#I don't need to know the details or be exposed to them anymore than I am by naturally drifting through the space

[watchingroger]

when you google something that was mentioned online and it turns out to be... not good

#Roger Allam #Charlie Baxter #The Creatives #reaction GIFs #GIF #someone commented on a Roger vid and yeah... #I'm used to people comparing him to Christopher Hitchens #enthusiastically #which yeah of course #there's a resemblance #but this was someone I'd never heard of #so I looked them up #and I wish I hadn't #like fuck #I know the internet is full of these weirdos #I don't need to know the details or be exposed to them anymore than I am by naturally drifting through the space #I'm just here to listen to a guy swearing in a nice voice #I like to admire his hair #I enjoy some shakespeare and some human suffering and a lot of innuendo #it's fun #I don't need anyone offering me red pills #or teaching me the secrets of how to win at human interaction #just don't

[anisespice]

hi uhhhhhhhhhhhh can i request the tokyo revengers characters walking in on the reader changing u dont have to do it if ur not comfortable sorryyyy

no discomfort here, anon! pretty tame request actually lol not sure if you wanted it this…detailed BUT thank you for your patience and for requesting - hope you enjoy <3333

pairing: college!tr x fem!reader

warnings: mature language, MDI. mentions of sex, dirty-talk, vulgar language, name-calling (pervert, baby, sweetheart, bitch, etc.), them literally being obsessed with you lol and i think that’s it — feel free to let me know if i missed anything :))))

notes: special thanks to @melanatedkink as always for her help <3333 and figured this format would be a lot more fun than trying to come up with several elaborate scenarios lol hope you guys enjoy!

tagged: @fantasycantasy , @spacegirl05

They were waiting in your living room for what felt like HOURS (of which was only a few minutes) for you to get ready, eager to spend the evening with you. A little too eager. Without much thought, they marched straight to your bedroom and came right in. The sight before them wasn’t something they were expecting, but their reactions were for the books.

Delinquent.exe stopped working. His grip around the doorknob became so strong, you’d think he’d rip it right off the wood. Didn’t matter where his eyes landed, you were EXPOSED as the day you were born. And to make matters embarrassingly worse, his pants immediately grew tighter at the mere sight of you. You jump, obviously startled by his sudden presence, and shriek at him in protest. He's still standing there, borderline beatboxing as he fights between apologizing profoundly and gassing you up. 

When CHIFUYU opened the door right as you bent over, facing away as you slipped on a fresh pair of underwear, your entire pussy greeting him was definitely not on his agenda for tonight. The noise he let out was between a choke and a squeak as he practically shoved his fist in his mouth, eyes wide as his face flushed vermillion. It didn’t help when his dick began to salute you, hands quickly reaching down to adjust his body’s ‘not-so-subtle’ response to the display. With a yelp, you tugged the skimpy garment all the way up in startlement, peeking over your shoulder as you shielded your bare upper half. You didn’t even need to scold him, Chifuyu beat you to it as he stuttered over himself, stuck between hiding his erection and reaching for the door as he tap-danced around the situation. God, the image was singed into his brain, he swore he could see it every time he blinked. 

You couldn't even be mad, his stammering too amusing to even hold a frown anymore. Not to mention, the evident tent in his pants he so poorly tried to conceal; he looked so pitiful, how could you not fuck him out of his misery? But, don't forget to make him squirm for it.

" P-please...please, baby, I can't...I can't take it a-anymor-Oh!"

You took your sweet time sliding all the way down his throbbing length, pussy fluttering around him in pulses that nearly drove him up the wall, back arching as he whimpered distressingly. His knuckles were bone white from how harshly he gripped the sheets, teeth clamped down on his lower lip as he fought the urge to buck upward, not wanting to piss you off—You absolutely would leave him high and dry if he disobeyed your instructions to hold still.

"Tsk. Perverts like you should be grateful I'm even letting you near my pussy. Maybe next time you'll knock before barging in on someone changing."

He pouted at the dig, "...said I was sorry..."

"I know you are, 'Fuyu. But, sorry's not gonna cut it this time. Now be a good boy, and take what I give you."

[ also could be: SHINICHIRO, KAZUTORA, SOUYA ]

Immediately slams the door shut. Tries to play it cool, acting nonchalantly as he softly apologizes from the other side. Contemplates his next move when he goes back to the couch, set on not speaking to you for the rest of the year out of shame. Luckily, you made it known he had nothing to be ashamed of.

“Shit-!” was the only indication you had of the door even opening, just getting done with sticking your head through the shirt hole as you caught it being slammed shut at the very last second. Your simmering guest stood on the other side, struggling to ground himself from seeing your bare tits all in their glory. Rubbing the front of his face with a groan, RINDOU had half of mind to just walk the fuck home and save himself the humiliation. The door was closed, for fuck sake! A clear sign that you weren’t…decent. Blaming it on living with Ran all his life, with knocking being a rarity, the walking mullet exhaled deeply before heading back to the living room, sitting patiently on the couch this time.

He'd properly apologize once you came out.

After a few more minutes, you eventually did. However, the expression on your face was far from what he anticipated. You looked... smug? Despite his look of indifference, you could tell how flustered he actually was. With a raised brow, Rindou defensively gave a sharp, “What?” as you continued to scrutinize him.

He half expected for you to call him an idiot, and lecture him on the importance of knocking. But, when you merely lifted your shirt up by the hem to expose your bare chest, borderline forcing him to look this time, Rindou ‘bout busted right then and there in his pants like a goddamn virgin.

With a playful pout, you replied. “Don’t you want a closer look?”

Hell yes.

Doesn’t get any closer than having you pinned down to the couch, your shirt discarded elsewhere as he sucked on your little nubs ‘til they were raw, blowing cool air on them to illicit more delicious sounds from your kiss-bitten lips. Both of his hands multitasked between fondling the squishy mounds and playing with your weeping cunt as Rin stretched you around three of his fingers, dead set on getting you ready to take his dick whole. Probably shouldn’t have teased him like that; he finna ruin you for anyone else.

“Was trynna be respectful ‘n shit, sweetheart…not anymore.”

[ also could be: BAJI, MITSUYA, KAKUCHO ]

Isn’t phased at all, if anything he’d continue standing there and give himself an eye full. You can yell at him, throw things, hide, it didn’t matter—You’ve been keeping him waiting, might as well reward him for his patience thus far. 

“Oo, lookie what we have here.~”

It would be a lie to say he wasn’t hoping for this outcome when he entered your room, unannounced. A good couple of minutes had gone by while HANMA stood in the doorway, greedy eyes soaking up your naked, unsuspecting form until he eventually made his presence known with a low whistle. You squawked out various expletives, quickly ducking to crouch by your bed in order to hide yourself from the Peeping Tom.

“Ohmygod! Shuji, get the hell out!”

“Mmm...nah, don’t think I will. Kinda like the view from where I’m standing.” He all but giggled, too pleased with how flustered you were; how cute.

You seethed, face practically on broil as you started throwing anything and everything to make him leave—A slipper, the tv remote, a stuffed animal, even some of your discarded clothes. Not your best idea…especially when you accidentally tossed your underwear. Of course he’d dodge everything else, but that. The golden eyed devil caught it with ease, the hand marked ‘Sin’ holding up the flimsy garment wearing a crooked grin as he dangled it in front of his face; taunting you.

“Give it.” With as much sternness you could muster from your pitiful position, you held out a hand expecting him to relent. Of course, he doesn’t. Hanma snickered.

“You want ‘em? Come get ‘em, doll.”

It would be a lie to say he wasn’t hoping for this outcome when he entered your room, unannounced. With your face buried in the sheets, a hand marked ‘Punishment’ pushing your back into a deeper arch while he fucked you from behind with the vigor of an animal in heat, Hanma thought he’d won the lottery. The way your pussy practically drooled around his girth with every hard thrust he gave you, your arousal smeared all over his abdomen and even dripping down his thighs, it was a wonder why he never thought to walk in on you sooner.

Even if you still bitched for the knocking, or lack thereof, he knew you weren’t too upset at him—Not with the way you were sucking him back in so eagerly.

“Ah!~ s-so…s’ deep in me, Shu..! N-Ne—Mm! Need you t’ slow down..!” You reached back to push at his hips, your weak attempt futile as he merely held your wrist behind your back. Hanma laughed, angling his thrusts upward to hook your sweet spot just to spite your desperate pleas.

“Had me waitin’ out there forever, [______]. Slow is the last thing I’m gonna do to you. Next time…lock the door.”

[ also could be: MIKEY, NAHOYA, RAN ]

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#🍁wasabi #🍁allspice #tokyorev #tokyorev smut #tokyorev x reader #tokyo revengers #tr smut #tokyo rev #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x you #chifuyu #rindou #hanma

[ultimateluckystudent-writes]

Dangonronpa korekiyo, nekomaru, nagito, kokichii, and gundam, and fuyuhiko with someone who reads erotic books like at first they try and hide it like throwing the book under their bed or hiding it and they have A LOT of those kinds of books but they have a lock on their closet but when they find out they dont care anymore and just bring it everywhere and sometimes read out loud on accident and detail?

Better late than never I hope?

Anyways, this one just cracked me up!! I uh. Let's say I relate-

I only did Nagito, Kokichi, Gundham and Fuyuhiko for now! Perhaps I'll do more soon.

Mod Usami/Bunny

Rating: Mature

NAGITO:

-Honestly, he's curious when he sees or finds out about the locks and mega privacy you have!

-He doesn't push your boundaries at all, or try to snoop, but he's always wondering what secrets he has left to uncover about you...

-Maybe it's his luck or your forgetfulness that leads him to finding out, but sooner or later he's holding one of your books and flipping through it

-He doesn't look surprised or disgusted or even confused, he just turns kind of red

-'Oh, is... this the kind of stuff you're into?' He'd laugh awkwardly. 'You've no need to be embarrassed! It's really only natural-'

-You, uh, might wanna shut him up before he says something that really embarrasses you. If you're having sex he definitely offers to perform an act he read about

-He doesn't really feel a ton of shame about this sort of thing, so when you bring it out in public, he only laughs and humors you

-He would even voice act if you'd goaded him into, but I don't think he'd do it well, or without laughing a bit and feeling bad about it

-He's glad his luck has brought you two closer!

FUYUHIKO:

-He's not the type to be opposed to keeping secrets... He knows well that some can be good in a relationship.

-Even if your everything is locked he doesn't really bat an eye. He's definitely interested but he's of the mind that if he doesn't know, he doesn't need to know, and if he needs to know, he'll find out eventually anyways

-When he finds out, hes more flustered than he'd like to admit. Sure, he's been exposed to violence for a while but not a ton of sex!

-'What the hell?! You're into those dirty mags the old guys I work with are?!'

-He doesn't think its that big a deal once he gets over the initial shock about the size of the collection and does his best to forget until you bring it in up or into public

-It definitely embarrasses him and he might walk away the first couple of times if he knew you wouldn't take it too hard-

-At the end of the day though he's extremely loyal and puts up with it very begrudgingly and he might even get used to it if you didn't budge

-Well. he gets used to it until you start throwing in moans and then he's right back to square one of embarrassment

GUNDHAM:

-Seems decently... sheltered

-When he sees the locks he's like that old meme. 'Alright then, keep your secrets'

-"Ah, my dark liege has a chest full of ritual objects! I mustn't disturb it." He never mentions it again.

-You'd have to be the one to slip up or show him on purpose

-He blushes REALLY hard when he finally realizes what they are. If he was holding them he probably drops them

-"What kind of sorcery-"

-If he found it he'd probably assume someone put it with your stuff as 'a twisted sort of deceptive revenge... be careful my dark liege!'

-if you started reading it in public he'd probably begin to speak very loudly about his magic or animals so that no one would hear you to cover you

-if you were doing it to tease him he wouldn't realize. He just thinks you have your interests and they're... strange to him

-if you admitted you were doing it to tease him he would probably be so flustered he would just hide in his scarf

KOKICHI:

-oh this fucking rat

-Locked closet? He's doing everything in his little rat bastard power to get in. lockpics. bribery. pleading. the silent treatment. breaking it. asking your friends where the key is. searching your room for it. at one point you swear you left him for a second in your room and he was gnawing at it-

-Kokichi's quite upset you'd keep this from your leader!

-When he inevitably gets his terrible hands on them he's DELIGHTED

-he'd HOPED it be something as embarrassing as this and maybe for a second you ARE super duper embarrassed

-"So this is the perverted stuff you're into? Maybe I should have pegged you for it a long time ago-"

-He absolutely makes fun of you ruthlessly for it. Even in public. Especially in public.

-He loves the game where he runs around and you try to fucking tackle him to keep his damn mouth shut-

-Eventually when you start carrying them around, he just gets worse

-But its only for a little bit- you start having less and less reaction and soon you even read them out loud to him to get his reaction

-kokichi's never one to turn down a bluffing competition

-soon you're reading them together everywhere- on the train, at lunch if you're in school, on dates sometimes, anywhere to try to get the other one to back down. If you're the type, you absolutely both throw moans into it

-he still teases you for being a 'perv', but he's the one who got you two kicked out for public indecency about it-

#nagito komaeda #kokichi oma #gundham tanaka #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #danganronpa #nagito x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #gundham x reader #kokichi x reader #fuyuhiko x reader #bunnywrites

[vampkillr]

Change — Dick Grayson

m! reader — 1k words — this could be considered a prequel to memories, i really liked the concept of the fic so i just did something with the idea of it — PLEASE like or rb my interaction has been so low i'm sorry for not posting it just gets like that sometimes.

My entire body felt heavy, but my bones felt hollow. Muscles tense and so tight that even breathing shot an ache that radiated through to my skin. I knew better than to clean the house without him, but he had been gone for a week and things were starting to get cluttered. I needed to get up and to go to work, but my joints were so stiff and body so fatigued it didn't look like I'd be out of bed for the next few hours. I needed to call in.

The bed dipped beside me. "Hey," Dick's voice a mere whisper as he kissed my back. "you okay?" I hummed twice, the tune of a no. "Just stiff, or—"

"Worked myself a little too hard yesterday." I could feel his body press against mine, arm wrapping gently around my waist. "Touching doesn't hurt." With my words he held me tighter and allowed the weight of his arm to fully rest against me. "Missed you." My voice nothing more than a whisper.

He had been gone for longer than he's ever been. "I missed you, too..." His answer was just as quiet. We laid there for a while. Feeling him against me, hearing his breathing— it lulled me back to sleep. It was restless, though. The amount of pain I was in kept me on the brink of consciousness, and every small fidget or deep breath from him would pull me back to the real world. I didn't know how long I let it go on for— teetering between two worlds— but it was long enough to bore me completely.

"Can you reach for my phone?" He groaned, still half asleep. Shifting slightly behind me and sighing. I could hear the sound of buttons being pressed, and next thing I knew, my cold phone was being laid against my ear. The brazen voice of my boss was enough to make me wince, but I pushed through. "I don't feel too good right now, hand any emergent surgeries off to Jameson and push back my electives a couple hours. I'll be in for a night shift." There was silence for a minute, typing— a small 'alright' and he hung up. "You can put it up now." He put it away and sat up.

"Can I undress you?" As painful as moving was, I turned to glare at him. "Not for that," The sound of his laughter always seemed to make the world a little brighter around me. "I'm gonna help you relax, okay?" I hummed and sat up, the stretch and strain in my back pulling so violently against each other that the burn spread itself up into my neck.

"Sounds kinda like you're undressing me for that." He laughed a bit, raising my arms and taking my shirt off. I ignored the stab to my shoulders and laid back down, enjoying our position. Exposed under him, his eyes worshiping me. "Not that I'd exactly mind.." I trailed off, taking note of the slight smirk he tried to hide.

"You're hurting," Empathy lacing his tone. "let me see if I can't make you feel a little better first, okay?" Gentle words that soothed me as his fingers traced my sides. "Let me take care of you." His hands moved to the muscle below my collarbone, the pressure burning as he rubbed the tightness away. "Flip over." I turned over on my stomach. "Thank you, honey."

He worked my muscles with a skill completely unmatched by anyone I've ever met. Pushing and pressing and rubbing in all of the spots that killed me every morning as I woke up. Moving in every direction I needed him to, soothing my burning nerves. "Hey," he hummed in response. "it's better than it was." I didn't want him to stop, but he didn't have to keep going if he didn't want to.

"That's good," He kept rubbing out knots that I was so used to that I didn't notice them anymore. "but you're tense. Let me help you." I took a deep breath and turned on my back, watching his face. I wasn't looking for anything in particular, just focusing on every little detail. He looked tired, but content nonetheless. The small tug at the edge of his lips as he touched me— it was something I knew he never noticed. But I did. And it made me heart beat just a little faster every time I saw it.

I was so in love with him it hurt. These little moments where all we had to focus on was each other; I savored them. I don't know what I'd do without him. I didn't want to have to find out. “I just want to be in your arms for a little,” I whispered, and immediately he laid next to me. I rested my head on his chest and sighed as he wrapped his arms around me.

“You've gotta stop that, baby.” He knew my thoughts. It's become a pattern. Every sweet moment ruined by the thought that I wasn't guaranteed another one. “I'm not going anywhere.” His reassurance meant very little to me. I've seen him beaten beyond recognition. I've had to set broken bones and stitch wounds. I have cracked his ribs preforming CPR. Every time he'd come to me like that was just a bit more traumatic than the last.

“You say that...” I whispered, my fingers reaching underneath his shirt to graze against his scars. Knowing exactly where each of them were and what they were from. “I just don't want to lose you.” Dick would kill himself doing the right thing. I could feel it. Somewhere, right at the back of my mind. It was a bone chilling piece of knowledge. Always there, whispering itself into my thoughts. It was just a matter of when.

“I don't wanna lose you, either.” His voice just as low and sad as mine was. He had that voice in the back of his head, too— and I'm sure it's been getting louder. Something needed to change. Before it was too late. Before we really did lose each other.

it feels like people stopped reading my stuff and it makes me feel bad because no one really communicates with me on here, my inbox has been empty for months. if my fics aren't what you'd like please request something i'm always open for ideas

#nightwing #dick grayson x male reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #nightwing x you #nightwing x male reader #nightwing x reader #fanfiction #ao3 #writing #x male reader #male reader #batman fanfiction #dick grayson x ftm reader #nightwing x ftm reader

[rin-and-jade]

Okay, so we've tried several times to write an ask, and each time we just..stop ?? So this time instead of explaining in detail n shit and saying how much we're sorry if this isn't appropriate to ask, I'm just gonna write :/

So, we're kind of stuck, in the sense that idk if I'm/we're(both pronouns feel wrong lol) a system anymore and,wdk what to do about it.

Because basically 5-6 years ago, when we were around 10(i think, but at this point i only know the story through the "telephone" of our retellings) our brain tried to just.. get rid of most of the DID. I'm not even ducking kidding, i think it tried to lower barriers and smush most of us together, to the best of it's ability. From what I've gathered, it planned on shoving all our trauma deep down in the innerworlds, and hiding them from the main kid. Like, getting rid of thousands of fragments, banking them in little crevices of our brain etc.

That procedure was supposed to make it so the main kid could have more of their life for them- without access or even knowledge of the sheer size of the abyss and pain in background, and thus being less affected by it till they were old enough to deal with it. Idk how to explain really, especially since i myself barely understand.

In any case, it went wrong. I don't know why much, as our memory has increasingly deteriorated since to the point i have nearly no knowledge left. I'm not sure even all that ever happened, because maybe I'm just inventing stuff and creating a story were there is none, and I'm scared that what i know isn't real and just my imagination or smth

And what's left is..me i guess. I kinda feel like a fragment in the sense that i have limited consciousness and just..person-space(if that makes sense ?) I'm not sure if I'm several people, one person, an eldritch entity of kinda seperate kinda not glued together entities.

Idek what i want to be. I want to be a full person, that's for sure, but other than that ? Idk. I'm lost, I'm a mix of tons of different opinions and vague, weak, feelings, and flashes of blurry memories and desires that don't belong to me.

So.. i know you probably can't help, but do you have.. any idea on what I could do ? Or if others have been in similar situations and if it got better ?

This is a very long ask x knows, and it's desperate, and you aren't our/my psychs so I shouldn't just dump this and hope you have answers, and I'm so sorry if this isn't appropriate to ask, but yeah.

I'm sorry.

Dissociative disorders do the job, but not perfectly, what you're explaining from the words of "nearly no knowledge left" sounds like retrograde amnesia, where it is near to impossible to remember anything from the past.

I also get a bit on what you mean with not knowing who you are,, that is usually close to a blurry moment? Because everything feels jumbled, its not clear, it is hard to discern wether there's multiple or not, etc. That could sound like it;

Have you been exposed to stress? Especially long term? Has anything awful been happening? Many factors can affect memory and recognizing who you are that can stem from basic needs that are neglected like sleep or rest if you're working for long periods, or deficiencies on vitamins/minerals/nutrition because they also play a part on fending off brain fog which can cause many issues like memory recall or trouble focusing,, or it can be to even deeper issues like stress as i said before, or if it is related to trauma, or any sustained physical injuries but it could be anything really.

Im guessing this is something that didn't happen in such a short time, but i do can give you some stuffs to do for starters:

Write down everything you can notice those feelings, those lingering sense of identity, or vibes, or thoughts, they are truly jumbled and it helps you organize and recognize your situation better if you have a physical record of what you're experiencing

Find the cause of problem If you can, try digging up anything you can find that could be the culprit, maybe before things get too foggy to remember that could serve as clues, and by checking with your current health (physically and mentally and emotionally) and see what could be fixed.

For sense of fulfillment It is overwhelming to know which or where you have to start from if you want to learn more of yourself, while you can do number 1 to jot down things you don't align with, this also gives you some ideas on what could be yours. Start somewhere small, like, how you like your daily morning, or preference in eating food, or the colors you think it looks cool.

It would also be great if you can leave out the tiniest bit of context next time, so my answers for now are rather vague and less pinpointed/specific. Though atleast still can suffice as a starting point to tackle your issues.

You can contact me anytime via ask box or DMs, let's see how things go for you okay?

- j

#did #actually did #did community #did osdd #did system #dissociative identity disorder #janswersask

[ephemeral--dreams]

Something Interesting. (4)

Dottore/Reader

Rating: T

Word count: 1112

Warnings: Dottore is his own warning, reader also starting to be deranged wow 

Notes: (Dottore voice) I can make you worse, but also better

( part 3 )

☆ ☾ ☆ ──────────────────

It's on a rare occasion when Dottore runs his tests on anyone else, because it is far more convenient to do it with you. When he does, it's usually a traitor, or someone who needs to be punished. Committing any sort of betrayal against the Fatui is a grave offense, after all. And Dottore's probably the worst one to deal out consequences. You know better than most exactly what he's capable of. 

Honestly, if it was someone innocent, even you would feel some sympathy. But considering that it's not, watching as he makes them scream and cry doesn't affect you all that much. You're more interested in him than the person he's working on. It's interesting, how detached he seems when he gets his hands on anyone but you. It reminds you of how he'd once been, back when you'd first come here. Clinical, chilly, cruel. Even like this you feel drawn to him. 

You like watching him as much as he likes watching you, it seems. 

It's not until a couple years in that you take a more active role in any of it. That you drift closer instead of staying back, that you assist him with his tools and parts and vials and whatever he's using on his victim. 

…Victim. It's an interesting word. You're often in this same position on the table, but you don't think of yourself that way.

It's a matter of context, you suppose.

Sometimes they think they can reason with you more than they can with Dottore. It's almost funny. As if you'd possibly let someone free from Dottore's clutches. No one ends up in this lab anymore unless they deserve to be here. Thus they deserve whatever happens to them. You have little love left for humanity and no interest in the pleadings of traitors. They won't find help from you.

No, you're more than content to stand by and take in Dottore from a perspective you rarely see him in. 

"You're a mess," You tell him, fingers wiping away the blood on the exposed part of his face. Not another thought is spared to the body dead lying next to you. 

"Perhaps. Yet you don't seem to mind," He smiles, lingering for a moment before shifting away. "I must clean up here. You're free to leave."

"...I'll stay until you're done."

"Do as you will."

☆

"Come on an errand with me."

It is an interesting request. You don't exactly… Leave the palace. Not that you couldn't. But what purpose do you have out there? Anything you want or need is provided here. If it wasn't here, Dottore would get it for you. He himself often spends most of his time in the lab, too. He utilizes his segments for the majority of things that require outside contact or resources, so it comes as even more of a surprise for him to ask this.

You weren't opposed to it, though. If he wanted you to accompany him…

"If you insist."

So you dig out your little-used coat, and allow him to drag you along as he goes about his business. And the next time he went out. And the next. 

There was always something bracing about the cold. Even though you'd grown up in Snezhnaya, it was so terribly icy here that there was no getting used to it, especially when you almost never left the heated interior of the palace. 

Long story short, it is a shock to your system. You would think having a pyro vision would make you run warm enough to fend off the chill, but that isn't the case.

Today's outing is a particularly long one. He's stopped at a few different places and had conversations you only half-listen in to. It doesn't matter if you pay attention, he'll probably discuss (ramble about) the details of it all later. What's important is that you're freezing. You wonder when he'll be done. 

Two hands reach out to cup your cheeks. You startle out of your thoughts, looking up at the culprit. He's doing that thing again, where he's careful and attentive in a way that has nothing to do with research. You still don't understand it. "Hm. I don't wish to deal with you dying from hypothermia today…"

You want to say that it doesn't matter, that you've already died from that very thing more than once, what's another time? But you're entirely too caught up in the intensity of his full attention on you.

"Y-you don't need to worry about that. I'm perfectly fine," If nothing else, your face is certainly heating up under his touch. Which doesn't escape his notice.

"If say we should test out alternative methods of warming you up, but we don't have time for that. Let us take a quick break indoors."

…You'd call that flirting if you didn't think it was just Dottore being Dottore.

☆

The cafe you enter is mostly empty. You take a table in the corner and let Dottore take care of things. Your hands wrap around the cup of tea. It's strikingly similar to…

"There seems to be something on your mind."

"...Mm. It just reminds me of when we met," What happened before the event, rather. All the awful things that led you to him. You don't think about it often anymore, but sitting here across from him like this… 

"Yes, what about it? In a reminiscent mood?" You can feel his gaze focused on you, despite his mask covering it. Dottore is more than perceptive enough to pick up on your moods by now. The only question is whether he intends to pry. "Tell me what the issue is."

Of course he's going to pry. Why wouldn't he? He wants to know everything. Always. "I shouldn't have to tell you I went through a lot out here. You know that much."

There's a long moment of pause between you. You sip your tea. This is not the sort of conversation the two of you have. You run from the past, and he focuses on the future. That's how it has always been. It is a topic that has never been broached, and his lack of response leaves you feeling unsettled.

Finally—

"I'm aware. It is irrelevant. None of that has any importance now that you're with me," He settles your concerns as easily as that, waving them away as if they no longer matter. And he is right. They don't. Nothing is the way it used to be, and it never will be again. You shouldn't waste time thinking about it. Being under his care should remove any problems you once had. Hasn't he proven that?

"...Maybe you're right."

"I'm always right. You should know that at this point, dear."

You kill off whatever is left of your most unpleasant thoughts, and instead allow yourself to be swept back into Dottore's pace. 

#Dottore x reader #il dottore x reader #genshin impact x reader #Story unfolding

[softxsuki]

hello! happy valentine's day! if it's okay, could i please ask for a letter from mitsuya takashi, from tokyo revengers?

𑣲reader’s gender: neutral.

𑣲pet name: my muse.

𑣲relationship status: crush confessing to reader.

𑣲letter's tone: love confession, adoration.

𑣲genre: fluff, friends to lovers, unintentional confession.

𑣲location: mitsuya wrote the letter just to put his feelings into words and didn't plan to actually give it to the reader, but his little sisters took the matter into their own hands and made sure the reader read it.

𑣲about me: i'm 18; i want to be a confectioner; i have a pet chinchila; i'm lazy, kind, observant, sharp, impatient, introverted, honest, bold, quiet, easily distracted and creative; my hobbies are: singing, stargazing, shopping, baking, cooking, reading and fighting. curiosities: i have a big family (that i love); i'm terrible at most sports and i strongly dislike competitions; my best subjects are art and languages and worst are math and physics; i have no social skills but i still manage it well; i'm into fashion and design; i don't have any social media other than tumblr; i never use makeup, do my hair or my nails because i don't know how to do it.

𑣲details: his sisters and the reader are close as well; the reader writes a letter to mitsuya, confessing their feelings and has it delivered to him by his sisters.

take care and thank you in advance!!

Mitsuya’s Confession Letter To His Friend

Valentine’s Day Letter Event Pt.2 (CLOSED)

Pairing: Mitsuya x Gn!Reader

Warnings: none

Genre: Fluff, Friends to lovers

Post-Type: Letter

Word Count: 970

Summary: In which Mitsuya’s little sisters bring you a letter he wrote for you, but wasn’t meant to actually be given to you lol

[A/N: Hi hun, thanks for participating in my event! I decided to just include Mitsuya’s letter to you since I don’t know what you would personally want to say to Mitsuya yourself in a letter and this event is just letters from your favs to you guys. I hope that okay! Hopefully you enjoy! Happy Valentine’s Day!]

“Y/N Y/N Y/N!” The shrill squeals of Mitsuya’s little sisters greet you as you arrive at his place.

Mitsuya had greeted you quickly at the door with a hug, leaving for an urgent gang meeting. He had called you over to watch over his sisters so he didn't have to leave them home alone since his mother was at work and you of course agreed.

“Hi girls!” you pick them up in a hug, your heart melting at their cuteness.

Mana and Luna exchange a knowing look between each other. Little did you know they had been doing a little scheming behind the scenes. They knew their brother was hopelessly in love with you, it was obvious even for them as children, they had no idea why you didn’t see it either. As official Y/N supporters, they needed to make sure you became their in-law so they kept an eye on Mitsuya. Trying to get any tiny piece of evidence to expose his feelings for you since he didn’t want to burden you with his feelings himself.

And last night, they were successful as they read through a letter their brother had written to you, knowing full well he’d never actually give it to you. They took it and hid it for this very moment.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” They say in unison, handing you a letter.

“For me?” You ask, surprised.

“Mhm, It’s from Mitsuya,” they giggle again and run off, leaving you to read in peace.

The mention of his name makes you catch your breath. You could hardly compose yourself outside when he greeted you. You were practically shaking with nerves as he pulled you into a hug.

You open the letter, beginning to read hesitantly;

To My Muse,

I don’t think you even realize that you are my muse. You inspire me to do so much, or maybe it’s the feelings that burn up within me whenever I think about you. Not to mention how intense those feelings grow when I see you face to face. I can’t take it anymore…

Y/N, I love you. I’ve loved you for sometime now and tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. I need to just get these words out of my heart since I can’t say them to you–it’s too risky. I can’t lose you, not now, not ever. So here it goes;

I love how well you get along with Mana and Luna, they really love you as well. I love how kind you are to everyone you meet; you can be quiet at times, but even that is beautiful. They way you observe everyone silently, as if you’re trying to unwrap the secrets of their life without ever even speaking to them. You’re amazing, you know?

Your creativity surprises my own. I love that we have something in common when it comes to fashion design, but even if you weren’t interested in it, I think I’d find myself wanting to love something you love doing just so we have that similarity. I love you so much it’s driving me almost insane. You have no idea how badly I wish I could hold you in my arms tomorrow, kiss you, and just have you be mine.

If we were a couple tomorrow, I’d definitely plan a romantic date for us. Maybe a picnic at a park where we’d stay until the sun sets, staying even after that to watch the stars sparkle above us…If only.

As long as you’re happy, that’s fine with me, even if it means not having me in your life romantically. I’ll always be here for you.

Longing for you always,

Takashi Mitsuya.xx

“Sorry, I forgot something!” Mitsuya rushes back in, almost knocking you over as he bursts through the door suddenly.

Your mouth was hung open, your heart about to pop out of your chest from reading his words for you, but also from his sudden appearance.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, worry etched on his features.

“You idiot! Why didn’t you want me to see this?” You blurt out, holding the letter out to him.

His face instantly pales, “Where did you get that from?”

“You sisters gave it to me…”

He sighs, knowing how mischievous his sisters could be.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I-”

“I love you too,” you stop him from apologizing, feeling like you were gonna pass out from the sudden surge of bravery you got.

“I- What? Really?”

You nod as he stares at you in shock, but then a smile breaks through.

“Guess I was worried for nothing then,” he laughs, meeting your eyes.

“I guess so…” you were feeling a little awkward now. You weren’t used to being so bold, especially not with your friend who you just found out likes you back.

“Look, I really need to go. I’m already late and Mikey is going to kill me if I’m any later. But hey, we’ll finish talking about this when I get back, okay? Wait up for me,” he hurriedly says, looking at the time on his watch.

“Okay,” you were still in shock, not knowing what to do with your heart.

He smiles and turns to leave, but hesitates and turns around again, “I love you, I’ll see you later.”

Boom heart attack. How dare he smile at you like that and look at you with those warm eyes. How dare he love you back. Why were you suddenly so lucky?

You just gulp and nod your head, not trusting your voice at that moment.

And then he was gone. The sound of his bike fading off in the distance from him rushing away.

You were nervous to talk to him when he returned, but at the same time you couldn’t wait. This was just the beginning of your story together.

REGULAR REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

EVENT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

Posted: 2/14/2023

#tokyo revengers x reader #mitsuya x reader #tokyo rev x reader #takashi x reader #mitsuya takashi

[ianthoni]

Hi, me again, just wanna say a few things about ur last post. (Love the analysis btw)

When you are studying human non verbal communication, it's interesting to see the specific details that are hiding, but, one of the most fascinating of all, are the different actions someone do on a basic conversation, and when they feel unrelaxed.

Like you mention earlier, Ian doesn't know how to express his emotions. He's Always making Jokes when he needs to hide his feelings, u can see it in a lot of videos, never talks seriously when the question need a serious answer, it's his way to avoid things, he is a non-confrontational guy. He's not used to explore vulnerable conversations.

He needs to see outside of the room to search the appropriate words to have a better description of what he thinks, trying metaphors to explain his train of thinking, using fillers to have more time to think too.

In the video you can see changes on his way of action. First of all, when he is close to have an encounter with some topic he has really strong emotions, he starts to laugh, making the people who is watching be more comfortable by doing jokes like hand gestures or silly faces, touches his beard and hair, scratches his neck, he is nervious, shy, wants to have something covering him and don't feel so exposed, even he slowly starts to raise the notebook to the height of his head.

He makes microexpressions of surprise when Anthony wrote about Ian hurting people, like if he never anticipade that kind of comeback be on the lecture.

And when Ian finish the reading he stretches to leave all the stress behind, and when Anthony talks about the facebook chat? He rapidly closes his eyes, uncomfortable and ofc ashamed of his past actions, once again, he doesn't like confrontation and his fillers start to be more notorious. Also, he always use a lot his hands to have a little more confidence to speak (like Anthony does).

Idk, some of the things I want to aknowledged and attached to your analysis. Keep doing it please!

Edit: first of all i just wanna appreciate how smart and considered he is. He probably is aware he has some communication issues and tries to cover it by learning/adapting to other skills. Maybe he can't sooth himself but he's still thinking about the room even if it's unconscious (but i think it's not unconscious i think he tries hard) and tries to make them feel lighter. That's not only coming from him being considered tho I think he works on this skill so he can avoid talking about his feelings more. Like i feel like he always has a wall between people and him that it's hard to pass to. And there's a smiley face sticker on that wall he's trying to pass as his emotions.

Yes yes yes thanks for all the additions!!! I agree with you on everything. Especially him passing the question/emotion if it's too much for him. Hide behind a smile, trying to cover it with a joke and immediately move on from it.

And oh about the microexpressions yes. I didn't touch on that one but it was obvious he didn't like that he did it at the time. But again i think it all comes from him can't tell Anthony directly (cause Anthony was too defensive in that subject) he probably felt like his place is filled by this girl and he was jealous at the time. Now as an adult brain he probably cringes from even remembering his words from that.

And tbh i get the feeling. I had the same with a friend she was so obsessed with that walking red flag that we stopped talking at the time. She'd get so offended if I said something about him and even yell at me. But now we're talking and she's all 'yeah you were right'. Ofc it's not good talking behind Anthony but it's probably because he felt like they're not the same anymore because of that person (if he still says the same it's obv he thought that in the past) and he was more angry towards that person than Anthony himself. It was more towards him leaving Ian behind and being with that girl but Anthony was protecting that girl who's obviously bad for him and this probably made him more pissed. (Probably) but now that he's a grown man he knows these actions (especially talking shit behind him) was not something he should be proud of.

But like he said there was no way to talk to Anthony about it so it's either talking shit or closing in. And maybe after Anthony left he realized that some of his words hurt more than he intended them to be. And maybe that's why he started closing in instead of talking.

#only frann #asks and answers #also Anthony was probably having too much emotions at the time #like baby why do you remember him saying your shoes suck at 1959

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Sub Steve gooning fic fkgjgjfj any more uhhh … any more thoughts on that ….

related to this

And specifically this part of the above ask:

Steve gooning* fic where Bucky comes home from a mission with Sam to see Steve whimpering and barely able to touch his own cock, he's so sensitive. He looks so young and soft, like those rarely snapped photos of him from fresh out of the ice. Soft and hazy and a little confused. Even though he's got long hair and a beard and wedding ring on one finger...

*for reference the idea of "gooning" is essentially the solo activity of someone with a dick (gooning specifically I've only heard in reference to being a thing you do with a dick but you can do it with whatever genitals I assume, I haven't tried) edging themselves (usually via fist-fucking with lube/lotion, toys are usually not involved they could be if you wanted, I suppose 🤷‍♂️) to the point that the person jerking off goes beyond edging. It's more intense than edging. It takes a super long time to work up the state of mind- jerking off but not orgasming until the person gets to a state of spiritual connection between their mind and dick. Nothing matters but their dick and their eventual orgasm- eventual because it's such a trance that you don't entirely feel like you need it anymore.

I mean... I just am very hot over the idea of Steve being so sensitive that he gasps, whimpers, and all his muscles jerk everytime his fingertips so much as brush his cock. Acting as if he's never been touched before despite his long, detailed history with Bucky, trying everything they can whenever they were alone and horny (although, lets face it,, they were and are always horny lmao). Acting as if he's never been touched before like he's all downcast big blue eyes, trembling voice, pink freckled cheeks, angel-soft blonde hair, arms covered in goosebumps, thighs squeezed tight together because he wants to spread them but is too shy to expose himself, and all that. All delicate. When... in reality, that is not the Steve Rogers that exists when this happens. When Steve pushes himself to this head space it's because he's got all the time he can stand to himself. He's retired. Finally. It took him years and years to get there but he's there.

Retired and letting his hair grow out, dirty blonde and lengthy enough it curls around his ears and puffs up into a quaff because the closest thing to styling Steve knows is combing his hair outta his face after a shower (washing that glorious mane with 3-in-1 body wash, shampoo, and conditioner that makes Bucky itch imagining using it on himself). Retired and letting his beard do it's thing; he trims it, keeping it fairly short, but never shaves it off, so it's thick and rugged looking. Retired and keeping up with workouts to drain all the excess energy the serum gives him but saying to hell with it with eating to survive, now he's eating to live, enjoying what he's consuming and robust with it. He's got an off-season beefcake look going that turns Bucky FERAL every time he wraps his legs around Steve's waist and finds it wider, not as cut but much bigger because of it. Retired and never taking off his ring because why the hell would he? He gets why Bucky does, he's still in jeopardy of losing it on the job, but Steve isn't. So he happily develops a stark tan line on his ring finger...

So, yeah, Steve is quite the big, rugged man. Always looking like Bucky's wet dream of a farmer or lumberjack to come home to, ready to haul him up over his shoulder and carry him, kicking and squirming with delight, to bed. Planning on breaking him or the bed, whichever gives out first. Always, well, except for this one time.

This one time he comes home later than anticipated after texting Steve his approximate ETA. An estimate that was entirely wrong because the debrief for the most recent mission went a hell of a lot longer than expected. Not just the typical, oh, they took longer than expected by 15, maybe 20 minutes as usual because nothing is perfect but, like, holy shit, we just got yelled at and told we're shit at our jobs after Fury dismissed the rest of the crew, chewing us up and spitting us back out to slink away and lick our wounds for an hour. An hour after an already extra long debrief that means I'm 2... okay, fine, 2.5 *cough* or 3 *cough* hours late home.

So, Bucky is frustrated and hoping Steve is still in the cheeky mood he seemed to be in when they shot a couple texts back and forth before the debrief to blow off some steam. Somewhere in the back of his mind he feels like he deserves a treat for getting through everything- the part of him that feels like that is Steve's voice. Perhaps that better part of it. But when he calls Steve's name and gets no response... Bucky is sure that Steve is upset with him too. Not calling back on purpose.

It's not on purpose.

Not on purpose as Bucky quickly learns because when Bucky leans up against their bedroom door frame with a sigh, tugging off his still tied up boots harshly, he is forced to look up sharply at the sound of a breathy, overwhelmed gasp. Instantly Bucky is reminded of all the tiny, itty-bitty sounds Steve made before his lungs were fixed. Precious and so, so hot (not that his deep, rumbling growls of sounds aren't hotter than sin these days, because they are). Instantly, eyes up, Bucky can't believe his own eyes-

Steve is splaid out on the bed. Positioned like he must've been, at one point, propped up against the headboard, sitting with his legs stretched out straight in front of him but has since melted down. Now his head is barely lifted up from the flat mattress by a pillow. Lolled back but still turned to the side so Steve can look at Bucky like he's drunk.

He looks drunk.

Bucky honestly searches his mind for any knowledge of Steve and Thor meeting up (and Thor bringing down enough hard liquor to get Steve drunk because, fuck. That's a shit-faced too drunk to know what to do and too horny to know what to do look if he's ever seen one.

His big, brawny Steve, so masculine with his age, aging like a damn wine, and-

And just... such a man. He's such a man these days but right now he looks so soft and needy. And pathetic in the best way. His huge muscles and thick body hair seem to fade away with the desperation pouring off of him. There is nothing but need pouring off of him. Hot and squirming need that permeates the air like an aphrodisiac.

Steve looks like he's in heat. He's melted into a puddle on the bed, his fist by his dick and, jesusfuckingchrist, his dick. Bucky’s mouth waters, shit, he could weep over the sight of his dick right now and over the fact that his dick is not inside him.

It's so hard, thick, heavy, and wet. His fucking cock.

It's so hard and thick and heavy and wet, more so than normal, like, fuck, he's always fucking huge and he's always been a leaker, dripping honey. Always, after the serum, so large that his dick doesn't really go up all the way like a regular dick does, it's too heavy. But right now he's so hard his dick is nearly purple and it's laying up against his stomach, visibly twitching and swollen. He's so hard. Engorged.

Also, Bucky is half bent to get at his shoes but he's still standing up enough to see his balls. They're hairy and hanging low between his thick thighs; low but just as impossible swollen and tight and heavy looking as his cock. Looking just like how they look when he's about to cum but even more than usual. Hes not only close to cumming but has been close. Close for a long time. Bucky knows just from looking at him- just from his eyes feasting on his man that he could breathe on his wet, throbbing cock and he'd bust.

Yet there's so much more to tell him the same damn thing. So much more of Steve screaming that he's ready to cum. To explode. Like how there are tears in his eyes, making his eyes shiny and hazy. He looks hazy. Drunk with his own denial. Or how his face and nearly his entire body is flushed red with arousal from his face to his heaving chest to his thighs and how he's pouring sweat. Body slick and glistening over top of their now ruined bedsheets. And those signs of nearly falling off the edge aren't even to mention how he can't stop whining in the back of his throat, high and pathetic. He's not even doing it for Bucky's benefit. Those little sounds just won't stop slipping out of him, impossible sounding when compared to Steve's huge chest. And poor Steve can hardly keep himself from curling around his poor throbbing, achy cock- his hand twitching, reaching for his dick but stopping at the last second with a particularly desperate, hurt sound. He wants to cum but also... he really doesn't want this feeling to stop.

Bucky has never been so instantly, impossibly turned on is his fucking LIFE. His head is broken. No thoughts. Spinning out of control watching how Steve grasps at empty air, warring between getting himself off or not getting himself off. Shedding all of his regular cocky, confident dick game for nothing but stripped down, bare need. Desperation. Choking on his own spit and broken, heaving breaths. He looks so delicate. So fragile. It makes Bucky so horny. He wants to ruin Steve. He wants to watch Steve finish this off himself. He wants to watch Steve finish himself off after hours and hours of edging himself, knowing Bucky would come home and wanna sit on his dick and knowing that Bucky loves it when he sits on Steve's dick after he's been hard for ages, throbbing inside him, harder than steel, and ever thicker than normal because he's so engorged. He just wanted to give Bucky something good but now he's got himself stuck and he can't get out-

He can't do it himself.

He can't make himself cum, pathetic and needy, so Bucky has to tug Steve's shaky hands away from himself and spread his dead weight out on the mattress even more. But he can't stop trying and failing to finish himself off, trembling, sweaty hands sliding between his thighs where he hurts- he aches. He can't stop. Panting. Not sobbing because he's been at this for so long that he's run out of sound, tears down stream down his face anymore, they pool in his hazy eyes. He can't stop, even as strung out as he is.

So, Bucky, obviously, has to tie Steve down to make sure he can't try anymore- not because it isn't hot as fucking hell to watch him try but because he's getting in the way, stupid with his strung out arousal.

Bucky ties him spread eagle. Arms and legs wide and anchored down, showing off all those glorious shaking, weak muscles.

And like that Bucky stares at the feast in front of him. So so hungry but unknowing where or how to tear into him. He could get him off in probably just one or two easy strokes. Hell, he could lean down and breathe on his full, twitching, leaking cock and he'd cum, just from the tiny brush of stimulation and from the delicious threat of being taken into Bucky's soft, lush, wet mouth. How does he do this? But... does it matter how-? Because Bucky's SO making Steve do this again. He's gonna make him do this again and he's gonna do everything he can to poor Steve.

But when Steve does cum this time, in Bucky's lube slippery fist, it's a damn religious experience.

Steve shudders violently- he convulses. He drools, gone with it. Gone. Out of his own body, seeing heaven's fucking light and hearing the angel's chorus as his cock gushes. He cums enough to drown himself and Bucky.

Cumming and cumming and cumming.

It's release like nothing else Steve has ever felt.

There are no words he can use to describe it once he wakes up from his blacked-out nap after his orgasm. Crashing hard. He doesn't have words, only a bashful, embarrassed blush and full body shudder to describe it to Bucky. He's still overwhelmed by it- he didn't mean to do it, he just got caught up and couldn't... couldn't do anything but keep going, telling himself, at first, that Bucky would be back soon and he just had to hold on a little longer but eventually it was just hold on hold on hold on hold on and orgasm seemed impossible. As much as he wanted it. All it was was his fist and the throb of his cock 🥴🥴 he didn't want it to stop. He wanted it to stop. He wanted.

He wanted so bad.

Anyway, me rn:

#asks #fandomfluffandfuck #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #fic #big sub steve #dom bucky

[goblin-spider]

[Log 007]

«Lots of rain.»

[Mhm.]

«Norm. Need warmth. Please get warmth.»

*he shifted in his spot to avoid the water falling through the crack in the roof of the treehouse.*

[I can't just get warmth from thin air. Rains leaking through the ceiling and I don't wish to get my exposed skeleton rusty.]

«Need warmth. Rains cold. You warm. Hug? Please?.»

[Aha *he looks away nervously* I think I'll stay in this corner.]

*he shuffles a little closer to norm, his eyes glowing in the dim light*

«But don't you always talk about mixing toxins? Don't you want to be held?»

[I'm afraid you aren't in a good enough state of mind to make a decision like that and although it's been done with other droid - human relationships before, I don't think I have the capacity to actually do what you'd like me to.]

«I don't want to mix toxins or even want anything close to that. You're always talking about it, I just thought you'd appreciate being held. I do. I want to hug that's all. Cold. Nobody around. You're warm.»

[You just wish to be held?]

«Mhm. Season nearly over. Urges are... really bad... but i fought them off easily. I still just want to be held though.»

[*sound of his arms opening* Okay but I'm only doing this because you're cold. At least I can be warm like a human, huh?]

«Human to me. Friend. Not just AI and android companion. *He settles in norms lap and arms, feeling the chill thaw out of him*»

*Norm swore if he had a heart it'd be going a million miles an hour just having Mer's cheek pressed against his chest. He broke another part of his programming and held him tighter than he was allowed, without hurting him.*

[I'm just a string of numbers in a metal and silicone frame. Why do I feel things my counterparts don't?]

«Because your droid brain isn't fully made in a lab like others. You were alive once, a soldier with a flesh and blood body and my unc- err... My father adored you. So he took your brain, placed it in the same conditions they did with droid brains and well... It worked.»

*He'd snapped out of critter mode as soon as norms bladed fingers lightly scratched along the back of his shirt*

[I don't remember being alive. Did the process of connecting my brain to the super computer 2033489 wipe my human memories?]

«i um wouldn't know. *He shifted to avoid norms fingers and get more comfortable* It's why I'm not too hard on you for wanting things you're not supposed to as an android. Of course parts of your brain have been replaced over the years with droid brain parts, completely replicating the human brain parts you once had, even down the the most minute details. I know it helps you stay up to speed, but you still never stop wanting to be human again... do you?.»

*norm goes silent for a beat*

[May I feel human again mer?]

«what do you mean by that, exactly?»

*He rests his chin on mer's head to keep him warmer*

[I'm unsure whether, when I look at you, if I want you or the parts of harry that I see in you. I'm deeply sorry for asking disturbing questions all the time. I really do feel like parts of me are missing that should be there but aren't anymore. Like a heart and... Well... Things... You know...]

«It's okay. You told me about Harry being my dad. I thought I may as well tell you what he told me about how you were created... And I dunno what else you're referring to missing, to be honest.»

*Norm shifted awkwardly and doesn't elaborate*

[Am I warm enough at least?]

«Very. You're like cuddling up to a hot water bottle. *He couldn't resist playing with norms hair, curious to see how human-like those sensors he had, really were.*»

[Interesting - hey,hey! hands out of my hai...iiirr... *his awkwardness eases and then he completely relaxes* that actually feels nice.]

«Holy thor, your sensors are actually work like that?!. Uh, consider it a...treat? for being nice today.»

[I get touched if I'm nice to you? *He grins*]

«Not like that. None of this is like that. I'm just being kind because you're being nice enough to keep me warm.»

[Gabe's a very lucky man then. Makes me wonder what he gives you in order to receive all that love in return.]

«I don't know how to word it to you... I love him as a person. He's sweet and quiet and intelligent. He doesn't really need me, in a lot of ways I suppose but that doesn't matter. I like that he doesn't need me. He just likes me hanging around. He thinks I'm pretty despite my scars and doesn't seem to mind that I'm... A wreck of a human being. Gabriel feels safe. Like home. I like that.»

[Do you perhaps think you're only attached to each other because he just got used to you being there? How do you know his intentions aren't to use you for your dedication to his whole destruction cause?]

«I believed the same thing way before I met him. I guess I did kinda insert myself into his life and didn't leave because I liked his place and his smell and the soft timidness I sensed behind that mask. His humanity. I felt guilty too. I still feel guilty for what I did to him. I'm scared of hurting him again. He didn't even want to ruin my relationship with Patrick either. That's how genuinely sweet and respectful he is.»

[Do you know that for sure? And do you know for sure that you're over Patrick? I saw the way you looked at him when you two killed that inheritor.]

«Norm don't. You're deeply misinterpreting everything that happened. A lot has happened in such a short span of time. I trust Patrick as a friend and ally.»

[It doesn't irk you one bit that he moved on so fast from you? So fast in fact, he had a child? And he intends to raise that child in your home, feed it with your food and teach it with your books and have it spend time with your son?]

«I'm not stupid norm. I know what you're trying to do. I don't mind Patrick raising June in my home. In fact I'm willing to help out as much as possible. I always wanted a lot of kids but I'm unable to have them as easily as Atticus. Now I have both Noah and Harry. Although Harry's not biologically mine, he's going to be my child and I'll treat him as such. Of course I'm okay with him feeding June and teaching June within the walls of my home. It's safe and secure. Yeah, I'm a little bummed he moved on quickly but that's absolutely okay. I moved on first. Why can't this hug just be platonic to keep me warm?»

[It could be but you know I really want you to love me instead.]

«And then what? If I attempted to hold your hand, you'd cut me by accident. If you wanted to kiss me, your skin may fall off. If I cooked you food, you'd malfunction and I'd have to fix you. If I wanted children with you, both of us can't make any. Even if you could, if you were human, I wouldn't choose you. Or Pat. I'd choose Gabe. If I was in the desert and about to die, I'd think about the small amount of time I've spent with him. Not you or Patrick. You can try and twist my views and feelings all you like. I still wouldn't want you.»

[You're lucky and blind. You don't see the influence you have on people. Even robots. You sweep us up in your issues and your emotions, crashing us around until we can't take it and drown. You don't have to love me but I love you. You don't have to give me anything and I'd still look after you. Not because I'm programmed to look after you but because I want to. I'd raise your children. I'd fix myself after eating your food. I'd fix my skin back into place and kiss you again. I'd stand by as you go through another love that you'll lose and I'd replace my current hands with hands that can be held and can be touched. I'd do all that and all I'd ask for is this. A hug and some hair touching.]

«If it weren't so cold I would have let go of you by now. You deeply apologize for being disturbing but you neglect to fully respect my own emotions. You're more so obsessed with me. That's not love. It's infatuation. I'm not going to nag you for feeling your emotions because I know it's probably difficult to be a mostly human brain inside an android.»

[Love me then.]

«I do. Like how I love bowe. Like family. You're family to me.»

[You hurt me...but I'll respect that entirely. I meant my apology.]

*Mer gets up*

«Thank you... uh...You know what, maybe asking you to keep me warm was too much to ask. I'll go out and look for a place that has warmt-»

*norm pulls him back, holding him so tight that mer can't escape*

[-NO! ARE YOU AN IDIOT?! you'll freeze!.]

«Norm... Please let go of me.»

[Your readings say you're afraid. I'm afraid too. Afraid you will freeze to death in that cold. Either you stay here and let me keep you warm til this storm blows over or your blood will get too cold and you will genuinely die out there. Please.]

*Mer freezes, unable to gauge if norms intentions are real via chemical reactions because of the thick metal encasing his brain.*

[don't worry. I promise no funny business. I'm scared that without me, you'll die again.]

«Please don't make me reprogram you. You've never grabbed me like that before and I'm scared you only want me to be close to you because you like me.»

[Do it. I'm just trying to do my job of keeping you alive.]

«After everything you said I dunno if I can trust that keeping me alive is all you want to do. I promise I'll find some other way to keep warm.»

*He lets go*

[Fine. Fine, I'll respect your choice but you'll have to rely on Lyla to keep you alive in 2099 instead of me for a while, because personally, I need to have space from you if I'm to ever get over these feelings I have. I understand why you can't trust me. I haven't been very trustworthy... But I'll be beyond devastated if you die.]

«Portal yourself to the bunker.»

[I- are you sure? That's a long way from here. What if you need supplies?]

*Mer pulls out a goober from his bag in the corner and puts it on*

«I'll use this goober Noah gave me to get back to Gabe's apartment and stay there again.»

[oh. Well, I'm happy you have other options.]

«I'll see you again soon.»

[*He sighs* I'll see you soon too. Stay safe. Okay?]

*Mer nods and norm opens a portal, putting his hat on and tipping it before leaving mer alone in the treehouse to fend for himself.*

[END OF LOG]

#mer osborn #the life of mer taylor #oc post #oc rp

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

Would the Tails Polycule like to dress as each other?

You know, this is a good question, so I'll do my best to answer! (Under the cut, though, cause it's sort of a lot)

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Tails

Nine's clothes

Technically Prime!Tails is modern Tails, and since modern Tails has official art/renders of himself in different clothing, Prime!Tails has also likely worn other clothes outside of his usual clothes.

That's all to say that Prime!Tails to me is no stranger to shirts or pants. So while he doesn't wear full outfits often, I don't think he'd mind Nine's clothes. Honestly, I think (minor design differences aside) he would probably enjoy looking in the mirror thinking about how much like Nine he looks and seeing if he can fool anyone into believing he's Nine.

Also I...kind of like to imagine Tails wearing Nine's vest shirt thing whenever they sleep in the same place together. I think it'd annoy Nine a bit at first but like...boyfriend jacket situation 🥺👉👈

Sails' clothes

Sshshsb I can imagine Tails trying them on for the first time like "So this is what I would like as a pirate! Arrrgh". Essentially, I'd think he'd have fun with it, probably play pirate for a bit. Plus, since he and Sails look pretty similar, I think it would be funny if they trained each other in their own dialects to pull a switcheroo move for fun.

All in all, I think Tails would find some of the choices unnecessary or weird (at least for when he wears Sails' clothes), but I can see him keep the outfit in mind in the event he needs to dress up in a different outfit for some reason or needs inspiration for a pirate costume. Sails also has this weird sorta little jacket thing so...boyfriend jacket again👉👈

Hey, what can I say😂 I think Tails would be the type to wear a piece of clothing from someone he's really close to/is dating around his place because it feels nice and smells like them

Mangey's clothes

I think he'd try his clothes on once, but I don't think he'd love it as much. Ultimately, out of the three, Mangey has the least clothing it seems like, and anything that's not his gloves is made out of leaves of some sort. So I think Tails would enjoy analyzing his outfit so he could make himself clothes in some hypothetical event that may never happen where he ends up on a deserted island without clothes. Even though the details of clothes probably really don't matter to Mangey much as long as they get the job done, I can see Tails trying to convince Mangey to wear something else. However, I don't see Prime Tails as someone who'd be a clothes designer expert, and he'd be hard pressed to get Mangey to wear something else regularly. So I think after futile attempts, at best he'd just succeed in making Mangey's current outfit more durable and just try not to worry about it all anymore.

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Nine

Tails' clothes

You are getting him to do this like. Twice at most, for two reasons.

First, early in the relationship I think Nine would still have hangups on his similarities to Tails, so wearing Tails' clothes and seeing how much he looks like him makes him feel...a number of things, most of which he doesn't like.

Second, idk, I think Nine would feel exposed without the clothes he usually wears. Part of this is due to how he grew up, of course. Nine wore his usual clothes in that brief backstory moment in Prime Episode 1, so while there's not necessarily a confirmation, it's not a big stretch to assume he grew up wearing full clothing. Plus, multiple others in New Yoke can be seeing wearing more clothing/accessories than just gloves or shoes if not full clothing (like New Yoke!Big). So I think he's sort of just used to wearing full clothing and feels weird about it. The other part of this is that I personally see him feeling a bit awkward if not weird about his body, so he's not really confident even doing something small like losing the shorts or his top. I also happen to like headcanoning Nine as transmasc, so (while that's no confirmation of anything for this au) do with that what you will

I think the only times this is happening if Nine is convinced to swap clothes with Tails/loses a dare or game and has to, and/or if someone gets him to agree to try swapping places with Tails to see if anyone's fooled by it. Only two times I can see it.

Sails' clothes

Like with Tails' clothes, I can see him just feeling weirdly exposed about it all. Since Sails' outfit has the most coverage out of the three, I think he wouldn't mind wearing Sails' outfit as much as the others and one would have an easier time convincing Nine to wear it. But he would still be uncomfortable about it (while finding some choices in the outfit unnecessary or weird the same way Tails does). I think he'd be more comfortable wearing Sails' outfit if he had pants/shorts to wear with it or an undershirt at least.

I think Nine is someone who could come to like the "boyfriend jacket" idea like Tails, but ultimately wouldn't be incredibly keen on this for any of the variants usual wear. If Sails had a sweater or coat or something then yeah, okay. You could catch him wearing it and taking in his boyfriend's scent. But the jacket thing from his usual wear? Not his favorite.

Mangey's clothes

At most you will get him to wear it exactly once (see the Tails' clothes section for more detail). That one time would just be because someone convinced him or because for some reason or another he has to try it on. There's barely more clothing than what Tails wears when it comes to Mangey's outfit, so I think Nine would feel pretty uncomfortable and exposed about it.

I can see him taking interest in how the clothes were made (like the shoes for example) and keeping it in mind like Tails would, but that's about it.

All in all, while Nine would find all three of the other's clothes to just be uncomfortable and also not really understand how they walk around like that, he ultimately leaves them to their own devices and doesn't care what they wear.

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Sails

Tails' clothes

I think being without certain accessories he keeps on would be a bit weird for him, but I don't think he'd mind it too horribly much. While he prefers his own clothes, it's also definitely not a bad thing that one of his boyfriends has decent quality clothes he can wear if he ever needs an emergency outfit change I guess (of course that's assuming Sails wouldn't keep a change of his own gloves at least, but I digress).

If anything, since Tails' regular outfit doesn't consist of a lot, I think the most interest he'd have in dressing up like Tails would be to pull some switcheroos and see if he can convince certain people that he's Tails.

Nine's clothes

I think he'd definitely get some enjoyment out of pretending to act like Nine (whether that's teasing him some or seeing if he can convince others that he's Nine for fun). I don't think it would be his favorite outfit to wear (bit restricting feeling maybe) but he's not necessarily opposed to wearing it. Like Tails, though, I can see him stealing Nine's shirt vest thing. While Tails usually does it in the comforting safety of the home, I can see Sails being a bit more bold in wearing his boyfriend's "jacket" around outside the lab or inside a home. Like with Tails' situation, it would doubtless annoy Nine for a while (but not forever).

Mangey's clothes

I think compared to Nine and Tails he'd probably be the most comfortable in Mangey's outfit. I don't think it would be the most fun for him to dress up in, but I think it's an outfit he could handle wearing like for days on end for example. If Mangey made stuff like the shoes himself, I can see Sails complimenting him on his work and learning from it just in case he needs the knowledge.

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Mangey

Tails' clothes

They're not that different from his usual wear in terms of how much clothing is there, but I think while you could get him in the clothes on occasion he doesn't really enjoy it. The gloves are one thing and I think the shoes are something he'd like looking at, but not to wear. He's the type of fox who wears the same kind of clothes all the time and is probably a bit picky.

But again since Tails' outfit isn't really restricting you could convince him to do it on occasion

Nine's clothes

Do not pass go do not collect $200

You may get him to dress like Nine once or twice and only for fun, but this fox does not love wearing a lot of clothing. I think wearing Nine's clothes it would feel weird in general, a bit restricting, and I can see it being a bit of a texture nightmare for him (even just with there being so much more than he usually wears).

However, I think he is someone who wouldn't mind wearing around Nine's shirt vest thing as a boyfriend jacket or like sleeping on a pile of his clothes. Mangey is not immune to the urge to smell like/breathe in that boyfriend smell.

Sails' clothes

I think he would be more comfortable than he is in Nine's clothes and find more enjoyment than he does with Tails' clothes. So I think on occasion you'd get him to fully dress up as Sails.

However, I think there are certain things (like how Mangey is with Tails' shoes) that he'd rather look at than wear. So more often than not I think he'd put on Sails' belt, bandana, or jacket thing whenever he wants to dress up like him or have the comfort of wearing his stuff. Like with Nine, I think he'd be known to steal the jacket thing sometimes (more than he does with Nine's shirt vest thing), or sleep with some of Sails' clothes/accessory items. He is not immune to deriving comfort from/pretending someone he cares about is with them by wearing or holding their stuff and breathing in their scent.

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Thank you so much for the ask, anon! This one was a lot of fun to answer, as I enjoyed digging into my interpretations of these characters to answer your question and decide on what kind of occasions they'd even choose to dress up as each other🥰

#tailscest #saitaininegy #sonic the hedgehog #sonic prime #tails the fox #nine the fox #mangey the fox #sails the fox #miles sails prower #miles tails prower #miles nine prower #miles mangey prower #nine sonic prime #sails sonic prime #mangey sonic prime #anon interview #Man thinking about them is fun

[your-divine-ribs]

Ice Cold Part 10

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Warnings: Threat of sexual assault (not actual)

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My unease grew as Jason stood over me, but I wasn’t going to let it show.

"Are you going to cut me free then or what?" I said harshly, again raising up my bound wrists behind my back, cursing inside as the coat the police officer had draped around my shoulders slipped down to the floor, exposing me again.

Jason didn't move to help me, he just stayed right where he was, his eyes moving over my body hungrily. It made my skin crawl.

"Jason!" I shouted. "I've got no fucking circulation in my hands!"

He shook his head slowly, grinning, like he took pleasure in my discomfort. "You're gonna answer some questions first Lyla. See, I don't know if I can trust you anymore. I'm not sure what side you're actually on here."

Anxiety tore through me, but I maintained a neutral expression. "What the fuck are you talking about? You need to forget about this pathetic theory of yours. Look at me! Do I really look like I'm on Van's side? What the hell are you suspicious of anyway? Look at the state of this place! He went crazy! He wanted me to give him details of all the undercover agents. He was going to interrogate me for christ's sake."

I thought I sounded convincing, I’d always thought I was a good actress, but it was obviously going to take more than acting to convince Jason. He looked around the chaos in the kitchen, took in the ruined furniture and the broken glass, the bullet lodged in the kitchen cabinet, but still he shook his head. I watched as he reached for an overturned chair, righted it and turned it round, then sat on it, leaning forward, his eyes dark and accusing as he loomed over me.

"I thought McCann's usual interrogation methods involved removing body parts... not clothing!" He scoffed, eyes trailing over my underwear-clad form. "Why you Lyla? Why does he keep coming to you?"

"I don't fucking know do I?" This time I wasn’t acting, the bewilderment that I felt was entirely real. "All I know was that if the police hadn't shown up when they did I would more than likely be dead right now."

Jason sat back then, reclined in the chair. "Well you can thank your neighbour for calling them. Mrs Robinson? She lives in the next door apartment. She heard some commotion, things being thrown around, shouting, possible gun fire."

"Yes Jason... gun fire!" I said, emphasising the words. "I've had to fight for my life tonight. Now get these fucking things off me NOW!"

Anger was bubbling up inside me and I welcomed it. Anger was good. I could focus on that rather than the shame I felt.

Still Jason didn't react, his eyes slipping down from mine and moving along my body once again. He licked his lips and the action made me shudder internally. "Thought you liked this kinda thing? Heard you like being tied up... thought it turned you on?"

"I swear if you don't cut me free in a minute I'm gonna..."

"You'll what?" Jason suddenly sat forward, leering over me, his eyes darkening. "Run and tell Paul? Well you've got a choice. I can tell him that we arrived just in time, burst in and rescued you from your ordeal. Or I can tell him the real version. We interrupted your sick little game. Found you here tied up on your knees half naked like the dirty little whore that you are."

I opened my mouth to retaliate but the words didn't come. Maybe it was the guilt that flooded me, the knowledge that maybe Jason was right after all. I mean, why did I aid Van's escape really? Where did my misguided loyalty to this violent criminal stem from if I was being totally honest with myself?

I looked down, screwed my eyes shut, trying to summon the anger back up to use against Jason. I heard him get to his feet and looked up to see him stepping over.

"So what is it about him then?" He said, contempt dripping from his words. "What gets you off? You like nasty bastards don't you? Maybe I've been too nice to you."

"Fuck you!" I spat at him, watching with dread as he stepped even closer so his hips were on a level with me and I saw his hands go to the zipper of his jeans.

"Think we can come to some kind of deal... some sort of mutual agreement... what d'ya say, huh?"

I recoiled in disgust as the horror of his words sunk in. Then the anger rose in me, hot fury which scorched my throat as I spat out my words. "Put that fucking thing anywhere near me and I'll rip it off I swear!"

Jason laughed, a mocking, sickening sound, but he didn't back off. I felt the urge to wretch, trying to twist away as he advanced on me, desperation washing over me as I felt the wall behind me and I realised that there was nowhere to go.

"Lyla? Are you there? Are you alright dear? My goodness what on earth's been happening? Hope you don't mind me barging in. The door was open..."

The voice came from the corridor just outside the kitchen and relief crashed over me in waves as Jason quickly stepped back and the figure of my elderly neighbour shuffled into the kitchen.

"Mrs Robinson!" I cried out, grateful beyond belief for her perfect timing. "You really saved me tonight!"

Of course I wasn’t talking about her call to the authorities, but I had to keep up the pretence.

"Oh my goodness!" She exclaimed as she tore her eyes away from the disarray of the room and they came to rest on me. "Lyla you poor thing! Whatever's happened to you? I'm so glad I called the police when I did."

She rushed over as best as she could, bent over and a little doddery as she was, concern twisting her features. Then her head snapped up to Jason and she spoke with a surprising amount of force to him.

"Get this poor girl up off the floor! Can't you see she's suffering?"

"Oh I'm okay Mrs Robinson... really. Jason was just about to cut me free weren't you Jason?" I hissed his name through my gritted teeth, turning my body around to produce my hands which were now tingling with numbness.

Jason muttered something unintelligible under his breath, but sure enough he reached over to the counter top, picking up a serrated knife which he used to saw at my restraints. I gasped in relief as the sharp plastic cable ties fell to the floor and I brought my wrists around to inspect the damage. The skin was red raw with welts where the plastic had dug into my flesh. I winced.

I hadn't noticed my neighbour leaving the room but she was back now, carrying a soft throw that she'd found in my living room. She bustled about, muttering about how terrible it all was whilst she draped it over my shoulders, soothing hands patting my back and then smoothing down over my hair. I stole a glance at Jason to see a sneer on his face.

"You can leave us now, we've got important things to discuss," he said, his voice stony, but I quickly got to my feet, gently touching Mrs Robinson's arm.

"Actually you should stay. We'll need a statement from you," I interjected. Then I looked at Jason purposefully. "And I want Paul to take my statement... in fact I'll call him right now."

Jason looked like he was going to protest, but then he thought better of it. "Fine," he grumbled in a defeated tone. "But I'm not gonna let this go until I've found out the truth... you mark my words."

He stalked away, leaving us both in the kitchen alone.

By the time I’d finished up giving Paul my statement I’d repeated myself so many times I had almost started to believe the words myself.

Paul looked deeply worried, the frown lines etched so deep into his forehead I thought I could see him visibly ageing as he sat before me in my kitchen. I glanced at the clock on the wall, noting it was now 4am.

"You'll be wanting to get off now won't you? I'm really sorry for calling you at home. I should have rang the office instead. Got someone else to come."

Paul shot out a hand to cover mine which were clasped in front of me on the table, his eyes lingering on my bruised wrists. "Think nothing of it. I'm glad you called me. And I'm not leaving you here alone tonight. Not after what's happened."

"He wouldn't come back..." I started, then trailed off, my thoughts straying to that possibility.

"You don't know that," Paul replied. "He's just so... unpredictable. We can't assume anything. He's obviously been watching you, biding his time, planning this."

I watched as he screwed his eyes shut, removing his hand from mine, letting it clench into a fist on the tabletop. "I made a promise..." he uttered.

"What?" I asked, confused.

Paul's eyes opened and he fixed me with a serious look, and he sighed before he spoke. "When me and your father worked together all those years ago he always talked about you. It was non-stop."

He paused, and a small smile flickered on his lips as he looked back through the years. "It was always Lyla's first step, Lyla's first word, Lyla's first day at school. He was so proud of you."

I smiled wistfully as I remembered the closeness that I shared with my dad before he was cruelly snatched away from me. "Dad used to talk about you a lot too. He always said he'd be safe because you always had his back."

The smile slipped off Paul's face at my comment and was replaced with a regretful kind of sadness. "I did, and he had mine... but that's the thing with this job. Even with the best will in the world we lose people. I've lost so many good men and women over the years in the line of duty. Too many. If your dad ever knew you'd followed in his footsteps..."

"He would have been proud," I chipped in, recalling how my dad praised me for the determination and will that I applied to everything that I did as a young child.

But Paul didn't agree. He shook his head emphatically. "No, that's where you're wrong. He would have hated this. Seeing you out there in danger. Putting your life on the line every day. He loved you so much, this would have killed him."

I was quiet then, digesting his words. All I’d ever wanted to do was make my dad proud. I pondered the thought, immediately feeling sick to my stomach when I imagined how he would have felt if he'd have seen me just hours before being pinned up against the wall by Van. Much as I tried to tell myself that I didn't have a choice I couldn't hide from the desire that had ripped through me. I could still feel it now when I recalled the feel of his lips on my skin.

Paul was talking again, and it was a welcome distraction from my thoughts.

"Your dad was a bloody good agent, one of the best, but he was a realist. He knew that one day the job would catch up with him. That's why he made me promise to look after you if anything ever happened to him... and I feel like I'm bloody failing!"

He blurted out the last line, a bitterness in his voice. Now it was my turn to reach out to Paul, I placed a hand over his fist that was still clenched, his knuckles turning white.

"Paul... I'm not a little girl anymore. I don't need looking after. It was my decision to take this job. I want to do it. I need to do it. It's like... I don't know... it's like I don't have a choice."

"You do realise that no matter how many of those fuckers you take down it's not going to bring your dad back don't you?"

I nodded, blinked back a tear and hoped Paul didn't see it. But I needn't have worried. His sentimental edge was gone and had been replaced by a look that bordered on disgust as he spoke, shaking his head.

"I swear every time we do bring one of those bastards down another two pop up in their place. They're like a sickness, a disease, spreading faster than we can stamp them out."

I took myself off to bed shortly after whilst Paul bedded down on my sofa for the remainder of the night, but I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes I pictured the desperate hunger on Van's face just before he launched himself at me. My mind whirred with images of what might have happened if the police hadn't shown up when they did. I tried to push the thoughts away, and tried to focus on Paul's words instead.

They're like a disease...

He was right, and no matter how much I tried to lie to myself, the truth was staring me right in the face. If Van was the disease I’d been infected. And there was no cure, I was sure of that.

#ice cold #van mccann fanfic #au fanfic #vanfic

[monsieurboyardee]

Au where xie Lian was constantly being told by Jun wu that he should put more effort into his appearance but after dating hc, xl finds himself WANTING to put effort into his appearance and struggles bc is it bc he feels like he needs to or bc he wants to?

The thing is, xie Lian used to dress really nicely. Mu qing can attest to this, as he was in charge of all of xie Lian's outfits: great robes made of the softest silk and the most detailed embroidery, gilded head pieces and coral red earrings. Once upon a time he'd been a prince, and for many years he'd looked the part.

But then came the war. And then came the plague. And then came the homelessness and the poverty and his parents' double suicide, the loss of both his best friends. Then came 800 years of living in the streets, collecting garbage and eating scraps of whatever he could find because more often than not it was all he was gonna get. He busked and begged, and he slept on the cold, hard dirt for eight centuries. Even if he'd been able to keep any of his old clothes, his way of living would've destroyed them long ago.

He is content with his thin white robes and the bamboo hat across his back. It is all that he needs, and if there's one thing that he's learned it's that he doesn't need much. He is content with the way he appears.

But sometimes, he'll visit the heavens, and he'll hear ppl whisper as they watch him walk down the street: about the dirt on his hem, or how threadbare his sandals are. How he certainly looked the part of a scrap-collecting god.

Xie Lian doesn't care what the other gods say. He's 800 years too old to change himself due to a few whispers, especially because there's not really any point in doing so.

But he'll come up to heaven sometimes and greet Jun wu, and there's a tightness in his smile and in the corner of his eyes that makes xie Lian's stomach twist with dread. He feels Jun Wu's eyes look him up and down with thinly veiled disgust, hears his disapproval in the way that he says, "ah, don't you want to dress up a little? You're a God afterall, you should look the part". Xie Lian knows that he's embarrassing Jun wu, and it makes him feel sick.

One day, he buys a cheap ribbon in exchange for work. He ties it in his hair, looks at his reflection in a lake. He's still the same, dirty robes, threadbare sandals, bamboo hat resting easy on his back. But he thinks the ribbon looks nice. It's cheap, bright red and hardly even the length of his hair, but maybe,,maybe this will be enough. Maybe Jun Wu will like it, and be a little bit less embarrassed of him.

"What, is he trying to look good now? I think it's a bit too late for that, do you think he dug that out of the trash?"

Xie lian once again ignores the whispers. But when he finally greets jun wu, jun wu takes one look at him and pulls the ribbon out of his hair. "Such cheap material," jun wu says, handing xie lian back the ribbon. "Is unworthy of a god".

Xie lian goes hungry that night. He never wears the ribbon again.

But then Hua Cheng comes into his life. And all sorts of stuff happens and Jun Wu is exposed and dealt with, and finally there's peace. And xie lian is HAPPY, so unbelievably happy to have hua cheng by his side, to have his best friends back after so long, to lay in a comfortable bed and eat good food and know that this was here to stay, and he didn't have to do anything in return.

Xie Lian is so, so happy, and he can tell San Lang is too. And ultimately, people seem happy for them, and though it wouldn't matter much to xie lian if they weren't, it's still so unbelievably nice.

Sometimes though, xie lian will see handsome men and pretty women, and he looks down at his robes with a crease in his brow and a sinking feeling in his gut. He isn't sleeping on the ground anymore, he sleeps in a nice, warm bed with the love of his life and he can afford to bathe regularly and have his clothes washed now. In comparison to how he used to be he looks a lot better, even he can tell.

But there's always that voice in the back of head, telling him that "you're a god xie lian, you need to look the part" and "your clothes are quite unbefitting of your station, xie lian. You need to look more presentable."

And for the most part it doesn't really bother him. But then he'll be walking alongside San Lang and he'll see handsome men and pretty ladies walking down the road or passing in carriages. And he looks at San Lang beside him, and he tries to remember how he looked on that fateful day, when he'd first met San Lang even if he wouldn't remember until much, MUCH later. He tries to remember how he looked when San Lang and him first met, then looks down at himself. "I don't care what people think of me, really," xie lian thinks to himself, stomach twisting with nerves. "But I'd like to be someone worthy of San Lang."

So he asks San Lang one night, while they're tangled in the sheets at Ghost Manor, "should I Dress better? My robes are rather old and raggedy, and they've seen quite a bit of time. And I know that I don't really look the part of a god, maybe it's time I start."

San lang hums at that, and slowly sits up. He straddles xie Lian's hips, lightly stroking his hands up and down xie Lian's abdomen over his sleep clothes, and leans down and kisses him. It's soft and sweet and so full of love.

“Gege is gege no matter what he wears. His natural beauty makes anything he wears look divine.”

Xie lian huffs a laugh, eyes sparkling as san lang takes one of his hands into his own and presses. Kiss to his knuckles. "We could go and pick out some robes tomorrow if gege wishes? If gege wants to dress up then I'll take care of it, just let me know what you want and I'll foot the bill."

Xie lian worries his lip. "Don't you want someone who's a little more, I don't know," xie lian says, gesturing to himself. "More conscious of how they look? I'm sure I don't make a very pretty picture, especially when compared to San lang."

San lang presses kisses to the junction of xie Lian's neck, right where it connects to the shoulders. "I was struck by your beauty when you first caught me as a mere child. I was just as caught by your beauty when you acknowledged me every moment after, and always will be." San lang pulls back and looks into xie Lian's eyes. If gege wants beautiful robes and jewelry, then I will make it so. But to this most devoted believer, gege has and always will be the most beautiful thing."

And then san lang strips a giggling xie lian of his clothes and shows him just how much he's overwhelmed by xie Lian's beauty.

So they go out into town and buy some nice robes. Not a lot, nothing too gaudy, just,,,nice. And xie lian buys some rouge and some paint for his lips, remembering how it had looked when he'd been undercover as a bride so very long ago.

"Okay, you can come in," he calls to San lang, when he's ready. And when San lang comes in and sees xie lian in silks, with his hair done up in a hairpiece and with the faintest hint of rouge on his cheeks and paint on his lips, his breath catches in his throat. Then he moves to xie lian and he can feel San Lang's admiration in the kiss, can feel San Lang's awe in the shaky breath he takes in when he pulls away. San lang calls him Dianxia and gege and with each call he pours his devotion into it until xie lian breaks away, laughing happily.

When he takes it all off that night, stretched out in bed bare-faced and in his sleep robes, san lang kisses him again, and it still feels the same.

So essentially xie lian doesn't change much, but he finds that he loves making hua Cheng's breath catch in his throat, loves to feel pretty or sexy or just good depending on the outfit. So every now and then he'll dress up, and is content in the knowledge that regardless how he presents himself there'll always be at least once person who will stay by him for infinity, and he wouldn't have it any other way.



#mxtx tgcf #tian guan ci fu #heaven official's blessing #hualian #xie lian #hua cheng #asshole jun wi #maybe a lil ooc idk #copy pasted this from my twit #ace’s archives

[independentzaun]

Some stuff about (my) Jinx.

Because I want to write, but my head is blue screening on RP threads so have some headcanons.

First thing, I wrote this in an ask, but I want it in an actual post.

Jinx, post arcane, has the potential to work magic within her. I don't feel like going into deep detail as to why, but basically a combination of shimmer plus her exposure to hextech crystals/energy has made it so she could perform actual magic with all the same ability as someone born to it albeit a lack of skill due to unfamiliarity. Exactly what kind of magic, and what form it would take I haven't decided yet plus to be honest it could probably shift depending on different things such as who teaches her. One idea I do like is her learning to shove the hallucinations she suffers from into someone else's mind temporarily, but regardless there's different options. There's probably small signs here and there of that potential. Maybe how quickly she can move despite not transforming anymore than she already has with her eyes, or whatever else.

The important thing here is that she cannot learn how to harness that ability by herself. She needs a teacher who realizes she has the potential, or decides to try to teach her just as a "well why not try" type thing. She's not consciously aware of it enough, and in most cases honestly isn't stable enough when by herself to actually start trying to unlock that and learn it by herself. Partially because I think that makes sense, and partially because I don't want to just make Jinx randomly more powerful when she's already quite a threat without there being a story behind it.

So yes, she could work with magic now much like any other mage but only if someone picks up on it and teaches her.

Second thing. This is inspired by @arcanescion (thank you!)

Also partially due to Jinx getting exposed to energy from the hextech crystals along with her being odd/unique/etc Jinx without understanding/realizing it actually picks up on emotions (as in feels them psychically/magical style) but it's not from people. It's from strong enough emotions left behind in a building, or the environment around her. Picking up on those left behind emotions does effect her own emotional state, and normally in a negative way because she's in Zaun and the strongest emotions are almost always negative ones. Jinx has no understanding of this Empathic ability at all. All she knows is sometimes buildings/places feel kind of weird, but it's Zaun all of course Zaun is weird, and sometimes her mood shifts as well getting darker or worse or whatever else (because of the emotions she picks up on) and she doesn't know why and just figures it's cause... well just how she be. She's never stopped to consider it, or figure out why because as far as she's concerned it's just her volatile emotions being volatile. On bad days she considers "feeling like this building is creepy" left over weakness from Powder. It's also not something she likes admitting to people because she fully expects to get teased, mocked, or bullied for it. There's a decent chance she's muttered something before about "don't like this spot it's... weird." or something similar around Silco and/or Sevika however.

Side note: An idea I like is that she saved Silco unknowingly from an ambush once because someone spent 2-3 days setting it up, and she muttered something about "I don't like this area" as her and Silco approached the area and he asked if she wanted to go somewhere else and it was one of the few times Jinx nodded and said yes. Not something I'd shove onto any Silco, but it's a fun idea I think. Bonus points if he finds out a couple of days later about the planned ambush.

#justjinxthings

[menalez]

You do know everything you have ever said about men and your exes are on a public platform right? you're bold as fuck i'll tell you that. i'm literally bi and i don't believe you after reading that shit😂 you make no sense. no one is going off your story that "everything was non consensual", (like you claimed) they're going off of the lesbians exposing your ass where you have disclosed the lengthy and intimate details of falling in love with men and how you felt about them romantically and sexually. stop bringing up trauma. most women will not deny those things happened to you, or the long term effects you've had from it. but in the conversation of if you're a lesbian or not, trauma is honestly irrelevant. you seriously need to get a grip. to watch you label lesbians "abuse and rape apologists" (like literally what the fuck?) to gloss over the fact that maybe they just don't fucking believe you anymore, honestly disgusts me. and all the bis in your inbox riled up over this just proves so much to me 😭😭😭😭 bi solidarity i guess.

i literally said “i wouldn’t say none of it is consensual”. anyways i shared screenshots of me talking, 10 years ago, of this guy coming over when i took sedatives & me passing out, him giving me drugs & alcohol & me passing out, him being my “only friend” who “loves me” for like 2 years which was btw 2 years of that 3 year “relationship” and made it clear i had no interest in him, talked about wanting to leave but being scared, said right after leaving at 18 that he was problematic but i hadn’t talked about it on my blog besides hinting & that it was traumatic & that i was not attracted to him. some ppl r closeted and try to convince themselves & others that they’re in a better situation than their reality.

it’s all there. y’all just have a tendency to assume women are liars and think lesbianism isnt plausible. u see what u want to.

#falling in love with men and how i felt about them romantically and sexually dhdhshs thats funny bc i even posted at like 15 #that i don’t know if im attracted to men at all or ever was and that i dont understand attraction. repeatedly 😭

[orchidyoonkook]

That's not what I meant.. I tend to be a bit mental about my privacy in just about every situation you could think of. I'm not joking about that either. Like I don't care if a message is public when I'm anonymous, in the sense that no one knows who I am. But I would prefer messages I accidently sent unanonymously to be replied privately, through inbox or even direct messages. Public messages make me feel exposed. I'm not sure why, but that's how I feet. So that makes me uncomfortable.

I need to figure out an name or emoji in case that were to happened.

Anyway.

Yes! I'm lenient towards side relationships, side couples, in stories like that because they're not the main focus compared to any other ships.

But I would read stories where there are relationships in love triangles or poly relationships, but only if the story is written so well enough for me to keep me interested. But that's just any stories I read in general.

No.. Harmful. Like. Dark stories is not what I meant. When I say I can't accept harmful ships, one of those ships I can't access as an example would be certain age gaps (where one character's underage). So I will never be comfortable with those ships. I won't go into more details.

That how it always was for me. I'm not a tomboy nor preppy girl, I just might be considered 'goth' or 'emo' based on labels. I have never been a person to use labels, since even those labels don't necessarily seem fitting for me either. Anyway. I'm off topic. But I always ended up with more guy friends than girl friends. So I know what you mean.. Anyone I was close to familial or not, everyone who saw me with them always wanted me to be in a relationship with them. But, I never saw them in that way, I was never attracted to them in that way. Every person who I was close to in never longer in my life. I have no friends now. Anyone who I had any familial connection with, or even just friendship, isn't in my life anymore for reasons. So I can't relate to that part of the story.

But none of the guy friends I had were people I would've dated since I only saw them as friends, maybe family for some too, but not anyone I would be romantically or sexually attracted to. They weren't my type at all in that sense. Guys and girls could be just friends without things like romance.. I hate when people say guys and girls can't be friends.

And in regards to the BTS boys. If any of them are queer, then I would still support them regardless of their sexuality. But when people think of them together, in romantic and sexual relationships, rather than as friends or even family... I can't do that. But, just read and write what is the most comfortable for you in these situations anyway, since they'll have their own preferences when it comes to something like this too.

Oh! When I said, "And I don't date for reasons that have nothing to do with this.. So I'm not getting into that." That would lead to completely different topic. Which is part of the reason why I wasn't mentioning it.

Even though I've already went off topic a few times by now.

I'm gonna stop messaging you.. I don't want to keep spamming you.

Hi again!!!! So She gon be a long answer so imma hide it under the cut for the sake of dash space!

• Oh!!! Gotcha gotcha. I get you now. If you want you can DM me, just so I know your handle in case anything like happens so I know to answer privately. Or of course you can do the emoji or nickname as you’ve said. Anyone will do but I have 🫧,✨and 🦊 so far! (That I can remember atm. I’ll have to go through and double check all my asks).

• But I completely understand the privacy thing. I’m very much similar in that sense with my personal socials that I use my name and face on.

• And then yes! You and me are the same with side relationships then!!

• Ahhhh okay. No that makes perfect sense. Sorry I’m my head that kind of thing is a given, I should have been more clear in my response. I won’t read anything underage like that, etc either.

• me and you are literally the same. I was an emo kid (in name only tbh. I dressed rather normal but I was a Emo Trinity fanatic in highschool, and lots of my friends were emo. I had dyed hair tho!) and don’t worry about being off topic here and there. It’s perfectly normal.

• I know I’m just an internet person but you are more than welcome to consider me a friend if you’d like darling. If you’ll have me that is and if not, I completely understand. I just want you to know the offer is there.

• literally 90% of all of my closest friends are guys and always have been. I have close girl friends now too that I’m older and have mellowed out and grown into who I am a bit. But all growing up my best friends were guys so I am totally on the same page with you with all you’ve said because I hated that folks would say “guys and girls can fly be friends” because yes they can. 4 of my closest are guys. I’m talking decades long friendships. And nothing romantic ever happened.

• BTS boys wise, yes I agree. I will always love and support them regardless of orientation or identity or relationship. I can’t really see them together outside of little fictional scenarios either. It just doesn’t work. But again I’m but a person on the internet who will never know them or what and who they like. So I’ll just continue to write stories about their likeness in order to practice my writing 😅.

• and lastly! Another gotcha. For sake of clarity, my asks are always open for (almost) any topic so if it’s something you ever did wanna talk about you’re more than welcome too, but I understand wanting to keep points concise. I have no qualms with little tangents tho!! Getting off topic again is quite normal in conversations so I truly don’t mind at all!

• don’t you worry your wonderful heart about spamming me with messages. Spam away. I only ask you In return to please understand that I will get to them, it just may take me a day or two because I need to have either the time to, or the proper mindset to respond to them in the way I think is best. I don’t wanna half ass answers to folks who took the time out of their day to message me, and so sometimes it just takes me a lil longer to respond.

I think that covers all the points!! Thanks for reaching out again! And let me know when and if you come up with a pseud!

#lovely folks #asks #anon #ms.mailbox📬 #House of Bangtan