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due (18+) pt 3

tags / cw: f!reader, virgin!reader, inexperienced!reader, sexually repressed!reader, smut, pining, flirting, inappropriate conduct, seduction, mind games, theft, insults, sexual tension, possessive!simon, jealous!simon, manipulative!reader, injury mention, dirty talk, virginity kink, grinding, dry humping, come marking, oral sex, pussy eating, fingering, vaginal sex, creampie

His name was Carter.

The two of you talked once or twice, struck up a decent conversation here and there, but didn’t really see each other much outside of the mess hall during meals. You at first thought of calling up your ex, Billy, but that was too obvious, and also: Fuck. That.

No, Carter would do nicely.

He was pretty: black hair, green eyes, a sweet, warm smile.

Part of you knew you should feel bad for using him to get back at Ghost, but you took solace in the fact that he was only one part of your plan. After all, it was your gracious Lieutenant who taught you not to put all your eggs in one basket when it came to strategies.

You found yourself back in the mess hall, only a couple hours later. Your sleep had been small and futile, but you found yourself refreshed regardless. Whether it was from the excitement of your budding plan, or the action you had received last night, you weren’t sure. It didn’t matter.

You stood near the door, and glanced around, your eyes settling on a familiar figure. Bingo. You began walking over to him, not bothering to look for Ghost. You couldn’t, you had to be subtle, or this entire operation would crumble before it even left the ground.

Carter glanced up as you sat down across from him with a warm smile. “Hi. Mind if I join you?”

He raised an eyebrow and nodded. “Yeah, help yourself, Sergeant.”

You sat down with your cup of coffee, your eyes glancing at his tray of food briefly before meeting his gaze. “Been a while. How’ve you been?”

“Ah, I’m fine. Nothing really worth talking about. Dislocated my knee a week ago. You?”

Time to put on a show.

You let your face fall slightly. “I, uh… I’ve been better. Just… stressed, about stuff.”

Carter nodded sympathetically. “Understandable. I’m here to talk if needed, my husband says I’m great at listening and giving advice.”

You paused. Husband? Oh.

You quickly composed yourself. “Really? How long have you two been together? If you… don’t mind sharing…”

Carter’s face lit up. “Ah, six years, now. High school sweethearts, actually. Married for three. What about you?”

This threw a slight wrench in your plans, but this could work.

“Uhh, well… it’s… complicated…”

“Mm, well, I hope it gets un-complicated for you.”

Meanwhile, across the room…

Ghost watched the two of you have a conversation. A fascinating conversation, by the looks of it. To say he was jealous was an understatement. Hell, you hadn’t even looked at him once this whole morning. Did you even know he was there? Or was this some sort of petty revenge for what he said last night?

He took a sip of his tea, wondering if he should risk getting closer to listen to the two of you. He ultimately decided against it, content with watching…

For now.

You smiled at Carter. “Thanks, I appreciate that.” You took a drink of coffee. “I… have a weird request, actually. Feel free to say no.”

“Weird, eh? Now I got to hear it, Sarge.”

“I, uh, could really use a hug…”

Carter’s eyebrows raised. “Hmm, well, I wasn’t really expecting that, but I don’t see why not.” He paused. “You’re, uh… not going to slap a note on my back that says ‘kick me’ or anything, right?”

You let out a laugh. A good, genuine laugh that reached Ghost’s ears.

“No, no… I promise. Just a hug.”

Carter nodded and stood from his seat. Then, so did you. The both of you met halfway around the table, and embraced each other. Ghost set his mug down on his table with a little more force than intended, gaze burning a hole through the both of you.

You pulled back with a smile, and lightly squeezed Carter’s shoulder.

Ghost grit his teeth.

“Thank you, Carter. I feel a lot better, already…” You said.

“No problem.”

The both of you sat back down, and talked a bit more. You eventually excused yourself after finishing your cup of coffee.

It was time for the next order of business.

You entered an empty training room and got everything set up. When it came to throwing knives, you were alright. You could use a bit of polishing when it came to that skill, and you were thankful that that would come into play, today. Now, you just had to wait for him to show up.

There was no way in hell Ghost wouldn’t follow you in after your performance with Carter…

You picked up one of the knives and twirled it in your fingers. To get this to work, you’d have to appear just a little more incompetent than usual. You got into an… adequate stance and lazily threw the knife at the wall target. It missed the entire thing.

Alright, let’s not appear that incompetent…

You picked up another knife as you heard the door open behind you. You didn’t bother to turn and look… you didn’t need to. You adjusted your wrist and threw. Outermost circle.

“Want some help?”

You tensed slightly as Ghost’s breath hit your neck. “No, I’m good.”

He chuckled. “You sure?”

You watched as he slowly picked up three knives, pretending to examine them in his hands. He turned towards the target, and threw one. Bullseye. Another. Bullseye. Then the last. Bullseye.

You glanced away, trying to mentally beat your growing arousal to a pulp. Focus.

He turned to face you once more, eyes crinkling as he smirked beneath the mask.

You rolled your eyes. “Well, you obviously don’t need the practice, and I don’t need your help. You can go, now.” You said, knowing fully well that he wasn’t going to leave.

“Nah. Think I’ll stick around, evaluate your progress.”

Excellent…

You sighed and got into position once more. The incorrect stance. You knew better, of course, but he didn’t know that. His scrutinizing gaze along your form burned into your skin, but you proceeded to throw the knife. Outermost circle.

You picked up another, ignoring Ghost all the while. Stance. Throw… Outermost circle. You were surprised how quickly it took for him to fold.

“Your stance is wrong.”

“What do you mean?”

He huffed. “You daft? The way you’re standing, you’ll never hit the center if your stance is fucked.”

He got closer to you, putting his hands on your hips and adjusting you. His feet kicked at yours, prodding them into a different position. You bit your cheeks in an effort to not grin. Time for the next part.

Your movements were subtle, so agonizingly minuscule, as he focused on fixing your form. You slowly leaned into his touch, your back melting into his chest, and he was none the wiser.

“There. Now throw.”

You did, the knife hitting a ring closer to the center. You carefully fidgeted in his grasp, undoing his work.

Ghost groaned. “What are you doin’? You just undid your stance.”

His movements were a bit rougher as he manhandled you back into place. The perfect excuse to… accidentally… bump back against his groin. He froze, and you could hear his breath hitch. But only for a second, and then he continued his task as if nothing happened.

He jostled you forward a bit, making you ‘lose’ your balance slightly and bump back against him once more.

“Dammit, stop that.” He hissed.

“Me? You’re the one throwing me around!”

“Don’t be dramatic and stay still like a good girl.”

“Why, so you can keep ‘accidentally rubbing’ up against me?” You say, turning it around on him.

He scoffed and leaned forward, his breath hot on your ear. “You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you? Having me rutt against you like a damn dog...”

“You are a damn dog.”

“Mmm, is that so?” He lowered his head and started kissing your neck, pulling you flush against him. “Then you won’t mind if I do…”

You let out a shaky breath, trying not to smile with giddy glee. “There’s a camera in here, too.”

“No shit.” He grabbed your hips and started circling them along his—now prominent—bulge.

He then braced one of his arms along your ribs, under your breasts, to keep you locked against him, while his lips continued leaving wet kisses on your throat.

You let him grind against you for a bit, his fingers tightening around your skin as he got closer to his peak, his grunts and groans increasing. You suppressed an evil grin before sighing. “Alright, I’m getting bored.”

He huffed and puffed. “Sh-shut up, I’m getting close…”

“That’s too bad…” You pulled away, and out of his tight grip.

For a second, the intensity of his glare had you internally sweating, and wondering if he was going to attempt to continue, but he just clenched his jaw.

And stared, of course.

“Fuckin’ tease…”

“Getting déjà vu, Lieutenant? I know I am…” You walked over to the wall targets and began pulling the knives out.

“Don’t pull that, with me. I made you see stars twice last night.”

You ignored him and proceeded to put the knives away. Ghost kept glaring, sulking over his lost orgasm.

You sighed and faced him. “Well, if you want to make yourself useful, I guess we could spar.”

Ghost rolled his eyes. “I’m still recovering from your fuckup.”

“Hm, but you seemed fine manhandling me last night…”

He stared at you, weighing the options in his head. “Fine. I only need one good arm to beat your ass, anyway. But if you deliberately harm my shoulder, you will regret it.”

“Give it a rest, LT, I’m not going to hit your precious shoulder…” You crossed your arms and watched as he unzipped his jacket, and threw it at you.

You barely caught it in time and narrowed your eyes at him, trying to ignore the sight of his beefy arms in the—wow, black again, what a surprise—t-shirt he wore. You noticed the bandage on his lower forearm was now gone. You sighed and walked towards the nearest bench.

You were not expecting him to just hand you his jacket outright, but you didn’t care. If anything, he just saved you a step. How kind of him…

Your hand deftly slipped into the left pocket. The security camera wouldn’t catch this angle. Even if it did, it would be too late for Ghost to even think to check the footage later. No, by then, things would have played out as hoped. They had to.

Your fingers curled around the lighter, and you slowly pulled it out, switching it to a pocket on your leggings; the ones you specifically picked out for today. Why? Pockets with zippers. Can’t risk his precious lighter falling out during the sparring session, after all…

And then you tossed his jacket onto the bench, before joining him on the mat.

His arms were crossed. “You didn’t have to go on a damn journey to set it down, the floor would have been fine.”

“Then why throw it at me?” You raised an eyebrow.

He smirked. “Because it’s funny.”

“Right…”

“Ready to get your ass kicked?”

You sighed inwardly. You really weren’t, to be honest, but the proposition to spar was only an excuse to get him out of his damn jacket.

“Don’t get cocky, now. You’re at a disadvantage, remember?”

But it didn’t matter, he was right…

He only needed one good arm.

•••

Ding!

Your gaze left the page of your book and landed on the lit-up screen beside your thigh. You set the book in your lap and picked up the phone. One new message from ‘Ghostie’.

You opened it.

Ghostie: Hey. Have you seen my lighter?

You smirked to yourself. Damn, already? You weren’t expecting him to reach out to you about his missing lighter so soon. If anything, you thought he wouldn’t catch on to your possible involvement until one or two more days after.

You: found a lighter in the hallway earlier. what color is it?

Ghostie: Hey that’s mine. Bring it to my office ASAP.

You: tell me the color! i’m not giving anything until you confirm.

Ghostie: Red.

You: fine you can have it back

You: but in the morning

You: i’m in jamas and busy reading.

Ghostie: Bloody hell. Fine, I’ll stop by.

You chuckled to yourself and set the phone down, returning to your book. But the words blurred together as you excitedly waited for him to stop by. There was no guarantee that things would escalate tonight, but all the buildup, the planning… it would at least be another stepping stone.

A minute later, there was a knock on the door.

“Come in.” You called out.

The door opened, and there he was. He shut the door behind him and walked over to you.

“Alright, give.” He said holding out his hand.

You rolled your eyes. “Hello to you, too, Lieutenant.”

You leaned over the bed, grabbing your leggings off of the floor and unzipping the pocket, pulling the lighter out and handing it to him. “You should keep better track of your stuff, LT.”

“Quiet.” He pocketed the lighter, watching as you dropped your pants to the floor and laid back down on your bed, book still in your lap.

Then it dawned on him, just how intimate this situation… felt. Standing in the sanctity of your room, you dressed in your pajama shirt and shorts, the lamp lighting low and warm, and the candle on the nightstand filling the room with the sweet scent of vanilla.

His gaze lingered on your bare legs, up your body, to your midriff. Your shirt was slightly hiked up your stomach, but you didn’t seem to mind.

You cleared your throat. “Did you need something else?”

Was that a trick question? He needed you. Needed to rip those stupid little shorts off, stuff your virgin hole and make you come over, and over, and—

“No. What are you reading?”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “A book.”

He huffed and looked away. “Not leaving until you tell me.”

“…Fine… It’s a romance novel: ‘Reverie’ by Stephanie Fenderson.”

“Yeah? What’s it about?” He found himself intrigued.

“Two nobles from rival houses start a forbidden love affair. Think… ‘Romeo and Juliet’, but raunchier… and with actual adults, of course.”

“Hmm. How raunchy?”

Perfect.

You fake a scoff. “I’m not telling you.”

“I’ll find out eventually. Rather hear it from your pretty lips.”

You meet his gaze. “Well… there’s this… one scene… They’re at the same fancy ball, and sneak off to a room to… have fun.”

You sit up on the bed, crossing your legs as you set the book on your nightstand. Ghost can’t help but notice the small opening of the shorts along your inner thigh, and his teeth clenched. It was just the tiniest of peeks, but there was no mistaking the sight of black, lacy panties. He felt his cock twitch.

“Specifics.” He says.

“Hmph. Sure. So, they’re getting busy, having a great time. Pretty standard, vanilla. But then they almost get caught. The man, Fredrick, hides underneath the woman, Constance’s, gown. It’s one of those… hoop skirt dresses, or whatever…”

You scratch your chin. “The guy who interrupted them is this important dude who wants to marry her. Fredrick gets jealous of the guy’s attempts to court her, so… he starts eating her out while she tries to be polite to her suitor, and he’s none the wiser.”

Despite the fact that the two of were intimate the night before, you still found yourself blushing as you recounted the smutty novel.

He carefully walked over to your bed and sat beside you, laying his elbows on his thighs in an effort to conceal his growing boner. “Interesting… maybe I’ll have to borrow it from you, sometime.”

“Mm, I don’t think so. Your big hands would likely ruin the spine.”

He leaned in closer. “These big hands took good care of your pussy last night. Or did you forget?”

Heat pooled in your abdomen. “I didn’t. But it doesn’t matter in the long run, I have plans beyond you…”

His eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”

You looked at him incredulously. “Huh. It sounds like you’re the one forgetting about last night. Do you not remember what I said about finding someone else?”

His blood ran cold, and his jaw clenched. “You… you wouldn’t. I told you, your virginity is mi—“

You tilted your head. “You also said to forget about the favor. That you forgive me.”

He breathed deeply. “I was being sarcastic. I didn’t expect you to be that dense…”

“Oh, well. I guess you’ll be getting sloppy seconds, Mr. ‘I’m a Patient Man’.”

The seconds ticked by in silence. You watched in his brown eyes as he went through a journey of emotions. It was so, so, satisfying. But this wasn’t even the end, or the best part, for that matter.

“Now, are you going to leave, Lieutenant? I really should get some sleep…”

You watched in real time as the last of his resolve snapped, and he seemed to come to terms with something. “…No.”

Yes…

You leaned in. “No?”

“You want a dick that badly? Fine, you greedy girl, I’ll give you one…” He seethed.

And there it is… I win.

He continued. “You’re not going to anyone else. I’m gonna fuck the very notion of that out of your daft head.”

You shook your head. “You’re not thinking clearly. You shouldn’t feel pressured into this—“

“Oh, shut up. You? Pressure me?” He laughed bitterly. “I’ve wanted this for months, and I’m not letting some stupid motherfucker get his hands on you first.”

Time for the pièce de résistance…

You gingerly placed a hand on his warm, toned thigh. “Simon…” You say softly, so sweetly. “Are you sure?”

You gasped as he pushed you back onto your bed, your head hitting the pillow.

He crawled on top of you, his breathing heavy and labored. He stared down at you, his gaze making you feel like you were trapped beneath a predator ready to make their kill. You waited for something, anything, but then realized…

He was calming himself down.

It would be easy—so easy—to just take you without mercy, without care, but he knew better. As much as you were getting on his fucking nerves, he was adamant on making sure your first time was great. No, more than great. Indescribable.

He finally chuckled, lifting his balaclava to reveal his mouth and nose.

“What’s so funny?” You asked.

“Have you ever been kissed? That sleazebag, Billy, did he ever kiss you?”

You sighed. “Yeah, unfortunately.”

“A shame. But I’m here now, we can pretend I’m your first kiss…”

“That’s not how it—mmh!”

His lips smothered yours, and you started blushing; the realization that this man had ate you out the night before, but never even gave you a proper kiss, washing over you. You probably would have laughed, if your mouth wasn’t busy.

He was a good kisser, his lips rough but plump. You felt disappointment, realizing that all the times you kissed Billy, it was nothing like this. That boy had no idea what he was doing.

Not like Ghost, and you felt yourself getting soaked.

He moaned before pulling away to gaze into your eyes. “Now, are you sure you want this?”

“Ah, now you’re being considerate?”

“Of course I am, love. Want to hear you say it, out loud.”

“You know how I feel, but fine. I want you, Simon, I need you…” You grabbed his hand and slipped it through the leg of your shorts, his fingers grazing along your wet folds, making him moan.

You made a silent prayer, hoping that your lack of experience wouldn’t shine through too much as you prepped yourself for the ultimate challenge: dirty talk.

“Feel that?” You whispered. “All for you…”

So simple, so small. But you knew it would resonate with his infatuation towards you, and the jealousy you had carefully built up from that morning. You watched him breathe deeply.

“Yes… all mine…” He continued staring into your eyes, his dark and heavy. “No one can get you wet like me… not Billy. Not that dickhead in the mess hall. Not those filthy little books you read… Me.”

“Are you getting jealous over my reading materi—ah!”

He swiped his fingers around your entrance, gathering your wetness. “You ever taste yourself, love?”

You could feel a blush forming. “I, uh… sometimes…”

He chuckled. “No need to be embarrassed…”

He pulled his fingers out of your shorts, his other hand delicately moving your chin to part your lips. Then, his wet fingers entered your mouth, and you instinctively wrapped your lips around them, letting your tongue lick and taste them.

Like before—during your experimenting—the taste was pleasant, but not overwhelming. Nothing in particular came to mind when trying to compare it to other… flavors, other than… sweet? Maybe?

You snapped out of your daze as his fingers started moving, in and out of your mouth. They were now clean of you, but it seemed he wasn’t ready to take them out just yet. So, you continued to lick, to suck.

The look in his eyes confirmed your suspicions, he was imagining something better than fingers in your warm mouth. He groaned and then took them out with a soft pop, his hands now moving to undo his jeans.

Oh, finally. Yes…

He took them off with ease, revealing basic white boxers. His shirt? Well…

Ghost must have forgotten about the state of his shoulder amidst his horniness, a hiss leaving his mouth as he attempted to lift the hem with his bad arm. You immediately sat up. “Let me…”

You expected him to push you back down, allow his stubbornness to take over…

But he didn’t.

He let you carefully begin to take the shirt off, being mindful of the bandage still present on his shoulder. You lifted it past his head, fingers clutching onto the warm fabric as you oggled his bare muscles. He grabbed the shirt from your hands and tossed it onto the floor.

“Like what you see?”

You ignored him, eye-fucking him without a sliver of shame. You grinned.

He laughed softly, gently lowering you back down, and crawling back up your body to look over you. “Oh, yeah. You do…”

You palmed him through his boxer shorts, earning a hiss and then a groan. You had wanted this since last night, knowing he had been touching himself while pleasuring you…

“Ahh, what are you doing, love?”

“Want to… uh… help you…”

He gingerly took your wrist in his hand. “Mm, next time. Yeah, next time, I’ll teach ya how to please a man properly. Me, I mean. It’s not like you’ll be sleepin’ with other men after this…”

“Is that so?” You smirked, your expression waning as he made you moan by grinding against your clothed pussy.

He ignored your bait. “Nnf, damn… I’m gonna treat you so well, sweetheart. That way, I’ll be able to punish you after for ruining my fun earlier.”

Excitement bubbled up inside you. “Heh, yeah? How?”

“Mmm… oh yeah… I think I’ll continue what I was doing earlier. Hump you like a toy, all over… You won’t be allowed to come at all.”

Your eyes widen. “What?”

“You heard me. Maybe I’ll let you finish after I’m spent, but that depends on how good you are, hmm?” He leaned in. “All the meanwhile, I’ll paint allll of you pretty in white…”

Holy shit. “Simon…” You whine.

“So needy, so fuckin’ desperate. I give you two orgasms last night and you’re already addicted. Be a good girl, and you’ll get what you want.”

You whimper and nod.

He grasped your hips and grinded you up and down his clothed bulge. “Fuck… yeah… feels better than before… soak through those shorts and my boxers, love, ruin them…”

“Unnnhh…” You lazily rutted against him, the friction feeling lovely but not enough. “Simon… I need more…”

“Poor girl, you achin’ down there?”

“Mhmm…”

He put a hand on your face, his large fingers caressing your cheek bones. “I’ll take good care of you, love. I promise.” He said softly, the weight of his words making your heart ache as well.

He slowly pulled back to take your shorts off, his grin widening as he got a proper look at your underwear. Pretty black lace, almost too small to properly cover your leaking cunt. He couldn’t help himself, gripping your hips and grinding against you once more.

He shivered. Your underwear had completely soaked through.

“Simon.” You whined once more.

He grunted in response, tentatively pulling back again to remove the lace. However, you didn’t crook your knees in time to help, making him rip the underwear in half.

“Shit, sorry, love. My bad...” He said sheepishly, and then held them up, raising an eyebrow at you. “But… seems like you won’t need them anymore. A good ‘lil keepsake for me…”

You huffed.

He didn’t spare a glance at your bare sex. Not yet. He dropped the ruined underwear. His fingers curled into your shirt and he started lifting it, his nails softly scratching along your skin. Then, he paused.

“Mm. No bra?”

“Not tonight, no. They can be uncomfortable to sleep in.” You said nonchalantly.

“Uncomfortable… hm… but you’ll wear panties that barely cover your cunt…”

Uhh…

Thankfully, he didn’t seem to care or look more into it. He shook his head and continued taking the shirt off. “Not like I’m complaining, mind you. But I do want to see the matching bra, sometime. There’s no way you don’t have one.”

You smirked. “Alright, noted.”

He threw the shirt aside and leaned back to admire your naked form. “How lovely… better than I imagined…”

His hands grasped your breasts, three of his fingers still slightly cold and moist from being in your mouth. You shivered with a moan. “So pretty, so soft… can’t wait to deflower you.”

“Technically, after last night—“

“Oh, don’t go there. I don’t care about the technicalities of last night. You’ve never been dicked down, and that’s what I’m referring to. Now, be a good girl and shush…”

Ghost leaned back again, and finally pulled his boxers off. You couldn’t hold back the moan that left your mouth at the sight of his dick, leaking with pre-come. He leaned forward again, resting his member on your clit.

“See that, pretty girl?” He slowly stroked himself against your folds. “That’s what a cock looks like.”

You had to resist the urge to face palm yourself. “Jesus, Simon, I know what a dick looks like.”

“No, you don’t know what mine looks like. Get well acquainted, you’re gonna be seeing it a lot.” He paused and peered down once more. “Aha, damn, you’re soaking your bed, love. Pretty pussy is working so hard, preparing itself just for me…”

He pulled his lower body away and inserted a finger. You moaned, he groaned. He began pumping it in and out, making your pussy sing with your slickness.

“Shit, I think… think you’re wetter than last night. Good…”

You smirked at him. “Yeah, the book I was reading is pretty spicy…”

“Shut up, or I’m burnin’ the damn thing.” He took his finger out, and you began to regret your teasing.

Before you could beg and plead your case for more, he stuffed his face against your pussy and started lapping at it.

“Gahh, Simon, not again, I want you inside—“

“Quiet,” he growled, “I know what I’m doing. Ya need to be ready for me…”

You pouted but didn’t say anything more, only opening your mouth to moan softly as he licked and sucked. But then, his finger entered you once more, and he proceeded to stimulate you with both his hand and mouth.

Oh, this is new.

You clutched the bed sheets, trying to keep still and let him do his thing, lest he chastise you again like last night.

“Tell me when you’re close…” He breathed out, inserting another finger.

“O-okay… god, Simon, ohhh…”

“Mhmm…” He mumbled, still licking and fingering you.

You noticed his whole body moving in junction with his head and fingers, and you peered downward. You saw him dragging his weeping cock along your bedsheets, the sight making you whimper and clench around his fingers.

“Simon… I’m gonna come…”

“Mm, good girl. Thank you for telling me.” He stopped all movements and pulled away.

“H-hey! What are you doing?”

“What you did to me, earlier. Sucks, doesn’t it? But don’t worry, you’ll get to come…” He leaned in and started kissing your neck. “You smell so good… you always smell good… drives me fuckin’ crazy…”

“God, Simon, please, I want to come…”

Ghost licked along your neck. “Don’t worry, love, you will. I’ll let you come around my dick, how’s that?”

“Please…”

“Good girl… such a good girl…” He cooed.

He leaned back and adjusted his position, lining himself up at your weeping sex.

“Now, I want you to hold onto me. This might hurt, sweetheart…”

You did as he requested, and that’s when he started entering you.

You winced and bit your lip, the stretch feeling a bit more painful than you anticipated. Suck it up, you’ve taken bullets...

He slowly eased his way in, your hole trying to push him out, despite it having done so much prep beforehand to welcome him with open arms. He leaned in closer and caressed a cheek.

“Relax, love. Loosen those muscles, breathe deeply… I got you.” He whispered.

His words helped alone, making you sigh with relief as you steered focus towards the new wave of arousal washing over your body. Something about the way he spoke softly just never failed to do wonders for you.

But then you realized he wasn’t moving anymore. You looked down in confusion and saw him already all the way in, to the hilt. Oh.

He also glanced down, admiring the joining of your bodies as he held your legs up, placing your ankles on his shoulders. “Fuck, look at that… what a pretty sight. Feels even better inside…”

Then, he started moving. His thrusts were slow and gentle, caring. But the sensation was still deliciously overwhelming; you could feel his cock rubbing against your soft, virgin walls, tight and pulsing around him.

“God, you don’t… understand how hard it is… to hold myself back… right now…” He grit out.

“D-don’t hold back, Simon…”

He grunted. “Don’t be saying shit like that. You’ll get it in the future, but for now, I’m keeping it simple, sweetheart.”

He held onto your thighs and squeezed hard, grounding himself as he maintained a sweet and slow pace, one that gradually increased in speed, if only by a minuscule difference. His eyes raked up and down your body, soaking in every reaction to his ministrations.

“Talk to me, lovie. Tell me how it feels…”

“Uuuuhhhn, feels… good…” You croaked out.

“Good? Just good?”

You groaned. “It feels amazing, don’t stop…”

“That right? Tell me, you still think you would have done well with someone else for your first time?”

“Uffff, mmm…”

He chuckled. “Can’t even think properly, can you? So cock-drunk…”

Then he stopped and pulled out.

“Sim—“

“On your stomach.”

You blushed, but rushed to do as he said, the side of your face hitting the pillow. He grabbed your hips and tilted them upwards, his knee pushing one of your legs open aside. “There we go…” You couldn’t see much from this angle, but the excitement in his voice was palpable.

He slowly lowered himself on top of you, his chest connecting with your back. He wasn’t squishing you, not completely, but enough to make his presence felt. Then, he entered you once more, stuffing his face into your neck.

“Mmmh… make you feel all of me… every inch of my skin… make sure you memorize it. It’s okay if you forget, though, I’ll happily remind you…” He started moving, his pace still casual and languid.

“Can’t… can’t wait to ruin you… turn you into a fuckin’ degenerate… heh, unless… you already are, and we just don’t know it, yet…”

He adjusted one of his legs, the angle of his hips making him reach deeper, and you whimper. “Ohh, god, oh…”

Ghost then sped up, reaching a faster rhythm that would satisfy you, but wouldn’t be too much.

You whimpered. “G-gonna…”

“Gonna come, baby? Good… milk my cock, wanna feel that cunt thank me for taking your virginity…”

“Jesus…” You groaned loudly, your orgasm hitting you hard; your walls clamping around him like a vice, pulsating like a heartbeat.

“Fuuuuck…” He snarled into your ear, his fist digging into your pillow, beside your head. “Want me to fill you up?”

“Y-yes, please, yes…”

“‘Attagirl. Need to make sure this pussy learns who it belongs to…”

His movements slowed but got harder, and then eventually, halted, as he reached his climax. He groaned into your neck, filling you up with his seed. “Good… girl… take it… all…”

He stayed on top of you for a minute, your muscles starting to ache. “Simon… you’re squishing me…”

“Ah. Sorry…” He rolled off of you, laying beside you and pulling you into his arms. “You alright, love?”

You started blushing, still trying to catch your breath. “I-I’m fine. It was good… really good…” You smiled.

You expected a snarky, arrogant comment like usual, but he just smiled in response. “Good. I’m glad.”

He used a hand to caress your body, slowly trailing down to your pussy. His fingers delved into your hole, coating them in his come before pulling them out and rubbing it along your slit. “Yeah… this is all mine…”

He then licked his fingers and pulled you closer with a content grunt. “Mm. You should have listened to me. I always get what I want, and I told you this would happen.”

You laughed softly, leaning into him. “Oh, Simon… you think this was all a coincidence? Did you really think… you’re the only one who can fight dirty?” You cooed.

He stared at you, eyes wide, the realization that, perhaps—he had been thinking with his dick too much—dawning on him. You weren’t sure how he’d react, but mentally prepared for the possibility that he’d be pissed for getting beaten at his own game.

But instead… he grinned.

“You… That’s my fuckin’ girl… all mine...”

[part one] [part two] [part three]

taglist: @corvusmorte @oceanicexolorer @icouldntthinkofanythingclever

#simon riley #call of duty #cod #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #my writing

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antidesire · 1 year

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older bf!leon (re6/id/death island) x rookie afab!reader. just a quick piece to tie you all over it’s for me i want death island leon so fucking bad. i wrote this fast so it’s also not great idfk

disclaimer.. age gap, reader wears skirts, restraint, cockwarming?, bratty reader, spit, p in v, leon is far too tolerant of you and your antics

leon s kennedy was the meanest boyfriend boss on earth..

that's what you concluded whilst in your little predicament, skirt pooled around his lap, if anyone were to walk in they wouldn't even notice your cunt stuffed full of his cock, oh that’s if it wasn’t for your desperate pleas and hopeless rutting against his lap.

you weren't even allowed to relieve the growing tension in your shoulders with the way leon's hands engulfed both of your wrists behind your back, so frustrating, suffocating, all you could do was give him the coldest look and voice your frustrations.

"let me move, asshole." you writhed against his hands, no budge.

"i don't trust you." he flat out told you, unamused expression, head titled to the side ever so softly, you could see him so close right now, his long eyelashes, and light stubble decorating his lower face.

your bottom lip jutted out into a little pout, putting the cutest expression you could muster up, he was always a sucker for that, "i'm being good." your eyelashes batted, leaning in to place a sweet little peck on the tip of his nose.

"no, you're a fucking brat, you like pretending you're good." he sighed, leaning his head back, squeezing his hand around your wrists to remind you of the position you were in, "i came here to work, not to fuck around like th- nghnn." he gritted his teeth, feeling you purposefully squeeze your cunt around his length.

"why'd cha' let me come along then?" your legs swayed a little on either side of him, still perched pretty on his lap.

he let out a noise, you couldn't tell if it was a chuckle or a scoff, "you know why." he muttered quietly like it would start a whole nother' conversation, and you did know why, you'd be on his ass all day and night complaining why you couldn't come along with him when you hardly saw him at all last week, which you still argued was unacceptable.

“mmm.. because you can’t resist me?” you hummed before continuing, “because you want me soo bad.” you wriggled your hips on top of him, something that sounded like a frustrated groan tearing from his throat.

he scoffed, in disbelief at your words, how tone deaf you were being, “oh sweetheart, i wholeheartedly believe that’s all you.”

you gasped, feigning shock at his ‘revelation’, “no way!” you pushed your face against his, dark trimmed hair tickling your cheek, “maybe you’re right..” you frowned, leaning in further to press faint kisses to his parted lips where the taste of aged whiskey still lingered.

“haven’t even got 5 minutes of research done and you sat yourself on my cock, who taught you to be such an incessant disobedient little slut, hmm?” he jerked you back a little with his grip still at your wrists, “i barely recognise the rookie that would come crawling to me, snivelling and weeping their eyes out every day when they messed up, begging me not to make em’ do 10 more sets.” he chuckled, clearly fondly remembering the memory whereas it had you gritting your teeth.

“god, you’re fucking insufferable now, look at you.” his eyes grazed over your body, only halting when he felt a splat of your saliva land on his face, “did you just fucking spit on me?” as irked as his tone grew, he still managed to muster out a laugh, and you had to admit, he was good, kept his cool, leon kennedy as level headed as ever.

you pushed it even further, laughing in his face and revelling in the thrill of what you just did, “go on, tell everyone what your rookie did.. how disrespectful i am, but tell em’ the whole story so they can know what what a dirty old man you are, mmm that’s what they’d call you, a fucking pervert.” you taunted.

a pained yelp flung from your lips when his fingers gripped tighter on your wrists, the sensation was uncomfortable and it was stinging now, but you still found it more frustrating how he was stuffed inside of you and you couldn’t move properly.

“you’re so pretty but you play so ugly, that hurts my heart baby.” he feigns a pout, to mock your pain almost, “this what you want?” his hips jerked upwards and you squeaked from the pressure of his cock so deep within you, “won’t shut up till you get your way? stubborn but i guess you learn from the best, don’t you sweetheart?” he sighed out.

“you’re really just all bark, no bite, aren’t you?” he continued to question, but you could only muster out small whimpers and mewls, especially when his arm grasped around your waist to raise your hips so he could stable his boots on the ground, and fuck up into you, pace much more consistent though he never let up on how deep he was inside of you.

“see, all it takes is a little bit and you go all dumb on me, i mean.. that’s really no way to stay on alert.” he scoffed out and if you weren’t so overjoyed with the motions of his hips you would’ve replied with something just as snarky but fuck, you had been wiggling on his lap previously for a good half an hour so this was pure bliss.

“s-shut hghhnn—“ your head fell back, all intentions to insult the man beneath you failing when his tongue darted out to lick at the tender skin on your neck, teeth grazing along the goosebumps forming.

“what was that?” he reiterated, clearly amused at the state he had you in.

with one of your hands free you lean it back against his knee, giving you some leverage to bounce yourself on his cock, as though your brain only had one motor in the moment and it was to chase that delicious high bubbling in the pit of your stomach.

you looked like a mess but leon loved you most like this, so be it if he was a pervert. “that’s it..” he cooed, helping meet your desperate pace, the way you pushed down on him, barely able to move without a shudder or strained moan.

“poor baby, i got you.” he hummed, clearly taking pity on you, despite your previous disobedience, he sure had a soft spot for his rookie.

with both of his arms snug around your waist now, he found it much easy to manoeuvre and manhandle you as he pleased, hips erratically jackhammering up into you, “f-fucahh..” he grunted, “hear that? how sloppy we sound?” and he was right, the sound of how wet your cunt should’ve made you embarrassed but you were far too busy clawing at his shoulders and moaning prettily in his ear to even begin to care.

you didn’t even have time to make any coherent sounds to let leon know you were cumming, simply holding on to him for dear life and limply laying against him so he could use you as he wished, that tight coil in your tummy snapping and pure bolts of ecstasy pulsating throughout your body, breathlessly chanting out mantras of his name as he helped you ride out your high.

“oh fuck..” you exhaled, sheepishly giggling when your vision focuses back on leon, “hey handsome, wanna do that again?” and maybe he was right too, you were incessant.

#leon smut #leon x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #resident evil smut #resident evil x reader

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twistedtalking · 1 year

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Elloo, can I request 5 random twist characters of your choosing respindinv to being called "hello bbg 👈👈"

-sincerely, Nigel :))

Aww, you requested~

Thanks for requesting! (unlike a certain someone who promised to request something november pa)

5, hmmm

Well, lucky you! The 1st years, my babies, are 5. ...Well, except Ortho....and Grim...

How about Heartslabyul instead?

Fair warning: I will be writing this as them knowing you for a while now. Like, besties level for Ace and Deuce. Also, I'll add the romance to this post in a later date.

I do not condone yandere behavior in real life

It's just something i find really fun to write

TW: manipulation, gaslighting, Isolation, Riddle losing his sanity(all 3),

Okay, now onto the prompt!

Riddle: Baby girl?! Have you no respect?! Rule 574 of the queen of hearts, "You shall call your queen a nickname on tuesdays" . Today is Friday, Prefect. Breathe in, breathe out. Well, as this is your 1st offense, I won't get that mad. But if you do it again, it is OFF WITH YOUR HEAD- Wait, you don't have magic. Nevermind. Just, don't do that again. At least, not on Thursdays.

Trey: …hi? (Mumbling) what just happened…

Cater:

Hey QT pie!Oh,BTW the dormleader's looking for the Adeuce Duo. If you find them, text me ASAP, k? OK,c u. Cay-Cay signing out.

Ace Ace: Good day, dumbass 3. Dumbass 2 is over there Deuce: I am not a dumbass! Ace: Ace: You THREW me up a CHANDELIER without thinking about the Landing! Deuce: That was months ago Ace: You thought trees weren't alive Deuce:… Prefect: So who's Dumbass 1? Grim? Ace: Me, obviously. Cause I'm number one! Prefect: The number one dumbass Ace: Yeah- Ace: HEY!!! Deuce Deuce: BBG? Huh? What does that mean? Ace, smirking: It means Bad Breath Guy Deuce: What?! But I brush my teeth thrice a day, otherwise Clover-senpai(Trey) would kill me. Unlike Ace. Ace: Hey, I do brush my teeth, twice! Deuce: Never seen you do it Ace: Well, I do. You're just blind, Deuce. Deuce:Hey- Cater: BBG means Baby Girl, Deuce-chan. What, you think I called Trey-kun bad breathe? Cater: Like, I value my life/hj Adeuce duo: WHAT?! Adeuce: Well anyways... Deuce: YOU WERE LYING?!?! Oh wait, when do you not. Ace:Hey- Deuce: Well then, um... Deuce: You my homie too, Prefect. - -

Romance

Riddle:

Baby Girl?? BABY GIRL?!?! Who taught you that word? Was it Ace?! CATER?? (Mumbled)Breathe in, breathe out, Riddle. Sevens, give me strength.

My love, there are hundreds of other terms of endearment yet you choose BABY GIRL?!?! Breathe in, breath out. Dear, PLEASE choose another nickname. For the sake of my sanity. Prefect: what about shortcake? Shortcake?? Short- (Breathe in, breathe out) That...would do. Just, do not call me that in public...please.

Trey:

Hello...grape pie?

Pft. Hehehe.

Hello, orange juice. Hello, Lemon pie. Hello, Cutie cakes.

Hmm, actually, I like the last one.

Alright, from now on your name's Lemon Pie. Hahaha, Hey, put the frying pan down!

Heheh, I'm just joking...Lemon Pie.

Cater: Oh hey, QT~ Didn't notice you were here already. Hon, you got to stop sneaking up on me, Hehe. (Prefect: Okay, what happened?) What do you mean what happened? Nothing happened!Everything's picture perfect! (Prefect: .... ) Nothing gets through you, huh. Well, Trey just posted a pic on magicam. Not like a pie photo. It was a photo of him, Riddle, and Chenya. I guess I got a little jealous, heh. Sometimes I wished we didn't move a lot when I was young. Maybe I would have gotten childhood friends...Huh? What's that? Spicy Ramen?! Heh, you really know me best, don't you. ...thanks. For everything.

Ace:

Hi honey cheeks, love of my life, bane of my existence, darling, Sweetheart, you're always right.

(Prefect: what did you do)

Nothing! How dare you think I would do something idiotic.

…Okay, I may have forgotten to do the assignment for history of magic. PLEASE LET ME COPY YOUR ANSWERS! TREIN'S GONNA KILL ME!!!

(Prefect: you're an idiot)

I'm YOUR idiot~

(Prefect: So is Deuce)

Deuce?! Nuh-uh. I'm much better than Deuce. He's an idiot. I'm a smarter idiot. Big difference. Plus, I got boyfriend points.

So Dear, would you please give me your answers~

(Prefect: PROFESSOR TREIN-)

NOOOO!!!

You betrayed me. I thought you loved me. Was it all a lie? You don't deserve me. Goodbye.

(Prefect: stop being so melodramatic. Here, the answers. Don't make it obvious though, okay?)

Yandere

Riddle: If it was anyone else, who called me that,

"IT'D BE OFF WITH THEIR HEAD!"

But as it is you, I suppose I could let it slide~ You'll attend the next unbirthday party, my Rose. I've already prepared your attire. I can't wait to see you there~

Trey:

Well Prefect, I thought I was the one with the bad jokes in this relationship, haha.

Did you learn that from Cater, love?

Sometimes I feel like you spend more time with him than you do with me...

...Uh, never mind.

Love? I didn't call you love, what do you mean?Hey, I baked your favorites. Here, have a bite. Yes, I know you have somewhere to go, But one bite wouldn't hurt, right?

Don't worry, you're gonna LOVE it~

Cay-Cay, your bae-bae:

Hi QT pie!

Hey babe, you accidentally tagged Deuce-chan instead of me in your post. Y'know, the "Best Boi" one. Don't worry, I forgive you. Everyone makes mistakes. But be careful next time, ok. Oh, you seem agitated. You ok? Someone just txted you a threatening message?! They're gonna spill the tea to the Octotrio?! OMG! Don't worry, Cay-Cay can solve this mess. You can trust me~

Ace:

Oh, Hey, Prefect!

You're late. Almost thought you wouldn't show. But I knew you wouldn't throw away an opportunity to spend time with your favorite person.

(Prefect: Deuce ain't here, though?)

I meant me.

That wasn't funny, Prefect.

(Prefect: sorry)

Well, you should be. You hurt my feelings!

Don't worry, I forgive you.

I, the oh-so-gracious Trappola, forgive your sin~

(Prefect: *eye rolls and smirks*)

See, you're smiling again! It suits you way more than that worried face before.

I love it.

Hehe, I didn't say anything. You're just imagining things, Prefect! What did you thought I said? Aww, you won't tell me?I thought we were close~

Hey, why do you look so worried?

(Prefect: It's been 5 minutes, but Deuce still hasn't arrived)

Deuce? Oh, don't worry about him. He's probably of to do extra work for one of the teachers. Y'know, honor student and all that.

Let's just enjoy our time together. It's way more fun with just the two of us anyway~

(Prefect: And Grim!)

Yeah, and Grim...

And you have reached the end of this post!

What? Were you waiting for someone else?

Deuce? Who's Deuce? You must be hallucinating. There's no one named like that here.

He doesn't matter anyways...

Daily Bible verse of the day(yes, I'll be doing this from now on):

For I am not ashamed of the gospel, because it is the power of God that brings salvation to everyone who believes:

first to the Jew, then to the Gentile.

Romans 1:16 NIV

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gotstabbedbyapen · 2 months

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Can you make some Hephaestus and Artemis older brother - younger sister hc's.

And some Ares and Athena older brother and younger sister dynamic hc's

Sorry for the wait! I was distracted with other stuff, but now I'm back with this one.

I got a few headcanons for these two sibling duos, but there is a lot of explaining with it. So strap on!

Hephaestus and Artemis

1. They collaborated in the invention of bows and arrows.

AFAIK here are two versions of how Artemis and Apollo got their bows and arrows: either the twins invented it themselves, or Hephaestus and the elder Cyclops gifted it to them. I want to fuse both versions together.

Artemis and Apollo created the first model of a bow, probably a slingshot made of stretchy strings and a branch that they could use to take down birds and small critters.

When Zeus took the twins to Hephaestus and the Cyclops to get new weapons, little Artemis showed Hephaestus her "bow" and asked him if they could make her another one like this.

Hephaestus crouched down to take a look and said, "Hmm, this one looks needed, but it will need some improvise. Wanna help?" And little Artemis was like, "Yippee!!!"

2. Artemis did learn a thing or two from Hephaestus.

During their collaboration in making the bows, Hephaestus taught little Artemis a thing or two about building things.

Little Artemis then took what she learned from her big brother Hephaestus to build a small temple for her little brother Apollo. There is a myth about Artemis building Apollo's first temple out of feathers and honey or something. (I can't find the source, so please let me know if anyone does!)

When Hephaestus found out, he was super touched by the twins' love for each other and even sniffled a bit. He clapped little Apollo on his back and told him, "You got a good sister there. My brother would never do that for me."

Little Apollo also built a small temple out of the goat horns little Artemis collected in her hunt, so Apollo must have joined the architecture lessons, too.

3. Artemis felt really bad for Hephaestus when he was cheated on.

I don't think Artemis was present when Hephaestus caught Ares and Aphrodite sleeping together (not that I know of). She might not be interested in marriage, but she felt sorry for Hephaestus. The marriage isn't perfect for both of them, but Artemis is biased toward her big brother.

After the net incident and Hephaestus and Aphrodite divorcing, Artemis met up with him to comfort her big brother. Just them sitting in Hephaestus' forge as Artemis watched him crafting things and chit-chat a bit.

When Hephaestus started to date Aglaia, Artemis secretly stalked them to make sure the new goddess would treat big brother right (Hephaestus caught her every time XDDD). But Artemis eventually approved Aglaia and was glad their marriage turned out pretty good.

Ares and Athena

1. They fight for the title of the older sibling.

Although I prefer Athena being the older sister, I love to make the birth order ambiguous.

Athena is Zeus' daughter with his first wife, Metis, while Ares is his son with his last wife, Hera. Even if Athena was "born" later from Zeus' head, she is still the older one chronologically. Due to the messy "who was born first" paradox, Athena and Ares constantly squabble about who is the older one.

Whenever they are in a heated argument, Athena will scream, "I'm the older sibling. You listen to me!" And Ares just yelling nonsense to disagree with her.

2. Eileithyia and Hebe are the reasons they got along more.

They both have older sibling personalities: Athena is mature and is the voice of reason, and Ares is protective and outspoken. These qualities shine the most when it comes to taking care of their younger siblings, especially Eileithyia and Hebe.

Of course, Ares is closer to the girls than Athena, being their full brother, and will play with them whenever he is home from war. But Athena is the closest to a role model who taught the girls how to be women. Ares knows Athena has a secret soft spot for his sisters, so he will bring them out as a playful bargain with her ("Let me have the last cheese, or I'll take the girls away forever.")

Athena and Ares may not like each other most of the time, but they are willing to settle their dispute for their sister's sake.

3. But if it's meant to please Zeus, they can turn on each other.

I got this idea from a mutual during our late-night chat (if you're reading this, you know who you are) and made some changes according to my headcanons.

Athena and Ares vie for Zeus' attention and appreciation, with Athena having his love more. That doesn't mean Ares will give up on the competition, either due to his wounded pride as the legitimate but hated son or his childhood hope still lingers.

This sibling duo is tragic - two children fighting for the love of their parents that they lack in their childhood. Athena will snitch on Ares' over-involvement in human conflicts, and Ares will try to destroy Athena's war plans. The cycle continues as they take turns loathing the other's success and pulling each other down.

#hephaestus #artemis #ares #athena #eileithyia #hebe #sibling shenanigans #the twelve olympians #headcanons #ask me anything #tumblr ask #anon ask

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beardedmrbean · 4 months

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Hmm I was watching this video https://youtu.be/DHF8LdiFhW8?si=U3QcuoufihSLEONt

And in the comments they pointed out that parents of the 50’s were children on the Great Depression. Which got me thinking

As you know a lot of people who came from poverty goes crazy when they get famous or successful. The…black community is like that as we can barely comprehend so much wealth at once. Not all as many are slick enough to start their own record labels, clothing, etc.

But that comment got me thinking about the great generation. I can only imagine how crazy they went with the fact they grew up in the Great Depression and then boom the USA is on top of the world. Then they sent their kids to college who got brained that Kinsey studies was good for society.

Yes I know the previous generations prior to boomers had libidos, I mean look at Walt’s and his colleagues/competitors works when the female body got more defined in cartoons.

But we really need to look into the boomers upbringings and their parents prior to prevent another one.

youtube

I wish this was the stawman it looks like but I've seen this all before on here.

Wonder if they'd be terribly shocked at how much "GAY" was ignored in the 50's and beyond.

Couple of teachers at the Christian (ND but Pentecostal run) school I went to, ladies that had a duplex they rented next to each other and always had neither one married or dated that anyone knew of and they were just "really good friends" and had been forever. Both taught 5th grade too.

Didn't even click for me what was likely going on till I was in my 20's and they drifted into my head for some reason, but ya that was in the 80's that was going on.

The arguments about divorce and women not having their own bank accounts honestly hold a lot more water.

The…black community is like that as we can barely comprehend so much wealth at once. Not all as many are slick enough to start their own record labels, clothing, etc.

Herb from "Peaches and Herb" was working well here

"Once again, Fame returned to law enforcement and joined the U.S. Marshals Service in 1986 as a deputized court security officer at the U.S. Court of Appeals for Veterans Claims."

Big part of that I think was him getting shafted on royalties, but initial payouts still should have kept him comfortably middle class for life after the 3rd peaches.

Then we have MC Hammer and Mike Tyson, though being shit with handling money and the fame that comes with it isn't exclusive to any one group regardless of the demographic they're in.

Thankfully the lawyers and accountants are getting better at convincing people to knock it the fuck off so we don't wind up with.

To be fair to Willie his accountants had screwed him and there were some bad investments, oversight of accountants is also part of the bit above this with the getting them to knock it the fuck off part.

Ted Nugent ran into similar, but the accountants had made some really bad investments instead of just flat out not paying his taxes for years.

But ya guys like Dre, Jay Z, Beyonce, and Rhianna from that end of the spectrum have done very well, Michael Jackson for all his eccentricity made some great investments that should be enough to keep his grandkids doing wonderfully even. (as long as they still have half the Beatles catalouge at least)

As for libidos, we been horny since the dawn of horns it got played down some round WW1 or so and people started to reset their memories, there's some nasty stuff out there from the Victorian to Edwardian ages.

#anonymous

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ngmn2002 · 8 months

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Taking a look at past arcs (seriously - for fun). -Hell Of Mirrors

What a strong hand...

Hmm...

....... won't deny it... huh? ...............

-"I will humply do you the favor of replacing you, No.3" How ironic. Oh... my... Tsukasa you...

... slay!!!

Your hunt. Thanks Tsukasa my dear! You did us all a favor! lol I only look at this bird for comic relief. that's the only thing it's is good for, I may go as far to saying not a single one in the whole jshk fandom cares to even remember it. even in the story itself it feels it was there to just get replaced. that's how much pathetic this bird is.(no offence to real life birds! this bird is the only one I'm talking about)

Mirror: forget it... I'm no match for him... I will just take my leave... I mean... get broken. Life is so unfair..... Ahhh... even when this thing is just a joke I made a long time ago, it still never fails to make me laugh. Again, thank you for giving me a grand time in this arc, Tsukasa. ♡

let me use your words again, dear.

Though, I'm laughing to myself... this pathetic bird actually managed to achieve something in life. He got Relaxed Tsukasa! to make such a cool face because of how annoying and hatable it was. I call it an achievement... imagine how much it would take you to actually piss off calm and relaxed Tsukasa. oooh! that thing is really really really rare.

I simply love everything about this whole thing. Look who is begging and screaming for dear life right now after making fun of others.~ so well-deserved.~ Little thing was enjoying himself watching his sick little hunt game escalate with the poor preys while hiding in the safety of his mirror. Too bad a tiger came into the game and became the hunter and the little bird was forced out of the safety of its terrier, started begging for dear life and became the prey under the mercy of the tiger's sharp claws. Lovely tiger put it in its place, no better way to do it. ~ here we go again, thank you Tsu!!! ♡

Did it really say that to Tsukasa? That's too funny. Know your place little thing.

Hmm~ yes.~ Just like this.~

..................... Tsukasa went like: welllll... see... it's simply time to "replace" you. That's exactly what I'm doing. ~ I wonder if little bird regrets saying *his very last words* lol

A broken mirror vs a "to be replaced" bird... which matters more? pfffftttt... we care about a mirror more than we care about it. Yes, Tsu! ~

Ahhh.... still can't get over this little thing... the prince who saved princess Nene from the hell she was in is none other than you!! ♡

Oh... Nene-chan... trust me that's not the case at all. He is on your side.~

Such a good boy.~~~

Sooo? This was already the plan since the very start? That's why Mit 2.0 got sent to No.3's boundary specifically. hmm... so... No.3, out of all the other mysteries was the one to be already targeted to get replaced by Mit 2.0 I assume? but like... Mit 2.0 won't ever be able to take down No.3 by himself no matter how long he would stay here... Tsukasa was bound to get the work done himself sooner or later. Also... now that kinda makes sense to me... it's hard for me to believe Tsukasa would go out of his way and do such a thing for nothing, or only because of the claim "No.3 got him angry, never make Tsukasa angry, he is simply ruthless and don't have mercy." that's so wrong to me... Tsukasa is not that type of person. smash someone because he shouted at you or got you angry. something else is at play. I may also take the thing of "Tsukasa taught him a lesson and all"... but it still won't feel enough... While Tsukasa's ongoing plan is to destroy the 7 yorishiros, No.3's case in here seems to never have been meant to actually do that.

But this I assume? No.3 was only a pawn pre-chosen by you Tsu, huh. cool! also, sure thing Tsukasa can juuuuust appoint a mystery as if it was a little thing. sure thing.

lol, even sakura once Tsukasa was back with mit 2.0 prepared tea for him, a way to show her relief past annoying no.3 is no longer there. maybe he was actually just the worst and was getting on the broadcasting club nerves. while she is there to only change the rumor of No.2, say No.4 is not bad, tell Nene about No.5 (ordered by Tsukasa I assume), supposedly help No.6, want No.1's yorishiro out of the way, and not care much for No.7, No.3 was like: yeah, it's for the best he is no longer here. let's have tea. For real, I imagine she would be angry if Tsukasa didn't take such an opportunity to get rid of No.3's yorishiro right there if that was already their plan. seems they have different plans for it. according to Tsukasa in ch 92... he told her the yorishiro of No.3 is already a "done deal" for them, whatever that meant. Uh... to put it simply, this bird is never wanted or cared for, not even for a little. The fact that a yorishiro is meant to be a mystery's most precious thing gets to me at time and I'm like... this bird? his yorishiro is an actual ceiling....??? what feelings are in there??? also... now that it belongs to mit 2.0... what memories are restored in it?? the bird's (if there is any 'good' ones) or Mit's?

♡ Now I wonder, is that thanks to that mirror in the room we see Tsukasa in at times (maybe it works like a door, Tsukasa touched it while speaking about Mit 2.0, probably hinting Mit 2.0 is 'inside' it, reminds me of the fact No.2 also took Kou and Hanako to a mirror as well) , or to a door that leads to No.3's boudary in the nowhere place... (wonder what that room really is)

Cool reaction... feels special to see your own yorishiro in a boundary that belongs to another mystery, after he 'replaced' it.

What a rare occasion... 2 yorishiros in the same place... right beside each other...

hmm... real mit and mit 2.0 have different scarfs, right... so... the one with Mit 2.0 is actually from Tsukasa? sweet. Also, Tsukasa taking care of Mit 2.0 is something I've grown to like... for some reason.

Hmm... This thing amkes me confused at times, not gonna lie.

Such a nice game. Also, gotta love the nickname "crazy knife" pretty fitting in a funny way.

Hmm... look at the change... though... can we really call it a change? I mean... he gave up on the whole idea and made a deal with Kou and let said deal decide how things would end with him... maybe the change will come someday in the future...? Not to say this but... honestly... his whole 'cool' speech about wanting to have Kou end him only to give up on the whole idea after exchanging a few sentences with Kou feels.... boring... unsatisfying... not interesting at all...? Comparing him to Tsukasa and Sumire... makes things a lot worse... Tsukasa wanted to be killed by Amane and it happened and he embraced it happily, and now he is asking for it again it seems. Sumire as well, she never asked to be saved from being sacrificed and had that happening to her with a smile on her face then had No.6 finish things with her while she was all happy. Now, between those 2 who live to their words no matter what and Mit 2.0 who changes his mind every 5 minutes... yeah..... not too cool.....

Your plan is achieved, chief. Good job. Thanks for all your hard work. ♡ You can enjoy a cup of tea now while talking about what happened during the time the plan took place. ^^

♡

#Hell of mirrors arc #can we call this a random thoughts post? maybe... an “arc” random thoughts post.

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HeliosR - Sing in the darkness - Chapter 2 - Part 11

Translation of Sing in the darkness from ‘Helios Rising Heroes’, a new side arc alongside the current main story arc Like the dawning light.

Sage: Siiiiiiigh~....

???: Who was that now? Sighing so deeply…..

Sage: Hueh!?

Jay: Hm? A face I haven’t seen before… A fresh newbie from this generation’s rookies?

Sage: Jay… JAY KIDMAN!!!!!!????

Jay: Ooh, looks like someone already knows who I am. I’m without a doubt Jay Kidman, nice to meet you.

Sage: Oo-o-oo-obviously I’d know that out of all things….!

Sage: To say that you’re the face of Helios at the moment is no exaggeration, you’re everyone’s super hero!!! THAT Jay Kidman!?

Jay: Ahahaha, you sound like the fans I run into when I’m out in town

Jay: I’m delighted, but we’re co-workers, remember? I’d like you to treat me frankly without being too formal about it

Sage: Fuh-frankly……

Sage: In a situation where a celebrity on par with major leaguers and movie stars is in front of me, just how do I act frankly…..

Jay: What’s your name?

Sage: Ah! Sage Skyfall!!!!!!!!

Jay: Sage, hm… A cool name.

Sage: T--thank you so much! For Jay Kidma.. No, for Jay-san to say such a thing is the greatest honor!!!

Jay: Hmm, still rough around the edges…

Jay: Either way, Sage. What was that big sigh for earlier?

Sage: Sigh… sigh…. Did, I do something like that?

Jay: Ahaha, already forgot about it, huh. Then that’s fine. My bad for dragging out what made you feel bad to begin with

Sage: N-no it’s just… My mind went completely blank when you talked to me.

Sage: What had me down in the dumps was, like… I was doing an evaluation meeting on my own actually.

Jay: Evaluation meeting on your own?

Sage: Today was the second LOM since getting admitted… And we lost terribly…

Jay: Ah, I see. Did you fight against a strong team then?

Sage: Hmm… I’d say that’s half-correct. North is, or rather Marion-kun, without a doubt a cut above the rest from the same generation.

Sage: But, the matter of luck plays a huge role in who you go up against, so that’s not the part that I have regrets over

Jay: Ooh. Surprisingly, you are able to analyze calmly.

Jay: So what were you evaluating then?

Sage: …Regarding the team’s capabilities, it should’ve been able to turn into a good fight with Marion-kun.

Sage: Even then it was a complete loss, and the biggest reason for it is my own lack of ability…

Sage: Everyone fought in a way that showed the results of their training, and I was next to them unable to do anything in return.

Jay: Oooh…

Sage: When I tried to lend a hand to my teammate, he said “I’ll protect myself by my own means” right back…

Sage: The least I’m able to do at the moment, was not needed in the slightest back then

Jay: You know cooperating is important? You get told that time and time again during your daily training, no?

Jay: Whatever the results may be, having acted in a way that involved cooperating with your teammates is a point worthy of praise.

Sage: …Sensei also taught me how I have to prioritize teamwork.

Jay: Sensei?

Sage: Ah, my mentor…Robin Goodweather, I mean. I refer to him as “Sensei”…

Jay: Aah, you’re one of Robin’s rookies, huh.

Sage: You know about Sensei?

Jay: Of course. I acted as a mentor for the 10th generation. While he wasn’t a mentee under my direct guidance, we did spend those three years side by side.

Jay: He always had a friendly smile on him,or rather he was a guy who I couldn’t quite read due to how he was smiling whenever.

Jay: Haha, I see, I see. He became a mentor and is raising his own rookies

Sage: Uwaaah… To think there’s someone that sees Sensei in such light! It’s truly refreshing♪

Jay: Could it be that you're Robin’s favorite student?

Sage: Favorite student?

Jay: I had the chance to talk with Robin not long before the 12th generation got admitted. At that time he told me about a boy he knows who’ll be joining too.

Jay: He was smiling as he always did, but you could see how happy he was.

Jay: It made me think how there’ll be a kid with a lot of promise joining, and I looked forward to it quite a bit myself

Sage: Sensei, did that…?

Sage: Ahaha…. I love being praised by Sensei more than anything, but it’s making me blush a little to hear it like this from other people.

Jay: Anyone would think of their own student as cute.

Jay: Now with that out of the way…. To get back on track, as someone who only just got admitted, you should properly listen to what your mentor has to say

Jay: In the case Robin said to value teamwork, then you are not in the wrong for having listened to him. Have more confidence in yourself.

Sage: ….!

#helios rising heroes #heliosr #sage skyfall #jay kidman #sing in the darkness

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make way everyone my gf and i were discussing one of our other medsnips that i neglected to mention in my other post BUT.,., priest sniper and "priest" (demon) medic.,. heh.. also let it be known that The Church here means like. chr*stian religion umbrella or w/e lol. don't care about getting any more/less specific atm but just so we're clear lskdfjd

so medic was a human who thought that The Church was total bullshit and encouraged people to question them and their faith in general etc. he ends up being burned at the stake for "crimes" [caught publicly denouncing the church, framed for a crime or like whatever. not dwelling on this part] and comes back as a demon that is dead set (hoo!) on making things as miserable for the church as possible (feeds off of strife and chaos of course), so he travels around and eventually comes upon a church that sniper is a part of. he's been born and raised to be a part of it and continues to do so because it's what he was taught and ever since his parents died he's just been leaning on it extra hard. Very Devout... wanted to make his family proud... etc.....

so medic is eager to start "feeding" off of this establishment and comes across sniper who is one of the first to welcome him ("some people can be rude to newcomers. i always try making 'em feel welcome, so... welcome,. heh.") and medic can tell that sniper is good-hearted and is like hmm... he will be spared from my wrath ^w^! and so things start happening around the church like more gossip starts coming out, food starts going bad quicker, some people leave, etc... and this whole time sniper's been having... really good "luck". his fruits are riper, meat tastes better, etc. strange!

one time sniper and a few others (shitty people) are under some pillar or something in the church and it "randomly" collapses and medic conveniently is right nearby to watch as sniper is miraculously juuust enough out of the way to be completely unharmed. and medic rushes over and is like "mein gott, are you alright!" and sniper's like "yeah!! heh, i must have a guardian angel!" and medic's heart flutters and is like "hoo…! imagine that! >v>"

more under the cut; is a little suggestive, so just a heads up!

so naturally being a lover of gossip and chaos, the confessional is medic's favorite place to be. easy pickin's for a demon like himself and completely private (plus it's not something other members typically enjoy doing so higher ups immediately stuck medic with it), so he's chilling in there doing his rounds reading a magazine etc and someone comes in and is like "d'like to confess... something..." and medic knows that voice.,., it's... sniper.,.,

medic instantly perks up and is giving sniper his Genuine Full Attention and like "yes, go ahead," and sniper swallows thickly and is like "i need help. i think i've been... well, i think i'm sick," and medic raises a brow and is like "well, that can be remedied with medicine-" and sniper kinda cuts him off and is like "no. not like... that." and medic stays silent and sniper tries again and is like "i... i have... feelings... of... (clears throat)... various... complexities.,., for someone." and medic's like "well feelings certainly aren't a sickness. how do you feel that this is wrong?" and sniper's like "... it's... feelings of.... lust." and medic bristles a bit because he's about to be so lethally jealous if sniper has a crush on anyone but him!!

buuut medic knows this feeling all too well and being a demon doesn't mean he's devoid of feelings... he remembers what it was like being a human too! and is like "you should tell the object of our affection.., they would certainly be glad to hear it..." and sniper shakes his head repeatedly and is like trying to articulate like yes he has a crush on him but not only that he wants to fuck diabolically nastily with him and medic can like. Sense/Feel the distress coming off of sniper.... and sniper's SOOOOOO sexually wound up and has had the literal fear of God put into him and medic's like ;_; would never judge him for this... wants to help Sexually but also emotionally... :'(

and medic's like "well, why don't you walk me through your pain. tell me about it a bit more in depth. these feelings surely aren't sinful-" and sniper cuts him off and is like "but they are! y'don't get it, i.., the things i want him to do to me...!" and basically starts dirty talking (accidentally.. SD:FK:SDF) to medic and medic's like ok genuinely? lord have mercy and they're both all wound up and at this point medic's trying not to transform because sniper's lust is like. palpable to him and its delicious but he also doesn't want to scare sniper.,.!

[not going to post nsfw itself here despite the copious amounts i've written of it for this LOL but pretend i did. it just jumps from here becuase we're still sorting out exactly how medic reveals himself as a demon but they're getting hot and heavy we'll just say that.]

when medic reveals himself (all of the things sniper's feeling + what medic himself is feeling it becomes literally impossible to stop his transformation) sniper's like shaking and is like "oh my god. oh my god. oh my god please don't kill me, i'm sorry, i'm sorry!" and medic cups sniper's cheek and is like "your... guardian angel would never hurt you.,, darling michel.,." and sniper's like WHAT ALL OF THAT WAS YOU THIS WHOLE BLOODY TIME????? and medic grins (rows and rows of sharp teeth) and is like "hee hee.,. guilty...! ^v^" and the more they fool around [redacted amounts of smut lskfsklddjf] medic's pupils start going black and red and his voice as a like Metallic Twang to it and he starts growing horns and wings and flaps them excitedly and whacks his tail around (wagging it) and sniper gasps and squeezes his thighs around medic's head tighter (a bit startled) and it just makes his tail sway harder/makes his wings flap excitedly and sniper moans and is like "ohhhhh god!!! <33" arches his back and gasps and medic's like "aheh, please, call me ludwig ^v^" and sniper whimpers his name and medic's like @v@

aaand the rest i'll probably post about on my nsfw twitter at some point HEH (mutuals can feel free to dm me and ask for it)! >:) but i hope u enjoy!! ^v^ <333 like anything else feel free to send asks about them or whatever u wanna do heh!! <3

#medsnip #dutchfoolery #demonpriest medsnip #this one was also Birthed From H*rniness before Plot so . yeah do with that what you will #aSDF:LAKSD:LFK

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hello love! i already read your reply the night you sent it but i was way too tired to string two sentences together and then i got a bit too drunk to answer properly so i’m gonna reply now :) i hope you’re doing alright and you’re having a good day!

without your support it would’ve been a lot harder! you have nooo idea how much i needed some reassuring words last week! (and dog pics! loved the dog pics!) oh he got us burgers from a very fancy burger grill place, like not mcdonald’s kind of stuff but really good ones :) hehe thank you, we had a fun night out :) hmm yeah i do get the concept of self care, it’s just that i don’t really know what i like? maybe i should try and figure that out…or do you have any suggestions for me? i would love that actually, come over!! THIS!! i love taking care of others and it’s so hard for me to take care of myself!

i mean they should be wearing off by now, it’s been three weeks i think, but maybe i’ll just have to talk to my doctor again :// me neither, the first two night in a new place are always the worst for me at least…i hope you got some well deserved rest! mhm yeah, it’s kinda sad. especially when you think about the fact that you’re stuck with yourself forever and the people you put all your love into are not guaranteed to stick around you know? like why wouldn’t i put more effort into the one person i know is gonna be here forever? and what you said totally made sense! i struggle with the high standards i set for myself a lot just because i feel like there’s no way i’ll ever be happy with myself, no matter what i do :/ but then at the same time i think the standards i set for myself prevent me from being an asshole haha :) anyways! oh i get that haha, i have punched a few people (accidentally!!!) that just snuck up on me and touched my shoulder or something :)) hehe yes i remember! with the right people i’m a very touchy and clingy person as well, i just have to give them the mental “okay” i think haha :) well, if you’re down? i’d be alright with it hehe ;)

hmmm okay, just let me know if there’s anything else i can do to make it a little easier for you ;)

yeah, i wish we as a society would just get a little more comfortable around “uncomfortable” emotions…but i suppose that’s not gonna happen anytime soon :/ yes i agree! especially if you’re an ugly crier like me haha, it’s not a pretty sight to see :) i’m very glad to hear i’m not alone in feeling that way haha, i always thought it’s sort of weird haha… no you’re right, if it works it doesn’t matter! after you said that i thought about a few situations i’ve been in that i thought we’re super embarrassing…but really they weren’t! because if they happened to someone else i know i wouldn’t care for a second haha, very useful strategy you taught me!! doesn’t matter whether you know the word or not, i understand what you were trying to say! umm okay, i’m sorry! i didn’t mean to make you tear up *wipes your tears* it’s just something i do i guess? yeah i understand, sometimes i feel like that as well and then the only thing that helps is hearing everything is still alright.

well, in that case i’ll go with the standard shipping option, next day delivery would be nice but i don’t think that’s gonna work out financially for me :) very generous return policy, although i don’t think i’ll need it ;)

high school p.e. was the worst!! very weird concept to just force kids to exercise in front of their 30 classmates haha :’) i’ve never heard of netball before and i suppose that’s a good thing? i mean that sounds like a nice way to spend a p.e. lesson! when you forgot your stuff at my school you had to wear the clothes your teacher handed you (because they had like backup shirts and shorts lying around??) or you good a bad grade and that was NOT cool haha :// it IS the exact opposite of what you should do!!! please don’t stare and move on if someone’s taking care of the person who passed out! but also i understand that it’s difficult for one teacher to manage 30 other kids while i’m on the ground not feeling well. OOOHHH JUST REMEMBERED AWKWARD THING I BURIED DEEP IN MY BRAIN! i had to do physical therapy for an injury once and the lady asked me to lay down on my back on this table thing (which was weird enough already because you know, laying down in front of people is super embarrassing) and being the IDIOT that i am i laid down on my STOMACH, THEN REALISED I WAS WRONG AND HAD TO SHUFFLE AROUND ON THIS TABLE THING TO LAY ON MY BACK ALL WHILE THE WOMAN WAS WATCHING ME!!!!!! i must’ve looked like a stranded whale trying to get back into the ocean haha…anyways! i hope you had fun reliving embarrassing memories with me :) if you have a list please tell me more haha, i’d love to hear more :) and that’s the exact reason why i’m not using umbrellas anymore! not making a fool out of myself like that again in public! (i have limited options in visualising what i’m trying to say so using this (— and this )— was my best bet haha, i’m glad it entertained you a bit)

well, no need to worry! you’re doing amazing! awww that’s very sweet of you to say! i mean most of the mean stuff my brain says to me just stays inside my head but sometimes it gets…a bit much…and that makes it very hard not to believe myself you know? but now i’ll just tell you so you can say it’s not true! :)

Hello, am back from coffee (and shopping😑) now. Warning: I have had an awful headache for like… 2 days now, and waking up with one has put me in a foul mood, but I’m hoping answering this will cheer me up. (I’ve been adding to this throughout the day but my head has stayed consistent in it wanting to murder me, so I’m so sorry it’s come to you so late🤦).

I’m so glad I helped, but please make sure you’re giving yourself enough credit darling (I am always equipped with dog pics, so many dog pics… and cat pics…). Mmmmm yum! Uhhhh suggestions…… um okay so what I tend to do is play on the xbox, playing games and stuff is a good way to unwind. Uhhh I guess in a way sometimes I nap as self care? I’ve never been super into going on a walk to unwind (because where I live isn’t particularly an unwinding walking place🤣) but I think that’s a popular one. I dunno, it’s just whatever you want to do. Not anything you need to do, but you want to. I think at the very least once a week people should do one activity that is not done in the name of productivity or for any particular goal other than “I want to do this, so I’m doing it.” But it can be literally anything. Idk what you’re into, but if you’re artsy then you could draw or make something, or if you really love music then you can listen to music or sing to music or dance to music, as long as you’re not doing anything productive alongside it. It could be anyyyyyything. Also I’m running out of ideas now🤣. I’ll literally be there in a heartbeat, I love taking care of people, it’s one of the few things I’m really genuinely good at. And it would be my pleasure to come and take care of you🫶🏼.

Aww nooo, I really hope side effects are wearing off now and you don’t have to talk to the doctor again☹️. YES, we have ourselves forever and that’s for certain. For as long as I live, this body will be with me, so why place more worth in others than me? Why are other people so easy to love and myself so much harder? It’s gotta be one of the saddest things about humans. And I feel like with our standards for ourselves… there’s gotta be a balance to it but it’s so hard to get it right🤦. I remember when I first started working at the pub I used to work at and before people knew me I was constantly jerking away from people when they’d pass me and do that thing where they like… touch you to move you? Like a hand on the arm or the shoulder? Ugh it was awful for weeks. But then people caught on to that I didn’t wanna be touched and also I got closer with them so it wasn’t so bad as well. That makes sense, like… must be pretty hard to be touchy with people you barely know? I dunno, makes me uncomfy thinking about it sort of🤣. Well of course I’m down🙄nap date with such an adorable sweetheart? Who could turn that down? (Answer: not me!)

Oh don’t worry, I will😉I’ll have to have you make it up to me somehow…

I agree (hello. I fell asleep about here for an hour. So if the tone or whatever changed, that’s why🤣). Uncomfortable emotions aren’t always bad, at least not always in the long term. There’s a discomfort in so many things that end up being good in the end. I dunno, I think if people go through life avoiding every scenario where there’s a possibility of discomfort or pain then they’re gonna miss out on a lot of brilliant moments. Like some of my best moments involved taking a chance and being scared, or doing something that I feel is embarrassing or doing something I know will hurt, but in the end will benefit me. And the truth of it is, you can’t avoid uncomfortability. It’s gonna happen. So why not just accept it’s gonna suck big time for a while and hope that it’ll come out all okay in the end? And maybe make the best of the discomfort if you can? Fun things are usually scary, imagine how much fun would be missed if people took the discomfort as a sign to not do it🤷. I’m glad my strategy has helped you see that they weren’t actually embarrassing then!! We shouldn’t be embarrassed simply for existing and doing normal people things and sometimes you just need to see it from an outside perspective😌. Don’t apologise😭you’re so fine. That’s just the sweetest thing I’ve heard and ahhhh you’re awesome. I’m glad I’m not alone then🫶🏼I always feel super bad about having to ask if people hate me yet🤣

Hmmmmmm, now… you can’t go telling anyone this… it’s our secret. But there’s a super secret sweetie discount, it’ll give you next day delivery for the grand total of… free!!! But again, our secret. Not just anyone gets the super secret sweetie discount😉. Well aren’t you a little flatterer? Well the return policy is always there just in case anyway😌

OMG AGREED. So weird. I almost never did p.e in school, I hated getting changed in the changing rooms so I’d either take the detention or I’d try and lie and say I can’t do it because I had an injury (this one… admittedly didn’t work often because I’m… not a great liar😑). THEY GAVE YOU CLOTHES TO WEAR??? You poor poor soul😬that’s awful. P.e is bad enough in your own clothes, but in random clothes they hand you??? Nuh uh. Hate that actually🤣. I feel like it’s just… common sense and common courtesy? Like the person passed out is in a very vulnerable situation, so mind your own business?? Idk people are kind of dumb sometimes… and too nosy. HAHA OH NO. THATS SO EMBARRASSING. But again it’s one of those things that shouldn’t be??? Because like… maybe it’s a bit awkward, but not embarrassing necessarily? And I’d say you probably looked like a human turning over from being on their front to being on their back… unless you’re secretly a shapeshifter and forgot to mention it to me? Anyway, of course, here’s some more things that feel embarrassing that aren’t: when you’re walking up a hill or stairs and are out of breath and there’s someone near you and you hold your breath so they don’t know that you are struggling. Why is breathing heavily when you’re doing something physically exerting so embarrassing? It shouldn’t be. Oh when your shoes or a chair you’re moving squeaks really loud. Omg walking across a zebra crossing or crossing the road at a traffic light??? Like why am I suddenly compelled to give an awkward smile and go into that weird half walk half jog thing?? When you go into a shop looking for one thing and then it not having that thing and then having to leave the shop empty handed? That’s embarrassing, dunno why, just is. Also I’m always scared I’m gonna be accused of stealing stuff. Throwing stuff in the bin if you’re in the middle of a lesson? Lifts (elevators) with other people. OMG WHEN YOUR MOUTH/THROAT/STOMACH MAKES AN AUDIBLE NOISE THAT OTHERS CAN HEAR😃and then the awkward explanation being like “woah my throat made a weird sound ha… haha… yeah…” and then realising that no one really took any notice anyway🫣. Sneezing in public is always the worst. Scratching an itch anywhere on your body in public. I have this weird thing with how I’m standing? Like… I can’t stand too still because A: I feel like a weird robot or statue, and B: I can’t sit still for the life of me anyway. But I also feel super embarrassed if I move too much? So basically just standing anywhere is embarrassing for me. Also I forget how to position my arms when I’m standing and I don’t have pockets. WHERE DO THEY GO??? Because my go to is to have my arms crossed, but I’m scared that makes me look like an asshole. Anyway, that’s all for now, hope you enjoyed! It was very clever hehe

Thank you darling🥹. I understand, brains can be very convincing at times, but yes, please do come to me and let me know if your brain is telling you mean things. I’ll gladly tell you that it’s lying to you❤️

#okay #wow I’m sorry #I started this at like… 1 when I got back from coffee and shopping #and my head was killing me #and then I napped for an hour #and then I woke up and somehow my head was worse???#so I drank some water and took some meds and went and laid in a dark room #and ended up falling asleep for like… 3 hours?#then I was woken up because dinner needed to be eaten🙄#and then I finished doing this #and somehow one singular reply took me… 6 hours????#so yeah #that’s the explanation #I hope you’ve had a good day sweetheart🫶🏼#a sweetheart has stumbled into my asks!

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New Start GO! - Work: Chapter 6

Location: Inside Train Characters: Hajime, Tomoya, Mitsuru & Nazuna

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< That night. On the way home on the train. >

Mitsuru: Phew, I’m tired…

Tomoya: It’s rare for you to show that you’re tired, Mitsuru. You’re usually still super energetic at this time of the day.

Mitsuru: Hmm~ There were a lot of new things for me, so I think my brain’s tired, y’know? My body’s fine but my brain is dead~...!

Tomoya: Haha. Only your brain’s tired, huh… That sounds like something you’d say ♪

But in reality, I’m also pretty tired from today’s work. It’s a good thing the train isn’t as packed as it was this morning, though.

Hajime: It was so full to the point we couldn’t move at all. There aren’t that many people now so it seems we can relax before we reach Seisou Hall.

Nazuna: …So what did you guys think about today’s work?

You said you wanted to gain new experiences when you were saying we should accept “New Start Go!”, right, Hajime-chin?

We were definitely busy during the product planning meeting in the morning and helping out the area manager in the afternoon, but did you get a good experience from them?

Hajime: Yes. I was able to experience things I don’t usually get to experience.

I could make good use of my household skills and I received a compliment from the employees too.

I didn’t think the things I do for my family would also be useful in society.

Nazuna: Ahaha. You’re extraordinary, Hajime-chin~ You seemed like a different person from usual since you could do all those things so well.

You left a good impression on the workers from start to finish~ You’re definitely today’s MVP, Hajime-chin.

On the other hand, I felt so bad since I was pretty useless.

It was all new stuff for me so I panicked and made a lot of mistakes. I’m a disappointing “Nii-chan”.

Hajime: No no, I just think we’re cut out for different things.

You were the one who taught me the ABCs of being an idol.

And if it weren’t for your training back when we were new students, I don’t think I would still be here today…

Ahaha, maybe being a normal member of society might be my life calling. Just kidding…♪

Tomoya: Hey, it’s not good to deprecate yourself like that. Those words should be aimed towards me, not you, Hajime.

“Ra*bits” only exists in the entertainment industry because of you, Nii-chan. You taught us everything we needed to know and watched over us.

So now you can rely on us during “New Start Go!”. I’m not as skilled as Hajime, but we’ve also got your back, Nii-chan.

I’ll do my best so they have a good impression of “Ra*bits”.

Nazuna: Sorry for all the trouble~...

Alright, I’ll keep my spirit up and work hard again tomorrow.

…And look, we’ve almost reached our station.

Mitsuru-chin, you were all quiet and looked like you weren’t in a good mood, but are you okay? We’re almost there, so don’t forget to get off, okay~?

Mitsuru: I know! I was just thinking about some stuff, but I’m listening to the important things!

Nazuna: You were thinking about something…?

Mitsuru: Yup. Just thinking about how today was our first day working at a company, but it feels like a waste to go home right away.

They have drinking parties at pubs in office dramas, right? We’re office workers now too so I wanna do something like that, y’know!

Tomoya: Oh, so that’s why you were so quiet…

We can’t drink because we’re minors, you know? If someone took a photo of you drinking, then you’d just be causing a lot of trouble.

If we’re gonna have a drinking party, then we can just drink some fizzy drinks at Seisou Hall.

Mitsuru: Right! That’s what I wanted to say too!

It’s still too early for me to be drinking alcohol, so I wanna head to the nearby supermarket to pick up some drinks and snacks to have a party, y’know? ♪

Hajime: It’ll be easier on our wallets that way too. I’m in.

Nazuna: Then, we’ll go shopping after we leave the gates.

We’ll buy some side dishes and dinner while we’re at it, then we’ll have a drinking party at Seisou Hall.

Mitsuru: Okay! My body isn’t tired at all, so I can carry all the bags!

The party will cheer us up for work tomorrow~☆

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< That night. >

Hajime: Mmm, Zzz…

Hm? This is… the auditorium, isn’t it…?

That’s odd. I was having a drinking party with the others at Seisou Hall and went back to my room to sleep but… This is a dream, right…?

If it is a dream, then it’s been a while. I used to have this nightmare where I’d be performing in front of an empty audience a lot back then.

Maybe I remembered the feeling of doing my best in an unfamiliar environment after working at the company.

“♪~♪~♪~”

That’s the old me dancing on stage.

I have a smile on my face, but I’m sure I was feeling frustrated underneath. After all, I worked so hard to earn money from the “school jobs” to take part in “S2”.

But it’s okay. I know it’s difficult now, but I’m sure those frustrations will connect a pathway to the future…

You’ve got this, newbie idol Hajime Shino.

Ra Ra*bits, love Ra*bits~...♪

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dangerously-human · 1 year

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About what you said here-

"I know that some aspects of my disabilities will be gone when I have my heavenly body. But some probably will remain, because they’re not all bad."

Hmm... Personally, I doubt that.

You still keeping certain traits I mean.

I mean no disrespect when I say that, but, it's just..

The way I see it, God might have chosen to let you have autism so that it could in some way be used as an opportunity to, like you said, highlight his powers, and as a way to make you build up your faith and reliance on him; to help you get closer to him.

But, once you do all that and you *do* succeed and *do* make it into heaven and reunite with God (hypothetically), then that's it. It's done. You're there now, you made it. It has fulfilled it's purpose; you don't need it anymore. So, at least to me, it seems very unlikely that He would make you keep even the smallest fragments of it in your new body, regardless of whether they were painful or harmless to you in your past life on Earth.

Any and all earthly conditions, illnesses/disabilities, habits or traits from our previous lives, whether they were physical, developmental or psychological; whether we were born with them or not; whether they were absolutely debilitating to us or mostly harmless, it doesn't matter what. ALL of them will be removed from us and ereased for good when God gives us our clean heavenly bodies. That's my belief. (And hope.)

But in all honesty, neither of us really know what will happen when we get a new body in heaven, and we'll never know for sure until we actually get there ( *if * we ever get there..).

All we can do right now is speculate.

Just wanted to add in my two cents there.

Hi. Given that you're saying this on anon, I'm guessing we don't know each other. So I don't think you know how this comes across, and I will try to be polite in my response, but this was hurtful to me and I don't think I can or should answer without acknowledging that. I am not responding in anger, but I am responding from a place of wariness.

Autism is not only a bad thing. It is a way of being. I love the comparison to different operating systems on a computer, especially when you consider that one OS might be better at certain tasks than others, but that doesn't mean one OS is actually superior to another (diehard Linux fanatics dni, lol). Some traits can cause problems in some people's lives, but equally some traits (even the same ones) can be actively good in other people's lives, and mostly, it's just neutral - none of it is inherently good or bad. Autism is not brokenness or sin; being perfected would not require me to not be autistic. Now, I can perhaps see some of your point in terms of "there will be neither male nor female, Jew nor Gentile," also examples of neutral identities that won't be the same in heaven as on earth. That said, I think most of that statement is about healing division, not so much that we will no longer be who we are. I have to ask if you'd say the same thing about being a woman having fulfilled its purpose and being no longer needed when I'm in heaven. You know what I mean? Like, sure, it's going to mean something different here on earth, but it's not "unclean" or a problem to be solved or a hindrance to overcome in being made complete. In fact, there are ways in which I am a better Christian for being autistic - things like special interests improving my biblical learning, or, as a friend (the lovely @loubuttons) recently taught me, an emphasis on rest and listening to the Lord. I know our understanding of what heaven will be like is imperfect, but I don't see anything in the Bible that says we won't have personalities or will be uniform templates of people. Honestly, it reads to me that you're still on an understanding of autism as being separate from a person, but that makes no more sense than saying I'm a person with femaleness or a person with whiteness or a person with born-in-the-90s-ness - it's a neutral thing that is part of who I am and gets expressed in my life in a variety of ways. When I see Jesus face-to-face, I'll have a chance to ask him more about this, and it will be very cool to learn more about the purposes behind how each of us was made.

Last thought for now: respectfully, if this is something you or anyone else wants to talk to me about, via asks or messages, I'm very open to it but I ask that you sign your name to it moving forward.

#personal

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just-a-small-obsession · 2 years

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The Flower Shop Owner

Chapter Five

Roses, the simplest form of the saying I love you. Pink roses symbolize happiness, and white roses, many go for the meaning of purity or innocence but another meaning is that someone is saying that they are worthy of you. These flowers are perfect together, especially for a wedding celebration.

The sun has risen over the horizon and a penguin has sat down for the morning feast. "What a beautiful morning, the sun is shining, birds are singing. They say that fortune favors the brave, they have a saying in your country, Olga?"

"Ya ne ponimayu."

"I have no idea what you are saying."

"Vash zavtrak gotov,"

"It's not important, what is important, is that I have found someone, what good is love if it's one-sided? I have no choice but to confess my feeling to Ed."

"Da"

"Now that, I understand. It means yes. My mother taught me that, she use to tell me that 'life only gives you one true love Oswald when you find it, run to it'. So that is what I'm going to do. I'm also going to enroll you in an ESL program you should learn the language if you're going to work here."

The woman gave an irritated face while gathering dishes and returning to the kitchen. The penguin indulgences in his meal as the day slowly begins for others.

"How do you tie a tie?"

"What?"

"Vic you wear ties all the time you must know how to."

"Why are you wearing a tie? It's just the bird, you don't need to dress to impress." Victor walks in front of me and grabs my black tie and straightens it and fixes my collar on my white cotton shirt. Today was again an important day, I am accompanying the mayor to a school for pictures and whatnot for the papers. My job is to hand each teacher as well as the principal flowers, the bouquet I have chosen are clusters of Angelica's, they are a representation of inspiration. My outfit was rather simple, a white cotton shirt, black tie, dress pants to match, and of course some black heels just for the added cliche. Victor finishes and holds my face in his large hands, "I'm not working today, you know where I'll be." Victor had strange hobbies, one of his hobbies is stalking me. I use to not notice him but over time he became easy to spot, it's like he is my shadow. This wasn't because I need protection it was about him being involved while still keeping a good distance. "Stalker mode is on" I giggle and cup his face as well, "you know they don't know my last name, if I told them you would have to worry about them talking to me in a bad way." "This isn't about last names, it's about you having and deserving respect." "Well, if they do slip up, they'll wish they never opened their mouths, just like you taught me Rockstar." I kiss his pale lips and push away for him and twirl. "How do I look?" "You look like an unpaid intern." He chuckles at my unimpressed stare.

I proceeded to give every teacher their flowers, each placed in simple vases with a card attracted. This was done before both men came to the school for media presents, a pride-filled smile shown as I wait in the front lobby for them to arrive. Twenty-five minutes passed and the mayor was welcomed inside and makes his way to me. "Ah, I see you're here already hope you weren't waiting long." He said in a calming tone "not at all sir." Answer him we share a nodding of heads and head to the first classroom.

"This is our third-grade class." the principal said as she guides us to them. Cameras flash at the three of us when we enter. "How many more grades do we have to visit?" "This building is a K through twelve building" "Twelve?" "Mm-Hmm." "We don't have to see every single class, do we?" I hear the two men next to me say to each other, the principal butting in soon after. "Mayor James used to read to the children." "Aubrey James is illiterate, ma'am" "perhaps we should move on." As they bicker with one another I see a quiet little boy sitting by himself at a table away from everyone else. "Excuse me but who is the little boy over there?" I say to the principal as I point him out. "Oh that's luke miss, he's new here." I look over to the mayor and his partner "perhaps we should help him yeah?" I make my way to the boy with the mayor following close behind. The closer I get to him I see that he's drawing, "hello luke my name is Y/N and this is Mayor Cobblepot." No answer was given, "why aren't you playing with the other children?" Mr. Cobble put says to him, "what if they don't like me?" I see an opening for Mr. Cobblepot to interact with the kid so I take my place beside his green-attired partner. "Did you send the flowers out already?" "Of course, I came here early so that it wouldn't be a pain." I look around the room and take a look at the other kid's projects, some were very messy or disorganized, but that's expected in children. "I'm assuming that you find this enjoyable?" He grabs my attention with this sudden question. "Well kinda" "do you like kids?" A pause was given, "not really but it's complicated Mr.--" Suddenly realizing, I don't know this man's name, my cheeks feel hot for the somewhat embarrassment I gave myself. "Nygma, Edward Nygma." "Right, Mr.Nygma" our conversation was short-lived as the boy Mr. Cobblepot was talking to ran to the other kids. Both Mr.Nygma and I walk to the mayor.

"He just needs a little push that's all."

"I'm in awe of you Oswald."

The penguin sees an opening for the invite of his feelings.

"Ed? There is something is like to discuss in a more private setting, shall we say dinner at the mansion, eight?"

"I'll pick us up a nice bottle of wine."

Returning home this early was out of the ordinary for me. Normally I would go back to the shop and work on orders but surprisingly those were done and out in the delivery truck with the workers. Calling victor was the first thing I thought about when I got home.

"What's cooking good looking"

"Nothing much just got home, you coming too?"

"The girls are having issues with the shipments we are expecting so it won't be for a while."

"Don't be too hard on them remember the last time you gave them a hard time because of a misunderstanding"

"It wasn't a misunderstanding, it was arson"

"Don't you love arson?"

"When I do it, not them."

"Speaking of arson, have you seen my tan folder I think I left something in there"

"Didn't you give to the green man?"

"Oh my God!!! I forgot to pick it back up!"

"You want me to go and get it for you, love?"

"No, you need to help the girls, I'll get it. oh and tell them that I'm going to need them for Mario's delivery."

"Alright, I'll see you in a little bit cutie"

"see ya rockstar"

Shutting my flip phone I grab my purse and slip on my old worn-out sneakers. Victor and I own two cars, the main black one we drive and is usually used for victors jobs. The second one is the exact same just cleaner looking. Hopping in I make my way back to Mr. Cobblepots mansion.

The sun is starting to set as I pull into the front of the mansion I walk to the door and knock. Clenching the strap on my purse I wait for someone to answer. The same woman from before stands before me with an unfazed expression. "um Hello, I seemed to have left something here when I was last here do you think I can come in a get it?" I ask her, with a raise of an eyebrow she moves out of the way and I walk through the door. The smell of various foods fills my senses as she leads me to the dining room where Mr. Cobblepot sits with a cane in his right hand. He seems excited and sits up till he looks at me disappointedly.

"I'm sorry, I hope I'm not interrupting something" he seems taken back and clears his throat.

"'Miss y/n, no you're not I'm just waiting for Ed"

"You're having dinner with him, that's sweet, I'm here for my file I forgot to grab it." I smile at him. He nods and snaps his fingers to get the working woman's attention. "Please get Miss y/n's file it was on ed's desk" she gave a nod and walked away. "Please sit." He motions to sit in the chair next to him. Sitting down I look at the table that was filled to the edges with fruits and dishes. The chair at the other end with plated like Mr.Cobblepot's, it didn't take me long to see that this must be a date between the two.

"I don't mean to assume anything but, is this set up for a date with Mr.Nygma?" I ask and his face turned pale and I could see that he was clenching his jaw. "That is none of your business." he seems angry. I put my hands up in protest, "no please don't be offended, I don't mind, I understand you see" I show him my finger that occupies my wedding ring. His shoulders lose their tension, "You're married?" I nod and smile. "Yes for two years." "I should have guessed it in the first place I mean look at you." taking that as a compliment I give a shy laugh. "Dates can be scary, but you know Mr. Nygma so this dinner is just to ask him if your feelings are returned." "That was the idea of it yes, I'm sure you and your partner had a date like this."

"Oh yes, it was very non-traditional." We both share a laugh and his maid enters once again with my folder in hand. I get up and push in my chair to grab the folder, "Thank you, and again sorry for interrupting I hope everything turns out okay Mr. Cobblepot."

"Please, Call me Oswald from now on, I consider us friends now."

"Of course, Oswald, have a great night."

Victor and I are home together at last. My whole body relaxed when I put on my pajamas and drove into my cheese pizza slice. I won't say Victor has the tastebuds of a child but, with him sitting across from me with a fruit punch juice box in hand it's hard to say. The interaction me and Oswald had swam in my head. "Do you remember our first date?" "It was at Dan's Dinner on a Friday night at around nine, it was cold that night so you wore a white coat and matching hat." "Jesus Vic, you remember that?" "Never met someone who wore white in Gotham so confidently." "It was barely confident like it was the only coat and hat I owned at the time." Victor huffed through his nose. "You've got better at being confident." "Being together with a hitman will do that to you." amused I walk to Victor and kiss him on the crown of his head.

The yellow light that filled in that household warmed both bodies on the opposite sides of the window and never matched the rainy and foggy atmosphere that was the corrupted Gotham City.

#victor zsasz x reader #gotham x reader #dc villains x reader #victor zsasz imagine #edward nygma x reader #oswald cobblepot x reader

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ofthepuzzle · 9 months

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1, 9?

Interesting Questions for MUNS: ╰┈➤@keithhoward

1. Would you say that ever since you started writing for your muse you have become more similar to your muse? In what ways?

This brings me back when I first started musing Atem. Back in 2012 when I was sixteen and around the first time I discovered rp. I may have rped him for a while until I took a break to focus on my studies. And eventually, in late 2020 after the PS5 was released— after the numerous times I came across the Kaiba PS5 memes I became nostalgic about ygo. Wild. A funny meme can do that. And I started musing Atem again. I made an rp account for him in another site until I moved to Tumblr in March 2021. And since then I haven’t abandoned my muse. He’s the only muse ever that I have been role playing without breaks. My interests used to fluctuate but now regardless of what new series I get into ygo will always remain in my head and my muse will remain as strong.

And now, onto the actual answer to the question. Hmm, I don’t want to say oh yes ofc because again— Atem is beyond amazing and I am just— me. Then again he can be relatable. After all, sometimes we pick muses that we can relate to or have similar traits to ours. He’s the perfect balance of social and reserved. Can be completely chill until his smug side manifests, or becomes emotional depending on the situation. And the way he handles it— he oftentimes has doubts and overanalyzes but even when he’s alone he knows his worth and what his mission and priorities are. I appreciate it, I can feel close to it. I even use that as a motivator when I’m feeling down, so I become sure of what I am and what I do. Another thing, I apparently often play characters who have strong familial relations with their parents. The main factor is that the parents taught them to love and protect what’s important to them. The same way Atem's and my parents do. Another, Atem as a dark and eventually light character. I often perceive this as when my former self was empty, disorientated, still searching for what my lifetime goal is. Until I found it, ground myself, improve my skills, and become a better person overall. Atem is as selfless as he’s confident and I think that’s a commendable trait that I want to follow. You can be confident but be humble too. Confidence stems from your achievements and how you are as a person. Do good, be good to others. You have no time for unnecessary theatrical work. Focus on what matters. That’s what Atem has taught me. Also, the way I write how he talks sometimes I type like that I suppose. It’s nice when a character rubs off on you in a positive way.

9. Has your muse taught you anything about yourself and/or the world?

I didn’t realize how similar this question is to the one above. Technically the first part about what Atem taught me was written in my previous reply. But I can also add that he taught me not to think that if I’ve hit a wall it’s the end of the world. There is a way out. Whether it’s now or later, it will come. And everything will be alright. To believe in your strengths. And he taught me the world is filled with good and bad. But that is not under your control, so don’t worry about it. What is under your control is what you will do to contribute to it. What trace you will leave behind yourself when you leave this world. Good always beats evil. It’s never too late to redeem yourself as well. Yami has done shadow games but was taught that violence isn’t the answer. And that’s right. He eventually is shaped into a better person with a better moral perspective. That goes for the rest of the characters as well. Overall— virtue is the root.

#— ask replies.//#ooc.//#keithhoward #thank you ♥

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smileysuh · 2 years

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Hiii I have a question. So I'm part of your patreon and noticed something that I was simply curious about.

In your patreon posts sometimes certain words or phrases are bolded, usually when writers do that it's because they're following a prompt with that phrase...i was just curious if there was any particular reason.

Love all your work but I have to say meanie sandwiches are my fave 🤤

oooh yes hello!!!!

the short of it is: i like bolding words that have impact!

and the long of it is: an example-oriented analysis below the cut ;)

so just to start- i was taught in school that there's emphasis- and then there's... emphasis.

I've seen the emphasis on emphasis shown in this sentence told 7 ways-

1: I never said she stole my money

2: I never said she stole my money

3: I never said she stole my money

4: I never said she stole my money

5: I never said she stole my money

6: I never said she stole my money

7: I never said she stole my money

and when you add bolds- you can do even mORE with controlling just hOW people may read/verbalize what's being said into their own mind while reading, you know?

pacing- intense characters that have good control of the room are good with strong one-liners or just lines that do punch after punch-

for example

“See?” he practically purrs. “And do you know what that means, baby? That your pretty pussy is wet just from the sound of my fucking voice- It means you’re a sinner.” The gamer chuckles, then his mood shifts drastically. “What would your new little boyfriend think, hmm? Would he be turned on by the fact that you’re a needy little cockwhore? Or would he be upset- that you’re only ever a good obedient little slut for the master who trained you?” - paperclip

versus

boldened words make the reader slow down- they stand out from the paragraph- and yeah :) I've been adding them to be more precise with my vision for the dialogue of some of these dudes :)

and oof thank you for your patreon support and comment about loving meanie best- they're a pretty dynamic duo :) after a quick look through- Mingyu and Wonwoo don't have AS many boldened words as some other people i write for- *like hyuck* but they have their own interesting uses for bolds-

like in this line:

You feel bad because it had been your mistake, not Wonwoo’s- he had known all along- in fact, he’d even said, speak of the devil, and what does the devil wear? “Prada is in every season-” Mingyu continues while Wonwoo adjusts your thighs over his shoulders - celebrated

the boldened sections in this case kind of do a question and answer thing while also touching on a common saying "the devil wears Prada," but because the saying isn't a direct word for word, the bold was used to highlight the sentiment/flow of the repurposed phrase in a way that would visually make it more cohesive :)

it turns into something maybe more like this:

in fact, he’d even said[...] speak of the devil [...] and [what does the devil wear]? “[Prada] [...] is in[...] every season-”[...] Mingyu continues while Wonwoo adjusts your thighs over his shoulders - celebrate

writing is so fun- there are some rules, but for bold and italics- you can play around and i think there's so much more that can be added when you take your time at certain moments through a fic with pacing in bolds :)

goodness, hope this made sense :)

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medeasfirstborn · 1 year

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Is it just me, or has there been a big pushback against bl lately?

It's not you. It's a lot of western audiences who don't understand how bl originated / how the term fujoshi was used in japan when it started. (Long post under the cut)

I'll link to a post which was really good at detailing the word here. Go read the full thing if you want, there's a lot of interesting points, but I'll highlight my favourite parts (For ref: 🍊 - translator, 🍞 - japanese friend):

🍊 There are a bunch of English-speakers who have a really bad image of the word "fujoshi." Rather than just "any women who like BL" they think it specifically refers only to "cishet women who think of gay men as toys without supporting their real rights, or who ask them invasive questions like who's top/bottom, etc." Of course those types of fujoshi do exist, but the original meaning is just any woman who likes BL―not to mention there are a lot of fujoshi who aren't cishet. Plus it's not even an English word in the first place; it's a Japanese word, so it comes across as looking down on Asian queer media, as in "all Japanese/Asian people are like this, but we Americans are enjoying BL the 'correct' way." I think it's inappropriate to push their own definition onto a word even though they don't even know Japanese.

🍞 I finished reading! That does sound upsetting, yeah. Thanks for sharing. I do agree that there are fujoshi who are not cishet.

🍊 Yeah, even though the topic is centered around a Japanese word, most of the people involved don't even speak Japanese, so it's amazing how confident people feel in making such strong assertions...

🍞 Well fujoshi is something of a self-deprecating term used by women who fall outside of the norm because they enjoy m/m romance. That's really all it meant, at least from the 90s to the early 00s. Men also sometimes used it as a derogatory term.

🍊 Yeah, that's the origin of the word, but instead of "we're 'rotten' because we've failed as women for not fitting into the norm" some English-speakers interpret it as "we're 'rotten' because m/m romance is dirty."

🍞 I can promise that's not it.

🍊 I know, but even if you tell them, they don't listen.

🍞 I was in the literature club since middle school, and my advisor was someone who had been around since the dawn of fujoshi and Comiket. They taught me all about their lived history so I know all this for sure. Why won't people listen...? The enjoyment of m/m romance (at least when the term fujoshi was first coined) created a new type of woman who didn't belong to the cishet female romantic ideal and who actively enjoyed sexual love without concern for others' affairs. They destroyed the concept of passive women who fall in love and are pursued by men, and that's why fujoshi are amazing.

🍊 Yeah, that's why it feels like people are looking down on Japanese/Asian queer culture and history. Or not even looking down on it, but completely ignoring it.

...

🍞 To be honest, I think there's still a lot of sexism among otaku (especially around Western nerd culture that cishet men tend to like, such as fantasy & TTRPGs).

🍊 That's true, there's a lot of sexism in otaku culture... But actually, this time most of the fighting is among fellow queer people, so it's even messier. What would you call this, fighting amongst ourselves?

🍞 It's amazing that people fight over such silly things... It's really sad. Hmm, I guess you would call it infighting?

🍊 Well there's also a difference between American queer culture and Asian queer culture, so the stories we tell in BL are different.

🍞 Oh yeah, I do feel like they're different.

🍊 Yeah, some people think that fujoshi are all part of the oppressive cishet majority, when it's really the opposite.

🍞 No way―they have no idea of the discrimination and contempt AFAB people face in this country for daring to actively enjoy sexuality.

🍊 I feel like in Japan, the people who hate fujoshi are mostly the people upholding cishet society, while in America the people who hate fujoshi are fellow queer people who should be allies but who misunderstand things.

🍞 Oh, it kind of feels like in the 90s or so when the Japanese gay community first became aware of fujoshi. At the time they hated them because they felt like they didn't understand what it was like to be a minority so there was a lot of miscommunication. Fujoshi were called "fumanko" [lit. rotten cunts] and discriminated against. But later on most fujoshi realized it was just an issue of miscommunication, leading to the creation of various works (around then is when a lot of BL started to have more character diversity such as muscular characters or older characters) and eventually bringing us to where we are today. It sounds like the same history is repeating itself.

🍊 Yeah, it's not like I think everything fujoshi make is perfect, and I think it's good to have more dialogue with the gay community, but it's not like nothing has changed since the 90s. But now not only is history repeating itself, to make things worse there's also a language barrier this time lol

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🍞 The idea of fujoshi who are only into frail bishounen who look like women isn't very realistic (though of course they exist). I also think it's good that there are more scenes where they use condoms.

🍊 Besides, even if they do like frail, feminine bishounen, I don't think there's any problem as long as they respect real-life gay people.

🍞 I agree. That's just a fantasy, after all. On the other hand, I think the gay community in Japan has a big misogyny problem too, so it really goes both ways.

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🍊 Why does BL have to be more conscientious [in portrayals of mlm]?

🍞 I think it's because women's fantasies are held to a higher standard. At the time (90s), a lot of gay people complained that fujoshi's works weren't realistic, and that they were just a bunch of women's silly games and fantasies. So people have worked hard since then to make more realistic stories.

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🍊 Oh, but something that's specific to the English discourse around this... Most of the people saying this actually like BL.

🍞 ?? Huh??

🍊 But since they can't read Japanese they don't realize that all of the Japanese artists they follow have "fu" in their profiles. There were some people who got blocked after pointing it out the other day. But it's because to them, the definition of "fujoshi" isn't "any woman who likes BL" but rather "the bad women who like bad BL."

🍞 Oh no, I can't deal with this. It feels like they're contradicting themselves. I also feel like they're also not considering how many gay trans fudanshi (former fujoshi) there are...

🍊 Yeah, so it started as a misunderstanding about a loan word, but people won't listen when we try to clear up the misunderstanding...

🍞 There are also a whole lot of lesbian fujoshi. That sounds super appropriative and racist to me...

🍊 Exactly, so not only is this a similar situation to Japan in the 90s, but there's also a racial aspect on top of it.

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🍞 Up until the early 2000s there were a lot of fujoshi who didn't really care about makeup or fashion. Then, after being recognized by the gay community as I mentioned, and then being covered more by the media, people developed a stereotype of fujoshi as ugly and gross, and so a lot of them started paying more attention to makeup and fashion (almost like camouflage). Personally I think the history of fujoshi overlaps a bit with the history of feminism.

🍞 Yeah, I think that image [of modern fujoshi being fashionable] is thanks to all the work people have put in over the past twenty years. Well, there are a lot of women who don't really want to wear makeup but are forced to do so by societal pressure, and I think you could say that that pressure is even stronger for fujoshi. Like "if you want to express your sexuality freely, at least have your appearance be feminine in exchange." I think it's ridiculous to have to choose between freedom of either body or mind. In other words, as long as they exist in this world as women, fujoshi can't physically escape from cishet male society. Actually, I think BL was born out of the desire to at least be free in mind, if not in body. You can see that from the use of the word "joshi" implying they're not even thought of as adult women.

🍊 I see... I do think that it's difficult for Americans to understand the discrimination and pressure women face in Japan.

🍞 Yeah, I think so too. Maybe the American otaku community doesn't understand how hard it is for women in Japan to freely express their sexuality, or what it's like to not even be able to get angry at or sue for discrimination or harassment. Maybe they don't understand the fear of existing not as a man, nor even as a woman ruled by male society, but as an even lower class than that. I've been watching foreign gay media since I was a teenager, and I was always envious of how freely they seemed to be able to express their sexuality.

Anyway, as 🍞 pointed out earlier, there's a lot of weird racist undertones to the specific hate directed towards bl. It's made worse when white people think they can write better BL without being 'problematic' by virtue of...being white? I guess? Lmao. (Yes I'm talking about that lame ass heartstopper thing, as well as the recent rise in white people plagiarising danmei or claiming they can write danmei/wuxia/xianxia instead of...writing a gay story based on their own culture?)

A lot of it comes with people wanting to be morally superior over having an opinion because people want to feel good and right about things but wont bother to put in the effort to learn about it because thats too much work! And they know their opinion is the morally right one anyway 🙄!

The fact is it doesn't matter what your opinion is! A lot of BL/Yaoi works are queer and tell unique stories. And a lot of them are also just idealised porn. And it's ok! Because both are a self indulgent thing or a way for creators to express and explore their identities.

Are there some people who will fetishize mlm relationships and be annoying as fuck about it (the true sin)? Yes. But that is not at all the majority. Also like idc if you want to sexualise mlm or wlw relationships tbh like, explore what you want just be respectful to irl people (and people online). The fictional things you explore are not real do what you want who cares. This has no bearing on your real life lmao.

Like. Is it important to reflect on why you consume certain works over others and your relationship with that genre? Yes of course. Not for anyone else's opinion of you but so you understand yourself better. But also if you find you are uncomfortable with certain depictions in fiction that's totally okay! Just don't be a dick about it and mandate others share your views. And if that bothers you so much maybe get offline for a bit and go do something else. Social media turns so many people into being more mean spirited than they would be irl.

Also I would encourage ppl to read this translated article that was originally written in by a Japanese person who was harassed by lots of english-speaking users on who they follow. Please understand, most east asian artists don't care about whatever western audiences are talking about when it comes to any sort of bl/ship discourse, they only want to draw what they want and not be harassed:

Favourite screencap from the article:

Extra (Yaoi political compass) - This is funny:

#like. honestly just block these people and move on theyre either young or wont try to understand #discourse #i guess?#most southeast asians also dont care either btw (me) ✌#fujoshi #asks #anonymous

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