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Hunter's first time | The Bad Batch oneshot

Hunter x Female reader // Hunter x You

Word count: 4105.

Warnings: Spoilers from The Bad Batch S2E13, NSFW, Smut, Explicit, Fluff, Unprotected Sex (use protection IRL).

Note: I was inspired by the Episode 13 in Season 2 but without the tremor nor the tsunami.

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You are a bounty hunter who joined the group temporarily after altruistically saving Omega. You needed to escape from a planet and they offered their help in exchange. Since you had nothing left and nowhere to go, and Omega got well along with you, she convinced her brothers to let you be part of their team temporarily. Of course, you put yourself at their service to collaborate and not be a nuisance.

At first, they didn't trust you, especially Hunter, the most protective of them all. But over time, they discovered that behind the appearance of a cold-blooded assassin, there was a kind hearted person and you won their affection.

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The team and you have settled in Pabu, and you have been there for a few days. They were given a house, and you got a smaller one. Wrecker and Omega went out for the day, Tech and Phee went out on what seemed like a date. Hunter stayed alone and went for a walk in the afternoon, the sunset views were a gift to remember.

You were leaning on the balcony in front of your house, enjoying the orange and purple colors that were painted in the sky. Pabu was a tropical island, the sea surrounded you to the infinity, and the houses on the entire island were starting to light up.

Hunter's aimless walk led him to pass right in front of your lodging, casually. A warm smile appeared on his face when he saw you, he approached you and leaned on the railing next to you.

"Enjoying the view?" he said after clearing his throat.

The landscape had you so absorbed that a startle brought you out of your trance. Although you maintained a calm composure, your heart was pounding.

"Oh! Hi Hunter, what are you doing here? And the others?" You looked over his shoulder hoping to see them coming after him, but no one else appeared.

Hunter told you about everyone's plans and that he spent the day relaxing, but he was a little tired of doing nothing and decided to go for a walk.

You told him that you were also a little bored of being alone and invited him to stay and chat for a bit. He accepted delightedly, his eyes shining.

*********

The hours passed and you talked about a little bit of everything. You shared about your tough childhood on the streets and how you were trained to be an assassin, about growing up as a special clone on Kamino, and about how sweet Omega was. Meanwhile, you went to a nearby stall for dinner. There were few people there, and the atmosphere felt private. As you began to speculate about what plans Tech and Phee had for the 'date', you asked Hunter between laughs.

"His first date? You make it sound like it's the first one in his whole life."

Hunter, looking serious and not knowing where to look, responded.

"Our purpose has been to fight, we haven't had any chance to have any kind of relationship," he muttered.

When you heard his words, you felt empathy for them, as you too were forced to train from a young age with the purpose of being an assassin. Luckily, you were able to find your way out of that world years ago, which is how you later became a bounty hunter. Even so, despite not being able to afford to fall in love and have a partner, you had had your occasional encounters. So, since the subject came up, you decided to satisfy your curiosity.

Hunter was an attractive man to you. His long hair and tattoed face were very sexy, perhaps too aggressive for most people, but that only made him more attractive to you. Nothing like a tough guy appearance. And when you got to know him and saw his protective side with Omega, it got you extremely hot to see that duality of tough-guy-good-guy in him. On more than one occasion, your hands slid under your underwear to give yourself pleasure while thinking about him. You bit your lower lip and asked him.

"So... you haven't been with any women before?"

You leaned in closer, interested in his answer. Imagining someone like him being inexperienced was quite arousing to you.

Hunter tried to clear his throat, it was obvious that this wasn't a topic he was used to discussing and he looked uncomfortable. His fingers were restless.

"Um... no," he stammered as he scratched his neck, his face completely red.

You leaned in a bit more, tempted to tease him fondly. He looked cute to you, all embarrassed like that.

"Nothing at all? Not even a casual encounter?" you insisted.

"We haven't had time for anything other than war or survival," he said bluntly.

Your expression went from mischievous to sad. You furrowed your brow, and your lips turned down. "Poor things, they haven't enjoyed life," you thought.

You pressed your lips together for a moment to think about what to say, but before your mind could catch up, the words were already coming out of your mouth.

"Well, if you're interested in knowing what it's like to bed a woman... Well... I'm willing to help you. You and I have nothing to do tonight."

You couldn't believe what you had just said, your heart was racing. But you said it already and you had to keep your composure. So you offered him your best smile as you touched your hair.

Hunter's face went pale, he was breathless and as stiff as a protocol droid. As soon as he regained his speech, he thanked you hastily for the offer and quickly excused himself to go back home.

You had no choice but to accept that you fucked up and endure the embarrassment, knowing that it would haunt you from that day on, each time you see him.

*********

It was already late at night, you stayed drinking alone to try to forget the shame you had just experienced. You were already in your pajamas - if being in panties and a tank top could be considered that - and decided it was time to go to sleep.

You heard a noise at the entrance, someone knocked on the door with their knuckles. Although there was no crime in that city, your survival instincts automatically kicked in. You approached with a hidden knife in your hand and, cautiously, asked who it was. You didn't expect to hear his deep voice.

"It's me, Hunter. Hope I didn't startle you."

You quickly drop the weapon and crack the door open to peek out, since you're not decent for him to see.

"Not at all. Has something happened? What are you doing here?" you ask, looking down and blushing.

He seems uneasy, he cleared his throat. He's dressed in a short-sleeved green shirt, with a short kimono of the same color that was crossed in front and a belt at the waist. Below that, loose pants that end inside his high leather boots. He was dressed exactly as before, "didn't he went home after all?" you ask yourself.

"I've been thinking... about what you said earlier," he said in a hoarse voice.

He paused briefly, which felt like two full rotations, but you didn't interrupt him because you could tell he still had something else to say.

"I would like... to be with you... if your offer still stands." He couldn't say it all out loud or maintain eye contact with you for more than a second.

As soon as he finished, all your worries dissipated at hyperdrive speed. In their place, a pulse in your intimate areas sent a shiver down your spine.

"It will be my pleasure, Hunter. Please come in," you looked him up and down.

You relaxed your expression and smiled. You opened the door wider for him to come in, staying behind it and then closing it. When he entered and turned to see you, barely dressed, you noticed how his whole body became rigid. He shifted his weight, as if trying to adjust his leg due to some discomfort in his pants. You could tell he was struggling to keep his gaze on your eyes and not look where he shouldn't.

"I'm glad I didn't scare you off earlier, I didn't know how I was going to face you", you said with relief.

"Uh, yeah. I certainly didn't expect it. But I've been thinking about it and..." he spoke cautiously and shyly.

With a suppressed giggle, you brought your right hand to his face to stroke the fringe that fell over the bandana, playing with his hair. It was softer than you expected. Your other hand rested on his arm, feeling strong to the touch.

"Get ready, you're going to lose your virginity tonight, Hunter. Do not worry, I'll be gentle”, You smiled with complicity, noticing that it was difficult for him to swallow.

Your hand left his hair and began to trace the line of his prominent eyebrow on his tattooed side. Your fingers followed the path from his temple to his sunken cheeks, ending at his chin. He had shaved a couple of days ago and his skin felt rough to the touch. Your heart was racing as he stood so close.

He was still, completely lost and at your mercy. He just twitched his hands restlessly on either side of his body, as if he didn't know what to do with them. You rested your palms on his pectorals, making circles on his kimono. His breath was heavily. You closed the distance between the two of you stepping forward. The house was almost in darkness, just an ambient light that you left on.

You wet your lips and brought your face closer to his, slowly, until your lips rubbed together superficially, without exerting pressure, as if you wanted to tickle him. You could feel his hot breath on your mouth, with a ragged breathing. At the same time, your hands slid up his clavicle, past his neck, and ending at his back.

After you admired him for a few moments, you gave him a soft kiss, slow and simple, just on the lips. Hunter let out a moan as he closed his eyes, resting his hands on your waist. He sighed to try to calm himself down. You gave him a couple more timid kisses, this time shorter, but with the same care.

"Are you sure you want to do this?", you said softly and looked into his eyes.

He couldn't find the words, so he nodded his head. You responded with a smile to try to calm his -obvious- nerves.

"Come, let's get more comfortable."

You took him by the hand and led him to your room. He was behind you and you could feel his gaze scanning every inch of your body. His trembling hand was slightly sweaty. You turned on the bedside light so as not to be in absolute darkness, you wanted an intimate setting but also to be able to see him in all his splendor, and for him to see you too. You were still holding hands, you didn't want to lose tact with his skin.

"Let yourself go. Do what your body wants, don't be afraid. You won't break me," you whispered with a playful chuckle, releasing the grip and turning towards him to cup his face with both hands.

He frowned with uncertainty and concern, it was a completely new and unexpected experience for him.

"Understood," he finally said with a shaky smile, as if it were a mission and you were his superior.

Your bodies leaned into a kiss with more intensity than the first one that you gave him in the living room. Your hands snaked up the nape of his neck, gently balling into fists to better feel the strands of hair between your fingers. Hunter, on the other hand, traced the outline of your body, up and down, along your sides. The kisses were only broken to get some air.

You were being flooded by Hunter's essences. A blend of damp earth, metal, and leather. They were the scents of war, of his armor, of a soldier. The smell of a man who knows what he's doing and how to survive. It got you very horny.

Your lips parted slightly to stick out your tongue. You traced his lower lip until he took the hint that he should repeat your play as well. Suddenly, your tongues met in a wet dance inside your mouths. Hunter wrapped his arms around your waist tightly, you couldn't suppress a moan, you were overcome by the need for him to be inside you.

You managed to detach yourself from his mouth and you looked at him with the hunger of a beast that hadn't eaten for days, wanting to tear his clothes off. Between gasps, you started to remove his belt, he quickly assisted you and in less than a second it was out. His kimono opened automatically and you ran across his chest over the shirt. You reached under it, and as he removed his kimono, you lifted his shirt until his bare torso was facing you. You liked his olive skin so much!

"You don't know how I've been longing for this, Hunter", you let out between sighs as you ate him with your eyes.

“I'm all yours,” he gasped.

Like a moth to the light, you stuck to him to kiss him on the neck. Hunter no longer held back, his moans were louder and more frequent. He tipped his head back to give you some more space. He could feel your breasts oppressed against him, his hands were gaining confidence and you noticed how he caressed your bust on the sides. You pulled away for a moment to give him a chance to touch them better, and he did.

His large and calloused hands cupped your breasts gently, afraid not to squeeze too hard. His thumbs rubbed your erect nipples across your shirt, you didn't have a bra on, that thin layer of fabric was the only thing separating him from your skin. You mischievously pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed, you could feel his erection through his pants. You placed your knees on the bed as well, on each side of Hunter, you were on top of him with your hips elevated, you still didn't want your private areas to rub together. You looked at each other with lust and he groped your firm rear, taking advantage of the space.

After a couple more kisses bathed in both of your saliva, you stuck out your chest for him to massage them again. You put your hands on his to show him how to bring your breasts together so that he could feel how far he could compress them without hurting you. You began to notice how Hunter tilted his hip with a swinging movement. As soon as you let him explore freely, he wasted no time in lifting your tank top, you finished pulling it off over your head. Your breasts were exposed.

Hunter didn't know you had a large snake tattoo that ran across your chest and down your side. When he saw it, he pushed you down himself and lifted his hips until you felt great pressure below, huffing and puffing. Your panties were wet for a while ago and the arousal with the touch of his erection made it worse.

"I didn't know you had tattoos too," he exclaimed excitedly.

"Would you have liked to find out earlier?" you teased him.

"Better late than never," he replied.

Hunter put a hand on your back for support, you leaned back and with the other hand he slid his index and middle fingers from your navel to the neckline, grabbing one breast and then the other. You returned to your position from before, sitting on him with your back straight, and Hunter took the opportunity to run his tongue over your nipples.

"Ahh.. Hunter!" you let out.

Your heart was about to burst out of your chest, your iner parts was so swollen that it ached, and if you kept going like that, you were going to stain his pants. So you got up and started taking off his boots, luckily they were easy to slip off. You took one off and he did the other.

You introduced your fingers through the waist of his pants and his underwear, lowering them at once. His manhood was so hard that it bounced in front of your face when you undressed him. You heard how Hunter let all the air out of his lungs, seeing himself completely exposed in front of you.

You got on your knees and caressed his hairy legs with your fingers, leaving a trail of kisses behind them, from his knees to his inner thighs, ending at his crotch. Avoiding touching his erection to torment him some more. Hunter called your name, frowning, when you made the move to lick him but dodged it by aiming to the opposite leg. His organ had an involuntary contraction and a droplet of precum appeared.

When you had teased him enough, you used both hands to caress his cock, it was wide and veined, slightly curved downwards. You used the entire length of it to pleasure him, Hunter's head was thrown back and he rolled his eyes. His hands dropped to your head, as he brushed his fingers through your mane, then you opened your mouth and took it inside you. You tasted the liquid and that made you groan with your mouth full. You played with your tongue while you gave him fellatio, turning it around the glans. From time to time you would firmly grab his member and, with your gaze fixed on his face, completely blushed, you would lick it from the base to the tip, to end up introducing it again at once. Hunter's legs wouldn't stop shaking.

"Oh fuck!" Hunter said, rapidly inhaling and exhaling.

You gave him a kiss on the tip with your swollen lips. You got up and took him to the bed, to lie on his back. You took off your underwear, curving your body sensually. His gaze was fixed intensely on your shaved area, French bikini style. You were both completely naked at last, your battle scars standing out in the light from the bedside table.

You crawled across the bed to end up on top of him. Hunter welcomed you with open arms, groping your entire body. His dick was rock hard, throbbing. You leaned in to kiss his neck, he took the opportunity to kiss your clavicle and your shoulder.

Hunter bent his knees to support the soles of his feet, he was seething with excitement, his hips rose and fell pushing you with all his power. You also moved your hips but with the movement inverted, to put more pressure when your sensitive areas pressed against each other.

"I think it is going to explode", he begged indirectly for you to relieve him.

With your tongue, you licked from the base of his neck, where you were kissing him, to behind his earlobe. Right after you bit it carefully. Hunter arched his back in pleasure and dug his fingers into your thighs.

"We'll need to fix that", you whispered in his ear.

You sat on him, grabbed his member in front of you, and brought yourself up on your knees, aiming his member just below your entrance. Hunter was expectant, stroking your thighs on the outside and inside, in circular motions.

You were descending with your body towards his cock, you were so wet that it had no resistance. You decided to go down little by little, for him to feel your warmth and get used to the pressure of your vagina. His arms stretched out the width of the bed, he closed his eyes and moaned, trusting you completely. Once it was completely inside you, you let it rest for a few moments. It felt so good.

“It's all inside me”, you gasped and he looked at the area with wide eyes.

Your hands were resting on his -well-trained- abs, his hairs tickled your fingers. You started to rotate the waist, squeezing down even more, you wanted it inside as much as possible. Your breasts protruded tightly in your arms, Hunter grabbed them with his hands and fondled them as you taught him before. Then your body began to go up and down, each time with more rhythm.

Your arousal increased with Hunter's, your breasts bouncing to the beat of your movements. Hunter couldn't take his eyes off you, you never imagined seeing him like this. He was biting his lips in excitement.

“You're doing it so good… I like you a lot. You are beautiful”, he stammered.

You've done it with one-night stands before. But with Hunter you felt…a connection. His words generated a stream in your body that you took advantage of to go faster. At that moment, one of his calloused hands touched your most sensitive spot, inserting his thumb between your lower lips and rubbing. He was exploring your parts, enjoying you. But as soon as you made a noise of pleasure that you couldn't suppress, he repeated that gesture. And soon you had a series of contractions that got bigger.

There you were that night, with Hunter between your legs. Enjoying pleasure, flooded in spasms as you moved up and down on top of him. You arched your back and threw your head back.

"Ahh! Hunter!”, you blurted with the last downloads of energy.

Hunter felt your orgasm, the spasms around his erection, and an increased amount of lubrication. After that, he could not contain himself and he took you by the arms to put you with your back on the bed and him on top of you. He made sure that your pelvises were glued together at all times so that his dick wouldn't come off.

"Give it all to me, fill me up", you said with all the blood on your cheeks and a big smile after the orgasm.

His tongue searched yours as he thrust his hip into you, his dark mane falling over your face. You surrounded his waist with your legs so that the penetration was deeper. His breathing became more and more labored, his arms began to shake.

"I think… I think I'm cuming" he said between thrusts.

Soon you were listening to his gasps as he went faster and faster until he reached climax. You noticed how he was unloading inside you, you helped him with your hip movements.

Gradually, he reduced the frequency of his movements, pressing with your insides to release every last drop.

He didn't got off to be able to enjoy you, after his first orgasm. He had her elbows on the bed, on either side of you. He gave you a series of kisses on the lips, on the cheeks, on the forehead, on the eyebrow, below the jaw. Until his body finally asked him to relax completely. He pulled his pelvis back, arching his back slowly, until his penis was out of you.

"That was amazing" he sighed.

He turned to the side of the bed and lay next to you. You were full of his, you could feel it dripping. You'll change the sheets tomorrow.

*********

Both of you stayed cuddled up in bed. Hunter lying on his back and you on your side, with your head on his chest. Both of your breathing clear and serene. You closed your eyes to listen to his heartbeat, it was relaxing.

"What's your impression?" you asked curiously.

“It has been the best experience of my life. Thank you”, you didn't see his face but you could feel that he was smiling.

You began to caress his chest without a certain pattern, sometimes a caress deviated more than necessary, towards the south of his body.

"We can do it again if you want. There's still so much more for you to explore," you said, feeling a blush creeping up your cheeks.

Hunter gave you a kiss on the head.

“I hope we can do it again soon”, a new erection was beginning to appear.

"There's no need to wait for another day", you wanted to tease him.

Hours passed, Hunter and you continued to enjoy each other as he regained his vigor. Thanks to you, he had the best night of his life... and there were many more to come.

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Additional note: I reposted this here because I first uploaded in my main blog ( @antaresgalaeth )but it was about Hogwarts Legacy, so I wanted something only for SW/TBB.

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skzoologist · 5 months

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word count: ~3.8k

warnings: there is a crime scene there described, mentions of past abuse

genre: angst, with a hint of crack

a/n: The last of the event's requests, done at last. This was requested by an irl friend, and since I know her very well, I made a few changes to it. Now it's focused on certain characters more and turned into angst, because we love that in this household. And my previously hidden fixation over DBH is newly lit and I only need to look at the word count to know I am absolutely fucked. But I love the world of that game too much, and look, police SKZ??? I cannot be the only one who loves the concept this much, I just know it 😔 No, police!Chan doesn't have a hold on me, what are you talking about- Anyway, Darling, hope you enjoy reading this, there's plenty of main course with a hint of fine wine there!

Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in! Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!

!I don't condone anyone stealing my work and posting it anywhere without my permission, or feeding it to AI!

!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

He was at the wrong place, at the wrong time.

It was that simple.

He’d merely wanted to take a brief walk around the neighbourhood, to freshen up his mind and wind down from a stressful day of work. Nothing more, nothing less.

And yet, he somehow found himself crouched in front of a window at a house that wasn’t even his, mind you, and just bearing witness to a scene that made the breath still in his lungs. Not a single coherent thought passed through his mind, body operated purely by instinct as it stayed there, motionless, as if he himself had been turned into a statue.

The room he’d been peering into was bathed in vermillion, splashes of it everywhere: on the expensive furniture, the once shiny floorboards, even the glass he’d been peeking through. And amidst all that stood an android, his clothes pristine and untouched, looking as if he’d been put there from a completely different scenario. The light on his template was a calm blue, creating a serene light in the dimly lit crime scene.

Before he could even think about what to do next, the nearby android turned towards him, movement precise and calculated. Not a single hair was out of place on his head, expression as neutral and calm as it could be. Their eyes met, one a pair of deep cerulean, another a pair of darkness, wide and scared, pupils shrank down in utter fear and anxiety.

He knew he couldn’t run anymore, with how he’d been seen. It would only take the police to check that android's memories to see his face and pin all of this on him, while the real culprit would be left to run free and commit another crime with no shackles to restrict them.

Not a chance he would let that happen!

“Sir, don’t move and put your hands where I can see them.” - an unknown male’s voice called out to him, sending him nearly into a heart attack.

Shaking, but knowing he quite literally had no choice now if he wanted to stay alive, he slowly lifted his hand up above his head and turned around, the movements choppy and shaky. The sight in front of him made the blood freeze into his veins.

A police officer was standing there, pistol drawn and pointed right at him, the man’s presumed partner having his hands on his own holster, housing another gun, ready to be pointed at him as well. His eyes instantly glazed over, panic being the only fragile obstacle between his tears and the wide world.

Because those two weren’t simple officers, no. They were well-known for their amazing skills, tackling hard cases and solving them swiftly, as if they were mere child’s play to them. Captain Bahng and Officer Kim were highly praised and sought-after individuals in their fields, their Department quickly gaining fame and the trust of the people.

Which was why he prayed that they would believe him and how he had nothing to do with the dead body in this random house, even if there was only a slim chance of it ever happening.

“Sir, we’re going to need an ID and a clear explanation on what happened here.” - the senior officer said, his voice now much closer as he’d been inching towards the scared boy ever since. “I- I’m Han Jisung, I uh, I live down a few roads over there and please believe me when I say I don’t know what happened here. I was just taking a walk when I noticed the strange spots on this windowhereanddecidedtocheckandsawitwasbloodand–” - his words became a jumbled mess, his breath short and much too fast to be considered normal.

The officers noticed it too, how his eyes seemed unseeing, his whole body shaking and going into a panic attack. The captain quickly put his pistol away and approached Jisung swiftly, only after a quick glance at his partner, who nodded back and followed him closer, stopping a few metres away, hand still hovering over his open holster.

“Sir, I need you to listen to my voice and breathe with me. Take a deep breath in, then, breathe it out. In, out. Yes, like that! Breath in, then let it out.” - the captain instructed, a small smile dancing on his lips to appear at least a tiny bit friendlier.

Jisung followed along as best as he could, his body and mind retreating from the verge of an attack slowly, but surely. His breathing stabilised, only hitching in his throat every once in a while. Only small tremors could be seen running along his hands, the digits twitching occasionally.

“Good, you did good. I’m terribly sorry Sir, but we cannot let you go, given the circumstances. My partner here, Officer Kim, will keep an eye on you while I go in and investigate. I would be grateful if you would comply.”

While he was still a bit out of it, Jisung nodded his head so fast, it was a miracle his vertebrae were still intact. That small smile ever so slightly widened on the captain’s face before he glanced back at his partner and stood up, having been kneeling in front of Jisung this whole time. The other policeman once again curtly nodded, his eyes drifting down towards the scared boy and quietly prompting him to stand up. Jisung thankfully read the silent command and followed along, watching as Captain Bahng took his pistol out again and carefully opened the door.

The android was still standing there, the blue light of his LED spinning as it was processing new information, his eyes falling upon the new arrivals’ forms.

They felt strangely alive, causing a shiver to run up Jisung’s spine.

“Ah, you must be the android the caller mentioned before. Seungmin, can you question him while I take a look around?”

“Looking after a potential suspect wasn’t enough? You’re working me to death over here.” - the officer’s voice was light and teasing, drawing a sigh out of the older one.

Despite their playful banter, Seungmin did as he was told, calling over the android and asking it about everything, down to the tiniest of details. Jisung merely stood there in silence, mainly because he was still shaking in his boots, praying to any god out there that he would not land in jail.

All the while Chan’d been walking around the room, gloved fingers hovering around potential clues and traces. The body laid next to a table that stood there emptily, a shattered bowl and spilled food found nearby, a few of the latter’s pieces still sticking to the wall above and painting the beige surface a light brown. The puddle of blood around the body was spread wide, as if no blood was left in it anymore. Arches made with those same vermillion blotches could be seen around, staining the furniture and walls, as if the murder weapon was flung around after each stab in a morbidly graceful spectacle. Seemingly no injuries were on the body as it laid there, back facing the ceiling, forcing the policeman to leave it as it is, until the investigators came around and took photos of everything in their original state.

The house itself was big, having two stories with several rooms on each floor, all spacious and well furnished. The now dead owner must have been well-off, although that didn’t come as a surprise, the neighbourhood being closer to the heart of the city. But now as it stood there, empty, it only posed more problems, making the investigation harder with its endless potential hiding spots for easily missable vital clues.

It took the captain a good ten minutes to scan the first floor briefly, his eyes stopping at an opened magazine. Curiosity drove him forward, something in his gut telling him it was important. His fingers hovered over the marked page, the big letters in the middle confusing him, creating a slight furrow in his brows.

“Hey, Seungmin. What’s the android’s model?” “BI-800, why?” “Then where is the HS-900 model one?”

Seungmin hummed, also appalled by the situation. The two officers quietly discussed things, but Jisung saw.

The android’s light flashed in an ominous red, yet in the blink of an eye it was gone, only that usual, serene blue could be seen in its place. It made Jisung question his sanity, if he was so freaked out he was starting to hallucinate now.

“I’ll check the upper floor, stay here and watch the doors and these two. That android has to be here somewhere too, if the house owner actually bought one.” - Captain Bahng said, voice firm and turning serious.

And so the other three waited on the first floor in silence, the atmosphere so heavy, it was basically palpable. The air itself turned chilly, as if something was in the making, yet none of the humans knew about it.

Officer Kim was already in his stance, ready to take action in a millisecond if needed, eyes sweeping over the place in a calculated manner. Jisung was just standing there, fidgeting with his hands, the skin around his nails on the verge of bleeding from the constant abuse. All the while the android just stood there, eyes fixated on the stairs, never once looking away.

As if he was waiting for something.

A few minutes later a quiet thud could be heard, barely registering in the humans’ ears. Both of them snapped their heads towards the stairs now as well, waiting for something, anything to happen.

Yet, Jisung felt the urge to look at the android who stood next to them again, as if it was an insatiable itch itself that had to be satiated.

The light on his temple was blood red, never changing its colour, no matter how long the human looked at it.

Not even a moment after this discovery did a male run down the stairs, so distressed he nearly tripped down the oak steps. Somehow he found his balance and successfully righted himself, just in time to land safely and for Seungmin to slam into him, pushing him down onto the ground. Chan wasn’t far behind, looking dishevelled and a bit out of breath, no doubt the unknown male’s doing.

That same male was writhing in the officer’s hold, trying his best to break free while shouting, begging to be released. But the small splotches of blood, both red and blue, begged to differ, putting him on the prime suspect’s pedestal, no matter how hard he cried and pleaded with the policemen.

It all happened in the blink of an eye, and Jisung somehow saw it all unfold with perfect detail, his body jerking backwards into faux safety.

The android disappeared from next to him, no, he ran there with calculated and efficient steps, a pistol drawn from one of the holsters sitting snugly in his hand, pointed right at the weapon’s rightful owner’s head. All movement ceased when a click could be heard, the gun merely the pull of a trigger away from firing.

No words were exchanged, yet the android’s demands were obvious. Their hold on the suspect lessened, allowing the male to scramble out and hide behind the robot, tall form now small and timid. His fingers were desperately clinging to that typical outfit all androids were forced to don, hold so tight his knuckles turned white. Tears were still endlessly flowing from his strikingly blue eyes, forming wet trails on flushed cheeks and long hair.

In a strange twist of fate, those strands were the exact same shade as the blood that could be seen smudged on his clothes and face, mixed with a few splotches of terrific blue.

The same blue that started spreading on the android’s white uniform, the puddle seemingly appearing out of nowhere and growing ever so slowly. Yet, he didn’t seem bothered by it, remaining in the same position and putting a comforting hand on the male clinging to him.

“Listen, I know it’s scary and you have every right to be scared, but if you lower the weapon, we can help you. Just–”

Chan’s voice was interrupted by a simple ‘No’, the word cold and firm. It left no room for discussion, planting fear in the policemen’s minds and locking their limbs into place. Nausea took its place in their guts, as if it had been waiting for this exact moment to rear its ugly head.

He couldn’t lose his partner like this, Chan would rather take his own life with his own hands before that could ever happen.

Jisung didn’t know how he was still standing there, with dry pants no less, but he just couldn’t take his eyes off of the scene playing out right in front of him. He watched it all with bated breaths, nearly lightheaded from the lack of air his unmoving lungs failed to provide him with. His eyes were starting to water as he forgot to even blink, his body unwilling to function and let him look away, to spare him from this horrid scene.

Just as the android’s finger was starting to pull the trigger, his hand suddenly dropped down, entire body turning limp. His supposed partner clung to him for dear life, holding his body up and breaking out in another wave of fresh tears, loud sobs leaving his lips now.

A noticeable puddle of blue liquid could be seen on the android’s clothes, staining the red-haired male’s hands and the floor beneath. The machine himself was turning unresponsive, now dull, dark blue eyes slowly being hidden behind long lashes and closing eyelids, the LED on his temple turning dim, as if life itself was bidding its quiet goodbye.

Loud wails and pleas could be heard, the broken male sobbing his heart out while holding onto the android as if he himself was his lifeline, his everything. The shutting down machine’s deep violet hair was stained with his own blood, the liquid inevitably getting there with every gentle stroke the strands got.

It was utterly heartbreaking to bear witness to.

“Tell him to go into emergency mode. Right now.” - Chan’s voice cut through the air, startling both Jisung and the mourning male.

When no answer greeted him back, the captain repeated himself, somehow even more serious and firm than before.

“If you do that, we might be able to save him. But he needs to save every power he has remaining, if you want him to live.” - he continued, a determined glint in his eyes.

The red-haired male curtly nodded, taking hold of the android’s face and asking him to go into emergency mode in a hushed whisper. In a matter of seconds the order was followed, only the dim light of his LED telling them he was still alive, merely resting.

“What-, what now?” - came the question from the still crying male, glistening eyes looking up at the officers.

It was ironic, how these law enforcers were his only hope now, when they were the exact ones who chased them there.

“We get into the car and go to our base. That’s the only place he can still be saved.” - Seungmin said while Chan was already out the door, starting up the car so they could leave faster.

Jisung watched them leave, the red-haired, tall male never letting go of the android he lifted with ease. The officer noticed it as well, his eyes widening for a split-second before righting his expression and motioning for Jisung to follow them as well.

“Wait, I’m going too?!” “Well we can’t exactly let you go after all you’ve seen. Don’t worry, no harm will come to you.”

The poor witness didn’t quite believe the policeman, sweat already gathering on his forehead once more as endless possibilities of what could happen to him ran through his head. Still, he silently followed the other two, glancing back to see Officer Kim follow them out of the house.

Once they were all in the car -the android still held in the crying male’s grip-, the car sped off as the siren was turned on and cars passed by, the speed limit having been broken long ago.

“It’s all my fault. He was just defending me, but that disgusting man hurt him in his last moments. Please don’t send him to the factory or the disposal site, I’m begging you.”

Chan glanced back at the sobbing man through the rearview mirror, eyebrows furrowing a bit more as he didn’t have a grasp on the full story just yet. He had his hunches, but those were just that: hunches. He needed evidence, and the words of a desperate person were a strong start.

“We won’t, just tell us what happened.” - his voice lost its harsh edge, trying to be as soothing as it could in the tense situation. “I–... I’m an android too, and that dead body belonged to our so-called owner.”

“That explains so much.” - Seungmin commented after the silence was growing too long, his voice soft and contemplating. “He bought us together, me and Bae hyung, loving how pretty we looked. He always flaunted us around, never letting me out of the house, saying how I was a decoration only he could see. So he only sent Hyung out, making him do every chore that was outside the house. And whenever Hyung left, he…” - the red-haired android gripped tightly onto his own thigh, expression pained and untameable anger swimming in those azure orbs of his.

Jisung couldn’t help but feel empathy, doe eyes watching closely with every drop of attention he could squeeze out of his tired body and mind.

“I was abused at every given moment, strange and unknown emotions forming within me along the way. And whenever Bae got back and we were left alone, he patched me up, even though he got no command for it. It left a foreign warmth inside my chest, something that only grew as time went by. He always looked out for me silently, even though he wasn’t even how he is now, not back then. It’s my fault he became like this, just like it’s my fault we’re in this mess. He always said ‘Hyunjin, you are too reckless’, but I never listened to him. And look where that got us.”

The deviant, now known as Hyunjin, let out a silent sigh, hugging the other machine closer to himself, as if it was even possible.

“Long story short, I supposedly messed the food up I made for dinner and got yelled at, harsh words and harsher slaps thrown my way. And before I even knew it, that man took a knife and lunged at me, but Bae hyung appeared in front of me and took the blow, taking that same knife and killing him. He told me to hide upstairs while he himself tried to hide every evidence of my existence in that house. Seems like he failed, but it’s a miracle in itself he hid so much in so little time, with that injury of his. And after all that, he cleaned himself and met you guys, or, well, saw you looking in through the window.” - Hyunjin said, the last sentence directed at Jisung as he turned towards the now surprised boy. “And how do you even know that??” “We only need a touch to transfer data and memories, didn’t you know?” - the android said, a somehow simultaneously sad and teasing smile dancing on his cherry red lips.

Jisung’s cheeks reddened in embarrassment, his eyes looking out the window as he heard the officers stifle a laugh -well, only one was trying to stifle it-. The police department where Captain Bahng and Officer Kim were stationed came into view, the building only a few streets away.

Yet when they’d reached it, they didn’t park at its designated parking lot, no. Instead they went to the underground one, the sudden darkness that was only illuminated by harsh fluorescent lights invading Jisung’s eyes. The words ‘Employees only’ were written in bold, big, red letters on a sign above, explaining why the quokka had never seen this place before.

Parking took only a minute at best, the car being haphazardly stopped right in front of the elevator doors. Everyone hurried out of the vehicle, Chan already at the elevator, waiting for it to arrive.

Once inside, the captain pressed a finger to a specific spot on the panel and pressed one of the newly appeared buttons. The doors closed and down the elevator went, confusing the poor pedestrian who was accidentally swept into all of this.

It took a minute or two for the ride to stop, but once the doors were open, Jisung’s breath caught in his throat once again. He wasn’t sure how he hadn’t just choked to death already, but he wasn’t about to complain.

There was an entire underground base underneath the seemingly average police station, fully kitted out with the best of the best technology and equipment. It felt as if he was in a movie somehow, seeing how secret agents of the government worked in the shadows, making a part of him deep inside giddy with excitement.

The few people who were there had already been looking at their leader, waiting for instructions patiently.

“Felix, I need you at the med bay ASAP. Minho, you go ahead and keep an eye on this witness. Changbin, go and get the spare parts ready and transport them to the med bay. Jeongin, start working on covering our tracks.” - the commands were swiftly given out, each and every member already moving before their orders were fully finished.

All Jisung could do was silently watch as everything happened around him, the androids whisked away and out of his sight. He hoped the injured one would survive, his heart felt for both of them. But he couldn’t say anything, too stunned from everything around him and where he was, the nerd inside him now freaking out fully and freely.

“Are these the drugs kicking in, or am I dreaming right now? I can't believe I'm in a secret base of all places, wow.” - he couldn’t help but mutter out, still not believing what had happened to him in the last few hours. “What drugs?” - came the sly voice beside him, causing him to physically jump in place, a hand placed over his frantic heart. “Fucking shit, don’t do that dude, I nearly died from a heart attack!” “Then you shouldn’t joke about drugs in the presence of police, idiot.”

Jisung’s skin burned as he looked away from the laughing male, the floor suddenly becoming much more interesting.

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ohraicodoll · 1 year

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Please please please write more Tommy and Red being friends? I absolutely adore them so much! I mean I adore everything you write but there’s something so special about Tommy and Red being like besties

I was trying to write this into a fic but it didn't flow how I wanted and this way I can write more moments! So have more HCs! (I am working on the others requests! I've just been massively swamped irl)

The moment she had decided that Joel and Ellie were her people, the world had shrunk and dimmed to only the two of them. Nothing else mattered. The whole world could burn and she would do it herself if it meant they were cared for and happy.

But the problem was, now that they were settled, their circle had grown. Ellie cared about Cat and Dina and Jesse and the other misfits. Joel cared about his brother and Maria to an extent. And because they cared, her circle had to grow to accommodate them because if one of their people died or was hurt then Joel and Ellie would be hurt.

So she didn’t necessarily want to get along with Tommy, but was more forced to. He was her partner’s brother. Did she care if he liked her? Not really. Did she tone down the aggression around him if only to keep from getting kicked out and try to build a few bridges? Maybe. But would she keep him safe and alive? Yes.

Tommy at first keeps a wide berth of her in the early days, especially after she nearly rips his head off for touching her bag. He doesn't understand what screws got knocked loose in his brother's head to choose this crazy ass woman but Joel had a reckless streak when it came to women. He liked the danger factor. Tess was like that, but only internally feral.

Red was very internally and outwardly feral and Tommy wasn't about to die after surviving the whole apocalypse cause he pissed off his brother's whatever.

With Maria pregnant, he handled the more hands-on problems in her stead. Like when Joel almost beat the shit out of people for messing with Red or the latter getting kicked out of jobs because of complaints.

He was proud of himself when his suggestion of the dog kennels went well. Happy wife, happy brother, happy community. He was the hero of the hour in his mind.

Things go well. The crazy troublemaker isn't causing as much trouble.

Most of her patrols were done with Joel, either in a pair or when they were in a group he would act as a buffer. Red was less paranoid about someone shanking her in the back, even if Joel and Tommy had assured her that wouldn’t happen. She didn’t know these people and didn’t trust them.

But Joel had to finish a job and so Tommy swapped with him, the only person he trusted to have Red's back even if it made Tommy nervous to be alone with the woman. She had frowned the whole morning, ignoring small talk as they headed to sweep one of the far clusters of cabins.

Not everyone in Jackson was soft, but some were a little dumb. Settlement life could smooth out your instincts and make you forget how evil the world is, how ugly and cruel it can be. They’d muzzled themselves to get along with each other and polite society can have side effects. So they didn’t notice the things she did.

The building they entered had boards on the door but it was done shoddily, half of them hanging off the frame and the nails too shiny. When they pried them off and went inside, she’d noticed the floor wasn’t covered in dirt evenly in some areas. Like it’d been spread out on purpose. She’d paused, brow furrowed even as Tommy and the other girl Celia pushed in and started looking over everything. Her instincts were screaming and her hand tightened around the pistol gripped in her hand. It was an ambush.

Later, she wouldn’t be too ashamed to say her first thought was to leave Celia out as bait. She didn’t care about the woman, quite honestly. But her second thought was to shove Tommy in the back and push him behind a low counter as she quickly ducked nearby behind a shelf right as a small group burst through the door. Joel cared about his brother. It was her job to keep him safe, not Celia.

A small hesitation wiggled in her brain about not wanting to show that side of herself to Tommy, the side that thrived in a fight and would rip through whoever was in her way with bloody, reckless abandon. Joel had seen it over and over, had witnessed her bite a man's throat out with her teeth and kissed her afterwards. But Tommy wasn't Joel and she knew he didn't have that part in him that was slightly twisted.

He didn't like to do the things that made them both monsters. Yet the prevailing thought of "protect Joel's people" overrode that hesitation. Because it was better for him to be scared of her than to be dead and Joel to be heartbroken.

So after two of them dragged Celia off, her screams making Tommy wince, she switched to her knife and let herself go.

There would be so much blood afterwards. It hadn't been a quick clean fight. She was covered in it, could feel it sticking to her neck and gluing her shirt to her skin. She'd ripped through the first one easily, slicing open his neck and cutting deep enough his vocal cords were gone. She'd leapt onto the second and was stabbing over and over, teeth bared, barely able to hear Tommy's curse as he tackled the third in the room before they could lift their pistol.

She'll admit it was reluctantly, but once he had managed to get his down she'd gotten to her feet and calmly went to the other room where Celia was screaming. He'd stumbled after her, hissing her name, but was instantly at her side with his pistol raised.

The two men had pinned Celia down and she'd easily shot one in the head as Tommy shot the other. He'd taken over the job of calming the sobbing woman down while she waited by the door, waiting to see if more would show up and if the two members of their patrol on the other side of the cabins were dead.

No one showed up but the other patrolmen and she tuned their chatter off as Tommy recapped the situation. It didn't matter to her. Her job was done, Joel's brother was alive and that was all.

No one spoke to her the rest of the ride back to Jackson but Tommy did hand her a bottle of water and a wet rag silently. It wouldn't wipe all the blood off her skin but the silent message was accepted.

Joel freaked a little when they arrived back, taking in the blood all over her and some on Tommy. He gripped her chin tightly and checked her over, satisfied when it appeared none of it was hers then interrogated his brother over what happened.

She simply pressed her hand over his heart and skimmed her fingers over his arm before leaving and going home, leaving him to talk to Tommy.

Joel came home right as she came out of the shower and he gripped her wet, naked body to his. He didn't care that she was soaking into his clothes. She held him back and relaxed finally, letting his whispers of "thank you" sink into her.

She thought Tommy would distance himself from her after the incident, but it seemed to be the opposite. He hung around more, would check in on her at the kennels and see if she needed anything. When Joel pressured her to ask him for heaters for the dogs, she'd managed to muster up the courage and he'd said yes without hesitation.

He began to rib and tease her without hesitation, in the same way he did with Joel and Ellie. In return, she did as well. She even found herself finding small things on patrol and would turn and ask Joel if it was something Tommy or Maria would like. He hid his smile and tried to shrug nonchalantly a yes.

When the gifts started showing up on Tommy's doorstep, the man had a small heart attack but after Joel got it through his head that it was a good thing he started to figure out how to read the strange woman. You accept the gifts, don't say thank you and don't bring them up to her, but watch her almost beam inwardly when she could see you using them or having the items out on display.

Tommy began to see the things that Joel did. It was almost a reward in itself to say or do something that resulted in the woman smiling or laughing or anything other than her hard, intense stare-down. Because not many could do it.

It was like being let into a small secret club and he relished in it. Would jokingly call her a terror or a little menace. Trouble. She was trouble, but no longer the bad kind.

Like back in the before times, sometimes he showed up to their house just to bug them and he knew it was time to leave when she would throw a book at him and say, "Don't you have your own home?"

Tommy made sure to stop by the kennels often to bug her or check on her, see if she needed anything because otherwise he knew she wouldn't ask. Sometimes he'd bring food or would help wrangle the dogs from outside with her.

He watched her barely hold herself together when the older dogs passed away and he was there, silent but reassuring. Tommy was there when Joel couldn't be and he knew that was a privilege he had earned.

He watched his brother relax and smile more, could see them out front playing guitar and laughing. Joel pressing soft kisses into her hair as she rested her head on his shoulder, looking almost like an entirely different girl.

She was Joel's people, she was family, and the thought was simply a fact in his head.

That's what had propelled him to punch the shit out of the man harassing Red at the wood mill. It's what he explained to Maria soon after. Red was family.

Sometimes he was still hesitant around her, but it was lessening as she began to poke back, insulting his shooting skills and then when she tried to show him how to shoot a bow properly she gave him the kid sized one.

After Maria gave birth, Red withdrew like the baby was a poison. Or like she was and was afraid of hurting everyone. He tried to calm her, would nod her over while he was holding the baby but she stayed firmly away.

He wasn't insulted, mostly sad that she obviously didn't trust herself and he was seeing her as more of a friend now. He didn't want her to be afraid and didn't want her to withdraw, all their progress gone.

The first Jackson monthly gathering after, he made sure she was at least two drinks in before grabbing her away from Joel and drawing her off to the side to dance. She was stiff and kept looking back to his brother, but quickly he had her spinning and distracted and smiled when she even laughed at one point. It was a win when by the end of it, she was relaxed and he grinned.

He was dropping stuff off at the bar when he noticed one of the groups were getting rowdy. One of the newcomers got an attitude with Tommy, getting into his face, obviously drunk and hostile. He was big, bigger than him, but that had never stopped him before. The number of times he'd gotten in trouble in bars because of this exact thing was not a small number.

Things were about to turn into a fight when suddenly Red was there, kicking out the back of the guy's knee and grabbing his hair only to slam his head into the bar top with enough force he heard something crack.

Tommy hadn't even noticed she was nearby. By the time it processed, she was already kneeling on the man's chest, a knife to his throat and growling out, "Don't ever even think about touching him. Get the fuck out."

He'd never seen a man of that size scurry out so fast. And he knew he should admonish her for pulling a knife out on someone, for getting blood on the bar top, for threatening people. But he could only grin and shake his head before throwing his arm around her shoulder and leading her out.

"Come on, trouble, let's go raid Joel's coffee stash."

#joel miller x feral reader #feral reader #series: feral #tommy miller fic #tommy miller #joel miller imagine #Raicodoll writes #tlou #the last of us fic #tlou fic #tlou fanfic #the last of us fanfic

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clever-and-unique-name · 2 months

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As someone who's been through a lot of DID tumblr community, especially because you used to make infographics and talk about your DID and such here often... IDK, I don't want to ask if you regret talking about your DID or your parts so much, because that's too broad, but like.

[internal grumbling and vague gesturing]

Liiiiike... Hrgh. As a slightly adultier-adult than me, how do you balance having all this DID stuff online and also just like, being a 'normal' person in the world and having a good life where you're married and happy and all that?

For me/us, I feel like a lot of thinking and over-analyzing about DID has been detrimental overall, but it also got us to this place where we *don't* (need to) do that most of the time, and we're able to be pretty blurry and really only talk about DID/'parts stuff' if it becomes A Problem or something Comes Up.

I guess we're asking for your #HotTakes about this, if you'd like to share :)

(If you don't, that's totally okay, don't worry about it. Or you can tell us privately if you like! Just figured we'd ask, because like, nuance and we like your opinions/worldview a lot <3)

Hi Anni ilu :>

I'm answering this at work because I just Can't Resist but I'm not sure if the guys at home will feel the same so uh. That's a disclaimer I guess

Yearsss ago when we made this blog, we were specifically trying to #Figure Ourselves Out. That's explicitly what we made this blog for, to record and try to recognize patterns as we came to terms with having dissociated parts. And we were unemployed at the time (and also out of school? I think?) so we had a LOT of free time to be occupied with this stuff.

Which, as you mentioned, led to us reading a lot of books on the topic of dissociation and making Content about it. And also writing a lottt of more personal diary-like posts.

I don't regret that era per se; we went through a lottt of growth in that time, and it's nice to have it as a time capsule to look back on now (especially with the like, memory issues, ya know.) I don't mind it being Out There "publicly" either; we're pretty strict on what doxx-able info goes here, and our online presence is kept strictly from our irl one, with only a couple highly trusted exceptions.

HOWEVER

I do regret putting so much personal information here without fully understanding how vulnerable it made me. I didn't understand that talking about the struggles certain parts were going through would leave those parts open to people (with mostly good intentions) approaching us with commiseration and comfort--things our younger parts especially were starved for.

At that time we were quite isolated. We didn't have the skills to identify when we were fawning, or set boundaries when we did realize it. (This was before therapy.) And not everyone we let emotionally close to us should have been--something we unfortunately wouldn't learn until much later.

So like. Posting about DID in a general, informative way was pretty chill, and I wish I had the time and energy to do some of that again. But as far as publicly exploring our parts? We now have a pretty hard rule about only sharing things that have been resolved, or setting boundaries when needed.

But I feel you so much about mostly just being blurry unless something is a Problem or needs addressing. (Although it doesn't have to be big, it can be as simple as like "Why do I feel sad...oh, Reki is nearby and needs cuddles, got it.") It's just not as important now to Figure Everything and Everyone Out. I got a job to do and bills to pay. ;)

- Tris

#personal #answering asks #tristan tag

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lycomorpha · 10 months

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The Flora of AC Valhalla: Food plants in Avaldsnes and Stavanger

I want to talk about the edible plants we see early on in ACV in Norway, because they're such an integral part of human existence! However...

Crops/economic botany is not my area of expertise

Neither is Norwegian food history

As a very part-time interloper and not an Actual Norwegian, I do not want to end up in an argument about grøt

The secret to a long and happy life is... Don't argue with; your Yorkshire relations about parkin, French friends & fam about butter, or Norwegian folks about grøt (which is porridge, but more so.) Trust me on this. But since we often forget to notice the plant materials that feed/clothe/shelter us every day, I'm gonna wade in anyway and link to more expert folks on porridge (bc I know my limits, lol.)

One other fun thing to note is that there's a reconstructed viking-era farm at present-day Avaldsnes, on the island of Bukkøy (which is also represented in-game as a small wooded island full of deer, just off Avaldsnes.) So if by chance you ever found yourself in the area in summer when it's open, you could find out a lot more on what the settlement and its crops might have looked like IRL.

Cultivated plants in Avaldsnes

We see crop plants as soon as we sneak into Avaldsnes. The first thing I noticed is a field of oats, and nearby is a cart with bundles of oats and another grain - probably barley or rye rather than wheat in this time period. This is where discussion of grøt & other skjemat (literally "spoon-food") would come in if I was feeling brave or foolish... Instead let me point to this lovely piece on the history of porridge as a staple in Norway, which includes links to recipes. Also here's an explainer of skjemat. One way or another I'm betting Eivor ate a lot of porridge, savory and sweet, because it's good stuff.

I also saw some fields out in the distance, past the oats and outside the restricted area...

And when I got there one was full of conifer saplings, and the other with dried flower or seed heads I can't identify. Most histories (in English at least) associate Norse settlers with deforestation. But there's evidence of them coppicing in England and growing orchards in France. So arboriculture in ACV's world doesn't seem too wild an idea.

I've no idea what the dried seeds/flowers are, and AFAIK there are few if any written herbals from the era. There are many plants listed in the present day region which have seed heads you could dry, but I recall some Danish research looking at archeological evidence of medicinal herbs used in medieval settlements? I might pick that up with the herbarium folks and see if they know anything - there is at least one person there that has studied old herbal texts and how they were compiled. I'm curious to know what plants Eivor would have known about/used!

Food plants and herbs in dwellings

In both Avaldsnes and Stavanger, we see food in and outside of the homes. Vegetables include cabbage, onion, and carrots - I like that the carrots are white, which they apparently were at this point in history. Cabbage and related vegetables can grow in quite cold winters (I wonder if the Raven clan would've had the same fkn whitefly problems we get on them, lol!) There's also bread... Some cheese on the shelf to go with I think? Nice.

I'm not sure what the herbs hanging up are, some look dry and others fresh. No doubt Norse travellers would have brought tasty culinary herbs from their travels, and maybe cultivated them as well as native medicinal/edible species. Seeing fruit & veg food outside in the snow reminds me of hanging milk and fresh food in a bag outside my room on a window ledge when the temperature allowed - so that it didn't get pinched from a shared fridge!

From a sync point in Stavanger you look can out over the town and see fields of oats here too. Having been to Stavanger, it was cool to imagine the port, new and old town in the distant past. The weirdest thing for me was seeing the coastline very simplified. It's a bit like how some of the counties in England where I've lived (and live now) look oddly glued together in game. Not complaining tho. Obviously there's only so much detail you need/is practical to include in a game! It just bends my brain a little.

But I did enjoy one joke that is included in the map; a small island for you to practice raiding called 'Ikke en Oy'. The words "ikke en øy" literally mean "not an island" in Norwegian, so I'm guessing that was an amusing way of saying "yeah, we made this lil bit of land up!"

#Flora of ACV #Flora of AC Valhalla #ac valhalla #assassins creed valhalla #assassin's creed valhalla #video game botany #videogamebotany #eivor varinsdottir

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creat0r-cat · 2 years

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Iplier Egos x reader - Love Languages HCs

Darkiplier

Giving: Gifts

Based on how he treats you during ADWM, I'd assume he would like to give you things.

Like, dude was offering you dinner, saying he could take you anywhere, he could give you ANYTHING.

I also think he'd smile if he saw how happy you'd be to receive the gifts.

Receiving: Quality Time

Since he has access to anything and everything (except Mark's channel), he would probably just be happy if you spent some time with him

You two don't need to talk or anything, just be in the room with him and he'll be happy

Poor baby has spent so much time alone that he just needs to know someone's there for him nearby

Wilford Warfstache

Giving: Words of Affirmation

Honestly, this is one of the only things that makes sense to me

He uses so many nicknames for you (gumdrop, sweetheart, sweetie, honey, honey bunches, etc.) and loves to give you compliments

If you are the type to get super flustered when receiving compliments, he'll do it 10-fold with a smile

Receiving: Physical Touch

Mans doesn't even know what’s real or not anymore

Like, he watched his friends die (by his hands or otherwise) in front of him

Give him hugs because it will remind him that you’re real and actually right in front of him

Cuddles

Lots and lots of cuddles

He loves being the small spoon

Googleplier

Giving: Acts of Service

Nothing more to say really

I mean, he’s GOOGLE IRL

He genuinely likes helping you out

Especially if you’re the one who asks him to assist you in a task

Google likes to feel wanted and needed

Especially by you

Receiving: Words of Affirmation

Make sure you tell him how much you appreciate his help

Especially if you pair your praises with a tight hug and/or a kiss

He’s a pretty confident guy, but even the mighty Google needs a reminder that he’s wanted

Bingiplier

Giving: Quality Time

Though he’s not as reliable and (formally) useful as Google, he’s actually a pretty fun guy to hang out with

He loves showing you tricks and going out to fun places with you

Honestly, he’s just happy when you’re with him

It makes him feel special

Receiving: Words of Affirmation

Obviously

Poor baby needs to be told he’s good for something

Everyone compares him to Googleplier and it really kills his vibe

Please for the love of jimbalooshee tell him that he’s doing a good job

Tell him you love him

Say that he’s appreciated

JUST PLEASE LET HIM KNOW THAT HE’S NOT JUST THERE FOR DECORATION

He just wants to be loved and useful

Yandereplier

Giving: Gifts

He really likes giving you things

Stuffed animals, candy, flowers, body parts from a mutilated corpse, a new video game

Just whatever he thinks will make you smile

Anything for his senpai~

Receiving: LEGIT ANYTHING

He’ll love almost anything you do!

His gifts are the things he’s stolen from you for his Senpai Shrine

He loves any compliments or comforting words you give him

He’s down for physical affection anytime and anyplace (especially in public)

Quality time is basically anytime

You’re his senpai!!

Dr. Iplier

Giving: Works of Service

Trust him

He’s a doctor

Just let him take care of you and he’ll be happy

He takes it upon himself to see that you’re happy and healthy

He does a really good job of it too

Receiving: Quality Time

He’s an ambivert

He spends all his extrovert energy at the hospital with his patients and colleagues

Then he comes home and recharges himself (hopefully with you)

If he's having a hard day, he'll invite you over just so you can pamper him

He loves coming home to a nice dinner then relaxing

Watching a movie and falling asleep on the couch together?

Heck yea

Late night cuddles if you're sleeping over?

Sign him up

Sometimes, he’ll decide to take a day off of works just so he can spend more time with you

Actor Mark

Giving: Gifts

Smug and rich(ish) boi

If he’s not too busy spoiling himself he’ll probably get you something (depends on his mood)

Don’t be surprised if he gets himself something better

He says he deserves it

Receiving: Words of Affirmation

After Celine left him he kinda became a little self conscious

He gets nervous that you’ll leave him too

That’s why he (randomly) buys you gifts

You are gonna need to constantly tell him that you love him and that you aren’t leaving him

He does love you too

It’s just kinda hard to tell at times

Yancy

Giving: Quality Time

Prison boi loves spending time with you

You’re his first girlfriend in a long time

Maybe ever??

He can’t remember

He loves showing you new dance routines and songs he’s been working on

Every so often, he’ll sneak out with you to the prison roof and just spend a few hours stargazing (like a date)

Receiving: Physical Touch

Touch starved baby

He only displays affection when you’re alone, typically speaking

He does have a reputation to hold after all

Yancy likes hugs

He loves it when you hug him from behind

Especially if you’re shorter

If you’re taller than him (over 5’ 10”) and rest your head on top of his it also makes him happy

It makes him feel like a teddy bear

Cuddling

Late night cuddles are his favorite

He also really likes kissing, but that is saved for when you two are alone or unless he’s jealous

Illinois Jones

Giving: Quality Time

He enjoys every moment you two can spend together

He’ll never admit it but he kinda hates being alone, so the fact that you decided to stick around possibly permanently??

Happy mans

He’s just happy to be around you

He loves sharing facts about different treasures or (if you see them out and about) different animals

He’s kinda like a golden retriever honestly (he gives off those vibes)

Receiving: Acts of Service

Help him pack for trips

Go through a trap for him

Take a heavier load when he’s tired

Anything like that

He really appreciates it

He likes to know that he isn’t the only one doing the work

He’s had lazy treasure hunting partners in the past and it WASN’T pleasant

Head Engineer Mark

Giving: Acts of Service

Have you seen this man??

He’s basically listening and ready as soon as you open your mouth

He feels happy knowing you trust him with a task

Or he’ll randomly do something helpful because he knows that you’ll be grateful

You yawn during late work hours?

He’s there with a cup of coffee

You can’t fix something on your own?

He’s there to fix it by himself or alongside you

Forget Illinois, this man gives off TRUE golden retriever energy

Receiving: Words of Affirmation

Everyone on the ship (except you) seems to hate him in some way

Tell him that he’s doing a good job and that he’s a good engineer

Please

He needs it more than you realize

He feels really bad about the whole Wormhole paradox incident

You gotta comfort this man every so often because he’s on the brink of a breakdown sometimes but he knows how to hide it

#iplier egos x reader #Illinois Jones x reader #Darkiplier x reader #Yancy x reader #Googleplier x reader #Bingiplier x reader #Actor Mark x reader #Wilford Warfstache x reader #Head Engineer Mark x reader #Yandereplier x reader #Dr. Iplier x reader #x reader #female reader #headcannons #love languages

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cowboyjen68 · 1 year

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hi jen,

i’m a younger lgbt, and i was wondering how you find a community. i bounce around a lotta groups that’re around my age, but i keep finding myself wishing i had older people to ask questions to or to learn from, and i’m not sure where to even begin finding those people. do you have any help?

thanks !

Hi and the first step is knowing you are craving a trusted community you can relate to and feel safe in. The LGBT+ Community can be a bit of a misnomer because there is no way we ALL share one thing but I understand that when we stand together it feels like on some level other letters of the acronym "get" who we are.

Sometimes we crave the wide open boundaries of a gay pride event or a group that encompasses all of "us". Other times we really yearn for those with whom we share the most in common, common experiences, similar stories and maybe even who we most look like or see ourselves in. Listen to yourself above all others and be honest with who makes you feel the most seen, what people recognize you for who you are. Don’t mistake the unbridled praise of strangers for being “like them” for how you really relate and feel about yourself as it pertains to others.

Start with groups like PFLAG or Local Pride groups who work in or near your home. These are great volunteer opportunities and you will get exposed to a variety of people. Getting involved with nonprofits of any variety where other LGBT+ people might be found (animal rescue, food banks, elder outreach, or environmental causes to name a few) can help you expand your friend group, give you great resume fodder and introduce you to a large variety of people and experiences.

As you learn and grow and share time with people you will be able to narrow down the people with whom you most relate and start to put energy into that particular community. Start or join a book club. Check FB ( old fashioned but still useful) for groups that match your interests or check out apps that give you the option of friendship searches. Search for elder groups online that fit within your boundaries of comfort and reach out to them.

Lesbians might have a regional OLOC or gay men often have local “Gay man social and support groups” (google it for your area or a nation wide list). There are likely several queer social groups nearby, even in mid-sized cities. You get the idea.

Online connections are a thing if you are regionally isolated. Join discords, FB or even tiktok groups to find others who fit your needs. Please be careful, cautious and skeptical with anyone on line. Having an alertness to the fact that anyone can be anyone on the internet will keep you safe but finding those spaces can be a start to IRL groups or people in your area.

I hope this helps.

#lgbt #community #intergenerational connections

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shilo-sumac · 23 days

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(( OOC Post! edited last 4/23/24

I saw someone have a separate post about the norms of the world their muse is in (I'm so sorry I forget who) and I thought that would be a good idea! uh. this may be a text wall and more may be added. I love my HCs im sorry. ))

There are small basic animals in her universe, such as pollinator species (moths, bees, ect), fish, and small near the bottom of the food chain animals (mice, fish, other bugs, small birds) To me this makes sense because there are both plant Pokemon and normal plants in the actual canon, and stuff needs to pollinate somehow lmao. There are no large animals, this niche is only filled by Pokemon.

Killing Pokemon to consume is frowned upon in many regions. There are still people who do, but it's viewed similarly to how an American would view eating a pet animal. Meat is made in labs and is indistinguishable from the meat from our universe on a taste and nutrition level.

Pokemon have varying levels of sentience. Most Pokemon have a basic understanding of the ideas of what a human is trying to convey, with Pokemon (and their humans) gaining more understanding from each other as their bond grows. Some Pokemon are on a close level to humans, and some perhaps even more so, though this is not confirmed.

The "power of friendship" is a real force in her Pokemon world. The more love you have for your partners the stronger you and your team are, though of course training and strategy is also important. Building bonds with your Pokemon also allow both trainer and Pokemon to understand each other better.

Rarely, people can directly understand Pokemon as if they are speaking common language, but this is very rare and usually something they are born with. Usually, trainers and Pokemon can get a basic idea about what theyre communicating to each other once they know each other well, depending on individuals.

I have a whole post about how pokeballs and the box system works here , basically they give them a little mini enjoyable environment :D

Pokeballs will not work unless the Pokemon has at least a tiny bit of want to be captured. Masterballs are hugely frowned upon

There are no dogs or cats in universe. The words "dog" and "cat" (ect) are used just as descriptive terms for certain mons. Hopefully that makes sense?

My HCs are a combination of the anime, games and occasionally small bits of the manga, with the largest focus on games. I also mix in irl animal facts. Because I am the animal version of Shilo's encyclopedia.

Some things specifically about Muse:

Shilo will not use proper spelling/grammar and only uses capitalization for certain proper nouns to show respect. However, she will type properly when making her care guides. (if you wanna read those they're tagged under #pokemon headcanons iirc, the art is a bit... awkward and old tho. i wanna continue these but theyre a bit labor intensive!)

Shilo gives off odd vibes. Usually people get used to her. On the other hand, Pokemon are naturally drawn to her and tend to trust her. She is human tho. Mostly. As for the details, I hope to one day be good enough to reveal them well lmao.

While unable to directly translate, she is strangely good at being able to tell what a Pokemon is trying to communicate.

Shilo is autistic as fuck and sometimes kinda annoying. Her special interest is Pokemon and she is basically a walking Pokedex.

Shilo's sanctuary is on a small unnamed island nearby Sinnoh. Technically it isn't a part of any region. She works there mainly alone (technically some of her Pokemon act as staff willingly). The facility itself is small but the island itself is large enough to comfortably fit many many Pokemon.

Shilo wants to befriend at least one of every single species of Pokemon. She knows this is unrealistic. She will try anyway.

Shilo has dissociative identity disorder, some anxiety issues, minor PTSD, and some major imposter syndrome (despite liking to say she's the best)

She's not very good at making people friends and her new Rotomblr friends are very novel to her.

About some side characters and Pokemon:

Her childhood was mildly traumatic, so she doesn't want to visit Unova again, but is happy to explore any other region, and often does.

she doesnt remember how old she is exactly but she's near her early to mid 20s

Alistair is her cranky roommate/helper who owes her a debt. He knows barely anything about Pokemon and they do not like him very much. He gets attacked a lot.

Rin is the first Pokemon Shilo befriended. She has a scar over her left eye due to Pokemon hunters when she was young. She is more powerful than the average Zoroark, and tends to hang out in human form so she can have human privileges. She cannot speak human regardless of her form.

Char the Charizard is a rescue due to being rejected as a Charmander for use as a starter since he cannot use fire type abilities.

Her Espeon and Umbreon (Morgan and Simon, respectively ((also both female despite their names)) ) are her very good emotional support mons.

#ooc post #lore drop #character lore #shilo sumac #alistair #rin the zoroark #pokemon irl #rotomblr #pokeblogging #pokemon rp #muse

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kaelyn!! i am dropping by with some good music and new year wishes! 🎶🎉 thank you so much for being part of my 2023 🥹 i think you're so sweet!!

if i may ask!! 🥺 (pls feel free not to answer if uncomfy!!) how was 2023 for you? what’s a favourite thing (anything) you discovered this year? do you have any reflections from the past year? any resolutions for the next? 🥹

Oh my gosh, shotorus!!!! 🥹🥹🥹💗💗💗 thank you so much for your kind words. I am glad you were apart of my 2023 as well! Cheers to next year🥂

This is such a great question and it made me pause and think for a good while (I’m typing this out in my notes app lol) I haven’t reflected on my year yet so I’m doing it here.

I apologize for the length lmao.

Warning - mention of trauma (nothing graphic- literally just one line)

My 2023 was an interesting and exciting year, but also one of great challenges. Regardless, I am so proud of my accomplishments this year. I left my teen years behind and entered my twenties! Now I gotta figure out how to be an actual adult LMAO. On that note, I quit my toxic job of almost two years and was unemployed for a good two months until I started working at my current job. I traveled outside of the country for the first time. I spent 3 weeks in July with my Uncle traveling Europe. This trip was the highlight of my year for so so so so many reasons. It was also my first time leaving home and being separated from my parents for a long period of time.

Being away from home wasn’t as bad as I was scared it was going to be—I actually loved it. While on my trip, I learned so much about myself as a person and figured out what I want in life for myself. I actually learned how to think for myself instead of others this year, which is a big deal because I am always so worried about others that I never take the time to take care of myself.

On this trip, I had a lot of epiphanies. My family isn’t perfect—we have our issues like everyone else……but this year I actually started to sit down and start to unpack some of my unresolved childhood trauma. It’s nothing graphic, trust me, but let’s just say that my sister and I only had each other 90% of the time. My sister and I have started to actually talk about our experiences with one another and are slowly coming to terms with it and heal. I am so proud of this. We are making progress that should have started years ago, but it’s not too late. There is hope!

As for resolutions….i want to do better—by myself and others. I want to actually put myself first in some cases and do what’s best for me and my mental health instead of catering to others. Does that make me selfish? I don’t know….

My overall goal is to get accepted into university and get started on my future—on my own two feet and not relying on others, at least for now. I want to be independent for the first time in my life. I’m TERRIFIED, but I know that I will be okay.

I have a great support system—I got all of y’all here, my family, my boyfriend, and my irl friends. I am so thankful to all of you, even if we don’t talk much and only interact by liking each others posts. Meeting my mutuals on here has been a highlight of my year, and I am so happy to go into the New Year with you all. Regardless of if you live nearby or on the other side of the word, I am super thankful to each and everyone of you. I cannot put it into words. I love you all and I pray that you are blessed in 2024

💗🫶🏻✨

#to: kaelyn #from: shotorus-interact #2023 reflections #cheers to the new year🥂✨#cw: trauma

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caffedrine · 1 year

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Gilbert von Obsidian - A Christmas Tale - Summary

I'm really late - lots of IRL stuff happening. But I started this a while ago, so I decided to finish it and post it.

Do I ever know what I’m doing? You shouldn’t trust me, or my suspect understanding of what’s going on in my daily life, much less in Gilbert’s world.

Accuracy is not guaranteed - you should definitely pick up this event when it reaches the English server.

Christmas is coming to Rhodolite. Emma is especially excited this year, thanks to Sariel handing her a royal invitation, she can join the yearly court Christmas ball this year. It’s a buffet-style Christmas dinner, a Christmas tree decorated with roses, lots of food, women dressed in gorgeous ball gowns, more food, dancing, and a chance to eat some food. There’s also a chance that this ball might have food for the attendees. The ball itself is famous enough to have a renowned author write about it in his memoirs.

All in all, Emma is very excited about the ball, and as if answering her feelings, snow begins to fall from the sky. She reaches out to catch one of the snowflakes, only to have a new hand emerge from behind her to grab her hand instead. Someone remarks that she’s very childlike right now.

Well, Emma has heard his voice often enough that it’s not a mystery who it is. She cannot shake Gilbert’s cold hand, and then she notices that he is tying a black ribbon around her wrist. She asks him what he’s doing, and Gilbert explains that this is just proof that she is his Christmas present. Which he gladly accepts, thank you very much.

Emma is really confused and asks Gilbert to explain. Emma’s present is that all of her time this Christmas belongs to Gilbert, and Gilbert alone now. Emma apologizes for this miscommunication, but she already made plans for this Christmas. Without him.

Gilbert wonders what is more important; the plans Emma thought she had, or spending time with a megalomaniac who hasn’t decided not to invade her country yet.

Emma: Fine. You’re more important.

Gilbert: Right? I’m glad, because who knows what would have happened if you refused :( I really didn’t want to destroy the country right now, so I’m so happy it all worked out XD

Gilbert hopes that Emma continues to wear the ribbon all through Christmas, after all, he’d hate it if someone got the idea that she didn’t belong to him. Gilbert is in her care for now.

Emma decides that she’s just going to give up on the Christmas feast Ball. She gives out one last pitiful sigh before accepting her fate.

On Christmas day, the sky was as clear as Gilbert’s smile. He is going from stall to stall, sampling and buying all the food the town vendors have on sale. No one is wary of him, probably because, despite his dark clothes, he is defying the stereotype of a warmongering prince by being the local glutton.

Gilbert encourages Emma to join in the festivities by trying to hand-feed her. With the dexterity of Alter!Keith, Gilbert stuffs some galette des rois into Emma’s mouth. Unlike Alter!Keith, Gilbert doesn’t mind that not everything fits into Emma’s mouth and eats what’s left over.

Gilbert asks after a nearby shop with rose-shaped cookies. Emma explains that the cookies are a traditional Rhodolite confection, but these ones, in particular, are a special Christmas edition . . . and Gilbert’s already buying them.

They’re running into a problem, both Emma and Gilbert’s hands are full of his purchases, and Emma doesn’t think she has enough room to carry this newest bag. Gilbert tells Emma not to worry and calls out for Lucien. Emma is confused and then sees a long-haired man in a royal guard uniform walk out of the nearby shadows. She recognizes him as Chevalier’s covert guard who is always watching Gilbert, though she hadn’t noticed him until just now.

Gilbert transfers all of their purchases to Lucien. Emma quickly tries to save him by reminding Gilbert that Lucien isn’t here to handle their bags. Gilbert explains that he’s allowing Lucien to monitor him, so he should make himself somewhat useful to Gilbert.

Gilbert wonders if Emma is so upset because she thought they were alone and is now sad to find out they aren’t. Emma quickly refuses, wondering how much of a problem Gilbert’s newest joke will cause her. Gilbert laughs, announces he’s bored, and lightly pinches her nose before walking off.

Emma thinks that Gilbert’s in an unusually good mood. The people in the market were all very kind and friendly toward Gilbert, and he seemed to enjoy spending time here. He calls out to Emma, telling her that if she sees anything she wants, he’d be happy to buy it for her. Emma is in the middle of politely refusing when Gilbert gets distracted and runs off to a stall selling unfamiliar sweets.

It’s a strawberry pie, with many layers. Emma marvels over it, and Gilbert takes that as Emma begging for it. So, he buys about thirty of them. Presumably leaving most of it to Lucien to carry, Gilbert grabs Emma’s hand as he walks through the Christmas market. Despite herself, Emma starts enjoying herself.

After more walking and buying, Gilbert and Emma rest on a bench, possibly while Lucien is staring at them while carrying most of their (Gilbert’s) purchases. Gilbert announces that next is the main event of the day. Now they’re going to meet up with his friends.

Emma: You . . . have friends?

Gilbert: Why so surprised o.0 I’m great at making friends XD

Emma is curious since Gilbert seems to have a different definition of ‘friends’ than anyone else she has met. And on that note, she’s apparently one of his ‘friends’, though she was forced to be one before they even knew each other.

Since this is a special Christmas time, Gilbert will go through the trouble of introducing Emma to his friends. Emma asks if his friends are bad people or something. Gilbert just giggles and Emma becomes more on edge. She’ll just have to come with Gilbert, then Emma will understand everything. Emma is worried, but the fact that Lucien is coming with them bolsters her bravery, and she follows Gilbert into a dark, decrepit alley.

To Emma’s surprise, there is a small gang of orphans in the alley. They all turn at the sound of Gilbert’s voice, and all start happily shouting that it’s their Big Brother Gil. Emma is confused. Gilbert tells them that they’re wrong, today he is Santa Clause. This doesn’t clear things up for Emma.

The children cheer excitedly for this new black Santa Clause. Giving Lucien a pointed look, Gilbert tells the children that just as he promised, he has brought them lots of sweets. Without any indication of how he felt in his expression, Lucien places all the food he’s been carrying on a nearby wooden box. The children smile gleefully and mob the food, all while thanking ‘Big Brother Gil’. One of the girls promises to marry him when she grows up, which Gilbert is happy to hear.

Emma had thought that they had bought and brought a lot of food, but it quickly disappeared as the children ate it. She realizes that Gilbert had been buying food for the children all this time. It occurs to her that Gilbert really likes children. His red eye, which was usually intimidating and frightening, seemed noticeably softer today than she’s ever seen.

Emma begins placing the food she’s been carrying onto the box as well. Suddenly, one of the boys recognizes her, and she realizes that he’s a kid who lives in her neighborhood. She tenses up but quickly masks it with a smile, reminding herself to speak very carefully. The boy asks her if she’s here with ‘Gil’ and she agrees that he’s her friend. The boy understands this, as ‘Gil’ is just the nicest guy.

Emma asks how they know ‘Big Brother Gil’. Apparently, the gang of kids just happened to see him on the street, adopted him, and became fast friends. It’s been really great for them, ‘Gil’ has taught them how to read and write, how to pickpocket, self-defense, and how to hurt someone they hate.

The last few things catch Emma’s attention, and she calls out to ‘Lord Gilbert’, wondering what sort of things he’s teaching the kids. Gilbert just smiles and hushes Emma, she should call him ‘Gil’, and definitely not ‘Lord’. Emma amends it to ‘Mr. Gilbert’.

Gilbert grumbles that Emma is still stubborn but doesn’t force the issue. He explains that even if it’s bad knowledge, someday the kids might find it useful to survive. He pats the head of a nearby kid without showing an ounce of regret.

Gilbert notes that there is a lot of poor children here, and it is difficult for them to have a special meal on a special day like this one. But in every country, children should be happy, since they haven’t done anything wrong yet.

Emma wonders where Gilbert’s convictions have come from. She knows nothing about Obsidian and wonders what it’s like.

While Emma wonders about him, Gilbert beckons over the boy who recognized Emma. He explains that Emma is shy and doesn’t tell him anything about herself, so he would like the boy to talk about what Emma normally does. Emma catches on far too late and realizes that she’s in trouble.

Sariel and Rio have managed to impress a gag order on the townspeople to pretend that Emma is a minor noblewoman. However, children were not included in that order.

The boy talks about how Emma works in a bookstore and often reads books to him. Gilbert confirms with him that Emma isn’t a noblewoman, and the boy is confused, Emma is his neighbor and is on good terms with his mother. Gilbert gives Emma a meaningful look and laughs. Emma feels herself break out in a cold sweat.

Did Gilbert bring her here just for this moment? Was everything they’ve been through leading up to right now? She was so careless.

Emma announces that she will tell the children a story, speaking over Gilbert’s next question. The children all clamor around her and she starts talking about a certain Prince and Princess.

Afterward, Emma played with the children before leaving them and coming back to the market. She wonders if she can pretend nothing happened and just end this ‘date’ right now.

Gilbert smiles and holds her hand as if telling her that there was no escape. He muses over how cute and obedient children are. It’s especially cute how children aren’t good at lying, they have their own view of the city. Honestly, they’re great informants.

Emma asks if Gilbert often uses children like that. The children probably weren’t aware that Gilbert is an enemy prince, and it would be easy to use them as surveillance. Gilbert only laughs and asks if she considers talking to children ‘using them’. By the way, would she like to explain her lie?

Even without the children, Gilbert already knew about Emma’s status as Belle. He had even brought her to the very bookstore she used to work at before she became Belle. The problem isn’t that her true identity has been discovered, the problem is that she has no way out of this situation.

Emma admits defeat by asking Gilbert not to say anything. Gilbert calls her an idiot, by saying that she has just thrown herself on his mercy. Now, more than before, she really belongs to him. Emma thinks it sounds worse when the Trampling Beast says it.

With every second, the temperature around Emma drops. With a gentle smile, Gilbert reaches out to touch the black ribbon in Emma’s hair. Since she is his, that means she has to listen to his request. Emma tells him that she won’t do anything that would betray Rhodolite. Emma closes her eyes and feels Gilbert’s breath on her ear.

Gilbert asks Emma to show him to her home.

Sweet End

Gilbert wants to know why they’re back at the Christmas market. Then he realizes that Emma’s buying the ingredients needed to bake a Christmas cake. For him. Emma agrees, saying that if she’s going to bring Gilbert (and Lucien) to her home, she needs to show him the full extent of Rhodolite hospitality.

Truthfully, Emma is desperate. She has no idea why Gilbert wants to come to her house, but he’s zeroed in on her weakness, so now all she can do is appease him and appeal to his better (?) nature. The evil prince of the evil empire loves food, so her only option for putting him in a good mood is by feeding him. She knows it’s a stupid hope, but she has nothing else.

Gilbert laughs and announces that he’s happy and loves the terrified expression Emma makes when she says that. Emma thanks him, noting that Gilbert does indeed look like he’s enjoying himself. He’s being kind and solicitous, carrying Emma’s purchases, but she knows that for Gilbert, kindness is just another trap.

Once they arrive at Emma’s house, Gilbert looks around curiously, as if he’s never seen the inside of a commoner’s house before.

(Or maybe he's just scoping out the pantry)

Gilbert had refused to allow Lucien to enter Emma’s house, reasoning that two strange men in her home would worry her. Honestly, Emma knew that Lucien wouldn’t be of any help to her, his job was to monitor Gilbert, not protect her. Now, just as before, she was on her own handling Gilbert.

Gilbert notes that by looking around, he can get a good handle on her hobby. Emma urges him to the kitchen, but Gilbert ignores her, stopping by her desk and reaching out his hand to her diary. Emma rushes over and grabs the diary, rescuing it from Gilbert’s curiosity. He asks if there was something bad written in there, and Emma explains that as a diary, it’s private and for her eyes only. Gilbert only grows more interested.

Since this is a diary, even if Gilbert orders it, Emma refuses to let him look in it. Truthfully, it’s only her notes on her daily life, and impressions of some of the books. There’s nothing bad in it, but it’s her private thoughts. Besides, Gilbert is the kind of person who can glean a lot of information from trivial details.

Gilbert wants to see it even more now. Emma refuses. Gilbert wants to get to know Emma better. Emma tells him not to know her. Gilbert laughs and asks Emma if she understands what kind of position she is in. He touches her cheek with his cane and asks if he needs to explain to her what he means by ‘you’re mine’. Emma knows that Gilbert is the type of person who, once he sets his mind on something, she can either choose to accept it or be forced to accept it.

Emma asks if Gilbert would like to make the cake now. Since meeting him, she’s gained her own ways of handling things. Now that she knows him a little better, she is certain he won’t’ get angry at a little rudeness from her.

Gilbert asks if Emma is asking him to help. Emma explains that they’ll be able to make a better cake together than she would by herself. Gilbert gives in and helps Emma cut the fruit. She’s about to go find a knife when she sees that Gilbert has pulled a folding knife out of his pocket. Gilbert assures her that this is his not for killing knife, but the one he uses for preparing meals when camping. Emma wonders if he’s talking about military camping and asks if he has to do meal prep even if he’s a prince. Gilbert explains that on the battlefield when everyone is exhausted and tired, there are no princes.

This isn’t the first time Emma has gotten the impression that Gilbert hates acting like a noble. There is a generous and kind side to him, but she doubts that is the only reason. She wonders if someday she will find out the truth.

As Gilbert begins preparing the strawberries, Emma starts working on the batter. Then she stops when she sees what he has done.

Gilbert carved the strawberry into a miniature rabbit. It was beautiful enough that if they were bakers, they could put it on a display cake. Emma marvels over him, and Gilbert admits that he’s always been quite dexterous. Still marveling over him, Emma resumes making the cake batter.

She’s supposed to be charming Gilbert by making this cake, but if anything, Gilbert is charming her. Then again, how can she just stand here, calmly making a cake together with the Prince of Obsidian? This Christmas will be unforgettable, for many, many reasons.

Emma asks Gilbert how he often spends his Christmases. Gilbert smiles and admits that every year it’s different. Sometimes he celebrates in the city, sometimes he’s killing people on the battlefield, it’s always up in the air. However, Emma is the first person who has ever made him a Christmas cake.

Gilbert has noticed that this is all a ploy to gain mercy from him. He loves how miserable she looks while trying to gain his favor today.

Emma thinks that while he’s right about one of the reasons for this cake, it’s not her only reason. Watching him give all the food they had bought in the market to the children, seeing his smile, it had all warmed up Emma’s heart. So, this is a ‘thank you’ for taking care of all those children. Besides, he had also treated her to a lot of food during the day, so she also wants to thank him for that. And finally, today is Christmas, she wants Gilbert to enjoy it too.

If Emma really wants to thank him, Gilbert has a more effective idea than the cake. He beckons her over and warily, Emma joins him. He holds up one of the rabbit strawberries to her mouth and tries to push it in, eventually asking her to open up for him.

Emma takes a step back before responding that she can dare eat such a cute little rabbit. Very deliberately, Gilbert tosses the rabbit into his own mouth and eats it. Emma doesn’t understand why simply seeing him eat something that had been pressed up against her lips was so embarrassing but watching Gilbert’s tongue peek out and lick his lips made Emma feel like a voyeur. Maybe Emma is just uncomfortable seeing Gilbert eat the rabbit strawberry, all while continuing to call her a rabbit. Gilbert interrupts the silence to burst out laughing mischievously. Emma asks if this was all on purpose.

This is just revenge, for a moment Gilbert’s heart almost grew soft. Emma thinks that he’s very good at playing with her heart, and Gilbert calls her an idiot again. Emma turns to hide her red face and goes back to the cake batter.

Gilbert took advantage of her weakness as payback for what she said earlier. Emma tells her to stop using her, but Gilbert can’t do that. Suddenly Gilbert places his hand on her shoulder and tells her that she’s already his, and he won’t let go until he’s satisfied.

This is a threat, but still, Emma’s heart reacts to Gilbert’s words as if they were sweet poison. It’s not afraid per se, more that it was anxious about the uncertain future it is facing.

It’s weird how she can’t really get angry or hate Gilbert. For all of his faults, he’s actually not a bad person. In the truest sense of the world, Emma has become Gilbert’s Christmas present. And now it’s too late for her.

Premium End

Nothing bad happened while they were at Emma’s house, and they were able to bake and eat the cake without incident. The real problem occurred on the way back to court.

Gilbert brought Emma to a store that had been recommended to him by Clavis and currently has her trying on dresses. They’re going for the true Christmas color – black. She has a flower shawl, and the employees had applied makeup to her face, and now Gilbert was buying the set for her. Emma tries to get him to stop, but Gilbert reminds her that she is his now, and he can dress up his Christmas present as he likes. In all black.

Or is Emma refusing his present to her?

Emma has by now figured out when and how to pick her battles, so she gives in and thanks him. Like a prince out of a book, Gilbert holds out his hand to her and begins to escort her down the street. Emma accepts and wonders where they’re going.

As it turns out, they’re going to the Christmas party at the palace. Emma is almost blown away by what she sees the moment she enters. Gilbert doesn’t let her gawk for long and draws her with him into the throng of people dancing. He places a hand on her waist and begins to lead her through the steps. Gilbert reminds her that she wanted to attend this party from the beginning when he found her looking so happy at the invitation.

He noticed that Emma didn’t ask anyone to be her escort. Including him. Emma explains that she didn’t feel like she could invite him. Gilbert entwines their fingers and mourns that he’s the only one who feels like they’re friends.

He stops between songs and brings Emma’s hand to his lips. Emma asks him to stop, and Gilbert teases her for having a red face. Emma admits that she finds the action embarrassing, and Gilbert teases her. He complains that she’s being especially unfriendly, and now he’s lonely.

Emma wonders why he spent the day with her, and Gilbert tells her that he simply didn’t want to be alone during Christmas. Or is she trying to imply that he had a nefarious motive behind the day? Emma remembers the day, and specifically when they brought presents for the children. He had managed to twist that into a trap for her, so there’s a good chance that the gift that he gave her is also a trap. She asks if he’s continuing to try to isolate her from Rhodolite’s noble society.

Gilbert reminds Emma that she’s already the court pariah, and at this point, he really can’t make it worse if he tried. This is true – while the townspeople don’t know who Gilbert is, so no one cared whom he spent time with, the nobles are different. Even now, Emma can feel piercing looks from all around her. Even if she came to the party without Gilbert, at this point, the only people who willingly associated with her were the princes.

Emma asks what Gilbert’s goals are. Gilbert admits that he does have goals that can only be fulfilled by her, but for today, he doesn’t want anything from her. Emma is distracted by this and accidentally steps on Gilbert’s foot, and immediately apologizes. Gilbert chides her for getting distracted during the dance and tells her to focus on him.

Emma asks Gilbert to explain his goals. She likes the dress he got her, and she enjoyed eating at the market and giving gifts to the children. Now, she’s waiting for his inevitable betrayal, and the anticipation is horrible.

Gilbert guides Emma away from the dancing, unusually silent. Emma wonders if she made him angry, and looking at his face, she can see that he is blatantly sulking.

(Gilbert's 'I'm Sad' Face)

Gilbert lifts Emma’s hand and bites down on her finger. Hard. Emma yelps and complains that it really hurts while trying to tug her hand away. Gilbert replies that his heart hurts even more and bites her finger again.

Put herself in Gilbert’s position. Why would she give someone a Christmas present? To please the recipient of the gift. Why would she spend all day with someone on Christmas? Because she wants to have fun with them.

Yeah, Gilbert lost Emma there.

Gilbert asks Emma what she thinks Christmas is about then. It dawns on Emma that today, Gilbert didn’t have a nefarious reason for spending time with her today. In fact, he had been in a noticeably good mood, as if he liked spending Christmas with her. Emma apologizes. Gilbert grumbles that his wounded heart won’t heal with just an apology. Which one of them is the evil one again?

Emma realizes that although Gilbert is sulking, he’s not really angry. Instead, he’s enjoying this situation fully.

Emma still doesn’t understand Gilbert. He’s not always terrible to her, and that throws off her ability to tell if he’s doing something out of maliciousness or goodwill. Spending the entire day with him didn’t help her understand him, but she refuses to give up.

Gilbert prompts Emma out of her reverie. She just toyed with and broke the heart of a prince who is poised to raze her country to the ground. How will she make up for it? Emma is pretty sure there was no toying of hearts on her end. Gilbert gives up on biting her finger and instead leans forward to bite her cheek. The sensation is bizarre.

While Emma’s heart pounds, Gilbert gives her the happiest smile of the day. Since it’s Christmas, Emma is going to have to console the heartbroken prince before her.

Yeah, it’s going to be a long time before Emma’s night is over.

Epilogue

This year’s Christmas was very exciting. First, Emma went to the Christmas market and ate at all the stalls together with Gilbert. Then, she had a chance to play Santa with Gilbert and play with the gang of street urchins who adopted him. She had invited (?) Gilbert to her home and gifted him a hand-baked Christmas cake that they had made together. Finally, she had gone to the ball in a new dress and with a date. Even though Gilbert is the enemy prince, it had been fun, and Emma would have been happy for the day to end with those feelings.

Unfortunately, reality had to slap her in the face.

Emma is currently pulling out another batch of cookies from the castle oven, presenting them like a sacrifice in front of Gilbert. The cookies are Christmas-themed, shaped like a star, and fragrant.

Gilbert reaches out, grabs a handful of them, and crams them into his mouth. Around the food, he asks Emma if she thinks that simply giving him food will soothe his broken heart.

Well, yeah.

Earlier, Emma had doubted Gilbert’s shady, villainous character, and wounded him emotionally. The first thing that came to her mind to demonstrate how remorseful she was about doubting the character of a man who regularly threatened to destroy her country was by baking cookies. Gilbert asks if he comes off as someone so simple that throwing food at him will be a sufficient apology.

Well, yeah.

After a pause, Emma offers to take back the cookies if they’re not working. She reaches out to grab the remaining cookies, only to be stopped by Gilbert. He asks if she wants her country to be destroyed that much, and Emma asks him not to smile while he says that. Gilbert laughs and continues to eat the cookies.

Considering how much Gilbert has eaten today, Emma isn’t sure where he’s putting all that food. Forget second stomachs, does he have a third?

Gilbert idly mentions that this is a second Christmas gift to him, so now he’s going to have to come up with another gift in return. Emma tells him not to worry about it, this is an apology, not a gift. Gilbert asks if she’s saying that she’s refusing gifts from him, if so, someone is getting hurt and it won’t be him. Again.

Fine. Emma thanks Gilbert and tells him that she is already looking forward to his gift.

Gilbert: Right? :)

Gilbert has Emma hold out her hands in front of her and gently lays a linen towel over them. Emma feels something heavy in the towel, and when Gilbert removes the towel, she sees his gift.

It’s a dagger.

Gilbert is very proud of himself; this is the gift he wanted to give Emma in the first place.

It’s a very nice dagger. The handle has jet-black gemstones, doubtlessly made from obsidian like Gilbert’s earrings. Gilbert explains that this isn’t just for decoration, it’s a fully functional dagger. He tosses the linen towel in the air, and pulls out the dagger, cutting the fabric in half.

Emma would like to know why Gilbert is giving her a knife. Gilbert’s been worried about her for a while now, there are several unreasonable beasts residing in court, and the night is dark and full of dangers. As Emma should know well by now.

Yes, Emma is in danger at court. Because of Gilbert.

Gilbert tells Emma that she doesn’t always have to kill people with it, she can also use it to threaten them. He makes Emma hold the dagger and maneuvers her so that she’s holding it at his throat. Since Emma isn’t a skilled combatant, she should just aim for the throat.

Yeah, Emma isn’t going to use the knife, even just to threaten people. Always, when she was in physical danger, Gilbert rescued her. She doesn’t understand Gilbert’s goals or motivations, but she is beginning to understand that he doesn’t want her body harmed, at least. With the ‘Marshal of Eternal Victory’ playing bodyguard, Emma doesn’t have to worry about being harmed ever again. If she’s in a position where there needs to be violence, it would be against Gilbert himself. So, this gift is a trap, to see if she will take up a weapon against Gilbert.

Why does someone give someone else a gift? To please the receiver of the gift. Does Gilbert really think that Emma would be pleased with this gift? Gilbert thinks that Emma is rebellious enough that she doesn’t want to do as she says. Besides, she might feel better if she had a weapon to use against someone who would take advantage of her weakness.

Only, the person who is taking advantage of her weaknesses is Gilbert himself. But Emma doesn’t want to hurt him. The knife slips from her hands to thunk into the floor.

Maybe in the future, Emma will regret giving up the dagger. But she believes that she will be able to find a non-violent solution to her future problem.

Emma announces that instead of using the knife, if she needs to oppose Gilbert, she’ll simply win over his heart. And rely on his sense of morality.

Gilbert is confused.

Emma continues. If Gilbert feels guilty about all that he’s doing to her, then she won’t need to go out of her way to kill or threaten him with a blade. She will show him what it really means to dominate someone’s heart.

For a long moment, Gilbert just looks at her.

Gilbert: Uh . . .

Gilbert: Are you saying you’ll seduce me?

Emma: . . . . You wouldn’t fall for that kind of trap.

Gilbert laughs and asks what Emma means, in that case. He’s looking forward to seeing how she thinks she can rule his heart, though his face shows how impossible he thinks this is. Emma wishes he would think of her as a little bit of a threat.

Some of Emma’s feelings must have been showing on her face. Gilbert picks up a surviving cookie and holds it before her lips. Maybe he thinks that by feeding her, her mood will improve.

Emma opens up her mouth and bites into half of the cookie. Gilbert leans forward and bites into the remaining half that was hanging out of her mouth. Emma starts back and feels cold fingers touch the corners of her mouth.

Gilbert warns Emma that if this sends her bolting, she’s got a long road ahead of her before she can dominate him. Word of advice, if she wants to control anyone, don’t let them take initiative first. Gilbert calmly licks the cookie crumbs that he had wiped from her mouth with his fingers.

This day’s victory went to Gilbert, but someday, Emma will beat him. Maybe after she can look into Gilbert’s eye.

Gilbert stoops and picks up the fallen dagger, noting that it was a useless gift. He sheathes it, and places it back into Emma’s hand, before taking one of the halves of the linen towel and placing it over the dagger. He snaps his fingers and removes the cover.

The dagger is now an obsidian rose. Emma is impressed and marvels over the craftsmanship. Gilbert preens, he had worked hard at carving it. Emma is startled to realize that Gilbert himself made it. Gilbert glibly tells Emma to take care of it as if were him.

Emma is completely defeated.

Gilbert is a prince who is very dexterous with his hands, gluttonous and skilled at controlling people. As Emma holds an obsidian rose in her hand, she secretly decides to reach out to the heart of the trampling beast.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #gilbert von obsidian

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tomatoluvr69 · 9 months

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useless complaint post literally you don’t have to bother reading this it will just help me to rant a bit

This is sooooo not a real issue I’m just in the throes of pmdd but like I have a bunch of semi-expected (but way earlier than I’d thought) unemployed time so I’m using its alignment with the warm weather to go backpacking/live out of my car in [nearby national park and national forests] but right now I feel zero enthusiasm and I really hope it’s not gonna suck bc my heart’s not in it…like if I’m kind of doing it out of obligation bc it’s unusual to have such an extended span of time off when you’re an adult, then am I going to have the drive to get thru the parts that suck, like the exhaustion of steep trail days, the days when it storms so hard you have zero dry gear, etc. but really the part that I’m the most trepidatious about is the loneliness. But it’s so weird bc I’m struggling socially here and I really think some extended alone time would help?? But it’s always hard and I don’t want to lololol. Honestly what would help this the most is to just wait until after my fucking period. But as it is right now I feel like I’m just going thru the motions. If I could fucking live in my house for the equivalent amount of time without my social life encroaching I absolutely would but I’m so burnt out from my close friends leaving and from my last dear relationship here being at times really tough (it’s one that feels like my well-being rides on it— when it’s good, I’m on top of the world, when it’s not I’m hurt and confused and crawling out of my own skin). I still have a community here but it feels like it’s my roommates’ world, and I’m a guest whose presence is like…anodyne at best? And I really think I’ve just latched onto the idea of my trip as a vague mental escape hatch and haven’t really grasped the idea of the fact that I’ll still be present in my ailing brain and treacherous body when I go on the trip— I’m not just taking a nap from my (admittedly spoiled little baby) problems. And when I did the same thing for 3 or 4 weeks last summer I was dropped off & picked up, which created a really nice incentive to stay on trail— to leave, I’d have had to somehow communicate & coordinate with the relatives who’d agreed on a set date to come pick me up, i.e. effectively trapping me in the woods so I’d stay when I got all grumpy or sad or began semi-hallucinating human voices or was ready to throw it all away to get my hands on a slice of pepperoni pizza and a big old kombucha lol.

Anyways this is such not a real problem but me ol’ paranoid ass is convinced a whole passel of my irls have this blog’s url so I can’t freely complain about what’s really bothering me, which is that I’m starting to see harbingers of the devastating dissolution of my closest relationship. Or, even worse, my relegation to a much more distant connection. And I’m trying desperately to convince myself I should stay in this fucking town, because I’m suuuuuuuuper prone to just fleeing when I start to feel [inaudible], which is a super unsustainable way to live my life and o know it’s not [city] I’m trying to flee but myself which scientists are telling me I can’t physically do…but is that the truth?? Or is the truth that I actually do need a clean break from [redacted]…or is that just a convenient lie I’m telling myself so I can flee again. Or is THAT a convenient lie I’m telling myself so that I can keep my head in the sand and keep [redacted]. It’s so cool how you can’t trust your own heart and mind and you might just suffer from uncertainty forever and you’ll die chasing happiness with the grass always greener but also like pmdd and I don’t really want to go on this trip but I think I must. I think…

#like. even this trip itself is evidence that my nature is just a fucking flee-er.#and I think I’d settle for love but like that would require someone to love me. lol #and I’ve got some semblance of it here but it’s not enough and it’s very fucking painful. like what happens if the strongest ties you may #ever render are just enough. bc you’re not enough. lol #also I think I have to leave when I said I’d leave bc my internal shameometer prevents me from telling my male roommate I’m staying #solely to use the toilet during um well you know.#and also the more I come to terms with the fact that I’m almost definitely autistic the more I really can see how much masking fucking #drains me.#and the friends who left were the ones around whom I didn’t really feel the need to mask. but these social things the past few weeks have #fucking walloped me and I’m just :-( ;-( :-(#oops did not mean to make him wink.#and it just feels like the rest of my life is going to be a cycle of masking for long enough that someone likes me. and then being #abandoned by them for romantic relationships or some geographical distance reason or like ummm fucking liability by lorde reasons #ugsjkskwnenwjsmz :-( :-/

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lutawolf · 1 year

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Hi Luta!

I've been following your blog since KinnPorsche and very quickly fell in love with your reviews hehe and as I read through them, a lot of what you wrote really just clicked for me so you know how you said you seem to attract brats? Congrats you got another baby brat following you 😂 (I actually took the bdsm test you used for the KinnPorsche posts and scored 91% for brat lol ngl that surprised me but also thinking about it......yeah it fits 😂). Learning more about the bdsm community is definitely something I want to do in the future, I just don't have the means rn. But I've always had a very active imagination and the theater major/creative writing minor in me loves to analyze stories and characters, so trying to see a story from several or all of the characters pov is something I really enjoy. And that combined with what I've learned from your blog, I've been able to start figuring out what I do and don't like (theoretically ofc since I have no practical experience and when I experience it irl things will most definitely change), for instance I liked the gentle corrections you pointed out in KinnPorsche or how in Love in the Air, Phayu never denies Rain comfort when he needs it even when he's being firm and just overall how these couples found ways to bring the D/s element into everyday life that works for them.

Anyways I just recently figured out something that I probably don't like skdjks I've been watching Not Me (and reading your posts about it after each ep) and I got to ep 8. Bondage is def something I want to try in the future but I got so mad at Sean for leaving "Black" tied up alone AND I'M NOT EVEN THE ONE WHO'S TIED TO BED 💀 I actually had to pause the ep so I could calm down a bit skdskfkd to help myself calm down I aggressively stabbed some cinnamoroll cloud slime with my fingers (while wrapped in a fuzzy blanket which def must've made for a funny image lol). Once I felt better, I hit play again but kept playing with the slime while watching. And then "Black" came to meet Sean at that abandoned building at the episode and I had to pause again cause I was still mad skfjsjfk my slime really went through this evening 💀 And knowing my petty ass I will most definitely still be mad at Sean for awhile lol (the logical part of me knows it's just a show but the petty side is winning rn) so yeah needless to say, if that had been me.........good luck getting my trust back Sean skzkfhjdkd

Anyways I just felt like sharing this, I know it's a pretty long ramble of an ask but I felt like I could share it with you 💕

Hope you have good day!

Hey baby brat!!!

Thank you for following me so long!!! You've gone through some craziness, lol. 💜💜💜

Yeah, my pet peeve is leaving someone tied up. I tend to be lenient with movie and show magic. However, so many people just don't realize how dangerous it is to keep someone tied up. For a multitude of reasons. Depending on the type of restraint, you only have a few hours to even minutes before you can start causing damage. Cuffs and handcuffs are safer than some other restraints, but even then, you should play by the rules of mobility.

Also, there should always be escape access nearby. A way in which a submissive can remove the bondage if necessary, should there be an emergency. I've known submissive who've had to cut their ropes to save their Doms. It happens.

So yeah, I agree with you completely here. Hope you have an amazing day!!! 💜💜💜

#luta question and answer #luta opinions #luta talks kink

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sinhasaheart · 2 years

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the trail aftermath (emerald dawn)

Sorry this took so long. Had a series of irl dramas I had to deal with 😌

Teeth bared, enraged, Sinestro lands on all fours in the dirt of Qward's surface. His nails dig in, clawing the ground, and he imagines it's the face of all who have betrayed him. They will pay.

Really though, and Sinestro realises it with anti climatic speed, he's just alone and cold on a foreign planet in an unfriendly universe.

Common sense and thinking clearly are anything but helpful and Sinestro angrily pushes reason away. Just as soon as he makes his way back to his universe and destroys everyone who has done this to him, everything will be back in order.

Green light flashes and Sinestro flinches back, arms covering his face. His first immediate panicked thought is the Guardians have decided to kill him after all.

"Hey, gorgeous." It's not the Guardians. Instead, a tall Green Lantern is relaxing casually against one of the random Qwardian pillars. "I'm gonna stop you right there."

There's no proper pattern to the placement of the pillars and Sinestro is briefly distracted wondering how he is expected to live somewhere so unrefined. Carelessly, he rips a pole from an important section of plumbing and brandishes it at Hal Jordan.

In an instant, Sinestro is disarmed and knocked to the ground. He growls. Of course, he has an unfair disadvantage. In any other circumstance, he can never be beaten.

"I'm not the same rookie you used to drag around with you," Hal tells Sinestro, pinning him down with a knee on his back.

"You remain a traitor," Sinestro spits out and gets a mouthful of dirt for his trouble. He splutters and struggles fiercely.

With ease, Hal keeps Sinestro pinned down. "Yes," he agrees, "but I'm working on it. I want to help you."

Those last few words are punctuated as Hal releases Sinestro and steps back. Though Sinestro seizes the opportunity to scramble to his feet, he doesn't attack again. He doesn't trust the Green Lantern before him, waiting for a trick, to be destroyed once again.

"Why should I believe anything you may say to me?" It's a low growl in Sinestro's chest. "You've made your thoughts very clear."

"Have I?" Hal is relaxed and patient, not put off by Sinestro's hostility. "So you know I think you're driven and passionate and have so much potential that you're about to throw away on some desperate revenge scheme?"

Rage overwhelms every part of Sinestro, boiling his blood. "It was not I who began this!"

"Maybe not," Hal allows, uncowed. "But you can end it. I've seen the future, Sin, your future -"

There's a loud screeching of metal as Sinestro yanks another pole from a nearby unused piece of machinery. "Then you know," he says, dropping back into a battle ready crouch, "I will be the end of the Guardians and they shall lie dead at my feet." He can picture it already.

"It won't make this feel any better. Trust me." When Hal takes a step forward, earnest, Sinestro warily backs up. "I know you'll regret it if you kill them."

"Why should I care for their lives?" Sinestro scoffs but he's watching Hal intently, noting down every word.

"Not for theirs," Hal explains with endless patience. "For yours. You can be better than them. Show them they were wrong for exiling you. Isn't that the better revenge?"

It's frustratingly apparent to Sinestro as he stands there with his improvised weapon, just how low he has fallen. Seeking advice from this human, considering allowing those who have hurt him to continue existence, it's all pathetic but he's been driven to it and he's not sure why.

"I know it hurts," Hal soothes. "After you did everything, gave everything you could and it still feels like it wasn't enough... It's enough for me."

Sinestro's nostrils flare but the words penetrate him, bury into his heart. It seems he has been too hasty. There is hope for him to continue his work, to save his people, his planet, the universe even, though the Guardians have abandoned him.

It is not surrender but victory Sinestro is pursuing, a true defeat of the Guardians. Their death will serve less purpose than becoming better than they ever will be.

#hal jordan #sinestro #halsinestro #time travel #my fic #ask #green lantern

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frzntrx · 2 years

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(A/N: I wanted to write a story where Hans wants revenge on Elsa for ruining his plot to get a throne, so he teams up with a wizard who’s actually a coward and Hans intimidates him, so he gets him to banish her to irl New York City, and Hans is like she’ll never survive! But she actually somewhat likes it there after she meets Loki? But instead of Prince Edward Anna goes to find her with Kristoff. Giselle from Enchanted literally inspired this story, and this is a small bit from it… he’s dating Wanda at this point because I know some people who ship them.)

Loki: Elsa… both of us have really busy schedules and I- (sighs) it’s complicated okay?

Elsa(confused): it doesn’t have to be though not if she knows!

Loki(chuckles): knows what?

Elsa: I mean I don’t know much about love… but I’ve seen it with my sister…(singing) how does she know you love her…? How does she know she’s yours?

Loki: no no no no no it’s fine don’t sing I get it, people are staring though sweetheart let’s go let’s walk… can we walk?

Elsa(confused): well does she?

(Loki rolls his eyes)

Loki: yes yes let’s go

(Then they hear steel drums guy in Central Park because the MCU is in nyc mostly so why not)

Steel drums guy: how does she know that you love her?

(Elsa gasps and giggles with glee rushing up to him and starts dancing along)

Loki: wait HE KNOWS THE SONG TOO?!?!?

Elsa(joining in): how do you show her you love her?

Steel drums guy: how does she know that you really really

Elsa: truly

Both: love her?

Loki(exasperated): I’ve never even heard this song?!? (Gets annoyed and starts to drag her off as they continue singing) Right nice work okay let’s go! Good job sweetie

Elsa: it’s not enough to take who you love for granted! You must remind her or she’ll just have to say… how do I know he loves me? (Twirls, arms to the sky) How do I know he’s mine?

(She flits away and Comes across a lady with her baby girl, she’s opening up a lunchbox and she takes out a tiny paper note from inside and smiles sweetly as she reads the note)

Elsa:does he leave a little note to tell you that you’re on his mind?

(Goes up to an elderly couple and presses a daffodil into the old man’s hand)

Elsa: give you yellow flowers when the sky’s gloomy and grey? Heyyy

(The old man smiles sweetly as he gives his wife the daffodil who is stunned)

Elsa: he’ll find new ways to show you a little bit every day! (A guy performing as Eric in a show of the little mermaid nearby twirls her and dips her, and she giggles) that’s how you know… That’s how you know he’s your love!

(Loki sighs as she stands back up and skips to him)

Elsa: see?

Loki(sarcastic): oh I definitely see all right? Let’s get out of here…

(They pass an ad for the Bridgerton Ball and she gasps)

Elsa: a BALL?!?

Loki(groans): yes.

Elsa(giggles): that sounds like FUN!!! (And he has to drag her away from it)

Loki: no no trust me I grew up with stuff like that it’s NOT fun not by any means. Nope. That would NOT be fun.

(A literal marching band shows up and the steel drums guy is back, and she skips down the path not really having anywhere she needs to go)

Steel drums guy and the marching band: you’ve got to show that you need her!

Loki(looking around confused): what the hel is going on here?!?

Steel drums guy: don’t treat her like a mind reader!

Band: each day do something

Steel drums guy and band: to lead her to believe you love her! (She giggles and twirls to the music,then continues skipping and comes across a wedding in the park and smiles dreamily)

Elsa: everybody wants to live happily ever after! Everybody wants to know their true love is true!(She walks up to the bride and groom and gives them a pin from her hair that’s an emerald heart, and the bride gasps)

Bride: (to her groom)THAT’S what I forgot Jared! Something borrowed! (To Elsa) Thank you!

Elsa(giggles): keep it! As a wedding present from one girl to another! (Skips off to join the band and steel drums guy again, despite how annoyed he is about the random flash mob she’s accidentally created, his heart melts when she gives the young lady the hair pin)

Elsa(singing again): how do you know he loves you? How do you know he’s yours?!?

(She sees a couple teenagers, and somehow she knows that even though they’re just friends, they both want to be more and are afraid to ruin it)

Elsa(to the teenage girl dancing along with the guy):well does he take you out dancing just so he can hold you close? (The teenagers blush shyly, and the guy slides his hand to touch the girl’s hand)

Loki(protesting): I don’t dance! (Stomps foot frustratedly, trying to her her to listen to him)

Elsa: dedicate a song with words meant just for you?

Loki(rolls his eyes, blushing): and I really don’t sing

Elsa: he’ll find his own way to tell you with the little things he’ll do!

Bride and old lady: that’s how you know

All(except Loki obviously): that’s how you know!

Elsa: he’s your true love!

(Anna hears Elsa in the distance but can’t find her)

Anna: Elsa!!! Come on big sis you gotta help me find you!!! (Singing) for the first time in foreverrrr you don’t have to be afraid! We can-

(Almost gets knocked over by a speedy bike passing by)

Bike guy: HEY!!! you’re in the way princess!!!

Anna:(furious at how rude he is) EXCUSE ME JERKWAD I AM A QUEEN!!! (Muttering as she brushes the dirt off herself) if you’re gonna insult me at least get my title right.

(Back to Elsa and the dance mob with Loki)

(Elsa starts singing and like 5-6 white doves fly up to her, and she gives them a bouquet of wildflowers)

Elsa: please bring these to Wanda Maximoff (and the birds fly away carrying the bouquet together and Loki rolls his eyes in annoyance and disbelief)

Loki(irritated): Elsa hon they’re birds they don’t know where she lives and they can’t read?!? You think they can read maps or something?!? (Then she giggles and runs off to join the crowd singing and dancing and his phone rings

Loki: oh hey Wanda you won’t believe the day I’m having… oh… oh so you got the flowers…? (Eyes wide in disbelief) oh good… you’re welcome. I gotta go… babysitting. See you tonight? (And he hangs up and is just watching her with Disbelief)

Elsa: that’s how you know he loves you!!! That’s how you know it’s true!!! (Twirls) because he’ll wear your favorite color just so he can match your eyes(A street performer guy picks her up and flips her and she laughs with glee and Loki looks on longingly, kinda jealous) plan a private picnic under the moonlight glow!!! Ohhh

All: his heart will be yours forever- something every day will show!

That’s how you know! That’s how you know!!!

(The dancer guy gets his buddies to pick her up by her arms and twirl her around and she giggles)

That’s how you know! THAT’S how you know!

(They set her down and she twirls happily swishing her skirt)

Elsa: he’s your love!!!

Steel drums guy: that’s how she knows that you love her! That’s how you show that you love her!

Elsa(giggling, taking Loki’s hand in hers and squeezing it as she looks up at him with hope): that’s how you know! (Loki’s eyes soften, something is growing in his heart, as he watches her have fun and be kind to total strangers)

Steel drums guy: you’ve got to show that you need her! Don’t treat her like a mind reader!!!

Elsa: that’s how you know! He’s your love!!!!

(Song abruptly ends and she’s scooped up by a really tall circus performer and she’s sitting on his shoulders)

All(shouted excitedly): YEAH!!!

(And everybody is laughing and chattering amongst themselves about how sweet Elsa is Loki shakes it off and rolls his eyes)

Loki: alright snow queen we gotta go find your sister come on now! (Yanks her off screen because she was taken by surprise because she was staring dreamily at the happy couples she helped)

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