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elliespassagerprincess · 7 months

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Can we please get some milf Abby or Ellie the lesbians who like older women are in a drought

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Headcannons: milf!abby anderson x reader

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☆ Milf Abby who was divorced and who had full custody of her 4-year-old daughter.

☆ Milf Abby who worked as a lawyer and got her daughter into the best schools.

☆ Milf Abby who went to a parent teacher meeting, to meet her daughters’ new teacher.

☆ Milf Abby who met you for the first time and thought you were the prettiest thing she’d ever seen.

☆ Milf Abby who stood behind everyone else because you made her shy.

☆ Milf Abby whose palms felt sweaty when you walked close to the direction where she was standing.

☆ Milf Abby whose heart rate increased when you asked the parents “any questions?” with a smile.

☆ Milf Abby who went home that night and stared at the ceiling because she just saw an angel.

☆ Milf Abby who asks her daughter about you the next morning.

“What’s she like?” Abby asked as she placed the plate of scrambled eggs in front of Aubrey.

“she’s nice” the little girl started. “she always likes my drawings, and she tells funny stories!”

A small smile appeared on Abby’s face.

Pretty and funny, huh?

“she’s pretty too” Aubrey said with her mouth full off eggs. Abby chuckled at that.

“Your right baby, she is”

☆ Milf Abby who almost shit herself when Aubrey told you that she finds you pretty.

“You did what?” Abby said frantically.

“I told my teacher that you said she was pretty”

Abby groaned, her large hand coming to rub her temples.

“Baby you aren’t supposed to tell that to people, it was a secret”

“Yeah, it was red ones”

“But Heathers dad brought her flowers, and that’s not a secret”

“what?”

“roses?”

“I think so” she spoke

☆ Milf Abby who gets jealous even though she barley knows anything about you.

☆ Milf Abby who watches Heathers dad bring you snacks almost daily when she picks up Aubrey.

☆ Milf Abby who wants to vomit every time you smile at him.

☆ Milf Abby who realizes she had to make a move.

☆ Milf Abby who was nervous because it’s been a while since she’s asked someone on a date.

☆ Milf Abby who writes you a letter and sends it with her daughter.

“My mommy sent you this” Aubrey ran to you with a white envelope. You thanked her, as you opened the letter, eyes widening at what it had to say:

“Hi, are you Tennessee because you’re the only ten I see.

I’m sorry I know that was inappropriate I didn’t know what to say.

Would you like to go on a date with me? I promise no cheesy pickup lines”

☆ Milf Abby who almost jumps out of her car when she sees you walking towards her.

☆ Milf Abby who rolls down the window and tries to act cool.

“Sup” she said, but soon cringed.

You giggled “I’d love to go on a date with you Miss Anderson”

“Call me Abby”

“Abby… I’d love to go out with you”

A grin spread onto the blondes face.

“Friday?”

“Friday”

☆ Milf Abby who fist bumps the air because she’s just that excited.

☆ Milf Abby who almost cancelled because she was so nervous.

☆ Milf Abby who asks her 4-year-old outfit advice.

“What about this?”

“No”

“Aubrey you can’t keep saying no”

“But I don’t like it”

☆ Milf Abby who kisses her daughter goodbye as she bought you a bigger bouquet of roses.

☆ Milf Abby who takes you to a fancy restaurant to impress you.

☆ Milf Abby who finds out you were 20 years younger than her.

Abby blinked a couple of times at the information.

“26?”

“yeah… do I not look my age you?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.

“You really don’t”

☆ Milf Abby who enjoys the date more than she intended to.

☆ Milf Abby who almost combusts when you gave her a kiss on the cheek.

☆ Milf Abby who goes home that night in denial that she liked someone so young.

Age is nothing but a number, but you were years younger. What were you doing with someone like her? Why her? Why not someone your age? What happens if Abby grows so old that you become bored?

☆ Milf Abby who ghosts you for 5 months.

☆ Milf Abby who avoids looking at you when she gets her daughter from school.

☆ Milf Abby who ignores your texts because she thought you deserve someone better.

☆ Milf Abby’s daughter who gave her an awaking.

“Can you stop crying at night mommy? It makes noise”

Abby looked up from the stove.

“you hear that?”

“Yes”

A few seconds of silence passed before Aubrey spoke again. “You made my teacher sad”

“she’s sad?”

“yes and she asked me about you”

“and what did you say?”

“Nothing, you said it was a secret” Abby groaned at Aubrey’s response

“you need to stop pushing people away because you’re insecure”

Abby looked at Aubrey with wide eyes.

She was right, because Abby was so insecure she’s losing a perfect girl because she was scared. How sure was she that you would leave her? How sure was she that you were only using her? Maybe you were the one.

“Where did you hear those words?”

“from grandpa” she said with a shoulder shrug.

“He said that to Nora”

Your back was facing the door as you were writing something on the board.

“of course he did”

☆ Milf Abby who goes to your classroom the next day with flowers.

“I’m sorry” she spoke. She watched you flinched as you turned around.

“what?”

“I’m sorry for just disappearing and not saying anything”

“ok” was all you said as you turned back around to continue writing.

Abby walked towards you with long strides.

“no- no don’t say ok please- give me a chance”

she watched you sigh as you turned around:

“look Miss Anderson-“

“Abby”

“Miss Anderson” you said through gritted teeth.

“It’s ok, this should have not happened”

“Don’t say that”

“Let’s move on, I’ll pretend this never happened” you said with a fake smile on your face.

“god you’re so-“ before Abby could even finish her sentence she grabbed your face, and caught your lips in a kiss.

☆ Milf Abby who was surprised when you kissed her back.

☆ Milf Abby who whimpered when you pulled away.

“What can I do to fix this?” she spoke as she held your face.

“take me out on a date again”

a smile spread on the blondes face: “yeah I’ll do that”

☆ Milf Abby who realizes you won’t make it easy for her.

☆ Milf Abby who was willing to work for this relationship because you were worth it.

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hecateslore · 3 months

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supervisor!Simon

“Well this is awkward.”

“Yeah.” you sigh, grabbing and scanning each Item as fast as you can. “So you work here now?” Simon clears his throat, feeling uneasy at the sight of you.

“Temporarily. 10.83.” you say. Simon pulls out a crisp bill from his pocket, “I need change for the vending machine.” He chuckles, you only stare at him. Taking the money from his hand and putting the amount into the register. He looked tired, as if he hadn’t been sleeping. His shirt wasn’t ironed like it usually is, he looked drained. You hand him the receipt and the exact amount of change. “See you around.” and you give him no response. You need to find another job, quickly.

You let out another sigh. This is way harder than you thought. Simon’s voice kept ringing in your head. “You can always come back,”. You wanted to. Standing on your feet all day was not the business. You miss sitting in the office, goofing off, sometimes doing your makeup. Even though Simon would act like a dick, sometimes you’d just escape to the bathroom, or take a break.

Here you couldn’t sit, someone always needed help, there was a sale that they missed; somehow it was your fault. And now you're scanning 15 bottles of laundry detergent, 5 bars of soap, 10 packs of dish scrubbers, Goddamn couponers.

When you finish your shift, you sit outside on the store's patio, going through on your phone checking emails. Seeing if any of the offices responded to your applications.

For a second, you contemplate going back. The pay’s good, maybe you could apply for a different position? in the front away from his office. Maybe you could apply for a shift lead? but you needed to be there for more than 3 years. God this sucks. So you call johnny.

“How’s it going?” Johnny says still in hush mode. “It’s so stupid.” You whine. “It’s only your first day, “ he amuses quietly, “I know and my feet are killing me.” you continue. “I might just come back.” you say. “You should, we’re missing you around here..”

“You sure it’s not you?” you grin, “I enjoyed your company a bit.” Johnny laughed softly, “that’s a lie. you call me daily.” you poke fun at him and you both laugh, exchanging what happened today in the supermarket and back at your old office. “I saw Simon.” you say casually. “Told you he has an obsession.” he noted. You snort at his comment, “He bought breakfast.” you stated, “I think it was kind of a coincidence.” you shrug. “Probably. But I wouldn’t doubt him actually being obsessed.” Johnny comments. “He’s not.” you chuckle and roll your eyes.

“I’ll call you back, I gotta go.”

Click.

“You busy?” Simon asks cocking a brow at Johnny. “Uh,nah.” Johnny states, only realizing his screw up. Simon only chuckles at his response. “Come to my office.” Simon nods Johnny along.

Entering the room, Johnny looks at your desk noticing all your knick-knacks gone. Your desk was cleaned right off, and in the corner of Simon's office, he could see a box with your name written on it in messy handwriting. “Have a seat.” Simon offers, and Johnny does.“Something wrong?” He asks, “I’ve noticed some things.” Simon explained, Johnny couldn’t keep his eyes off the box of your things, “What’s that?”

“You’re on the phone..A lot.” Johnny’s eye contact on the box breaks and he looks at Simon. “Y’know how people call for insurance-” he says and Simon quickly interjects, “We only answer transfer calls for people who have trouble financing their insurance, so that’s false.”

Johnny’s throat went dry and all he could do was stare at the man across from him. “I’m not going to fire you johnny.” Simon sighs, “If that’s what you're scared of, we’re friends after all, just don’t do it again.” He affirms, Johnny only nods, “Take your lunch.” Simon waves him out of his office. Johnny closes the door behind him and puts his hand over his heart, attempting to soothe it back to its normal, healthy rhythm.

Simon sat in his chair, cackling to himself, slapping his knee. He loved the look on his face, of course He and Johnny weren’t friends, not anymore at least. That snippet he heard on the phone told Simon everything he needed to know about him.

Still in his chair Simon thought of calling you, but you were at work. A devilish thought peeped into his mind, maybe he could go into the supermarket again with the box of your things. It would be an excuse to see what you’re up to. He wondered if you worked full time or part time, he wanted to see you.

Simon blew out a sigh picking up the stress ball on his desk tossing it in the hair. It was weird having you on his mind, sometimes you were all he thought about. Last night he couldn’t sleep, your phone call kept him up. Your reassurance, and the way you stayed on even if you wanted to gouge his eyes out with a plastic spork. If he closed his eyes tight enough he could still see you behind the register. You, acting as if you’ve never heard or seen him in your life.

It’s only been a couple of days. He doesn’t understand where half of these emotions are coming from. He doesn’t know when they came, he doesn’t know why he feels entitled to you everytime Johnny’s around, or whenever he hears you two on the phone. He knows Johnny likes you like that, he’s seen when Johnny’s pining, how he’s soft and attentive, he says whatever and does whatever until you're trapped.

God it was stupid. That’s why Simon packed your things up, to show his appreciation, his efforts. Johnny would’ve let you clean it up all by yourself and lug a heavy box around all day. Simon stared and stared at the phone. He doesn’t know what time you get off, but it doesn’t hurt to try, right? And there Simon was. Sitting at the edge of his seat, letting the phone ring, and holding his breath. “Hello?” You say confused . “Hey.” Simon said, drawing out the “Y”.

“Simon?” He winces at his decision, “Maybe?” cringing even harder than before. “What do you want?” you respond dryly. “How's work?” he asks, mentally smacking himself in the head.“I’m off. Trying to get me fired?” He can hear the ruckus in the background, you're probably home, or eating lunch with johnny. “Not now at least,” he snorts, “I was just calling.” Simon says casually. “Why?” Simon swears he can see the confused look on your face. “Dunno.” he shrugs. “So there’s no reason for this call.” You point out.

“You still coming tomorrow?” You let out a sigh, and Simon smiles. “I need my things..” you emphasize sarcastically. “That you do.” he confirms. There was a beat of silence between you two. “Linda misses you.” He admits, “a lot of people do.” He finishes.

“I miss Linda, too.” you sigh once more. “You know the offer is still here, I would never turn you away.” He confesses. You’re quiet. “I was thinking about that today.” You disclose. “Of coming back?” he chimes in surprised. “Yeah.” you say softly. “You could if you want to.” Simon sits up, “I left for a reason, Simon.”

He knows, that’s why he hasn’t slept correctly or eaten a decent meal. “I know.” he answers. “You’re the reason. You know that, right.” you clarified making simon shut his eyes tightly.

“Johnny misses you most.” he states.

You stand over your stove phone in hand. “I know. We talked about it today.” You respond, “When’d you talk to him?” Simon prods. “His lunch break.” You say. Simon lets out a hum at your response. “I gotta go, I’m kind of busy.” you lie. “I assume, I’ll see you tomorrow then?” He asks on the other end. “Yeah.” You say and hang up the phone quickly.

“What the fuck.” you say aloud. You shake your head and decide whether to call Johnny or your best friend. you opted in talking to yourself and going over the conversation you just had. Why does he keep calling? And why is he bothering you about friday?

“What’s happening on friday?” you say assembling your meal. You thought about his offer again, maybe you could come back, and I mean your heels are killing you. “I would never turn you away.” Why was that so attractive? Why is he so attractive?

Is he trying to get you to come back so he can have someone to pick on again? He never apologized. Maybe he’s going to try tomorrow. That's why he’s adamant about you coming. Oh god. Johnny’s gonna be there. You have to get dressed and make yourself look presentable.

You finish your food and head to the bathroom for a quick shower, feet still aching from today. You take some medication for the pain and knock out until you have to get ready for tomorrow.

Friday.

Simon sits in his office, his shirt steamed and ironed, awaiting your arrival. You gave a call to the office letting the people in front know you’ll be stopping by to grab your stuff. On the office floor, Johnny sat in his chair wearing Friday's best, the sweater you told him you liked but in a different color. He waited for your “I’m here” text message, and kept looking at his phone every time he got a notification. Not even 15 minutes later you open the door to the back office. Simon's ears almost perk up like dogs at the sound of the door knob clicking against the hinge.

Simon steps out of his office, first looking for Johnny and thankfully the man is sitting at his chair, eyeballing you from his seat. Johnny gives you a wave and Simon gives the biggest eye roll, he would’ve gagged but it would’ve disturbed the atmosphere. Simon notices the little smile you have on your face, because Linda looks like she’s two seconds away from a meltdown. You give her a little wave and smile at her sympathetically.

“Glad to see you could make it.” Simon smiles, and you barely acknowledge his attempt at roping you back in. You take one good look at your desk and notice your things missing, “They're packed up in my room.” Simon raises his hands, your face relaxing at his words. You follow behind him into the very well known office.

He picks up the cardboard box filled with your belongings, “This is all yours.” you try to refrain from staring at the way his muscles flex as he sets the box down. “Thanks.” you say, grabbing the box. “I kind of wanted to talk to you today.”

You knew it. You only nod and sit in the very familiar chair. “I know this is probably not what you want to hear right now,” he chuckles nervously, and you suck in a harsh breath. “..I’m sorry.”

your eyeballs almost pop out of your head, and you choke on your spit. “Are you okay?” he asks brows furrowing, “Do you need water?” concern on his face. You wave him off, “I’m okay.” He lets out a relieved sigh, “I thought about our conversation after work, and I know I should’ve done this sooner and I should’ve been nicer,”

“Uh, yeah.” you agree sarcastically. “And when I saw you at the supermarket and your face when you quit. I know I can be a bit abrasive,” he rattles on, “Not a bit, you are.” you add.

“Okay, I am,” he corrects himself, “Are you trying to get me to come back here?” you raise a brow, “Johnny doesn’t work when you’re gone.” he lies. “So fire him.” you shrug, “He’s my friend.” another lie. “You can hire someone else..” you say. “I don’t want to hire someone else, I want you back.” He says which leaves you speechless.

“You said you thought about coming back, I told you I’m not going to turn you away. And I know the grocery store doesn't pay a lot.” He leans against his desk,

“If I do, Then you can’t bother me like before.” He nods, “I’m serious, I will tell Hr.”

“I won’t.” he puts his hand out, “I said ‘if’. ” you reiterate. You let out a breath, staring at his hand in front of you, you look up and see those amber eyes on your already. “My feet do hurt,” You say convincing yourself, “And that was only day one.” He urged.

“The job’s all yours. You just have to say when.”

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thatsonemorbidcorvid · 11 months

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Women who are groped on trains in East Asia face the further threat of their assault being filmed and uploaded for sale online. In a year-long investigation, the BBC World Service's investigative unit, BBC Eye, has gone undercover to unmask the men cashing in on sexual violence.

It was the morning rush hour in Tokyo. The train was packed and rocky.

Takako (not her real name) was on her way to school. The 15-year-old tried to hold on to a grab bar.

Suddenly, she felt a hand pressing on her behind. She thought someone had accidentally bumped into her.

But the hand started to grope her.

"That's when I finally realised - it was molestation," Takako recalls.

The hand quickly disappeared in the crowd. "I couldn't do anything about it." She arrived at school in tears that day.

That was her first time being sexually assaulted on public transport, but Takako was molested almost daily for more than a year on her commute. On countless nights, she went to bed crying. "I felt like there was no hope in my life," she says.

Many women like Takako are targeted in public by sexual predators. In some cases, they face another violation - the attack is filmed and the videos are sold online.

Most videos follow the same pattern - a man secretly films a woman from behind and follows her on to a train. Seconds later, he sexually abuses her. The men act discreetly, and their victims can seem totally unaware. These graphic videos are then listed on the websites for sale.

In a year-long investigation, we traced the men behind three websites which sell and produce thousands of these sexual assault videos.

An epidemic in Japan

Encountering sexual abuse almost daily, Takako found herself unable to speak up during the act due to fear and shame. But every night, she covered her mouth with a towel and repeatedly practised in front of the mirror how to call out a harasser: "This person is a 'Chikan'!"

"Chikan" is a Japanese term describing sexual assault in public, especially groping on public transport. It also describes the offenders themselves.

Chikan perpetrators typically take advantage of crowds, and the victims' fear of causing a scene. In Japan, speaking too directly and openly may be seen as rude.

Thousands of arrests are made every year for Chikan offences, but many more go undetected and unpunished. Saito Akiyoshi, mental health professional and author of a book about Chikan, says that only about 10% of victims report the crime.

The Japanese police encourage victims and eyewitnesses to speak up, but the crime is far from being eradicated. The problem is so widespread that even the UK and Canadian governments warn travellers to Japan about it.

Chikan has been normalised by its prominence in Japan's adult entertainment industry. One of the most popular types of pornography in the country - the Chikan genre - has spread to other Asian countries.

Chikan websites

One Chinese-language website called DingBuZhu (which means "I can't hold it" in Chinese) immediately caught our attention.

It's a marketplace for Chikan videos, filmed secretly on mobile phones in crowded public places, such as trains and buses. They are shot across East Asia, including Japan, South Korea, Taiwan, Hong Kong and mainland China.

Some videos cost less than a dollar. The site even once allowed users to order tailor-made abuse videos.

We also found links on DingBuZhu to two other websites - Chihan and Jieshe - with the same type of content.

There is a Telegram group with 4,000 members who share tips on how to sexually abuse women.

One name kept coming up on the Chikan websites - "Uncle Qi".

He was hailed as the guru in this community. Dozens of abuse videos were labelled as his work. On Twitter, he put up teasers of the websites' videos to his 80,000 followers. But who was he?

The Telegram group we had been monitoring revealed a clue. One day, an admin claimed in a series of messages that he had abused a woman with Uncle Qi.

The messages were accompanied by photos of a woman standing on what appeared to be a metro platform.

Within hours, we found a match for the location - Ikebukuro station in Tokyo.

And there were more leads pointing us to Japan.

The websites listed a Paypal account receiving Japanese yen which was linked to a Gmail address. When we put the address through Google Contacts, the profile picture that came up was a young man with an elaborate hairstyle and theatrical makeup.

A reverse image search put a name to the face - Noctis Zang, a 30-year-old Chinese-born singer living in Tokyo. He was the frontman of a metal band called The Versus.

Noctis had a glamorous public image, but we soon found something hidden behind it.

In early 2022, The Versus' photographer had alleged on Chinese social media platform Weibo that Noctis built "porn websites" alongside another band member, Lupus Fu.

He had posted pictures of a notebook, which showed some accounting and video categories similar to those on the websites. The photographer had also posted a video which appeared to show Noctis's browsing history, with links to Chihan, Jieshe and the admin pages of DingBuZhu.

Could this rock singer be Uncle Qi?

Unmasking the admins

Posing as a music talent scout called Ian, our undercover journalist met Noctis at a fancy rooftop bar in Tokyo.

They first talked about music, but the chat soon moved on to the subject of sex. When Ian said his company used to make porn films, Noctis's eyes lit up.

The two met several more times, and they even celebrated Noctis's birthday together.

Noctis introduced Ian to his fellow band member Lupus Fu, whose name had been mentioned by The Versus' photographer. Lupus, also from China, was studying sociology in Japan.

Ian said his company planned to invest in porn sites and asked if they knew anything about this business.

Noctis confessed he had "some exposure" through a friend, "Maomi", who had created his own porn sites with "metro" content.

Ian then casually brought up DingBuZhu.

Lupus and Noctis both laughed: "That's Maomi's website!"

They revealed that the person behind the Chikan websites was a Chinese man in Tokyo nicknamed Maomi. They said Maomi was reclusive and paranoid.

Noctis and Lupus also admitted that they played admin roles for the websites.

They spelled out their business model.

"In China, sex is the most suppressed," Noctis said, "Some men are very perverted, they just want to see women getting…" Lupus finished the sentence: "screwed over."

Lupus said he was in charge of promoting abuse videos on Twitter. Noctis revealed that he had uploaded more than 5,000 videos on the websites, received payments for the business and taken 30% of revenue. The rest he had transferred to Maomi.

Lupus also said he could help connect Ian to Maomi.

The Chikan club

On a quiet back street in the red-light district of Yokohama, a storefront decorated like a metro station catches your eyes. A sign spells out its concept: "legal Chikan trains".

In this sex club, called Rush Hour, customers can pay to enjoy the Chikan experience legally.

Its manager Hasuda Shuhei welcomes us on board. "We let people do things that can't be done outside. That's why people come here."

Inside, a sickly-sweet smell of cleaning products permeates the air. Private rooms are decorated like train carriages and equipped with a sound system that plays train announcements. Even the club's membership cards look exactly like Japan's transportation cards.

"I think it's important for men to be able to pay to vent in place like this, so they don't commit rape and other forms of sexual assault," says Hasuda.

Mental health professional Saito says that the matter is not as straightforward as Hasuda claims. He says that most Chikan perpetrators are aroused by the idea of domination over and humiliation of their victims.

"They do not treat their victims as equals, but as objects."

It's an opinion that rings true with Takako.

After months of assaults, she fought back one day. As she felt a hand reach for her skirt in a packed train carriage, Takako shouted at the top of her lungs and grabbed the assaulter by his wrist.

Takako took the man to court, where he only got a suspended sentence, even though he had previously been caught for Chikan offences.

Disappointed by the outcome of her case, Takako went on to start an anti-Chikan campaign, producing colourful badges reading "Chikan is a crime!" People can wear them to show they will not keep silent.

"It's a deterrent for criminals," says Takako, who is now 24. There is now an annual anti-Chikan badge design contest among Japanese high school students.

The hamster

Maomi means "kitty cat" in Chinese. However, Lupus said his personality was more like a hamster. "He's harmless, but cautious of everything and he sometimes overreacts."

Lupus was right. Maomi repeatedly refused to meet Ian.

But on Chinese New Year's Eve, Ian's luck changed. Maomi agreed to a meeting at a karaoke bar.

The air was thick with cigarette smoke, the sound of clinking glasses and Chinese pop songs.

The person who turned up was not who we expected. A skinny young man wearing half-rim glasses and a dark trench coat, Maomi looked like he could be a college student. He said he was 27.

Showing an interest in investing in his business, Ian asked how much he made.

"Our daily turnover is around 5,000-10,000 Chinese Yuan (US$700-$1,400; £565-£1,130)," Maomi said proudly, showing the transactions on his phone. "Very stable income, right?"

Ian acted impressed, and mentioned the name Uncle Qi.

Maomi admitted: "I am Uncle Qi."

But to our surprise, he revealed Uncle Qi was not just one person.

He managed a team of 15 people, including 10 in China who made videos under the same name. Maomi received 30 to 100 videos from them each month.

The videos were then sold on the three websites which Maomi confirmed he owned. They had more than 10,000 paying members, mostly Chinese men.

"The key is to be authentic. It has to be real," Maomi said. He later told us his websites even sold videos of drug-facilitated rape.

Maomi talked about his business as though it were any other budding start-up. He described his team as "passionate" and "brave". He even casually mentioned he had been training others to carry out and film sexual assaults.

But there was one thing he never mentioned - the women in his videos. It was as if they didn't matter to him at all.

Maomi exposed

We wanted to know Maomi's real identity. At another meeting with Ian, he opened up about how he got into this business.

Like many boys, Maomi liked Superman, anime and video games growing up. But when he was 14, he started watching sexual assault videos like the ones he sold now.

He knew his business was not risk-free.

"I am so cautious," Maomi said. "Safety first." To avoid scrutiny from the Chinese authorities, he planned to naturalise as a Japanese citizen.

However, as careful as Maomi was, he made a mistake.

When Ian asked where to send the investment funds, Maomi pulled out his bank card and handed it to Ian.

The card revealed his real name - Tang Zhuoran.

Later, we confronted Maomi with our allegations.

As we approached, he tried to cover his face and walked away. And all of a sudden, he snapped, hitting out at our camera and crew.

The next day, by coincidence, we spotted Maomi at the airport. He was leaving Japan.

Uncle Qi's Twitter account, where he openly promotes the abuse videos, is still active.

Twitter did not respond to our request for comment. Instead, they sent us a poo emoji, which has been an automatic reply to any inquiry directed to their press email since March.

We also put our allegations to Noctis and Lupus. They did not respond. We have since learned they no longer work with Maomi.

On a spring day, we meet up with Takako to tell her about our investigation. Appalled, she says: "We women are just content in their videos. They see us as objects. They don't think we have a heart."

Takako advocates for tougher laws against these crimes.

Japan is set to reform its sexual assault laws. However, campaigners say these changes don't go far enough.

But Takako will not give up. "We will not cry ourselves to sleep."

Additional reporting by Chie Kobayashi, Ryuzo Tsutsui, Hanae Arrour Takahashi and Joel Gunter

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foxes-that-run · 6 months

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Zayn said he wouldn’t buy the record when he heard Perfect (so salty!). Harry's emotions varied performing it in its short 27 performance run from Oct-Dec when 1D ended. These 2 stand out:

November 20 2015, rather than sing the Bridge Harry said to the crowd "if you think it's so funny you can sing it".

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3 days later at the AMAs he rolls his eyes and looks ready to walk out, the camera cuts to a kid who seems to agree. (Bridge is 2:40).

It was only performed 6 more times, in Carpool Karaoke (10:30) Harry stops singing for parts and the song cuts before the bridge, at the Jingle ball he looks away and the last time was new years.

Or this concert he put the mike into the crowd, someone stole the microphone and licked it.

Safe to say he regretted that bridge, it's savage to them both.

Writers

Perfect ties with Fools Gold for the title of the Haylor song with the most writers, at 7. While Fools Gold has all 5 of the band, Bunetta and Ryan. Harry and Louis are the only band members who worked on Perfect with Bunetta, Ryan and 3 others:

Jesse Shatkin, (cowrote Sia's Chandelier)

Jacob Kasher (Maroon 5 collaborator), and

Mozella (cowrote Miley Cyrus Wrecking Ball and Fools Gold.)

To me, Perfect has more media grabbing pop-song than Harry Styles. HS’s best 1D work was with teams of 3 or 4 writers. In fact, Bunetta said Olivia came out in 45 minutes while overworking another "less good" MITAM song.

Timeline

Bunetta also told Rolling Stone about Perfect:

"That one took a long time, just because it was written over a couple different continents. It started as one thing and ended up where it is."

MITAM was made in the summer of 2015. To have been written in a couple of continents and with USA based writers it was probably either side of the BBMAs. It could have been started 'as one thing' in April in South Africa before the BBMAs other songs that reference Style including Two Ghosts started early in the year. The "ended up where it is" with those writers would be after the BBMAs, when they got back to the USA from July. This would be at the end of the album and he was singing it daily within 3 months.

Similarity to Taylors songs

It has the same chord progressions as Style and is also very similar to out of the woods as this video on Twitter shows. He called it a love song in the made in the AM interview (6 mins) and that it wasn’t literal in another. I do love this James Cordon bit and I love his Taylor smile so much.

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[Verse 1: Louis] I might never be your knight in shinin' armour I might never be the one you take home to mother And I might never be the one who brings you flowers But I can be the one, be the one tonight

Grapejuice, has the perfect (get it) call back to this verse, along with 'Red' and 'Pay for it' and I love him for it:

"I was on my way to buy some flowers for you (ooh) / Thought that we could hide away in a corner of the heath / There's never been someone who's so perfect for me / But I got over it and I said / "Give me somethin' old and red" / I pay for it more than I did back then"

[Pre-Chorus: Liam] When I first saw you from across the room I could tell that you were curious, oh, yeah Girl, I hope you're sure what you're looking for 'Cause I'm not good at making promises

Promises come up again in Woman "Promises are broken like a stitches is", which is interesting if both Woman and part of Perfect are written after the 2015 BBMAs.

‘Know what you are looking for’ is interesting. In "Say don't go" and the 1989 TV Vaults in general Taylor did not get what she was looking for. At 23, dating a 19 year old Taylor told us she didn’t get wavy she needed. Her most recent ex, JG was 29. (yes - JG was the age Harry is now! Imagine if he did that) So I kind of stand by this line.

The start refers to the night they met. Which neither has ever confirmed, I think it was in 2011 (see timeline) Many look at the coat he tries on in the music video, which matches both his Up All Night Tour outfit (from December 2011) and the 2012 Kids Choice Awards. The awards are fun though. The Up All Night DVD also has it.

[Verse 2: Niall] I might never be the hands you put your heart in Or the arms that hold you any time you want them But that don't mean that we can't live here in the moment 'Cause I can be the one you love from time to time

Urgh I choose to attribute 'love from time to time' to one of the 6 other people writing this. To me this line always sounds like a boy-band heartthrob priority playing out in the writers room. No wonder it took time and HS1 to overcome this.

However, this does speak to a theme of them not being available to each other because of their careers and 1D punishing schedule. If I could fly's "I'm missing half of me when we're apart" and Half the World Aways " So you're not my girlfriend / Don't pretend that makes us nothing / Tell me you don't miss this feeling" speaks more honestly to the interplay of his band image, schedules and priorities which Taylor referred to Suburban Legends.

[Chorus: Harry, All] But if you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms And if you like having secret little rendezvous If you like to do the things you know that we shouldn't do Then, baby, I'm perfect Baby, I'm perfect for you And if you like midnight driving with the windows down And if you like goin' places we can't even pronounce If you like to do whatever you've been dreamin' about Then, baby, you're perfect Baby, you're perfect So let's start right now

Here are Haylor themes we know and love, Driving at midnight (Style, HYGTG, Wish You Would) generally going from a high schooler to superstar overnight (placed they can’t pronounce like Cannes), and hidden love/hiding (I Know Places, Slut!)

[Bridge: Harry] And if you like cameras flashin' every time we go out Oh, yeah And if you're looking for someone to write your breakup songs about Then baby, I'm perfect And baby, we're perfect

The camera’s flashing is good imagery and his voice brings to life how personally challenging it was for them both in a way I Know Places didn't with very few words. Taylor also refers to this imagery in Is it over now?

But the break up songs is a low blow and I assume the part he regretted to the point of not wanting to sing it. In a later interview Harry said:

“The only time you really think, ’is this song too personal?’ is if you think about, ‘is this going to be really annoying for the other person?’ Because I do [care],” he finished.

Which I think the break up song line would have been very annoying.

If you made it through that reward yourself with Grapejuice at Wembley 🍇

#one direction #harry styles #haylor #Youtube #one direction haylor

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20 questions for fic writers!

Thanks for the tag @maesterchill! Read their answers HERE.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

My stats tell me that I've written 50, but 5 are multi-chapter collections, so... a lot. Yeah.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

733,820. If you asked me three years ago if I could ever write that much I would've laughed in your face. Isn't growth amazing?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Harry Potter (though I do read some Good Omens, Carry on Simon and Bagginshield stuff)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

UGH. I don't want to be honest here, since 2 of the five are Dramione fics I've now listed as ANON because of harassment reasons. I'll give you the NEXT five instead ;) 1. 93 Diagon Alley (Harry x George) They were roommates 2. HP Cocktober 2022 Collection (Multiple) Prompt fest 3. Solace (Harry x George) Unhealthy coping mechanisms (sex) 4. When Malfoy Met Granger... (Draco x Hermione) WHMS remake 5. Mistletoe, or Die F***ing (Harry x Fred x George) Self-explan.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes. I try to, because the BEST part of sharing is connecting with people who enjoy what I've done. Community, ya know?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Mastermind (Draco x Hermione, Draco x Harry, Draco x Ron, Ron x Harry) The worst UHEA I've ever inflicted on y'all is this Dronarry fest 2023 story. Dark stalker Draco goes off the rails in the end. It's a masterpiece, I'm so proud of it.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

From Sunset to Star Rise (Harry x Ron) Cozy fall vibes, falling in love, little to no angst (Ron has a tiny bit of anxiety, that's all)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Yes. Mainly the bigger ship ones (Dramione, looking at you) If you're wondering WHY I write rare pairs a lot, it's because rare pair fandom is a safe space with AWESOME people. We may be few in number, but WE GO HARD and LOVE HARDER.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

ALL KINDS (though I'm not great a fluffy smut). Check out my HP Kinktober Collection 2023 posting daily RIGHT NOW. It's very kinky and dark.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

The closest I've come to crossover is more like "inspired by a vibe." I wrote a Community (TV Series) inspired paintball fic here: All's Fair in Love & War & Paintball (multiple ships)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, BUT I've had people post me on Goodreads. Read my thoughts on why this is bad fandom etiquette HERE

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I've had many requests, but no one has followed through yet.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No! But I'm interested in this concept, especially if the co-author is someone I vibe with.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

STAWP. It's too hard a question! Lately, I'm obsessed with Dronarry, and any combination of those three. I also think I'm more in love with stories than ships. If it's an amazing story I end it with "OMG this is the BEST EVER" and I say it about a lot of ships.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I'm writing a multichap Drarry fic where Draco is a wandmaker, and it's falling in love fluff. I'm terrified to write them because I feel like I'll get torn to shreds because the Drarry fandom is too amazing for the likes of little old me. I'll just read Drarry and call it good, and MAYBE I'll get the courage to finish someday.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Ideas. I'm chockful of ideas. Also, I read a ton, so I think the more you read, the better you write.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Fluff. I HATE writing fluff. Why is it so hard?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I don't typically do it because I'm monolingual and don't want to fuck it up. I don't mind when others do it

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter!

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

How to Care for Your Monster Book: A Guide by Rubeus Hagrid (Hagrid x Monster Book of Monsters) Y'aaaaaallll... I have no regrets about this fic. It's the only fic I've ever written that is perfect, I'll never top it, it's just so funny and weird (like me).

Tagging: @the-francakes @mugsdontlie @swoontodeath @vukovich @mintawasalreadytaken @peachpety @nv-md @lumosatnight and anyone else who wants to

#tag game #20 questions

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Why would you continue to shop here if you hate the store so much and bitch and moan every time you come in?

There's this regular at my job who comes about once an month/every other month (thank fucking god she doesn't come in daily or weekly) for as long as I've been working here and longer, according to old coworkers. (I have been here 4 years) So, you'd think you'd come to know what to expect when you walk in.

Every. Goddamn. Time this Karen comes in (her name is literally Karen, and she is truly living up to it) she walks around with her mouth scowled looking like a tight butthole (literally has bitch lines around her mouth from scowling all the time) and walks through the whole store, refusing help and then gets up to the register and bitches and moans that no one will help her even though I can literally hear my coworkers asking if she needed any help. I can accurately predict what she's going to complain about.

1. The store being a mess, although to her, "a mess" is 1 or 2 items on the wrong shelf.

2. The bathrooms being a "mess." I've personally gone and checked the bathrooms after she's complained about them multiple times and 9/10 times they had recently been cleaned, to the point where you could actually smell the cleaner, and the messiest it's been was a few paper towels on the floor because someone missed the garbage can.

3. A current sale/sale sign. After 4+ years, she STILL cannot (or pretends not to) grasp the concept of BOGO. If the sale sign says Buy 1 Get 2 Free, you gotta have 3 altogether. If the sign says Buy 3 Get 2 Free, you gotta have 5 altogether, etc. etc. It is not that complicated. She will also look at a sign that clearly says "[x brand] 50% off. *Excludes Y and Z brands*" and then brings up Y or Z brand and throws a fit when they're not on sale.

Today her butthole mouth comes in and surprise, surprise!! Karen's got a complaint!! The SM just happened to be at the register when I was ringing her up, so I got to push Karen off on her and also listen in on her complaints. She bitched about the usual messy store lies and the sale signs and threw in a new one about the patterns being mostly out of stock. Gee, when we've been having them on sale for half off and $1.99 a piece? No way, you think we sold out? I, for one, am shocked.

I'm guessing she must be trying to get some kind of discount or free shit or something, but idk why she's so determined, because no one gives her extra discounts or anything. It's against store policy, even managers won't do it because they could get fired. The most we'll do is honor the sale sign if an item that is ACTUALLY supposed to be on sale (not just believing her who can't read) or if the sale ended, but we accidentally left the sign up. That's it. Why waste everyone's time, you wrinkled mothball?

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spicy six ocean’s eleven au

nancy is ocean, obviously. she's the mastermind. we catch up with her as she's being released from prison at the end of a grand theft sentence. she meets a blackjack dealer in a local casino, who insists her name is maya even though nancy calls her robin.

"where is he?" nancy asks, referring to their longtime friend and partner in crime, steve.

robin explains he's in LA, teaching movie stars how to play cards. nancy is surprised they aren't still joined at the hip.

"i got a girl. i got busy. he threw a fit, flew to cali, and now he calls me every day just to tell me which celebrities are assholes."

it takes nancy no time at all to find him running a game in some flashy hollywood club. he isn't even surprised when he walks into the room and nancy is there, easily winning all the nepo babies' pocket change.

nancy and steve head to a bar, someplace quieter, almost empty at that hour. just seeing each other is all the catching up they need to do. they know each other too well. they've been in this business together for years. it's always the same story when they find each other.

“so tell me," he says.

"it's tricky," she answers. "never been done before. lots of planning, and a large crew. the take -"

"what's the target?" steve asks.

"the take is eight figures," nancy promises.

steve knows somethings up. "whats. the. target."

it's a vegas casino. it's crazy, the hardest con they've ever tried—but nancy has a solid plan, and talk about a jackpot.

steve still thinks she's hiding something. he keeps pressing her for the reason why. why so complicated? why this? why now? she plays it off, pacifies him with vague talk of opportunity and honor.

steve is itching for a real job again. and he's followed nancy into worse, hasn't he? and talk about a jackpot!

so they get to work.

they need a crew. they figure it out while robin moves to vegas, claiming her girlfriend loves the heat.

jonathan will handle electronics. argyle is still the best driver around.

"what about munitions?" steve asks. their go-to guy retired after losing a couple fingers.

"we're set," nancy says. "i found someone new."

steve is reluctant, not wanting some trigger-happy hotshot stepping all over their job.

"don't worry. you'll like him."

she hires eddie. (steve does like him, eventually.)

nancy thinks they need one more, so steve goes to indianapolis to pick an up-and-comer recommended to them by an old mentor. (dustin gets linus' intro. he's surprised steve offers him the job so quickly. "claudia has faith in you," steve says. "well, mothers are like that.")

they all convene in vegas. nancy is shocked when robin shows up with a bouncy 5-foot-nothing blonde on her arm, introducing her as chrissy.

nancy pulls robin aside to say what the fuck? you can't bring a plus one to the secret crime meeting!

"we need a grease man," robin says. "chrissy is SUPER flexible!" and she’s maybe a little too excited about it.

nancy rolls her eyes but agrees. they do need a grease man. grease woman? someone tiny to sneak around and hide in tight corners. apparently chrissy had joined a local circus troupe, so she was plenty qualified.

they debrief the job. they're knocking over tommy hagan's casino. none of them have met him before; he's just a wildly successful casino owner.

there is a reason why nancy picked his casino, but she lies and says it was random.

steve figures it out a week later.

dustin's job was to follow hagan and learn his schedule. (the kid didn't like the low-stakes work, but stopped complaining when steve threatened to send him back to indiana.)

dustin reports to steve, walking him through hagan's daily routine. it ends like this: "and then comes the girlfriend."

they both watch as a gorgeous woman with bright red hair struts across the casino floor.

"this is the best part of my day," dustin says, stars in his eyes. "i'm not sure if we can use her yet. i haven't even caught her name."

steve sighs. "barb," he says. "her name is barb."

steve confronts nancy. "tell me this is not about her, or I walk off the job."

"who?" she plays dumb.

"barb! tell me this isn't about screwing the guy who's screwing your wife!"

"it's not about that!"

"seriously? im not stupid, nance!"

"...it's not entirely about that." she's honest and somber now, speaking with a dark look in her eyes. "remember when we got into this business? we said we'd play like we had—"

"we had nothing to lose," steve finished.

"well, i lost something. i lost someone."

it hit steve then, hard like a smack in the face. he knew it had been tough for nancy, when barb found out about her career and left her. but he thought it wasn't that bad, that she was getting over it. he never realized how hurt she was.

so now, as nancy said, "that’s why i'm here."

steve knew he had to stand behind her.

#sorry that there's hardly any eddie #he and steve are doing all kinds of shenanigans and falling in love while they prep for the heist :)#should i write more?#stranger things #stranger things fic #spicy six #fruity four #steddie fic #steddie #buckingham #steddie fanfiction #nancy wheeler #steve harrington

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I’ve seen a lot of discourse lately about the newer parts of this (and other) fandoms. Some of it is just calling out people for bad behavior, but some of it seems downright hostile to people just for being new, and that seems unfair to me. Anyone who is being a dick to others should ABSOLUTELY be dragged for that, whether they’ve been around for 6 months or 6 years. Common decency should be the baseline.

But we can’t control when we became aware of a fandom, or when a new world was opened up to us. And trying to lock people out, devalue their opinions, or refuse to engage with them at all simply because you were here first is just mean.

For example, I was obsessed with My Little Pony back when I watched The Glass Princess (1986) on VHS multiple times a day. But it’s been a long time since then, and while Friendship is Magic is not the same, I don’t begrudge anyone loving it and I don’t think I would be a more important fan or that my opinions would be more valid just because cause I loved it before a newer fan did, especially because I am (probably much) older than a lot of those fans. I only got there first because I was born first and my mom bought that tape. This isn’t exactly the same as some of you because I’m not into MLP any more, but my daughter’s starting to love it, and I’m not going to keep her from watching the new stuff just because it isn’t the old stuff.

I was only 5 when GO was published, so of course there are people who read it and fell in love with it before I did, because I was a child and didn’t know it existed. I didn’t know about a lot of things- I didn’t know anything about Star Wars, Star Trek, LOTR, etc. until college because my parents didn’t let me. I only learned about Rocky Horror, Eddie Izzard, RENT, Queer as Folk, etc. because of the people I met in Creative Writing and drama club in high school, because they had been given access to those things and shared them with me. Drag Race was several years old before someone introduced me to that.

I am relatively new to this fandom, even though I did read the book many years before the show came out. I didn’t even know there was going to be a show until suddenly there was, and I loved S1, but circumstances in my life kept me from becoming obsessed. I also had no idea S2 was coming until right before it came out, and by then I was in a place where the brain rot was able to take hold. I thought Tumblr was like Tindr until around then as well, and I had no idea AO3 even existed. No one else I known IRL knows what these things are either, except for what I’ve told them. I don’t think my participation in this fandom should be any less valid just because I didn’t have access to it before now.

I have dived into this fandom headfirst and unabashedly. I still don’t understand all of how Tumblr and AO3 work, but now that I’m here, I participate as much as I can (sometimes I don’t respond to those tagging posts because I haven’t figured it out yet). I post on Tumblr when I think I have something to say, and try to boost others who say things I think might enrich someone else’s life too. I devour fanfic on a daily basis, leaving kudos and comments and recommending anything I’ve liked to anyone who will listen because I want to support the amazing artists in this community and spread the happiness they’ve brought to me. I try to engage with anyone who engages with me, and I’d like to think I’ve been respectful to you all (but I know I can be blunt too, so if ever I am a twat waffle, feel free to drag my ass for that).

I guess my bottom line is, while I’ve mostly felt very safe, loved, and accepted jn this fandom, the anti-newbie discourse is disheartening. I will absolutely join you in blasting anyone who chooses to be an asshole, but I’m never going to support the unnecessary gatekeeping. I don’t think Aziraphale, Crowley, Michael, David, Terry, or Neil would either.

Thank you to all of you who have shown love and acceptance to me. I’ll strive to return it and pay it forward to every chance I get.

#good omens #good omens fanfic #good omens fandom #leave the gates open #love you all

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A new life?

Part 5! My power keeps going out and has been keeping me from the internet, so this time the late update isnt actually on me😃👍 i still apologize. And plus this part is a bit lackluster because of my impatience, so as compensation, next part will be out within the next 24 hours.

If you haven't read part 1 click here, consecutive parts will be linked at the bottom of each part.

Contains: Angst, a lot of it, and it turns into comfort.

Overview: It'd been almost a year, and still no one had any clue where you had gone. Diluc still could not look for you, so a certain someone decides to take it into his own hands. Meanwhile in Liyue, an old friend returns to look for you as well...

Gn reader, "You/your" pronouns, no specified name. Aether is the chosen traveler, because yes.

Diluc Ragnvindr was usually predictable.

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The reclusive man was not one for idle chatting or exchanging pleasantries. He was a man of business, and whenever the rare occasion comes by where he does hold a conversation, it was exclusively about said business.

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Being the lead in the wine industry left daily life as tedious and uninteresting as anyone could possibly think.

His life was a simple one from the eyes of outsiders.

In the early morning, when the sun had yet to peek up over the endless ocean's distant horizon to the east, the well-known winery owner would have long since been awake and preparing for a day full of sales and paperwork, after which he would drop by the tavern he owned to take inventory and replace or restock whatever was needed, then he would go back to the winery to work at his desk and prepare for the next day. That was the cycle the citizens of Mondstadt saw the head of the Ragnvindr clan to have.

At least, that's what he led people to believe.

The Cavalry Captain honestly felt a bit sorry for the people who were so foolish to believe the façade that his dearest brother put on.

Oh, how much they didn't know...

Indeed, the life of the world's leading Wine Tycoon was a dull one, but Diluc was not just that.

He was so much more than just that.

If only the people knew...

Even excluding his vigilantism, there was so much that they did not know. Diluc was unpredictable and mysterious at best. Underestimating him and assuming him to be nothing more than the nobleman he presented himself as would be a grievous mistake for anyone to make.

Which is what led Kaeya to undoubtedly believe his brother was not as apathetic about your disappearance as he let on. Diluc may be able to fool all of Mondstadt's citizens, maybe even his enemies, but the scarlet-haired man could not possibly fool him.

No one knew Diluc better than Kaeya did. His nonchalance and blasé attitude was nothing more than a false front.

You had meant everything to him. Every day the two of you spent together were the happiest of his life. You had always been there for him, staying up well into the night, waiting for him to return home to you. Even long before your friendship grew to love you were always there when he needed company after long days of fulfilling his duties as a knight, and you were there for him as he grieved his father's passing. You had waited for him when he himself had disappeared, having left his vision behind and going on his path for vengeance against the people that had caused Crepus Ragnvindr's death.

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You were his Sun. The light he always looked for when glooming storm clouds darkened the sky.

You were his Moon, when the absence of daylight turned the world bleak and cold, your presence lighting his way.

You were his Star, guiding him home, to where you waited for him with open arms.

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And now you were gone...

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How could he possibly pretend his world hadn't frozen over with the loss of the sun?

How could he pretend he wasn't lost, plunged into a darkness he couldn't escape.

It seemed that pretending would be an impossible task.

Yet there he was, wandering hopelessly in the dark, hiding the frost with thickly veiled lies.

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Lies that his brother easily saw through.

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But ultimately he understood why his fiery counterpart hid under those lies. After all, he had done so himself, having hid his past from his found family for so many years... Kaeya knew from experience how these delicately woven lies needed to be kept from unraveling lest destruction come upon those he had come to love.

So it was his duty as Diluc's brother to aid him from the shadows and try to find as much information as he could on where you might have gone.

Even though the redhead had banished him from his life and has forsaken him as a brother, Kaeya swore that he would help Diluc. Even if he was not welcome in his life and would never again be...

He had sworn to his adoptive father that he would protect his family at all costs. He was not going to stand idly by and watch the anxiety of not knowing if you were even alive and not being able to even try to look for you eat away at his brother.

Diluc may not be able to look for you, but Kaeya could. He will search for you for his brother's sake and for yours, not as a knight, but as family. If not for Diluc's sake, for yours. You were his family just as much as Diluc was.

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And just so, months he spent looking for you, looking for anything that could at least confirm that you were alright. Alive...

He used every resource at his disposal and pulled in many favors, doing everything he could and pulling every string in his web of connections to track you down only to find, to his great annoyance and frustration, dead ends. He had gone so far as to send his black market scouts in to infiltrate several bandit groups, thinking of every possible place you could have gone.

You truly seemed to have disappeared into thin air.

The most he could find was that you had rented a room at an inn near Springvale at the edge of Dragonspine's icy landscape a few days after you left the City of Wind. The poor innkeeper had thought nothing of it, mindlessly assuming you were only planning on going out to the countryside, wanting to get away from the ever bustling city, as most travelers did. Upon hearing that you had disappeared entirely, they had tried their best to remember, which way had you gone after you left early the morning after? Which road did you take?

But try as they might, they could not recall such a specific detail from almost a whole year prior. Only that another traveler had recently come by asking about you, only to have received the same answers.

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This was bad. This was the only lead Kaeya had managed to dig up, only to have it yet again be a dead trail.

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For a while Kaeya was fearful. Had you gone into the icy mountain range?

If you had, you would not survive a single day.

Even the most experienced travelers had met a grisly end at the hands of the treacherous landscape and sub-zero temperatures, and you were no adventurer. You didn't even have a vision and had no training in weaponry. You had no way to protect yourself in a place so dangerous...

And after traversing through the snowy landscape himself, the blue haired knight had came to the conclusion that even if you had entered Dragonspine, it would be impossible to find traces of you after so much time.

Even if you had fallen to the frost or to one of the many monstrous creatures that roamed the tundra, your body would not be able to be recovered, likely being hidden under many months' worth of snow and ice...

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But Kaeya would not accept that ending. He would not give up believing that you willingly entered a region so dangerous, with near to no guarantee you would survive.

'You were smarter than that,' he thought to himself.

You had to have gone farther than Dragonspine...

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Could you have gone to the neighboring nation? If you had, how has his informants not heard of you?

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Surely you couldn't be so close by...

Right? They would have heard of you...

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Even Diluc would have heard through the grapevine about you if that were the case, what with so many merchants and travelers coming and going between the two nations and lounging in the taverns in the city, drunkenly discussing their newest findings and news carried from across the borders.

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Even the Traveler himself had been through Liyue recently. If you were there, wouldn't he have heard from you? Or maybe even seen you passing by through the streets? You and the Traveler were friends. Surely he would recognize you.

Though, even if he did, he would have told your family where you were. That you were safe. Alive...

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Surely he would...

Wouldn't he...?

‎‎‎‎‎‎

"Aether please."

The golden haired boy stared at you incredulously. He just could not understand. Why were you hiding in Liyue? Did you not know how worried your family was? They didn't even know whether you were alive or not.

He tugged on his arm that was held in your vice-like grip keeping him from racing to the nearest waypoint as he was intending. He needed to tell your family! Your poor mother had been inconsolable for months now!

Aether had not had the time to walk around Liyue Harbor for quite a while, having only recently returned from the Nation of Eternity. He'd been left to deal with the aftermath of the chaos he left behind for a while and had finally gotten some time to relax.

He had gone to Mondstadt first, excited to see you again, to share his stories with you as he usually did, only to find out you were missing? And hearing talk about a divorce?

What in Teyvat had happened while he was gone?!

And oh, Paimon was infuriated on having missed out on so much drama.

‎‎‎‎‎

After telling your distraught family that unfortunately, no, he had no clue as to where you could have gone, he himself set off to look for you. He couldn't believe that yet again he was left looking for someone he cared so much for.

Aether was exhausted, and had gone to the Harbor as a last ditch effort to ask a certain someone that always knew everything that happened within Liyue's borders, needing to know whether you even passed through the nation at all, only to find you casually sitting at a restaurant table?! As though everything was fine?

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"Have you lost your mind?"

The words that left his mouth ended up being more bitter than he intended. He just could not understand.

"Aether wait, I-"

"No," he hissed, realizing that he needed to keep his voice lowered. People would start to stare, being inexplicably drawn toward even the slightest bit of drama. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, even slightly, he continued, "Do you not realize how many people are looking for you? Your family, your friends-"

"Those people, Aether-" you interrupted with a strained whisper, "was exactly what made me leave."

Your voice was lowered, trying to avoid having the people sitting near you overhear. But your golden haired friend was not having any of it.

"You cant be serious-"

"Aether, I couldn't take it anymore... I had to leave," your grip on his pale wrist tightened as you felt tears well up and obscure your eyesight.

‎‎‎‎‎

Your and Aether's conversation had drawn some attention now, you could feel the curiosity radiating from the few people around you. You needed to explain to Aether why you left and why you couldn't have anything from your past follow you now. You couldn't let Aether leave and have your life you've built for yourself crumble, not now. You've worked too hard.

"Please can I talk to you and Paimon about this somewhere quieter? In private?" ‎

So much for keeping things secret...

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A giant manhandling a tiny, like grip too tight and inspecting everything, and putting the tiny in their pant pocket. This would produce so much angst. Also being rolled under a shoe or something like that. For The Plot. Torture them For The Plot. Trust me For The Plot.

For The Plot

For The Plot, I want to sincerely apologize for how long this took for me to respond. I hope you enjoy it! I trusted you for the plot, and I really like the plot, and will definitely need to continue for the plot.

Seriously, thank you for this ask! I truly adored it, and I hope you have a wonderful rest of you day!

The Enigma Known As Scott

Rundown: To torture a Scott, he needs to be human, completely surrounded by giants. Worst part, he sounds like a mouse to them.

Warnings: Cursing, treating people as lesser than, dehumanization, talking over someone, mentions of death, mentions of killing, comprehending barrier

The Editor finally said it was my turn with the Writing Motivation

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Scott has always been an enigma to those who work under Fazbear Entertainment.

On one hand, his name is known by everyone, from the managers of each restaurant to the newly hired night guard. On the other hand, no one really knew who he was, the face and person behind the name.

Truthfully, it was for the best. If the night guard’s survived the night and realized he hadn’t perished like the recordings suggested, he wasn’t in danger of having someone give him a rightful punch in the face. Not to mention the tempers of a few of the restaurant managers making it clear he’s despised and they wouldn’t hesitate to make his life hell if they ever met. Especially considering he is the only human working for the company.

It hadn’t always been that way. Back when Afton and Henry had been partners, the company had been first established as a children’s restaurant for both giants and humans. As safely as you can when 5 year olds are capable of holding a full grown adult in a fist. But the animatronics had two stages built, a giant and human version they could transfer between to when the other wasn’t playing.

It was incredibly advanced technology. Meaning when Henry disappeared, Afton didn’t have the knowledge or patience to continue in the practice. And due to being a giant, the restaurants naturally shifted to giant-only locations.

Of course, that didn’t stop the sadistic man from keeping Scott as an employee. The human could no longer be a waiter like before, but he was well suited to relaying information Afton requested. The perfect errand-boy to continue with assisting on new-hires, reports, inspections, and stepping in when certain things weren’t being done correctly.

It was all strictly done over the phone, with inspections conducted in the few hours between everyone leaving after the restaurants were locked up and the night guard coming in for their shift.

He couldn’t do it any other way. Being the only human means every employee is capable of sweeping him up. Pocketing him. Rolling their eyes before not listening to a word he said just because he’s no more than three inches tall to them. It was a matter of keeping his sanity and life intact while working for a cruel man who will never let him quit other than through death.

Not to mention, he sounds like a squeaking mouse to every giant unless talking on the phone, or they wear a device that amplifies his voice. And unless they live or interact with a human daily, no giant in a giant-only location will have one.

And despite all of this, Afton still thinks he’s not tortured enough.

That’s how Scott finds himself hiding under the cashier counter at Freddy Fazbear’s during the restaurant's open hours. With tens of children screaming so loudly he can’t even hear the sound of his heart beating. Trembling from sheer terror because just as he feared, no one can understand him. And Afton lied about having the animatronics unlocked past 6am to help him get safely out of the restaurant.

He should have seen it coming. Should’ve known the bullshit excuse of needing to test the four original animatronic’s trigger for returning to the stage once the night shift ended was just to get him trapped. Should’ve known the comment of Vincent being out of commission was to warn him the purple man wouldn’t be around to help him.

It’s not like he could’ve said no. If he called the bluff, Afton would only smile and say it better be done.

...it’s not like he’s transversed through the giant restaurant before. Albeit without the numerous giants running around without looking down to make sure no one ends up underfoot, or the staff that shrieked and tried to stomp on him when he first attempted to greet them in the hopes Afton was in a ‘good mood’. But he’s done it. Knows where the hidden door his size sits. Can carefully make his way there before escaping in one piece.

He can do it.

Scott takes a deep breath. Flinches as someone steps only a few feet away, the shoe longer than he is tall. Scans the area after gaining the courage to lean out a few inches.

He pales at the sight before him. Of yards of open air between him, and the hallway that leads to his freedom, nothing but long tables meant for parties and giants sitting in every chair offering cover.

Scott looks at the doors that could fling him across the room when the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, his eyes immediately darting up.

Bright blue eyes stare at him with interest. Blue eyes Scott knows anywhere. Fear racing through him at the thought of Mike realizing there’s a human in the restaurant.

Out of the hundreds, possibly thousands of night guards that had been hired, Scott has only personally known a hand full. Mike Schmidt being one of them.

It’s hard not to. After surviving for two full months, that earns respect in his eyes. So did the fact he hadn’t been screamed at for misleading him about impending death. Cursed at, yes, but he learned quickly Mike cursed at everything. But the young man nearly gained enough trust for Scott to reveal he was human.

Almost. His terror for what the giant would do won out. And it only got worse once Mike became Mike and Jeremy. Followed by Eggs, and James. Caleb, Fritz. There were too many giants who could spread the information from outside the group of those who got phone calls strictly to ensure they were alive. And once David was added, he knew he could never tell the owner of Fazbear Entertainment or else never get another report sent to him or a single call answered again.

The thing is, while he has nightly calls with Mike and those who have earned the giant’s loyalty, Mike has never seen him. And he knows better than to hope the guard wears the device to turn his squeaking into the familiar voice over the phone.

Scott jerks away from the edge, darting into the darkness in the hopes Mike will shrug off spotting a human like he does with almost everything else. Prays that working in place with the sick day guard’s shift is more important than investigating.

For good measure he moves to the other side of the counter. Winces at the realization his only path is the one with the most movement and least amount of cover. But it’s not like he can wait until the restaurant closes. He missed his chance trying to get to the hallway before the day shift arrived by trusting Afton of all people.

Scott takes another deep breath, attempting to calm his trembling as he aims himself toward the wall. Because at least there he’s almost guaranteed safety from shoes. Less so from being spotted.

God, don’t let me die.

He ducks under the counter before starting his sprint.

Only to scream in fear as a shoe lands directly in front of him.

“No, no, no!”

Scott attempts to scramble away, back to the safety of the counter, only to trip over his feet as he falls to the ground.

Before he can even think, there’s warmth surrounding him. Warmth he is all too familiar with. And then fingers finally appear in his vision.

“NO-!”

His scream is cut off as a hand grabs him before he’s squeezed. It doesn’t loosen as he’s being lifted. And any struggle only has the grip get even tighter he can barely breathe.

Suddenly, the hand frees him, and he tumbles into near pitch black darkness as his scream finally finishes.

Scott gasps for air as he attempts to see where he is, yelping when everything moves, jolting with what seems to be a giant stepping. A lot more pronounced than when he’s sitting in the chest pocket of Vincent’s uniform. And yet he can’t help but feel like he is in one as he realizes he’s surrounded by fabric.

There’s a few more steps until everything stops. Scott quickly attempts to stand up, find a way out. Yells as a hand suddenly invades his space.

“No, let me go, let me go!”

He kicks at the fingers as they attempt to curl around him. Shoves at the digits in a futile attempt to keep them from grabbing him, not wanting to be squeezed more than his ribs can take.

Of course, the hand wins, a finger stroking his back, oblivious to his frantic want to get out where is he!

...those are children screaming.

Scott nearly stops breathing when he realizes he’s still in the restaurant. The giant might’ve made it clear he better not fight, but he isn’t being taken away from Fazbear’s. Just being held captive in a pocket. A pant pocket of someone just...standing.

Against his better judgement, he carefully settles down. Terrified what might happen. Doesn’t know who holds him. But they didn’t stomp on or crush him, and they aren’t taking him home to be a pet...yet.

He doesn’t know how long the giant stands for. He hears a booming voice fairly close, and then the giant begins to walk, this time the hand closing around him the moment he started to fight with the assumption now is when his fate will be determined.

“We’re alone now, fucker.”

Scott jolts as the voice rumbles through the air, a voice he recognizes. The voice that says Mike decided to investigate. Trembles with the uncertainty if it would be better or worse to have that giant being the one holding him.

Nothing happens. Not even a finger nudging him or the hand closing in a warning he better respond.

“M-Mike?” he begins, shoving at the nearest digit. The hand moves at that, curling around him before he’s lifted out, ducking away from the blinding light until he’s greeted with a familiar smirk.

“You okay, asshole?”

Scott stares. Because Mike can’t recognize him. Meaning he’s only a stranger to the giant, and so he will be treated as a random human that was found. And yet he doesn’t know how Mike reacts to humans.

Will he be let go? Will he be put into a cage? Will they ever figure out it’s him?

The worse part is he wants to trust the giant before him. He knows Scott can trust Mike. As long as Mike knows it’s Scott.

“Can you put, uh, m-me down?” Scott attempts, pointing toward the-

The human goes deathly still as fingers suddenly pinch the arm, unable to move, unable to breathe.

“Your arm’s fucked up?”

Scott can only watch as catastrophic digits capable of snapping his arm gently check for injuries. And then the other one is checked just as carefully.

“Anything else?”

The giant can’t understand him. And as eerie as it is being watched by eyes as big as his head, he’s being listened to for the most part. Meaning a dramatic and slow head shake should get him to what he wants.

“Good,” Mike grins. “So do all goddamn humans squeak like the fucking Jerber?”

At least they’re getting somewhere, and Scott feels better about humans who are strangers not becoming pets by this particular giant. Though it’s safe to assume Mike has never interacted with a human based on that answer.

Scott hesitates before nodding to earn a thoughtful look.

“Shit, maybe he can understand you. Want to fucking meet him?”

Scott finds himself nodding because he doesn’t think leaving Mike’s side would be the best idea. He was grabbed and squeezed before being put into a pant pocket, but the giant clearly has no malice. And if he stays with the guard, Vincent will have an easier time finding him.

Despite the fear this could go from bad to worse on how Jeremy reacts, Scott can’t help kicking when it seems like he’s about to be put back in the suffocating pocket. At least this giant doesn’t get upset and instead looks at him for an answer.

“Chest pocket!”

His pointing manages to convey the preferred method of transportation, even if Mike accidentally drops him a little too high into the hammock of fabric. The point is he was listened to, making the walk much more enjoyable.

Scott curls into a ball as he finally allows everything to catch up to him. Including the fact he agreed to have a second giant interact with him. About if he wants to try and let them know the lost human is the Scott on the phone.

He’s safe with Mike if this scenario ever happens again without the revelation. But what if Jeremy won’t let him leave in the fear he’ll get hurt? And what if he tells them and it spreads through the entire group?

“Jerber!”

Scott blinks at the realization they’re already at Mike and Jeremy’s apartment, the trembles coming back. Looking up in the hope he can plead to stay in the pocket when the sight of a hand reaching for him cuts it off, replaced with a yell as he’s scooped up effortlessly.

He doesn’t have time to orient himself before a finger is ruffling his hair. That earns a hand whacking the intrusion away as he growls. “Michael!”

“Sorry, asshole move,” the giant concedes. Which only settles Scott’s nerves slightly, unable to help the fact he feels like a pet to the guard.

“M-Mike!” has Scott whirling around at the greeting. Staring at Jeremy walking closer before the curly haired guard perks up at the sight of a human in Mike’s hand. “W-W-Where did you find a-a human?”

“Bastard was at the restaurant.”

“Can I h-h-h-hold him?”

Scott shakes his head. Backs away from the cupped hands waiting patiently for him to be transferred into. “Wait!”

He didn’t expect Mike to listen, nor for Jeremy to immediately become concerned. “A-Are they okay?”

Jeremy can’t understand him either. No one they talk to will. As kind as they are, he can’t explain he’s Scott who needs to get back home, or at the very least back to Afton. Because there’s no reason for giants living in a giant-only section to interact with humans.

“You okay, asshole?” Mike asks. Knowing he’ll only get squeaks, which makes this so much better yet so much worse.

Even if he wanted to, he can’t even say he’s Scott because-

...because they’re not talking on the phone.

Scott waves his arms in a big wait motion before pulling out his phone. Pissed with himself for not thinking about that earlier.

Tenses as Jeremy jumps when his phone rings before answering it. “Sc-Scott?”

“Jeremy, I’m the human Mike’s holding.”

The squeak that made Mike believe that Jeremy could understand him emits as the young giant stares at him in shock. “Scott?”

“Phone Guy?”

Scott yells as the hand suddenly turns against him, terror flooding as fingers curl around him before he’s lifted in front of Mike’s face.

“Asshole, why didn’t you fucking tell me? Are you okay? Did I goddamn hurt you?”

“Y-You know you can’t h-h-hide i-injuries from Mike,” Jeremy pipes up after he doesn’t respond for too long. Too afraid if Mike is truly upset with him for not saying he was human.

“I-I’m fine,” Scott finally murmurs. Jumps when he hears his own voice ring as loudly as a giant’s from the phone changed to speaker.

“Have other giant assholes fucked with you?” Mike asks. The human finds himself unable to respond as he’s carried into the kitchen, breathing in relief as he’s finally allowed to climb onto solid ground.

He stumbles as both Mike and Jeremy sit down at the table, fingers catching him to find Jeremy watching him with worry. “Are y-you hurt?”

Scott slowly backs away from Jeremy’s hand before hesitating. “No. Are...are really you upset I didn’t tell you I was human?”

“No, bastard,” Mike immediately responds. “I’m pissed I grabbed your ass and you didn’t say you were goddamn Phone Guy.”

Jeremy laughs. “H-He couldn’t squeak Ph-Phone G-G-Guy.”

“Like fuck he couldn’t,” Mike defends. “I’m fluent in shitty squeaks.”

“Could’ve fooled me, Michael,” Scott can’t help smiling as he’s gifted with a smirk. It turns into a shout as he whacks at the finger poking his side. “Stop that!”

“If you promise you’re goddamn okay.”

“I’m fine,” Scott scowls. “I’ve been grabbed harsher.”

“Th-Th-That won’t happen anymore,” Jeremy proclaims. Something that should make Scott worried they won’t let him out of their sight.

Mike nods, and he doesn’t know if he can breathe. “I’m sorry for the shitty grab, but we won’t goddamn do it again unless you say okay. Not even Douche Bag will touch you.”

And that’s when Scott realizes he should’ve told them a long time ago. The promise at least one giant at every location will be there for him if Vincent isn’t lurking in his shadow.

“...can we hold off on telling Eggs and David?”

“M-M-Maybe we never d-do,” Jeremy suggests, wincing at the realization Scott is handheld to all of them.

“They pull shit on you, I’m fucking stepping on them.”

“Until then, you’re getting earpieces so I don’t have to call you to talk.”

Scott freezes when the last of his sentence doesn’t make the air rumble, looking up at Jeremy in confusion before the giant’s phone is looked at the same time the human spots the ‘disconnected’ words on the screen.

“S-Sugar, it died.”

“Fuck.”

“Jerber’ll charge it,” Mike waves, smirking down at Scott as the younger goes to plug in his phone. “Wanna help cook lunch, Phone Guy?”

“No,” the human begins, glancing toward the rest of the kitchen with silverware he could sit in. “Sounds like disaster waitING-!”

Scott yells as he’s swept into a hand. The hand of a certain guard who looks more than happy to have his mentor so easily grabbable.

“That was a fucking ‘yes’ squeak.”

“Michael!”

“Uh, M-Mike?” Jeremy quickly intervenes, Scott well aware his dramatic squirming that’s more based on principle rather than true anger is being watched with concern. “You shouldn’t h-hold him wh-wh-while y-you cook.”

Mike hums in thought. “Counter or Jerber, Phone Guy?”

Scott huffs. Points toward Jeremy. Admits he doesn’t mind sitting in the stuttering kid’s cupped hands and far away from the counter being piled with utensils and food.

“I-I-I can put you o-on the table,” Jeremy murmurs. Beams as the human makes a point to relax completely to state he prefers the giant’s warmth.

He’ll worry about Afton’s wrath not getting back to his office until tonight later. And hopefully the day when Eggs gets his hands on him, or David getting the opportunity to stomp on him is far away.

For now, he couldn’t ask for better giants.

“Can Phone Guy be put in the fucking sauce?"

“No!”

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Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

Thanks to @ellionne for the tag :) I have not written/posted as much as I would have like lately, but I've really enjoyed writing what I HAVE posted.

Hope you guys have too!

Demon in the Details - Do you think you're clever or something? (Chapter 2/?)

Harry Potter || Tomarrymort

Fuck, it’s gorgeous. Tom groaned, inwardly of course. He wasn’t going to show the demon any weakness, especially such an exploitable one such as attraction. But Tom desired power in all its forms, and this demon echoed with power.

2. Come on Down, to Hadestown (Chapter 4/8)

Harry Potter || Tomarrymort, Hinny

And so he left Harry there in the forest, with only memories and a burning ankle. Tom returned to the Otherworld and reinserted himself back into the daily workings of the court, charming disgruntled judges and finally etching the snake carvings that will function as his new spy network among the jury.

3. (Don't you know what you're finding? This is) heaven in hiding

Harry Potter || Harry/Bill/Fleur

Not for the first time, Harry considered the merits of lodging a formal complaint about The Hogwarts Career Counseling Session.

4. Helluva Way to Find You, Wasn't It? (Chapter 3/3)

Harry Potter || Sirry

Harry’s fingers traced the ridges and dips of his glass, knowing better than to fill the empty tumbler up for a fifth time. He’d already had to cast a weak sobering charm on himself before Sirius handed over the latest mix. He was trying to keep himself from any other form of fidgeting as he waited. Sirius was clearly still processing that his godson would eventually be serving an eternal deity as a conduit between the worlds of the living and the dead. Old news for Harry, but he could see how someone new to such knowledge would be having somewhat of a mental breakdown over it.

5. I walk the line

Harry Potter || Sirry

The vial would be innocuous if Harry didn’t know it for the deception it was.

6. The Puddlemere United Calendar Fiasco of 2002-03

Harry Potter || Harry/Fred/George, Perciver

“It’s a lucky day to be a reserve, ain’t it boys,” Peregrine Derrick sighed out as he and his two teammates who had shown up to the pitch early took in the new photographer’s set up, the makeup artists who had spread their products out on the seven brought-in vanities, and the racks of navy and gold clothing. Oliver Wood and Harry Potter, the only other Hogwarts graduates who’d earned spots on Puddlemere United’s starting lineup for the upcoming season, grunted and nodded their agreement, respectively.

7. scars (to your beautiful)

Harry Potter || Tomarrymort

Mirrors aren’t one of Harry’s favorite pieces of furniture. It still catches him off guard, at times, that favored pieces of furniture are things he can have these days. Preferences have never stopped feeling like an item he couldn’t afford. But he has a house now, one of his own that is firmly his own. An interior that he can decorate as he wishes, a pantry he can stock as full to bursting as his anxiety would like.

8. you look so perfect standing (sitting) there

Haikyuu!! || Kenhina

As he put his hair up in the half-bun he’d been favoring recently and sighed, Kenma knew he was being ungrateful. So many people would kill or do other equally exhausting things in order to have as distinctive a guide to their soulmate as he had, but he’s already sixteen years old in a city as bustling and global as Tokyo, and the glaringly bright orange hair he’s been dealing with since his fifth birthday hasn’t led him to anyone or anything besides a lot of odd looks.

9. The Loveliest Crown of Thorns You Ever Did See

Harry Potter || Tomarrymort

Sirius is full of shit. This isn’t a surprise nor a realization. It’s a fact Harry has always known. He’s lived with his godfather for more years than he even had with his parents before their deaths, so Harry is well aware of the utter nonsense Sirius is willing to let spew from his mouth to achieve his end goal, whatever it may be.

10. Entwined (Chapter 9/?)

Harry Potter || Tomarry, Jily, Wolfstar

“Harry!” Lucas’s yell cut through the air and had all four Potters turning around at the sound. They should have been looking south anyway, Harry realized, considering the train station was, well . . . somewhere vaguely that direction. Harry felt a little sheepish at not knowing where the station actually was, but his dad always apparated them, or they took a Portkey when they left the country, so how was he to know? His mother’s laugh broke him out of his thoughts. “Your friend sure has a lot of energy for a boy who’s been on a train for the past five hours, Har.”

Most of my go-to writers to ping have already been tagged, so I don't want to double tag y'all (but know that I'm tagging you in my heart). So I'll throw this to the two who I haven't seen hit with this yet and save the other eight a double notification. You're up, @lerya-fanfic, @alissiawrites! (If you want to, that is!)

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Hey yall, Hey! This may possibly be a difficult blog to follow with so a bit of a disclaimer. Some of my family history with mental illness, drug addiction and abuse will be mentioned. Please protect your heart and mind and proceed with caution if you so choose to continue reading.

I sit almost daily with my thoughts. One in particular, "my life was/is a shit show. There's no way people are going to believe I went through all of this." While I am an open book, some stuff I hold close because of this very thought. In all honesty, this thought is encompassed with fear and protection. I'm afraid that some of the deepest darkest things I've experienced won't be believed. Sure, who cares? Well, I do. If I'm not believed, then Little Me is silenced again. AND THAT THOUGHT is still what needs healing!

I came into this world swinging. My biological mother was addicted to crack/cocaine. She hit before I made it earthside, and I was born addicted as well. I used to be ashamed that I was "Crack baby." Especially growing up in the 90s. The many foster homes I jumped around to had no problem bringing it to my attention. I was slightly bullied for being a crack baby, a foster kid, and having a mother who was addicted to it and known for sleeping around town to get it. I say slightly because I learned how to fight early, and I didn't play those games. I also knew my mother was going to come back for me, and if you said anything that didn't align with that, I was meeting you on the blacktop or the streets... imagine little 5 year old me scrappin. Yeah... I know... Plot twist. She never came and that was the best thing that could ever happen. Save this for another blog.

I fought away from home because I could never fight at home. I say quite often that my memory from childhood is a blessing and a curse but mostly a curse. I remember my first assaults happening while I was in pull-ups. I didn't understand what was happening, clearly, but I remember being told that it was okay, because this is how "dads show their love" My biological father was nonexistent but my foster parent at the time had a boyfriend... And we were to call any man she had "dad"... I was potty trained fairly early, however, I'd have accidents quite often... sometimes they were true accidents out of fear and other times once I caught on... they were intentional. Somehow, I felt a whooping was far greater than "dad's love" and other times, well, both were equally unbearable.

I became too much of a problem for this foster home and eventually social services came and got me. I moved to another foster home but I never escaped the assaults and the abuse. Each home I went to became worse than the one before. The physical, emotional, mental, sexual abuse I endured is unfathomable at times. I also sit and wonder how I really went through this all and managed to make it to this day to write about it all. The simple answer is God! I'm a firm believer that He covered my heart and mind for all of these years because He knew there was a purpose far greater than I could have ever dreamed for myself and nothing... NO THING OR PERSON was going to stop that. To say I don't struggle mentally about it all would be a lie. I have PTSD, depression and anxiety. Looking at me, you'd have no idea but baaaaaby it's rough. However, I do the work to heal and find healthy coping mechanisms to get me through on the hardest days.

Peloton plays a huge role in my mental fortitude. On days when I am unable to get into a therapy session, I check in to therapy on my bike, mat, or treadmill. Movement is really medicine. I say all of this to say that we all have stories. We all have journies, and while they may not all be the same, one thing we all hold in common is our truth. We all hold autonomy over them, and there isn't a soul on earth that can take it from us. So, while my story (this is a TINY fraction of what I've endured) is absolutely horrid and unbelievable to someone out there, my truth is mine. I KNOW there's someone out there who is living or lived, maybe even a fraction of what I did who needs to hear it and may find solace in knowing they are not alone and that there's so much beautiful life to be lived beyond the confinment of our Trauma. For that very reason, I will continue to honor not only the things that have made me the person I am today, but I will forever honor Little Me, who deserves to be free and validated... BY ME! May you find the courage one day to do the same!

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bethcartoonist · 2 years

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The Gilligan Family

The future family of Numbuh 5 and Numbuh 2 (Going Clockwise: Abigail, Hoagie, Hogarth III, Homer and Jodie)

Hogarth Pennywhistle Gilligan III

Hoagie and Abby’s eldest son. A teenager whose presence is mostly seen through the shambles of mess and food he leaves around the house. When he is around, he can usually be heard complaining.

- 14 years old

- He’s always either at the mall or at school, so he’s not often home. Even when he is around, his face is always hidden

- Named for his grandfather. To carry on his spirit

- Was given his mother’s hat when he was younger. He doesn’t wear it anymore but keeps it hanging on his room door.

- Despite being a teenager, he’s still quite civil to his brother and is pretty harmless. Sector V still keeps him (or at least his room) under surveillance though.

Homer Thomas Gilligan (Numbuh 7)

The Writing Operative and 2x4 technology officer of the current Sector V. Loyal, hardworking and a little awkward, Homer often acts as a support to the team in many ways. Whether in battle, missions or off duty, he’s a capable presence who always comes through for them.

- 10 years old

- His middle name, Thomas, is a nod to his uncle.

- His code number is a reference to Cree Summer’s (voice of Numbuh 5) comment that if she was in the KND, she’d pick 7 as her number.

- He is said to be a great storyteller and does the daily logs for Sector V, hence his role as Writing Operative. He often puts his own twist on it of course, dabbling in a few writing genres

- He wishes to invent more original 2x4 technology items instead of following existing blueprints, but his inventions always end up exploding. The only successful thing he made is Roku’s signature weapon.

Jodie Gilligan

Hoagie and Abby’s daughter. Hogarth III and Homer’s little sister. A very cheery and giggly baby.

- 11 months old

- Her name is Hebrew in origin, an allusion to the Gilligans’ Jewish heritage

- She is very attracted to candy, despite not being old enough to eat it yet (her teeth haven’t come in). Can get EXTREMELY aggravated if she finds candy and someone takes it from her

- Shows quite good mobility for a baby, being able to quickly sneak up on people and climb on high-ish surfaces

- Is probably the only one that happily laughs at her father’s jokes

Abigail Gilligan née Lincoln

Part-time Teacher at McClintock High School and Full-Time mom, Abi still manages to find a way to maintain her laid-back cool attitude through it all. When she’s not grading papers, or getting gum out of her kids’ hair, she often spends her time reading or painting.

- 38 years old

- Secretly still a KND member with the rest of Sector V.

- Was in Wally’s band as the keyboardist in their high school days

- Often goes to ice cream parlours, soda fountains and candy stores with Hoagie on dates to sample the flavours.

- Splits the house duties with Hoagie. As she tells the kids: “Your dad cooks, I do the taxes and whoever loses at thumb wrestling has to clean.”

Hoagie P. Gilligan Jr

A pilot at the airport, he opted to work on short-haul flights so he wouldn’t be away from his family so much. Fun-loving and jovial, he dotes on his wife and tries to be a cool dad to his kids (despite the bad jokes he keeps telling)

- 37 years old

- Secretly still a KND member with the rest of Sector V.

- Is close with his son Homer. They usually spend time building stuff in the garage together. Both are still trying to figure out why Homer’s inventions always end up exploding

- His penchant for telling his bad jokes has only gotten worse over the years, but he says that he now has a right as a dad to say them.

- Only started dating Abby in their early 20s and got married a few years later

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All the seriously queer stuff in the back half of Sailor Moon

In case it wasn't obvious when I released a little mini-RPG a few months ago where you basically play as the villains, I've been gradually making my way through the entire run of Sailor Moon for the past year or so. Specifically I'm watching the 2014 Viz dub that covers all 200 episodes, trying to be as faithful as they can with it. It's been a really interesting experience, since I absolutely watched the old DiC dub back in the day, saw a fansub of one of the movies around the same time, and heard plenty of things about the missing seasons (particularly the infamous "cousins" thing from the Cloverway dub) over the years, and now I have all the context. And the context gets really shockingly overtly queer, turns out!

So first, let's just all get on the same page with the English language localizations of Sailor Moon over the years. Back in the 90s, Sailor Moon aired… well everywhere, with the English language version being a dub from DiC, which I will go to my grave defending as probably the best dub of anything I can think of. Fantastic casting all around, changes to the soundtrack that were actually for the better (keeping all the melodies but recording new versions that… aren't optimized to sound show-perfect when recreated by the cheapest sound generators one can shove in a toy, plus some original songs shoved into a few episodes). They did make some edits/cuts, but pretty minor ones, especially compared to the complete reworkings most anime of the era went through when coming to American TV, and I'm still not used to Luna not being prissy and British here.

That dub only lasted up through the second season. Past that, there was a dub of seasons 3 and 4 from Cloverway, which had some really questionable performances, and is where the infamous "they're cousins" bit came in. This also aired on TV in some places, but didn't have nearly the same omnipresent distribution as the DiC seasons (… and now I'm feeling old as I ponder whether to explain how local TV affiliates did their own thing back in the broadcast days). Then in the early 2000s there was a DVD release from Pioneer with cut/uncut versions of everything, apparently, which may or may not have recycled those dubs. I don't really have the energy to track that down, specifically. Anyway all the rights expired, gathered dust forever, then Viz picked it up and did this new faithful localization, and it took me about a decade to spot it on a streaming service.

So we've got 5 seasons, 200 episodes total, and a hell of a lot of formulaic structuring here. Every season (or half a season) we've got some main villain with an evil plan we may or may not get any details on, and some small number of underlings who then take their 5-10 episode long turns pursuing their goal in a way that inevitably generates monsters of the week, and meanwhile every season we have another conflict on the good guy side where someone is trying to locate some special person and ignoring the 50 or so obvious signs which main cast member it is while the audience gets frustrated. Oh and each individual episode has the same rigid structure of everyone getting caught up in some wacky teen trend, then there's a monster, they transform and fight a bit to no real end, then Sailor Moon gets around to using a finisher because that's literally the only thing actually capable of ending a fight. Honestly it's less "formulaic TV writing" and more like some sort of daily meditation. No way in hell I'd be able to sit through all of it if I had to look at the screen the whole time. This is background viewing while I work. Oh and I'm assuming everyone has at least enough passing familiarity to understand that if I say the name of a planet I'm talking about a teenage girl who's the reincarnation of some sorta magical girl/sentai squad member.

Season 1 has pretty gay vibes in places, but MOSTLY there's plausible deniability for all of it. We spend about half the season just establishing the characters of Moon Mercury and Mars, then quickly bringing in Jupiter and playing it up like a big shocking reveal for Venus. There's also a bunch of relationship drama between Moon, Tuxedo Mask, and the guy who runs the local arcade that she has a crush on and spends a while thinking is actually Tuxedo Mask instead of his actual identity of uh… a college-aged guy we're saying is the destined love interest of this 14-year old girl he's frankly pretty abusive towards. So, a lot of straight nonsense there. Meanwhile the evil queen's got these 4 generals, two of them are plainly dating, and no matter how you slice it, that's pretty overtly queer, but there's a valid argument to have over how we actually should slice it.

I was aware at the time that the DiC dub just ran with Zoicite here being a woman, making this a straight relationship, and I kinda figured they did a bit of tweaking and editing to hide that this was actually one of those bishonen types who were popular at the time who happened to be gay. Honestly though, watching it through a modern lens, it is REALLY hard to not just see a woman here, even when we're throwing he/him pronouns around. Like, if I'm handling a new dub, I'm just going to say Zoicite is a trans girl, who I'm at least headcanoning as being out for years, on HRT, and at that point where she can put on a suit designed for a man and nah that's a woman wearing a suit. Kinda just wraps around and makes me appreciate the old dub's handling more than the new one.

Season 2 (or R) doesn't really give us anything to work with, if I'm honest. There's probably some gals-being-pals energy amongst the main cast here and there. That's kind of always low-key present, especially with Jupiter, who has the whole big tough girl who wears long skirts thing sorta gay energy, and I want to say she ends up going to a dance with Mercury somewhere early on because one of them can't find a date otherwise.

But, we've got this filler arc with two dark elves in a tree who just kinda both hit on everyone of the opposite gender while the main cast sits in a holding pattern, then we get a proper villain squad not really getting enough spotlight time to have much of anything going on, and this whole weird thing where Moon and Mask's annoying toddler comes back from the future to… brainwash Moon's parents into thinking she's their daughter, and then she gets turned into an evil adult, and there's this whole bit about her having some sort of grim reaper/time guardian as a nanny (this is Pluto, the outer planets really have different things going on)… but again, mostly straight/cis flavored nonsense.

Then suddenly here comes season 3 (or S, pronounced "Super" which makes things real confusing), from a director who would later go on to create Utena, and in addition to just being the single best season of the series for a number of other reasons, everyone is canonically into girls now! It's shockingly overt about establishing that too, and reiterating the point several times.

It all gets started with Uranus and Neptune showing up. We kind of have this three faction conflict this season, where there's a proper main villain and squad of monster making minions, but then there's also this overtly queer power couple whose goal is basically to check out the "pure hearts" monsters of the week keep ripping out of people because they need to check them for these three macguffins they need to… reform the holy grail of all things to give to their leader they're too oblivious to know is actually Moon.

More importantly though, aside from making it abundantly clear that these two are banging every night, they have this very open relationship where Neptune is more than cool with Uranus hooking up with any given girl she's inclined to, and/or grabbing gals for threeways. And like, this isn't me taking a broad interpretation of things, it's weird how directly they just come out and say this. The other thing we have going on is that Uranus is just, like, the butchest of the butch.

Literally everyone just assumes she's a guy when they first meet, and quite a few people go into serious denial when corrected on the matter. And she kinda tends to react to all the misgendering with the sort of bemused nonchalance that makes it pretty easy to read her as actually being nonbinary. I swear there's an episode where she clarifies she's not a guy with that particular sort of emphasis suggesting that doesn't necessarily narrow things down to just "girl," too. And apparently Crystal actually DOES bite the bullet and flat out state she's nonbinary (or at least "both male and female"). That's cool, but there is no way in hell I'm going to sit through Crystal.

Anyway, point is, everybody wants to hook up with Uranus. Everyone. There's a whole episode where the power couple straight up takes Jupiter out on a date, the rest start gossiping about her being out on a date with two girls, everyone starts off shocked, then someone clarifies who it's with and everyone's like "oh, well yeah then I'd take them up on that too," with a little extra push back from Mars before she gets called out as trying to stay in the closet when she's clearly got a stash of photos of hot girls in suits.

This of course really makes me wonder about that Cloverleaf dub and why they went with that whole "cousins" thing to avoid addressing the overt queerness here, instead of taking the same approach DiC did of just making Uranus a guy. This would technically introduce the problem of having a guy in a miniskirt for fight scenes, but, eh, that'd be easier to edit around than you'd think. Uranus generally enters a fight scene pre-transformed firing an attack off from offscreen, arguing with the core cast a little, and leaving. Attacks are stock animation you can drop in anywhere, so that much is easy enough to chop out or replace with Neptune's attack. I don't know how one would even begin to cut around all the overt gay stuff though.

Nothing especially queer going on with the evil side of things. The villains are kind of amazing but too career oriented for relationships. I guess just for the sake of giving full context for the seasons most people haven't seen and fill in the obvious hole in the roster I can mention the eventual deal that the little goth girl Chibi-Usa spends the season hanging out with turns out to be the main villain's daughter, Sailor Saturn, and kind of the antichrist? Like I said, the outer planets aren't just cast expansions, they really have their own stuff going on. She also dies and reincarnates, doing so the long way where she sits the next season out being just a baby, which once again begs the question of whether when everyone dies at the end of the first season they just kinda magically come back to life with missing memories just as a temporary thing for a filler arc to play with or they really dd all reincarnate and have new families a decade and change later. Weird that that never got firmly pinned down.

Anyway though season 4 (AKA Super S, which is pronounced "Supers" and now you see why I prefer just numbers)… sucks and you should skip it. No sense of stakes, no real character work, non-threatening villain, shockingly dull monster designs, no outer planets, an ending that just drags on for what feels like forever and has no payoff. The only things it has in its favor are the inherent absurdity that people are wondering if Chibi-Usa is like full-on dating Pegasus (yes, the horse) and Fish's Eye.

So we have two different miniboss squads this season, the latter of which is a quartet of permanent-child acrobats working for the impressively titled if boring in practice Dead Moon Circus, preceded by three animals-turned-into-humans-by-a-witch with a weird What-you-originally-were's Eye naming scheme. Two of them are just dull slutty guys, but Fish's Eye is plainly and overtly a trans woman, and gets something of an arc about being willing to give up her own humanity for the greater good. It's a shame she's stuck in the practically unwatchable season, but at least she's on the REALLY short list of major villains who gets to have a happy ending. Usually even when someone has a nice redemption arc with the power of love and friendship they still get bumped off by another villain.

Different localizations have done different things with her. Some go "crossdressing gay guy" some just say she's a woman and leave her transness out of it. The 2014 localizaton is pretty unambiguous about though, so, that's really nice. Casting could be better, but still.

Then finally we come to season 5 (Sailor Stars), which I think is even more queer than season 3 was, which is really saying something, and was also directed by someone who would go on to helm another girly show with a serious case of The Genders, Ouran High School Host Club. Structurally it's a bit weird, because the first few episodes are just straight up taking a mulligan on the terrible finale of season 4, this time with the outers in (Saturn hyper-ages back to her standard 10 or whatever and gets a bunch of inexplicable knowledge and memories which is cool but never really paid off), the main villain doing something, and as a shocking rarity for the series, this whole mini-arc where characters are broken into pairs of one inner one outer and get to bounce off each other in a way the series frustratingly usually never does.

More importantly though, at least for this post's purposes, basically the first scene of the season is Uranus and Neptune having a flirty exchange ending with something along the lines of "let's save the pillow talk for when we're actually in bed together later tonight," which sort of sets the tone for just how blatantly these two are talking about their extremely active sex life in no uncertain terms, out in public. Some of the other characters are a bit weirded out by their complete lack of filter, but hey whatever.

The real proper start of the season though has our core cast finally starting high school, once again reminding us that everyone is at LEAST 4 years younger than everything about their designs, interests, and handling of responsibilities would indicate. This also reminds us how deeply creepy the Moon/Tuxedo Mask relationship is, but fortunately he hops a plain to America and is straight up out this season, and as an added bonus Chibi-Moon finally goes back to the future. Before you get too excited she IS shortly replaced with an even younger, barely verbal new mystery gremlin called Chibi-Chibi whose existence nobody can account for, but at least she's actually cute and not akin to the baby from Dinosaurs. More importantly though, as the girls enter high school they end up in a class with the titular Sailor Stars, AKA The Three Lights, AKA Fighter Maker and Healer, a popular boy band who are also a new mysterious set of Sailors with what I assume are intentionally quite confusing gender shenanigans in play.

Normally, they are hot lanky boys, boastful about their masculinity to the point of it bordering on misogyny, but also super super femme, with earings, hair down to their ankles, and very noticeably female VAs in both Japanese and English. Then when there's a fight they're very plainly hot lanky girls in bikinis and one of them has an attack shouting "Star Gentle Uterus!" before hitting a monster with a glob of liquid to a disgusted reaction. And their transformation sequences (and bikinis, and some shirtless scenes) make it absolutely crystal clear that yeah there is some magical reconfiguring of their bodies when making the switch. The show pointedly avoids elaborating on what the deal is past that in terms of which they form they started with/feel more comfortable in/why they switch it up/etc. which would normally frustrate me as one of those Schroedinger's Queer Rep situations, but I very much get the impression that we're going for intentional confusion and ambiguity in service to a general message that if you're into someone you shouldn't have hangups about their gender or what it says about your own sexuality and just kind of accept your feelings and them as a person and I am pretty OK with that.

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The cast is too. Mercury Mars Jupiter Venus and for good measure Luna all kinda spent the entire season fixating on how to hook up with any/all of The Three Lights, meanwhile at basically any moment there isn't a fight scene or some plot exposition happening, Fighter is VERY ACTIVELY pursuing Moon in a sexual fashion, with pretty overtly stated tension before damn near every commercial break over whether this is going to be the scene where Sailor Moon gets absolutely railed by this maybe-genderfluid pop star from another world. And I have to just say as a brief aside that while we obviously never go there, I kinda wish we did? Tuxedo Mask is WAY too old to be dating someone Moon's age, even if we do the thing where we just add 4 to everyone's stated age. Plus he kinda treats her like absolute garbage for the whole show, and even when they're in a more wholesome mode the whole thing feels toxic and messed up. Meanwhile Fighter here is literally the same age, clearly into her, and beyond the one character flaw, an actual decent person. Though again, really damn forward. Still beats the hell out of the guy in college dating a middle schooler, and kinda flirting with his own prepubescent future-daughter.

There's also this huge confrontational thing between Fighter and Uranus, where it's slightly unclear if Uranus is being protective of Moon, violently jealous because Neptune is totally and surprisingly overtly open to hooking up with anyone from this boy band too, or just kinda trying to defend her position as the hot androgynous badass who swept into town with the intent of hooking up with every girl in the zip code eventually. Meanwhile Fighter thinks Uranus is a kind of toxic macho dude and really questions the whole "she's not a guy" thing, which is, you know, interesting. Pluto never really weighs in on this because… Pluto kinda lives outside of time and space and has maybe 8 minutes of real screen time in the entirety of the show.

Past that, we've got a bunch of other gay stuff too! We're back to cranking the general queer energy of the core cast up past the point of plausible deniability with regards to each other and a random girl trying to pass along a love letter with some confusion as to who it's for. It also bears mention that when the full deal of the new characters and their gender flipping comes to light, Jupiter makes an active point of making it clear that she is still 100% down and like, hey, I already knew you were the least conflicted of the bunch about how bi you all are, but I appreciate the active refutation of transphobia is still cool. We've got an honestly adorable pair of villains where one is frankly such a bimbo she's completely incapable of doing the evil general thing on her own or preparing her own food, and her hyper-competent girlfriend helping her out while also having to come up with cover stories because they're supposed to be pitted against each other. They'd definitely get a nice happy ending in one of the even numbered seasons, especially once it's made clear that they're very much being coerced into the evil stuff/taking things down from the inside, but… yeah this season ends up going super dark.

I don't want to totally get into how absolutely pitch dark the big 8-part series finale gets and spoil the hell out of it since if it wasn't clear, the odd numbered seasons are all really good stuff you should watch on your own, plus this one has a bunch of genuine twists, but I have to get into some of it in my mission of explaining how gay it all is. Consider yourself warned.

As happens kind of a lot in Sailor Moon finales, the bulk of the season 1 cast gets killed off once the main villain steps in to start getting her hands dirty, but here it's early enough on in the arc for Moon to really process it and give it the weight that maybe it'll actually stick this time. In particular of course she's worked up about Tuxedo Mask turning out to have died off camera at the start of the season (the impression to that point being that he's too distracted with a trip to America to check his messages or maybe just straight up ghosted her), but then almost as broken up over losing Mars, because yeah, those two in particular actually end up with a surprising amount of low key romantic tension between them by the end of things.

Then once it's time to get the outer planets off the table, all four of them end up in a no-win situation against the villain, who does that villain thing of of offering them a choice of just being killed and having their souls ripped out to be made into new stars (this is kind of her whole thing, see), OR if anyone's up for it, they can switch sides, still get their souls ripped out to be made into stars, but given funky magic bracelets that allow them to stay alive, just, you know, corrupted by evil and acting as her new villain squad. It's actually established right before the last one gets vaporized that all her original henchgals are in fact the Sailors of other planets she forced into the same deal just before the last one gets vaporized for failure, making it that much tragic in retrospect that the cute competence-disparity couple didn't make it.

Anyway, Uranus and Neptune actually take the deal. Like, zero hesitation. Part of it is eventually explained as Uranus having enough faith that she's too into her girlfriend to be fully corrupted and might get a chance to sucker punch the villain with her own soul extractors (which she IS it just doesn't work), and failing that Moon'll probably swing some kinda deus machina (which is an admittedly safe bet, honestly). But another part of it really is just "yeah screw it, if I still get to be with my girlfriend I'll take being evil over being dead" and they really do go through with it and promptly murder their oldest friend and a very young girl. Don't let anyone tell you Sailor Moon is one of those power of love and friendship always triumphs sorta shows. I don't know that the power of love and friendship even ties the scoreboard if we tally things up over the whole series. Oh and the final final final showdown has a nude Sailor Moon with angel wings just trying to hug it out with the main villain, which I guess could also maybe be read as a bit queer.

So yeah. Sailor Moon. When you don't have a puritanical edit, it's queer as hell. Everyone's bi or non-binary-and-sapphic. Several different flavors of trans rep. Goes out on a note of not getting hung up on gender. All of this in a roughly 30 year old series now, aimed at young impressionable girls. … actually for that matter it's also a show aimed at girls with really powerfully horny monster girl designs all over the place. Possibly relevant.

Oh yeah, and maybe consider throwing me some money via Patreon? I can't actually cover next month's rent as things stand.

#sailor moon #queer #gay #lesbian #trans #nonbinary #genderfluid #positive representation #for real though it's really messed up that Sailor Aluminum Siren and Sailor Iron Crow in particular stay dead they deserved better #Youtube

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The Pig and the Fox - Ch.2 (Connor/AFAB!Reader)

The gif isn’t gender neutral, but I dig the vibes.

Pairings: Connor/AFAB!Reader (no pronouns used) Rating: Mature/Explicit/NSFW 18+ Link (AO3): Read it Here Chapters: [ Ch. 1 ] [Chap 2] [ Ch. 3 ] [ Ch. 4 ] [ Ch. 5 ] / 6 Words: 2.8k Warnings: implied drug use (supporting character), so much swearing, reader does wear feminine attire Summary: When a thief meets a cop, they’re on the opposite sides of the law, two flips of a coin. However, there’s more to life than things being black and white. In a post android revolution, not much has changed for the common citizen. The rich get richer and the poor, well, they work. They adapt. They sacrifice. You straddled that fine line, one toe in the light and one in the dark. So does Connor, but you don’t quite see that yet. Notes: It’s been fun making this Cinnabun spicier than he should be.

Chapter Two - Duality

This was not ideal, coming home with a glitchy arm, sleeping it off and waking up to find it miraculously fixed. Although, “fixed” was putting it lightly. The sparkly tingle that crept up your fingertips faded but the cybernetics were still making a light-show on your arm. It took all of the weekend perusing debug logs, only to learn nothing new. Then a whole week before you managed to toss your laptop off the side of your bed.

Even stranger were the settings of your dreams. You saw places you had never been to before: an old yellow home with chipped paint, rain pouring down windows and a doorbell, rung twice. One night, you were seated on a boat, watching rose petals drift in the wind when a man’s voice called to you from a bridge. He demanded to know who you were and what business you had roaming around his garden.

You didn’t have a chance to turn around before waking up and trying to cling to what you could before the details were lost, consumed by a fleeting thought like, “it’s morning already?” None of it made sense. At least the glowing managed to disappear by the end of the week. Back in its rightful home, your laptop rested on your desk, mocking you with a black terminal filled by blocks of red text.

“Yeah, I get it. There’s a bug, thanks,” you complained.

Besides staring at a computer all day, your phone was buzzing nonstop. A majority of the alerts were from a group chat between friends. Tonight was Markus’ big reveal for his year long collection of work and people were hyped to see what the former deviant leader had to share.

Your cab was set to arrive soon, so you set aside debugging for now. Before you headed out, you brought up your contacts list, scrolling through names until the alphabets landed in the middle. You weren’t sure what possessed you to call Leo, but his sickly face kept popping back up whenever you had a quiet moment to yourself.

He wasn’t a bad guy, just a typical spoiled brat unable to process his emotions in a healthy way. On his good days he could crack a few good jokes…and when the laughter died down, he’d give you pause with an introspective question. People were multifaceted, existing on a spectrum. Leo didn’t have many close friends, at least ones that haven’t dumped him for the kind of man he had become. No one had the time or the patience left to check in on him. With the economy as it was, it was a surprise anyone had time for anything really.

It helped, being Fox, feeling like someone else. The disconnect meant you didn’t have to drag the weight of your nightly activities into the light of day. Cybernetics was a fast growing field with lots of cash flow. But it didn’t hold a candle to those who flew in private jets on a daily basis. You were comfortable enough to have recreational time to dedicate to a second life. Leo wasn’t your problem when he couldn’t be found and you didn’t bother him. You knew he’d spring back up when the money dried out. He was persistent, a parasite to his friends and family but you tolerated him, saw the gray area in an ocean of black.

Were you aware of the irony that you were less than kind to anyone in a police uniform? Obviously. And there were hundreds, if not thousands of books on American history documenting all the reasons why you felt the way you felt. In fewer words: it was complicated.

But back to Leo: a week was a long time between his usual annoying form of communication of animated images and funny captions. You should have gotten a dumb text with a joke you wouldn’t understand.

“Huh.” You clicked your tongue, worrying the flesh of your cheek between your teeth.

Voicemail.

—

The gallery was packed from room to room, filled with a variety of characters dressed to impress. The location was a quiet one, away from the neon lights of downtown. A few streetlights lit the empty roads and the small gallery was flanked by smaller boutiques and cafes which were closed for the night. It stood out as a bright square with floor to ceiling windows, showcasing all the contents within.

This wasn’t your average grandparents’ art show. Markus brought new energy to a scene that his father had dominated. At the entrance was a large white wall and boxes of paint markers with an instruction mounted on a plaque: express yourself. There were rooms lined with paintings and in each one, a blank canvas was in the center, accompanied with different prompts. It seemed the goal tonight was to encourage cooperation and creativity. People milled around, scribbling innocent visuals or laughing as someone added eggplants to one corner of the wall.

Beverages were served for all guests, ranging from fancy sodas and alcohol to holographic drinks. The new tech drink had a chip on the bottom of each glass, allowing androids and those with cybernetics to feel a buzz without the calories. Plus, one could customize the look of the contents, chug the stars of a Milky Way or drink a glittery rainbow.

You arrived fashionably late, at a point where the energy of the party was at its peak. An irresistible beat dominated the music, driving people to sway or dance while contemplating artworks. Since your arrival, a few people you knew had dragged you from one conversation to the next. When you spotted North, sandwiched between her main crew, she raised a glass in your direction. Two men to her side were crowded around a painting, busy waving their arms in a heated discussion.

“I thought you weren’t coming,” she said as you settled to her left. To her right, Josh and Simon started laughing, they seemed too distracted to notice you.

“You’re late,” North added when you innocently hummed and pretended to be way too into some paint strokes.

“Oh…It’s what…only been an hour since opening?” you replied, tilting your head and batting your lashes. North had played a major role in planning the event, arranging caterers and vendors. She wanted her closer circle there for an opening photo session and you agreed to it in the group chat.

Alright, so you lost track of time. But…but! This wasn’t her first rodeo. She’d thrown dozens of fundraisers in the past year. Although, from the nervous fidgeting of her fingers and her gaze shifting between the mob of people, this event meant a lot to her.

She let out a good natured scoff. “What do you think so far?”

“The party is amazing! You’ve outdone yourself. Where else could I find such brilliant art? Just—” You turned away to wave a hand at the entrance. “—look at all the colorful dicks on the wall.”

Her eyes rolled before she laughed. “After how far we’ve come, I really thought my faith in humanity was restoring…until today.”

“Can’t trust anyone with a marker and a blank wall these days,” you agreed.

From over her shoulder, you caught sight of a man in a tan suit. Smiling to yourself, you recognized his silhouette instantly as Markus. You placed a reassuring hand on North’s arm before excusing yourself.

Weaving between other attendees, you got close enough to notice that the deviant leader was talking to another man. A man who’s brown slicked hair and pale freckled face looked all too familiar.

It was like being dunked into a cold pool, your breath lodging in your chest, head swimming with a thousand thoughts—all of it screaming the same thing: Oh shit.

You wanted to spin around, maybe say hello to Josh and Simon instead. But Markus spotted you and that was more than enough for Connor to look up from their conversation.

“Hey, Markus!” you said, greeting the RK200 with an arm out. He immediately went in for a warm hug, breathing out your name in a soft voice. His arms easily engulfed you, adding a distinct bonus squeeze to the embrace—a thing he did with close friends.

“I haven’t seen you in a while. Have you been busy?” he asked.

You tried your best not to side-eye Connor’s reaction when you answered Markus.

“Yeah, between the weather and traffic, work’s been a real drag. But!” You cut him off before he could comment. “I am so excited to be here for your first show.”

“It’s all thanks to North and all of my supporters,” Markus replied. He brought a hand to Connor’s arm, pulling the RK800 into the conversation. “Speaking of supporters…have you met Connor?”

If you were waiting for the brunette to recognize you, the moment never came. Connor merely offered you the bare minimum of a polite smile, his lips pressed firmly together.

“Hello,” he said.

Despite what you thought of Connor’s profession, your public image was well curated to appear polite and friendly. You had half a second to decide on how to proceed and the voice that left your throat was more starstruck than you meant for it to be.

Well, whatever works right?

“Wait,” you gasped, feigning surprise. “I know you! You’re the uhm, the uhm.” You snapped your fingers and watched his smile fall slightly. “Uhm…some video called you the Terminator?”

“The former deviant hunter,” he said, shifting on his toes. The title alone made him shrink on the spot. His arm wrapped around the front of his torso, head falling slightly. You didn’t see the change as you were too wrapped up in delivering your excitement believably.

“Yes! I’ve seen you on TV! Saved a little girl and freed a bunch of androids—wow.”

“Connor has made huge strides for our cause,” Markus said. You wanted to ask how since you’ve never seen him around New Jericho, at least, not when you were there. It wasn’t like you were very involved with android politics, but surely, you would have heard something about him from North.

“Markus…” A flash of guilt washed over the younger android’s face. There was an exchange you didn’t catch as Connor’s indicator flickered.

“Our history is complicated but it’s all behind us now,” Markus reassured.

You held out your holodrink to toast his efforts.

“To new beginnings. And…” You gave Connor your name in a quick introduction. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine,” Connor answered, lips spreading slowly in a smile.

With a gallery as full as tonight, it was impossible to hold Markus’ attention for long. A patron was excited to discuss purchasing one of his paintings and the RK200 hardly had time to say a quick goodbye. Connor remained, out of consideration or curiosity, you weren’t quite sure. Hell, you weren’t even sure where to look: back at Connor for what you imagined would be terrible smalltalk or in the direction of the bathroom so you could make up some excuse about needing it.

As you pondered, the universe decided for you.

A guest brushed into you, the unexpected pressure at your side knocking you forward. Your palm found Connor’s chest, fingers spreading over the smooth texture of his shirt. You could feel his Thirium pump buzzing beneath his undershirt and the subtle divots of strong abdominal muscles. He was so ready to play the hero, his arm automatically raising to wrap around your elbow.

It took a lot of self control to not grimace, your contempt for him consuming all rational thought. Fortunately for you, Connor was easy on the eyes. His features tugged inward in concern and you had to bury a fleeting thought about how endearing it made him look. You were beginning to see it, a way out of this scenario undetected by doubling down on your starstruck persona.

“Sorry. I can be such a klutz,” you joked. “It’s like I have two left feet.”

“That’s alright.” While he stepped back to give you an inch of space, his hand remained like a leech that found its mark. A tingle prickled down your spine and you had a funny feeling you were scanned.“Your shirt…was the choice intentional?”

Your blouse was loose, billowy around the sleeves with bright, bold sets of squares outlined by thick black lines. A splash of Piet Mondrian in your wardrobe seemed fitting for attending an art show. You smiled, standing more upright to showcase the full extent of the pattern.

“What do you think?” you asked.

Connor took his time answering, enjoying the fluttery movement of your eyes as you waited. His face was inches from yours, dipped lower to listen to you better in the crowd. Although, you knew enough about androids to know he could hear you just fine if he stood straight. You squirmed under his syrupy sweet smile. In your ears, a faint twang grew, like the swell of a violin finding its highest note. His smile widened, angled gallery lighting casting long, dramatic shadows over his face and sharpening the edges of his teeth.

“I think it looks good,” he answered, his tone easily skirting the line over friendly territory, like he was too shy or sensible to add: “I think it’d be better, off.” His actions indicated otherwise, innocently removing his hand and stepping away.

You meant to mirror his civility, but you couldn’t find anything interesting to say while looking at him. Compared to a gallery full of eccentric guests dressed in fantastical fashions, Connor was as exciting as milk toast. His crisp white shirt and pressed gray slacks were the definition of vanilla and safe. All he needed was a boring striped tie to complete the image of a man going door to door with a black book in hand. In fact, the most adventurous part of him was his slightly loosened collar, baring his pale throat in the same way a 19th century woman might flash her ankles.

“If I may ask…have you had a chance to browse the gallery?” Connor inquired.

“Not yet.”

“Neither have I. Would you like some company?”

You, enjoying the company of a pig? Absolutely not. Your body language said differently, wrist twisting to point at a room with your virtual drink swirling between the glass.

“After you.”

All things considered, being around Connor was…tolerable. He kept his distance when he could but the rooms were small and crowded. When he wanted to guide your attention to a painting, his hand found it’s way to ghost over your shoulder. The contact was too short and faint to cross any boundaries but it unnerved you all the same.

Those hands nearly had you.

Talking about art was one thing, but you couldn’t get a good read on him. Everything Connor said was laced with an eager to please demeanor that was at odds with his sharp gaze and looming figure. He was worse than a pond with no ripples, a mirror surface hiding the jaws of a monster. It irked you that you couldn’t take a dip and make some waves. When there wasn’t much else to discuss, you found yourself relying on much dreaded smalltalk.

“So…what do you do for a living?” you asked as if you didn’t already know.

“I’m a detective.”

“Like Sherlock Holmes!” You winked and lowered the volume of your voice. “Any cool cases? Or…are you not allowed to talk about them?”

“I specialize in homicide.” His head tilted to the right, concealing his LED from your angle. “There was a case that reached my desk recently. A beginner thief set off some alarms in a wealthy neighborhood, but it’s nothing to be worried about.”

“Ah.” You used your disappointment to mask the flare of irritation that made you grip your drink harder than necessary. “Well, with you around, Detroit feels safer already.”

He shook his head, eyes twinkling proudly.

“I do what I can, I’m no hero.”

Connor was infuriatingly humble. You wanted to roll your eyes. A buzzing in your pant pocket demanded your attention instead.

“Sorry, I gotta take this,” you said, bringing out a phone.

“Of course.”

“Nice meeting you, Connor.”

He held his hand up in a small, awkward wave that you didn’t see. His gaze lingered on the sway of your hips as your legs carried you out of the gallery and into the cold streets of Detroit. Your spine was hunched over to one side, leaning into your phone in some archaic habit of making the call sound clearer. Night swallowed your silhouette and you were gone faster than a fairytale beauty swept away by a clock’s chime.

When Connor went to gather his things, he noticed your coat in a hanger near his. He knew it was yours from a quick scan of a few stray hairs. His thumb brushed over the collar and he made his decision to take it off the rack.

It was cold. You could freeze out there. Surely, you wouldn’t want to be without your coat?

He couldn’t hold back a smug grin. “Nice meeting you too, Fox.”

—

“A fox had never seen a lion before, so when she happened to meet the lion for the first time she all but died of fright. The second time she saw him, she was still afraid, but not as much as before. The third time, the fox was bold enough to go right up to the lion and speak to him.”

The Fox and the Lion (Aesop’s Fables)

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