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#and I like his channel because for the most part he is just really neutral and 100% focused on chess and not stupid shit

theworldgate · 1 year

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I have to explain what is going on in the UK, because it is absurd.

So, this is Gary Lineker:

He's known for a fair few things over here. He was a very good (association) footballer, playing for England in the 1986 and 1990 World Cups, winning the Golden Boot in 1986, and managing to never get a single yellow card in his playing career. He played for Leicester City, Everton, Barcelona, and Tottenham, before finishing his career in Japan. But if you aren't in your mid 30s, you probably know actually know him him for a couple of other things. The first is the role of spokesman for another Leicester icon, Walkers Crisps (which are sort of equivalent to Lays, but hit different), as pictured above. Despite being a notably clean player, he used to play a cheeky serial crisp thief. I don't think he's done that for well over a decade, but his ads were on the telly a lot when I was a kid and it's a bit like learning that the hamburglar was an incredibly clean (American) football player or something.

The second thing Gary is widely known for is having presented Match of the Day, the big football program on the BBC, the sort-of state broadcaster, since 1999. He is, incidentally, very well paid for this (though with a consensus that he could get even more if he went to one of the non-free-to-view broadcasters because he is very good at the job). He also has a twitter account. And political opinions. So, the UK government has got itself dead set upon doing heinous stuff that will totally somehow work to prevent people who want to come to the UK making the perilous crossing of the Channel (between England and France). By heinous, I mean "openly advertise that they won't attempt to protect victims of modern slavery" stuff. It's very obviously using a legal hammer to victimise a marginalised group of people in order to win votes. And, uh, I should clarify that by "legal" I mean "using the passage of laws" - the policy is, in addition to all the other ways it's awful, probably incompatible with the Human Rights Act and the UK's international law obligations. Gary, top lad that he is, objected to this. On Tuesday 7th March, he made a quote Tweet of a video of the Home Secretary, Suella Braverman, bigging up the policy, he wrote "Good heavens, this is beyond awful.". This got a bunch of backlash from extremely right-wingers, and then he made the tweet that really got him in trouble (with right-wingers): "There is no huge influx. We take far fewer refugees than other major European countries. This is just an immeasurably cruel policy directed at the most vulnerable people in language that is not dissimilar to that used by Germany in the 30s, and I’m out of order?".

Now, I am not actually subjecting myself to watching a video of Suella Braverman bigging up a cruel policy to say whether the specific comparison of the language to 1930s Germany is accurate. But needless to say, Ms Braverman was amongst the many figures on the right of UK politics objecting to Gary's rhetoric. And here's the part where a fact about the BBC comes in: it is nominally neutral and impartial (and so, of course, is routinely accused of bias from all sides but particularly the right-wing), and has something of a code for its contributors to this effect. Now, that code has previously been applied to Gary Lineker, over a comment about whether governing Conservative Party would hand back donations from figures linked to the Russian regime. But it generally hasn't been applied too strongly to people like Gary, whose roles have nothing to do with politics (such as presenting a "here's what happened on the footie today" show), on the basis that, well, their roles have nothing to do with politics. However, when directly asked about whether the BBC should punish Gary Lineker for his tweets, government figures basically went "well, that's a them problem". But a couple of days passed, and it seemed like Gary's approach of "standing his ground because he did nothing wrong" was working and everything would die down. He was set to get 'a talking to' but not much more than that. The Conservative right, after all their fire and fury earlier, had gotten bored and moved onto something else. And then, on Friday 10th March, the BBC announced that he would be suspended from hosting Match of the Day this weekend. But it could still go ahead, because there are, like, other hosts! Except, well, funnily enough, when you take a beloved figure off air, for making a fairly anodyne tweet, no one wants to be the scab who actually takes up the role of replacing him. Gary's two co-hosts, Alan Shearer and Ian Wright, said that they would not appear without him. People who (co-)host Match of the Day on other days followed suit. The net result is that Match of the Day is currently set to air without hosts, BBC commentary, or global feed commentary. And the solidarity shown to Gary Lineker, over what is very flagrantly actual cancel culture and an attack on freedom of speech (the logic implied is that institutional impartiality requires that no one say anything too critical of the government ever), has continued to grow. The BBC has pretty much been unable to run pretty much any live sports content today, and has resorted to raiding the BBC Sounds archive to fill the sports radio channel. And, as of 17:30 on Saturday 11th March, the situation shows no signs of improvement, though some are calling for the Chairman Richard Sharp, who is separately facing corruption allegations, to resign (yes I linked to the BBC itself there, there is nothing, nothing, the BBC loves more than going into great detail about how much the BBC sucks).

#bbc #gary lineker #football #politics #uk politics #long post is long #text #motd #match of the day

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stevieschrodinger · 3 months

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I don't know, ficlet AU sort of thing.

Alpha Steve has a YouTube channel that, kind of, started by accident. Steve is not the most confident reader, like, at all. The words get kind of muddled and he got into a habit of just sort of trying to rush it, figuring he was going to mess it up anyway, so get it over with, right? And then he just sort of stops reading, even though he enjoyed it, because he couldn't get his brain to slow down and the muddling got worse and...yeah.

So one day, his platonic soul mate bestie suggests he read out loud. To someone. If he reads every word out one at a time, knowing it has to be clear enough for the other person to follow, that'll slow him down.

So, he tries it, but only for Robin. And it sort of works, kind of, and then she hits on him using something so he can only see the line he's reading, like a bit of card with a letterbox cut in it, and...Steve is on fire.

The words don't get muddled up so much, and his reading is slow and even, and he needs to read to someone, and Robin can't always be there. It becomes his own pet project, he reads out little bits of books he likes, parts of articles he has enjoyed, poems, whatever, and starts his own little you tube that has like, five followers, and they're all people he knows.

And then suddenly, almost overnight, Steve finds himself with four thousand followers. A very large portion of them are very clearly Omega, from the comments, and Steve suddenly finds himself with a lot of fans who are using his videos for white noise. He's literally reading thousands of Omegas off to sleep.

Which is...nice. Steve likes it. The hits and followers on his videos seem to settle down after a couple of weeks, and then, after having so many comments about how settling Steve's voice is, how the Alpha is relaxing and safe. Steve thinks fuck it.

As a test, he makes a ten minute video directly for that audience. He builds a nest, films it POV. He films the view of someone walking through the bedroom door, of what they would see as they climb into the nest, then resting the camera on his own chest.

Then he starts talking. Tells the omega how perfect they are, how much he cares for them, wants to protect, keep safe. How soft they are as he pets them, how warm and cosy they are in their nest. How snuggles with the omega are Steve's favourite thing.

He deliberately keeps everything as vague and gender neutral as he can. The video fucking explodes. Goes viral. Millions of hits, thousands and thousands of followers. Robin and the kids think it's hilarious, and encourage him to keep going, claiming he's doing a public service.

Hundreds of copycats spring up, but no one pulls it off quite like Steve.

He knows there are Omega out there getting off to his videos, despite there being absolutely nothing sexual about them, but Steve figures, whatever makes people happy.

He gets so many positive comments, omega telling him how much comfort he brings them. He has some regular commenters that he gets to know, too, which is nice. Sometimes he even takes requests, small things, the colour of his shirt, the time of day he shoots his videos, certain words and phrases.

One supportive commenter always stands out though : EdDio86. Steve's pretty sure he's male omega, and he's always so grateful when Steve posts a new video. The guy clearly has a lot of trouble sleeping, and apparently Steve really helps. They have a little back and forth in the comments, learning little bits about one another. Steve likes this omega.

Steve also gets the impression the omega is sorely lacking any comfort in his life. Considering the length of his comments, the guy never asks for anything.

Until he does.

At the end of a comment, always ever so politely thanking Steve, EdDio86 admits he's 'in a bit of a pickle' and could Steve, please, do a video where 'the omega' is with pup? Could Steve tell the omega that the pup is fine, and healthy, and that the omega is doing good and the pup is okay and everything will be okay...but cool if not. Bit of a weird request, I know, sorry to be a bother.

And Steve suddenly doesn't give a shit about the consequences of just,,,dropping his personal email out into the world like that, because he wants to tell this guy these things personally.

#eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie #alpha steve harrington #omega eddie munson #omega eddie because hes so pretty #you tuber steve Harrington #au

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moremousewrites · 28 days

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Disarm

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Pairing: Astarion/Tav (GN)

Prompt: Astarion and Tav have a secret relationship and are discovered

Tags: suggestive language, light fluff, caught in the act, grinding

A/N: thank you for the prompt! I kept it relatively spoiler free and gender neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Another dingy basement full of traps; terrific. Astarion had been hunched over for at least an hour trying to disarm each square foot. “Whatever's in here better be worth this many traps” Astarion lifted a tripwire from the floor and removed the explosive attached to it.

You sat on a barrel, ready to extinguish the flames with a spell at a moment's notice. Perhaps you were a bit distracted by Astarion's focused expression as well but you weren't too concerned about a trap going off. As you'd learned in your time together, Astarion was very dexterous.

“We could always just set them off and pick through the ashes” you joked, watching him roll his eyes at the suggestion.

“Are you volunteering to be the one to trigger the traps?” he asked, turning toward you. His face looked exhausted but you could see a glint of mischief in his eyes.

You shook your head. “I was thinking about sending Karlach in. She could handle it” you shrugged.

Astarion walked over to you, resting his hands on your makeshift seat, cornering you. “And where are our dear companions now?” He asked, his signature purr lacing every word.

You parted your legs, instinctively, letting him stand between them. Your little situation with Astarion was hard to explain so you never really tried. Of course there was the sex but neither of you really left it at that despite both of your best efforts. You'd hand him the best loot first, letting him greedily hoard it from the rest of the camp until someone would intervene because he didn't really need a channeling staff. In battle, you noticed he'd defend you more than you thought was necessary. Some patterns were just being slipped into. Like how every morning you'd ask how his hunting went the night before. And every night he'd find some clandestine way to touch your hand before you turned in for sleep.

“They went outside. I think they were bored” your eyes flitted to his lips which were moving closer to your own. You stayed still, waiting for him to make the first move.

With a quick turn of his face, Astarion leaned in to whisper in your ear. “Then it seems we're all alone” his voice dripping with desire. You couldn't help but try to squeeze your legs together at the sound of his voice, forgetting he stood between them still. Your thighs pressed against his and Astarion let out a light scoff at your expense. “Eager, are we?” he teased. You felt his lips press into your jaw, traveling across your neck. You nodded your head, a flush blooming across your face.

You let out a small sigh, grinding yourself into him further. As Astarion moved to the waistband of your trousers, a heartstopping voice pulled you from your reverie.

“I FUCKING KNEW IT!” Karlach's voice boomed throughout the basement. Astarion straightened himself immediately, trying to act casual but thoroughly shaken from the intrusion. You were not nearly as composed. You scrambled to jump off the barrel and fell off of it, bruising your ego more than anything else but that was irreparable now.

From behind Karlach you saw Shadowheart, a sly grin across her features. “Well isn’t this a cozy scene. Wyll owes me 15 gold pieces” Shadowheart walked back upstairs, a sway in her step.

You stood up from the ground, irritated. “Aw Tav, you're blushing” Karlach said in a sing-songy voice a school child might.

Astarion put on his most flirtatious drawl and pointed at you, “You're welcome to watch, Karlach but you wouldn't believe how deep that blush goes” he gave her a pointed look through his impenetrable grin. You sent a glare his way.

Karlach raised her hands in surrender and began walking up the stairs. “If you're still looking for loot, keep it. I don't wanna touch it after you” she disappeared behind the door and Astarion looked at you.

“Well, now that the cat's out of the bag,” he held your waist and pulled you close. “Shall we pick up where we left off?”

You rubbed the bridge of your nose and shook your head. “Just disarm the fucking traps, please” you were in no mood to continue what you had started. Astarion chuckled at your frustration and got back to work. You sat on the barrel again, feeling a bit happier than before.

#bg3 #bg3 fanfic #astarion #fic request #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #bg3 fanfiction

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tired-teacher-blog · 2 years

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I stumbled into your work looking for Bakugo content and yours is truly amazing I love how you portrait him!

I was wondering in the case you’re taking request is it possible for you to make hcs of the main trio with a s/o who refuses to kiss him/give them physical affection after a fight just to tease them? not really angsty. Thank youuuu!!!!!!!

Hi sweetie and thank you so much, your words mean so much to me. I had fun doing this so I hope you like it.

Title : Let's talk

Characters : Shouto/ Izuku/ Bakugo/ gender neutral reader

Genre : Headcanons/ fluff

Masterlist

Bakugo :

No matter the reason for your quarrel, Katsuki would never apologize, at least not verbally.

He would however act like a little brat and follow you around the apartment without saying a word.

It's cute, and you love it, but sometimes you feel like taking advantage of the situation and tease him a little.

And that's exactly what you're doing right now. You're sitting on the couch, flipping through the TV channels aimlessly, and waiting to see what Katsuki would do.

He wordlessly plops down by your side -arms crossed- and bumps his knee on yours while observing your reaction.

You give him none, and just marvel at his prominent scowl.

He takes it to the next level and hesitantly places a hand on your thigh. You still give him no reaction.

It's amusing, especially when he finally gives in and straight out asks for a kiss.

You refuse him though, and he gets really really sensitive so he just grabs your hand and leans his head on your shoulder.. And that's when he starts apologizing properly.

He never stops until you actually return his affection.

You don't tell him that you've never really been mad at him to begin with, because you won't hear the end of it if you do.

Izuku :

Wether it's his mistake or yours, he instantly apologizes and promises to never let it happen again.

And while it's endearing to see him trying his hardest for you, that little tricksy part of your nature nudges you to play with him a little.

And that's what you're planning on doing.

So currently, he's clinging to you trying to have a kiss, but you push him away and say nothing, leaving him in a state of panic.

He doesn't give up though, he never does, which is why he'll try other ways to get you to talk to him.

His first plan is to send you lengthy text messages and await a reply. But it never comes.

So he moves to plan B and sneaks you offerings in the form of his favorite limited edition All might figurines, with little cute notes on each one of them. Some of those notes say: "I love you", "can't you forgive me this time?", "I will do anything so please talk to me" and your personal favorite: "All might is here to vouch for my sincere intentions".

That in itself is enough to break your resolve, because you've never been able to resist his cuteness.

So you immediately smile and give in to him, pulling him into a tight hug and kissing him again and again and again, because it's never enough.

Shouto :

He usually has absolutely no clue that you're mad over something, even if he's the reason why.

So you try your hardest to let it be known. And it's not that you want to escalate the situation, no -because deep down you know that he would never intend to upset you- it's just that you want to tease him a little and watch his clueless expressions turn into something else as he comprehends the issue.

So the first thing you're doing right now is ignoring him. He's talking to you, but you're not responding. He's attempting to sneak a hand around your waist and kiss you, but you push him away.

And doing so finally alarms him so he starts getting more persistent and pushy, but you keep ignoring him.

He ultimately gives in, taking a step back. And you almost regret the whole thing when you look at his face and see the most pained expressions.

"Are you breaking up with me?" Is what he says, and you immediately jump in his arms kissing him everywhere and explaining that you were simply playing with him.

His smile returns, but he asks you shyly to never torment him again the way you just did, because the mere thought of losing you is something he can't even consider.

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acoraxia · 7 months

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Patience

Chained Memories AU

(Day 3 of Monkie Destiny Challenge Prompt Month Oct. 2023)

Wordcount: 1.1k

Summary: She’s everything he used to be: reckless, impulsive, impatient. The Huntsman grants him this one task; he’s asked to train her to become the future of this kingdom. She doesn’t listen to him. Doesn’t think straight when she’s in danger. And despite every bone in his body telling him to leave her, Sun Wukong won’t give up on her.

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“She’s your responsibility.”

Erlang’s voice is nature masked in a hollow tune. It never rises in anger, never lowers even in sorrow. He held the young dragon by the scruff, piloting her around as if she were nothing but a sheet of paper to hand in to the right official. They caught her sneaking into the armory, sword and shield on either hand after the doors slammed opened and the room filled with guards—she was handed to Sun Wukong afterwards, bruised and covered in soot.

Erlang’s voice does not allow room for discussion, Sun Wukong knows this by heart. He spent every day of his life getting accustomed to every change in tone, every opening for a discussion, he knows when the Elder Sage’s word is final and when Wukong should remember his place. He does not argue, doesn’t raise his voice, simply accepts his handed task with a neutral smile.

“I hate this,” she snaps, voice full of hurt and vile. She stays on the floor, chest heaving with large puffs of air, eyes unfocused and looking anywhere but him. The guandao she’d chosen is shattered to pieces and Wukong reaches for it calmly, stringing it together with chains of gold and ichor. She huffs louder this time, “I know how to fight already.”

“Your version of fighting, kid, is swinging your sword around like nothing and then wondering why you got bruises.” He stays beside her. Even when she tries to swat his tail away—he stays.

Doesn’t quite know why yet.

She’s nothing like him. She’s reckless and loud. He finds her staring at the portraits and paintings of the palace halls, eyeing each detail with a careful eye, and when he asks what she’s looking for she answers with confidence. She’s looking for their weaknesses. She’s found them—recites them back to him as they walk back to the gardens, and he stays quiet for the most part. Now, he looks at her. Really looks at her and he doesn’t know how to describe her in full.

Or, in a way, he knows who she reminds him of. And that thought alone is uncomfortable.

She’s mid-complaint when he drops the dull end of the weapon against her forehead. “Shush,” he chastises, purposefully bringing his voice to a deeper tone. “To channel your inner strength, child, you have to learn one of man’s greatest challenges of all—”

“How to kill a monkey in less than five moves?” Xiaojiao grins, tilting her head towards him.

“No, how dare you,” Wukong sniffs. He smacks her with the guandao again, just as gentle, and then drags her into a sitting position. He stands beside her before crossing his legs mid-air, his cloud forming comfortably under him. She groans, attempting to cross her legs just the same with more force than necessary. “You’re going to master the art of taking in everything at once while concentrating on one thing.”

“That’s so unnecessary.”

“It’s patience.”

“So unnecessary.”

“What has patience taught you?” Xiaojiao adds, turning her nose up at him. She doesn’t mean it. He’s used to her—well, to say he’s used to her is… difficult, at best. She’s with him everyday at the same hour. They stay in the mortal realm because Heaven forbid the girl is allowed near the peach gardens again. This garden is meant to be a replica. It smells of apricots and peacherines, not the same smell as the original fruits, but it would have to do. Xiaojiao rubs her middle finger and thumb together, staring up at the tree branches, eyes watching its movements as it sways with a small breeze.

She snaps her fingers and a smile forms on her lips when the lowest fruit, unripe and hard, starts to fall from its perch. She opens her hand, ready to catch it—and Wukong slaps it away, the stone fruit smacking loudly against the trunk of the nearest tree, and ignores the loud, unfiltered groan of frustration she lets out.

“Seriously Wukong!” she snaps, pushing the palm of her hands into her eyes, frustration seething out of her mouth in the form of steam.

“What?” Wukong muses, nonchalant. “It was unripe. You were going to eat raw fruit. Checkmate. Sit properly.”

“All fruit is raw,” Xiaojiao spits with a muffled whine, straightening her back. She grunts when Wukong smacks her shoulders with his tail, forcing her to sit in a more proper position. She scowls and he ignores it, lifting a finger up mockingly.

“But it wouldn’t be raw if you had the patience to cook it and prepare it into a nice meal.”

She doesn’t say anything for a moment and he refuses to open his eyes. The words felt wrong from the moment he opened his lips and he does not need the added scoff of laughter she gives him in return. He reaches out blindly and shushes her, gently running his hand down her face.

“You don’t make any sense, master,” Xiaojiao sniffs, finally closing her eyes and breathing out slowly.

“I’m just trying to teach you a lesson,” Wukong murmurs. “Think of it this way: if you rush into things you’ll end up tasting rot and tar on your tongue instead of honey and nectar. Why? Because while you’re busy bashing your way through Heaven’s guards and the scholars and even the yao that attack villages and run around in rampage—you destroy everything in your path. Too impatient to think of a way to save the village without burning it down in the process.”

He lowers his cloud until he’s able to bump his shoulder against Xiaojiao softly. “Do you understand? I don’t want you to destroy anything; I want you to save everything.”

Xiaojiao inhales deeply. Her mouth opens, a light sigh escaping her lungs, and she opens her eyes, now a vibrant hint of red in the center of her irises, her smile wide and full of fangs. “That’s lame,” she beams, and quickly gets up, snatching the guandao from beside Wukong and aims for the fruit that’s furthest from her.

She throws the weapon and catches it when it falls down, several fruit falling from their perches, one of them narrowly avoiding Wukong’s leg. She grabs it and takes a large bite out of it, humming with delight at how sweet it is.

Wukong smiles, a tired exhale leaving him. “What am I going to do with you?” he murmurs softly.

#writers note #lego monkie kid #Monkie Kid Chained Memories AU #chained memories au #❄️🌸#lmk sun wukong #sun wukong #long xiaojiao #lmk long xiaojiao #lmk mei #mei dragon #monkie kid #WOW IM SO LATE #HAHAH ANYWAYS

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sadnightforus · 8 months

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RINGING YOUR LINE (CTY)

ex-turned-bf!taeyang x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS: The breakup was almost a year ago, but he still can’t forget you. It’s very much expressed through the song he produces and posted out of impulse, secretly hoping that you’ll listen to it.

WORD COUNT: 3K.

WARNINGS: hinting that the reader is a cold person (even though they’re not), one cuss word. In the song, the artist uses the she/her pronouns but the reader’s gender is never specified. Not much tbh but it can be a bit emotionally draining. Mentioning Shota as the MVP friend (thx q 💪🏻).

INSPIRED BY: LESSON (โค้ชลงเล่น) BY YUNGTARR.

A/N: well…. I’m not so proud of writing these short stories instead of working on the ones for my series but my brain is not working. Also I deeply apologize if the translated lyrics are not correct. I use google translate for it.

reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated!

In the dimming room of a small studio room, there sits Taeyang, whose headphone is glued to his ears while his eyes cannot tear itself away from a folder that has only one song in there.

He is hesitating, rather more anxious than anything combined as he clicks on google, then looks at the opening tab, displaying his YouTube channel with over 360K subscribers on the site of YouTube studio.

He knows it’ll be a bad idea, a terrible idea even. His mind screams at him to not do it, but the need of expressing his honest feelings is eating him up.

Normally, when his friends ask him how he has been doing, he’ll simply answer with the usual ‘I’m fine.’ but he knows he’s far from being okay. The breakup with you has been hard, even though it was a mutual agreement that you guys are better off not being partners and parted ways on neutral terms that is. Everyday since then, he feels like he doesn’t want to live anymore because he regrets that decision so much.

He should’ve stopped you.

Just like how he should’ve stopped himself from uploading the new song onto the YouTube channel where you can obviously see that. Heck, he thinks you’d think he’s weird for still being unable to get over you.

But too late for that as the new video ‘THEO - Ringin’ Ur Line (Official Audio)’ being posted and he just sighs in defeat, realizing that he makes such a fool of himself with the way he didn’t think of making the video unlisted or even private before it uploads onto the account.

And at the same time, you’re mindlessly scrolling through some apps when you see a notification from the channel called ‘THEO’ uploading a new song pops up on the screen. As much as you pretend not to care, you click onto it, ready to get your heartbroken, knowing that he most likely will never mention or even talk about you in his songs.

Who would get over someone who makes music and especially a catchy one anyway?

But what surprises you is the fact that he makes the song and sings with his own voice in this one, mainly because he’s a music producer. Although his appearance screams very ‘celebrity-like’ due to how good looking he is, he claims that he just wants to lead a normal life with no pressure that comes between his personal life and professional life. He chooses to work behind the spotlight and produces some of the greatest hits for well-known names in the industry. Never once does he put his own personal works out like this.

So what changes?

You sit up to hear the lyrics and observe the song more carefully.

และสุดท้ายรักมันคืออะไร baby เธอตอบฉัน

And finally, what is love? Baby, you answer me.

You scoff at the thought of him having someone new he might be possibly singing about. Clearly, he wouldn’t really sing about you, would he?

บทเรียนสุดท้ายและครั้งที่สองเธอไม่พลาดพลั้ง

The last and second lesson, she didn't fail.

You wonder what he could possibly refer to. What does he mean with this exactly? Love lesson that gives him the kind of pain that is unforgettable?

It’s your cue to go because it’s not even about you.

You feel pathetic for ever assuming that it was about you, the person he sang about. You feel foolish and you’re mad at yourself for that. The cold wind doesn’t help much with warming your body either.

Somehow, you continue to listen because of the charming lyrics and melodies.

เธอตั้งใจทำอย่างนั้น

She did that on purpose.

เธอตั้งใจให้ผมเจ็บ

She intended to hurt me.

You wonder which girl really hurt him and how she managed to do so. Deep down, you wish to have the same effect that whoever did to him in this song.

You sigh as you continue listening.

baby เธอเองก็รู้ว่าใจดวงนี้มันสามารถซ้ำ

baby, you know that this heart can repeat itself.

เธอหยุดได้มั้ย baby ถือว่าผมขอร้อง

Can you stop, baby? Consider that I'm begging you.

Taeyang looks at the time on his phone and realizes something, he’ll forever sit alone and let you slip away from his life for good if he didn’t do something tonight.

He needs you in his life. He needs your love. He doesn’t want to continue to imagine the way you could only say those ‘i love you's' that his brain could only replay of the way you said it so much in the past that it deeply engraved in his mind like a clockwork.

He doesn’t want his heart trembling at the way you look so beautiful in the well kept polaroid of you two in his wallet anymore. He is done with torturing and lying to himself.

Grabbing his car keys, he impatiently waits for the engine to start working and looks around for the blind spots to make sure that the parking spot is empty before driving away.

pretend ว่าตัวผม strong

Pretend that I'm strong

ในสิ่งที่ทุกๆวันขณะในใจผมเจ็บขนาดนั้น

For something that every day in my heart hurts that much

He stops at a flower shop, owned by one of his good friends, Shota. Shota has a talent in rearranging flowers, although he wouldn’t need to utter a word for the customers to roll in because he’s adorable. Taeyang remembers that his first flower ever given to you was from Shota’s flower shop and now that he wants to reconcile you both, he figures that he should do that too.

He pants, upon the hurried travel to his friend’s store. Shota eyes him blankly, but continues to say nothing, waiting for the other person to speak first.

“I need a flower that says forever love. Not roses, obviously.”

“Was that for Y/N?” He questions, although he already knows the answer.

“How do you know that?”

“You can pretend that you’re fine and be strong for our sake, although you’re not really. You still think of them.”

Was the pain so obvious that even Shota, who normally just doesn’t comment and not caring about things most of the time can see?

He really realizes that you’re his better half.

And as for you, you find yourself relating to the lyrics he sings in this song. You truly dislike how reflective it is to your state of mind because you’ve been pretending you’re strong and you’re not hurting everyday.

Both of yours and his heart are aching for one another, wanting to belong as one again.

แค่เห็นที่ต้องเจ็บซ้ำ

Just seeing it hurts again.

เป็นเธอไม่มีสายใยแม้ไม่มีเธอเองก็ไม่ต่างกัน

It's you, there's no connection, even without you, it's no different.

There’s something you can never admit to your friend or anybody else. You’re ashamed to still confess out loud that you’re thinking of your ex boyfriend and that you read both of your text messages with each other.

You can’t understand it. Why can’t you get him out of your mind if he’s not exactly the most ideal man there is?

You sigh, it’s truly unpleasant to be having these late night thoughts where it betrays what you stand for.

Similarly to Taeyang, who also does look at the text messages you both shared, but with a different thought.

He used to take you for granted, but with you gone, he realizes that he had a gem but he was too blind by his own insecurities.

And if there’s no you, then nothing will make sense to him anymore.

“Hyung, your flower is ready.” Shota places the flower on the table, in front of where Taeyang keeps zoning out. The producer grabs the flower, amazed that the younger florist chooses pink asters, knowing that it represents eternal love, innocence and devotion for a person you deeply care about. He then stands up, slams the 10$ and 20$ on the table and screams out before exiting the shop.

“I know you’re gonna charge me 25$ but just accept 30$. Keep the change.”

Shota just shakes his head, sighing before going back to work.

I think about everyday, baby we used to talk.

Now you run away.

But baby I'm still walk.

Driving as fast as he can, he makes it his mission to place his vehicle in a place he knows it all too well. Nighttime has never looked more unexpected and almost scary to him because he can’t predict what is going to happen next. He can only hope that the music he mistakenly and might be posted under the influence of his idiocy conveys what he truly feels about the seperation.

Just only a month and 19 more days until it’ll be marked since a year you both break up. But yet in those days before it approaches, you occupy his thoughts every day and night.

Frankly, you’re the first and last thing he thinks of every single day.

He’s thanking the universe that he didn’t just crash and die right here with the way he’s speeding to you.

คิดถึงแต่โทรหาไม่ได้

I miss you but can't call.

อยากจะเรียกเธอมาช่วยเชียร์แต่ว่ามันทำไม่ได้

I want to call her to cheer me up but I can't.

Whenever he’s having a hard time, he wants to call you. But he can’t.

Whenever he’s happy, he can’t also call you.

And whenever he thinks of you, he can’t do that because you guys are not together anymore.

He wants to hear your voice, soothing his worries or cracking some jokes and laughing out so delightfully.

This trip to your house might be the last time he’ll get to see you. Or his wants will finally be granted.

Baby เธอตั้งใจ broke heart

Baby, you accidentally broke my heart.

You’re supposed to hate him, with the way he sings in this song. This line, a particular line, just like he said, it accidentally breaks your heart into pieces too.

You’re gritting your teeth in anger, were you never that important to him?

Had he never loved you enough that his heart could possibly break at the thought of you, of this too?

Were you the only one feeling this way?

You feel really start to resent him. God, what a fucking scumbag.

The love has never been reciprocated, so why can’t you let the thought of him completely slip out of your mind?

ย้ายความเจ็บปวดเข้าไปที่ broke heart

Move the pain into a broken heart

It’s only around 10 minutes, if without speeding up, until he’ll be at your door, making a fool of himself, without knowing if you still want him back. He doesn’t know if you’re seeing someone new. Because if you do, that flower in the passenger seat that he is meaning to give it to you will be left to rot, as a proof of his undying love.

He doesn’t think that he can ever move past the pain of not having you if the rejection comes through.

I'm still ทิ้งลงถังมันไม่ได้ baby

I'm still can't throw it in the bin, baby.

ทำลงไม่ได้ baby

Can't do it, baby.

Standing in front of the trash bin, you’re facing the most difficult of your life; whether to throw or not to throw every polaroid of you both together.

The song keeps playing, you’re holding 6 polaroids of you and him, which are taken on his birthday. There was a whip cream on his nose that he didn’t bother to wipe before taking the photos because he wanted to look cute and have fun, which you let him. It’s one of the fondest memories, out of every celebration you both had done together and you’re about to throw it away.

But your hand freezes, gripping onto those small pieces of pictures a bit too tightly.

And what happens if you throw it away? Would it only exist in your memories now with no physical evidence? Is that what you’re looking for?

And would you be happy to only have events that exist in your heart now?

What good would it do if you do anyway? You’d still continue to see the ghost of him everywhere you turn.

You can’t throw it away, you really can’t.

มันตัดใจไม่ได้ baby

I can't get over it, baby.

He can’t get over your smile, your voice, your personality, humor or you.

He almost feels sorry for himself that he acts like this, let alone letting you know how he feels.

It’s what he thinks as his car has come to a stop, safely parking itself in an open space era. He then opens the car door, holding the flower bouquet to his chest before closing it and locking the car door.

Something in your mind tells you to stop standing still and keep the polaroids hidden away if you’re not gonna throw it, burn it or even destroy it.

So you listen to your guts as you gently tuck your upper lips, anxious and confused on why did you back out on it last minute.

You know the answer way too well to that question. But you didn’t want to accept it.

เพราะผมรักจะตาย baby

Because I love you to death, baby.

“Ding!”

Your doorbell rings, startles you out of your trance when you’re so busy putting the polaroids back into a hidden box.

You’re confused on who would come to your door this late at night. It’s almost midnight, just only roughly 19 minutes to be exact as you look at the time displayed on the digital clock.

A gut feeling tells you that you might need to open the door as it’ll reveal the answer to everything you’ve been hoping for.

You’ll regret it if you don’t.

Most importantly, you’re hoping it’s him who is behind that door, ringing your doorbell, asking you to be back in his life. But you shake your head at the ridiculousness before you stand up, taking slow steps to get to the door. Your palm grips tightly onto that doorknob, not knowing if you want to do so.

และสุดท้ายรักมันคืออะไร baby เธอตอบฉัน

And finally, what is love? Baby, you answer me.

Is the last phrase you hear before your phone dies. You sigh as you twist the doorknob and you’re met with the man you thought you’d never get to meet again.

Choi Taeyang standing in front of you. With a bouquet of pink asters in his hands.

He wears a white sweater for tonight, a casual look but it makes him look almost breathtaking because he is simply the most beautiful guy you’ve ever known. He looks anxious, not knowing what to say at first as he hands you the asters and you gladly accept it.

“Did you hear my new song?”

The question catches you off guard. Because what game does he want to play now?

“I do.” You nod, face lack of any expression, opposite to the male in front of you who looks unsure and almost on the verge of tears. You can sense the anxiousness radiating off him but you choose not to ask about it.

“Well- what do you think about it?” He looks at you, hoping you’d respond to it differently than you do now, because it’ll kill him if you continue to be standoffish like that.

“It’s nice.”

“The song… it’s about you.” He confesses, observing the way your eyebrows quirk in confusion and the gleam in your eyes that plead him to almost repeat whatever he just said.

“Ever since we broke up, it’s never been easy on me. I want to call you so bad but I know you wouldn’t pick up those calls. Every day that I live, the memories of us haunt me so bad, it’s like you intended to hurt me and to make sure that I’ll never get over you. It’s lame that I can’t move on and I’m still in love with you. And now, here, making a fool of myself, asking you to be mine again.”

You stare at him, a bit dumbfounded and losing yourself in the moment that all of this happens in real time and it’s not your imagination anymore. You let each of the phrases that escape his lips sink into your mind and process itself into your brain as you can only admire him, no words being exchanged.

Taeyang is scared, preparing for your rejection already as you go absolutely silent. He could die right now, if not for the fact that he hasn’t heard the final word that determines whether he’ll continue to live in misery or start a new chapter with absolute happiness.

“Y/N, please say something. If you’re gonna reject me, please do it fast!”

“Idiot, I never stopped loving you.” Your face breaks into the biggest grin he has ever seen and every tension and worry just completely escapes from his body.

He takes a step forward to hug you, losing himself in your embrace. He misses your love, your warmth. His home, his livelihood all just connects back to you as he feels like the happiest man in the world.

“Thank god because I thought I’ll live with regret for my entire life.” He mumbles, feeling so content by the physical contact for the first time in months. You try to gently peel yourself off from him, he pouts at you sadly, pleading to be in your embrace for a little longer but before allowing that to continue happening, you scold him.

“Get off of me! What kind of house owner would I be if I let my guest stand outside for this long.”

He smiles, showing off the adorable eye smile that you love so much.

“Is that your way of inviting me inside?”

He teases you back, taking off his shoes as he observes you and every corner of your living space, happy to have you back in his life again.

“Oh shut up before I kick you out.” You give him a stern stare, with your now boyfriend trailing behind you to chill in the living room. He only grins at you teasingly before responding back.

“Fine.”

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twistmusings · 1 year

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Second years Asking out a Chubby!MC

A continuation of this post.

CW: Very minor angst in Jamil's section. Otherwise, nothing! MC uses gender neutral pronouns.

Note: This post has Floyd, Kalim, Jamil, and Silver!

Floyd Leech

Floyd is also super attracted to them, but he tends to have a hard time parsing romantic interest, so it takes him a while to realize why he likes spending so much time with them.

He loves how 'soft' they are (his words), and definitely likes to hug them if they will let him. Otherwise, expect a lot of pinching and cooing as if Floyd is channeling his inner grandma. It really depends on the person whether or not this is welcome, but if they tell him firmly to stop he will. He just shows a lot of his affection through physical touch.

If they are waiting on Floyd to hit on them, they're probably going to be out of luck. Floyd isn't a great flirt, at least not unless they are really into vaguely threatening flirting. He's all sharp edges when it comes to the early parts of a relationship, and he tends to be a bit more abrasive than he actually means to be.

It probably takes him a long time to realize his feelings. Like, as in years. His feelings are complex and tangled and it takes him a long time to sort them out on his own even if other people can see the signs coming long before he can. In fact, they might well see it coming before he does.

"It's never a dull moment with you." They're laughing, standing with their hands on their hips as they look down at Floyd where he's floating in the fountain in the plaza. He grins, in spite of the fact that if there was someone else around at this time of night he would definitely be getting yelled at.

"I gotta make it fun for you, shrimpy. Gotta keep you on your toes."

"I don't think I could ever be bored by you, Floyd."

They say it so casually, and they're smiling at him, but to Floyd it's a little like they just punched him in the stomach. In a good way. His chest feels warm and full, and they look so cute framed by the pitch black sky twinkling with stars.

This isn't the first time it's happened-- actually it happens a lot. It had taken Floyd a long time to realize because it seemed so slow and then all at once, but maybe, in hindsight, he's kind of been in love with them for a long, long time. He keeps telling himself no because it's been too long... like a weirdly long time, right? People weren't usually friends for this long before they asked each other out.

He's always been kind of impulsive, and maybe it's because his mind is so loud and busy thinking about the fine details that he can just act right now. His body seems to move on its own, sitting up in the water and still able to reach them with the way they're leaning over to look at him. His hair and clothes are wet, clinging to his body and face, and it's definitely not how he would have thought his first kiss with them would be, but it's... fitting, in a way.

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim thinks they're adorable, and being the ball of sunshine he is, he isn't shy about letting them know. He will often go out of his way to compliment their outfits or tell them he thinks they look cute. He wears his heart on his sleeve, and if he had to keep all of that energy bottled up he just might explode.

He definitely accidentally spoils them... hear him out, though! Money is no object for him, and whenever he sees something that reminds him of them, he wants to make sure they can have it too. Thankfully for the most part it's usually small trinkets.

He's not super subtle when he has a crush-- namely because he wants to spend all of his free time with them. He's also super touchy-- in general, of course, because physical touch is his love language-- and likes to hug them or just curl up against them while they do something, whether that's studying or just hanging out.

Kalim smiles up at them, wide and bright, from where he has draped himself across their lap. They return his smile with a lovely laugh and they pet through his hair. It's so nice, and Kalim leans into their touch, letting his eyes drift closed.

It feels nice to have someone that he can show his affections to unrestrained. He's someone with a lot of love to give, and they've never shied away from that the way a lot of people do. He opens his eyes again and looks at them with an unabashed look of love on his face that he hopes they notice. They're beautiful, more precious to him than any jewel or metal could be.

He turns his head, nuzzling his face into their shirt and murmuring something there where they can't quite see it. And if what he happened to mumble was "I'm in love with you", he would be just fine with that. After all, it's the truth. He's sure that they must know, anyway.

Jamil Viper

Jamil doesn't often get crushes simply because there's always a lot on his mind, so simply the fact that they stood out to him enough to leave that sort of impression is impressive in and of itself.

Jamil knows it's trouble, though. See, he's a man who's bound by his family and their duty to the Asim family so him falling in love with someone was always going to be difficult. He's always put himself second when it came to matters of the heart-- and he's gotten very good about bottling up feelings that he doesn't want to deal with until they explode. He really doesn't have any other choice.

In spite of himself and his best efforts to thwart whatever it is that he's starting to feel, he will still make an effort to be around them. He does his best to quash whatever feelings arise as they come, but he will still sometimes catch himself just stopping and staring. It's a little hard not to, honestly, he finds them deeply attractive and like a magnetic pull he can't resist that urge forever. In tandem with that, he just finds their presence deeply relaxing, and he knows that he can expect them to be a voice of reason when he needs them to be.

"Jamil."

He blinks a few times, feeling himself snap back to the present.

"Hey, Jamil."

The sound of Kalim's voice rushes over Jamil like a bucket of ice water, he can quite bite back the frown that rushes to his features as he refocuses on the task at hand-- helping Kalim to prepare for their exams. Despite his own mood souring, Kalim smiles at him brightly, eyes twinkling as he looks back at him. Jamil can already feel a headache coming on...

"Ah, Jamil, you've got a crush~" Kalim sing-songs, grinning at his friend. "We should take a break from studying so you could tell me about it!"

Ah. Any excuse to shirk work, really.

"Absolutely not, we've got enough work to review here and I want to get to bed at a reasonable time tonight."

"Awh, but Jamil!" Kalim pouts.

"No 'buts', Kalim. The last thing we need is you tanking your grade." Kalim flops dramatically forward onto the table, but looks up at him, batting his eyelashes in a way that Jamil is sure is supposed to be cute. Jamil's patience is wearing thin very quickly. "Besides, there's nothing exciting to tell even if I wanted to. Nothing is going to happen."

"Huh?" Kalim draws back, looking like he'd just been burned, eyes going wide. Jamil merely sighs in response, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Wait, Jamil, you can't just say that nothing is going to happen! Have you even told them you like them?"

"No." Jamil deadpans, delivering a rather severe glare to Kalim. "Why would I?"

"Jamil! That's so mean! To both of you-- wouldn't you want to know if they liked you back? You're just going to give up on it? Just like that?"

Jamil's frown tightens, and he thinks, bitterly, that it wouldn't be the first time he's had to give up something he wanted. It was just a fact of his life at this point.

It isn't until after his overblot that Jamil stops to reexamine his feelings long enough to give them any consideration at all... though he knows that he's not exactly shown the best side of himself to anyone. And he still doesn't-- it's his own way of being selfish. He spent so long living for other people that now that his feelings are on full display, he has a hard time shoving them back into that box... and fortunately or unfortunately that rings true for his crush that he's been desperately trying to stifle as well. He's surprised that they still will give him the time of day, but if they are willing to deal with him despite all they've seen he will accept their attention greedily.

That being said, Jamil waits a long, long while before asking them out formally. He falls into the trap of going from thinking he simply wasn't allowed to have something he wanted so much to thinking that there's no way that they could love him for all of his spines and sharp parts. It's only once he's fully certain that they would say yes that he would take the chance... and that's assuming they don't make that leap first.

Silver

Silver is, all things considered, pretty sheltered. He has spent his life under the tutelage of Lilia, who was a war general, and with only a handful of other people who were raised around him that were even remotely close in age to him. He's never really had experience with attraction, let alone with crushes or dating or anything that goes along with that. That's not to say he wouldn't realize he has a crush, but I doubt that he would actually know what to do with it when he did figure it out.

Silver has a hard time showing his emotions on his face, so in spite of any efforts he might make, more than likely the object of his affections won't be getting any clues from him directly. People who have known him for a good long time might pick up on it, but for most others it's going to be hard to tell how he's looking from just his face.

That's not to say he won't make moves: more than likely he will ask them to spend some more time together with him one-on-one. He's pretty chivalrous when it comes to courting, having gotten most of his information on it from Lilia and from the stories passed down in Briar Valley. That being said, his ideas of what are "romantic" might not be the same as most other people's. He would really enjoy asking them to come to training with him.

He would especially enjoy if they wanted him to train them, or at least show them the basics. It's a sort of bonding for him to train alongside someone.

Silver surveys them where they stand, hand poised on their sword for attack. He hums in thought, then steps in a bit closer to them.

"You want to widen your stance and turn your body a bit more. If you're facing a real opponent, you want to give them as little access to your body as you can while keeping stable on your feet." He says, using his hands to gently guide their body by the waist. He appraises their stance again with a thoughtful expression, then smiling ever so slightly. His eyes seem to go soft as he does. "You know, if you ever wanted to, you could probably make a fine swordsman out of yourself."

Their smile lights up their face when he says it, and it makes his chest feel a little tight. He doesn't know quite how to handle the emotion, so he clears his throat a bit stiffly.

"Perhaps, if you wanted, we could make this a regular thing? I'm sure we could both learn a thing or two, and I'm sure Sebek would love to have someone join us."

#twst #twisted wonderland #silver twst #silver #floyd leech #jamil viper #kalim al asim #sfw;;#fluff;;#mild angst;;

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snaillock · 11 months

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i’m sorry but my mind has been rotted with steamer! rin, hiori, and nagi ideas recently

like imagine them collaborating and steaming shit like dbd with each other all the time

i can imagine hiori having the prettiest most aesthetically pleasing layout out of the three but when he gets mad and opens his mouth, oh baby does he get vileeeee. it’s hilarious to watch him switch from sweetly talking to his chat then cursing out some teammate he randomly matched all within a span of one minute.

i feel like rin would have the most generic layout from a free template he got off of google images. he’s pretty much what you would expect from an emotionally repressed 16 year old male streamer: the most vile yet weirdly childish insults you’ll ever hear in a span of five minutes while borderline violating tos and his fans constantly defending him because “he’s just a minor who doesn’t know better🥺” (oh he knows honey he knows…)

nagi wouldn’t even gaf. if we’re lucky he would maybe just maybe have his webcam in the left hand corner with absolutely nothing else (moistcritical ass layout) even then his face would just be his classic neutral :x all the damn time no matter what happens

on their own, i feel like hiori and nagi would just stick to typical fps games (with hiori leaning towards the gorier ones ofc. i mean he gotta release his parental frustrations somehow). meanwhile rin would honestly stream any type of horror from triple a games to a free indie rpgmaker game he found on some random kinda sketchy looking website. he would gain such a loyal niche audience from that

hiori would hire a really good editor to edit and upload his streams to his youtube channel. he would most likely gain a whole separate youtube audience from that. prob has some youtube exclusive stuff as well.

nagi would just upload the whole damn archived stream to youtube, that is if he actually remembered to save the vods and not permanently lose the stream. he doesn’t even care that the uploading takes forever he still can’t be bothered with cutting down the video. (thank god twitch has a feature for viewers to cut out their clips from a stream cause lord knows nagi wouldn’t have done it)

rin would actually edit the clips all by hand, mainly bc he could only trust himself to edit them the way he wants. he can only spend a little time editing tho since he has a pretty busy schedule irl

i can imagine hiori being the most popular one out of the three with how much effort he would put into stuff like self promotion, connecting with his audience, plus him just having an overall nice and likable personality, etc. (also the sight of him and his cute face raging would be pretty fucking funny for his audience to watch)

rin would be the second most popular since he does put plenty of work into making his content at least decent since this is something he does in his free time. plus his channel name would be on twitter trending every now and then because of some iffy ass take he said on stream

nagi would be the least watched out of all of them since despite being pretty damn good at games, he would be pretty boring to watch tbh. he wouldn’t put much time into the self promoting part of it either. that is until he meets reo. when reo finds out about his little streamer side gig, he would totally have him put more effort into it, even if it’s small things like actually announcing stream times since that’s all nagi is willing to do. he kinda becomes nagis de facto manager. before then he just piggybacked on rin’s and hioris clout whenever the trio collabs together

an: ok so i’m gonna stop this post here since i have so many more ideas i want to vomit out but i don’t want this post to be too long so part two coming out shortly.

#★ snail.writes ★#i love these hc vomit posts i should do them more often #don’t mind me just projecting my secret dream of becoming a streamer onto these characters #blue lock #hiori yo #nagi seishiro #rin itoshi #blue lock headcanons #blue lock hcs #wrote this while watching nothing surprisingly

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haru-sen · 5 months

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A Link in the Chain (NSFW)

This a Through the Gates of Horn and Oak AU oneshot. While dealing with Act II issues, Karlach invites Tav to join her and Dammon to blow off steam. For this AU, Tav accepts the offer, with Halsin's blessing. Also, this Tav is gender neutral, because experimenting.

Thanks @ada-melodies for the beta read.

CW: Bondage, threesome, sex, dirty talk, biting

Buying such a thing wasn’t a necessity. It was foolish to custom order then carry around something that did not increase your chances of survival. You were letting yourself get distracted by decadent comforts instead of prioritizing finding a cure-

You were apparently also channeling Lae’zel, which was never a good sign.

You immediately reevaluated your apprehension. You were in dire need of some personal time, and your main outlet since leaving the Grove was just battle. While it was an effective way of working out your unpleasant feelings, it often left you sore and cranky. You could die horribly any day now, and not only would you be dead, you would have died tragically pent-up. Simply awful.

Asking for this was going to be awkward though. And yet, Karlach had gone out of her way to loudly tell you about the things Dammon was making, as well as how much she enjoyed using them with him. She also jokingly invited you to join them, which Halsin insisted was not a joke. Given what you already suspected about the blacksmith, you weren’t going to scandalize him. But he would absolutely roast you for it.

And you knew, that Karlach wasn’t just sharing this as a brag. You were not ignorant of how the others looked at you and you were not unaffected by their admiration. The situation was dire, and you had been dealing with a lot. Perhaps you would take Karlach up on her invitation. There was a big difference between investing in your own burgeoning relationships, and guesting in another’s.

Dammon sipped his water, and grinned up at you from his seat on a crate. His look was far too knowing, and you understood that he and Karlach most definitely discussed her invitation. He patted the crate beside him, and you sat down, basking in the heat of the forge.

He watched you intently, those pretty blue eyes bright and lively. He leaned closer. “Karlach said I should expect you.” He gave you a demure smile, a little too earnest to be coquettish, but that was part of his charm.

“Oh? Why’s that?” you asked, keeping your tone casual.

His eyes widened and he swallowed awkwardly, suddenly frozen in place.

You gazed at him questioningly, like you honestly had no idea what he was talking about.

His cheeks flushed and he looked down, suddenly breathing hard. He hurriedly put his drink aside, hands balling into fists in his lap. Oh, he was adorable flustered.

“She uh...really didn’t say?” he stammered.

You shrugged, feigning confusion. A better person would have shown him mercy, but honestly, Dammon had been teasing you about your personal life since you met him in the Grove. He deserved to suffer a little.

You crossed your legs and stared expectantly at him.

“You uh...have something you wanted custom made?” he offered, looking around desperately, sweat beading around his brow.

“I do,” you said, maintaining a cheerful demeanor.

Dammon exhaled loudly, mustering a polite smile. “Of course, what would you like? New armor, weapon-”

“No, something like what you made Karlach,” you said, keeping your tone professional.

He cocked his head to the side. “Infernal engine parts?”

“The enchanted restraints,” you said.

Dammon stiffened. “Hells,” he breathed, eyes big. “Umm...yes, I can do that? I’ll need your input on the...specifications. The enchantments aren’t a smithing specialty, but I do know...several.” He met your gaze, cheeks flushed again. “I’m happy to go over them with you, if you aren’t certain what you want.”

“I know exactly what I want,” you said firmly. “And this is a commission, so I do expect some discretion.”

“O-of course,” Dammon murmured. He chewed on his bottom lip, looking like he wanted to say more, but unsure if he should.

You folded your hands in your lap, enjoying the spectacle. “And if you and Karlach want to help me test them out, that is another matter entirely. One I am open to trying.”

Dammon raised his head, his eyes dark, his breathing shallow. “By Tymora’s tits, Tav, you’re a vicious tease.”

You smirked at him. “You’re cute when you’re squirming.”

Dammon tilted his chin up. “I’m sure you will be too.”

Your brows went up. “Oh?”

“If you already talked to Karlach, then you know it’s a package deal, and maybe you’re just meant to be the filling in our tiefling sandwich.” He grinned at you smugly.

“Is that so?” you asked, resting one palm on your cheek. “Well, just to give me an idea of your interests, what don’t you want me to do?”

“I’m open to anything,” he said a little breathlessly, his smile wide. “But don’t worry, I don’t want to do anything that you don’t like. Neither does Karlach. We’ll be good to you.”

You laughed. Oh, that naive boy. He was darling. “I see. Well, let’s hammer out the details of the order, and then I’ll let you get back to work. We can discuss the demonstration later.”

He beamed at you, a little extra swagger in his step as he explained the available options, his tail occasionally brushing against you, his calloused fingers lingering on your arm.

Dammon was so eager to assure you that he would be careful with you, that sweet silly boy. The day some cute little civilian could overwhelm you was the day you would have to give up adventuring for good.

“He said “anything,” with absolutely no limits,” you said shaking your head as you finished your dinner at Karlach’s tent. “So that’s why I’m asking you instead of him.”

Karlach chuckled, crossing her arms. “I mean, he looks innocent, but he isn’t actually that clueless.”

“Uh-huh,” you said.

“So maybe he’s a little overexcited,” she laughed. Her gaze drifted for a moment. “Is this acceptable for…?”

“Yes,” you said. “At least, he says so. I guess we’ll find out if he means it.”

Karlach nodded thoughtfully. “For what it’s worth, I’m pretty sure he is actually fine with it,” you said. “And you?”

Karlach’s grin was positively devilish. “You already know the answer to that.”

Out of everyone, Karlach and Lae’zel were the two you trusted to keep intimate arrangements separate from your every day lives: Karlach because she could compartmentalize and Lae’zel because that’s just how she was. “He’s still not entirely used to receiving,” she said. “Fingers, my tail, his plug, but…”

“I have made many men cry with just my hands,” you smirked.

Karlach raised a brow, realizing exactly who you were referring to. “Pulling their tails doesn’t count.”

“Oh, I did more than that,” you winked.

Karlach eyed you speculatively. “You’re certainly aggressive lately.”

“Yeah,” you said, looking away for a moment. “Yeah. That’s why I’m trying to be really clear about the limits. I don’t want to overstep...but I’m also not in the mood to let your sweet sunshine boy top me. It didn’t sound like that was a requirement. Is it?”

“Oh no, not at all,” Karlach laughed and patted you on the back. “He’ll get over his disappointment.”

“So what does he like?” you asked.

“He likes bondage and some impact play, but you’re right, he is a novice.” Karlach sheepishly rubbed the back of her neck. “His eyes are bigger than his hole.”

You nodded. “Anything you think I should know? Rules?”

“He loves dirty talk,” Karlach said thoughtfully. “Go light on the degradation though. Nothing about being a tief. I know some people like that, but-”

“Understood.” You nodded somberly. You certainly knew why it would be poor manners to tread that territory without express invitation. “So if I want to punish him...and I do, how does this sound?” You told Karlach your thoughts.

She cackled, clearly delighted. “This is not going to go the way he expected.” She put an arm around you. “And what about us?”

“I’m open to trying things,” you said, tilting your head back to look at her. “But I’m no sweet blushing blacksmith.”

“That much,” Karlach said, her tail sliding along your thigh. “Is very obvious.”

“I didn’t know this was down here,” Dammon said as you finished lighting the torches and securing the room. Out here you could prioritize privacy, comfort, or security, and you rarely got more than one of them. But after you cleared the secret rooms branching off the cellar, well, you at least had privacy and security.

Karlach, the unsinkable romantic, brought a basket of blankets, a picnic lunch, and candles. It was more planning than she usually demonstrated.

Dammon was out of his smithing leathers and dressed down in a soft sage green tunic and brown pants. He carried a backpack, and he looked around the hidden room with clear interest.

You stretched lazily, cracking your neck as you looked over the wooden table. You went to sit on it and Dammon came to join you.

“So did you want to try it on?” he asked, watching you with a wide smile, a lock of wheat blonde hair falling loose from his bun.

“I think it’s your job to demonstrate how well your creation works, Dammon,” you said, clicking your tongue. “I can’t be the one wearing it if I’m supposed to learn how to use it.”

Dammon coughed, his eyes getting very big as he looked between you and Karlach.

“It’s a good point, Blue,” Karlach said cheerfully. “You’re going to have to show us how it’s done.”

Dammon’s breath caught. “I-I see.” His cheeks flushed as he slowly opened the bag.

You reached over, gently brushing your fingers against the nape of his neck. “That is, if you’re comfortable with it?”

Dammon leaned into your touch, still smiling. “Of course. Karlach’s here.” He looked up at her, dewy-eyed and eager, the intimacy of that expression making your chest clench.

“Karlach’s an excellent protector,” you said agreeably. “What’s your safe word?”

“Crucible,” he said, breath hitching. “Triple tap if I can’t speak.”

You nodded.

Dammon handed you a reel of fine black chain, the links no bigger than your fingernail. There were three attached cuffs branching off the chain. You unwound the restraints, admiring the light weight and the fine craftsmanship.

“The cuffs resize to fit the wearer when you activate this glyph,” he said, pointing to a symbol engraved in the metal. “The emergency release is here.” He pointed to a tiny latch located on the edge of each band. “But you can say “solvo” if you’re otherwise occupied.” The cuffs immediately clicked open.

“Very nice,” you said, running your nail along the release.

“The chain lengthens up to five meters, as long as you keep pulling and the cuffs aren’t shut. Oh, you can change appearance as well with prestidigitation.” He activated the enchantment, and the chains went from black to silver to gold to white to a distinct shade of azure, one that matched his eyes.

“I think the blue looks nice.” You were not a fan of silver chains, not any more.

Dammon nodded, then looked at Karlach for reassurance.

She was drinking a tankard of beer, watching you both with eager eyes and a sharp smile. “Enough talking. Let’s see how it works.”

“Are you going to strip? Or do you want me to unwrap you?” you asked him with a toothy smile.

Dammon considered it for a moment, then pulled his shirt off and began unbuckling his belt. He fumbled twice before actually unfastening it. Biting his lip, he folded his shirt and set it aside. The man worked for a living and despite his boyish looks, underneath the clothes he was mostly lean muscle, more on the wiry side than Karlach, but still very attractive. His tail lashed from side to side as he kicked off his boots and removed his pants. His cock was still soft, bronze and uncut with a few ridges. It was wider than you expected.

Karlach wolf-whistled.

You just watched him appreciatively, his entire body flushing as he looked between the two of you.

“So, I do the hands first?” you asked.

He nodded.

“Lay back on the table then.”

Shivering, Dammon did as you instructed. You placed his hands over his head, and fastened the cuffs on to his wrists.

Then you took the collar and carefully locked it around his neck.

“Can you release yourself?”

Dammon exhaled, and thumbed one of the latches on his wrist. The cuffs opened back up in synchronization. You repeated the test with the verbal trigger, and each release latch.

“I know my work, Tav,” Dammon said, after the last test, sounding impatient. “Have I given you any reason to be concerned about the quality?” There was a distinct irritation to his voice, and it was quite cute.

“I trust your work,” you said, fastening the restraints once more. “I just want to make sure that you know how to get out in a hurry, if you need to.”

His breath caught, and he grinned up at you. “Change your mind about being-”

“Boy, if you decide to push me, you’ll be crawling into the forge tomorrow,” you said gripping his chin, your smile sharp.

Dammon shuddered, and his cock stiffened. “Hells,” he muttered.

You winked at Karlach, who raised her tankard to you. You stroked the base of his horns, and he started to squirm. His facial ridges were less pronounced than other tieflings you knew. It made him look younger.

“You are so pretty. Karlach is a lucky lady.” He lay nude, stretched out on the table, his wrists bound over his head, with you standing over him. “You might consider some piercings. These nipples would be adorable with rings in them.” You ran your thumbnail over the pebbled flesh and he squirmed.

“We’ve been talking about a cock piercing,” Karlach volunteered. “Just need to find someone experienced to do it. Think Halsin knows anyone?”

“Halsin might be the experienced one,” you snickered. “Or Astarion, though…” you shook your head. “I’d bet good money that Gale knows someone too.”

There was a flicker of heat as something traced your wrist. You looked down to see Dammon’s tail brushing against your arm.

“Eager, aren’t you?” you asked. “What were you hoping for today?”

“If I can’t get you to ride me, I at least wanna taste you,” he groaned.

“Tempting, you do have a pretty mouth,” you murmured, dragging your fingers along his lips.

Dammon’s tongue flicked out and curled around your fingertips before he began to suck, moaning as you let him take two fingers down to the knuckle.

“Good boy,” you said, stroking his hair, your fingers now slick. You circled to the other end of the table, running your damp fingers along the underside of his half-hardened cock.

Dammon gasped, his eyes fluttering shut. He arched underneath you, keeping his legs spread to give you easy access.

You lightly squeezed his shaft, and he sighed in pleasure, gazing up at you with color blooming in his cheeks. You rubbed your thumb along the ridges, recalling just how good that texture felt inside you. You stroked him slowly, enjoying the feeling of him lengthening in your hand. Your other fingers lightly drummed against his tight pucker.

Dammon’s hips jerked up, and he flashed you a delighted smile. He bit his lip as you lowered your head to licked the tip of his cock. “Tav-”

“Mmm?” you asked, tongue swirling around the velvety soft flesh. His skin burned hotter than yours. He tasted like salt, sweat, and smoke, with the faintest whiff of iron. Grinning up at him you slowly swallowed him down, taking him to the root.

“Hells-” he gasped.

“Well, aren’t you getting spoiled?” Karlach chuckled. Her boots thudded against the stone as she circled around you to inspect her lover. She stroked his cheek, and he seemed to relax under her touch.

“You didn’t-” his breath hitched. “You didn’t warn me!”

“You’ve met Tav, right?” Karlach laughed. “That’s its own warning.”

You raised your head, giving her a sardonic look. “What did you think was going to happen, Dammon? That Karlach would hold me down and you’d get a chance to fuck your cum deep inside me? Did you think you’d be able to make me beg?” Your tongue flicked along the slit of his cock, tasting the pearly liquid leaking from the tip.

Dammon’s answering moan was low, delicious, and very telling.

Karlach gave you a contemplative look, like she was considering that option. “That does sound fun,” she said.

You just shook your head at her and pulled off your shirt.

Dammon watched you in a daze as you unfastened your pants and stripped down. If you had cuter undergarments, you could have really blown his mind, but you were not in the city, and sadly, fancy lingerie was not a priority.

You climbed astride him, palms flat on his chest, your knees resting on either side of his hips.

“I don’t care what you do to me,” Dammon said with a breathless laugh. “As long as you’re on top of me like this.”

“You’re adorable,” you told him, and leaned over to nip his bottom lip. It was a gentle bite, and he yielded to you immediately, opening his mouth, tasting himself on your tongue. He squirmed underneath you, tail rubbing against your thigh as you gripped his chin. You lowered your head, tongue tracing the tips of his ears.

Dammon keened softly.

“He’s sensitive there,” Karlach said, watching you closely. “Likes it when you pull his hair too.”

You obliged him, holding him at an angle so you could suck on his throat. The pressure was light – Karlach did not want you to leave too many marks on him.

Dammon’s cries grew louder and you felt him bucking underneath you. “So responsive,” you breathed. “I could do this for hours.”

“You’re meaner than you look,” he exhaled.

“Yes,” you nodded, smiling down at him. “I certainly didn’t sweet talk those goblins to death.”

“Could have,” Karlach said breezily.

“Didn’t though.” You ran your thumb along Dammon’s Adam’s apple, watching his eyes widen under your grip.

Dammon groaned. “You’re a lot more dangerous than you look.” A breathy moan as you lightly squeezed. “I-I like that about you.”

“I’ve noticed,” you said, tilting your head back. “You certainly like trying to tease me. Were you hoping I’d corner you like this? Discipline you for pushing me?”

He swallowed loudly. “Maybe.”

“Or were you hoping I’d bring someone else along?” You glanced over at Karlach.

She gave you a toothy grin.

“That too,” he sighed. “Never could get the Commander to notice me and I was too shy to approach the Archdruid.”

You froze for a moment. Most people didn’t want to talk about Zevlor now.

Karlach chuckled. “I told you, Tav. He only looks innocent.”

“You also said his eyes are bigger than his hole, which I’m inclined to agree with,” you said, running your fingers over Dammon’s lips.

His tongue flicked out, a mischievous spark in his eyes. “Spend a lot of time alone in my forge. Gives me time to think.”

You looked over his well-muscled frame. “You’re clearly doing more than just thinking.”

He flushed in pleasure, a raw hunger on his face. “Let me up, Tav. I’ll show you exactly what kind of things I’ve been thinking about.” You laughed. “Karlach, want to help me?” You rose up on your knees and tilted your head back, grinning at her.

She embraced you from behind, the heat of her body making you shiver. Her tail wrapped around your waist, those hot calloused hands sliding down your sides.

Her lips brushed the side of your neck and you growled, watching Dammon narrow his eyes, his teeth clenched. The sweet boy could not stand being left out, and you didn’t blame him.

Your breath caught as Karlach nibbled on your neck. “You wanted the special oil, soldier?” she asked, the engine in her chest purring as she slid two slick fingers between your legs and began stroking you.

“Tymora’s tits,” Dammon breathed as his lover pushed her fingers inside you.

You bit your lip. Karlach’s hands were bigger than yours and the stretch had your eyes fluttering shut.

“Tighter than I expected,” Karlach murmured, licking a stripe along your neck. “You really have been neglecting yourself.” She pushed her fingers deeper, spreading you wider.

You shuddered, meeting Dammon’s darkening gaze.

“She’s good at that, isn’t she?” he purred underneath you. “Makes me squirm for her.”

“You look good squirming,” you told him, your voice husky.

“He does.” Karlach chuckled, pumping her fingers in and out of you slowly. “But I bet you would too.”

“I don’t deny that,” you said, but did not squirm. You kneaded Dammon’s thighs, feeling the muscles tense as his cock bobbed beneath you. You leaned back, pressing light kisses to Karlach’s jaw.

“Mmm, look at you, downright sweet when you want to be,” she said and covered your mouth with hers. She tasted like smoke and wine, her tongue slipping past your lips. She was eager and insistent, and kissing her left you with her fire under your skin, her embers on your tongue, the breath of a dragon in your lungs. You were aglow with her scorching radiance, in danger of burning up under her touch, and it was glorious.

Sweat trickled down your brow and you reluctantly broke away, feeling almost weak from the heat.

“Fuck,” you muttered.

Karlach pulled her fingers out of you, giving you one last smug peck on the cheek. “Go get him, soldier.”

Dammon laughed. “She makes you smolder,” he said, watching Karlach with adoration that bordered on reverence. “Not so cocky now, are you?”

You leaned over him, kissing him hard with the memory of Karlach’s flames on your lips. He moaned into your mouth, hips jerking up, his cock rubbing against your thighs.

“I like your mouth, Dammon. I like how much trouble it’s going to get you in,” you told him, breaking the kiss.

Dammon grinned up at you. “Between Avernus and the forge, I’m used to the heat, Tav. Everything gives at some point, and with the right combination of heat, pressure, and force I can bend anything, even you.”

You laughed in delight and sunk down onto his cock in one stroke.

Dammon arched, a sharp cry escaping his throat.

“That’s a good line,” you said, one hand gripping his neck. “But your timing is off.”

Dammon blinked rapidly, hiccuping as he stared up at you, his lips parted, a strangled sound coming out.

“That’s the kind of thing you say when you have me tied up and bent over.” You patted his cheek gently. “Which you clearly do not.”

He gave a choked laugh. “Tymora’s tits Tav, you’re fucking mean.”

“No, I’m fucking you,” you said. “You might have your cock inside me, but there’s no mistaking that I’m the one who’s fucking you. It’s not who’s on top or whose anatomy is where. It’s who can take control, who can make the other person burn. I would think that being with Karlach has taught you that much.”

Dammon shuddered beneath you, his cock twitching inside you, the ridges dragging against your walls. You slanted your hips just so and squeezed your inner muscles, just to watch his eyes roll back in his head.

“Fuck,” Karlach breathed, her hands running down your back. She could easily overpower you. She could pin you down and seize control. But that wasn’t exactly who Karlach was. She was not submissive and she certainly was not weak. If you asked her to dominate you, oh she would, and she would be spectacular. But outside of battle, she lacked that predatory instinct, that not-quite cutthroat mentality that characterized you.

You rocked your hips, humming softly as you took Dammon to the hilt.

He gasped.

Karlach circled back around to him, stroking his brow. “How’s it feel?”

He gave a low moan. “Like I’m the one getting fucked. “

You chuckled and kept the same steady rhythm, taking your pleasure from him. You thumbed your nipples before reaching over to pinch his.

“You can go faster,” Dammon groaned, lips parted as he panted beneath you, his tail winding around your calf.

“I know,” you said, not changing your tempo.

Dammon raised his hips, tail tightening around your leg as he tried to bounce you on his thighs, but you just rose higher, lifting yourself off his cock. Palms flat on his chest, you shook your head, smirking at him.

“Down boy.”

He gave a snarl of frustration, a savage light flashing in those pretty blue eyes. Fist clenched over his head, he glared at you. Oh, Dammon had spine, you’d seen hints of that fire when he worked with infernal metals, his eyes alight with an unholy passion. “I’m going to enjoy seeing you on the other side of these chains, Tav. And you can rest assured that I’ll get my due.”

You kissed him again, grinning as he nipped your lip. “You’re fucking adorable.”

Karlach laughed. “Hells, Tav, this is the maddest I’ve seen him and I’ve broken one of his hammers.”

“Innocent mistake, love,” he said, giving her a fond look. But he narrowed his eyes at you. “You’re doing this intentionally.”

“I am.” You held eye contact, watching him take labored breaths, sweat beading around his horns. You could taunt him more, edge him till he cried or broke out of the chains. You could goad him into misbehaving and then properly punish him for his transgressions. But instead you would take a page from Sune, and give a little. You would balance the echo of his need and let your own lust resonate with his desires. It would not do to break Karlach’s lover on the first go.

You sunk back down onto his shaft, and he flinched, a low moan escaping his throat. You rolled your hips, your weight on your knees as you began to speed up, taking Dammon is short deep thrusts, his girth stretching you deliciously, the texture of his ridges pulsing against your walls.

Gritting his teeth, Dammon rocked his hips, moving with you. This time he did not try to change your rhythm or seize control.

“Good boy,” you purred, leaning forward to kiss his throat.

He tilted his head back, moaning as you nuzzled his neck, your fingers tangled in his hair.

“You look so good,” Karlach murmured to him. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Yes, love,” he groaned through clenched teeth, his gaze on her warm and hazy. “But I’d enjoy Tav more if I were out of these chains.” The sharpness returned when he looked at you.

“That sounds like a “you” problem,” you said cheerfully and bit down.

He yelped, hips jerking upward as he thrust deep into you.

“Keep copping an attitude with me, Dammon. I’ll edge you all day and it will be Karlach who decides when you come, long after I leave,” you said, nipping the tip of his ear.

His eyes fluttered shut and he took several deep breaths, his body shaking. “ ‘m sorry, Tav. I’ll be good,” he mumbled, and then opened his eyes, giving you the most piteous expression.

You smoothed his hair out of his face. “Prove it.”

He tilted his head back, offering you his throat, hips still moving with yours. “What would you have of me?”

“You’re going to hold off on coming till you have permission. Let’s see how long your endurance lasts while I fuck you.” You slipped your hands between your thighs, stroking yourself while you rode him.

Dammon’s eyes darted between your hands and your face. Need, restraint, resentment, and finally acceptance flashed across his features in rapid succession. “All right, I really want to watch you fall apart on me,” he exhaled. “I can endure a lot, Tav.”

“Good.” You began to move faster, hips shaking as you dropped back down onto him, his breath catching as he released a filthy moan. Your hand moved faster as you chased your own release. You were going to make a mess of his lap and see how long he would last beneath you.

Dammon’s tail moved along your thigh, rubbing against you as he stared up at you, biting his bottom lip with a desperate look of concentration on his face.

“Remember, you can’t come yet,” you purred, as he twitched and squirmed beneath you. “But hold out as long as you can, and I’ll reward you.”

Dammon gritted his teeth, nodding his assent as you clenched around him. The chains and collar sparkled prettily and he writhed as you bounced on his cock, fucking yourself deeper and harder than he had the leverage to. The strokes grew faster, the crown of his thick shaft hitting that delicious spot for you, the ridges rubbing you in a way that made your head spin.

Panting, you tensed, your own fingers moving faster as you urged yourself toward the edge.

The fierce hunger on Dammon’s face grew: watching you satiate yourself only intensified his need.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Want to see you come undone. Want to feel you shaking around me. Been thinking about this for a long time, but the reality is so much more intense-”

The thought of shy polite Dammon stroking himself in his bunk while thinking of you made your core clench in pleasure. You grinned down at him. “Harder,” you growled.

Dammon obediently raised his hips, his thighs slapping against your ass as you rode him.

Then two strong arms wrapped around you, Karlach’s hands stroking your chest as she nibbled on your ear. “Come on, soldier,” she rumbled. “If you’re going to torment him, let’s at least give him a show.”

She nuzzled your neck and you moaned as she sunk her teeth into your shoulder. One of her hands covered yours, putting more pressure on you. Karlach was so warm, her touch firm, and you arched, wailing as she carried you over the edge.

Dammon snarled, his blue eyes locked on yours as you came on his cock, while Karlach helped him finish you off.

Breathing hard, you rested your head against her chest. She kept stroking you through your orgasm, the overstimulation finally making you squirm.

Dammon squeezed his eyes shut and stopped moving, teeth gritted.

Karlach tipped your head back and kissed you lightly. “I’m feeling left out, soldier.”

“Come up here then.” You licked your lips. “Dammon’s mouth is free. “

“But what if I want your wicked tongue?” she cooed.

You chuckled. “Then I’ll eat your pussy till you’re satisfied.” You lifted yourself off Dammon and spun around to face her, before sinking back down onto him.

Karlach was nude, giving you a good view of her tattoos, scars, and wonderfully thick muscles. Grinning, you flicked your tongue across her nipples, her skin almost searing hot.

She gripped your hair. “Going to make a mess all over your face then.”

You groaned as she pushed your head between her thighs, her vulva slick and almost steamy as you ran your tongue over her lower lips. You pushed into her heated folds, her juices already smearing across your cheeks. She tasted good, tangy, with a hint of that blasting powder bite. You raked her thighs with your nails, chuckling as she pulled your hair.

“Tyche’s crooked soul,” Dammon gasped.

“You can’t give Tav a chance to talk, not if you want to keep the upper hand,” Karlach purred. “I just want your mouth, you hear?”

Pressing your tongue inside her, you ran your hands up her thighs, and then gripped her ass. You buried your face in her cunt, the blade of your tongue applying increasing pressure to her clit.

“Knew that clever mouth would be good at this,” she groaned. “Should have done this ages ago-”

Your teeth grazed her sensitive flesh and she shivered. You laughed softly.

“Hells,” she growled. “You’re a fucking menace.”

You just rolled your hips, feeling Dammon tense inside you as you bounced between him and Karlach. Eyes closed, you moaned, slurping at her hole, the sounds wet and obscene. She ground her pelvis against your face. You squeezed her ass, kneading those firm muscles under your fingers. She tensed, her legs twitching, her breathing ragged.

“Getting close, just a little more,” she groaned.

“Solvo,” Dammon snarled, and there was the tinkling of metal. Suddenly a pair of burly arms wrapped around you as he thrust harder into you. His calloused fingers slid between your thighs, already zeroing in on your sensitive flesh.

You moaned against Karlach’s slit, not immune to their teamwork.

“Told you you’d look good between us,” Dammon panted, his words more desperate than smug. He canted his hips, driving himself deeper inside you. “Love-” He gasped, but just from the tone, you knew he was addressing Karlach.

You squeezed the base of her tail then, massaging that tender spot that had her arching into you.

“Fuck,” Karlach’s voice cracked, the beginnings of a sob welling up in her throat.

Dammon’s arms were around your body, Karlach’s thighs bracketed your head. You held her close, sucking on her clit, the three of you entwined together almost too tightly.

“Let me see you, love-” Dammon’s sweet voice begged.

Karlach shuddered, her body stiffening before she gave a raw howl. Her fingers dug into your shoulders. More of that slick tangy cum flooded your mouth and you lapped at her greedily.

Dammon swore. He bucked his hips, drilling you deeper. “Let me taste-” he growled.

Karlach released you, breathing hard.

“He’s so greedy for you,” you laughed. “Not that I blame him.”

“Shut up, Tav,” Dammon muttered, breath hitching as he turned your chin, kissing you hard. Your whole face was damp with her slick and as soon as he tasted her, the allegedly shy smith began to pound you with all that force he promised earlier.

You swore, a strangled cry escaping your throat as he knocked the air out of you with his thrusts.

“Fuck that’s hot-” Karlach panted.

You writhed on the end of Dammon’s cock, eyes fluttering shut as his thighs slapped against your ass at a hard pace. He held on tight, his chest pressed to your back, his fingers digging into your hips. He gasped for breath, making the most delicious ragged growls as he persisted.

Body shaking, face stained with Karlach’s juices, absolutely debauched, you arched in Dammon’s arms.

“That’s it, Tav, let him hammer out some of that tension,” she cooed, voice vibrant with excitement. “I want to watch you come again, I want to see two of my favorite people falling apart, I want to see Dammon’s cum leaking out of you-”

She kissed you then, tasting herself on your tongue, her chest burning against yours. Pinned between the fire and forgemaster, you succumbed. Light-headed, you released a broken moan into Karlach’s mouth, that thread of tension inside you stretched painfully thin, before it snapped, and with it, all the strings holding you upright. You collapsed between them, your thighs slick with your own cum, your body soaking up their power, quenching their heat.

Dammon followed after you, hot seed filling you as he hilted inside you. With a low moan, he bit down on your shoulder, the sharp pain dragging a whine from your raw throat.

Drained, you slumped against his chest, unable to feel your legs.

Breathing hard, Dammon rested his chin on your intact shoulder.

“Oh, we should bandage that,” Karlach laughed as you lifted your head.

You sighed as you looked at the wound, the skin broken. Dammon knew better than to mark you, but apparently when buried inside you, he lost any semblance of control.

“Oh hells, sorry-” Dammon muttered as you sat there in his lap.

“You’re gonna be,” you muttered as Karlach started cleaning the wound and wrapping it for you.

“Sorry,” Dammon murmured again as you sipped the wine and ate one of Bex’s biscuits.

“It’s fine,” you yawned, petting his hair as he sprawled between you and Karlach.

“You say that, but Astarion’s going to pitch a fit if he sees that,” Karlach giggled. “He nearly tore out my throat for inviting you. Are you sure the two of you aren’t-”

“I don’t know what’s going on with him,” you sighed. “Anyway, Halsin can patch me up.”

“Oh hells, Master Halsin’s going to see.” Dammon hung his head, hiding his face in Karlach’s shoulder.

“Oh what are you complaining about?” Karlach laughed, kissing his cheek. “You wanted to invite Halsin too-”

Dammon bit his lip.

“So you do fancy Halsin?” Your brows went up. Sweet little Dammon certainly had an eye for quality.

“Who doesn’t?” Karlach laughed. “And he had huge crush on Zevlor.”

“Karlach-” Dammon hid his face.

You smiled wistfully. “Me too,” you said.

“I feel like a consolation prize,” Karlach laughed, her tone teasing.

“No! Not at all!” Dammon hurriedly grasped her hands, panic on his face. “Karlach, they’re attractive, but it’s just admiration. I don’t want to be with them. They’re not you!”

Karlach laughed, kissing his temple.

Dammon stared up at her earnestly. “Karlach-”

“I’m joking, Dammon. I see the appeal of both. And so does Tav, obviously.” She winked at him.

Dammon turned his head, like he forgot that you were there. Maybe he did. It was nice to see them together, to see someone finding happiness in these dark times. Karlach and Dammon certainly deserved it.

You thought of Halsin and your chest clenched. It was past time to address whatever was forming between you. You would talk to him after this.

“So, what did you like about Zevlor?” Karlach asked, nuzzling his cheek. “Tav is clearly dying to know.”

Dammon rubbed the back of his neck. “He was different when I met him. You didn’t see him back in Elturel, Tav. Yes, he was still...craggy and reserved, but he wasn’t so tired, there was more fire in him,” Dammon murmured. He sighed heavily.

You leaned against his shoulder. “Tell me about him.”

“Yeah, you can’t just tease us,” Karlach laughed, though you knew she wasn’t particularly interested in hearing about Zevlor. But she would, for Dammon and for you.

“Well,” Dammon cleared his throat, flashing a bright smile at you. “I was a tinsmith before the Descent. And the first time I met him, he needed a new canteen…”

“I should leave my own mark,” Halsin said, his voice gravelly, the cool energy of a healing touch flowing into your shoulder.

The two of you sat facing each other in his tent, your shoulder bared to him.

“Do you need to?” you asked.

He looked you over, his smile tight. “I can smell them both on you,” he said in a low voice. “And that makes me want to-” he gnawed on his lower lip.

“Go ahead.” You studied his face. “You know, you’re invited if it happens again.”

Halsin chuckled. “I would accept, eagerly. But first-” He leaned over, mouth hot against your neck, opposite Dammon’s bite.

You shivered as he laved at the spot, sucking gently for a moment, before he bit down hard, bruising you, but not breaking skin. You fisted his shirt, whimpering as he licked the spot, his teeth grazing your shoulder, his head dipping lower.

“Halsin-”

He growled, reluctantly pulling away, averting his eyes. He shook his head, hunching over for a moment. “I apologize,” he said with a grimace. “I didn’t mean-”

“Let’s have a night out later. If you like, I’ll tell you all about it, and then…I’ll help you with whatever feelings that arouses.”

Halsin shuddered, eyes closed, but he smiled wide at you. “Yes, I would like that. If you’re ready.” Halsin opened his eyes, his expression content.

You thought of Dammon and Karlach sitting side by side, wrapped in their blanket, tails intertwined. You thought you might like that too now. You thought that after all this, you might find comfort in finding something similar with Halsin.

“Yeah, I think I am.”

This was a little idea I played with, but ultimately did not end up using. I've been sitting on it for awhile and am still not entirely happy with it, but it'll do. I have such trouble writing explicitly gender neutral smut, but I tried lol.

#reader insert #gender neutral reader #bg3 fanfiction #karlach x dammon x tav #karlach x dammon #reader x dammon #reader x karlach #tav x dammon #tav x karlach #tav x halsin #implied tav x zevlor

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princemick · 6 months

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Hi! Can you pls explain how you can do red lips on your gifs? Your colorizing is so vivid always especially on lips. I'm so impressed!

HI! yes, I for sure can explain this to you because its actually really easy. so under the cut I'll make a tutorial on how to get this lip focus effect on my gifs.

I'm going to be using oscar because he is the most naturally blushy person on the grid but I'll also quickly explain things you'll have to watch out for with different skintones.

so, the big trick to this is to make sure your lips/blush are a contrasting colour in comparison to the rest of your gif.

(think about the colour wheel, green is the opposites side of purple)

lips tend to have a more purple/red hue to them while skin tends to be more orange/yellow in undertone. so what we're gonna start with doing is adding contrast and making sure greens and blue's are heavier then the yellow/red is.

I prefer using curves and colour balance for this as you can play around a lot and use the dropper tool in curves to make your life easier

now, I like adding a few more layers of colour balance and channel mixer to try and neutralize the colour even more but this all depends on the raw footage and on the skintone.

now that we're happy with our neutralizing colour we're gonna be grabbing hue/saturation which is THE big trick to this colouring

you're gonna grab the lil hand tool at the top left and click on the darkest part of the lips

now this is what your hue/saturation should look like. we're going to focus on the little bottom part and we're going to expand the little tabs and slide it to the more puple part of the colour line.

then, we're going to slide UP the saturation so far as it looks natural, you should be able to instantly see a difference (if you dont, slide around the little tabs until you do see the lips brighten up) I like to darken the lightness too to make the colour a bit more neutral.

with this part you have to watch out with different skintones.

every person has different under tones, people with white skin tend to lean more pinkish while darker skintones especially lewis has more yellow skintones, because of this you will probably make lewis's skin FAR to yellow which is obviously NOT good.

you can still use this style with those skintones you just have to watch out more, neutralize better and get the sliders more purple as their lips also tend to have more purple tones in them.

here's a fantastic tutorial how to get rid of yellow tones in black skin if you do run into this problem with your colouring.

now, you have your basic lip blush, from this moment on you can do whatever you want with the colouring, I like to neutralize more after this, so adding another few layers of colour balance.

then I tend to go into the red and yellow of selective colour and manually play around with making the lips/blush more coherent with the rest of the lighting.

to simplify this I'm only going to show yellow and red but I normally use all colours on selective colour.

and then I just add my normal colouring which can be whatever you like to do. I like adding more contrast and highlight spaces to add more depth to his face and I almost always add one more layer of hue/saturation which will make his blush and lips pop out even more.

which makes this my final colouring result

I hope this was coherent and logical and ya'll understand what my thought process is with my colouirng. if it's not or you want some more explanation on something please dont be scared to ask!!

if yall do use this style and colouring please do tag me I'd love to see what ya'll make!!!

#kyle.answers #design.stuff #tutorial

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yakuzacanons · 9 months

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How about some headcanons of the boys with a hostess s/o?

(your writing literally makes me sooo happyYy ASDFGGJKLAJDHSHAAAAAA❤️❤️❤️❤️)

Hi sorry this took so long, very busy last couple of days but I DO see all the asks and am getting to them in the order I received them. This prompt has been in the back of my mind for a bit and I'm super excited to finally get it out, all the deets below the cut as usual.

Kazuma Kiryu

He's had his fair share of visiting and helping with hostess clubs so he doesn't judge you for it. In fact, he sympathizes a lot with your struggles. Always wishes you a good day at work.

Kiryu understands that sometimes after hour dates happen as part of your work and he is seldom jealous. If a date runs long, he'll stay up late waiting anxiously for you. Not the type to bombard you with messages because he knows you're working.

He loves all your hostess outfits, it makes him blush so hard. If you ever ask him to help pick one out, he just goes bright red and says "Ah... you look so good in both, I can't decide". Sometimes he drives you to work or picks you up after a shift.

Majima Goro

Like Kiryu, he has some experience helping out hostesses so he's very supportive of you. He's a much louder supporter though, letting out a very loud "Knock 'em dead today, hot stuff!" as you walk out the door.

Jokingly gets jealous, pouting childishly if you have an after hours date and saying "Huuuh? Why cantcha just tell 'em your cute lil' ass is already taken?". In reality, he's just proud that at the end of the day you come home to him. He feels so lucky to have you while everyone else has to pay just to look at you.

If he gets time, he might swing by while you're working, much to your embarrassment and to the amusement of the other hostesses. He won't take up your time from customers, instead he briefly drops off gifts or food before giving you a kiss. Once he leaves, the other hostesses tease you a little but really they're just jealous how much he dotes on you.

Akiyama Shun

Literally owns a hostess club so your job doesn't phase him. In fact, he probably met you via work related business. Having said that, Akiyama never actually expected to date a hostess and the idea actually makes him blush a little.

He thinks you look cute in literally anything so don't bother asking him to help you pick an outfit. Whenever you ask if something looks good, he answers with a yes so quickly that it's almost scary. When you point it out to him, he says something like "I AM being honest, you do just look good in all of them."

The most sympathetic of all of the boys given the fact he literally owns a hostess club. Due to his connections, he can totally pull strings like giving you a day off when you're super tired or getting you a discount on certain jewelry. You also really inspire him to put more effort into running his hostess club.

Saejima Taiga

He's been to hostess clubs but he's more likely to meet you when you're off duty, somewhere like a grocery store where you bump into him. Saejima is totally a meet-cute kind of guy. He will be stunned by how beautiful you are.

Honestly neutral on the whole hostess thing. Any career you choose is fine by him as long as it's what you actually want to do. The most important thing is that you're happy and healthy.

He'll joke about whooping the asses of dudes who try to get handsy but he'd never actually go so far as to physically intervene with your job. Very good at restraining any jealousy and channels that energy into making sure you're okay by giving you shoulder massages after a long day or making you coffee before work. Saejima's a nurturer at heart.

Tanimura Masayoshi

He'd be surprised that you're a hostess. Tanimura isn't the most perceptive so he honestly never really bothered guessing what job you had. He just figured you'd tell him whenever you wanted to.

Tanimura is a protective little lad and his experience with work makes him very watchful over you. Worries most about your personal safety at work and says things like "If a guy ever tries to pull some shit, just call me and I'll be there right away!"

Hypes up your outfits because he loves the way you smile when he compliments you. Texts you on his breaks to ask how your day is going. He reminds you to take enough time to eat and rest, which is ironic given that he always forgets to eat and rest.

Ryuji Goda

Supports you fully, both emotionally and financially. He will ensure that you are the best dressed at your job. Ryuji will go out of his way to keep up to date on newest trends, so if there's a new clothing or makeup line coming out that's popular, you can bet that you'll wake up one day to find it gift wrapped on your nightstand.

At some point he will offer to support you financially, as he worries that you are working too hard and he wants you to know that he can support you both regardless of your career choice. As long as it's a job you want to do, he's satisfied. It's his way of showing that he's got your back.

Some of his men might whisper behind your back that they don't understand why a man like Ryuji is with someone like you but Ryuji will stomp out those rumors immediately. He'd never judge you for your job and on his watch no one will judge you for it either.

Nishikiyama Akira

He honestly thinks it's kind of cool that he's dating a hostess. Nishiki gets a secret kick out of noticing how many people want to spend time with you only for them to find out he's the lucky man who actually gets to be by your side.

Nishiki is the kind of guy to anonymously leave gifts for you at your hostess job, and they are always very flashy: a gorgeous bouquet or a custom necklace, things that will makes the other hostesses swoon and will make you blush.

Deep down, Nishiki actually gets jealous easily but he does try to hide it. He'll ask "So, how did your after hours date go?" with a hint of sarcasm but he can be easily soothed with a hug or a kiss. Nishiki doesn't actually mean any harm, he's just scared of being discarded.

Daigo Dojima

Out of all of the boys, Daigo has the least experience with anything hostess related. He's actually a little traditional in the sense that he's inexperienced but he's by no means conservative. At the worst, he'll just be confused as to what your job actually entails. However, Daigo is a logical man and an explanation is all it'll take for him to get it.

Daigo is the type of man to be very gentle with his partner, likely in direct contrast with the harshness of his work. He might not be able to call or text during the day, but he'll watch out for you in other ways like sending a private car to pick you up after a shift, or laying out a special new outfit for you before you wake up.

He really trusts your instincts and would never question the safety or legitimacy of your job. However, if you ever do feel unsafe, call him and you'll have the full force of the Tojo Clan at your back.

Mine Yoshitaka

Plays it cool when you finds out you're a hostess but is honestly the worst with jealousy. Mine is king of jealousy city. He doesn't necessarily understand why you work as a hostess when he can totally just take care of you both but he won't go so far as to outright tell you what to do.

Will go out of his way to not actively express jealousy as he doesn't want to be a bother and he totally knows it's a him issue. Honestly, teasing him about it actually helps. Knowing you see right through him and that you aren't bothered by these types of things makes him feel more at ease and the both of you can laugh about it later.

He is going to take you shopping and you cannot argue. Otherwise he'll just bring home one of everything and tell you to try them all on. He does it to support your work but also because he loves seeing you all dolled up. Mine is also totally down to teach you more about certain types of alcohol if you're unfamiliar with the subject.

#yakuza #yakuza headcanons #yakuza imagines #ryu ga gotoku #ryu ga gotoku headcanons #ryu ga gotoku imagines #goro majima #majima megaphone moment #kiryu kazuma #majima goro #ryuji goda #akira nishikiyama #akiyama shun #daigo dojima #mine yoshitaka #saejima taiga #masayoshi tanimura #imagines #headcanons

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autisticempathydaemon · 3 months

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THIS IS FOR THE MATCH-UPS AND ALSO /NF TO DO, IF YOU DONT WANNA, ITS OKAY! :D

What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why? — OOOH definitely Dance with me by Topline Addicts, as for lyrics: You say "come and dance with me", but I'm a bit too shy so I just smile politely (its giving me so much Lasko vibes this part and I love it)

What is your Enneagram type? — 9w1 the peacemaker (k think thats what its called)

Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why? — I never heard of them (if they are a person bcs I tried to look them up but no luck, unless if you mean subnautica–?) I'm sorry ;-; /lh

Tell me about your childhood imaginary friend. — Not really an imaginary friend, but I guess I could count my daydreams of myself as a fairy princess when I was a kid? So charming and pretty and powerful as hell, getting the hearts of those fictional character I loved at that time

What is your go-to way to fall asleep? — Always lying on the side, my back facing the wall. I try to sleep on my back but it's not working so far, other than these, I need complete darkness and quiet, bcs I get stiff when I hear a noise

If you had to change your name, what would it be, and why? (In tandem, if you have changed your name, why did you pick that one?) — If there was this name in my country, I would go for Jax or Jaxen, gender neutral and short and has a nice punch to it!

What is your favorite of Redacted’s audios, and why? — Lasko fucking Moore. This guy almost took down the channel, was number one before the purge, keeps breaking stuff even in his apartment, he is just like me fr /hj (Lasko kinnie here) and even lately, I love his development so much, like he will always be my number one (I love other characters too tho!)

What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.) — It's I guess because of how much he is popular? I love Sam, but I sometimes forget how much favorite he is and it always surprised me /lh

Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to. — The Smoke Thieves by Sally Green, I love the dialogues between two characters, which one is kinda always flirty (not in Gavin way, he is like "youre so pretty and your pretty eyes omg") and so chill and happy with the other, who is awkward and doesn't know how to accept compliments and theyre so gay omg

Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend? — I dont wanna answer this because that means I have to choose /j./lh (... Huxley... I will smooch his cheeks. As a friend.)

Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I’m ready to sleep when I start talking about space.) — It depends on the mood while I'm tired, but most of the time, it's my Redacted OCs currently, especially when I'm so tires I can't even type right LMAO

Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo. — Some chocolate snack bar and milkshake in a bottle

Tell me about your favorite playlist at the moment. — I made it yesterday, but it's all kinds of happy sounding songs and OST without any lyrics and it feels so nice to bop into it

What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why? — Wattpad books,, i wanna get back into reading some, its been years

And whatever else you think tells me about who you are! — I'm libra sign, INFP, I like the nights and sunrises, have many redacted OCs (around 20 of them, i like to play with the kinds of powers and try to mix them and experiment) and I like to text RP! I also currently work on my gaslamp fantasy WIP book(?), I'm undiagnosed neurodivergent (possibly audhd), dyslexic and I also listen to Mr Laveau's Nexus AUDIO RP series (recommending if you like video games sfx and original art) and started listening to DND group The Adventure Zone!

I HOPE YOU HAVE A NICE DAY/NIGHT/ALL THE TIME! :D

Okay, so you know who I’ve always thought should really be into fantasy and DnD? Asher, and since canon hasn’t yet confirmed he loves these things, you can be his introduction!

The combination of your personality types and your being a writer gives me the image of an emotional and emotionally intelligent person, which I think is a good match for Asher who is also pretty emotionally intelligent! I think your vibes would really match, and together you two could be, like, the heart of the Shaw Pack as the Beta and his mate. Also, Asher is some sort of flavor of neurodivergent, and I love making ND4ND pairs, ya know?

Your life together would be so FUN, I’m actually jealous. I think getting Asher into DnD and games would be such a treat, listening to TAZ together, helping him learn rules and the different systems, maybe putting together a campaign with Angel and Davey because Angel would be a fuckin bomb DM, I feel it in my heart. He’d also be such a lovely partner for a writer. I can very clearly imagine Asher laying his head on your lap, having you read what you’ve written that day aloud to him which functions as both a cute bonding activity but also a way for you to spot-check and edit how it reads.

Song:

What would you do if I stole you tonight? (Ahh ahh)/ Why waste time? (Ahh ahh)/ 'Cause the world goes on without us/ It doesn't matter what we do/ All silhouettes with no regrets/ When I'm melting into you/ 'Cause I belong in your arms

One, you said you like happy-sounding songs, and I think this is a great one. I love it’s kind of dreamy, high vibe, you know? Two, this came out around 2012, when Asher would have been a teenager, so I like how nostalgic and romantic this song would be for him.

Runner-ups:

For a writer who loves fantasy, OC’s, and roleplay games, Guy is a sure shoe-in for a runner-up! I think he and Asher have a lot of similarities, but I went with Asher because he struck me as a better match for an introvert. For a Lasko kinnie, I had to choose Aaron as another contender because they’re my favorite Redacted rarepair, and I’ve been meaning to write something for that shop for a while.

note: thank you for your entry, I hope you like it!

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee matches

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drbennedict-writingadvice · 6 months

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hello! any advice to get out of your head for someone who hasn’t picked up writing since they were a teenager? for some reason, in my head, i view writing on my own time for fun as “embarrassing” or “cringy” simply because i’m getting older and view it as a immature hobby…

…which is obviously not true! i have a lot of respect for writers and i know you can write at any age, but whenever i open a page, i feel out of place and can’t read my old writing in fear people would look at me as immature. the same goes for creating detailed characters and storylines.

i’m not even old either (19) but i mainly wrote a lot in middle school—maybe that’s why? idk.

tdlr; any advice on writing for myself again without fear of judgement?

Hi anon,

Thanks for writing in! This is something a lot of creators struggle with especially if it’s something they did when they were younger and during a time they considered themselves to be “immature” or “cringey”. The brain is great at linking things and creating patterns, and because you wrote a lot when you were in middle school, a time period that I think is universally accepted as the worst and cringiest part of life lol, your mind linked the hobbies you did during that time to the feeling of immaturity and cringiness. The great news is that most people grow out of this phase naturally! I know it’s not exactly the same but I remember when I was just starting college I felt embarrassed to talk about the bands I liked in high school (and secretly still liked) but as I got older and became more self confident and sure of myself, I learned to unabashedly embrace those parts of myself. And nobody cared! In fact a lot of people felt the same way as I did.

But don’t worry, I’m not saying that you just have to wait it out! There are definitely things you can do to speed up this process. My first suggestion is that if you’re worried that people will think writing for fun is immature (which as a 29 year-old with a writing themed blog I promise you it’s not!) , then for right now, just don’t tell anyone! It can be your secret hobby while you learn to be more confident and rewire the way your brain thinks about this.

I’d also suggest trying to find other people who also enjoy writing either as a hobby or as a hopeful profession so you have a safe community you can explore your writing in. Surrounding yourself with like minded people can be really helpful! I remember the first time I attended a writing workshop it felt so amazing and freeing to be surrounded by people who I knew also loved writing and were never going to judge me for my passion. It’s currently national novel writing month and even if you don’t feel up to trying to write an entire novel in one month, there are still plenty of NaNoWriMo activities you can take part in. There are tons of discord channels, forums, virtual events, and in person events you could join.

A lot of it will just be reminding yourself that it’s not immature or cringey. This won’t change you knee jerk reaction overnight, but just like how positive affirmations work (at first you think it’s dumb, then it’s kind of neutral, and then you start to believe what you’re saying to yourself) after a while you’ll find that the way you think about writing has changed. Think of writers you love and admire and how you don’t think they’re immature or cringey for writing, and neither do most people! Think of Tolkien who created incredibly detailed story lines and characters, and even went so far as to create multiple fake languages that many people now genuinely learn for fun. Even if fantasy isn’t your preferred genre I have yet to meet someone who considers what he did anything less than impressive. Not once have I heard someone call what he did immature or cringey. So I think just recognizing that you have this thought pattern that your logical brain knows isn’t true, and for now just accepting that you have this cognitive dissonance and not feeling bad about it, but taking these small steps to work towards changing that thought pattern.

And finally, just write anyway! Like I said you can keep it a secret for now if you want to, there is absolutely nothing wrong with that! But try to write anyway. The more you write now then the more examples your brain has to rewire writing not as something you did when you were younger and therefore something immature but as something you do now as a young adult. And don’t put too much pressure on yourself as you’re getting back into writing for the first time in a while. Do not expect that your first attempt is going to be a masterpiece, but just have fun with it! Get into the habit or writing regularly, whatever that means for you. It could be once a week, it could be every day, just do what works for your life and your schedule right now. The more you practice the more normal it’ll feel and like anything, the better you’ll get at it, which will help you feel less cringey about your writing.

I’ll leave you with one small anecdote. Any time I tell people that I’m writing a novel they are always immediately impressed. I have never had someone say anything negative about it or anyone act like it was a dumb thing to spend time on. And most of the time I hear things like “Oh I wish I could do that, but I just don’t have the dedication.” Or “Oh I always wanted to write a novel, maybe I’ll give it a try now” or “Oh me too! What writing software do you use?”

I know this was a long answer but I wanted to try and ensure I was actually helpful! Please always feel free to reach out if you have other questions, or if you ever just need another reminder that there is nothing immature or cringey about wanting to write in your free time.

#writing advice #how to start writing again #anon

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junkissed · 11 months

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what colours do you associate with ur moots?

omg ive been waiting for somebody to ask me smth like this !!! i'm a very visual person so there's pics & a little blurb for each of yall below <33 also i only did the top ten moots i talk to most often so if i didn't include you definitely send me an ask and i'll tell you yours!! i would love to do more i just didn't wanna make this post a hundred miles long lol

@onlymingyus: indigo + dark blueish grey

i couldn’t find pics that were the exact color i’m thinking of but this kind of dark denim-y color is pretty close. you’re like that color right after the sun sets where it’s not yellow anymore but it’s definitely not black yet. it’s really casual and comfortable like when you’re walking home on a summer night when it starts getting dark early and it’s almost too dark to see but not yet

@duhnova: dark pastel purple + white

i’m probably projecting because ik you like kuromi but i really think you’re a mix of dark and light purple, not too light like pastel purple and not too dark like violet. like how in the pictures cheol is wearing a white shirt but it’s balanced by his dark hair or by the dark windows of the bus in the background, you’re really balanced in my mind like you have the good parts of both light and dark and also you just have this super cute energy that's very squishy like cheol

@seokmins: pale yellow + beige

elv is everybody’s sunshine so ofc you’re yellow but i think it’s more of a soft pale yellow. i feel like you’re usually a little more shy or quiet so you’re not a big loud bright yellow and also when i was looking up pictures of seokmin i didn’t see any that were really bright yellow so it just confirms my theory !! it may look a little plain but honestly i don’t think you would like standing out and being super bright

@petrichor-han: white + grey

you’re a very neutral white to me, but not necessarily because it means a lack of color!! you always use the white heart emoji and i think the color (and the emoji) really fits you because even though plain white can seem intimidating in its blankness, on you it seems so kind and gentle. as a fellow felix enthusiast i think you’re really like him too because he can also seem intimidating with his voice but in reality he’s the sweetest lil guy and i want to give him (and you) a big huge hug

@lovelyhan: dark blue + black

hello kai lovelyhan i said it in the reblogs of your post but!! to me you’re like the dark blue of the ocean at night. like sitting on the docks at the edge of town, away from the noise and the crowd of the city where it’s quieter and the water is calmer. early in the morning when it’s still dark the boats will start moving and it’ll become loud like the rest of the city but for this little period at the height of the night it’s quiet enough to relax in

@wonwussy: forest green + brown

to me you’re like a historic building covered with vines, either hidden deep in an overgrown forest, or sitting at the end of a busy street that people walk past all day. i watch too much of the history channel so i pictured like an old factory from the 1900s or a schoolhouse (and i mean old in a cool way, not old in an old way lol). i feel like you have a lot of history and so many cool stories to tell that aren’t always obvious at first glance

@idyllic-ghost: gold + moss green

in my brain you’re very sparkly and shimmery like a sunset. like these temptation concept pics you have kind of a nature-y feel like a little insect exploring a forest. and you are a bee after all so you have to have a little yellow lol. like sunlight shining through a bee’s wings

@strawberryya: pink + red

the brightest and pinkest pink!! i associate you with strawberries not just because of your url but because you’re so vibrant and sweet like fruit. you’re always so fun to talk to and you would be strawberry ice cream because you’re so soft and you melt when you’re around people and overall just seeing you interact with people is really cute and sweet

@aceofvernons: aquamarine + pale blue

obviously you Are blue like you are the very concept of the color blue. but there are many many shades of blue and i think you are this specific aquamarine teal-y kind. cyan is a little too bright and cerulean is a little too dark so you’re balanced perfectly in the middle. like really bright clear waters or that pool tile greenish blue because i think for the most part you’re just floating along. whatever life throws at you, you just say fuck yeah and keep floating and it’s so cute. honestly i think nothing can phase you except maybe vernon in which you’d start splashing around like a feral animal and getting everything within a 10 mile radius wet

#🌠 : asks #🌠 : anon #i loove categorizing little traits like this i hope yall like these hehe

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With sky sports being the international feed on f1tv, it’s only working against the certain drivers I think.

It’s okay to have favorites obviously, but sky sports takes it to the extreme. Whether it’s hyping up their own guys even when they’re kinda just there and not doing much, but ignoring others. Karun’s awful takes and weight shaming Charles a while back. Crofty/brundle/kravitz (can’t remember which one) talking how Ferrari should let Carlos through after Charles got damage even though Charles was near the front, Carlos in like p6, and Charles was still faster.

Ngl I don’t think it’s okay to have clear favourites when you have a monopoly on the broadcasting. If people are, for the most part, forced to watch the sport via your channel, commentators should be as neutral as possible imo. You can say something like “aw I have a bit of soft spot for Lando because he seems like a nice guy” but I don’t think we should be hearing the Gluck Gluck of Ted Kravitz on LH, if you know what I mean. Or, yes, the obsession with Carlos. Or, as of today, the snide remarks about Oscar because now that he’s not borderline making Lando look silly, they’ve found an excuse to say Lando is the best thing since Damon Hill. And I LIKE Lando, but that was unneeded, the unfavourable Oscar comments.

Also, side note but I was SO creeped up by Martin Brundle’s “don’t be so hard on yourself” comment to Lando earlier. You’re not his year 6 art teacher that’s a grown man at work. If you really meant that and think he needs to hear it take the time to grab him in private like a human being not on flipping tv. If I were Lando I’d have thrown hands.

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