#that’s why Handi can speak like a normal person

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Make Love, Not Porn

Heat Signature

HHJ

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18+ content — minors, do not interact

wc: 5.9k

Synopsis: You crave a life of normalcy, he craves you. And he'd do anything to keep you, even if you're for the world to see

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, barista!hyunjin x camgirl!reader, masturbation (m, f), teasing, cum eating, (slight) orgasm denial, (also -ish) voyeurism, (not a warning but) open conversations about sex, he’s a little shit but also just a fanboy

Past Broadcasts : Play Time!

Live : Heat Signature

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He waited for you.

He waited and waited and waited, for days until he’d finally given up hope that you were going to show face again.

Hyunjin wasn’t even sure you were from the area. For all he knew, you lived a few hours plane ride away. There was no way for him to know.

He’d thought about you every day since, watched every stream and used most of his tips and paycheck to tip you so that you’d remember who he was. It worked, whenever the dinging noise from other patrons tipping died down, there was a moment where he’d rapid fire click the button and you’d know, it was him.

The day after seeing you in person, Hyunjin barely had the mind to put your image down onto paper to immortalize. His minor hobby in doodling came in handy when there was downtime during his shift at the coffee shop. There was an unlimited supply of blank coffee cup sleeves and markers, enough room for his artistic freedom to run wild with images of you and your pretty hands, heavenly voice that he’s been encapsulated with ever since.

Hyunjin kept his doodles in his apron pocket with him at all times. If anyone were to ever see them he swears he’d burst into flames out of embarrassment. How is he stumbling beneath his own feet over someone he’s met once?

But it doesn’t feel like you’ve only met once, he feels like he’s known you for a lifetime. The way you spoke during your cams, you were speaking to him. You had to be. You had to have seen him.

The voice in his head had Hyunjin summing up your absence to the fact that you were simply too busy for coffee. Yeah, that was what he chose to believe, definitely not the fact that he was acting literally insane and scared you into never setting foot in their store ever again.

The universe was listening to him, today of all days. Another early morning and he hadn’t even noticed you walk in at first, after two weeks he’d given up on hoping you’d come back. Imagine his surprise when he’s put on the register and sees you walk up to the counter.

“Ice– iced chai and three blonde shots, right?”

You were taken aback, you’d hadn’t been here in a while, two weeks to be exact. What was this cute, strange barista doing memorizing your order? And why is he looking at you like he’s picturing you naked?

“Yeah,” you replied slowly, narrowing your gaze at his pretty features.

He really was weird, his hands were shaking as he input your order, as he took your card and handed it back. When he was done ringing you up, he didn’t hand you the receipt but rather stared at you again. “Are you okay…” you glanced at his name tag, “Hyunjin?”

Oh, his cock twitched.

Be fucking normal. She’s just a person, for fucks sake. Stop being a weirdo. God, you’re embarrassing. 

“Y— yeah! It’s just…” Hyunjin’s heart sped up. This was his opportunity to ask you out, compliment you… But instead he asks, “can I have a name for the order?”

That wasn’t what you were expecting. For a second your heart stopped thinking that he had recognized you… Again, impossible, you had been too careful to let anything slip.

“You know my order but not my name?” A dry laugh and awkward but relaxed shrug, you tell him your name and the barista lets out a little inaudible stutter, a small smile spreading across your lips at his endearing reaction,

His head raised to meet your gaze again, “it’ll be out in a minute, pretty.”

Ballsy. Fucking ballsy. You have the most massive pair ever. Wait, she smiled… She smiled?? She’s still smiling? Oh, she’s walking away… I think that worked?

Why were you smiling? And why was your tummy fluttering? A cute barista complimenting you? That was nothing in comparison to the millions of adoring words you receive through your social media and live streams. So why was he any different? Stop smiling, you look stupid.

It really only took a minute, true to Hyunjin’s words. You didn’t expect him to be the one holding your drink at the pick up counter, the way your name rolling off his tongue making your adrenaline rush. 

What you didn’t see was him forcing his closest coworker to stand on register so he could be the one to make your drink. The finishing touch was the real kicker. Though it was a cold drink, Hyunjin fished out one of the doodled cup sleeves, the best one he’d drawn, and shyly wrote on the side of it before slipping it on and calling your name. He tried to hide his excitement and nervousness by trilling his voice a little more sing-song to get your attention.

You walked a little too fast towards the black haired barista, catching yourself and slowing as you came closer. He had a smirk that made your knees wobble just a tad bit before he held the drink out for you. Both your eyes met as you grazed his fingertips to pass over the cup, a shot of warmth shooting up your arm with a tingle as he lingered.

“Thank you, Hyunjin.”

“My pleasure, Y/N.”

Just the way he said your name made you want to fold in half. Maybe let him fold you in half. Definitely let him fold you in half. 

You hadn’t taken a sip of the drink until you got home, too giddy the entire walk to do anything but clutch it in your hands. But when you did sip on it, you verbally let out a, “mmm!” to no one but yourself.

Hours had gone by of you doing your regular chores and such that you do on your off days. Dirty clothes in the laundry, groceries were put away, now would be a good time to prepare dinner. You had just tossed the now empty to go cup in the trash when the smeared ink on the cardboard cup sleeve caught your eye. You had to dig it out of the trash, but it didn’t seem much out of order other than the wet marks from the earlier drink’s condensation.

There was a drawing, smudged but definitely still there. A small drawing of a girl’s side profile with fingers pressed to her lips like she was holding a cigarette, except she wasn’t. She’s simply touching her lips, depicted in a way that made her look so delicate despite the harsh black ink that carved her into the cardboard. She was pretty. It was probably his girlfriend, more than likely he didn’t think about what sleeve he grabbed and rushed to cup your drink with the one he’d drawn her on. Why did that make your stomach sink a little?

Still, it was a nice drawing. As you slipped it off the cup, you saw the words that made your stomach entirely fall out of your ass.

Sweetheart. 

Hyunjin waited again for you to return. When you didn’t the next day he was sure he scared you off. There was a reason you remained anonymous, to avoid situations exactly like this one. He just couldn’t help himself. If you freaked out, he’d act clueless and make an excuse to say it was only a cute nickname. He hoped you wouldn’t take it like that, however the fact that it took you another week and a half to come back to the coffee shop told him that was probably what you thought.

You avoided his gaze when you came into the shop for the third time. There was no line for once, but then again, it was way past the morning when you’d come the first few visits. 

Hyunjin’s breath hitched when you came straight up to the counter and met his eyes timidly, darting around as if you were scared to truly look at him.

“The usual?” He asked, hoping the sincerity in his voice would ease your clear distress.

“N— no… No drink…” Your words trailed off and Hyunjin felt himself starting to panic.

“I’m not a stalker, I swear. I just really… admire your work? For lack of a better phrase.” The genuineness could be felt in the air between you, and it made you want to trust him. But still, there’s always lingering doubt.

You lowered your voice and held out the doodled cup sleeve, “maybe you should keep the drawings of your girlfriend somewhere you won’t give to someone else you’ve seen naked.”

“What?” Hyunjin stared at you, blinking soullessly.

He had expected you to yell at him, scream, make a scene and call him all kinds of names. This was not on his bingo card.

“Your… your girlfriend?” You raised up the drawing and he laughed. A full belly laugh that made his shoulders shake and luscious black hair fall into his handsome, handsome face. “I’m very confused right now.”

“Oh, you’re so pretty.”

“I don’t know you well enough for you to be making fun of me.” 

“I’m off in thirty minutes. Wanna get coffee?” It was your turn to stare blankly at him. He smiled again shyly, “barista joke, forget it. But seriously, can we… maybe talk?”

“You just wanna talk?”

“Yeah.”

“…Alright.”

“I’ll call your name when your drink’s ready.”

“I didn’t order—“

“On the house,” Hyunjin leaned both hands into the counter, tipped his head slightly down, and smirked. Like a fucking player. That stupid smile, you don’t even know the guy and still want to simultaneously kiss him and slap that grin off his face. A frown and a nod, you sit at an empty table in the corner.

Less than five minutes later, Hyunjin is walking over to you with the drink in hand and he takes the open seat across from you.

“Aren’t you still working?”

“You’re the only one here.” You glance around the room, the shop is completely empty. 

“A filthy blonde chai, plus one more shot.” The drink is slid over to you by large, polished hands. “I’m not sure what they call a triple espresso chai… Most people usually stop at two. But, I don’t think you’re like most people.”

“Only a barista would use that line.”

“Honestly, I’m shitting bricks just sitting in front of you and I’m so glad I can barely hear myself over the music in this place because I wanted to melt into the floor as soon as I said it.”

The way he spoke was cute, like he couldn’t get himself to stop talking. “Are you fangirling right now?”

Hyunjin’s ears tinted a bright red and felt his cheeks flush with warmth. “Yeah, a little.”

“Over a pornstar?”

“To be fair you’re not a pornstar, you're a camgirl.”

“I don��t think that makes it any better.”

“For me or you?”

“…Both, I guess.”

He bit his plush bottom lip before letting slip from between his teeth, simply looking at you. “If it makes you feel better, you’re the only one I follow.”

It took you a minute to sit with that information, the entire ordeal was strange and you weren’t entirely sure what compelled you to come back to the shop in the first place. Within your silence, nothing actually processed in your head, there were no thoughts. Your career required you to be strategic as one wrong move could bring everything crashing down. As you sat in front of Hyunjin, the awkwardly suave, raven haired barista that makes a mean triple blonde chai, you realized how much you liked not having to think. 

“You’re the only one I watch, actually,” he continues to ramble in the lingering silence. “There really isn’t anything else– or, anyone else that I want to watch. That sounds… really gross now that I’m saying it out loud… I’m sorry, I’m– you make me really nervous. I don’t even know why, I don’t even know you. I mean, I do know you, but I only just met you. A– and I only knew who you were because of your voice. The way you speak– I love the sound of it. I could listen to you talk all day.”

You only stared at him with an unreadable expression, keeping your heart-fluttered cards close to your chest. “That does make me feel a little better,” you admitted softly. “But you’re not a stalker?”

Hyunjin leaned onto his elbows on the table. Even sitting and slouching, he had to look down at you. “Sweetheart, you walked into my shop, remember? I’ve been working here longer than you’ve been streaming. You came to me.”

Not. A. Single. Thought. 

How quickly he could go from a stuttering mess to acting like a cocky jackass gave you whiplash, you literally couldn’t predict what would come out of his mouth next. All that made your brain totally empty, words couldn’t form in your mouth to respond back.

Hyunjin reached across the table for where your hands played with the cup sleeve. His touch made warmth flood through your skin, up your arms and into your cheeks. He took the cardboard and held it next to your reddening face. “You really couldn’t tell?”

“I can tell that you should probably inform your girlfriend of the massive crush you have on a camgirl.”

He huffed and leaned back in his chair, tossing the cup sleeve between the two of you. “It’s not my girlfriend. It’s you.”

“What?! I don’t look like that!” You grabbed the drawing to examine closer, still not seeing the comparison. 

“You look exactly like that! Maybe the marker I used was too thick, but it’s definitely you.”

“No, I mean this girl is… It’s not me.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Your head shot up to look at him. Was he really agreeing with you right now? “You’re waaay prettier than this. I had only seen you one time when I drew it, didn’t get to really look at your features. Was kinda starstruck, ya know?”

“...The more you talk, I can’t tell what you want from me.”

“Why do I have to want something from you to get to know you?”

What was his deal? Was he dense? Was there a sign on your back that said, “fuck with me?” This was a joke and no one was laughing but him. There was no reason for him to want to even talk with you, there had to be another reason. It didn’t make any sense.

“Everyone wants something. What do you want?”

Hyunjin leaned further forward and stared straight into your eyes, “to know you.”

How badly did you want to look away, but Hyunjin made it so hard. He kept the eye contact so steady, blindly reaching for your hand across the table and simply holding your fingertips with his, hardly even touching and the combination was still so deadly. His thumb rubbed lightly over your knuckles and you couldn’t help but lean in closer to him as well, furrow in his brow from the seriousness turn the conversation has taken only deepening.

He couldn’t read you as much as he tried. There was your poker face you’d mastered after the last person you’d cared about enough to take back to your showroom. Hyunjin didn’t know that, or even needed to know that, but you were weirdly comfortable around him. As uncanny as everything leading up to this was, your mouth moved on its own.

“Why do you deserve to?”

“Someone hurt you… badly, didn’t they? So much that you’re questioning why I want to know you as a person and not just a body.”

“Why do you keep talking like you know my life story? You don’t know me!”

“That’s kinda the whole point. I want to! You keep saying I don’t know you, so let me!” His voice raised slightly as yours did, mimicking your frustration.

And honestly, you couldn’t blame him. You were being annoying about this on purpose, you needed to push his buttons to see if he was going to be true to his word. If he wasn’t he’ll bow out quick after realizing you’re not worth all the effort. If he is… you hope for your heart he isn’t. But you want it so badly at the same time, you crave it. You’ve dreamed and fantasized of someone wanting you and only you, doing everything in their power to keep you, cherish you, make you feel so loved that they’d die if they couldn’t tell you that you meant more than the world to them. The kind of love that most people in your line of work gave up on a long time ago.

That’s the goal, isn’t it? To be loved? That’s what’s supposed to be the end game. If everyone is after it, why isn’t it easier to find? 

“I have a livestream in two hours…” your voice quivered. Why were you telling him this?

“You do…” his was steady. Why is he still holding your hand?

“I want to trust you.” You wanted to hide under a rock. Why do you like him holding your hand?

“You’re doing the best you can.” He seems so honest. Why are you still scared?

“You get one chance. If you’re serious, maybe I’ll keep you around.” His smile is so sweet. What is happening?

“That’s all I need.”

Fuck, he’s here. Why is he in your apartment? Why did you bring him back here? Stupid, stupid, stupid. You were already regretting it when you led him through the threshold and removed your shoes. He complimented your place, said it smelled nice. That’s a good sign, but this was out of your comfort zone.

Way, way, waaay out of your comfort zone.

Is this self-destructive? It is, yet you’re doing it anyway. You already broke rule number 4: don’t give everything all at once. You bulldozed through it, actually, dust and cement and rubble in the wake of your metaphorical path to lead him into your home and towards your showroom.

You led him towards the bed that was to the side of your streaming desk so you could see him past the monitors. Hyunjin was hesitant and sat as close to the edge as possible. As you say next to him, you could smell the coffee that seemed to seep from his pores, bitter but still sweet, energizing but would let it lull you to sleep. His gaze didn’t stray around the room, he didn’t even bother looking at your set up, focused on the way your shoulders relaxed and looked to be slightly less timid.

Hyunjin didn’t know where to put his hands, keeping them in his lap as you reached up to tuck his hair behind his ear. “Why am I here, Y/N?”

“You’re going to help me.” His eyes grew wide in shock, mouth parting slightly. “Not like that, get your mind out of the gutter.” The force of which he closed his mouth made his teeth audibly knock together. 

Hyunjin wanted to melt under the sudden intensity of your gaze, still playing with the tips of his hair at the nape of his neck while staring at him like a lion to a gazelle. “You get to look, but not touch… me.”

His eyebrows shot up, “what?”

“You heard me,” you leaned in closer, so close he could feel your warm breath on his cheek. Hyunjin was frozen solid and you haven’t even done anything yet, but he was ready to do anything you asked him to. Into his ear, you whispered, “look, no touching.”

It was just a peck. A simple peck of your lips to his cheek, that was all and it made Hyunjin’s entire body shake out of excitement. He got hard instantly and tried to adjust his pants so you couldn’t see the very obvious tent. Not for his efforts, you saw anyway and giggled. Oh, your laugh was so pretty, so innocent sounding despite the very unholy acts you were about to participate in. The same unholy acts he was about to participate in, too.

“Is this okay?” You asked, lips still close to his cheek. Hyunjin nodded rapidly, wanting to turn so you’d kiss him for real. “I need you to tell me, with your words, baby.”

“Y— yes, more.” There was a shudder in his voice, a very obviously excited one at that. 

You placed another gentle kiss to his cheek, “more what?”

Hyunjin leaned in so you were cheek to cheek, “more kisses, please.”

“What’s got you so worked up? Haven’t done anything,” you cooed back, threading your fingers through his hair and his entire body shivered. “You like when I call you baby?”

He nodded again and leaned into your hand, the only downside of that was it pulled his face from yours. Hyunjin debated on cupping your cheek, but you’d said no touching and he wanted to be good for you. Even though his first instinct was to reach out, he stayed put, letting that energy flow into gripping the sheets below him. 

You didn’t pull his hair, didn’t do anything but keep your hand tangled in it but the feeling made him shut his eyes. You were really here, holding him like this, talking to him the way he’d always imagined. The fact that you even considered giving him the time of day made him wonder if this was real life anymore.

“I thought you would. You’re my favorite, too.”

Hyunjin couldn’t stop himself, you were saying all the right words. He pulled away for a split second to look at

you in awe, then crash his lips against yours in a fevered kiss, searing hot and so, so needy. He whined into your mouth, completely lost in the sensation while you were taken slightly by surprise. Not in a bad way, you were just happy he’d been able to restrain himself for this long in the first place.

You kissed him back, just for a second before tearing him away by the back of the hair. Caught off guard, he softly whimpered at the harshness, then tried to follow your lips again but was unable. “No touching. If you can’t follow directions—“

“I can, I can! I promise.”

Huffing, you tossed him back to lay his head into the pillows. A devious smile played along his lips as his heart rate slowed again, “you liked it, though. I felt you kiss me back.”

You raised an eyebrow, moving to kneel onto the mattress beside him. “Hm, I can’t recall.”

It stung his heart a little, but he knew it was just an act. It was your way of riling him up.

You didn’t touch him now, there was still a few centimeters of space between your bodies and he could still feel your lips on his. His chest leveling out, erection in his pants painfully throbbing in his jeans, looking up at you with the best puppy dog eyes he could conjure, Hyunjin could die happy if you pat his back like after a sports match and sent him home.

But you didn’t. You didn’t move, you just looked at him. It made him slightly nervous only because he couldn’t be sure what you were thinking.

Hyunjin sat up on his elbows, “what are you gonna do to me?” Not an ounce of fear in his voice, pure curiosity and anticipation.

“I’m not gonna do anything.” His eyes followed you as you stood to walk towards your computers. It wasn’t until now did he see you sit in the chair he’d been watching you in since the start of your career. Seeing it in person made his chest feel warm, like knowing this bit of information was as if he’d truly been with you this entire time from the start.

You didn’t look at him as you typed at your computer for a moment, clicking the mouse a few times, and suddenly Hyunjin’s phone went off. He fished it out of his pocket to find a notification from that godforsaken website, “live soon, hardcandysweetheart: heat signature.”

“Am I gonna be on—“

“No, I wouldn’t throw you to the wolves like that.”

“…What does heat signature mean?”

“Our little secret,” you made your way back to the bed, taking your spot next to Hyunjin once more. This time, though, your hand was placed next to his thigh, a little too close for comfort. Softly did your fingers play with the hem, Hyunjin darted his eyes down then back up to your face, feeling his chest heating up again. “No one knows that I’m not alone. No one knows I have you here with me, watching me, drooling over me. You’re the only one that gets to see everything. Straight into to the warmest parts of me.”

All the blood he had left in his head rushed straight to his cock, making Hyunjin even harder, if that was possible. “Please, touch me,” he found himself begging.

The laugh you let out was menacing, it made him cower back slightly. “You’re brave, I’ll give you that. But no. I want you to touch yourself for me.”

“What?” Hyunjin asked louder, a little more embarrassed now that you’d furrowed your brows at him and tilted your head. His chest deflated at your clear annoyance.

“It’s a very intimate thing,” you started, softening your eyes as his pride crumbled little by little. “Sometimes, I think it’s more intimate than sex itself, showing your partner how you like to be pleasured. It’s the key to a person’s body and mind. If you know what place to touch, how to touch them, they’re yours. If you make them cum, you own them.”

Well when you explain it like that, Hyunjin can’t help but feel sorry for snapping. It makes sense to him, “knowledge is power.”

“Knowledge is power. Sex is more than physical. It’s emotional, mental— it’s everything before the clothes come off and everything after you both cum. If you feel seen, then your partner is doing something right.”

A few silent seconds, you could tell he understood by the way he was looking at you; ready to comply with any request. Hyunjin loved the way you talk so freely about sex, like it was just another conversation because it is. It’s nothing to be ashamed about and it’s not taboo. Your nonchalant, yet very caring attitude about the topic of sex made him feel more comfortable than any ex partner ever had when he was actually naked in front of them.

“Can I take my pants off now?”

You rolled your eyes, “keep your underwear on.”

Hyunjin thought he was fast before, this was a new record. Clothes were off in the blink of an eye— at least, his were. You eyed him up and down as he stripped and stood at the foot of the bed for your next instruction. “On your back.” He clambered onto the bed, not even caring that you were still fully dressed and he was in nothing but his boxers.

“Close your eyes.” He did. But only after he took a long, adoring stare into yours. “Did kissing me get you this hard, baby?” Hyunjin nodded, clawing at the sheets to keep himself contained.

You chuckled softly, “that makes me happy. This should be easy for you, then.” The bed shifted beside him and suddenly heat was swallowing him whole. Your breath tickled his neck, feeling you sitting closer to his head as you continued to talk to him. “When I first saw you, I didn’t think anything of it.”

What a boner killer. Not his boner, though.

“Then when you smiled at me, I thought it was just to get you some extra tips. Clearly, it worked. This is a pretty big tip. You have such a pretty smile.” Hyunjin’s hips kicked up just slightly. He couldn’t see it, but you were smirking at how easy he was to work up.

“Such a pretty smile, but such a dirty mind. I wanna know,” your lips pressed against the shell of his ear. “Tell me, baby. What do you think about when you touch yourself?”

“You,” he answered immediately, fighting the urge to palm at his twitching dick.

Gently as not to startle him, you unclenched his hands from the sheets and moved them towards where he needed it most, keeping your hands to yourself as soon as he got the idea.

“Me? That’s sweet,” you were sincere, flattered. “What about me?”

Hyunjin rubbed the heel of his palm hard into his cock through the thin fabric. There was already a darkening wet patch, your mouth watered at how much he was leaking. You couldn’t lie to yourself, he was big. Not so much girth, but just the right width with a little extra length and it made your pussy clench at the prospect of what could be. 

“Mmph— your hands. So pretty, want them around my throat.” Just the light graze of your fingernails raking across his neck made Hyunjin buck up into his own hands. “An— and your thighs. Looks so soft, I wanna bite into them.”

“And mark me up? Wanna leave pretty bruises for everyone to see?”

“Fuck, yes!” He pressed harder, resisting from sticking his hand down his pants. Obviously, you couldn’t have that, you were in a time crunch.

“Underwear off.”

“Thank god,” he rushed to shove them down, not even past his knees before he grabbed his cock and began to tightly fist himself.

There was a messy coating of precum over the tip, glistening in the soft warm pink and yellow mood lighting. He really did have a pretty cock, assumptions right in that he was perfectly proportioned with girth and length, looking oh-so-suckable.

“Fuck, keep talking. Please.”

“What is it about me that really gets you off? Hm? You like how amateur and naïve I act? Or is it that you can imagine any girl’s face when I touch myself?”

“No, no,” he whined, tightening his first around the upper half of his dick, short but hard ruts into the fleshy ring. 

“No? Then what is it, baby?”

“Your voice— god, fucking hell. The way you speak, the way you talk like you’re only talking to me. Like you only want me, that there’s no one else that you need and I’m the only one who can make you feel so fucking good— fuck!”

He was leaking more and more to puddle onto his abdomen. You reached over to dip the tip of your finger into it, swirling around in the mess before bringing the coated digit back up to his mouth. “Open.” He did, and closed as soon as he felt your finger press onto his tongue. Hyunjin moaned at the taste of himself, not at all put off but rather throbbing even harder.

“What would you do to me if I gave you the chance?” You asked quietly, genuinely curious as he swirled his tongue around your cleanly-licked finger. 

The question erupted a louder groan from deep within his chest, hardly muffled by the weight on his tongue. You stole it away so he could talk, secretly putting it into your mouth as his eyes were still closed to get a little glimpse more of what he tastes like. 

“Make you be a little pillow princess at first. Wouldn’t let you lift a finger and kiss you everywhere. Hard.” You liked that idea, pressing your legs together. “Wanna taste your pussy so bad. I’d eat you out until you’d be begging for me to stop and fuck you. No, I wouldn’t. I’ll feast on you for as long as I fucking want— only if you use your safe word would I stop.” He murmured that last part a little softer. How sweet.

Hyunjin sped up his movements, gathering the leaking fluids to use as lubricant and letting the wet sounds fill the room.

“Would you make me cum?” It was an innocent question.

“Would I?” But he took offense to it. “I’d make you cum all night long if you wanted. With my mouth— in my mouth. On my cock, make you hump my thigh like you do with those stupid fucking toys. God, I hate them and I love them, they always make you cum so hard. I can do that, too. I can make you cum so hard you’ll never wanna come back down. Fucking shit, want you to ride my thigh so badly. Want you to wanna fuck me all day, everyday, want you to think of me the way I think of you.”

His stomach was tensing, reaching down with the other hand to fondle his balls. You watched every one of his movements, memorized the places he reacted to the most. It seemed the tip was clearly the most sensitive, but he liked just the quick swipes over it, probably too sensitive for his own good. But then his grip would tighten just under it, fucking the ring of his fingers like it was a pocket pussy. He tugged at his balls, rolling them in his palm and arching into the bed. You wondered how long until he was ready to blow.

“I want that.” Your admittance made him peek open his eyes slightly. You didn’t scold him for disobeying, instead keeping the eye contact and moving off the bed. 

Hyunjin watched as you stripped your top off facing him, then your bottoms to reveal a cute light purple set. Nothing too fancy, but so suited to you it made his mouth drool over the way the strappy underwear hugged your love handles.

“But I have a job to do. So you’re gonna keep quiet for me, okay?” He sat up, slowing down his motions but not stopping.

Hyunjin was in awe. Mindless, jaw dropping awe in how easily you stripped in front of him. He never thought the act of you taking off a shirt in front of him would have him almost cumming instantly. Of course he’s seen you naked, but this was domestic. This was nothing any of your viewers has ever seen. Was he being a creep? Maybe, but you liked the way he was looking at you. He hasn’t been shy about wanting you, but how he couldn’t take his eyes off you now, it made the twisting in your belly churn tighter and brighter. 

Thankfully your computer was already on, you didn’t have to look away from Hyunjin and his pretty cock. Just one click and you’re live.

But you waited. You waited for him to get closer to the edge. He needed a little push. 

Taking your hand away from the mouse, you instead brought your knees up and rested your feet onto the chair to expose your core. With two fingers, you ran them over the gusset of your soaked panties, a visibly dark patch clear for Hyunjin to see.

His eyes rolled back and sped up the jerking movements, the loud slick noises echoing in the small room. Just the sound of him made you gush, so close to skipping your livestream just to fuck him into tomorrow.

No. Self control. Just this once.

You rubbed yourself a little harder over the fabric, waiting for the right moment. When his mouth dropped and let out a small whimper, you quickly closed your legs and turned back to the computer.

“Quiet now, baby. Relax and enjoy, but don’t make a sound.”

“Fuck— wait, I’m gonna cum—“

You quickly adjusted the camera and clicked, start live. 

“Have I kept you waiting long?”

☆ﾟ

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[outro-jo]

nct 127 with autistic partners

pairing: nct 127 members x reader

type: scenario

summary: how the nct 127 members help their autistic partners

request: yes

warning: mentions overstimulation, touch, food, meltdown in johnny’s, stimming

a/n: please lmk if johnny’s makes any of you uncomfortable. i’m hesitant to talk about the topic even though it’s necessary to talk about and normalize. it’s just difficult and i know that VERY well. 🤍 also please know that these (and the skz one) are just small examples of what some autistic people can experience and these may not be the only ways they would help their partners. 

masterlist | info

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taeyong- you were surprised to find out that despite being so busy and having to worry about 20+ “kids” of his own, taeyong is really good about texting and checking in on you. not only with basics like, “did you eat today? drink your water? take your vitamins?” but he spends a lot of time away from you and he doesn’t want you to get anxious or worry about his feelings towards you. he never assumes that his actions are speaking louder than his words when a lot of the time you struggle to interpret the feeling behind actions anyways. he’s very forthcoming with how he feels about you and will often just tell you he’s been thinking about you and misses you even when he’s been gone for just hours. (which like why… you just left how do you miss me?? 😂😂) 

taeil- the patience on this man is surprising. something that can be difficult for allistics to deal with is when autistic people get stuck on something in their head or just stuck in a mindset in general. taeil is very calm when explaining things to you as many times as you need to get on the different train of thought. he does his best to let you work through whatever it is that has you stuck. when it’s a difficult or dangerous mindset that your brain has you trapped in, he’s there for whatever you need and is great at reassuring you that everything is ok. 

johnny- johnny is really good under stress. he’s steady as a rock and it comes in handy in stressful situations which you can’t really handle all that much. you feel all the intense energy and it usually gets loud so it immediately triggers a meltdown. he’s just really good in any type of meltdown situation, whether it builds from the day and something small makes you snap or you’re relatively fine but something intense sets it off. he makes sure you have your headphones on and holds you tight to him. also talking you through the post meltdown guilt after bc it’s so real 😩

yuta- he LOVES hearing about all your special interests. he loves when you like sit and fidget with something and just ramble away about whatever it is you know literally everything about. he also loves to take you places where you can experience your special interest in a deeper way. i.e. special museums or experiences. even if he has no interest in the topic whatsoever, he just loves that you love it.

doyoung- he’s a very affectionate person but he’s very respectful and understanding which makes him perfect for you since you don’t like to be touched. he always asks for permission before touching you in any way first, even if it’s a small gesture like wiping your face when you’re eating (bc he just does that for people anyways). although at first when you rejected a hug from him, he was a little hurt and confused but did his best not to show it. once you explained it though, he was much more aware of his actions and if he needs a hug he’ll find one of the boys. 

jaehyun- this man knows the importance of a safe space not just emotionally in your relationship together but also physically like in your shared home. he worked really hard to make sure the lights weren’t too much, none of the blankets and furniture felt weird, all the smells in the house were mild and pleasant, safe foods always stocked, he even went as far to soundproof the bedroom so outside noise isn’t an issue. he also has lots of fidgets around the house and on his person for when you need to stim. 

jungwoo- similar to taeyong but in a different sense, hear me out. he knows how overwhelmed you get when you have to be around more people and especially people you’re not used to. it can kinda feel like you’re a sim without someone at the controller. you walk in the room of people and immediately feel like it’s too much and not do basic things that most people do easily. your default is just to stand at the edge of the room awkwardly, totally unsure of how to function. people may ask, “are you hungry? can i get you a drink? you can sit here if you want!” and you’ll deny everything despite being hungry, thirsty, or needing to sit. playing the “human part” can get so confusing when you’re overwhelmed and you may feel like your basic needs are burdensome to others even when it’s literally a party and every one is eating, drinking, and relaxing. so jungwoo is always at your side with his hand in yours to reassure you. he feels like a safer person you can say your needs too without feeling like a burden. he’s always so sweet and patient with you to make sure you get everything you want. 

mark- mark pays close attention to the sounds in the room. it’s something he never thought much about before he met you but when you explained it to him, it actually made a lot of sense to him. he always keeps you close by in case of a particularly loud noise he can cover your ears in time or be there to reassure you. he also keeps an extra pair of noise canceling headphones with him or at least some little ear buds in his pocket. he becomes attuned to helping you with some of your other sensory issues but sound is one that triggers you more often so he knows what to look out for. 

haechan- he found you intriguing when he first met you mostly bc you were kinda concerned with how he was being treated, especially by yuta. he thought it was really endearing when you’d get upset that he was being “slighted” but he explained that it was all a joke… you didn’t find it that funny. donghyuk loved that you cared so much for him so quickly and that you always wanted to show that you cared even if it meant you doing things you weren’t entirely comfortable with like hugging or other skinship. haechan was equally careful not to push skinship so much or just throw it on you without any warning. he was also careful with his jokes and not to tease you too much and upset you. overall he’s just very considerate. 

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[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Rook Hunt Bloom Birthday Personal Story: Part 1

"Happy Birthday"

Part 1 (Part 2) (Part 3)

[Pomefiore Dorm – Birthday Party Venue]

Rook: I wonder who the "Magical Pendulum" has chosen as my presenter?

Rook: For it to be kept a secret until the start of the interview… I cannot help but feel the excitement course through me!

???: Ugh… Even just doin' the interview's a pain in the neck, but of all people it's gotta be this guy.

Rook: Oh my, this voice is…

Leona: Sigh… Happy Birthday, Rook. …This is a major hassle, so let's just get this over with.

Rook: Fufu, thank you for your kind words. So, Roi du Léon is my presenter, I see.

Rook: I've been looking forward to this today. Let's have the best time together!

Leona: Oh yeah, would be great if this was any fun. Let's just get down to it already. The first question is…

Leona: “Are you good or bad at flying?”

Rook: Hm, flight, you say. I suppose I'm about in the mid to upper ranks in ability.

Rook: I have no issues with any of the simple movements like flying fast, soaring up high with enough momentum to disperse clouds, or dropping to the ground in one go at breakneck speeds.

Leona: Well yeah, guess you'd at least be above average if you can do that.

Rook: Right. However, I personally would like to improve my flight skills further.

Rook: Perhaps to the point where I would be able to shoot a bow easily while in the air.

Leona: Huh. You seem pretty determined.

Rook: Oui! If I can learn it, it may come in handy one day.

Rook: However, attempting to control the broomstick while focusing on something else entirely is harder than it may seem.

Rook: The other day while riding a broom, I tried to practice shooting at something off in the far distance with my bow and arrow, but...

Rook: As soon as I took aim, the broomstick's center of gravity shifted, and it swayed something awful. I was so very close to falling off.

Rook: It may still take me some time to be able to fly as I would like with a bow in hand.

Leona: Well yeah, I'd hope so. If you're able to do something like that so easily, then that'll cause more problems for me…

Rook: Right. It's difficult. That is why I am certain that I will be overjoyed once I am able to acquire this skill.

Leona: That so. Well, hope that works out for you.

Rook: Thank you! I'll take your warm encouragement to heart and continue my practicing.

Rook: But speaking of flight class… It is not only fascinating to diligently develop your own techniques, but to also watch the growth of other students, as well.

Leona: So, basically, you're just staring at the other folks trying to fly in class, huh. That's a great hobby you got there.

Rook: Well, that's because there are so many unexpected revelations that can be discovered during flight class. For example…

Rook: There are those who are usually so quiet and shy, but the moment they are on a broom, their personality does a complete 180 and their excitement soars.

Rook: And on the other hand, there are those who are normally so daring and confident, but become cautious beings who only fly to a height where they won't injure themselves were they to fall…

Rook: And so on, and so forth.

Rook: You should also observe those around you during the next flight class. You may have a worthwhile experience.

Leona: Oh, I can see just how much you enjoy your weird hobbies well enough from here, thanks.

Rook: Fufu, I am glad that you are able to understand me more.

Rook: Is it about time for the next question? I excited to hear what you'll ask of me next.

Part 1 (Part 2) (Part 3)

Requested by Anonymous.

#twisted wonderland #twst #rook hunt #leona kingscholar #twst rook #twst leona #twst translation #twst birthday

[noroi1000]

„Nyan III” !

Part two

A/n: This is the part I wanted to write today. After this time, I send the third part... It was supposed to end up with two, but I'm sending you this!

@wake-uptoreality this fluff is for you! Thank you for everything! I dedicate it to you for your help!

Cw: 2,4 k

No warnings! This is fluff. Only Satoru is a bit perverted.

The images used in this belong to their creators. I just remade them and just used them.

Satoru and Suguru as cats! Only fluff!

You don't know if it's a good thing that instead of leaving the house you spend time with cats.

Or rather, your boys.

Your cats are your boyfriends too...

No matter how weird it may sound.

It is really so, and no one can tell you this is a mistake.

You are not wrong. Don't think you're crazy.

Satoru and Suguru understand you. Even though when they are in the form of cats, things are a bit different.

Then they don't talk to you. But you often see their emotions on their faces.

You know when they are pissed off, annoyed, happy and also sad. 

You don't know by what miracle, but really as cats they can communicate with you somehow.

They will show you something, give you something.

You wish they could stay in their human form any longer.

Once a day for several hours or more often. So you can't complain.

But they are often cats. 

You don't mind the presence of these two purrs, but you prefer your boyfriends.

You don't know why they prefer to be cats.

Honestly, you wish your apartment was a little louder. More conversations. More people.

But you have cats.

And Satoru as a cat is obnoxious anyway.

You often say something or irritate you for fun as a human.

As a cat...

This is different. Meows, purrs... 

He sometimes hisses at Suguru when you give him more attention.

And you have seen more than once how both of them are beating each other with their fluffy paws.

It was sweet for you, so you recorded it.

During their quarrel, they are better as cats. Nobody speaks. There are no screams.

They just meow. 

Most of the time they are very playful cats.

Tails up, mouth with a small smile.

Additionally, they are energetic cats. 

They don't sleep very much.

Not like normal cats that sleep half their lives. They are everywhere. They run and jump.

They are not like normal cats...

After all, they are human.

Plus, they're both your boys.

This may sound very strange. But your boyfriends are cats.

That's why you can't tell anyone.

And you also don't want to say you live with them.

You pay cheaper for an apartment.

You have fewer tenants, and they live with you anyway.

You pay neither more nor less for animals.

You rent an apartment for one person. So having two cats/people you pay nothing.

This is where it comes in handy.

You don't feel lonely, and you don't have to waste anything. The only waste is your body. You have claw scratches on your skin. Especially after Satoru's claws. 

It climbed on you to lie on your shoulders.

You even woke up once with a scratched neck.

Why? Because Satoru is a person who constantly bites you to leave traces. As a human and as a cat. He bit you mostly as a human. 

Only Suguru has any respect for your whole body.

As a cat.

As a human, he becomes more like Satoru. He hugs you, lifts you up and wants to bite you.

You are their girlfriend after all.

That's why you always have marks on both sides of your neck. One for Satoru and one for Suguru. 

You don't like when they fight, so you let them equal.

But sometimes the boundaries go wrong.

And especially the white cat is not interested in sticking to the rules.

That's why they get jealous together. That is your worst problem. 

You treat both of them equally, but they really go overboard sometimes.

If you forbid them something, they will do it anyway. Even if you love them, sometimes it's unbearable. 

When you don't let them lie on you and they don't know enough reason why they can't, they'll just lie down anyway.

When you take offense at them, they turn into people and both hug you in bed at the same time. 

Cats that turn into humans every day.

For you.

Their meowing shows you that you have someone in your life. That someone loves you. 

·°~★~°·

You're tired after work... 

Even if you work in a company as a secretary. Even that is not an exact term. You just fill out paperwork all day. You get paid by doing almost nothing. At least that's what others think. This is so tiring. Your back, eyes and head hurt. Almost every day. 

Your position is not important in the company. You just work there and fill out some paperwork. Almost every day. And that's always something to do.

As soon as you came back, you weren't looking at anything else.

You just fell on the bed without looking where your cats are.

They may not even be there. They also go out sometimes. And you just want to rest.

Especially now. You don't care about emails from work anymore. You don't care what else you have to do.

Satoru and Suguru can have their own dinner...

Besides, as cats, they eat no less than humans. And they should eat less because they have smaller stomachs as fluffy animals. But still, appearances are deceptive. They confuse you very much. They eat as much as they eat as humans. So it doesn't mean anything. You can wake up with an empty fridge anyway...

Now, when you think about food, you have gotten hungry.

You don't want to interfere with you to do anything...

You think you'll go to sleep...

You just quickly checked the hour on your phone before putting the touchscreen device down on the bed next to you, and closing your eyes.

It felt so heavy lying on your stomach. But it was comfortable to feel the soft mattress all over my body. At least your poor spine doesn't have to keep you upright now. You can completely lie down and relax.

Probably neither Suguru nor Satoru are at home. Since they have not come to you so far, they are not here.

If they were with you, they'd both be adjacent to you already. It does not matter whether in the form of a cat or a human. It is enough that it is them.

And now you could use a soft, relaxing cat fur or the warm skin of your lovers... 

Anyway, so that they don't tire you anymore...

Or better, make you dinner...

Or have them come back after you've been asleep for at least half an hour...

You were thinking with your eyes closed, and it made your body fall asleep. 

But as always, something must wake you up...

You felt a prickle on your thigh.

You got a muscle cramp or lay down on something. Or you may also have some living creature there...

One answer was correct.

And that was the third answer.

You turned to see the white fur.

You sighed. You rested a bit.

"Hi, Satoru." you said smiling slightly.

Suddenly he jumped on your back. His paws almost massaged you, but he was heavy... 

You don't know if this fur weighs so much or because it's a big cat... If any of them lay on your face, you would choke you. And they themselves weigh a lot when they are human.

You could at least die strangled in soft fur... It is also some friendly death...

You saw and felt him climb onto your ass.

"...The pervert cat... Who would have thought they existed..." you laughed as he lay down, pressing into your body. He began to purr.

You closed your eyes but you looked there again when you heard a loud meowing.

You no longer felt Satoru on your body. That's why you looked over there and sat down on the bed.

Satoru clawed on the bed as Suguru's cat pulled on his tail.

The white cat meowed sadly.

"Sugu, leave him alone." You grunted and held out your hand to the dark cat. 

You put your hand on his head and let go of the white's tail.

Satoru climbed onto the bed and sat down next to you. 

"Welcome home, (y/n)-chan." suddenly you heard Satoru's voice. You turned to see him in human form.

He leaned in to place a kiss on your lips.

"I finally came back..." you grunted and rested your head against his chest. You patted the seat next to you to make Suguru jump there.

He was still in the form of a cat.

You stroked his back.

"Sugu, why don't you turn into a human?" you asked holding in your hand the paw he gave you.

"He lost the bet."

"What?"  You turned to Satoru.

"I made a bet with him that when I jumped on you whether you would throw me off or not. Suguru said you would be tired and throw me off right away. So we made a bet. If you don't dump me, he becomes a cat for another hour. If you dump me, I'll be a cat for two hours."

"And he lost...?" you laughed. 

You showed him any jumped on your lap.

He sat down there, surrendering to your caresses.

"Have a look. He can't beat me!"

Suddenly Satoru stood up, taking Suguru's paws in his hands and picked him up, leaning against his chest. He picked it up slightly and then lowered it.

You saw Suguru's face twist in dissatisfaction. 

"Satoru, but as a cat he can too–"

You didn't have time to finish before you saw Suguru push away from Satoru, land on the bed, and suddenly he jumped back on Satoru with his claws. 

"Hisss–" you only heard it, and then Satoru's loud groan as he tried to protect himself.

The dark cat clung to Satoru's clothes and waved its paws to attack him whenever he tried to push him away.

You laughed softly at the sight, but you came quickly and pulled Suguru off him. 

"If this is what your punishment for losing is going to be, you can change!" White-haired groaned. "This is worse than pissing you off as a human..."

Suguru calmed down.

You put him on the floor and he turned into a human. 

You now have two men.

"Now you've you lost by saying I can't attack you." Suguru laughed. You heard his voice for the first time today.

"Okay Okay..." Satoru muttered with a smile before walking up to you and kissing you passionately. 

As he pulled away, with a cocky smile he turned into a cat at the sight of your blush.

He proudly went into the kitchen.

Suguru hugged you and kissed you gently on the cheek.

You grabbed his waist. It's nice to cuddle with them when they're human. Even though it is the same when they are cats. 

"I'll go check where he went." He spoke and turned into a cat again and followed his friend.

You laughed. It was always fun at home. Especially with them. It doesn't matter if cats or people.

You didn't have time to turn around and Satoru already appeared in front of you.

You got scared...

He was sitting on the floor with a mochi box in front of him.

Suguru sat down next to him. 

"The mochi are out?" you asked, knowing exactly the answer. "Satoru I have to pay the rent for the apartment this week. I'll buy you a supply some other time."

Suddenly a banknote appeared in his mouth. From where?

"You know it's only enough for one box, right?" you laughed.

And now you widened your eyes to see that he was holding a black credit card instead of a banknote... You sat on the edge of the bed.

"Okay..." you looked at him strangely. It wasn't your credit card. "You didn't steal it from anyone, did you?"

"Meow." you looked at Suguru who was meowing. He was pointing his paw at his white friend. 

"So that's his card. Why I didn't know about this?" 

They both purred. 

"We have to eat dinner?" you said and you wanted to get up.

 When you were about to get up, Satoru jumped on you, causing you to roll over on the bed.

"Hey!" 

"Purr..." 

He lay down on your stomach before he left.

They both disappeared into the kitchen.

Were you supposed to rest while the cats were in the kitchen?

That is a bit strange.

After all, they don't have grippy thumbs to grab anything...

Or maybe they turned into people...

You stayed like that for a while.

They are cute.

You could never leave them.

Same with the fact that they are also dangerous as cats.

Even as friends, they do everything for you. And they are jealous...

But you have two hands. So you can pet them both at once.

You haven't felt the smoke of burning fur in the house yet.  

  °~-★-~°

 Ten minutes later you went to the kitchen. They really did cook as cats... 

Suguru was standing by the pot. By the fire...

And Satoru was sitting in the chair. There were several plates on the kitchen island.

You walked quickly to Suguru.

"Sugu, watch your tail." You said quickly, taking it from the stove. 

You know they have clean feet. Sometimes they are able to wash them under water. Soap. 

But for now, only a pot of water is on fire. Next to it, a packet of pasta. 

"You cannot cook when you are cats!" 

They both looked at you.

You picked up the black cat.

You hugged Suguru, keeping him with you.

Moments later you felt the weight increase a lot. 

Suddenly you were hugged by him as a human. He was standing on his own legs, and you were a little pulled up. They were so tall...

"Okay. Sweetheart~." he muttered with a smile.

You saw him wincing a little, and then you saw Satoru climbing over his clothes. Until he lay on his shoulders.

As always, they made up with each other. 

You walked over to them. You put your hand on Satoru-cat's head, and on Suguru's cheek. 

They both came closer to your touch.

He watched Suguru cook supper. He made pasta and sauce.

You always enjoyed Suguru's cooking.

You were sitting with Satoru until he suddenly turned into a human as well. 

You sat on his lap while you waited for food.

Happy evening with your "cats". 

You felt the fatigue go away.

You went to the bathroom to take a shower and when you came back you saw them lying in bed. 

Both without shirts. They lay facing each other with a gap between their bodies.

They showed you that this was the place for you.

You slipped between them, pressing your back against Satoru's chest as you put your head against Suguru's chest.��

Relax after tiring hours.

You're not crazy. Really your boyfriends are two people who turn into cats.

Your life is very enjoyable.

Next part

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x you #gojo satoru #geto suguru #gojo #gojo x y/n #jujutsu gojo #saturo gojo #gojo saturo #satoru gojo #geto x reader #geto x y/n #gojou #getou suguru #jjk fluff #gojo x you #gojo fluff #geto fluff

[day-at-rhodes-island]

Thoughts on closure? (Take this as an excuse to ramble to your hearts content)

You are too kind Hoa.

Unfortunately, despite quite a bit of somewhat recent Closure content, there hasn't been much to say about her that I haven't said already.

It was nice to see her in episodes 10 and 11, but for the most part her characterization is pretty much exactly what we already knew, just presented in a way that doesn't require you to have scoured every bit of lore that mentions her to put it together. This may mean she will be a more major character in later events, which could be fun (I would love an event that went into detail about the lifestyle of a "normal" vampire).

There is one scene in 10-14 before that I did really like though:

Closure: Your work environment is way too... Feist: Impoverished? You can speak your mind, the commander isn't here. Closure: ...Way too much of a challenge. *cough* *cough*... Feist: Miss Closure... Closure: What's up? Feist: D-Did you know, when you talk about being challenged, your eyes seem to... light up? Physically. Closure: Huh? Really? Must be because I'm getting excited... Is it scary? Feist: I-It's fine. Feist: To be honest, it wasn't until I met you that I found out... Uhh, that Sarkaz can do more than just fight. Closure: Oh... Uh, there are a lot of people who aren't fighters, like me. Closure: Naturally, I'm a vampire, so of course I was born with some handy talents. Feist: Huh? Y-You... what is this speed?! It'd take a week for me to do what you did in a single night! Closure: Why do you think the pillars of Rhodes Island are so good? Closure: Take a good look at my eyes. If the Rhodes Island landship was filled with vampires, working at night would be no problem, and we'd cut down big on the electricity bill. Feist: Are there... a lot of vampire engineers? Closure: Of course not! They... They all... Feist: Hey, why'd you start shuddering all of a sudden? Closure: Blame Londinium. It's been a long time since I last felt the fear of being this close to a den of evil. Look, my hands are totally frozen stiff! And I need these hands! Feist: Could it be... that Team 6 ran into...? Closure: I sure hope not. Closure: If so... For real, I need to give you guys a serious warning. Closure: Just in case... I mean, just in case—if you ever run into another vampire, run! Closure: No, it might already be too late by then.

Closure starts bragging about being a vampire, and then immediately has a physical reaction to just thinking about what most vampires are like. It's so good. She also gets to be a little scary (yay!).

I enjoyed this one too:

Closure: Not bad! For an instant back there, I thought I was gonna get my head painted over Londinium's walls! Amiya: It was Misery's Arts. He wouldn't see us hurt. Misery: Right... Kal'tsit told me your brain was an important asset to Rhodes Island. Closure: My hands don't come cheap either, c'mon! Closure: After that, I'm never asking to hitchhike with you again... Blaze carrying me everywhere is a way smoother ride than your Arts!

Blaze Express enjoyer Ada Church. Also, unless I've forgotten something, this is about as close as we get to Kal and Closure interacting during both episodes, which brings me to my next point:

I didn't like the treatment she got in the last scene of episode 11. They both: didn't really give her a reaction to Kal'tsit doing that and didn't make her punch out those mooks. Like, maybe she knew Kal would be okay, but it's weird Shining gets a reaction, while the person specifically stated to care about Kal'tsit in Kal'tsit's files doesn't, right? They were doing so well and they dropped the ball right at the end! Make Closure do a violence and feel sad about it!!

Oh, and I very much enjoyed Weedy's oprec, in which we learn that she smells of machine oil.

#arknights #closure #ramblings

[dragonflight203]

Mass Effect 2 replay, squad post Mordin:

Jacob

-Jacob gets the armor upgrade for the Normandy by pulling favors with the Alliance. And now we know why TIM recruited him.

-Talking to Jacob as femshep is hard. Any line can be a flirtation – paragon, renegade, neutral.

The worst part is that Jacob doesn’t seem interested. Any time you flirt, he shuts you down. At least in ME1 Ashley and Kaidan returned the interest.

-I find it interesting people dislike Jacob because he doesn’t open up. As someone who normally remains professional myself at work, that’s never bothered me.

That’s the same vibe I get from Jacob – friendly, attempting to be helpful, but maintaining boundaries to keep personal and professional life separate.

-I do disagree with Jacob’s stance on politics and bureaucracy. He seems convinced in every conversation for the Alliance to do good because it engages them.

Dude was a corsair working for the Alliance unofficially and still complained that there was too much red tape.

Meanwhile, I’m looking at Omega and remembering the “rogue cells” of Cerberus from ME1 and wondering how he can not see the value in oversight and power checks.

-Why was Jacob sidelined after Eden Prime? He says this like it’s an obvious fact and I can’t recall if he ever told me what he had to do with the colony.

-If you go renegade, one of Jacob’s line is that the “General public never knew you were dead”. What?

There are news announcements on the Citadel dead about how the deceased Commander Shepard has been seen on Omega. There’s a memorial on Akuze to Shepard.

I’m going to credit this as a left over line when the plot of ME2 was different, but it’s very weird.

-If you go paragon, one of Shepard’s lines is “Couldn’t hurt to keep some spare parts handy.”

Given that we learn Ceberus had a clone for that exact purpose in ME3… Oof.

Mordin

-Mordin tells you all about how he found bugs all over the labs. Another reminder that Shepard is constantly being watched.

-He tells you to find more collector data and tissue samples.

I think at one point there would be a main mission related to that.

As others have noted, an insect from a collector swarm miraculously appears on the ship when Mordin tells you he found a cure. This line was probably supposed to be foreshadowing of the mission that would have collected the insect.

-Mordin really enjoys a challenge. Describing the limitations he had to work with on Omega reminds me of devs describing the challenges they had in developing a program.

-At this point Mordin only speaks about krogans hypothetically overcoming the genophage, and that his work with the STG was just to prepare militarily for it. He doesn’t trust Shepard enough yet to describe his real work.

-He is very insistent that the genophage is not a sterility plague. It just restores the krogan growth rate to what it was pre industry.

Miranda

-As opposed to Jacob, as soon as Miranda gets the slightest hint of friendliness she opens up.

I think this has more to do with their backgrounds than their characters. Jacob’s spent time in the Alliance where professionalism is expected. He knows he’s working with a sketchy group and is accordingly wary.

Miranda’s accustomed to being treated poorly. She whole heartedly believes in Cerberus and its cause. She tells Shepard her past almost as if she feels the need to make sure Shepard knows what she really is before she can accept Shepard’s friendship. She wants Shepard’s respect, but doesn’t think she deserves it.

Ironically, I suppose the reason Jacob’s more closed off is because he has a higher sense of self worth than Miranda does. He doesn’t feel the need to be validated by Shepard.

-As others have said: One successful mission and Miranda is saying that this is the best Cerberus operation she’s been part of.

That does not speak well of Cerberus.

-Whether you go paragon or renegade, Miranda doesn’t hesitate to remind you that TIM’s in charge. She has quite a journey to go before she’ll be ready to tell him to fuck off.

-Why did Miranda’s father want a daughter for dynasty?

Usually that type specifically want sons.

Every reason I can think of makes the man worse and explains why Miranda is so careful in how she speaks about him and insistent on why she had to get her sister away.

#mass effect #mass effect 2 #mass effect 2 replay

[enchantinglyjade]

Milk & Honey - Ch. 12

Austin!Elvis x Black!OC

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Summary: Pearl finds a new hobby and Honey isn’t having it

Warning: Racial issues, swearing

Note: Sorry it took so long, I had to deadass write 5 chapters ahead just to make sure the plot worked, so look forward to that I guess.

Song: Smile by Nat King Cole

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“Vickie, my life has been absolute hell this week.”

“Girl, what happened?”

Dad and I got on better speaking terms these past few days, went for walks in private parks, he’d bring me gifts, anything he could think to do to win over my affection. Things were still weird between us, we never talked about anything personal, but I appreciated his efforts. I finally got over myself and realized I couldn’t be mad at him for not coming to see me when he didn’t even know I existed. Though I wasn’t too fond of the idea of him with another woman or his spoiled brat of a daughter.

Luckily, they spent most of their nights in a motel. Unluckily, they spent their entire days at our house.

While Dad and I were getting to know each other, Pearl had developed quite the sudden fascination in my boyfriend. Living in a new town with new people and a new family left Pearl with an uneasy head and an unquenchable boredom. Instead of taking up a hobby or looking for a job or getting herself her OWN man like normal people would do, she decided to dedicate her time to making my new happiness an issue.

Apparently, while I was busy learning what having a father was like, she’d sneak behind my back to go see Elvis. I didn’t even know about it until Elvis brought it up to me about three days ago.

‘I brought George and Billy down to the drive in and met this girl there. Her name’s Pearl, just moved here. Bumped into her a few times this week actually. Said she’s lookin to get into music, wanted my advice. George and Billy seemed real fond of her too, nice girl.’ He told me.

I couldn’t believe her. Lookin to get into music, he says. I heard her getting ready in the bathroom one morning, she can’t sing for shit!

“A whole lotta bullshit.” I answer Vickie.

On the other side of the bar sits my man

and Pearl draped over his table.

“Hey.” Vickie calls over the music, nodding over to him. “Who's the white girl?”

“The bullshit.”

She tells him a joke.

He laughs.

Being the obnoxious gentleman he is, Elvis is too nice to push her away. At least that’s what I tell myself. Of course, I have no reason to feel in competition with her, I know he loves me, but she had no business being anywhere near this side of my life.

How did she even find Club Handy? She isn’t supposed to be here. She clearly didn’t belong in a place like this. Her white skin, pastel dress, and bright blonde hair sticking out like a sore thumb against the browns and smokey tans of the club. Hell, even Elvis blended in better than her and he’s almost always dressed in bright pink. How’d she even get in here? It took me weeks.

She doesn’t even listen to Rock & Roll!

“You know, I may have heard Sunbeam talkin about an opening at the end of the week if someone was looking for a spot.” Vickie offers, pretending to speak to no one in particular.

I shake my head, wiping a glass down. “Ah, I couldn’t. Had so much on my mind, I ain’t even been practicing.”

“Exactly why you should do it. Singing’ll help you focus on what really matters to you. You can’t just give up now after getting on WDIA. People round here have been askin about you, and there’s only so much time before they forget. Use it while you can.”

“They have?” I ask shyly.

She smiles as an answer.

I mirror this, looking down in thought. “I guess I will.”

She claps, “Oh! I’ll go tell him now!” then runs out the club, pushing past customers.

I laugh, apologizing to the people, before catching Elvis and Pearl in the corner of my eye. 

The two of them make their way over to me. “Hey, baby.” Elvis greets, kissing me on the cheek. “How’s everything over here?”

I clear my throat, “Oh, the usual. At least it’s almost over. Who’s the friend?”

He’s still oblivious to the fact that she’s my new half sister, though from the looks of it, she had no intentions of telling him either.

“This is Pearl. The one I was talkin about. She asked if I’d show her ‘round Beale.”

Of course she did.

“Are you going to do it…?” I ask hesitantly.

He excuses himself to her, pulling me over to the side a few feet away. “Baby, it ain’t nothin to worry about. I just feel bad is all. I ‘member what it was like bein the new kid in town. Wish I woulda had someone nice to show me the ropes. But I won’t do it ‘less you say it’s alright.”

Do I say no and risk looking jealous?

I raise my shoulders uncomfortably. “It is a bit strange, but I trust you.”

“You know I’d never do nothin to hurt you, Bumble.” He kisses me, before turning back to Pearl, who smiles a wicked smile. “Wait!” He snaps his fingers turning over to me once more. “Why don’t you come with us? You know parts of Beale Street better than I even do. We can show her together.”

When I tell you I robbed her of that smile. 

“That sounds wonderful.” She says through gritted teeth.

“Alright, I gotta run upstairs to tell King som’ real quick, but I’ll be right down. You’re gonna love it Pearl. Beale’s full of musical history.”

“Yay!” She exclaims with fake enthusiasm, instantly dropping her smile the second he turns his back to walk out the door.

I clear my throat, getting closer to her. “Hey, uh, Pearl. What the hell are you doing?” I guess both of us are dropping our sweet side now that no one’s looking.

She gasps, holding her face in shock. “Oh no, Honey. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize. Is he YOUR boyfriend?”

I cross my arms with a sneer. “Yes, he is and I’d appreciate if you stopped tryna get so friendly with him.”

She puts on an exaggerated pout. “Aw. Go cry to Daddy about it. That’s what happens when you go after the biggest star in the country.”

“Why are you here?” I snap at her.

My attitude slips right off of her, having no real effect on her. “Your Mama told me you left your wallet at home and that I should drop it off to you at ‘the diner’, but I see you must’ve gotten fired. She heard the news?” She says, slipping me the wallet.

Maybe she was better at this than I thought. I snatch it from her, tucking it away in my apron.

“Honestly, it’s embarrassin you think I’m the only one that’s gotten friendly with Elvis. You shoulda seen what the other girls were doin at that drive in, you’d think of me as conservative.” She says, checking her nails.

Alright, that’s enough. I get eye level with her, threatening her with my gaze. “What game are you playing at, huh? What’s your problem?”

She straightens herself out, dropping her preppiness. “My problem is that you took my daddy. So, I’m takin your man from you.”

I scoff, genuinely laughing at the idea of her thinking she could win him over “And how the hell will you manage that?”

“Aw, Honey. It’ll be so easy.” She fixes her hair, as Elvis walks in.

I may have had faith in Elvis, but something in her voice and cocky attitude made a knot twist in my stomach.

“Y’all ready to go?”

Both of us sit in his Cadillac unenthused as we drive down the street. Luckily, the streets died down, so there was no one out to see us together. Still, I wanted this to be over as quickly as possible. On our way out I had to ask Vickie to cover for me. I sure as hell wasn’t about to finish my shift knowing this rat was out riding around town with my man.

I cross my arms, head fuming with annoyance as Elvis goes on and on about stories and landmarks.

“And this lil buildin right here is a place Honey and I once went to-”

Poor thing’s clueless. Normally, I love going driving with him and talking about the past, but right now I just wanted him to shut up and get this bitch out of his car.

“He shouldn’t even be with someone like you.” The devil herself says leaning over the seat to whisper in my ear.

“I think you should mind your damn business.” I could get put down like a dog speaking to a white woman that way, but ain’t nobody else gonna stand up to put her in her place.

“-Then we saw ‘ol B.B. do this one thing with a-” Elvis continues.

“Bet you’re the reason he’s been gettin in so much trouble recently. He needs him a nice, sweet southern belle to help shake all that colored business outta him.”

My lip curls in disgust. I can’t believe Elvis fell for this. “You’re right. Know where we can find him one?”

She sneers at my remark, sitting back in her seat. She crosses her arms, upset that I’m not letting her words get to me.

“-just like the neighbors back in Mississippi. You remember that, baby?” Elvis turns to me with a big smile, waiting for my answer.

“‘Course, I loved David and Kathy.” I chime in happily/

His smile widens even more before he turns around to the backseat. “Where’d you grow up, Pearl?”

She huffs, “Alabama. Grew up on my daddy’s plantation, until one day we found out he was hidin another whole family behind our backs.”

I roll my eyes, feeling her glare in the back of my neck. What a sob story.

“Well, damn. I’m sorry to hear that, Pearl.”

“I think Vickie’s getting me a time to perform on Friday.” I bud in.

Elvis pivots back to me with surprised eyes. I know what I just did was rude, but I’m in no mood to give this disrespectful princess an ounce of my sympathy. “That’s great, Bumble. I’m proud o’ ya.” He takes my hand, giving it a light squeeze. “I, uh, suppose I should bring you back now, Pearl. Where do you live?”

Our eyes widen. Is she gonna do it?

“Just drop me off at the end of the block. I can walk from here.” She quickly states.

Elvis puts his hand up. “Absolutely not. I insist.”

Baby, please stop being so nice and just let the rodent out before it infects the whole car.

“S’just around the corner. Can’t have Daddy seein me, you know?”

He stops the car at the block just like she said. “Alright, if you say so. You have a nice night.” He waves her off.

“Bye now!” She smiles, waving back…at Elvis only.

I glare her down as Elvis drives away. Good, let her walk.

Elvis stares down the street in thought. “She’s a nice girl. Good seein other folk like me be so comfortable and respectful around colored people. Need more people like that.”

I roll my eyes. “Yeah…” This is ridiculous. Fighting another woman for my own goddamn man. Is this how Elvis felt about Michael? This sucks.

He keeps one hand on the wheel while the other reaches for my hand again. “Glad it’s just you and me now though. Wanted to bring you out on another date if you got the time.”

I smile, allowing all thoughts of Pearl to fly out the window as they should. “I always have time for you.”

For the past three days, any time Elvis and I went in public together we ran the risk of running into fans reporters, who always managed to be nearby spying. Though, I guess it was for the best that we weren’t seen on the streets together, it was still annoying. Now with Pearl trying to interfere, things just felt so stressful.

So, we went to a place neither would dare follow us; colored night at the Memphis Fairgrounds.

Of course, we were seen together, he had a few run ins with fans. “Oh no, no performin’ for me. Just here to have a lil fun tonight, that’s all.”

But even if one of them wanted to run off and tell everybody, they knew not a single newspaper would listen to a damn thing they had to say cause of their color. So, it remained a secret.

“Bought you a sno cone, Bumble.”

The colored women were shocked, and dare I say, hopeful when they saw us together. Of course, some were jealous, but they had this look in their eyes, like the same optimism for the future I get when I see Elvis. We gave others hope together.

He eyes me slurping down the ice treat while we hide behind one of the stands from a passing cop.

“Let me get a taste of that.”

“No!”

Maybe one day we’ll inspire change in the world, help make it a better place. I don’t want to be in hiding anymore. I want to grow old with him, get a house together, maybe even have kids. 

Who am I kidding, I’d love to have kids with him. We’d raise little superstars together. I’d be his wife, he’d be my husband. But maybe my head was in clouds that were just too high.

“I never did well with heights.” I hesitate out, gripping tightly onto the metal bar.

He puts his arms around me. “Don’t worry. I gotchu.”

I cuddle into his arm, trying my best to not look down from the top of the ferris wheel.

“I’m gonna take you flyin one day.” He says matter of factly.

“Like hell you will. I ain’t getting on no plane.” I exclaim.

He laughs, bringing me to sit in his lap, rubbing up and down my thigh. 

Dreams seemed so far away from where we are now. I know it takes baby steps, but looking into a future where we can safely be together, well, I understand why so little have attempted it. I’m shocked Mama did it all them years ago, I’m scared to do it now and it’s almost 1960. I couldn’t imagine the fear she had in the 30’s. Wonder what my dad thought about everything. If he really loved her, if he ever thought about having kids with her.

Elvis watches me patiently as I zone out.  “What on your mind, Bumble?”

I look into space, running my fingers along his neck while I think about everything that’s been happening. ”Don’t say anything bout my dad to anyone. I don’t know if he wants people knowin I’m his.”

He hugs me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder. “I ain’t gonna tell nobody nothing, cause you ain’t his, you’re mine.”

It amazed me Pearl actually thought she had a chance with him. All the history and hardship we’ve been through together, nothing could take that from us.

Later that night I found myself back in my prison of a home. My once happy and lovey dovey mood replaced with a sickening attitude seeing Pearl at the table, no sign of Ma or Dad around. Still on a high from Elvis’ words tonight, I poke my fun at her. “Look who made it home. News said it was gonna be chilly tonight. Did you ‘member a jacket?” I say, hanging my own coat, on the rack near the door.

“Shut up.” She snaps, popping a grape into her mouth.

I walk past her into the kitchen, scanning through the fridge for a drink. “You know, walking alone can be real dangerous this time o’ night. ‘Specially with all that rising crime. Wouldn’t want any of that ‘colored business’ gettin ya.” I hiss at her, taking a sip of cola.

“Watch the way you’re talkin to me, ‘Bumble’.” She spits out the last word, continuing to eat her grapes, not bothering to look at me any longer.

I roll my eyes. I was about to ask her where Ma and Dad were, but I wanted nothing more to do with her. I’ll figure it out myself.

Just then, I hear the faint sound of Nat King Cole. What the hell? Are the neighbors playing that?

Smile though your heart is aching

Smile even though it's breaking

I follow the music until I get to our back door. Peeking out the window, I find the answer to my question. Out in the back yard I see my parents.

Dancing.

Mom looks hesitant, but she can’t help but smile.

I lift the window ever so gently and lightly, listening to them speak.

When there are clouds in the sky

You'll get by

If you smile through your fear and sorrow

“Charles, I ain’t danced in years. I ain’t as smooth as I used to be.”

“Loretta, you’re smoother than a Nestles bar.”

Okay, ew, but cute, I guess. 

She smiles at him, closing her eyes and placing her head on his chest. He leans down, resting his head atop hers while they sway back and forth to the music.

Maybe he did really love her.

Smile and maybe tomorrow

You'll see the sun come shining through for you

I saw Elvis and I just then, dancing and swaying together though the world was against us, too lost in each other to care. We may have given others hope at the fair tonight, but seeing Ma and Dad just now, I couldn’t help but feel fear creep into my heart. If only life could be so simple.

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[creepswrites]

This is my first time requesting anything so I hope this makes sense. Can you make a oneshot or headcanons of the Sinclair brothers meeting someone who is deaf? Like y/n is deaf and their car breaks down nearby and they need help. I’m curious to see what the brother’s reactions would be to someone who is deaf. Especially Vincent since he’s mute. ✌️

I love writing the Sinclair brothers, yes! Hope you enjoy! :]

Sinclair Brothers w/ a GN S/O who is deaf (SFW)

Bo Sinclair

Bo's used to sign language and you're no exception. Though he's a bit surprised, only person he knew to really use it was Vincent

He was the one to find you while he was out scouting for potential victims. He found you with your car broken down and decided to help

He's not sure why. You were just different. That's all, swear! (Vince and Lester know he thought you were drop dead gorgeous when he saw you)

Where you differ from Vince and what does take adjusting for him is that he can talk to Vincent and he'll sign. He's not used to not being able to talk to you at all

Sometimes he'll be talking to you and you'll just be sitting there and he'll facepalm when he remembers you can't hear him

He'll play his music in the garage louder so you can feel the vibrations

If you can read lips, it'll come in handy sometimes when he forgets you can't hear him. Regardless, he starts making effort to signing for you when he talks and bitches at Lester to do the same.

Vincent Sinclair

He meets you after Bo brings you into town after your car breaks down. At first he's hesitant to meet you at all, assuming you'll be the next victim, but once he sees you he's gone for

Owes Bo so many favors for not killing you. He's sort of "responsible" for you because Bo's certainly not going to be

He's the easiest to talk to honestly. He's not able to speak normally so he's at ease talking to you

Doesn't really play loud music but will let you sit against his chest and feel him hum

Vincent happily translates his brothers conversations for you so you can keep up with what they say!

He gets insanely protective of you and has snapped at Bo and Lester for not signing when talking to you. They can sign, they should!

Lets you borrow his walkman and headphones to enjoy music if you want to. He's got mixtapes he makes for you even though he knows you can't hear them

Lester Sinclair

Lester is the first to find you on the side of the road. He's a bit surprised to see you using sign but he recovers quick! Growing up with Vincent made it easier to chat

He's a bit rusty but he's able to hold conversation. Once he gets chatting, muscle memory takes over

Will actually keep you secret from Bo and Vincent for awhile, citing the car he needs fixing as one of his new ones. Usually the twins strip cars for parts but Bo's willing to get the car fixed

If you decide to stay with Lester though, he loves having you around the house. He lives away from them so you'd be safe!

Vincent still enjoys talking to you and you probably get along best with him after Lester! Bo's just... reserved.

Lester likes to just sit in silence with you out in the forest surrounding his house. Loves taking walks with you and Jonesy while holding hands

Brings you little gifts he finds or makes! Never tells you they're from dead victims of the twins, that feels weird to him. He tries to keep you out of the loop as long as he can though!

The unpromising sounds of your engine sputtering did not fill you with confidence. But breaking down in the middle of nowhere hadn't been on your list for your trip out of the city! You were trying to just get out of town for a few days, see some new sights, not get stranded. The sounds of incoming cars made you anxious though. You couldn't exactly move your car in this state and if people started yelling at you to move your car...

The two trucks seemed in varying states. One was a teal color and dirtier while the other was a sleek navy color with a broken headlight. Odd.

Stepping out of the truck closest to you, the navy one, was definitely a mechanic. The overalls and grease stains confirmed as much. You could tell he was speaking to you but you struggled to read his lips. "Sorry, do you know sign?" You tried, preparing for the worst.

Blinking for a moment, you braced yourself to need to get a paper and pencil for him before he signed back. "Sure darling, what's got you stuck out here?"

You felt the smile on your face as you sighed internally, explaining to him how your car had broken down and you couldn't get it towed. Hard to call a tow truck when you can't hear and all. The man introduced himself as Bo, mentioning his brothers Vincent and Lester were still in the trucks but he could give a look under your hood. He worked as a mechanic, he could give it a shot.

He gave you a wink when he mentioned his brother being mute. You weren't sure what he meant to imply until you felt a gentle tug on your sleeve and turned to see a man in a mask with long hair staring down at you. As soon as he introduced himself as Vincent, you two were signing a mile a minute to each other, finally able to have conversation with someone fluent.

A younger, scruffier looking man made his way around the trucks, grinning at you. He spoke before going quiet, looking over at Vincent who was telling him to sign for you. The man Lester was a bit... rusty. You tried not to laugh when he messed up on some words but he was clearly trying, you could appreciate that at least.

Bo stepped back into your line of sight after a moment, informing you that your fan belt had snapped but he'd have a spare back at the gas station. Lester offered to give you a ride to Ambrose, their little hometown.

How could you refuse?

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[cptnwynnie]

alright alright alright a little rundown about the powers in the superhero au

starting with the kids!!

under a read more. cus this could get pretty long

Reynie - Hydrokinesis! exactly what it sounds like, he can control water. Usually when the kids are out doing Hero Things he’s got a bottle of water handy so he doesn’t have to rely entirely on the environment. But, that being said, Kate’s ability can come in handy-

Kate - weather powers! She can make a little stormcloud, create a wind current, or make lightning strike at her will! She’s a weather machine. The great kate weather machine, if you will :)

Sticky - as mentioned in previous posts, Sticky can turn invisible! His suit is designed to react to his powers and turn invisible when he does. His glasses can’t do this though, they’re just normal glasses. So if he ever has to go invisible on the job, he’ll be trying to function in a very blurry environment.

Constance - Constace is!! ...well, she’s Constance. What she’s got going on in the au is basically exactly what she has going on in canon already, but cranked up a little. She has more trouble tuning out others’ thoughts, and she can connect with people mentally. Though this takes a great amount of energy because she has to make the effort to send her thoughts out to the person she’s speaking with, whereas the other just has to think, and she will hear it. So, yes, not much going on there thats different from canon. Constance isn’t allowed out in the field, but she does help! I’ll make a post about how at a later date, likely through doodles of some sort

SQ - so. I’ve said his deal is complicated a few times before. mostly because. i dont really think there is a name for his power? And I’m not exactly sure what to call it. And that is an element in-universe. No one is exactly sure what SQ’s power is. It’s some sort of energy thing, and it glows brightly when he uses it. Or rather, he glows brightly. He’s a walking glowstick. It has the ability to be incredibly destructive, but also healing. Except... he almost never uses it. Not on purpose. And not himself. Curtain has only ever taught him that his powers are dangerous and not to be used by him. But, with his own abilities, Curtain can put his powers to good use for him. You’ll see what I mean when I get there.

Martina - Pyrokinesis! She has a blowtorch right at her fingertips and she can control any fire around her at will! She does have to be cautious though. Her skin may be heat-resistant, but her hair and clothes are not. Probably not the best idea to give her a cape, but Curtain has an aesthetic to adhere to, and the cape is part of it.

Jackson and Jillson - a packaged deal! They are connected mentally. quite literally. They can speak to each other silently via telepathic communication that only the two of them share. It’s not like what Constance has going on. They cannot hear others’ thoughts. They cannot do this with anyone else. Only with each other.

annnnd now the adults!!!

Mr. Benedict - He can heal! He can literally ‘kiss it better.’ The amount of effort this takes depends on the wound. Little scrapes and cuts and burns can be healed with just a few seconds of contact, no problem. But, with big injuries it’s not always reliable, as healing takes energy.

Number Two - She’s fast as hell!!!!! zooming all over the place, no one can keep up with her. This, and her nightmare of a sleep schedule, is why she snacks so often. Running around so fast like that takes a lot of energy very quickly, so she’s always got little snacks on hand to make sure she doesn’t run herself into the ground.

Rhonda - She can create illusions! These can be things seperate from her, or something on her. So, say she were to disguise herself, she could make an illusion to change her hair. Or if she needed a distraction, she could make something separate from her. However, these illusions disappear when physical contact is made with them, because they are not physical things.

Milligan - Super strength! Pretty generic, but very useful. He could lift a car over his head no problem. The issue that comes into play is this also makes it difficult for him to gauge when he’s badly hurt. Because he can keep going despite some nasty injuries, which tends to add up and be very dangerous. So he’s gotta be careful.

Mr. Curtain - oh boy! The big one. So, Curtain has mind control. But it’s not exactly how you’d think of it typically. It’s almost like possession, I suppose? He sits down somewhere secure, and hops into the mind of whoever it is he’s trying to control. To do this, he needs to be connected with the person physically, typically holding hands. When he does this, said person’s eyes glow completely blue. Curtain, physically, has fallen asleep in whatever safe room he’s locked himself. Mentally, he’s in the body of whichever person he’s projected into. And that person, mentally, is in a sleep-like state. The closer he is emotionally to someone, the stronger the connection is, and the harder it is to break. He can only do this to one person at a time. And, since powers are connected to the body, he has control over the powers of whoever he’s puppetting.

Do you see where I’m going with this?

Curtain fears SQ’s powers. Because he knows they can be unpredictable, but he also knows they could be very powerful if SQ were given the chance to thrive in a training environment. He doesn’t want that kind of power going unchecked. So, he feeds SQ lies about how he won’t ever be able to control his powers on his own, but Curtain can, if he’s in the driver’s seat. He can use SQ’s powers to do good. And SQ, of course, trusts his dad entirely.

Even if he probably shouldn’t.

#mbs superhero au #normally id post about this on my main blog but this is where all the superhero au art has gone so far so. #might as well make it easy to find and put it all in one place #also i didnt include ms perumal in the main post because i was getting long #not everyone in this universe has powers #but it is common #anyways. ms perumal can control plants #shes got a beautiful garden as you might imagine #mbs #kate wetherall #reynie muldoon #sticky washington #constance contraire #sq curtain #jackson and jillson #martina crowe #ld curtain #rhonda kazembe #number two mbs #nicholas benedict #milligan wetherall #politely asking you all to ignore any typos

[axolotlinjammies]

Call for Me (drabble)

Pairing:

Lieutenant Lunar Eclipse x Detective Y/N

Summary:

Long day on the job. What you weren't expecting was one question.

Warning(s):

Mentions of tense incounters, Very worried Lunar, Heavy question, Comfort

After a long day's work, finally you have some peace. Well, somewhat. Your newfound babysitter is relaxing right next to you. Normally the courteous thing to do is offer a cigarette to the other person. Though he isn't a person. Man made machinery with a curious mind of his own. Or more commonly referred to as Lieutenant Lunar Eclipse. Glowing under the moonlight as his attention is purely on the city beneath the two of you.

Pulling out a cigarette you pop it in your mouth as you search your pockets for your handy lighter. Your grumbling stops when you hear a familiar click of metal. Your gaze grabbed by the flame being held out before you. With a hum you move your cigarette over the flame inhaling to make sure it catches. Of course, it does. Finally removing the cig from your lips, a puff of smoke clamors out of your mouth. Your heart is pumping harder but your mind is now at ease. You lean against the brick and stare at the sight of your city.

The click of the lighter being closed was the only indicator of the comfortable silence coming to an end. "May I ask you a question?" Lunar finally speaks up. His voice, clear over the whizzing of cars below.

Shrugging your eyes lazily move to the blue figure. "Sure. Why not, got nothin' else to do." Your answer causes the Lieutenant's head to lower between his shoulders. Bending at his hips leaning further against the ledge. Eyes lingering a moment longer as it returns to the bright lights before them. 

"Why didn't you wait for help? With those kids, you put yourself in danger but..." Lunar's voice trails off, his hand motions before him, like he is grasping for the right words. "You never hesitated to throw your body in the line of fire instead of just staying safe with them."

"Why wait when you know, nobodys' gonna come?" You can't help the solemn smile tugs across your lips. The air hangs heavy, urging you to take another puff of your cig. Which you do. One long pull as you hold the air in your lungs. It burns your throat, stinging as you allow the air to flow out however it wishes. Watching the smoke cloud your vision of the city. 

Lunar makes no moves, though in the corner of your eye, you can see a flash of teal light. When you peak over, you find his gaze focused on you. 

The pause comes to an end once Lunar finally speaks, "But... I came." His expression would've been unreadable to anyone else. But at this moment, you know, guilt is written all over his face. His usually bouncy voice is hushed to a mere whisper. Eyes removing themselves from your form and to the ground below.

Now it's your turn to stare. You haven't seen your Lieutenant like this. It's new. Your heart tugs in your chest as your words fall out, "You're the first."

Almost like unclogging a pipe, you feel something wet stings your eyes. Your gloved hand presses against your cheek and pulls it back to realize- "...Tears..?" Muttering softly to yourself. When Lunar hears this, his head snaps over to look at you. His irises shrink at the sight. Once again you hold his gaze. His body turned to face you, one hand on the brick roof. The other hands in pockets.

Clearing your throat you drop the cigarette snuffing the bud with your heel. With one swift motion you use that heel to turn away from your 'babysitter'. 

"Are you-?" 

"I'm fine Lieutenant," You wave your hand for him to follow.

"But you're crying," Him and that damn soft tone. God. Sometimes you really wonder who the superior is.

"Enough with all the jabbering, let's just get home." You don't stop walking heading towards the fire escape. Catching the second set of footsteps that follow not too far behind.

Before you're able to make your escape from the conversation you feel two arms wrap around you from behind. The other set following not too long after. Once again, despite how desperately you held it in. Your vision blurs. Tears finally free fall streaking down your face. Clenching your fists, feeling how the leather of your gloves squeak against one another. Your back being tightly pressed to the animatronic's chest. 

The compression from the hug is as though a weight is lifted. Your shoulders raise as you refuse to let out a noise. Body shaking, forcing you to lean into your new companion's form. 

"I promise you, detective. I will always come when you call." Words like honey luling you into the security of his hold. Cursing under your breath as you sniffle. 

"Fuck you," Any venom in your voice is lost in the warmth you are given in this moment. Your hands grasping at his lower set of arms. Head drooping more sniffles give away your disposition. Though a soft chuckle that sings in your ears only feeds into it more. Lunar's head leaning onto your shoulder. 

No more words are spoken as the two of you stay locked together.

Next time, you might just take him up on his word.

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[inlocusmads]

I have a very important question to ask, so let me slide into your inbox real quick! Does Trystan ever properly introduce Nora to the Drakovian / Eastern European culture? What does he show her? What are her impressions? 👀❤️

Oh HECK YESSSSSSSS

I hate what canon did so much I am going to pull a Thanos and snap it out of existence. Here's a little HC of how that goes (and yes I'm breaking them down into categories)

Disclaimers: - these are just my hcs!!!! - take a shot everytime I say "cantonese" or "drakovian" (please don't)

Literature: Trystan loves feeding in little tidbits about his culture wherever he finds it plausible. Mostly he enjoys quoting Drakovian literature and stuff he's read in the past - things that resonated with him deeply. He does so over a voice message or dinner or really, any given situation and he loves LOVES to share them. Nora's not the reading-type as in someone you'd expect to pick up reading for a hobby and instead she likes listening to Trys as he goes off on tangents about how a case might be relevant to a quote he read a long time ago or things just remind him of home in some way.

TV and Film: Nora's introduction to Drakovian culture is largely dependent on how the royals perceive it, so Trystan makes it a point to introduce her to a bunch of different films (and yes, in the off chance the films aren't dubbed or subbed, he pauses it every now and then to supply translations). It's easier for Nora to grasp (given she gravitates towards films a lot) and she ends up liking films with a lot of contemporary themes. I hc Drakovian films usually tend to gravitate towards historic themes or comedy-with-hidden-commentary and in terms of TV shows, a fraction of them might tend to gravitate towards procedural/workplace dramas and psychological/crime thrillers that might have a more serialized, seasons-spanning model or TV shows based on plays. Nora will eat that up entirely because if there's one thing she loves besides films, she loves when shows are these episodic collection of stories. She also ends up really liking some Drakovian feel-good stuff too - with the storylines (I hc) focusing on themes of "coming back home", road-trip comedies, stories set in small-towns that reflect upon the country's heritage, black comedies set in cities or this niche genre of "old person tries to keep up with today's world" or just these really mundane little ideas packaged into their own stories. They're not all "murders and daggers" cmon, let's be real.

Onto my absolute favourite part - THE LANGUAGE: Besides getting to know tid bits here and there from film and books, Trystan loves just teaching Nora a couple handy words in Drakovian. I'd like to think he did teach her a few words - just the basics when they went to talk to Bird in Book 1 (to really hammer in that good cop/bad cop routine) and once Nora reciprocated that interest back, he was like "YES now here's a couple of swear words you need to start off with" (jk jk) The reason why Nora showed an interest was largely due to the commonality she drew between her native language - Cantonese and Drakovian - and especially how they have these certain unique phrases that can't just be translated, even though Cantonese and Drakovian have very little similarities in terms of grammar or sentence structure. However they are both tonal languages (I hc Drakovian does focus on tones but it's not heavily dependent and a native speaker would be able to discern the differences without any confusion) which calls for some hilarious moments where Nora overpronounces Drakovian words and gets super focused on the tones and Trystan's like "Nora, it is okay! You can relax!" Both of them, when they're good to share, kind of introduce each other to their native languages. Normally Nora struggles with emphasizing her "r's" (she grew up speaking Cantonese at home and English in school) because Cantonese doesn't have the "r" sound and well, Drakovian takes incredible pride in enunciating your "r's" as much as possible. And how does Trystan help her with it? Swears. It's almost satisfying to exclaim in Drakovian than it is in English because there's about a hundred different ways to put your excitement as well as disappointment (sometimes both) out there. The day Nora ends up dropping something - possibly a cup of coffee and loudly swears in Drakovian is also the day Trystan's just crying tears of joy, full on happy breakdown, in the background. Conjugations suck. Forgetting English for a bit here, Cantonese from what I have gathered, doesn't have conjugations for verbs, instead there are characters that go before or after the word to indicate a specific tense. It's a bit of an uphill climb for Nora to go through this spiel because Drakovian swears by verb conjugations which makes up at least a fraction of its already complicated grammar rules. So yes, even though Nora knows this little "language exchange" thing they've got going on is something both of them really treasure in their relationship, she's one grammatically-incorrect sentence away from screaming.

Culture, traditions and so on: Trystan isn't just a walking encyclopedia of his country's traditions, rather quite literally a valuable resource for the Agency's cases. I'd like to think Drakovians who come to America end up settling in parts of the East Coast or perhaps uber-rich business conglomerates based in Drakovia gravitate towards parts of NYC for well, business reasons. While it isn't a considerable population compared to larger demographics, there is still a population comprised of business owners, celebrities, wealthy magnates and so on who might be interested in employing the services of a one private detective agency (and the endorsement by an exiled prince boosts their credibility too) The Agency do find themselves tackling a lot of high-profile cases and assisting big-name corporate law firms. Trystan's abundance of knowledge in Drakovia's culture and economics - and even some parts of Eastern Europe (thanks to trade and ambassador parties) helps Nora understand the nuances even better. A big lesson for her to learn - ever since the Agency gained traction after the Hand of Mahra case - was to discern between two different clients. A case is intrinisically unique on its own and factors such as economic, culture and society plays an additional role that gives her substance to go on with. It's how she learns more about Sonja in the first place and Drakovia's extensive history with art. Tidbits like that give her so much additional insight to carry on with. Eventually she just really ended up liking Trystan's stories (partly because he's a very good storyteller) - more than what he did as a kid and emphasis on what he saw. They kind of found a solace within each other's cultures because Nora learned the more Trystan kept talking about his, the more he tended to forgive himself for and the more Nora talked about her culture - be it through food or language or film or virtually anything she wished to share - she kind of began embracing her background instead of associating it with her trauma and wanting to ignore it entirely. Their heritage is super important to them. Trystan's family prided themselves over how their culture cannot simply be "shared around" and Nora's parents struggled to build themselves a home away from home in America, whilst ensuring their daughter didn't forget her culture. How they perceive their cultures is so rooted in their familial relationships that of course, it's going to be difficult trying to distinguish the stuff you want to forget from the culture you were brought up with. Partly why they (mostly Nora, because she doesn't like talking all that much) encourage the other to just talk about these things. It took them a while to realize even though they had completely different upbringings, they still had a couple things in common.

And lastly, the People and Places: One thing I really liked about Crimes 2 was the People's Garden scene where Trystan's just rambling about the places he loved as a kid and it's such a gateway into giving Nora an insight more than books, tv, movies, food, music etc. (They literally say that canonically too, if I'm not wrong - about wanting to take MC and give them a tour of their home) and it's like absolutely imperative to Trystan for Nora to have her experience it. Not many opportunities arise for them to go back home, but Trystan makes do with places in New York. From pubs to sociable gatherings, Trystan happens to know - and do some of his own finding-and-gathering to figure out the best scenes. He has a group of his own friends who run restaurants, bars, manage parks and so on and it's the best place for Nora to really understand what the culture is like, rather than see it from a royal/monarchial standpoint. And Nora ends up making a few friends on her own. It's great!

Out of all the avenues, Nora especially connects with the places and the language the best. Obviously it's a slow process. It took them eons to actually open up and even more so for Nora to see Trystan as Trystan and not as an exiled prince/diplomat/top-dog person or as a workplace colleague rather just a really really good friend of hers.

Them taking the time and effort to finding commonalities and compromises made them not only strong as a team (in terms of the job) but just bring them a lot more closer. They get a little jolt of happiness when the other takes an interest in the other - as in, when Trystan's able to read the label off a pack of sunflower seeds in perfect Cantonese or Nora swearing left and right in Drakovian and that basically prompts them to be more open and honest and thus, the cycle of "I NEED to tell you about this little factoid" continues lmao.

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I'm super super sorry this ran for pages Anon! I just loveeeeee talking about their little sharing-of-the-culture (if that's a word?) <333 Thank you SO MUCH FOR THE ASK I HAVE LITERALLY WANTED AN EXCUSE TO TALK ABOUT THIS FOREVAHHH

#anonymous #askboxed #trystan x nora #thorne rose headcanons

[uncxntrxllable]

Wizards of Waverly Place Season 3 Sentence Starters!

change as needed.

" It comes in handy if you're lazy, which you are and sometimes mean to your best friend, you don't even care or thank me for the things I do—! " " Is everything okay? " " Well I'm a vampire. " " Yeah but you have normal feet. " " You smell like vanilla. " " Well, you know what they say. When you love somebody, set them free. And if they really love you, they'll come back. " " Hippopotomonstrosesquippedali­o­phobia is an annoying word, and I'm not gonna say it again. " " Sorry, I think you dropped this. " " Yeah I know. I needed an excuse to come talk to you. " " I can't believe you would do something this stupid. " " I think we all believe I can do something this stupid. " " I was gonna be a lady about this but now I want my dress back! STRIP IT DOWN, SISTER! " " When did you become the most amazing person in my life? " " And speaking of ridiculous things. " " Can't you see the way I feel about you? " " Sorry I'm late. I had a phone call with your mom. She said, "Get outta my chair!" " " I'm (name). Last name...I don't want to know yours so why do you want to know mine? " " So if our universe is actually on a speck of dust, that speck of dust could be on another speck of dust! And another and another... " " Hello? Who's there? " " What are you suppose to be? " " I'm an evil queen. " " Everyone thinks I'm a boring square? " " Wait, you people are eating waffles? I made cake. " " Why is there a chicken on the terrace? " " I trust the chicken more. " " And that hat? " " Pretty good. I ate squirrel, made some new enemies...it was a regular day. " " Oh, good, I thought you were going to say something crazy! " " I know how much is in the register! AND I EXPECT IT TO BE THERE WHEN I GET BACK! " " This little lady can eat!" " I brought a...hamburger. " " I was admiring myself in the mirror with this hat on when they snuck up behind me. " " How does someone sneak up behind you while you're looking in a mirror? " " Well, I was very much admiring my hat. "

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[katyspersonal]

Hey, it’s nice to see you around again! I saw you say you are reading a fan fic soon? That’s cool that you are getting back into it. Do you have any recommendations? :0

Heeeeeey! ❤️ Here, I finally consider myself having read 'enough' Bloodborne fanfics, sooooo let me just share a few! Though I will be sincere; my selection of characters and themes to read is a bit narrow (for now), I do not read anything in the row x) Let's see!

This is a short and finished fanfic that explains the mechanics of Micolash's mirrors teleportation from alchemical and occult standpoint, as well as HOW and WHY he is 'the Host of the Nightmare' and... without any exagerration or flattery?

This is basically all I've ever wanted from fanfiction about Micolash. I was honestly impressed by alchemical and historical knowledge elaborated and how precisely it is explained how things WORK. Fictional universe giving very exact formulas, mechanics and rules of worldbuilding always felt like absolutely next-level thing for me, and something I think Bloodborne fandom REALLY needs. ESPECIALLY regarding the dark academia horror related characters like Micolash. Writing level is also very good.

ALSO, this particular fanfic made me realise something about School of Mensis that BLEW my mind, so I will bring up a bit from it in another post, stay tuned in

(Not to mention that I am absolutely in love with this portrayal of 'early' Micolash, only just having set a foot on his path to insanity, being very stubborn and determined yet clearly having no realistic esteem of how HARD this way will be. Almost childish naivety of a boy that fell in love with inhuman knowledge...)

Now finished works end. x) This fanfic I actually got recommended several times as one of like, two people that love Edgar. I am already enjoying it VERY much, it was definitely worth the hype from my friends I'll say.

It is written in the style of letters and diary notes mostly by Edgar, though sometimes scribbles of other characters are found and... Well, in this case, I did not KNOW I needed this. I absolutely love reasonable and analytical approach of Edgar and how well old English is imitated. (I personally also find this fanfic very handy as a reference to how people in Bloodborne setting would talk, since I just can't imitate this style as someone for whom English is not even the first language... Thank you for teaching me 5000 old-fashioned synonyms. )

Honestly, I think this is the best format for describing Edgar's slow descent into insanity possible; we can see how he loses his objective and falls in love with Micolash through his eyes, it illustrates the progression much more effectively than third face writing would in my opinion. I would not even call it a ship fanfic not yet at least?, he falls in love not with a man but with a cult leader but that is... even better? I don't want to spoil at what point the fanfic is right now as I write this post, but it was SO awesome that I've been thinking about it all day. Without irony, I want Whatever This Is even more than normal "ship" now o_o'

This is also a work in progress, an ambitious project to tell the full story of discovery of the Old Blood and Pthumerian secrets, getting help of Cainhurst in investigations, all the researches, forming of the Healing Church and so on so on...

I am really impressed that Fantomette, as someone without prior experience with writing (and not speaking English as native language, like me) jumped to something so big. But honestly? I've had a lot of fun reading this story. It is just... so many characters, so many themes, and chapters are written absolutely correctly in how they lead events from point A to point B and how the mood changes. There is never too much emotion+information, and never not enough. I don't know how to explain it well as I am still a visual artist, not a writer, but it legit feels like watching a fun TV show! You get invested.

I will be blunt; skill, artistry, grammar (especially in foreign language), sometimes even consistency... they all are important but there is always time to develop them. The most, and most, and MOST important thing for the writing, without which NO skill matters is to be entertaining and engaging. And this fanfic did entertain me and did make me care about what was going on, so of course I can recommend it with clear conscience.

(Also, side note, I gave her many advices on how to improve this or that sentence and pointed out some wrongly used synonyms or typos... I was worried that I'd accidentally destroy her self-esteem, but she has been receiving constructive criticism very well and is willing to improve. Like.. I can just say this person has talent and will go very far.)

So yeah! Waiting for the latter two to get more chapters and be finished.. and also hoping for more stuff like the first one please!

I'd say I am very particular on the 'gives my blorbo a justice' fanfics, and those that either do not focus on a ship or make it weeeeeeeird. Each of the listed fanfics are an example of what I am after; exploration and exact explanation of the science and magic, study of a character and their progress as a person, and detalization of 50000 events and characters that formed Yharnam's story! If you got some more, let me know too!

#bloodborne #use later #fanfics #fandomry rambles #ask replies #ao3 #honestly tho wikipedianna special thanks for making a based fanfic about EDGAR #this guy deserved so much better by the BB fans /hj #like.... argh #but i am still losing my mind over explaining HOW mirrors and seeing nightmares works #bloodborne let so many loose ends #and you might have noticed but instead of revering the charm of mystery and vagueness i always want to know H O W things work #so that first fanfic is not only something my monkey brain can't create but also is EXACTLY what i wanted #/srs #how much i want this? #if i am offered a trade of any shippy or s3xy stuff of micolash never existing in exchange for lotta scientifical and cult antics about him #i will accept without hesitation #just give me KNOWLEDGE please #i know i keep sliding down on the pyramid of needs as a SIMP-le woman but it doesn't change what IS at the top

[ask-the-boogeyman]

A tiger in a cage, yes that is exactly how he feels… But that is how he has felt his entire LIFE. In a cage, chained and rotting away within those white walls. The only freedom he had were the nights full of bloodshed, which were fleeting at best. Sorrow is… something others feel, fear, anguish... The Shape does not feel like how a normal person should. The emotional spectrum he feels is severely muddled under trauma as well as psychological disorders. Emotions such as regret, and joy- Everything is faded like the colors from an old painting.

He can't empathize with anyone, but he can make note of similarities. It's not as if anyone taught him how to empathize when one lacks empathy, to begin with. Despite this, this old killer has picked up his own social cues over the years. This comes in handy when dealing with others, seeing how they react, and responding in kind. It is why him and Frank work. Shifting a bit, he listens.

When presented with everything and the offer to walk, there is a small internal debate before he finally relents and allows the other some form of mercy as he walks. Intrigue is present, he can tell that much and the other is posing no current threat. Whatever it is, whatever kind of killer or being it is, it was interesting. Beginning to follow, his steps keep in line with the Hell Priest as his halligan limply hangs in his grip.

What agony can he nourish the Entity wish? None, it would starve on just that but there are emotions it can feed on. Rage, rage is something the Entity feeds when it comes to the Shape and one that serves to keep him here.

He does not know what the other speaks of, but he cares not for serving anything. It would be just another box. Another caged life and that is not what he wants. He wants to be free, he wants to be free of these forced trials and resume his own prowling. Of his own will.

Much to discuss... This killer must enjoy talking to itself.

@inhuman-hearts

#inhumanhearts #ic reply #Verse;; Spiders web and bloodied fog #m.v

[mbti-notes]

Anon wrote: First of all, happy holidays! I hope that you can spend them with the people precious to you and can rest your energies for next year.

Okay, so this is a bit about communication issues with my parents. I have autism with sensory hypersensitivity in general, specifically misophonia. Loud noises (especially high-pitched ones) REALLY hurt my ears. The problem is that both my parents have a tendency to scream without warning whenever something displeases them in a conversation.

My father talks really loudly normally (I think he has hearing loss) and when he gets excited, he shouts your ear off. He's like that all the time and I really like him, so the best I can do is just stand a bit far away when he's talking since he gets really angry and offended when you ask him to tone down a bit.

My mother talks at a reasonable volume, but every time she gets angry at something you say (she perceives everything as a personal attack and doesn't really get that I'm autistic and what it truly entails. To her, it's a limiting label I can overcome with enough will), she will scream at you out of the blue. I ask her to tone down because it hurts and I'm listening just fine, sometimes she will, most of them she'll just accuse me of making her angry in purpose, say I use the "wrong" words (I have no idea what she means and when I ask her to clarify, she says "I should know" as if I'm neurotypical, but go off, I guess lol) or start getting even angrier. I'm not accusing her of anything, I'm just calmly asking her to speak a little less loudly because it hurts when she talks like that and that I'm listening just fine.

I spent a time living by myself at uni, so I got used to them not screaming my ear anymore, so now that I'll spend the holidays at home, it's truly an issue. I suspect my mother has some type of personality disorder because if she perceives any sort of "accusation" in what you're saying, she'll berate at you. I'm not saying anything bad for her to flip off like that. It happens with my father as well, but he'll just scream back at her and it'll become unbearable to be around them at those times.

Do you have any suggestions on how can I talk to them a bit to minimize this issue? It truly hurts, so it's not something I can just pretend it's fine, when you're in physical pain, it becomes unbearable to pretend it's not that, but I really like them and want to be around them. Thanks, have a nice xmas

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I wish you happy holidays as well, though it may be a challenge. Your parents sound like... quite the characters. As a general rule of thumb, when you are faced with a situation that cannot be changed or people who will never change, most of your options fall into three categories: accept, adapt, or avoid.

I relate to your pain. I also can't physically tolerate shouting and screaming. I'm not autistic but I have immense sensitivity to certain loud noises, to the point where it feels like my brain melts and I will collapse. For example, when I'm working on my car and I have to turn on the shop-vac, the noise of that thing just punctures a big hole in my being. Others just deal with it and can't understand why it's debilitating for me. Some sufferers try a kind of graduated exposure therapy, where they expose themselves to louder and louder noises to gradually get used to them, but it hasn't worked for me.

Since I can't change my physical sensitivity and I can't always change the sound environment, I keep a set of earplugs handy whenever it's likely I'll be subjected to very loud noises. I found some discreet looking ones and I sometimes use hat/hair to cover them up as needed, but people are usually understanding once I explain the problem. I learned to adjust them into a position where I can still hear what people say while volume is reduced.

I'm not saying this is an ideal solution or that it will work for you. I'm only saying that practical problems need practical solutions, so you have to be creative and find a way to adapt.

#sensitivity #misphonia #autism #ask

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What the heck am I doing? - from wp blog, 03/05/2020

Hello, dear visitor! I hope you have had a good week. Apologies for there being a slight delay in my posting - to be honest, I'm pleased with myself that I've started this at all. My brain is well and truly in a 'dwam', as they say in this lovely Scotland, and I just haven't managed to pull myself into the usual frame of mind for this kind of thing. Normally, like slightly irregular clockwork, I've managed to store up enough creative writing juices and motivation to greet you with a clear intent, but this evening I spent ten minutes staring at the empty title space alone. It's what gives the rest of the post a purpose, so I know what the heck I'm even talking about, what the point is - the struggle of choosing it (it was originally something completely different) brings me to the dilemma I've been having most of this week.

The week starting out as it will end, in a dwam, and I was okay with that (self-forgiveness and whatnot). It was thankfully brought to an end by the arrival of some cupcake earrings I'd ordered on ebay - something so small and simple, yet I'm the kind of person who can be absolutely delighted by such small and simple things. If I find something cute I can find happiness (that's probably why I'm so happy around my boyfriend <wow cheesy>).

I also phoned a long-time friend of mine, and it was so fulfilling to speak with someone I have such a long-standing connection with. It was so nice to have a good chat and laugh together - it's been a while since I've had so much genuine fun talking to someone. We caught up, talked about our past, present and future - the latter of which sat in the back of my mind, and then-

BOOM. The next 48 hours were filled with very crowded thinking. Thinking to the point that I've genuinely lost so much energy over it that I need to nap or zone out and work on a jigsaw puzzle, thinking to the point that my boyfriend gives me reassuring pats on the head every so often (I am, at heart, a dog). It's the kind of thinking that almost makes your head less clear. It felt like a massive mental deep-clean, in which I searched and questioned everything about who I was, what I wanted and therefore what I wanted in the future.

Now, I believe it's perfectly healthy and actually quite handy to have a good existential evaluation about what lies ahead, otherwise you'll be going in blind with all danger of getting lost in something you don't want. But there has to be balance, and after this week, I plan to focus more on what I can do now rather than what I might be doing in 3 years time. You can really get lost in your thoughts without the present moment to tie you down, as I did.

Boy, did I get truly and completely overwhelmed. And not the kind I normally associate with manifestations of anxiety, but just utter "Oh my god I've had so many thoughts about all the potential paths I could take in the future that I don't even know how to organise them and work out what I want". Looking at all the stars in a dark sky zone kind of overwhelmed. Sat in a room you're sorting through that's twenty times messier than when you began, kind of overwhelmed. And it's hard to come out of that - that's probably why I still feel dazed - but you have to for your own mental safety. Facing the plethora, the sheer multitude of options ahead of you can be like having too many browser tabs open, and make you want to just close it all and shut the whole operation down.

How do you cope? Well, use what you know, get into familiar mental territory again. For me, I've taken a step back and breathed. In moments of high overwhelmed-ness, time normally sorts things out, so I'm being patient and letting my brain naturally sort out all the thoughts at its own pace. In addition, I was fortunate enough to have both mums call me in this chaotic 48 hour period, and both helped me through the process, one giving me the timeless advice that "No one really ever knows what they're doing." That thought really helped calm down all the other thoughts I'd been having.

I feel like I've run a mental marathon of introspection, and I'm still pretty tired from it. But I've learned a lot about myself in the past week, some deep things, some trivial things, but I'll list them all down below (I would write a paragraph but to be honest could do with the clear-cut, concise nature of bulletpoints for this one):

- I care a lot about mental health, so am considering volunteering for Nightline when the next semester starts. It's a helpline run by university students, for university students. I was, for a moment, considering changing my whole path towards a career in the mental health field, but I've learned I don't have to be quite so dramatic and can test the waters through such voluntary work. No, thanks, Napier University, though I clicked on your website a couple times last week, you can stop advertising on my YouTube.

- I think it's important pre-university students are properly informed of some of the things they might face when at university. Being prepared for what university could actually be like, not the glossy pictures in the prospectuses or the motivational speeches from gap year students, but the reality - which is, like life, a mixture of good and bad, complex, and full of change. So, next academic year, I will finally email about doing an assembly at my old high school.

- I want to do well and try hard again. I've realised that since leaving private school in 2017, where I was constantly pushed to do my best, I've not actually been motivated by myself to try hard, only by others. But for the first time I have that feeling back (although possibly due to quarantine boredom), and genuinely want to see what I can achieve if I put the effort in. I've been forgiving myself, but now I actually want to live in a way that means I can actively praise myself. I want those 'eating out because I had a thriving parent's evening' vibes back.

- This is kind of related to the previous one, but I've realised having a bit of stress in life doesn't have to be negative. Without stress we wouldn't get anything done, and I think now I'm at a stage of relatively strong mental health, I'm ready to test-drive a little more pressure.

- I don't know what I want to work as, but I would love for it to involve writing and speaking Korean (and potentially Japanese and Thai). If it doesn't, that's okay, but I have at least three years to work on those skills and potentially get to the point where I could use them professionally. Whatever I do, I want it to impact the world positively (who doesn't?).

I'm ready to push myself again, starting gently. I'm using two sets of lists each day, one of very achievable ones ("Clean your teeth twice a day"), and one of slightly more challenging ones ("Write you blog" and "Post your blog" as two separate points so I can get twice the satisfaction). If I were some kind of motivational blogger, I'd probably ask, "How can you push yourself?", but honestly I think we're all dealing with enough without someone else's expectations shoved down our throats.

Ah, yes, I see you sigh as I finally include you in the conversation. Apologies, visitor, this one seems to have been a bit of a self-centered ramble. I hope it's readable, anyway, and that it might at least explain why it isn't so readable, if that's the case. For making it this far, I'll reward you with the next section in my story, and wish you a fulfilling week.

A submarine, breaking the warped grey glass by the harbour, but not a machine. Not an object, nothing robotic. Something essentially living, but not human. Human? Yes, maybe; with each moment of air it breathes it absorbs humanity’s lessons and learns. One limb, if you might call it that, latches onto the pavement; the other joins it, and it yanks itself upright into a towering essence. Still deciding, flickering flame, body of water like its birthing pool, taking the form of different identities – stealing.

It looks up and sees a couple pressing their gazes in its direction. It sees what they see: the very epitome of a nondescript character, maybe brown hair, or blonde, with casual fashionable clothes and a face that’s hard to look at. Yes, they don’t stare for long – can’t. Looking at it is like looking at the sun, too impossible, too painful to process. As soon as they cast a glance away, they forget, their minds protecting them.

It glitches up to the long walkway, flickering up; it doesn’t know how humans walk, or how it should travel, so it points its aim to where it wants to exist, and goes. Flash, or a wink, or a blink, and it’s there now, observing the two. Couple. Lovers. Love. It absorbs their essence, feeds on their minds. It approaches them, and she turns her head slowly, lolling a bit, weak for some reason.

“Sleep on rope?” it speaks, somewhere, somehow. She nods and falls forward on the railing. It moves on, turning its own head on the windows and the doors, or glass wall all repurposed as a door as all walls are, as everything is – everything is just particles, as is it, so it seeps in between and dances and transports itself, atom to atom.

It melts through the glass, two doubled-over humans swaying uncertainly behind. It sees a waitress walk by so it begins to walk, slower pace, joining the race. It makes its way up the stairs, through a café, onto the smooth walkway. “I really want to roller-skate on this floor,” echoes of a past energy’s thought passes through its being.

Huh. Roller-skates… It takes hold of that picture, fascinated, layers it up with all the memories it can pull from that energy. Manipulation. Below its non-form eight pink hard plastic wheels print out, followed by screws and a frame and the pink-and-white fabric of the shoes. It gazes, bemused, at the first material thing it has created. Roller-skates. What else?

It scans the population of the shopping centre. It’s a small sample, but it discovers one thing – they all have bodies. It needs a body, something to wear the roller-skates.

It moves forward a little hesitantly – it’s been a while since the person whose memories built them has actually used them – but then propels itself with a small boost of energy towards the nearest human being. It wraps around their wrist, seizing their hand. Something falls: a galaxy, they call it, something to do with space, clatters to the floor. She doesn’t understand how, doesn’t understand why she can’t move, or why she feels drained.

It tries to take her body, saps at her skin, drinks at her nails and hair and eyes and eyebrows. It watches with blank passiveness how her sockets sink in, she goes sallow, and the pulp of her meat cinches in like she’s being hoovered up from the inside. Straw, in a Starbucks drink. Slurp. It takes on a more palpable structure, a glowing shape of a human, the golden colour of energy, god-blood, ichor.

“Hey!” It looks over its shoulder and sees the ghostly imprints of the couple running towards it, teaching it morals, chastising its kill. And suddenly it shrieks with disgust at the woman it has taken from, her sunken shrivelled husk, and desperately sneezes out the essence it stole. She pings back, growing back to feel ninety-percent of her former self. She shakes her head, dazed, and reaches for her phone.

Phone. It learnt about phones, and internet-

It knocks the woman out the way and snatches the device and absorbs freely. Machines are fine to kill. Deicide. Eat the rich. It gapes open the portal that is its mouth and takes in all that information, all the gigabytes of data from the phone and then terabytes from the internet and selects its body parts.

The woman is passed out and slumped against the side of the escalator. People take notice, eventually. A man makes a show of stepping forward in front of his girlfriend. He pauses. Someone is beginning to appear next to her. He screws his eyes shut, shakes his head, forgets what he cannot understand. He looks again. The impossible is still fading fuller before his eyes. He faints. His girlfriend is too busy tending to him to look and faint too.

It is developing, growing, adult foetus, cell by cell, skin stretching, limbs taking place. It holds onto the first person it stole from and takes her face, merges her facial features with the average of female society’s. Average height. Blonde-ish, shoulder-length hair, brown eyes. Or, at least, they are brown so long as it manages to control the vastness of energy within, or else they’re a pulsating gold.

Physical. Finally. Body, wearing roller-skates. They look around, aim where to go next.

“Hey!” someone shouts to the small, spread-out crowd. “That woman’s naked!”

They tilt their head and process what that means. Naked means harmless, means freedom, means relaxing in a Korean bathhouse. No fear there. They glance down at their chest, down at the floor, through the floor. Down there, let’s go. But they can’t glitch through like it used to, so they skate round and down the escalator beyond the woman’s body, defying and controlling physics. The memory’s voice tells it to get clothes, so they glide into H&M, an uncertain trail following their actions, strangers grouping to glue their eyes on the shock.

They take an average of the shop and put on an outfit, piece by piece, as they wander around the space. A lace bra and boxer shorts, red turtleneck, khaki jeans, black boots, brown trench coat and felt hat. They’re not sure how they feel about being clothed, but they feel a lot better once they see the police running through the door.

“Not naked anymore,” they smile, and let the two officers grab either arm, knowing they are safe.

“You’re in the wrong world, honey,” one of them hisses, and they glitch, impossibly, out of that H&M across city, across worlds, into the Pentagram Police Processing Unit.

#creative writing #university #wowww another shapeshifter character what a surprise #I don't use Korean much any more #I didn't volunteer for nightline but have heard it's a great thing to do