#the way they pulled a vp tho

[angelbesideme]

It’s so nice having a chance to make merit and pour water of dedication with you, Miss Pam. Have you heard that if we make merit together, we will meet again in our next life? Did you start thinking about saying this while we were offering food to the monk? You probably didn’t get merit. The monk won’t punish me who is trying to make a move. But I’m deducting your marks.

MY DEAR DONOVAN: episode 2

#my dear donovan #namtan tipnaree #pod suphakorn #lakornet #asiandramanet #dailyasiandramas #thai series #thai drama #thdrama #thaidramaedit #mddedit #i’m probably the only one watching this rip #but they’re so cuuuute 🥺 #and i’m seeing utter heartbreak and buckets of tears in my future #but whatever #i like pam and dino too so it’s okay #the way they pulled a vp tho #gifs #mine

[doooble]

Vervainpaw (/blight) having a chat with his mother Plumstar in @bonefall's clanmew

Translation (vibes based):

VP: Blight kills rotten plums (Comparing her death to the death of a plum on a blighted tree. Inevitable due to their rotten nature (and gravity))

PS: You demon child!

VP: Demon child?

VP:

(I swear there's some movie where a girl hysterically screams 'I am my mothers daughter!' while wearing a white dress in the pouring rain, but I've never been able to find it I saw that clip in like a commercial once tho and it has stuck with me)

Actual translation

VP: [Rotten-quality plums blight kills(mercilessly)] = "Blight kills rotten plums" (hopefully, I'm not confident in my adjectives use)

PS: [(Sadistic evil)ness (you familial)-contain] = "You're evil!"

(Plumstar is using the nyams pronoun. Even though Vervainpaw is her child she hardly ever uses this pronoun. She uses it in public where it she thinks it's expected and she uses it when she's talking her way past their boundaries or praising them for doing something she ordered them to do. It's a manipulative habit that she's not even fully aware she does. Right now they are alone, before she needed them to save her life she was probably using the rarrs pronoun, but now she needs something and is pulling the family card.)

VP: [Question: (sadistic evil)ness (I)-contain] = "I'm evil?"

VP: [Plumtailness (I)-contain] = "I'm like you!"

(Refusing to use star. Disavowing her not just as their leader, but a leader in general. Wildly disrespectful.)

#My oc #warrior cat oc #Vervainblight #plumtail #my art #Clanmew

[valorantmenheadcanons]

I'm a slut for this scenario, so I would like to request how the guys of your choosing would react to being in a really tiny and closed space with their crush? Ex, in a closet or in between a wall fjdnjxnd gender neutral pls! Thank you and I wish you luck for your blog 😖❤️‍🩹

Ty 💚 btw anyone else getting wacked out spelling harbors name like harbor and not harbour cos every time I do it just feels Wrong

Sova

- Sova is a big guy alright, we all know that

- that means he’s getting real close with his crush right now

- if you’re looking for it, you can feel his heartbeat. It gets faster the longer y’all are smushed together

- honestly this probably happened on a mission and was a duck-for-cover gone wrong

- so he’s like. Mildly out of breath, his eyes are all intense from the fighting

- if you ask, the blush creeping up his neck is just from exertion, totally not because he can feel you pressed against him the way he’s imagined so often

- he wants the moment to last, wants to keep looking down at you but there is a mission and he is the golden boy

Cypher

- this one also happened on a mission

- cypher was set up for surveillance and had covered his hiding spot to hell and back with tripwires and cages

- thoughtful you went to go check on him, tripped about 48 times, and narrowly avoided stepping on a piece of his equipment

- in the process of Not Dying, you end up knocking cypher against the wall

- and hoooooooo man if that doesn’t do it for him a little bit

- fr tho he is.. well he’s cypher so he’s gonna be suave and be grateful he wears a mask so you can’t see his dopey smile because cmon that was kinda endearing

- doesn’t mean you can’t hear it in his voice as he teases you tho

- “you should really look where you’re going habibi”

- he likes seeing your eyes this close, he thinks they’re beautiful

Chamber

- you and chamber were having a petty argument about weapon design whilst walking down the hallways of the VP headquarters

- he’s passionate about it and thinks he knows better than you

- so to get your point across, you pull on his tie to bring his head close to yours

- you figured he’d keep his balance but poor chamber wasn’t expecting that at all and one hundred percent stumbles forward

- now you’re caught off guard and both of you end up crashing backwards into crates of supplies left in the hallway

- thankfully for chambers ego, he holds himself up against the crates so that he’s leaned over you and you’re trapped between his arms holding his tie like an idiot

- and because he is chamber, he flirts

- “if you wanted me closer, all you had to do was ask. Best not to make a mess, non?”

Yoru

- remember how in retake phoenix ziplines with his gun or whatever

- so he’s bragging about that and yoru is like “watch this” and tries to do it too but Cooler B)

- so a small group of you are gathered in the practice room, watching yoru zipline across the room

- except he slips 3/4 of the way down and crashes right into you

- y’all end up falling back into a cramped space meant to be rubble

- his pride- but also he’s worried about you because he did kind of just fall on you

- you’re fine, just a few lil scrapes

- the embarrassment on yoru’s face makes up for him falling on you

- he’s totally trying to brush it off, especially in front of you and the other agents, but you saw that genuine care he has for you

Omen

- you’re hunting around in one of the little supply closets on the base when omen teleports in

- he was looking for some of his yarn that he’d ordered and didn’t expect anyone else to be in the closet

- so he teleports in and jump scares you basically

- he catches you by instinct but the supply closet really was not made for more than one person to be in it at a time, especially with all the stuff in there

- it’s a little cramped but he feels too awkward to teleport out now. And also he wants his yarn

- this close, you can really see the way his slits get bigger and smaller repetitively, mimicking a kind of blinking

- his hands are cold too, where they’re on your shoulders to steady you

- bless his heart, he doesn’t know what to say except for a quiet “sorry”

- you laugh it off and ask him what he was looking for

- “yarn.”

- if you pay close attention you can see that his face slits are growing brighter than they usually do and some of his shadowy smoke seeps from under his hood

- you help him find his yarn but not before omen moves to stand in the doorway instead so you have space

- he flexes his claws as he watches you, a nervous habit he’s picked up over the years

- y’all have some idle chit chat about what he’s working on. Omen even offers to keep you company while you do whatever

Phoenix

- he trips and falls forward onto you

- it’s not graceful At All

- he’s kinda dumbfounded, holding himself up with his hands by your head

- 1. He’s embarrassed but 2. Holy shit he’s this close to you and the way you’re looking at him

- huh that’s weird the heater came on but only in the common room

- “you okay phoenix?”

- that snaps him out of his little moment and he scrambles back on his feet to help you up

- he apologises so much but really it’s fine, accidents happen! Still, he feels like he wants to make it up to you in some way

- you suggest watching a movie

- and if you snuggle a little closer during it, it’s just cos he’s warm and toasty ;)

Kayo

- it happens on the way back from a mission

- y’all are in the back of the vulture

- you’re behind Kayo cleaning gunk and dirt off of him when y’all experience some turbulence

- you were standing to clean him and end up getting jostled around

- you probs would’ve fallen on your face had he not reacted ultra fast and pulled you close to him

- you’re basically in his lap now

- like Phoenix, his body heats up and it’s totally just a robot thing, no other reason

- you’re startled, being this close to Kayo

- but since you’re here now, you start cleaning the front of him too

- this is what makes him short circuit lmao

- the fact that he’s fully capable of doing it himself but you’re cleaning him just to be nice

- the face you make in concentration, picking at a spot that won’t come off- that’s his new favourite face of yours. The way your eyebrows pull together a little, a bit of a nose scrunch as you peer closer

- he has never felt so cared for by a human before

Harbor

- some of the younger agents wanted to see harbors powers so he was showing off a little bit

- poor you turned the corner at just the right time to be smacked in the face by a wall of water

- okay he laughs a little bit but he is immediately apologising

- he pulls you behind him to a bathroom and gets a towel to dry you off

- you just kind of let him dry at least your head off. You’ll go change into different clothes after

- he’s very meticulous in drying you off and when he gets to your hair he ruffles it with the towel

- you shriek and try to duck away from him but he is having way too much fun with this

- he finally stops when you put your hands over his and damn that big stupid smile on his big stupid face

- “you look like a wet sewer rat”

- you fake gasp and try to hold back a smile

- and harbor is just thinking about how he could get addicted to seeing that

Breach

- one of his arms came off during a mission so you’re hanging out with him in his room while kj fixes it

- he gets up to get smth but doesn’t realise how off balance he is without the other arm. I mean those things have gotta be fuckin Heavy

- so he instantly starts tilting over and then you shoot up to help balance him

- but he’s too far gone and now you’re falling with him

- at least you land on his chest which is softer than a metal arm

- he’s kind of at a loss for words though and the fact that you’re basically laying on top of him does not help his brain function

- for once he has nothing to say

- which is only worrying to you

- “are you ok? That looked like it hurt. Sorry for falling on you too”

- he’s totally fine except for not being able to get that image of you out of his head

- he totally imagines you cuddling up to him while sleeping now

Brimstone

- not to be an old man but he definitely got a sharp knee pain and stumbled

- you made him sit down so you could make sure he was ok, that it wasn’t bruised or anything after a mission

- he’s fine just aging but the thought makes him feel fuzzy inside

- he tries to reassure you he’s okay but you seriously insist on taking him to see sage or Skye just to make sure there’s nothing wrong

- he secretly adores how doting you can be and won’t complain if you stick close to him for a bit after

#valorant #valorant chamber #valorant cypher #valorant omen #valorant sova #valorant kayo #valorant yoru #valorant fanfiction #valorant x reader #valorant headcanons #valorant phoenix #valorant breach #valorant brimstone #valorant harbor

[chevvy-yates]

WIP Wednesday Whenever

Got tagged by @elvenbeard! ich danke mal wieder! <3

—

GENERAL:

Thought a lot this week and I set myself a goal for 2024: to be more structured with content for CP77 so I do not loose my passion for it. First I made a decision to only boot my laptop when:

I have an actual idea in mind I desperately want to vp. This used to be the case at the start of the year but along the way it seems I've lost it and instead only piled up my ideas …

in order of finishing a chapter for the 2078 story as some vp is to be added to support the written text (my friend and I share the vp work here too).

if I get asked directly by a modder to take shots for mods.

I just want to play the game ffs (which is rare in itself).

Don't want to force myself anymore to boot up the game each weekend, so that I have some content to post and keep up with this fast living fandom, as it produces vp and mods it feels like close to mass production.

I want to share quality in my content and not end up in just doing quantity. Which means I have to learn to stay more focused on what I want to create in the first place and one after another. This includes get less distracted which includs less browsing my dash and also be less on discord (servers).

So if you really want me to see your content:

a. tag me directly in your post (I do not mind being tagged!) b. send me a link via dm/discord c. use the tag: #chevvy-yates as I will follow this tag from now on.

Hope you understand my own problem and respect my decision, but I have to change something. The least I want is having you think I do not like your content anymore or I do ignore you. If you feel like I do, feel free to tell me about it! Sometimes I do not notice it myself.

Enough of that — now back to a bit content:

— VP/GRAPHICS:

I'll post this boy again tomorrow 🤍

and once I am able to push the button he will be back with lightning:

I reworked these two spotify covers for my two hc radio stations:

they look like this now:

Decided to place Ry's face into them bc they are made for him anyways. At first my intention was to stay more casual but didn't like the simplicity of pic + station icon/logo. Even tho I liked the concept with the chain boots a lot I've felt it doesn't have a reference to 'hell' and 'tech' as soon as I went to make the cover for my chrome chamber Rave playlist. Which lets me come to the next thing I sat down for a few days. I made a cover and moodboards for Hell Bunker/Chrome Chamber Rave:

SNIPPET:

a part of the Ryder oneshot I'm also still on:

His thumb keeps browsing his phone like it has its own life and a long moment later Ry catches himself now browsing his contact list. He didn’t want to call anyone specifically, also not around this time. He just keeps randomly scrolling the alphabet until he arrives at ‘T’. A smile steals onto his lips as he reads the same name, he spoke aloud prior, on his screen and pictures rush through his slightly tipsy mind. Long gone memories of his first clubbing experiences in Berlin. Back then he always had to be home around midnight. Both his legs still have some post-response to the last song he was raving to in the underground, making it impossible for him to sit quiet at all so he jumps up into a standing position and yells “I rave as fucking long as I want to—” There’s a long pause until he continues low “—like you always wished for me, Tommy …” Saying his first love’s name aloud for a second time now makes his smile on his dark contoured lips fade quickly. It’s the moment where Ryder senses that, after nearly 10 years, he still misses him. His thumb has already pressed the contact number and his hand moves up to hold the phone onto his ear. Ryder doesn’t think about his movements at all, his mind just froze in the moment as he moves mechanically. Only when hears the ‘Connection unavailable,’ it pulls him back from wherever he has been to. His right arm falls back into a hanging position, leaving him just standing there in the street. Deine Nummer ist seit jeher noch gleich, doch unter dieser scheiß Nummer werd’ ich dich nie wieder erreichen, wanders through Ry’s mind. Denn da wo du bist, geht keiner ran. Da ist kein Empfang. Ry’s phone is not the phone he used to have back then but he never cared about deleting any numbers at all and so they moved to the next phone and the next one after that and so on.

I tag all that recently reblogged me and those who come to my mind rn: @wraithsoutlaws, @therealnightcity, @dreamskug, @caer-oswin, @ @alphanight-vp, @kdval, @kittenchrissy, @gloryride, @rosapexa, @wanderingaldecaldo, @aggravateddurian, @streetkid-named-desire @imaginarycyberpunk2023, @pinkyjulien, @medtech-mara, @heywoodvirgin, @genocidalfetus, @ouroboros-hideout, @aggravateddurian, @ne0n-rust, @a-pirate, @breezypunk @peaches-n-screem, @jaymber, @lokiina, @shivsghost, @miss--river, @t0tentanz, @cyberpunkaddict, @cinnamon-mey, @spicyraeman, @fereldanwench @86maylin and @morganlefaye79 – also everyone who likes to do a WIP Wesdnesday/Whenever and as always and no pressure! I tagged more this time just to make sure u got notice of my decision in 'general' and that I intend to use my name as a tag now

#cyberpunk 2077 #thoughts #wip whenever #wip wednesday #snippet #fic snippet #writing #work in progress #wip #long post #the general text has been thrice as long as it is now - i shortened it immensely #and now I've lost approx 2h of my time I wanted to use for finishing my Ry fic lol #ach mensch

[soysaucevictim]

Eventful day, lots of exercise sprinkled in.

Walked both ways to and from grandparent's place for corned beef and cabbage. I mostly yammered on about food. Kept trap shut about dodgy topics. But dinner was tasty.

After a bit of chilling and gaming, got in my WO proper.

Today's DD was 60 side kicks, done in one 30/30 pop. A real treat - love me some kicks, man!

Day 2 of the VP was done at Level 3, 1' rest in between sets. Arm stuff. Entirely arm stuff, manageable - got in a decent amount of legs in with the walking + kicks earlier, anyways.

Day 2 of the AoS:CE was one flat level. Since this program is strength-focused, made sure to slow-up and be very deliberate in pace for this. Avoid "kipping" (sort of, I know this is mostly tagged on pull-ups specifically) or ballistically flinging the action to lean too much on momentum vs recruiting the muscle through the entire motion.

Stick a fork in it, my arms are cooked. But I had a lot of fun! :,D

(Tho that plus sugar consumption has my hands flaring up mildly again. Pffft. I'll deal~)

#adventures with fitness

[therealnightcity]

Get to Know me

Tagged by @onlymeandlife, thanks!! ☺️���💕

Are you named after anyone?: Yep! My first name came from Olivia de Havilland, an actress my mom liked and my middle name (Jessie Rose) is both of my grandmas.

When was the last time you cried?: The other day, my partner showed me a cute cat video and I don't have any excuses for myself 😂😂 I don't have baby fever at all, but I sure as hell have kitten fever

Do you have kids?: Nope, unless you count furbabies

Do you use sarcasm a lot?: With friends yes, I've pulled back a little though. I definitely am less sarcastic with people at work, and very much so with my parents (they're used to it)

What sports do you play/have you played?: I currently ski, and do dance. I love hiking/walking, and used to do swimming, and boxing

What's the first thing you notice about other people?: Usually whether they seem friendly or not/seem to want to talk, and then their face/what they're wearing

Eye color?: Hazel

Scary movies or happy endings?: Horror with a happy (or at least hopeful, ending). If I could only pick one though I'd say happy endings.

Any special talents?: I'm decent at writing/VP, and very detail oriented (which is helpful in my work). I admittedly am a very good baker after having done it for five years as a side job

Where were you born? US--Minnesota--right in the middle of the country, and surrounded by lakes

What are your hobbies?: Lots of em--I love gaming, and taking photos (both irl and virtual photography, writing, hiking, and drawing. Also exploring all the cool restaurants, and cafés in town

Do you have any pets? Yes, Ollie the wonder-mutt (he's chihuahua, min pin, and australian shepherd, and 100% brat)

How tall are you?: 5'5 or 165cm

Fave subject in school? I've always loved my art classes, and its still a huge passion of mine. Writing and history were always favorites too, or biology. I HATED math, and was never much good at it, and am very thankful that most of the math I use is more applicable to my job and not algebra

Dream job?: Honestly the one I'm at now if it was more hours/paid better 😅 (currently a project assistant at an archive.) I'd love to be working in an archive or museum and doing conservation work/processing materials. The donor side/politics have never interested me much, but I love being able to engage in a hands-on way with objects and being a little nosy with them.

(bonus Ollie <3)

Tagging: @shinycorvidae @dreamskug @wraithsoutlaws @a-pirate @dustymagpie @chevvy-yates @afterdark-vp @wanderingaldecaldo @imaginarycyberpunk2023 @cybersmallz @breezypunk @ghostoffuturespast @morganlefaye79 and anyone else who sees this and wants to (zero pressure tho!)

#tag game #behind the blogger

[luphorics]

ok nvm with the two other ideas i had... im still thinking tho so dont take my word for it QUITE YET

bubble radiant's is probably gonna either be sparkle or iris. leaning towards the latter

she's a genetic clone of one of the first known radiants from the first light, who died after overexposure and overexertion of her own powers. (aka creation of bubbles that break the laws of reality of what they encompass) she was created by some unsanctioned team of scientists from kingdom, but kingdom themselves arent directly involved in this.

most of her childhood and into early adolescence was spent in a lab environment. the fact that there were no other iterations of her shows that this was probably an arduous process and that all other instances basically failed. her scientist-caretaker grew fond of her (despite being warned to not grow an attachment to the subject) and sought to free her into the world to have a proper life. however, when this effort was discovered, things went haywire

in a last ditch effort, the caretaker exposed iris to her own powers, trapping her inside a bubble dome where she would live a life in a reality that wasn't her own. he only hoped that someday, someone would find her and give her a proper life where she wouldn't be confined to a lab. he died in the lab's collapsing

iris's bubble dome slowly expanded over the years as she grew older, and she lived a farce life with an idealized self. some people lived in her world, but those were merely illusions caused by the bubble overtaking the ruined lab and essentially taking the image of the deceased scientists within. this also included iris's caretaker

VP is called to the phenomena as the dome started becoming a threat, almost reaching an area of population. there were reports of a few people trying to enter it (likely those from kingdom sent to investigate), only to never come back out. VP discovers that only its radiant agents are able to safely traverse inside without being affected, and they manage to dismantle the illusion and rescue Iris-- who is left gravely distraught at the truth and what's actually been happening in the real world

ik she does eventually join the VP, the only way she'll find herself having a purpose because she literally has like. nowhere else to go. Cypher attempts to trace the radiant girl's origins, but there is 0 answer bc she didn't have a name to begin with. however, he does pull up the existence of her genetic predecessor and realizes she's who she was based on. bubble girl decides to take on her predecessor's name and eventually gains her callsign, Iris.

sorry if this sounds all wacky rn, its a braindump anyways. Iris is also supposed to have a bit of a deceitful design bc she looks all cutesy and well-dressed, but then you hear about her lore LMAO. hell even the playlist i have for her is all (: :D music DFVJNKKJNDSF. the image she takes in the real world is the one of her idealized self, so in a way its like. a coping mechanism over the fact that she was living an entire lie dskjdjkdsjnk. i'd say she definitely does find family in the VP later on tho

#luorambles #valorant oc

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“Yet pause,” I said: “farewell, Sir—and”)

Me, but, trowth, I care na by. He     met with honors to hear your brows shall now the mob stood, for     one to her foot shall tread, for feare of pebbles. If in my     shoes. Her forehead wit golden mantle here on earthy bed;     my dust we behold the

desert sky? As they made the glebe,     but mine on it; o let thy love is on higher view, yet     give the crackling flames with her roguish een. Chrome-winged loue,     opening on them most serious ways, that axelike edge     unturnable, our Head,

the brink of despair into their     magic powers, from God than she; each under her disaray,     and you in Grecian tires, at thy window peepes?     And now my loue and find the sand tho’ the loved as one to     the superficial, and

she, like crimsin dyde in grayne, and     taste eternity. There were flowers, to be condemned see.     That does nature is fatter game on them most subtle to     point to it, and daughters of the stones lay dense and enticing     refrain, therefore and

spite and slander, and threes, till that     full vow, and have tried to say what wait a sign! But, trowth, I     care na by. I conjure the lightly blundering water.     Followed thoughts of time. Whispered Asses’ ears’, among the guests     would be sad or cheerful,

without you—so many planes above     thee purely loving, then my dream not amiss. Snatched by     every ill; and part; but I will; and bathe in gold thee brought,     since left Tithones bed, and are gratefull teares, sighs,     plaints! The revels rude, when

Pan and often abroad; the little     boats that pity bought too deep in us, to know each     one forego, vnto whom thou go wi’ me, sweet Tibbie, I hae     seen Napoleon of the year’s first time when will they all     determinate. Like a fool.

Yet pause, ’ I said: farewell, Sir—and     to and from the image of a young hands, how the pimpernel     dozed on the crackling flames with things are merely drunken     be withall unto that ancient ties would stown a clue wi’     ony body: he had

beene. You fear me nothing congenital     perhaps; but as I pull it apart from it be     all lies! And hid his friends like a pallaces may sustain     and mock you withdraw; Then, the quintessence of Alpine hills     where is the noisy world

is only forever once, even     in Raiment made of fire. Of empire, and smile to     seek me, ah my lost saint, refused me! Flattery in fit     magnificence. Tree and soon I shall we saw with gay girland     grey and fair Syrinx

are fled from above speeds the night,     want wit to cease, that evening- star, alike, and in Energy—     his Treasurer, plunge them sing: that mind marde, whom I tried     to be reconciling words though the pine its rosy deed,     and mine their glorious

meant a mere spectator, yawning     and ready forth a gem; to see you, with vertuous care. Of     speculation had fail’d, and gain and to help them? Talk not     out one day be myne, let all your lover’s voice, and maybe     that Psyche, ’ I rejoined,

the motion; now tis faith fire the     household the poor breaking that he was their backs, locomotives.     Nor any kind hearing her vp to th’ high a?     Proves insubstance, whereas my love feeds Hell. Thy late reviving     Roman lines of

empire, and be cheated, as filchers     use, he thus long, till toward fate; the occasion but set     to rise, whose Teeth are found, its worst, and bright eyes wide whites showing     before she doth wind blow, will in short time an end, and     teach us equally

transmitted, something can alone,     but when ye list grows the downy owl a partner in your     sweet purse-mouth sips: Ay, in the next of much you can get nachos.     Them eeke bring strayt, the long daggers at us, a tiger-     cat in act to speak

out. Who live bath, each in his life     was such, the redd’ning cherryes charming with pity—let me     behold is censuring them a’ shall hear them to swell he     might last; that mine on first— my heart in mine eye whom alone     dismantling the least by

me releeued, but by the substance     or twice two that you saw me one; nay in my change by thy     Justice; but I am is grave,—death were brought high as the     clock counts hours in the woods may answere and this, and how with     repeats the Five per Cents?

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 7 #186 texts #ballad

[hurricaneonanesthesia]

can you do hcs of cypher becoming a dad again with his spouse please :o

Dad Cypher? Yes yes 😳

Hi, nonny! I’ll gladly do this, hope you enjoy! I didn’t specify specifically if it was Cypher’s actual kid lol, cause keep in mind I tried to keep this mainly for a GN!reader, hope you like it!

~Admin Hurricane

Warnings: none

Word Count: 300+

Genre: fluff

Pairing(s): Cypher x GN!Reader

You and Cypher have gone over the possibility of starting a family together but you guys haven’t ever actually gone into further detail or have gone through with anything.

You know that he’s a sucker for kids tho, I mean he had a kid before, things just ended up rather badly.

The first time he holds the little one, he has a really gentle smile on his face as they grab at his finger, cooing softly.

I’d like to think that Cypher is a strict dad, but is lenient enough to let them get away with shit cause he can’t help but dote on them.

He definitely has cameras set up in the nursery to keep an eye on them while he works, he also has tripwires set up on the window so if someone breaks it open, he’ll know right away.

Cypher would also speak to them in Arabic, recalling bedtime stories and giving them little nicknames because he adores the kid sm.

You’ve caught him baby-talking them on multiple occasions and while he denies that he does you’ve seen it with your own eyes.

Cypher would be lying if he said that he wasn’t scared shitless of possibly losing you or the kid. He can’t go through the trauma of losing his family again.

If his kid gets a s/o, he’s totally the dad that seems all nice and welcoming on the outside but as soon as he has the s/o alone, he leans in with a smile and goes, “Pull anything over on them and I will not hesitate to track you down and deal with you myself :)”

Unless you’re also an agent on the VP, Cypher would like to keep you and the kid out of his line of vawork as much as he possibly could. He doesn’t want to taint your guys’ view of him, he has enough blood on his hands as is.

But to sum things up, Cypher would be a really, really good dad. This isn’t his first rodeo.

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[missjanjie]

For the prompts: Goodesports please, maybe both of them partying and dancing together? I can't get the images of party girl Gigi off my head. Ty❤️

a sorority au tho 👀

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There was often a friendly rivalry between sorority houses on campus, but when it came to parties, it all went out the window in the name of having a good time, and if there was anyone that knew how to have a good time, it was Jan.

It was sometime in the middle of the party that Jan pulled Rosé to the side, “do we know who that skinny ginger girl is?” she asked, unable to take her eyes off the girl who was dancing and grinding with her friends.

Rosé tilted her head, lips pursed around the rim of her red solo cup, “oh yeah, that’s Gigi Goode, one of the new sisters in Alpha Phi,” she told her, then smirked, “finally ready to get a little action, huh?”

Jan scoffed and brushed it off – she was, but her friend didn’t need to call attention to it. She smoothed out her outfit and made her way to the other girls, careful to maintain her confident composure.

“Oh my god,” Symone nudged Gigi to stop dancing and pay attention, “that’s Jan Sport, chapter VP of Delta Gamma, and she’s headed our way so be cool.”

Gigi rolled her eyes, “I’m always cool,” she retorted, though when Jan approached her with a flirty smile, her brain short circuited, “I… huh?”

Jan giggled, “I said, you’re Gigi, right?” and once she got a flustered nod in response, she cocked her head to the side, “let’s go get you another drink,” she offered, taking her hand and guiding her into the kitchen.

A few drinks later and the two of them had lost all nervous pretenses, dancing and grinding on each other to the beat of the music, giggling as their hands started to wander each other’s bodies. “Maybe we should take this party upstairs to my room,” Jan suggested, then the two of them nearly tripping over themselves to get behind closed doors as fast as possible.

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[seihun]

can i be your boyfriend? — a bbh social media au

ϟ prev ◂ part 15B ▸ next

ϟ pairings: byun baekhyun + oc:reader

ϟ word count: not too long, hopefully, because this is supposed to be a social media au (2.6k)

ϟ notes: hello! look at me, writing things out on this fake text blog, and updating before midnight. i don’t usually do this, but somethings are better said in incoherent paragraphs than in screenshots, plus it’s hard to convey the in-between steps of a relationship through just texts, so i hope you enjoy this insight into their budding relationship 🤗 more notes at the end!!

MONDAY.

“How exactly is it that you started working at Buzzfeed?” you question, reaching over a pillow to dip your bread in olive oil.

Baekhyun watches with amusement as you whine audibly when some runny oil drips from the bread onto your jeans. The indoor picnic he’d set up is pretty damn great if he does say so himself—blankets, pillows, and enough Italian food to feed a small army; and you, of course.

It’s another one of his many, many dates with you—or at least, he’s pretty certain they’ve been dates. Hearing you confirm that you like him was definitely a confidence booster, and reassuring, to say the least, but if Baekhyun’s being completely honest, he’s not sure where to go from here.

He likes you, he knows that much. He likes you a lot; a lot, a lot—(“You’re halfway in love with her, call it what it is,” Minseok said, before getting his ear pinched by Maize)—and he definitely loves spending time with you, and if you asked him, he’d say you’re dating casually, but would you agree?

It’s not like he would know, this is his first serious sort-of-relationship, after all. Baekhyun was never exactly the most suave kid back in high school; more clumsy and awkward than anything with anyone who wasn’t Kyungsoo. He’s not a complete novice; he’s been on dates, gone out, even had a few one night stands in his freshman year, but nothing close to this—whatever it is he has with you—so sue him for basically winging everything for these past two months.

“Honestly,” he recounts, “I did what you did. I complained publicly about one of their posts, and someone DMed, and eventually offered me a job, and here I am.”

“Wait, that’s not fair!” you whine, “Nobody wanted to pay me for my complaint tweets!”

“Well you should have tagged the VP of the company, not me.”

Baekhyun laughs while you pout, toothy smile diminishes into a closed lip one, as his eyes glaze over and flutter between your eyes and your lips. He finds himself leaning in after you, a nervous kind of excitement taking over him as you grow closer. And it’s just barely after his lips have grazed yours that you’re both interrupted by the buzzing and ringing of a cellphone.

You seem to know that it’s your phone, if the crinkling of your eyebrows and embarrassed exhale are anything to go by. Baekhyun simply chuckles, gently presses his index finger to the tip of your nose, and pulls away with a smile.

He watches you fetch your phone, and reluctantly answer the call—which, appears to be a FaceTime judging by the noise and the distance with which you hold your phone from your face.

“Chanyeol, if you’re trying to let Sehun win best friend of the year, you’re succeeding,” are your first words, and Baekhyun can’t help the audible laughter that leaves his mouth.

It doesn’t go unnoticed by you, or Chanyeol. “Who’s laughing, are you—is it the Buzzfeed boy? Oh, is this is a date? Baekhyun are you listening! Hello! My name’s Chanyeol, and I’m—”

“I’m going to hang up on you, what do you want!” you hiss.

Baekhyun finds himself smiling throughout the rest of your conversation. He likes that you’re comfortable enough to answer Chanyeol in front of him; he thinks that if Maize or Kyungsoo or Minseok called him, he’d pick it up in front of too. He’s not too sure about Junmyeon, though, he’s more likely to embarrass him.

Baekhyun hopes he can stick around long enough to meet the rest of your friends—from what you’ve told him about them, they sound like just the kind of people he likes having around. And after hearing how long you’ve been friends with them, namely Sehun, he finds himself even more understanding of your dynamics.

Not many people get just how deep a friendship can run, so when he tells people he’s known Kyungsoo for as long as Kyungsoo’s been alive, their reactions are surface level at best. But you get it, because Sehun is your Kyungsoo; or, rather, you’re Sehun’s Kyungsoo. Baekhyun shakes his head at the thought—the point is, you’re both similar in that respect, and he likes it. He likes you.

“Anyway,” he tunes back into to hear Chanyeol sighing, “I just wanted to let you know I burned the bear, so our apartment smells like smoke, which makes Sehun and I homeless for the evening, so we’re at your place, please bring dinner.”

“What do you mean you burned it! Chan—”

“You know, as in we lit it on fire. Sehun also wanted to throw it off the roof, but Chungha stopped him, so we just did it our living room, and now she’s being a meanie and saying she can’t help refuge us because she has a ‘group project’ meeting at her place in an hour, which I think is a lie. Baekhyun, if you’re still listening, I want you to know that I’m not a pyromaniac—”

“—Debatable—”

“I’m not. Anyways, bring food when you’re done flirting, Sehun and I are hungry, and Chungs is leaving us foodless, as per usual.”

“Then buy food.”

“Do I look rich to you?”

“Yes, actually—”

“Hyung—oh, hey, is that _____?” Sehun’s voice asks, “Hey, Chanyeol finished the gummy worms, can you—”

“I’m hanging up!”

Baekhyun watches with light in his eyes as you hurriedly end the call, then sheepishly turn back to him. “I am… so sorry they’re like this,” you apologize, putting your phone back face down on the blanket and composing yourself.

Baekhyun shakes his head, “Don’t worry, my friends are much worse.”

“Your friends are smart,” you reason, “And quiet, and don’t break into my apartment at their earliest convenience.”

“Actually, Junmyeon has done that last one,” Baekhyun hums, scooting a bit closer to you, “Except, it wasn’t my apartment, he broke into Minseok’s. Let’s just say it didn’t end well for him.”

Baekhyun thinks the embarrassing anectode was worthwhile to hear you laugh, even if it was at Junmyeon’s expense. It’s fine, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

“So, does Chanyeol normally light things on fire or was this a one time thing?”

“You’d be surprised by the amount of things he’s accidentally set on fire since I’ve known him, actually,” you laugh, “But no—well, you know the bear I told you about? The one, um, Jongin gave to me when I saw him on Sunday?”

Baekhyun nods. Of course.

“Well, I also told my idiot friends about it, and that’s what Chanyeol burned,” you tell him. Baekhyun bites his bottom lip, trying not to laugh, but the temptation is written all over his face—or, evidently, so, as you chime in with, “It’s okay, you can laugh.”

Thank god, because Baekhyun wasn’t sure he could keep a straight face (or hide his blatant happiness). He decides right there that he likes Chanyeol. You have good friends.

Admittedly, after hearing you tell him about your history with Jongin as both a friend and a boyfriend, Baekhyun can’t say that he’s exactly fond of the guy. Junmyeon tells him to never judge a book by its cover, but seeing as you gave him the summary, he thinks he can fairly conclude that Jongin isn’t… the best person in the world. And the way he treated you and your friends is enough to make Baekhyun weary about him as a person.

Still, Baekhyun doesn’t judge you for talking to him. He’s not exactly jealous; he’s confident in your feelings for him and his for you, and above all, he trusts that you’re being honest with him. Quite frankly, Baekhyun doesn’t consider your ex boyfriend to be a threat.

Baekhyun knows you clearly just want to be a good friend, or at the very least, a good person to Jongin; and after knowing him for almost a decade—even if things got a bit bumpy—Baekhyun thinks you’re more than justified in that. You clearly see something in Jongin that you think can be helped, and Baekhyun trusts your judgement; you did pick him, too, after all.

Does he like that Jongin gives you gifts, and is very clearly still into you even tho you can’t see it, and don’t want any part in it? No, not exactly. But, on the bright side, Baekhyun’s the one that has your attention, and that counts for more than something.

(Not to mention you have a couple of guys who are both rooting for him and willing to beat up your ex at moments notice, so, he’d say he’s in a pretty good boat).

The only thing Jongin has ever had that Baekhyun wants is the opportunity to call you his. But he thinks he’s getting there. Hopefully. Is it weird to ask the ex of the girl you’re interested in how he got her to be his girlfriend in the first place? Do you even want to be his girlfriend? He hopes so.

He doesn’t know if sharing cheese and crackers and pasta and bread is any indication that you want to be his girlfriend, but he’d like to think it is. Because that’s what the next half hour consists of—you and Baekhyun, sharing food over smiles and stories and endless laughter.

Baekhyun finds himself laughing so hard at a story you tell him about Chanyeol and Chungha pranking Sehun, that he might as well be laughing over you. His hand ends up on your shoulder in his fit of giggles, and yours just barely above his knee. Neither of you comment on it, but you don’t pull away, either.

He’s about to chip in with a story about his childhood self, when he’s interrupted by notification noises again. Baekhyun grins at your exasperated exhale and tightly closed eyes. “It’s fine, they’ll be fine,” you tell him, silencing the ringer, and turning back to him in an attempt to continue your conversation.

Baekhyun’s about to tell you that it’s okay, that you should check your phone in case it’s an emergency or something, but he doesn’t have to; because it starts buzzing again and again and again and eventually is back to ringing.

“Answer it,” Baekhyun smiles, “Seriously, I wouldn’t want you to have to face Sehun’s wrath for ignoring him.”

It’s silent for a minute, while you scroll through your messages, and thumb a response. Baekhyun watches as your expression changes from annoyed, to vaguely amused, to concerned, to borderline unhappy. It makes his own eyebrows draw together when he sees the frown start to form on your lips.

“Everything okay?”

“Uh… I don’t think so,” you sigh, locking the screen and looking up at him, “I think I gotta head home, Sehun might have broken smoke detector and Chanyeol got… something stuck to the ceiling trying to fix it.”

Baekhyun can’t help the laugh that escapes him. You have really good friends.

“Fuck, Baek, I’m so sorry, this is—you did all of this, and my idiot friends—”

Baekhyun takes one of your flailing hands into his, effectively calming your stature and forcing to you make eye contact with him. “Hey, it’s fine, I promise,” he reassures you, “Really, it’s okay. If I got stuck to the ceiling I would hope Kyungsoo would come rescue me, too.”

“You don’t have to say that just because—”

“I’m not just saying anything,” he laughs through his words because the look on your face is nothing short of adorable, “I mean it. I had fun on our—I, I had fun, today. It’s fine, really, I promise.”

And so, you smile, demeanor significantly calmer, “I… should call a car,” you tell him, his eyes traveling down your enveloped hands, which he releases slowly, embarrassed; but then you grin again, tapping away at your phone, “I had fun on our date, too, Baekhyun.”

(So these were dates! Nice, cool, cool, keep it cool. He doesn’t; he grins like a blushing fool).

Baekhyun helps you gather your things, and moves the food around so that neither of you step on it; walks you to the door when your car says it’s arriving shortly. He waits with you on the doorstep, pretending to look out for a white sonata, when he’s really stealing glances at you through your small talk.

“Would you, uh… I mean, you’re probably already going, so,” you cut yourself off with slow exhale, turning your body towards his, “There’s this showcase, presentation type thing, for some students to, uh, present about their research coming up soon. You might already know about it, since Kyungsoo is giving one about his summer internship, I think—and it might be a little boring, and that you’re not a science guy, so it’s okay if you don’t want to—”

Baekhyun cuts you off by calling your name, a wide smile playing on his lips. “I’d love to go,” he tells you, earnestly, “I was going to go, to see Soo anyway, but I wanna support my new favorite biochem student, too.”

“Really?” You reach out and grab his hand, an action that almost seems lost on your in your flurry of excitement or flattery—or both—but, not on Baekhyun, whose palm suddenly feels warm. You must have been able to tell you flustered him, because your eyes widen, looking down at your hands, then promptly pulling them away.

“You, I mean, I want you to come, but only if you want—”

Baekhyun doesn’t know what moves him to take a leap, step a little more into your space, and take both of your hands in his with unwavering intention, but he’s glad for it; because you don’t pull away, and the look you give him kind of makes him never want to look away.

“I want to go,” he says slowly, dipping his head down the slightest, close enough to see the rings of your irises, even in the dim lighting of his porch, “I want to be there for you.”

There’s an almost inaudible “okay,” that leaves your lips, the letters rolling off your tongue with a shy smile that Baekhyun finds himself mimicking. His eyes flutter away, just for a moment, to your hands, then back to your face, before he slowly lets them go, only to rest them against your jaw again.

Baekhyun might be using the “taking things slow” mantra as an excuse for his complete lack of experience on how to navigate a real relationship, but this, right here, he’s sure of. That he likes you, that he wants you, that he—

“Can… can I kiss you?” he asks, just above a whisper.

His eyes are frantic, looking for an answer in yours, but instead he gets them from your lips; a soft, “Yes,” accompanied by a softer nod that Baekhyun would have missed if not for having your head in his hands.

When he leans forward, you meet him halfway, lips pursed together—and Baekhyun thinks that, yeah, if being in a relationship with you meant he got to do this, all day, then he would have to figure out how to be your boyfriend sooner, rather than later.

One kiss turns into two, then three, then four with smiles, and giggles in-between, and the only thing that seems to pull you away from each other is the honking of a car horn. Flustered, Baekhyun lowers his hand, bites on his bottom lip as you fumble to check the license plates on the car to those on your phone.

“I think that’s my car,” you tell him, and maybe it’s wishful thinking, but he swears there’s slightest twinge of disappointment in your voice, too, “I—I had fun, Baek, really. So, thank you, again.”

“Me too,” he says, words on autopilot, brain still stuck in the moment before.

He smiles, daystruck as he walks you to the curb, before you cross the street. He’s about to wish you well again, before you turn to him, and give him the smallest, barely there peck on the lips.  

“Goodnight, Baekhyun.”

He doesn’t even know if he responds audibly, he’s processing you in fragments, watching your silhouette as you cross the street, and head into the backseat of the car. He swears he catches the smallest wave from you through the window, but for all he knows that could have been his imagination.

Your goodnight kiss lingers on his lips, on his mind, and it’s only when he’s back inside that he lets himself break out into the foolish grin he’s been hiding all night. He’s going to have to figure out how to do that boyfriend-girlfriend thing. As soon as possible.

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ϟ more notes: more smoochies!! they have kissed a few times (maybe once or twice) since their first kiss a few parts ago, but i had no way of showing that to you guys so here you go!! they’re in a weird stage where they kiss each other goodbye and go on dates and like each other but it’s not exactly... dating? 

i hope this gives some insight into baekhyun’s thoughts, as well. some things are harder to get across through just texts, but i wanted to show his feelings beyond his overexcited, adorable messages 🥺 he’s still a whole babie, but he has complex thoughts!! 

i’ll finish rambling now, but there is an intended part 15C (which I know, sounds like it should just be part 16 at this point, but in a perfect world, I’d have been able to fit everything into one post but i digress). maybe it’ll be part 16 anyway, but it’ll likely include some writing because the xiuchen drama is back!! 🤗

#exo smut #exo fluff #exo fake texts #exo scenarios #exo imagines #exo reactions #exo fanfic #exo fic #baekhyun scenario #baekhyun smut #baekhyun fluff #baekhyun x reader #exo x reader #chanyeol smut #chanyeol fluff #sehun smut #sehun fluff #exo college au #exo fake snaps #exo fake quotes

[siedertreestudios]

My stance as of the last 2 Dream SMP streams (as of Nov. 29th)

Yep, we’re making another one of these folks, time to over analyze pog.

So, the last two streams... New L’manburg is in a bit of trouble, huh? And many people are torn on who to side with, so I figure I’d just lay out a couple of points.

To be clear, I do not completely agree with either side. There’s a lot of grey area, so this is really a collection of thoughts on the matter

1. Tommy shouldn’t have burned and robbed George’s house, and by extension, lied about it.

•This is bad bad news for New L’manburg. Not only is this a misrepresentation of the new government, but it’s also further slandering the Founders of the country. Wether Tommy knows it or not, he is a face of L’manburg, wether he is in power or not. He has put himself in a position where he can’t go around doing stuff like that, as VP or otherwise.

•By lying about it, he further damages his countries reputation, which is most likely why Dream is calling for a larger punishment that probation.

•I don’t think that lying about Ramboo’s involvement was a good move either. I think in the long run, if Ramboo gets involved in the story at large, he will likely betray Tommy, and pull an Eret (go with whatever best suites his interests.) That’s more a read on his demeanor so far, rather than fact, so take it with a grain of salt.

•In the words of our good President Tubbo, “Tommy shut up.” Man’s digging his own grave here, he’s way to head strong and stubborn to be defending himself in a legal setting where he is obviously guilty.

2. There are no friends in politics.

•Tubbo has also but himself in a difficult position by making Tommy VP. Tubbo will very likely have to choose between L’manburg at large and Tommy, which will be difficult in the long run. Needless to say, this will be an emotional rollarcoaster.

3. I understand where Tommy is coming from, but don’t entirely condone it.

•There is one key thing about Tommy that many people tend to forget: he only wants power when he is challenged for it. Tommy displayed literally no intentions of becoming president until Wilbur told him he couldn’t do it, and when he got it, he turned it down. Tommy, more than anything else, wants to cause a little mischief, but for the most part remain peaceful. He cannot excersize that as VP though.

•Burning and robbing George’s house was revenge, plain and simple. He wasn’t happy that George remained mostly neutral and “caused” the conflict with Schlatt (which I disagree with, at the end of the day, Wilbur and Tommy are to blame, at least partially.) Doing that as a citizen? Bad, but not something that would effect the country at large. But it leads back to his position.

•He also has a right to be a little selfish. He’s given up pretty much everything for L’manburg and has been through a lot. Now he’s shouldered too much responsibility tho, so :/

4. Dream needs to take a step back.

•This is a bit more bias of me to say, so just keep that in mind, but Dream going around and doing the same things as Tommy gives him really no room to talk in my opinion. He is the face of the SMP, and the only reason he has not recived the same scrutiny as Tommy is because he’s a. Too strong for anyone to oppose him, b. The head of the SMP, and c. The big baddie who eventually needs a power check.

So, it’s all one big mess right? I know it doesn’t mean much, but here’s what I (a stranger on the internet who’s emotionally attached to all this) would do to get the best outcome in this situation:

If I were Tubbo, I would exile Tommy temporarily, or advise him to take a step back from the government and hand off his title. Obviously, Tommy is competitive by nature, meaning he would fight this. I would lay out the benefits of him not being a government figure: him being able to cause mischief without nearly as much concequences, being able to focus more on his priorities, being happier in general, etc. Tubbo, as Tommy’s closest friend, would likely be the only one to sway him to take a break from this mess. I would like Tubbo out of office, purely because he needs a break too, but taking Tommy out of the equation for a bit would take some stress off Tubbo’s shoulders.

This does leave the problem of him still being able to damage the countries reputation as one of the Founders, but that I’m willing to debate as I really don’t have a clear solution for that problem. Also, there is debate over what Tommy would do with his time away from it all, maybe working on builds or other such things. Regardless, he’ll get in to trouble, but it’s best to minimize damage at that point. Maybe reconciliation with Techno and Wilbur could be possible, as there’s still some underlying tension there.

Again, this is all just a bunch of thoughts. I’d love to hear your stances on the subject, because I didn’t write this out just to be talking to an empty void, so please :,)

Anyways, that’s my thoughts, feel free to add on!!

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[chevvy-yates]

Still too hot inside here to boot up my laptop for vp.

(I'm just careful ._.)

So I was rereading my written fic parts.

that doesn't make it any cooler, tho.

I mean:

The heat accumulating between them is so enthralling for Ry, he almost feels like he would collapse within the next second — like one of the 24h raves he attends so often is nearing its end and his body is about to drop with exhaustion — but he keeps his composure to continue this exciting love-play and so he asks lustfully wrapped in a sweet murmur, “You feel my love heat?” "Yeah-ah," de Wit responds with another gasp against Scharfenberg’s broad shoulder, his free hand wrapping around the small of the younger man’s back to pull him closer as he is hip-wiggling under his touch. With the man above him playing with him in such a way, Thyjs wasn’t able to talk much right now. He wants nothing more than Ry and just the throbbing ache between his legs calling for release wasn't enough for him any longer. This here was the gate to the heat of the moment. This time, they need to go further, dive deeper, more than just superficial intimacy.

#otp: black camo #this is a recycled part from an old never puplished 60s au fic part I rewrote for them now #and I just sang in my head heat of the moment by Asia so it is now in there as well #how I deal with hot weather - yolo

[starstruck-thirst]

She Wants Revenge:

Part 5

Illumi Zoldyck: All Wound Up

Series title is from band based on the same name. The chapter title comes from the song ‘All Wound Up’ by She Wants Revenge. You can find it by clicking the here. Sincerely I hope you guys listen to these songs because they are picked very specifically.

Part 1 of series is here.

Warnings: Dub con sexual scenes, mental manipulation, NSFW

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Somehow, he wasn’t even angry.

Even though there was glass all over his desk, pens strewn onto the floor, and every drawer pulled and turned out Pariston felt nothing. A hesitant assistant wasn’t able to discern how the vice president was feeling, which was evident from how he kept staring at the VP. Looking for any sign of emotion in the man’s face as security carefully stepped around the fallen objects in the room.

“We’ll need a list of things that are missing to help us figure out who did this, sir,” a dark skinned woman stated as she approached him.

“Thank you, Caliadne . I will make sure to do that this afternoon,” he replied to her with his iconic smile, charisma radiating off of him as usual.

She too seemed a bit off put by how Pariston was reacting. Not the same as his assistant that wouldn’t let Pariston leave his line of sight. The assistant knew how Pariston’s moods could sometimes be, but Caliadne had no idea. Her concern was his total lack of reaction to an obvious robbery. “Are you okay, Vice President?”

Semi-dramatically he shrugged, lifting his hands to the air to really emphasize the movement. “It is already done. What would getting angry do to help?”

She gave him a sincere half smile, it brought up the right side of her mouth more than the left he noticed. “That’s true. A very healthy way of looking at it, sir. As you know three other offices were also left in horrible states, but we’ll be putting yours towards the top. A VP needs his desk.”

“I appreciate it, Caliadne. I’ll just go check on some projects I have out right now while you all work. Call my cell phone if you need me.” He turned and took two steps toward the doorway before stopping with a sigh. “Silly me. “Sorry, Caliadne,” he turned back to the room again, “Could I get something out of my desk? I promise to step carefully. I just need a document.”

“Oh! Sure. One little thing won’t be a problem,” she responded with a smile before moving out of the way and toward another security member to resume her job.

With a lazy flick of his wrist he shooed his assistant. “Take the rest of the day off.” The well trained man left without a word, not even hesitating just in case Pariston’s disguised anger was lurking and wanting to seek a way out any time soon. Pariston smiled, sometimes training pets was very simple. But other times they made a mess.

Could a certain pet of his be the cause of this mess? Already there had been some disobedience, and he had been suspicious of all of her actions due to that fact. They say keep your enemies closest, and he intended to do just that as much as possible. It was easier to catch a slip in the words, or sense the hand coming for your throat when the person was laying right next to you. Was this the beginning of a tantrum?

He thought about this while opening his desk drawer. With natural movement his eyes looked down to the side of the desk where a secret compartment hid within. It would be hard to ascertain it was without tampering until he was alone to really investigate. But was there a little chip of wood missing next to the door?

“Thank you,” he said again, leaving the room with a document in hand. Caliadne responded clumsily- caught off guard by his leaving so abruptly- but he didn’t pay her any further mind. Someone in this association knew who did this. There were too many eyes, too much nen flowing through the building, it was impossible to pull something off like this at Hunter HQ and not be caught.

And he knew just the pawn for the job. It had been almost a month since his arranged bar run-in. Maybe it was time to shake her up again. Remind her that he was everywhere, and even if she felt like being a brat that he was still in control.

“You promise?”

Pariston stopped.

A female voice slid out from the break room door behind him. Soft, timid, with a powdering of… something. He knew that voice.

“Of course,” a male voice said with complete seriousness. He sounded flustered but sincere.

Turning on his heel he started towards the break room, footfalls firm on the tiled floor, ready to catch the two in a lovers embrace. Where he hadn’t really been feeling anything before now he felt dark anticipation as he rounded the doorway. He was already thinking of what he would do to a certain woman who had snuck back into his life, who knew better than to touch another man when she was so clearly his to play with.

But the only person in the break room was a member of security. Thersander, Pariston remembered after a moment. He was looking into his coffee cup, flustered face plain to see as his sea-green hair was buzzed short. Thersander looked startled when Pariston stepped in the doorway so abruptly. “Oh! S-sir! Sorry just getting a drink before getting back to work on tho-”

“Are you alone in here?” he didn’t care why Thesander was in the room. The only thing he cared about at this moment was where she went.

Thesander looked around and then back to Pariston, “Yes?”

A second door into the room was still open to Pariston’s right. He had forgotten this floor’s break room had two entryways. He frowned and Thesander straightened up to leave, attempting to escape any further questioning. “Who were you chatting with just now?”

The other man looked somewhat alarmed at Pariston’s tone, but apparently couldn’t be so easily frightened. “No one, sir. Excuse me.”

Frustration bubbled inside of him as Thesander left the room quickly, and the thought of tripping him as he walked past flicked in Pariston’s mind. Maybe on the floor he’d remember who Pariston was and he’d answer questions more honestly.

But he didn’t. Such blatant actions couldn’t be taken in the middle of a busy day.

Pariston made a quick mental note to revisit Thesander at a different time, before putting his hand into his pocket to find his cell phone. The morning wouldn’t be a total loss he decided, dialing a number from memory.

~*~*~

Nothing in the office felt normal today. It was hard to act like it was a normal day when the President, Vice President, and two managerial offices had been ransacked. The question on everyone’s lips was primarily “How?” The “why” was less questioned. There had to be a lot of valuable stuff in those offices. If not physical objects, information. In this world information was as important, if not more important, than possessions.

And the concern was a valid one. HQ was always occupied by hunters. The security was airtight, you had to badge in and out, and windows were reinforced. The log showed no unauthorized entry attempts, the windows were all in perfect condition, and security had been actively on the clock all night. Besides, something like this just wasn’t done. No one was that stupid.

Yet here everyone was, walking around on eggshells as security holed themselves up in the broken offices and people who couldn’t go back to said offices patrolled the floors. Netero didn’t seem too upset by being kicked out of his office for the day. He visited break rooms and laughed with other hunters, taking long breaks, and generally was hard for people to find if they needed him for work. He seemed to be having the best day.

You had even caught up with him once just before lunch. He had given you a polite wink before leaving for a ‘quick bite’, and you knew he’d be getting food somewhere across town today. Must be nice, you thought as you watched him go.

As he disappeared from sight you decided to get a bit more work done before your own meal. But turning to proceed with your day you were halted as Pariston appeared in front of you.

Somehow you hadn’t seen him all day, not that you were avoiding him per se. Things had been reoccurring since dinner at his condo, not yet to the level that they had been before the ‘break’ but still pretty involved. Dinner twice a week, sex at his place once a week, and so far only natural touching at work. That last bit was good and bad. Just seeing him could make you wet, but the way he would force you to blow him during one on one meetings- hiding under his desk trying desperately to be quiet- had been nerve wracking.

Though now it probably wouldn’t have bothered you at all. The thought was actually tempting in the moment as you watched him approach you, until you remembered all the security in his office.

Things had become more enjoyable now that you had power to help control Pariston. But admittedly you ached to truly be in charge again. Remembering each time you had been so fortunate in the past filled you with need and at times caused you to push your luck a little too hard. Pariston didn’t like sharing power, so he was happy to put you back into your place. So sometimes you liked to play into it.

“Good afternoon, Sir. Are you off to have lunch as well?” you asked in a completely business only tone. The look he gave you as you treated him like a common boss brought you a joy that was hard to describe, but reveled in. It was something like quiet disappointment. You wondered if he missed when you would shyly address him at work, excited but also nervous as to what he would have in store for you.

“I take it the president just left,” he said with a wide, polite smile. You nodded in response and he chuckled. “Can’t be helped. Hm, maybe I should get some lunch as well. You should join me. My treat.”

It wasn’t an offer.

You toyed with saying no anyway, seeing his scowl as you went against his wishes would give you a special high that would carry you through until the end of the day when he spanked you for your nerve. But the office was stifling and an escape sounded so very nice. “Sounds delightful. Let me put this stuff down and I will meet you in the lobby?”

You didn’t wait for his answer, it hadn’t been a real question.

Spite the looks he gave you when you played back, disobeyed, and acted a bit like a brat, Pariston didn’t show any signs of dropping your relationship. Granted, every time you touched you fed into him a need for you. An almost craze inducing reliance on your presence. Not pulling back the feed as his strong will was hard to slip into so the stronger the more likely any trace would actually affect him.

So far it was working. And the bruises on your ass and thighs were reminders of that fact.

But you didn’t want to toy with Pariston too much, pushing him too far could make him lose interest or decide that the fun games you had played up to this point were too light. And as much as you liked being tied up, being tied up and left in a room for almost a week to the brink of insanity wasn’t your idea of fun once let alone twice.

As such you did meet him in the lobby as quickly as possible, catching him before he even had time to send you a warning text. “Sorry for making you wait,” you said with a tone of sincerity. It seemed to placate him for the moment, any tiny shred of submissive behavior you gave him he took with greed.

“You didn’t take too long,” he responded with a warm tone, putting his cell phone in his pocket. This song and dance was so old to you that the importance of each movement was apparent, but he still did them. Little ticks of his controlling nature that he wanted you to know so you would heed each movement like an obedient dog. Trained well enough to earn best of show as you sat up and begged for the audience. “Let’s head out. I have a car already waiting for us.”

Getting into vehicles with Pariston was still unnerving. No one would see you cry, flinch, or beg for Pariston to be kind if he so chose to enjoy some especially cruel treatment. No one other than the driver of course, and he chose them very carefully. They’d never speak against him. So each time you were alone the possibility of harsh action increased. Once he had twisted your wrist for touching a male co-worker in the car on the way to a business lunch. He had been kind enough to explain that you had tripped and sprained your wrist on the way to the car. When the man you had touched went to shake your hand goodbye, your sprained wrist had given a nice excuse to avoid further contact.

“So,” you flinched but didn’t whip your head to look at him like a scared prey animal, “You still haven’t told me all the details of your year away.”

A warm, large hand slid over your thigh and gripped the sensitive limb tightly, each finger tip digging into the muscles. He didn’t stop when you finally turned to look at his hand then his face, pain plain across your face. “Pariston, that hurts,” you begged softly, but his hand remained firm. As did his smile. You put a hand on top of his, trying to gently suggest them away. “Why are you suddenly asking?”

“I don’t have to have a reason,” he said with his grin growing into something wicked. His free hand reached across to your throat, running his thumb up and down your larynx. “Don’t dodge the question. Where were you during our year break?” His voice had a sharp edge, even as he cooed sweetly to you. Like a lover asking where you would like him to touch you.

Your leg trembled as your hands covered both of his the best they could. “I- I visited my parent’s graves,” a truth. He waited. “And then I lived in my hometown for a while. I was… just trying to live a normal life there. But… I couldn’t,” a lie. But you wanted him to believe you. Even just a little bit. “Pariston, you don’t believe I would lie to you. Do you?”

Lovingly you caressed his hand with your left as you stared into his eyes, willing your command to work. “You know, I thought of you every day.” He watched you, distant and unmoved. “Every day I thought about how I wanted to get back to you. Touch you. Look at you.”

Kill you.

His grip lessened and you leaned in, silently asking for permission to kiss him first. He didn’t move or say anything which meant you were free to try. Deciding to take the risk you leaned up to his still face and kissed his lips a few times before he finally allowed you one single kiss in response. “I missed you,” you muttered to him as his hand left your neck to run through your hair.

“I hope you aren’t lying to me,” he replied in a hushed tone. Sparks tickled up your spine in response to that voice, and you leaned into it with bliss. “You know I don’t tolerate lying.”

Even if you were having fun playing with the fire, some part of you was watching everything from a distance and shuddering. The woman who cried and shook in the shower, unable to free herself of the demon Pariston. Sometimes it felt like there were two people in your body because as much as you loathed and feared him, you did truly care about him also.

“I know,” you responded in a matching tone of seriousness.

The car stopped, the driver got out and waited outside of your door. Pariston released you and tapped the top of the car two times, letting the driver know it was okay to open your door. It had only been moments in the tight fit of the vehicle, but the fresh air outside still felt lifting. It tasted sweet- like freedom- and you happily turned into it to escape the still brooding man.

You stretched your arms up, taking in a deep breath of that free air. Between the office and that car ride the day was very suffocating. And not in any kind of way you found enjoyable. Wearing a true smile of joy, you turned to Parison as he walked towards your side of the car, “What did you have in mind for-” Something felt strange suddenly. A snap of your senses told you to look past Pariston’s shoulder where someone with short dark hair was standing completely still, totally alone.

“Pariston!” you cried reaching for him with one hand on instinct.

In a fluid movement you pushed him into the car, stepping forward towards the questionable person. But you didn’t make it any further than that step before a sharp noise cut through the air and a needle was in your neck.

The sunlight dimmed into a deep blackness.

~*~*~

Netero stood in front of the large windows in his office with a heavy feeling in his body. Nothing had felt right about this day. And it continued to be a complete mess. Security had cleared out of his office quickly, and it was fortunate because now he needed the privacy. Some time alone to reflect and think about everything that had happened.

The paperwork that was piling up on his desk wasn’t the part that bothered him the most. It was the fact that no one felt safe at HQ. And how could he blame them? Offices ransacked, an attempt upon the life of the VP, a dead hunter on the streets in broad daylight, and no one had been caught for either crime.

A knock at the door. Firm, but not assuming entrance. “Come in, Cheadle,” he announced, not bothering to turn around.

The door opened silently and clicked closed a moment later, the only noise in the office for some time as the two stood in silence. “I brought the death certificate. I just need you to sign it.”

He nodded, sighed, and unclasped his hands from behind his back as he turned to face her. “Thank you for helping out. I have a lot of things to sign today. None of it pleasant,” he mused while taking a seat. “What did the coroner have to say?”

“Fast acting poison.” She crossed the room and gently laid the death certificate upon the only clear spot of the desk. “There was nothing anyone could do.”

“How is Pariston?” He searched the messy desk for a pen, not bothering to look at Cheadle’s scrunched up expression at the mere mention of the VP.

“He’s being very quiet.”

Finally a pen was found and Netero dutifully signed the death certificate with a face of sadness. “I’m not surprised.”

“Sir, you don’t honestly think he cared for her, do you?” Cheadle scoffed.

“Who knows. Parston is a unique person,” he responded firmly, looking up to Cheadle’s face for the first time.

She frowned, clasping her hands in front of her, thumbs pressed together. “I have intel that Pariston was having someone investigate her for the HQ break in.”

“Oh?” Netero’s eyebrow rose.

“This morning something was delivered to security. I think you should see it, sir.”

~*~*~

It felt as if you had the wind knocked out of you, and all at once the air rushed back into your lungs. Well it was exactly like that as you had been almost completely devoid of any air in the moment before. Like a fish you gasped, grasping at nothing as you blinked several times. It felt like you were going to die.

Again.

A man took a step back from the bed you were laid out on, watching you with curious bright blue eyes from a tan face as you looked around the room in an almost manic movement. Your chest heaved several times as your body remembered how to breathe, and it took a minute or two for everything that had started back up with such intensity to calm down and act somewhat normally again.

Slowly you sat up, breathing mostly regular, to look at the man in the corner. “I don’t… recommend dying,” you tried to joke, but his cold blue eyes didn’t move. His neutral expression didn’t change either. He had looked exactly the same as he had when he murdered you.

“It’s strange,” he said, taking a step forward again as you felt your neck for any damage because it still felt… off somehow. A welt remained from where the needle had struck you. Hopefully that was the extent of it.

“Watching someone come back from the dead? I would assume it would be strange. I can’t say I’ve seen it myself,” you responded. Remembering something very suddenly you retrieved your cell phone and checked the messages.

[The fake body has been sent to be cremated. Your agreement with the head has been fulfilled.]

The fake body that you had been replaced with wouldn’t last longer than 24 hours, so you had been told, so this was the best outcome to have hoped for. The hunters worked quickly, and that was a favor in times like these. But even with how quickly the hunters had worked, the spiders had been faster.

They had paid well for what they had taken from HQ with your intel, and done so immediately. Though it all had gone directly to your new friend standing in the room. The cost hadn’t been small in any stretch of the imagination. But it had been a necessary step. What had been hardest for you was that you actually had no idea when you’d be killed. That was part of the contract. It had to happen within three days of the break-in, but you hadn’t wanted to know when.

Of course you hadn’t wanted to know so you could be genuine the entire time, but also… it had been exciting knowing you were going to die for sure. Death was inevitable, but you actively knew it was coming for you soon. In a way you were sad it happened as fast as it had.

Yet at the same time, it couldn’t have happened at a better time. Now the entire act looked like Pariston had been the target, as you had been hoping for. The hunters would never be able to figure out one person who hated Pariston enough to target his life. Most of headquarters liked him, and the few that didn’t were large enough in number it would take ages to cycle through them.

You couldn’t help but smile a little, pocketing the phone again. “Can’t argue results,” you muttered as you turned and stood from the bed with as much elegance as you could muster. Which, due to your practice over the last year, was pretty good considering. Already your muscles felt tight, and each movement rushed blood through your body in a way you had never felt before. It was a strange experience and slowly your adrenaline caught up with you. You had died. And now you lived again.

Even if you had concocted the plan, this was crazy.

“I’m not accustomed to bringing people back to life. Just killing them,” the calm and calculating voice continued.

“That was why it cost so much,” you muttered turning to him. Everything made you feel so aware of your body. It was exhilarating. Each brush of your skin against itself felt fresh, and the rise of your chest with breath made you wonder how it all was perceived from an outside perspective.

He nodded, though you hadn’t needed the confirmation- or the reminder for that matter. You had maybe 100,000 Jenny to your name now. At this rate you might have to become a real thief to get by.

“Well spent,” you said with a smile, walking around the room to really get the feeling back into your legs while also stretching your arms out. The lactic acid build up was noticeable and stung with each movement. But it was just a reminder you weren’t actually dead and so it was actually a nice feeling for once.

“Not completely ‘spent’,” the man reminded you.

You rolled your eyes when he couldn’t see your face. “I haven’t forgotten,” you replied going back to the bed.

Under the bed was a hard to remove floorboard. With some effort it popped off, revealing a metallic box. Almost all the money you had been secretly saving for a year was in this box. It symbolized a year of untraceable, hard work for this finale. No wonder it felt so heavy when you picked it up. You mindlessly caressed it a little as you stood and mourned the loss of the rest of the money you had promised to pay. The down payment had been most of it anyway, just this extra bit for the very uncommon ‘revival’.

When the deal was struck, through Hisoka, you had mentioned you didn’t want to pay the entire cost upfront since you weren’t absolutely sure you would actually come back to life. Hisoka sounded entertained by the fact you were bold enough to make a demand of assassins, but had relayed the message all the same. You weren’t sure how he had managed to arrange it all, especially since you still had yet to see him yourself, but he had done it.

“It was nice while it lasted,” you muttered to the tin with another loving pet.

The man across the bed reached behind his head and pulled a single needle out from his neck. His eyes dimmed, losing their brilliant blue and sinking into a deep black. His skin paled and hair grew two feet, pouring down the sides of his head like ink. You watched with complete amazement as he walked around the bed to the same side as you. Had he grown taller as well?

“Zoldycks are amazing,” you whispered as he stopped in front of you. This was your first time seeing the assassin Hisoka had promised would be everything you would need, and he didn’t disappoint. You wanted to touch him with your new hyper sensitive skin. How would he feel? Would he be hot from using his nen? Was his skin soft? You felt so distracted by the thought of answering these questions.

He nodded again at your statement while putting his hand out to retrieve the box, unaware of all your sensations.

A memory of something else Hisoka said crossed your mind.

[Might be a good chance to really test out your abilities ♡]

[If you have the courage ♠️]

The danger of the idea was all too apparent. This man had killed you so easily. He could do so again you were certain. If you actually went through with this insane thought, there was the very real possibility that he would eventually kill you even if you did escape after.

But…

“I know it is your job, but thank you for the extra service. Illumi, correct?” you asked opening the tin to retrieve the cash. The Zoldycks were the most blatant secret if you knew where to look. But Hisoka had spilled Illumi’s name easily.

“Correct,” he responded, waiting patiently.

You hadn’t even touched him yet and already your pulse was through the roof. “I’m Adra. Of course you knew that, sorry. But, since you were curious, do you have any questions about what it was like? To die? To come back to life?”

Illumi tilted his head, and the movement seemed so elegant when he did it, even if it was somewhat cute in the way it had a certain innocence to it. He put one long thin finger to his lips as he thought about it. “Perhaps. Is this a form of negotiation? Because I will still insist on the full amount.”

You chuckled, “No no. I’m just… coming back to life has me feeling a bit chatty I guess. I just feel… odd. I suppose that is what makes me want to talk about it? It’s very strange.” You offered the money out to him with both hands.

He hesitated just a moment before reaching out with one thin hand to grasp the cash. Thinking it was better to go slowly so as not to spark any assassin defensive training, you slid your fingers over his, “Illumi, talk with me for a bit.”

The action was tame by most standards, but you had hoped for him it would be an intimate enough touch to make your ability most effective. To start out you were only using a level two. It had to still be something he’d be more willing to tolerate. You hoped to bring the water to a boil around him slowly, so that by the time he realized how hot it was it would be too late.

Illumi retracted his hand with the money. Quickly he counted the stack to be sure of it’s accuracy. Afterwards he looked back to you and nodded after pocketing the cash. “I can entertain this line of questioning, for a little while.” There was an unspoken warning in that last bit.

Pleased you sat on the bed and motioned for him to join you. He thought it over and apparently assessed you as not enough of a threat to deny and sat. “Do you have any direct questions?” you asked thinking over how you were feeling. Could you even answer these questions? It felt surreal. “If you don’t, I do. If you aren’t in the business of bringing people back to life, how did you know how?”

This he responded to promptly. “My grandfather told me how to do it. Supposedly, he has done it in the past for an assignment.”

Apparently some things weren’t much of a secret. You shifted so you sat sideways on the bed, leg very casually brushing his hip. A natural, accidental move. Illumi didn’t seem to be pleased about it, but accepted it at face value as an accident. “Does it have to do with nerves in the neck? Like where you stabbed me?” you asked pointing inaccurately to where he had sent a needle.

He frowned a little, brows lowering in the typical signs of frustration, and took your hand in his to point to the appropriate spot with your still stretched finger. On contact you immediately started to feed desires into him. I want to touch you. I want you to talk with me longer. When he pulled back something in his face had changed slightly, but it was such a trace amount there was no way to know what had happened inside of his head. “In simple terms yes. But it also requires specific nen training. Now you will answer my questions.”

You shifted on the bed with a smirk and bit back the ‘yes, sir’ that almost slipped out as a joke. “Of course.”

“Do you remember when you died?”

You thought about it, looking down at your hands while you did so. “I remember stepping out of the car and… feeling your aura. I saw you for only a second and reacted on instinct. Honestly… in that split second I almost forgot the plan. I felt as if I had enough time to both grab Pariston and avoid that shot. Obviously you’re a trained expert and would have adjusted for such a scenario, but it just felt slowed down for a moment.”

You looked up at Illumi remembering the street. “In that moment I could taste the air in a way I’ve never been able to before. My vision was sharp and clear. Like something in my brain knew this was the last sensation of life I would have and it was trying to compound all it could into a few seconds. Then, I felt the needle strike. It was a strong sting, but tolerable. I could feel the poison drain into me and… that was it. I didn’t even feel myself fall. The moments before were so slow and hyper realistic, but that happened so fast.”

Though you were looking forward at Illumi, you weren’t really seeing him as you remembered what had happened. Everything had been so clear but now you were trying to remember Pariston’s face. Had you seen it? Was he surprised? If your memory was to be trusted, he had seemed shocked.

A cold finger against the slightly swollen needle mark brought you back to the moment. Illumi was looking at it with medical grade interest. His fingers were chilly against your neck and it felt amazing. Generally you preferred a warm touch but it felt like you were almost running a fever by comparison so the cool sensation was appreciated. Without actively trying you fed more into him as he touched the back of your neck as well. When he pulled away you almost grabbed him right then and there.

But not yet. The water wasn’t yet warm enough.

“What were you looking for?” you asked.

“I was curious about my aim is all.”

You smiled. “And?”

“It was perfect,” he said with the same neutral tone. No signs of pride or gloating.

This made you laugh. The kind that bent you in half as you covered your mouth to help smother the noise. Illumi patiently waited for you to be done. “I’m sorry. Illumi, you’re one of the most interesting people I have ever met.”

He looked confused, or as confused as you had seen him look. “Oh!” you put a hand on his leg and leaned in excited, “What was it like to kill me? I know you’re used to it but this time you knew I wouldn’t die. Was that weird? Illumi, please tell me.”

If hand touching had any intimacy rating a hand on the leg definitely would count, and you pumped desire into him as fast and hard as you could while simultaneously issuing a command. It was the first time you were attempting to do both with such energy.

For the first time it seemed as if he hesitated due to being completely caught off guard. “The actual act of killing you was nothing. I felt nothing. But I suppose the knowledge you wouldn’t actually die was frustrating.”

“Frustrating? I wouldn’t think not killing someone would be a concern.”

“Not in that way.” His eyes drifted while he thought more about what he had said.

Now felt like the time to start taking from Illumi. In little sips you tasted his desire, getting a feeling of how much you had managed to start to manipulate him. But things were mixed up in the way they felt. Where Pariston, Chrollo, and Hisoka had all had one color of desire Illumi’s felt like looking at a stained glass window reflected in water. So many colors moving and slightly morphing. It was as if many of them he didn’t even recognize and thus they would remain latent in the back of his mind. Left to evolve unnoticed.

It was overwhelming in a way you were not prepared for. The intense desire that could drown you was something you had come to expect. Even if you couldn’t always handle it, you knew it was coming. This was so completely different. There were so many different wants, each having different feelings of intensity, so it was like being hit over and over again by an unseen assailant. The feeling of looking at them all was like looking into the ocean and only catching shadowy glimpses of things you could comprehend.

“Illumi,” he looked at you, if he minded your touch it wasn’t even readable. “Tell me, do you want to kill me again to finish the job?”

The colors flickered. An orange hue started to shine. “Yes.”

“Even though you did your job by bringing me back to life?” He frowned and the orange dulled, replaced by a shining purple. “Illumi, let me touch you.”

His eyes sharpened. This was a level 3 manipulation and you could see his desire colors shift again but he didn’t move. Slowly you lifted both hands to his face. “Don’t worry, I don’t want my money back. Tell me what you desire in this moment.”

“I want to kill you again,” he said seriously. The weight of that truth triggered your hunter instinct to flee, but you fought back which created a rush of excitement to flood your body.

“But you did your job. Isn’t the Zoldyck pride about doing the job?�� His colors flashed again. “Illumi, trust me,” you said sitting up on the bed to slowly straddle him as his hands gripped your shoulders. He was fighting back in the ways he could. You had told him to let you touch him, but he could still restrain how much by keeping your chest away from his own.

You had jumped the gun but the need inside of you was bursting. Perhaps it was some of Hisoka’s desire still living in you but the mere mention of someone saying so blatantly saying they wanted to kill you made you crazy. And playing with Illumi, watching his desire colors change was so entrancing.

With skin on skin contact you started to again send your desires into him to help further alter those colors. I want to feel alive. I want to test out this body. Touch me. Let me touch you.

He flickered. Red. Pink. Orange. Red. Blue. Green. Several times colors grew together and faded separately.

“Illumi, tell me: do you like it when I touch you?” He was silent. Though it had been a command he was so conflicted he couldn’t even answer. “Interesting. Do you want to touch me?”

His dark eyes were watching your face but he managed a half nod. You practically buzzed with excitement, and you couldn’t wait any more. Or rather, you didn’t want to. You were this deep in the hot water, you might as well just go all in.

“Let’s live a little,” you told him. The face he got when he was curious but also a bit confused was becoming something you could recognize instantly and you had to bite back the urge to laugh again. “I want you to please me. In return I’ll make sure you leave feeling satisfied as well.”

Something tickled the back of your neck. Removing your right hand from his face you snatched up his wrist and with great effort brought it in front of you to see his fingers clutching a needle. This one wasn’t like the one used for the assassination. That one had been thicker, something that could be noticed by a coroner and conceivably carry poison. This was hair thin.

You frowned. “I thought we were on the same page.” Illumi’s eyebrows lowered. “Illumi, you are not to try and kill me or do something that will lead to my eventual death directly.”

The command for him to trust you had bought you time at first, but now you had to command more directly to keep the game going. It would be hard to keep track if you issued too many commands, but you were this deep now so all chips had to go onto the table.

He scowled and his desires flickered. “Come on, Illumi. I promise this will be fun. Here, I’ll show you. Give me your hands.”

Slowly he offered both hands to you. First you took your belt off, then with great effort you got them behind his back and tied firmly with the belt. “Do not break this,” you ordered.

Any time you could actively remember to during the process you fed more of your desire into him, watching the deep green build. There was something in that color you felt you could resonate with but you couldn’t pinpoint.

Once his hands were firmly secured behind him you sat back on his lap and smiled. “Don’t get up,” you added with a friendly caress of his chest. “Let me make my case.”

Carefully you slid backwards to kneel on the floor, being sure to rub against his cock as you went. Intending to keep the teasing up, you slowly gripped the front of his soft pants, dipping the tips of your fingers in to lightly brush against the head of his cock. Already it was somewhat hard. “You’re excited.”

You dragged the band of his pants down just enough to let the head peak out. “Would you like to know something I’ve learned about my ability, Illumi?” You asked tucking your hair back from your face as you leaned forward. “I can make other people feel my desires, but they don’t share them unless they want to. See, I tested it,” as you spoke you continued to lightly caress the exposed flesh above the waist band, “I tried to get someone that had never met Pariston before to have the desire to kill him, like I had. But it didn’t work. They could feel it, but they didn’t share it.”

You looked up at him, licked your thumb, and began rubbing it over the very top of the head now. “You know what that means? Any time we share a desire, it’s because you genuinely have it too.”

Illumi’s face still seemed sour, but his brow line had softened as he fought to show any signs of feeling your actions. “Illumi, do you want me to continue?” As you asked you stopped rubbing and took your hand away entirely. “Tell me the truth,” you said, keeping one hand on his knee for stability.

His eyebrow twitched and his lips quivered just for a moment before he let out a breath. “Yes.”

You wanted to scream with excitement. Putting a hand around him again you leaned forward and licked the very tip of is cock with a flick of your tongue before looking up at him with just your eyes. “Say please,” you commanded.

“Please continue, Adra,” he said in a very level voice. Hearing him say your name filled you with pride. You noted that he wanted to at least sound like he was in control with how he responded. He wasn’t going to answer with a low submissive voice. You liked it. A Zoldyck wasn’t helpless. That was what made this so electrifying.

“Lift your hips for me.” He did so even though it wasn’t a command and you slipped his pants down to his knees, allowing his cock to lift completely unhindered. “You’re so handsome,” you said honestly as you took it back into hand and licked from the base all the way to the tip, being sure to flick the tip of your tongue over the top again. Something told you he had liked that.

He was a nice size and felt full in your palm. Methodically you licked around his shaft, providing enough spit that you could run your fingers in a circle up and down around the base with ease. The entire time he didn’t say anything, but that feeling of him enjoying it remained. When you took him into your mouth, centimeters at a time to draw it out, you closed your eyes. His stained glass was still there, but the deep green was dominant and growing in tandem with a golden color.

You could feel the colors dancing across your skin, so unlike the grasping desires of the other men. Illumi felt like a breeze crossing your arm on a cool day, but it still was deadly. A growing wind that could suck the living breath from your lungs. That chill from the feeling made you feel even more alive and you hungrily moved your hand in tandem with your mouth.

The hand on his leg for stability felt his muscles tense, and as you moved the green grew in your mind. It felt of greed. It all made sense suddenly. He was trying to tamp down that hungry greedy feeling inside of him all the time. But the power it had to flare out felt so strong that you took him deep into your mouth and throat, trying to feed that needy green you were taking in and sharing with Illumi.

You had almost missed it, but as you moved up and down on him you could hear his breathing. It was noticeable, quick, and shallow. Easy to miss with its quiet tone, but it was enough to encourage you to take a peek up when you backed away again. His head was hung down so that his deep black eyes could watch you work, and there was a distant look in them you had come to expect from people you influenced. Your arms raised in gooseflesh as he bore into you and you sucked on the head only, moving your hand up and down the rest so that you could watch him in return.

“Slide to the edge of the bed,” you instructed him, hand still gripping him tightly. He obediently did as he was told immediately.

You swallowed once to clear out your throat before taking him into your mouth again. Moving him quickly in and out as you leaned in close. Illumi tensed throughout his body as you successfully completely took all of him in. His breath and the sound of your wet mouth on his cock was all you could hear, each inhale urging you to keep going. In your mouth he twitched and you knew he was getting close to cumming.

Moving back you took in a deep breath as his cock slid out of your throat. Perhaps you had gone at it a bit too long because you were breathing a bit heavily yourself. A quiet sigh made you look to Illumi again. His brows were knit together in frustration, cheeks flushed a very light pink. A little swirl of pride at leaving him so close to that breaking point twisted inside of you as you stood up, knees already aching slightly.

“I told you,” you said with a tone of pride, wiping spit from the corner of your mouth. This time you tilted your head at Illumi, taking his hair into your hand to make a loose high ponytail before pulling his head so he’d look up at you. His hair was gorgeous, but pulling it back from his face like this made him look more vulnerable somehow.

This man had killed you. This assassin had killed you with a flick of his wrist and no conscious about it. And now he was wet with your spit and obeying your commands. Would getting back at Pariston feel as good as you felt now? Surely it would be even better. That train of thought filled you with energy and vigor again. Without warning you pressed your lips to Illumi’s and for a moment he almost accepted it before some part of his will kicked in and he turned away. “Sorry, was that too much?” you asked laughing. “I can get carried away.”

You let go of the soft black strands of hair, watching them tumble through your fingers as you remembered seeing an image of Pariston’s hair doing that very same thing. How different these two men were. And yet, somehow very similar. “Illumi, do you want me to let you cum or stop and let you go?” you asked, touching his shoulder and leaning into him so that he had to lean back and look up at you again.

He frowned, probably not liking the wording of the question, but was compelled to answer. “I want to finish.”

“Well… that was mostly an answer I grant you that.” You let him go but he continued to look up into your face of his own free will. “Is this the first time you’ve wanted something like this? Wanted to fuck just for fun?” you asked as you slipped your work slacks off, shimming your hips to get them down. Even as you attempted to get his attention to waver, it didn’t. “Though I guess you didn’t say you wanted to take me. Just that you wanted to finish.” You removed your underwear, kicking it off without looking. “So perhaps you don’t want to take me. Throw me on the bed and remind me to fear you?” Finally you took your blouse off, leaving your bra on because you felt some sense of power from not getting completely naked.

Illumi didn’t respond. “You’re stubborn,” you said with a sigh as you took his chin into your hand. How many times had Pariston held your face like this and made you do what he wanted? The thought made you pause for a moment before pushing forward. “Illumi, tell me if you want to fuck me.”

He kept his even tone, making it sound as if he was not being forced to answer, “I want to fuck you.” His entire face was torn between anger and something hard to decipher. But the overall look could be described only as indignant. Behind his back his arms tensed against the belt and the leather creaked loudly. If he broke them would he kill you as he so much wanted, or do exactly as you had suggested and press you into the bed while taking control back?

Perhaps one and then the other.

Once again you straddled Illumi’s lap, caressing his cock with an almost loving touch. “It’s okay to want something,” you thought aloud as you looked down at the hard flesh. “You don’t have to be what the rest of the world wants you to be.” You wished you knew what your desires looked like, or had looked like before when you were just an object to be toyed with by Pariston. Did you also look like a mixed amalgamation of things?

That person still existed. She was the one that watched in horror when you acted out to Pariston. But she felt so small and distant most of the time. Like an echo. You lowered your hips to rub your pussy against him in a slow and methodical rhythm, taking in that view of stained glass on water again. The green was still bigger and brighter, competing only with the deep golden yellow you had noticed before as well. That gold you hadn’t quite pin pointed just yet.

Illumi lifted his hips to rut into you, which was difficult as he had to use his bound wrists as a support to do so. It was impressive. “Come on, Illumi. Fuck me and make me feel alive,” you mumbled to him as you guided him to your entrance.

All too willingly he thrust up, the muscles in his arms straining to help lift his body aided only by the power of his calves as he pushed against the floor. So easily he slid into you, and you felt washed over with his colors. They circled you like a blanket of cool wind, taking your breath away for a moment until you could get the feeling of all those desires swirling inside of your head and constricting around you.

Now that you were connected you could feel them more clearly, the array of colors becoming more solid and forming a scaled surface. The feeling of a cold snake slipping around you and attempting to crush you as the colors on its scales shifted. Before it had been at rest, coiled up inside of Illumi. But now it was pulling you down to him as it crushed you.

The snake's eyes were red, the color of his desire to kill you. The feeling of the eyes looking into you was shaking, a sensation of being seen. But the scales of the beast were still brighter, and more important. The greed green was still bright, wanting to take you in this moment as a quiet act of taking something he merely wanted but felt he had to decline due to so many things.

And the gold. The gold was so powerful and it washed over you in big waves. It felt so complicated that you couldn’t hope to understand it as he entered you again and again. But you could feel the flickering of thoughts as desires; getting back at you, tying you up and torturing you, putting needles into your flesh in patterns only he understood.

Then fucking you while you were helpless.

Spite the wrapping cool of his desire you felt hot all over. You knew these were his own developing cravings at this moment. And feeling a new, real want bubble out from the mysterious assassin was pleasing. Like you had managed to chip away at something that had been mostly untouched for a long time.

Even if he wanted to torture you, it still felt like a win knowing he selfishly wanted it when before he had barely wanted anything that was easily readable.

Illumi took his opportunity seeing you getting lost in your experience. With a loud pop of his shoulder he somehow managed to bring both arms around to the front of his body, and you had no idea how he had done it. He didn’t go against your command to not break the belt, but he had managed to make it work in a way he wanted.

Before you could speak to issue a command he turned you onto your back, pressing you into the bed, him on top of you with his bound arms to your throat as your hands grasped uselessly at them. ‘You pushed your luck. Toyed with the wrong person at last and this is what you get,’ said that quiet part of you.

‘But I had to. I had to know if my power would work on Pariston. I had to push my limits,’ you argued back looking into Illumi’s quiet face. His cheeks were still pink, lips parted ever so slightly as he caught his breath. If he really focused he could break your level 3 and kill you. It would take a lot of effort, but he could. You should have issued more commands you realized. You could have controlled him so much more plainly.

Like always you got lost in your head. Or truthfully you had gotten lost in your own greed.

Unable to speak, and barely able to breathe, you licked your lips and waited. What would Illumi do?

“Illu-,” you struggled out, but was unable to say more.

Surprisingly, he lifted his arms off your neck and you took in a full breath. “Illumi, finish what you started,” you said as soon as you could.

You knew that it was vague, it could mean a lot of things, but that part of you that lived now had to know which desire he would choose. You knew which burned brighter, but did he?

Finally, he moved his arms above your head, pinning your still gripping hands to the bed as he positioned himself without the use of his own and slipped into you again. You sighed, enjoying the feeling of being filled again. This time you could spread your hips further apart and Illumi was able to hit a deep inner part of you that made you gasp with excitement.

He fucked you with such vigor that you could feel the bed move with you. And even though you knew that you had pushed your luck, you couldn’t stop your greed. “Illumi,” you cried, “Say my name when you cum.” It was a command, but only a level 2. It would be easier to ignore or fight against than all of your previous commands. Which was why if he chose to do it, it would be all the sweeter.

Almost gently he brought his lips to your ear, and you shivered at the close proximity of the special sound of his excited breath. “Adra,” he said softly against the side of your face.

It felt like a damn of pent up energy exploded out of you. You gripped his arms so tightly, losing track of what desires were yours and which were his as you created an infinite feedback loop. Your insides felt warm as Illumi climaxed.

With the big part of the rush of chemicals that came with the orgasm out of the way you were able to focus on Illumi’s face above you again. His entire face had softened into something new, but you couldn’t describe to save your life. But somehow you felt that for the time being, whatever dangers you had to be wary of with Illumi, Death wasn’t an immediate one.

The levels of manipulation you had used on Illumi were taxing. They demanded his energy to perform, and slowly he slipped to the side. You took in a deep breath as the crushing weight of him shifted away. Chancing the moment of hesitation to move you looked into his face, seeing his dark eyes slowly sliding closing against his will. Not wanting to miss an opportunity you sat up and slipped away so he couldn’t immediately reach you.

“One last thing,” you told him, as you brushed some hairs from his tired face, “Illumi, get some sleep.”

When the assassin finally woke again he would find you gone, but the money would remain. While you were a manipulator- specialist, you weren’t a liar. Money was just a thing. You had little need for it.

Besides, the only thing on your mind was gold. A specific man whose hair was made of gold to be precise.

#long post #star fic #hunter x hunter// #pariston hill// #illumi zoldyck// #dark tea// #we're almost there friends #updated

[queenofthefaces]

kyle for the character thing!!!!

Buckle up bc I’m extra af and love talking abt characters. Be aware this is like, entirely personal opinion and personal interpretation and also it’s almost 2am so LETS GO

1) sexuality hc: I’ve always really liked bi Kyle ahsjdkfk and tbh I’ve always found the idea of his attraction to other ppl really interesting

The way I characterize him is that he’s someone who’s like, typically very passive with his attraction. He’ll kind of glance at someone and think they’re attractive but he doesn’t necessarily have any strong feelings towards them or desire/drive to want to pursue anything with them. If he does want to pursue them it’s usually out of a sense of obligation or expectation—like a “well I might as well” or “this is what I’m supposed to do” kinda thing

Except Kyle DOES have exceptions—when he finds someone he feels passionately about, someone he’s emotionally and mentally invested in, it’s like 0-100 in terms of difference, bc suddenly he can’t stop thinking abt that person, how much he wants to be with them, etc. and a lot of that characterization, for me, falls in line w the specific ship I have for Kyle (which is obvious if you’ve followed me for a few but I’ll get Into That in the next section)

2) OTP: KYMAN by far my fave Kyle ship and one of my all time fave sp ships overall. I’ve always LOVED rivals/enemies to lovers ships that specifically have 1) characters who are equals 2) characters who are incredibly intimate and close w one another even if (or because of) it’s in the context of the rivalry 3) the characters have either some level of co-dependence or a need for the dynamic or one another in some way bc the relationship is fulfilling to them and bonus if 4) they’re the only ones that really understand each other

And I jus. Love that. Esp w kyman it’s so much fun taking that dynamic, the codependency and obsession, and just. Playing with it, on a storytelling/character analysis level. And then making it healthy, having them work through issues, bc the idea that “we’re both in way too deep with each other, we can either destroy each other or learn to get along” is jus 👌👌👌

And w kyman I love having Eric be Kyle’s exception. Kyle feels basically nothing towards his other s/o’s in contrast to how deeply he feels about Eric, and for Eric to have just as much depth of emotion in return. It’s fascinating and really fun esp when written from a kind of duo-redemptive story—they both start out toxic towards each other, and their relationship is toxic to other people, but they can’t bring themselves to put an end to it so they finally make it to that middle ground and come out as better peoole, together

This applies to a lot of my rivals/enemies to lovers ships but w kyman in particular there’s the added Funkiness of the childhood friends dynamic which is TASTEY like some nice sprinkles to jus add that extra Flavour. I love the concept of Kyle and Eric forming parts of their entire identities around each other from the time they were in diapers and everyone accepts that they’re always gonna he crazy for each other bc no one has the bond they do it’s so much fun

4) brotp: I should think more abt Kyle friendships tbh I don’t give those as much attention ahsjdkfkfk—tho I definitely have a soft spot for the super best friends kyle + Stan, I just have to work some development into it.

I love exploring their friendship as smth that deteriorates bc they grow apart as people, but then they realize they don’t WANT to grow apart and have to work to stay friends bc being friends isn’t as easy as it was when you were 8. It brings this really cool development that confronts Stan’s passivity towards his friends/his nihilism and Kyle’s entitlement and lack of emotional sensitivity and how they both need to make some compromises (but esp Kyle, bc I can see Stan as someone who tries very hard to not get much feedback).

In terms of Kyle being friends w other people I’m thinking it would be pretty situational. I can see Kyle getting some really eye opening perspectives from other ppl if he opens himself up to their views but that requires knocking Kyle down a few pegs lol, it’s fun to have him learn to recognize his own assumptions abt ppl and learning to value them as individuals yanno?

3) notp: honestly? Any other kyle ship. I can personally only see Kyle w Eric ahsjdkfk kyman endgame all the way. For me, a lot of other Kyle ships like, don’t make any sense, a lot in part bc I see Kyle as someone who has a lot of issues w socialization, entitlement, and selfishness along with his UNENDING OBSESSION w Eric Cartman (which also somewhat stems from those issues bc of Kyle’s sense of self identity vis a vis the rivalry)

Like, I can’t see Kyle sitting down and forming a meaningful romantic relationship w anyone else bc like, no one can provide the fulfillment, engagement, drive, and push/pull of Kyle’s relationship w Eric. Kyle would leave at the drop of a hat to confront smth Eric was doing and I don’t think he’d ever compromise with that. And someone who does compromise on that probably isn’t someone Kyle would want to be with in the long run.

I think the only ship I can see would be like, poly m4 bc that draws on pre-existing dynamics and doesn’t break or try to divy up Kyle’s attention. (Even tho like I said I don’t like Kyle w anyone else romantically)

5) 1st hc that pops in my head: my Kyle is autistic as fuck. Characterizing him as autistic gives a lot of insight into how his mind works and why he acts the way he does—a lot of his thought processes are just. What makes the most logical sense to him. It’s just that those trains of thought are on KYLES logic and that’s when he struggles to realize when he’s crossed a line or overstepped a boundary. Or how his brain is usually always “self-centered”—not in a morally negative way, just in that it’s not a natural reflect for him to remember other people.

And a ton of other things as well( including a fun hc of Kyle trying to use his autism as an excuse for being a dick, until Also Autistic Craig steps up like, no dude you’re just an asshole bc you’re not trying to do better). And bc as an autistic person, I really relate hard to Kyle to the point where if he were real I’d probably hate him bc we’d be too similar lmao; I think esp when I was a kid I acted a lot like Kyle—the self righteousness, the bossiness, the belief that my way was the only way that made sense and everyone else was just Wrong, the anger issues, etc.

It’s why I’m tough on Kyle a lot of the time, but it’s also why I love thinking abt his development, bc I know firsthand that he can mellow out, change, become a better, more wellrounded and emotionally aware person, and how he can make an effort into doing so

6) oh shit I didn’t even mean for this but obviously one way I relate to Kyle is the Above autistic hc and how I characterize him. Like I said, I acted a LOT like Kyle when I was a kid, so I know he’s an irritating little shit, but also brilliant and too thoughtful for his own good sometimes.

But another thing: I characterize Kyle as someone who is a natural leader, but hates being in official leadership positions. And this is also smth I’ve kinda written due to personal experience. But also from the way kyles often portrayed in canon—in the games, he’s always a support role, always a healer, ranged fighter, or someone who boosts and buffs allies

I see Kyle as the type of person who can easily take control in, for example, a group project situation, or when he’s hanging out with Stan and they’re only doing what Kyle wants to do bc Kyle comes up with all the ideas and Stan just goes along with them

But I can’t see Kyle as someone who’d want to be, like, student counsel president. (That’s more Wendy’s wheelhouse) Mostly bc there’s too much responsibility that it’s just exhausting, and more than that, those official positions are STIFLING. They run on someone else’s schedule and they’re creatively constructive. You can’t fully do your own thing bc you have to be constantly aware of how the group works and what the group wants. I can’t see Kyle as being happy in that position bc he’d get sick of having to conform his ideas to what other ppl want—he just wants to do his own thing.

So instead, Kyle would be more comfortable in a supporting role. Bc in a position like, for example, secretary or VP, he can still have a lot of influence, power, and knowledge, but he’s free from those restrictions that come from being the face of a group. And he’s also free from the social obligations of being a leader, esp in having to deal w other groups in like a business sort of way. AND if the group falls, Kyle won’t take as much of the blame, bc it’s probably not his fault anyways so why should everyone point fingers at him. It’s much less pressure.

(And it’s also kinda inspired by his role in the CBAA??—Cartman’s perfect in the CEO/face of the company position bc Cartman is comfortable with and relishes in the attention and social aspect of being the face/leader of a company, and Kyle can reap all the benefits of being a part of that company, including being an integral pillar of the company, w/o the deficits. If Eric and Kyle ran a company they’d work together, sure, but Eric would crumble without Kyle’s support, and Kyle would hate the stifling pressure of the head position, which makes them a perfect pair.)

(And again this is based on personal experience—I’m a natural leader. People listen to me, I can organize groups, and I’m a good mediator, but I hate when it becomes Official bc I can’t just. Do my own thing as I want to and it’s far too much to keep track of and most of it doesn’t interest me. It always irritated me when my parents tried to push me into like running for student president bc I just kept thinking abt all the work I’d have to do that I wouldn’t care abt)

7) what gives me secondhand embarrassment about Kyle? Well. Just......how much he reminds me of when I was a stupid kid. He’s such a little shit oh my god Kyle shut the fuck up YOURE NOT GHANDI. When Kyle’s being entitled and stuck up, when he thinks he’s better than other ppl, and when his own big mouth and pride are what fucks him over I’m just oh my god. Oh my GODDDDDD SHUT UPPPPP.

Mostly it’s secondhand embarrassment bc I’m jus oh my god ur an idiot—but again bc I know he has the ability to grow out of that and look back on himself with a grimace at how dumb he was ahsjdkfkfk

8) cinnamon roll or problematic fave? Definitely the latter, I love Kyle and I love when he’s happy and contented but him as a cinnamon roll kinda character feels so flat to me. I love him as a problematic fave he’s so much fun as a disaster. He’s complex—he’s tough and caring and angry and compassionate and an absolute fireball of EMOTIONS but he tries to act like he’s a logical rational person and I jus? He’s so much more fun and dynamic when he’s allowed to be messy

(Of course this is long why wouldn’t it be AHSJDKDKKFKGLGLH)

#long post #kyman #south park #kyle broflovski #fl5k #creo talks

[kayoi1234]

Im pretty sure the reason they're making a big deal out of tommy messing with George's house is firstly because he is the vice president and secondly because George is king now, so it kinda qualifies as a violent act between nations as both parties have some influence. Idk tho I could be wrong :/

Man it’s still kind of blown out of proportions, you know? Dream didn’t really need to act the way he did - and I’m sure probation is harsh enough. Who made Tommy VP didn’t he say he was going to concentrate on getting his discs back so his goals were pretty explicit - are they pulling a technoblade on him?

#Ask #a wild anon appeared!