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antimony-medusa · 1 year

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One of the things that I think sometimes gets lost when we talk about what's appropriate in fandom spaces is the notion that things can be appropriate in one space, but not for another. And that doesn't mean that the thing that's inappropriate in that setting is wrong, it just means that it's rude in that space. I think people want a single set of rules that's appropriate everywhere, but the thing is, you have to be able to assess the situation, and adjust your behaviour accordingly.

So an example. I have a fairly popular text post that was me asking about c!phil and religion in all innocence, and someone said "the only thing I have to say about c!phil is that he worships on his knees, thank you and goodnight". And I reblogged it like "I can't believe I forgot about how this fandom does phil analysis", cause it was at the height of the dilfza memes.

Anyways that's obviously a phil-is-happily-married/oral sex joke, in an oblique innuendo way, and on this site, where Phil is not here, and his friends are not here, with it being clear I was talking about the block man character, and we make jokes about sex and profanity (a very popular url scheme for a long time was "[name]shugecock" (or smalldick, depending on the joke)— that's a fine joke to make. I'm an adult, I can make sex jokes about fictional characters on the sex joke fictional character social media site.

If I was to make that joke in Philza's twitch chat, a) in his face, b) with his wife modding, c) in an enviroment where people aren't prepped for sex jokes, d) with it being not clear if I was talking about the cubito or about the real guy, that would be wildly inappopriate. I would be banned in every chat Philza mods in and I would deserve it.

That doesn't mean that it's inappropriate to make the joke in the first place though, just because I wouldn't do it at a Phil meet and greet. It means you gotta learn to read the room. (And like, sometimes it's hard to learn to read the room, but you can do it by pure brute-force memorization. I did.)

This is the same theory that underlies the fact that you can call your friends a bitch in a friendly way, because you are friends and you know each other's boundaries, but if you call your boss a bitch, you will be fired. There are rules about workplace appropriateness, and there are rules about what's appropriate in front of kids (I teach teens, I do not swear in front of them, I swear a LOT in front of my roommate), and there are rules about what's appropriate in different fandom spaces. Participating in an exchange about pregnancy and babies with your favourite blorbo of the moment? Great. Showing the actor gift art you got of him pregnant? No. Bad. Go directly to jail, do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars.

The thing that concerns me is that I think there are slight signs that as we get more comfortable with sexy jokes and offcolour remarks as a MCYT fandom (QSMP is the big banner example but it happens with other smps), we're taking what's appropriate in one space (tumblr, home of the brain worms, where I have seen the blog "philzaswetpussy" on my dash), and we're bringing it into places that it's not appropriate (sure, slimeariana is clearly canon, but maybe don't put the actual dicks-out fan art in the art tag on twitter that slime checks). Cause we can obviously tell that the rules twitter is going with are silly for here, so it's full speed ahead for roier/spreen etc, but the trick here is that it's full speed ahead HERE, or in fandom servers, and not necessarily in the streamer's faces.

We have a bunch of situations where creators have said that it's not their place to weigh in on shipping or nsfw etc, and people have taken that as a go ahead and that's fine, but thats still something where I'd like, caution people that just because they said "not gonna look at it not my deal", that doesn't mean that like, you should make it difficult for them to avoid looking at it. Talking about scitties is an honourable tradition, but telling scar that he makes you question your sexuality in his TTS— I made a horrified noise in real life and the cats came to look at me.

And I'm talking about the shipping, but this is also a thing with like— sometimes I see a streamer and I go "my friend you just vividly described neurodivergent symptoms" but it is ABSOLUTELY not my place to say that in their chat. It might not even be appropriate to make comments about it on my blog, with the amount of followers I have. I have to keep the "streamer just described the ADHD experience again :pensive:" comments for the group chat. And we all nod and go "yeah sounds like streamer", and we do not put it in his face, cause that's inappropriate.

We get to have fun with the fictional characters, including off-colour fun, but we still have to remember that there are real people who don't know us who are steering those fictional characters around, and it can be profoundly weird to see some of the (stuff that is appropriate in fandom spaces!) just up in your face in the regular fan art tag.

Just think about the space you're in, and who you're in front of, and if a CC notice is actually likely, and if a CC notice would be Very Bad actually with what you're doing, and keep the "world's sluttiest absent father" bracket (with associated slutty fan art) for here, not with the streamer tagged on twitter.

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ronsenthal · 4 months

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Part four of Jess Reads Fierce Valor we are walking towards the end of the WWII and also the end of the book

Notes: Y'all know the drill, I highly recommend that (if you can) read the book and take your own conclusions, this is my view from my experience reading it blablabla

nothing much insane happens at first as they are at Haguenau, just Speirs not letting sick pneumonia Lipton sleep on the floor so he ordered him to get to the bed while he spend the night on a sleeping bag

oh yes Webster being a poet describing Winters and Speirs as they were planning the patrol, they were in front of a creek, with some maps and aerial pictures and just random gesturing, he said he was inspired by those two tactical nerds

now it gets crazy and there is gossip about *cleans throat* GHOSTS and they were kinda blaming Speirs as they thought it was the ghosts of the prisioners from Normandy (????) that he killed????there were some accounts of spooky stuff going on even Nixon got some tales to tell, something with ammo carts moving around when nobody was touching it lmao

so as we know the first patrol was considered a success, but the second one never happened because WINTERS ordered them to sleep that night and come in the next morning with the news that they couldn't get any prisoners, pretty awesome if you ask me

they do the lottery thing but instead of Shifty one of his best friends won it as was released, they didn't mention it was rigged BUT it was his bff after all, so who knows (we do know)

HE MADE THE MEN WASH THEIR UNIFORMS like boil them down to take off the dirt and make their boots shiny again. We have Webster saying he liked Speirs and talks about his sincere smile that was endearing, really touching stuff

Lipton tells us how Speirs didn't drink or smoke and tried to stay in good shape BUT we have Webster saying previously that he had stained tobacco teeth so what is the truth???

when he got promoted to captain he got drunk and cried in front of Lipton??? because he was so ashamed of his behaviour and keep saying how he always took care of himself by not drinking or smoking??? and now they ruined him, but again what is the truth?

finally Berchtesgaden and we have Webster saying that Speirs more than once said that "there was an inverse ratio between courage and looting" while Malarkey said he was the worst looter, again the account don't seem to agree which is quite normal when it's about this man

the crazy vengeful bitch destroyed a fucking Mercedes, the account of the book is slightly different from what Webster told in his book, in this book they say that one of his sargeants found the car and but Speirs pulled rank on him and got the car that apparently was Göring's??? anyway from there is pretty much the same,

listen this is funny because they tried to pull a prank on him but he was smarter (word spread about the prank before it took place). Sargeant Mercier got his hand on some german officer's uniform, put it on and had some guards to take him to Speirs desk in full uniform, "Sir we captured this german officer what should we do??" to which he calmy and firmly said "Shoot him" and then Mercier broke character and Speirs told him to get out of the uniform and stop messing around

Webster telling that on VE day Speirs was throwing empty bottles of champagne and shooting it from his balcony, he and some sargeant named Carson were shooting bottles as target practise and Talbert came furious with the latter, because a certain Captain banned the careless use of bullets, so he was down after the guy but saw Speirs with him, and he was like "oopsie forgot my own order" and Talbert didn't liked Speirs at all and it was one of the reasons of his resignation, he wrote some letters to Winters confirming his hatred

okay so now we have de Chuck Grant incident, he was FURIOUS and ordered a manhunt, he joined them after securing that Grant would be taken care and was at good hands at the hospital, but yes according to Malarkey the "When you talk to an officer you say sir" did happened and he hit the idiot with his gun

after that the party was over, even Sink was pissed off and wished that someone (Speirs) had killed the replacement who shot Grant. Some rules were then set in place like cars and guns curfews, no drinking, not friendly activities with civilians and he got tougher again, he was even described as draconian during this time

we have some more accounts of Webster and Winters praising him as a CO and after being on Germany and Austria they were sent back to France

ah yes his wife Edwyna divorced him after her former husband was found alive in a german prison, so he was alone and lonely on his journey back to the US after the war

okay from now we are going toward the start of his long ass military career I think there are only two chapters left on the book

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the-himawari · 10 months

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A3! Furuichi Sakyo - Translation [N] MY WORST WEDDING

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Sakyo: (Alright, I guess I’ll start headin’ over to the next site.) (Sakoda… ah, it looks like he’s talkin’ with the other guys.)

Ginsenkai member A: Are you pullin’ my leg!?

Ginsenkai member B: You’re goin’ on a date!?

Ginsenkai member C: Oi, who’s the lucky lady? Where’d you two meet?

Ginsenkai member A: Damn it! I’m jealous as hell!

Sakyo: Good grief… what are they making a fuss about?

Sakoda: Ah. Aniki, listen here! Apparently, this guy’s goin’ on a date with a girl!

Sakyo: I know. I could hear everything.

Sakoda: *Sigh*. I’m green with envy… Ah, but I have aniki, so…!

Ginsenkai member B: So, where’re you going?

Ginsenkai member C: No matter what, don’t bring ‘em to an old pub ‘round here, got that!

Ginsenkai member A: Wouldn’t some place like a French restaurant be a big hit?

Ginsenkai member D: That’s so outta character for me!

Sakyo: …

-pause-

Sakyo: (The budget this time is…)

Banri: Sup, Sakyo-san. Are you doin’ accounting work right now? Woah, your calculator skills are pro as usual.

Sakyo: I’m used to it, after all.

Banri: Oh yeah. Have you come up with a date plan? We’re supposed to come up with one for our role study by next week’s rehearsal. The deadline’s comin’ up, y’know?

Sakyo: No… not yet.

Banri: Seriously?

Sakyo: How about you?

Banri: I’ve got it in the bag. During the day, we’ll go shopping, catch a cup of coffee at a café, and head to a darts bar together… Then in the evenin’ we’ll ride a dinner cruise where we can enjoy the night lights. Sounds perfect, right?

Sakyo: I see.

Banri: Well, good luck, Sakyo-san.

*leaves*

Sakyo: …*Sigh*. (I know it’s for role study, so I should just get it over with.) (Wait, but…)

*imagination starts*

Izumi: Ehh! Sakyo-san, this date plan is never going to work! Even a 100-year love would freeze over!

*imagination ends*

Sakyo: …What am I thinking? (I know there’s no way she’d say that. But…) …Tch. I gotta do what I gotta do.

-pause-

Banri: …And that’s my plan.

Taichi: Woah~, that’s Ban-chan for you…!

Juza: Shit plan.

Banri: Say that again?

Azami: Next is shitty Sakyo.

Omi: Let’s hear it.

Izumi: Alright Sakyo-san. Please go ahead.

Sakyo: …Got it.

-pause-

Sakyo: …And so, that’s all for the date plan I came up with.

Taichi: Woah, the perpetually stingy Sakyo-nii… went for a high-class French restaurant…!

Sakyo: …Times like these are special.

Banri: You really went full-out, huh?

Sakyo: …

Banri: Got ‘em.

Taichi: With that, we’ve finished hearing everyone’s plans. Now then, Director-sensei. We’d like you to choose whose plan was the best!

Izumi: Well… let’s see…

Autumn troupe: …

Izumi: All the plans were great… I don’t think I can choose.

Taichi: HUH!?

Banri: For real?

Taichi: Are you sure, Director-sensei?

Izumi: Come on. I can’t choose between the plans that all of you poured your hearts and souls into preparing…

Omi: Director…

Juza: …

Izumi: But, also! When it comes to a date, curry is a must!

Juza: …

Omi: That was a blind spot.

Banri: I totally forgot about that.

Azami: So did I.

Sakyo: Geez.

Taichi: It’s a tie between all of us this time~!

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#a3!#a3! translation #furuichi sakyo #act! addict! actors!

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lokischickadee · 8 months

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Forgotten Love

Authors note: Sorry for not posting in a while. I haven't had the inspiration. (words: 3716)

Loki stares at the floor as he sits in his cell. Ruby walks up to his cell and stands in front of the door. He looks up from the floor, meeting her gaze.

“My name is Ruby. I’m here to help you.” He tilts his head to the side. “Why?” She looks at him nervously. “Do you remember the girlfriend you had when you were younger?” His jaw tightens. “Of course I do.” “That was me,” she replies.

His face is stunned. “You were my girlfriend? Ruby?”

“Yes,” Ruby says with a shy smile. He looks surprised, but still guarded. “After all these years, you came to find me?”

“Yes. I never forgot you,” She replies.

“I never forgot you either.” He pauses for a moment. “Why did you leave without explanation? It hurt me deeply.”

“Odin banished me after you found out you are a frost giant,” Ruby said sadly.

“Oh…” Loki turns a bit away from her. “I wish you had told me about this much sooner. I could have helped you.”

“Odin wouldn't let me see you. He threw me out and banned me from coming back.”

“This makes me so angry.” He lets out a frustrated grunt, and pounds his fist against the cell wall.

“I’m here to help you and take you with me back to Olympus,” Ruby said happily.

His brow furrows. “Olympus? Why would you take me to Olympus?”

“It’s my home, remember?”

“I… do you still live there?”

He nods. “Then take me home with you.”

Ruby looks at him shyly. “May I give you a hug first?”

“You may.” He stands up and spreads his arms out in invitation of a hug. She wraps her arms around him and hug him tightly. He wraps his arms around her, hugging her just as tightly. A warm feeling washes over him as he feels safe in her arms.

“God I missed you so much,” Ruby says while trying not to cry.

“I missed you, too, Ruby.” He rests his head against her shoulder, feeling more relaxed.

“I will never leave you again, I swear to you,” she says with her eyes full of emotion.

“I believe you.” He smiles softly at the girl he loves, and pulls her closer for a longer, tighter hug. She hugs him tight and teleport them to Olympus. He is surprised by the instant teleportation, but quickly adapts. “It’s good to be home, Ruby.” He kisses her cheek and looks around, taking in the sights of Olympus for the first time in decades.

“Zeus wants to speak to you before you are allowed to stay.”

“Understood. Let’s go then,” he says, putting on a face of confidence, even as the butterflies flitter in his stomach.

They walk to through the palace to the throne room. He takes in the sheer grandeur and majesty of the palace, stopping to observe every detail he can before arriving at the throne room. Loki sees her stop in front of the door. He stops with her and looks down at her with concern. “What is it, Ruby?” He glances at her, sensing she has something to say.

She sighs. “I’m just scared.”

“If you’re nervous, then I’m twice as nervous as you.” He looks toward the doorway of the throne room once more, and his hands begin to tremble. “Please don’t abandon me again, Ruby… if Zeus decides to banish me, I will be alone again and I don’t think I could bear it.”

Ruby takes his hands in hers. “I swore to you that I will never leave you again and I meant it. You will never have to be alone again, ok?”

He smiles. “Okay.” He lets out a deep breath, trying to steel his nerves and walk confidently into the Throne Room.

Zeus is sitting on the throne. He looks down at the two of them. “Why have you brought this person to me, Ruby?”

His chest tightens. He looks to Ruby for guidance. She nods to him, encouraging him. “Ahem, I am Loki, lord of mischief…. Father to Jörmungandr the World Serpent… former prince of Asgard.” He looks back at Zeus and waits to be banished.

The king of Olympus stares down coldly at Loki. “I remember you. You were the man I disgusted with the most of all the men my daughter has dated. Why are you here?”

He gulps. “I know I am not welcome here, lord, but I come before you in peace, asking you to reconsider me. Ruby and I have been through a lot together, and we only wish to settle down somewhere to call home.” Loki looks back to Ruby and smiles. “Please, Zeus, let me stay in Olympus and live a peaceful life.”

Zeus sighs. “I will let you stay if you do something for me.”

He perks up, relieved he will be staying. He looks to Ruby, who nods her head again, encouragingly. He looks back at Zeus. “I will do anything for this chance.”

“There is a demon who has escaped Tartarus and running around the underworld. Help Ruby capture her and take her back. Then you can stay.”

He nods decisively. “Absolutely, I will bring back this demon and return her to Tartarus! Thank you, Zeus!” He bows his head, feeling indebted to Ruby and to the king. “What is the demon’s name?”

Zeus nods. “Lamia. She is a vampiric demon.”

“I know of the demon. I will return with her in chains!” He looks to Ruby with certainty. “I promise.”

Zeus nods and dismisses them. He nods to Zeus, bowing low once more before he and Ruby exit the room. He turns to Ruby and his face softens. “Don’t worry, Ruby. Lamia won’t stand a chance against me.” He smiles confidently, sure of his success.

Ruby take his hands. “May I kiss you?”

His face flushes red with excitement. “Yes… please.” He tilts his head slightly and closes his eyes, waiting for her kiss. She wraps her arms around him and kisses him deeply. His heart races for a moment, catching him off guard, but his face softens as their kiss draws out. He wraps his arms around her, pulling her close as the kiss grows more passionate. He breaks off the kiss, looking down at Ruby, who stares up at him, her eyes sparkling. He smiles and gently strokes her hair.

“Thank you, Ruby…” He leans in for a lighter kiss once more.

She kisses him again. “I missed you more than anything.”

“I missed you, too. I never stopped loving you, even when you weren’t by my side.” He kisses her forehead and embraces her once more, this time without letting go.

She kisses him again. “I missed you more than anything. I will not let that demon hurt you. May I do something?”

“I missed you, too. I never stopped loving you, even when you weren’t by my side.” He kisses her forehead and embraces her once more, this time without letting go.

“Of course. What would that be?” He asks, smiling softly at her.

She takes his hands and uses her magic to put a protection spell over him. His eyes widen as the magic flows over him, sending a warm and tingly feeling through his body. “What… what did you just do?” He looks to Ruby, who is staring back with a faint blush. She smiles back at him.

“It’s a protection spell.”

His grin widens. “A spell? Of protection?” He looks at Ruby, feeling overwhelmed and emotional with love. “Thank you, Ruby. You’ve always protected me.” He bends down and gently scoops her up into his arms, his face beaming at her.

He looks her in the eyes, feeling a rush of gratitude. “Thank you, Ruby. I… I had no idea your magic could be so powerful. I will be much better prepared for my battle now.”

“I just don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you!” she says with tears in her eyes.

“Ruby, you’ll never lose me. I’m here to stay.” He kisses her on the forehead again, and smiles at her.

“Just stay beside me, ok?”

“Always.” He smiles, gently resting his chin on her shoulder. “You and I will keep each other safe. I promise.”

They start walking towards a huge cave opening where there are stairs that go down to the underworld. His eyes widen as he looks at the cave entrance. “We have to go under the underworld to capture the demon?”

“Yes that is where she is running around. She can’t leave there so that’s good.”

He takes a deep breath and steels his confidence. “Then let’s go get her.” He takes Ruby’s hand and starts walking down the stairs into the underworld. They walk down the stairs, going down deeper and deeper into the pit. He follows Ruby down the stairs, taking stock of his surroundings as he keeps alert for any sign of Lamia. “Ruby?” He looks back at her. “How far down does the underworld go?”

“It’s really deep.”

He gulps. “I see…” He holds her hand tighter, taking comfort in her presence as they continue their journey deeper into the underworld.

They arrive at the bottom and see Charon waiting on us in his boat. He looks uneasy at the sight of the grim ferryman, but forces himself

to keep walking forward with Ruby. “Who is this man, Ruby?” He looks to her with concern.

“His name is Charon. He is going to take us across the River Styx,” Ruby says.

“The river of the dead?” Loki looks around, taking in the dark surroundings. “Will we safely make it across?”

“Yes they won’t mess with us,” she replies.

He sighs in relief. “Good. Thank you, Ruby.” He looks at Charon, ready for the journey ahead. They board the boat and Charon starts them on their journey. He looks between Charon and Ruby as the boat journeys down the river. He notices Ruby holds his hand during the entire journey, his own grip on hers getting tighter and tighter.

“Ruby? Are you scared?”

“A little bit but we will be fine.”

He chuckles. “You say that, but I’m also a little scared. Not only are we in the underworld, but we have to capture a demon.” He glances around, seeing no one but him, Ruby, and Charon. “Do you know what Lamia looks like?”

“She has red skin, sharp teeth, black stringy hair, and sharp claws,” she replied.

He takes this information in and looks around. A flicker of movement catches his eye, and he looks over to see a woman with red skin, sharp teeth, black stringy hair, and sharp claws walking behind a pillar nearby. “Ruby, look!” He points at the nearby demon.

She looks and stands up with a start. “Charon stop the boat!”

Loki jumps to his feet, feeling the boat come to a sudden halt, as if the ferryman heard the call. Lamia looks up from the nearby pillar, her eyes glowing red as she stares suspiciously at Loki, Ruby, and Charon.

Ruby gets off the boat and stands a few feet from Lamia. “You know why I’m here, Lamia.”

Loki steps off the boat next to Ruby. Lamia hisses at the sight of his presence, her face contorting into a scowl. “What do you want, frost giant.” She speaks in a raspy and deep voice, her sharp teeth bared at them. He stands in front of Ruby protectively and looks up at Lamia with intensity. “I have come to capture you and return you to Tartarus. Stand down and allow me to take you without a fight.”

Lamia laughs maliciously. “You have no idea who you are with. Ruby is a monster and she has killed many people. I have escaped to kill her.”

“That is a lie.” He turns to Ruby, still standing in front of her. He looks back to Lamia, his rage growing as the demon continues to insult Ruby. “I will not allow you to hurt my love, Lamia.” He steps forward, fists clenched, ready for a fight. Before Lamia could say something back, Ruby uses her magic to pin her to the ground. He smiles, relieved to see Ruby fighting for him. “Good work, Ruby. Let’s get her safely back to Tartarus.” He looks down at Lamia with disdain, feeling a rush of anger. Lamia struggles helplessly against Ruby’s spell, trying desperately to break free. Ruby chains Lamia up, drags her to the boat and throws her in. Loki looks around for Charon to start the way back to Tartarus. After a few moments, the ferryman gets the boat moving once more to the underworld, this time going toward the depths of the pit, toward Tartarus.

Ruby sighs and sits down. Loki sits down next to Ruby, taking her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “We did it, Ruby. We defeated Lamia.” He smiles broadly, feeling a pang of relief. “Zeus will be happy when we return.” Ruby smiles back at him but the smile doesn’t reach her eyes. “Are you okay, Ruby?” He looks at her with concern. “You don’t seem very happy.” He runs his thumb along her hand gently, noticing her distant gaze.

“Lamia wasn’t lying when she called me a monster.”

He sits there in silence for a moment, processing what Ruby said. His face clouds with confusion. “Why do you say that, Ruby?” He turns slightly to look at her, not understanding why she seems so down still.

“I have done....horrible things in my past. I’ve hurt a lot of people.”

He turns fully toward her, feeling deep concern for her. “What have you done, Ruby?” He takes her hands in his, holding them lovingly,

waiting for an answer. “Please tell me, what did you do?” He doesn’t let go of her hands, hoping to provide reassurance. She looks away with tears in her eyes but doesn’t answer.

He frowns slightly. “Ruby, please.” He leans forward, gently taking her chin and turning her face toward him. “Tell me what you did. I will not make you feel ashamed, no matter what it is. Please… I need to know so I can help you.”

“I was tortured by Cronus and was mind controlled to attack Greece 7 years ago,” Ruby says quietly.

His face turns white with shock. He swallows hard, his own fear mounting as he processes her words. “No… no, that can’t be right!

You can’t possibly have done that to your people.” He turns away from her, unable to look at her, his voice faltering as confusion takes

hold. “Surely it was a mistake…” He looks back to her, searching her eyes to see if what she said was true.

“I was mine controlled but yes.”

He shakes his head, turning away from her again. “It can’t be true…”

He sits there in silence, feeling the weight of her confession. He looks over at Lamia to see her chained and silent, staring at them with rage.

“Ruby…” He turns to her again, looking deep into her eyes. “It was a one-time thing, right? You’ve never done anything like that before?”

He looks at her in desperation, hoping her answer will relieve his fears.

“Yes it was only one time. I was tortured badly and I didn’t want to.”

She starts to cry.

His heart softens at the sight of her pain. He pulls her in to a hug, cradling her close as he runs his fingers through her hair. “Shh… shh… it’s okay, Ruby. I will not hold it against you. You were controlled by someone else. It’s not your fault.” He looks over at Lamia, who is still being held down by Ruby’s spell. “We will get through this together, just like we got through Lamia together. You and I.”

She sobs at his words. “I’m sorry! I don’t deserve you.”

“Of course you do. You are my love, and nothing will change that.” He smiles down at her and kisses her forehead gently. “You are good and kind, despite whatever you may have done in the past. I believe in you, Ruby.” He looks back to Lamia, still not moving, restrained by her chains and spell. “Now let’s get this demon to her rightful home in Tartarus and make it back alive. I don’t want to have to explain to Zeus that we were killed down here.” He winks at her.

She smiles and kisses him. He kisses her back, holding it for a few more seconds before pulling away with a grin. “I love you, Ruby.” He takes her hand again, squeezing it gently as he looks to Charon. The ferryman glares at him, seeming annoyed at his lovey behavior with Ruby. “Let’s just get rid of the demon already.” He turns to Ruby with a smile. “After this, we can find a nice place back in the realms and build a life together. Just you and me against the world.”

They arrive at Tartarus and Ruby drags lamia to her cell, throws her in and locks her cell, locking it behind her. Loki helps Ruby lock Lamia’s cell, throwing the heavy latch on the cell, effectively sealing it shut.

He wipes the sweat off his brow and looks back up at Ruby with a tired smile. “Well, that’s over with. Now we can finally get home to Olympus.” He holds Ruby’s hand tighter and starts back up to the surface, ready to return to the realms above.

They walk to the boat and get on. “Take us back Charon.”

He sits back down in the boat with Ruby as Charon sets a course back to Olympus. “Thank you for your help, Charon.” He smiles at the ferryman, who nods briefly. In the heat of the moment, his worry over Ruby’s past seems a little less pressing. He turns back to her with a warm smile. “Shall we go find Zeus and explain what happened to him?” He pulls her close, her head on his shoulder, and they ride back together to Olympus, with Ruby holding onto his arm the whole way.

Ruby hugs Loki tight. He wraps his arm around Ruby, hugging her back, feeling her warmth against him as they ride back to Olympus.

He smiles softly as he looks out on the river below, his mind running a million miles a minute. Was Ruby really the monster that Lamia had said? Will Zeus punish her for her misdeeds? His worry grows as they draw closer to Olympus, his heart beating faster with each second.

We arrive back at the staircase that leads out of the underworld.

“Thank you Charon.”

He watches as the ferryman disappears back down the river, his task done. “You’re welcome, Charon.” He gets up from the boat and takes Ruby’s hand, heading up the stairs and out of the underworld. They emerge onto the surface world once more, breathing fresh air for the first time in days. “Oh, this feels nice.” He takes a deep breath, feeling much better. “Now, we can find Zeus and let him know what happened on this mission.”

They walk up the staircase and walk out of the cave. He continues to hold Ruby’s hand as they head back to Olympus, his concerns about her past beginning to ease. Perhaps it wasn’t her fault, as she had said. “I’m glad we don’t have to deal with that demon anymore,Ruby.” He looks at her, hoping to see a smile on her face.

“Me too.” They walk into the throne room and see Zeus sitting on his throne. He stops just inside the throne room, still holding Ruby’s hand. He looks up to Zeus with a hopeful smile, ready to explain the situation. “My lord, you won’t believe the success we’ve had on our mission. We captured Lamia, who was hiding in Tartarus.”

Zeus looks down at them “You actually did it? I’m impressed. Do you still want to stay here?”

He looks up at Zeus, holding Ruby’s hand. He smiles, feeling confident in his choice. “Yes, my lord. I would be honored to stay here with Ruby and continue serving you and the other gods.” Zeus looks at Ruby now, with an unreadable expression on his face. “If it pleases you, Ruby would like to stay as well and continue serving the gods at Olympus.”

Zeus nods “Very well. You may stay.”

“Thank you, my lord.” He smiles up at Zeus, relieved that they will be able to remain in Olympus. He looks down at Ruby, noticing how uncomfortable she seems around the gods, particularly Zeus. He runs his thumb along her hand, still holding onto her and providing her with some comfort and reassurance. “He said we can stay.” He whispers to her.

Zeus gets off his throne, walks over to ruby and holds both her hands.

“I know we haven't had the best relationship as father and daughter but I give you my blessing to marry Loki if you choose to do so in the

future.”

He looks up at Zeus in surprise, not expecting him to say something like that. He smiles warmly at her, but notices Ruby’s eyes widen in shock at her father’s words. He holds her hand tighter, giving it a gentle squeeze to reassure her. “Ruby, it’s okay.” He looks up at Zeus with confidence, still smiling. “We love each other very dearly, Zeus. And we fully intend to get married.” His gaze turns back to Ruby, who is still frozen in shock at her father’s sudden statement.

Ruby looks at Zeus. “Yes we do. Thank you father.”

Zeus looks at her with a proud smile, squeezing her hands before he lets go. “You’re welcome, my dear. I can tell that you two love each other very much.” He turns to Loki still clinging onto Ruby’s hand, nodding in approval. “You’ve done well, Loki. I knew I made the right choice in trusting you to complete this mission. Take some time to rest now, for you deserve it.” He nods to them before turning and walking back to his throne, taking his seat once more. They walk out of the throne room, tightly holding her hand in his and never letting go.

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oonajaeadira · 2 years

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I’ll Never Fall In Love Again: Scene 5: You May Now Kiss the Bride

Fandom: The Bubble

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x f!reader

Warnings: none. A little rusty wordcraft after some time away.

A/N: This one’s a bit longer, stuffed with a bunch of half memories and a swirl of rushed, weighty moments. I could have split this one in two but didn’t really want to. It should be a whirlwind, and for that, I do not apologize.

The intimacy coordinator doesn’t seem to know that you and Dieter were–are–married. Not interested. No assumptions. Two actors, professional agenda, plain as that. She’s just here to do her job, and there will be no nonsense, there are boundaries, there must be consent.

“Twice, Gerard,” she chides from under her austere, German haircut, opting for Dieter’s character name, not bothering to use his real one. “No more. It is once, twice, break. Noses to the right, no tongue.”

“How about teeth?” He is trying so so hard to keep the twinkle out of his eye and the IC glares him down. He returns a self-defacing grin, meant to charm, to be submissive. “I don’t think he would invade her mouth, but I don’t think he wants to let her go, either. I mean, look at her.”

Now it’s your turn to glare.

“Justine,” she barks at you, similarly foregoing your actual name, and you jump. “You consent to this?”

“Suuuuuuure.”

“Fine. We add that in. Please add it to the notes.” She doesn’t even look over at her assistant, just places the order and moves in to point to areas on your body. “Hands can go here, here, here, and here. That is your canvas. Do not paint outside the lines. Now kiss.”

It’s hard enough to naturally execute a staged kiss with a stern woman ordering you into it. Let alone in a rehearsal room full of PAs and pop lights. Let alone with Dieter fucking Bravo and all the baggage that entails, both bitter and sweet.

But still. You’ve shared staged intimacy with him before. And muscle memory kicks in. His huge hands cupping your jaw should make your shoulders want to jump in reflexive defense. Instead, your body remembers–this posture, this gesture, this warm breath on your face, these eyes yearning after your lips–and instantly melts into its safety.

You almost forgot how his mustache tickles.

You almost forgot how he grips, his fingers fighting against his desperation, trying so hard not to bruise.

But the gentle pull of his teeth at your bottom lip, that’s new.

For him. That was always your move.

He’s gone back to the sandalwood shampoo. That’s nice. You almost forget where you are--

“Ach. No. Clumsy. Remember your light. Your nose gets in the way, Gerard. Try again.”

You hope the step back from your scene partner isn’t too fast.

Or too slow.

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“I got a little over-zealous.” Dieter shuffled through the french doors of a large-ish bedroom, the walls covered in a riot of figures, studies in the shape of Dali’s slender women, half finished, heads like bouquets, door knobs, something slightly penile– “Was gonna repaint it, but thought you might wanna pick your own color. Home it up however you want.” The ice clinked in his whiskey glass as he spun toward the floor-to-ceiling blinds to push them open, revealing a nice little balcony looking up over Dixie Valley toward the scrubby hills. He tilted his head back for a second to let his sunglasses shield him from the sun that poured through, an annoyed hiss sucking through his teeth betraying a possible hangover. “Got a new mattress coming. You don’t wanna sleep on the one that was here.”

A shameless grin as he winked a red eye over his Ray Bans at you.

Morgan was right. His house was large enough. No mansion, for sure, but a sizeable place for two people; it’s far too big for one. Must have picked it for the tax write-off. You’d certainly have enough privacy.

His bedroom was on another floor–four in all, built into the hillside–and two different living room lounge areas on separate floors. You could go days without seeing each other without much effort.

“Are you sure you want me to paint over them?”

“Please,” he scoffed. “I haven’t been back in here since the acid trip that birthed these. Just like, 36 hours of fucking around and a shit ton of macaroni balls.”

He painted all of this, in all this detail, in a day? And what the hell is a macaroni ball?

“Well, then, if you really don’t mind, I guess I might get someone in here this week to get it done. I’d like to get out of my condo lease before another month comes due…”

He choked slightly on a sip of whiskey and cut the air with a splayed hand.“Wait. You’re giving up your lease?”

“Well…yeah. It doesn’t make sense to pay for something I’m not living in. I mean–”

“Don’t do that. I got it.”

You blinked. “What do you mean, ‘you’ve got it’?”

“I can cover your rent. You shouldn’t…give up your own place.”

“Oh.” An awkward silence. “I…thought I was going to live here, satisfy the requirements, keep up appearances–”

“Yeah. Yeah, of course,” the ice clinked again as he swung his free hand forward to find your shoulder, not sure if it was to steady himself or you. “You’re welcome to make it your home. Really. Go fucking bonkers. I just thought you’d want to keep a space that was yours. To retreat to.”

Twisting to look out through the bedroom doors into the wide open second floor living room lounge and then back again, you cocked an eyebrow. “I think I have more room here, D.”

“I mean, a space that doesn’t have,” he gestured sloppily around his head and then out toward the walls, “my aura saturating it. Like, a space that doesn’t have my ass smeared all over it.”

He didn’t laugh with you, but allowed the time to let yours pass. “I don’t mind that as long as you don’t mind me rubbing my…aura ass or…ass aura all over your house.”

That, though, yanked a half-smile out of him. “Not at all. Your ass aura is a welcome addition.”

“Good.” Dieter was a big weirdo, but his heart was in the right place. This was going to be more pleasant than you’d anticipated. A warm little breeze ruffled the curtains as you whispered a humble thanks.

“Cool. Great. Hey, mmm–” downing his whiskey and walking out of the room to the tv area of the lounge, “you wanna smoke and watch some porn?”

Ah yes. That aforementioned “aura.”

“Um, no? But…I wouldn’t mind getting high and watching Xanadu….”

That won you an eager, unchecked grin.

“Amazing.”

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It started off one night by asking him to help you navigate the complicated system of streaming services and on-demand channels he had set up through an expensive all-in-one portal. He found the movie you were jonesing for and you ended up on the lounge couch with his feet in your lap while you both ugly wept over the ending of Wit.

After that, the next few weeks was an almost every-other-nightly ritual of him wandering down to the lounge, asking sheepishly if he could join you, and then a combo of one of you sprawled on the couch, the other on the floor or being lap support for feet, one of you stoned (usually him), stuffing your face with popcorn, late nights chewing over cinema history (or Dieter’s Hollywood conquest history) and player’s choice for passing out there or in your own beds.

Dieter ended up being the roommate you always wanted, one that made you realize how quiet and lonely your single-bedroom apartment had really been. Sure, he stumbled into your area more often than he’d promised, but he was always welcome. Sure, he left a wake of spilled wine and soggy popcorn and kitkat wrappers and greasy pizza boxes on the coffee table, but he also was on good terms with his cleaning lady who was able to somehow leave the place immaculate every morning, even if he was sprawled out snoring atop the mess. In and out before you woke, you had a suspicion that she was some kind of magical house brownie with eternal patience and goodwill. Every evening you shuffled off to your room leaving Dieter in a pile of bathrobe and paraphernalia, you wondered if you should drop her an offering of cookies and milk. Or, like, a crisp $100 bill.

He spent a weekend here or there off somewhere for a photo shoot or pickups for the movie he shot right before Fall of Timon that was set to come out during awards season…Hunger…something? Strike? Yes. Hunger Strike. And you, you navigated your way through a few meetings with an immigration agent and set about filling out some preliminary paperwork. Morgan helped, mostly by pulling some industry strings to pull your life sentence with Dieter down from the requisite three years.

A week to the day before the wedding, you realized how unreal it all seemed. Shouldn’t you be stressed? Planning? What were you forgetting? Everything was being taken off your plate by a high-profile wedding planner you never actually saw, so it was actually a routine day when Uri Malani’s assistant showed up at the house with a rack of a half dozen dresses out of which to choose from the designer’s upcoming line.

Weddings for actors are never the stressful affairs that they are for many people. Actors spend much of their professional lives in the spotlight, they have a plethora of opening nights on stage or wardrobed awards nights or show up twenty feet high on a big silver screen. A wedding is just another day on stage. Nothing has to be perfect because they’ve learned that anything can be improvised and still be amazing.

So the tailor session for your wedding dress was much like an at-home costume fitting; this was, after all, quite literally, just one more role to play. Except that the dress was worth $8000 and sponsored by Malani’s design house. It wouldn’t be yours to keep, but then, what would you do with a dress you’d never wear again….

….a dress that was really only a costume…for a fake-ish wedding….that you agreed to in order to further your career...not like it was for love or anything...not like it was...

“Hey. You okay?”

Dieter had come home while you were stood on top of a tailor’s box in the downstairs living room, a beautiful white silk creation cascading over your shoulders and piling in gleaming yardage around your feet. He’d taken up a seat on the far end of the room, knocked over something decorative on an end table when he propped up his feet to better support his sketch pad, using you as his personal model. “Like a fucking Venus in her seashell,” he mumbled, assessing all the white fabric.

The tailor had run out to his car to find a packet of buttons for this particular dress, leaving you to stare at yourself in the traveling full-length mirror.

Pretty. Simple. Innocent maybe. The perfect little sweetheart to tame the Hollywood beast. The reflection had replaced you with a …bride. And some deep crypt in your heart opened up. And some errant thought you once thought was dead came ambling out, attacking when you least expected it.

There in the mirror was a bride who was you and you were a bride and that bride was sobbing and beyond it should have been a Dieter kicked back in an armchair but instead there was a sketch pad laying ruffled and bent on the floor where it was dropped and your friend striding across the room wide-eyed and fingers twitching and looking about as scared as you felt–

“Hey. Hey Babycakes. Hey. What the fuck is happening here.” Suddenly he was before you, his hands wandering through the air around your elbows, stuck in two gears at once, oscillating between wanting to clutch and yet keeping a forced, respectful bubble; a man that wasn’t practiced in the art of comfort and knew it.

“I just,” you put up your hands, trying to calm him in return, a signal that he need not be so worried. “I just…I don’t know…sorry. This is all just happening so fast and it shouldn’t be a big deal but…”

Oh.

You hadn’t thought of that until exactly that moment.

“I just realized that I won’t just ever have a wedding. The wedding, you know? That…my husband–my future husband–will never just be my husband. He’ll never just be the most special person in my life…like, he’ll always be my second husband as far as everyone’s concerned. And that wedding’s gonna have to either just be simple and take a back seat to this one or it’s going to have to be bigger and better in every way and I won’t be able to enjoy it…maybe…I don’t know….”

“Hey.”

You didn’t even realize you were shaking until his hand folded around yours to find it a still, warm place to be. And when you looked up to the mirror again, there was a bride, puffy-faced, standing aloft on her short pedestal in an artsy Sherman Oaks living room above her slovenly groom in a stretched-out t-shirt whose thumb was worrying her knuckles and who was gazing up at her in a heartfelt study of concern and fear.

“Cakes. We don’t have to do this.”

His voice had the same effect as turning the heat down on a simmering pot and you felt your heart returning to manageable speed as you squeezed his fingers in your own.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. It just hit me hard and fast. I’ll get over it. I mean, it’s just a dream, right? There’s no saying I’ll even marry anyone else. I’m so picky and focused on my career so…” But when you met his eyes, you saw that his pot was still threatening to simmer over. “Really. It’s okay, D. Just promise me we’ll have fun, okay?”

Letting go of the breath he’d been holding, his face settled into a slovenly, relaxed smile, relieved to have an assignment. “Yeah. I can promise that.” His eyes shot wide. “Oh shit. Vows. We have to do that shit don’t we.”

You laughed, lifted his hand to kiss his thumb as the tailor came back into the room. “Yeah, we do. Just don’t promise anything you can’t deliver, Bravo.”

“You wouldn’t believe what I can deliver, missus.”

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Nobody could ever say Dieter Bravo wasn’t an amazing actor.

“Listen. I may have got my ass kicked off a few sets when I was just starting out, but I can say that I’ve never broken a contract. I sign my name onto something? I commit.”

A perfectly sunny day. A beautiful ocean-view trellis. A veil made of silk orchids spilling over your hair. Your parents watching from the front row, flown in specially for the day.

Dieter didn’t believe in holding hands during the vows. But apparently he did believe in hugging you tightly against him and very openly weeping. “I can’t believe you said yes to me. Babe. You’re just…you’re the perfect wife for me. You came into my life and it’s been fun, you know? I promise you, we’re gonna have fun.”

It was sweet, really. You knew he wasn’t only putting on a good show, living up to the weirdness that people expected from his eccentric, chaotic persona, but it was also evident that he was actually allowing himself to feel this, to give into the fantasy of being a husband for someone he cared about.

And, of course, you knew he was doing this for you. Living these vows in real time. Because the harder you giggled against him in front of the ocean and everyone you loved, overcome by the ridiculousness of it all, the harder he sobbed, his voice all but cutting out completely, just an absolute mess.

He stumbled forward a little, stepping on your toes, but it hardly mattered. To match his white groomswear–a beautiful white jacket and vest over black trousers–he’d opted for white crocs. That way, he said, he wouldn’t hurt you when he fumbled the first dance. And you were actually touched that he’d festooned them with the jibbitz you’d bought him that day at the Farmer’s Market. It made you grin like an idiot on your march down the aisle. And if you ever got nervous enough to drop your gaze, there they were, a reminder that this was all just too silly, that you were both in on your own private joke.

As much as he’d assured you that you didn’t have to adopt this crazy scheme, it surprised you that Dieter actually took it as seriously as he did. Not the fake marriage thing, but the whole…formal wedding part. You knew him well enough. This was not his style. If Bravo was going to seriously marry anyone it would probably include nudity and psychotropics.

But at least he was making sure you were both having a good time at everyone else’s expense. As long as he wasn’t high. That’s all you asked of him on the day. Just for him to be coherent enough so you wouldn’t be left alone in all of this. And you were relatively sure he was going to keep his word on that.

“You’re so talented smart and and pretty and I’m fucking lucky I met you. You like all the same pizza toppings I do and I’m so happy you’re the last person I see before I fall asleep. I know what I’ve got. I’m not giving this up. I’m gonna take care of you,” he pulled his expression together into a mask of fearful determination. “And I’m gonna be who you need me to be.”

Damn, he was Sell. Ing. It.

Your eyebrows shot up as he went in for an early kiss, smashing his lips into yours, his fingers digging into your back, the combination of his vows’ forceful sincerity and the desperate eagerness of the kiss sending you both stumbling.

After that, it was a balancing act between your mouth and your heart, one of them delivering the vows you’d prepared–the promises to treat him gently and be a good partner, some quote by Emily Dickinson about the wildness of the sea and the beating of your heart–while the other worked to quiet all the fire alarms that his words had set off in you.

It was just a show. Just another show, that’s all. You would let the emotions guide your actions in a truthful way, but in the end, the curtain always comes down and you get to take your bows and dump your flowers in your dressing room and then go out and get a drink.

“And I promise you, Dieter Bravo, that you will enjoy every damn moment of having me around.”

And he laughed through his watery eyes and you kissed him back, giving his bottom lip a good-natured nip as you let him go, the wedding guests exploding in applause as the officiant made the final declaration and nobody but you heard Dieter when he whispered, “Yes ma’am.”

Now that? That was a five-star performance.

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Most of the reception was spent apart from one another. You both quickly realized that whenever you stood in one place together, silver and glass rang out, demanding satisfaction and wouldn’t stop its incessant din until your lips met. You planned for one or two kisses during the ceremony, probably one after the dreaded first dance, but you’d both forgotten about the abhorrent clinking tradition. And it wouldn’t do to look like you were avoiding it.

Dieter wasn’t the best kisser–kissing probably not being his focus when he was intimate with people–but he was warm and gentle in a way you hadn’t expected, his lips were big and soft and his nose got in the way. It got easier and more natural every time, but it was still a struggle to make sure it looked as if every one was your thousandth, and not your third.

By the time he was swaying against you, his lips finding your temple during the first dance, he had nailed the role. “How are you holding up, missus?”

“It’s going fine. My parents are happy. They liked your last film and I told them about how nice you were to me during Timon. I mean, they also think you’re a bit of a clown with a flat ass, but they’ll come around.”

“Bold of them to assume. The jacket covers my ass. Mostly.”

“YouTube. The Venice Beach incident. The reason I’m here, remember?”

“Well, shit.” His cheek pressed into your forehead, seeking support.

And you lent it, winding your arms further around him, urging him to lean in. A subtle shift in his sway, a slowing, a softening as you rubbed comfort into his back. “How are you doing?”

“Fucking exhausted.”

“Those crocs letting you down?”

“I meant emotionally. This is a lot of work. Even a union day’s only ten hours long.”

“Just think how well you’ll sleep tonight.”

“Shit. That reminds me,” he sighed, exasperated. “Planner booked us the suite here. The bed’s a California king, but I’ll take the couch if you want.”

“Should be fine. Do you snore in your sleep?”

“Guess we’ll find out.”

“Do you fart in your sleep?”

“Guess we’ll find out.”

And, like thousands of newlyweds before you, you chuckled softly into each others’ shoulders, your wedding guests most likely imagining a much different conversation.

The last verse of the first dance began–a cover of an old love tune neither of you had chosen but everyone had immediately started sighing over–and you let words go, simply fueling each other through the last big duet of the performance.

Your head fell naturally to his shoulder, and his chin held you there as you both just rode out the time.

The sun was setting. The fairy lights taking over.

His shoulder….ample, supportive.

Sandalwood….

And the last verse of the first dance ended–a long final note that both of you allowed to resonate between you as everyone applauded in adoration–and you stepped back to find each other’s eyes, then, according to the script, each other’s lips…

…but then neither of you let go.

In fact, both of you held on just a little harder.

There was a flash, a moment where the spell was working on you, that maybe you wanted it to be real. A flicker of heat and the need to be consumed by him. As your body received the kiss that was meant to satisfy expectations but was fulfilling other surprising deficiencies, its chemicals fired to match the action, and as his fingers twisted the silk of your dress, they wrung a tiny whine from you–

–signaling an end to the effect as he broke away.

Or so you thought.

But then…his eyes…his pupils blown wide, his dark eyes darker with–

“Dieter, are you–”

“Hey, do you wanna have–”

“--are you…high?”

You could almost feel the ramp of his heart as you caught him in the headlights. Those wide pupils darting back and forth between your own. A moment gone on too long that you took for guilt over misbehavior but would later recognize as fear of rejection.

Until he deployed his defense mechanism and let the dumbest, sloppiest smile slide across his face to serve as both an admission and an apology. And you growled through a gritted smile.

“Really, dude? At our staged wedding? My family’s here!”

He laughed and gave you a squeeze, nearly lifting you off the ground. “Told you. Fun. D’you wanna hit?”

“No, you fucking dork. Just…don’t let my parents find out. They’re really weird about that stuff and you already have a track record.”

It was half chiding and half resigned amusement. The man was a disaster and everyone loved him in spite of it, you were no exception. He was zero good judgment and a fine example of a charming but hapless mess. But you knew he was good for his word, knew he wouldn’t embarrass you. And that was–you reminded yourself lovingly towards him–about the best you could expect out of Dieter Bravo.

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“Roll. Action.”

It’s the mark of a good director, scheduling an intimacy shoot on the first day, especially if you need your actors to have a newness, an electricity, that little spark of desperation and awkwardness that makes the chemistry bubble.

But that certainty changes when the actors have history.

It’s the mark of a genius director to take two actors with history and throw them opposite each other when the characters themselves are fighting against their own past.

“I still love you, Justine.”

“I very much doubt that.”

“It’s true.”

“Yeah?” You hit your mark, tilt your chin at him in challenge. “Prove it.”

In his everyday persona, Dieter is an agent of chaos and an absolute menace. But to his credit, he takes his job seriously, a consummate professional. His hands go here, here, and here, and they avoid there, there, and there, just as the intimacy coordinator instructed. He kisses once, twice. No more.

He’s added a few subtle ingredients–a press of foreheads, a shared breath, a thumb across your cheekbone. And a hum of satisfaction.

But he forgot the nibble. It’s not necessary, and he originally added it just to dig at you.

And of course he knew that something deep in you would notice--and secretly resent--the omission.

The little shit.

The IC isn’t on set for filming.

Fuck it.

You put your hands there. You kiss him a third time. You give him a little nip.

And he smiles into the kiss. And does not let go.

A whistle comes from the DP. “Good take. Let’s do another for safety.”

Annie’s voice floats in contentedly from the darkness in the direction of the run monitor. “Let’s do a few. Dieter, don’t hold back. He needs to show her how he really feels. This is his one chance to make her love him again.”

There’s no will in you to pull away from him so fast, this time content to stay in your light while the shift is reset. But you manage to give him a look, a half-hearted reprimand–

Dieter….

He counters with a cocked eyebrow.

Hey. Fun, remember?

And Dieter, still holding on, never having looked away, calls back to the director, “Can do.”

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Chapter 2 of Nona the Ninth

I'm not sure what is meant by this? Harrow is a person and Gideon is a person, so if Nona turns out to be one of them she is definitely a person, it's not like either of them are like, two people, or something. Not sure if this was meant to say "not just any person, but one of two important people/people who Pyrrha, Camilla and Palamedes care about" or if it was something else

Oh, I figured that Nona was a clipping of Nonagesimus, but this makes sense if Nona is not allowed to know Harrow's name

We've come so far since Gideon's description of Harrow as an "evil stick" and Augustine calling her a crow, haha

I suspect it's probably not the case, but man, what if Nona actually was some kind of amalgam of Gideon and Harrow and that's why she does this. Not that you're not totally allowed to think you're hot and talk to yourself and kiss yourself in the mirror even when you aren't actually partly your crush but like, what if

So, I think confirmation that Camilla and Palamedes are a Lyctor now? So: she has Gideon's/Alecto's eyes, which could mean a) she's Gideon, b) she's Harrow and Harrow has achieved full Lyctor status and thus now has Gideon's eyes, or c) she's Alecto, who I think is the only other person who has those eyes, possibly

Ok, so she doesn't look like a ten-year-old, or at least I really hope she doesn't look like a ten-year-old

She knows what people look like when they're flirting, which I think makes her unlikely to be Alecto since she was consistently described as being and behaving in an "inhuman" way (and what would a planet know about flirting, anyway), but she doesn't seem to care about sex which probably makes her not Gideon and she doesn't object to being flirted with by strangers which probably makes her not Harrow

She definitely seems to have had some experience being an adult human being at some point, but for whatever reason forgot most of that

If Camilla was uncomfortable bathing Nona (which is totally understandable) why wasn't this Pyrrha's job? I bet Pyrrha doesn't give fuck

Priorities, lmao

BOE hates the Nine Houses so much that swords are actually banned? I guess the SCA did not survive the apocalypse, that's a shame

Nona makes this sound so unimpressive, haha

Nona doesn't remember her tantrums, so it can't have been the negative experience that makes her not want to have another one

So here we have an actual textual contradiction to the idea that English stayed around as a liturgical language, because Palamedes and Camilla only speak one language, unless you want to argue that they never would have learned it on the Sixth, but the Sixth seems like exactly the place where you would learn the equivalent of Latin, so I think that's unlikely

There's a number of possible things that we might be meant to take away from this information about the use of the Nine Houses language in BOE, but I think the only one that's at all sensible is the idea that there might somehow be a significant population of House expats or POWs or something interacting with regular BOE citizens, so there's a homegrown dialect of the Nine Houses language here. But I wouldn't expect it to be a prestigious trade language in that case, especially with how BOE sees the Nine Houses. It's "falling out of favor" but BOE has been at war with the Nine Houses for 10,000 years. Are we meant to understand that this language has been "falling out of favor" for 10,000 years now, or was there a recent event that made this language more commonly used and/or more prestigious, and now there is some kickback against its use? Also, I'm guessing from various comments/etc. that they call this language "House"... but you know, there's no actual rule that you have to call two dialects that are mutually intelligible dialects of the same language, if it doesn't fit with your political narrative, or doesn't support your nationalist propaganda, or whatever. Like, Serbian and Croatian are, from what I understand, about as similar as British and American English, but the speakers of those languages call them completely different things, consider them different languages, and sometimes insist that they can't understand people speaking the other language, because of the political situation in those countries. If BOE did have a trade language that was a close dialect of the Nine Houses language for whatever reason, I would imagine that they would do that same and declare it to be a completely different and unintelligible language, even if it was mutually intelligible. Also, I feel like I should mention that the opposite happens too - there's a bunch of different actually not mutually intelligible languages in China, but the Chinese government labels all of them as "Chinese" for political reasons. I could see languages diverging within the Nine Houses between the different planets, but John continues to insist that they are all the same language

Babies have a preternatural ability to learn new languages, but like the absolute earliest you even get a first word out of a baby is at about 1 year, and Nona has supposedly only been learning how to human for 6 months. Also, she doesn't learn these languages after 6 months of exposure to them, but immediately upon meeting people that speak them. I also feel like mentioning that you can't learn a language entirely by lipreading - lipreading works with specific languages because each language has a small set of possible sounds that can be distinguished at least partially by watching people's lips, but plenty of stuff happens inside the mouth where you can't see and I think it's definitely not possible to learn which specific sounds are being made just by watching the lips out of all the possible sounds in any human language. You can learn them by listening, but it would take a non-trivial amount of exposure to even hear all the possible sounds in the language and work out which ones are considered the same in that language, etc., let alone hearing enough vocabulary to carry on a conversation. I wonder if Nona actually has some kind of limited telepathic ability. Like, she obviously isn't able to read Harrow and Gideon's names out of the others' heads, but it might be something she uses unintentionally. I don't think knowledge of all these BOE languages is something she could possibly have had past experience with, regardless of who she turns out to be

#the locked tomb #nona the ninth

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librathefangirl · 6 months

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i need to know about all of these fics NOW (no pressure take your time ofc ofc)

Wrath of a Captain

Moment of Rest (a Decade Too Late)

Hitmen!Demon bros AU

Galand exposes Meliodas' demon secret

How to Demon (Yes, Captain, This is Really Necessary)

Meliodas and the Kids AU #1

also never realized how silly i name my documents till now 😭😭😭‼️‼️‼️

Ahh hearing you excited about all these is making me excited to write them again (hoping to get back to writing more soon - october was a mess and a half :( but I have 2 whumptober fics that I almost finished that should maybe might be posted soon?)

Okay so...

Wrath of a Captain

Fun fact about this one is that it was one of (possibly the) first nnt fic ideas I wrote down when I first got into the fandom. Tho in what - 1-1,5 years? - I've still barely started writing it (oops). But not for lack of interest! I'm still excited about this one, I just haven't been able to specify the scenario enough to start writing (I keep getting distracted by other fic ideas lol).

To summarize the idea in three words: Protective Captain Meliodas.

And here's a rough summary I wrote for myself:

The Seven Deadly sins were a well-known force only fools would take lightly. Though faced with a captain that was small and short, and seemed the complete opposite of wrath itself, it was easy to underestimate him. But just because the captain didn't get angry, didn't mean he never got close. Especially if one were foolish enough to dare attack his team.

A Moment of Rest (a Decade Too Late)

This is a fic I started this summer and then kinda forgot about (oh the art of finishing a fic before moving on to the next one). It takes place after the Capital of the Dead arc and deals with the aftermath of Sins being split-up for 10 years from King's perspective. Now, I can't remember, if it originally was supposed to be "Meliodas was alone for 10 years" angst or "Meliodas was alone for 10 years and demons don't do well in isolation" angst, but it's probably gonna end up being the second one now. Which means the rest of the Sins, while not knowing Meliodas' full story, knows he is a demon and how these past 10 years would have affected him because of it.

Here's a little sneak peek:

The princess had already retired into the Boar Hat, while Ban had simply settled for grabbing Meliodas and sprawling out on the ground. He wasn’t sleeping. His ease was a facade at best. King knew that he too was plagued by these past ten years, and the guilt they brought. It had never been supposed to go this far… Meliodas seemed dazed. A state hopefully only brought forth by the lull of sleep slowly claiming him. He wasn’t quite asleep yet though. To an outsider he might have seemed to be, but King knew him better. His guard was still firmly up, although slowly but surely being picked apart by Ban’s hand repeatedly running through his hair. Meliodas was curled up tighter than he normally would, yet at the same time more relaxed than King had seen him since before they were framed. His head was neatly tucked on top of Ban’s chest. Ear over his heart, no doubt. He’d always had a particular fondness of that, their captain. Easily soothed by the beat of a heart – by the beat of their hearts at least.

Hitmen!Demon bros AU

Oooh this one. thiiiis one! I'm still mostly in the planning stage for this one, but I can't wait until I get to share the full thing with you all. Like the name suggests, it's a modern (possibly slight futuristic) AU where the DK raised his sons as hitmen. It's gonna be a multichapter fic (probably my longest wip yet) and there will be lots of demon bros angst!

Fun fact, while the I had thought about this AU a bit, I wasn't necessarily planning on writing it at first. Then my mind provided me with this super angsty demon bros scene and an awful chapter cliffhanger, and well, now I'm invested. I need to know how this story ends. (If this sounds familiar, I did mention this once before).

Anyway, I have written the first 300-something words, setting up the angst before a jump back in time, so here's a sneak peek:

Perhaps one of the most defining moments in Meliodas’ life happened on January 29th the year he was turning 26. The day Meliodas found himself on a rooftop staring down his own little brother, a raised gun in both their hands aimed at each other. The only sound was the falling rain as the world itself seemed to hold its breath waiting for who would make the first move. At that moment, Meliodas had thought he had known exactly how the day would end. He had known it in the calculating part of his mind that he never could quite shut off, and had felt it in his heart that seemed to break every time he saw his little brother. He had thought he knew what would happen. He had been wrong. Everybody has a choice, but sometimes it doesn’t matter what you chose.

Galand exposes Meliodas' demon secret

Now this one I've shared a bit about before - partly to complain about my (still going strong) habit of stopping my writing in the middle of a sentence. Sadly, I haven't really made any progress since then. Mostly because I can't remember where tf the story was supposed to go (did I even have a plan?? I found the story aka the snippet of writing in a school notebook I hadn't used for months, so who knows).

Anyway! What I do know is that Galand fucks everything up on purpose, and is the one to reveal Meliodas' demon secret to the rest of the Sins. How the story continues from there, well, I'll figure that out eventually. For now, the last part of the fic looks like this:

It had all started with a confrontation with one of the Ten Commandments. Galand of Truth. He hadn’t even seemed to be looking for a fight – not in that moment anyway – King had noticed. He’d just been there to stir up trouble. Always playing games as usual¸ Meliodas had said. Well, games or not, Galand really had caused trouble. The demon had been quick to pick up on the rest of the Seven Deadly Sins’ surprise that Meliodas seemed to know him personally, and then deduced...DEDUCED WHAT??

How to Demon (Yes, Captain, This is Really Necessary)

This is actually a request/fic idea I got from a reader on ao3. It's also mostly still in the planning stage, having taken a backseat to my Febuwhump fic. But the idea is basically Melin giving a lesson on demons to the Sins with the (reluctant) aid of Meliodas. Or in other words, Merlin is sick of being (almost) the only one who knows how to keep Mel alive and will make it everybody's probably whether they want to or not. It'll also take place in the same AU as The Heat of the Storm (which means more of my demon thermoregulation, yay! - oh, actually, sidenote: I'm working on a post about that hc).

So, we'll have random demon lore/headcanons/stuff, some humor, and, of course, angst (probably more angst than should come from this otherwise humorous idea).

Meliodas and the Kids AU #1

The first of (at least) three fics taking place in the Meliodas and the Kids AU (aka Meliodas Adopts the Sins). In this AU, instead of the Sins becoming knights together way down the line, Meliodas ends up adopting/taking them in as kids* over the years.

Now, I use the term kids loosely here since neither King nor Gowther will actually be kids in the normal sense. But Gowther will be on his own for the first time and also still new to the world, and King, well, I still got some ideas for his relationship with Mel (and also, he is still significantly younger than Mel, so I say he still counts as his kid).

This first fic will consist of six chapters (one for each "kid"), exploring how Meliodas ended up taking them all in, and the dynamics of this mismatched little family (mostly the kids relationships' with Mel).

(Also Elizabeth is probably gonna be dead-dead in this AU).

Here's a sneak peek from the first (Merlin's) chapter:

When you find yourself stuck in time, it’s good to set up some rules for yourself, unless you want to lose yourself to madness. Meliodas didn’t have the luxury for madness. Madness was not going to solve anything. He would still be stuck here, unaging and undying, without an end in sight. Submitting to madness would also be admitting that the only purpose his life had left was suffering. An eternity alone in the human realm as a punishment for his crimes against the Demon King. His father was a huge asshole, okay? Meliodas was not about to give him the satisfaction of watching him break. So, he made some rules. The most important one was: do not get attached. [some other stuff not included in this sneak peek] Do not get attached. It was simple and important – and Meliodas had broken the rule before he had even made it.

(also I love your wip titles XD and will definitely send an ask for some ramblings of your own - but that will have to wait, I've got an 8am lecture in less than 7 hours and need to get some sleep, so Imma put a to be continued on the wip talk for now)

WIP Tag/Ask Game!

#thanks for the ask!#libra answers #gh0stofyesterday #wip tag game #wip ask game #libra talks about her writing #my wips #wrath of a captain #a moment of rest (a decade too late)#hitmen demon bros au #galand exposes meliodas' demon secret fic #how to demon fic #meliodas and the kids au #nanatsu no taizai #seven deadly sins

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safetycar-restart · 1 year

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Oh yeah, we have to explore every aspect of the househusband!AU, from the engagement to the wedding and your daily life.

But my idea is............the wedding band like a collar.

Now hear me out, in the context that you're already married, you both have rings. You wear your ring all the time, but Carlos creates more hours in the day just for the purpose of wearing it. It's simple, a gold band, maybe with an engraving inside (saying what 👀?) and it's expensive but simple and it's Carlos' favorite object in the world. He takes it off to bathe, wash the dishes, and cook certain things, but he immediately puts it back on and never goes outside without it.

It goes beyond having something expensive, it's the feeling it provokes in him. Carlos is proud to be your husband and he wants to show it! Marriage should never be about owning someone, but for Carlos, the ring is something romantic that represents your relationship well, he wants to be yours and show it to the world.

Only once did Carlos leave the house without his ring, perhaps because he left in a hurry and forgot to put it on after washing the dishes, and he was clinging to your hand the whole day. He wants to make it clear to everyone that he is yours.

And ultimately you can't say it's weird, because you love to see the ring shine on his hand. And seeing the ring shine on his hand when Carlos is totally sweaty and spent after a day full of sex. Heaven‼️

-🌻

I love everything about this. This is just perfect??

Firstly, I love the idea that the ring is a simple gold banned with an engraving inside. I think it would either be your name, or something like "owned" or "mine". He loves it so much, and whenever he takes it off, he always looks at the engraving because it means the world to him.

Ever since you first started dating, Carlos has felt owned by you. All he wanted was to be good for you, to take care of everything so that you can just work and provide. He wanted to be yours, entirely yours.

So maybe when you get engaged, you get Carlos a ring then already?? Normally the man doesn't get an engagement ring, but Carlos had just quit his job and was busy getting your new house perfect and he was absolutely amazing and he deserved a ring as soon as possible.

And yeah, he only ever takes the ring off when it could damaged, like when he's showering or washing dishes. Maybe he puts it on a chain around his neck then? Because he just hates not having it with him.

The only times he's not wearing it entirely are when he's showering or swimming, because he doesn't want the ring to get wet.

You often catch him looking at his ring, smiling softly to himself because he can't believe he got so lucky.

And fuck seeing your ring? He loves it. He's always kissing your ring as a greeting or a thank you after he's properly wrecked. Often you'll be sitting with him, typing on your laptop or eating, and you'll catch him staring at your hand, smiling to himself because you have a ring too! You're his too!

Poor Carlos leaving the house without his ring once! Maybe he was in a hurry for some reason, like you had forgotten something at home that you needed for work so obviously he was going to rush to the office to give it you. He showered as quick as he could and got dressed in record time before literally running to his car to get there as quick as he could.

And in all the commotion, he forgot to put his ring back on! He only realises when he's halfway to your work. He looks at his hand on the steering wheel and realises he doesn't have a ring on.

He very nearly turns back to go fetch it, and if he wasn't doing something for you, then he would have. But you need these documents as soon as possible and he isn't going to waste time by turning around now.

But he feels absolutely awful by the time he gets to your work. He keeps on trying to cover up his hand, feeling like its naked without your ring.

Normally, Carlos is overjoyed when he gets to come to your office, all smiles and getting hit on by every female there. But this time, he rushes to you, looking more upset than you've seen him in a long time.

You instantly realise what's wrong, there's no ring on his hand and he's obviously very upset about it.

Maybe you let him stay for the day? You can't stand the thought of Carlos driving him in tears and beating himself up for the rest of the day because he forgot his ring. You shush him, telling him that any housework can wait until tomorrow and that you'll buy dinner on your way home with him.

He spends the rest of the day in your office, feeling much better about not having his ring because he's in your space. He's undeniably yours here, literally just sitting pretty on the couch and waiting for you to come back form your meetings so that he can get a kiss or two.

He never forgets his ring again, never ever. His ring is too important for him to leave behind.

#sub!carlos #cs #gn!reader #house husband carlos #🌻

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Rules and Description :P

Hi! I"m Skylerfurmaniac! Or Skyler/Sky for short (if you wanna ask me a question). And welcome to my blog (also sorta ask blog but it isn't really much of one anymore, but you can still do it! I love getting asks)! This blog is where I reign and spread my chaos and love to people lol. I'm just a chaotic little rainbow furbean >:3! My pronouns are they/them, and I'm omnisexual/romantic!!

I LOVE IF YOU MAKE ART OF ME OR MY OC'S OR MY SPAMTON YOU HAVE FULL PERMISSION TO DO IT, NO NEED TO ASK I LOVE ANY ART THAT IS FOR ME <3

Rules of the blog:

things you WILL get ban for:

NSFW asks or stuff that are similar. You can make jokes, but nothing too weird

Being rude to any community in the asks. Such as furry community, lgbtqia+, or black etc.

Asking for personal information

faking to be someone famous and try to make them look bad/ if you start to not respect my distance or stuff. If you aren't my friend and start asking for a lot of stuff or stuff I don't share with strangers

pls, if you want to vent to me or something, you can dm me, but pls don't do it in the asks or send like self harm photos

And that's everything! If you follow these, then you will have a very fun time here! I will make sure to respect everyone who asks something in this blog, but I may tease you, just a warning.

*BYE!!

Edit: I kinda forgot to put some stuff about myself, soooo

Hi! You already know my name and pronouns, But I want to put some personality stuff in here

I also will not be doing commissions, too much work for me right now. But, if you want, I love to do an art trade! But at some moments, I may not be able to due to what's going on, or I have too many art trades.

Secondly,

BRO HE'S COOL (and cute) OKAY

And thirdly, I have a second blog that interacts more with @drowninnoodles, @thenocturnenarrator, @tranquil-slaughterhouse, @ludrii-alt, & more! Some people didn't really like what I was posting with them, So I made an alt. account. If you want to follow that one, it's called @hellagang

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I really like making new friends, so don't be shy to ask!

Also, tell me if you like picrew, cus i do them here and there, and I would like to tag you!

link to all my art repost! (lol don't use that its kinda weird, I have an art tag now XD)

Edit: lol I forgot about my tags I know this is a newer edit then the next one, but I feel like it should be put here

sooo my tags!

#skyler's art: my art!

#sky's chaotic reblogs: my reblogs from other people lol

#sky's random rambles: just random stuff I say

#sky's serious reblogs: the more serious of reblogs

#not my art: reblogs I make that aren't my art

#skyler/Skyler art!!!!/skyler's ref/FANART!: lol art of my persona that other people made of me or stuff that I made of my persona :D

#skyler's gremlin mode activated: IM REALLY HAPPY AND EXCITED OR HYPERACTIVE OF THIS POST AND I REALLY LOVE XDD

yeah :3

Edit:

immmm just going to add these

(PLATONICLY)

anyways, feel free to use these!

edit:

I made a server for tumblr undertale/deltarune artists!

my discord username is skylerfurmaniac, dm me if ya wanna join! (And if you want, you can add tumblr friends!)

also, that's if the link doesn't work (which is it doesn't can someone tell me pls?)

anyways

here is the link!!

#delatarune/undertale blog #yeet the child #hiii #UNDERCOOOORD #sky's random rambles #skyler's art #sky's chaotic reblogs #sky's gremlin mode activated #skyler's ref #skyler #sky's serious reblogs #asks #Skyler art!!!!

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gucciwins · 1 year

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Bel has definitely told Harry he was hard & fast 🤭

Oh absolutely. 🤗

Bel said that to him after soundcheck knowing they wouldn't have much time to spend together as Harry would be busy getting ready for the second night of tour. Harry loved when she wore a dress because it gave him easy access for a quicky. Seeing her in a red dress made him want to get on his knees and worship her for hours until Bel no longer remembered her name The good thing is he would be doing that the next morning thanking her for the support and joining for the start of tour.

"Hard and fast" were two words echoing through his mind the entire show and when the moment called for it he couldn't help but be a little cheeky. Harry wanted his girlfriend to know he was thinking about her even when standing in front of a sold out crowd of his fans.

A fan yelled Bel's full name capturing his attention after telling them he's been called hard and fast before. He laughed because he wasn't expecting it but he also didn't tell the fan no. Harry sent a small wink down their way because for a moment he forgot that there were thousands of camera's being pointed his way (the video would circulate social media for days) and moved on to help this fan come out.

Bel standing side stage giggled to herself while Jeff sighed knowing when Harry was on stage he should expect anything.

"You're banned from all our shows," Jeff joked.

Bel shook her head, "think boss man would hate that."

"Let's hope he keeps it tame from now on," Jeff muttered.

"After the banana stunt, I don't think so."

It's crazy to think that because of this tour Bel and Harry met and fell in love. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

#I will use any excuse to write about harry and bel 🥺#I haven't written anything in what feels like months so hope this little blurb makes you happy #love on tour series #love on tour #harry and bel

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cloudytaemin · 2 years

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Sugar (Act V)

Pairing: Taemin x Reader

Series Genre: Sugar Daddy AU, Smut, PWP, PWF

Series Warnings: Mentions of Abuse, Mental Illness, Depression, Alcohol, Sex, Daddy Kink, BDSM

Chapter Warnings: Pet Names, Kissing, Recollection of Traumatic Events, Depression, Alcohol

WC: 2.61k

A/N: This one is kind of angsty, but maybe it's sweet too :)

Taglist: @taerzannie @taem-min @badpvn @aquawol @nirvanawrites111

A soft hand rubs up and down your arm, stirring you awake. "Good morning, y/n," Taemin smiles down at you, standing above the bed.

It seems that he's been awake a while, clad in a suit and his bangs neatly swept to the sides of his face. "Morning, Daddy," you yawn. You purposefully act slightly seductive in hopes of getting him to not focus on last night. Who can think about your trouble when they're busy fucking you for their own pleasure? Exactly, nobody.

"Do you have work today?" You question, signaling to his suit that you took observation of a few moments earlier.

"Yes, my driver will pick you up in a bit to take you home," he purses his lips. "I was hoping that I could stay home with you today, but my schedule calls for otherwise."

Part of you was glad, you could get back to your dorm and work on a few essays.

Just like Taemin said, one of his drivers were there to pick you up and help you get home.

Once you arrive in your single dorm, you slump into your desk chair and open your computer. What greets your eyes isn't foreign, but you'd forgotten you'd even done it. Taemin's instagram glows on your screen, elegant yet full of parties at the same time.

Forgetting your assignments, you begin to scroll down it again just to find quite a few shirtless photos and even a few of him in the shower, none of them something Instagram would ban, but something that could definitely get you aroused.

Despite how caring and kind Taemin was to you at most moments, that kiss really put a spark in you. When your lips reconnected for the second time last night, fireworks went off in your brain and you felt the extreme need for more. Then wasn't the time, though.

You text Taemin despite knowing that he's at work. Tonight you would try to get something out of him, even if it risked the contract. You were longing to feel loved, the way that was safe and didn't result in immeasurable pain.

y/n: hey are we gonna meet tonight

T: I thought tomorrow was your day off.

Class wasn't until 2 pm that day. It could wait, one night couldn't hurt, could it?

y/n: yeah but its okay im not busy until the afternoon

T: I think you should look after your family member.

Fuck, you forgot you told him that lie. You could just say they died, right?

y/n: they passed away the other day, unfortunately :(

T: Don't you have a funeral to plan, then?

T: I think we should talk about this in person. Come meet me for lunch. Same cafe as usual, driver will be there in ten.

You're in deep shit. You can tell just by him asking to talk in person.

Taemin scowls as he reads through your short conversation again in the back of his car, he can't believe you lied to him. He isn't one for lies, they aren't to be taken lightly. After how he treated you, you can only do this in return?

Maybe you were just a selfish slut who manipulated him with your emotions, just like the last one did. Just like the one before that, and the one that came before that. None of them have real emotions, you all just want to use him. He had thought there might be something real, how fucking stupid of him.

You're all only there for sex, he should stop opening himself up and showing compassion. It's all a waste, he thinks.

The air is unbearably tense as you both arrive at the cafe and sit down. "Do you want to go first, or am I going to tell you what you've done wrong, like the worthless manipulative whore you are?"

It hurt, his words hurt. You may have lied, but you weren't a whore. You would never ever try to hurt him, especially since this was starting to be more than just a work deal. He was too supportive.

You decide to say nothing and continue to stare down at your lap, anxiousness building in your chest.

"What, are you going to sit there and try to cry?" He was angry beyond words, just spitting out anything that came to mind. Even if somewhere in the back of his mind he knew it was true, every thought was incoherent as he'd been not only angered but even a bit disappointed.

"Fine. I guess I'm telling you then. Did you lie to me or not? Being indifferent about a family member's death and then trying to meet just recently after they passed? We've had four, today makes five days y/n. There's only two days left in our trial contract. I'm going to go ahead and guess that you lied, so now's your chance to confess." His face is cold as he drills his eyes into the top of your head, your eyes directed into your lap.

"I'm a college student. I'm just trying to save up so I don't have to pay college tuition for the rest of my life," you meet his eyes despite the tears brimming your own.

"I'm not a whore, and I'm not trying to fake any of these emotions. I'm a human being, just like anyone else, I may not have as much skill as those other women that you get to do this for you, but I'm sensitive. I have shit going on, okay? Fucking hell, I honestly don't even know if I can follow through on the last two days," you begin a mild rant, hurting at not only his words but how much this impacts you after the past few days and how much emotion they've had.

"I don't understand why you won't just fuck me and make me leave like all the rest and then flaunt me around, I don't get why this is somehow like a relationship and it's scary, I won't even lie. I just want you to use me so this arrangement can be done, I don't get why you won't just fuck me," you finish, tears now flowing from your eyes.

"You want to be fucked? Is that what you want? I was trying to be nice. I always try to," he growls, slamming his hand on the table. "But I suppose that was worthless, no? You want to show Daddy what you're worth? Then I'll let you. Let's go, y/n, and I'll show you what you really signed up for if the kindness isn't enough." Taemin stands and yanks you from your chair, storming out of the cafe with you in tow.

"I-I don't think you need to go this far, I-" you stumble over your words as he shoves you in the backseat.

"Fine then, if it's that bad, then say the word 'contract' when you get too far. I may be mean but I'm not a fucking rapist." He slams the door after he finishes his sentence and hops in the back seat shortly after next to you.

He kisses you roughly just a second after he tells the driver to go home, and somehow you decide that his lips on yours are exactly what you wanted and needed. Even if this wasn't the setting, you were unconsciously falling back into your routine of letting the men do whatever they wanted to you.

You think about the last time the two of you kissed and hesitate for just a moment. This was so different from before, that one was so delicate while this one is so hungry and angry. You quickly remind yourself to just go with it. This is what you wanted, right?

"y/n..." Kibum chuckles as he breathes against your neck. You stir softly before waking from your sleep, yawning a bit.

"Good morning, Bummie.." you yawn again.

Kibum begins to trail kisses up your neck before sticking his hand into your pants and immediately into your warmth. "Kibum..." you groan. "I'm sore, please..." you pout slightly, carving the look of the drywall into your brain for the thousandth time.

Kibum's face blocks the view of it just a few moments later, forcing his lips onto yours and thrusting his fingers in and out of you. You groan slightly and push him away, complaining again. "Bum, I really am sore."

He proceeds by beginning to pull your pants down and insert his rock hard cock into your hole, earning an upset but also pleased moan from you. He continued to kiss you roughly, whispering how good you obeyed him.

At the memory of Kibum you shatter internally slightly. You couldn't do this, it wasn't right, this wasn't like you or Kibum, it wasn't like any of the ones you'd had before. You couldn't keep denying that.

You feel the car come to a stop as you arrive at Taemin's parking garage, him forcefully pulling you out of the car and pulling you into the elevator to ride up to the floor he owns, well, his penthouse, floor, they're the same to you by now. He fumbles with his passcode and quickly opens the door, slamming you against it harshly.

His lips attach to yours again, no words being shared between the two of you as he explores every inch of you with his hands and tongue. His thigh presses between yours and you break away, panting. "I- I don't know if we should- I don't think.." you struggle to get words out of your mouth as the memory of Kibum echoes through your head, his harsh and forceful ways reflecting on Taemin right now.

"You're the one who asked." Taemin says curtly, lifting you up and hiking your legs around his thin waist before walking to the bedroom. He tosses you onto the bed and starts to pull off your shirt and bra, attaching his mouth to your nipple.

"You're my slut to do what I wish with, you're just a useless body for me to use for my own pleasure." Taemin looks into your eyes as he says it, their orbs dark and void of emotion.

"Mine, you're mine to do whatever I want with. Never forget that, you're mine and you serve only for me, y/n. Only me," Kibum pinches your nipples.

His words echo in your head as tears brim in your eyes while Taemin's hands travel all along your sides and breasts. "Please," you let out in a tearful gasp. "I can't, contract, contract, I can't. Please, I'll do anything..." you break down into sobs and watch as Taemin's face turns sour and he sits up, kneeling on the soft covers of his bed.

His mouth falls open slightly as if he had been wanting to say something, but all he does is place your shirt next to you and get up softly, walking out of the room and shutting the door with a soft click.

You take shaky breaths as tears flow from your cheeks. Maybe it was okay if he was someone else, but he was Taemin, he was Taemin... that was who he was and you didn't like him just because he gave you money anymore..

You hear shuffling around the house before the front door slams, shaking you just a bit as you continue to try and calm yourself down. Gone. He was gone. But why did he leave instead of kicking you out?

You stand quietly from the bed and pull on your shirt, your feet padding softly against the hardwood floor as you make your way to get out of the room. You turn the handle slowly as the darkness is flooded by moonlight through the crack you've made. You peek your head out and check that nobody is present before making your way to the guest room to try and sleep off your emotions.

You stare at the ceiling as you try to drift off, sleep eventually greeting your tired brain and eyes.

The sound of the front door slamming yet again awakens you. You roll over and pick up your phone, seeing the time was 4:53. The worst part about this penthouse was that the walls between the rooms were too thin, letting anyone hear anything and everything.

You listen as the door to Taemin's room clicks open. Little do you know his face is falling as he sees the empty bed and his mildly drunken state isn't helping. He sighs and flops onto the bed, tears welling in his eyes. "Fuck, why did you ruin me?" He talks to himself, slamming his right fist on the bed and groaning.

You shut your eyes and take a deep breath, listening as he begins to scream. "Why did you fucking use me? I thought I loved you, but now you've left me and I tried to fuck you out of anger, why did you use me? Why did you make it seem like you weren't only there to be my useless human accessory, why y/n? Fuck you.. fuck you..." Taemin breaks down into tears as he screams, pulling at his hair.

You hear remnants of yourself in his breakdown, tears welling in your own eyes at his emotion. He continues to question why he ever considered letting you in, showing you more than just the ATM side of him and even feeling something. "I can't believe you were only looking to save yourself like all of the others."

You can't bear to hear anymore after that, jumping out of bed and storming into his room. Tears stream as you shakily assert yourself, Taemin's terrified face questioning why you were even there still.

"You're here, what the fuck, what the fuck...!"

"Please, I can't- I'm... I didn't use you, I pushed myself away because I was so afraid of my feelings, I can't keep telling myself that I'm only here for your money because I'm not.. the memories of Kibum echo constantly and I can't keep getting money with those scars, and you... you..." you stop and take a deep breath. "You comforted me though them, you understood, you made me feel like it was okay to be broken... it wasn't just a game with you, I don't know what I'm saying but I swear to god I never used you and I never wanted you to use me and fuck me. Never, ever, I was just so confused as to why you cared instead of disregarding everything that was wrong with me." You pant as your tears continue to fall, out of breath from the exertion and mental pain.

Taemin blinks at you slowly, his face red and puffy from tears. His voice is hoarse and he stumbles over his words as he says them. "You really didn't use me?" He runs his fingers through his hair to get it out of his eyes and sighs, thinking about this. Could he really trust this again? You lied so many times... but you also showed him so many raw emotions...

"I never did, really, I'm so sorry..." you wipe your eyes as they keep fogging up, sniffles becoming uncontrollable.

He opens his arms and waves his hands for you to come into his arms. You purse your lips and pout strongly before falling into his embrace. He wraps them around you tightly and pets your head against his shoulder. "I'm sorry," he whispers, pulling his covers up over the both of you.

He rubs his hands up and down your back as he encourages you to go to sleep so the both of you can talk tomorrow.

#taemin fanfic #taemin x reader #taemin smut #taemin scenarios #taemin imagine #taemin scenario #shinee smut #kpop fanfic #shinee x reader #shinee scenarios #shinee fanfic

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weirdbrainweirdbody · 1 year

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Long discord blacklists are inaccessible and unethical

(note: all examples are either my own previous triggers unless stated otherwise)

Following a conversation in a discord I'm in, I wanted to make this post. This isn't mocking the concept of hyperspecific triggers, not is it saying that the concept of blacklists is inherently bad. However I think that making a long blacklist of peoples hyperspecific triggers, then insisting that people not only remember them but also either spoiler them or not mention them at all, is inaccessible and unethical.

I understand how they come about. You start with a general blacklist, of intense topics things like suicide or self harm or rape, and maybe a couple discourse topics you're sick of hearing about. Then someone asks if you can add a trigger on- a relatively common one. So you do. And then someone else asks, and someone else, and before you know it your blacklist is half a mile long and you can't mention marshmallows without a trigger warning and spoiler.

This is inaccessible.

If there's a long list, it'd likely be difficult to remember for anyone. Especially if people have memory issues- something that's very common with multiple disabilities, and ironically, many of the same disabilities or mental illnesses that cause these triggers in the first place. If you have a space full of people with disabilities or mental illnesses that cause memory issues, it's not particularly possible to expect that blacklist to be kept to. But if you do, and you warn or even ban people who don't adhere to the blacklist, you create a space that's hostile to disabled people.

Additionally, I've seen or been made aware of servers that don't seem to have any reasonable kind of limit for the blacklist. Servers that allow you to add prosthetic limbs to the blacklist. Limb differences. Mention of chronic pain. Facial differences. Servers that make disabled people trigger warn their own existence. That's not okay.

It's also unethical. Telling people that their triggers are on a list, so they'll be safe from them in that server, creates a false sense of security. Then if someone does accidentally forget that they're not meant to mention deodorant without a trigger warning? That false sense of security shatters. They thought they were safe in that server, but they aren't. They're not actually fully safe from their triggers anywhere really- it's impossible to guarantee that they won't be able to come into contact with their triggers.

I've had it happen in real life. Teachers told me they'd made everyone stop spraying deodorant in the PE changing rooms. I thought I was safe there. But people forgot and still sprayed, and it was worse than if I'd have know it was a risk. It meant my paranoia and feelings of not being safe anywhere got worse.

And yet these servers try and claim that the blacklist will keep them safe.

A blacklist that's gotten so long, it's almost impossible to remember.

A blacklist that has everything on it from photos of marshmallows to people's names (oh, and if that's your name? You have to go by an alias in that server) to F4 racing.

A blacklist that doesn't keep anyone safe.

It's not accessible and it's not ethical.

#im half asleep but my brain made me write this 👍#disability #blacklists #accessibility #online accessibility #inaccessibility #trauma #trauma triggers #triggers #complex ptsd #ptsd #ill reblog/edit with a tldr tomorrow maybe

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marichive · 2 years

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𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐕𝐈𝐁𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐒

A compilation of ridiculous things my and my friends’ muses have said to each other via wire rp. Change pronouns/etc. as necessary.

tw for light drug mentions, violence mentions, other non-PG shenanigans.

❝ I’m going to fight [name]’s boyfriend and none of you can stop me. ❞

❝ Uh, I think the fuck not.❞

❝ He’s a menace to society. ❞

❝ Respectfully . . . or not, idc, your kid’s being a little bitch. ❞

❝ Come sort your kids out, they’re being little shits again. ❞

❝ This is all your fault [name]. ❞

❝ He said I look like a chicken. ❞

❝ All of you are dumb as fuck. ❞

❝ Why are you getting banned from Applebees, bro? ❞

❝ We’re all consenting to this ass-kicking. ❞

❝ Are we about to Hunger Games fight for the family spot? ❞

❝ No one asked you low-grade John Cena. ❞

❝ Watch your mouth chicken shit! ❞

❝ Jokes on you I’ve been bullied my whole life this is nothing. ❞

❝ Maybe one day the crazy old dude will snap and try to drown y’all. ❞

❝ [name] is the brain but on cocaine. ❞

❝ Not your business. Only cool shit allowed. ❞

❝ We know what he allows over there, don’t we [name]. ❞

❝ Forgot how to use a condom once. Voila. ❞

❝ No one here understands shirts apparently. ❞

❝ Shut up noodle arms. ❞

❝ I asked you to have my back and you chose chaos. ❞

❝ What kind of fucking shoes? ❞

❝ You can full government name me all you want. ❞

❝ There can be no peace. ❞

❝ Sorry [name] I don’t speak stupid. ❞

❝ He stole my dad, there is no mercy. ❞

❝ I had a cute little bum and great hair. ❞

❝ Takes one to know one. “Please senpai [name], notice me! Shut up. ❞

❝ [name]’s about to McFreakin Lose It I can sense it. ❞

❝ Am I the drama? I don’t think I’m the drama. ❞

❝ Goodbye now [name] I’m over you. ❞

❝ You can’t quit me. I’m like an unwanted baby.❞

❝ Childhood trauma said otherwise. ❞

❝ If y’all had just let me fight him in the damn Applebees parking lot. ❞

❝ Even though I didn’t do anything wrong, I’m sorry about what happened. ❞

❝ Please come snap my neck. ❞

❝ Ew you and [name] are going at it. That’s gross. ❞

❝ This family is a FUCKING NIGHTMARE. ❞

❝ You don’t get a tattoo for someone like that unless you’re whipped. ❞

❝ I pray for that boy. ❞

❝ I’ll be sure to personally deliver these to your boyfriend. ❞

❝ It’s okay dude. It’s just a box of condoms. Don’t let it get to you. ❞

❝ Toughen us up? How? In the bedroom!? ❞

❝ Just take the trauma and get it over with jfc. ❞

❝ Wrap your willy before you get silly. ❞

❝ I’m choosing to ignore that bullshit altogether, thanks. ❞

❝ I just wanna know what they’re scheming about, so I’m scheming.❞

❝ I see simp, I say simp. ❞

❝ Can’t believe “Jiffy Lube” is the name of an actual company. It just sounds like someone found an alternative, horrible use for peanut butter. ❞

❝ “You’re so dramatic” yeah I just watched my brother’s dick get called a fucking aubergine. ❞

❝ I will bludgeon you with a crunchwrap. ❞

❝ Talking bad about myself is so fun dude. I hate that bitch. ❞

❝ [name] kicked me in the dick. ❞

❝ Did you touch [name]’s boyfriend’s nunchuck!? ❞

❝ What did she say? Does that mean “bitch”? I feel like it means bitch. ❞

❝ Does that mean Dracula was a secret fuckboy in the italian translation? ❞

❝ Headlight right to the dick. He deserves it. ❞

❝ You’re offering to let him kick you in the face? ❞

❝ I just said you shouldn’t fight a bear, you’re the one that made this personal. ❞

❝ I’m gonna hit [name] with my car. ❞

❝ WHY DID YOU INSTANTLY BLAME ME!?❞

❝ [name], tell me you don’t like [name] more than me and we’ll be good. ❞

❝ I don’t know what [name] wants, my dick kicked or a kiss. ❞

❝ A couple of virgins pointing fingers. ❞

❝ [name] and her boner can shut up. ❞

❝ Heard you had sex. Congrats you virgin. ❞

❝ Who are you swapping pants with? ❞

❝ No, not murder. I think. ❞

❝ First you think I’m mafia, now you think I have a ninja army? ❞

❝ Baby powder is a hell of a drug. ❞

❝ The other 20% is we all actually get along pretty well. Usually when we’re doing cool power rangers shit. ❞

❝ I’m gonna choke him out. ❞

❝ Would you be upset if I physically fight your father? ❞

❝ You told her to get DUREX? I’m going to kill you. ❞

❝ [name] be strong! Do it for Voltron! ❞

❝ You have violated the Geneva Convention I hope you’re happy. ❞

❝ C’mon [name]. Be there for your girl’s first weenie experience.❞

❝ I’m so horny and angry all the time. ❞

❝ I’m a short king so shut that down. ❞

❝ Any catastrophes today? Do I need to cause another? It’s too quiet. ❞

❝ If there are no problems I will make myself a problem. No one is here to stop me. ❞

❝ So the In-N-Out makes you jealous, but not the fact that I said I would tattoo [name]’s name on my ass in italian? ❞

❝ stfu you had a tiddy tat for your ex. ❞

❝ Now it’s a tiddy reaper thanks. ❞

❝ You guys wanna commit arson? ❞

❝ I’m not smart enough to leave. ❞

❝ The ancient philosophical question. How much simp should a good simp simp? ❞

❝ idk sounds like you just expressed intent to choke me. ❞

❝ I told a short joke and you made it about feet! ❞

❝ “Fragile princess feet” sounds like you know them intimately and I couldn’t blow past it!❞

❝ Never use the word “intimately” in my presence again! ❞

❝ I’m gonna go get banned from Denny’s you can either come with me and enjoy the chaos or pick me up afterward before the cops show up. ❞

❝ Because I am a wholesome innocent boy. ❞

❝ I guess I could shove some paper down his throat. ❞

❝ Fuck inflation, am I right? ❞

❝ I’m in your house bitch. ❞

❝ I’m tying your socks into a chain. ❞

❝ I’m the hot girlfriend? That’s so fucking cool man. ❞

❝ Stubborn gremlin, I’ll tell [name] to stop feeding you after midnight. ❞

❝ Squeezed my ass through this hole and idk how I’m gonna get back out. ❞

❝ Good morning, satan. ❞

❝ Your son did, bitch. ❞

❝ So? I’m a bad person! ❞

❝ Right line wrong person, bromeo. ❞

❝ Don’t “lol” me. ❞

❝ I feel like you’re trying to sneak in a lesson here somewhere but all I can think about is becoming an attack helicopter. ❞

❝ You put condom balloon animals all over my room! ❞

❝ Head empty, only angry, confused, and somewhat horny feelings. ❞

❝ Yeah look at you, with your fucked up internal organs. ❞

❝ I’m not insane I just ate an entire box of mini muffins by myself. ❞

❝ You had to get the most phallic looking one? ❞

❝ I did get kidnapped btw. ❞

❝ “uh, safe” doesn’t make me feel better bestie. ❞

❝ Jedi never get shit done anyway, they just sit and argue. ❞

❝ I made napalm by accident. ❞

❝ It’s the international emoji for ass. ❞

❝ That’s a cry for help if I ever saw one. ❞

❝ What’s a sugar daddy but like, the wholesome version? Fairy godmother? Can I have one of those? ❞

❝ That is an unholy combination of words. ❞

❝ I will literally fight you on your birthday idc. ❞

❝ The primary concern is what I refer to as “the Applebees effect”. ❞

#[memes ; mine]#[memes ; for muse]#[memes ; general]

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