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maggotzombie · 11 months

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the day/night we met ; henry cavill

PAIRING — Henry Cavill x Reader (fem) SUMMARY — On your wedding day, your Maid of Honor prepares a special gift to which you and Henry have distinct responses. WORDS — 1,8k TW — nothing really just a lot of fluff, emotions (I cried a bit writing it), Henry in a suit 😈. A/N — Hi! I'm not dead, just quit the most toxic job ever so I'm getting back here lol Here's a short but very dear fic to me that I wrote last year but never posted. I'm so happy to finally post this! This story has been in my head for two years now and it came out better than I thought.

Song insp.: Eu Me Lembro by Clarice Falcão feat. Silva

— 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

“ALRIGHT,” YOUR MAID OF HONOR smiles, carefully wiping her tears with a napkin. “After making you cry and potentially ruining some makeup,” The room laughs. “I’ve prepared something different to end this on a high note.”

This is one of the dearest moments of your life: your wedding. You’re marrying your soulmate. Your heart could burst with love and happiness whenever.

Everything’s perfect, from your dress to the lights of the venue. Henry – your newly proclaimed spouse – has an arm around you as you listen to your family and friends' speeches about you and your love.

You found it strange when your Maid of Honor wasn’t the first to speak, but it seems she has a reason for it. Immediately, you feel anxious, but in a good way.

“When these two told me they were getting married, I knew I wanted to do something special for them,” Your best friend starts. “I just didn’t know what, but I knew it had to be something remarkable, something for them to look back and have a good laugh,” She looks at the both of you with tears in her eyes, chuckling.

You also wipe tears off your eyes, smiling back at her, and Henry tightens his embrace around you.

“So I sat down with these two, separately, and started to ask a few questions,” She smiles and wiggles her eyebrows, which is an expression you know very well.

‘Oh my,’ You think. ‘What is she up to?’

“Things started to get really interesting from the start, and I decided to make a video out of it,” Your best friend winks at you. “Without further ado, enjoy it.”

With a pleasant smile, she sits down. The attention turns to the screens set around the venue.

You remember sitting with your Maid of Honor to chat about your relationship. You didn’t really understand why she wanted to do that. However, it always has been effortless talking about Henry, and you brushed it off as having something to do with the wedding.

You recall having a great time answering her questions – drinks might have been involved beforehand, but the whole process was surprisingly professional.

Your friend’s face pops up on the screen as she introduces herself. “In this little video, I wanted to talk about our lovely couple’s amazing and fun story, especially the day they met,” She explains. “Newlyweds, I love you very much, and I hope you like this little something I put together for you.”

She blows a kiss and waves. Then in fancy lettering, “A love story” is scribbled on the top-left corner of the screen, and “A story of love” on the bottom right corner. You wonder why both phrases – which convey the same thing – are on the video, but the thought quickly slips your mind when your smiling face appears on the screen.

“State your name and occupation, please,” Your friend prompts on the video, but she’s out of the shot.

You roll your eyes amusedly. “What’s this, a trial? I’m innocent, your honor!” You giggle, making everybody at the venue laugh.

You answer the question anyway, and your name also appears written on the video.

“For the purpose of… this, I’m the bride?” It sounds like a question, and you make a face, unsure of yourself.

She never explained what the video was for, in your defense.

Right after you, Henry appears. “I’m Henry, and I am the lucky groom,” He smiles brightly, looking as handsome as always.

“So, tell me, how did you meet Henry?” Your friend asks, and your smile is instant as you remember that exact day as if it was yesterday. “How did you meet Y/N?” She asks him in the next scene, and his reaction is the same.

“I was hosting a brunch,” You start, your eyes unfocused as the vivid memory plays in your mind. “And it was morning when Henry arrived.”

When he reapers, you can tell it’ll cut back and forth between you. “I was throwing a party, and she was the one that came around. I think it was three in the afternoon,” Henry replies, quite differently from you.

You scoff mockingly, looking at him by your side. He chuckles, brushing it off with a shoulder tic before you turn back to the screen.

“And I said: ‘Hi, come on in, make yourself at home,’ You know, something of the sorts,” You shrug off.

Your betrothed chuckles in the video, scratching his chin in thought. “I was the one that said hello, but she didn’t hear.”

His comment makes the venue erupt in laughter. You meet Henry’s loving gaze again and squeeze his hand, making him bring yours up to press a kiss on your knuckles.

If your shared story had different and entertaining versions until now, it’d just get better!

After being asked about first impressions of one another, he replies: “She thought I was hilarious,” He says with such confidence that is endearing.

In your turn, you laugh and cover your mouth as if what you are about to say it’s an embarrassing secret.

“Oh my god, he wouldn’t stop talking! Like a lot!” You emphasize. “And I pretended to laugh the entire time,” You say very sheepishly before throwing your head back in laughter again. “That’s terrible. I feel like I need to apologize,” You add after your fit.

“Oh, I just remembered something,” He suddenly announces, and his smile is wide as the memory toy around in his head. “Her blouse was inside out,” He chuckles, eyes focused on a spot. “She’s so adorable and such a goof, isn’t she?” He looks back at the camera.

“He loved the way I was dressed,” You giggle, visibly shivering as you physically remember the feeling of him truly looking at you for the first time.

Your friend asks another question, changing the subject slightly, but Henry shakes his head.

“Yeah, the party was great! Everybody was having a good time, but I only remember searching for her when she wasn’t near me. Trying to get another look, you know?” He says.

In turn, you scoff. “No one was dancing! I don’t remember who was taking care of the music, but it was terrible!” Your genuine response makes the room fills with laughter another time. “At least everyone had a drink in hand and ate something.”

“Oh, yes. The food was wonderful. Everything homemade,” Your partner assures with a proud nod naively.

“I bought everything off Tesco,” You rushedly confess, throwing your head back in laughter again.

Back to the present moment, you’re wiping the new tears from the corners of your eyes due to laughter. You love the good energy around the room as your guests and yourself enjoy the video your Maid of Honor made.

Now you understand both phases in the beginning, and although you and Henry have very distinct versions of the day you met, you love both of them and the feelings they bring you.

However, something changes in the next second of the video. For the first time, on a split-screen, you two appear together.

“When I saw him, I knew it (When I saw her, I knew it),” You both say simultaneously. “She (He) was the person I’d spend the rest of my life with,” You continue.

Glancing at him, you’re surprised to see he’s already looking at you. Then you exchange a knowing look. It seems like you got on the same page in this part of the video.

“And that’s how I realized that life put him (her) in my life,” You say in unison. “On that Tuesday (Thursday) of September (December),” Your responses overlap with each other, drawing amused reactions from people.

“That’s why I remember everything, of every second,” Both of you state, which is downright ironic at this point. “Ask me anything that I remember.”

“I remember,” You proudly declare with a grin but, this time, by yourself.

And so does Henry. “I remember,” He nods with a beam.

The video ends there, and the room erupts in applause, whistles, and hollered praises.

Words couldn’t describe the dazzling feelings you’re experiencing if you wanted to. You can’t be more grateful to your friend for this treat either. And, of course, the man you now get to call your husband.

The spotlight of attention returns to you as you’re exchanging the most enamored gaze ever. Henry leans in and presses his lips to your forehead, making you close your eyes. Slowly, you allow all those remarkable sensations to wash over you.

When you reopen your eyes, you smile at him before looking at your Maid of Honor. “Thank you so much for this extremely thoughtful gift. We both loved it a lot.”

Henry confirms with a head gesture.

“Words won’t do justice to how much you’re special to me. I’m just so grateful I get to share such a special and meaningful moment of my life, like this one, with you,” Your voice cracks at the end, and you smile, trying to hold your tears at bay as you can see she’s doing the same. “So I can’t thank you enough.”

As the room gets loud with another round of applause and cheers, she smiles, mouthing an “I love you too” to you. Wiping your tears carefully one more time, you chuckle.

“Although, I only have one question,” You announce, making the room pipe down. “Was my blouse really inside out?” You giggle as you look back at Henry.

Your husband starts to laugh. “Yeah,” He confirms bashfully. “Yeah, it was,” He nods as your guests join you in laughter.

“Oh, God. I can’t believe it,” You shake your head in embarrassment. “I also would like to point out that my husband clearly has a lot of experience with interviews,” You remark, addressing the room. “I feel kinda bad after saying I was pretending to laugh at his jokes when he’s all loving and caring,” You rejoin your friends and family in fun.

“I do tell bad jokes,” Henry concedes in your defense. “I love how genuine you are, and you’re loving and caring to me, too,” You nearly melt at his famous Hollywood-star smile.

The sound of ‘aww’s’ fills the room. “You see what I’m dealing with?” You joke, making everybody chuckle.

You give him a chaste but affectionate peck on the lips. Your wedding coordinator decides it’s time for the first dance to open the floor to make your guests burn some energy after the buffet.

And so, feeling the most secure and happy while pressed against your husband’s chest with his arms around you, you swing slowly. By sharing the same air, the same space, and the same feelings, you can’t think of anything better.

It all started on a Tuesday morning in September for you. But for him, it was a Thursday afternoon in December. Now, it is a Saturday evening in November that you’ll never forget.

You will remember. Everything. Of every second.

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lazywriters-blog · 8 months

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SISTER's SUPPORT 2

Summary: You have a story to tell about how you got pushed into a situation by your sister-in-law. Lying didn't get you anywhere.

Since you wanted a part two, here it is. With some sprinkled dark chocolate and layered spooky, I like these kinds of goofy dark scenarios- (not proofread)

You felt like a married couple consoling a raging teen who refused their favorite snack because of something you did. Even if you did, you had no idea of what you did wrong to deserve this, you barely know the twin brother and sister.

Maybe faking it till you make it home safe and sound was a good decision to keep in mind while you slowly and carefully sip your black tea, peering over to the twins who thought taking eyes off of you meant death.

You know they are not bad people, there are only good things you've heard about them in passing, adorable twin magicians with hats and tricks beloved because of it.

You didn't think the sister would have such a temper. Who in their right mind would come forth and throw accusations, unless her dear brother did admire you and you've gone and missed his magic show?

"No need to be coy, you don't need to lie about anything, we know much already. You like my brother too, don't you?"

You couldn't have responded quicker than lyney who gasped and hid his face behind his hand unsure if disappointment or embarrassment was right in his situation. '... Would you please stop embarrassing me and giving me heart attacks?"

"I'm sure he's a good gentleman and-"

"I asked, do you like him or not? Quit beating around the bushes and tell us the truth, that way my brother can rest easy and move on from his unhealthy fixation." She crossed her arms and glared, you are not sure if she's older than you yet.

"Oh... Uh." she's blunt, you were caught off guard, "Well, to be honest, I don't know him. You both are good magicians I've heard, I can't say if I like him or not if I haven't gotten to know him at all."

"Brother, tell her about yourself." She faced him, "You've been pining over a girl who doesn't even know you better than herself and you've been losing sleep over this?"

"Lynette, maybe spare me some dignity and let things happen naturally. Why do you have to rat me out like that?"

"Because I hate seeing you like this."

If you could get up and leave, you would without a second wasted. The twins were bickering while you contemplated your wisest words and phrases, sentences that were guaranteed to get you out of it with your ego intact.

"I said I've lost sleep because of that one failed trick I got wrong, and you were the one to butt in before I could make my move!"

"If I hadn't, this wouldn't be happening! You would be back to stalk-" Lyney quickly put his hand on her mouth and furrowed his eyebrows, as if to say 'Shut up she doesn't need to know that.'

But that expression eased off when he turned around to look you in the eye, "I'm sorry about this, my sister is a little fussy and all, you know..." he nervously smiled, had you not known better or seen it happen you would have believed they had nothing to hide.

"It's fine." What more could you say? They were guilty of dragging you here.

"I am sorry, I am, My sister usually doesn't pull off such stunts, it would be better for us to forget about this and move along." he laughed, but somehow it felt ominous to you, the way he steepled his hand and drop his elbow on the table, he didn't feel threatened anymore.

"Of course, why not," you answered.

"Splendid!" he raised his hands, giving you a tight smile with closed eyes. Giving it a few seconds, he waited for his sister to say something, elbowing her when she didn't.

Were you bonding with the twins? Not really.

"I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, but would you like to marry my brother? I'm sure he'll sleep better knowing you are his. He's not a bad guy."

If you weren't there, Lyney wouldn't have kept up his smile and made you see him in a good light, however, his smile still appeared strained.

These two were oddly funny siblings with a sudden tendency to expose each other.

"Lynette..." Lyney hummed in a low voice, and his sister did not even flinch, "Sorry bro."

"Was this conversation about marriage from the beginning? Why didn't you say so? I wouldn't have had to worry so much haha..." how were you supposed to get out of this?

Reacting positively could only get you so far.

"So? Do you approve of my brother? You guys should get married in two days." Nothing seemed to faze this girl.

You looked at Lyney, then Lynette and you weren't sure of what you were going to say anymore.

If you say no, you are certain his sister will tear you to shreds and make sure the rest of your days go on as badly as possible, even saying 'I'll think about it' ingrained the same scenario in your head.

It shouldn't be so bad to say yes, no?

"... Why not?"

Saying no meant more harm than good. Besides, you just wanted to get out of this situation as quietly as possible.

"Bro, you owe me one. When can I expect grandchildren?"

"You mean nephews..." lyney replied.

"Yeah, that."

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kenobisgalaxy · 2 years

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Don’t You Know (Obi-Wan Kenobi x Jedi!Reader)

fandom: STAR WARS

pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Jedi!Reader

type: one shot

genre: smut

word count: 2,812

warnings: Straight up smut (with some plot), a little bit of angst (because I can’t help myself), AFAB!Reader (but no pronouns)

summary: Obi-Wan is acting strange lately. The Council doesn’t assign him on your mission with you although you usually are sent out as a team. You decide to confront the Jedi Master.

a/n: I don’t know how this happened and I’m a little bit embarrassed, but I finally managed to get around writing some heated stuff which usually really isn’t in my comfort zone. But I had to try. So this little piece of writing is purely based on the song Don’t You Know by Jaymes Young which is just an amazing hot mess. Naturally, this one shot is as heated as the song is and should hopefully send shivers down your spine. Have fun reading it, but be warned: I couldn’t help but drizzle some angst into it. As always there is quite a bit of set up so that you can settle into the setting. I like to give some basic info so that the reader can imagine the scenario better. AAH, I am so unsure about this and I really really hope it isn’t awful.

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Obi-Wan Kenobi was a flirt. He didn't do it intentionally, it was just something that was in his nature. His sarcastic and flirty way of conducting conversations was almost a staple of his character and even or rather especially his enemies weren’t left out by his straightforward way of phrasing things, except perhaps the more important Jedi in the temple, obviously including the council and for some kind of reason: you.

You had known Master Obi-Wan for a long time, you had trained together as Padawans and had been on many missions before. Especially, during the early stages of the Clone Wars you two had been an unbeatable team. Naturally, you admired the slightly older Jedi Master immensely as what he was: a capable Jedi, a distinguished light saber wielder and on top of all the best partner you could ask for on missions. Although Obi-Wan usually was quiet moody and cocky, always being able to think of a snarky remark, to you he never ceased to be his most polite self. Sometimes, in all that politeness you wondered whether he even liked you. His behaviour around you actually was quite odd, he was being too nice, always helping you up and trying to please you at every given point. He never even attempted a sarcastic remark towards you. Maybe, this was what had made you fall in love with him at first, but in times of doubt and especially when you were suffering from low self esteem again, you did wonder whether he actually liked you or whether he was just being superficially friendly in order to hide his inner contempt for you. Was he just being nice because he felt like it was his duty whilst actually being quite repulsed by you? You couldn’t be sure of it and the whole affair drove you around the bend. For a while now, you had tried to get rid of your intrusive thoughts and not think about Obi-Wan as more than a friend, but your love for him made you doubt your relationship to him even more. You felt like every step towards him was actually pushing him away from you and you observed that he was really just becoming more distant the more you yourself opened up to him and sought his attention. It wasn’t like your were showing your true feelings to him because you really didn’t, you rather just tried to spend quality time with him, but with each further attempt on your behalf he just closed himself off even more, until he became fully distant and even cold towards you.

It was another particular appointment for a Jedi Council meeting. You had been summoned to receive a new assignment and were now waiting in the ante-room when you were called. As you were entering the Council’s chamber and stepping in the middle of the round you looked around the room. Master Obi-Wan was sitting as always in his cushioned arm chair with his legs folded and arms placed on the armrests. Why did he have to look so bloody perfect all the time with his copper hair and smooth beard? That wasn’t fair. You shot a quick glance at him smiling, but he didn’t look at you. Instead he watched the ground intently as if it was some interesting new species that he had never seen before. Why wasn’t he noticing you? Usually, he always gave you at least a reassuring smile because he knew how you hated standing before all these Masters, but not this time. What had happened? What was wrong? Master Windu’s firm voice suddenly brought you back to reality and you quickly emptied your thoughts not wanting to showcase them to the Council.

“Master y/n, you will be sent on a mission to Malastare in order to check in on the fuel cargoes that have been ordered. Due to rather unfortunate diplomatic errors after the latest incidents on the planet, the Dugs are still quite suspicious of the Galactic Senate’s decisions. Please watch them carefully and ensure their loyalty.” Master Windu instructed you.

“I expect I will not be sent alone?” You asked hoping to be accompanied by your usual partner Obi-Wan.

“Actually, you will this time, we lay great trust in your expertise and besides this mission shouldn’t be of great difficulty.” Master Windu proceeded.

“I don’t want to be disrespectful, Master, but I’m not quite the diplomat myself and I usually get sent out on mission such as this together with Master Kenobi since he is the negotiator of the two of us, why not this time?” You asked trying to keep your voice as steady as possible.

“Because I will be on a mission on my own.” Obi-Wan answered drily.

“Oh okay, well then - I. Yes, so when will I be off planet?” You inquired trying to not sound too baffled.

“Tomorrow set off, you will.” Master Yoda announced.

“Well, thank you, Masters. If that is all, may I leave?”

“Sure, Master y/l/n, your Commander will wait for you with further instructions. May the force be with you.” Master Windu said.

“And with you.” You answered him turning around and leaving the Council’s chamber as quickly as possible.

What in the galaxy was wrong with him. He had been strange all week, but there was no sane rhyme or reason why he behaved so repulsive. He didn’t even look at you all the while you were standing there encircled by the Jedi Masters. Had you done something to annoy him? You couldn’t tell. Perhaps, he had noticed your affection towards him, but that couldn’t be it. You followed the code, you knew that any kind of close relationship was forbidden. Jedi weren’t supposed to have possessions such as a significant other. And it was quite clear to you that Obi-Wan valued the code even more than you. That was the reason why you hid your feelings in the first place. If you couldn’t be in a relationship with the man you loved, you could at least try to be friends with him and have him in your life as just that. But what Obi-Wan was doing was outrageous. There was no possibility that he had found out about your thoughts, so the only reasonable explanation for his behaviour was that he didn’t appreciate your companionship after all. And there they were again: the doubts that haunted you at night. It didn’t make sense, he didn’t make sense. He treated you like he treated nobody else, he was kind and sweat to you and now from one day to another he had apparently changed his mind about all that, about your partnership and about your friendship. Couldn’t he just at least be his cocky self in front of you?

All these thoughts rushed through your head as you were strolling to your quarters. As you were approaching the sliding door it struck you. Kriff. You would never know what was up with him if you didn’t talk to him. Why not just ask him? What was the worst thing he could say? You turned and left the corridor through the way you had come. Obi-Wan’s quarters were just two corridors away from yours. You knew he wouldn’t be there because the Council meeting certainly was still running so you decided to just wait for him as you had done multiple times before. You opened the sliding door and stepped into the familiar looking room. It was the same as yours, quite empty and barren. You said down and got out your holopad to do some research on your new mission whilst waiting for Obi-Wan.

One and two hours must have past when you heard the familiar steps approaching the door. Obi-Wan was busy looking at his own holopad when he entered the room. You quickly got up smoothing your robes with your hands.

“Master Obi-Wan. I’m sorry to intrude your privacy, but I have to speak to you.” You said firmly.

“Master y/n.” He looked quite startled, but quickly seemed to be able to collect himself. “If it is something about your mission, please ask Master Windu or your Commander, I have to prepare my own one.”

“I think neither Master Windu nor my Commander will be able to help me with this. See, it is something quite personal.” You continued.

“Well, ask me another time, I’m busy.” He muttered ushering away from you.

“Obi-Wan Kenobi!” You urged, now angry. “What is possibly wrong with you?”

“Why? I- I don’t know what you mean. I’m perfectly fine.” He stuttered. You were agitated. What was he thinking of?

“No, you’re not! Has a Kwazel Maw eaten your brain? Why do you treat me like I am nothing but thin air to you? And why in the damned galaxy aren’t we assigned on the same mission as always? Tell me why you are acting so strangely.” You asked him with every word urging the Jedi Master backwards whilst poking your finger in his chest.

“I thought it would be better if we didn’t see each other for a while. I don’t think this is working.” Now it was you the one who was startled by his words. You were slowly processing his words not wanting to believe them.

“What isn’t working, Obi-Wan? We are the best team. We’re always successful and we always have a great time on our missions.”

“That’s exactly the point. We are not supposed to have a great time together. This is war. It is supposed to be nerve wracking and tedious.” He explained turning away from you.

“So this is what you want? To be miserable all the time and drown in the mental casualties of the war?”

“Precisely.” He muttered. You didn’t believe him. That was so unlike the Obi-Wan that you knew who always tried to master the situation he found himself in, no matter how difficult it was. He always came up with something witty to make the war less depressing.

“Obi-Wan.” You urged gripping his wrist firmly and turning him around. “We know both that you don’t mean that. Tell me what it really is.”

“I can’t - I. This is not what I- It will destroy us.”

“Why? What are you saying. You’re not making any sense.”

“I can’t. I- uh, blast. Screw it. Y/n, it is because of you.”

“Because of me? I don’t understand, what did I do wrong?” Now you were utterly confused, the Jedi Master in front of you had completely gone nuts, you were sure.

“Nothing, that is my point. It is just your simple existence.”

“My existence?” You shrieked. That certainly wasn’t the answer you had expected, but it was the answer you had feared. “So you do dislike me after all. I assume I should better go.”

“What? No! That wasn’t what I mean. I don’t want you to go. I need more of you in my life. Don’t you realize what you do to me? Don’t you know that I- don’t you know I want you so bad?” His raspy voice rang in your ears. You just now realized how close you were to him still gripping his wrist. His azure eyes watched you intently and you noticed a slight tingle in them. He was so close. “Every night I call for you. Don’t you know that I’m going mad? I’d do anything to love you. And I know I shouldn’t, I know that I can’t love you, it is forbidden, the code-”

“Screw the code! Nobody should be alone.” You whispered closing the gap between you two and settling your lips on his. You felt him becoming tense, but then quickly he relaxed and leaned into your kiss wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. His soft beard was scratching your smooth skin, you loved the feeling of it, it was intoxicating. You were running your hand up into his hair tugging at his lose strands. It felt perfect, like it had always belonged there. You gasped into the kiss opening you mouth slightly and making way for his tongue. “Obi-Wan!” You moaned. “Y/n, I’d do anything to touch you!” he exclaimed letting go of you only to come back peppering kisses down your neck. “I know you were meant for me!” He mumbled against you heated skin. You felt your core already becoming wet at the sound of his words. Was this really happening? Wasn’t it one of your endless dreams? But he was there kissing you. You had never seen him like this. The always so patient and conceived Jedi Master had turned into a ravenous mess, flirty remarks had turned into heated praising and his usually smirking lips were now peppering your skin with pure need working their way to your collarbones. His strong arms were drawing you impossibly closer and one hand grabbed you by your thigh pulling it up. You felt his length stretching his pants and pressing against your sensitive area. “Please, Obi-Wan, I need you now!”

“You don’t how long I’ve waited for this.” He uttered, pushing you back towards his bed, carefully lifting you up and placing you down making sure you weren’t hurt. With one hand he pinned both your arms down over your head while he hovered above you and devoured your sight. “You look beautiful, darling! I would fight in a war for you.”

“You know you’re actually already doing that.” You chuckled.

“Not the point.” He said silencing you with another heated kiss. You arched your back pressing your hips to his. He was already so hard for you. Your were becoming impatient. He was fumbling with your belt finally being able to untie it. Tugging at your robes he managed to free your chest. His hands were coming back to your waist, lips trailing down finding your breast, tongue playing with your nipple tugging at it lightly. “Obi-Wan, please!” You moaned again. He shot up leaving your exposed chest and fumbled with his own robes quickly getting rid of his top and tossing it far away into the dim room. “Oh darling, I know all the ways to appreciate your design.” He muttered darting back to you and trailing further down to your core whilst pushing your pants out of the way. “Oh, don’t make me beg you please.” he said and then kissed you right down there, tongue playing with your clit and two fingers stroking your entrance, then plunging in deep. You saw stars and were moaning in a hot mess. “Yes, Obi-Wan, right there.” He was hitting all the sweet spots you didn’t even know existed. One hand of yours was finding its way to Obi-Wan’s hair gripping it and holding his head right there, the other one was getting hold of the bed sheets tugging at them violently when he let go of you. “Don’t tease me like this, I need to feel you, Obi-Wan, now please!” You begged.

He got back up and freed himself from this pants that had up until this moment held a big bulge in place. His cock stood tall and erect glistening with pre-cum. You wondered how he would feel inside you filling you up, satisfying you, grinding you, but you didn’t have to think about it for too long since he was already back on top of you spoiling you with kisses and placing his length on your entrance. “Do you really want this, y/n?” He asked you. “Yes, Obi-Wan, I need this. I can’t live without you.” One word of you was enough and you could feel him entering and filling you up completely. “You are so tight.” He pressed out melting into you like your bodies were made for each other. He stayed were he was adjusting his length to you, but then he started thrusting into you, first slowly and then with increasing pace. “Harder, please Obi-Wan.” He did as you instructed all the while leaving kisses on your sensitive area on your neck. “Make me cum, darling.” He breathed into your ear, both of you had turned into a hot mess, bodies clinging to each other as if this was the last time they would be together. He reached his hand down and found your clit again stroking circles around it. You could feel your legs getting shaky by the touch of him, the orgasm was slowly building in your stomach rolling like a great wave over the shore. “I can’t do this any longer!” You gasped. “Me neither.” He stuttered moving quicker. The orgasm was making your toes curl and hitting you with such a force that you couldn’t see anything but stars. He came right after you filling you with his sweat sperm and crushing down on you breathing heavily. “I love you so much, y/n.” He mused into your ear, kissing you as he was pulling out and letting himself fall down onto the bed beside you. “I love you too, Obi.” You smiled and wriggled closer to him settling in his arm, your breath starting to become at ease.

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fitrahgolden · 6 months

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Lilies and Soap: 10 - Wading

“I am slow to rise

The sleep will not withdraw

From my eyes

I wade through the reverie

Afraid to reach the shore

And find you there, waiting for me”

“Wading” by Siena Rosso featuring Lilies and Soap

Lyrics by A. E. Bridgerton and K. K. Sharma

—

Kate ran her finger up and down her necklace chain as she, Anthony, and Benedict sat with Otto Varney, a journalist from Billboard Magazine, in a cosy, unassuming café. It was their biggest interview yet. That did not make it any easier for her. Kate just didn't handle the press well, but she had Anthony and Benedict to lean on.

“So, it's been several months since Anthony's performance of ‘Someone to Keep,’ and the subsequent rise in popularity for L&S. And it's become apparent that the song has also had an effect on your personal relationship. Is that right?”

Kate looked over to Anthony, who was rolling his eyes but also grinning like a lunatic.

“Yes,” he sighed as he draped his arm behind Kate's chair and brushed her shoulder with his thumb. “Yeah, that's right.”

Otto's eyes lit up as if he'd discovered a new lifeform. Kate wanted to roll her eyes herself. Sure, their profile had risen recently, but there was no way they were anywhere near the level of “celebrity” that made their personal lives even a little bit interesting to complete strangers.

“Well, that’s quite romantic. You didn’t know about the song beforehand, right, Kate? You heard it for the first time when the rest of us did?”

Kate shook her head. This felt so silly. “Right, I hadn’t heard it.”

Otto leaned in. “Was that really the beginning for you two, or was it just—”

“Alright, Otto,” Benedict cut in. “We agreed to one question and then you wouldn't push it. This is pushing it. Let's move on, eh?”

Otto raised his hands in surrender. “Forgive me.”

The interview moved on to their collaboration with Siena, and the performance the three of them were scheduled to give at an upcoming music festival. Working with Siena had been going surprisingly well, considering the interpersonal goings-on at the beginning of the collaboration. There had only been a few passing references to Kate and Anthony’s relationship, and Siena seemed genuinely happy for them with no hard feelings. Otto did ask about the trio’s history and Siena’s crush on Anthony. Thankfully, he seemed to be unaware of the fact that Siena and Anthony had actually gone on a date. Anthony answered the questions cannily, and Benedict again moved the interview along to other topics.

After promoting their upcoming sophomore album and giving Billboard an exclusive–that Lilies and Soap would be opening for Heartful Travellers on an international tour next year–the interview wrapped up and Otto took his leave. Benedict offered to walk him to his car.

Anthony leaned over and kissed Kate’s temple.

“You’re getting better at these,” he whispered sweetly into her ear.

“Lies,” Kate scoffed.

“You are.” Anthony stroked her cheek with his thumb and looked unsure of himself.

“What’s wrong?”

He shook his head and sighed as his hand fell away from her face. “I'm sorry.”

“Sorry? For what?”

“If I hadn't…I don't know. I took a big swing. A very public one. I was only thinking about you. I guess I didn’t think through all the potential consequences. I didn't think about how people may give a shit about what happened between us afterwards.”

Kate tsked and pulled Anthony’s hands into her lap.

“Tony, what you did, how you did it… It felt perfect for us. I never want you to think there was anything wrong with it. It was beautiful.” She gave him a soft kiss. “We can handle a few annoying questions.”

“I love you.” Anthony said quickly, his response coming before she’d even articulated the last word of her sentence. His eyes widened, as if the phrase had fallen unbidden from his mouth.

Kate’s breath hitched before she smiled. “Yeah? I love you, too.”

They both laughed at themselves a bit.

“That’s…not how I planned on saying that for the first time.”

“Mmm.” Kate rubbed his bottom lip. “How were you planning to say it?”

Anthony scoffed. “Well, I’m not going to tell you now.”

Kate narrowed her eyes at him. “You didn’t have a plan.”

She playfully pushed him away and he pulled her back to him. “I did. It was going to be quite clever.”

“‘Clever?’ Now I know you’re lying.”

Kate rested her head against Anthony’s shoulder. She felt him kiss the top of her head and heard him whisper as Benedict made his way back to them.

“I told you I loved you four months ago on that stage, Lamb.”

—

“Damn, you look amazing.”

Anthony watched as Kate walked onto the second of three locations they were using to film a music video for “Pleasing Smile.” Her hair was up, and she wore a vermilion chiffon dress complemented by silver strappy heels. It made him want to take her dancing. And then see how the outfit looked on his bedroom floor.

“Mm, thank you. You are also looking quite smart.”

Anthony looked down at his simple black suit.

“Nah, no comparison. Is it yours? I've never seen it.”

“It is mine. No need to waste our tiny budget on clothes. But I've never worn it. Though I've almost put it on about a dozen times, if that counts for anything.”

Anthony didn't say anything, just grabbed Kate's hand and twirled her around, shamelessly checking her out as she spun.

“Doesn't it look like it will flow nicely in front of the fan?” she asked, giggling.

“I can think of several scenarios in which that dress would look nice.”

She put her arms around his neck and purred, “Am I actually wearing it in any of them?”

“Sure, in exactly one of them,” Anthony shrugged. He leaned in to kiss her, but she backed away.

“No, no. I'm wearing makeup.”

“Fine.” He almost let her go, but suddenly pulled her close and growled into her ear, “But as soon as we're done, I'm thoroughly fucking up your makeup.”

“Noted,” Kate said breathlessly. She made no move to back away from him again as she said, “Now, stop distracting me. This is a triumphant day.” She raised her chin haughtily.

“Is it?” Anthony rested his hands on her hips.

“Yes. The label almost rejected this song twice, and now it's a single.”

“Ah. Well, congratulations, Miss Sharma.”

“Thank you.” Then she lowered her voice to a whisper. “It's the first song I ever wrote about you.” Her eyes twinkled at him.

“Lamb…” He put a hand on her cheek and brought their faces together.

“Tony, makeup, makeup, makeup!”

“I don't care.”

But his kiss was soft, brief, and careful. “I love you,” he said in a hushed tone before kissing her hair, which seemed like safer territory.

“Alright, guys!” the video director– and their sound engineer's husband, Will–shouted. “Let's get started. Anthony, I need you sitting at the piano. Kate, let's have you sitting on top of it.”

“Let me help you,” Anthony said, already backing Kate up against the piano and bracing her waist with his hands.

“Only if you behave.” She raised an eyebrow at him– and then gasped when he wordlessly lifted her up and deposited her on top of the piano.

Instead of immediately letting go, Anthony slid his hands down the smooth fabric of her dress until they rested on her knees, which were indecently straddling either side of him.

“Guys!” Benedict yelled, as he pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly already at the end of his rope.

“You need to stop,” Kate laughed softly as she pushed Anthony away and smoothed out her dress.

“You need to stop,” Anthony muttered with a smirk as he took his seat in front of the piano.

—

Anthony and Kate entered her flat that night, their outfits from the shoot in garment bags slung over Anthony's shoulder. He’d sheepishly requested Kate keep the silver heels on, so she did, even though she was only wearing a t-shirt and leggings.

“I'm so hungry,” Kate whined as she meandered into her kitchen and opened the fridge. “Ooh, leftover pizza. Brilliant.” She turned on her oven as Anthony returned from hanging up their clothes. He opened the pizza box and took a slice out.

“You really should just eat it cold, Lamb. It's delicious and so much quicker.”

Kate shook her head as she put a couple of slices on a baking sheet. “I would never. It's not delicious, and good things come to those who wait.”

As Kate stubbornly waited for the oven to preheat, Anthony polished his slice off and pulled her into his arms.

“What do you want to do tomorrow?”

Kate winced. “Mmm… Kick you out of my flat?”

Anthony furrowed his brow.

“Ed’s staying here this weekend. We talked about this, Tony.”

Anthony groaned as he rested his forehead against Kate's.

“Right. Remind me again why that means I can't see you?”

“Don't say it like that.” Kate tutted as her hands travelled up the back of his neck into his hair. “It's not that we can't see each other. It's just my time to be with my sister, and it's nice when it's just the two of us here at night. And I know it's what Ed prefers. You know I always invite you to hang out with us during the day if it makes sense.”

“No, I get it. Of course I get it.”

“But,” Kate kissed Anthony's cheeks, “that's not until tomorrow.” She took his bottom lip between hers and bit down.

Anthony pulled her up against him as he opened his mouth for her. Just as he was pushing up the hem of her shirt, the oven beeped.

“Do not even think about tending to that right now.”

Kate moaned and pouted. “But I'm hungry.” The last syllable was strained as Anthony kissed her throat.

“It’s not my fault you spurned the ambrosia that is cold pizza.”

“Ambrosia?” She chuckled.

Anthony kissed his way down her body, digging his fingers into the waistband of her leggings along the way.

“You're right, that's a bit of an overstatement. Do you know what actually is ambrosia, though?”

He tugged her leggings and underwear down her legs.

“Do you have any idea how hard it's gonna be to take these leggings off over these shoes?” Kate asked, already threading her fingers through Anthony’s hair.

“No, but I'm about to find out. The shoes are staying on, love.”

While Anthony managed it much faster than she expected, Kate heard multiple tearing sounds in the process.

“Tony, you can't make a habit of ruining my clothes like this,” she managed to say as Anthony kissed each of her strapped ankles.

“I don’t see the problem with decimating your wardrobe, if I’m being honest.”

He placed one of her legs over his shoulder and teased two fingers into her as he bit down hard on her inner thigh before soothing the spot with his tongue.

“Jesus, someone's keen,” Kate panted.

“Well, I need to leave you with something to remember me by this weekend, don't I, Lamb? Like bite marks. Or sore muscles. Or the inability to walk. I think I’m gonna try for all three.”

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media-naranjita · 7 months

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Stick Season

01. Nightwing

You found yourself nervously chipping off the black nail polish on your fingernails, your editor-in-chief having called you into her office. You were sitting in a small chair outside her office, waiting for her to finish her phone call. A meeting with the editor-in-chief could only mean one thing: you were definitely getting sacked. God, you hated how this made you feel, you felt as the anxiety bundled in your stomach desperately trying to creep its way out.

The snap of fingers broke you from your anxious thoughts, your editor-in-chief was trying to get your attention. “You,” She huffed, pointing her perfectly manicured finger at you, “Come on, let’s go. I don’t have all day.”

You took a seat in front of her desk, “Am I in trouble or something, Sandra?” It took all your courage to get those words out without stuttering, people in positions of power made you nervous.

“No, the opposite.” Sandra swiveled her computer screen around, the article you had written on Gotham’s most famous vigilantes on display. You let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding in. Sandra continued, “You wrote this, right?”

You nodded, “Yeah, a couple months ago, why?”

Sandra sat back in her seat, “It did well, surprisingly so. We don’t get many new writers publishing such well-written articles around here.” You gave Sandra a tight-lipped smile, unsure of what to say as she continued, “I want you to write another one.”

Your eyebrows knitted in confusion, “I’m sorry?”

“I want you to write another article like this,” she repeated. “I don’t know how you got the interviews for it, but I want another one and I know you can do it.”

You hesitated, “Look, it’s not like I’m personally friends with any of the people I wrote about. I’m not sure that I’d be able to replicate this article with other vigilantes, they’re not exactly known for being sociable and approachable people, you know?” You weren’t entirely sure where that burst of confidence had come from, but since you knew you weren’t being fired you were willing to take the risk.

“Oh?” Sandra raised her eyebrow accusingly, “Let me phrase it differently, then.” She paused and straightened in her seat, you felt the anxiety building in your stomach all over again. Fuck, you should have stayed home today. Sandra cleared her throat, “You haven’t put out another article of this caliber, as editor-in-chief I need to make sure my writers are not putting out mundane, boring work. So, if you want to keep your job here, you’re going to get me that article, you know?” She was mocking you, using your own words against you. Her words came out in a venomous tone, if looks could kill you’d have been dead five minutes ago.

You nodded reluctantly, “Okay, so who do you have in mind for the article? Red Robin? One of the Titans?”

Sandra smiled tautly, “No, they’re not people worth writing about. They’ve been written about a million times over, but you,” She pointed at you, “You know how to interview vigilantes in a way that makes them human. That’s the type of article I want for this person.”

You let out a small laugh, “Who are you trying to make more human? The Joker?”

“Close,” Sandra hummed, “You’re going to write an article about Red Hood.”

“Really?” You laughed, “What am I supposed to do? Hold up an orphanage and hope Red Hood shows up to stop me?” You stopped laughing when you saw the look on Sandra’s face, “You’re being serious?”

“Dead serious,” Sandra replied.

“Yeah, I might die trying to get you this article,” You shook your head, “I can’t do that. It’s an impossible task, Sandra, and completely unfair.”

“Then I guess you better start praying for a miracle,” Sandra mocked. “I expect a progress report by the end of next week. If you don’t have any progress by then don’t even bother showing up for work.” You opened your mouth to speak but she cut you off, “That’s all, you can leave.” She motioned towards the door, shooing you away.

***

“I fucking hate her!” You groaned, “How the fuck does she expect me to just stumble into Red Hood and ask him for an interview? Can you imagine? ‘Hey, Red, your mask looks beautiful in the moonlight, can you please tell me why you kill people? ’ What a fucking joke.” You grumbled.

Jo, your co-worker and best friend sat across from you in the diner booth, laughing along as you ranted. “You never know, she might be trying to covertly set you and Red Hood up.”

You rolled your eyes, “Jo, this is not funny.” You waved your hands around, “Sandra is trying to kill me. There is no fucking way I would ever come out of an encounter with Red Hood alive.”

Jo shrugged, “You never know, he might have a thing for bookish journalists.” She was holding back a smile on her face.

“I am not bookish, I’m punk rock, Jo.” You scoffed, “How the fuck am I supposed to do this? I swear God gives his weakest soldiers his strongest battles.”

Jo laughed, “Okay, everything you just said was incredibly punk rock.”

“Really?”

“No.”

“I fucking hate you, you know?” You chucked a spare fry at her, “I hope the little green Titan turns into a pterodactyl and shits on your car tonight.”

Jo only laughs louder, “Okay, I’ll stop, but eat your food so we can leave.” She pauses and points a finger at you, “And take back what you said about pterodactyl shit hitting my car.”

***

After having dinner with Jo at the diner, you started making your way home. She had insisted on driving you home, but you declined, arguing that you needed some time alone to think. After lots of hesitation and many promises of calling her as soon as you were home she drove off.

It was dark out, but you stayed where the streetlights illuminated the sidewalk. You’d learned not to walk in the shadows in Gotham, at least not if you wanted to stay alive and harm-free.

A cold breeze blew against you, making you shiver and curl in on yourself tighter. Even with a warm beanie and gloves, Gotham found a way to make everyone miserably cold. The backpack on your back made the cold a little more bearable, despite the fact that it was sitting pretty much flat on your back. It was a bad idea to carry a stuffed backpack in Gotham, you were more prone to getting robbed. But a flat-looking backpack? Most people would assume you merely had a couple of notebooks stashed inside, at least this was what you’d learned over the years.

Unfortunately for you, the next three streetlights ahead were out, creating a pathway of darkness for you to cross. You weighed your options, if you walked fast enough through the streetlights you could probably walk away unharmed. If you didn’t walk under the burnt out streetlights and took the long way home you’d be on the Gotham streets at night for much longer than you needed to be.

“Fuck,” You muttered to yourself, “I can do this, it’s just a little stretch of darkness, right? I can do this.” You were mentally preparing yourself to run through the stretch of darkness on the sidewalk but were interrupted.

“Stay calm and live, panic and die.” A man’s voice rang through your ears, your could feel the barrel of a gun pressed against your back.

You nodded in compliance, too scared to put up a fight. On a normal day you wouldn’t have been out so late and your route home would have been completely safe. Apparently, today was not a normal day: first the Red Hood assignment and now a robbery? Great.

“Good,” He pulled you into the darkness, “Now take out whatever money and possessions you have on you and put them in your backpack.” The man was smart enough to wear a ski mask, hiding any possible identifiers from you. His breath was warm against the side of your face, making your stomach churn at the thought of how quickly this could go bad. Despite this, you did as you were told and began to put all your belongings in the backpack.

“Can I at least keep my ID?” You managed to squeak out.

“Does this look like a negotiation, girl?” The man’s voice was cold, “Hurry the fuck up, I don’t have your time.”

Tears were building in your eyes, mostly from the anger and anxiety that had built in your chest. If you had just listened to Jo you wouldn’t be in this situation and you wouldn’t have to go to the Gotham DMV anytime soon. The whole thing was entirely unnecessary and completely avoidable.

Just as you were finished putting your belongings in your backpack, you heard something whizz past you. In an instant, the man who was previously robbing you was pinned up against the wall, being held by batarangs of some sort. Ill-timed excitement built in your chest, were you about to meet Batman?

“John!” A man’s familiar voice called from across the street, “What did I tell you about accosting the people of Gotham?” The man tutted, “We had a deal, John. I get you a job, and you would trade in your life of petty theft for an honest one.”

John's voice shook as he spoke, “How did you know it was me?”

The masked man stepped into the light and you finally recognized the voice, realizing it was Nightwing who had stopped John. You had interviewed Nightwing for your newspaper in the original vigilante article, building somewhat of a rapport between you and Nightwing. He gave you a brief smile as he approached, you didn’t know if it was recognition or mere acknowledgement on his behalf. You hoped it was recognition, mostly because it would make writing your article a lot easier if you had help from a vigilante who knew Red Hood.

“I never forget a face, John.” Nightwing said, never losing the kind but firm tone in his voice. “You do know I’m going to have to turn you in, right?”

John nodded in defeat, “Yeah, I figured.”

Nightwing removed the batarang looking things from their spot on the wall, releasing John from the grip they had on him. Nightwing had caused no damage to John having perfectly pinned him by his clothes rather than any of his limbs. He then took some cuffs out of his utility belt and placed them on John, sitting him down up against the wall.

“Now, back to you,” Nightwing turned to you, pointing accusingly at you. “What did I tell you about walking around Gotham at night? Do you have a death wish or something?”

He did remember you. Your eyes widened slightly at his accusing tone, “Not to do it?”

“And you did it anyway, didn’t you? This, ” Nightwing motioned between you and John, “is the exact kind of interaction I was telling you to avoid. No offense, John.”

“None taken,” John shrugged.

“It’s not like I had a choice, dude. It was either I walked home or I froze to death waiting outside of the office.” He didn’t have to know you had a choice and were definitely lying to him.

Nightwing groaned, “Okay, let’s go.”

“Where?” You and John said in unison.

“Turning you in and home, respectively.” Nightwing replied, “The station isn’t too far and I’ll make sure you get home safe, can’t rescue you twice in one night, can I?”

You bit back a reply, not wanting to frustrate Nightwing anymore. He looked like a mother hen who had too many chicks to take care of, only one chick’s misbehavior away from snapping.

You followed silently behind Nightwing, doing your best to keep from taking up too much space on the sidewalk. He eventually snapped at you for walking behind them, urging you to stay in his sight. You almost laughed, he really was a mother hen.

Nightwing led the rest of the way to the station, only a few minutes out of your usual route home. He made sure you were standing in a place he could see you as he left John inside of the station. He’d returned fairly quickly and let you know he was following through on his promise of getting you home.

“I really don’t need an escort home,” You argued, “I’ve gone my whole life without needing one. What’s one more night, huh?” Nightwing’s expression grew blank, he was frustrated with you and you knew it. “Okay, fine!” You said, caving into his silent demands, “But don’t stalk me when this is all over.”

“Thank you,” Nightwing flashed a stupidly smug smile, “Lead the way.”

You began walking side by side, internally grumbling at the smug look on Nightwing’s face.

“I wouldn’t stalk you, by the way.” Nightwing said, breaking the silence.

You snorted, “Why? Am I not interesting enough to stalk or something?”

“You’re a journalist in Gotham, unless you’re living a double life of crime, I doubt you’re doing anything stalk-worthy.” The tone in Nightwing’s voice was light, he was joking–at least that’s what you hoped.

“I take full offense in that statement,” You gasped, “I’m interesting as fuck.”

“Yeah?” Nightwing scoffed, “You’re wearing khakis, dude.”

“We can’t all wear spandex and have our asses on display, can we?”

“My ass is not on display!” Nightwing shook his head in disapproval, a slight smile on his face.

“Okay,” You trailed off, a smile growing on your face at the familiarity that Nightwing provided. “Thank you, by the way.”

“Not a problem,” he shrugged, “But can I ask what you were doing walking around Gotham in the dark?”

You groaned, “I already told you I was trying to get home.” He raised his eyebrows expectantly, not believing a word you just said. You continued, “Fine. If you must know, I needed some time to think.”

He scoffed, “And you thought Gotham at night was the right place for that?”

“No, I guess not.” You shrugged, “I was trying to wrap my head around the nearly-impossible article my boss wants me to write.”

“So you almost died because of work?” He snorted.

You rolled your eyes, “Don’t you literally risk your life every day because of work?”

He was silent for a moment, “Touché.”

You continued walking together towards your apartment, silently praying no one took a picture of the two of you and posted it somewhere. If word got back to Jo that you had to be escorted by Nightwing you’d never hear the end of it.

Nightwing’s voice broke you from your thoughts, “What was the article about? Maybe I can help?”

“Um,” You cleared your throat, “I need to interview Red Hood.”

Nightwing laughed, “Okay, what’s the real article assignment?” You looked at him blankly. The domino mask over his eyes hid any real expression, but you could tell by the way the mask shifted that his eyes had widened slightly. “Oh, you’re being serious?”

“Yup,” You ran a hair over your face in frustration, “The cherry on top of all of this is that if I don’t get that interview, I’m fired. God, I hate Sandra.”

“What kind of interview were you looking for?” Nightwing asked curiously.

“She wants me to write about him like I did for you and all the other heroes I interviewed. Unfortunately for me, Red Hood doesn’t seem like the type to sit down for an interview.”

Nightwing shrugged, “He can be difficult, but if you gain his trust I could see him agreeing to an interview.”

You snorted, “You have a plan for me to gain his trust by the end of next week? ‘Cause that’s when Sandra wants a ‘progress report’.” You groaned, “She’s trying to kill me.”

Nightwing laughed, “I think I could help you.” You stopped in your tracks to soak up every word he said, urging him to continue. “I could call in a favor with Red, one that guarantees you meeting him.” Before you could voice your excitement he cut you off, “But, that doesn’t guarantee him agreeing to a whole interview with you. He doesn’t do well with the press.”

You muttered, “Understatement of the year.”

Red Hood had just been harshly scrutinized by the press for shooting a paparazzo’s camera. He had been photographed in an incredibly negative light, pictured dangling a man by his leg over a balcony. What hadn’t been reported was that the man being dangled had stolen from some kids living on the streets. Red Hood had also paid the man for the damage done to his camera, tossing a small wad of money at him and walking away. Despite the good that took place that night, only the bad had been reported, causing an incredibly volatile media relationship for Red Hood.

“Do you think you could convince him if I get him to meet you somewhere?” Nightwing continued, “You’re gonna have to do your best to be charming, none of that smart ass shit.”

“I’ll do my best, but I can’t promise I won’t nervously let something slip.”

Nightwing nodded, “I’ll tell him to meet you on the rooftop of your building sometime this week, okay?”

You nodded, “Thank you,” A wide smile on your face. “I owe you one, yeah?”

Nightwing shook his head, “Nah, just don’t make him look like an asshole.”

You laughed, “I’ll do everything in my power to make him sound like the best in Gotham City.”

“Okay, you’re trying to sell a believable article here, right?”

The two of you began walking in the direction of your apartment building again, sharing idle conversation as you walked. Things were looking up for you after all.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #nightwing #i love jason todd #hes my baby girl #i posted this on AO3 #im also posting it here 🫦🫦🫦#dont tell me if u dont like it #ill cry #thank u #bye

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sulettaofficial · 1 year

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Thinking back on the Cradle Planet mini web novel, specifically the scene where Aerial is begging Suletta to bail TF outta going to school, and then Suletta utters The Phrase™, and Aerial is suddenly on board with the idea. I can't help but think, just how deep does the brainwashing go?

Hey, first of all, you're my first ask anon! Congrats! <3

Second of all, this turned into a much longer post than I expected and I'm so sorry

TL;DR I think she's conditioned in a way where "you move forward, you gain two." makes her susceptible to doing what someone says after hearing it.

Link to the novel for anyone who hasn't read it yet. Here.

Honestly the novel is kind of wild in a sense. If I'm doing my math right (since I'm on Firefox - thanks Tumblr - it doesn't say "x out of y" when you ctrl + f) there's like four instances of "gain two", which is a lot more than any episode, I think. (It's usually like only one usage of it in an episode, right?? Maybe two at most???)

It just kinda feels like the author is really trying to signify the importance of The Phrase™. Also, the use of words like "spell" and "mom's words are powerful" are...significant, imo. I'm being conspiratorial, I know.

RE that scene, Aerial responds with

>I'm surprised. >Suletta says she isn't going to run.

Aerial has been Suletta's safe space this whole time on Mercury. You'd think that Aerial would know what Suletta's reaction to school would be, and given Suletta's behavior in the anime and the web novel, it sounds more accurate for her to bail. Suletta even acknowledges this to some extent!!

S: "I'm scared. Mercury is all I know, and Mom said she won't be able to go with me." A: You don't have to be Mom's tool. You don't have to take on someone else's curse. S: "Should I decline? If I go, I mustn't fail. Enrollment costs money, and I don't want to embarrass her. What should I do?"

AND THEN SHE SAYS THE PHRASE. And Aerial's response? Literally just

But what makes it even better is that apparently Suletta just. Didn't hear Aerial??

>A: She can't have heard my voice, but Suletta speaks as if responding to me. >S: "If you run, gain one…"

Why would Suletta not hear Aerial? She always does! Except when she says this phrase.

And Prospera has been using this phrase since she was five, just to get her to get an "injection" (I'm assuming a vaccine, since we haven't really had any foreshadowing with Elan about Enhanced People needing anything like an immune-suppressant or anything). So clearly she's been conditioned since a very young age.

Considering the Elan's behaviors (if I remember correctly, Elan 4 was the first Elan that she encountered?), it doesn't sound like they have any Sleeper Phrase. It's more so that they're coerced with promises than psychological conditioning.

And to go back to the anime, when she's talking with her mom her reactions - before the phrase - are this

She's fidgety and horrified.

Prospera says The Phrase

I don't have it as a gif, but then her eyes move back and forth

And then while shaking, she says this

Back to the novel, with the school scene.

Aerial tries to reassure her, Suletta is unsure, then she says the phrase to herself and we get this line

>"You know what, Aerial? If we move forward, we'll gain lots of things--not just two. I'll study, of course, make friends, find mentors, and maybe go on dates!"

It sounds like every time The Phrase is used, someone - her mom, herself - needs to sort of talk her into it still. It seems like The Phrase instills some sense of confidence in her, sure. But it also makes her more susceptible to what someone says.

And hey, am I remembering this correctly? Isn't there a scene in one of the episodes where someone - I feel like it was Miorine? - says "You move forward, you gain two, right?" and then Suletta Does A Thing??

I think she's conditioned to be more confident in herself with whatever someone says after saying "If you run you gain one, if you move forward you gain two." She's not quite like a Cyber Newtype where you have Four out there going "THE ZETA GUNDAM IS MY ENEMY!" It's more subtle than that. She needs someone (apparently even herself) to talk her into doing something. And I'm guessing that she can talk herself into things because of all the times her mom says "You move forward, you gain two." and then goes on to be like "Suletta, you'll be really cool and people will like you and this is important and I love you and you're really really great and stuff." that it's just become a normal response to her to just do the thing. So she says "you move forward, you gain two." and then just naturally falls into "Okay, now here's the part where I tell myself to do the thing."

#the witch from mercury #g witch #the witch from mercury spoilers #g witch spoilers #Suletta Mercury #Prospera Mercury #sleeper agent discourse #fan theory #ask #I talk far too much please beware of this

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courfeyracs-swordcane · 6 months

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💌 :3

OH, YOU WANNA DO THIS? WE CAN FUCKIN DO THIS!!!!! Do not make three mouth at me we can fuckin do this

I am once again saying that Tumblr Mutual is an incredibly funny way to refer to you, my boyfriend from real life, but let’s GO. (Also note from the future it’s 1am and I did 100% kind of lose coherence halfway through this. However,)

Right off the bat. INCREDIBLY cool I’ve been saying this for years now and if you poke me when I finished typing this I can pull up receipts. Top ten Coolest Guys I’ve Ever Met in the most stereotypical definition of that word possible. Yk. The vibes are off the charts

We’ve covered how you’re gorgeous but I’ll do it again now that I don’t have to hold back: god FUCKING damn. god FUCKING DAMN!!!!! and also your VOICE what the FUCK you sing so goddamn well and I’m really really normal about it?? ALSO AGAIN. INCREDIBLY FUN TO DO MAKEUP ON EVEN FOR NON GAY REASONS. also the SKIPPING and the swinging my hand at knotts you’re literally adorable Jesus Christ

also I love the way you care about people— the way you remember things they say and like and are and bring them back up?? I just think that’s very cool (top ten things I can’t remember if I ever wound up saying but have been thinking since you started sending Cy zine apps)(also you held my hand and pointed out all the scare actors and I love you for that)

ALSO. ONE LINERS GUY. POETRY GUY. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. you’re so goddamn good with words I don’t think I’ll ever be over it!!! (also. Definitely never gonna be over hearing you read them. Agh.)

Also. Relatedly. you’re fucking hilarious. All the time. I laugh so much around you.

Good taste in music. Good taste in media. Good taste in vibes and aesthetics. Good taste in blorbos both store bought and homemade. Incredibly chewy takes on all the above. Incredibly fun to talk to about all of them. 10/10

INCREDIBLE hugs also and very very comfortable to put my head on and also YOU CAN PICK ME UP WHAT THE HELL. WHAT THE HELL. what the hell. That’s my job!!! Also you’re WARM?

Also this is not so much a you problem but you have really cool coworkers 10/10

We are setting aside all of the synesthesia shit you do to my brain until it’s not 1am and I can describe it better but you’re so down there you’re so in the dark and in the blue and in the red swirly and there’s the big light coming down and clouds around the moon and maybe a beast that’s too big to even see. TLDR. The Big Deep Dazzling Dark. that’s you. Honorific.

Top ten guys to hang out with ever also if you haven’t gotten that from the. Everything. Where’s the quote about knowing you can get along with someone if you can sit comfortably in silence for half an hour. that’s you. Also very easy to trust which I don’t know how to elaborate on but like!! Top ten guys who are safe to show things to and enjoy things with!

TOP TEN NICKNAMES GUYS ALSO. NEVER GONNA BE OVER THOSE EITHER.

There’s no way to phrase it without sounding insane but the way you?? move through the world??? is really really cool to me you’re just out there!!! You just come across as knowing yourself really well? Unsure how to explain it

ALSO. PREPARED FOR LITERALLY ANYTHING AT ALL TIMES. JESUS CHRIST. you have everything anybody could possibly need ready to pull out at a moment’s notice that was incredibly impressive. relatedly. the way you have recommendations for literally everything at all times?? Holy shit??? Also incredibly impressive!!! Goddamn!!

Also you can talk about things really well which is both impressive and also just always really cool to listen to! Good takes and effectively phrased and it’s just genuinely interesting no matter what it is 10/10 could listen to it forever

Also good driver holy fuck oooh baby when that LA traffic,

Also it’s funny when you bitch at all the surrounding cars 10/10

Also once again. HOT. also once again YOU SHOWED ME YOUR HOMETOWN 😭. also once again some of the most fun I’ve had in the last Ever this weekend we’re so out there we’re so fine we’re so back. Also once again WARM and COMFORTABLE and INCREDIBLY FUN AND FUNNY TO WATCH THINGS WITH I love the way you make your gay little comments and I love your gay little earrings and the things you do to my vocabulary and I love watching you dissect things and your reaction images compilation and your emojis aslo and I love the guy I am around you and I love how you talk about things and the way you write and the way you know me better than I ever could have expected and the way you act and behave and Are and the way you scheme for people I don’t think we even got into the absolutely off the charts generosity and I love your taste in everything and I love making blorbos and stories with you and it looks like you can cook really well and I love how you’re so easy to be comfortable with and I love how you’re so myths and stories and fairytales and I love how you can talk so well and I love how you’re so wetboy and so fishes and so water and so moon and I love how you think of me like the sun and I love being red and blue and I love how you can commit to the bit and to the aesthetic and I love you and you smell good also and there’s definitely more but it’s almost 2am now and I’m losing words so I’ll come back to this in the morning bc I’m definitely forgetting things and they’re Important

Tldr. Holy fuck.

#top ten guys that are WILDLY OUT OF MY LEAGUE but I’m NOT COMPLAINING

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favorite trope, non g/t or g/t, go!

- 🧱

Finally got to this skskksksks

Oh man oh man uhhhhhh this one's soooo hard!!

I think favorite g/t trope is probably when there's a language barrier, not a full one but when the giant knows few words maybe some basic phrases and has to convince the tiny they aren't danger and why they act the way they do and because of them barely putting few random words together it doesn't sound sincere at all! :D

Also platonic love between a normal person and a sizeshifter I- my heart can barely stand it TwT

And favorite non g/t?

Am a sucker for fear play overall no matter the size!

But my favorite thing which I don't REALLY consider g/t are nagas. I used to be unsure about them, but now they are just so fun! The only thing better than a naga is a piebald naga with one hell of a human lusting appetite 👀

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #g/t #naga #xyz ask #xyz rambles #🧱

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sbzbrainrot · 11 months

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Chapter 4

She had to admit it was efficient. The way he seemed to know exactly what he needed and where to find it, even though it was Robin who had set up and organized this base in the first place. The way his mechanical hands worked in conjunction with his organic ones - one unwrapped the gauze, the other cut it, one uncapped and poured the sterilizing antibiotic all in one go, one was keeping her steady as it pressed up against her upper thigh.

Affected still by the fuzzy feelings Al-an had somehow planted in her head, the dulled feeling of pain and the chemicals dictating her happiness and comfort coursing through her veins, she just laid back with her head back on the pillow. She wasn’t uncomfortable with his proximity to her nude form, but she didn’t know if that was because she was truly okay with the circumstances or if his little trick was the true culprit. It was conflicting, though she didn’t have much mental capacity to entertain that.

The ordeal was done and over with in only a few mere minutes and Robin only noticed when she realized she had been free of his touch for a few seconds. She propped her head up to look at him to discover he was finished and simply looking at her now.

“Oh, all done?” Robin questioned, feeling on some level like she should be recoiling at his gaze and covering herself up but simply not having the brainpower to truly feel those feelings. She did have one of her arms draped lazily over her chest, though.

“Yes,” Al-an responded, a tone to his voice that seemed awkward. “But I am unsure of what to do now.”

“What?”

“Your culture,” Al-an looked away, feigning interest with a lantern tree growing out of a pot in the corner, “I thought I was more familiar with it than I was. I do not know what to do now, to keep you from being angry and uncomfortable.”

Robin was a little taken aback by his words - it wasn’t often that Al-an admitted to not knowing something, but that wasn’t the main surprise. The main surprise was the way he spoke to her, so softly, if she didn’t know better she would’ve thought he was afraid. Of … upsetting her?

Had she really gone so far? As to make Al-an feel afraid of angering her, making her uncomfortable? To feel like he’s walking on eggshells around her?

Robin sighed. “Oh, Al.”

He turned to look at her immediately, head tilted slightly with hints of curiosity. She almost smiled at it, and she would have if she wasn’t feeling so guilty.

“I’m sorry that I said such mean things.” It was Robin’s turn now to shamefully avert his gaze. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I guess with everything going on lately it’s been harder to understand and control my emotions.”

A moment of silence passed between them.

“I understand.” It was a simple phrase, and it was all Al-an offered.

This sparked a sense of anxiety within Robin - she wanted to hear how upset he was, how she made him feel, if he forgave her or not, she would’ve even preferred he’d taken the opportunity to air his grievances with her. But he didn’t. All he said was he understood.

It gave her an unsuppressable urge to continue, to ramble, to give him something to respond to. “I should have just let you take my clothes off and look at my injuries when this all started, then we wouldn’t be in this position. It’s just that it’s generally very important for us to maintain our, dignity? I guess?” Another moment of silence passed between them and it was clear Al-an wasn’t going to respond. Hastily, she added a question, “Don’t Architects have any of those social customs, things you shouldn’t do or show?”

Al-an glowed a soft green and she was relieved to obtain a discernible non-verbal response, much better than the silent lavender he had been shining since the Sanctuary. She was even more relieved to hear his voice when he spoke.

“Well,” Al-an began slowly, clearly eager to move past her apologies even if in only a slightly unrelated way, “yes, of course we do.” His tone begged her to inquire more and she was happy to comply.

“Like what?”

“As I have told you, many of our desires and actions are driven by the needs of the Collective. It is socially inappropriate to conduct ourselves in such a manner that misrepresents those needs - or directly opposes them.” Al-an clicked, something she was beginning to interpret as an expression of happiness (or at least neutrality). “This can range from large-scale transgressions to smaller ones. It would be impolite of me, for example, to communicate to a group of others using my actual voice as I am doing now. It would be expected of me to entwine my voice with the Collective in a way akin to your internal monologue.”

Robin was very interested. She’d always enjoyed learning about Architects and now seemed as good a time as any. “You guys sound kind of strict, then.”

“You could say that… yes.” Al-an concluded, slowly packing away the med kit he had forgotten about.

“It kind of sounds to me like everyone’s sort of expected to think the same thoughts.”

“I suppose that is a reasonable conclusion to draw.”

A gust of air draped over her as the air filtration in her base kicked on and she was suddenly acutely aware of her total lack of clothes. A blush quickly overcame her, the dimming of her feelings Al-an had previously placed on her slowly but surely fading. “Um, Al?”

“Yes, Robin?” It was almost mesmerizing to watch the way he elegantly clopped those hooves as he walked, returning from the far side of the room where he was placing the medical supplies he had just packed up.

“I’m still sort of naked. Do you mind getting me some clothes from the closet?” Robin pointed meekly in the vague direction of where she stored her clothes, tightening her legs and holding an arm over her chest once more.

“Oh!” Al-an exclaimed, sounding like he had literally just noticed it. He blinked over to her closet and in an instant was flipping through each shirt and pair of pants she had. “Any preferences?”

“Uh, I dunno.” Robin glanced at his rummaging, not that she could see any specific clothing items from this distance. “Something comfortable.”

Al-an blinked back over to her with a pajama set and underwear. “Is this sufficiently comfortable?”

Robin nodded, looking more at him than at the clothes he had picked. This felt so… intimate? There was suddenly such a thick blanket that hung over them (or maybe just her) of something heavy but not uncomfortable.

She didn’t say anything about Al-an having picked out a bra for her even though she didn’t actually wear a bra under her pajamas.

She didn’t say anything as he moved her over and kneeled behind her to help her put it over her breasts. She didn’t say anything when his claws groped her, a pace suspiciously slow, to make sure he’d positioned it correctly. Or when he (hesitantly?) pulled those claws away to finally clasp it.

She didn’t say even a word about how she was more than capable of dressing herself as he slipped her underwear on - not even when a turbulent part of her suddenly preferred she’d kept them off.

She wasn’t saying anything but her breathing betrayed her. If Al-an noticed, he kept silent as he finished slipping her pajamas on, still a pace so slow she could’ve sworn he was dragging it on on purpose.

And honestly, he was. A dark and mischievous part of him was still curious about how he could interact with her body - he’d never really seen or felt her, all he saw her as was that girl wearing the wetsuit, but that wasn’t her. If she insisted on this eternal connection with her corporeal form, he figured he has the right to be curious about it. He certainly wouldn’t admit the deeper motivations to himself, though. He was acting on scientific curiosity, nothing more.

His claws lingered over her sides, something that made Robin hold back a giggle, one nervous, almost as if he was about to tickle her. Of course, though, he didn’t.

She was disappointed when he retracted his grasp and took a step back.

“Does this continue to be sufficiently comfortable?” A question he wasn’t quite sure why he asked, but that just slipped out.

Some unreal exercise in self-control kept Robin from saying what she was really thinking, a simple no, actually, I think I was far more comfortable before, let’s get these clothes off and she just nodded with a dry swallow.

Strangely, Al-an was embarrassed to admit to himself he felt similar, and he didn’t know why. He suddenly wanted to move on and leave the room in order to stop himself from wanting to stay there and comply with those demands he couldn’t even hear but rather felt.

“I’m glad.” he responded in a way sounding perhaps a bit disappointed.

“Yeah,” Robin responded.

A moment of silence passed between them in which they just stared at each other. Then Al-an turned around.

“Goodnight, Robin.” Al-an said, facing the door. He blinked towards it, turned off the light, and blinked right out of her room.

So quickly had Robin been left there, staring at the spot in the doorway Al-an had just been, feeling things overwhelming and unidentifiable (or perhaps she was just denying what she thought those feelings were). She swallowed another dry swallow before laying down, trying to will her racing heart to still and the burn in her cheeks to cease.

It was gonna be a long night.

#al-an #al-an subnautica #below zero #subnautica #al-an x robin #robin ayou #al an x robin #subnautica below zero

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merryfortune · 2 years

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I can see a future with Y (But I don’t want that future to ignore the past that I have with S)

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Vrains

Ship: Saviorshipping | Ryoken/Spectre/Yusaku

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,649

Tags: Post-Canon, Crack, Internet Memes, Social Media, Getting Together, Pre-Relationship, Love Confessions

Ryoken stared down the computer screen with trepidation as his wrists rested on the flats either side of his trackpad. The cursor was inside a blindingly white box just blinking. Usually, it was the endless reels of text that made him nervous when he was looking at a computer screen but right now it was a blank text box. He took a breath.

He supposed that he could turn to any of the Lieutenants for relationship advice but honestly, Ryoken rathered this as a solution. It was anonymous. It could be deleted and scrubbed later. So, he made his post to a relationship advice forum.

Dear all, I am not a regular user of social media and am loathe to do this but I don’t know where else to go. I am stuck in the middle of a love triangle and don’t know what to do. I don’t want either person vying for me to get hurt (they’ve been through enough as is).

My name is not important but for convenience’s sake, I will refer to the two individuals as S and Y.

For context, S and Y hate each other. I think, I’m not actually sure but they’re both my childhood friends just from different years of my life. Y and I only knew each other briefly as children before my Father’s work got very traumatizing for him and later got sick and we lost contact with each other but our meeting really left an impression on him. I have a quirk of counting things through to three and he’s still uses that to get by, too.

So, he spent years of his life searching for me again and tada. He did. And despite some issues, we’ve managed to resolve them and are now quite close. His pursuit of me, even when I tried to shut him out because he had done some things that had complicated my relationship with my Father, who for all his flaws, I do still love (though note: he has passed away by now).

Meanwhile, I met S a few months after Y and I left each other’s lives. Due to S’s home life (or lack thereof it), it was arranged that he would be allowed to stay with us and became a ward of one of my uncle’s (or at least that’s the simplest way to put it, basically he’s an orphan, you know how it goes). S has been my best friend ever since and I really mean a lot to him so it's no wonder that he’s had a crush on me for a long time and I feel like an idiot that I never noticed.

Anyway, S and Y meet under some…. Less than ideal circumstances. There’s a huge fight and the only thing they really learn from is that they both really like me and that both took very different lessons away from some stuff that had happened to them as kids. They have very different outlooks on life but since I know them both well, I think it's also because they are too similar - though as much as they both like me, I think they would kill me for saying that.

This was a year ago now and things have changed. But that’s why I have no idea if S and Y like each other though I think it's best to assume that they probably would hate each other. S is kind of weird and I can see why Y wouldn’t want to talk to him ever again after that fight anyway. Any time we’ve all sort of met up as a group with a couple of other people, they seem to make it a point not to interact.

However… Another reason that I’m unsure of how they feel about one another is that they have learned to work together for certain things. I don’t know how to phrase it but I do think, on some level, S respects Y and possibly vice-versa. Y is very skilled at something that we all enjoy and S, too, but his skills evolved after studying Y’s techniques and the like. Y, meanwhile, must respect S on some level, too, I would assume if only for… Ah, that doesn’t matter, let’s not introduce other… people in our orbit this late into my post.

But that kind of brings us to where we are now. I’m in… All three of us, actually, are in a way better spot mentally, physically, emotionally, you name it than we were a year ago. Which is why S finally made his move, I guess. He’d been waiting for that mirage of when things were finally quiet and settled down so he asked me out.

He asked me out exactly three hours after Y had asked me out, actually.

Yes, this both happened on the same day.

S doesn’t really like greasy foods and prefers sit-down restaurants so he didn’t come with me, Y works at a food truck so I went by to chat with Y, just to see how things were going, get a hotdog but he decided now was the time to bring up how he felt about me. Again. We’d had similar confrontations about our relationship in the past but they seemed concerned for me and my circumstances than a declaration of “I like you and want to go out with you” but lo and behold. That was the finisher on his “I have three things to say to you” spiel.

And now I don’t know what to do. I really like them both and don’t want either of their feelings to get hurt.

The fact that they don’t seem to like each other complicates things for me since if I pick Y, S is still going to be my best friend and still live with me but would probably be very hurt to be excluded and not have his feelings requited how he wants. I honestly think that would break him.

I mentioned before that he was an orphan and he still has a lot of abandonment trauma surrounding that. I’ve been the one true constant in his life and I appreciate his company and quirks like none other. He had a health scare a while back and I was beside myself with the worry that he’d never wake up again; I feel like I ask so much from him and he never complains. I can’t imagine my life without him and I mentioned before, some tension regarding my Father and though he has passed on, I still value his input in my decisions so knowing that Father liked S and S respected him. That means a lot to me.

But if I pick S, that would also break Y, I think. Y went through a lot as a child which was why that quirk became a huge coping mechanism for him. Even when I tried pushing him away because yeah, my circumstances weren’t great regarding my Father and similar, he still pursued me. He still tried to pull me out of depths that I don’t think S even realised that I was in. He pushes me to do better and to trust beyond what I am capable trusting of.

I can see a future with Y.

But I don’t want that future to ignore the past that I have with S…

Anyways. I could really use some help figuring things out. I’m currently hiding in my room from S and am glad that Y is at work still because I’m really freaking out. I told them both to wait and I think S could wait for years but I don’t think Y can. Any and all advice will be appreciated. I’m going to take a nap and come back when I can.

Ryoken closed the laptop and did exactly as he said he would in his post. He plonked himself in bed, wrapped up under the covers, and slept awfully. The words of what he had typed out swirled. So did both Yusaku and Spectre’s confessions unto him. So, the sleep he had wasn’t really a nap, more like a black out.

It was a weird hour of the morning when he woke up. Two or three A.M but Ryoken, feeling sick to the stomach, only thought of one thing: had there been any responses to his post?

There had been. In fact, skimming the comments, Ryoken could see a pattern of three.

First, there were a few questions about why he couldn’t go to his “uncle” for advice. Well, that’s an easy one, because Ryoken would rather die than go Aso or Genome for advice, especially romantic advice which pit their beloved Spectre against their former enemy Playmaker. He wasn’t going to get

Second, there were a few responses sceptical of the situation, pointing out how much context and information had been clearly omitted. Another easy one that Ryoken to answer because he didn’t want to be arrested for cyber terrorism.

And third, some very kind people suggesting that Ryoken had them all sit down, as a trio, and work through the conundrum together with their ideal outcome being… polyamory? That Ryoken simply dated them both and they could be metamours to whatever extent they preferred, especially if Ryoken was correct in them not being on good terms with each other.

Ryoken’s hands shook as he went up and down the scroll bar, rereading comments he liked and ignoring the ones he didn’t. His heart trembled in his chest. He supposed that it was obvious that simply talking things through would be the best solution but the other half of those suggestions hadn’t even dawned on him. He did like them both. He loved them both, even.

So, Ryoken resolved. Even though it terrified him, he was going to conduct a three way heart-to-heart and hope for the best.

#writing tag #saviorshipping #yugioh vrains #vrains #yugioh #ryoken kogami #fujiki yusaku #spectre (vrains)#and then they all end up in a triad the end

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desn512-alexalansang · 26 days

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exploring discombobulated posters

needs more visual confusion

Quick brainstorm of ideas to expand and keywords relating to discombobulated:

discombobulated means confused and disconcerted.

visuals for uncertainty: scribbles, blurring, question marks.

informal composition. odd number of columns and hanglines for grids? or using a alternative grid that is based off somethingg

phrases: what? huh? pardon? excuse me? hm? umm... <- could possibly add these in

confusion is messy, so I would expect lots of things going on in the poster (in a good way not a clashing way)

maybe i can approach it taking inspiration from david carson, gives me a different visual option than the interlinked posters.

perhaps I can merge these two ideas later on. showing that my interlinked experience in nz is discombobulaiting :D this way it tells more about my experience visually...

an idea for the second posters content could be a phrase of discombulation? and using the 'echoing' of text as responses to the discombobulation phrase.

I can improve this with texture... or distorting something.

I think black and white is suitable for this poster because they are basic colours and fit with being confused. If i were to choose colour it wouldn't make sense because knowing something means you see more colour(in my perspective) - black and white is like being blind.

could try with swapping colours so black is background and white text.

selection of typefaces can be improved. The type face for the smaller text looks unique, for example the y’s tail is like a backwards c shape. I think a typeface that is very normal might work well like Helvetica, because when you are confused you wouldnt know much, so less character or e in a question? Will have to try this to see if it works.

I think the type face VAG Rundschrift D used for discombulated is suitable because it uses rounded lines. Being in a constant state of confusion may look as if you're clumbsy or irresponsible; i think this relates to the round look of the typeface because it reminds me of childhood - clumbsiness and irresponsibility of a child.

Also try adding lines and shapes and experiment with layering them with low opacity so the tones build on to each other, making the poster more busy.

The empty spaces next to 'dis' and top right of the 'a' is bothering me. I'll extend the black line on the top right and add '...' near the 'a'.

to the final poster I added a very light grey to the background to achieve more tones. I feel that with the grey background poster more white is needed in some areas such as the inverted part of the 'u' and somewhere in the bottom left of the poster.

I am unsure if the grey background is better than the white but will try improving it first before making the decision.

I think the grey background works really well in showing more tones throughout the poster. I developed the poster with the grey background by adding white and tweaking with the shapes and text's opacities. I am happy with what I habe come up with.

Quick initial rationale/explanation:

layered lots of text and shapes to communicate my messy confusion growing up in NZ which I found confusing and messy because of cultural differences and events I have experienced.

added phrases and words relating to being discombobulated such as huh? and hmmmmm.

I think using grids to organise the clutter of the poster works well because it is clear to read and isn't randomly put together.

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sillygooseun · 9 months

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okay so since i haven’t posted much recently, i have a lot to share bc i’m. Like That™️ :D

anyway so i work at a small newspaper stand and occasionally they’ll let me edit or write pieces for the article! anyway, the other day, i was talking to one of my coworkers (omg i sound so adult) about hair dye/styles, and how different hairstyle/hair color means you’re often treated differently. (basically this post here) and our editor happened to walk by and here some of what i was saying, and he goes “Hey, you’re really passionate about that. I like it! Write this down, because even if it doesn’t make it into the paper, I want it in my office.” so of course i was all like “Okay! I’ll get right to it then!” so anyway i just thought that since i shared that post i wanted to also share what i wrote (it didn’t end up in the paper, but he actually pinned it on his wall!!! i’m so so proud!)

WARNING IT IS REALLY LONG SO DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO READ THROUGH A LONG ARTICLE!!!

Hair dye. One of the many wonders of our world. You can look the way you want, because you have the power to choose. I’ve always loved the idea of dyeing my hair, and I’ve been dyeing it since i was 13 years old. Something that I’ve learned along the way is that people tend to treat you differently based on your hair color. A lot of people like to say the phrase “Don’t judge a book by its cover.” Except for the fact that a lot of the time, the people saying this are only saying it for their benefit. It is an intrinsically human behaviour to judge and feel judged. Now, you may be reading this going “Well, that’s only some people, because I would never judge anyone!” But thats where you’re wrong, and you know it. When we see other people, oftentimes our first thought is something bad. For example; “She should get a nose job,” or “That color does not look good on her.” We all judge people, even if we don’t realise it, because we live in a society where it’s normal to do so. But if you don’t think judging people is a horrible thing to do, I’m sure you’re going to be convinced by the end of this article.

I’ve been pushed around all my life. By bigger, older people, by boys, by girls, by adults. And I’ve never felt as though it was a bad thing, because I was told that every kid my age goes through it. But when I found out this wasn’t true, I was furious. Rage can feel different sometimes, and this time it felt like betrayal. It also felt sad, and cruel. I couldn’t help but think, “Why didn’t they just tell me? Why didn’t they do anything?” I know now that they couldn’t. Or, perhaps “wouldn’t” is a better choice of word. When I found out that I was being pushed around more than others, I felt out of place, and unnatural. A month after I had turned 13, I decided to dye my hair a bright purple color. I was treated 10 times worse than I had been with my natural, brunette hair. So I continued to dye my hair every color under the sun, when I realised that it was useless. At 14, I dyed my hair platinum blonde. I was treated better than I was before. My hair grew out, and I kept it blonde until I was 16. I felt more confident, less unsure of who I am, or where my place was. But everyone seemed to put me in this box. My male teachers started dumbing down subjects for me when I asked a question. Boys at school (whom I’ve known for years) started telling me I couldn’t play football with them. I was told that I “dont even know who that is” when wearing a sports jersey. I got tired of being talked to as if I’m stupid and worthless.

My mom is someone who I’ve always been close to, always looked up to. My mom has red hair, and when I was 16, I dyed my hair the same shade as hers. As you should know, girls are a little more matured at 16. Well, a 16 year old with red hair is apparently a target for older men. I was stared at by men twice my age at the gas station, the grocery store, and I was suddenly more liked by boys at school. At the time I had thought it was a normal thing, that all girls go through this. When I was talking to my friend about it I realised this was something that wasn’t happening to her. I was confused, and angry with myself for not realising. I let the red fade out of my hair, and gave it some time to go back to its natural color.

My hair healed from the chemicals in the hair dye. I was not treated as bad as I was with colored hair, not talked to as dumb as I was with blonde hair, and not sexualised the way I was with red hair. I could simply be, and that was enough for a while. Until I got bored of being normal, and dyed it again. I was called “an attention seeker” by classmates, friends, and even family. I’ve learned now to ignore them, because even though my hair is different, I’m not. I want anyone with dyed hair to know that you are still you. Unless you’re not. Some people are changing and some aren’t, and that’s okay! I’m 18 now, with green hair, and suddenly I’m “cool” and “edgy.” I don’t care what people think I am, because I know who I am. And I hope that you, dear reader, can also someday know what it’s like to know who you are.

#my writing #hair dye #dyed hair #newspaper #empowerment #let me know if this is good i wanna be a journalist and this is the closest i can get for now :)#so someone tell me how i did thanks!#ALSO feel free to comment on any errors in grammar/spelling/punctuation that you notice!!!

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ofsgiathan · 1 year

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im a bit confused about your rules or the wording: "there are people who have dealt with this kind of stuff irl and suffer ptsd because of it" - "you saying it is okay to write in fiction is like saying it is okay it happens in the real world."

i write a muse who is a killer and i find it okay to write, do i automatically condone murder for you now? any crime that is written in fiction must apply to your rule then, right? and if not, what makes those crimes more ok? Since people got hurt either way irl - some more or less but it does not change the fact that it is still a crime. i can understand if you do not want to read about certain (shipping) stuff, but with your wording or logic? it sounds like it must apply to every crime in fiction then, since someone irl definitely got harmed, suffered.

obviously im not condoning any kind of crimes now, and i dare believe you know that (still you got me unsure, im sorry, i really like you/r blog) since i am sure you follow or maybe wrote some villains yourself or heroes who have done bad. i hope you understand my word vomit and find the time to explain it to me.

thank you for the ask! i greatly appreciate it!

that is only with just pro-shipping. i'm just wholeheartedly against people writing uderage characters having sex with adults and this makes me incredibly uncomfortable. i am, however, fine with writing murder / torture as long as it doesn't pertain to sexual shit if that makes any sense. and i've actually written villains in the past! a few prime examples being perfect cell from dbz and professor hojo from ff7. with that being said ... ... ... ... ...

as long as you acknowledge that your villainous muses have done / are doing horrendous deeds that's all i ask for. for instance, if you're roleplaying as ... say ... kai leng from mass effect 3 who is a widely known xenophobe and is a sexist and you acknowledge that he's both then that's fine. all i ask is for you to not condone what he does. i'm fine with you roleplaying him as being a xenophobe, a sexist, and a murderer just as long as you, yourself, don't condone / agree with his views.

this is where the mun =/= muse rule comes into play for us. by people stating "hey. i'm not a mass murderer like my muse is and i don't condone what he does. i just find him to be an interesting character." lets us know that you're a pretty chill person and that you know the differences between right and wrong. it's when you refuse to acknowledge these problematic behaviors that makes many of us uncomfortable.

i just have strong opinions on pro-shippers is all for they make me extremely uncomfortable. i will work on trying to phrase that a lot better here soon so that nobody else will get confused. but thanks again for sending in this ask! i greatly appreciate it and hope this answered your questions!

#out of wings 》》》 mundane #anonymous #i also have strong opinions on PURITY CULTURE and find such thing to absolutely stupid.#villains exist for a reason as do problematic characters as a whole.

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ittakesrain · 2 years

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Things on my mind:

Did I have enough patience with my nephew this weekend? Kids are hard!! I wanna make sure I’m taking good care of him when I’m with him but there are so many factors that go into raising a healthy happy safe human who’s gonna thrive (while also teaching them to be good and share and listen). I’m learning about it as best as I can. I hope he’s okay with how I’m doing!!

My moods are fine but my lack of bipolar episode after being off my meds for a week is confusing to me. I feel dumb even bringing it up (and not simply jumping with joy) but it’s making me question myself (which I already have issues with thanks to my bpd lol). Strange. Best not to overthink but I wanna ask my therapist about it again. (She said I had started to go a little low and the lack of lithium brought me UP but to baseline…it’s possible but I’m unsure lol)

I got engaged almost a year ago and haven’t really planning the wedding at all. I know that’s ANOTHER STUPID THING ABOUT ME but I couldn’t be bothered. And I want Andrew to helppppp with it. I mean we’re both unmotivated and for lack of a better word lazy, but why is it onlyyyyy MY fault that we have no plans?

Related to lack of drive, I still need a damn real job. I need to figure that out asap but quite frankly I am afraid to get a job that’s gonna immediately make me suicidal again. Bc capitalism works on me in such a way as to affect my mood which affects every aspect of my survival. It sounds dramatic when I phrase it that way but the way the world works isn’t set up in a way for me to thrive. And I’m allowed to mourn the life that could have been in another setting. I’m allowed to be pissed that we have to work damn hard for unappreciative bosses and companies and systems.

We went to the diner today before my sister and her family left to go home and the waitress was super scattered and all over the place. My was was kinder than he normally would be about it (I think I’ve finally got it through his head that customer service employees have it harder than he realizes) but he still commented on her scattered ness. And I said I was you to imagine ME and everything you know about me, and tell me that’s not exactly how you imagine I would be working in a busy diner. Like, I think he got it but it’s still weird that he doesn’t get where I come from a lot of times.

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jonathankatwhatever · 2 years

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Hi. I am honestly unsure what to type because the most powerful visions of AMT was the repetition of B and M, which are the same movement except B draws the axis line, and my middle name is Mitchell, which is Michelle (branching to Michele, etc.), and I saw the words Mitches and Bitches, which means that if you read across to the right, you read the real of Bitches and the imaginary Ghost of Mitches, just as if you read down and to the right, then you read Mitches as real and the imaginary Ghost is Bitches.

There was a ton of this substitution going on. I’m a substitute for another guy. I look pretty tall but my heels are high. You know, the interlocking of labels. As in, George becomes George Albert which becomes Al, which becomes Alli (or Ally), which crosses over. Mitchell is Michelle or Me-chelle. Or Mick and Mickey. Or Mish, which led into some dirty jokes including being in love heels over head, which is a permissible inversion of the idea. That is the phrase head over heels means a tumbling, meaning the process of tumbling, but heels over head visualizes the existence within that process which is most unlike the normal, un-love state. And it works even better as a dirty joke connector because that puts the head at the genitals, and that then visually transforms with a fold into Mish heels over head.

This related to a wonderful experience where your face became an Ancient Greek image of the male mask, the one that, when abstracted looks like a mask of the face. And that fit a heart-shaped face to the male face, and then I saw the female face becoming oval, and her face sitting in the male mask face, and I understood that this was the image of the egg inside the woman as being ‘contained’ within the male sac, meaning the testicle, thus putting the essence of the woman into the man. That’s one of the deepest myth level understandings we’ve reached. Is it Minoan? It’s really old. And really primitive. It almost is the essence of a primitive, isn’t it? I mean, how much more non-verbal can it get? This takes the ideas learned from raising animals and attributes them to humans so we see the traits combine of female and male. That is, the same attachment process - which manifests Attachment Theory (ta-da!) - as with the names in and out of Storyline.

This substitution is End Around. That is, you can’t cross directly from side to side, just like you can’t leap over intermediate stages in evolution, because the functions have to be continuous. Functions not function, means the various families of functions that generate the threads that manifest in permutations within the space, where ‘space’ means 1-0Space, which means that a simple circle to a reasonable precision has billions of iterations within it that count across billions of grid squares. This gets me back to the way we phrased ‘choice’ in an older version of this work, that it was like choosing a stone, where the context of choice determines the selection. Now, we can see that you don’t need billions of grid squares to make each choice, but that they are in the choice. That is, you don’t evaluate everything because the context structure continually narrows them to the basic decisions that we can comprehend. That CM100 tipping sits in the background as we run across various threads that pull and push us along in the patterns of our lives, both short and long.

Have to get in the shower. Two turkeys just showed up. I’m confused: are there 5? They really are nearly impossible to tell apart until they’re older.

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