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necromaniackat · 24 days

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Cruel Summer

Chapter 15: A Summoning

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“I’m sorry you had to witness that,” you apologized as you two stood mere feet apart. Felix shrugged casually.

“Little sisters are gonna little sister,” he commented with a grin. You snorted a laugh and nodded in agreement. He appeared to be so amused by your reaction; his eyes crinkled in the corners as they stayed on you.

The pair of you stood awkwardly in the foyer, not saying anything to each other. You felt your body cringing from the awkwardness of the situation. Although Felix didn’t seem to get the memo since he stood confidently, smiling down at you.

You felt blush rush to your cheeks under his adoring gaze. One hand was rubbing the nape of your neck while the other had a nervous hold of the opposite arm. You couldn’t meet his gaze but you knew his eyes were so luscious in the morning light that flooded in through the windows.

“Anyways–” you were cut off when a hand found the side of your face and a pair of lips were firmly pressed against yours in a sweet but passionate kiss. You involuntarily closed your eyes with both hands raised in surprise. You were suddenly lost in that sea of greedy want. You wanted his lips on every inch of your skin. You wanted to be covered in his adoration.

He pulled away ever so slightly, resting his forehead against yours.

“I’ll see you tonight,” Felix said confidently. Breathlessly, you nodded in agreement. Felix pulled away from you, leaving the house. You stayed completely still, still mesmerized by what just happened. You weren’t expecting that. You expected he’d run for the hills, that this was just friends with benefits; maybe it is and he’s just comfortable around crazy. Either way, you were delighted that he was coming back tonight.

You paused in the foyer when you heard Felix’s car leave the driveway. You basked in the afterglow of last night and then that kiss. It left you speechless, literally. You couldn’t form coherent sentences, or even thoughts. When Felix touched you, the way he touched you, in your mind it was like galaxies exploding into existence. Your mind was filled with nothingness that is space but in your mind’s eye you saw the vibrant colors of galaxies and planets with diamonds creating stories sprinkled throughout. Your mind was filled with a symphony of the most transcending music you’ve ever heard. For the first time in your life, you felt truly alive. It both terrified you and thrilled you.

Felix touched parts of you that have never been touched before. His abundantly masculine aura made you feel safe enough to be vulnerable; but also vulnerable in a hunter/prey way. You felt threatened by his demeanor, the look in his eye made you feel so small and weak. But at the same time, he made you feel so safe, like you could drop the mast for just a moment to breathe. Felix let you explore those dark crevasses of your humanity and the philosophical dichotomies that come with it.

Felix’s physical touch was so gentle in the beginning; you were almost certain he wasn’t touching you at some points. You had to practically beg him to touch you. It was as though he was afraid of hurting you by mistake. Although, once he gained some confidence, he was a machine that hit every wonderful spot.

You were snapped back to reality at the sound of the kettle whistling from the kitchen. You blinked a few times, gathering yourself. You sighed softly before going back to the kitchen where your mum would undoubtedly be making herself and you some tea or coffee.

You sighed then carried on with your day, joining your mum in the kitchen. Sure enough, your mum was tidying up with a small white steaming mug of coffee in her hand. She piled last night’s dishes into the sink, turning on the hot water.

“Honestly, Evelyn, I don’t know what you’d do without me,” your mum tutted. You gave her a shy smile and shrugged.

“Crash and burn?” you offered lightheartedly. Your mum gave you a stern expression, signifying that now isn’t the time for lighthearted banter, no matter how well intentioned it is.

Your mum took a sip of her coffee before setting it down on the counter, turning her full attention to the sink full of dishes. Your mum has a habit of burying herself in work when she’s stressed; she’ll go on a cleaning marathon or become captain of the odd jobs team. You knew this helped her when she was stressed, but this wasn’t the typical stressful situation. She wasn’t doing this as a way to cope, she was servicing herself as a form of self-destruction. You’ve seen too many of your overachieving friends do this; they service themselves to the point of exhaustion as a way to gain social approval while also punishing themselves.

You couldn’t just stand by and watch your mum self-destruct like this.

“Mum stop,” you said. Your mum dramatically dropped the cutlery into the sink with a loud enough clatter to wake the dead. She turned to you with the famous mum glare of disapproval.

“Who’s Felix?” she snapped at you. Your brows knitted together as your arms crossed over your chest.

“Felix is the delivery boy,” you replied honestly.

“The delivery boy?” Your mum’s eyebrow cocked as she looked you up and down.

“Yeah, the delivery boy,” you repeated.

“And what was he doing here at half five in the morning?” You froze and your brain went blank.

“He came over last night to help me move some furniture upstairs. Both of us have insomnia and figured we could work through the night,” you explained a half truth. Your mum’s eyebrow lowered, telling you that she bought your story for now. This calmed your nerves a bit. Your mum isn’t ready to face the fact that you’re an adult with needs now. Clearly being too far away is too much for her, she doesn’t need to know what you and Felix were really up to last night.

“Were you two safe, at least?” Your blood ran ice cold as you stared wide eyed at your mum.

“Pardon?” you nervously uttered. Your mum sighed heavily and looked at you as though she’s already repeated herself numerous times.

“Were you guys safe?” she repeated. “–Moving the furniture; were you two safe moving all that heavy furniture?” she clarified once she saw your bewildered expression. You weren’t sure if your mum knew you and Felix slept together. Your mum was a very intuitive person; she knew things were amiss even before she got the confirmation. Her intuitiveness made it very difficult to be sneaky as a teen.

“Yeah, we were safe,” you replied once you realized you were just standing there staring at her. It was a flat out lie though; nothing about what you and Felix did was considered safe.

Your mum looked you over, examining you like a science project. You knew she was looking for any hints that you were lying. But you’ve gotten extremely good at falsifying your body language to say a completely different thing.

“Still Evelyn, I taught you better than this. Don’t leave dirty dishes to pile up in the sink, it’ll attract bugs,” mum commented as she picked up her coffee once again. You let out a sigh of relief, knowing you were safe from your mother’s judgmental eyes.

“Sorry mum,” you said in return.

“I know you’re a big girl who can do these things, Ev,” she hounded.

“I was gonna do the dishes; it’s not like I was gonna leave them there. I’m a procrastinator not a slob,” you defended coldly. You took a sip of your hot coffee and waked for your mum’s response.

“Here,” she uttered as she reached toward the counter behind you. A mug of steaming coffee appeared in her hand beside you. You took it from her and sighed contently. Your poor mum was so strung out on sleep deprivation and pure stress, you couldn’t help but feel bad.

You snorted when you watched your mum take a sip of her almost black coffee. The last thing your mum needed was an extra strong cuppa coffee. It’s like back in your school days; when you’d stay up all night studying then fuel your day with energy drinks to stay awake. Your mm used to scold you for doing that but it never really stopped you. Especially when you started working. You’d run on three hours of sleep, energy drinks, and a cuppa noodles. Unless it was payday then you’d go to SubWay to get nachos. Thankfully, your mum doesn’t know about your dietary habits.

You and your mum migrated to the kitchen table, still talking about how things have been going at the mansion. She was very curious about what you’ve been up to the last week. You told her that you didn’t start actually beginning the renovations until yesterday. You’ve been busy doing inventory and making contact with your dead uncle. But you left the last part out. You mum doesn’t need anymore reasons to hate you being here. And knowing that you’re communicating with the dead will definitely send her over the edge.

Although when the topic of Bex came up, your mum couldn’t sit still. She still hasn’t heard anything from Adam, who left for Amsterdam at around midnight last night. His flight was at three thirty.

You watched as your mum of up from the table and began pacing and ranting. She was so mind boggled; she couldn’t comprehend her girls going this far off the rails.

“You girls are the best thing to have happened to me. Your father and I did our best to raise you into an intelligent, well-mannered, responsible young lady. And then Adam and I did everything we could to make sure you and Rebecca stayed on a good path. And up until now you did, what happened? How did we get here?” Your mum rhetorically asked as she paced the kitchen with a cup of coffee nestled between her palms. You had the urge to make a smartass comment about how she coddled you and Bex, instead you took a sip of your coffee.

“It’s that Sophie Bex hangs out with who put this in her head,” your mum hypothesized, standing in the middle of the kitchen with a sour expression. You sighed, looking down into your coffee. You felt guilty for lying to your mum. You told her you hadn’t spoken to Bex since Tuesday, you spoke to her yesterday morning. She told you she wanted to go to Amsterdam, and even though you basically told her it was a stupid idea, you knew she was going to at least try to go. You knew she was going to be careless; you should’ve given your mum and Adam a heads-up about the situation. Your mum and Adam would’ve put an end to Bex’s communication with this older boy she went to meet.

You sighed mentally, closing your eyes tiredly.

“She went to meet a boy,” you finally said once the guilt became too much.

“What do you mean she went to meet a boy?!” Your mum exclaimed. You shrank into yourself under her harsh gaze. Your mum set her mug down as she stormed over to you.

“I talked to her yesterday morning,” you told her sheepishly.

“What did she say?” Your mum asked, she hovered around you. Her bright green eyes were wide with astonishment, fear and betrayal. You swallowed dryly as anxiety rattled your bones. The only time you’ve seen your mum get this look was when you and she were in the hospital waiting room after your dad was rushed in the day he died. There was no doubt she loved you and Bex, no one could tell anyone otherwise. Sometimes her parenting is questionable, but she always means well. So, seeing her like this put a pit in your stomach.

“She said she wanted to go to Amsterdam, that you guys said no. She told me she wanted to go to meet up with a guy at a festival,” you summarized yesterday’s conversation.

“But you just told me you last spoke to her on Tuesday,” your mum brought up, crossing her arms over her chest. She gave you the infamous mom death glare. The one where you feel so incredibly small under her stare.

“I forgot about it until now,” you said, which was only half a lie. You remembered you talked to her while making coffee for you two.

“Evelyn Elizabeth McKnight.” Your mum used your full name when she believed she caught you in a lie. And she did. You lied to her and got caught; now you must face the music.

You sighed heavily and bowed your head down.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to lie to you,” you apologized honestly. Your blood ran cold when your mum began laughing. She started giggling hysterically before it turned into a wheezing laugh. She waved her hands at you, trying to push out words and phrases but it only came out as breathless wheezes.

You stared at her in horror. You’ve witnessed your mum “go off the rails” before, but never this far. You were convinced she had completely lost the plot.

“Mum,” you drew out in a gentle voice. You stood up from the chair, standing inches from your mum. Carefully, you reached out when your mum’s laughter turned to sobs. She fell into your arms, wrapping hers around your shoulders. You didn’t say anything, you merely held her and let her cry. You knew she didn’t need advice now; she was overwhelmed and exhausted. And she needed to get those emotions out somehow.

You only did what your mum and dad did with you when your emotions got too overwhelming; they let you cry and scream, but they were always there to comfort you. They understood that crying and screaming was your only coping mechanism growing up – when you got overwhelmed you were allowed to go to your room and blast music while you cried and screamed until you felt better. You were incredibly lucky to have parents who created a safe enough environment for you to be able to express your true emotions.

“Let's get you to bed – you need to sleep for a while,” you lulled as you carefully guided your mum from the kitchen with no resistance. Your mum's uncontrollable sobs were now sharp hiccups. You took your mum to your dad’s old bedroom – she always felt safe in here. Your mum swore there were eyes on her while in any and every room of the house, except your dad’s room.

You lovingly soothed her as you took her upstairs. Your mum has been up for God knows how long – completely worrying about her family to the point of a meltdown. She’s always worried about you and Bex; wondering if she did a good enough job with you two. Now she has to deal with Bex’s self-destructive rampage, as well as you being two and a half hours away from home delving into ancient history that should stay in the past. That’d be a lot for any mother to take.

Although, you’ve never seen her breakdown like this before. It was scary and deeply concerning to you. Your mum has always been an emotional person, but she’s never broken down like this in front of you before – not even when your dad died.

‘This must’ve been decades worth of worry coming out,’ you thought as you led her down the hallway. You were thankful you didn’t start your renovations with your dad’s room. You wanted to do something extra special for your dad’s room. He had big plans for the mansion – now you have bigger plans for it.

Gently you helped lay her down on the bed. She showed no signs of protest. You carefully slipped her shoes off as she got comfortable on the bed. Her sobs had died down into sniffles and small cries. It broke your heart to see your mum like this.

You sighed softly, brushing her bright blonde hair away from her face. You leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead; just like she’d do for you when you were a child. You wanted to reflect the loving gesture back to her as a way to tell her she did a good job, and that you’re there for her.

Your mum’s eyes began to flutter closed as tears stopped streaming down her face. You stroked her hair gingerly, remaining completely quiet as your mum drifted to sleep.

Once you were positive your mum was asleep, you sneakily made an exit out of the room. You closed the door behind you as gently as possible. The entire house was silent, excluding the grandfather clock in the foyer ticking away.

You sighed to yourself as you placed your palm against your forehead. It’s been a long night and morning. It was quarter after six in the morning and so much has already happened. You wanted to curl up in bed and sleep for a while, but you knew you had to sit by the phone and wait for Adam to make contact.

You let out another exasperated sigh then began to head for the stairs. But your ears perked up when you heard something out of the ordinary. It was a sound that didn’t belong. It sounded like wood dragging on wood. You paused for a moment to listen. Your heart was beating loudly in you ears as you stifled your breathing so you could listen for that sound again.

All the blood in your veins ran icy cold when the sound of footsteps could be heard coming from the master bedroom. It sounded like someone walking around. But the only people at the mansion were you and your mum. There should be no reason for there to be footsteps.

“Felix?!” You called out in hopes it was Felix who came back for something. Silence.

Without second thought, you swiftly charged down the hallway and into the master bedroom, hoping to catch whatever was making that noise. But when you turned the corner, you were met with an empty room. No one was there. There was no evidence of anyone being in there.

Your brows drew together quizzically. You knew you heard someone walking around. Where the Hell are they? Where did they go?

You marched over to the windows, pulling at them but they were locked just like you thought. Plus, the second floor is a solid six meters from the ground. Nobody was going to jump out the window and risk breaking their legs.

Confusedly, you glanced around the room. You found your hands had balled up into fists, ready to swing at anyone who might be intruding. Adrenaline pumped through your veins but there was no threat to be found. And that bothered you deeply. You knew what you heard. You’re not going crazy.

All the hair rose up on the back of your neck as a shiver screamed up your spine. You felt eyes on you, but you were alone in the room… –or so you thought.

“Brahms” His name came out as a shaky sigh. “–Are you here?”

Knock, knock.

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afaramir · 2 months

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LOLL i was gonna start like ‘hey there im denethor anon’ but u beat me to it. SIMILAR MINDS. Haha i read one of ur fics, was immediately smitten & was like i MUST follow them. (I’m glad i did, love the vibe of ur blog and the Flavour of ur opinions.. TASTY) so im a more recent follower but i’m gathering younger you weren’t a fan of denethor, huh? Can’t say i blame you. PJ certainly made some Decisions. he was like how do i convert a complex character into The most loathsome creature ever. He really did our fav gondorians sooo dirty. I literally watch through those scenes SEETHING in rage.

So I’ve been Thinking about denethor and faramir and nothing else for two days. like i am a denethor girlie. in my mind. spiritually. haven’t posted much abt him on tumblr. but nowww. you’re exactly right, ‘denethor Is a good leader…[insert ur paragraph here]’ yes yes yes you get it. listen denethor was a prideful, angry, resentful man but he was also valiant, resilient and noble. He guarded his city, alone (which takes GUTS, again, he was a badass!!), so well, for literal YEARS that Sauron was fearful/wary of him. i wish people were more understanding of him. he’s such an interesting character there’s so much to explore there. as you said the duty-vs-love, the weapon-first-person-next of it all. the layers. denethor as a weapon. denethor as a symbol of both sword/shield. AAHHH

BUT i think some people dismiss him hate him bc he is the mirror (the ugly side? if that makes sense) of humanity, of us. we ought to show him some compassion tho ‘cause havent u ever been taken under the darkness of life? felt the world slipping away & struggle to keep up w it? dont u ever feel hopeless? that things will never change, no matter what u do? DO YOU HAVE FEARS HAVE YOU FACED THE MONSTERS? WERE YOU ALONE, SCARED AND HOPELESS? AND HAVENT YOU MADE MISTAKES IN YOUR GRIEF AND PUSHED PEOPLE AWAY?? THAT’S what denethor experienced. He was described as a leader & a learned one at that for christ sake. He knew that evil was awaiting him and his kin and his people! he saw his future. yet. yet he soldiered on until. war declared. his sons killed (or so he believed). that’s when hope abandoned him. what was the point of staying alive now anyway? Evil was upon them, they would surely be tortured w a fate worse than death, so why should he not end the pain and kill himself? he fought the war against Time, Evil and The Dark Enemy himself and WON. he was a brave man indeed, to have fought these dark forces so much stronger than him. but he finally lost the war against Despair (and Grief), the cruelest of them all. imma cry 😭😭😭 no no no u don’t understand he didnt give up hope, hope abandoned him he- [GUNSHOT] (i don’t know how much of this even made sense lmao) anyway,

Faramir <333. do i even have to say anything about faramir? he’s the specialest little guy i love himm 🥰. On god i am one step away from rereading lotr just for him (plsss dont tempt me finals are in less than a fortnight) his and denethor’s relationship like u described my godddd XDD. fucked up familial relationships MY BELOVED. i am feral about this trope. the resentment… the jealousy… the mirror image of each other… the you’re-the-same-like-me-and-i-hate-that… mmmhm. hey do u ever think about 12 year old faramir admiring his father much the same way he did boromir and wishing he would grow up to be just like him? and do you ever think about 28 year old faramir knowing that he’s more like his father than anyone else and hating that? hating him? i do.

I’ll stop now lol im afraid my coherency has diminished by now. also sorry sorry for replying so late i am preparing for my exams. but rest assured i WILL be Rotating faramir around in my brain :3

hiiii denethor anon LOL this is the greatest ask ive ever received. every day i endeavour to provide only THE juiciest of opinions. aka this is my diary and you all are subjected to it. anyway im so glad you liked my fic i would love to know which one you read! i got into lotr via the films when i was super young so my past opinions were def coloured by The Choices. i have learned and grown since then<3 i was watching the book-to-film analysis vids on the extended edition dvds a couple weeks back and it made me so mad that i had to get up and turn off the tv. did you know there are other character options besides 'paragon of virtue' and 'one dimensional villain'...truly kind of a "nice dichotomy idiot! now what lies outside of it" situation. A Waste Of Your John Noble, To Be Honest. idk i still hold the films very close to my heart but the choices...i will simply respectfully disagree. and dont even get me started on faramir we WILL be here all night. another time. i have denethor thorongil situationship-fic to write. (i am serious about that) (i was simultaneously playing it 100% straight serious AND kind of joking about them. i shouldve known better. well.........we are so in it.)

you are so real for this. i have ALSO been Thinking about denethor and faramir and nothing else for days. weeks, even. sorry to everyone coming to the faramir goes to rivendell au for faramir and the fellowship the first 10k is literally just Keeping Up With The Stewards. we'll get there. i Will blame you for the impetus for my recent denethorposting on main but also encourage you to also do this. do whatever you want forever<3 nooo but straight up...guy who has so much strength and will that The Lord Of All Evil wouldnt contend directly against him and had to bring out the big palantir guns to bring him down. and if he'd not lost both of his sons i mean...who knows what would've happened. sometimes your sons ARE the only thing keeping you from killing yourself Do It For Them-style and lets be real that is a valid coping method. (i don't have an answer for that one and boy oh boy do i wish i did. it is going to become a massive thorn in my side in, oh, 70k or so when i hit rotk. well...i will blow up that bridge when i get to it.)

im actually putting a read more in this time bc this post broke a thousand words. continue at your own risk. there IS also faramirposting at the end here i promise.

just imagining denethor leading the siege of minas tirith. um. now stay with me here...riding out with imrahil's sortie. STAY WITH ME HERE. what do you think the livery of a steward going to war looks like. jesus christ i need to go lay down. yes i purposefully placed the read more before i decided to go momentarily horny on main. its also lowkey very vague au spoilers. sorry everyone but denethor IS canonically hot and we need to acknowledge it. Anyway.

denethor as a weapon denethor as both a sword and a shield...i am chewing glass for real. you GET IT. god i love person-as-weapon metaphor soooo much. When The Iconography Is Getting A Little Too Real. denethor as gondor, as her vanguard and standard-bearer and. i am straight up frothing at the mouth. all he ever wanted was to be a gentle lord in a time of peace.....and death was his reward...Sorry For Stealing The Fingon Death Quotation But I'm Right. so much of his behaviour and the strain on his relationships with his sons and all that is sooo...informed by the fact that to cope with having to be lord of a country at war he had to be so so unbending. he couldn't allow himself to waver, ever, not even for love, not even to save his sons.

did you know he was 21 when sauron returned. pov you are 21 years young and you have been alone all your life you are the steward's only son you are his strange numenorean heir and no one else has the LITERAL PSYCHIC POWERS AND VISIONS that you do and you have had to contend with that, alone. master your own mind, alone. learn how the shape of politics and lordship and life bends around you. and the dark lord the enemy who brought down your forebears has now set his eye on your lands again. Jesus Christ. How Would You Fucking Deal. sorry i would have a nervous breakdown and go and live in the desert. Man. TWENTY ONE? LIKE ME? most days i feel like a teletubby with a job and a credit card. if you scale it to account for numenorean lifespan inflation i mean i don't know how the math works but like. i bet it comes out to being like. 17. HELLO? basically everyone i know was barely a person at 17. the dark lord of all evil and he's MY problem to deal with?

i mean exactly. haven't we all been prideful and angry and resentful. haven't we all been there. once again [pippin voice] let's all understand poor denethor a little better. havent you ever been taken under the darkness of life [your paragraph here] yeah exactly what you said. the idea that he fucking won the war against the darkness and only lost to despair is..........so much! goodbye i have to go cry!

faramir, me AND fate's most special precious little guy....oh captain my captain....exactly. Exactly. i cant morally endorse a reread right this second but like. After. make it through finals and then it is Faramir Time. (and good luck! you got this!) tactical smartass little bitch master of both man and beast wizard's pupil (complimentary) star and hope and jewel of minas tirith knight in shining armour...my beloved. the idea that like faramir as presented, as the diplomat, as the scholar, as the numenorean, was supposed to be the one to go to rivendell...it haunts me. where is denethor sends the right son to do the right job.txt. he is gondor's no. 1 horse girl he is better suited to the wild than the battlefield he has read every sindarin text in the library he KNOWS the story of elrond and elros. he is literally telepathic and psychic and prophetic. thinking about him interacting with elrond and galadriel (and every other elf. but them in particular) makes me feel deranged. its very...self taught dnd wizard meets guy who went to wizard school energy. he's insane.

YEAH ITS CRAZY THAT THEYRE THE SAME GUY. it's. boromir gets to be boromir but faramir has to be denethor.txt. gracious and lordly as a king of old...now who is consistently referred to as noble and kingly...that a younger faramir would've looked up to...yeah. the perpetuation of denethor's second-best complex. i have a whole nother post in the drafts about that i CANT get into it here but jesus christ men who are NOT breaking the cycle. they even look the same. i mean 37 year old faramir as steward is 100% the spitting image of his father and that makes me....genuinely fucking insane actually. i mean like older councillors are doing double takes every time he walks by. i mean like sometimes people call him by the wrong fucking name. WOW where did that come from. the complex that that would give him...hello? turning this over inside my brain at WARP speed.

you are not late at all lol we are leaving little letters in each other's mailboxes to read when we have the time. i hope your exams go well!!! there will be more Faramir And Denethor Hours soon<33

#from the inbox #Anonymous #denethor anon #Another 1000+ Word Denethor Post From Yours Truly (both of us). Sorry To The Dash.#by the way the idea of ONE GUY bearing both sides of the sword/shield dichotomy made me feel like i was gonna black out in the coffee shop #that was crazy shit LOL #btw if u want me to talk about the denethor thorongil situationship I Fucking Will. idk if u were here before my faramir february url chang #but what has happened to me with them is soooooo typical abby rarepairnation behaviour. Hey Wouldn't That Be Funny. now hold on a second.#long post #denethorposting

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sanjoongie · 2 years

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Vampire~! Wooyoung

ღBucket List event for @k-vanity ღPrompt: Explore an abandoned building ღPairing: Wooyoung (Hala Hala Era) x Reader (f) ღGenre: Vampire au + supernatural au, thriller au ღInspo: Lost Boys (movie), Drink it by The Boyz ღWord Count: 2,548 ღWarnings: scary elements, mentions of blood, child abuse, violence, death ღRated: 18+ for intense, dark themes

ღSummary: You’ve always wanted to explore an abandoned building and this summer you’re actually doing it. You pick an orphanage that had been closed since the 70’s, aware of the myths surrounding it. What you didn’t expect was to find a vampire in the process.

ᲦDedication: @mejuii @downtoamagicalland the best beta readers a gal could have, you give me the best feedback, i love yous

ღAuthor’s Note: summer strikes me also as horror movie time, so I tried to incorporate both themes, I hope you enjoy~!

Incubus~! Hongjoong↬ | Anterior Chapter~! Wooyoung’s Past↬

It was summertime and you only had one thought on your mind: time to hit up your bucket list. The one idea you were most excited for was to explore an abandoned building. There was an orphanage that the locals swore was haunted. So with part skepticism and part interest in the unknown, you drove there.

You grabbed your bag full of important tools such as a flashlight, put your phone in your back pocket and slipped through a break in the fence. It took a moment for you to find a way in but eventually discovered someone else had smashed in one of the front windows, so you slipped in that way.

Once inside, you turned on your flashlight and looked around. The reception had faded paintings on the wall of cheerful characters but it didn’t seem spooky; simply abandoned. You meandered around a bit, pushing aside a swinging door, and followed a hallway, noting the small stickers that mimicked children’s footprints. How many children had followed this trail, wondering if they’d ever leave the orphanage?

You turned the corner with your flashlight raised high and the light reflected into eyes that shone a yellow ring like an animal. You screamed, the entity with the pair of eyes winced and you both flung yourself as far away as possible from each other.

“Oh my god, you scared me!” As it turned out, there was another human being with you in this abandoned building.

You raised your flashlight again, avoiding their face, to find that this wasn’t just a human being. He had tanned skin and dyed blonde hair but there was no mistaking his red eyes. You had stumbled upon a vampire in this abandoned building.

“Oh fuck,” You cursed softly.

The vampire gave you a toothy, cheeky grin. “First vampire, huh?”

“No, not my first vampire!” You denied immediately. You winced, that sentence sounding more dirty coming out of your mouth. “I just didn’t expect to find someone living in an abandoned building.”

“I don’t live here,” The vampire denied, “I just kinda, haunt it while it's daytime. For obvious reasons.”

“Well, I’m going to continue exploring, bye.” You gathered up your dignity and swung around another corner.

“If you want--” Your flashlight hit his torso, revealing that he was wringing his hands, “--I know this place like the back of my hand. I could show you the cool rooms on the sixth floor.”

You attempted to think of any half ass rules you might have absorbed about vampires but the only thing your brain can come up with is an old Fae rule where knowing a name meant power so you went with that. “What’s your name?”

“Wooyoung,” The vampire said, biting his lip and looking like a sad puppy begging for a treat.

“Wooyoung.” You pursed your lips to the side in thought, “You haven’t attacked me yet, so I guess I can trust you.”

Wooyoung nodded very quickly, “You can trust me. I promise I won’t feed from you. Unless you ask me to. And then I might be tempted.”

You rolled your eyes, “Not gonna happen. Lead the way, Oh Knowledgeable One.”

Wooyoung excitedly scampered ahead of you, making you curse as you stumbled upon debris to keep up with him. “Up these stairs, come on!”

After a few flights of stairs, your breathing caught up with you and you had to slow down. Something woosh-ed down the center of the stairwell and you looked upwards. Wooyoung’s blonde head appeared peeking over the railing for a moment and then disappeared. This was starting to feel less fun and more eerie. “Wait, Wooyoung, I’m not a supernatural being!”

“I’m waiting~” Wooyoung taunted you and you huffed in frustration.

You finally got to the sixth floor and a shiver went down your spine. The feeling was different up here. The reception had given you an abandoned vibe but you could feel something on the sixth floor. You swung your flashlight around to see if it gave you a hint of what occurred up here and you landed on a sign that said “Correctional Rooms”. You almost dropped your flashlight when you saw Wooyoung standing by the sign with his hands ruefully behind his back.

“They used to do all kinds of horrible things to the children here.” Wooyoung’s face spoke a thousand emotions: anger, sadness and regret. “Drug experiments. Electric shock therapy. Physical abuse for the children that simply wouldn’t let the first two happen. Can’t you feel the pain on this floor?”

You didn’t respond to Wooyoung but moved further down the hallway. You had heard all the stories. The horrible past Wooyoung was reciting and the rumors of the hauntings. It all seemed very real the way your goosebumps wouldn’t go away. Wooyoung followed close behind you. You gasped as your flashlight revealed a forgotten teddy bear. This was exactly what you were looking for and also nothing like you expected. The pessimistic side of you had been preparing to be very let down but you were not.

“No one ever comes here anymore. The ghost stories are sometimes a deterrent but mostly other people visit the same as you,” Wooyoung continued to fill the air with his chatter.

“Do you greet all your guests like me?” You said as a joke, in an attempt to dispel your fears.

“I don’t greet any of them,” Wooyoung responded.

You whipped around, not liking his tone, but he was no longer behind you. “Wooyoung?” You called out.

“You’re different.” Wooyoung’s voice seemed to float in the air.

“What makes me different?” You word vomit because you’re scared shitless now. What the fuck was going on?

“The other ones, they come here to mess with the ghosts. They aren’t here out of curiosity, they’re here to cause more pain. I don’t like them.” Wooyoung’s words should be reassuring you but they only make the hair on the back of your neck stand up more.

“Do any of the visitors leave this place?” You have the courage to ask.

“No,” Wooyoung informed you forlornly.

“Am I leaving this place?” You asked with your heart beating in your throat.

Wooyoung appeared before you suddenly, making you jump. He laughed but it didn’t sound jovial. “That depends. What did you bring?”

How the hell did he…? You swallow down your fear and reach for the bag you had brought with you. “I know it’s not a lot but…” You pull a stuffed dog and a “Missing You” greeting card. “I just thought, this place seems more sad than scary. If there were any ghosts, perhaps they might appreciate a new stuffed animal and to know that someone cared about them.”

Wooyoung’s eyes are sorrowful. "I don't think anyone has done that before."

You swallowed but there was no moisture in your mouth. "Does that mean you're not going to kill me?"

Wooyoung grinned with the side of his mouth, "No, I don't think I'll kill you today." That sentence wasn't reassuring either.

You placed the stuffed animal and the card on the ground, pushing away any dust or garbage with your jean jacket sleeve, and stood up slowly. Your eyes were on Wooyoung, trying to gauge him. His emotions were written all over his face but it was his intentions that were hidden.

“When you said you haunt this place…?” You let the question hang in the air, implications there for Wooyoung to read.

Wooyoung sent you a toothy grin, “You wanna test to see if I’m real or a ghost?”

You shrank away from him. “No thank you,” You declined softly.

The grin faded from his face and Wooyoung looked disappointed. “Oh, you’re no fun.”

There was something that didn’t sit well with you, however. “I can’t believe people come here with ill intentions.”

Wooyoung cocked his head, “Do you want to help me?”

You sent an unsure look to Wooyoung. “Help you how?”

“Help me here,” Wooyoung threw his arms out wide, “Be the tour guide.”

You paled at the suggestion. “You want me to lure people to their deaths?”

Wooyoung shook his head. “I’ll teach you about the orphanage, let you know certain details. You can charge people, it’ll be like a black market tourist attraction. And if anyone gets rowdy…” No visitors have ever left this place.

“Wooyoung, I’m not sure.”

Wooyoung’s eyebrows furrowed in determination. “People should learn about this place. This should never happen again. Help the souls here.” He reached for your hands. “Help me.”

You don’t have the ability to say no to Wooyoung at that point, so you do exactly as he suggests. Word of mouth spreads in your city that there is a guide that can take you through the famous abandoned orphanage. You start a snapchat to set up tours. It’s mostly teenagers and young adults looking to get spooked. But there are a few out of towners and tourists that get in on it too. You start to make a little side hustle during the summer.

“The final year that the orphanage was open was a time of pure terror,” You informed the two twenty-something guys and the girl hanging off one of their arms. “The adults in charge knew that their time for their experiments was running out, so they upped their ante. By the time the orphanage closed… there were no more children alive.”

The girl shivered and clung harder to the guy she was with. Which triggered the guy’s toxic masculinity trait. He snorted in disbelief. “This entire place is a hoax.”

The other guy, whether trying to prove he wasn’t scared either or trying to impress the two he was with, kicked down a door in excitement. “Fuck you ghosts!”

You winced at the loud noise. “Come on, hasn’t this place gone through enough?”

The guy with the girl grinned. He extracted himself from her grasp and followed the first guy into the room. You could hear them making a mess and damaging whatever was in that room. The girl just giggled, like it was typical boys being boys. You felt sick to your stomach.

You only had a glimpse of Wooyoung’s blonde hair and felt your clothes be pulled as if a gust of wind was going through you. Then you heard a loud BANG and a small whimper. The girl called out two names, tentatively moving towards the room. When she saw what was inside, she screamed and then was yanked inside the room as well. The door closed with a finality that made your insides crawl. You knew you had to make yourself look at what had occurred in the room. You had to see for yourself who exactly Wooyoung was.

Your mind couldn't function properly at first, in its own attempts to block out the horror. You identified the room as one where the orphans slept in. There were two beds opposite each other against a wall, one caved in in the middle and another upside down now. Children’s drawings had been ripped from the wall and laid face down on the dirty floor. It was sad for a children’s room, that much you knew, but it was made worse by the massacre. Three bodies surrounded Wooyoung, who was in the middle. When your eyes finally meandered onto him, he was wiping his lips with the heel of his hand, smearing blood across his cheek.

“Wooyoung,” You said his name in fear and in bewilderment.

Wooyoung smiled, tight and small. “I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

You wobbled your ankle, trying to will your eyes to fall on anything but the twisted bodies on the floor. “How do you know so much about this place?”

Wooyoung refused to meet your eyes. “The spirits--”

“--what does this room mean to you, Wooyoung?” You cut him off. You wanted some straight answers to the theory that had been forming in your mind since you had agreed to play as tour guide and Wooyoung had taught you some very specific details about the orphanage.

Wooyoung breathed in and out deeply. “This was my room. I shared it with another boy, Yeosang. We--we went through a lot in this place but at least we had each other at the end of the day. Until… until I got adopted. I had to leave Yeosang behind. I vowed to come back but… by the time I was able to, this place was already shut down. And Yeosang was nowhere to be found. The records were purged, of course, this place was too nasty to leave anything behind. I hoped--” Wooyoung’s teeth dug into his bottom lip, holding in his sobs. “--I hoped Yeosang had got adopted too. But eventually--”

A shimmering form appeared in front of Wooyoung. The shape was roughly the size of a child, hitting Wooyoung mid-chest. “When I get out of here, you’ll follow me, right Wooyoung?”

Tears poured from Wooyoung’s eyes, except where there was water for a human, the only bodily fluid inside Wooyoung was blood. They made red rivulets down his cheeks. “I’ll follow you anywhere you go, Yeosang.” His hand moved to settle on the ghost’s head but simply passed right through it.

Your heart felt like it was tearing out of your chest. You had known, deep down inside, that the orphanage wasn’t simply a place that Wooyoung had ended up at. But you had never pried for any more information than what Wooyoung was willing to volunteer. But this was devastating to learn.

“You’ve done your best, Woo,” You said in a low voice. Your feet moved and you found yourself closer to Wooyoung than was necessarily safe.

“Have I?” Wooyoung’s eyes finally met yours. He was sad and it echoed in his eyes and also along his face.

You nodded. “Teaching others of this place, protecting the ghosts and showing no mercy to anyone who dare taint this place any further--you’ve done your duty.”

Wooyoung smiled again, this one bitter-sweet. “If only Yeosang could see me now.”

“I see you,” You said with as much assurance as you could muster.

Wooyoung wiped away his blood-tears and his eyes got serious. “Would it be gross that I wanna kiss you right now.” His eyes lowered to stare at your lips.

You pushed them inward and Wooyoung huffed a laugh at your attempt to hide them. “Is it gross that I kinda want you to kiss me?”

Wooyoung let out a bright laugh that almost seemed to banish the shadows in the room. “We’re weird.”

“Woo,” You said softly, cupping his face.

Wooyoung tipped his head and your lips met. His lips tasted metallic but they were gentle and his hands slipped along your waist. You broke apart but your foreheads remained touching. “I think I love you, weird girl who explores abandoned buildings.”

You couldn't help but laugh back at him. “I think I’m in love with you too, weird vampire who protects ghost children.”

Wooyoung’s hands gripped your upper arms suddenly, his eyes worried. “You’ll stay with me forever, right?”

You swallowed, well aware of what Wooyoung was subtly asking. But just like when Wooyoung asked you to be the tour guide, you knew you did not have the ability to say no to him…

Incubus~! Hongjoong↬ | Anterior Chapter~! Wooyoung’s Past↬

#ksmutclub #kvanity #kbucketlist #ateezlovenet #jung wooyoung fic #ateez fic #jung wooyoung scenarios #ateez dark scenarios #ateez scenarios #ღatz #topaz's work #bucket list event series #because i was thinking one post per summer month #gives me shit to work on #this wasnt what i intended to do but it just kinda ended up like this #and im not angry about it

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maplemind · 6 months

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Just in time for Samhain, I finished rewatching The Living and the Dead and ohhhhhh boy I’m gonna need another sit down with this one!

I watched when it first aired, and I’m sure I got the dvd and rewatched it, but then lost the dvd somewhere in the house moves and general chaos of the passage of time.

... But for some reason I didn’t remember any of it. And I mean any of it.

It was like watching it for the first time, which was awesome!

So, obviously, apologies for the absolute fanatical brain dump you’re about to experience 😂

***spoilers ahead***

Firstly, as a someone who is in the Pagan / spiritualist belief systems, I loved the references to the traditions, ceremonies, celebrations, and practices of Paganism. There were some things that didn’t quite sit right (still with the “animal sacrifice” cr*p? Really???), but a good effort was made!

I absolutely adored the relationship between Charlotte and Nathan - so beautiful without being over the top, sickening, or in your face.

Charlotte is a fantastic character - independent, intelligent, and confident in a way that period dramas don’t usually allow women to be (or at least, without making them spoilt or arrogant), and she is more than a perfect match for Nathan. She pulls him back from potential mistakes or dangers and guides him to better ideas a few times, and the way she does it is always supportive and creative, merely being his sounding board and helping him come to his own conclusions.

Nathan is utterly intriguing and captivating. His open mindedness, his need to find out more, to invent, to explore… it’s fantastic to watch. Add to that his compassion, his tenderness, his love, his drive to help and to heal, and he’s the kind of man you wish you could hang out with. No wonder Charlotte fell for him so hard!

But of course, there’s the shadows of Nathan’s grief looming over everything. Colin plays it so heartbreakingly well that by the end my soul was hurting for him. The way he portrayed that oh-so-slow descent into the back hole of depression, grief, and desperation is incredible.

*** TW mentions of attempted suicide coming up***

***TW mentions of attempted infanticide / death of a child coming up***

*** nothing actually happens and I won’t give any details I promise, but still, please please click away now if it would be difficult for you***

And if I’m honest, I totally understood how he got so low that he got so close to committing suicide, and why he was so willing for his wife and their unborn baby to go with him right up until the very last second (and I thank all the gods and goddesses that he and his wife didn’t go through with it in the end).

That resignation, followed by determination, followed by belief that it was the obvious and only answer. The way he was overjoyed when he saw the apparition of his son, the way it confirmed to him that he was doing the “right thing”. Then when the apparition of his son told him that Charlotte and their baby could join them both in the afterlife and Nathan was so overcome with relief and gratitude, which got amplified a million times when Charlotte also suggested it and she seemed to be taking it so seriously. The way he watched her go to drink the poison, with so much going on in his eyes, then that horror and explosively intense reaction at the very very last second.

And my God, that breakdown. The way he sobbed so brokenly in her arms and she just held him and let him get it all out. The way he choked out his apologies to his son’s apparition…

Holy hell, I can’t stress enough what an incredible performance it is from Colin (as always!).

That whole scene froze me in my seat - I couldn’t move and I was just crying my eyes out. Serious, serious kudos to Colin, once again pulling out such an incredibly raw and real performance, and serious kudos to Charlotte (who played Charlotte, what a nice coincidence!) for her amazing work in the scene which made it even harder and more devastating to watch.

I was so goddamn relieved when they didn’t go through with it, when he got his closure and they got their happy ending.

Phew, what an intense and rewarding watch! I will be rewatching this series again very soon!

#the living and the dead #colin morgan #nathan appleby #charlotte appleby #charlotte spencer

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thejitterbug · 1 year

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so I finally watched all of the 8 episodes so far for sonic prime and it’s a really cute show. very much marketed towards kids but also has enough to keep older audiences engaged along with some references that fans can pin point. It’s not perfect but it gets better with every episode imo.

Prime is like a sonic meets a multiverse of madness/everything everywhere all at once. the writing isn’t perfect as the pacing gets a little crazy when sonic goes from one dimension into the next all within the span of few episodes but the universe within new yolk city (so corny lol) seems to be the focus for now while the others such as the jungle and pirate universes are on the side. makes me curious to see what other universes they will explore in the future.

It’s a stark contrast with sonic’s characterization from frontiers. This sonic is more juvenile in this adaptation which isn’t bad considering he’s a teenager and acts on impulse rather than thinks before he acts which is classic sonic nature. what I do admire is the fact that Sonic recognizes his faults and mistakes throughout the episodes. we see how he goes from being careless to realizing his actions have affected everyone he knows and loves. he realizes that all of this chaos has happened because he didn’t listen to tails and should’ve. and now he has to fix this and also help those in the other universes. I can see more development in his character when they plan on releasing future episodes and also his appreciation for his friends will grow even more.

humor wise it kinda reminds me of sonic lost world but it has its moments where the jokes land whereas lost world didn’t really land jokes correctly. there were a bunch of funny moments with the characters but the puns could be dialed down a bit haha

I also really dig Sonic’s new voice actor. His voice is super animated and colorful and deven mack really seals the deal. the other voice actors in the cast also sell good performances especially Nine Tails who uses a more darker toned voice. Also Ik I’m a rouge stan but she really kicks ASS in this show. she’s a leader (and a baddie) and I’m glad she’s given time in the spotlight whereas she’s been more on the sidelines in previous adaptations. I’m glad she’s recognized as an important character and we see her shine as Rebel and Prim.

Overall it’s a really cute series and I enjoyed what I’ve seen so far. I’m curious to see what else they do for the future episodes and what else they can explore since the multiverse concept is a very broad concept. and who knows if other fan fave characters could show up. we have shadow and I hope they utilize him more in the story too cuz that cliffhanger ending really made me wanting a lot more. I can say that we ended 2022 on a nice note for sonic and I’m hoping 2023 is gonna be another good year for him :)

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sonic prime #sonic prime spoilers #netflix

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whimsypals · 1 year

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GROUP 2, WHIMSY PALS

BLOG: SELF IMPROVEMENT

(MALAYO KA PA, PERO MALAYO KANA RIN)

In our journey in life, some situations happen that we have no control over, whether they will benefit us or not. We were at some point in our lives where we were vulnerable. We believe we have got life figured out. We start assuming that we are now invisible and nobody can dare touch us and harm us. However, it is a mistake to think like that. Life will never cease to inspire us. At every point, we will have something new to learn about life. We will all pass on the journey of self-development and self-improvement for some time now.

We are different individuals; We came from divergent households and had different experiences in life. As we grew as an adult, the changes we made to ourselves are unnoticeable. There is a Filipino line that we have learned recently that is “Malayo pa, pero malayo kana”. Wherein we thought that there was no progress made to improve ourselves. However, day by day, we have realized that we are working on the best version of ourselves.

For me, I have realized my improvements when I participated in one of our P.E activities. This particular P.E activity,we had recreational games that we used to play when we were kids. Before, I didn’t participate in these kinds of activities because I’m afraid that I might lose the game and cannot take the embarrassment/teasing games with my classmate. But recently, I was able to participate and had fun. I was able to play like a kid, A kid that doesn’t care If I tripped or fell or even lost a game. I was happy wherein I was able to share that very moment to my mother and sister when I got home from school. It made me realize that it was an improvement to me because I used to be a timid person when I was in junior year.

I also admitted to myself that I regretted and had shortcomings that were out of my control. I was hesitant to try new things and explore because I always think about the possible results or what will happen first before trying. I’m not a fan of outdoor activities, as I undoubtedly feel scared. I’m having a hard time expressing myself and sharing my opinions because of the fear of other people's judgment. I’m always bothered by what they are gonna say about me. Their impression of me.But, when I stepped up to my senior year, I was able to be more open and expressive to the people around me. This started on a slow movement, but little by little, I was also able to share my thoughts and opinions. I am no longer scared of everyone’s judgment as long as I’m on the right path. Also I started doing outdoor activities to explore more and try to see the good side of it. I am now looking forward to the enjoyment and experiences I will encounter in the future.

Along with this topic, I would share some of our classmates' self-improvement they realized. Let’s start with Axel, Axel has improved in 3 different ways. They are emotionally, mentally, and Physically. Axel was addicted to online games and had an unhealthy lifestyle, to alter this kind of addiction, he started to lessen the gaming time, and find a new hobby that could direct his attention as a good way to avoid going back to online games. This also led him to a healthy lifestyle where he was able to learn and explore other things that might get his attention and interest. When talking about emotion, he was used to being short-tempered and having negative thoughts or impressions. He used to think negatively. As soon as he realized this was a toxic reaction, he tried to handle things carefully and calmly. He thinks first before reacting to things that might make his temper snapped.On the physical, he often got involved in fights, but as he realized that being involved in fights won’t do any good for him. He was able to avoid or settle things by taking the situations on a calm matter.

Fev, a peer of mine who shared her story about her fights in depression. She suffered depression and also had a hard time hiding her confidence. She suffered depression and also had a hard time building her confidence. She told us that she changed a lot. It was a long and personal story but we were able to point out those improvements she made for herself. Day by day she slowly builds her confidence as she meets her new set of friends and is surrounded by people who care for her. It made her realize that self-improvement is not a sudden transformation that happens suddenly, it takes time to heal. What matters to her is that you make progress everyday.

Jade, a person who doesn’t care about what other people are up to. As long as she’s doing better, She’s getting better at understanding and appreciating other people’s viewpoints as a human. She understands that she needs to be mindful of how other people are feeling and acting in certain circumstances. She ought to be able to recognize when her words or deeds are harming other people, in which case she ought to apologize.

Other individuals share their self-improvement and how they build their version of themselves. Some have learned to embrace their insecurities because they realize that having them will not make them any less of a person. Some people keep working on their emotions and how they can express themselves; it takes them a long time to express themselves to other people. But, as time went by, they improved, not being scared to express what to say in the crucial situations that they had to deal with. So they won’t get misunderstood about their thoughts and their responses, and in that way, they won’t be tormenting themselves or anyone else anymore.

Reading and writing this. You'll notice that they're all trying to improve themselves and making sure they're always learning something new. Self-improvement is a thing that is usually negligible or ignored when people think it’s a small one. If you make a notable development that changes the situation in society, many people will recognize you as an amazing person for making that significant improvement on your own.

However, self-improvement is all about the individual's perspective; whether their self-improvements are big enough or not, it is entirely up to them to label them. It may be a minor improvement for you, but it is a massive improvement for them. Improving yourself will take time, but you will get there. I remember someone telling me that if you see that other people have their own spotlight and it's growing, don’t get jealous because you also have your own. Just wait for it, and while you're waiting, just clap for other people who have their own spotlight. Just trust the process.

Contributors to the writing include:

Rico, Nicole Bernadette C.

Rodriguez, Juliana S.

Roquita, Jade

Romero, Samantha

Quiatchon, Flory Mae

Tabirao, Ma. Veah

Umuso, Fevelyn Michaela

Peligon, David Jaspher

Alano, John Marvin

Abella, John Axel

#self improvement #mindset #self awareness #personal development #blog post

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tsscat · 2 years

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Okay my thoughts on jfo

Disclaimer that my analysis on game design is from a limited perspective as I really don’t play many open-world, role-playing, kind of games and this is really the first “Dark Souls-esque” game I’ve played. What I loved (other than most of it):

I know this has been said before but truly a spectacularly beautiful game. Like good graphics but also the art/design itself was gorgeous. The cinematography and lighting was incredible and it really added so much depth to the storyline and to the enjoyment in exploring. I hate the planet Zeffo for personal reasons (specifically those burrowing hog-things I’m forgetting what they’re called) but Zeffo to me was the most beautiful planet. Something so idyllic and serene about greenery in combination with the shiny blue-grey ice and stark rocky cliffs. Everyone who worked on the art and lighting and cinematography, and everyone who found ways to render and code this!!! In such detail without breaking the game or having any glitches!!! Truly everyone who worked on this deserve so much respect and admiration

My boy Cal! Love it when a jedi character is unequivocally kind and compassionate. Love it when they strive to be good and do good. Love it when their strength is in caring about other people and drawing people together because of that. Ezra and Cal my beloved <3.

Trilla and Cere and Merrin!!! Love the grief and complexity and heart in their stories! Trilla as the child betrayed and who grew up to become destroyer of everything she once loved. Cere who suffered a horror and failed her Padawan, growing with Cal to forgive herself and move forward. Merrin, the sole survivor of a massacre, stewing in her grief and rage for decades until an unlikely ally reached out and offered to be her friend and she chose that path to heal and grow instead of continuing to live in her past. God, the women in this game really did steal the show.

BD-1 <3 ofc. His mannerisms remind me of my kitten, difference being he is actually helps you, healing you and hacking into things for you while she bites. Love BD’s friendship with Cal too.

I like Greez too lol he’s nice he’s just. Tho feel like there’s not much to say compared to the others lol.

The themes of grief and of moving on. Star Wars at its worst struggles with how incredibly scarring the events of the prequels and Order 66 were. But when Star Wars gets it right god does it get it right. Love the hopeful theme of that, while you cannot ignore what you’ve lost, as it’ll always be a part of you, you must learn to stop living in the past. You must start moving forward, rebuild in any way you can. And also! To not fear failure, as it is essential part of life and is a necessary step in success.

Speaking of Order 66 I loved the Order 66 part in this game it was so heartbreaking!! I feel like in this day and age bringing up Order 66 in Star Wars media can sometimes feel like. Sadness bait if that makes sense. Like they know SW fans are gonna cry over order 66 scenes. But this did not feel like that at all. It was such a meaningful part (level???) and it was so scary playing as little underpowered Cal while the entire clone army was trying to kill you and your master. There was no health bar during this part but I feel like there should have been just to add to the feeling of vulnerability. Also love how it integrated all of the different skills you had learned through the game. When Jaro Tapal died and Anakin’s Betrayal played I cried. And THEN when you go back to the title screen after that and understand what it means aaaaah

LOVED how the gameplay played into these themes! Playing jfo was definitely frustrating to me, especially as I am not very familiar with this kind of game, but I came to realize that the struggle was *meant* to be part of the game experience. It’s okay to not get something on your first time! The point is to keep trying again and learn from your mistakes. I think many people had issues with the parkour in this game and how challenging it was at times but I think that was also a necessary part of the theme of struggle (tho I have one issue with it that I will get into later). Also love Cal’s power to read the past from objects and how you can essentially follow small stories from the past as you’re exploring with this power. It really does add into the weight of the past and also I think adds to the caring nature of Cal’s character.

I love the part when Cal breaks his lightsaber and he has to figure how to make do without it. First of all love when he has to run away from all the undead night sisters with basically no protection other than the force. I was stressed the whole way through but it was really so chaotic (affectionate). Ofc the storyline part of it was also amazing and made me cry again but also I think players up to this point have the tendency to rely too much on lightsaber mechanics and on Dathomir and Illum you were forced to use and get accommodated with other mechanics more especially using the force. Illum also was a nice moment of calm after the high stress Dathomir escape. And then ofc Cal’s moment of glory (really it’s *your* moment of glory) afterwards when he fixes his lightsaber and defeats all those storm troopers.

What I didn’t like/thought could be improved:

I don’t understand why the fighting tutorial in the train cart wasn’t…more tutorial-y? Like they kinda threw a bunch of stormtroopers at you and were like 'quick do all these things before the stormtroopers kill you' and you just had to figure it out. Like maybe I'm biased bc Ive never played combat of this style before but… Idk why they couldn't just remove the health bar for a bit until players figured out the mechanics. I think it would have been good also to have players fight one stormtrooper (maybe a more powerful one so it lasts longer) before they move onto multiple. What would have been helpful to me is if they had a one on one fight where you could try blocking a bunch of times, try parrying a bunch of times, trying evading a bunch of times until you figured it out, similar to the style of the later Jaro Tapal visions

I may be directionally challenged but I feel like navigating was often kind of frustrating and not in the good way. I would constantly take wrong turns and end up making 30 min detours. I sometimes navigating felt tedious and unnecessary and the map often felt difficult to read or make out.

The camera angle when you’re fighting is sometimes very weird. I’ve looked into this a bit and apparently it’s a bit of an issue with many Dark Souls-esque games but every once in a while if you were fighting someone in a more closed-space the camera would randomly veer off into some corner and you wouldn’t be able to see anything.

The puzzles are….ugh. In theory I would have loved the puzzles, as I would have loved something that was a break from the parkour and combat that was less about quick reaction times and more about taking a bit of time and thinking about a solution. However frankly the puzzle designs were awful. The degrees of freedom/what you could do or manipulate within a puzzle space were never clearly defined which makes puzzles more weird and confusing (in a bad way) than challenging and enjoyable. So many difficult puzzles were only difficult bc of how it required noticing some insignificant detail rather than intelligent design. And force pushing those damn spheres to their sockets was soooo tedious

While I liked the parkour, I do feel like the fact you couldn’t adjust the difficulty of the parkour made the game more inaccessible. The parkour relied on very very quick reaction times which could prove too difficult to someone with say, mobility issues.

Okay also I think the fixed save points were a necessary part of the gameplay but I hate how when you could stop playing were sooo dependent on them like. If I ever needed to stop the game suddenly my choices were to try to find another save point or lose all my progress. Felt like they could have had a word around for that.

Whyyyyy did they appropriate Amazigh attire for Merrin's clothing and then have her take off! the specifically Amazigh head piece!!! When she was no longer a villain!!! UGH orientalism is a stain on Star Wars and you can never seem to escape it

Anyways this is all of the big things I can remember for now but here are some details of the top of my head I thought were cool/ some other notes:

The fact that in the Dathomirian ruins when Cal was facing against force-vision Jaro Tapal, Cal turned off his lightsaber and Tapal’s saber stopped at the top of his head and how that mirrored Cere knighting Cal. Cere only knighted Cal later but that moment on Dathomir was when Cal became a knight in spirit. Dathomir was essentially his Jedi trials

When you were in that force vision to get the Holocron and you were in the dark so you had to illuminate the place with a lightsaber but when you did it was a red lightsaber and Cal had become an inquisitor. GOD that was good that was such a clever use of a pre-established mechanic for the purpose of story.

Cere using Trilla’s lightsaber in the final battle. It’s a metaphor for her accepting her past, it’s a metaphor for her regaining her confidence in herself as a Jedi (bc she trusts herself to stay in the light despite her use of a dark-side lightsaber). Cal earlier had felt Cere and Trilla’s overwhelming trauma surrounding this object and now here she is, bearing this same object as she fights for the future.

I like the fact that you gain the ability to force pull an enemy towards you and stab them that’s such a power trip

I like it. When Cal ride the dinosaur <3

The ninth sister is kinda hot even though she killed me a couple of times

Love how blunt Merrin is lol. She really is just figuring out how interact with people after she turns to your side like go queen explore the world around you

I could definitely see hints of kotor in this game which was interesting

I don’t think this would have improved the gameplay at all in fact it could have hindered it a bit but I think they should have given Cal a gun. I just think he should have one. Also some bombs. Give this man some explosives

Anyways my ranting is slowly turning incoherent and this is all I can remember. There’s definitely way more to talk about tho. All in all a lovely game that I really enjoyed despite being super stressed about combat (in storymode no less 😩).

#tara talks #jfo #Star Wars #media #veeery long sorry #jedi fallen order

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somethingboutafic · 3 months

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Dom Louis

Give It To Me (I'm Worth It) by sweaterpawstyles (E) word count: 3,812 Louis can't resist Harry in the red shorts that he wore during the James Corden skit. Featuring locker room sex.

Can We Pretend (honestly reality bores me) by SadaVeniren (E) word count: 4,218 Harry comes and supports Louis at his Scala concert

Chew You Up Like Candy by LetTheMusicMoveYou (E) word count: 4,354 (Alpha/Alpha) the one where Alpha Harry falls down a Reddit hole, that leads him to discover a few new kinks he never knew he had. It also leads him to Louis, an Alpha unlike any other Harry’s ever met. Louis’ more than happy to help Harry explore his new interests

redder than the devil by mercutionotromeo (E) word count: 4,639 It's half past 9, and all Harry wants is for Louis to touch him. Preferably after a good spanking. If you combine a lazy Saturday afternoon with a distracting, pouty Harry, you'll end up with Louis spanking his baby over his knee in the middle of a paused FIFA match

I'm Gonna Love You (Until You Hate Me) by sweaterpawstyles (E) word count: 8,825 Louis wears glasses and Harry doesn't like to be teased.

Could you love me anyway by SadaVeniren (E) word count: 13,444 Dear Mistress Lorin: I’ve been reading your blog for a couple weeks now and was hoping you’d give me some advice for something that happened with me and my boyfriend. I’m really worried that I hurt him. aka Harry and Louis begin playing ping pong during the X-Factor Tour. It quickly gets out of hand.

I Can't Change (But I Wanna Be Yours) by Cy_v (NR) word count: 19,150 Or the one where Harry has anxiety and let's Zayn talk him into getting a tattoo, and that's fine except for the fact that Louis is his tattoo artist, and well...

precious little thing by mercutionotromeo (E) word count: 21,034 a university AU featuring phone sex operator Louis, copious amounts of sweet, soft kink discovery, and Louis being Harry's Daddy.

Even If It's Just Tonight by nothing_but (E) word count: 26,009 Louis and Harry happen to switch their suitcases in the airport's bathroom and it's possibly the best mistake Harry has ever made.

Santa Baby Honey by SadaVeniren (E) word count: 28,736 Louis is the CEO of a toy company and Christmas is a stressful time of year so his assistant decides the best way to make him chill out is by getting him laid through a Secret Santa

Just Breathe by Awriterwrites, dimpled_halo (E) word count: 50,779 the one where Harry and Louis are on a journey through life together — one that includes discovering dark, hidden parts of themselves that only the other can find.

The Pain Is For Pleasure by lovelarry10 (E) word count: 67,227 Louis and Harry have been together for a few months. Everything is great, but there’s one question burning in the back of Louis' mind - why won’t Harry have sex with him?

Opulence Thrills by brightgolden (E) word count: 68,834 Where a well-versed submissive, Harry Styles has spent eighteen months in BDSM abstinence after an irreconcilable difference in kink preferences with his ex-dom, and a random winner for a charity auction might just be the one who brings him back.

May We Stay Lost On Our Way Home by LoadedGunn (E) word count: 74,226 On March 31st, Harry Styles disappears. Though many speculate, only two people know where to find him: Niall, his former guitarist, and Zayn, who follows where Niall leads. The fact the biggest boy band in the world broke up two weeks earlier might be related to the disappearance. The fact Harry meets a fairy named Louis in the woods is a whole other matter.

Switch Out The Batteries by istajmaal, LoadedGunn (E) word count: 88,302 Two years after meeting in a sex shop, Harry's just returning to Louis from a month-long tour in the States, and they come up with a wholesome bonding exercise.

Crave by dimpled_halo (E) word count: 90,765 All eyes are on Louis Tomlinson to bring new talent to save Hanover Records from the mess the previous executive left behind. His newest artist, Harry Styles, is charismatic and everything Louis needs to revive the label. It’s up to Louis and his team to make Harry the star he was born to be. When Harry and Louis come face to face, it isn’t the first time they’ve met, and their worlds are about to be turned upside down.

#larry fic rec #larry fic #larry fanfiction

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pink-strawberry-kissess · 4 months

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DRUNK ANON! tryna not make mistakes here. THAT TOOK ME 20 Seconds to correct it because am drunk but BROOO. don’t call me baby. i catch feelings QUICK! hehehe. wink wink. when u say “ily” i feel a lil bit special (LMAAOO JKl

ANYWAY!! it’s SOOOO hard for me to write in Ada’s POV because we get so little of Ada’s back story or just in general, but then again it leaves room to explore Ada. Question, do you hear more of Ada’s voice or Leon’s? How do you stay motivated to write? What music evoke emotions out of you or have you think about Aeon? this is sooo messy 😭😭😭😭 i’m all over the place. SORRY.

OHH happy Holidays! OMG ANd ur layout for Leon’s apartment is how Totlaly how I imagined it. um. fuck. i lost track of my thoughts. it’s 1:22AM. Thank you for always having time for AEON NATION. you’re da best! 💕

YOU DIDN'T SAY IF YOU WERE GONNA DRINK WATER >:(

YOU BETTA DO THAT AFTER U DRUNK

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u did a good job spelling hehe

yessss i do think that it's harder to write for ada. i think that we all subconsciously add our own ideas into how ada behaves and acts. and i think that's fine to some extent since she is "playing a role" isn't she? she's always this kinda cold person but we see her becoming softer for leon. so i think we have a bit of space to explore that and make a more "real version" of an ada. i do think that some people (even ada and aeon stans) still mischaracterize ada or her backstory, which is fine tbh since we have so little of her childhood, but like the egregious mischaracterizing (usually from anti ada and anti aeon people) is the kind of shit i hate- like her wanting to kill leon or something like that. or the flip side of her wanting to save the bunnies - although i do like the addition of her saving the chickens in re4r lol.

i like to think of them in both povs because i feel like it gives us a better way to move the plot along. if an entire fic is only from leon's pov it's a bit boring to me. i like the alternating povs and i usually write like that. the only ada only pov that i've ever written is this one.

even my other fics i add some of ada's pov.

i think it's important to explore both of their motivations and thoughts and ideas even if you don't end up writing one of their povs. it makes the writing disjointed sometimes if you don't think about the other characters and how they feel. even side or secondary characters i think it's important to flesh out just enough so that they're not just used as a plot device. (not to say only writing in characters for plot devices are bad, but keep them secondary characters or minor background characters.)

uhhhhhh honestly i write for fun so i just try to write a little bit when i feel like it T_T sjkdfbsjkfs i wrote a post on how to stay motivated but i don't remember what it was called. it might be tagged under like #heart writes or something like that

uhhhhh i have lots of songs that i like! i have a bunch tagged with #aeon coded song

THAT'S OKAY MY LOVE

ujjjhhhhhh

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!! heheheheh im glad! i did try to explain it when i was writing but it's also okay if people had different ideas for apartment layouts. i wasn't like super specific about some aspects of it.

THAAANK YOOUUU 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 DRINK SOME WATERR 💕💕💕

#ada wong #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #aeon #ask heart #leon x ada #heart answers #drunk anon

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demcnsinmymind · 1 year

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@kxllerblond asked : 21. 28. 5. | happier headcanon q’s! | Always Open!

what is something good that your muse carries with them from childhood?

Apart from many many general happy childhood memories, I’m guessing his creativity and genuine wonder and excitement for things, and also his confidence in general. If he’s passionate about something, you’ll see it and hear it. If he’s upset or otherwise super feel-y, you’ll see it and hear it sooner or later. He’s a hetero dude, but if he thinks another guy is hot, he’ll tell them, no shame. I HC that his mom had a big influence on that level of genuine excitement, expression and confidence, and both his parents were pretty great at raising him and giving him a full filled childhood where he could explore and express himself without judgement or tough expectations. All of that has stayed with him - for better and for worse. For worse since that can obv make him a self-serving, inconsiderate dick at times, but also for better since that has also made him very open minded, free spirited and accepting of other people at the same time. He’s a dick, but not an abuser or bully. I wouldn’t go so far to say that it has made him super empathic, humanitarian and strictly good, but he does have some morals in check and would never discriminate against people for who or what they are and identify as. At least not really, post canon he’ll obv be a bit biased against supernaturals and some men, but mostly because they’ve actively hurt and traumatized him and he fears it might happen again. But other than that, he’s actually a pretty chill, positive dude who likes pushing people to just be as driven and in check with themselves.

after a fight, how does your muse go about apologizing/making it up to the other person?

Haha, this is a funny one. He obviously likes being at the center of it all, and he likes being in charge and right. Also, he’s is hella stubborn. So it’s gonna take him a while to come off the high adrenaline horse and admit to himself that he might’ve been a dick in a fight. Having said that, he’s not an entirely lost cause and is capable of admitting mistakes. So once he’s cooled off, he’ll ask people if they can talk about it, so he can explain his point of view a bit more rationally and why he said and did some things, he’ll also be more open to hearing their side of things. At the end of the day, he’s entirely ‘best results’ oriented, and if he’s been wrong about something and it can be proven to be so, he’ll own up to the mistake and just apologize. Depending on how close he is with the person in question, he might also get touchy feely, as seen when he apologized to Sasha for being a dick to her earlier.

what does self-care look like to your muse?

Another funny one, because he’s so bad at self-care at least on the mental level. It’s a bit of a strange paradox actually, because I HC him as someone who’s fairly in tune with his thoughts, emotions, problems, stress and what not. He’s super performance oriented and knows that high stress and lack of self care makes him perform worse, yet pre-canon/during canon, he takes no time for a little self-care whatsoever. I’m talking constant sleep deprivation, shitty/lacking eating habits, overtime and constantly thinking about work like there’s no tomorrow... He tries to compensate it with some physical self-care I suppose, first of all because he’s the face of his show and needs to look the part, and both his looks and charisma are literally making him money. So he takes great care of that department of course, and he’s not at all ashamed to admit that he likes extensive bubble baths, a quick spa visit and face masks and what not. I guess what could be considered ‘self-care’ is just...shutting people out if he doesn’t feel like socializing, and putting his need for a little me time above the needs of others. Other than that, the main thing’s pretty much regular, casual sex to unwind from all the stress at least a little bit.

#text post #headcanons #hc : habits #hc : psyche #thanks for sending these in! <3

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kaghoeyama · 3 years

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three of cups.

featuring: eren jaeger, armin arlert, afab reader.

word count: 5.5k

summary: you, eren and armin have been best friends for ages. there’s always been an underlying tension between the three of you, until that tension finally snaps.

content warning: smut, college au, post-timeskip characters, alcohol consumption (characters are tipsy but not inebriated), threesome, mlm, mutual pining, voyeurism, thigh riding, fingering (f receiving), slight edging, use of good boy/good girl, masturbation, cumplay

a/n: uhh so i was horny and this happened. pls be kind this is like my first fanfic ever (also english is not my first language so if you spot any mistakes feel free to let me know).

update: so apparently tumblr took out a whole ass paragraph after the “keep reading” and then repeated two different paragraphs twice?? i’ve seen people trying to fix this by adding asterisks so i’m doing the same. sorry about that lol.

18+ CONTENT - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

So loud, you think.

You can almost feel the room vibrate with beat of the music, your steps naturally adapting to the rhythm as you make your way through a crowd of college students in various states of dishevelment. A smile comes to your lips. The whole place smells of alcohol and sweat and the floor is sticky, but you can’t bring yourself to be annoyed at the chaos; the year had been brutal for a lot of you and with finals finally behind you, no one was gonna miss the chance to loosen up and just have fun, yourself included. Which was exactly what brought you to make this little trip across the room, eyes fixed on your objective.

He’s leaning against the wall, his golden hair making it easier for you to spot him in the crowded room. His eyes are trained on his phone as he mindless scrolls down with his thumb, so you’re not too surprised when he doesn’t notice you straight away, even when you’re standing right in front of him.

You take a moment to take in his delicate features, his skin turned to porcelain by the bright light coming from his phone; the alcohol makes you bold enough to trail a hand up his arm and rest on his cheek, successfully shifting his attention to you. His face relaxes in a smile when he sees you, but his eyebrows are still raised in surprise at your sudden closeness; he opens his mouth to greet you but you’re quicker, “Armin, would you please let me kiss you?”, your gaze keeping him pinned against the wall.

“I- what?”

You relish in the way his breath catches in his throat, and you certainly don’t miss the flush that comes to his face or the way his eyes drop to your lips.

“It’s for a dare… please?” your answer comes so innocent to his ears and he tries not to think at how pretty your plea sounded, even prettier than he’d fantasized so many times now.

“I- I mean, yeah, sure” he stammers; you chuckle when close the distance between you, his pretty blue eyes still confused as you press your lips against his.

The kiss comes out of the blue for him, yet you don’t miss the way his hands instinctively grip your waist as he pulls you closer to him. You hum into the kiss, your body suddenly so warm as he moves his lips against yours; he’s so pliant, all you had to do was ask and now he’s all over you, his grip keeping you flush against his body. Your fingers slip between his golden locks and when you lightly tug at them his hold grows tighter, his lips parting with a low moan. You swear you hear him whimper as you slip your tongue past his lips, taking control of the kiss as you explore his mouth, warm and wet and oh his hands are gripping your ass now, and you moan into the kiss as you feel his erection poking at your hip.

“The dare said ‘kiss’ but if you two wanna get a room…” Sasha’s loud voice somehow reaches you from across the room and you pull back from the kiss, a string of spit connecting still connecting your mouths. He’s panting, mouth still parted, and you can’t help but stare at his pink lips, slightly puffed and still shiny from the kiss.

Without thinking you brush a thumb against his lower lip, “so pretty” you murmur.

Armin swallows around nothing, and when your eyes meet his pupils are all blown out, pleading, almost begging you to close the distance once again. Fuck he looks so flustered, heat pooling between your legs as you wonder how he’d look if you took his cock in your mouth, if you could make him so lost in pleasure that his smart little brain couldn’t form any coherent thoughts.

You feel his arm around your shoulders before you see him, his usual scent of soap and lemon shampoo now mixed with a hint of smoke. You rest your head against his shoulder, your body craving physical contact after the kiss you’d shared with the blond. “Hi ’ren” you murmur against his shirt, dazed eyes looking up at him and then shifting to Armin. Your kiss was enough to make his brain fuzzy but now, with Eren’s arm wrapped around him and his body so close, he felt completely overwhelmed.

Eren pressed a kiss over your hair and pulled you and Armin even closer. “You shouldn’t keep all the fun to yourselves, don’t you know that sharing is caring?” he whispered, loud enough for both of you to hear through the music.

You can’t believe that cheesy line sent a shiver through your body. You figure it’s because of Eren.

“Maybe we should make use of that tequila bottle in our dorm room, what do you say Armin?” he adds, the blond choking out a soft affirmation. You doubt your sober self would have done that, but you were tipsy enough not to care when you took both their hands, interlacing your fingers with their own, a teasing smile gracing your lips. “Then what are we waiting for?”

You feel strangely calm as you walk down the hallway. It’s definitely quieter than the party, and your attention is quickly drawn from one dorm room to another, where you catch glimpses of people smoking and drinking to the sound of at least ten different playlists.

Again, you smile. For the third year now you’re witnessing how your otherwise rigorous and law abiding campus turns into a huge frat party in the weekend after finals. You don’t know if it’s the warm weather or the fact most common spaces are surprisingly clean by monday that makes everyone look the other way, either way you’re thankful. You close your eyes for a moment as you walk, slightly overwhelmed by the music and the loud chatter and the drink you had at the party, your brain lost in a pleasant buzz.

A light squeeze to your hand brings you back to earth. Your head turns to your left, eyes slowly opening to meet a pair of blue ones.

“Are you okay?” Armin asks softly, the tiniest hint of concern slipping past his lips. You wait a beat before addressing his question, choosing to look at him instead. You note that his cheeks are almost as pink as his lips, and that his blue t-shirt makes his eyes sparkle; you ignore how your stomach flips when you realize he’d been holding your hand since you’d left the party.

“I’m great,” you say as you shift closer to him “I’m in a good mood actually.”

You catch Eren’s eyes leaving you as he turns his head forward and keeps walking in front of you. You let your gaze travel from his head – you loved that half bun he kept his hair in more than you should – to his broad shoulders, entranced by the way his black t-shirt stretches over his muscular back.

You must have missed the part where he stopped in front of the dorm room, because you end up bumping against that back.

“You’re completely out of it” Eren teases with a grin.

“No, I’m not” you retort, “as I said, I’m in a good mood.”

The look he gives you is playful. “You call it good mood, I call it being drunk.”

“I had literally just one drink, there’s no way anyone could get drunk from that.”

“Depends on how strong the drink is.”

“Will you shut up?”

You’re still bickering as you enter the room, Armin rolling his eyes at the two of you with a fond smile. Once Eren shuts the door though, you all fall quiet.

The only light came from the blue led Armin had put on his side of the room, casting a glow over your faces that was almost ethereal. There’s a weird tension, a nervous feeling gripping your stomach and making you tingle with anticipation. You’d been alone with them in that very room more times than you could count, cramming for tests, watching a movie or simply hanging out, but tonight something was different. You sit next to Armin on his bed, eyebrows knitting together as you quickly try to analyse that feeling.

The three of you had been friends for ages, since you all attended the same elementary school and lived down the same street. You had bonded with Armin first, his quiet and intelligent personality matching well with yours. You remember fondly the warm afternoons in his backyard, grass tickling your skin as he showed you his new ocean life books and you rambled about ancient Egypt, Greek myths or whatever you were fixating on at the moment.

Eren on the other hand – at first you couldn’t stand him. You only knew him as ‘Armin’s other friend’, but he was such a loud and hot headed kid, you’d always found his attitude too off-putting to even start a conversation, and you were pretty sure he didn’t like you either. After some pushing from Armin though, you’d actually tried to get to know each other; much to your surprise, you found out you had a lot of interests in common. Eventually, you’d even come to admire how passionate he got about the things he cared about, how strong his ideals were, and with time his impulsivity left room to a much more calculated approach.

After all these years, the three of you were still as thick as thieves; you’d become so comfortable around each other that people always assumed you were either dating one of them. You’d always brush it off with a laugh, but now you wonder if it’s normal for friends to behave like that around each other. It was the little things at first; lingering touches, wondering eyes, teasing comments. Then Eren’s hands all over you every time you wore a pretty dress, or Armin’s obvious erection that time you and Eren were messing around at the pool; even your friends had noticed how close you were – and never missed a chance to tease you about it.

This is stupid, you conclude. They’re your oldest and closest friends, you won’t allow your attraction to them – at least you’re admitting it’s there – to make things weird.

You move to get the tequila you know they keep hidden in the closet; maybe that will shake the awkwardness away. You take a long sip before handing the bottle to the blond, alcohol still burning in your throat as you lay on your back, head resting on his lap.

You feel him still beneath you; when you look at him, his flustered expression is clear despite the dim lit room – before you can catch yourself, you wonder if he’s still hard from before.

Eren looks at the both of you on Armin’s bed. You’ve closed your eyes and your head is lightly nodding along with some music coming from the hallway, the beat muffled by the closed door. He watches Armin, a fond smile dancing on his lips as he can almost hear the mental pep talk the blond gives himself before raising a hand to play with your hair. You hum at that, eyes slowly opening as you turn your head towards him.

“Eren, come closer” you say, stretching out an arm as if to reach him.

“And why would I do that” he answers with a playful smile on his lips.

You raise your eyebrow, smiling back to him. “If you insist on staying over there, I guess Armin and I are really gonna keep all the fun to ourselves, isn’t that right Armin.” You say lightly, rising from his lap to lay against his side, your body wrapping around his arm; his hand ends up between your closed thighs and somehow you manage not purr in his ear as you rest your head on his shoulder, both of you now facing Eren.

When Armin speaks, you don’t miss how his playful tone hides a hint of malice, eyes fixed on the brunette, “oh I’m sure he wouldn’t mind just watching if we were actually having fun.”

Eren laughs at that, his voice dropping lower.

“True” he admits calmly, as if the thought hadn’t brought him to several orgasms through the years, “but right now I think I’d rather join.”

And he does, sitting close to your other side.

You wish that type of exchange wasn’t as common as it was between the three of you. You also wish it didn’t send a wave of arousal trough your body every single time.

You watch him as he leans toward you to grab the bottle from Armin’s hand, taking a sip of the amber liquor. Your eyes follow a drop of alcohol at the corner of his mouth, unconsciously tightening your hold on the blond as Eren’s tongue comes out to bring the drop past his lips.

In that moment, Armin decides he’s had enough. He’s way too turned on to let all this teasing slide; if the three of you really are as attracted to each other as he thinks, this was the time he was gonna do something about it. So when he speaks, he does with a purpose.

“Is it weird that I’ve kissed both my best friends?” his question sounds so innocent, he even lets out a calculated chuckle to feign embarrassment.

Eren tilts his head toward him, throwing him a curious glance “You still remember that? Must have been one hell of a kiss huh” he smirks.

Armin knows he’s teasing, and that he clearly remembers too, but he can’t help the pink blush that colours his cheeks as his thoughts rush back to that night.

It happened first semester of junior year, after Sasha’s ‘small’ housewarming party had quickly turned into a full blown party. As the music got louder and more and more people filled the tiny flat, Jean, all tipsy and bright eyed, had gathered all of you in Sasha’s room to play spin the bottle – most of you had booed him, but you’d followed him anyway.

After watching you awkwardly peck Connie on the lips and Mikasa blush violently as Sasha took her face between her hands and gave her a loud smooch, it was his turn to play. He gave the bottle a spin and almost choked on his spit when it landed on Eren. He remembers everyone cheering as he tried to stop his face from flushing red, looking everywhere but at Eren; that’s how his eyes landed on you, quiet where your friends were loud, your eyes focused on him in a way that was almost daring.

He followed your gaze as it moved towards Eren, finally making eye contact with the boy. His attempts look composed failed miserably when Eren, a lazy smirk spreading on his lips, beckoned him with his hand to move closer.

“I- uh we don’t have to…” he choked out.

Eren’s smirk grew wider, “It’s just a game Armin, what are you scared of?”

Armin couldn’t tell if his tone was soft or mocking, either way he felt as he had something to prove now.

He stood on his knees and crawled on the floor as Eren mirrored him, ignoring the way his stomach flipped as they met in the middle of the circle, so close he could feel his breath over his lips.

“What’s taking so long?” Jean said from somewhere behind him, “it’s not like you haven’t done this before” he teased.

Armin wanted to turn back and state that no, they had not actually done that before – he’d probably sound way more disappointed than he should – but before he could even open his mouth he felt a hand on his cheek; his eyes flickered back to Eren’s green ones, only to find them trained on his lips as the brunette sealed the gap between them.

Eren’s lips felt so impossibly soft again his, he tasted like vodka and something sweet he couldn’t recognise and Armin couldn’t really thing about anything as he lost himself in the kiss. The hand on his cheek moved through his hair and Eren pulled slightly, just enough to make Armin gasp against his lips, taking the chance to slide his tongue against his lower lip and into his mouth. Armin broke the kiss at that, a whimper leaving his lips because he wanted, needed more, but the feelings building up inside him – and the arousal making his pants tighter – were sending him in a slight panic.

He barely registered his friends’ loud noises as he sat back on his spot, but he didn’t miss the way Eren winked at him and licked his lips, green eyes boring into his blue ones. Armin struggled to act like his normal self rather than some teenager who had just kissed his long time crush. He desperately tried to focus on something, anything but Eren and his stupid lips and stupid grin and stupidly pretty eyes right in front of him, and that’s how his eyes found you again.

You had watched the whole scene with an interest you hoped went unnoticed by your friends. You sure hoped Mikasa, sat right next to you, had missed the way your breath hitched in your throat as you watched the blond gasp under Eren’s grip, heat coursing through your body and pooling between your legs. When Armin’s blue eyes found you, flustered, with half lidded eyes and teeth sunk in your bottom lip, you’d lowered your head in shame.

Eren rests his head again the wall and closes his eyes, as to enhance the memory.

It had been over a year ago, yet he remembered Armin’s sweet lips against his, the small noises he unconsciously let out going straight to his groin.

He remembered your face, eyes glossy with desire as you watched them part, flustered almost as much as Armin, as if you’d been the one kissing him instead, and oh had he wanted to kiss you. Had it been just the three of you in that room, he would have grabbed your face and bruised those pretty lips, forcing Armin’s sweet taste in your mouth.

He’d long given up the guilt that came with fantasising about his closest friends, any uncomfortable feeling quickly replaced by pleasure every time he wrapped his hand around his cock. At first it was just one of you under him, on top of him; soon enough he’d started picturing both of you on your knees, eyes bright and pleading, pink tongue hanging out of your mouths as you wait for him to paint your pretty faces with his cum.

“So who’s the best kisser?” you ask, your warm breath against Armin’s ear making him shiver.

“I can’t- You both… I’m not gonna answer that.” Armin manages to sound flustered when he answers.

Eren looks at him. “I would” he states nonchalantly, “but I don’t have all the materials to make my choice.” His tone drops to a low murmur, green eyes slowly shifting to you.

Armin tries to hold back a smile, both of you reacting exactly as he anticipated.

Your heart is hammering in your chest, it’s beat so loud you’re sure both of the boys can hear it; when you speak, you desperately try to keep your voice steady.

“Then god forbid you make an uniformed decision.”

Eren is straight up grinning at this point; he grabs your wrists and tugs you closer, pulling you on his lap. You balance yourself on his shoulders as his hands graze your bare thighs up and down, your skirt bunching up to your hips and barely covering your panties.

When your eyes meet, you’re shocked at how softly he’s looking at you. “I’ve been waiting a while for this” he murmurs, his voice almost a whisper, and you swear you can feel him stroking your cheek before burying his hands your hair and drawing you closer. He’s so warm all pressed up against you, so sweet when his lips ghost against yours before finally kissing you.

You’re slow to respond at first, too lost in how right it feels to have him so close and all over you, but you’re quick to part your lips for him, his tongue sliding against yours; he tastes of alcohol and you get drunk on it, a small moan leaving your throat and getting lost in the kiss. You whimper as you feel him groping your ass and push you even closer. He’s kissing you like a man starved, devouring you, the intensity making you feel light headed. You break apart from the kiss with a sigh, head falling on his shoulder, barely registering what you’re doing as you lightly grind against his hardening cock.

Eren groans as he tugs your hair so that you can look at him, his dark pupils swallowing up almost any trace of green.

“So needy… how many times have you thought about this?” he asks, a teasing smile on his lips as his fingers play with the hem of your skirt.

You look away from him, cheeks heating up; you don’t want to admit how many times you’ve cummed on your fingers with their names on your lips, but you don’t think you have a choice.

His head dips lower to press an open mouth kiss to the column of your throat, “Answer baby, there’s no need to be shy; we’re all friends here.”

You suck in your breath, voice embarrassingly shaky “so- so many times, w- with both of you” you confess.

Armin groans at your words, a curse slipping past his lips. “We- we could have done this so long ago” he mumbles, eyes fixed on you as he palms himself through his jeans. You feel so hot under his gaze, so wanted, you never want his eyes to leave your body.

Eren steals your attention by sucking a purple mark at the base of your neck; you bite back a moan as he licks at the bruise, heat pooling in your panties. he clicks his tongue in disapproval.

“This won’t do” he says softly against the shell of your ear “how can Armin hear all your pretty noises if you hold them back?”

Before you can choke out an apology, his lips go back on your neck, finding that sweet spot below your ear that makes you whimper. You’re trembling as he sucks another bruise on your skin and this time you don’t hold back, soft moans leaving your lips as your hands grips his hair, tugging it loose and fawning all over his shoulders.

Eren pulls back, admiring his work as you try to steady your breath.

“Good girl” he murmurs, “let us hear you.”

You shudder at his words. You don’t think you’ve ever been so turned on in your life, and he’s barely put his mouth on you. You can feel wet slick gathering in your panties and you shift to straddle one of his thighs, grinding hard to relieve the tension as your head falls back, a loud moan leaving your lips.

Two strings of low curses reach your ears, and you barely register Armin slipping a hand under his pants as Eren pulls you down on him again, the knee you have trapped between his legs pressing against his hard cock.

“Fuck, baby you wanna cum like that? Riding my thigh?” he pants, slightly bouncing his leg up to meet your movements, successfully drawing another moan out of your lips.

He brings a hand your face, almost reverent as his thumb grazes your lower lip, just like you’d done with Armin barely an hour ago. Your tongue darts out and licks the tip of his thumb before wrapping your lips around it, sucking slightly as you nod, eager.

Eren parts his lips, eyes glued to your mouth. He can’t believe he finally has you – both of you – as he wants you, as he’s pictured so many times; he wonders if he’ll come undone in his pants like a teenager, as you add pressure on his throbbing cock with each grind of your hips. He slips his finger from your warm lips, rushing his hands under your skirt to take off your panties.

When you finally readjust yourself on his thick thigh, you almost sob at the feeling of your bare, sensitive cunt against the rough material of his pants. Before you can resume your movements, he lifts up the piece of fabric, dangling it in front of your face.

“Look at this” he murmurs, “completely soaked” his voice trailing off as an idea suddenly forms in his mind.

He turns to Armin, and fuck, he feels his cock twitch at the sight. The blond is laying against the headboard, legs spread apart; he has a hand wrapped tight at the base of his hard, leaking cock, his pretty face all scrunched up in pleasure.

Armin’s cheeks heat up when he notices Eren’s eyes on him, but it doesn’t stop him from slowly stroking his cock, trying to delay his orgasm as much as possible.

“’Min, you think you could use these?” Eren asks, dark eyes dropping between the blond’s legs. Armin’s eyes widen at the request, his brain shutting down for a moment as he looks at the drenched panties in his hand.

“What? I- I-…” he looks at you, dazed, half lidded eyes boring into his blue ones as you rub slowly on eren’s thigh. “Y- yes please” he chokes out, shame reddening the tip of his ears.

“So polite… what a good boy” Eren purrs, his deep voice making Armin twitch in his own hand.

He takes the panties, the beads of your arousal thick on the side your cunt was, and he wraps the fabric around his cock. You watch with wide eyes, struggling to believe that sweet innocent Armin would ever give you such a lewd sight; you’re itching to lean over and kiss, lick, bite every inch of his body, but Eren’s grip on your waist keeps you in place.

Armin moans loudly as your slick smears all over his shaft. He keeps rubbing at himself with your panties trapped between his hand and his cock and how the fuck is this already topping every sexual experience I’ve ever had he manages to think. His eyes trail up and down your body, Eren’s body, and he doesn’t even notice how much his strokes speed up, hips bucking desperately into his own hand.

“Slow down baby or you’ll miss all the fun” Eren’s voice is as soft as the hand he puts on his leg to appease him. “If you behave, y/n will let you cum on her, right?” he says, sneaking a hand between your legs and sliding two fingers between your dripping folds.

“Ah- ye- yes Armin, wherever you want” you squeak, arching your back as Eren slips his fingers inside you. You feel inebriated as he slowly starts pumping, his fingertips massaging your walls, so slowly you want to cry. You wail when his fingers curl over your sweet spot, a hand gripping your waist to stop you from fucking yourself against his hand.

“Please ‘Ren, oh god, please, faster” you sob, high pitched moans slipping past your lips before you even realise it.

Instead of listening to you, Eren pulls his fingers out and slides them up to your clit, collecting your slick; you whimper when he retracts his hand from your cunt, pressing down on his thigh once again to get more friction. When your clit brushes against a wrinkle in his pants your eyes roll inside your head, orgasm so close you can taste it, but apparently Eren has other plans.

“Not yet baby, hold it for a bit longer, will you?” he purrs close to your ear, his mouth peppering wet kisses on your neck.

“Please a-ah Eren I c-can’t-” your words come out as broken sobs but you’ve long stopped caring, your brain filled with nothing but pleasure.

When Eren looks at your face you look absolutely wrecked, sweat shining on your forehead and cheeks red from the strain, chest heaving as quick pants come out of your parted lips. “

Armin, come here.” He says, hungry eyes still locked on yours. The blond obeys and shuffles closer to the two of you, your panties forgotten on the bed.

“You’ve been so good I think you deserve a reward” he says, as he pushes the glistening fingers he’d just pulled out of your cunt straight into Armin’s pretty mouth.

The blond moans at your taste, both hands coming to grab Eren’s wrist and push his fingers further in his mouth, choking slightly when they hit the back of his throat. Eren watches him in a trance, mesmerised by his blown eyes and the drop of spit that dribbles from the corner of his mouth. He wants to fucking ruin him. But not yet.

He takes his hand from the blond’s grasp – the whimper that leaves his mouth almost makes him cum on the spot. Eren lifts you from his lap, ignoring your pout as he places you right beside Armin.

“Sit still for me” he says as he slowly palms his cock before unbuttoning his pants and sliding them down with his boxers. You hear Armin suck in his breath as Eren’s hard cock slaps against his stomach, your own eyes widening at the sight; in length he almost matches the blonde, but the girth is just… fuck. Even dwarfed by his huge hand it’s almost intimidating, a thick vein reaching his pink leaking tip.

Eren takes his time as he pumps himself, eyes fixed on both of you; he drinks in your pretty, desperate faces, hands clutching the bedsheets as you try not to squirm under his gaze.

“Where do you wanna cum ’Min?” Eren’s question snaps him off a stupor, eyes leaving his groin to settle on your face.

You’re surprised Armin can blush more than he already is as he stutters that he wants to cum on you tits. You smirk as you quickly take off your top and unhook your bra, lust clouding you senses as you lay on the bed, head towards Eren as you motion Armin to straddle your waist. His eyes flicker to Eren and you miss the brunette’s nod before Armin comes on top of you, knees straddling your thighs.

Armin can’t believe just how fucking pretty you look under him, naked except for that cute pleated skirt you’re somehow still wearing. His hand trails up your stomach to squeeze your tits, fingers playing with your nipples as he pumps himself faster.

You feel Eren’s hand cradle your face, “touch yourself” he says, and you do just that.

With your skirt bunched up at your waist and your fingers quickly circling your clit, Armin doesn’t stand a chance; he leans forward, a hand planted on the bed as he cums on your tits with loud moan and your name on his lips, warm liquid painting your heaving chest.

You watch the blond leaning back against the headboard, desperately trying to catch his breath; you lock eyes with him, toungue wetting your lips as you bring a hand up to play with the mess he made on you, getting high on the look of pure defeat on his face as you take your cum coated fingers back to your clit.

“Oh fuck” Eren can’t believe how wrecked his own voice sounds “who would have thought you two would be such dirty sluts” he pants, his hand sliding faster and faster against his cock.

You moan at his words “’Ren p-please can- can I-”

“Cum.” He orders, and you obey right away.

The sounds that leave your lips are nothing short of pornographic, your body shaking and twitching in pleasure, mouth agape and head thrown back as white lights explode behind your eyelids, any coherent thought wiped out of your brain. Eren chokes out a curse at the sight, soft, high pitched groans echoing in the room until he finally cums with a broken moan, the liquid coating his hand and making a mess on his clothes.

It takes a while before any of you even attempts to move; silence falls in the room once again, except for your labored pants mixed with the music still playing in the hallway.

Eren is the first to get up and head for the bathroom. By the time you’ve all taken a shower and settled back on Armin’s bed, no one has still said a word. You feel anxiety settle low in your stomach, its grip speeding up your heartbeats.

Did you ruin everything? Is this the end of your friendship?

“So who’s the best kisser?”

Armin’s voice comes out tired and rough, but it puts a halt to the doubts swirling in your mind.

The breathy chuckle leaving Eren’s mouth sends a wave of relief through your body; “I’m sorry ’Min but y/n is definitely winning this one.” You smile as you feel his hand ghosting over your spine.

“Yeah, figured.”

The blond curls up against you and you’re still smiling.

The bed is way too small for the three of you and the night breeze coming from the window does little to cool you down, but you’ve never been better, a warm feeling spreading from where your bodies connect with each other.

As slumber takes you, you hope they’re still gonna be there when you wake up.

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zoe-oneesama · 3 years

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Hey can I get some uhhhhh Tikki salt?

This is gonna be more of a stream of consciousness thing than a well organized essay, strap in

It’s frustrating that Marinette looks to Tikki for guidance but also Marinette has to clue Tikki in to what just happened right in front of her. (I’m thinking of Frozer “What’s Wrong Marinette?” specifically. Nothing, Tikki, everything about this situation is PERFECT). It seems like they don’t really know what they want to do with Tikki: She’s not consistent enough to be a decent guardian but she’s not lost enough to be characterized as learning alongside Marinette.

Tikki will pop in with the unsolicited (and sometimes unhelpful) advice: In Antibug, Marinette had already decided that she was wrong not to listen to Chloe (ignoring that no she was NOT) but Tikki decides to double down twice to remind her that she fucked up:

Sure, lets ignore that Chloe lied right to her face AND she listened carefully to the Bulter AND she DID take Chloe’s advice AFTER trying her own idea.

But you didn’t GIVE advice! You just said “You’re Ladybug, figure it out!” Maybe if you actually gave her a plan-

They want her to be the one giving the “moral of the day” when they can’t shoehorn one of their human characters into, despite the fact that most of the time Marinette “realizes her mistake” on her own and doesn’t need Tikki to scold her after she’s figured it out and intends to fix things.

Plus there’s when Tikki’s being obtuse to Marinette’s detriment, like when Marinette asks if it would be better to let Adrien go after he dates another girl and her grand advice is “it’ll all work out!” which is supremely unhelpful and just bad advice, even WITH her knowing Adrien = Chat Noir. So, what, Marinette should just sit in this painful limbo because of the “endgame” while Chat Noir is allowed to move on and explore other options and Tikki sees nothing wrong with that? Plagg had no problem putting down Ladybug in Stormy Weather 2, but Tikki can’t even push Marinette to give Adrien space? Just put a post-it note on your forehead that says “Writer’s Mouthpiece” and be done with it.

And when Tikki is telling Marinette what she’s doing is wrong, does she actually offer up alternatives? When she got mad at Marinette for stealing the photographer’s SD card in Reflekta, did she give a solution that was “right”? When she told Marinette to save Chat Noir without a suit, did she tell her how?

I also hate that as a narrative device she’s hammered home the idea that Marinette just isn’t allowed to feel negative emotions that are totally normal to have. When Marinette slips, Tikki’s only advice is to be like “Don’t be sad Marinette, you can’t afford to get Akumatized! You always find a solution!” Like, thanks, no PRESSURE! If Tikki’s supposed to be a guide, why isn’t she offering solutions? And if she’s NOT a guide, why does she impose so many rules on her, like no sharing identities even with her partner or no using the miraculous for herself even if it would make her life easier (especially when Guardian Fu was having her use her powers to be his delivery girl)?

I guess it just comes down to me being confused by Tikki. Meeting the other kwami it’s clear that they’re very ignorant of the modern world and not as wise as Tikki and Wayzz would lead us to believe. It would just be nice if maybe Marinette realized that in this season or if the writers pulled this 180 on Tikki’s “wisdom” to make her more nuanced. Like, maybe Marinette went this whole time thinking Tikki was this wiser than wise being that was always right but then she sees Tikki interact with the other kwami and it becomes clear that she’s just as childish as they are and maybe she shouldn’t expect as much from her.

I mean, Tikki says Marinette’s the best holder she’s had, and while good for Marinette, isn’t Tikki as old as time? It’s not like Marinette is even doing a lot for Tikki, just the expected amount of kindness one would expect from a friend. So by that logic, Tikki’s never been friends with her previous holders, so she’s never had to be there emotionally for them because there was a wall between them.

Could also be that this is the first time she’s paired with a teenager and she hasn’t realized she needs to change her tactics or something. Just saying that being the Guardian could give Marinette a whole new outlook on Tikki and maybe lead to her learning to trust her own instincts instead of blindly listening to others tell her that she’s wrong.

#just also tired of a lot of Marinette's Ladybug pressure coming from Tikki #because Tikki prioritizes Ladybug's duties above Marinette's #and then is like 'what do you mean your personal life is falling apart Marinette?'#ml salt #tikki salt #jewelthekitty #an essay by zoe

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yostresswritinggirl · 3 years

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@butterfly-mochi Rewrote this freaking thing thrice because it keeps getting deleted wth tumblr agjvahkfajkvk- I enjoyed writing it a lot tho and since I’m too weak to the characters I ended up writing for all of them (except for Sucrose, im sorry bb huhu, I ran out of brain power). This is my first time writing for so many of them in one go so please excuse me for any mistakes or blandness ywy thank you for letting me write for my baby Ganyu too hhhhh

Universe Reversal 2

Genshin Impact Character Reader and Modern Players with Zhongli, Childe & Ganyu (how they simp for you) (event masterlist / Part 1 / Part 3)

Zhongli the F2P

The most relatable out of the bunch because this man is still broke and can only rely on the primogems he can farm. And he had a LOT. The one thing he doesn’t have a lot on, however, is his luck.

So how did he manage to pull you?: Well after exhausting all his primogem on your banner with nothing but weapons and other characters, he has lost his resolve. But by some weird luck, there was a character bug that was fixed and in his email was the almighty consolation primogem. Enough for ONE pull. And by the Gods he FINALLY got you.

He’d nonchalantly post his screenshot of pulling you using a single acquaint fate in his friend group without any words and everyone else just loses their shit. “You got them in one pull?!” “Yeah” A riot.

This was partnered with the fact that not only is Zhongli an F2P player, but also barely has any five star characters.

He looks calm and apathetic over the news, but behind the screen he’s exhausted and relieved, silently livid.

He has no primogems left to squeeze for a constellation so you’re instead pampered with the best weapon suitable for you (because that’s all he keeps getting).

Zhongles spends most of his time farming for materials to quickly level you up, unlocking all your stories and voiceline, but he fucked up on your build (his artifacts are messy).

He follows communities, forums and videos regarding your character to know all the things he needs to perfect your build. You can barely make a dent against normal mobs, so he knew he was doing something VERY wrong.

Is the type of person to keep refreshing the page for new content, very updated.

Ask him a question about your character and he’s gonna bring you the word vomit that is his research. He’s not gonna stop- probably accidentally developed a copypasta for you.

Also follows your VA in both Tiktok and Twitter to indulge in every bit of content. He also has that screenshot of his pull saved and locked.

On his birthday, a friend of his gifted him a chibi plushie of you and he has treasured it ever since, treating and handling it like its a figurine.

“It is merely pure luck and grace from the gacha gods that I got this character, and I will make sure that they know I am very grateful for this fortune.”

Favorite Voiceline: Birthday Message

Childe The Whaler

This lucky wealthy bastard with no remorse for his money whales for EVERY character. He’s making a collection, which is to get all the characters, especially the five stars. So when your banner finally popped up, he’s gonna square up and trigger a whole ass meteor shower.

How he pulled you: Money. His luck with this games are actually not the best so he always compensates with money, he got you halfway through the first failed pity, almost giving him a heart attack that he might actually break the bank just to get you.

And then he pulls more to raise your constellation lol.

The first thing he does is look over your character info and read through it all; constellation infos, your base stats, artifact compatibility.

At the end when he’s maximized everything, he would then focus on playing around with your character *coughs climbing noises coughs*

He thought you’d just be another part of his collection but playing with your character was very enjoyable and in-line with his playstyle- oops 100 screenshots with the Kamera-

Any and all merchandise that he fancies would be his, and he’s definitely flexing it to the other sweetie nerds who call themselves simps. He’s fighting for the simping title, and he’s currently neck and neck with this fanartist in Pixiv.

Speaking of that fanartist, he definitely commissioned an expensive and detailed portrait of you, full rights and everything. No one else was allowed to use it but him.

Was also the first one with the audacity to call out your VA to create an account on Tiktok to create more content with your voice. He was successful.

His obssession also comes in the form of self-indulgent contents, and had been keeping track of the ship wars happening. During conventions, he cosplays as the character shipped with you the most (or the character he thinks should end up with you).

Silently scrutinizing those who cosplay you, only ever taking pictures with/of the best looking one, sorry haha

Definitely flaunts that you are his waifu/husbando and will fight for best girl/best boy during debates or polls. Has mobilized the community to vote for you once. He’s very persuasive.

“Hm? Why I’m just the best collector in the game, and I am more than happy to let everyone know that I am their number one fan haha, everyone who claims otherwise is definitely wrong!”

Favorite Voiceline: More About (Y/N) I-IV, (Y/N)’s Hobbies...

Ganyu the Employed

Ganyu, our dearest overworker, is one of the players in the older stage who actually has a job but still plays Genshin for their past times. The gorgeous sceneries and the music is her main focus in playing the game, not much of a try-hard but still decent in the combat mechanics.

How she pulled you: You came home within 50 pulls! And you appeared again after another 10 pull! Ganyu was so SHOOKT and so distressed because oh goodness, what does she do? She doesn’t know anything much about you!

Will rewatch your three trailers to try and understand your skills better, ended up saving the soundtracks from them because that was such a nice trailer music! Tnbee gains a new follower!

Ganyu will take a while before she can properly play or build you up because she’s so busy with work, she only ever plays when she feels fully done with her work.

During her break she plays with your character while multi-tasking on eating, earphones plugged in and sight on the phone as she farms materials and artifacts for you.

The moment she gets more help from her player friends tho, holy shit, you just ended up being so OP. She had so many good artifacts and weapons for you because she didn’t know what they were for before.

She loves how you’re so easy to use and can easily solo the enemies and even the boss fights. A huge breather, because now Ganyu can cheese the battles that takes a while, to give her more time to focus on the storyline and lores.

Since Ganyu plays for the story and aesthetic, she’ll find you almost always in her team. Still very proud of her pull, she makes the best screenshots of your fights or in the best angle through exploration.

Treasures you so much she starts talking to her phone- “Ah, no, please don’t fall.” “There’s violetgrass up there, let’s try and get it”

Blushes everytime you produce a sound when climbing, doesn’t change you anyways tho

Hums to your trailer music while working, and if permitted, would have the song on repeat while she buries herself in work. She finds it really refreshing and the time she spends in work miraculously flies by fast when she gets lost in the sound.

At one point, when she was given a day-off or if the convention was on her free time, she attends to look for cosplayers of you and take a picture. No one rejects her because she’s so adorable and cute when asking shyly.

Had brought a decent amount of merchandise, preferably the functional/practical ones like a phone cover, mug or keychain. Also has an earphones clamp with your little chibi self as the holder.

When asked, she would shyly announce that she likes your character the most.

“Their character theme and music really soothes me during work, it feels nice to have them, and I have not once regretted ever pulling for them. They are the best.”

Favorite Voicelines: Good Night/Afternoon..., About Us, Something To Share..., Interesting Things...

so enjoyable...

@moaa @zelos-simp @legionqueensav @dandelion-dreams @snackgod @rxsalinee

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #zhongli x reader #childe x reader #ganyu x reader #genshin impact zhongli #genshin impact childe #genshin impact ganyu #exile.circlet #exile.flower #sojourner specials #reeeeeeeeee #gender neutral

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unwantedtomost · 3 years

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the night before — sebastian stan

sebastian stan x fem!reader

word count: 2,644 words

summary: you were invited to your ex’s wedding and despite all logical reasoning, you decided to go. now it’s the night before the wedding and you’re in the same night club with your ex. time to make some more mistakes.

warnings: angst, crying, cheating, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex.

a/n: i am going to make a part two because i want to explore this more. also, thank you so much for almost 500 notes on my first one shot! enjoy :)

The love of your life was getting married and it wasn’t to you. When you heard the news, you laughed out loud, a bit too loud for being in a quaint cafe. You thought that the girl Sebastian was dating was going to be nothing more than a rebound from you, even when you heard the news that they were engaged, you thought that it wasn’t serious. But now it’s the day before their wedding and you’re pretty sure she’s not a rebound anymore.

You wish you didn’t know what day the wedding was, but you did because you were invited. Sebastian invited you. What kind of asshole would do something like that? You know he saw it as taking the high road, being a bigger person, but it just came off as a pretentious douche bag move to show that he could be happy too. Without you. And how did this get past his fiance, Lauren? Did she want you to come?

You planned on not attending because why the fuck would you want to go? But then your friend, Emerson, talked you into it. “It’s in Hawaii,” “It’ll show him that you can still be friends,” “Rub it in their faces that you don’t care anymore.” They were all very shitty reasonings but you were drunk when you RSVP’d and even drunker when you booked the plane ticket. You had been drinking a lot in the weeks leading up to the wedding, it was the only thing that made all the nerves go away. You promised yourself that you would stop drinking so much after they were married and you intended on keeping that promise.

You had been trying your best to stay as far away from Sebastian as possible in the three-day period leading up to the wedding. It had been working well so far, until tonight. You and Emerson decided to go to a nightclub away from the resort you were staying at because you heard that that’s where the bachelor party was being held. Much to your surprise, that was false information. Now you’re starring at Sebastian from across the room with eyes wide and a jaw down to the floor.

“I thought you said they were gonna be at the resort!” You yelled at Emerson over the loud music.

“That’s what the bridesmaids told me,” she defended. “But it doesn’t even matter, we came out to have a good night. Fuck him! You can be nice tomorrow.”

You quickly started to regret every single one of your decisions you had made in the past three months. Accepting the invitation, booking the plane ticket, and leaving your hotel room tonight. You knew you shouldn’t be here but you were and you hated it.

“This was a mistake. I’m booking a plane ticket and I’m going back home. Tonight.”

“What?! You can’t do that.”

“The hell I can’t.” You grabbed your phone from your purse only to get it grabbed from your hand and shoved into Emerson’s pocket. “What the hell!”

“You’re not just going to leave.”

“Why not?”

“It’s been two years, y/n. You have been telling me that you’re finally over him for a year, that’s why we’re even here, right? Because you’re over him?”

You took in a shaky breath. No, you weren’t over him. You knew you should be, but you weren’t. You thought seeing him say “I do” would force you into moving on, finally letting him go. Now, you wanted to slap yourself for being so stupid.

“Yes,” you lie despite yourself.

“Good, so let’s go get you a drink and a hot piece of ass! And in the morning we’re going to watch as he gets married and you’re going to finally let go of him, okay?”

“Okay,” you nod.

You had to get over him, it had been two years. This was the way to do it. You would force yourself to let him go and be happy. That would make you happy … right?

You and Emerson walked to the bar, ordering shot after shot until you were dizzy. Then you ordered a long island ice tea which you did not need. After you basically chugged the drink, you made your way to the dance floor.

You changed from grinding on Emerson to random individuals and you couldn’t have cared less. Everything about tomorrow and moving on left your mind completely. Right now you were living in the moment, something you were always working to do. You could tell that the individual dancing behind you hadn’t switched for four songs, so you decided to turn around. You were hoping for it to be someone cute and nice. Someone to take you somewhere and fuck the worries away. Instead, it was Sebastian.

Your smile faded and so did his. You went still, your eyes trained on his. It felt weird to be the only people in the crowd not moving. You had lost all sense of anything, you didn’t know if you stood like that for seconds or for hours.

Something in your jumbled thoughts forced you to speak. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he yelled back. His face was unreadable at that moment, you blamed it on the alcohol but you weren’t sure if you could have deciphered what it meant even if you were sober. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Yeah, a few months, I think.” You were sure, it had been four months prior, right before you heard about the engagement. You ran into each other at a red carpet event and you tried your best to act normal.

“Do you … uh—do you want to go get a drink?”

You stood still again, silent. Your brain needed a minute to process the request. You definitely did not need another drink. “Sure.”

You followed behind Sebastian to the bar, a trip you had made with Emerson no less than an hour ago. He ordered himself a Screwdriver and you a Sex on the Beach, your favorite. You had both sucked down half of your drinks before either of you spoke.

“How are you?” He asked.

“Fine, I guess,” you replied. “How are you?”

“Good, good, really good.”

“That’s good.”

It went quiet again and even though the music all around you was blaring, it sounded only like white noise at this point. A thought came into your mind “tell him how you feel.” In a sober state, you would have shut down the thought immediately, but now it played on a loop. The chant continued to play in your head as you finished the last of your drink. You felt the tension in your body rise from your feet to the pit of your stomach, up past your throat, and to your head, making you dizzy.

“Can I tell you something?” You blurted out.

“Sure.”

“It’s loud in here.”

Sebastian chuckled, almost in relief. “Is that what you wanted to tell me?”

“No,” you said, too unaware to get how cringe-worthy you were being. “Can we go somewhere, uh, quieter?”

He nodded and you took his hand and went to go find a secluded location. You weren’t going to be that asshole who jammed the bathroom door shut. Also, you were pretty sure you’d get kicked out if you did that. It took a few minutes but you finally landed your sights on a room. The door was unlocked and you realized it was a coat closet, so you picked it as your location. You closed the door before turning back to Sebastian.

The music was quieter in here, it was muffled and far away. It smelled vaguely of cigarettes but you didn’t mind too much, it was dull.

“What did you want to tell me?” Sebastian asked, voice louder than it needed to be due to how unexpectedly quiet it was.

This was it, your one time to speak your mind. You might never get another situation like this ever again. You needed to let it all out.

“I don’t think I’m over you,” you confess. “And I really don’t know if I will ever be. I know it’s been two years and you’re getting married tomorrow, but I’m still not over you. I’ve been telling myself that when I see you at that alter tomorrow, everything is magically going to go away, but I don’t know if it will.”

“Why are you telling me this, y/n?”

“Because this is the one-shot I’m gonna get. You’re getting married tomorrow morning and you need to know this. Well, actually, you probably don’t, but I need to tell you. I need to let it out or otherwise, I think I might actually fucking explode.” You took a deep breath before the words started pouring out again. “When I heard you were engaged I laughed. It was funny that you were getting this poor girl’s hopes up when we all knew that you were just going to call it off. But you never did, and I was the only one laughing. I’m pretty sure that you were my person. And I think the only reason I accepted that we were done was because I didn’t think we were actually done. I thought you were gonna come back to me. I thought one day we would look back on this and laugh because it was so stupid.”

As you talked, your throat began to feel sore, your eyes stung from the tears forcing their way down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry about everything. I should have fought for us when we had the chance and I should give up right now and—”

Sebastian cut you off by cupping your face and wiping the tears away. “Hey, hey, hey,” he cooed softly, pulling you into him. You buried your face in his chest as he softly rubbed the back of your head. “It’s okay, you’re okay.”

His sweet tone made you cry harder. You wished he would have been mean. You wish he told you to get over it and move on. But he was sweet and consoling you because that’s the type of guy he was. He was the girl who consoled his ex-girlfriend on the night before his wedding. That’s the kind of guy girls want to marry, that’s the kind of guy you should have married. At least if he was an asshole, it would have easier to move on. No one gets hung up on the asshole, they get hung up over the good guy.

You pulled away from him, wiping the tears away with the back of your hand.

“Do you still love me?”

“Y/n…” he sighed.

“Tell me you don’t. God, please tell me you don’t. Tell me that you moved on and that you love her. Could you tell me that? Tell me that you never think twice about me and that you only invited me to your wedding because you honestly think we can be just friends. I need you to tell me you still don’t care. If you tell me that, I’ll walk out the door right now and you don’t ever have to see me again. I’ll wish you good luck on your marriage and I’ll be gone. Can you just tell me that? I really need you to tell me that.”

You looked up to him with pleading, puppy dog eyes. You wanted him—you needed him to tell you that it was never going to happen. You needed closure to move on.

“I-I can’t,” he confessed. “Not honestly.”

You let out a breath you were holding before pulling him closer. You kissed him deeply and passionately, you needed him. He pulled you closer, melting into your mouth. This was it, this felt right. You didn’t think about the repercussions, you couldn’t. All you could think about was his mouth on yours, his hands on your skin.

He backed you up so your back was flat against the door. The hand that wasn’t pulling you closer by the hip locked the door. He hoisted you up, seemingly with no effort as you wrapped your legs around his waist. You made haste with his button-up as he started to push your dress up your thighs. You stayed like that for a while, tugging, kissing.

After a while, Sebastian put you down. This made you nervous, was he going to leave you here? Was the kiss just one dumb, hot mistake?

Instead of walking away, he knelt down in front of you. He grabbed your panties and pulled them down your legs. You looked down at him and let out a moan at the sight of him; lips read and raw from kissing, eyes blown out with lust. He hiked your right leg over his shoulder before looking up at you, asking you if you wanted him to continue. You nodded aggressively, letting out a few whines of anticipation.

He dived in, sending you into a state of euphoria. You pressed your head against the door as your hands tugged at his jet black hair. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, trying your best to keep in whatever moans he coaxed out of you. You felt you were nearing your high, but he pulled away before you could get there.

You let out a cry at the loss of contact. You tryed your best to pull him back to you, but he instead pushed your hands away, pinning your wrists against the door. He stood back up, form towering over your own.

“You’re so fuckin’ needy,” Sebastian stated, voice low and raspy. He undid his pants before hosting you up against the door again. He pumped his member before putting the tip at your entrance, teasing you. “Are you sure?”

You nodded, pulling him closer by his shoulders. “Please, fuckin’ need you.”

With that, he pushed in, both of you letting out loud wanton moans. You forgot what is was like to be with him. He was on the bigger end of the men you’d been with and he was by far the best. As he thrusted into you, you started to realize how much you missed him every sense of the word. You missed the way he would kiss you in the morning, you missed the way he said he loved you in the middle of a fight, and you missed the way he grunted in your ear when you would have sex.

You both held each other close as he continued to snap his hips against yours. One of his hands reached down to rub your clit, making you let out another moan. You knew you were close again and you wondered how you could finish so fast when you were with him.

“I’m so close,” you warned.

“I know baby,” he cooed. “Wanna watch you.”

You leaned your head back so you could now see each others faces. He admired how you looked all fucked out and needy. He loved how your eye brows knitted together when you were trying not to cum and he loved the way you bit your lip every time he stared into your eyes. And he loved you.

“I love you, y/n,” he accidentally said, thoughts slipping into words.

Your eyes went wide but you couldn’t help but smile. “Fuck, I love you too, Seb.”

The confession brought you closer to your high and before you knew it, you were clutching his shirt in your hands as your legs cleanched around his waist. You both moaned loudly as you came, holding each other as close as possible. You stayed against the door, holding onto him tightly for a while. Then he slipped out of you and set you back down on shaky legs.

“Did you mean it?” You asked after minutes of staring into his eyes.

He hesitated, “yes.”

“Now what are we gonna do?”

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