#but it SURE AS FUCK applies to me. honest to god i've wanted to just do what i wanna do for the longest time

[landograndprix]

woman ✾ l.n - ii

❧ you love max, you really do but your little brother has been getting more on your nerves each day as he tries to set you up with one of his friends.

❧ verstappen!reader who's older than max so if age gaps freak you out, don't read 💀

❧ prev part – next part

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y/nverstappen

📍 Monte-Carlo, Monaco

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y/nusername only valid reason to visit Monaco if we're being completely honest 🥐

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maxkellyp y/n taking her aunt duties very serious

bott_ass where to apply to have you as my sugar auntie? asking for a friend?

zhou_ey time to have your own babies 😍

y/nverstappen I'm actually good with being the wine and sugar aunt for now 🍷

zhou_ey that's a pretty cool job too!

kellypiguet bring her home before dinner? 😂

y/nverstappen what do you mean, we're already on our way back to the netherlands, this my kid now.

lewham44 still a better mother figure to p than kelly 🤡

landonorris I know a few spots in Monaco you can't miss 😉

fewtrelllando spot number one: my bedroom

carlito55 lmao @.fewtrelllando jail for you 😭

dandoo mate, this is a post about her niece and you're flirting with y/n or making and attempt to do so? 😂

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y/nverstappen posted to their story

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landonorizzzz lando in Monaco last night after the GP ❤️

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norr4slan screaming crying throwing up 🤯

lanlan frothing at the mouth..

norstappen wait a damn minute, was that y/n verstappen?! 😭

norrizzfour yeah but if you look closely she's just walking past with her friends and kelly lol they probably all went to the same place

maxiell nah my girl is avoiding him for real 💀

landoscar oh my god he's so pretty 😍

supermaxv MOTHER AND LANDO?

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y/nverstappen

📍 Monte-Carlo, Monaco

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y/nverstappen Monaco dump 🇲🇨

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dannyricric man I'd do anything to live a life like this

tom1967 she's living off her brothers wealth..

dannyricric I'm pretty sure she makes enough money herself to live a life like this. 🙄

julieeeexo you and sanne served absolute cunt on the grid! 🤩

bobnorriz not the picture of the charles, max and lando podium :')

kellypiguet was really nice to have you around this weekend, we should definitely do this more often, P absolutely adores her auntie 🥰

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charles_leclerc it was very nice we got to hang out together☺

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sharllekler this guy makes me cringe so hard but it's so endearing, like did he pull all his girlfriend's by being awkward? 😭

sixteenleclerc girl have you seen y/n? She's got something that'll make most men awkward as fuck

victoriaverstappen so sad we couldn't join you two this year

y/nverstappen we should already plan for next year then 😉

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y/nverstappen

📍 Amsterdam, the Netherlands

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bananaclerc hey, yes, hi..I'd like to be you 😭

norrisoscar I've only known this woman for a week but I'm already obsessed with her

keirarobins do I spy new products for the store? 👀

y/nusername keep an eye open 😉

zhou_ey I don't know if I want to be you or if I want to be with you 😭

sannetje is that my hat?

y/nverstappen don't know what you're talking about..

sannetje sure..

landonorris I need that candle

maxv1 boy go to her store lmao, this is no webshop 💀

landonorris 🔥

grussell63 man I really thought you had more game than this..who taught you this, Charles? 😢

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[puckish-rogue]

I've been thinking a lot as of late about Django's skill set, and the almost nightmarish reality of the type of violence and destruction he's capable of committing all on his very own. I'll probably make this into a more structured and proper HC post in the future. But for now, I just kinda want to ramble about this for a second because I don't think I've really had the opportunity to fully display just what kind of a one-man wrecking crew/army he is.

Talk to anyone who's a fan of SR and takes pride in their own version of The Boss, and they will tell you what sort of aspects they really lean into when depicting them in writing, art, or anything remotely creative. For me, aside from wanting to really explore the whole idea of a customizable character and that disconnect from most people, I really leaned into the more violent aspects that make up the character. And that's because when you stop and think about it, the sort of things that The Boss is able to accomplish throughout the original series—at least on their own—is really fucking astounding. And even more so terrifying.

You can make the argument that the original iteration of the Saints wouldn't have gotten to the point they did if The Boss hadn't come in and just carried the load, and got their hands as dirty as they did. Which isn't to say that everyone else wasn't pulling their weight. But it's clear to me that anything that was remotely significant was handed off to this random kid who got swept into the gang life. And when I apply that to my portrayal, Django starts to come across as almost relentless whenever there's work for him to do.

Said relentlessness can also be applied to how he handles the work he receives, or really, any sort of task at hand. He is goal-oriented. He is focused, despite what he may lead you to believe. A plan may fall apart and make it seem as if you need to go back and reconsider your approach. Not for Django. He will finish the task at hand by any means necessary. Even if wanton destruction is left in his wake. He is the human equivalent of the nastiest hurricane you could ever imagine. And he's got the body count and property damage to back that title up.

Let's talk about violence for a second. The guy loves it. Fighting in general gets his blood pumping, and his adrenaline spiking higher and higher. He is a sick freak that enjoys hurting his enemies and fighting tougher opponents just to better his own skills. Whenever he REALLY starts to get into a fight, I would equate it to a dog being let off a leash and getting zoomies. He's basically frenzied, and more than ready to put someone down if it comes to that.

And when I think about that kind of attitude, plus the way he can seemingly go through wave after wave of enemies, it really begins to paint a picture of what that may look like to an outside observer. Or hell, anyone for that matter, regardless of what side they're on. Like, it wouldn't surprise me if, as the years go on, people just made up ghost stories about the guy. Sure, he's prolific as hell. But you can't imagine what kinds of things he gets up to whenever there isn't a news camera on him. Plus, I would think that with everything he and the gang have accomplished, that anyone in the big leagues—whether it be in the criminal underworld, or from law enforcement—would take heavy consideration as to how to approach the guy given what he's able to do.

We're talking about someone here who has not only toppled several different gangs with varying degrees of influence and power, but gone up against cops, SWAT teams, the FBI, and even people who are as close to the honest-to-god military as possible.

I really don't have a proper way to end this because it was meant to be a long ramble in the first place. But man, I don't know. There's just a lot to consider about what Django's reputation would be throughout the world in his own canon. And this also goes for crossovers, AU's, all sorts of things. His penchant for violence is something that will be on full display no matter what the playing field may be when writing the guy. And I just hope people keep that in mind whenever we plot stuff out, or just have discussions in general.

#I’m More of a Puckish Rogue ⚜ { Headcanons }

[thegeekcloud]

⚠️ BSD MANGA SPOILERS ⚠️

This is some theories I've gathered from tiktok and some i made myself and whether I agree with them or not.

Number 1: everything was part of sigma viewing fyodor's plan - although comforting i don't think thia theory is fairly stable. First of all, there are a lot of things happening in a lot of different places that are shown among the same pages and can't be part of fyodor's plan (particularly anya and bram). Furthermore, Sigma's ability is to exchange information and what he asked was fyodor's secrets. Though this could apply to his plan, the amount of secrets fyodor holds was so large that it overwhelmed sigma (as shown) and even if we got fragments of them in those pages they wouldn't be our characters but rather some more groundbreaking to sigma information . Now, is Sigma alive? Usually fyodor kills with a particular style, meaning that there is ALWAYS some form of blood splatter.

As you can see, there is none. Fyodor could had killed sigma but didn't. He seems to be just overwhelmed the way atsushi was.

Which brings me to

Number 2: Fyodor has a double personality ability. - although I doubt that is his whole ability, i believe it is a side effect from it. Fyodor's true ability remains a mystery to all but sigma. Fyodor told sigma about his other persona and then proceeded to say he lied about it. So the information sigma uncovered by touching him would not surprise him that much if that was all to it. However, the fact that I believe fyodor left sigma alive, also suggests that there is a part of fyodor who made the decision to show mercy. Ergo, the second, scared persona we saw in the last issue.

And now.

For the elephant in the room

Number 3: Dazai is still alive. - i honest to God want to believe that. As a writer myself I understand the decision of killing a character such as dazai. He is in the role of the "mentor", someone who accompanied the mc since the beginning and became a role model/father figure to them and ultimately dies to urge the hero forward. There is sense in killing the mentor. However, this does not seem an opportune moment for it. Other reasons for killing dazai would be to push tragedy into the story, chuuya waking up after the world is saved and realising that he was the one to kill dazai, or simply demonstrating the unfairness of life (basically how game of thrones shocked). Both these options seem reasonable for this case anf Asagiri might have chosen to walk down one of these paths. However, since atsushi is also incapacitated, if asagiri chose the former he would place the entire burden of saving the world to anya. Though jt would make a statement to have a little girl do what all these anility users can't, it would lowkey render the rest of the story meaningless as anya is not as explored as a character as others are. Not in the least. As for the second one.....i'm worried about that one cause asagiri is a f*cling masochist sometimes.

Now, how could dazai still be alive?

First clue that we all agree upon:

Though people have stayed conscious after being shot in the head, we are talking about a

Close up forehead shot

The gun was touching his fucking SKIN

There is absolutely NO WAY for dazai to have survived that shot and take another and also have life to chat.

No

So

That shot didn't fire a bullet. Even if a gun doesn't fire a bullet it can still ignite the powder and burn the skin, especially if it's touching it like in here. Someone on tiktok noticed this:

Could it be a design of the jacket? Sure. But it could also be the bullet that never got fired. In the end there are three fracture point on the wall tiles:

The first one happens when dazai is shot on his right shoulder

We see a characteristic blood splatter. Thing is, only two out of three holes have that trail.

Since he was definetely shot in his left shoulder as well we have to assume that hole is from there. So what is the third one at the bottom?

Did chuuya stop the bullet at the gun's barrel, brought it behind him and shot it at the lower wall along with his third gunshot ?

Guess we'll see. All i want is for my baby to stay alive. We should always keep in mind that both dazai and fyodor as also poisoned. My guess is that vampirism will be released in the next episode for at least one of the characters, so that is what anya's contribution.

He can definitely stretch it but he already pulled that chard with fukuchi escaping twice. It's gonna get boring and annoying at some point.

Question for then:

Will akutagawa return as a corpse afyer he is released? Or will he be healed?

#soukoku #skk #bsd skk #chuuya nakahara #bsd fukuchi #bsd #bsd atsushi #bsd akutagawa #bsd sigma #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #osamu dazai #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #asagiri kafka #fyodor dostoevsky #bsd fyodor

[kinktae]

you mentioned in your tags that you have never craved romantic love and probably never will...does that mean you're aromantic?

I feel like the aro/ace experience is teetering between am I aro/ace... or am I traumatize <3

NOW DON'T TAKE THIS AS ME SAYING THAT ANYONE WHO IS ARO/ACE IS JUST TRAUMATIZED that does NOT apply to everyone and aro/ace's are valid thank u and god bless

TW TRAUMA DUMP LMFAO but when it comes to ME... idk bro my dad is a narcissist groomer who left my mom horribly emotionally stunted and I had to watch her enter the shittest most abusive relationship after my parent's divorce because she was so fucked up over my dad, and then growing up as a teen was just watching my girl friends become the worst versions of themselves because of men and making terrible, terrible decisions (pls understand that my besties were all very mentally unwell so when i say terrible i mean TERRIBLE and UNSAFE and TRAUMATIZING for everyone involved) and ofc I supported them during and after those instances ... but if i'm being so super honest. At the forefront of my mind was always "god i hope I don't look like this when I start dating/catch feelings." And yeah. I've never fallen in love. Never even dated. Even the healthier relationships around me now I see what it looks like and I'm like... I'm good😭😭 And from a psychological aspect, I completely understand why love makes you do crazy things and having rose colored glasses but... Idk I love my life exactly as it is!! I don't ever feel lonely? I'm not exactly sure what being in a relationship will give me other than taking time away from my happy lil life. I truly do not feel any want or need for a man. In fact it genuinely upsets me when I find out a man has feelings for me it makes me soooo uncomfortable and uneasy. Maybe that's why I like writing romance. It's a way to explore it without ever looking foolish or making decisions I wouldn't usually. Anyway, I might feel differently when I leave college since that takes up a huge part of my life time wise but yeah!!! that's where I'm at !! :)

#ask #tldr my dad unfortch rubbed off on me and the idea of looking or feeling stupid I cannot cope with #ill address it in therapy one day!!!! #also my last crush died so #thats no good #i do want kids tho :D #i would do anything to be a mom #tw trauma

[hot-take-tournament]

I need to get this off my chest because I see it everywhere BUT.

There's no right or wrong way to do art (with some exceptions. For example, please don't use watercolor brushes with acrylic paints, it will probably mess up your brushes. Even then if you do it I'm not gonna be a dick about it because it's frankly none of my business). I'm tired of people acting like there is. Giving tips is all fine and dandy but for the love of god do not tell people they're drawing wrong. What might work for one person won't for another. Like I saw a tiktok once that was like "if you use shapes to map out bodies, YOU'RE DRAWING WRONG" and I was like just because it doesn't work for you doesn't mean it won't for another person??? Like it doesn't really work for me personally, but I'm not gonna tell someone who does do it that they're drawing wrong because I don't personally do it.

Additionally, artists do NOT need to improve their art if they don't want to. My art has been relatively stagnant for probably around a year or two and any improvement I've made has been as a result of how much I draw and not because I'm actively trying to improve.

Basically. Hot take: there's no right or wrong way to do art and you shouldn't feel pressured to improve if you don't want to. Give tips but don't say that your tips are objectively better ways of drawing because just because they work for you doesn't mean they will for someone else and it is hella toxic to act like your way of drawing is the only correct way to draw.

Also sorry for how long this is asadjkdfshf

No, don't apologise!

I think you're absolutely right -

I'm not going to say that there aren't fundamentals that are important to improve as an artist - art is a practical skill that is then used as a form of self-expression - and sharing advice on how to improve those foundational skills is absolutely fine! So yeah, like you say, it's not the advice itself, it's usually how it's delivered.

Getting advice from someone who's more experienced than you is usually super useful, but acting like the way you draw is the 'correct' way not only makes you look massively self-centred - since there's always going to be someone out there better than you - but you're also actively trying to tell other people that the way the method they use to express themselves is wrong; people have different styles, that's what makes art wonderful. And besides, people aren't going to listen to you more just because you made them feel like shit first.

And yeah, no one has an obligation to improve their art - to tell a complete stranger that they're not a real artist because you've decided their art isn't good enough and needs to be improved just seems so sad and pointless? It would be like if I eavesdropped on your phone conversation on the train and then tapped you on the shoulder so I could correct your grammar. If you're an experienced artist who wants to give advice online, you absolutely should! But remember that if someone wants that advice they're going to come to you - otherwise, just leave them alone.

tl;dr - fuck Dali's pretentious ass, draw however you like! One thing will work for one person, another will work for someone else, but they both still work. So I'm not sure what the issue is.

That applies to a lot of the hot takes on this blog as well - the fact you guys refuse to bite ice cream is wild to me, but I'm not gonna gatekeep the way you eat your sundae. Lick it, snort it, drink it through a straw, unhinge your jaw like a boa constrictor and swallow it whole! However you choose to do it, we both get to enjoy ice cream, so everyone wins! And, if you don't like ice cream, I'll eat yours as well, so double win for me, and then we'll order pizza when we get home and I'll let you have the bigger half.

To be honest, I'm not an artist in any way, so I'm probably not the right person to ask. If someone else who knows more about this than I do wants to share their own thoughts on this, I'd really appreciate it! <3

#asks #not a poll

[accountingacademic]

Friends Are A Pain Sometimes

Daily Reflection Thursday, 28 December 2023

Highlights:

My other fountain pen came in, so I loaded the converter in and filled it up with the fancy ink I got for Christmas. I think I'm going to start a commonplace book in the new year, and that seems like a good place to use it.

Challenges:

One of my friends ended up in a (thankfully minor) car accident. There are six of us practically begging him to go to the hospital (including someone who works in a healthcare-adjacent sector--he's a CCA), and one person telling him not to worry about it if he feels fine. That one person has been a friend of mine to some degree for almost ten years now, but I've honestly just lost a lot of respect for her at this point because of this. With the number of rough patches I've had with her over the last few months, I think moving on would be the better option for me.

Emotions:

Well, at least I got my excuse to back off from D&D when classes start again. The friend I mentioned earlier is the one running most of the games I'm involved in, and I didn't want to leave because I considered her a friend and I'm afraid of letting people down. I'm not sure that label applies anymore though, so I have no qualms sitting out to work on other things when the time comes. And I will also double down on going to bed by 10 in the meantime.

Sometimes, I really think that I would be better off if I said fuck it and stopped talking to people. I know it wouldn't, but I'm just so bad at picking friends sometimes. The good influences are people I tend to find too much, and the ones I have fun being around aren't great influences. It feels like a lose-lose situation sometimes, all things considered.

Lessons Learned:

I really have to get better at choosing friends, holy shit. I end up calling people friends who have some of the honest-to-god worst takes, and say things that could end up with someone getting seriously hurt.

#accountingacademic #accounting academic #accounting #studyblr #college #productivity #study #daily reflections #december #2023 #december 2023

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I've been writing a lot nd wanted to have it out in the aether.

TTRPG Robots. What if you were haunted by God and your brother/creator doesn't believe you.

There is someone in the room, someone watching as his brother repairs his neck panels. He can hear a drill, a soldering iron. Smell the dim heat and tin oozing. He doesn’t feel anything- just this frequent sense of weightlessness.

The figure crosses their legs. He knows that patch. He knows those shoes.

Brother? he asks in his mind.

God. The figure replies. Also in his mind.

He feels like. crying he supposes. He isn’t meant to be able to cry yet. He can feel himself overheating, his complex fans whirring. Ah, fuck man.

He swallows.

“Are… you meant to hear voices. In your head?”

His brother pauses. Snaps his neck panels shut and gently brushes his hair back in place.

“No. I’ve never experienced anything like that.”

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The first time Citrine puts the picture into Cinnabar’s hands, he had barely learnt how to think. His brother, and another man looked back at him. The photo was still paper- something they rarely used on the station. It was framed, and intrinsically he knew that this was a test of his touch. Make sure not to break the glass, don’t bend the wood. I’m trusting you, his brother was telling him. I believe you can take this step.

He looks a few more minutes. Citrine looked younger. He thought. Not as young as a baby- but maybe the same age as Cinnabar was meant to be now. A teenager. Maybe a young adult. He looks up to confirm his suspicions.

There’s oil, oozing down Citrine’s skin. He watches it travel down his cheek, and ignores it politely. Things got messy when you were undergoing repairs. Citrine seems to be able to recognise what he was going to say and answers the question echoing in his mind.

“That’s my older brother. Funny, huh? I built your eyes to look like his. He taught me everything I know. Bismuth.”

Cinnabar tilts his head a little to the side. Applies a little more pressure via his fingertips. The wood creaks- so he releases. Test passed. He knows how to hold things, and he knows he’s not meant to break things that are important.

“Why can’t I meet him?”

Citrine’s face, so proud, so smiling, finally falls. He can feel his brain ticking over the moment, can retrace his steps to make sure that doesn’t happen again. He scrambles to apologize but it—

Citrine taps him with the screwdriver in his hands.

“It’s not cute of you to ask about death. You know better.”

It feels like he’s failed the test. He wants to do… something. He hasn’t learnt the word yet and it’s endlessly frustrating. He feels himself start to overheat, and his body fans whirr to correct that. He can feel his hydraulics rushing as he squeezes his hands into a fist. Until that hand shakes.

Citrine kisses the top of his head. He’s still learning, so he has to forgive him, right. He doesn’t say sorry this time. He doesn’t know that’s the right thing to do yet.

Second. More robots. Clear Bad End AU. What if he got a second chance.

“Clear? You’re acting really strange..” says this Aoba who can walk. Who can see. Who Clear only remembers in a lone memory.

Of course, he thought. Of course I’m acting strange. I’m not a real person how am I supposed to act?

He tries to do something. Laugh. Make a face, show this Aoba what for. But in that moment, when Aoba’s eyes meet with his, he can feel his mouth go dry. He doesn’t know what to do when Aoba looks at him anymore. He feels so unsure.

This Aoba turns back to look at him after such a long pause. He was busy making…. fried rice? That’s what his data supplies. He looks troubled, eyebrows raised. He puts down the knife that he was chopping an onion with. Clear knows he… should be keeping track of the knife, but Aoba’s expressions are so open and honest it’s blinding.

“Honestly, is it because you’re not wearing your gas mask? Usually you’d be looking away, now it’s like you can’t stop staring. It’s creepy!”

This Aoba does something the other couldn't wouldn’t do. He takes a hand and puts it on Clear’s shoulder. Studies Clear’s face. Ssssmiles at him. He’s too scared to move. His hands are shaking.

He wants to hold Aoba’s face in his hands. He wants to wrap them around his throat so the expression twists and he can see the exact moment it changes. He wants to crush him so hard he shatters into perfect pieces. He doesnt do any of that. He stands there stupidly. He lets Aoba look at him.

Aoba pats his face gently. He pokes Clear’s moles. Clear’s so nauseous he’s genuinely impressed they’ve programmed that into him.

Third. Rinne/HiMERU. On saying nothing when you should say anything at all. Meeting the little brother

HiMERU guesses what surprises him most is who goes first. While Rinne looks slack jawed and Niki looks like he’s trying to levitate something with his mind, Kohaku walks up to Kaname’s bedside. He bows his head slightly, leaned forward.

“Kaname-han. Thank you for taking care of our HiMERU-han. You would’ve been my senpai in Reimei, so I’ll also be under your care.”

HiMERU feels like he’s been shot. Feels the cavernous pit of nerves in his stomach chew their way up for tears. It’s like a spell is broken in the moment, Niki rushing forward to take Kaname’s hand.

“Genuinely, genuinely, Kaname-kun! You’ve been keeping HiMERU-kun company haven’t you! Thank you! You know he’s always so standoffish, and he never wants to eat fully—“

Kaname’s hands are limp. They sway under Niki’s strong grip, but it’s like he’s manhandling a corpse. Niki’s lovely tan only serves to highlight just how pallid Kaname is now. HiMERU tears his eyes away, then. He needs to. stop focusing on the bad. Think more about how kind they’re being.

Rinne’s behind him, hand rested on the small of his back for a second. And then it’s gone, Rinne moving forward to stand next to Niki.

His voice is so low and soft, a tone Rinne took only a few times when HiMERU knew him. That little conversation when they thought it was all over. The first time HiMERU met him, truly.

“‘S nice to meet you, little Merumeru. I can see why your big brother kept you all safe. You remind me of my own.”

HiMERU had resolved not to cry. He really had. He looks out towards the skyline. Kohaku’s next to him.

“It’s raining.” he says.

“Mhm. So it is.” Kohaku replies.

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The only one who stays longer is Rinne. He sits opposite HiMERU, watching Kaname breathe. Watches HiMERU breathe. HiMERU wants to be grumpy- wants to say ‘Amagi, if you have something to say please spit it out' but he just… can’t. He doesn’t have the energy, he’s really too tired. He feels like his insides are on the outside, feels more tender and fragile than he ever has under Rinne’s gaze.

Rinne doesn’t crack a joke, he doesn’t smirk. He does open and close his mouth a few times, like a fish. HiMERU finds it cute, somewhere in the back of his mind, but thinks he’ll cry if he thinks of his own desires in this moment.

Rinne breaks the silence first, because he is brave where HiMERU is a coward.

“Merumeru… It’s good of you, to trust us. I guess I should be thanking you. Honestly, I thought I would be chasing you under that mask for the rest of my life.”

HiMERU nearly laughs hysterically. His bitter side wants to comment “I’m sure Amagi would’ve chased the next gamble he found.” He knows he’s wrong. He knows he’s just insecure and lashing out. Again, he says nothing. If he spoke, the tears would come back and his voice would be hoarse. And that would just be humiliating.

“Hey, I’m going to embarrass the both of us here. But I think… I think you’ll know what I’m getting at. Considering all we’ve done together.”

Warm memories. A stolen kiss in a green room. Rinne pressing a can of coffee to his neck during a break. The intensely beaming smile Rinne gave him when he stayed over at Niki’s and helped him cook dinner. His heart races and he doesn’t feel ready for this at all. He freezes when Rinne leaves the bedside to walk slowly over to him.

“You make me… feel needy for you. Like I want to be greedy, for… Whatever you’ll give me.”

Rinne looks at him, steadily. HiMERU wants to look away because Rinne’s face is. Too open. Too honest. It makes his shrivelled heart hurt. He’s scared to hurt that face

“Because of that… I want to ask a favor? You can reject it, that’s fine.”

He’s so close now. Behind HiMERU, hands wrapping around him. His breath tickles the back of HiMERU’s neck. He’s glad not to be seeing that face, at least. It’s easier to be honest when no one can see him. When the hope that someone will recognise him is tempered.

“Hey, Merumeru…. Won’t you… let me call you by your real name first..?”

#pax.txt #pax.etc #posting cringe. #himeru posting #oc tag #citrine #cinnabar

[objection-ur-honor]

i've done it again.

Namjoon: I left instructions for everyone while I'm gone. 
Jin: Mine just says "Jin no." 
Namjoon: I want you to apply it to every possible situation.

Hairdresser: How would you like your hair cut? 
Taehyung: Preferably with scissors, but a sword could be badass.

Taehyung : Time sensitive question how flirt boy. 
Jin: Throw rocks at he. 
Jimin: Hot Dogs. 
Yoongi: Kill him. 
Taehyung: Thanks guys.

Jimin: Did you just call me a shrimp, you asshole?! I'm still growing, dammit!

Taehyung , writing in their diary with a glitter gel pen: I'm losing my sense of humanity. Nothing matters. God is dead. There's blood on my hands.

Jimin: I mean, sure, I have my bad days, but then I remember what a cute smile I have.

Namjoon: I do two things and two things only. I devastate sorry motherfuckers, and get shit done as an awesome leader.

Taehyung: Fuck capitalism. It's a rigged system that keeps us poor and it isn't fair. You shouldn't need to work three jobs to afford basic necessities. 
Taehyung, playing Monopoly: Sorry, if you wanted to win you should have tried not being poor.

Murderer: Any last words? 
Jin: Do you think I'm cute? Be honest.

Jimin: I am very small and I have no money, so you can imagine the kind of stress that I'm under.

Jungkook: I’m gonna mix a can of Red Bull with seventeen shots of espresso in a fishbowl and then chug it while Kids by MGMT plays in the background so I can perceive twenty-three spatial dimensions and fight my own soul.

Police Officer: You have the right to remain silent. 
Jin: I choose to waive that right! 
Jin: *screaming*

Taehyung: Keep it running. *Tosses keys over shoulder into empty parking lot.*

Jin: Well, needless to say. Uh-oh Spaghetti-os.

Jungkook: Yum, thanks! 
Kidnapper: *puts more tape over their mouth* I said stop eating it.

Jungkook: *Takes a sip of milk and gags* 
Jungkook: Oh my god, is this expired? 
Jungkook: *Takes another sip of milk*

Jimin: As someone who has a long history of not understanding anything, I feel confident in my ability to continue not knowing what is going on.

Taehyung: Welcome to my very first vlog, in which I try different hair products! 
Taehyung: *sprays hairspray in their mouth* 
Taehyung: Well, right off the bat I can tell you this one is not very good.

#bts #bangtan boys #incorrect bts quotes

[greenstudies]

Hello! You don't need to answer because your blog is so sweat and calm, I don't want to screw it with stupid politics.

Anyway, the last tumbler post you reblog really got me... I am from Russia and I am very well aware that my government killing dozens of thousands innocent people... I've been eighteen for only three months.... Not a second passed without me thinking what can I do? I am tremendously sorry, but the answer is nothing. I have mother with serious autoimmune disease, grandmother with bronchial asthma and heart failure, uncle with alcohol addiction. As long as I can remember we struggle to survive on the allowance for the disabled and a pension for the elderly. Belive me when I say it is barely enough to cover rent. I'm going to work after school, because I have to take care not only about myself but also about them.

Alright, alright, I can go with a huge poster with such sentences as stop the war! or putin huylo! then go to jail for ten years, yeah, I got it but can you guarantee that after Russian jail I'll still be a brave peace warrior? Do you even know what exactly Russian fucking prison is? Is that a place for eighteen years old girl? Don't get me wrong, there are many Russian teachers like Alla Gutnikova (here is her speech read it with a translator or anyhow because it's amazing, and that's how Russian truly feel about this hell our government plant) , politicants like Ekaterina Shulman, journalists like Elena Kostyuchenko (she currently abroad, but she wants to come back even though she we'll end up in jail), oppositionists like Aleksandr Nevzorove (OK, dude is dangerous because he has problems with God... well, he sheds a correct light on war Russia started, so... he's under arrest actually, so he moved), artists like Ellen Sheidlin.

It is so easy to speak about human rights and how oh so quickly putin would be overthrown inside your sweat democratic and liberal countries, we live in a dictatorship. You know, to understand what happened in my country you don't have to read our history, you can just watch Star Wars

so this is how democracy dies, with thunderous applause

This immortal quote explains what has happened.

A lot of people here are blind, I know for sure, but I also know that there are people who are fighting and the won't stop.

I have everything to loose. I don't money. I don't have power. From time to time my mother does little donations in from of clothes, a bit of medicine everything she can. Honestly, for a disabled person like her, that's a lot, really a lot. She could've ignored everything but she didn't. I am very proud of her. WE ARE FIGHTING AS WE CAN!!! I WILL HELP HER!!!

I'm really sorry I threw this on you. Your latest reblog in Czech about how we don't have to shoulder the world's shit and we deserve to live really got to me...

Hi, I'm going to be honest and tell you right away that I don't quite understand what you mean the post "got to you". Did it upset you or did it bring the same relief it did for me?

I'm going to go ahead and assume it upset you because from what you wrote it sounds a bit like it did. I want you to know that the post applies to you as well. The weight of the world does not lie on your shoulders. I get incredibly upset when people around me blame russian people for what's happening. You didn't start the war and you're not obligated to end it.

You need to survive and focus on solving things in your life that you can actually change. But also take a break. Don't drown yourself in guild. Do something you like doing and just breathe. It may be easy to say for me but it's all I can do for you right now.

I hope things get better for you, I really do. Just as much as I hope that things will get better for all of us.

And if you're not upset, just emotional, then I'm sorry for over-explaining something that didn't need explanation.

Either way I hope that better days are comming for both of us.

#greenstudies #ask #anonymous #russia #tw russia #tw ukraine #tw war mention #tw politics

[wu-kongs]

I'm just your problem from adventure time AND the fan inspired song I'm my own problem duet Marshall vs gumball

the original marceline version is definitely maq → sun, not even applying any like. headcanon to it, you could just shove the song into LMK and it would work. it'd also fun and homosexual of macaque to perform this song in the same outfit marceline wore and everything.

and honestly i'd love to throw the lyrics of this song at 🥭🍑 pre-journey; things between them must've not been perfect and easy all the time. macaque would've always had a mouth on him, a sharp tongue—

Sorry I don't treat you like you're perfect Like all your little loyal subjects do

—which might also show some spite from macaque to other denizens of flower fruit mountain, though that might just be because he's a bitch to his core.

the only thing is that this song sympathizes with marceline. i don't... sympathize with macaque too much nor does his situation make me sympathize with him LOL. it's not hater shit, it's more like he fucked around and found out, and that's what happens when you fuck around and find you, yknow?

but hey that aside—

But I shouldn't have to be the one that makes up with you So… why do I want to? Why do I want to? To… bury you in the ground And drink the blood from your… ugh!

:3c :3c :3c :3c :3c gay gay homosexual gay

honestly though, But I shouldn't have to be the one that makes up with you does apply. i think that 🥭🍑 reconciling, while not necessarily balanced, is a two-person affair, not a one-sided thing. they should both put the effort into that.

meanwhile, it's a little bit difficult to go over the latter because there's no lyric page available, but on my first listen, i thought that gumball fit wukong pretty well—Cus I'm tired of feeling guilty for this!—and i think that the next line sorta encapsulates how i've come to think about him in his 500 year isolation (which i've always thought of as self-reflection time as well as like... his period of bigtime existentialism)—Is that what people really think about me? That I'm a god above all of you?—maybe, just maybe... he doesn't like that. maybe at some point during the journey, he realized he didn't like that.

and honestly JTTW wukong never thought of himself like that either. he was arrogant sure but i don't remember him being so high and mighty that he saw himself as godlike compared to others.

i also like the line I know that it hurts when you're lonely, but I can't take that burden from you—like imagine wukong actually confronting macaque with that. ultimately the most wukong can do is apologize to him and not, yknow, murder him again in the future, but... it's clear he doesn't want anything to do with macaque, and if macaque can't stand that (which he probably wouldn't), what's wukong supposed to do if he keeps picking a fight? he won't take it laying down. the lyric that reinforces my thought is You're YOUR own problem.

and you know, macaque probably does feel dehumanized by wukong—It's like I'm not even a person, am I?

and the ending of the song is them going over how, i don't want to feel this way about you, but i still do, why is that? why can't i let you go? yknow? yknow how that's just [clenches fist] so good? love that. it'd be fun if canon were like that.

anyway it'd be nice if they were honest with each other like marshall and gumball are.

#ask #anonymous #🥭🍑📻

[realhankmccoy]

Well, i've never been throw out of an Airbnb or anything before but I was today. The host was giving me the Israeli to Palestinian 'defence' act -- I caught Covid, so therefore I was a huge threat and had to be pushed out of the place I paid for. He was actually telling me to get off his property on the front lawn and threatening to call the cops on me.

Of course, the pandemic was declared over a long time ago, and Airbnb even proactively told me this guy can't do that -- but he's the sort of loony bin leftist who doesn't think the rules apply to him, that he's a genius because he has a PhD and read all that Chomsky and blah blah blah

I don't give a fuck what some fruit-loop Covidhyochrondriac leftist thinks about how he's god and gets to rewrite the rules -- the rules of a commercial service like Airbnb are the rules. Everything was money with this asshole -- money money money negotations and I told him, um, I'm sick and I can't even keep up with this crap.

Anyhow, fuck him and fuck his friend who stood up for him. Standing up for an abuser makes you an abuser. There's no reason to treat everyone as brutally as all that just because you're selfish babies who only give a fuck about you and your own. He's been remiss on everything that goes with running an Airbnb from the start.

It looks like I got a refund of 17 days, so where the fuck does my boat wind up in the meantime 'til my lease in Champaign starts? I sure don't know. Maybe I'll go down to Carbondale for 12 days? Maybe I'll negotiate to stay in Champaign? Scary stuff.. I was on the phone with the Urbana police department for a while today.

Of course, I show up to this Roadway Inn in Urbana or wherever the fuck I am and they say YOU'VE GOT COVID YOU COULD INFECT SOMEBODY. Well, duh! That's exactly why I didn't want to be trotting off to a hotel. I swear having this disease among leftists is like having leprosy... all they care about is that they don't get it. Well, I care about that too but when you're all wanting me not present, where do I go?

Fuck that liar and his Elon Musk bullyboy approach to trying to capitalise on me. When he cried that I was trying to 'blackmail' him ... you know, getting a refund on unstayed days for a service he was providing -- it was pure Elon.

Some people are just really selfish shits. It's hard to reverse the world into the opposite of that, but you have to try, I figure.

Anyhow, the refund it looks like I'm getting is for way more than moneybags professor tried to bargain me for, so fuck him, at least corporate America's rules sometimes can bring you better social justice than some random fuckface leftist with stacks of lefty books.

Like excuse me for being mostly honest (nobody's perfect, me include... sometimes everything seems like a stretch or a manip in this fucked up world people are creating) and for following the fucking rules of a simple electronic booking app... sorry doofus 'one home in New York, one home in Urbana' jackass who was totally condescending from the start doesn't get it.

A lot of leftists are just real fucking awful people. There is no amount of politics in the world that can really fix bad behaviour and dehumanising treatment of others.

Yeah, I'm apparently getting all my money back for my unpaid days at Airbnpsycho. People gotta know that no amount of leftist or rightist politics can excuse being a shitty fucking greedy person who's only looking out for their own self-interest and who doesn't care how awful their tone is. Truly the worst Airbnb experience ever... now I gotta figure out where to live instead for the next 12 days.

#leftism #leftist #urbana

[sleeplessvalley]

oh

good

impostor’s in the shower

i can have a breakdown in peace for once

#daitex.t #mlergh #safety pins for imperfections #having said breakdown in the tags. you've been notified /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// #/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// #can't even last a week without all these shitty feelings coming back again #amazing #really fucking goes to show how far i've come huh #how fucking far i've come in what regard? being this fucking pathetic??? can't manage a simple fucking homework assignment????????????????? #can't manage to fucking TAKE SOME NOTES #CAN'T MANAGE TO JUST DEAL WITH ONE GODDAMN CLASS FOR 40 MINUTES AND TAKE SOME NOTES SO I CAN ACTUALLY /DO SHIT????????????????????????????/ #it's not that hard it's not that HARD i'm just a piece of shit person that can't get anything accomplished #unless it's linked to one of my interests!!!!! #there was a specific post i reblogged a while ago that was like #what people with adhd say vs what people without adhd interpret it as #one of them was the interpretation from 'it's hard to do stuff that isn't linked to your interests' and it was something like #'your interests matter more than what's actually important' #and that doesn't apply for a lot of people who've got this #but it SURE AS FUCK applies to me. honest to god i've wanted to just do what i wanna do for the longest time #because it's so obvious to me that i'm doing my best in most regards when left alone to my own devices #haha. maybe i should fucking become a twitch streamer or something. #(note this isn't me saying twitch streamers are bad. just very upset rn) #as if it's not something i've thought about. that and youtube and just... getting somewhere #in the areas i want to do stuff in #i don't know how i'm already this far in my life. #in just a few years i think everything will fall apart. #and surprising nobody #i'll be alone

[corvase]

can u give tips how to write academic rivals to lovers? (if you're comfy) and how to start it? I've been wanting to write something like it but wlw for so long. but i don't know how to write it.

academic rivals to lovers

— how to start it:

to be honest, this is a hard thing to answer. you can only start writing by well, starting to write. what i can say though, is that rivals to lovers is really similar to enemies to lovers (a sub-genre of the trope, i’d say). the steps to write it are the same, as well as the importance of taking your time to flesh out your characters & their story.

here is my enemies to lovers post.

the small difference is that this is specifically set in a school of sorts (whether that is university or high school) and therefore there’s a lot more situation specific ways it could go.

(i believe and hope all my advice applies to all romances, including wlw!)

so.

the key component is the

WHY & HOW.

to make it simple, here are questions to ask yourself:

why are they rivals? what prompted it?

what would have to happen for it to end?

do either of them want it to end? why?

how do the people around them feel about it and how does that affect them, if at all?

what classes do they share and are they rivals in all of them or only a select few? why?

what forces them to be rivals? surely there are other people who go to this school and want to do well. why are these two character specifically rivals?

what does being academic rivals mean to them? getting better grades? beating each other to class?

what type of school do they attend? a private school? a boarding school? a public school? rivalry could look different in these settings.

what is their rivalry like, interaction-wise? do they make jokes and banter or is it genuinely something that affects them deeper than surface level?

how long has this rivalry been going on?

what is it stopping them from letting their rivalry go? pride and narcissism are good reasons, but it’s even better to go deeper.

what are you going to do as the author to make sure that they keep interacting? sure, they’re rivals at school. but that’s only a couple hours of your day. are they in clubs? do they share any extracirriculars? food for thought.

i hope this helps you start, even a little.

it’s okay to not start writing with paragraphs and long prose. writing little jot notes on how you want the story to go is writing, too!

— prompts

“i think you’re doing that wrong.” “i think i’m going to smash your face in.” “as if you could reach me.” “you know WHAT—”

class debates!!!

class discussions in general

“do you even know how to play soccer?” “*mocking voice* do you even know how to play soccer?” “oh. nice. real mature.”

they have the same spare period and always try beat each other to get the good seat in the courtyard

“you don’t even have the decency to treat me like a human being. i’m not an SAT score you absolute dunce.”

“you are insufferable. my God—” “yes, you called?”

“yeah, but this was never about the stupid rivalry! this was about you and me, don’t even pretend you didn’t know that.”

“i want a truce.” “……………. ooo-okay, good for you.”

“you’re an idiot.” “yeah, i got that.”

those ‘jokes’ that cut a little too deep— jokes about intelligence, or jokes that are about something a character has felt insecure about for a while

class presidents?!!!!?!!!! (not a question btw)

“fuck, i told you! i don’t care about any of this!”

“pass me the ball.” “why would i do that, are you insane?”

“why are you crying?” “can you stop?” “i just wanted to know… if you were okay.”

“i’m— i’m just so angry.” “what are you gonna do, smash a wall?”

“yeah, but i wanted to be with you regardless. and i know that’s stupi—” cut off by a kiss, because why not

“you were scared of being with me, though. don’t lie to me.”

“this was always about beating me.”

“is everything just a competition to you?” “isn’t it to you, too?”

“i think….” “don’t hurt yourself.” “shut up. i was going to say i think i like you.”

most importantly, starting a story is really hard and daunting. but anything is writing. the fact that you’re taking the step forward and trying to start a story (which is hard as hell) is something already congratulatory. virtual hug, and happy writing :)

#YEAHHH ACADEMIC RIVALS TO LOVERS #writing romance #writing advice #writing #academic rivals #academic rivals to lovers #academic rivals to lovers prompts #dialogue prompts #romance prompts #romance writing prompts #writing prompts #writing tips #enemies to lovers #writeblr

[bondsmagii]

what's up ratthew! I remember reading about your posts about your university days and wanted to know if you have any tips for surviving uni. I'll be starting my three years of soc communications and am absolutely shitting myself at the thought but also so so happy.

holy FUCK man congrats first of all but I'm gonna be honest with you... I am probably not the best role model for uni life 😂 I had a miserable time at uni, and to be honest I'm trying to get myself back into uni so I can do another degree and actually have fun with it/work to my own standards this time. it was a total washout and while I have some good memories I ovwrwhelmingly suffered and died over and over every day for four years so like... 😬 you know?

anyway that disclaimer aside I do have some tips I've picked up, though a few might be a little niche thanks to the circumstances I picked them up in.

first of all: please let go of any expectations. there's a whole culture around what Uni Is Supposed To Be Like and let me tell you what... you come down hard with a bump if you're not prepared to do some romanticising. that's not to say there won't be moments, but try to have realistic expectations.

meet any housemates/roommates as soon as possible. get talking to them. try to go out for drinks or food together during the first week. you don't have to be best friends but you are going to be living together for a year so you might as well try to get along.

if your housemates turn out to be dicks don't take any shit. like obviously don't cause any trouble that you don't want to deal with but also don't let them dictate how the whole house goes. see above point. you only have to put up with them for a year. you can be a little evil, as a treat.

get involved with some clubs and societies. hands down all my best uni memories are because of the clubs I was in. it's some good craic and if you ever get on any administrative level it looks good when you apply for jobs/further education.

try to keep some sort of schedule, even if it's "study [x] for two hours every Tuesday" or whatever. doing a little bit of something throughout the term is way better than cramming at the end, trust me.

use the uni resources. make bold and constant use of the library, online collections, etc. you are paying for that shit so get your money's worth.

don't book any classes before 10am. you won't go. it's not physically possible. (if anyone reading this managed this feat, no you didn't and also I'm denouncing you before the committee for bourgeoise depravities.)

please god do you readings before classes. you might think you'll get away with it and maybe you will, at first, but one day EVERYONE is going to have the same "well everyone else will have done it so I can just coast" thought and all 12 of you will not do the reading and your tutor will tell you there's no point in continuing and send you all home and you'd think unplanned time off would be a treat but in fact the shame will be excruciating. just do the reading.

budget well for food but don't think you have to eat like shit all the time. you need good food to concentrate and to be happy so make sure you're not living on instant noodles plain every single day. bulk cook nice things, make time to cook, have a treat every now and then, whatever works. just don't buy into the myth that all students have to put utter crap in their bodies.

go a bit nuts. uni is a fantastic time for trying out new everything: names, aesthetics, hobbies, interests, outlooks, etc. embrace it. it's a lot of fun and lots of people are doing it, so the energy is wild.

if you hear anything strange calling your name from the forest behind your house, just leave it. (this may be specific to me.)

romanticise the shit out of whatever you want tbh

again, don't forget to have fun and go nuts. sincerely. uni is made for going a bit nuts.

try to do some studying every so often but as my degree proves, this is optional.

have fun and good luck!

#anon #asks

[turkisherlockian]

Books and Sins | Chapter Two [Benedict Cumberbatch AU]

Hello everyone! I'm Cer but you might remember me as @rosamundhr a.k.a. Rosamund, it was my nickname but I've changed my mind and I will use my own name Ceren, now. (Cer for short hehehe) Unfortunately I lost access to @rosamundhr so I will keep posting my stories here! I hope you enjoy it and I apologise for making you all wait for so long! Love you all, stay safe. 😸❤️

Summary: Katherine is a fan of Timothy Carlton, the writer who she knows nothing about. No photos, no interviews, no information, not even his age. And one day, a man comes into her life who claims to be her classmate from high school. But through the time, she has a gut feeling something is... Wrong.

Warnings: Mature content, self harm, violence, swearing.

Word count: 1855

Feedbacks are much appreciated and so motivating!

Chapter One

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  Katherine woke up with a weird feeling inside her chest. She was mad at herself for being like this: She could like someone so easily and fall in love with them soon after. It was not her fault though, he was really charming. Too good looking to like her back. However, she tried to convince herself that she just liked him and was attracted to him because he was a writer and well... Handsome as fuck. Not to mention his gentlemanly behaviour. Taking a deep breath, she reached out for her phone to tell her best friend about it. She didn't really have lots of friends and she never complained about it, she liked solitude.

  She scolded herself for being that excited about the thought of seeing him again. He was the very first thing that was on her mind in the morning and she wanted to talk to him again. So badly.

  K: Morning!

  S: Morning to you too 🤣

You're texting me 'morning' since when?

  K: Stop being sarcastic. Can't I be nice to my best friend?

  S: Of course you can, I'm kidding. I just wondered what made you this cheerful... Or who, I should say.

  K: You know who.

  S: Oh do I?

  K: Come on, Samantha! The man I met yesterday. I can't get him out of my mind, I don't know what happened to me but he's like... Cigarette.

  S: You're smoking? Since when???

  K: Of course I don't! It was just an example, idiot. Just can't get him out of my mind. What do I do?

  S: Text him maybe?

You won't seem desperate, don't worry. I am sure he found you attractive as well and he might even be in love with you.

  K: Okay, no need to exaggerate.

What do I say, good morning or hi?

  S: It doesn't matter!

  K: Okay, I'll text you later.

Are you sure I won't seem desperate?

  S: JUST TEXT HIM FOR GOD'S SAKE!

  K: OKAY I WILL!

  S: Don't forget to tell me about it. I gotta go now, talk to you later. xxx

  K: Bye! ❤���

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There was something different about him. Did she like him because he was attractive or because he was nice to her? She had to admit that he was attractive, but there was something else in his voice, in his looks, in the way he talked. She actually found him beautiful.

  Taking a deep breath, she finally decided to text him.

  K: Good morning. :)

  Was he still asleep? Maybe he was at work. Wait, do writers go to work? Maybe he had another job. Maybe not. Maybe he just did not want to talk to her... Why wasn't he replying?!

  She sighed in frustration as she took a big sip from her coffee and burned her tongue.

  B: Morning, Katherine.

How are you? :)

  He finally replied after 10 minutes. She bit her lip as her heart skipped a beat, and started typing.

  K: I'm good! Getting ready to go to school.

  K: I mean work.

  God, I'm an idiot, she thought.

  K: How about you?

  B: Just got out of shower, that's why I replied late by the way. Sorry about that. :)

  K: I was wondering if you would like to meet again sometime.

  She grinned as she bit her lip, that's what she always did when she was nervous or excited.

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  K: I would love that! When will you be free?

  B:I'm always available for you.

Whenever you'd like. :)

  She started squealing in excitement. What did he just say?!

  K:I'm free in the afternoon.

  B: Wonderful. How about the café we met?

  K: Sounds good. Is 2PM okay for you?

  B: Yes. I am looking forward to it, Katherine.

  K: So am I. :)

I gotta go now, see you later. x

  B: Have a good day. See you. x

  She looked at her watch and she was 30 minutes late already. Without telling Samantha about it, she started to get ready in a hurry.

  She was never late for work, so no one was upset with her being late.

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  ''...And my mum said I'm out of my mind!''

  Katherine just could not get him out of her mind, and she hated it. She did listen to her counselee but couldn't pay any attention, and now she was crying. She gave her a tissue, ''I understand you, Jane, and I hope telling me about it made you feel better. I know how difficult it is for you, but I have a suggestion. When I was your age, I found a way to deal with my problems: being your own counselor.'' She smiled warmly.

  ''My own counselor? How?'' The young girl sniffled.

  ''I imagined that I was told about everything I am going through, and I had to find them a way out. Think of it as if you're reading your life in third person of view. I did it for years and I still do when I don't want to tell people about my feelings. Plus, I found out that it was scientifically proven in college, so it is safe and it actually works. How does that sound?''

  She wiped her tears, ''I can try...''

  ''So tell me, what would you say to yourself if you were someone else?''

  ''I think I would say that maybe..." She sniffled, "Maybe her mother wasn't feeling good as well.''

  Katherine smiled, ''That's it! You are right. We all have problems that we don't want to tell the others and sometimes we might burn out on people we care about the most without being aware of it. You can ask your mother if she is feeling alright, it doesn't matter whether you are still upset with her or not; maybe you can help her as well just like you just helped yourself. That was very brave of you, in my opinion.'' She smiled wholeheartedly.

  The girl who was just crying smiled and said ''Thank you very much, Miss Daelan. It's going to be the first thing I'm gonna do when I'm home.''

  ''You're welcome. Feel free to talk to me anytime.'' She got up to open the door for her and then left the room as well before checking her phone.

3 new messages from Samantha

  S: Hey! Send screenshots!!!

Are you there?

Kath!

  K: I'm sorryyyy I was late to work already and then forgot to text you.

Here you go:

*screenshots*

  S: I told you that he liked you as well, he is flirting with you!

  K: No he's not!

  S: He adores you!

  K: You are really exaggerating.

  ''Miss Daelan, do you have a minute?'' Katherine looked up at the principle, "Yes, Mr Brealey."

  K: The principle wants to talk to me, I'll ttyl xxx

  S: What did he say?

  The old man opened his room's door for Katherine, she smiled and walked inside. He gestured her to sit down, "Please, have a seat." he said and closed the door. After sitting down, he cleared his throat and said "Miss Daelan, I... Erm..."

  He loosened his tie, couldn't dare to look at Katherine. His cheeks were red and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. The young woman frowned a little, listening to him in curiosity. "I've known you since the day you started working here and... I must say that you are the most intelligent, kind, beautiful woman I have ever seen... I can't take my eyes off you because you're an amazing woman and I... I love you."

  Katherine was shocked, didn't know what to say at first. She did not feel honored at all, she was disgusted. "Excuse me? I thought you were married!"

  "Yes but I don't love my wife, I'm going to divorce her soon; you must understand Miss Daelan, I love you! Please give me a chance..." And now she felt her blood boil in her veins.

"I am sorry but it's never gonna happen. I suggest you to divorce your wife as soon as possible to keep her away from an asshole like you." Katherine stood up angrily and walked towards the door, "But Miss D--" and she shut the door.

  K: FUCKING HELL!

He said he loves me!

He's fucking married, Samantha!

*seen*

Are you there?

*seen*

  K: I guess you are busy

I'm going home to get ready, talk to you later xxx

  S: Sorry, I had to deal with a costumer

What a prick!!!

How dare he?

I want to kill him.

  K: Violence is never the answer but yeah, I pity on his wife to be honest. He even has children.

ANYWAY

WHAT AM I GOING TO WEAR?

S: Whatever you're comfortable with. :)

  K: How about a dress?

The one I wore when we last met?

  S: You look so hot in it 🔥

Wear that one!

  K: It covers all of my body, it's kinda tight and there's NO WAY I can look hot in it. I don't want to look pretentious anyway.

  S: Anything you wear looks good on you, love!

  K: Gay. 🤭

  S: Shut up. Wear it!

  K: LOL sorry!

I gotta go nowww

  S: Tell me all about it when you're home, IF you go back home ;) Good luck!

  K: I WILL and thanks! ❤️

  The young woman sighed as she tried to find her keys. She was still mad at the principal and it was frustrating her.

  After a short shower, she dried her hair with a towel and let her curls down on her shoulders. She wore the dress and looked in the mirror, It actually looks good, she thought. After applying some makeup and wearing her favourite her perfume, she was ready. She didn't like to wait and hated making the others wait for her as well, so she left her flat at 1:30PM. It took her 15 minutes to get to the café and she realized that she wasn't the only one who was punctual.

  "Hi..." She said as she walked towards the man she couldn't get out of her mind. He was wearing a brown jumper with beige trousers and she breathed his masculine, minty cologne in. Her heart was beating faster already.

  "Oh, hi, Katherine!" He stood up and for one second she didn't know what to do. Should she shake his hand or kiss his cheek? Or hug him? The young man leaned down and kissed her cheek before hugging her, she was shaking inside.

  He felt her body close to his. He felt her delicate, pale skin; and her linden scent made him feel dizzy. Her arms hugged his chest and he felt her plump, beautiful breasts. He watched her dress tighten around her curves as she moved.

  She was so beautiful and he could barely keep his hands to himself. He could kiss and take her right there, but didn't. He had to control himself until she submitted to him, which wasn't going to take long because it was in her blood. Submitting, obeying, and being his. He just knew it, and he was going to take what belonged to him. Katherine, belonged to him.

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Chapter Three

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Not me rewriting the ending to Mizumono only to have a much better idea halfway through so as soon as I finished the first one I started on the second

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Hannibal (TV)

Relationship: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter

Characters: Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter, Abigail Hobbs

Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Episode: s02e13 Mizumono, Smut, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Mild Blood, Rough Sex, Coming Untouched, Not Beta Read, Dark Will Graham

Language: English

Summary: “I need him to know.” Will looked into Hannibal’s eyes then, searching for the desperation he could hear in his words. “If I confessed to Jack Crawford now, you think he would forgive me?”

“I would forgive you.” It’s clear that Hannibal’s not talking about the murder, but the betrayal. He would still forgive Will for conspiring against him. “If Jack were to tell you all is forgiven, Will, would you accept his forgiveness?” The double meaning is apparent. Hannibal was asking Will if he would go with him knowing that Hannibal would forgive him. It’s an invitation. One that Will wasn’t sure he wanted to decline.

“Jack isn't offering forgiveness.” Hannibal wanted to say “I am”, but he didn't. “He wants justice. He wants to see you. See who you are. See who I've become. Know the truth.” Will takes another sip of his wine and Hannibal accepts his defeat. He really hadn’t wanted to hurt Will, but it seemed that it would be the only option.

“Still, I suppose we don’t owe Jack that do we?” Will spoke again.

Notes: Okay, I know I rewrote the ending of Mizumono yesterday, but I had this idea while I wrote it and I couldn't help myself.

“Do you know what an imago is, Will?” Hannibal asked.

“It's a flying insect,” Will replied.

“It's the final stage of a transformation. Maturity.”

“When you become who you will be,” Will said, catching on to the point Hannibal was making.

“It's also a term from the dead religion of psychoanalysis. An imago is an image of a loved one buried in the unconscious, carried with us all our lives.”

“An ideal.”

“The concept of an ideal always searching for an objective reality to match. I have a concept of you just as you have a concept of me.”

“Neither of us are ideal,” Will says after taking a long drink of his wine. Hannibal considered what Will had just said for a moment. He had nearly trusted an ideal. He thought that Will would leave with him until he smelled Freddie Lounds on him. Perhaps Will was right, neither of them were ideal.

“We are both too curious about too many things for any ideals.” Hannibal paused a moment, feeling a twinge of hesitation for what he was about to ask. It was completely out of character for Hannibal to grovel, but in recent weeks he had grown accustomed to the idea of running away with Will, and he wasn’t quite ready to give the fantasy up. “Is it ideal that Jack die?”

Will matched Hannibal’s pause. Most would not even notice the hesitation, but Hannibal did.

“It's necessary. What happens to Jack has been preordained.” Will’s voice was cold, free from any emotion. In any other circumstance Hannibal would be proud of how well he schooled his expression, but now it just frustrated him.

“We could disappear now. Tonight. Feed your dogs. Leave a note for Dr. Bloom, never see her or Jack Crawford again. Almost polite,” Hannibal was nearly begging now and Will knew it. Their eyes locked and at once Will understood. Hannibal knew and he was willing to forgive.

“That'd make this our last supper,” Will said, considering Hannibal’s offer. Now, just days away from the sting that he and Jack had planned, Will still wasn’t sure whose side he was really on. Part of him wanted to be good, he wanted to atone for his sins and clear his name for good, because even though he had been acquitted, there were still those who believed he had actually killed all those people.

The other part of him wanted to become what everyone thought him to be. Though he hated to admit it, he had felt a thrill as he killed and mutilated Randall Tier. Even worse was that now thinking about that feeling didn’t make him feel guilty or sick, only enhanced the adrenaline.

If he was being completely honest, half of the thrill was seeing how Hannibal looked at him when he knew what Will had done. The subtle adoration and pride that he was no doubt allowing Will to see. Hannibal’s gaze made Will feel things, things that he had never felt with anyone before, and he wanted to chase that feeling.

“Of this life. I am serving lamb.”

“Sacrificial? Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world.” Will snorted.

“I freely claim my sin. I don't need a sacrifice. Do you?”

“I need him to know.” Will looked into Hannibal’s eyes then, searching for the desperation he could hear in his words. “If I confessed to Jack Crawford now, you think he would forgive me?”

“I would forgive you.” It’s clear that Hannibal’s not talking about the murder, but the betrayal. He would still forgive Will for conspiring against him. “If Jack were to tell you all is forgiven, Will, would you accept his forgiveness?” The double meaning was apparent. Hannibal was asking Will if he would go with him knowing that Hannibal would forgive him. It’s an invitation. One that Will wasn’t sure he wanted to decline.

“Jack isn't offering forgiveness.” Hannibal wanted to say “I am”, but he didn't. “He wants justice. He wants to see you. See who you are. See who I've become. Know the truth.” Will takes another sip of his wine and Hannibal accepts his defeat. He really hadn’t wanted to hurt Will, but it seemed that it would be the only option.

“Still, I suppose we don’t owe Jack that do we?” Will spoke again. Hannibal perked up almost imperceptibly.

“Perhaps a note will be sufficient. I didn’t want to leave the dogs alone, but they’ll be fine for a while. Knowing Jack he’ll send a cruiser to my place within an hour after I don’t show up in the morning.”

“Let us prepare then. I would like to be out of the country before Jack realizes that you are no longer his man on the inside.” Hannibal stood and began gathering plates to bring to the kitchen because of course he would want to leave the house spotless. Will helped him with the dishes and wiping everything down. They caught eyes several times, both revving with the anticipation of what was to come. Will considered apologizing for his conspiracy, but when he looked into Hannibal’s eyes he knew he was already forgiven.

It was a little intoxicating to know that he had this kind of control over hannibal. To know that he made Hannibal beg. He wondered how else he could compel him to beg. That was, once they stopped dancing around the physical aspect of their relationship and finally just fucked like they both wanted to.

Once they were finished they retired to the study to write a note. Hannibal wandered around, collecting particular books and knick knacks that he wanted to bring while Will drafted a note. After much thinking and many balled up pieces of paper, Will finally got it right. When he finished, he handed it to Hannibal to read.

“This will do nicely,” Hannibal said. He slipped the letter into an envelope and sealed it with blood red wax and a stamp that bore his initials.

Will watched as the wax dripped. The flow of the thick liquid was giving him all sorts of dirty thoughts. Thoughts of Hannibal pouring that warm liquid all over his body. Thoughts of being covered in other kinds of red liquid. Will had to take a deep breath to steady himself and bring some blood back up to his head.

When the wax had dried, Hannibal handed the letter to Will, fingers brushing against Will’s skin tenderly.

“I have a surprise for you,” Hannibal said, hand coming to grip Will’s wrist.

“Oh?” Will replied.

“Come with me.” Hannibal led Will upstairs, never letting go of his wrist. Will had only been to the upper floor of Hannibal’s house a few times, and never in the dark, so he didn’t really know where they were going. He had two ideas, one much more enticing than the other, but both equally likely.

As it turned out, neither of his assumptions were correct. Hannibal led him to a closed door at the end of the hallway and knocked.

“May we come in?” He asked. Will didn’t even have time to question who was in there before the door was being opened from the inside. Standing in the doorway was none other than Abigail Hobbs.

“Hi Will,” She said, a small smile playing on her chapped lips.

“Abigail?” Will asked, voice barely audible. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Had Hannibal drugged him? Was he hallucinating?

“How are you here? You’re dead,” Will said.

“Not dead, just misplaced,” Hannibal replied, “they never found a body, well, not a whole body at least. It was merely a charade.”

Abigail tucked her hair back to show Will the flesh where her ear had been. It was healed over by now, but it still brought a wave of bile up in Will’s throat.

“You’ve been here this whole time?” Will asked, choking down the anger that was building in him. There was no sense getting angry now, especially when he was teetering on the edge of a new beginning.

“I’m sorry,” Abigail said, tears welling in her eyes.

“I forgive you,” Will said. Abigail took two big steps forward and wrapped her arms around Will’s middle, burying her tears in his shirt. He brought a hand to her hair and stroked, both soothing her and assuring himself that she was really there and really alive.

“Thank you,” Will whispered to Hannibal. He wasn’t sure what he was thanking him for. Maybe for keeping Abigail alive, maybe for bringing him to her, maybe just because he didn’t know what else to say.

Hannibal’s hand came to rest between Will’s shoulder blades, fingertips shooting electricity down his spine.

“I do not wish to rush you two, but we must be going,” Hannibal said, “there is still much for us to do and little time to do it.”

Abigail pulled back from Will and wiped her eyes on her sleeve, sniffling a few times.

“Will, would you care to help me pack?” Hannibal asked.

“Yeah, sure.” Will cast one last glance at Abigail before following Hannibal to his bedroom.

“Everything in that top drawer must come,” Hannibal said as he set a large suitcase on the bed. Will began transferring the carefully folded garments from the dresser to the suitcase while Hannibal sorted through his suits to find the ones he liked best.

Will and Hannibal's hands brushed for what felt like the 500th time that night as they both attempted to place clothing in the suitcase at the same time. Their eyes met and there was a moment of contemplation before they pounced.

Will dragged Hannibal to the floor and straddled him, hands balling up around fistfulls of Hannibal’s jacket as he pressed their lips together. Hannibal kissed back with equal fervour, hands sliding back to cup Will’s ass. Will moaned into the kiss and rutted his hips against Hannibals. Hannibal bit Will’s lip, not stopping until he drew blood.

They broke away, panting and breathing each other in. Hannibal brought one hand to Will’s cheek and stroked, the pad of his thumb brushing over Will’s parted lips. Will sucked the digit into his mouth, tongue lapping at the sensitive skin.

Will ground his hips down, ass rubbing against Hannibal’s rapidly hardening cock. The older man stared up at him in wonder, lips parted and eyes blown wide. He withdrew his hand, swiping his thumb along the bleeding cut on Will’s lip until the skin was stained red. Then he brought it to his own mouth, his eyes rolling back as he savored the metallic taste of his lover’s blood.

“You taste divine Will,” Hannibal said, deep voice sending tremors through Will’s body. That was it, that was the breaking point for Will.

“Take your fucking clothes off,” He demanded as he scrambled off of Hannibal to remove his own clothes.

“Such crass language,” Hannibal scolded, clicking his tongue disapprovingly, “whatever should I do about that?”

Hannibal was trying his best to regain some of the power he had lost in this exchange. Will would let him believe that he did, if only to sate his ego, but Will knew deep down that he was in control. He had known since before Hannibal had pleaded with him that he was in control here. Hannibal had several layers to his persona. The first was the polite, yet slightly eccentric doctor who loved good food and opera, behind that was the calculating psychopath cold, and emotionless. His true personality was hidden deep within himself, but Will was able to see it, after all, he had not yet met a person he couldn’t read.

The person that Hannibal truly was was driven by his emotions. Anger and hurt bubbled under his skin, suppressed by years of burying everything akin to a feeling deep below the surface. He was intensely narcissistic and hedonistic. Everything he did was to fulfill his desires. He ate to satiate his hunger, he killed to assuage a compulsion. He acted solely in his own self interests, and right now Will was his interest. That gave Will ultimate power over Hannibal. He wanted Will in every sense of the word, and would do nearly everything to have him.

Perhaps what solidified Will’s control was the fact that he was aware of this while Hannibal wasn’t. Hannibal had spent so much effort repressing feelings that he genuinely believed that they were never there in the first place. Will knew about Hannibal’s nature, not from the beginning, no he was fooled like everyone else at first, but certainly longer than he let on. He only raised the issue with Jack when he was in danger.

Will put on the facade of being overly emotional, of being unstable, but deep down he was something different entirely. That’s why he was so good at “faking” the coldness he showed with Hannibal, it was never fake, the emotions were fake, and Hannibal was none the wiser. This was Will’s game and Hannibal was barely aware he was playing.

“Will?” Hannibal asked, pulling Will from his thoughts. He kneeled in front of him, now fully nude, his erection jutting out proudly from a bed of well trimmed blonde curls.

“Fuck me,” Will insisted, trying to pass his momentary spacyness off as fascination with the admittedly impressive cock that hung between Hannibal’s legs.

“As you wish.” Yes, as Will wishes. Hannibal will do exactly as Will wishes.

Will doesn’t wait for any more negotiations. He turns around and sinks to his elbows, thighs spread wide to accommodate Hannibal. He heard the older man’s breath catch as Will displayed himself.

“Oh Will, you truly are exquisite. Beauty incarnate.” Hannibal mused. Will watched between his legs as Hannibal reached into the bedside table for a bottle of lube. Hannibal poured the lube onto his fingers, then pressed them to Will’s hole, tracing the rim to get it nice and wet.

Will buried his face in his crossed arms to stifle a moan. The last thing he needed was for Hannibal to know exactly how sensitive he actually was and to exploit that fact. They didn’t have much time and Will was really just looking to be fucked.

Finally, one finger breached Will. It slid in with little resistance and Hannibal added a second. His thumb came to press against Will’s perineum as he scissored his fingers. Will let out a choked sob when Hannibal’s other hand tangled in his hair and pulled his head up sharply.

“I want to hear you Will. I want to hear exactly how much you like this.”

“God, just fuck me already Hannibal,” Will begged, “I’m ready, just get in me.”

Hannibal withdrew his fingers at once. Will didn’t even have a chance to get a word out before Hannibal was pressing his cock inside.

“There you go sweet boy, taking my cock so well, like you were made for it. Like you were born to take me.”

Will had never heard Hannibal speak so lewdly before, but he liked it more than he would ever care to admit. Not that he even could right now with Hannibal thrusting into him with punishing force, hitting his prostate every time.

Hannibal still had one hand in Will’s hair. The other was gripping his hip so tight he would undoubtedly have finger shaped bruises in the morning. He brought his lips down to Will’s shoulder, placing a few gentle kisses there, and that would simply not do. Will needed him to be rough, he needed to be fucked hard.

“Harder,” Will grunted, “come on Hannibal, you can do better than that. Do it like I know you want to. Hurt me.”

“Are you sure you can handle it?” Hannibal panted.

“Fuck yes, give it to be Hannibal, fucking ruin me.”

Hannibal complied immediately, using all of the force he could to pound into Will like he was trying to split him clean in half. He bit down hard on Will’s shoulder, just short of drawing blood.

Will rocked back to meet every thrust, letting out a litany of pathetic noises that he probably should have been embarrassed about. Hannibal was groaning now too, grunting like a beast in Will’s ear as he shoved in impossibly deeper.

Will’s orgasm was so sudden, he didn’t even feel it coming. In an instant his body went rigid as white hot pleasure coiled in his abdomen and he came completely untouched.

After coming for what felt like hours, he dropped to the floor, thighs shaking too hard to support himself any longer.

Once he had caught his breath, Will rolled over onto his back and spread his legs.

“Keep going,” he told Hannibal, “I want you to use me to make yourself come.”

Hannibal didn’t need to be told twice before sliding back into Will. He hoisted the younger man’s knees up over his shoulders to get a better angle as he slammed in over and over again.

At last, Hannibal gave a final hard thrust and spilled inside Will, coating his insides with his seed. He pulled out and laid on the floor next to him, breathing hard and trembling.

“I would have run away with you a long time ago if I had known that was in store for me,” Will panted, struggling to sit up.

“If I saw you every day, forever, Will, I would remember this time,” Hannibal said, reaching over to brush a lock of curly hair behind his ear.

Will smiled and kissed Hannibal again. It was softer this time, full of much more affection, especially on Hannibal’s behalf.

“I would sit here with you for eternity Will, but I fear that we must leave soon. We would not want to keep Abigail waiting.” Hannibal said when they pulled away.

“Of course, but first will you promise me something?”

“What is it that you desire?”

“Do that again as soon as we get to wherever we’re going.” Hannibal grinned and cupped Will’s cheek.

“I would gladly have you every day, my dear Will.”

Notes: Listen, we all know who's actually in control and this relationship and it's not Hannibal "Simp" Lecter.

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