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sixpossumsinatrenchcoat · 2 days

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B Plot

Isabeau still can’t confess, and Siffrin needs to clear their head. Which means it’s high time for a sidequest.

Act 1, Scene 2. West Dormont. Isa’s hand hovers near your shoulder. You try to look inviting, but you must not be very good at it. He’s already pulling away. Okay. This is it. Go time. “You can touch me,” you blurt out. “Wh— Hwhuh???” No turning back now. “It just. Seems like you think you can’t? But—you can.”

(Full disclosure, this is literally just 5k words of Siffrin trying to flirt, because he's not the only one who needed a break. Spoilers thru Act 3)

You don’t make the pun for Isa. You don’t say hi to Loop, either. You just sit on the ground and stare at the grass.

“Wow, stardust,” Loop snorts, “thanks for the warm welcome. I missed you too! But tone it down a little, will you? All that enthusiasm could get a little overwhelming!”

Near your foot, there’s a leaf growing out from a fallen branch, glossy and bright like it thinks it’s still attached to the tree. Like it thinks it’s still alive. But of course you know better. It’s already dead. It just doesn’t know it yet.

“Sooo~, what’s up? Give me the scoop! The latest and greatest, teehee!”

The leaf is always growing out of the branch, and the branch is always on the ground, splintered and slowly drying. Does the loop last long enough for the leaf to dry out, too? Does it die every day, like you do? Or will it spend the rest of eternity in a state of blissful ignorance?

“You beat the King again, right? That’s cool! You’re getting pretty tough! Keep it up and pretty soon you’ll have nothing to be scared of! Aside from, you know. All the existential dread.”

You watch your hand reach out to close around the leaf. It comes loose with a gentle pop.

“Oh, come on, at least pretend to listen. You’re good at that, teehee!” When you still don’t react, their tone sours. “The silent treatment is really not a cute look on you, you know.”

Even with nothing to hold onto, the leaf still looks offensively alive. You crumple it between your hands and then shred it into tiny little pieces. There. Now it’s just like you.

—There’s a startling clap! as Loop claps their hands about an inch from your left ear.

“Stardust,” they say firmly. “I’m a patient star, I really am, but if you keep ignoring me, I’m going to get grouchy.”

Very slowly, you look up. “She didn’t know anything.”

“...The head housemaiden?”

You nod.

“About Time Craft, you mean?”

Another nod.

“Oh,” Loop says softly. “Well. I suppose that’s to be expected. Maybe no one does, anymore.”

You shrug.

“B-But you still have leads, don’t you? Didn’t you have a few more questions for the K—”

“I don’t want to talk to the King.” The last time you tried to talk to the King, your actors looked at you like you were something monstrous. Subhuman. Like something they’d scraped off the bottom of their shoes. You wound up letting him kill you just to end the loop faster. But you’d forgotten how much the King’s final blow hurts.

“Okay, but—”

“Will you stop?” you demand. You don’t want to talk about this. You just want—

—but there’s no point finishing that sentence.

The two of you sit in silence for a while. Probably you hurt Loop’s feelings. Somehow, you can’t bring yourself to care.

“Stardust,” Loop says at last, unexpectedly gently. When you glance up, they’re looking away, picking at the—not skin—the gummy celestial membrane that covers the pads of their fingers. They don’t have a mouth, but if they did, it would be frowning. “I think you might need a break.”

“Haha!!!! Ahaha!!!!! Do you think???”

“I don’t mean from the loops,” Loop says impatiently. “I just mean… Ohh, I don’t know. From fighting the loops? Of course I can’t directly relate, but—from an outside perspective, I think that trying to break the loop is probably sort of… not-good. Ah. Psychologically.”

You stare at them in stony silence.

“So maybe you need a B plot!”

“…A what?”

“You know. A B plot! Like in plays? It’s what the side characters get up to while the important people are off dying and falling in love and things!”

Wait. “You watch plays?”

“I am a star of culture, you know,” Loop sniffs. “I just think you could use a win! Take a break from fixing the laws of physics to focus on something a little more achievable, hmm~? Just for a few loops! Just to clear your head!”

Your mouth scrunches to one side. Unfortunately, they’ve caught your interest. “Like what.”

“Like, ah… oh! What about your touch therapy? That was fun, wasn’t it? Here, look, I could hold both your hands!”

“It doesn’t count,” you mutter.

“Oh, no? And whyever not?”

“It just doesn’t.” You can’t really explain why Loop doesn’t count. You just know that they don’t. The first time they elbowed you, you didn’t even flinch. To be honest, it barely registered. Like knocking your elbow against something not alive, or trying to tickle yourself.

Loop rolls their eyes. “I’ll try not to take that personally.”

* * *

They’re right, though. You need a break. But you’re not going to get it by holding hands with Loop.

* * *

You spend the rest of the day thinking about how to take a break from a temporal prison that is categorically, explicitly inescapable.

“Umm,” Isa whispers over dinner. “Sif? Are you, um, okay? You seem a little off.”

You probably should have expected this. Isabeau is always paying attention to what you’re doing and not-doing. But it never goes anywhere, because he’s too afraid to say it.

…Oh. Is that anything? You think it might be something. You already know that Isa wants to touch you. But he doesn’t, because he thinks you don’t want him to. Because you can’t tell him, and he can’t ask. So instead you’re both stuck here, not knowing what’s true.

What would it take to make him brave enough to say it? How obvious would you have to be before he could feel safe?

Your eyes narrow. Maybe you really do need a break.

You can read the rest on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55543246

#in stars and time #isat spoilers #isat isabeau #isat siffrin #isafrin #fluff #act 3 spoilers

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shut-up-danny-kun · 14 hours

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I've read hundreds of Star Trek TOS fics by now and it never ceases to amuse me how many different ways there are to fuck up Spock's characterization...now hold on just a minute - this post has a more interesting point than “fanfic writers stupid”, I promise you.

Every time, it's a spin on the massacre wheel. It's kind of amazing. Will he be overly emotional to the point where he's not himself anymore? Will he be so cold it's unpleasant and kind of hard to understand how he's lived to this point? Will he be extremely horny for no good reason? Will he speak in a way that sounds complety wrong?

I chuckle and shake my head. Of course, I KNOW what Spock is like, and MY interpretation of him is the most perfect and correct one. Obviously. He's just a very nuanced character, formed by many people in an unconventional way, with traits that seem to contradict each other at first but ultimately form a rich and unique character that so many people fell in love with specifically because he's so complicated...

Or...is he?

Let's entertain the idea that there isn't one correct interpretation of Spock, that all of these messy bits of characterization are not part of a bigger picture, but...just what they are: a product of many people with starkly different visions, working on a show that refuses to properly develop its characters. What then? Well, then Spock is a Rorschach test. Each viewer connects the random dots in their own way, and ignores the ones they don't like.

Let's use an example: me! In my interpretation of Spock (the most correct one, of course) he is, first of all, gay and on the asexual spectrum, reserved, largely uninterested in casual flirting or sex. When he is interested in the aforementioned things, he tends to be quite ashamed of it.

Makes sense, right? I can show you plenty of evidence for why that could be true. However, in the beginning of the first bloody season, Uhura sings a song about how Spock is actually kind of a heartthrob who likes to drive women insane with how hot he is, and Spock smiles. He smiles at her, as if agreeing and being very amused by all this! This interaction goes against pretty much everything I think about Spock. So what do I do? I explain it away in the most bizzare fucking way possible. See, Uhura and Spock are friends (there is no evidence for this), and Uhura knows everything I've just told you about him (through telepathy I guess? Not like he'd ever tell her!) and she's just trolling him (why would she do that? That is NOTHING like Uhura!). I need to do some Olympics-level mental gymnastics here, the opposite of Occam's razor.

“But Danny,” I hear you say, “it's just the start of the show! They hadn't figured out his character yet!”

To which I say: you can say that about anything! You can blame it all on a bad writer for that episode, and ignore virtually any scene that doesn't jive with your headcanons. It's there, and I can't ignore it.

So...how am I different from the people that want Spock to be thar heartthrob Uhura is singing about? That evidence is as much a part of canon as my favorite lines. Well, I'm not any different, that's the thing. And all those writers I complained about also have a point.

It's kind of a nihilistic take, I know, but maybe the reason Spock is such a cultural icon is because he is...whatever you want him to be: just concrete enough to spur on your imagination, yet vague and contradictory enough to let your brain fill in the gaps.

Don't get me wrong: I absolutely do not believe in this. In my mind, it just so happens that I'm one of the, like, 5 people ever who truly understood Spock (and one of them is Jim Kirk himself). But I still think it's something worth thinking about next time you're mad at a fic.

#star trek tos #spirk #s'chn t'gai spock #spock #tos spock #character analysis #dannytypes #takes

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rubylovessharks · 2 days

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what would coffee do to them?

this is not a X reader but i have headcannons about this sooo~ here's what i think coffee would do to each twst character :) also i have no idea why but coffee makes me sleepy, so im not going to pull stuff like this outta nowhere-

Heartslabyul

Riddle- i think he's used to it cuz he studies a lot, so he probably needs to get more energy. So it would make sense that Riddle would drink coffee and gain more energy, nothing weird.

Trey- I don't think he's really into bitter tastes, but he doesn't mind them. So I don't think he'll drink coffee that much, it also probably doesn't do too much though. But what if when Trey drinks too much coffee he'd want to bake more?

Cater- Cater probably drinks coffee in the morning. Cater is a character I don't know too much about but with the small information I have on him doesn't really make me think of what coffee would do to him.. So my guess is that he gets more energy and like any normal person and after a while the energy leaves and he gets tired. Nothing special.

Ace- Ace doesn't seem like someone who would drink coffee often. Maaaybe to study? But not that often. At some point if he drank too much he would just pass out, and when I say too much it'll probably be 5 or 6 cups of coffee. One time Duece found him like that and freaked out so hard, he called Riddle and told him this and Riddle also kind of freaks out but seems calm and takes Ace to the nursery. Deuce makes sure Ace never gets to drink that much coffee ever again.

Deuce- We all know that Deuce studies a lot so he probably drinks a lot of coffee, and also I think he doesn't notice when it's the time Riddle set for everyone to sleep, so until Riddle notices that he isn't asleep he scolds him and then immediately feels concerned about the amount of coffee he's been drinking. The same thing will happen with Ace. Ace swears he's stopping Deuce from drinking that much coffee cuz "he's too loud when he studies!" but we all know that's not true..

Savanaclaw

Leona- This guy almost never drinks coffee only because he naps a lot. But I think he would drink coffee when he NEEDS to do something, so that's he's way of getting energy. But here's the thing, when he does drink coffee even though the caffeine works on him he still looks like he's half-asleep.

Ruggie- This guy knows how to do the best coffee you'll ever drink! But it'll cost you a lot.. He probably does drink coffee in the morning so he can get going throughout the day, this guy has many things to do. I also think that every few hours he would drink another coffee to keep going.

Jack- I don't think Jack drinks coffee, at least not often. Nothing special after drinking coffee as well. He's pretty normal about it.

Octavinelle

Azul- He likes he's coffee with milk, I like to think that the first time he heard of coffee on land (they probably have something like coffee under the sea) he wanted to try all types of coffee, just to fully understand what he likes, and what can sell better. He did not like black coffee.. Other than that he's nothing special as well.

Jade- He's the total opposite of Floyd. He becomes really really energetic. He tries to play it cool, like nothing has changed- but you can see that he has more energy. He's movements are way faster than what they are normally, you can see that he's eyes are looking around more often, and things like that.

Floyd- I think that because Floyd has a lot of energy depending on his mood the way to calm him down would be with drinking coffee. I know that caffeine should make a person more energetic, but with personal experience I feel like falling asleep. I think he would be like that too. The only effect other than sleepiness would be the energy in his veins, he's still sleepy though.

Scarabia

Kalim- Don't give this guy coffee- he'd get seriously energetic. If he already has energy on a normal day coffee makes him even more energetic.

Jamil- He's probably not someone who drinks coffee often. I just don't see him as a guy that drinks it regularly, but he definitely drinks it from time to time, just not super often. I think he has normal reactions to it, not too hyper but not like Floyd who'd fall asleep.

Pomefiore

Vil- He's more of a tea guy. He doesn't drink coffee often, but when he does it would probably be closer to things he needs to do during the late evening. Also a guy that doesn't have a weird reaction like some of these guys would.

Rook- Thinks all coffee is good. He enjoys the beauty of everything, coffee is no different. Doesn't have a preference, will drink any and every coffee. It does not work on him, I repeat. Coffee does not work on Rook. Not getting more energy and not getting sleepy. You'll see this guy downing a cup of coffee and see that nothing happens to him. He'll drink coffee just for the taste.

Epel- First thing in the morning he's doing is make a cup of coffee. Black too, he thinks it's manly. He probably doesn't need it though so after some time you can see that in class he looks more sleepy than a regular student should. Vil probably scolds him about it.

Ignihyde

Idia- He doesn't always drink it cuz he has his energy drinks but if he had to he would make a black coffee to get through the night, I think that at some point energy drinks aren't going to work properly on him so coffee is something he'll start getting used to.

Ortho- He's a robot, he doesn't need coffee. And when he was a child and alive I don't think he would've tried it or something- that's it really.

Diasomnia

Malleus- I don't know if he would be into coffee or not, but I think that the first time he did try it his pupils would get bigger? I know our pupils get bigger because of light and stuff- but Malleus isn't human, so maybe some of the energy he got from the caffeine would make his eyes try to focus more on his surroundings??? Even if he's pupils didn't get bigger, he's eyes would still try to focus around.

Lilia- I'm not sure if in cannon it is said that he drinks anything to keep him awake when gaming with Idia or not but I think that he doesn't need coffee during the night, I think it even takes him a while to fall asleep just cuz bats are night animals so it kinda makes sense that he's fully awake at night. I might be breaking canon or something since I don't know too much about him, so sorry if I did- I like to think that in the morning though he has to drink coffee or else he's not able to function throughout the day. (ik he's not a bat but he has similarities so it makes sense)

Silver- It doesn't work on him, He probably tried drinking coffee at some point in his life to get through the day without falling asleep, but it didn't work very well...20 minutes after drinking it he fell asleep. After that he made another coffee and it would repeat like that all day.

Sebek- He would drink coffee on days he feels like he needs to. I don't know much about this guy so I'm not sure of what else to say.. But he probably would drink coffee with milk, not too much milk though, and he probably brags on drinking it black and not actually his taste, but if he tried black coffee again you'll see him throwing it up cuz he probably doesn't like the taste. He's probably more loud and aggressive after drinking coffee though.

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my-jukebox · 18 hours

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hihi! i have a obey me request that i thought of after reading the hug headcanons w the brothers post you made!! (it was REALLY nice btw <3 i loved it!)

what about mc coming home after a tiring day at RAD and mammon just hugs them n they just have a cute fluffy moment …or!! mammon coming home after a tiring day at RAD, and mc just hugs him n again they have a cute fluffy moment, any of the two are fine since they’re both so cute!! im gonna leave the choice up to ya, cant wait too see what u write <3

- 🃏 anon! :3

I'm so glad you loved the previous post. I brainstormed my best here and tried to make it longer so forgive me if it's not up to the mark. Also God it took so long, I'm sorry.

Genre: Oneshot, Fluff

Characters: (gn! reader), and Mammon.

"Mammon, towards the light!"

The photographer said as Mammon turned towards the light, maintaining his pose. He had been going for hours together with only a ten minute break every hour.

"Majolish is gonna love these pics. Great job today!" was all Mammon heard before he rushed to his studio room and removed his makeup. He looked so tired, to the point where he should've considered getting Asmo to keep the people at bay.

He took deep breaths and finally got some shut eye until—

"Mammon, the next shot is ready!"

"Ahh shit, here we go again!"

Mammon headed out the room and watched as the studio began filling up with multiple models who he was supposed to pose with.

'This is gonna be draining!' He thought as he was being dressed and practically, dragged by his photographer on the stage.

—

The lecture seemed never ending. The professor kept talking about Latin phrases for spells and potions but all you could think about was sleep.

"(Y/N)?" The teacher called out.

"(Y/N)!?" She repeated.

"Yeah!!"

"Are you zoning out? Please pay attention or else you'll fail the midterms."

"Yes, ma'am"

The teacher nodded her head at you and went back to teaching some spells again. You couldn't be bothered. You'd just have to pull up another study session with the brothers again, it seems.

The minute the bell rang, you got up from the bench, refusing to greet anybody as you made your way to the House of Lamentation.

Upon reaching back home, you entered your room to find Mammon asleep on your bed. You gently shook him.

"Mammon, are you alright? It's pretty rare to find you here of all places." You said, voice laced with concern.

"I'm alright. I'm just so tired. When I tell ya' I was like a prisoner there, I'm not kiddin'!!" He said as he looked up at you. He had absolutely no energy left in him.

"There?" You asked, unsure of what he was talking about.

"The modelling studio. Those stupid, little ahhhh.....they weren't letting me rest." He said, clearly annoyed with how his entire day went. You chuckled at his little rage towards his workers before throwing your bag on the floor and removing your shoes, making your way towards the bed.

"Aww baby don't worry. You wanna....cuddle?" You asked him as you watched his cheeks get flushed with different shades of red.

You laughed and opened your arms wide for him. He scowled but still laid down on your chest as you massage his head gently. This moment was all you needed. Especially after a day like this.

"How was your day?" He said softly, so as to not disturb the peaceful moment.

"Eh. You weren't there in class so it wasn't the best." He grinned widely at you response.

"Of course it wasn't the best. The Great Mammon promises to never leave you alone again."

"I'll hold you on that promise."

You hear a low rumble from Mammon, indicating that he was chuckling. You hug him even tighter, never wanting to let go. As you both cuddled, you found yourself finally content and at peace after such an awful day.

And so, you both stayed up the entire night; talking, laughing, joking about everything and nothing at the same time. The night began to fade slowly as you both found yourselves with each other once again, cherishing the eventful moments of closeness as the world outside was asleep.

I finally did it. i got a conclusion at last!

~Masterlist~

Do like, comment and/or reblog if you enjoyed!

#sami writes #obey me!#obey me oneshots #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x reader #mammon x reader #obey me mammon x mc

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zillasvilla · 13 hours

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MAYHEM : Chapter One

Summary: Two sisters deal with the harsh realities of living within a crime syndicate. It’s not all diamonds and money. It’s blood, sweat, and more blood shed that keeps these families in power co-written w/ @keyaho

WC: 5489

Warnings: Smut.Death.Killing.Minors DO NOT interact.

Pairings: Joseph Anoa’i x OC Black Character ; Randy Orton x Black OC Character

Chapter One:

“Take off the shirt.’ Randy pointed to Ziva who was perched on his bed against the headboard and gold silk pillows.

She looked up from his phone, scrolling through the dick pictures he had already sent her. This time she wore her pink lined glasses and bonnet, ready for bed as soon as he walked in. Except, he wasn’t ready for bed. He was partially dressed for it. Grey sweats, no shirt, commando beneath it, dickâ€¦â€¦was hard, but he wasn’t talking like he was in the mood for anything frisky.

“What? Why?”

Randy licked his lips slowly as he stared at his girlfriend. Her reaction confirmed his thoughts about her alternate identity. He didn’t need to see the black cobra stretching along her bonze skin, but he knew it was there and his desire to see it was of up most importance.

“You have two choices,’ he says while clapping, ‘one, take off the shirt like I’m telling you or two, and I’d hate to do this one. I will come take it off of you.” He placed a hand over his heart. “You know I don’t like handling you like that.”

Ziva had been frozen on the bed as her boyfriend spoke. His eyes never leaving hers and when his arms folded back across his chest, she knew she had little time to make a decision before he was making it for her. Randy wasn’t going to be nice about it either. She thought back to the last time he had to ‘handle’ her and she grimaced. The sex had been explosive, but between his big dick and the relentless thrusts, even after she was over sensitive, she hadn’t been able to walk straight for three days.

“I just don’t know why you want me to.”

Randy’s jaw clenched tight. “You want to do this the hard way?” He asked, slightly amused, ‘fine.”

He walked towards the dresser next to her vanity and took off his jewelry; a gold chain he wore just about every day and his Rolex. Ziva’s heart began to thump hard in her chest. The massive viper tattoo on his back seemed to coil as his back muscles flexed. His neck, back, legs, and arms were covered in ink, but the one on his back was her favorite. She knew he knew why now. It was a massive tattoo she had clawed night after night while he was buried inside of her.

Ziva slowly eased herself off of the bed. She wasn’t going to make it if she decided to run out the room. He’d just stalk her and the longer it took the madder he’d get.

“Are you mad at me,’ she whispered, her fingers playing with the hem of her shirt, his shirt.

“Should I be?”

He took a step forward and she took one backwards.

“I don’t want you to be.” She replied.

“Then you should have taken the shirt off when I first asked you to.” He scratched his newly trimmed beard.

She had fully enjoyed that beard being between her legs this afternoon when he got home from his barber. While she was thinking about his wicked tongue, Randy dove across the bed, grabbing her by the waist as he came off the other side. He hurdled the bed. His grip on the shirt was tight.

“Randy!”

“No.” He pushed her against the wall and spun her around so her back was to him.

He lifted the shirt, smacking her ass a few times after seeing it in a black thong. The thin material swallowed by her ass.

He bends down and presses his lips to the back of her head. Randy slides his hand up the shirt and against her skin. He can feel the raised skin where the tattoo was. He gathered the shirt in his right hand and the back of her neck with his left. She was held against the wall as he lifted up the shirt.

“My little Cobra.”

“No.”

“What the fuck did you say?”

Ziva bit down on the pillow between her teeth. There was a hole already and she was working on the second one. Heavy hands held her hips still. Randy fucked into her as she whined and kept her back arched. Bare, he hadn’t taken his hands off of her since revealing the cobra tattoo on her back. She’s been on her hands and knees for thirty minutes while he fucked her. Backshots so hard the bed moved. Her ass was sore from his hits and she could barely feel her legs. Randy was behind her, sweating as he rolled his hips forward.

He was standing by the bed using his posture for balance as he talked shit.

“You love when I fuck you like this,” he teased. “Pussy gripping the fuck out my dick, damn baby.” He playfully smacks her ass. “What do you say?”

“Thank you, Daddy,” she cried, reaching for the head board for something to hold on to.

“You've been denying me,’ he says, slowing his thrusts. “My favorite position is watching you squirm on my dick. Just like this.”

She had always said missionary or she’d ride him. He wanted to hit from the back and had told her so numerous times. He played along with what she wanted but now that her secret was out he was going to make this position a must do.

“Not just this wet gushy pussy, but that back tattoo?”

He ran his fingers along her spine just as the tattoo did. It was larger than he had expected, very detailed, and life like. Ziva’s body shivered at the delicate touch on her skin. Every part of her boyfriend was hard, the way he spoke, his presence, his hands, fuck his feet would be if she didn’t insist on getting him pedicures once a month. The hands currently running across her back were calloused and hard, worn with the many deeds he had done over the years. Some of them she’d seen and some she heard about in whispered conversations. Hands she would miss for the next five years. Hands she had to fantasize about after tomorrow morning.

“Ran,’ she whispered, eyes shut as she bit down on her bottom lip.

She was on the cusp of another orgasm as he pulled her hips backwards to meet his thrusts. Even in his haze, hooded eyes nearly shut at how she was gripping him. His hold on her waist tightened as his head lolled backward and a low fucccckkkkkk fell from his lips.

“I know, I know, I know.” He hummed while pulling out.

Ziva slumped to the bed at the loss but was quickly flipped over onto her back. She was pulled to the edge of the bed and her legs were pushed open. It wasn’t just the tattoo that made him more feral tonight, it was also the fact that he was going to be gone for five years in the penitentiary with a plea to avoid a RICO charge.

When he took the plea deal he knew it was better than spending twenty plus years in prison and away from Ziva and his empire. He couldn’t leave her to run it or worse, watch as it was destroyed. Many prayed for his downfall. However, for the next five years he was going to leave Ziva in charge.

Randy slid back into Ziva, watching her face as her mouth fell open from the stretch. He leaned over her, hands on the bed by her head and rocked his hips back and forth. He grabbed her face and brought her head up to his for a long kiss. He knew how much she loved that soft shit. He pulled away while keeping the rhythm she liked. Her eyes were wet with tears and his resolve cracked a bit.

“What’s wrong,’ he whispered, hips still churning.

The messy wet sounds she made as he fucked her told him how good he was making her feel. It sounded sticky and he would miss the sounds her body made for him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, hands under his arms and across his back as he moved.

“I don’t want you to go,’ she moaned, turning her head into his neck as he stilled.

Randy sighed.

He turned himself in tomorrow morning. That had been a part of his deal so that he could tie up loose ends, make sure she was taken care of, and close out some dealings. He had been a busy man the past few weeks that he realized he hadn’t given her much attention.

“I know you’d run away with me,’ he joked. “I have to go,’ he shrugged and resumed his thrusts.

If the thought crossed his mind he wasn’t going to tell her that. Too many places he could take them and start their lives over. Right now, he was planning to take her to ecstasy again tonight. He wrapped and arm around her waist and pulled her chest against his. His other hand gripped the bed beside her head. Randy held her up at an angle as she clung to him, her nails scratching up his sweat slick skin. The reality of the situation hit them both as he emptied into her. He had edged himself the entire night, denying himself every time her orgasms squeeze his dick.

“One more, baby, just one more.” He cooed.

She tried to grab him, but his sweat made her hands slip as she cried out, thighs falling apart as she fell to the bed with him hovering over her. His hips wiggled between her legs as he nudged his dick back into her. His thumb rubbed her clit in slow circles, heightening his pleasure so suddenly, she clenched tight around him, body arching as her mouth fell open. Silent, her orgasm shook her body and Randy held her hips still until he was emptying his cum in to her.

She felt his lips on hers as they kissed slowly.

“Such a good girl,’ he praised.

They cleaned up for bed and Ziva was curled around Randy’s body.

The post sex flow felt like a haze. Ziva was half on Randy’s chest after their shared shower. He fixed the bonnet he fucked off and gave her another one of his shirts to sleep in. He was in black sweats now, leaned up against the headboard.

“How did,’ he began, ‘how long have you been Cobra?”

“Since I was sixteen. I didn’t go by Cobra until my twenties when I got the tattoo.”

Randy was quiet. Pondering the new information about his girlfriend.

“Why?”

“I don’t think you want to know that.”

He rubbed her back as she picked at the strings to his sweats. She was avoiding eye contact with him.

“I’m asking.”

Ziva took in a deep breath and sat up. She reached for the remote he kept on his left side and turned off the tv so there weren’t any distractions.

“So my mom married this guy, not my real father, and I grew up with them. I was young when it all went down hill,’ she whispered, trying to find the words to explain the sound of zippers and cold liquid.

“I was sold,’ she shrugged. “That’s about as simple as I can put it.”

Ziva’s nose began to burn as she trying to stifle the tears.

You’re honestly the first healthy relationship I’ve had. I ran off at sixteen. Stayed low for a year, they found meâ€¦well, I was betrayed, and I was right back in the house. Addicted to ecstasy andâ€¦..well, you can only image what my step father did when he got me back in the house.

Randy listened as she spoke. He hadn’t been expecting this when he asked, but he knew she needed to talk through it. Carrying this type of pain wasn’t good for anyone and as much as he hated seeing her cry, he knew she needed to get it out. He placed his hand on her fold knee and she grabbed it instantly, letting out a shaky sob.

I started killing when I was eighteen. I needed to eat. I was stealing and stuff, but I got caught. Spent fifteen days in jail and thats when I met the daughter of my first mark. He lied and put her there. I had overheard her talking about offing him when she got out. I offered. I mean I had the rage and anger to do it. She paid me a grand, well, her sister on the outside paid me. Then I started offing the men I was sold to. I still have four left and I’ve been warning them I was coming.

“What,’

“The worst part is they don’t even remember me. I was just another kid.”

Athena

I will make it so he never forgets me.

The sensual lyrics to Usher's nice & slow blared through the club's speakers. Paying customers were ordering drinks and getting their own chance to throw money at the dancing women. The center stage was unoccupied. Reserved for the main act of the night. The lights dimmed to signal for the main act of the night.

”Horny ass niggas” The Dj cuts the music, letting her voice be heard through the microphone. “Get your pockets ready. The main act of the night is making her return to the stage.”

The low glaring spotlights gain the attention of the perverted patrons. Their hungry gaze surrounding the stage. The mixed beat of Remy Ma and Cardi B taking over the vibe of the club. Behind the stage she adjusted the fabric that barely covered her breasts. She inhales deeply, praying to herself, but coming out on her cue. Her long slender legs came into view first. The catcalling, and whistles do little to ease her racing nerves. The music envelopes her mind, flowing through her body with each sexual movement she makes.

“Give it up for the main-event. The showstopper. Ms. I don’t need no pressâ€¦NYX.”

Nyx could never get over the way her best friend announced her name. A different level of admiration in her voice. She holds back her grin, focusing on the task at hand, which was attending to the male gaze. Her eyes zeroes in on one man and one man only. She doesn’t want to be too obvious, using the pole in the center of the stage to dance, her legs wrapped tightly around the silver metal as she circled it slowly. The little pieces of clothing leave nothing to the imagination. The deep red color suits her deep mocha complexion.

Money was thrown on stage; tens, twenties, fifties and even a couple of hundred dollar bills. She was making more than what the other women were making. A pleased smirk on her face, as she got on her knees. The auburn strands of her hair, falling into her face with every slow crawl towards the lucky..unlucky man. His animalistic growl, making her feel uneasy. Nyx allows her body to sit back on her knees, running her hands down her body with each bounce she makes, putting on a little show. Her eyes flick up to the wall behind him. The mysterious person smirking at her little tease of a show. She bit her lip, winding her hips a little more, turning her back to him, slowly standing, putting her ass on full display for him.

The hollers she got and the money thrown made every other woman green with envy. Her slick point to the man was a signal to someone. Nyx finishes out her dance, letting them get close, but they knew not to touch.

“Let’s give it up for NYX!!”

The groan of unisons, do little to persuade her to dance longer. A simple nod to her best friend as she exited the stage, allowing the attendants to sweep up the falling money. She ignores the snarling women, going straight to her bag, changing into the black jumpsuit and oversized sweater.

”Bitch, thinks she's all that, yet she workin’ here like the rest of us.”

A leather black duffle bag was dropped in front of her; peeking in through the zipper she smiled at the crumbled piles of bills. Two weeks of work for some was made in just one night for her. “Dusty wants to see you.” Nyx looks back at the guard with a displeased frown.

“Tell dusty. This was one an-.”

”He said either come willingly or he’s taking the money you made.” The lanky attendant, being flanked by two of Dusty’s enforcers. There were two things Nyx hated the most. Don’t tell her what to do and don’t mess with her bag. Dusty just did two of those things in one night. She was already disgusted with him being front and center to her dance, she wasn’t in the mood to deal with the greasy pig of a man.

“I know the way.” She takes quick steps out the dressing room, black bag on her arm. The dingy, dimly lit hallway is a cesspool for nefarious activities to go unnoticed. Dusty’s bright yellow door, distracting anyone from the two large men standing post. Nyx knew what the man was up to and she wasn’t having it. Dusty loved women. He especially loved dark-skin women. He also didn’t take no for an answer. Nyx had made her time there scarce. She never lingered long enough to become another notch on his belt.

“You know the longer you stand here, the worse it gets.” Nyx glances at the white haired man, the black security shirt clinging to his pale skin. The white lettering of his name is embroidered on the right chest pocket. KENNEDY. He was always the nicer one, looking out for the girls when they locked up for the night.

“Preciate’ that Kennedy.” She’s not new to how Dusty could get when you make him wait. He was always impatient. Often sneaking to the dressing rooms, if made to wait too long. Nyx, blowing out a deep breath, forces her way into the office. The musty stench of sweat and other bodily fluids filled her nose. The foul scent so strong her eyes watered.

“Ah Nyxxie.” Dusty looks at her, a wide grin on his face, she counted more fatty rolls than the last time she saw him. She cringed at the nickname, hating the way it sounded from him.

“What Dusty.” She forced herself to look at him, leaving the door open behind him to bring in fresher air.

“Just want to praise you on your performance.” A stuttering lisp of words leaving his white stained mouth. “You gave me quite a show.” He focused on her little dance for him.

”Only doing my job.”

”Right..your job. You know what else entails right?” He stands using the cheap cotton tracksuit he was wearing as a napkin to clean his hands. She holds in a gag when his fingers run through his stringy strands of white hair, leaving wet residue on his fingers.

“Dancing, striping. Private dances..” She trails off coming to the realization of what he was asking her. “This dance was a one and done thing.”

”You can’t leave without paying dues.” Dusty rushes his way to her, forcefully putting her against the wall. Nyx had never seen him move that fast. His greedy hands, not feeling good on her skin, preparing to leave several marks and bruises. A swift kick to his dick had him tumbling over. The quick second of freedom used to push him off her to the ground.

The groaning man on the floor gains the attention of Kennedy and his partner, but neither of them make a move. They focus on the group of men at the end of the hallway. It was three against two. Kennedy could maybe take the smaller one with a mullet on. But the other two were triple Holly’s size and they would be out in a second.

“I heard the girls leaving. Wanna make sure they get home ?” Holly, asks him. Kennedy liked the idea of living to see another day. Hands raised in surrender, they backed away from the door, slowly making their exit. The raspy panting, and groaning, triggers something in the men, rushing to the sound; a set of feet kick the door open. It dangles on one hinge still in the wall. The sight before him was a bit of a surprise to the men except for one. A pleased smirk on his lips. Nyx, oblivious to the way they came in, slowly pulls the knife out, watching the blood drip from the sharp tip onto the floor. The unlucky victim. dusty, writhing in gasping pain.

“Bout time you showed up.” She steps over him. “Hey Jimmy. Jey.” she greets them with a smile, tossing her bag into Jey’s arms.

“This him?” Jimmy points with a disbelieving laugh. “This the nigga that owe you money!”

”Alright Jimmy we get it.” Nyx was annoyed and ready to go. She looks at the quieter man, his taller height towering over everyone. His hard gaze fixated on the man holding his crotch in pain. “He’s not worth it Joseph..” she whispers, grabbing his hand. She was all for getting your dues, but there’s always a time and a place and this wasn’t it.

“No.” He pulls his hand back, motioning Jimmy to pick up the old man with a snap of his fingers. As if he was a dog, Jimmy moved with a quickness, roughly pulling Dusty up to his feet. The man is now face to face with a heated Joe. It wasn’t the money he was pissed about, it was the audacity Dusty had to try and assault his girl. It made him wonder how many other girls he did this to.

“I was only coming for my moneyâ€¦” Joe starts. His hand grabbing the bloodied knife Nyx used on Dusty seconds ago. “But then, you put your hands on my baby.” The bloodied knife pierced the lumpy skin on his cheek, dragging it slowly down his face. Dusty squirmed and pleaded for his life, the salty tears from his eyes, stinging the fresh cut that would surely scar soon.

His stuttering lisp is ten times worse in fear. “I’m sorryâ€¦I-I’ll give you-.” The sharp blade pushed deeper into his cheek. The loud painful cry music to Joe’s ears. A fascinated daze in his eyes as he pulled out the knife, watching the gaping hole spurt out blood, everyone taking a step back to not get blood on them.

“Joooseph.” Nyx whines when blood almost got on her new Air Force ones.

“Hold on princess.” He wipes the bloodied blade onto Dusty’s shirt, the sweaty crying man losing too much blood by the minute. Jimmy drops the man on the floor, jumping back to avoid getting the bodily fluids on him.

Dusty could only look on as he watched his life flash before his eyes, every dirty deed and evil sin he did finally catching up with him. The yellow lights, looking more and more white as the minutes went by. Joseph grabs Nyx's hand, moving her along with him to stand at Dusty’s side. He squats down, making direct eye contact over the man.

“I really should kill you cause you fucked with my money, and now you tryna fuck my girl?”

He places the clean blade in Nyx’s hand, moving her to squat down with him. She hated being up close and personal during his teaching moments to the twins. It always ended with her in a pool of her own essence. His warm calloused hand closed her palm around the base of the blade.

“I’mma let Nyx get the satisfaction.” He stands, stepping back to give her the space she needed.

She hummed knowing he was trying to apologize, not caring about the outcome of accepting or declining his ‘apology’; she stabbed Dusty in the chest, dragging it down his body. The men behind her wincing as if they were next. She stops when his body goes limp, proud of her work she stands, taking the now serrated knife with her after wiping it on the dead man’s pants.. A stoic look as she looked at her all too proud man.

“Can we go now?” The irritation shown on her face from the moment he asked her to set Dusty up to now and for what, this janky ass strip club? Her main focus was spending time with him and their two-year old daughter Nailah and maybe get dicked down before he left for five years. Joseph, amused by her sudden nonchalant mood, tips his head towards the lifeless body.

“Yeah. We can go.” He takes her black duffle from a stuck in place Jey into his left hand. Nyx struts out the office, ignoring her man who held out his hand for her to hold. He turns his attention to the twins. “Find the deed, and clean this up.” The demand gruffly left his mouth; a pointed glare directed towards them when they tried to protest.

“Got it Uce.” Jey raises his hands. He hated when he let her kill somebody. She was always messy with it. Joe leaves without another word, his mind on the beautiful woman leaning against his truck. Her freshly blown-out and curled hair pulled back into a ponytail. The small pout on her face let him know she was irritated to no end. Any other time, he would make her wait, but he would regret it if he did. Joe takes long strides in her direction, standing behind her with a hand on her hip.

”Pretty girl.” He whispers in her ear; gaining an annoyed sigh from her glossed lips.

“Open the door.”

His hand pulls on the handle, pulling the door open for her. She immediately gets in, closing it without looking at him. He nods, accepting the attitude. Nyx couldn’t stay mad with him for long. He didn’t make it easy with the way he rubbed her thigh while driving home, grazing her inner flesh with his fingers. His touch warmed her skin, raising goosebumps along her arms. He had a way of making her feel weak with just his hands and she was going to miss it.

The touching stopped when they got home, Joseph sending the nanny home for the night. She watched on as he picked up their giggling daughter, kissing her cheeks. She was his twin, the eyes, the nose, oh the ears. She loved their ears.

“Let’s get ready for bed, yeah?” He talks to Nailah mostly, trekking up the stairs. Nyx takes her time, still upset at him for wasting their last night together. She picks up the random toys Nailah pulled out, putting them away. The time only got later as the moonlight shone through the windows. The deep animated voice is what draws her attention, a soft smile on her face while entering their room. He sat against the headboard with a clean Nailah; dressed in a red pajama sat nestled in his arms. She lets him enjoy this time with her, despite it being midnight, and not having a moment alone with him all day.

The long shower she decided to take while he put Nailah to bed washed away the sins she engaged in, water and soap dripping from her rag onto her skins. The hot steam, curling her hair at the roots as it fogged up the bathroom. A sweet scent of mangoes filling his senses.

It didn’t take long for him to put Nailah down for bed. The wild two-year-old crashed as soon as her head hit the pillows. His focus was on the woman who had an attitude with him all day. The sounds of the shower running and her soft singing, leads him into the bathroom. The fog is doing little to hide her curves from him. Joe, like a lion locked on its prey, slowly strips from his clothes, the once neat and slicked back bun pulled from its hair tie.

She was oblivious to what he was doing, hands rubbing over her toned legs as she bent down, to scrub at her calves. Joe snuck in his way in the shower, standing behind her to let the water soak him completely.

“Fuck! Joe!” She turns to see why the water stopped, dropping her foot to the ground, flinching when he was standing before her, stark naked. “Don’t do that.” His hands reach out to grab at her hips, testing to see if she would put up a fight.

“Sorry princess.” He whispers, pulling her closer into his embrace, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek, letting his lips linger as he mumbled into her skin. “You're still mad at me.”

The firm hold he has on her, doesn’t give room to move. She knew better than to fight him when it came to affection. She hated being touched while in the shower; he didn’t care. Her arms wrap around his neck, pressing her chest against his, her nipples hard at the warm, wet contact. “No..just upset.”

She had every right to be. His mouth leaves a trail of hot kisses down her jaw, collar bone, to her shoulder, using his hands to map out every curve and groove of her body, painting a never-ending picture in his mind of her silhouette. The little dips in her hips to the tiger marks from birthing their daughter.

“Let me make it up to you.” He pulls back enough to look at her. The brown irises of her eyes staring into his own. Using his hands, he holds her face, thumbs rumbling over her cheeks. She leans into his touch, eyes closing at the gentle affection. Soft, feather-like kisses were placed to the corners of her mouth.

“Joseph.” She mumbles; her hands moving to grasp at his wrist. His warm lips find hers in a sensual kiss, asserting his dominance over her. They find themselves moving backwards until her back hits the slippery cold tiled wall. The water is like rain showers over their heads. His hold on her face, reaching down to grab her thighs. The immediate instinct to jump up, locking her legs around his torso. His assault on her neck, forces her head back with a soft bite of her lip.

”Gonna miss this.” He pulls back, to flip his hair out of his face and look at her. “Gonna miss you.” He pressed a long kiss to her shoulder, peeking up at her through his thick lashes. Her words a mumbling mess, succumbing to the pleasure of his girth pressed against her core.

“Shut up and fuck me.”

“Athena.” He calls out to her, using the name she was born with to gain her attention. Her frame was turned away from him as she dressed for bed. The remnants of their sexual encounter lingers on her mind. If she looked at him, she would surely cry. She does her best to avoid eye contact, picking up the not so messy room. It kept her focused on everything but him.

“Yes Joseph.” She still acknowledges that he’s there. The avoidance he was receiving from her wasn’t cool. Athena knew better than to not make eye contact with him. Especially when he was talking to her.

She doesn’t notice the way he shifts back on the bed, leaning against the headboard. A furrowed crease in his thick eyebrow. He watches every movement she makes: putting away dirty clothes, straightening her side of the room, leaving his side untouched.

‘C’mere.” A demand rather than ask her to come. The tone in his voice dangerously rough, almost daring her to not listen. There was a moment of hesitation before she dropped everything and walked over to him. “Good girl.” He mutters to himself.

Athena stops in front of him, letting his hands pull her into his lap sideways, arms engulfing her into a tight embrace.

“I know I’m leaving for a while.” He mumbles into her head.

She scoffs. “More like five years.”

”It was that or twenty.” He argues, pulling back to look at her. Those five years would probably feel like fifteen once he was behind bars. “Don’t stress baby.” He rubs hand down her back in slow motions. Fingertips grazing over the bones in her spine, feeling her body relax into his touch. “Business was handled, I spent time with you and Nailah.-“

“Business could have waited.”

He chuckles. She was never fond of going with him on his outings, especially after having Nailah. She preferred staying home, and doing work from the house. However, she had to step up and run the business. He was entrusting her with his empire.

Joseph believed she could do it.

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Hey ho, have you seen The Creator (2023) yet? Unsubtly about US imperialism, but also really moving, aesthetically stunning (Greig Fraser as DP, oh yeah) and John David Washington killing it in the main role. I was surprised by how much there was to love. xoxo

I fucking LOVED The Creator and kept trying to write something about it here but never managed to collect my thoughts. But yeah what a fucking movie, oh my god. I feel like it kind of got buried by lack of publicity but tbh I am not that surprised because it's one of those movies with politics that make you think how the fuck did they get away with making this.

Gareth Edwards, like Villeneuve, is a director I've been paying attention to for a while now, ever since his 2010 movie Monsters, which was a really impressive low-budget sci-fi with effects that just looked seamless and interesting things to say about borders and the human cost of militarized responses to disastrous events.

And then he did Rogue One and pulled off something very impressive, which is to take one of the most famous sci-fi weapons of our era--the Death Star, a metaphor for nuclear weapons so iconic it has become a symbol in itself--and made it actually fucking scary for the first time in the history of the franchise. And he did it by turning the camera around.

Because the thing is that before this point, we had only ever seen the Death Star from the point of view of the people firing it. The idea of a planet-destroying weapon is intellectually horrifying but we didn't really ever feel it. Because for that we need to see the weapon from the point of view of its victims. It's such a simple but radical shift in perspective, and I feel like Gareth Edwards took that idea from Rogue One and then made it into a whole movie with The Creator.

The Creator, for those unfamiliar with the premise, is about a near-future counterinsurgency war in which the US military is hunting down various forms of AI/android/robot beings. It also features a space-based super-weapon that is eerily beautiful but goddamn fucking terrifying. It was mostly shot in southeast Asia and heavily evokes Vietnam War imagery (as the ending of Rogue One did as well); it is probably about as close to "Vietnam War movie but you're rooting for the Vietnamese" as it is possible to make in the American studio system. The protagonist is still an American soldier (who defects and "goes native" fairly early in the movie) but making him a Black disabled veteran was certainly a Choice. And yes it's John David Washington and he's great in it.

It feels facetious to say The Creator is Reverse Terminator, because it's much richer than that, but it's also kind of fucking true. For the entire movie, the characters are just running for their lives from the implacable and overwhelming destructive force of the US military which is just crushing everything in its path.

The movie does a lot of things that you simply do not see in most American war movies, but the one that stands out to me the most is that in every scene of war violence there are civilians, including children, fucking everywhere. It really threw into relief for me how often American war-action movies create these empty video game environments for soldiers to run around in, where any actual people who might live in the place where the war is happening are at best props and at worst completely absent. (Alex Garland's Civil War, in addition to being terrible in every other conceivable way, is a particularly bad offender at this.) The Creator does what really should be the bare minimum of taking time to showing that these are people whose homes and lives are being destroyed and it is shocking how novel it seems. (There's a line that plays in my head all the time where one of the AI characters says something to the effect of, "Do you know what will happen to the humans when we win this war? Nothing. We simply want to live.") I will also say that this made it a very intense watch in late October 2023 in particular, but it is fiction so we get a very satisfying and cathartic ending. And yes it is an absolutely gorgeous movie, the VFX are mind-blowing, and I found it quite moving.

#asks answered #the creator 2023 #gareth edwards

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ty-bayonet-betteridge · 27 days

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3l!grian is frequently depicted as a tragic figure and sometimes i wonder if we even watched the same series

#like yes he is tragic. every character in the series is tragic but i think hes easily the least tragic of the winners #(except maybe cleo. i have my own thoughts about how cleos victory plays into her core themes and why its not as joyous or triumphant as #cleo the players and the fandom at large make it seem that i will have to make a real post about at some point)#grian dies Laughing. he smiles and calls it a dual victory before the final fight. his last words are “its been amazing.”#to me Grians arc is about how he came in with this sense of mirth. had it ripled away by the reality when his joke gets Scar killed.#and then rediscovers it as he learns that the horror of their circumstances doesn't need to keep him from delight #plus also ive never seen a man more delighted to explode three of his friends #ill also bring up that Martyns lore has Grian involved in the games explicitly to COMBAT the angst #that Grians inherent silliness and joy makes the players less hopeless as they meet their endings #and theres obviously parts of martyns lore i can take or leave but this is one area where Eyes and Ears lines up very well with what actions #the characters take and so im happy to bring it up #unlike other parts such as “limlife pearl and cleo retained more trauma between seasons than any player has before”#which i do directly refute as it doesn't seem to line up with the way the characters act and the story plays out #thats for another post though #my point here is 3l grian was having the time of his life and i think there are some fanon interpretationd that disregard that #which theyre free to do im definitely someone who has ignored canon plenty of times in the past (glances at worm)#but i think this is the sort of thing that makes the canon more interesting and compelling #anyway. um. rambled longer than i meant to there #grian #trafficblr #3rd life #3rd life smp #3lsmp

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icewindandboringhorror · 23 days

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Hrmm... put together a roommates quiz finally after years of thinking it would be an interesting idea lol.. Though obviously not meant to be taken super seriously, I just like thinking about this aspect of personality compatibility. Like yeah, maybe you could get along with someone just chatting with them, but living together is such a different thing. .. curiouse...

#Not that I think that many people would really care since I barely know anyone on tumblr in real life and would never live with random #internet strangers lol but... idk.. I made this to give to friends from time to time and thought... why not post it here too #just out of sheer curiosity if anyone takes it what the most common results would be and etc.#My initial assumption is that most people would probably fall into the 'maybe' category and that either extreme of 'best roomates'#and 'worst roomates' would be the least common #very long also since I like to be thorough I guess #THOUGH... upon second thought... tumblr is home of the like Weird Introverts Who Sit Inside All The Time.. so maybe it's more #likely to come across compatible poeple on here. given that many of the questions are about how meticulous #people are with their scehdules or how often they invite friends over or if they like to mostly stay inside etc.#(since personally I think having a roommate coming and going and bringing random people over all the time would be too chaotic #lol... I need a peaceful quiet household)#Also I kind of don't like the way uquiz seems to do results. I was hoping it would be a number tally? I used some sort of quiz making site #before where you weight the question responses with a number (so the 'Best' response is worth a 0 #The worst is worth like 5 points. and all the in between are like 1 - 4 points or something). So then it is actually possible to have a #''perfect score'' category (someone who gets a literal 0 points). and also you could weight some EXTREMELY bad answers #to add like +10 to the score instead of just +5. And someone who got the MAX possible points would be the WORST compatibility. etc.#But uquiz seems to just be like ''which category did you score towards the MOST'. So someone can give some pretty bad answers #that are VERY non compatible. but as long as MOST of their answers landed in a 'compatible' category #then they would still be listed as compatible despite still actually having some dealbreakers in there. Which is also possible with the #'every answer is a number amount' ranking system too. but I feel like that one does allow for a little more customization #and accuracy (like making the dealbreakers add like...+40 to the score or something so that #there's basically NO way that someone could answer with one of those and still get a good score. Or the ability to have a literal #'perfect score' (getting a zero) etc.#BUt anyway lol... inchresting.. inchresting... curious to consider maybe making a uquiz #for the characters in the gameI'm making like.. which npc are you type quiz or something #now that I've made one and seen how it works.. hrmm hrmm....#(< game will not even be done for like another year but still thinking about nonsense like this lol)

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avatarthelastairgender · 4 months

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i like reading other people's blog posts about utena episodes after i watch one, but the blog who keeps showing up as the first hit when you search these episodes up keeps reallllly annoying me :/

#there are two: someone who calls themselves the 'consulting analyst' and frequently has some good insights on the show #and one other person who keeps reacting to the episodes in a really grating way #like they seem to think they need to point out every time a character was an asshole and seem to think the point is to morally judge them #it's mildly annoying

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deus-and-the-machina · 7 days

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ffxiv garlemald discourse is so funny because people will go "ugh people just cant stand it when things aren't black and white" and then you look at how the empire are portrayed in stormblood and shadowbringers and its like hm. that seems like a pretty intense and accurate display of violent imperialism to me! Wow I wonder why people in this day and age may find it hard to feel sympathy for them or even hate them on principal. god its such a mystery.

the games like 50/50 to me on how it tackles these themes because I actually like the garlemald arc in EW, I think it has a lot of horrific and powerful scenes depicting how self destructive fascist propaganda and beliefs are, but I also think it doesn't go far enough on some fronts. the garleans' xenophobia is most notably and obstacle to getting them to accept the contingent's help, which is what they're there to do,

but there's never an admission of harm from any garleans on the uuuuuuuuh massive amount of war crimes the nations around them are still suffering from they're just kind of like "we misjudged you...but you actually wanted to help us all along" like yeah thats great now can we get you all some deprogramming because you keep talking about returning to your prime and glory days and I think we need to unpack some stuff you really SHOULDNT return to. im not even really talking about EW proper but the patches where things are a bit more chilled out and people are recovering.

It feels like they wanted to have their critique of imperialism and also have things end with the beauty of human connection and reaching out and these things just don't mesh well because hey a lot of your modern day audience is not gonna like having to treat people yelling xenophobic things at the cast and your character with kid gloves after you showed them hours and hours of the awful things these people's beliefs have done. especially in the present day hoo boy.

#im kind of torn between 'no characters dont need to be 'punished' to be redeemed but also the characters just being so lenient with the #colonizers after we see far too many people being lenient if not supportive of the colonizers irl. well. it really blows afslkjfalkf and #yeah you can argue if they'd gone through with the garlemald expansion they would've had more time to go into this but the fact is that its #absent from what they did do and I especially think the patches when we go to garlemald and the EW role quests going 'hey maybe the #provinces can help us rebuild' as if they'd have any goddamn right to ask that just make me feel like they didnt stick the landing #seeing all the characters who have suffering time and time again bc of the garleans or seen the results of their actions having to clamp #their mouths shut every time someone said something xenophobic in EW isnt satisfying and it leaves so much unsaid!#also some people feel like the narrative didnt blame emet enough but ngl I think thats reductive even with his micromanaging scheming littl #ass and the intention of garlemald turning out a shitshow that doesnt make anyone else less complicit. most governments like this exaggerat #and lie and spread propaganda but I dont think most people here excuse the actions of a bigot because 'they were raised that way'#this is also my issue with gaius' writing. hes primarily upset that ascians were behind what he thought was his good old fashioned natural #conquering ideology :( and doesnt it suck so much he killed people for it. like yeah he seems pretty aware what he did was wrong but his #ideology remains bizarrely intact and unchallenged by the characters around him. no dude it wasnt just the ascians the system is a lot more #complex than that by this point aaaaaugh #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #siren says #I hope people are nice to me about this I dont think I said anything particularly controversial to the Tumblr crowd (twt maybe but fuck em)#ig my main point with this post is that the game isnt perfect at writing this and also that look. I actually liked the main arc in EW and I #like quite a few garlean characters but I completely understand why others didnt like it or any garleans esp if they have their own persona #experiences with colonialism and I dont get to tell them they're invalid for that. too many people get judgmental about this understandably #upsetting topic and you just gotta accept that this is a big line for many people

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merrinla · 8 months

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Portrait spamming

Recent discovery. If you click on the portraits of the characters like crazy, they will react to it. And the developers had a lot of fun coding these reactions xD

Tav / Dark Urge

normal - I'm awake! Mostly. - I'm starting to get a headache. - Must be the tadpole. - Quit knocking around in there! - A thousand needlepricks in my rotten skull.

combat -Ahhhhhhhh! Okay, I feel better. - I have an itch in the worst place. - Is being a mind flayer so bad? - Just waiting to venture forth here. - I'm maiming as fast as I can!

stealth - What's that ticking? - Is it me? Am I ticking? - Bomb in my head about to go off. Great. - Ah, well. I had a good run.

Astarion

normal - Why do beautiful people taste better? It hardly seems fair on the ugly - they have such wonderful personalities. - Ugh. Strahd wouldn't put up with this shit. - More like Drizzt Don't'Urden - no. No that's not funny. - Villains! Dissemble no more, I admit the deed! Tear up the floor - here, here! It is the beating of his hideous hea- oh, no, that's his brain. Where did I leave that heart?

combat: - I'm trying to focus on murder. - *Humming.* - I shot a svirfneblin in Menzoberranzan just to watch him die. - I should've been a drow. They have such stylish armour.

stealth - Shhh. Just think sneaky thoughts. - Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP. - Be very, very quiet - I'm hunting idiots. - I've got a brand new torture chamber, so come and play with me.

Karlach

normal - NOTE TO ACTOR/DIRECTOR: Blow a raspberry at the player. - Don't. Poke. The Karlach. - Who am I? - My eye!

combat - Eyes on the prize - we need to win this! - Not every soldier should've made it out of training. - Eyes on victory, tummy on dinner. - I ought to just burn this whole thing down.

stealth - My back can't take much more of this. - Not now, I'm being a sneak! - I'm getting too old for this nonsense. - I'm not built to crouch.

Gale

normal - I hope Halaster takes good care of Tara while I'm away. - Sembian wine; Cormyrian boar; Waterdhavian conversation. It's the little things you miss while on the road. - Oh, what a tangled Weave we web! - All the world's my stage and you're just a player in it.

combat - Just go for the Magic Missile and fire away. Never fails. - Don't make me go all Edwin Odesseiron on you. - Get. Out. Of. My. Head. - I really wish I could cast a Hold spell on you.

stealth - You made me hide, don't make me come seek you. - Gods, it's like trying to sleep with a mosquito in the room. - A little privacy please. - Stop it - that tickles.

Wyll

normal - Could do for a brew. - Where there's a 'Wyll', there's a 'y'. - Ever get the sense that someone's watching? - So two halflings walk under a bar...

combat - Can't hear myself think! - Wear your scars proudly. - As my father once told me: 'Can we get on with it?' - I find moderation is key.

stealth - Bad time for an itch. - Could do for a brew. - So two halflings walk under a bar... - Shush. No, really. Shush.

Lae'zel

normal - Must everyone be so exhausting? - Weapons high. Standards higher. - Is perfection too much to ask? - Pride is a virtue.

combat - I will know my queen! - There is no right or wrong, only truth. - What is the point, if not victory? - You are right to fear me.

stealth - Hush already. - There is no wisdom in madness. - Is perfection too much to ask? - There is but one way. Vlaakith.

Shadowheart

all modes - I wonder how I'll feel when I remember everything. - Strange. I've had more freedom this past while than my whole life... - Have to keep focused. Can't afford to get attached - to anyone. - If I succeed, maybe I'll be allowed a pet... ugh, stop being silly.

Halsin / his voice is currently bugged :(

normal - What I would not give for a chunk of fresh honeycomb... - Such attention... I never realised I was so popular. - Are you feeling lonely, perhaps? - Unwise, perhaps, to poke a bear this much...

сombat - Battle is afoot - you can poke me once we are safe. - Perhaps try attacking the enemy? - Admirable stamina, yet terrible priorities. - You are insistent, are you not?

stealth - Most consider it unwise to poke a bear. - My, you are eager, are you not? - Please. I am trying to be stealthy. - Calm yourself. There is plenty of me to go around.

Jaheira

normal - Oh, calm down. I'm happy to see you too. - I would poke you back, but I fear that's what you want. - My, such strong wrists. - Well you certainly have the 'omnipresent' part down, don't you? - Please go poke the ranger instead.

combat - You have my attention - now do something with it. - What? What do you want!? - Do you know, I begin to wish they had never brought me back. - Yes, yes, have your fun. It isn't you they're trying to kill.

stealth - Dry those sweaty palms and let us try this again, shall we? - Argh, my knees! Oh. It was a twig. - Would that I could hide from you, too. - Careful, or I will take your toy away from you.

Minsc

normal - ARGH! My EYE, Boo! They went for my EYE! - Know that if you poke Boo, no higher dimension will keep you safe! - Heehee. Heeheeheehee. - Well, Boo? How do you want to do this?

сombat - Are you perchance a squeaky wheel in need of a kick? - I am armed! Armoured! And entirely sick of your foolishness. - I begin to grow annoyed. It is well for you that Boo does not let me learn the bad words! - Ignore them, Boo. Let them gaze deep into their own abyss, and wonder just what it is they are trying to achieve.

stealth - A little to the left? But not so hard you make me giggle. - Boo...? Are you dancing down there, or...? - Hush! I am surprising Boo for his birthday! He is... uh... eh... how old do hamsters get...? - I am the night. A pity, then, that it is so bright out.

Minthara

all modes - You had my attention, now you have my fury. - Phlar Lolth ssinssrickla. - Your suffering will be spectacular. - Stop, or die.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #karlach #gale #wyll #lae'zel #shadowheart #halsin #jaheira #minsc #minthara #funny stuff #bg3 datamine

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chicken noodle soup.

pairing: mattheo riddle x reader

song inspiration: is it really so strange? by the smiths

author's note: just a soft fluffy comfort fic cause i've been thinking about matty lately and i needed cheering up after the end of kwaf. let's all laugh at the fact that i set a 1k limit on this fic only to fail miserably lmao 😭

Mattheo Riddle was not a fan of Mondays.

Most of the time, Mattheo spent the first day of the week nursing a hangover and getting higher than a hippogriff at the Astronomy Tower with his friends to achieve equilibrium. The only thing he looked forward to every week was the prospect of riling you up in class. To be fair, it didn’t take much to get under your skin. Being himself seemed to do the trick.

As he walked through the castle halls, Mattheo smiled to himself as he plotted out all the different ways he could provoke you on this dreadful day. For some sick and twisted reason, he reveled in the fact that only he could manage to rouse such a violent reaction out of you. There was something satisfying about the way your eyes blazed, your rosy cheeks tinged with heat as you told him off.

Maybe he'd flirt with you today. Tell you how good you looked in your short little skirt. Watch as you turned as red as the tie around your neck. His pretty little Gryffindor good girl. In Mattheo's mind, you were his to tease and taunt.

With his usual swagger, Mattheo sauntered into Advanced Transfiguration fully prepared to test out his new tactics on his nemesis, but you were nowhere to be found.

At first, he figured that you were just running late. Throughout the duration of your rivalry, Mattheo had never once witnessed you skip class. He would’ve bet his entire cigarette supply that you’ve had perfect attendance since first year. When Professor McGonagall started the lesson and you were still missing in action, Mattheo was understandably concerned.

The uneasy feeling in his stomach didn’t mean that he was worried about you though. This was purely about mutual benefit. Mattheo couldn’t very well have his Transfigurations partner skipping out on lessons. Even though he regularly did so himself. But still, that was different. Everyone knew he was a delinquent. You, on the other hand, were anything but. Until today, you’ve probably never missed a class in your life.

Mattheo waited. Surprisingly, the two of you had the majority of your classes together. All of which dragged more than usual since you weren’t there to yell at him for dicking around. When you still hadn't turned up for Charms or Herbology, he became convinced that something was horribly wrong. Missing one lesson was alarming, but three in a row? That was entirely out of character for you.

When Professor Sprout finally dismissed the class, Mattheo sauntered over to Granger’s desk. As always, she was surrounded by her two dimwit friends who immediately tensed the second he loomed near. Potter and Weasley shot him matching menacing glares, but Mattheo ignored them entirely.

“Granger,” he drawled, leaning against the wooden desk. “Care to tell me where my partner’s been all day?”

The Gryffindor girl appeared a bit perturbed by the question. “Why do you want to know where Y/N is?”

Mattheo sighed in exasperation and produced the set of notes he’d taken during class. A first for him. He couldn’t remember the last time he actually listened to an entire lesson, let alone take notes, but he knew that you would have a million questions for him when you returned. The notes were his way of saving himself from your relentless interrogation.

“Figured the little know-it-all would want my notes.”

“Y/N is feeling a bit under the weather,” Hermione said cautiously. “I can take the notes to her if you’d like.”

“No.” Mattheo declared rather suddenly. He cleared his throat and attempted to smooth over the sharp response. “No, McGonagall tasked me with it. I don’t want her docking points from my house when she finds out that you did my dirty work for me.”

Hermione raised a brow. “Sure.” The quirk of her mouth told Mattheo that she wasn’t convinced by his excuse. “Well, Y/N is resting up in the tower if you fancy a visit.”

After a quick detour to the kitchens, Mattheo made his way over to Gryffindor tower. It was surprisingly easy to gain access to the lion’s den. He simply threatened a third year to let him in and got on with it. They truly needed to upgrade their security measures. One glare was all it took for Creevey to crumble and cave.

With a satisfied smirk, Mattheo walked past the gaudy common room. For Salazar's sake, hadn't the Gryffindors ever heard of subtlety? The decor consisted solely of crimson and gold and the furnishings looked like something out of that muggle show his nan loved to watch—Antiques Roadshow. Antique was right. The worn out couch that he passed looked older than him.

Merlin, now he was starting to sound like Malfoy. Mattheo hurried along before he caught the urge to fold origami notes and chuck it at Potter's head. Fortunately for him, the place was devoid of the Chosen One or anyone for that matter.

By now, his fellow classmates were all in the Great Hall eating dinner, which he was thankful for. It was no secret that Mattheo’s presence wouldn’t be welcome here and he wasn’t really in the mood to fight his way through the Gryffindors just to deliver a note from the kindness of his black heart. Thank Salazar that there wasn’t a single soul in the tower to bicker with. Until he reached your dorm, of course.

The relationship between the two of you was volatile to say the least. Despite Mattheo’s reputation, you weren’t shy about telling him off. When you were first assigned as partners, Mattheo had fully intended to let you do all the work while he skipped class to smoke, but he quickly realized that this would not be the case. You hunted him down at his hideout in the Astronomy Tower and discovered him blissfully sharing some premium grade mirthroot with Theo and Draco. When you found him, you were so angry that you dragged him by the ear all the way to the library, much to the amusement of his friends. Needless to say, Mattheo never missed a study session again.

In a way, Mattheo admired you for it. Aside from his friends, everyone in the castle feared him. It was sort of refreshing to have someone call him out on his shit. Especially if that someone was a funny, feisty, ferocious Gryffindor who he enjoyed pestering every chance that he got. Mattheo always did have a penchant for girls with an attitude problem.

Even as he knocked on your door, the Slytherin boy couldn’t help but chuckle to himself when he heard you grumbling from the other side.

“Oh, for Godric’s fucking sake, what is it now?”

The door swung open, revealing a very pissed off Y/N. Clad in striped pajamas and fuzzy bunny slippers, you placed a hand on your hip and frowned. Even in the throes of sickness, you still somehow managed to inject venom in your glare. Mattheo grinned like an idiot.

“Nice slippers, princess.”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “What do you want, Riddle?”

“To make sure my partner doesn’t slack.” He waved his set of notes around. “Don’t think your sickness excuses you from studying.”

“This is payback for making you revise with me after you fell off your broom and broke your arm, isn’t it?”

Mattheo cringed as he recalled the quidditch accident that sent him to the infirmary for a week. In true Y/N fashion, you were sitting by his bedside with a stack of books in your lap the second he woke up. Madam Pomfrey hadn't even put his arm in a sling yet before you were drilling him on proper spell enunciation and wand movements.

“You terrorized the infirmary with your mnemonics,” Mattheo said with a dramatic sigh. “It’s my turn now. This is sweet revenge, Y/N.”

You squinted at his barely legible handwriting. “I’m just surprised you took your head out of your arse long enough to take notes.”

“Glad to see that illness hasn’t lessened your bite. If anything, those teeth seem a little sharper than usual.” He leaned against the doorframe and smiled down at you. “Feeling a bit feral, princess?”

“Why don’t you come a little closer and find out?” you quipped, baring your teeth at the aggravating boy.

The gesture appeared intimidating for a full second until you sniffled and launched into a coughing fit, which made Mattheo frown.

“Are you alright?”

“Of course I am. I regularly cough my lungs out on nosy Slytherins whose sole purpose of existence is to make my life a living hell.”

He pressed the back of his hand against your forehead. The way his brow furrowed strangely resembled concern. Mattheo trained his chocolate brown eyes on you, examining the rosiness of your cheeks and the slight pinch of discomfort in your features.

"You're burning up." Mattheo's hand dropped from your forehead to the side of your neck. He pressed his fingers against your pulse point, feeling the erratic beating of your heart underneath his touch. It was strangely intimate. "You have an elevated heart rate."

You flushed and swatted his hand away. "Well, yes. That usually happens when one is ill."

"Come on, you should sit down."

"Don't tell me what to do, Riddle."

Mattheo rolled his eyes before dragging you by the elbow. Your protests fell on deaf ears as he barged his way into your dorm and walked you over to the bed. You watched as he pulled up a chair next to you before rifling through the contents of his backpack. Out of the sordid mess of his belongings, Mattheo produced a small container of soup. With a flick of his wand, he conjured a spoon.

“Here, have some of this. It should help.”

As soon as he pried the lid open, the heavenly smell of chicken noodle soup filled your senses. Mattheo scooped up an equal amount of soup and noodle and blew on it to cool it down before tilting it towards you. The sight of him offering you food like you were some helpless toddler was only slightly insulting. You swore to Godric that if Mattheo started making airplane sounds, you’d strangle the bloody twat.

“I can feed myself, you know.”

“Just eat the damn soup, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes in return, but obliged nonetheless. Despite the source, you could never resist comfort food.

“Chicken noodle soup?”

As soon as you tasted it, you knew that it wasn’t just soup. It was your favorite soup. The very same one that Winky made every third Wednesday of the month. You knew because you looked forward to it every time. It was even marked on your calendar. That’s how much you liked it.

Mattheo nodded absentmindedly. “Yeah, I know it’s your favorite so I bribed Winky to make some.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion. “How do you know it’s my favorite?”

For once in his life, Mattheo looked utterly uncomfortable. He averted his gaze and busied himself by stirring through the carrots and celery. “You, uh, mentioned it in class once.”

You couldn’t help but smile. Maybe it was the fever talking, but you thought that was sweet. “You remembered that?”

Mattheo looked up, a stray curl kissing the tops of his cheekbones as he met your gaze. The shy smile on his face was alarmingly endearing. Sometimes when you looked at those angelic curls and stupid big, brown eyes, you forgot that you were supposed to loathe him. “Of course. It’s my favorite too.”

You chuckled, sniffling a little. “It’s like a hug in a cup, right?”

The curly headed boy nodded. “It totally is.”

After you finished the soup, you expected Mattheo to take his leave. Instead, he inspected the vials of potions laying out on your night stand. He read through every label, frowning a little.

“You should really have some pepperup potion in here.” Mattheo remarked as he arranged the vials one by one. “Are you sure this dose is potent enough? Maybe you should ask them to brew something stronger.”

“Pomfrey prescribed them herself. No offense, but I think I’ll take her years of healing experience over your expert opinion.” Mattheo gasped rather dramatically, which made you chuckle. “As much as I appreciate the notes and the soup, I don't think it's wise for you to stick around. I’m feeling a bit better, but I might still be contagious.”

Mattheo shrugged. “It’s alright, I’m not scared of a little cold. Besides, I still have to go over the Transfiguration assignment with you.”

“Aren’t you worried that I’ll get you sick?”

“Not really,” he said, waving off your concern. “I know you’re going to pester me about everything you missed in class, so I figured I’d kill two birds with one stone.”

To your surprise, Mattheo’s notes were extremely detailed. It was a bit hard to read given his boyish scrawl, but with a little help in translation, you were making great progress in becoming fluent in Riddle. The more Mattheo explained the concepts and ideas that were discussed in each class, the more baffled you were. You've always known that he was smarter than he let on, but this was borderline impressive.

“How do you know all of that?”

“I asked.”

“You asked?” Mattheo stared blankly at your surprised expression. “You never ask questions in class.”

“I never had to since you're always there interrogating the professor like the little know-it-all that you are. Thanks to your absence, I had to fill your role in class today.”

You grinned. It grew wider and wider, spreading until your cheeks hurt. Mattheo glared at your joyous expression. “What? What’s that shit eating little grin for?”

“You missed me.”

Color flooded Mattheo’s cheeks. You were surprised to find how well crimson suited him. It was almost the exact shade of your house colors. “Don’t be ridiculous—”

“Riddle, you asked questions in class. You took notes for me. You brought me chicken noodle soup." Mattheo flushed as you pointed out the obvious. "You totally missed me.”

“If you tell anyone, I’ll hex you.”

“Admit it, Mattheo. Your day was utterly dull without me.”

Mattheo rolled his eyes, sighing in defeat. “Fine, you’ve got me. I was bored out of my mind without you around. How else am I supposed to pass the time if you’re not there for me to argue with?”

“There’s plenty of other people in the castle that you could bicker with.”

“Yeah, but they’re not you.”

He seemed a little shocked by his own statement, but he didn't try to retract it. In fact, Mattheo almost seemed resigned to it.

“Careful, Riddle. It almost sounds like you have a crush on me.”

“I’d have to be a bloody idiot to fall for a girl who absolutely despises me.”

“That wasn’t a denial, you know.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose like the very idea of it vexed him, but you caught the little smile he hid beneath his fingers. Mattheo snatched the notes from your hands. “Focus on the lesson, will you?” He grimaced as soon as the words left his mouth. “I can’t believe I’ve just said that. Look at what you’re doing to me, Y/N.”

“You’ll live, Riddle.” You poked a section of his notes that you hadn’t quite deciphered. “Now what in the bloody hell is the Gobstopper Ruffian?”

“The Goblin Rebellion. Merlin, my handwriting isn't that bad.”

“Are you kidding? A kindergartner writes more legibly than this.”

The hours passed while you bickered and bantered. You hated to admit it, but you missed arguing with him too. Laying in bed all day had you positively bored, but yet time passed within the blink of an eye as you went back and forth with Mattheo. Somewhere between discussing the possibility of Longbottom running an underground exotic plant ring and arguing over the best Smiths song, the sun had set over the horizon. Mattheo rubbed his eyes and yawned.

“You look knackered, Riddle,” you teased, patting the spot beside you. “Do you want to lie down for a bit?”

Chocolate brown eyes widened at you. “Lie down? With you? On your bed?”

“Yes, that’s typically how people do it.” You smirked as he shot you an apprehensive look. “Unless you’re too scared.”’

Never one to back down from a challenge, Mattheo lifted the covers and gestured for you to make room. “Scoot over, then.”

The jest seemed to have backfired on you because now Mattheo was crawling into bed and making himself completely at home. All the apprehension from earlier melted as he pulled you against him, his chest pressed against your back as he nuzzled into the crook of your shoulder. You stifled a giggle as Mattheo released a satisfied little sigh.

Mattheo wrapped his arms around you until you were covered in the scent of amber, cinnamon, and leather. You never expected to unearth the fact that Mattheo Riddle was a great cuddler, but yet here you were, reaping the benefits of this newfound revelation. He slipped his fingers through yours and nuzzled closer.

"Who would've known that Mattheo Riddle was such a great cuddler?"

"If you tell anyone—"

"You'll hex me. Put a curse on my family. Set my possessions on fire. Yes, I know, Riddle. You keep threatening me, but you never follow through. I'm starting to think that you're losing your touch."

Mattheo squeezed your hip before twining your legs together. "I wouldn't test me, Y/N. You're in a very vulnerable position right now."

You chuckled as he scooted even closer. "Maybe, but you won't do anything."

"Why's that, princess?"

"You like me too much," you retorted, chuckling as Mattheo buried his face in your hair. "One day without me and you're already a needy mess."

"You infuriate me," Mattheo whispered against your ear. "But you're also the best part of my day. I couldn't imagine fighting with anyone else but you, my dear nemesis."

"I totally loathe you, Mattheo Riddle."

He chuckled as you snuggled into him. "I loathe you too, Y/N Y/L/N."

The irony of the statement contrasted with how tangled up you were wasn't lost on you. For two people who supposedly hated each other, cuddling with your enemy had never felt so right. The steady beat of Mattheo's heart lulled you towards sleep. You were slowly succumbing to its hypnotic lullaby until Mattheo's voice broke through the silence.

“Y/N?” He murmured against your hair.

You shifted, your eyes feeling heavy as his warmth enveloped you. “Hmm?”

Mattheo’s voice was low and gravelly, flowing like honey in your ears. “This is nice.”

You smiled against the pillow, staring at your intertwined fingers. “Better than chicken noodle soup?”

You felt him grin against your skin before he leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss on your temple. “Way better than soup.”

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homunculus-argument · 8 months

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I know it would probably be a logistical nightmare to also make this accessible to the actual people represented, but I think it would be cool to have a game where the whole point is that every character has different limitations, that make it impossible or at least incredibly difficult to get past the whole game without switching them every once in a while, and the way you switch is by going to another character and asking their help with something.

Like you start out the game with one character and go "oh huh, the colour sceme of this game is really cool, really interesting use of such a limited palette", play through the puzzles for a while, and then encounter something where you're supposed to arrange some slightly differently coloured puzzle pieces to the right order by shade or something, and it's goddamn impossible. No matter how many methods you try, it's just not clicking, no matter how logical your solutions seem, no matter how clearly they can't be arranged in any other way that'd make more sense.

And maybe you go online to ask people "hey I'm stuck in the colour puzzle, what the hell am I supposed to do to get past this?" and someone tells you to go find one of the other playable characters and ask for their help. Which sounds patronising and stupid but you're stuck so you might as well give it a try. You go to one of the other characters, choosing the dialogue option to go "hey I need a hand with something, I can't do this on my own", and when they go "sure, let's go", your controls now switch to the other character.

And the colour scheme switches immediately. The aesthetic limited palette has changed to a far wider range, there's details in the environment that you hadn't noticed, like the muted faint flowers on the ground are actually bright red, the greyish shirt that your first character was wearing is actually striped with orange and green. The first POV character is colourblind, this whole time you haven't been able to perceive the difference between green and red. Solving the colour arranging puzzle with the other character is a breeze.

And this is the repeating theme of the game - every character has their own limitations, and while none of the puzzles are easy, you learn to think "maybe I should ask someone to help me with this" whenever you've been stuck for an unreasonable amount of time. You need to grab a buddy along for the quests, or you'll need to go back to get one eventually, and the way the game is structured somehow ensures that you can't just tactically dodge the limitation puzzles beforehand. Deaf character's POV doesn't have the audio clues that different pieces of the same puzzle make a different clicking sound, the puzzle with garbled numbers on it stops being garbled when you're not playing the character with dyscalculia.

You slowly get to know the whole cast, and occasionally help them out with things, too. You know which character could probably help with something you're stuck with, but while they'd be glad to come help, they're unfortunately stuck doing some task that could take you 20 minutes but is going to take them all afternoon, and you can offer help. Sometimes the helping-a-buddy-out minigames don't come with any direct transactional reward, you can just help a friend with something just because you can.

And the game's whole goal isn't to just illustrate how different people have different strengths, and sometimes things that are easy for you are hard for someone else, and vice versa, but to condition the player to think "maybe I should just ask someone to help, instead of wasting time struggling on my own."

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bedoballoons · 8 months

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Yandere Tighnari, Venti, lyney, Freminet and Aether finding out Reader isn't really into short guys They're into someone bigger and taller {{Itto For Aether, Alhaitham for Tighnari, Nevillete for both Lyney and Freminet and Zhongli for Venti}}

I READ THIS AND WAS LIKE YESSSSSS!!! (As a short person I find this hilarious and your idea is literally genius!) I hope you enjoy and thank you so much for your request!

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿─

{༻~Just not that into short bois~༺}

CW: Yandere themes!, characters are obsessive to the point of wanting to harm others so they can't take you, unrequited love, intense jealousy, mild angst! Lyney makes Neuvillette disappear! Also this is much longer than I meant it to be...what can I say, I like yanderes!

(Includes: Lyney, Tighnari, Venti, Freminet, and Aether!)

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𑁍༄Lyney:

Lyney had been told no many times in his life,in fact he couldn't even count how many people said he could never be a famous magician...and yet he'd proved every single one of them wrong. He simply couldn't stand not working towards something everyone else claimed was impossible, because in his eyes anything was possible, so when you confided in him about your feelings towards Neuvillette and stated that you found him more charming because of his height, even going so far as to mention you didn't really like short men as much...he just couldn't give up so easily.

He was madly in love with you, to the point it had become more than obsession, he'd seek you out anytime he'd left his home and any show he'd make sure to wink at you the moment his eyes met yours, he was so head over heels for you that he was physically unable to think about anyone or anything else. This also meant he wouldn't let anyone take you...especially just because they were taller...absolutely not.

So for his next show he planned something extra special, a magic trick truly wonderful in everyway...and as the crowd cheered, watching in awe when the box that had contained the chief of justice disappeared before their very eyes...none of them were aware he wouldn't show back up again...at least not for along while. Not until Lyney had found a way to make you love him, not until you...the most precious beautiful thing in all the world...was his.

𑁍༄Tighnari:

Tighnari stood next to you, his ears drooping with regret as he watched you flirt away with Alhaitham, his tall muscular figure drawing you to him like a moth to a flame...making you completely forget about the one who'd brought you together in the first place. It was like some cruel trick of fate...especially considering Tighnari had planned to confess his feelings for you that same day...and now it seemed like it would do no good..

He tapped your shoulder, not waiting for your response as he intertwined his hand with yours, pulling you away from Alhaitham as quickly as possible...and silently hoping you'd leave the whole situation at that. You on the other hand were not so happy with him, wanting desperately to continue your conversation with the handsome scribe..., "Tighnari what was that about? I was really getting along with-" He put a gloved finger to your lips, making you go quiet, his heart racing as he looked deep into your eyes.

"I love you...so much. I can't even really wrap my head around my feelings because they are so intense...it's like I need you just to keep going...like you're the thing I simply cannot live without. Even the air I breathe isn't as important as you are...." His confession was a bit much to say the least and adding to it was the kiss he placed on your forehead, causing you to jerk away from him.

"I'm sorry...but I don't feel that way for you..." Your words spilled out before you could stop them, your heart racing with fear at the change in his mannerisms...he didn't even respond...he just stood there...like he was plotting something and you...were about to find out just how crazy his love for you actually was.

𑁍༄Venti:

"I actually do have feelings for someone."

The second those words left your lips Ventis heart began to race, his mind clouded over with thoughts of you confessing to him and telling him you loved him...it was all he wanted. No, it was all he needed! He tried his best to calm himself down, taking a sip of wine before responding like someone who was completely clueless of the others feelings would, "Oh ho ho and who would that lucky person be hmm?"

A blush coated your cheeks followed by a sweet flustered smile that could make even Lord Barbatos swoon and boy was he...until you answered, "I like Mr. Zhongli~" You giggled nervously, not noticing how pale Venti went the second he heard the name...how the part of the wine bottle he'd been holding had shattered, much like his heart...you didn't even notice the hurt tone of his voice when he asked, "What does that old blockhead have that I don't?"

The question definitely took you by surprise, but you assumed he wasn't being serious and decided to answer truthfully, "Well he's a bit more refined...and I like his voice, but most of all he's so tall! I'm sorry Venti but I just can't imagine myself with someone...so tiny." The anemo archon was speechless...hatred seeping into his very being and jealousy getting the better of him. He stood up without another word and left, leaving you wondering what had happened...

𑁍༄Freminet:

Freminet was completely silent, his face bright red and burning with a rage he'd never felt before, his hands barely able to keep steady as jealousy ate away at his once calm heart heart. All he wanted was you...your love, that sweet smile that he craved to see everyday, but here you were, sitting Infront of him with this doe eyed look on your face as you fawned all over none other than the chief of justice. Mentioning more than once how tall and handsome he was, how incredible it would to have a man like him around.

"Enough."

You paused mid sentence, caught off guard by the amount of malice in his once kind sweet voice, watching as he stood up from his seat, your mouth slightly agape. You'd never seen him like this before...so angry and confident, it was scary...yet also a little exciting. After a moment of silence you'd worked up the courage to say something...but you didn't even manage to get a single word out as he grabbed the front of your shirt and pulled you harshly towards him, making you let out nothing more than a sharp gasp.

Your face went red, pure shock displaying itself on your features as he leaned in closer, his light purple eyes seemingly staring into your soul as his whispers grazed your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, "Hush now my love...you don't need him...I promise~"

𑁍༄Aether:

Aether was always there to help someone, so reliable in fact, that everyone called on him whenever there was a issue and including you, after all he'd saved you from many close calls...even saving your life a few times in the process and for that you were incredibly grateful, but alas you were still not in love with him. He on the other hand couldn't get enough of you, he just wanted to be near you all the time...be your hero and love you like nobody else ever could.

He...however wasn't the only person who could save someone and when the friendly neighborhood oni stepped in to save you, Aether was anything but pleased... especially when he saw the difference in how you acted. Yes your gratitude was the same...but you'd gotten all flustered at the onis impressive figure, touching the large man's chest while your face heated with such a strong blush and everyone around you cheered him on.

Aether was more than a little upset, suddenly understanding that he clearly wasn't your type and that he probably would never be, he just couldn't stand it! How could you, the person he'd do absolutely anything for...be so enraptured by someone else...just because they were bigger than him. No, he wouldn't let it stand, he'd fight for you, even if it meant doing things he could regret later on...it didn't matter, not anymore. You were all he cared about...all that mattered.

Just. You.

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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚Have a nice day*⁠.⁠✧

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