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trashyswitch · 3 years

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Dark Interrogations (With a Light Spin)

Roman gets interrogated for the robbery of a hoodie, a hat and a deodorant. Remus, Janus and Virgil work together to make Roman confess to his crimes and admit as to their location...

This has the 'tickle interrogation' trope going for it so if you're uncomfortable with that, I am very sorry. There are also some swear words, so you have been warned.

This fanfic goes out to @smileheart110 on Tumblr. Link

This fanfic also goes out to @kennabelee because I wanna. XD

So Smileheart and Kenna, I hope you both (and others) enjoy!

A pair of high heels could be heard echoing through the room...a paper was shuffled with...and a pencil was heard being used despite the pitch black darkness.

“Roman ‘Princey’ Sanders…” Someone said.

The name called, hummed in confusion as he registered who the voice belonged to.

“...What in royalty are you doing, Library boy?” Roman asked.

“Oh...Right I forgot he could recognize our voice.” The person admitted.

“We have the same voice.” Someone else said.

“I’m gonna turn on the liiiight~” someone else said before switching on a lamp. Roman squinted at how surprisingly bright the lamp was. He expected one of those modern lights with the slow build up to brightness. You know, the eco-friendly ones? But nope. Not here. The voices of the ‘strangers’ didn’t always have a green thumb.

Roman looked up at the faces that were staring him down. One of them was holding a clipboard and a pencil. Another one was holding pieces of paper. And the last one was giving him the death glare with a small box in his hand.

“Welcome to the interrogation room. You can refer to me as Deceit...Or Janus, if you want to.” Janus started.

“You can refer to me as Virgil...I prefer it that way. No ‘emo’, no ‘panic at the everywhere’, and no ‘kitty cat’ either. I’ve heard you and your list.” Virgil warned.

“And I’m starving.” Remus admitted.

Virgil sighed. “Remus we know.” Virgil growled.

“Can we hurry this up?” Remus asked. “I haven’t had my hourly deodorant because SOMEONE STOLE IT!” Remus smacked his hand onto the desk to scare him.

But hilariously enough, Roman didn’t even flinch. “Awww, boo hoo.”

Remus looked at Janus. “Can I slap him with your heel?” Remus asked.

“NO.” Janus and Virgil both shot back.

“Dammit…” Remus muttered.

“Heel?!” Roman looked down and sure enough, Janus was wearing heels. “...Huh…”

“Eyes up here asshole.” Virgil ordered. “Where are our things?” Virgil asked.

“What things?” Roman asked, pretending to be naive.

Virgil slammed a paper onto the table, revealing the hoodie...But the picture used to represent it, looked really poor quality.

Roman smirked. “Did you get that from clipart or something?” Roman asked.

Janus sighed. “It was the best we could do. Please stay focused.” Janus told him.

“Where is it?!” Virgil asked.

“Chill out man! I didn’t mess with your hoodies!” Roman reacted.

“It’s ONE hoodie, and it’s MISSING. And you’re the only one dumb enough to take it.” Virgil spat.

“Emo.” Roman spat back with a smirk.

“Prick in my ass.” Virgil shot back.

“Oooooh! Okay, boogeyman~” Remus teased.

“Ew!” Virgil turned to Remus. “Don’t you dare use your serial killer references on me!” Virgil ordered.

“Sorry, sorry…I’m just hangry…” Remus admitted.

“Really? What a surprise…” Janus muttered.

Roman chuckled. “Someone should make a tv show based on all of you.” Roman reacted.

“Brooklyn 99 is the equivalent of that already.” Virgil reminded him.

Virgil placed another paper down. “What about this? Where is it?” Virgil asked.

Roman sighed and looked down. This time, it was a picture of deodorant...but it had a leaf on the label with the word ‘Peppermint’ on the front. Roman guffawed. “No, I haven’t seen Remus’s ‘peppermint’ deodorant!” Roman laughed.

Janus blinked and checked the label. “Oh...Oops.” Janus admitted. “Anyway-” Janus placed the paper down. “You know what we really mean in this situation. Where is it?” Janus asked.

“I don’t know. I thought you hid it with your magic?” Roman replied, looking at Remus.

Janus sighed. “And as you can tell, this:” Janus showed a colored picture of Roman holding his hat, with the bowler hat circled with a red marker. “Where is my hat?”

Roman giggled and changed his voice. “Look! I’m Woody! Howdy Howdy Howdy!” He imitated.

Janus snapped his fingers and pointed at him. “AHA! So you DID steal it!” Janus declared. “And that means you stole everything else TOO!” Janus yelled.

“Whaaaat...if I was simply making a reference?” Roman asked.

“You weren’t.” All three interrogators said at the exact same time.

Roman’s smirk dropped. They really could read through his tricks…

“Where’s. Our. Stuff. Roman?” Janus asked, leaning forward to glare at Roman closely.

“Up. Your. Scaled. Tushy.” Roman spat back.

“Alright get the tools.

“Tools?! Seriously?!” Roman reacted.

“Yes, of course! We need to scare our thief into confessing to their most evil crimes known to man!” Remus told him. “Stealing. Our. Precious. Props.” Remus told him.

Virgil pulled out a toothbrush and clicked a button to turn it on. The electric tooth brush started humming and vibrating, leaving Roman confused. “You’re...gonna brush my teeth to death?” Roman guessed.

Virgil giggled evilly. “Think again, Ro.” While Janus held Roman’s hands behind his back, Virgil walked closer to Roman, pulled up a stool and brought the humming toothbrush closer to Roman’s belly button.

The toothbrush had only lowered a couple inches from his belly, when Roman started whining and biting his lip. “Ohohoho noho, you’re worse than yzma.” Roman muttered with a slight wobbly smile growing onto his lips.

“So...Where...is our stuff Ro?” Virgil asked.

“I-I don’t know!” Roman replied.

It was then that Roman SCREAMED and wiggled around as the toothbrush landed right into his belly button.

“I hope you like tickles, Princey~” Virgil teased. “Cause this is gonna last a while if you don’t confess.” Virgil added.

“WAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE! NOT THEHEHEREHEHEHE!” Roman begged already.

“Woooow! Begging already?” Remus reacted. “I’m surprised! You can defeat a giant dragon witch, but you can’t handle a little tickwing to the bewwy button?” Remus teased.

Roman tugged on his arms to try and get out as his belly button was tormented with only a single little circular toothbrush. Man, being ticklish sucked right now!

Virgil stopped the electric toothbrush, but kept the toothbrush in his belly button. While this was happening, Janus leaned into Roman’s ear and clicked his tongue. “You gonna tell me where the stuff is?” Janus asked softly.

Roman felt tingles down his spine from both the hot air against his ear, and the super soft voice Janus was using.

Roman looked towards the ear Janus was whispering into. “Jeez, you could do an ASMR video or an ASMR channel if you wanted to! Holy crap!” Roman reacted.

“Answer the question.” Janus ordered with a more stern voice.

Roman looked at Virgil and Remus. “Guys...I seriously don’t know.” Roman told them.

“He’s lying. Vir-”

“Way ahead of ya, Jan.” Virgil pulled out a huge fan brush, turned on the electric tooth brush and used both items on Roman’s belly button region.

“NOOOOOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHA! VIHIHIRGIHIHIHIL STAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Roman pleaded.

Janus smirked as he leaned in, and blew cold air onto his neck. Roman squealed and curled his neck, throwing his head back in the process. “JAHAHAHAN!” Roman begged.

Then, Janus grabbed a feather and started tickling up and down Roman’s spine. “EEEEEK! WAHAHAHAIT NOHOHOHOHO! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!”

“Hey Remus...Do you wanna have some fun?” Virgil asked before turning off the toothbrush. Janus stopped the feather and looked at Remus with curious eyes.

Roman took the time to breath in and out as much as he could before the tickling started up again.

“Sure! And I know just the spot~” Remus grabbed a foot rest, placed it between Roman’s lower legs, and tied Roman’s legs to the bars on the sides of the foot rest.

Roman shrieked and tried to lift the foot rest, but a 50 pound dumbbell had been tied to the bottom of the foot rest as well! “NO! YOU’D BETTER NOT PULL THAT ANKLE-BREAKING MOVE FROM MISERY!” Roman shouted at him.

Virgil and Janus widened their eyes at each other while Remus wheezed. “Look around the room, you dumbass! There’s no sledgehammers anywhere here!” Remus reacted through his laughter.

“Except for in the closet…” Virgil muttered.

Remus hummed. “Wait what?”

“There actually is one in the closet…” Virgil muttered again.

Roman let out an ear-piercing SCREAM in horror. “OH FUCK! OH SHIT NO! REMUS YOU DO THAT, AND I’M DIVORCING YOU AS A FUCKING BROTHER-”

“Hey Janus, do you have an extra hand to cover up his mouth?” Remus asked casually...too casually.

Janus nodded and covered up his mouth. With Roman’s screams covered up enough to focus, Remus got up to do his thing. He walked to the closet, grabbed out the sledge hammer and made a large portal. Roman was still breathing heavily and freaking out. But Remus gave the sledgehammer a heave, and threw it into the portal. A loud “OW!” could be heard from within the portal before it was closed up.

“There! No more sledgehammer, and no more scared Roman.” Remus told him.

Roman’s scared face lessened dramatically as he registered the lack of a sledgehammer.

“You can uncover his mouth now.” Remus told Janus. Janus nodded and uncovered his mouth as Remus walked back over. “Now what I was ACTUALLY gonna do...” Remus sat down onto the foot rest, and scooted a bit closer. “Was this:”

Remus reached his hand out and started tickling the inside of Roman’s thigh. Roman widened his eyes, gasped in surprise, and leaned his head to the side as the craving to laugh filled his lungs. Roman tried to hold them back as best he could...But the moment the fingers reached the lower thigh, it was all over.

“EEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEK! NOHOHOHOHO! NONONO! NOTTHETHIGHS! HAHAHAHANDS AWAHAHAHAY!” Roman begged.

“Only if you confess to taking our stuff…” Remus reminded him as he moved his fingers to the other thigh.

“BAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OKAYOKAHAHAHAHAY! FIHIHIHINE!” Roman finally yelled.

Virgil smiled eagerly as Remus stopped his fingers. “Well?”

“Fihihihine...Yohohou wihihihin…*huff* I… *huff* I took ‘em…. *huff* *huff* Took ‘em all.” Roman finally admitted.

Remus smiled proudly and cheered. “YAAAAAY! I did it!” Remus declared.

“Totally didn’t see that coming…” Janus lied with a smirk.

“But wait:” Virgil looked at Roman. “Where did you put them?” Virgil asked.

Remus stopped cheering and looked at him. That was a good question! Where DID he put them?

Roman shook his head. “You said you’d let me go if I confessed. I confessed, so you need to let me go.” Roman told them.

“That’s why we have a tape record-” Virgil looked over at the tape recorder and noticed there was no tape in the tape recorder…

Virgil growled in pure frustration and anger the moment he heard crunching plastic on the other side of the table. Remus had moved himself to the other side of the table and…

..was eating the cassette tape.

“Whath? I goth hungryyy!” Remus reacted. “I’ff been hungry’fr hourth!” Remus added.

“And you couldn’t ASK FOR A BREAK?!” Virgil shouted.

Remus swallowed. “Mm mm. Go on. Keep going.” Remus told them, waving his hand to move them along.

Virgil sighed and looked at Roman. “Are there times you don’t associate with him?” Virgil asked.

Roman nodded. “All the time.” He replied. Rokman yelped as the circular spinning piece from the cassette tape smacked against his forehead. “OW!” Roman yelled.

“Thorry!” Remus reacted.

Virgil grabbed out another item from the tool box. “How about some oil?” Virgil asked.

OH HELL NAW!

Roman squeaked and wiggled around. “Uh uh! No way! Absolutely not! Get that stuff away from me!” Roman threatened.

Virgil giggled and poured some oil into his belly button.

“NOOOOOO!” Roman begged. Virgil grabbed a silicone oil brush from the tool kit, and started brushing and spreading the oil across his whole belly. Roman giggled and snorted as the brush moved everywhere across the regular skin, AND the shiny oiled skin. Whenever the brush would go across the oiled skin, Roman’s laughter would increase 10 fold, or even 20 fold! The oil made so much of a difference on Roman’s belly.

“And now for my new favorite part:” Virgil grabbed out two- TWO separate back scratchers. The metal back scratchers had paws on them rather than the usual fingers, which gave the back scratches metal claws rather than dull nails. Virgil handed one of them to Remus, and got ready to attack.

“NO...NOO PLEASE NO…” Roman pleaded.

“Where are they~” Virgil asked as he and Remus both brought the bear scratchers closer and closer to the belly.

“VIRGIL! REMUS! PLEASE! I DON’T KNOW! I! DON’T! KNOW! AAAAAAAAH!” Roman screamed and fell into loud cackles as the bear claws started scritching and scratching all over his poor, oiled belly.

“Where is it, oh ticklish prince of-”

“IHIHIHIN MYHYHY NIHIHIGHTSTAHAHAHAND! NIHIHIGHTSTAHAHAND!” Roman shouted.

Virgil widened his eyes. “Nightstand?!” Virgil reacted.

Remus got up, placed the bear claw scratcher down and sprinted to Roman’s bedroom. Roman took this moment to breath like his life depended on it. “Yohohou’re...lucky...I’m a side...otherwise...I will have...p-perished…” Roman said slowly.

Virgil laughed. “You wouldn’t have died, you drama queen.” Virgil fluffed his hair.

Janus smiled as he let go of Roman’s hands and wrote down the thief with the location of the items. “A criminal has pleaded guilty today. I say a job well done.” Janus told him. “And I mean it.” Janus clarified, telling him that he wasn’t lying.

Remus sprinted into the room with their stuff, and a mouth full of deodorant. “Hoodie!” Remus threw the hoodie to Virgil. “Hat!” Remus threw the hat frisbee style to Janus. “And MMMMMmmmmm!” Remus dug right into his deodorant like a mad man.

Virgil and Roman both bursted out laughing at Remus’s face, while Janus fixed his hat and hair. “There…” Then, Janus whipped off the high heels. “Finally! My feet can rest happy without these stupid heels!” Janus declared.

“FREE HEELS!” Remus declared, picking up the heels and sprinting out of the room.

Virgil shrieked and sprinted after him. “REMUS GIVE ME THOSE HEELS NOW, YOU ARE NOT HITTING PEOPLE WITH THEM!”

Roman bursted out laughing at their silliness and looked at Janus. “So...You gonna start that ASMR channel?” Roman asked.

Janus leaned into his ear with a smile. “Maybe~” He whispered.

Roman giggled nervously and covered his mouth. The teaser was already a huge indication that he was gonna DIE listening to Janus’s voice!

...A loud “OW! VIRGIL!” could be heard from all the way down the hall…

Those silly dark sides...

Also YES, 2 FANFICS TODAY! AREN'T YOU PROUD OF ME??? :D

#interrogation #roman and remus are twins #roman the thief #funny #humor #ticklefic #ler!virgil #ler!remus #ler!janus #lee!roman #teases #organized crime #not really though

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msgrumpygills · 3 years

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Social Media Anon Here!

Firstly, never change Grumpy ;) you are probably the only person on Tumblr to LISTEN to another view and let it change a prejudice.

Secondly, the Padagram/Social Media change bus continues. Don't be fooled people will be looking at positive and negative reactions to that change on social media.

So here goes!

1. They are starting to market season 2 of Walker in Hiatus. That really doesn't happen. That means they know they need to target new viewers. They are acknowledging they have a problem. The main problem is Jared either didn't learn enough about production quality on SPN (Jensen/Misha were both more interested in behind the camera's) or that he thought he could stick a Stetson on and we all had such sh1t for brains we'd watch anything. So they need a viewer boost DESPARATELY and are going all out to (a) persuade Walkers remaining viewer(s) that it's worth sticking around and (b) get back old viewers or convert 1m+ viewers to season 2. So now we see all the cast (and Keegan has more followers than Jared and Lindsay has a VERY engaged following) trying to persuade their followers how fabulous Walker is. Expect this scrabbling to continue if they want their COVID paychecks.

2. Connected to 1, Jared has started trying to break out of the fandom bubble. I don't think he's trying for power couple (the clue in a power couple is that two FAMOUS people get together and create a super brand, here we have one niche C famous guy and a hanger on wife), I think we are in Jared profile raising and trying to raise his recognition score, which is probably a little low having half assed it in the last year and a half. He's doing it by scatter-gunning so I'm not sure it's going to stick.

3. Connected to 2,

(i) if I run my algorithm clean laptop with a "Jared Padalecki" news search, I get (a) a daily mail article on Jared "clarifying the rift" (b) a "hello" magazine saying he's been "inundated with support after death of "family member"" (c) the new york times article on Walker and Supernatural. It then goes into a variety of articles about Jared raising money for Holly's family (fucking atrocious in my view to use her death for publicity) and a series of derivative articles on his mantrum and later explanation. ONLY THE NEW YORK TIMES ARTICLE MENTIONS WALKER other than as a throw away, all of the others link to Supernatural only. Walker isn't on the main radar of anyone as a show. It's not mainstream enough to mention. it has ZERO buzz.

(ii) if I run the same search on my compromised tablet, I get a SEA of fluff articles "jared padalecki goes to venice", "jared padalecki's wife wishes him a happy birthday" "jared padalecki goes to watch soccer" "jared padalecki goes to the wrestling". I'm expecting "Jared Padalecki defecates regularly" tomorrow.

At the end of that I get the same articles as in (i) but the majority of his publicity is still going through the fandom and the, not very viewed, endless zine type websites that update on every episode of every geek show every day.

So we are seeing, and I expect it to continue, a break out Padalecki, (who knows he and his forehead may wish to have a final crack at films), and a fluff Padalecki, trying to stay relevant a year after SPN relevance ended, because he hasn't got the same push for season 2 of Walker as he had for season 1 and Walker has zero presence. No one, not even the fans are talking about Walker.

Will it work? I don't think so. Keegan has 7m followers on Insta and that's because he's a photographer and writer and it's interesting. I would follow his account (I don't), but certainly it isn't a Walker instagram.

Jared is a clever guy, but he's boring on social media. He has a limited appeal. He does family snaps, hunk snaps, flogs orange pee and flogs his show. He says "family" and "mantra" a lot but that's really it. The clue is, if you didn't know who he was and came across his instagram you wouldn't follow him. Why would you? For a video of a guy running up steps? A smug picture of two middle aged men trying to flog you something?... (oh and lots of "brother" comments on Keegan's social media, which is irritating. It's like he thinks that is his repeatable formula and it isn't).

His media approach won't work because advertising and exposure pushes a product. In TV's case, it's not a one off product and there is a lot of competition. Product Jared needs to be more interesting (his mantrum's are the only exciting thing about him - and that is tragic) and his TV show just needs to be BETTER, well, a LOT BETTER.

Soooo, expect the Padapush to continue, but it's not about a couple, it's about individual marketing and for Jared breaking out of SPN bubble. For Gen, it's her tag along profile that she'll never break out of. She'll have to be satisfied with her superpower of being able to persuade people to buy toothbrush's and dog food (if she can).

Expect though the couple's bit to die off a little. Jared is getting over exposed. His engagement rating is plummeting (nearly 3% is a plummet) because of the repetitive photo content. He'll have to back off or people will switch off (I have already). What makes me laugh is.... from the dawn of time when cavemen took their wives 2 miles away for a new cave weekend.... NO ONE HAS EVER BEEN INTERESTED IN SOMEONE ELSE'S HOLIDAY SNAPS.... Gen and Jared apparently need to learn that lesson...

I might stop these posts now because, well, it's gotta be a bit boring for you and I write LONG. :)

Stay safe and wear your masks ;) xxx

I don’t want you to ever ever change, lovely! Also, I’m NEVER bored by your messages! You put so much effort into the research you do and the messages you send and it’s appreciated! <3

I started following Lindsey on IG because she seems pretty genuine, and her cat is way too cute! Plus, I like her attitude. I haven’t followed her for the whole Walker season, but even she doesn’t post a lot about it. She posts interviews and then posts about that night’s episode, but other than that, nothing. Can’t speak for Keegan, but how are fans and non-fans supposed to be excited about a show when the people STARRING in the show can’t be bothered? Maybe they’re all aware of how shitty it is or maybe they’re lazy, but it doesn’t make sense.

I’m always interested to see the difference in an “algorithm-free” setting and one that has an algorithm. I always figured Google was the same for everyone, but seeing the difference in articles you’ve outlined is insane. It really just goes to show that Jared isn’t the star that his stans think he is. He’s not as important as they think he is, he’s just an actor. It’s even more jarring to see just how little Walker is talked about at all. All of my devices probably have been “contaminated” when it comes to algorithm so I can’t really speak personally about the public and fans talking about Walker or not talking about it. I can say that on the posts about Walker from the Supernatural Facebook page, a good chunk of the comments are people saying they stopped watching, never got into it, or thought it was trash. There are only a handful of comments talking about how they enjoy the show.

I think it was disgusting for him to use a fan’s passing for publicity. And no, I don’t think it was anything other than a PR stunt. Her family had a GFM going that was promoted by plenty of the case INCLUDING GEN, so you know he knew about it. But for him to make his own special one and then have articles posted everywhere about how charitable he is? That’s gross PR bullshit and I hope it backfires.

I still follow a few Supernatural fans, Jared fans, Jensen fans, etc. on Tumblr and even they aren’t mentioning it. I think maybe the hardcore Jared stans post gifsets or whatever, but I don’t see much praise for the show itself, just Jared’s looks. Even the fans aren’t biting and that would make me reevaluate everything if I was Jared.

I'm expecting "Jared Padalecki defecates regularly" tomorrow. This made me laugh way too hard!

who knows he and his forehead may wish to have a final crack at films You are on a ROLL! Maybe I’ve become biased, but I can’t see Jared doing films. I mean, I could see him doing like a side character role or something small, but I can’t see him having a big part of a movie. Like I said, maybe that’s me being biased but I see him staying in TV. I could be proven wrong, but I don’t know.

I agree about Jared being boring on SM. I used to get some giggles from his Twitter posts and even some of his early IG posts because they were goofy, clever, and candid. It showed his humor and was more personable. Now it’s just all fake and comes off as someone whose only motivation to engage with fans is money and that’s a big turn off.

For me personally, I think that if instead of the “couple goals” bullshit that they try to push for their lavish trips, if they just posted cool pictures they took of different locations, activities, food or whatever, that would be more palatable than all the “Look at my hubster and I! We’re in Italy! Look at how in love we are!” But maybe that’s because I’ve become a bit of a photography nerd?

I guess time will tell whether or not Jared will make positive changes and if Walker can be saved, but I’m not really optimistic about it.

I AM optimistic about your takes on things so keep them coming! Long posts or not, I love them! <3

#grumpy answers #social media anon #anti jared padalecki #anti walker

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justleaf · 3 years

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Summary

Roche and Iorveth go on a date with Geralt as their chaperone (not the hat).

Content Background

This one is especially painful to yeet because it was already completed, together with 50% of the next chapter that was the smutty bits. It was finished right about the time I posted Chapter 5 and would have fit in as Chapter 11, but it just didn't make sense with all the additional plot points I'd shoved in.

I've redacted the parts that could potentially get my tumblr banned btw please donut laugh when you see it.

Original Fic

It Took Years

Length

2,300 words

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“Geralt, remember when I released you from prison and saved you from the Nilfgaardians a year ago?”

The white wolf raised his eyebrows in surprise. Roche had never called in a favour for him, and he could tell that Geralt knew it was going to be quite significant. He had thought about it too many times and despite the embarrassment and possibly never being able to look the witcher in the eye, he simply had no other choice.

“Look, I just need you to help Iorveth and I create an alibi.”

“... Uh-huh?”

“We have a meeting with Dijkstra in Novigrad in a week's time, and I plan to…” he swallowed hard when the words became momentarily stuck in his throat. It took another second for him to gather his courage to speak, and the slight tremble in his voice was immediately noticeable.

“I plan to spend the night with Iorveth in one of the inns the night before. But we need someone to cover us.”

The white wolf seemed to grow even paler and his lips pressed together in contemplation.

“You know that I have enhanced senses.”

“I know, but I need to make sure that no one catches us. Not the Scoia'tael, Blue Stripes, Dijkstra’s spies, Redanian spies, any Nilfgaardian-”

“Alright, alright, I get it. You just need to make sure that everyone thinks that I invited you two for a drink and make sure that no one is listening in.”

“I know I’m asking a lot of you, but you’re the only one I can trust in this situation. I haven’t… Iorveth and I don’t have any other opportunities. I can’t even hold his hand without worrying that someone is watching.”

Geralt stared blankly at him and Roche’s heart began to pump harder. His worry must have shown on his face, for the witcher immediately sighed and shook his head.

“Come to the Chameleon. I’ll get you guys a suite. With a wall to separate the living area and the bedroom.”

Roche looked up at him and down a few times, wondering first if Geralt had misspoke, and then if he had misheard. When the witcher said nothing and shrugged, Roche finally accepted it with a nod.

“Thanks, Geralt. Drinks are on me,” he muttered and hung his head a little. Embarrassment was beginning to burn his cheeks.

“Don’t mention it. I’ll see you soon.”

“Why are we here so early when Geralt only wanted to see us after sundown,” Iorveth whispered as they passed the guards that almost ripped their papers in half. Roche had smooth-talked his way in and Iorveth was impressed, even though he didn't let it show.

They had set aside their armour and entered the city dressed as merchants: Roche in a nondescript outfit that let him blend in with the rest of the nobles, and Iorveth draped in a cloak that obscured his elven features.

The sun was nowhere near setting when they arrived in the city. Roche had intended to take him on a date around the city, but didn’t want to admit it.

“I didn’t want to disappoint Geralt by being late.”

“Gwynbleidd would have understood.”

“Well, since we’re already here, we might as well explore the city. I heard of a tavern along the docks with an elven cook. Would you like to go there?”

The mention of food changed Iorveth’s expression immediately and Roche suppressed his laughter.

They dined at the Golden Sturgeon, where Iorveth immediately received preferential treatment from a redhead with freckles (it's Bea btw). She made sure to seat them in a relatively hidden corner and Roche could see the elf progressively relax as his shoulders began to sag. He even spotted the hints of a smile dancing on his lips when she put some strange fish dish in front of him.

Just when Roche thought that Iorveth was incapable of enjoying himself even more, he became increasingly pliant when they sat down at the Chameleon for a pint while a band played in the background. Roche didn't understand the first thing about music, but his two mugs of ale were enough to get him to keep his reservations.

Besides, he had something really cute to look at.

The elf's cloak was finally down and he could see the tips of his pointed ears twitch with every beat of the drum. He thought about how nice it would have been to pin him down to the bed and toy with his ears. His eyes trailed across the elf’s neck. If they didn’t have anywhere to be tomorrow, he would have left bite marks across that smooth skin.

Mine, he thought, and he wanted the world to know once all this was over.

“You play the recorder don’t you,” Roche asked out of the blue. Their eyes met and Iorveth was slightly startled by the intensity of his gaze, but he didn’t back down.

“Yeah. There’s been too much going on recently and I haven’t had the chance to though.”

“You can practice with mine tonight.”

“Vernon,” Iorveth warned with a glare, and then quickly glanced around the room to see if anyone was within earshot. There wasn’t, but the tension in his body didn’t leave.

“I could polish yours all night too, you know.”

The elf flinched and could see the pink develop along the tops of Iorveth’s high cheekbones and the tips of his ear. Past his flustered expression however, there was a particular heat blossoming in his eyes. Roche didn’t let up, his curiosity driving him to see just how much he could take it.

“My carrying case is a bit small, but I’m sure yours will fit in with a bit of a shove."

This time, Iorveth couldn't resist the urge to push back. Dandelion's tavern was filled with his regulars who were deep in their own conversations, and they were just talking about music, right?

"So you admit that my instrument is bigger."

"Well the quality of the instrument doesn't matter if the musician has no idea how to handle it."

"I think we've proven that I'm the better player though."

"Our last few encounters haven't exactly been skewed in my favour and I still managed."

"There is no fairness in music and in battle. You should know this, Commander."

The way Iorveth said the word made his mouth go dry.

Now that was truly unfair, and his [banana] agreed. He was seconds away from tugging Iorveth upstairs when the doors swung open and in stepped the white wolf.

"Geralt!" he called out and waved a hand.

"Nice to see you both. I hope you didn't wait long."

The witcher took a few steps towards them, sniffed the air and wrinkled his nose. He had this resigned look about him and Roche immediately knew that he could smell their arousal.

"Let's drink in my room," Geralt suggested and grabbed four mugs of ale from a passing waitress. She protested at first, but nodded and flashed him a huge smile when she saw who he was.

They headed up the stairs and Roche had to try very hard not to openly stare at Iorveth's ass. It [eggplant] and he had no choice but to stare ruefully at the ground.

As soon as he saw that the second floor was empty, he reached out and pinched the elf's behind. Iorveth jumped at the touch and almost spilled his own mug of ale, and Roche was treated to one of those embarrassed glares. They quietly ascended another flight of stairs and neared the room, and Roche could feel his heart race and his breathing grow ragged.

Finally, after two weeks of planning and trying to fit all the pieces together, it was happening. It had been a year since Dol Blathanna and months since they started seeing each other, and Roche was raring to go.

Geralt opened the door to a suite on the top floor that was exactly as he described: a small living area with a table for four and a few sparse furnishings, though it was far more comfortable than the arrangements he was used to. Partitioned off by a wall and door was a bedroom mostly occupied by a sizable bed and more pillows than he could count. A decision made by the bard, no doubt.

As soon as the door closed behind them and they set down their mugs, Roche grabbed Iorveth’s collar and shoved him towards the bedroom. The elf looked mortified and nearly lost his footing, but he recovered within the span of a few steps. He grabbed Roche’s arms and plucked them off him, then tried to shove him backwards but Roche held his ground.

“What the fuck, Roche?!”

Roche took a step back and considered Iorveth’s anger. The elf's gaze had grown sharp and alert, but he was mostly just shocked at the audacity of his actions. He just flashed him a devious smile and was returned a twitch of confusion.

“What? Didn’t you always like roughhousing me on the forest floor?”

“Not in front of Gwyn-”

Roche barely gave Iorveth a chance to answer. He charged forward, wrapped an arm around the elf’s waist, and threw him straight into bed. Iorveth went flying into the mattress with a groan and Roche climbed straight into his lap. Heavy footsteps thudded behind them and stopped by the door.

“Oil’s on the nightstand. Don’t get the sheets dirty and take your shoes off before you get in bed dammit. I can’t afford to pay for new sheets too.”

“Gwynbleidd, what is the meaning of this.”

“Just a little gift from me to the both of you. Have fun, Iorveth. Just try not to make too much noise.”

The door behind them closed and Iorveth just stared blankly at Roche, who was already taking off his top. No words came out of the elf’s gaping mouth, so Roche blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“Enjoying the date so far?”

“Explain yourself Roche, I’m not-”

The elf had to pause when Roche began grinding in his lap. It worked until it didn't, and Iorveth grabbed onto his hips to still them. Roche just wanted to get to the fucking already, but the elf refused to be distracted no matter how much he tried.

“Did you plan all this? Coming to my camp to pick me up. Picking flowers for me along the path. Bringing me to the tavern for dinner. Having drinks. This fake meeting with Gwynbleidd.”

“Of course. When else was I going to get the opportunity to take you out on a date?”

Something in Iorveth cracked visibly and Roche went dead still with nervousness. The other lowered his gaze and Roche cupped his face in his hands, desperate for his elf to be okay. He stroked his cheek gently and tilted his head up to try and get a better look at that unreadable expression. This was the opposite of what he hoped would happen and worry began to pool in his stomach.

“Hey, hey. What’s wrong. Talk to me,” he urged and placed a peck on the scarred cheek. There was no answer, so he continued fluttering kisses along his jawline. He felt like his world might come crashing down at any moment and resisted the urge to salvage the situation before he knew what was going on.

It felt like Iorveth was cycling through a thousand and one emotions. He cupped the elf's face in his hands and pulled back, where he was greeted by a vulnerability he had never seen before. The other had this dazed and awed look in his eyes, and if Roche wasn't so flustered by the sudden change of pace, he might he caught his surrender.

“Vernon…”

“I’m here. What is it? You can tell me.”

“It’s just...overwhelming.”

“In a good way or bad way?”

“Good way.”

Roche released the breath he didn’t realise he had been holding. It was nice that the reaction was somewhat positive, but Roche’s poor heart couldn’t take the anticipation. Surprising Iorveth was turning out to be quite bad for his health.

“Well. Have you enjoyed yourself?”

“Mmn.”

“It's okay. We'll take it at your pace.”

“I just... need some time to process this. I’ve never been treated like this before. It's overwhelming.”

“Well you deserve it. Take the time you need, it’s okay,” Roche encouraged again and placed another peck on his nose as he undid the bandanna that obscured half his face.

This really wasn’t how he thought the evening would go, but he had to admit that it was nice. At the core of it, all he really wanted was to be able to kiss and hold Iorveth intimately without fear of someone catching them. Now they were in bed and there was someone trustworthy to watch their backs, he supposed he had achieved his goal. Maybe they could just hold off the fucking for a while more.

“Do you want to take a nap with me,” Roche offered after they'd sat in silence for a while.

“Yeah… I would like that very much.”

Iorveth tried to take off his cloak, but Roche shushed him and pushed his hands aside. The elf had a blank look on his face and hurt momentarily flashed across his eye.

"Let me," Roche rushed to salvage as he pulled loose the strings on his cloak.

“I can undress myself you know.”

“I know you can, but just let me pamper you a bit more.”

The tips of Iorveth's ears were bright red and Roche suppressed the urge to tease him about it. Slowly, he helped the elf strip down to his underwear and slipped him beneath the sheets. Then he took off his own garments and joined him, snuggling up to that warm and slender body that seemed to fit so perfectly with his.

Yeah, he could wait.

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tundrainafrica · 3 years

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Why the recent chapters of Attack on Titan are still good

This is probably an unpopular opinion but I just need to rant because I saw a tumblr answer here where someone actually compared the current Attack on Titan Chapters to GAME OF THRONES SEASON 8? REALLY.

As a victim of Game of Thrones season 8, I am so offended for Attack on Titan and for Isayama who is still doing a good job on delivering the story.

And a lot of my timeline really is a bubble of complaints with every new chapter released. They’re shitting on everyone dying and they’re shitting on the whole Eren killing everyone thing and so many female characters sidelined unfairly and Armin being tongued.

The Game of Thrones ending was an insult to its fans. It was lazy writing. Yams latest chapters were far GOT lazy and not a lot of what he is building up to here in the final chapters is unfounded or as illogical as Tyrion Lannister deciding that hiding people in a crypt is a good idea or Daenyrys deciding to burn down King’s Landing or Jamie Lannister going back to Circe and getting killed by rocks.

To be honest, the only thing I still have issues with is Hange dying in such a fashion (which hasn’t even been completely confirmed yet because the Beast Titan thing can still happen.)

But anyway, I’m gonna go through the complaints I see everyone on my timeline make every time a new chapter comes out and why they were pretty logical developments to the story as painful as they were.

Eren being Crazy and Everyone dying in the Rumbling

I just recently finished a rewatch of Season 3 Attack on Titan and the rumbling has been set up since then. There was one quote where “If the walls are disturbed, Karl Fritz threatens to release the titans inside the walls and flatten the world” and this was mentioned so early into the show as Season 3. And what happened at the start of the show? Colossal titan smashes walls, Eren’s mother dies, Eren goes crazy, 9 years later he starts the rumbling. Very Logical. Not at all unfounded. In fact, hinting at the rumbling so early into the story is pretty genius story writing. Making Eren responsible for the rumbling, masterful writing and masterful progression too.

Armin being Tongued

I brought this up in a previous post already but tongueing Armin like that when they wanted to kidnap him was the most logical choice. You know what’s lazy writing? Or a plothole? Not tongueing Armin because that brings up the question of “Why didn’t Armin just bite his tongue to turn into the colossal titan?”

Levi being Useless and Injured

Okay, We understand Levi was supposed to be built up to some big character. But Yo, he survived an explosion less than a week ago. Of course he wouldn’t be able to fight. And of course he’d start coughing blood and almost dying in the middle of the battle. Wouldn’t it be more of a plothole if Levi just started going beyblade against them? Maybe it’s an unpopular opinion but the fact that Yams still put a spotlight on the gravity of Levi’s injury felt far better for me than if Yams just set it aside and made Levi fight like normal. Because Levi shouldn’t be fighting like normal? Especially after being bed ridden the past 7 chapters.

“I feel like he’s just being dragged around.” The manga isn’t over, Yams will let something play out. I have no idea what it is but Yams has plans for Levi and I’m pretty sure the plans will still be better than what happened to Jon Snow.

Hange being dead

I’m probably just being a Beast Titan Theory Simp now but... The manga isn’t over, Yams will let something play out. If Hange’s death isn’t further explained, this will definitely be a flaw in my book.

Hisu being Pregnant

As painful as this was, it had been set up since before. Eren mentioned it multiple times that he did not want to tell anyone about the royal blood because he knew they were going to turn Historia into a baby mill which was exactly what happened. Eren Kruger said the same thing when they turned Dina Fritz into a titan. The “unfair tratment” of Historia’s character is just the mastery of a Chekhov’s gun being shot and a beloved character being the victim.

Falco and Gabi being Overpowered?

Mikasa and Eren were pretty overpowered too in the first season as kids. This is probably an Anime only flaw but Eren should not have been able to beat Annie or Reiner with the limited training he had yet we still accept that as fact because yo why not.

And Falco and Gabi swooping in to take over a lot for them is setting up to be a bigger thing. Yams will not introduce kids as important characters if he did not have plans for them. Falco being the first flying titan has been set up since chapter 90 and really, what would be the point of it if he didn’t save their ass at least once right.

The Final Battle is Being Dragged on for Too Long

So, I’m assuming you want a Game of Thrones-esque final battle where Gabi just swoops in and stabs him in the back and he dissipates into pieces like the NIght King which only lasts two episodes? And they decide to go back for the rest of the chapters and play Quidditch? The pacing is not at all bad. So far, I don’t see Isayama doing some asspull with what’s been happening. The ending will not be the happiest but we kinda should have expected that when the story started with a massacre in Shiganshina.

Why are people so surprised and offended that Yams is hurting their favorite characters? Why is what happens to our favorite characters the measure of whether or not something is trash. While I’m at it, why is how Isayama treats his characters a measure of whether or not Isayama is “messed up” or “trash” too? (Like seriously, can we put personal insults at the author out of this?)

The writing is flawed but it’s far from a mess. It’s still very tight. The progression is still very logical. They literally introduced the show to us with a massacre in Shiganshina district and people have been dying left and right since the show started. Why are people so bothered about the blood and the gore in the finale and where their favorite characters are. Fine, we’re all attached. I’m bothered too. But why is what’s happening to the characters, a measure of whether a chapter is good or not? In fact, shouldn’t the final battle be that gory anyway? It would have just been a crazy disappointment if they tuned it down right?

It’s painful to watch our characters go through this but to be honest, at this rate, I honestly admire Isayama for having the courage to kill off and destroy characters like this left and right. In fact, the fact that Isayama is so willing to do these to his characters knowing they are fan favorites is a true testament to someone who writes for themselves more than anything and are completely faithful to their story. This is something which should actually be admired.

The characters were not at all Game of Thrones levels of butchered. The characters developed like expected and they were set up in very ingenious ways. They all just became a victim to the circumstances laid out before them which have been set up a hundred chapters ago already.

So are the people who are complaining angry about the circumstances? But the current circumstances don’t necessarily mean the chapters and the quality of the story are trash right?

So are they latest chapters trash? No they’re not. IN FACT THEY ARE SO FAR FROM GAME OF THRONES ENDING LEVEL TRASH.

Are their circumstances trash? Yes. Their circumstances are trash.

Is Isayama being lazy? To a degree.

But mind you, it has not been confirmed yet how many more chapters there will be. Isayama admitted that he hadn’t even completely storyboarded the ending. The director of the anime and the editor still have no idea when Yams plans on ending it.

I have my own qualms and complaints about the ending too and where this is going but so far, I’m seeing a net positive quality wise. A lot of the complaints IMO are unfounded.

The claim that AOT is reaching GOT levels of trash? Unfounded IMO

The claims that Isayama is fucked up, messed up an asshole over how he chooses to end his story. Completely unfounded. Why the hell are we attacking the creator over what and how he chooses to end his story?

I know a lot of people probably won’t agree with me on this but genuinely I have been enjoying the latest chapters even with my favorite characters getting hurt left and right. The quality of the story is still good, Isayama still manages to tie up a lot of the loose ends. He still manages to keep a lot of his characters in character.

Like all of you though, I’m praying the ending won’t disappoint.

#attack on titan #snk spoilers 135 #snk 132 #snk 134 #snk 135 #levi ackerman #historia reiss #hange zoe #snk spoilers #game of thrones #armin arlert #mikasa ackerman #eren jaeger #shingeki no kyojin

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twokinkybeans · 3 years

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Hello! I absolutely love all of your stories! I have a request, can you do a Starker story where Peter and his class go on a field trip to stark tower? I don’t really mind what happens there I just really want to see the ship. If you can thanks so much 💗

CHAPTER 2: BACKPACK

(Read chapter 1: Science Rules on Tumblr / AO3)

Summary: Peter is 14. Recently got his Spider powers and is no longer friends with Flash. Ned is in the picture. They go on a high school excursion and Peter is set on finding Tony to ask if he can join the Avengers. Side note: Tony is not romantically/sexually interested in Peter until chapter 3, when they are in an established relationship. Warnings: Angst. They talk about death whilst not actually mentioning it. Flash is an absolute asshole as always.

Rating: Mature (just to be sure for later on lol).

I actually had this one finished last Sunday but never got around to posting it. It isn’t edited at all, so I hope you enjoy! :P -Lien

“Mister Thompson, if you don’t take a seat this instant, it’ll be detention for you,” Mister Harrington threatens. Flash immediately presses his ass back into his seat and grins at Peter from a distance. They might resent each other now, but their infinite common interest in science, technology and Tony Stark has never faded. They don’t really talk to each other anymore and Peter is not expecting their broken friendship to ever be mended. Not with how Flash treats him these days, at least. The first cracks in their friendship appeared during their last visit to Stark Industries, when Flash became jealous of Peter for spending time with Tony. Flash’s behavior completely changed with his growing popularity at Midtown High. With regards to friendships, he ended up choosing quantity over quality. This resulted in him attempting to gain the schoolkids’ favors by bullying. Since Peter used to be his friend, he became an easy target. Peter might miss what they once had, but at least he managed to trade his friendship with Flash for an even better one. Ned Leeds enabled his geeky side and ever since the boy had helped Peter up after Flash had pushed him to the floor the first time, they became inseparable. Obviously, the school wanted to go to Avengers Tower to get them interested in pursuing careers in science and technology. Something both Ned and Peter already kind of were. As excited as everyone was to get a look inside the labs and workshops, there is a significantly higher interest in getting a glimpse of not just Tony Stark, but of any of the Avengers, now that Stark Tower has been rebirthed as Avengers Tower. However, there was another occupation that Peter also took interest in now that he had gained his Spider powers a little over half a year ago. Becoming an Avenger was his number one career dream. He’d no longer just help the little guy. He’d be able to help everyone. There’s nothing Peter wanted more than to run into Tony again like he did when they had the class trip in middle school. Maybe Peter could train under him? Learn from him? Tony would be the Master to his Padawan. He’d be an Avenger. All he needed right now was the courage to actually ask. Well, he’d have to find Tony- or any Avenger for that matter- first. … The second they set foot in the building, Peter grabs his bag and takes out the Science Rules cap that he wore as a child. He didn’t expect Tony to actually recognize him after all these years, but at least he has one point of reference he could fall back on. Security reminds him he’s not allowed to wear the cap inside, so he opts to attach it to his belt and have it hang from his hip. Flash makes an off-handed comment about it, but Peter ignores him. It still baffles Peter that Flash seems to feel no remorse for joking about the cap that he knows was Peter’s father’s. After the first two hours of the excursion Peter already starts losing hope. Most locations they go to are quite secluded and it’s not easy to get away from the security’s watchful eyes. They had to put their bags in a locker room earlier, so save for his web shooters, Peter couldn’t show Tony the suit he'd so proudly put together. If he would ever run into him. After hour three they’re finally allowed to go into the labs and actually do some tests themselves. Most of the materials they work with are quite harmless. The only thing that really could hurt them if they’re not careful is the bottle of slightly diluted bleach on their desks. At least all of the students want to make a good impression on Stark’s scientists, so they’re all on their best behavior. Everyone, but… “Whoopsies,” Flash deadpans next to Peter. The teen looks up surprised from his own workbench to see Flash, who is stationed next to him, purposefully elbow the bleach bottle. The opening up top is small, but some of the liquid still splashes out of it. Onto Peter’s hip. Peter stares at the cap that now has bleach splattered all over it and then back up at Flash who grins. “Guess it really is a one of a kind now.” Peter runs away from his spot to one of the security guards. He doesn’t trust himself to not start crying if he actually takes time to ask his question properly so all he can blurt out is: “Toilet?” The guard sees Peter’s panic and lets him out. “Uh, there’s one on the left right there.” “Th-thank-“ Water. Peter needs water right now. Needs to wash it out, even though the fabric is already lightening. Who knows, maybe he could wash it out with the tears that are forming in the corners of his eyes. He rushes and throws open the door, immediately starting the stream of water and shoving the cap under it. The further he can dilute the bleach, the better. His left hand clutches the little tag on the inside in an attempt to keep anything from spilling into it and messing up his father’s handwriting. A soft sob escapes his throat, but he’s startled to hear a urinal flush in one of the stalls. He sniffs and attempts to wipe away the tears with the elbow of his shirt. When he hears the door unlock he looks down in a half-assed attempt to focus on cleaning the cap. He bites on the inside of his cheek and clenches his jaw, feeling the presence of the man from the stall emerge. The man casually washes his hands next to Peter but his movement suddenly halts. “Peter?” Peter could recognize that voice in his sleep. His heart beats loudly in his chest and the world is spinning. He blinks before whipping his head up to lock eyes with Tony Stark. “Jeez, you’ve grown.” The man’s brows curl together at the look on Peter’s face. The boy breaks eye contact and looks forward into the mirror, only to realize his cheeks are red and his eyes are puffed. “What the hell happened?” There’s a moment of silence. Peter barely realizes that Tony recognized him. Knows him, still. Is concerned for him. Peter’s mouth opens and closes and he takes a breath before looking back down at the cap and continuing to attempt to wash out the bleach. “Bleach,” he mumbles. “Didn’t take you to be that clumsy.” “Wasn’t wearing it.” “Still.” Peter scrubs more aggressively now, tears threatening to spill again. He’s making a fool of himself and he wishes he could just disappear. “Hey,” Tony says quietly. “Hey-“ Peter’s eyes widen at a hand suddenly holding onto his lower arm. Peter’s frozen where he stands and can only watch defeated as Tony turns off the tap. Only now he feels how wet his cheeks are. When did he start crying again? “Damage’s already been done.” Tony takes the cap out of Peter’s hands and studies the lightened splotches on the front. “Don’t you think this looks cool?” He tries. “Don’t want it to look cool.” “I’m sure your dad won’t-“ Tony stops himself, knowing exactly why he shouldn’t finish his thought. He sucks at his teeth and looks away. “Sorry, how’s your mom?” Peter nearly laughs at Tony’s inability to read the room. “She was with him.” Mortified at his previous decision on how to continue the conversation, Tony takes a step back. Peter looks down at his wet hands and adds: “It’s okay.” “To be honest, no, not really. Are you taken care of?” “My aunt.” “Didn’t Richard have a brother?” Peter looks up again and grimaces, feeling like every word falling from Tony’s lips is a stab to the heart. “Fuck, I’m-“ “It’s okay.” “It’s not.” Tony shakes his head and moves closer to Peter again. “I’m sorry, kid.” The man scoffs. “I used to be better at this… Well, no actually, that’s a lie.” Peter swallows as the two just stare at each other in silence for a few seconds, neither of them sure where to go with this. The boy then clears his throat and moves to stand up straight. “I am, eh… Here on another excursion.” “High school this time, I presume? Or are you in uni already?” “Parents wanted me to have a somewhat normal childhood, so they didn’t want me to get ahead that far. My aunt honors that wish.” Peter now properly washes his hands, since his hands had started to tingle from the bleach. “Aren’t you bored out of your mind, then?” Peter raises his eyebrows and chuckles. “Maybe.” Tony’s wrist beeps and he takes a glance at his watch, sighing exasperated. He heads for the door and hands Peter the cap back on his trek. “Pete, I’m sorry, I gotta go. Give reception a call-“ No, is all Peter can think. Before he can form a rational though, he reaches out and webs Tony’s hand to the door handle, locking both of them in the bathroom. Tony stares down at the substance keeping the door shut and his hand attached to it. “What the-“ “I want to join the Avengers.” Peter is ready to hit himself in the head. That question was way too direct and now he’s really done it. Tony laughs surprised. “Oh, bother. You’re Spider-Guy?” Peter’s eyes widen. The man hadn’t said no. “Spider-Man.” “Right.” “Wait, aren’t you fourteen?” Tony asks confused. Peter’s aware his physique as Spider-Man is wildly different from what he appears as in daily life. “And a half.” “Kid, if that really is you, you need to stop before you get in over your head, okay?” Tony wants to step towards him, but is held back by the webbing. “You think I’m lying?” Peter crosses his arms offended. “Well, no, but-“ The billionaire shakes his head at the substance and scoffs. “You’re putting yourself in danger when you shouldn’t.” “I’m not stopping.” “What- are you an adrenaline junkie? Please, don’t tell me you’re doing this because of me. It’s not worth it, I promise you.” Peter stares at the wet cap in his hands. “Not everything’s about you.” He wishes he swallowed those words, but Tony seemed to be self- aware enough, taking the comment somewhat gracefully. “Then what is it about?” “Half a year ago I got these… Powers.” Peter raises his hands up to look at them and sighs. “I’m stronger and faster… And I- well…” He trails off and pulls his face together in a frown. “When you can do the things that I can, but you don’t, and then the bad things happen? They happen because of you.” “As inspiring as that is, you shouldn’t be doing any of the stuff I’ve seen in those videos.” Tony’s pulls at his wrist and swears silently. “Jesus, what is this made of?” “You… Watched the videos?” “Yeah, kid, I did, now please get this stuff off me?” “Right! It usually dissolves after two to three hours, but I have a dissolver in…” Peter falls silent as he realizes that what he needs is locked away by security. “Kid,” Tony threatens. “My backpack.”

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chuckbass-love · 4 years

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Why Him? | Ransom Drysdale | Part 22

A/N: FINAL PART. I just want to take the time to thank everyone for the continued support on this fic and the likes! i really do appreciate it! I’ve got an Andy Barber mini series that i’ll probably start uploading tomorrow.

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than my Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3. However, reblogs are welcome.

Warnings: Soft smut and a lot of fluff

Ransom’s POV

I roll over in bed to see Claudia still fast asleep. This last week we’ve spent quality time together. Dates and movie nights. It’s been nice, just me and her. She truly is everything that i want in a woman.

I feel like i can achieve anything with her by my side, she’s been encouraging me to write. I’ve been toying around with the idea of a book for my grandad. I’ve told him my ideas and he’s agreed to let me assist him in writing his next one. Everything is going great for me. It’s all finally falling into place.

I’m heading into town today with Jason so he can get my advice on a suit that he’s buying for his mother’s wedding. Plus i need his help with something too.

I lean down and start peppering kisses across her shoulder.

“Morning” she mumbles, her eyes still closed.

“Good morning beautiful” she groans

“I don’t feel so beautiful in the morning but i’ll take a compliment from you” she giggles. God her laugh, it’s so adorable.

“I’ve not got long, i need to meet Jason in an hour and i’ve not showered yet” she bites her lips as she lowers herself down to my dick.

“It’s fine we have time” just like that, she takes all of me in her mouth, i bottom out as i reach the back of her throat. No gagging this time. She’s gotten used to it.

“Mhmm, baby that feels so good” i grab a hold of her hair but she stops sucking.

“Fuck me” she gets up off the bed, removing her clothes.

“I’ll never get used to seeing you naked” she’s incredible

I pull her back to the bed and i flip us round so she’s face down on the bed.

“Your wish is my command doll” i slide into her slowly “oh god” she moans out, i smack her ass.

“You ready?” she just mumbles, making me chuckle before i start ramming into her. The noises coming out of her are nothing compared to the other times. Her moans are turning me on even more.

“Like that baby doll?” she nods her head slightly, my thrusts get slower and i lift her ass up so it’s in the air.

“This is more like it” i smack both ass cheeks before going back in. “You gonna cum princess?” she turns her head “yes, keep going daddy. Don’t stop” that’s my signal.

I get faster and harder with my thrusts, she dives her head back into the pillow, i see her hands grip the sheets beneath her.

“I’m cumming daddy”

Just like that, she clenches around me, bringing my orgasm on swiftly after. I pull out and see my cum oozing out of her, what a sight. I take her to the bathroom so we can both shower and as we’re washing she looks up at me.

“What?” she just stands on her tip toes to kiss me. “Nothing, just admiring my man” i love the sound of those words falling out of her mouth.

We finish up and go back into our room to change. I shove on my slacks and a white cable-knit sweater.

“I’ll be back later okay?” i kiss her forehead “say hi to Jason for me. See you later. I love you”

“I love you too”

I head out and get in the beamer to drive to town.

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“Now the suit is done, what did you come for?” Jason asks as i’m staring at the rings in the window of a jewellery store.

“Oi oi, rings?” he stands next to me, nudging my arm.

I walk into the store and start talking to the woman about rings. I know what Jason is thinking. It’s too soon. It’s only been a month or so but it feels right. If i had it my way, i’d have done it after she met my family. But now just feels right, it feels perfect.

I settle my eyes on an 18 carat white gold diamond ring. This is the ring. As we head out of the shop and back to our cars, Jason is silent.

“Are you sure she’s the one?” i nod

“I’ve never been more sure, i know it seems crazy but this love is real Jase” he smiles at me.

“I know, it’s painfully obvious how you feel and on her part too, she’s besotted. When you thinking of doing it?” i shrug, i hadn’t really planned that far.

“Not sure yet. All i know is i want to marry her” he gives me a hug which never happens.

“I couldn’t be happier for you man” i chuckle.

“She has to say yes first” he rolls his eyes

“Let’s hope she does”

“Good luck” we part ways and i decide to take a detour before i head back home.

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I pull up outside of Claudia’s parent’s house and i take a deep breath before i get out the car. I’m really about to do this. there’s no going back. I walk up to their door, knocking confidently.

Phil answers “Ransom? This is unexpected, is everything okay son?”

“I’m sorry to just pop up unannounced, i really need to talk to you, is this a bad time?”

“No, this is fine. I was just making some tea if you’re interested, come on in” he stands to the side, inviting me in.

“Is it just me that you wanted to talk to because Michelle has just gone out with some friends”

“Actually it was just you i was looking to talk to”

I take a seat at the table, he hands me my tea as he sits down.

“So... what is is you wanted to talk about? Is everything okay?”

“I’ve never done this before, i don’t really know how to go about this”

“What is it?”

“I know that me and Claudia haven’t been together long but there’s no uncertainty in how i feel about her. I came here today to ask for your blessing to take her hand in marriage”

My heart sinks as i look at his face, he looks a bit taken back. I hope this isn’t a bad thing.

“Son, i’ve spent many years dreaming of this day. I’ve always wanted nothing but the best for her. A man that has a secure job and would be able to provide whilst also making her happy. Ransom, you don’t seem to have much in terms of a career”

This is it. I knew it. As much as he seems to like me, it’s very clear that i will never be fully accepted. I knew i should have done more with my life instead of playing life like a game.

“But... the most important thing to me out of everything, is my daughters happiness. Son, me and Michelle have noticed she seems very happy around you. And if you make her that happy then who am i to question this? This is my daughters future that i’m giving to you, she’s my only daughter and you need to understand that naturally i’m going to be protective over her”

“I promise you, for as long as she’s with me you’ll never have to worry. I’ll provide for her, keep her happy and take good care of her. She’s in very good hands”

“Well then you have my blessing”

“You won’t regret this, i won’t let you down sir”

I get up to leave, i’m so happy with the outcome. I’ve never felt this good, i can’t stop smiling. All that i need now is a yes. As much as i know how she feels about me, i don’t know if this will be too soon for her. All these thoughts swirl my mind as i pull out the drive to head home.

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I walk through the front door, making sure to hide the ring in my coat pocket, getting rid of the bag in the kitchen trash before i head into the living room.

“Hey, how was your day?” i kiss her as i sit down next to her on the couch.

“Great, Jason got his suit, took us a long time though. He’s so fussy” she snuggles into my chest, draping her legs over mine.

“Did you get anything nice?” don’t say it Ransom.

“Nope, nothing caught my eye” the lies. I feel my palms go sweaty. I need to calm my nerves and put my poker face on otherwise she’ll get suspicious.

“So your mom called” i look down at her

“She said they are having a party at the mansion tomorrow night and she’s asked us to be there” i kiss her forehead “you got it, you got something to wear for it?” she nods.

“I have a dress that i packed just in case” we continue to watch TV together and i wipe my hands on my coat to rid myself of the sweat.

I really need to chill. “I’m just gonna go change, get into comfier clothes” she turns her head to the TV. I dash upstairs to change and hide the box in the one drawer i know she won’t go in.

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*THE NEXT DAY*

“Do i look okay?” she walks into the living room, still putting her earrings in. She’s dressed in a little black dress and black heels. The same dress she wore the night that we met. She looks insane.

“You look amazing doll, you always do” i pull her between my legs on the arm rest of the couch.

“This ass looks good in this dress” i grip it and she slaps me playfully.

“Well maybe you’ll get lucky later” she winks, pulling me up so we can leave.

We get a cab this time around, knowing that we are gonna end up drinking, especially since i’m planning to propose tonight.

As we enter the mansion, everyone turns to us, smiling away.

“Ransom, Claudia” my parents walk over, greeting us bother and hugging us too.

My grandad soon notices and he makes his way over. He hugs Claudia and then me.

“You look lovely Claudia, it’s so nice to see you again” I’m starting to think my grandad will steal her away. We walk into the room and Claudia makes her way over to Meg and Marta.

This evening is going so well, even Walt who is constantly miserable is smiling. Him and Claudia start talking, should i be worried?

Claudia’s POV

“Claudia” i turn around to find Walt stood there

“Hi Walt” he sighs

“Look, i’m sorry about that first night we met. I really am. I can see how genuine what you and Ransom have is and i’m happy for you both” i’m shocked, it’s clearly taken a lot for him to say this. I lean in and hug him.

“Thank you, i really appreciate that”

Ransom’s POV

She hugs him and they both laugh, i’m shocked. He’s really different tonight, i like it.

I get lost in a chat with my dad that i don’t notice Claudia leave the room. I wonder outside to see her leaning against the wall.

“What you doing out here all alone?” she grins when she turns round to see me.

“Just getting some air” she replies

The sun is starting to set and the sky looks beautiful.

“This sky is stunning” she looks up, in awe. This is it Ransom, do it now.

“You know you were wearing that exact dress the night we met. God that night. I would do anything to be taken back to that night” I chuckle, she walks towards me as i’m leant against the railing on the balcony at the side of the house.

“I remember thinking that i had to have you. You were so sassy and stand offish which for some reason only made me want you more” her dimples come out as she smiles at me.

“That first evening in New York when you turned me down, it only made me more determined to prove myself. I wanted you to know that i wasn’t just after some fling” my palms start to clam up as i fiddle with the box in my coat pocket.

“You’re not just beautiful to me because of your looks Claudia. It’s your heart that holds the true beauty. You always know what to say and do at the right times. You’re caring and kind and despite people not always treating you with the same respect, you always make sure to give them the benefit of the doubt. I find myself just smiling away when i watch you do the simple things. Like when you dance after i give you food, your mood goes away instantly. And when you laugh, like properly laugh, i love that. And when you get excited over the small things like getting to cuddle after a long day or watching movies in bed or even the way you sing along to Disney and musical songs when you are just relaxing. All these things add up in my mind without me realising it and they make me love you even more which i didn’t think was possible. I didn’t think i could love someone as much as i love you. I feel it inside of me, like the whole zoo is in my stomach whenever i’m with you and i don’t ever want this feeling to end” god that was good.

She’s just in shock over everything i just said, looking up at me with love in her eyes.

“Which you know all of this seems crazy, i mean we met a month or so ago for Christ sake. It’s insane. But no one else has ever made me feel the things that you have and no one else puts a smile on my face the way you do” i get down on one knee.

“Ransom” tears start falling down her cheeks.

“Claudia Rose Taylor, will you do me the great honour of becoming my wife?” i open the box to reveal the diamond ring and i feel tears in my eyes. We both start crying.

“YES! A THOUSAND TIMES OVER YES” she lowers herself down to my level. Embracing me into a tight hug and kissing me passionately as we break from the hug. We stand up and she kisses me again.

“I can’t believe this”

“I love you so much” she beams

“I love you too future Mrs Drysdale” she covers her face with her hands.

“Come on, let’s go tell my family”

We go back inside and i gather everyone around so we can share the news. They all clap and whistle as we reveal that i just proposed.

“Claudia OMG” Meg runs over, eyeing up the ring.

“It’s beautiful. Not a bad choice ass hat” she slaps my arm playfully and i bring her into a hug. “Gee thanks Meg” we all laugh.

I look down at Claudia, she’s chatting away to my mother.

“We have to start the planning right away, i’ve got so many ideas already” she always did love planning things.

“Right we need to capture this moment... move back you two, let me get a picture” my mom holds her phone up ready for a picture. I wrap my arm around Claudia’s waist and she holds up her hand to show off the ring in the picture. Once it’s taken i kiss her, blissfully unaware that my mom is still taking photos of us.

We thank everyone for their congratulations and shortly after people start leaving one by one so we decide to get off, we still need to tell her parents and friends. As we are in the cab i turn to look at her.

“You happy?” i ask and she kisses me again.

“I’m engaged to the man of my dreams, i couldn’t be happier. I can’t wait to be your wife” that word, sends my stomach into a zoo again.

“Well i can’t wait to be your husband” she blushes.

I did it, i asked her to marry me and she actually said yes.

When everyone asked her why him? She stood up and asked them why not him? And right here, right now in this moment with her, i feel on top of the world

#ransomdrysdale #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale smut #hugh ransom drysdale #ransom thrombey fluff #ransom drysdale fluff #knives out #chris evans #chrisevans smut #chris evans smut #chris evans fluff #fanfiction #smut #fluff

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yoon-kooks · 5 years

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Pick Me Up

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Fluff, LIGHT smut, fwb!AU

Summary: Jimin has a cute habit of visiting his favorite songwriter late at night.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: five seconds of smut if you squint

A/N: reposting this drabble from 2018 bc tumblr is acting up again. also! im posting a new prequel to this later on today!

Knock, knock. You glance away from your computer screen and into your mirror that reflects a shadowy figure standing outside your studio door. Normally, you wouldn’t respond to a potential zombie lurking around the BigHit building so late at night. But you know who it is.

“Did someone order a large coconut cold brew?” Jimin says in his best delivery boy voice. Of course, you hadn’t actually ordered anything, but you certainly are in dire need of a pick-me-up after working endless hours on a new song.

“I’m pretty sure I didn’t,” you shake your head as he places the cold drink into your hands. With the first sip, you give him a smirk. “But thanks, Jimothy.”

“How’s the song coming along?” He looks over your shoulder at your computer and then back at your dark circles.

“It's… coming,” you sigh. As much of a knack you have for songwriting, there’s something that has you stumped. “At the very least, I’ve nearly finished the melody composition.”

“Ooh, can I hear what you have so far?” Jimin’s eyes light up. You love how genuinely interested he is in the songwriting process. He’s always dropping by your studio after completing his own schedule, often bringing you snacks or coffee from your favorite café. Although you know it’s sometimes just for a quickie, you really do appreciate his company.

“Jimin, the last time I gave you a sneak peek, you deadass leaked it onto Twitter,” you cross your arms. “Bang PD will lose his shit if it happens again without his consent.”

“In my defense, I just wanted to show off how talented our songwriter is~” Jimin says with a hmph.

“Fine,” you roll your eyes to conceal a smile, pulling the boy into your studio and shutting the door behind him. “Just don’t record anything or tell the other members about this!”

“It’ll be our secret.” His hushed ASMR voice is only a tiny bit seductive, slyly entwining his chubby pinky with yours. “Promise.”

“Hmm, on second thought, I don’t trust you~” You break off the pinky swear and skip back to your computer, sliding your headphones back over your ears. Teasing him is your favorite pastime.

“You’re so stubborn…” The boy rolls a chair over and takes a seat next to you. He just sits there quietly. Whether he’s paying more attention to you or to what you’re editing, you aren’t sure. All you know is that he’s never a bother to have around, especially when you’re stressed over deadlines and low on inspiration.

After rearranging a bit of the composition, you slip your headphones off and put them over the boy’s ears for him to hear. You stare into his focused eyes, watching his every reaction to your work in progress. He looks right back at you, trying his hardest not to give you any kind of feedback, just to spite you.

When the track ends, Jimin simply removes the headphones and deadass says it was “aite”.

“Go home!” You shove his shoulder and send him flying off on his rolling chair.

By the time he rolls his way back to you, you’ve already resumed working on the track. “I like it so far,” he watches and waits for you to turn towards him before giving you hearty eyesmile.

“Really?” You ruffle his soft hair before slipping your hand down to his neck. Your fingers massage him gently.

He nods. You use the tips of your fingers to tilt his chin, giving you full access to his plump lips. You can’t remember the last time the two of you had studio sex, but you’re certainly craving his touch, his affection, and his love.

“Do you have time?” Your voice is already breathy and needy, praying he says yes so you can soothe the growing ache between your legs.

“Only about five minutes,” Jimin glances up at your kitty clock as he lifts you up from your chair and onto your desk. “But we can make it work.”

You watch as he rids you of your leggings and lace before running a pair of fingers up your thigh and along your soaked center. The intense sensitivity makes your entire body shutter with lust and anticipation as he brings himself closer to your erect little bud. But at the same time, you realize you would be the only one on the receiving end.

“Jimin… Let’s wait for a time when we both have more than five minutes,” you say softly as you close your legs, though you appreciate the boy’s thoughtfulness to satisfy your dire needs.

“It’s fine, Y/N,” he chuckles at your considerate gesture. “Besides, how’re you supposed to focus on work when you’re this wet?” He holds up his glazed finger tips to show proof of your sexual need before sucking them off. “Didn’t you say you work best after our little studio sessions?”

“Yeah, but…” you blush and pout, despite there being some truth in his words. There’s been plenty of times where you think you’ve lost all inspiration for a song until Jimin comes along to take your mind off work for just a little bit—sort of like a cleanse. Some of your greatest tracks have come after late nights spent with Jimin. But many of those nights didn’t even involve sex.

You hop your naked ass off the desk and push Jimin back into a chair with you on top of him. Your lips clash with his as you feel his grip tighten at your hips. “A makeout session will do for tonight,” you lick your lips, smiling at the boy. “I’d rather save the sex for a time when we have all night.”

“Quickies aren’t cutting it for you anymore?” Jimin asks between liplocks. You feel him getting hard through his sweatpants against your crotch.

“It’s not that,” you suck gently against his neck, just enough to get him to moan but not leave a mark. “I just don’t want to feel so rushed when I’m with you.”

“Oh? Is this a confession?” Jimin pulls away and smirks at you. “You enjoy spending time with me that much?”

“You can’t talk. You’re the one who always uses coffee as an excuse to visit my studio like twenty times a week.” Despite the defensive jab, your next peck is a soft one against the boy’s cheek. “But sometimes I just think about spending quality time with you outside of here…”

“Like dating.” Jimin’s smirk fades.

“I mean, I know we can’t, but-” You’re cut off by a long and tender kiss. It feels like forever before either of you pull away. And when you finally do, Jimin just stares into your eyes in silence.

“Anyway, I need to finish this song…” you say when you realize he can’t give you the reply you want. “… And you need to get home before the guys worry about you.”

You slip off of the boy’s lap to reclothe your lower half. He takes your hand as you walk him towards the door but stops you before you can turn the knob.

“Y/N, I’m sorry,” he says, looking down at your fingers interlaced with his. “I’m sorry I can’t give you the relationship you want…”

“It’s not your fault, Jimin. I don’t think you realize how much it means to me every time you drop by the studio. Even if it’s one time or twenty times a week.” You wish he wouldn’t always blame himself. If anything, you’re grateful that he takes time out of his busy day to spend with you. He dotes on you because he adores you. “We don’t need to date for me to know your feelings.”

“I’m glad,” he smiles with less worry. “But if you ever want to spend time outside of the studio, let’s hang out at the dorms, yeah? It could be like a mini date?”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to keep this a secret even from the guys?” you ask, even though you’d be delighted to have some Netflix and cuddle sessions with Jimin.

“If it’s just them, they’ll understand. You know how much they all love their cute songwriter,” he pinches your cheek. “Plus, they’ve been pestering me to ask you out for the past few months. You already have their approval.”

“I am cute, thank you.” You gloat in his compliment.

“You are.”

“But yeah, I’d love to visit you at the dorms, since you always visit me here~”

“…Should we start tonight?”

“Wow, someone’s eager,” you snicker. “I knew that bulge wasn’t just my imagination…”

“Y/N!” he whines at your teasing.

“I do still have a lot of work to do on this track, though.” You bite your lip, trying to come up with the best solution. “Will hanging out with you tonight spark any inspiration for my songwriting?”

“Possibly~” Jimin raises his eyebrows and widens his eyes. He knows that’s the expression that never fails to make you laugh. “And if not, I’ll spend the weekend being your coffee fairy until you finish that song.”

“Alright, alright,” you giggle at his funny face. “I’m counting on you, Mr. Coffee Fairy.”

#bts scenarios #bts smut #bts fanfic #jimin x reader #bts imagines #jimin fanfic #bts fluff #jimin #bts #bangtan #pick me up

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cyberlifebf · 5 years

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Us, interrupted (Connor x reader) (Pt. 2)

Note: Tumblr erased all the text post from the previous post. Now I must repost and pray it doesn’t happen again. 🙃🙃🙃

Description: Connor asks to sneak off while things are slow at the office.

(Female reader/she/her pronouns) (Connor is deviant, clearly).

Tags: Romance, some humor, S M U T.

First part here. They’re in no particular order.

Enjoy. Feedback is welcomed!

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The small cafe section of the station was empty. You were pleased with that. No waiting in line for the cheap coffee that was beginning to taste like water at this point. Caffeine just wasn't cutting it these days. Or maybe it was the quality. Who knew.

You press the little yellow button, watching it flash blue as it began brewing on the highest setting, then you rest against the corner sleek counters; relishing in the silence, you could drift off, just standing here. Listening to the buzz, it was the only moment of pea-

"(Y/n)," Connor's voice startles you out of your daydream, you stand on edge, watching as he gently shut the door behind him.

"I'm getting coffee," you explain lazily as you turn for the short ceramic mug near the sizzling machine. "Tell whoever's looking for me that they can wait." you couldn't be gone for even a second it seemed, even on a slow day.

"I was searching for you," he says as you reach into the lower cabinet for something to add to the steaming cup. You fetch around the boxes of packaged sugar, annoyed that no one filled up the empty bowl by the machine.

"For what?" there hadn't been any urgent cases. Surprisingly. You pondered on what he could possibly be referring too; you stir sugar in your coffee now, watching the specks dissolve into nothing. The scent going from bitter to sweet.

"I was wondering if you'd be interested..in something," his tone was unreadable; he crossed the short distance between you two, the material of his uniform was almost against your back with his choice of proximity. You could hear Hank scolding him for it.

But this was different. There was no need for him to be so close.

"Connor, what are you getting at?" you turn in the enclosed space, facing him. Before you could open your mouth again, he kisses you.

Your eyes fly open as your hands fall to your sides in shock. Connor presses his lips harder against yours, your mind raced against your skull, you really hoped no one would stumble upon this.

"We're in public," you pull away. "Are you crazy?"

"No one is around," Connor explains softly, looking at you as if you should go along with this. "I thought you'd be-"

"Willing to lose my job?" you interrupt him, sliding away from the corner of the counters. "Not a chance," you turn from him, hoping to hide the redness that was undoubtedly heating your cheeks.

"You won't give me ten minutes?" Connor insists. "If we're quick, I'm certain we won't get caught,"

"What's gotten into you lately?" you shake your head at him. "If you think seducing me here is gonna work," you laugh slightly, grabbing the cooled down coffee as you pass him—"you'll have to try a lot harder than that,"

"One chance," Connor insists again. You stop in your tracks. Pondering for a moment, you knew the next hour or so would be spent typing away at your keyboard and refilling the same cup of coffee.

"Ten minutes," you repeat.

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"You're sure we won't get caught?" you question him as he deems the break room as under construction; locking the heavy door, your heart was pounding as he looked at you.

"There's always a chance I suppose," Connor's words weren't exactly what you wanted to hear. But you were already knee deep in this. "I highly doubt it," he adds.

Your nerves only eased when Connor kisses you, the bliss only excited you more. He sat you on the flat couch, furthering the kiss tenderly; he was soft to the touch, his hand landing on your left thigh, his index finger dangerously grazed along the hem of your pencil skirt.

"We only have so much time," you remind him as you pull away. "Hurry Connor,"

Connor complies with a nod, he grabs your thigh now; squeezing gently, you tug on his collar and force him on top of you. A smile on your lips as he gives you a perplexed look.

He began peppering hard kisses along your neck, whilst one handing your blouse; practically tearing apart the buttons along the front—he used his other hand between your thighs. The dual sensations left your limbs sparking like fire; you arched up against him; running your fingers through his hair.

You held onto his shoulders as he kissed you again, he led this time; it was hot. The need he kissed you with drove you up the wall. Connor brushed his tongue against yours, he kept his eyes halfway open; watching your reactions vary.

"Touch me," you beg, undoing his uniform; you moved with urgency, wanting him bad. Far worse than you'd anticipated.

He wasted no more time. Taking both hands, he yanks your panties down, stopping mid-thigh. Just enough for access.

"Oh my god," you curse as his hand disappears under your skirt; he lets out the shortest of moans as he slid his middle finger in.

"You're so warm," Connor observes, his tone technical and breathy at the same time. He held himself up by grabbing onto the arm of the couch where you rested your head—his pace gradually quickening.

"Keep going, please," you beg once more, feeling him go quicker. He was much more attentive than any human you'd been with. Which was surprising coming from an android programmed to fight crime.

Connor could hear the delight in your moans with each brush of his finger; he wanted more of you, but knew time was running out. It was getting increasingly hard not to give in.

He runs his tongue along the tops of your breasts, the warmth was toe curling—"I'm close," you warn, how his wrist moved; it fed the flame at the pit of your stomach.

"Yes," you whisper against his ear as he began leaving gentle bites along the curve of your neck; your lingering perfume stung his mouth, your moans vibrated against his cheek—"Connor.." you call out. "You're gonna make me.." your voice fades out into a soft sound; interrupted by another warm mouthed kiss.

It'd been way passed ten minutes by the time you were straddling him, your blazer thrown about, along with your cream blouse and matching bra.

You had his coat and undershirt undone, your hands roam his chest with familiarity; Connor enjoyed this, how you marveled at his body. Kissing him with more fervor than the last.

One of the times he felt human were times like this; one of the most human feelings. The warmth and passion you two shared, eased his ever questioning mind.

"It's been well over ten minutes," Connor protests whilst allowing you to undo his pants; he couldn't take it much more—he needed you, the feeling built up in his chest; clouding his better judgement.

"And we haven't been caught," you kiss the tip of his nose, making him breathe out in a short laugh, he aids you in the removal of his pants.

Then it hit him.

A new case rolls in, disrupting every sense in his being.

"Wh..what's wrong?" you sit up when Connor takes hold of your wrists.

"An urgent case," Connor says firmly, standing and quickly redoing his uniform. "This'll have to wait,"

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"Connor where the fuck have you been?" Hank stands from his desk. "We just got a hit for a big drug bust—" Hank pauses as Connor came closer, his coat was open, some buttons askew.

"Is that...lipstick?" Hank asks, seeing the faint red smudged on his mouth; Connor's eyes widen at the question. "Jesus Christ," Hank pinches the bridge of his nose. "You got it all over your neck and face too," Hank says through his teeth, searching Connor with annoyance. "You look like a washed up clown,"

"What do I do?" Connor asks, rubbing his lips with his hand.

"Go to the goddamn bathroom and clean up," Hank sighs, waving Connor off. "If Fowler saw you like that he'd kick my ass,"

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killmebutneverinsultme2 · 4 years

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Rules for mobile (Pinned Post)

The Code

Success. I’ve sufficiently pestered the wench to make me a blog, much to the cost of a certain behorned mischief god whose presence I must share. Follow the rules below, and there’ll be smooth sailin’, savvy?

This be an exceptionally selective blog. I was me mun’s first ever muse yonks back and I’ve pestered her into writing me again, BUT, she’s horribly pressed for time. Partners will likely be very few, else ones doubling up with Loki’s. Anyone is welcome to approach and enquire, but she and I will be leaning toward those either from me own universe or crossovers with which she’s highly familiar and characters in whom she’s especially interested. Ye have been warned.

Replies are like to be slow, up to a few weeks at most.

Partners must be 18+. Various themes of an adult nature may be found here. Sexual things will be tagged ‘#filthy pirate’ with whatever level/variety of sin I deem them. More details below.

Behave. There shall be no rudeness, no passive aggression, no hate, no censorship or generally being a twit. Do I make meself clear?

The Code - Extended (below the cut)

Hi, guys. I’m Pirate (oddly known as this long before I made Jack a tumblr). Here are my more detailed rules and guidelines for writing with me on this blog, though the absolute basics are at the top as, honestly, it’s never easy to remember everyone’s requirements.

Jack is a sideblog. If you’re being followed by a benevolentgodloki that means I’m following you back. I don’t need us to be mutuals (both following each other) for us to write together, but there is a greater chance of us having a partnership if we’re letting each other know we’re interested.

How I Roll

I note myself as ‘highly selective’. This isn’t to be an elitist bugger, it’s because we all only have a limited amount of time we can put in. I want to write what I enjoy with people I enjoy. I am married with two attention-seeking cats, two jobs, a slow-brewing intended writing career and a video game addiction.

Asks/Memes - I will usually answer these no matter who they are from but I may or may not turn them into a thread I intend to keep. Some memes are very much designed to be something that continues so context can be key. If you would like to know in advance whether I intend to answer and/or keep something, please do pop me a message and I will be kind and honest.

My Threads - While Jack’s blog is still exciting and new, I’m being a bit all over the place with who and what I reply to depending on which way Jack’s.. compass.. is pointing. I do have a rolling turn order that I adhere to (to the point that I can genuinely tell you who is next at any given moment) but it’s all piled in with Loki’s threads, meaning I can take a few weeks to get round everything. Every partner gets one of their threads answered within that ‘round’ and then I go round again. However, when I’m really into something/finding something easy to pop back, I treat myself to spamming certain threads or partners at my whim. I use rpthreadtracker.com to maintain what I have.

I will remind partners of threads that have not been replied to for more than three months. If I do not do this, I have either forgotten/lost it myself, I’m not too fussed about keeping it at that stage, or you were absent for a long period of time.

My Style - I will write in both past or present tense depending on partner preference. My default is past but I like either. Please kick me if I screw up and write the wrong one. I prefer using regular size font but I will make mine small on replies to people who use the smaller so that it looks neat. I will often match partners’ lengths and some formatting details e.g. bolding dialogue, but I struggle with doing novella-length posts for reasons below.

I have a bugbear to admit about role-play. What we call splicing. A good half of my partners write this way so I’m not about to tell everyone to stop but if you’re someone who does this, you will occasionally run into some frustrations when writing with me. ‘Splicing’ is when you retrospectively write dialogue or actions as having previously happened during your partner’s last post. These things are fine when they’re passive i.e. your character muttered them, thought them or you were writing what your character was doing at the time because that’s pretty much essential. The trouble comes usually when my characters talk a lot/ask rhetorical questions and partners choose to answer every single one despite the fact my character carried on talking. I know it’s an ass that I have talkative muses and you really want to respond to every point/get a word in, but putting words and actions into the past effectively godmods my muse into accepting they happened. If you feel your muse would have full-on interjected midway through their ramble, please ask me to edit my post/stop it at that point. Otherwise if you do prefer to splice, my muse will only respond to whatever it is your character did or said last in their post. This is one of the reasons I can’t write novella, because often there is only so much you can write before you’re stepping into the territory of changing what went before and not allowing your partner to do anything about it.

TL;DR don’t ever worry about your post being too short for me. If it’s one sentence long but it’s because something fast-paced is happening, I won’t be miffed.

Shipping! - no not that kind of ship, Jack. I love shipping. Ships all around. Let’s face it, romance can be one of the most exciting reasons we bother writing. I am open to a lot of ships for Jack, practically all of them. Yes, even that one. I will do downright nasty, toxic, horrible stuff, savvy? It’s fiction and Jack is a great indulgence for bad things happening to him as much as good. That said, of course don’t force something on him without prior agreement between us. Well, I mean, your muse can try and accost him and see what he does, just don’t expect him to definitely reciprocate. Jack and I are bi/pansexual. We’re open to everything. I will admit a heavy lean toward m/m but, that said, Jack is extremely fond of the ladies, more so than Loki. I am very into Sparrington especially.

Not Safe For Ye Olde Work

Sliding down from the above topic, I enjoy the occasional smutting. It is not a requirement from my partners. In fact, I’m warming very much to fading to black depending on the context/mood/if things feel a bit repetitive. I do feel a touch more comfortable with partners who don’t need that boundary but as I’ve recently figured ‘if it needs a cut, then it’s smut’ I know when to skip on.

Saucy material will go under cuts/Read More’s and be tagged as mentioned above with ‘filthy pirate’. Additional tags will be based on the citrus scale: ‘lime’ for general grabbing, ‘lemon’ for full on sexual content and ‘grapefruit’ if things get extra kinky. I will tag things such as ‘rape tw’ or ‘noncon tw’ or ‘dubcon tw’ where necessary. Please blacklist any or all of these at your leisure, or search them if you fancy :U I do NOT tag these as ‘ns.fw’ because tumblr just completely hides them from being searchable which is useless for my partners.

OC’s - Due to my time constraints I am extremely picky when it comes to OC’s. This is a good fandom for well-thought-out muses and I know firsthand how hard it is to make headway as an OC in the RP world. However, I also understand that for people like me, I want to dip in on this site to mostly play with the characters and worlds I’m really absorbed in and ship my weaselly black guts out. Some people have more time than others to really give your OCs the time and love they deserve. Unless I’ve played with you a long time and I really like the cut of your and your muse’s jib, it’s very unlikely I’ll bite. Apologies! The same goes for crossover muses from fandoms I’m unfamiliar with, but I will let you know if that’s the case.

Limits

Threads - I don’t have a strict limit on how many to have per person but please bear in mind that the more of these you have with me the longer it will take me to get to a particular one (unless I’m spamming it back and forth). This is more a mun/muse context how many I accept.

Exclusives/mains - I don’t do these although I may consider having a maximum of 3 or 4 of one muse depending on activity levels and to ensure plots don’t get mixed up or attention feel unfairly balanced.

Triggers/squicks - I don’t like body horror e.g. graphic detail of squishy bits having bad things happen to them. I’m writing a pirate so there’s absolutely allowed to be elements of torture/violence, just don’t stab him in the eye or chop bits off him. One torture-related thing sends me into a complete freakout which I’ll discuss with partners if we’re doing a thread of that ilk as needed. Kink-wise I’m not into mpreg, A/B/O or infantilism or toilet things. Just ask me/Jack if you’re after something XD

Who I Am/What I Need From You

Being yourself is the most important thing and I promise I am not a scary person (usually). We’re only human and it’s natural that we’ll get along better with some rather than others. This is more to give you a gist of the sort of person I am and who I gel with best.

So I’m a shy hermit at the best of times. I’m trying to be better at engaging and enthusing with partners over our threads because I realise more than ever this does keep things alive and make for a more enjoyable experience. I’m not always great at it. I work best with people who are patient and don’t worry too much on what I think of them and their writing, with people who are happy to keep threads going for the longhaul rather than keep dropping everything before I’ve had the time to get to the next post, and most especially people who accept that fiction =/= reality. I do need a certain level of quality, which doesn’t always mean perfect grammar, but it must be coherent, fun and creative. I like a relaxed approach, sharing mutual enjoyment in silly fantasy world sandboxes as escapism from (and exploration of) this complicated world we live in.

If you managed to read all of this, have a drink (even if it’s water). You’re a diamond.

Pirate xxx

#rules #pinned post

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sugarjared · 5 years

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Bring Back The Real Tumblr: It’s not just staff changes, it’s us too.

The year is 2019 and we’re currently facing a reblog problem. As most of you have noticed, most creations and original posts go untouched for reblogs but get plenty of likes. This has been happening for over 2 years now, but it’s only more pronounced now that high traffic bloggers are complaining about the same issues. Text posts like, “If I have a blog with such high follow, why are my creations going unnoticed?” pop up in my feed almost on a daily basis. It’s not just that the site has changed tremendously for the worst ever since Yahoo took over in late 2013, followed by Verizon in the past year-- it’s that the population killed itself in its own thirst for quality control. We’ve turned it into a geekier version of Instagram. Yikes.

If you find yourself skipping this post just because it’s long, you too are part of the problem. Specially if you blacklist long posts.

Simpler days, more community roles, more reblogs, less inhibitions. Back in the days of the mishapocalypse, the days of when tumblr grandmas used to start networks and chats for newcommers and creatives, the days of lot’s of plain REAL socializing with people OUTSIDE of your cliques, that’s when most of our first succesful blogs hit the big tumblr boom. It was fun to start new friendships. It was fun to reblog just because it was a funny post, or because you agreed with someone’s opinions. Everything was done at the tune of one simple rule: “I like this, so I’m putting it on my blog”. Commenting on a post till it got outrageously long wasn’t a fashion faux pas either. People didn’t attempt to control how many blogs they were following. Oh yes! We were MUCH, MUCH, MORE LOOSER with the amount of people we followed. At one point in 2012-2013, I remember celebrating when I reached 666 followed blogs... all multifandom of course. What happened, why did we change?

Monkey see, Monkey do and the quest for elitist fame. Eventually, many blogs got tremendously big. Even small effort bloggers like me would reach over 10k followers in about 1-2 years. A dumb text post would get 500 notes within a day, and 2-3k easily by the end of the week, if not the month. So imagine someone sitting on top of 25-30k followers, answering questions day in and day out, upon impressionable smaller bloggers who wanted to create such an experience for themselves. You know what we often saw in those replies? Examples along these lines: “I try not to follow a lot of people. I have 32k follwowers but only follow about 92 blogs. “I only follow people who post original content daily/weekly.” “I only follow my closest inner group, but I’ll give sevral posts a like or a little promo, but won’t follow sorry.” “I don’t follow blogs that have too many text posts.” Exclusivity was birthed, visual content was in, real life text posts and low quality compositions were out.

And that’s when other’s started doing the same shit. I’m guilty, I did the thing too. BUT WE DID TRY for a while to combat this because we KNEW IT THEN AND WE KNOW IT NOW that it’s a shit move that WILL come back to bite the community in the ass, and THAT’S when networks became a thing.

The Networks Renaissance

We created networks run from sideblogs, and used text posts as chats. We had our own network tags to help everyone in our respective communities get more exposure. Across all the big fandoms that’s what we started doing. Welcoming people with less followers, welcoming people of all walks of life and all levels of artistic skills, no matter how often they were available, no matter how shit their beginer content was. We were there to HELP them grow, just like we once did. It was the perfect template... but it died. And it died a horrible, dragged out death. People went back to their clique-y holes, college and work demanded other people’s times... we just, forgot networks all together. The reblog apocalypse now had a clear path to truly end our golden years.

Now we’re here.

At this point, bringing Tumblr to its more humble, social, reblog and follow friendly nature is probably near impossible. Unless of course we use the formula that works, “The Monkey See- Monkey Do” Formula of course!

Y’all love to think you’re independent thinkers, but not really. All humans are social animals, and heard mentallity is found in every single group ever. You wan’t your old tumblr back? You gotta lead the revolution. Oh what’s that? Don’t wanna start giving in order to recieve? Well, guess things will have to remain as they are.

But if you find yourself in a position where you never gave up your blog, are sitting on top of a lot of followers, and have a large group of friends who are also there with you, do the right thing, and bring back the reblog economy. Nobody else can. It starts with the top. DO SOMETHING TODAY, and you’ll profit tomorrow. Stay friendly and humble, and encourage people to be more positive, less shallow, and fill your blog with life once again, not just regurgitated over-reblogged posts. Bring back the old tumblr. Or you know, keep on going like it is now and completely give up on it when it’s truly dead another 2 years from now.

Your Move, Fandoms.

#SIGNAL BOOST #either wake up and shake it up #or it's gonna really die #shit essie says

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arcticwaters · 4 years

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preview of my nightingbee fic

the start of a new decade seemed like a good time to post a peek at the fic i’ve been working on for almost four years now. i’ve been feeling bad that it’s something i’ve talked about a lot, but it’s taking me so long to finish (this is exactly why i’m completing the whole thing before posting; six chapters took me almost four years) so i thought, hey; i’m gonna post the first chapter, just for tumblr. not the whole chapter tho, but about 75% of it.

i’m now working on chapter 7, out of a possible 10 - depending on how things work out and what post-game stuff i decide to make its own fic - so we’re in the home stretch with it. i really hope i can finish it this year, i’ll try my best.

currently untitled nightingbee fic chapter pairing(s): leliana & sera, sera/inquisitor, leliana & inquisitor, leliana & josephine word count: 4,569 (full chapter is 6,015) chapter summary: leliana tries to figure out what to make of sera

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Leliana pretends not to notice, but Sera has been hovering just outside her tent for most of the morning. To be honest, she’s rather surprised that their newest recruit is up at this hour – she doesn’t seem like a morning person, and the sky is still dull with early dawn – but perhaps that’s none of Leliana’s business. She keeps her head down, bent over the small wooden planks she calls a desk, skimming over reports that had arrived for her during the night, but she can see her out of the corner of her eye. Sera paces nervously, snow crunching, just far enough to mistake for background noise to anyone not paying attention. Was she looking for something, or someone? It was hard to tell what Sera was thinking, she was too new – only a few days in now – and unpredictable for Leliana to get a handle on just yet. Perhaps in a few more weeks.

They’re running low on ingredients for poultices. Those were important. She makes a note to mention this to Cassandra, she should know. Josephine as well.

Snow crunches slowly but louder, and Leliana turns her head to find Sera now much closer to her, freezing as soon as their eyes meet. Her ears are slightly lowered, and she appears to be holding a bundle of something in a tattered rag; her free hand clenches at her side.

Sera takes a breath and says, “Er… you’re the Orlesian one, yeah?”

Leliana schools her expression, but inwardly she’s taken aback by the unexpected question. “Yes…?” she replies, hoping she doesn’t sound too curt.

“Right. You uh…. I didn’t hear your voice when we first met? Quiet one, you.” Sera blinks and her brow furrows, head tilting to the side as she stares at Leliana intently. Studying her? Leliana shifts a little uncomfortably, and steps away from her makeshift desk, straightening up to her full height.

“Did you need something?”

Sera shakes herself out of wherever her thoughts went. Her foot shuffles against the ground. “Right! Y’know how I came from Orlais-”

“Your accent sounds Fereldan.”

“What? No, I’m not from there, I was staying there. Whatever.” One of her ears flicks, almost imperceptibly. “When I left, I took some stuff with me, cause I thought, ‘hey, cold town in the mountains, probably doesn’t have a lot’a stuff.’”

“Is that your way of saying you stole this… stuff?” It comes out a little more humorously than Leliana meant. Even without the report of stolen “breeches” days ago, she knows a pickpocketing rogue when she sees one, oh yes.

Sera huffs. “Why? You gonna get me in trouble, Knifey? Long way to Orlais.” Leliana tries not to let it show but she bristles at the nickname. She’s no stranger to them, but it’s too early and she’s not in the mood to deal with sudden disrespect. (What did that even mean? Yes, she was good with knifes, but she was well known for being an archer.) Her gaze must harden because Sera swallows hard and both of her hands start twitching. Interesting. “Alright, look. Do you want this stupid thing or not?” She unwarps the rag in her arms and shows Leliana what appears to be a slightly squished pastry. A strudel of some kind? Fruit, most likely, a mix.

Leliana stares at it, confused. That’s what Sera had been so nervous about? She wanted to give her… food? “Not to be rude but… why are you giving me this?”

Sera shrugs, avoiding eye contact. “Dunno. It’s Orlesian, you’re Orlesian. Seemed right? Thought you might want something from home, seeing as you never freakin’ eat around here.”

Leliana travels so often that she just barely considers Orlais her home by this point… but it’s the thought that counts, she supposes. But how would Sera know about her eating habits? She’s not wrong, sometimes her work gets so overwhelming that Leliana forgets to eat (and secretly, she finds much of the food here at Haven hard to stomach. It’s all mostly thick, sloppy stews, qualities she avoids as best she can. Is there harm in giving her portions up to someone else? She can live on meager vegetables, its fine.) She’s certainly not public about it.

“And you know this how?”

Sera blinks. “Cause I watch…? What, like you’re the only one here with eyes?”

Leliana doesn’t have anything to say to that. How odd, this young elf managing to leave her rather speechless. She only nods and holds out her hand, and Sera roughly shoves the cloth into her arms – nervously or overenthusiastic? Leliana can’t tell. She picks up the pastry and examines it closer. It looks like its seen better days, but seems edible enough. By the time she looks up, Sera has scampered her way back in the direction of the tavern, the footprints she leaves behind hasty and frantic. A quick little thing.

She takes a small bite of the pastry; it’s a bit stale, but the cold has kept it mostly preserved. Perhaps Sera found a suitable hiding spot for her goods. She sets it aside. It’ll be something nice to pick at until midday, when she’s sure Josephine will find her and make her have a proper meal.

For now, she simply watches the tavern.

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She hears voices outside her tent. Odd, she’d been sure she was the only one awake at this hour. She supposes she should’ve turned in for the night by now, but moments of lonely quiet are few and far between. Leliana takes them when she can; they give her time to collect her thoughts. Sometimes she prays, if the notion strikes.

The voices come closer. She quickly blows out her candle and listens.

“What are you talking about? Flissa’s adorable.”

“Pfffffft, sure, if you like all meeky. Pretty, I guess. Not my type.”

“Pretty is my type.”

“Yeah, I bet it is.”

Ah, of course. Adaar and Sera. The two had become fast friends over the last few weeks, no doubt over their shared love of women, goofing off, and heavy teasing. They were often found together at the tavern, and unsurprisingly, they both seem a little tipsy tonight, lots of giggling and clumsy-sounding steps.

Leliana huffs quietly; does the Herald not have better things to do? she finds herself thinking. (It’s the middle of the night, an inner voice tells her. Leliana ignores it.) She’s sure they’ll leave soon.

“Does Flissa like girls?” Sera asks.

“I dunno, never asked,” Adaar replies. “With my luck? Probably not.”

Sera laughs. “You’re thinkin’ of Cassandra!”

“You bet your pretty ass I’m thinking of Cassandra.” Sera giggles harder. “It’s always the ones that look it, you know? I can’t figure her out. Have you flirted with her? She seems to like it but…. I don’t know?” Snow shifts under the qunari’s heavy steps, as if she’d just kicked at the ground. “Am I being too subtle?”

“What, you lookin’ for a lay?”

“No… well…. Ye- no, I just wanna know what she likes.”

Leliana shakes her head. Oh, those poor, poor little fools.

“I can’t be subtle. Look at me.” Adaar continues. She sounds like she’s trying to cheer herself up.

“Gladly.”

Leliana can’t tell if she wants to roll her eyes or not. It’s… endearing, listening to a couple of drunken young women – though she doesn’t quite know how old either of them are yet; perhaps they simply make her feel old – discussing other women, a subject Maker knows she adores. But it’s also childish and… and mushy. This is not the time or place to discuss such things.

Not that she’s bitter or anything.

“Look,” Sera says, “it’s the mockingbird’s tent.”

“No, it’s nightingale, Sera.”

“That’s what I said.” Ah, the mild disrespect from Sera continues. Well, she’s been called worse. Sera’s voice drops to a hoarse barely-whisper. “You think she’s in?”

Leliana holds her breath.

“Oh… I hope not. She’s mad at me.” Adaar actually sounds like she’s pouting. There’s a soft fump of her weight falling into the snow. “I just wanna leave her be right now.”

Sera blows a raspberry. “That one’s always mad at somethin’. Guess to be a Hand, you gotta be a grump.”

Leliana quietly taps one finger on her desk, wondering if there was even a point to staying here and waiting for them to leave. She’d get more peace by simply going to bed.

“This morning something happened with her… people, I guess? Agents? One of them died, and she wanted to kill some guy in revenge. I stopped her.”

Though Leliana can’t see her, she’s familiar enough with some of the Herald’s tics at this point to imagine her running a hand through her hair. There’s a shifting of snow, possibly Sera plopping herself down as well. Clearly neither of them are worrying about whether she’s here or not; she wonders what this conversation would be like if they hadn’t been drinking.

“You stopped her? You. You were a mercenary, I saw ya beat a bandit’s face in the other day. Why would you care how violent she gets?”

“I thought Cassandra would be upset with me if I let her? I dunno….” Adaar pauses for a while. “It just didn’t feel right, you know? I’m not against murder when it’s some asshole who did us wrong but… I told her I’d help her, not let her get all knife happy.”

“Knifey Shivdark?” Oh, that’s what that meant.

“Right. I just… I don’t think that’s really her.” Adaar sighs, and when she speaks it’s muffled, just for a moment, her hands on her face most likely. “But I think I just got her upset with me. She’s avoided me all day. I didn’t want that… I like talking to her.”

Leliana pinches the bridge of her nose and rubs between her eyes. She’s not mad.

Alright. She’s a little mad.

Leliana has spent most of the day reflecting on her discussion with Adaar, going over her choices. Bulter won’t be in their custody until further down the week, and she finds herself quite glad to have him still alive. In her anger that morning, it hadn’t occurred to her that he might’ve had a motive to betray her. A benefactor? An enemy? His own devices? He’d tell no tales dead.

She’s not upset with Adaar – Ren – she just doesn’t want to admit that she was right.

“You’ve been here a while now,” she hears Renegade continue, “does she make you nervous at all? I know you have an issue with… higher ups.”

“Nah… I mean, she’s terrifying, sure, but she’s alright,” Sera says. Leliana is honestly surprised. “Caught her bein’ all sweet to her birds the other day. Like, talking to a puppy sweet. She scary? Yeah, sure. Never wanna get on her bad side. But if you’re gonna baby talk a crow, you can’t be all bad, right?”

“That… is adorable. See, I know there’s more to our little bird.”

Leliana is rather offended; she is not adorable, thank you very much. But she does care for her birds, she won’t deny that. They like little pep talks. And they are ravens.

“And y’know… she’s sad all the time. Kinda hard to really judge someone who’s grieving, innit? Maybe her broody thing will get old soon, but, eh, don’t mind leaving her be until then.”

Hm. Sera appears to be much more astute than Leliana has given her credit for. It hadn’t occurred to her that the elf was paying that much attention to her. She’ll have to remember that.

“And I swear I’ve see her before, I know it.”

“You haven’t figured it out yet?”

“No, it’s driving me mad!” Sera groans, and there’s the sound of snow shifting, as if she kicked or swatted at it.

“Maybe it was a different redhead?”

“Yeah, sure. Plenty’a redheads in creepy purple hoods out there.”

Leliana hadn’t removed her hand from her face, and she’s glad, as she can’t help the quiet laugh that bubbles up and she is not going to have her cover blown by a Maker damned snort. Sera, however, laughs openly at her own joke, that loud, infectious laugh that’s becoming quite well known around Haven. Leliana hears a soft thud and Sera’s giggles are muffled. She guesses Ren shoved her over.

“I... I forgot what I was gonna say next,” Sera says between snickers. “What were we talking about?”

“How Leliana’s my new best friend, cause you can’t take anything seriously. It’s decided.”

Whatever helped the Herald sleep at night.

“You like her more than me.”

“Hm….”

“Right, see? You paused, that means you do!” And suddenly Leliana finds herself in the apparent middle of some kind of… love triangle. She knows they’re both joking – mostly? – but she still makes a mental note to ask Flissa to limit the amount of late night drinks these two are allowed from now on. “I mean… I get it…” Sera continues, and she sounds flippant, possibly shrugging. “She’s pretty and all.”

“Yeah she is. I can like more than one woman, you know.”

“That’s weird. Not… bad, just weird.”

“Well… that’s how I am.” Ren says, voice a little softer. She laughs dismissively. “Why are we talking about this, anyway? Not like it matters. None of the ladies here like me, except for you.”

“Yeah, I’m right here, you arsehole.”

Oh, seems they were finished talking about her. (A shame. She was almost reveling in it. Almost.)

Ren laughs again. “I know that, you silly fox. We haven’t known each other long, though. Unless you like to go hard and fast?”

“I’m not in love with you or anything.”

“A little hopeless romantic.”

“You’re the one trying to shag everyone here!”

“That’s not really romance, that’s just some fun before the world ends.”

Leliana quietly starts to question her life choices. Why was she still listening? No, why was she waiting, clearly they two of them were having a perfectly fine time sitting in the dark, in snow, and flirting. She should’ve gone to bed a while ago. Yes, a part of her finds them entertaining, but mostly she just wants to be alone.

“Yeah, well… I can be fun.” Sera says.

“Oh, yeah?”

There’s a fump, and Leliana pauses mid-running a hand down her face, listening. Both of them are laughing – the obvious guess is one threw themselves at the other – but there’s quiet, gentle murmurs that she can’t quite hear between giggles. Silence, small but enough for Leliana to suddenly wonder if there was a chance they might pass out in the snow and what would she do with them, until there’s more giggles; but they’re softer now, almost nervous.

Oh.

She knows that giggle. She’s done that giggle.

Part of her wants to stay in the back of her tent and hope they do pass out, or leave, perhaps go back to the tavern. Stumble their way to their rooms. The other part finds that unlikely and she doesn’t want to become an accidental voyeur; none of this is her business. (Well, yes, everything is her business, but neither of them know she’s listening, and she’s not comfortable with any sudden intimacy. She’s fine with being creepy, but she’s not a creep.)

So she leaves the tent. She finds the two a few feet away, the Herald on her back with Sera on top of her. They seem innocent enough, but she can’t quite tell from here what their intentions are. Perhaps nothing. She clears her throat anyway.

Renegade rockets upward, throwing Sera to the snow, and they both stare at her wide eyed. “Uh…” the Herald says, “how long have you been here?”

“Sundown.” Leliana says flatly.

Sera blinks, snorts loudly, then dissolves into loud laughter. “We should’ve known! She never sleeps!”

“What were we thinking?” Ren hisses to Sera, not as quietly as she probably thinks she’s being. “Why did we sit here?”

Sera just continues giggling. “She’s too good.”

Leliana eyes them both a beat longer than necessary. Something that should be unnerving, but Sera doesn’t seem to notice or care. And, even as flustered as she is right now, the Herald has yet to find the spymaster frightening.

“Wait, she must’ve heard me talking about her,” Ren says hurriedly. “I’m not that whiny, really, I’ve been drinking is all.”

Leliana can’t tell if they can make out her features in the darkness, even with the moonlight and candles lit nearby, but she still makes a show of looking to the side and thinking. “We can talk about it tomorrow, if you wish.”

“I… yeah, okay.”

Leliana nods once and turns to leave. “Don’t stay up too late.”

“Come play with us next time, you owl.” Sera says. “Bet you’re a funny drunk.”

It’s only because her back is to them that Leliana allows the little smile that creeps up on her. “I’m not sleeping with either of you.”

After a small pause she hears Sera muttering, “But that wasn’t a no to drinks, was it?”

Sera pops up by her tent a little more after that, when she’s not out in the field. Leliana wouldn’t call them… friends, really; Sera certainly doesn’t go to her as often as she does Renegade or Cassandra. But if she has information or requires assistance from an advisor, she comes to her much more than to Cullen or Josephine. “Ugh, they’re boring,” she says when Leliana asks why, as if it’s that simple.

It’s slowly, quietly, becoming common for Leliana to find a note on her desk signed “red jenny,” requests to be discussed at the war table.

(Leliana remembered a friend of red jenny. It was vague, something she hadn’t thought about in years, until Sera’s unexpected arrival had jogged her memory. She must’ve laughed or smiled or looked wistful in some way the first time she heard it, because the next time she did – at the war table where Sera had requested the retrieval of a very bizarre, bee related weapon – the Herald mysteriously grinned right at her and picked up her marker, asking her if she wanted this one.

Leliana thought about it for a moment, then said yes for no sentimental reason whatsoever.)

Sometimes she thinks Sera just wants to watch her, but she disappears as soon as they make eye contact. Leliana doesn’t mind. She’s no stranger to simply watching people and getting a feel for them. Whatever Sera’s reasons are, they’re no matter to her.

When Sera seeks her out with apparent purpose, it’s not long after Redcliffe and the supposed time magic debacle. They have the rebel mages, and with luck it won’t be long until the Breach is closed. For once, Leliana is not at her tent, but in the rarely used room she shares with Cassandra and Josephine. Sometimes she needs a break from the cold, a warmer place to think and pray in peace. She’s just about to leave and return to her duties when she hears footsteps.

“There you are. You weren’t in your spot.”

Leliana looks over her shoulder. Sera is standing in the doorway nervously shifting from foot to foot. Not surprising, she’s been on edge for days now. “You need me?”

“I…” Sera’s hands twitch as she sways a little. “I wanted to ask you... not to be mad at Lady Herald.”

Leliana huffs. Of course. That’s the second time Sera was mildly involved when she and Renegade were having a tiff. (…She shouldn’t say it like that, as if they were married.) Understandable given their friendship, but not needed this time. Yes, Leliana was very upset at Adaar’s harsh decision with the mages… but they were talking about it. They would be able to work something out.

“I’m not mad, Sera.”

“You just didn’t see her, is all,” Sera continues. “I don’t think… she wasn’t thinking, she was just… so mad.”

“Sera,” Leliana says firmly, and Sera flinches slightly. “You don’t have to worry about it. We’ll figure out what to do with the mages, she and I.”

“Don’t wanna talk about the mages,” Sera scoffs. “Done enough of that already.”

“Ah, yes. You don’t care much for mages, do you?”

“Maker, I always gotta explain this, don’t I?” Sera groans, a little louder than she may have meant to. She looks behind herself to the main hall of the Chantry, then steps into the room and closes the door, leaning against the wood.

“Careful, that’s how rumors begin.” Leliana says. She stands and walks to sit on the bed closest to the door instead of her own. Clearly Sera was looking for more than a simple favor for her friend. So, she’ll listen.

“Only when you’re the one starting them,” Sera says absently. Leliana doesn’t show it – she hopes – but she’s finding herself constantly surprised at how easily Sera trades wit with her. She’s not wrong; people are more likely to think Sera’s just rooting around to cause some mischief. Sera continues, “I don’t have a problem with mages, my problem is always magic. Why is that so hard to get? Magic is what’s caused all this! If it weren’t for magic, we –” She stops herself.

Leliana chooses not to press Sera on mages, as much as she’d like to; there were simply certain issues Sera utterly refused to talk about for more than a few seconds. Instead she asks, “Did you perhaps want to talk about something other than the Herald?”

Sera averts her eyes, her fingers tapping against the wood. “… Y’know, she doesn’t like it when we call her that… we should probably stop.”

“Sera.”

Sera presses her back further against the door and wrings her hands. “Do you think it was all real? All of… all of what they said?”

Leliana has been asking herself that since she had first gotten the reports about Redcliffe. It certainly seemed unlikely; time magic was simply not a thing. And yet Ren had no reason to lie about it, there was no gain. (Their newest mage companion, from Tevinter of all places, was another story… but he seemed trustworthy enough, for now.) The hug she’d given Leliana when she’d returned hadn’t been one of her usual bear hugs, it was pure and desperate relief. Clearly something had shaken the otherwise carefree Adaar to her core.

“I suppose it was,” Leliana answers.

That doesn’t seem to appease Sera. “So you think it could all be true?”

Leliana’s brow furrows. Did they not just establish that? “…Y-yes?”

“You died!” Sera’s voice cracks, and Leliana only gives away that she’s startled by a few blinks. “I… I died.”

“Oh! No, no,” Leliana says hurriedly, “I’m sorry, I misunderstood. I believe what happened to Adaar and Lord Pavus is true, but that doesn’t mean it will happen.”

“But… it did happen….”

“We can’t say if the future is set in stone, no?”

Sera swallows hard and doesn’t look convinced. Leliana sighs and gestures an offer for Sera to come sit beside her. Sera hesitates, but accepts. She sits stiffly, but her hands twist in her lap and one of her foot shakes. Neither of them look at each other. “Why come to me?” Leliana asks.

“Is ‘come sit’ knifey speak for ‘go away’ now?”

“I apologize. Humor me.”

Sera huffs hard through her nose. “Cassandra likes to pretend none of it matters, Vivvy and I don’t talk, and Ren just… doesn’t? You’ve seen her right? She just sits out in the cold and thinks about it all day. Don’t really know that Tevinter guy…. You’re the only other one who was there, really.”

Leliana can’t help but wonder who else had been captured but simply hadn’t been seen by Adaar or Pavus. She doesn’t want to think about that right now. “You know I wasn’t actually there, yes?”

“I know that,” Sera mumbles grumpily. “I wasn’t either.” She pauses and seems to think something over. “We’re the only ones Ren saw die before she came back…. Does that worry you?”

“We all die someday, Sera.” Sera winces. Alright, clearly realism was not what she was looking for here. You have to be tactful with this one. Leliana clears her throat. “As I said to Adaar, I’m not afraid to die for the sake of the world. I am but one life.”

Sera slumps forward and looks down at her hands in her lap. “I guess in the future, I’m not afraid either…”

Leliana inhales slowly. “You’re not going to die… and neither am I.”

“It happened once.”

“I don’t believe time works like that. Or are you afraid our destinies are now intertwined?”

Sera scoffs and glances at her. “Ugh, I hope not. No offense, you’re probably good, but creepy birds aren’t my type.”

Leave it to Sera to turn any situation into some kind of innuendo. She ignores it. “Do you think Adaar would ever let us die?” Sera shakes her head. “And look at it this way. That future only happened because she disappeared. But she’s here now. It’s already different.”

Sera mulls that over for a moment before her eyes widen. “But what if something happens to her now?”

Leliana smiles gently. “You’ll just have to have a little faith in her. You can do that, yes?”

Sera nods. “Yeah, I trust her.”

“Good. Hold on to that.”

“… I guess you’d know a lot about faith, yeah?”

Leliana tries to hide her cough and hopes it sounds like a noise of affirmation. If Sera notices, then she hides it well, as she simply sits there, hands tapping on her legs. Before Leliana has time to stew in her own thoughts, Sera stands with a small bounce. “Yeah, I’m gonna go sit with her. Maybe she won’t wanna talk, but it’s better than nothing, inn’it?”

“Yes…” Leliana says with a small sigh.

“Right, good, I’m gonna go. Thanks, blackbird.” And she goes to leave, as simple as that. A fascinating little character. Leliana can’t tell if she fixed Sera’s problems at all, but her mind seems more at ease, and that’s something…. It feels nice. As Sera opens the door, she bumps into a quite startled Josephine. “Bye, Lady Ruffles,” she says and she’s gone.

“Oh..?” Josephine blinks after her, then turns to Leliana. “I was wondering where you were. Have you made a new friend? How lovely.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Leliana waves dismissively. “She merely needed advice.”

“With what?”

“It seems she was afraid she and I were destined to die together in a year.”

Josephine tilts her head, looking absolutely confused. “As in.. i-in marriage?”

It’s only because this is her friend that Leliana finds herself doing some kind of double take. “What? No. Josie.”

Josephine holds up one hand and smiles apologetically, coming to sit beside her. “I’m sorry, I hear ‘together in death’ and I think ‘death do us part.’”

Leliana grunts a noise that sounds much too much like Cassandra for her liking. “Still ever the romantic, I see.”

“You two would make an interesting pair,” Josie says. Leliana makes the noise again, longer and deeper in her throat. Josephine laughs and places a hand on Leliana’s knee. And even though it’s covered by armor, she gives it a squeeze. “You won’t die next year, will you?”

Josie says it almost more like a statement than a question. “Of course not.”

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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

My muse is: canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless /

Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO? (i mean, he’s rather liked overall but there’s not that many ppl who rp him?)

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK.

Is your character considered strong in the fandom? OH YES / NO / IDK.

Are they underrated? YES / NO.

Were they relevant for the main story? YES / NO / KIND OF?

Were they relevant for the main character? YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG. --> hard to say. kinda yes, but then not that much. there are characters who sure were more relevant.

Are they widely known in their world? YES / NO.

How’s their reputation? GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL. <-- depends who you ask, heh

How strictly do you follow canon? — In general I keep my Kenpachi close to canon, but I’m not very strict about it. I like to fill up the holes left in canon story with headcanons, and I’m open for plots that are canon-divergent as long as they simply make sense, logic-wise. I’m also willing to deviate from canon when comes to shipping -- for me it’s about chemistry and chemistry only; I have a few ships I like when comes to dynamics and such, but I wouldn’t turn down a character my Kenpachi grew to like/love only because it’s not on my ship list. Of course all the canon relationships are relevant and you can totally jump straight to the kind of interactions your character used to have with mine in the manga, but anything more than that needs to be developed first. Also, I acknowledge the relation between Kenpachi and Unohana as canon, but I see it more as a mother-child relationship; even if there’s some twisted kind of affection in it, it’s hard for me to imagine them living together as a happy little family. I know, the idea is cute, but personally I think there’s far too much bitter feelings between them so it could ever work this way.

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals. — Uh, I’m not sure what makes Kenpachi interesting for other people as a character, so I’ll just say a few words about what could make my version of Kenpachi possibly interesting to interact with, I guess. Kenpachi is a guy not only of great power, but of great experience as well. People tend to see him as a bloodthirsty berserk with all brawn and no brains, but there’s so much more to him than meets the eye -- he’s more clever than he likes to show, and while his kind of wisdom might be not so obvious and ‘classical’ kind, he has it and he uses it both in his fights and in interactions with others. Although he might make an impression that his own strength is all he cares about, it’s only partially true. Kenpachi likes to help others become stronger and watch them grow just as much as he likes to improve his own power; he hates to see wasted potential, and he often provokes or challenges people into situations that, in his opinion, will help them to discover their strength or improve as a person. He’s not a touchy-feely guy and he hardly lets it show, but he cares about the ones who are close to him and would risk own life without a second thought to protect them -- however, this other, more private and more vulnerable side of him usually stays hidden from the world, as he’s not willing to show it to anyone except those who worked hard to gain his trust.

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?). — Kenpachi is not interested in people who aren’t willing to fight -- not only literally, but also fight for themselves, for their goals, dreams, fight to overcome their weaknesses, their bad experiences, their fears. He has little patience for those who whine and do nothing to improve their life, so instead of support they get as much as disdainful look from him. He’s hardly interested in interacting with anyone who can’t offer him either a good fight or a good challenge of some other kind -- or a way to kill boredom at least -- and can be pretty unresponsive if the way other character approaches him doesn’t pick up his curiosity. On top of that, he can be a bit of a handful at times -- he gets annoyed pretty easily, tends to be restless and snappy when bored, he speaks before he thinks and since he’s pretty foulmouthed and pulls no punches he often hurts others even while it was not his intention.

What inspired you to rp your muse? — My muse himself. Kenpachi was my favorite character from the first time I’ve seen him (around 2008 or so), and when I discovered Bleach rp on tumblr (by accident while hunting for pics lmao) I decided to give it a shot.

What keeps your inspiration going? — I don’t really need inspiration to write him. I can do it at pretty much any time given, likely because we’re similar character-wise and it takes me like zero effort to get in his skin. The only thing I need is a rough idea for some plot and BOOM here we go. Unless it’s a chat rp, then I don’t need even this.

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice? YES? / NO. <-- you tell me

Do you frequently write headcanons? YES / NO.

Do you sometimes write drabbles? YES / NO.

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES / NO.

Are you confident in your portrayal? YES / NO.

Are you confident in your writing? YES / NO.

Are you a sensitive person? YES / NO.

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal? — I don’t have any problem with criticism in general. If something about my character or the way I write him bothers you, feel free to tell me. I can’t promise I’m gonna care though -- Kenpachi is a very personal muse for me, and the way I portray him sometimes can differ from other portrayals or from what’s ‘canon’ simply because he shares a lot of qualities with me as his writer. Fact that you criticized my portrayal doesn’t mean I will change a single thing about it, but sure I won’t get offended or stop interacting with you only cause you said a word or two. The only criticism I never publish/respond to is shit aimed at stirring up drama, as people who write such are not worth my time.

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character? — FUCK YEAH. Some of them really force me to think about stuff I wouldn’t have thought about otherwise, and make me discover my character anew in some places I thought I already know him ins and outs. I like all the questions, no matter the topic, and I do my best to answer them with details.

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why? — Sure I’d be curious about what their reasoning is, like, what makes them think things aren’t the way I see them? What is their headcanon on this particular topic? Do they disagree completely, or just some part of it doesn’t lie well with them?

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it? — Depends how they carry it out. If it’s like ‘okay i don’t think so but it’s cool, everyone can have own opinion’ it’s totally fine, i’m far too old to bang heads over such silly shit (there’s no ‘right’ and ‘wrong’ portrayal btw -- everyone does it their own way and there’s nothing to whine about). If they come to my askbox solely with the purpose to pester me about it, and do it in a way that makes me question their age and/or mental health, I’m gonna block their ass out of existence.

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it? — I don’t care and it’s highly unlikely I’ll ever notice they do unless they make effort to bring it to my inbox. In the end it’s their problem, not mine; I’m just gonna continue doing my thing while they’ll be wasting time and energy on writing shit nobody cares about.

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors? — Sure. English ain’t my native so if I write something that makes no sense just lemme know -- it’s a way to learn, too, and if you tell me there’s a chance I don’t make the same mistake again.

Do you think you are easy going as a mun? — Yeah, I’m pretty laidback and I don’t give a flying fuck about 99% of things that tend to raise a lot of hackles. It’s nearly impossible to offend me, and I have a lot of understanding for the fact other people have their own lives, likes, problems, ideas, families, health issues, work routines and whatnot, so I never pester anyone for replies or anything rp related. However, I’m a confirmed extrovert in this kingdom of introverts which is tumblr, so I tend to hang out on Discord/chats a lot and then think I must be a fucking pain in the rear for my more introverted friends cause I’m always the one to message them first, and it makes me want to melt into a sad pool of shame for being such a needy fucktard.

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