disability. Less is more throughout your fic.

As a side note, which is completely my headcanon -- and something I've vaguely alluded to in my Viktor x Anya fics -- is that Viktor also has erectile dysfunction as a result of the PPS. Polio is a neurological virus, meaning is attacks the nerve cells, the main cause of the atrophy in PPS. It isn't common, but it's not uncommon for males with PPS to struggle with ED. As such, in my own personal stories, I have mentioned that Viktor takes medication to help with it. Sildenafil (the generic for Viagra) is a medication that specifically targets nerves.

That's my own person interpretation, though, and has no bearing on what we seen in Arcane lol.

To close this off for now, I want to reassure you that your efforts count and they matter. No one will write any depiction of disability 'perfectly'. Disability is unique to every person, and one person's spinal disability will look different to another's. Even people with the exact same diagnosis and prognosis will differ in how they experience it. You're not a dumbass. You're very intelligent to recognize the need for external resources. Enjoy yourself, enjoy the work you write, and keep asking questions.

If and when you decide to write your Viktor smut piece, I would love to read it. And likewise, if you'd like to read what I write I'd be happy to send it to you! If you're comfortable coming off anon, you can message me privately and we can talk more!

[gakehc]

Cringe Lord

Joel can be so cringe that bothers you a lot but you can't deny that he is hot and he obviously thinks the same about you. Just the two of you alone in the studio can lead you to a naughty game.

♡ Author's note: I saw someone calling Joel "cringe lord" and I had this idea. Not my best work but I decided to post it anyway.

��� Warnings:  This is a work involving real people but it's 100% fiction writen. Please remember that this is only for fun purposes and it doesn't reflect their real thoughts and behaviors. Don't take this work too serious. +18 only. Oral sex (m and f); dirty talk.

♡ Characters: Joel Hokka × fem reader

♡ Words: 1.956

♡ MASTERLIST HERE.

You run through the sidewalk avoiding bumping into people as you try to get to the studio as fast as you can. You are already late – one hour to be exact – so you don't want to make the boys wait even more for you. Niko and Joonas thought that it would be a good idea if you could help with the backing vocals for the next Blind Channel album since – according to them – you have a beautiful voice. You never really sang something professionally, just on drunk karaoke nights or Instagram stories so you are a little bit nervous; you would hate to do a bad job and disappoint your friends.

When you finally arrive you find it strange to hear only silence since the boys are always talking loud and laughing. Soon you realize that you are almost alone, the only one here besides you is Joel. He is sitting on the couch with his cellphone in hands, trying to take a good selfie or something like that. You hold a laugh when he starts to film something that probably is for his Tiktok account.

“Hey cringe lord” you say, making him jump in fright.

“Shit!” He says, dropping his phone on the center table.

“Don't stop because of me, please. I was having fun watching you being so ridiculous” you drop your purse at the table, sitting on his side on the couch.

He just rolls his eyes as he keeps recording himself. You two don't get along very well, you think Joel is kinda boring; always trying to be the vampire prince of darkness like Ville Valo or something. It makes you want to puke. On his side, he doesn't have enough patience for you because he thinks you are too nice – or miss perfect, like he always calls you.

“Where are the rest of the boys?” You ask.

“They got tired and hungry so they decided to go buy some food… You know that it's really bad when people have to wait hours for someone” he says, his eyes still locked on the cellphone screen.

“I got stuck at work. I'm sorry to make the other guys wait. About you… well, I'm not sorry” you give him a grin “What are you doing?”.

You grab the phone from his hands, reading the title of the filter he was trying on: Your love story in 2024. A loud laugh comes from your mouth and you try to hold but the idea of Joel caring about this kind of stuff sounds like a joke to you – even though he is just having fun.

“That's so pathetic!” You roll his eyes.

“I don't fucking care”.

He presses the button and starts to record, and soon the result appears: enemy to lovers. He tries to hide the result from you but your eyes already caught everything. A heath grows in your stomach just to think about the possibility of things changing between you and Joel. Yes, he is very – very – attractive and it would be nice to kiss him if he wasn't such a dumbass.

“Impossible” you say.

“Why? Are you the only enemy I have in my life?”.

“Well… if you are open to a relationship with those jerks from record labels who tried to take advantage from the band, I think I am the only one who would fit in this enemy to lovers type of shit. The other girls would kill to suck you small dick”.

“You don't know shit and it's not small”.

“Yeah, right!” You sound sarcastic.

“I bet I would make you choke on my cock with such an ease”.

“It's good for you to have such high self esteem but please you need limits. And I bet you couldn't make me cum even if your life depends on it”.

“Oh I know I could… give me five minutes and I will prove it to you”.

You laugh again but the idea doesn't sound bad to you. It would be nice to see how good mr. cringe lord can be and that doesn't mean you need to show him that you – maybe – are enjoying. Taking him by surprise, you pin him against the couch and straddle his lap. His blue eyes show desperation as he is still trying to figure out what to do with his hands.

“What is this?” He ask.

“You asked for five minutes. Show me what you can do”.

You can see his chest going up and down with the rhythm of his heart that is certainly beating really fast. He stares at your lip before finally kissing you, your mouth immediately open for his tongue to enter. He tastes good like mint drops or something, feels freshening. Joel is not as wild as you thought he would be, maybe he is a little afraid of pushing your limits. His big hands roam through your back, entering above your shit and touching your skin, making you shiver from head to toe. You lift your arms so he can take your shit off and so he does, taking his own shirt right after. The scar next to his shoulder steals your attention and you lick it, making sure to look deep into his eyes and smile.

“Fucking whore” he gruns, bitting his lower lip.

“And you're boring. I can't believe I am still wearing my bra”.

Joel finally opens your bra and tosses it to the other side of the room. He bites your nipple carefully, making you feel a soft pain that takes a moan from you, which makes him smirk. His hand is so big that he can hold your boob entirely and squeeze roughly, his fingers playing with your nipple.

“You're not impressing me” you tease him.

He rolls you and makes you lay on your back, taking off your shoes and jeans. He laughs to see that your underwear is wet, proving that he has impacted you. He pushes the fabric to the side, revealing your soaking wet folds. He inserts two fingers inside of you without warning, hooking them until he finds the spongy spot that surely will make you cum.

“Hm… you're smart” you say, noticing how quick he can find your sweet spot.

He takes his finger in and out but what makes it almost impossible for you to hold your moans is when his tongue touches your clit. He licks you right there when you need the most, fast and intensely, taking you by surprise on how fast you are feeling your orgasm growing. It's almost impossible to hide the fact that your clit is throbbing, Joel is probably feeling on his tongue, but you try to put on your best bored face because you would never admit that he is making you cum so fast. You can feel him smiling while he sucks your folds non stop, deep inside he is enjoying finally tasting you. He can act like he hates you but the fact it's that he always thought about eating you out. His big nose all smeared with your juices is such a nice scene for you.

You bite your lower lip when you feel your apex taking control, trying not to show any emotion but Joel notices that your back is contracting and your legs are shaking involuntarily. He grins sensually, feeling satisfied to know that he was right: your orgasm took less than five minutes to come.

“It seems that I was right” he says.

“Maybe. You also said that I would choke in your cock. I doubt that”.

He gets on his knees on the couch and unbutton his pants, your eyes shining as you watch his bulge getting bigger inside his underwear. It doesn't seem to be small at all. He pulls down his underwear, his cock free and hard as a rock, precum leaking and making your mouth water. It's not that thick but it's definitely long and can easily reach your throat. You lean towards his crotch, looking in his eyes before taking your tongue out and leaving a small lick at the tip of his cock. He seems nervous – maybe desperate to feel your pretty lips around him. He holds your head and pushes against his cock, making you suck the whole thing, the tip touching the deepest part of your mouth. You close your eyes and try not to cough as he pulls it in and off, fucking your mouth slowly. Joel is enjoying seeing you struggling to suck him, your eyes already watering. You try to breathe with your nose while he quickens the pace, even though it's hard to have everything in your mouth you are enjoying. Soon, you hold his shaft with your hands and then go slow to play with his balls. That's a clear sign that you are having fun.

“Look at you… you are enjoying it, aren't you?” He says, his voice sounding almost like a groan.

You roll your eyes but you keep going, Joel doesn't even need to move his hips anymore. Saliva starts to drip down your chin and you know you probably look like a total mess.

“What if the boys see you here sucking me like the whore you are?” He asks.

His words turn you on even more and you wish you could feel him inside of you but it would be too risky – the door is unlocked, the boys could enter at any minute. You feel the rush making your heart beat faster, Joel cursing and groaning as he feels that he is about to cum.

“Fuck, I'm gonna cum…” he closes his eyes with pleasure.

“Fill my mouth, then” you only take his cock out from your mouth to say those words.

Joel's moans are extremely sexy when he reaches his orgasm, the warm liquid reaching your throat as you swallow everything quickly. He puts his underwear and pants back as you do the same with your jeans and your shirt. You see your face on your cell phone screen and your face is smeared in saliva and melted mascara. You quickly wipe it with a tissue that you always carry on your bag, looking normal again. Soon, you hear the voices from the other guys: they are finally here. Joel smirks as he thinks about how lucky you are because he finished on time for you to not get caught.

“About what happened…” he says.

“We will finish this later, at my apartment”.

Your answer takes him by surprise. He didn't expect you to want to be with him again and it seems that you have plans.

“Let's see if your cock is good inside my pussy” you say, without looking at him as you wait for the door to open.

Finally, you see Niko, Joonas and Aleksi entering the door. They are happy to see you as they carry some paper bags with food.

“Hey! You're here!” Joonas says “Sorry to make you spend time with Joel”.

“Not a big deal. Actually, I was pretty late so I am the one who needs to apologize”.

“That's ok”.

“Joonas?” Niko asks “Is that your bra?” He lifts the bra that he found next to the door.

“That's not mine, dude! I like to let my beautiful tits free”.

“Aleksi?”.

“Nope. Not mine” Aleksi laughs.

The three boys look at you and Joel, waiting for an answer.

“Well… it's mine” Joel says, taking the piece from Niko's hand.

“Yeah, I see…”.

You feel your face getting red. How could you forget your bra? Now it's clear to everyone that something naughty happened here but the boys are nice enough to not talk about it and make you feel ashamed.

“Mystery solved. Now let's work”.

[still-a-morosexual-help]

As I was playing the Levi bd, I saw Mammon's TSL outfit. And it's just... All lightning.

I know your theory that he's more inclined to fire, so why do you think he's just so obviously displaying lighting?

The others' outfits keep the subject/elements on point. (Lucifer has a leash 💀💀💀💀)

Yeah that's the question that created that post. I honestly don't know what that's about. It's the first and only time we see him associated with lightning because in the few times they associate him with an element it's usually fire. Lucifer gets more of a lightning association in the game tbh because the magic he uses for punishments looks like lightning and in the white day event his first response to stop Belphie & MC from napping in a blizzard and possibly dying was to suggest striking them with lightning

The reason could be something as simple as they needed something yellow for his outfit

But here's the more fun answer;

The "Lord of Fools" as a moniker is painfully inaccurate.

The rest of the brothers' TSL counterparts' names (more or less) actually fit them.

But Mammon may be a dumbass, however, the game has repeatedly shown that when he puts any effort into it he becomes extremely competent and in his brothers' words "can accomplish anything he sets his mind to". Hell they start showing it in the first few lessons of S1 itself after he starts helping MC out and comes up with all their plans.

He's also the only character with any sort of functioning emotional intelligence and he makes use of that

But this is something his brothers have obviously forgotten about, seeing as they're always suprised when he shows that intelligent side

Even Mammon's TSL devilgram (called "The Lord of Fools") is one where he is scarily competent and is nothing like you'd expect from one who inspired a character called "The Lord of Fools". That's odd right? That there's such a disconnect between the story of the devilgram and the character he's dressed as in the picture.

Even in TSL itself one of the reasons they give for him being called the Lord of Fools is because he sent food to the Lord of Flies while his kingdom was undergoing a famine but the food spoilt before it got there???? It's not a foolish act right? Given that TSL doesn't take place in a modern era and the Lords live in separate kingdoms, food spoiling just seems to be due to circumstance? And even if they were packaged wrong and so rotted sooner than it should have, the act of wanting to help someone in trouble still isn't foolish.

He's a dumbass for sure but it's not the main point of his character in the actual om! game because om! the game starts to slowly dissuade the player of that idea

The entire character of the Lord of Fools doesn't fit with Mammon. It feels like a façade similar to the one we see Mammon put on, that slowly dissolves the longer you spend getting to know him. So wouldn't it make sense, wouldn't it fit the theme, if his outfit which so storngly associates him with lightning for the first and only time in the game, didn't fit him either?

I wonder how much of The Lord of Fools was based off that angel Simeon remembers cutting holes in books & stuffing frogs into them and not off the angel who worked hard for Lucifer which eventually led to his Fall because there was never a question about whether or not he'd follow Lucifer. How much of it was based off the angel who sold pigeon feathers by advertising them as Raphael's and not off the demon, whom Simeon never got to see, who kept his family together and soothed their fears and injuries after the Fall.

TSL was afterall written by Simeon to cope with missing the brothers, he hadn't met the brothers again after their Fall until S1 but TSL existed since before S1, so it'd make sense that it'd be based off all the good times they had in the Celestial Realm with parts of the rumours he'd heard about what they are like as demons influencing the characters' personalities as well.

For example:

The rumour that the Avatar of Greed had become indebted to some witches and was unable to escape their demands would have gotten out and spread. And there's no way someone of Mammon's power could become indebted to witches unless they were a fucking idiot. The fact that Mammon ended up in this position was because the witches are looking after a human child for him and that he's paying for all her needs and also being extorted by the witches for it, wouldn't have gotten out, specially considering that even his younger brothers don't know about it

Also makes you wonder about the Lord of Masks....how Simeon wouldn't have even known Satan existed in order to miss him, how rumours about Satan's birth and Lilith's death would have floated up, how it was obvious that (if we take into account how Luke seemed to know nothing about Lilith during S3) that Lilith's existence wasn't spoken about/was kept hidden from the younger angels....... makes you wonder just what that mask is hiding

Related Posts:

Mammon being emotionally intelligent

Mammon's "façade" and how it is broken away

Mammon being smart

The duality of Mammon

Canon things mammon is good at

Mammon being the only one with his shit together post the Fall

[teaveetamer]

Cap: *writes a blatantly sexist, racist, homophobic fic that is immensely popular and influential in the fandom and that many people have explicitly said made them feel uncomfortable when reading it*

Raxis: he's completely innocent everyone who says he ever did anything wrong are just hysterical liars with victim complexes

Moonlitboar: *says that they wanted Lambert to be more morally ambiguous and said they thought Sitri was happy in untagged posts that literally maybe a dozen people max ever saw*

Raxis: THEY DESERVED TO GET CANCELED THEY FUCKED AROUND AMD FOUND OUT THEY’RE AN ASSHOLE but i never did anything to them but i know who did but i won't tell anyone who that is BUT I'M COMPLETELY UNINVOLVED i just know exactly who is involved in this TOTALLY JUSTIFIED C A N C E L A T I O N (and totally not harassment because harassment is bad but cancelation to the point of harassment is fine)

LITERALLY what was the game plan here. His own logic makes it sound like he's actually completely down with Cap getting "canceled" AND he sounds like a blatant liar. Why couldn't he just shut his mouth for once

From the very beginning, no one on Tumblr has done anything that would break his personal definition of "normal" fandom participation. We're "harassing" Cap for talking about his fic and meta posts, but if you bring up Raxy's aggressive disregard for the block button, and how he disregards people directly asking him to leave them alone, he will be the FIRST to say "you put it on the internet so you have no right to be upset about me criticizing your dumbass takes".

He will stomp his feet and throw a tantrum if you say anything even remotely critical of Cap's fic's actual racist, sexist, and homophobic undertones, but Moonlit had one milquetoast opinion about Sitri and Lambert and they "deserve" a brutal cancellation. By his logic Cap should have been cancelled about a thousand times over by now; I'm giving him one cancellation for every use of "girls" to refer to grown women.

He will consistently justify his mistreatment of people with "but someone bullied Cap first" even if the person he's literally harassing has had nothing to do with Cap ever, but if you bring up what he demonstrably did to Moonlitboar it's "how dare you, you shouldn't 'mistreat' me for this thing I demonstrably did and even if I did do it then it wasn't my fault because they deserved it :/"

The truth of the matter is that Raxy doesn't give a shit. His "rules" for engagement are literally just "I should be allowed to react however I want whenever my feelings are hurt, and you should only be allowed to react in a way that doesn't hurt my feelings." Except this man is quite possibly the most fragile human being I have ever encountered and everything hurts his feelings. He genuinely thinks saying "I think Sitri lived a good life" is equivalent in hurtfulness to "I think it's okay to make genocide 'jokes' on your posts". Because the Sitri thing hurt his poor feelings, but well if someone tells me it's funny to remind me that my family died in the holocaust it's not his feelings getting hurt, so who gives a shit, just don't make him look too bad and he doesn't care. I wish I were kidding but that was LITERALLY his primary concern in that situation.

Not "hey talking about how genocide is cool is fucked up" or "hey maybe stop telling the woman who just told you that her family was impacted by the Holocaust that genocide is really funny and something to joke about"

Nope, it's "shut up you're making us look bad, and look now you woke Nilsh up! Don't you know I worked so hard to harass him into leaving social media!"

Like be for fucking real dude, you aren't slick. I can sum up everything you need to know about this guy's attitude in two images:

His logic looks like a mess of spaghetti because it is. Because he works backward from a conclusion ("I should be allowed to do whatever I want and no one should be allowed to do anything I don't like") and he inserts justifications as he goes, with no regard for whether or not it actually makes sense. He went from "Moonlit deserved it because they had bad takes" to "Moonlit was actually harassing me" to "I didn't actually do it anyway" to "I know exactly who did it but I won't say but it wasn't that bad" to now, apparently, "there's a conspiracy against me". He just relies on no one looking closely enough at him to notice the clear pattern. If someone does suss it out he tries to harass them into shutting up about him or he tries to delete evidence of his past logic and behavior (all the better if the person he's harassing deletes everything too, because then he can just make shit up).

The thing that really gets me is like, just how clearly unable to function he is without someone he absolutely hates to bounce off of. Does he even make original posts, or does he just constantly whine about other people's opinions? Every post I've ever seen from him about 3H, even the ones that aren't reblogs or don't have screenshots included, are like 99% "someone had an opinion I didn't agree with! Allow me to debunk it!" posts. The other 1% are recycled talking points from other people's metas, which he writes like he's got a 5,000 word paper due tomorrow that he hasn't even started and he's trying to see how much "slightly reword the wikipedia entry" he can get away with.

And not even speaking just about Raxy, but this is what pisses me off so bad about certain people in fandom. They feel empowered to harass and bully the genuinely awesome, creative people who actually make things. Those people leave, and then they have the audacity to sit there and whine about how the fandom is dead, no one is making anything, everyone left for greener pastures. They suck the life out of vibrant communities and leave nothing but a hollowed out husk. It happened with a ton of fan artists and authors in 3H, including some I'm friends with, who just had to get the fuck out because of the damage it was causing their mental health. And before he says it, no. Saying "Cap's (a white man) fic has some kinda racist and uncomfy undertones I wish he'd take some criticism to heart and correct that" is not the same thing as stalking someone and sending death threats because they have a different opinion about your favorite character. Holy fuck.

Like hey wanna know why no one wants to talk about 3H anymore? Because of this shit. Because saying "I think Lambert doing Morally Complex things is Morally Complex and therefore interesting" is the kind of opinion that can get you harassed into leaving the fandom entirely.

[sapphire-weapon]

hello there, how's your day going :)

i know you've talked about this before, i've seen your answer myself but i just have to say this one to let out some frustration in me lol

i've been scrolling down on tiktok for some eagleone content and whenever i see a video slightly about them there's like "siblings fr" / "brother-sister" captions and it's making me almost fume LMFAOO

what the HELL are these people talking about seriously.

and the comments are even worse, saying "so glad everyone is thinking of them as siblings" kinda shit

i have this urge....urge to puke bc whAT 🗣️🗣️❗❗

like, say something normal like "good friends" or "platonic" at least if you can't see them as a ship, since NOTHING in RE4make between Leon and Ashley are sibling-like to me and im sure many people who know smt little about body language can tell that

i just think this is some kinda propaganda to stop ppl shipping eagleone at this point lol some new ppl could indeed feel bad about shipping them if the majority of the ppl they see on social media see them as... siblings *pukes*

however it makes me wanna write some juicy, intense smut with the ship just to rile these ppl up haha

(thanks for reading this nonsense babbling)

.....

I know it's frustrating, anon. It's easy to ignore one person being dumb and wrong, because your brain can more easily go "ha ha look at what the jackass said" and move on. But to see people being stupid and wrong en masse over and over and over again is a little soul-crushing.

I'm personally going through this with the goddamn mafia background shit. I've kind of reached a point where I'd rather be trapped in a room with the entirety of Aeon fandom than have to bear witness to even just one more motherfucker who actually thinks that Leon is actually legitimately meant to be seen as Italian by Capcom -- ESPECIALLY after seeing what he looks like in Remake -- because apparently half of the people in RE fandom have never actually seen an Italian person in their fucking life. And, as someone from New Jersey, I take that shit personally. My stepdad's last name is Renzulli. Don't fucking tell me that Leon Scott fucking Kennedy is meant to be the son of Italian immigrants.

But I think what's important to bear in mind is that nothing that dumbasses say in this fandom -- no matter how many they are or how many times they say their stupid bullshit -- changes what the canon actually is or says. Twitter/Tumblr/TikTok dumbasses especially have no power over RE canon. When game devs look for fan response, they look for actual fan response to their official tweets and blog posts, as well as some forums (hello ResetEra), prominent content creators on Twitch and Youtube and what their audiences are saying, and game reviews (as well as comments posted on game reivews). No one at Capcom gives a singular flying fuck what the deeper fandom side of fandom is doing or saying, because they know that most of us are certifiable.

So, as rage-inducing as it is, we gotta just let some things go, man.

Leon/Ashley is a canonical romance, intended to be viewed as romantic by Capcom, and that's not going to change no matter how many thinly-veiled misogynists try to bad-faith morality police their way around fandom otherwise.

Leon Kennedy has no official backstory per canon and has never, in any way, shape, or form, been modeled or portrayed in a way that's meant to be viewed as Italian or in a way that makes sense with the idea he has mafia ties in his family or background.

Anyone who ever tries to tell you otherwise is selling something.

Remember: if it's not in the games, it's not canon. And what is in the games is a romance. Full stop.

So, if you can channel that rage into something productive like smut, please, for the love of god, do. It's a way better response than getting yourself all riled up. And this ship needs more creators putting stuff in the tag, besides.

[aheckinmess]

Sasses, Spice, and Everything Nice [Bakugo] (Fluff)

(One-shot 12/? in a collection of My Hero Academia one-shots posted regularly on Saturdays - and sometimes Sundays.)

Read on AO3.

Tags: Bakugo x OC, Katsuki Bakugo, Dynamight, Pro-Hero Bakugo, Pro-Hero OC, Pregnant OC, Some Fluffy Cuteness to Soothe Your Soul, One Explosion Boy, Playing Video Games, With a Side of Cute Banter

Word Count: 971 words

Summary: During a quiet evening in, Ichijiku and Katsuki play some video games with a side of banter.

Ichijiku (Tigress)

"SON OF A SIDEWAYS SALAMANDER!" I yell at my Nintendo Switch. "Kastukiiiiiii, I almost had it..." I whine, flopping against his side as a giant skeleton creature kills my Hollow Knight.

"Are you playing Hollow Knight again?" He chuckles, wrapping an arm around my waist and squeezing me closer to him. His fingers stroke my belly absently. "You told me you've never played it before. It makes sense it would take you a few tries to get it right."

"You say that, but what about you?" I poke out my lip at him and lick his cheek on principle. "You know good and well if youuu were playing..."

"I know, I know." He rolls his eyes and shakes his head, turning the page of his book. "Smartass."

"Better than being a dumbass." I giggle, which makes him grip my cheeks and shut me up with a hard kiss. "Trying to shut me up with brute force won't stop me!"

"That's not what you said last night." He teases, and I smack his arm.

"Behave!"

"Never." He twirls my hair through his fingers and turns back to his book. "Go ahead and give it another try."

. . . . .

Fifteen minutes later and I shriek at the top of my lungs.

"Kakun, I did it!" I wriggle my legs all happy. "I beat the big boy!"

"Is that his official villain name?" He taunts, before kissing my cheek.

"Maayybbee," I purr. "How's your book?"

"It's the book you recommended to me." He grunts. "I thought since it was fantasy it wouldn't be that great, but..." He trails off.

"Hahah! You like it!"

"I guess." He pouts and then shifts me so I'm curled up in his lap. "Main character's irritating though."

"Thank you!" I agree, setting my Switch to the side and wrapping my arms around his neck. "She's so annoying. I want to jump in the book and slit her throat."

"I don't know that she'd deserve the energy."

"Harsh, Katsu. Harsh." I wiggle my nose. "What do you want for dinner, handsome?"

"You think you can make some of that spicy tempura you made last time?" He asks. "That shit was tasty."

"Sure, I can manage that. But only if you cuddle me for a few more minutes." I tangle my fingers up in his hair. It's always so spiky, but that makes it that much more fun to play with as I massage his scalp.

"That's an easy request."

My request for cuddles results in me falling asleep for a few minutes against Katsuki's broad chest. When my eyes flutter open, the soft music of Zelda and the clicking sound of him pressing buttons serenades my ears.

"Katsuki?" I mewl, yawning and lifting my head up to meet his eyes. I smell something spicy and turn to look around. Spicy tempura sits on the table. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep."

"You've got a whole human growing inside you, Tiger, you're allowed to take a nap." He ruffles my hair. "Besides, if you're that tired today I don't want to make you get up just to cook. You're fine." He promises.

"How far have you gotten?" I ask after a silent moment.

"Trying to beat this damn thunder blight." He huffs, backflipping for a flurry rush and slamming the beast with his weapon as quickly as possible. "I got all the other divine beasts but this bastard is resisting like he has any choice in the matter."

I laugh. "You're so cute."

"Cute? Me? We need to get you some new glasses, Tiger."

"But you arrreeee! You try not to be but you just can't help yourself." I squish his cheeks and kiss him.

"Whatever." He licks his lips, eying me salaciously before turning back to the Switch screen. "FUCK!" His exclamation jolts me, but he shifts and rubs my back to keep me soothed. "Sorry. I lost. I'll try again later."

He picks me up in his arms and carries me to the charging dock to put the Switch away. When he returns to the couch, he sets me down and lifts my shirt a bit.

"Hey, Small Fry, don't repeat that word, you hear? Your mom might murder me in my sleep."

"There is no might to it. I will murder him in his sleep." I chirp fondly to my belly.

"Oh, so I'm not allowed to curse, but you're allowed to condone the murder of parental figures?" Katsuki suddenly tackles me and nuzzles his face in my neck. "I see your double standards."

"It's not condoning murder. It's teaching him to be a man of his word."

"Then I'm just teaching her a bigger vocabulary."

I narrow my eyes at him but end up snorting anyway. "Okay, I get your point." I direct my commentary to the bean in my belly again. "No one shall be murdering your father, little one, fret not."

"And I won't be using any curse words in front of you...intentionally."

"Good. Now, I'm starving, Kakun."

"Mmph, there's not a chance I can stay here a few more minutes, is there?" He sneaks a hand over my belly as his breathing gets deeper. Even though he whispers, I can hear every word. "I'll protect you and your mommy forever, okay? I promise."

My fingers rake through Katsuki's hair again, tears glittering in my eyes. I love you so much. You're going to be such a good daddy.

"We'll both protect you." I purr.

"And teach you how to fight." Kastuki adds quickly. He delivers one final kiss to the tender, taut skin and then pulls back. "Alright, time to eat. Hope you like spicy food, kid."

"If he has your attitude? There's no doubt." I smirk.

"And if she has yours, we're all in trouble."

Want More Bakugo? Try: Fire in the Hole - Boom! Goes the Dynamight

Credit to @cafekitsune for the divider!

[little-fairy-forest]

Hi! Hope ur having a great day <33

Congrats for reaching 1.5k followers! You deserve it

From your event, can I have the following things?

Shoto + Hurt/comfort + Private Balcony + Normal Au (or canon idk) + Tiramisu and Apple pie

Tysm for everything, take care 💗

Tiramisu : "stop smiling...it's making my chest hurt" "your in love (character)" "no I'm still in denial dumbass"

Apple pie : "touch *pronoun* and your dead!" 

-

Shouto and y/n were the quiet couple. They never done over bearly pda or posted endless photos. Their relationship was more open behind closed doors, thats how they liked it.

It was very rare that the two would openly be affectionate with eachother, but today was different as shouto was livelier than usual. He must of had some good soba for lunch—

"Y/n would you like to go out for lunch tomorrow to that nice café by the park, it's meant to be sunny tomorrow" shouto says quietly to you as you both squish beside eachother to fit onto the small space left of the couch. The common room was full as everyone was hanging out. Either playing games, telling stories or watching something on the tv.

You and shouto - as always - found a small space for yourselfs to have a quiet conversation,

"I'd love to go, just once we're back before 4 so I can have a training session before dinner" you ask as you lean into Shouto's warmth,

"Of course, you make all the rules" shouto jokes with a soft smile on his lips as he teases you, you give him a slight shove as he was pressed against Midoriya who was on the other side of him explaining the lastest All Might documentary to whoever was listening

You just smiled softly at shouto, your love for shouto is so large you can't contain it sometimes. Even if the room is full of all of your close friends, you wanted to make sure shouto knew how much you cared for him.

As you leaned more into shouto your smile grew bigger, this small thing makes Shouto's heart flutter as if it was a buttterfly just getting it's wings. He has gotten use to this fuzzy feeling by now, he just never wants this feeling to stop.

"stop smiling...it's making my chest hurt"

Shouto says calmly as his cheeks begin to blush, another indicator that shouto was smitten

"your in love shouto" you say shyly as you've never said that big word in public yet‐ especially around soany people!

Behind close doors that big "L" word is used frequently in hushed manners, soft kisses usually follow along, paired with warm hugs

"no I'm still in denial dumbass"

Shouto says blankly as if it was more obvious then anything you were suggesting,

"Forgods sake shouto" you laugh at his antics once again, as smart as this boy may be.

He will forever suprise you with his words,

You start to nod of to the warmth and comfort you have come to peace with. The sounds of your classmates start to fizzle out as you drift off into a light slumber. You know shouto well enough that he will either carry you bsck to your bed to sneek past Aizawa to cuddle you in his, either way shouto has your best interest at heart.

Kaminari notices that your fast asleep snuggled against Todoroki. This devilish grin comes over the electric boys face,

"Don't do it" bakugo gruffs at the boy about to do somthing stupid– bakugou can sense when one of the idiots is up to no good

"Wha‐" Kaminari is shocked that bakugou would think he'd do something!

"Touch *pronoun* and your dead" shouto says with a cold bite to his words, the last thing he wants is for you to wake. Your just so cute snoozing away on his shoulder–

"I wouldn't dream of it roki', she's all yours" Kaminari tries sweep this under the rug as he can feel the intense glare from the two toned boy facing him.

Bakugou huffs in annoyance mumbling a quiet "told ya so" as he takes his phone out to check his socials, he would use the phrase "not my circus not my monkeys" but unfortunately Kaminari and the rest of the bakusquad are just as much his monkeys as it is his circus

"Just keep to yourself please and thank you, their tired" Todoroki huffs as he checks to make sure your still sound asleep, your little huffs of snores confirms his worries

As the class trickles out as one after the other get ready for bed, shouto hangs back abit a little long to let you sleep incase his movements wake you. He truly could stay like this forever, basquing in the comfort of a lovers presence.

[zeroducks-2]

has anyone asked abt batjokes for the ship game

you're the first anon! And DAMN YES

I ship it!

What made you ship it? Reading The Killing Joke at the ripe old age of eight. My mother thought comics were for kids and bought me a big ass "essential Batman stories" book, which started out with The Killing Joke and it rewired my brain I guess (my Batman experience up to that point had been random episodes of Batman Beyond).

What are your favorite things about the ship? I reckon I'm going to go on a bit of a tangent here. Sorry Anon I don't suppose this was the answer you were hoping for, but I am unable to contain myself :> So being that this is my first DC ship (and it might even be my first ship PERIOD), I'm more of a "I nostalgically ship it from afar" than an active, fanfiction-reader/writer kind of fan, but surely my enjoyment has always been rooted in the fact that it's a villain/hero situation where they're two sides of the same coin, at the point where they can't exist without one another. I ship Batman with 50% of his rogue gallery tbh, and unless it's just 'cause it looks hot, it tends to be about how Bruce tries to see the human side of these people (sometimes because he's known them since before they were rogues), how he extends a helping hand when he can, how he refuses to kill them because there has to be a way to rehabilitate them (and sometimes there is, and it's just the tragic nature of these stories which prevents the "rogues" from getting their own form of happy ending). This happens with the Joker too, and the most memorable occasion in which this happens is after Joker tortured and crippled Barbara (someone Bruce is supposed to love and care for), beside what he also does to Jim Gordon (also someone Bruce is supposed to be friends with). Joker himself tells Batman more or less "I hurt a defenseless girl, I terrorized an old man, what are you waiting for just beat the shit out of me" to which BRUCE SAYS NO. He says no because "you're just like me except you had one bad day too many, and I know you can get better, and I want to help you". We all know how The Killing Joke ends, with the proverbial joke and them laughing like maniacs about it (I have the panels always around so yall can experience them with me)

And the image of them laughing together is forever seared into my brain, especially because even if this guy did whatever the hell he did (and will keep doing it), Bruce replied with empathy and compassion. A monster, the irredeemable one who's never going to stop before anything because he's not even human, at this point he's the embodiment of everything wrong there can be in a person - he just got smothered with compassion and it almost worked. The "joke" (two madmen escape the loony bin, etc) is Joker's way to say "I'm sorry I really want to take your hand but I can't, I just can't do it", and Bruce understands this and for a brief moment of six panels it's just two friends laughing together. And that part of me which will always see itself in the ugly, irredeemable, rejected monster was and will always be so profoundly fulfilled by this.

Of course I am also not immune to the whole "you need me, you love me and you can't live without me" thing to which Batman reacts by kicking and screaming that it's not true, but which is indeed true and in every story in which Joker actually dies, Bruce cannot for the love of him cope one single day without him. This post puts it briefly but beautifully, go give it a look if you're rabid a fan of the dynamic such as I am.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? Liking this ship (and Joker in general) is unpopular in and of itself lol, but I guess I can say that my unpopular preference is that as much as I ship them, I don't see sex involved in any part of their relationship which is more based off of beating the shit out of each other (or laughing about a dumbass joke in a stormy night in an abandoned amusement park), and being unable to let the other go when the chance presents itself. I see sex as essentially unnecessary in their dynamic, but it's also true that I don't really peruse Batjokes content beside the occasional fanart, so the sex part might have just not clicked with me yet.

[nymphadorathetemplar]

TOP FIVE FIC CHAIN

Rules:

Link your top 5 fics you've read.

They don't have to be for any particular fandom.

Ping at least 3 other people to give their recs.

if you get pinged again, just link the next five favorite you have.

Include title/link/fandom/rating(if available).

Tagged by @kiwinwriting here (apparently people usually reblog making a real chain but, one i rarely follow tag game rules and two i don't like long posts as much )

as kiwili said in the tags of their post, it's really hard to choose faves, so why'd you have to pick me next lol~ jk jk thank you for thinking of me kiwili <3 not really a top 5 so much as 5 of many fics that i enjoy re-reading from time to time

Myosotis by War_of_the_Words (Detective Conan & Magic Kaito | Kudou Shinichi/Edogawa Conan x Kuroba Kaito/Kaitou KID | Gen)

KID is a mysterious artist known for his mystifying paintings and their refusal to make a public appearance. Who are they? What is their purpose? People want answers, but before they can get any, KID produces one final piece of art before vanishing completely. Private Investigator Kudou Shinichi doesn't care about art, and has only heard a little about the case of the Phantom Artist KID from his friends. He is forced to take interest, however, when he comes to find out that KID's final painting bares a striking resemblance to himself. Now what would an artist like KID have to do with a detective?

How we begin by OrphanText (Magic Kaito | Hakuba Saguru x Kuroba Kaito/Kaitou KID | Teen+)

Hakuba calls in his favour from KID. It's not what KID thinks it is.

Pining by CynicalMistrust (Fukigen na Mononokean | Ashiya Hanae x Abeno Haruitsuki | Mature: violence & blood)

"Blink, dumbass." Hanae almost blinked, but he stopped himself, unable to pass up the chance to antagonize Abeno. Instead, he blinked twice and was rewarded with a sour look. Luckily for him, he was pretty sure Abeno wouldn't hit an injured and paralyzed patient in a hospital bed. Unfortunately, Abeno wasn't above picking up a pillow and smacking Hanae in the face with it, but it was a small price to pay.

Only A Boy by RiddellLee (Harry Potter & BBC Merlin (TV) | Teen+)

Merlin had fulfilled his destiny. Albion was alive and beautiful, and magic was no longer feared in the land. But nothing ever lasts, does it? Memories gone, and in his ten-year-old form once more, he's traveled over a thousand years in the future. Now, he has a new destiny: He has to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, hide the fact that he's Merlin, and defeat a Dark Lord that's messing with magic he knows nothing about.

hello my old heart by taizi (Natsume Yuujinchou | Gen)

Takashi thinks of the half-empty book upstairs, guarded by a ward strong enough to make the chuukyuu’s eyes water from the backyard. The secret that only half the people in the room are aware of. The wall between himself and everyone else that he built stone by stone by stone, to keep them— and himself— safe from inevitable hurt. “You don’t even know me,” Takashi blurts. Nishimura sits up. Kitamoto makes a grumbly noise and starts extracting himself from blankets. Shibata says “No no I finally got comfortable, Tanuma, come on,” but Tanuma is moving, too. Ogata says, in a kind, careful voice, “Natsume, of course we know you.” “Not everything,” Takashi insists, feeling his heart start to move a little faster. “You don’t— you don’t know everything.”

tagging @hiromiikunn @bakathief @thiective @kfrnkm @spicyfloof

[eradicatetehnormal]

Oh Lord, I'm Going Off Again

I used to agree with SoRiku shippers when they said that SoRiKais need to stop coming onto their posts and saying that SoRiKais is the answer to the ship wars. At this point though, I've seen them complain about it so much all in a way that tries to inflate the importance of a ship war, that I'm just on the side of SRKs at this point. Say what you want to about the way that they're acting, but most of them are far more emotionally put together than *some* of these SoRikus are. Like, I usually try to put it more nicely because I genuinely love SoRiku and its moments both in text and within fanworks, but goddamn, SoRikus are some of the most bitch-made people in fandom.

like, THIS:

Is one of the most cope posts I've ever read. It starts off overly defensive and assumes things about people who don't want to deal with ship war bullshit anymore. I know the shippers of this caliber are incapable of believing this as they cannot fathom this thought process (deadass, I was in a SoRiku server and someone defended information told with a bias), but a lot of people, regardless of whatever ship they think is canon, believe the problem to be a result of both sides. Which is true by the way. Doesn't take too much scrolling to see a comment section for a soriku or sokai post devolve into a debate over which ship is canon, the importance of queer representation, and the likes with many arguments taking homophobic or misogynistic overtones. "Why do you guys always have to make everything about you, What's wrong with being normal?", "Kairi contributes nothing, Sora and Riku are better off without her", and "Why do you keep making this kid's game about gay sex?"

"Which ship will be endgame" is an argument by its very nature. You can't discuss that without debating, you absolute dumbass. You're presenting a theory? Well, girlie, hate to tell you, but this is the internet. Anything you say is open to criticism, including your theory. If people find things they feel like are holes, they will point them out, and it's not always malicious. There are times when people just assume that they're getting attacked when in all reality, people were just disagreeing with them.

That ending though. It's like, the inability some SoRikus have to perceive a bi, pan, or ace Sora and Riku is insane to me. Like, some of them, such as Steam, to her credit, has her reasons as to how she arrived at that conclusion. A lot of the time, though, the reasoning is just "Sora and Riku like each other so they must be gay."

This made me appreciate the TenelleFlowers video even more. SoRikus needed SOMEONE to get all their good talking points in one place. Because the Twitter alternatives are crazy.

This also made me appreciate Baloney's first SoRiku video as he straight up says that he hates SoKai and Kairi because she represents every person some queer teen's crush left them for (Not saying this is the case for the person in the tweets. I just like the fact that he came clean about hating SoKai and Kairi.)

[demonac]

Hey, so there's some crap going on about D&D and the OGL scandal.

If you have not been following along, the OGL (Open Gaming License) is a legal thing where, about 20 years ago, WotC (the company who owns Dungeons and Dragons, now a subsidiary of Hasbro) promised that anyone could use a bunch of their content (spells, classes, etc), by adhering to some pretty basic, loose terms, and nobody would come after you for calling that content "D&D" whatever [gross oversimplification].

Well now, Hasbro/WotC feels D&D is "undermonetized" (according to their CEO who doesn't know or care about RPGs, and their head of digital, who IS a gamer, but doesn't play TTRPGs and wants to make D&D more like the various video games he's worked on), SO they are trying to "de-authorize" the old OGL and replace it with a new one that takes away all the security 3rd party creators thought they had, and gives WotC powers to cancel content... mostly so they can kill off other virtual tabletops (like Fantasy Grounds, roll20, etc) and charge big monthly fees/microtransactions for their new admittedly cool-looking service.

Anyhow, a lot of people argue that even the old (non-trash) OGL wasn't really necessary for 99% of creators between Free-Use and the fact that you can't copyright game rules, and even with their army of lawyers, they might not win court cases trying to go after content created before the new evil license goes live, but with big corporations and algorithmic enforcement, I don't trust that being right is a good enough defense (and you'd be a FOOL to trust them when they promise "we won't go after X and Y" after they tried to pull this crap in the first place).

Will this affect TDDC? Probably not - in fact, I never claimed to be using the OGL for any of my stuff, even if its existence was a comforting indication of what USED to be WotC's philosophy. But since I happen to be starting a whole new series right at this moment, this is the time to strip out mentions of WotC's copyrighted names, just in case. I was actually already leaning that direction for Warforged (calling them Mechs/Mechanicals) and Dragonborn (Drakks), but I'm going to go a step further, and get strict about not using those terms, nor the name "Dungeons and Dragons/D&D". So when I use the initials TDDC going forward, I'm referring to "Tales From Demonac's Deathfin Campaign". But the official title in the videos (and when I say those dreaded words: "Next Time") it's going to be Tales From My RPG Campaign". Hopefully the change won't be too annoying, trust me, it bothers me much more to stop saying Kua-Toa/KTs (too similar to Kuo-Toa, which IS one of the "product identity" terms they have identified and guard jealously). It's easy to refer to them as Deluvians and Illud most of the time, though I'm still waffling on what term (if any, but there sure OUGHT to be one) to use for their shared heritage. I'd go Children of Baal, but that makes the Sons of Baal monitors really sound like dumbasses...

Anyway, that's the update; I'm still working on the first episode of SoS (and despite my "tight 15 minute" guideline, it's probably going to be closer to 20min); I hope to get some little music reveal videos for the PCs in collaboration with my music person, Cool Boy Shane, so stay tuned for those.

If you're one of my Patrons, though, I posted the cold open - the first few seconds of Sea of Secrets, to grab viewers' attention, so you can check it out here. It will answer ZERO of your questions: https://www.patreon.com/posts/77653972

[inniefulme]

you're so forgetful !

summary ; in which the skz members are your boyfriend and: you asked them to do something/had something to do but forgot to do it and now you're mad so now they try to apologize!

bf!skz x shorttempered!reader

notes ; my last post got WAY more attention than intended so now i am incredibly worried about finishing the actual thing fast.. here's a little something while you wait teehee (update: i forgot this app even existed WTFF i swear school has been busy please understand)

warnings ; swearing, some sexual jokes at bin and hyune's part but not tm, didn't exactly go through everything so might have some spelling/grammar mistakes so i apologize in advance !!!! reader isn't mentioned in the story, lmk if i miss anything <3

♥︎ hyung line | maknae line

© inniefulme on tumblr. do not repost, remake, or steal.

bang chan

you probably asked him to defreeze the meat in the fridge when you left to buy groceries and other home needs but he forgot to because he was so engrossed on his computer and even had the time to go live for stays !!!! and he couldn't even take the meat out.. (ik what ur thinking)

you were definitely MAD because you wanted to have a nice dinner with him and you already planned everything out, it was already 10 pm when u got back too :( now you're ignoring him after you scolded him for forgetting

"y/n, please, i'm sorry. i swear i really did forget." is all he could say, he's too confused to think of what to say because he knew he messed up bad time when you're even rejecting his spoilers for the next come back like ??????

he'd be sitting in front of his computer thinking about what could possibly be a way to win you back, he even decided to go live again to ask stays. some said get you something you would like, or maybe just keep saying sorry.

he decided to do the next best thing, keep saying sorry of course!

"y/n, i'm really sorry. please forgive me, please, please?" he begs right in front of you kneeling down as u sat down on the couch completely ignoring his presence while you watched the tv.

he looked so sad at this point, ready to give up as he sat beside you. "i really am.." he pouted, leaning his head against your shoulder. you of course couldn't bare seeing him like that anymore and gave up, patting his head

"it's fine.. stop whining." you said, which chan immediately perked up hearing and looked up at you again. "are you sure? really?" he tries to get your confirmation first.

"yes.. don't worry." you replied, which made him sigh in relief as he placed your hand on his. "i really just, really am sorry. i won't let this happen again okay? even though it was about some meat in the fridge." you laughed, nodding. "promise?"

"promise." he kisses the back of your hand and smiled widely

lee know

genuinely i didn't know what he'd forget to do the most so i just thought of something dumb

and what dumb is it? you asked him to login to your game later so you don't lose you streak of course!

and he still forgot because he slept, woke up, played with the cats, eat and slept again probably

now you're pissed off because you were on your 143 streak and he ruined it :(

"oh come on it's just a game.." he makes up an excuse. "a game i spent hours on! don't you know how long it took to login that much and now you made me lose my streak?!" you crossed your arms, pouting

"you're overreacting, c'mere." he extends his hands out. "no, i'm mad." you looked away

"oh please, i'm not falling for that.." well i guess he did because you kept on ignoring him for 3 hours straight which made him go insane ngl not being able to touch you, especially when you're at home with him and still REFUSING physical contact

"okay fine, i'm sorry okay? please open the door, soonie wants to see you." he knocks on the door. "is it soonie or you're the one who wants to see me?" you asked

"both. now open up." he keeps on knocking and refusing to stop, which made you annoyed. "the door isn't even locked dumbass." you yelled out, which made him silent for a moment before opening the door

"could've told me before.." he rolls his eyes playfully, before getting in bed with you. "i really am sorry okay, don't ignore me like that ever again." he snuggles up with you as soonie joined in

"then don't do something like that again.." you groaned. "i promise, okay?" he assures you, holding you in his arms tight

changbin

here's an interesting one!

ahm.. something like lee know's maybe? he forgot to... do the laundry?????

that's all i could think of sorry

no bc u told him to do it like 4 hours ago while u had some work to do, you didn't even leave the house or anything but no now it's 10 pm and he still forgot womp womp

your favorite shirt is in the pile too and you were planning on wearing it tmrw when u and binnie go out :((((

"you could've set a reminder at least?!" you scolded him, which he just sat there in the couch crossing his arms feeling bad because he knew it was his fault

"i forgot to set one too.." he mutters, looking up at you. "you're too forgetful sometimes, it's bad!"

"it can't be helped okay!" changbin snaps back, before he pulled you onto his lap and groaned. "sorry. stop being so mad about it, you can find other shirts that could fit on you."

"but you said you loved that one the most.." you pouted. "you look good in anything, and i'll love you no matter. it doesn't make much of a difference." he says while running his hand through your hair "i just loved it because it compliments your body the most." he smirks

"hmph.." you whine, refusing to touch him in any sort of way despite already being on top of him. "come on, i said i'm sorry..?" he cups your cheeks, before playing with it for a while. "here, i'll let you buy something from my phone.. how about that?" your ears perk up, as you quickly take a glance at him. "promise?" you asked. "promise, bub."

you smiled, before wrapping your arms around his neck and hugged him. "thsnk you~" you cooed, as changbin laughs it off. "in one other condition.." he adds

"let me do anything to you tonight, eh?" he raises an eyebrow teasingly, which made you blush a bit but simply shrugged it off as you hit him playfully

"ow!" he pretends to be hurt, as you pouted. "i guess that's a yes, hm love?" he chuckles, pulling his phone out of his pocket

hyunjin

let's say he forgot it was your date today, except like teeny bit worse

you were already dressed up, did a bit of makeup and everything, only to see him lying on the couch with the remote on his hand, skimming through the channels on the tv

you were genuinely confused, thinking you got the date wrong or anything, but no, it really was today

"hyune? why aren't you ready yet?" you asked. "hm? where we going?" he looks up from the couch, sitting up as he looks at you for a moment, smiling at your appearance. "you're kidding right? you said we have a date."

"date? when?" he tilts his head to the side. "i don't remember setting one for us, you're messing things up babe." that is, until his phone alarm rang with the title; 'date with y/n'

you would agree that if he simply forgot and just needed a reminder, he'd be off the hook. but even saying YOU were the one messing things up despite being the one planning the whole thing is just another story

"oh fuck.." he mutters as he looks at his phone. not only that, he set it 2 hours after the actual date, now you both missed your reservation. "hwang hyunjin. are you kidding me right now?" you cross your arms, clearly mad

"i'm sorry, i totally forgot.. i was just-"

"too busy with the damn tv? oh i can see that!" you cut him off, now scolding him. "now we missed the reservation!" you groaned, stomping your feet towards your room..

"babe, look, i'm really sorry okay? i didn't mean to." hyunjin tries to apologize, standing behind you in front of the mirror while you removed your not-too-much-of-makeup-but-still-was-something makeup that took work, which is, still something!

"pleasee? i can still make it up to you, we can go elsewhere." he wraps his arms around you from behind, resting hid chin on your shoulder

"anywhere you want, my treat. you don't even have to do anything but enjoy yourself, how about that?"

your furrowed eyebrows slowly went upwards, as you stared at him from the mirror. "anything..?"

"yes, love." he kisses your cheek. "anything." you contemplate it for a moment, before you sighed. "fine.. since we're still going."

"there we go, there's my lover." he giggles, pinching your cheek. "no need for you to wear any makeup or change, your perfect as you are. i'll be taking your clothes off later eitherway." he says laughing, running his hand through your hair

[askwendyokoopa]

Somehow Puffmun Returned

((I mean, it's not like her being called out for being a TERF was going to keep her away forever, and she's already explained that it was an 'accident' that she misgendered them 11 times. And apparently my 300 posts telling people not to Doxx, or that Doxxing is a shitty thing to do, or threating to block Stacy if she Doxxes Kirmun... all take a backseat to that one single time her anonymousona (we've spoken at lengths about this, it's a whole thing) asked me about the war between her and Stacy and I said that I would personally be alright because I had previously Doxxed myself. I'm not sure how she even interpreted that as my approval, but the only thing dumber than that, is her convincing other people I approve because of that. The funniest thing is, there was no initial Dox threat, ask her for a screen shot of one, she doesn't have any. The 'inciting incident' for the Doxxing war was a post where Stacy said "Wow, this sure is a Long Beach!" (information that Kirmun had made public herself). I, like an idiot, apparently, told her not to fight the Doxxing claims, because "What else could you have possibly meant by that post?" If I hadn't said that, Kirmun wouldn't have sent that anon (seriously, she'd unblock one of us, send 14 DMs and 3 anonymous hate messages, then block us again, or something; it's was excruciatingly obvious) and then... well, she'd just be misinterpreting some other ask... I just can't win...

She was caught sending anonymous hate to both Xixi and Majora, the later of which was supposedly her friend... so she's not above negging to get what she wants. I wasn't really involved in that drama but there're like 20 pages of documentation to go through if you have that kind of time to kill? For the one I was only tangentially involved in, that I often described as being stuck between two Karens hitting a beehive with sticks, you can rēad through this tag. It's only 3 pages and not as pretty, or organized, but all the links go to other blogs involved and evidence. Stacy even offered $50 to anyone who could provide "any obscure anecdotal evidence or something" from Kirmun's side, and as far as I know, there were no submissions. Not one person could come up with anything approaching evidence 4 years ago. Although supposedly (I have not seen these DMs), Kirmun sent in what Stacy described as "a long winded nonpology of ‘I’m sorry if you were offended’ along with ‘keep your money’ and 'use it to buy Tropical Freeze'." Which makes no sense; I mean, I don't know if she has that game or not... I assumed so, but I guess I can't ask anymore since she's fallen off the face of the Earth. But the contest was to find any evidence for Kirmun, she was literally paying for your defense, that's how confident she was that you were wrong. Why in the world would you tell her to stop? It could only have possibly helped your case... it's beyond help, of course; seeing as there is no evidence, but still.

Actually, with Stacy gone, there's been no one here to give me updates on Kirmun (whether I wanted them or not), she might have never left? I only ever followed her with Diddy Kong, because it made saving posts to the Internet Archive easier. And someone had to archive everything she said about one of us, because she'd delete them and then complain that "she's already stopped talking about us, so why can't we just leave her alone?" This was after she deleted her dedicated hate blog, containing a list of everyone who's said boo to her since she was 12; which she claimed to have done "because she has nothing to hide." Also, after never addressing any of the criticisms, or accusations, or proof of her misdeeds, she'd randomly make posts about how she "Hasn't been called out because she's not a dumbass!" For some reason, this unusually specific denial never set off any red flags for any of her followers? Oddly enough, even her dozens of other victims, while they knew all the charges against themselves were false, would 100% believe the ones against me and block me anyhow. I tried to explain to people how she was using simple schoolyard ostracization tactics, but nobody would listen because? IDK, going over evidence meant too much rēading or something... everyone blocked me, so I never really got to ask why. Even the one who coined the nickname 'Puffmun,' like she's never going to accept you after that, throwing me under the bus isn't going to help you.

Nevertheless, it took 4 whole months for her to find out about Diddy, despite me having that huge kicky-damn 'other-muses' list, and referring to them as my sockpuppet accounts. And constantly talking about what I was doing and tagging her, and since she was ignoring all those posts, she confused my IP address for Stacy's. So when she did some sort of HTML trickery that kept me from visiting her site via IP it warned me to leave her alone, and asked me to tell 98.6 (i.e. myself) to do so as well. Also I was doing that stock ventriloquist gag where I mention that we share a Mun, or "Why are you arguing with yourself?" jokes... I still do that. I'd say my 100+ muses are an open secret, but they're even less of a secret than Smithers' sexuality. Whatever, it really pisses Kirmun off, possibly because she knows that she has at least a dozen alternate blogs at any given time that she doesn't tell people about, and it rags on her guilty conscience. Though that list is almost definitely out of date, I'm pretty sure she deleted them all right after I posted them... then made new ones. All to get around blocks, but only to send anons... if you weren't going to tell people about your Smurf accounts, it's traditional to use them to imitate someone else... what are you even doing? I have never met another human being that bad at lying, or a bigger crybully.

Which brings me to my next, and final point on the subject, also a summary because everyone has ADHD and my essays full of pertinent information and receipts are boring.

TL;DR: If you happen to know any of the people who have blocked me, tell them to "Beware the sound of one hand clapping." because it's an important life lesson that I think they've missed out on.))

[jvstheworld]

Ted Lasso Fan Fiction: One Week

This is my first time posting a fanfic of mine. I used a prompt from a book of 101 Flash Fiction Prompts. The prompt I used was to create a story set over the course of a week. It's a little self-indulgent, as I wrote it while going through some personal shit and I needed to cheer myself up somehow. I hope it's okay.

Monday:

I saw him, standing outside a pub. He seemed friendly, talking to some regulars it looks like. I looked at my phone for a moment and he turned and bumped into me. My phone on the ground. He apologised, American accent coming in thick. Out of Place. But then one look at his soft brown eyes and I forgot everything. He gave me my phone back and asked if I was okay. I nodded. He smiled. Does the rest of the world exist right now? He spoke again:

"Have a nice day now."

Then he left.

What just happened?

Tuesday:

I sat in a local coffee shop. Bored. All Tuesdays are boring. But then he walks in. The man from yesterday. American accent and all. he sees me sitting by the window and says hi. Apparently speech evades me when this man is near. I wave. He asks to sit with me. I am not an idiot. Well, I am in terms of not being being able to speak. I gesture instead. He introduces himself as Ted Lasso. My stepbrother is called Ted. Really brain? There is an attractive man in front of us and you think of your stepbrother? I'm more of an idiot than I thought. Ted asks for my name. Oh shit, I know this one.

'It's Jack.'

Oh hey, words. Two is a good start. He smiles at me. God damn it, he's cute. The cheeks, the eyes, the dimples too! Was he talking? Shit. What did he say?

'I just wanted to apologise again for bumping into you yesterday and making you drop your phone.' `

'It's fine.' Four words, maybe you could manage a whole sentence by the end of the week. He takes his coffee in a to go cup and hopes he'll see me around for more sparkling conversation. so, he's funny too? Then he leaves.

Fuck, I think I like him.

Wednesday:

Ted is there again. In the park. He knows one of the school kids playing football and he's joining in. He's kind of shit at it. He spots me and waves. I wave back.

'Fancy meeting you here. That's like three days in a row we've seen each other.' He's been counting? Yeah, of course he has been, dumbass. It's a pretty unusual situation here.

'Hi Ted.' Three more words and you'll break yesterday's record.

'You live around here, if you don't mind my asking?' I point in the direction of my flat. He asks if I'm from London. Fuck no! I'm a Yorkshire lass through and through... He's laughing... Wait, did I say that out loud?

'Sorry, automatic response.' He laughs again.

'Well, I respect your honesty and your bluntness.' There's that smile again. Oh Lord, I am not your strongest. There's a moment or two of silence.

'Would you like to join me on a walk?' Say yes, say yes, say yes!

'Yes.' Then we walk away.

Thursday:

I got his number! And we text non stop. Gifs, videos, memes, pictures. Anything and everything. We don't stop. He's funny and charming, disarmingly so. I feel like a teenage girl laying on her bed kicking her feet in the air, crushing over a boy. I never did that when I was a teenager, yet here I am doing it as an adult. But he's kind and is curious. He asks questions. He asks questions! Not even my own father gives a shit about my life enough to do that. Ted does, and he remembers it. This man must be a unicorn or something. Is that a Supernatural reference? He asks if I'm free for dinner on Saturday as he has a game tomorrow. Stupid football. I am definitely watching it. I say yes to dinner, 6pm. He'll pick me up...

Is this a date?

Friday:

Of course I watched the football match. For the first time in my life, I watched a football match. And now I have to go buy a team shirt. The things I do for a possible love interest. No, I'm not in love. Lust, most likely. But love? Too early for that. Besides, how would I even know what love is like? I've never been in love before. Sure I have friends and family that I love (very few), but romantic love, that escapes me. What if Ted isn't looking for love? Maybe he just wants a friend. Is tomorrow a date? I'm too scared to ask. What if I ruin things by asking? I don't want to do that. What do I wear?

Saturday:

I was ready by 5pm. Wearing a simple, short, red summer dress, black ankle boots, light black jacket. Good for a casual dinner with a friend or a date. Now I wait. Waiting, waiting, waiting. 5:13... 5:29 Longest hour of my life... 5:56, a knock at the door. He's there. Hair combed back, black suit, white shirt, red tie. It's a date.

We walk, talk, compliments fly. Arm in arm, his touch is gentle against me. We sit, we dine, we never stop talking. The conversation flows as easily as a bird flies on a clear day. He makes jokes, I laugh, even at the worst. I watch his hands in constant motion, even they are perfect. He's sad though. His divorce, his son, parts of his life missing. What's it like to be in love?

'You've never?' Now it's his turn to see what parts I'm missing from my life. I look at him with the same sort of sadness I see in him. We talk more, share more, honesty and understanding. No judgement. Emotional intimacy, that's what we have.

We leave the restaurant, taking the long way home, finding a park bench and sit. How much time has passed? Do I even care? All I want is to be here with him, listening to his voice. Can I hold his hand? Did he read my mind? I know I didn't say that out loud. It's warm, comforting, squeezing mine tightly for just a moment to let me know he is still there. I could cry. I am crying. Stop crying.

'I understand,' He wipes away a tear. 'It's hard being alone, when all you want is someone to see you and love you for who you are.'

He takes me home, walking arm in arm, holding him tight, and savouring every second of touch like it could be our last. His smile is sad when he has to wish me goodnight. I don't want him to leave. I reach out for him to pull him back. There's something I need to know. His lips on mine, his arms around me, my hand in his hair, his gorgeous hair. He's soft and tender, loving and giving. Like magic that makes the world fall away. We break for air and look into each others deep brown eyes.

'Stay?'

Sunday:

My bed has never been comfier. Perhaps that's because of the man I'm sleeping on. So... Last night really did happen. I see him softly dreaming. My fingers ghost over his messed up hair. My fault. Then over his forehead, and down the slope of his nose. Trying to burn this to memory. I trace his lips, how many times did I kiss them? How many times did they kiss me? Anywhere and everywhere they could find. The noises he brought out of me, they excited him, spurred him on. His hands, things of wonder. Holding on to me even in sleep. Oh, how I could worship his hands.

'Never let me go.' That time I meant to say it out loud.

'I won't.' I see his eyes again as they open and I fall for him more. He brings his hand up to my chin and pulls me forward to kiss me again. I could worship those lips. The feel of his mustache adding to the sensation.

'I could get used to this.' I want to get used to this. His thumb brushes over my lips. His smile isn't as sad anymore. My hand continues to ghost over his skin. Down his chest and over his stomach, the dark patch of hair covering him tickles my palm and fingers. I kiss his chest, holding him close. I don't want him to disappear. He holds me tighter, does he feel the same? we stay in bed, holding, touching, loving. Safe. We feel safe.

On Monday, we were strangers, Tuesday too. Wednesday we became friends. Thursday and Friday getting closer. Saturday, I fell for him, he fell for me. By Sunday, we were lovers, holding on to forever.

As I said, it was self-indulgent, but I'm trying to start writing again. So I guess it was kind of an experiment. Look, good or bad, I tried which for me is good start. If you made it to the end, thanks for reading.