#i would stab you to tie us together.

[therevengeoffrankenstein]

he's kinda my other half.

#myevilposts #crying. yeah. #i'm always there. #i've always been right there. #side dick sun stick to my skin. sunburnt again and again. i love you too much. #i would stab you to tie us together. #phantom thread tying us together across blocks of time. because that's sew me.

[cyxnidx]

HI HI HELLO! I saw ur cat n mouse gamr for Wriothesley and loved the idea so much! I would like to request f! Reader x wanderer (genshin) playing a cat n mouse game as well hehe. And if you dont mind please do write more on the smut part I am very curious on how itll play out 🫢 TY!

CAT & MOUSE 2 !

character pairing: wanderer / scaramouche x f!reader

warnings: smut, degradation(use of 'slut, whore') + a little praise, oral (m!receiving), cat & mouse game, slight bondage (ropes🤭)

a/n: Hi~, apologies for such a late response :(. had to get some sort of inspo flowing. i'm glad you enjoyed, & hope you enjoy this one even more <3.

"where are you, slut." wanderer's tone echos throughout the house.

you're hiding - hiding, being bratty, as usual. getting your boyfriend all riled up, only to leave him to deal with his boner himself.

not this time, though. it seems you've gotten him a little too riled up today.

you slap a hand over your mouth when you hear his shoes against the hardwood floor, hoping he doesn't find you.

now you're realizing its foolish - and your hiding place doesn't make it any better. under the bed, really?

"come out, come out, wherever you are.." he calls again, obviously teasing you. hes so close, so near, yet you don't have sight of him.

the adrenaline rush is addictive. it's probably the main reason you're doing this to begin with. the rush of hiding, and the chance of being caught, and fucked to oblivion?

its addicting.

you notice it goes quiet. it doesnt seem like the wanderer is walking anymore, nor is he calling for you.

theres only one conclusion you can come to when this occurs.

and before you know it, you're yanked up by your ankles and pinned to the ground.

you've been caught.

you fight him, for the fun of it. to give him a hard time, not that you want to win. not necessarily. the whole point is to get under his skin.

finally, he gets you under control, and thats when you notice a rope being held between his teeth. he holds your hands above your head with one hand, while with the other, he works to tie your wrists together.

"scara - let's talk about this!" you whine, only adding fuel to the fire. you knew he wouldn't wanna talk - why would he?

without a word, he throws you onto the bed you once were taking cover under. "not another word, you hear me?" he demands. "say anything more, and I'll stuff that pretty mouth with my cock."

your eyes narrow, analyzing his. lust swirls in his pupils, a gaze of daggers stabbing you. though, despite the betting stare he's giving, you take it as an opportunity to provoke him more.

"well, if you're so bold, do it-"

you're basically cut off at the last syllable of your sentence when he moves you off the bed. his grip is harsh on your waist, and you were on the ground before you knew it.

"open your mouth," he says in a haste, unbuckling his pants and fiddling with his zipper.

"wha-"

"open. your. fucking. mouth." he demands, stroking the bud of precum over his cock as he waits. you let your tongue fall out of your mouth, mouth wide, awaiting to be filled by his cock.

not taking more than a minute, he shoves his cock down your throat, immediately fucking you.

"you," he pants, the warmth of your throat hitting him like a truck. like a pressure he never knew he needed for the minute. "fuckin' slut. always rilin' me up n', shit."

he continues to shove himself down your throat, your gags filling the otherwise quiet house. he grabs a harsh fistful of your hair and your hands go to massage his balls, tempting him to cum down your throat.

his head tilts back. "god, damnit. you're sucha little slut, fuck, taking my cock like a good little girl. mmh, g'na let me cum down your slutty little throat? huh?"

you attempt to moan in response, the tightening gesture throwing scaramouche over the edge, filling your throat with his seed.

he waits for you to finish sucking every little bit off his cock before moving you to the bed. "good little slut, you must like to be used." he mumbles, turning you over on your stomach and arching your back. "g'na treat you how you want, yeah? like the little whore you love to be."

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[star-sim]

shhh! ☆ jayhoon

☆ non-idol! jay x fem! reader, non-idol sunghoon x fem! reader ☆ summary: your secret relationship with him (& how you get caught!) ☆ genre: fluff, bullet points ☆ warning(s)? noooo

jay ☆

okay... hear me out

school au, where you and jay are the class co-presidents

and i'm not talkin goody two shoes dutiful co-presidents

IM SAYING TYRANNICAL CO-PRESIDENTS

you and jay were the class co-presidents, but you two were also the biggest most arrogant ASSHOLES

like somehow you guys have been put into office 3 years in a row

and even though people lowk hate you both, theyre more scared of ygs than anything

yk how in some animanga there's that corrupt student council trope... thats you and jay

threatening people, bribery, blackmailing, using lackeys....... nothing crazy but yall are NOT clean goody two shoes

im just saying... yall have SO MUCH power and influence

everyone is like legitimately afraid of ygs

on the outside you and jay seem to have an exclusively business relationship

to everyone, you're two power-hungry assholes who use each other to achieve their goals

at council meetings you and jay talk very cordially and formally, everytime you're seen together, you guys always whisper to each other briefly, before putting on your painfully fake smiles again and barely ever speaking to each other again

but behind closed doors....

yall are DATING dating

who knew that you, the condescending bitchy co-president, and jay, the most arrogant bastard of a co-president, were ALL FLUFF FOR EACH OTHER???

you and jay do such a good job of concealing your relationship that there's rumors that you and him actually secretly hate each other

heck, there's even a rumor that you'll stab him in the back later this term

after council meetings, you and jay stay back to "discuss private matters"

yall know damn well that's not what's happening

the moment that your snooty class treasurer shuts the door and leaves the two of you alone, jay's already pushing you against the wall

imagine.... makeout sessions in empty classrooms, and coming out with messed up uniform, swollen lips, and suspiciously timed breathlessness

jay would LOVE it if you grabbed onto his uniform tie and yanked him toward you, he gets the butterflies big time

whenever you pull jay aside to whisper something into his ear, everyone assumes that you're telling him about some confidential or urgent student council matter

nope!! 90% of the time it's you whispering "you look so handsome" "i love you" "let's go on a date later" "i want to kiss you so bad" good lord

and the best part??? whenever you do this, both you and jay keep the straightest, most solemn faces, even though jay is 100% screaming and giggling and kicking his feet inside

and let's be fr right now.... you guys DEFINITELY hold hands under the table

like there will be a meeting about whatever and you and jay are just playing with each other's hands under the table

i think you've almost been caught multiple times but no one necessarily suspects that there's something between you two

everyone genuinely thinks that yall are just some cold-hearted power freaks, too cold to love anyone LOL

the amount of times that you guys accidentally left the door unlocked and someone barged in....

to be clear just bc you and jay are head over heels in love with each other does NOT mean that you guys still aren't crazy assholes

sometimes you guys purposefully don't lock the door and play something that jay likes to call "kissing roulette"

basically, you and jay leave the door unlocked and make out on a busy day when there's a lot of people still roaming the halls, whoever pulls away first out of fear of being caught loses!

you always end up winning lol

i also think that some people are just stupid because there are actually SO many signs of you and him having something

like tell me why jay is out here pulling you close up against him, hands around your waist and all, to whisper something in your ear and the first thing that people think is "oh i think they hate each other"

now..... how ygs get caught: i think you and jay decided to keep your relationship private for the sake of preserving it, like ppl talk too much and they wanna get in the way or wtv

like business must go forward even if you and jay were on top of each other mere seconds ago

like i have emphasized earlier, you and jay were lowk tyrannical

you don't know how it happened but someone in the council leaked one of the being discussed

you and jay didn't really think it was that serious but apparently everyone else was

like.... some of your classmates got HEATED LMAOAO

anyways so you and jay are just having another one of your... ahem... after school sessions

and lets just say that this particular session was errr very passionate... you missed your boyfriend okay?

it was hard to act like jay pracitcally didn't exist when all you wanted to do was kiss him every second of the day

so here you were, between jay's legs with him pressed up against some bookshelf of an empty classroom

his shirt's collar is messed up, probably with lipstick stains all over it

you have his tie scrunched up in your fist, while his hands find the hem of your uniform skirt (😋)

completely unbeknownst to you there's a whole group of students in your year marching around school lookign for you two

apparently to "give the presidents a piece of their mind"

you and jay are LITERALLY about to go a step further (🤭) when the door FLIES OPEN

AND OH MY GOD

THERE'S JUST SO MANY OF THEM

like particular session you SWORE YOU LOCKED THE DOOR

like that little group of kids were about to start yelling at you to "reconsider your decisions" but they were rendered SPEECHLESS

GAGGED EVEN

because like..... THE TWO CO-PRESIDENTS WHO SUPPOSEDLY SEE EACH OTHER AS MERE TOOLS WERE........ MAKING OUT IN AN EMPTY CLASSROOM??????

you and jay are just standing there, still against each other against the bookshelf dissheveled and all, like 😧😧

"s-sorry!" it seems like the sight of you two getting all intimate scared the shit out of those little protestors BECAUSE THEY JUST RAN AWAY AFTER THAT

the next day you and jay are the talk of the school

jay is getting pats on his back from dudes who he literally does not know

"AYYYY YOU BAGGED THE HOT PRESIDENT!!!"

and hes like "? do i know you"

and suddenly all the girls are sitting you down with cups of tea to ask you about the story of you and jay

"please girl we want to know all the tea"

???? weren't they just gossiping about you yesterday

it seemed like everyone was weirdly supportive??

like over night everyone seemed to like you guys a little bit more??

somehow yall become the it couple

i dont think jay and you immediately get more affectionate

but jay definitely takes advantage of this

and randomly kisses you throughout the day

sunghoon ☆

you and sunghoon work in the same department, under the same supervisor, in the same office, at the same table, with the same tasks, with the same pay and same skills

yet only one of you is deemed the company's #1 loser and the other the company's sweetheart

guess who ☠️

well sunghoon is definitely NOT the company sweetheart

ding ding ding! if you guessed that he's the loser you are correct

sunghoon's quiet, and gets his job done efficiently with little trouble

he doesn't mean to make people uneasy with how quiet he is

but sunghoon genuinely does not like anyone enough to be talkative, nor does he want to try to make any friends

emo ass

on the other hand you're the company's joy

everyone wants to hang out with you after work

you're the first person invited to work parties, even when it's from different departments, every guy in that office has had a crush on you at some point

you know damn well the interns are obsessed with you

absolutely NO ONE would expect the residential hot girl to be going home with THE biggest loser every night

but alas look where we are

you and sunghoon were dating waaay before either of you got a job here

you guys decided to keep your relationship secret to avoid any HR complaints or snoopy people

and it was a bit of a struggle

do you have any idea how hard it was for sunghoon to watch every man try to shoot his shot with you and NOT start screaming?

sunghoon really tried to not let his personal life interfere with his professional life

but JINWOO FROM THE SALES DEPARTMENT WAS LITERALLY ASKING YOU OUT RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM

and it was hard for you, too

having people swarm you for after-work plans was a mess

each time, you said that you were going to stay late to finish some extra work, and if you had time you'd join them

you never did

all of your work friends tried to set you up on dates with their own friends

"cmon it will be fun! get out a little!"

and every time you had to politely tell them that you were not looking for a relationship for the time being (only for you and sunghoon to pass silly love notes at the water cooler)

oh sorry did you not hear that?

YOU AND SUNGHOON PASS SILLY LOVE NOTES AT THE WATER COOLER!!!!!

it’s always the most random ripped pieces of paper with the silliest love notes

like you will rip up a spare legal document nd write “if u were a fruit you’d be a fineapple”

sunghoon tho is the type up a whole document and print it out, it’s filled top to bottom in silliness and he hands it to you like it’s an official important document 😭

every morning he makes you coffee and brings it to your desk

lers be real ppl suspect things

NOT ON YOUR PART BUT ON YOUR BEHALF

like everyone thinks that sunghoon is this loser that’s in love with you ☠️

i mean cmon… weird quiet guy that talks to no one but makes coffee every morning for that One Hot Girl???

the workplace gossips have a field day w it

in their eyes, it’s really pathetic because sunghoon is this weirdo and ur this hot woman and he’s in love with you oh my gosh this is so embarrassing for him 😭🙏🙏

they keep telling you stuff too

“omg did you see the way sunghoon looked at you?”

“he’s so weird, it’s so obvious that he liked you”

"this is so embarrassing [name] you need to reject him before he gets too eager" FREE HIM

little do they know that when you and sunghoon stay a little bit later than everyone else sometimes, the office becomes really empty

kissing in empty offices… thats it, that’s the tweet

otherwise there's a lot of other small things that you do with/for each other 

when no one's around in the break room, you love to creep up on him and give him a back hug

it scares the shit out of him but the moment that he realizes that it's you he melts right away

idk how ppl didn't notice yet

one time your washing machine malfunctioned so both you and sunghoon's white dress shirts were dyed a subtle pink color

you came into work both wearing your dyed shirts and no one stopped to think "hm why do these people both have washing machine malfunctions that malfunctioned in the exact same way?"

tbh you and sunghoon are just vibing

other than sunghoon needing to conceal his wrath every time someone flirted with you and you having to hide your increasing irritation with the amount of party invitations you got

can i just say tho

being coworkers w sunghoon is a dream

imagine what happens when yall get home tho

i know the gossip goes CRAZY… you both hate your boss so every conversation you have about him rips him a new one

now... how you guys get caught

two words: work dinners

you and sunghoon never go to them

because like... why would you want to hang out with your coworkers when you have each other?

and when you do go to them, you never really have fun

other than eating and chatting a bit you never drink or really open up…. again, because you have sunghoon... why do u need anyone else

same for sunghoon, except he literally never looks like he wants to be there so people are already reluctant to invite him

but there's this one particular work dinner that you and sunghoon are both unable to get out of

it's been a long and tiring week, both of you want to go home and take a nap together but your team had other plans

sunghoon is annoyed, yes, but hes like whatever at least there's you with him

you? youre LIVID

youre barging into that work dinner with a storm cloud around you

you have to deal with coworkers who lack boundaries every day of the week and the one time you can escape them they march back in

youre not having it 😭

you ordered like 3 beers because you were so annoyed

and also bc sunghoon was there... if anything happened you knew that he would protect you

so here you were 3 beers down…. a liiiiittle bit tipsy

okay maybe a little bit MORE than tipsy… como se dice... drunk?

when jinwoo from the sales department comes up to you

sunghoon is sitting RIGHT next to you but jinwoo ignores him

"hi [name]"

you stare at him... thousand yard stare ahhh because your drunk ass does not have it in you to endure him ☠️

"what."

jinwoo DOES NOT TAKE THE HINT

"after this, i was thinking about going for karaoke. do you want to go with me?"

normally you'd be polite and decline

even if you were a little bit tipsy you'd normally just laugh and say no

but this time

with you boyfriend right next to you, with all your tiredness, with all your anger...

"fuck no," you say plainly

the way everyone gets quiet ☠️ ppl don't hear you swear that much

but the real thing that surprises them is when you pull sunghoon towards you, hugging his head to your chest

“i have a boyfriend and you’re shamelessly flirting with me”

while sunghoon is like “!!!!!”

everyone is staring liek WHAT???????

jinwoo from sales department is GAGGED BRUH

sunghoon immediately pulls away, all red in the faced

he grabs your hand and begins dragging you out the door

"sorry everyone she's drunk right now we'll be on our way!!" and yall leave

you don't remember anything so when sunghoon explains it to you, looking like a kicked dog, youre just like "okay and? whats the problem i put jinwoo in his place" #girlboss

you're the talk of the office

this still doesn't scare off your multiple suitors

but it does allow sunghoon is be a #hater fr

he's smug

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[mysticmunson]

first base; eddie munson

prompt: going steady with eddie munson meant a lot of thing, but you couldn't have guessed his version of first base.

word count: 1.8k

warnings: perverted, filming sex, teasing including name-calling, domination and submission, fuck machines, let me know if i missed anything :)

an: sooooo this was written in one sitting after seeing the amazing @mypoisonedvine drabble, and it's a top tier kink for me so i figured i'd take a stab at it :p feedback is always appreciated

“You want me to do what?”

Going steady with Eddie Munson meant a lot of things. It included going to his band's concerts, learning more about Dungeons and Dragons than you ever thought you would, and dealing with his outlandish personality. All these things made you like him even more.

The decision to take it slow wasn’t a vocalized one, but you guys had been together for about 3 months and hadn’t had sex yet, with a lot of just making out and fondling that lead to frustration on each end. 

While you knew Eddie had a bit of a perverted mind, you had come across his stash of magazine cut outs and a few pornos, but this wasn’t something you were expecting, not opposed to though.

“Does that sound fun to you or…” He questioned, sitting on the bed, fiddling with a packet of cigarettes. You stood still as the question rang through for a moment, “Was wondering if I could tie you up and toy fuck you, maybe even film it?”

It was almost like he thought you wouldn’t hear despite being a mere foot away, but you couldn’t lie, the thought was enticing. 

“Okay.”

A twisted grin decorated his face as he stood, grabbing you to push you on the bed. You watched as he grabbed the pair of handcuffs from his wall, whistling absentmindedly as he opened his closet pulling out an odd machine with a dildo attached.

“Don’t even worry about it, this is like my version of first base.” He beamed, but you rolled his eyes at his comment, in what world would this be first base.

“Eddie! What the-” The words fell off as you sat up, shocked at his gadget that he was positioning at the end of the bed, “Where did you even get this?”

“I got real bored in shop class.” He remarked, watching you wince against his sheets, licking his lips already.

“You’re such a perv.” You whispered, his hand coming to your head to lean back, planting a sloppy kiss on your forehead.

“But I’m your perv.” 

Once he helped get your clothes off, the first time fully seeing you naked, he groaned. You laid on the bed as he put cuffs on your hands to his bed frame, stretching you out. Your body was on fire with nerves at this exposure still foreign to your relationship, but even he could see how wet you were getting. 

“Be a good girl and I won’t have to tie your feet down.” He taunted, grasping his new video camera with his left hand, sauntering towards you. You remembered how excited he was to get that, had he been planning this for a while?

His eyes turned soft as his face went closer to yours, kissing you gently, “Let me know if it’s too much, okay? Say the word ‘grapefruit’.”

You nodded, giving him one last peck before he stood up straight, strutting to the end of his mattress. You were all spread for him, the plastic cock just a few centimeters from your wet pussy, he was a bit jealous the material object was getting some before he did. 

His finger flicked the machine on, beginning with long and slow strokes, a gasp falling from your mouth at the intrusion. The camera beeped as he turned it on, focusing on where you connected to his old project. 

“You’re fucking dripping already, look at that.” He gawked, seeing how the toy shined when it would leave you. You whimpered at his words, forcing your eyes open to watch the fully clothed man shove the lens near you.

He backed up, using his right hand to turn it up a notch, watching it bounce faster. He smirked at your already withering demeanor. You were always put together around everyone, but he knew by the end of this, you wouldn’t have an ounce of composure.

“Such a good girl for me, hm? Letting me play with you before we even have sex?” He cooed, trailing the recorder up your frame before he cupped your cheek. You attempted to look away from the red light, but he kept his palm firm.

“Tell me, sweetheart. What does it feel like?” He interrogated, hand leaving your face to palm the growing erection under his jeans. The toy was then upped a notch by Eddie, camera still near your face as you inhaled sharply.

“It feels good, thank you.” You stuttered as it hit your deepest point with a loud moan. He went back to the foot of the bed, turning it up again as you whined, feeling your legs jitter. You could feel his gaze on you along with the silver camera, documenting your every move. 

You threw your head back as the plastic tip prodded at a certain angle, wetness trailing down your lips. His finger danced across your navel before combing through your tuft of hair, yanking gently to make you jolt. He laughed at your reaction, pulling on the coarse hair again to hear your pained whine.

“Look at that cunt, you’re taking it so well. Almost want a taste.” He declared, using his free hand to push your thighs further apart, feet planted on the opposite sides of his lower mattress. 

“Please” You begged, clit throbbing at the idea of his mouth anywhere near you. You had spent night after night imagining Eddie destroying you to tears, fucking you gently then hard, but you couldn’t have guessed that the little pervert wanted to see you fucked by a dildo first.

“Is that what you want? Want my mouth?” He was met with a drawn out cry before inching closer, stopping right above your throbbing bud. He breathed hot air onto it, making you shiver with anticipation and tug at the metal holding your hands up. 

He put his tongue flat against where you needed him most, holding the camera at an awkward placement to get your face in frame as you weeped tearlessly. Managing to reach his other hand beside him, he turned it up two more notches, pulling away to see it thrusting in and out at an intense speed. 

He sucked your bundle of nerves, letting his spit help him glide across the already silky skin. The toy occasionally grazed his skin as he adjusted his mouth, making him wish he had extra hands to stroke his cock at the sight.

He rose to watch you convulse, giving an insincere pout as he watched your hip flick up in the air. 

“You still need your clit played with, baby?” He cooed without an ounce of compassion, just pure arrogance as he watched your eyes haze with need. You nodded quickly, spreading your legs even further by bending them at the knees. 

Mimicking your moan as he rubbed your clit, exaggerating his face to further embarrass you, shoving the camera closer to your flushed face. 

“You’re so greedy, you can’t just accept getting fucked, can you?” He taunted, keeping his fingers at the same speed as the toy, the coil in your lower stomach blossoming. The way he was speaking to you should have made you angry, but it only made you more soaked.

He pulled his fingers up and slid them in your mouth, watching you suck them. He moaned, the same hand going to palm himself through his pants again. 

“Eddie.” You cried, watching himself grasp his cock made your mouth water, which didn’t go unnoticed.

“Awe, you wanna see my dick?” He teased, unbuckling with one hand and shoving his pants down. Once his length was in your sight, your back arched as you got closer. 

It bobbed against him as he turned up the device again, making your orgasm feel on the tip of your tongue. You began babbling incoherent pleas as he stroked himself, watching the precum gather at his tip.

He walked to you wordlessly and spat in your mouth, “Are you gonna come, all because I’m jerking off? You’re so pathetic, tell the camera, tell it how you're just a pathetic slut.” He commanded, shoving it in your face as you forced your eyes to stay open.

“I’m a pathetic slut, I’m a pathetic slut.” You quivered, body shaking as you approached your finish. Your mind began to get cloudy as it cusped, but you yelled as he turned it up even higher. You could hear his laughter at your distraught state, making you finally orgasm. But it felt different, it was more wet than you had ever experienced on your own.��

He set the device upon the machine, getting your whole body into frame

“Look at you,” He growled, yanking your hair up so you looked into the lens, “You fucking soaked my bedsheets, squirted, all cause you’re such a whore who can’t control herself. I do something nice and you do this.” 

You wept as the speed maintained its intense pace, the lewd noise of the fake balls hitting your soaked skin filled the room. He reached his hand down to smack your clit, watching as your release shot up at the friction. 

“What? Can you not handle it?” He scoffed, grinning nonetheless as he saw tears come down your cheeks, “Awe, crying about it? Just a dumb baby?”

You agreed, aches cascading against your frame at the overstimulation, “I’m a dumb baby.”

Pleased by your response, he stood again, backing out of the frame and getting off. He bit his lip as you squirmed from pleasure and pain, he felt his own finish reaching, making him pause. He glanced at your swollen cunt, watching it clench, knowing you were almost there.

“Alright, pretty girl, let it out.” He encouraged, turning the knob up all the way as you screamed, chest heaving at the pace. He quickened the hand on his cock, mimicking the intensity he was witnessing, muttering random words. 

The band snapped as white ropes covered his hand with a moan making you finish again while bawling, seeing his release slip to the floor. Taking a moment to clear his brain, he was snapped out by your yelp. He shut off the camera and then the machine, pulling you off and placing you in his lap. 

Sitting across, he tucked you in his chest and rocked you with soft hushing. Your body buzzed with the aftershocks, feeling so empty after being so full. 

“You did so good, I’m so proud of you.” He praised, stroking your hair as you thanked him, looking up to kiss him. 

Remaining seated until you calmed down, he eventually got you dressed and put all his equipment away. You insisted you could walk, but he carried you to the couch to rest while he changed the sheets.

“I didn’t even know I could do that.” You divulged while he placed the soaked bedding in the washer, he smirked and slammed the door shut to start it.

“I’m just that good.” He boasted, flopping next to you and pulling you in his lap. 

“You’re still a perv though.”

“Yeah, but I’m your perv.”

an: oooo this makes me nervous to post lol, enjoy weirdos, dont judge

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[hijinxinprogress]

The JL finds out Captain Marvels identity and regrets it immensely

JL find out Captain Marvels a child and they start trying to parent him and just being awkward so it’s decided that Captain Marvel will join YJ (Clark started referring to Billy only as ‘son’ and ‘young man’ one time Billy saw an airplane and Clark leaned down and went “That there, son, is called an airplane and it-” “I’ll fucking stab you istg”)

To the public Captain Marvel is just extra supervision for YJ but the hero community knows it’s a way to discretely move Captain Marvel onto a team with people his age and be ‘safer’

But it doesn’t work out the way they want bc Billy’s a chaos gremlin much like YJ so they’re just doing dumb shit in the public eye bc they technically have ‘adult supervision’ (it takes Billy fifteen minutes to convince yj to go against being supervised by green lanterns)

“We’re literally your coworkers??” “I’ve literally never seen you before besides isn’t it illegal for cops to question a minor without their guardian present? 🤨” “Technically, he’s not their coworker bc he’s not in the jl anymore” “Kon” “What? I’m just saying!” “Stfu wait does Marvel even have a guardian??” “He doesn’t”

Anita and Billy are trading magic tips and teaching each other spells they should NOT have access to esp bc they’ve blown up thirteen city blocks and 1/4 of almost every planet they’ve visited with YJ

Cassie and Billy play high stakes games of catch above the earths atmosphere with missiles and shit in their free time and also during missions

Kon and Billy do just plain dumb shit they have no business doing and then playing up the ‘I’m just a baby…and I’m not even really human/I didn’t have a childhood so how would I know that I shouldn’t do that?’ excuse after bankrupting Luthor for the third time this month along with demolishing all of his newly renovated buildings (Which he and Greta repurposed to create low income housing and food pantries)

Cissie invites Marvel to all her Olympic events and he shows up to every single one with an obnoxiously large magical banner

Bart and Billy plan quips, one liners, and trash talk together and everyone hates it bc they only use the good ones on them but villains (along with everyone in their immediate vicinity) are subjected exclusively to shit like “nuh uh” and “make me”

Greta and Billy are taking down shady government operations with zero fucks to give (they had houses built for the people affected but they did also send a very long list of people to the hospital/morgue)

Billy makes Tim a magic skateboard that flies at like Mach 1 with so many magic cameras it’s concerning bc he thinks Tim being unhinged is funny especially it inconveniences or at least stresses out batman

But they’re mostly talking about what lies they’ve told the jl recently so they can plan their lies around each other “I lied to batman yesterday so you gotta back me up” and Tim’s fabricating evidence despite having no other information bc Billy will 100% “Aren’t you a so called ‘ethical’ billionaire? Nonono it’s whatever, I just thought you’d want to look out for the people but-”

And JL tries to lecture Billy about it ‘you should be more mature. I expected better’ and he’s just like ‘why?? I’m baby 🥺 I don’t know any better’ 

And Green Arrow’s so goddamn confused bc ‘Bro?? I’ve watched you do negotiations when Superman’s not available…’ ‘I’m just a little guy’ ‘I’VE WATCHED YOU STOP A WHOLE ASS INVASION IN TEN MINUTES’ ‘little baby man’ ‘But you’re one of the strongest members of the league???’ ‘You do know I couldn’t tie my own shoes like six years ago, right?’ ‘HOW OLD ARE YOU’ ‘Wouldn’t you like to know’

YJ and Billy just do a bunch of petty shit until JL has had enough and they’re like fine whatever it wasn’t a problem before

#billy batson #billy batson says acab #dc captain marvel #justice league #young just us #young justice #bart allen #kon el #tim drake #anita fite #cassie sandsmark #cissie king jones #Greta Hayes #shazam #dc comics #superman #clark kent

[pockwashereart]

Flaming Gavle Goat Ornament Tutorial

You Will Need:

Craft felt in light brown or 'straw' color of choice, red, yellow and orange

Red ribbon in 2 widths

Thread- I used red and yellow; brown, orange or white would give different effects

scissors

Needle for hand sewing

pins or quilter's clips

polyfill stuffing or fabric scraps

a poking implement

a lighter or Fray check glue

paper and pencil

patience / approx 2 hours to waste making a meme for the holidays

To start, I drew a rectangle approx 3.25 in wide by 4 in high and sketched out a geometric goat shape. You could go a bit larger, but if you go much smaller it will be difficult to stuff. Remember that the sewing and stuffing will eat up some of your edges.

Cut out your goat template and trace it on your light brown felt. I used chalk, marker may work depending on how neatly you cut.

(I'll add a nice vectored template to this tutorial later, but I'll have to fight with the scanner first. )

Cut 2 of your goat. It doesn't matter if they're not exactly the same, as you can fudge the edges a little when you sew. If your felt has a front and back you can tell apart, you'll need to pick a "right" side of the fabric and mirror one of the goat base pieces.

I cut my ribbon decorations in advance, wrapping it around the stacked bases to check the length - remember you'll be stuffing this later so you may need to add a tiny bit more to accomodate.

Out of the wider ribbon, you'll need one for each leg, one for the tummy and one for the bridle. The thin ribbon will be to hang the ornament with and to wrap the horns- I did not pre-measure the horn wrapping because I wasn't sure how long it would need to be. Finish the cut edges of the ribbon as you like- I used a lighter to heat seal them but fray check or white glue will work. Glue will be more difficult to sew through.

Start sewing the goat bases together. I used red thread and a basic whip stitch, but you could get a couple different effects by using white or brown thread, or by sewing a blanket stitch.

Here's where I made life difficult for myself- stop when you get to the legs and wrap the ribbon in place, tucking the ends in between the layers. This secures them and hides the edges but is fiddly to pin and sew. You can also wait until you have sewn most of the way around and tack or glue the ribbons on top if you're less fussy about the ends showing.

Continue sewing around the legs and body, catching the ribbons in your stitches and repeating for the bridle ribbon. Stop at the base of the horns so you have room to stuff.

I'm working with modern plastic materials, so sadly (or not) this goat isn't terribly flammable, just meltable. If you want to be eco friendly you can stuff him with scrap fabrics. I'm using polyfill.

Use a chopstick, paintbrush handle or empty mechanical pencil to poke your stuffing into place. Smaller lumps of fluff are better and more maneuverable.

For firmer limbs stuff chopped up bits of your felt into the legs and head and follow it up with the polyfill.

My original plan for the removable flame was to do clever things with magnets, so if you want to give that a try this would be the point to toss one in before you close up the body. I was on a roll and didn't remember until I was working on the horns. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Remember you still need to put the tummy ribbon on and curse your clumsy giant fingers!! Getting everything situated and laying nicely may take a couple attempts. Once you've stabbed yourself with the pins a couple times, sew up the inner curve from the base of the horns on the neck to where the horns meet up again on the butt.

Be careful of where your thread tail goes and the direction of your stitches, it's easy to accidentally loop around the whole body or catch the horns.

There should still be a bitty opening at the base of the horns and at the butt (giggle here), if you flattened your stuffing during the last step and need to poke a teensy bit more in.

Tie your length of hanging ribbon into a loop and set aside.

This is another step where my need to hide the edges made life stupid and fiddly. Tuck the edge of a length of the thin ribbon between the layers on the bottom of the horns and wrap it around, and tack in place with a couple stitches. Loop it a couple of times until you get to the point you want to hang the ornament: I chose dead center, you may want him at a jaunty angle.

Fiddle with bendy felt, slippery ribbon and pins until your hanging ribbon's knot is sandwiched between the 2 layers of the horns and continue wrapping with the loose long piece, securing with pins or clips as needed and hopefully not making a big tangled mess of ribbon.

When you get to the end wrap it around a couple times and cut off any extra length, seal your ribbon and pin or clip into place.

Sew along remaining curves of the horn, making sure not to yank the hanging ribbon out of place and to catch the wrapping ribbon as you go. Accept there's no good way to tuck in this !$@!%%^$ slippery 1/8th BS ribbon and tack the butt end down with a few extra stitches.

Alternately, tack the hanging ribbon in place between the layers, sew the edges and then wrap and secure the horn ribbon with stitches or glue at either end. You could also skip sewing the edges of the horns together before wrapping them, but it will be more sturdy and secure with them sewn.

The fun part! fold some paper in half and draw your flames on the fold. Mine were a little over 2 in tall, and they should be a little smaller than the back of your goat at the base in order to fit in place. Cut out your fire and use it as a template for your felt.

The base layer will need to be on cut on the fold but the rest can be separate. Use as many or as few layers and colors as you like, it doesn't have to match exactly on both sides. You'll be folding this up so that you have 2 decorative sides facing out and a plain inside, so you'll be making two mirrored flames while it's still flat: one pointing up and one pointing down. Sew or glue the layers together.

I used a hidden stitch about a third of the way up from the bottom on the inside of the flame to pinch the sides together and pull it up into a V shape. This can be tucked up into the gap between the body and the horns and will hold itself in place pretty well if you have thick felt.

For more security/ shaping you could sew a loop of craft wire or an opened paperclip to the back side of the flame, or as previously mentioned do clever things with magnets.

Hang him on the tree with or without flames and enjoy!

Options for enjoying your handcrafted goat:

Pin the Flame on the Goat: Hide goat ornament on tree and give your participant (s) the flame (s), first to put them together wins.

Art Imitates Goat: Keep the flames to the side until/ if the real goat burns, and then apply to ornament. Celebrate with hot cocoa or warm winter drink of choice.

Voodoo Goat: Real Gavlebocken hasn't burned yet? Summon the flames by setting your ornament on felt fire! Celebrate with hot cocoa or warm winter drink of choice.

#holiday craft #gavle goat #gavlebocken #christmas ornament #tutorial #hand sewing #also please show me your goats if you make one!

[fangirltothefullest]

Okay but now what if how you designed Remus but in as many words as you want, because I'm loving these design breakdowns

HELL YEAH!

Remus to me is full of chaos but he is also the antithesis of Roman with similar qualities but a total lack of self consciousness or bashfulness. He is freedom and he gives no shits.

Inspiration 1: Mad Madam Mim

I start with a disney character full of chaos and I am inspired by mad Madam Mim because she is wild and chaotic and i absolutely love how fun she is as a villain and the most important thing for me is that Remus is fun. He's bonkers and has terrible ideas but he's also harmless in terms of reality. He's like an annoying little brother that wants to show you the Weird Gunk he found in the trash.

Inspiration 2: Snidley Whiplash (or Dick Dastardly)

Remus to me is a guy who knows a lot of things and he's actually really clever but he wants to BE a villain like Snidley Whiplash or Dick Dastardly, including the moustache. He wants to tie people to train tracks because it's fun. His personality is "I found the dynamite and the roller skates! :D"

Inspiration 3: Wile E Coyote and looney tunes as a concept

If Remus is anything it's a creature that can be stabbed in the eye and come back fine. It's a person who can make acme-like contraptions that do not work and that's ok. He is, if nothing else, Wile E Coyote and he is having the time of his life. He should therefore have hair that is a littler wild and crazy and untamable like Wile E's tail.

Inspiration 3: Royal villains

We will look at Galavant and also OUaT again!

There's nothing quite as detailed in costume as evil royal villains. They always seem to be the most extravagant or at least have all the buckles and things and Remus has an outfit just the same. Like Roman I want his royalty to show with his clothes but unlike Roman I want Remus to look way less put together. More a culmination of his clothes he chooses to wear but only because he HAS to wear something so he's going to show skin.

Particularly though the one I associate with Remus is Captain Hook from Once Upon a Time.

Inspiration 4: Captain Hook / Pirate aesthetics

Roguish, half-opened shirt, details, dressed fancy, swashbuckling. Remus would make a great pirate because he has the swagger and charm of a drunken man sailing a boat with a pet giant octopus he calls Lil Pussy.

Speaking of octopus...

Inspiration 5: Kraken and hentai

He has an octopus on his belt and he deserves tentacles for a pirate feel but also for fuckin. Cause he's a raunchy bastard. Anything taboo is something he wants to think about.

Inspiration 6: Punk aesthetic

What easier way top buck against the norms than to embrace punk vibes? Jewelry, upside-down crosses, I don't like going overboard with it but I like giving him some. Fingerless gloves, chokers with spikes, those kinds of things work well for his "I am everything your religious grandmother hates, embrace it". His outfits that aren't standard could look like he made them himself or found them in the garbage and went "awesome!"

Inspiration 7: Weapon Master

Remus likes to hit things with his mace and while Roman has his sword, I imagine Remus is an expert at weapons or at least likes to use them so even if I am going to dress him up nice I want a weapon nearby somewhere.

Things that are a must:

So many details, Remus will not leave your eyeballs alone. If you think Roman has details nope, Remus wants your eyes to bleed with them.

Remus should have longer hair than Roman, wilder bangs and wilder curls. Shorter hair is fine but a ponytail is even more fun. Like the tie holding it'll break at any moment.

Weapons galore, arm this baby at every opportunity. Likewise, scars are acceptable but it's ok if they disappear at random because chaos loves chaos.

If Remus has his main garb off he should be showing skin to the best of his abilities and his collar should drape down wider than normal because let that man be a slut.

Tentacles should be numerous when shown and they should have a mind of their own doing whatever they want.

If Roman wouldn't wear it, Remus would. If Roman wouldn't think it, Remus would, and if Roman would be disgusted, Remus would love it.

Remus should have annoying little brother vibes.

Any non-standard outfits should look like he cobbled them together with duct tape and chewing gum.

So I came to this:

#tashiarts #sanders sides #inspiration for remus

[restinslices]

If Kuai Liang Was A Sub

This has been sitting on my docs and for whatever reason, I didn’t post it. Anyway imma make the same disclaimer I did for Bi-Han’s part. I am a virgin. I get zero bitches. Absolutely zero play. Take everything I say with a grain of salt and if you think it’s inaccurate then damn. Idk. Minors MOOOOVEEE.

I feel like unlike Bi-Han, he'd be way more accepting of his role. Bi-Han is like, "sub? could never be me!", and Kuai Liang is like "yeah, absolutely"

I could see foreplay being his thing. To him, what adds up to sex is just as important as sex. 

Honestly I think he'd see all parts of sex as equally important. The leading up to, the actual act, and the aftercare. 

Remember when I said Bi-Han pissed you off on purpose because he enjoyed punishments? I don't think Kuai Liang would be like that. 

Don't get me wrong, he could do stupid shit at times or break rules but I feel like it'd legit be on accident. 

Like you'd tell him he can't touch you as you ride him, but he'd completely forget that and do it anyway. 

Your pleasure to him would be the most important. If he doesn't cum, it's a bummer. But you not cumming? Absolutely not. 

He moans loudly and gasps. idk why I get this vibe, but I do. 

He's also shameless. I feel like if someone was like "I heard you having sex last night", Bi-Han would be confrontational. Tomas would be embarrassed. Kuai Liang would apologize but would turn around and ask you to fuck him harder this time. 

Because let's bffr, what is anyone gonna do to him? 

He'd be into being tied up by his own ropes. It'll be all he could think of when he's using them in other situations and honestly? Gets him determined to return home to you. 

Kinks I'd think he'd have would be restraints, overstimulation, roleplay, orgasm control, praise and/or degradation (idk if he'd like one over the other. pick whichever you like), and dare I say a knife kink?

Obviously don't fucking stab him but some threatening? He's into it. 

He loves making you feel good and loves when you use him to make yourself feel good 

Adding onto that, idk why but he's giving "ride me in my sleep" energy. consensually of course, this would obviously be something discussed. 

I can't put my finger on why, but I just really feel like he'd enjoy waking up to you using him. Maybe he enjoys the thought that you constantly want him. Once again though, this would be something discussed beforehand. Don't just try this shit at home. This would require lots of talks, boundaries, knowing when it'd be ok, shit like that. imma say it again, do not randomly try this shit. 

A punishment I think he'd hate is not being able to touch you. He'd be away a lot on Liu Kang's orders, so when you're together he wants to touch you so he remembers it when he's away. When you're having sex, he especially wants to touch you. So you saying "no" would be hard for him

I know we're mainly talking about sex but I think it'd be more than that for him. I'm not saying you control everything he does but this man is probably stressed out all the time. He has two brothers who have constant beef (which is one sided fr), he's probably still missing his dad, he's constantly risking his life for others, and life just has a lot of bullshit going on. 

Serving Earthrealm means he's always doing stuff for other people. So sometimes he likes when you're the one choosing what he'll do for the day because he knows you'll pick stuff that would benefit him. Does that make sense?

Like, non sexually you may say “hey I want you to go take a long bath, then put some clothes on. I already have the water and your clothes ready”. Shit like that. Don't get it misconstrued, you're not becoming his mom. You're just taking more of a leadership role, which he appreciates. 

Sexually though, it'd tie into orgasm control. You'd tell him what to do, where to touch, when to stop, where to look, etc. He knows whatever you're having him do is to make him feel good. To put himself first, which he has a hard time doing. 

I'm not saying y'all don't have straight “I'm tryna fuck” type of sex, but I think he'd enjoy some soft stuff occasionally. Helps him relax. 

As for aftercare I think unlike Bi-Han, he'd enjoy talking after. Especially depending on what was going on. 

Softer sex probably results in cuddling then talking about whatever. Something more intense would include a breather, checking in, then whatever else he needs. Sometimes it's a bath immediately, sometimes it's playing with his hair to bring him back down. 

Sometimes it's you reminding him that he's doing his best. Sex can be a good way to relieve tension, but it's not a permanent fix. You like to remind him that he's a good person and sometimes bad shit happens to good people. Just a nice deep chat. 

He gives me “I'm tryna find my wife” at the club vibes, idk. is that outta line?😭

He's not as soft as Tomas but he's not as hardheaded as Bi-Han. He's a nice in between. 

Y’all already know Tomas is next. Stay tuned

#Kuai Liang #kuai liang x reader #kuai liang x y/n #kuai liang mk1 #kuai liang scorpion #kuai liang smut #scorpion smut #sub kuai liang #sub character #sub scorpion #Ngl he’s my favorite #mk1 smut #mortal kombat smut

[narcissarina]

Darkened Desires

Prologue and Chapter 1: The sun || Chapter 2: The moon || Chapter 3: The moon || Chapter 4: The sun || Chapter 5: The sun || Chapter 6: The moon || Chapter 7: The moon || Chapter 8: The sun || Chapter 9: The sun || Chapter 10: The outsider

Pairings: Mafia!Scaramouche × Barista!Reader

Word count: 2,306

Tw: praise kink, degradation, kidnapping, tourture, dub/non-con, forced breeding, dismembering, gore, deaths, age-gap, corruption, use of force, trauma, use of drugs, stalking, mentions of human trafficking on the near chapters, slowburn.

Warning: This fanfiction may contain kidnapping, torture, dub/non-con, forced breeding, dismembering, age-gap, corruption, vigilante Scaramouche, use of force, trauma, use of drugs, stalking, and more. This fiction will continue grow darker as chapters goes by.

Your mental health matters.

CHAPTER 11:

THE MOON

I sigh and lay my head low, I left her alone in her own home—I shouldn’t worry too much since I know she’ll be safe and can protect her own. But I can’t help but feel my gut that tells me the opposite of it.

I’m not ready to talk about it, I’m not ready to share my criminal life and leave her uncomfortable.

She’ll ask me questions and probably press me why I didn’t become an agent like my mother is.

I lean back to my chair and tap on my armrest, papers been stacking up—got a few calls, few emails here and there.

Letting out a frustrate sigh, I look up my ceiling—there’s been a gut feeling that’s bee stabbing me to check up on her, see her, feel her.

I fight the urge and stood up from my chair, fixing my tie and brushing off dust from my vest.

I took out my phone and look through my messages, Ajax texted me: “Are you still gonna refuse what we had planned?”

Rolling my eyes and a scoff left my lips as I tuck my phone in.

Although I am worried, I know she is safe since I did sent out a few guards to check in on her. I assure myself and walk walked out of my office to stretch my limbs and stiffen body.

I let my head hang up in the air and silence filled my surroundings, muting any sounds as my eyes shut and take a deep breath. I hear faint footsteps… getting louder and louder and closer.

I took out my gun and point to my right, halting someone as I assume they would come knocking me out or attack me while I let my guard down, turning my head to see who they are. They’re one of my men, I groan and put back my gun.

He was frozen in fear and shock, I snapped, “what the hell do you want?”

“Sir…” his breath hitches, his voice quivering.

The moment I hear those words, the moment I felt my heart drop through the ground.

“She’s gone.”

Immediately bursting through her house door, I was met with eerie silence. My brows knitted together as I search the living room, I called out her name… No response.

“Sunshine?” I say out in a panic, my chest rising up and down as I head upstairs to her bedroom—I open the door and saw her messy bed, she was taken when asleep.

My head started hurting and my breathing starts to pick up, too much is happening all at once.

I called to one of my men while heading downstairs in a panic, I gripped on his collar and bring his face closer to mine.

“you had one fucking job.” I say in gritted teeth, he was still and his fist clenched, “how did this happen?” I asked and pushed him down, safely landing on her couch—god fucking damn it!

I clench over my hair and brush it back, letting out a frustrating sigh as I kick down a fucking chair.

Too much is happening and it’s happening all at fucking once.

“Where were you when she got taken?” I asked, trying to keep my cool and flatten my tone, he open his mouth to respond but his partner answered for him, “he was taking a fat shit.”

I closed my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose, “couldn’t you shit faster?” I sat down on the nearest and clasp my hand together, I lean forward and rest my elbows onto my knees.

“if you don’t find a piece of clue of her whereabouts within twenty-four hours, I’m going to have each of your fingers taken off.” I spoke, loud and clear—he nods and had a death grip of his own knee. If his nail could pierce to that piece of fabric and skin, he would be bleeding by now.

I lean back, groaning in pain and defeat.

Out of anyone, why would they target her? She hasn’t done anything wrong, she’s just a simple I clench over my hair and brush it back, letting out a frustrating sigh as I kick down a fucking chair.

Although she likes to poke her nose and ears where it doesn’t belong.

I need to find her fast, or all will be too late.

I sat in my car seat, my hands gripping on the steering wheel as I hit it repeatedly to let out my stress, I already made my men go back first without me since they’re doing shit at their job. I need a time alone before I couldn’t contain myself and kill them all.

Ping—

The sound of my phone notification grabbed my attention for a second as I look to the messages with a picture attached.

It was Ajax.

I read the message carefully and felt my heart stop for a few good minute.

I put my hand on the wheel and took off, speeding up to get to my destination, I’ll be breaking Ajax’s neck if his explanation did not satisfy me.

I arrived in front of his house as I slam my cars door shut and bolt inside his home, “where the fuck is she?!” I yelled and took his collar, making him meet me eye to eye. I would love to cut that grin off of his face as he only held his hands mid air and chuckle, “chill, she’s safe.” He said and grip one of his hand to my wrist, “if it weren’t for me, she would’ve been taken by… You know.”

“The hell you talking about?”

“It’s better if you go see her first then we’ll talk.” Ajax snap his finger to one of his men and got behind me, signaling me to follow them—my grip on Ajax collar loosen as I slowly turn my back and followed them.

My mind swirls with questions and how would I approach her and what her condition is, I never knew fear exist in me when one of my men says that she’s gone…

We arrived downstairs as his guard open the door, isn’t this Ajax torture room or something? Why did he kept her in here? Is he sick in the head, what the fuck…

Impatiently waiting and tapping my shoe, they opened it and I burst into the room and look around the dimly lit room, I see a couple of blankets and pillows on the ground and a tray with a plate that was once filled with food.

There she was, sleeping uncomfortably on the freezing ground as she toss from her left to right and the blanket wrap her like a burrito. I rush to her and held her in my arms, she was snoring and mumbling in her sleep, I held her tight and my hand on her cheek.

“Sunshine.” I mutter, my lips connected to her temple as I softly rock her in my arms. She’s also hugging a pillow and curl up into a ball, “wake up, darling.” I called, she whines and turn her back on me while still being in my arms. I chuckle at her tactics and carried her bridal style as I walk out of the room with her sleeping soundly in my arms.

I lay her down in one of Ajax’s luxurious couch and sat down beside her—sleeping soundly as if she doesn’t sense the danger in this world and that in her dreams, she’s safe and happy.

I adjust her position and let her head use my thigh as her pillow, she grunt and whines a little but proceed to smack both of her lips and turn her back as her forehead made contact where my healing wound is. I smile down at her and remove some of her hair from her face.

Ajax is right across me, legs cross and drinking his tea.

“I won’t cut to the chase.” I hear him clear his throat, his tone serious but his smile not disappearing. I look up at him and remain eye contact, “I called you for a reason, Scara.” He added then continue, “actually, when me and the boys did our job, you know? The usual—breaking in, shooting, murdering the wanted people. You know?” He chuckle to himself and lean back to relax his muscles.

“But there’s something that caught my eye when I broke in to my targets office,” his hands clasp together, “there was a file that stands out the most and most familiar,” he then snap a finger as his men gave him the file that he was talking about, “it's about your previous Sunshine, Scara.” He handed me the file by tossing it to the table between us, the file slides close as I manage to grab a hold to it.

I scan and read each word carefully while still listening to what Ajax’s saying, “she was being targeted, I don’t know who nor what do they want but they just wanted her.” My brows frown, muttering under my breath every sentences I read.

Name: Y/N L/N

Age: 24

It was one of her personal backgrounds, the same one I also have but different… It has the approved stamp on it and the date when they’ll be taking her, my eyes widen and filled with so much rage that I could fucking kill every single person in this room…

But I remain calm, as waiting my darling up would be every upsetting.

He could just watch me stress this out, “I know you have a lot in your plate right now, but I feel like you should know and that why I took her in the first place.” He explained, “she’s a lovely girl, but we can’t have her be taken away now. Not when she’s your sun ray and that the Tsaritsa just want to question her.”

My eyes shot up to him, “she wants to question her..?” Ajax nodded and smiles more widely now, “I mean, just a harmless question, she’s going to be fine!”

My eyes darkened, annoyance visible on my face, “now, now… Let me explain.” Ajax laughs, as I feel her again turning and letting out a sigh of relief as she knew she’s in a warm and comfortable spot to sleep on.

“You know… She low-key looks like the Tsaritsa’s diseased child, but more older and mature now.” His tone became soft and calm, “you know, since her lover got killed in an intense battle in war.”

“Isn’t her lover in the military?”

“yes and the Tsaritsa is part of the most powerful and resourceful mafia family…”

“Why and how did she fell in love with a soldier?”

Ajax thought for a moment and let out a deep breath, “she ran away to be with him, then his deployment came when she’s pregnant. Before she knew it, he’ll never return. And he doesn’t know that she’s the most wanted mafia’s daughter.”

I nodded, look down at her sleeping soundly and caress her cheek.

“how did her kid die?”

“When the Tsaritsa’s little princess was running around the house, greeting every servant and giving them smiles. She’s a lovely girl, like her—” he points to my sleeping sunshine, “—like her, the Tsaritsa calls her child her sunshine. Her ray of light when she was out of hope, but she continue pursuing life because that day, she has a child.”

I smiled, I know it’ painful to lose a kid. But I knew, because I lost not one but three kids because I failed to save them from their abuser and predator…

“But when hope was building, it collapsed when her ray of light got into a flight accident—along with the Tsaritsa’s trusted servants to guide her sunshine back home. Back where the kid belongs, not only did the kid lost its life, but also four or six people died there too. Most of them survived, but not the kid and the servant.”

I listen, as I feel this pain in my heart. I continue caressing her face as I look up and see Ajax wiping off tears from his eyes, he laughs and dismiss this matter. “N-No, sorry. Quite unprofessional…” I could hear him sniffle and smile again, “it’s just awful to lose someone that young and that they’re your only reason why you’re keeping it together.”

He inhales and tries to stop tears from falling off, he took a fan and starts flapping it in the maximum speed he can. “It’s just that, when the Tsaritsa caught a glimpse of her file. She immediately knew that she found another reason to keep it together and finally had someone worthy of her protection.” He smiled while battling with his tears, even though in those dead eyes of his—there’s still a hint of emotion in there somewhere, just finding it’s way to wave and finally come around eventually.

“So, I’m only doing this for her request, not a demand—but a request.” He clarify twice, assuming that I would hear it right. “it’s okay to refuse since the Tsaritsa only asked if she had a chance to meet her, and maybe talk to her too.”

I’m free to refuse, but how could I refuse when I finally knew what the Tsaritsa’s intentions are? There’s a side of me that’s really soft and this is one of them.

“I promise you, comrade.” Ajax lean forward, his elbow resting on his knee and hands clasp together, “that the Tsaritsa will provide her everything, will do anything to protect her. Even though she’s not her daughter—she found yet again a sole reason to keep it together.”

I sigh, pinching the nose of my bridge and look down at sunshine. Ismiled and try to lean and kiss her forehead, “alright.”

“Arrange an appointment for us to meet Her Majesty.”

Link:

Chapter 12: THE SUN

#genshin impact #genshin smut #dark romance #darkened desires series #scara x reader #scaramouche fanfic #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #genshin scara #Mafia!Scara #Mafia!Scaramouche #I DID SOMETHING >//< #i tried doing some message thiny:3

[sturniololoco]

Skating Accident pt 2

Sturniolo Little Sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets

Warnings: broken bones, cast, crying, frustration, etc.

SLS/N's POV

I woke up as I felt myself being scooped into someone's arms. I smelt the familiar smell of Chris's Sauvage Dior and opened my eyes.

"I can walk, Chris. It's just my wrist." I say sleepily, trying to wiggle out of his grip around my body.

"Shh, I gotcha." He whispers, his soothing voice nearly sending me back to sleep. He hoists me up and my legs instinctively wrap around his torso, my face falling into the crook of his neck.

He carries me like that, all the way up the stairs and into the living room, where my eyes are met with the bright light of our kitchen where Matt and Nick began making dinner.

"Chris, I don't wanna go to bed yet," I say, lifting my head up from his chest as he begins to walk towards my room.

"You've had a long day, I think you need some rest, bud," he says, stopping in the hallway to look at me, then move a piece of hair from in front of my face.

"Please?" I say, giving him puppy eyes. He rolls his eyes and chuckles slightly, before carrying me to the couch.

"I still want you to rest though." He says, sitting down on the couch, me still clutched onto him, now in his lap.

I put my face back in the crook of his neck and sigh conently. He rests his head on my shoulder, looking over me at his phone. He pats my back lightly as we sit together on the couch.

-

"C'mon SLS/N. You have to eat something." Matt said to me as I moved the food on my plate around with my fork.

I had to have Nick cut up my air-fried chicken, due to my dominant wrist being broken. let's just say that I'm not a lefty.

Even after he did all that, I was not hungry.

At all.

The pain in my wrist was still very present, sending a throbbing feeling throughout my entire arm. I was thinking about it so much it made me nervous, but Nick wouldn't let me take an Advil until I got some food in my belly.

"Just five bites? Please, sis?" Nick said, stabbing some chicken on my fork for me, then holding it up.

I sighed and relentlessly ate my five bites, then took an Advil as fast as I could get to the medicine cabinet.

Only it didn't seem to be working.

An hour later, cuddled up in between Matt and Nick's sides, I could still feel the throbbing sensation going up and down my arm.

"C-Chris, I think I'm ready for bed," I say, sitting up and grabbing my blanket, feeling upset and in pain.

"Okay buddy!" he says, jumping up quickly, then tossing Matt the remote, dabbing him and Nick up on his way to his bed.

I gave both of them a hug and a kiss on the cheek before following Chris downstairs to Chris's room.

-

I often find myself sleeping with Chris. Neither of us wants to sleep alone, so It works out.

I woke up to Matt, gently tapping our shoulders and whispering our names. Chris sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, while I threw the blankets back over my head.

"Five more minutes?" I groan, sleep laced in my voice. He and Chris chuckle at me before pulling the covers off me.

Matt leaned down and kissed me on the cheek, saying,

"We gotta get up because we're meeting up with Madi, remember? And I think you'll wanna shower, bedhead," he says, smiling at me and ruffling my hair.

I groan again but get up all the same, trudging my way upstairs to my bathroom.

-

Who knew trying to tie a plastic Walmart bag over your own arm would be so hard.

I've been at it for about 10 minutes with no progress. I groan in frustration before balling and throwing the bag.

I felt the tears well up in my eyes as I felt like slamming my stupid cast on the hard bathroom counter.

Instead, I slam my hand against the bathroom door, causing a loud bang to fill the silence.

I crumple to the bathroom floor, crying. I don't know why I'm so worked up, I never get this frustrated over silly things.

I hear a knock on the bathroom door.

"SLS/N? You okay? Can I come in?" I hear Matt ask from the other side of the door.

I let out a mix between a sob and a yes, and he quickly pushed the door open to see me on the floor.

"Hey, hey, hey! What's the matter sweetheart?" mat asks, his voice filled with worry as he sits next to me.

he pulled me to him and I let all my emotions out onto his chest. he shushed them quietly in my ear and stroked my hair and my back.

When I was done, he leaned me back and looked into my eyes.

"What happened, bud?" he asked, wiping the story tears from my cheeks.

"I hate this, I feel so-so...useless," I say shakily, holing up my cast. he looks at me, giving me a sympathetic smile. he grabs the fingers that are poking out of my cast and gives them a light kiss, rubbing them with his thumb.

"I know you're frustrated, I would be too. But Nick, Chris, and I will always be here if you need us," he says, grabbing the Walmart bag from the floor and tying it around my casted wrist while he talks.

Once finished, he turned the shower on, making the perfect temperature. once finished, he pulled me into a quick hug before leaving and closing the door, allowing me to get undressed and into the shower.

While using one hand to wash my hair, I hold up my bagged cast, thinking about how grateful I am to have brothers like mine.

@idkwhosnyla @babypat08 @eyelessdemon00 @christopherowensturniolo @sturnsxx @freshloveforthefit @matty443355 @sleepysturnss @emeraldgreenbeautiesstu @sunsetsturniolos @hoesturniolo @x4nd3rsukz @chr1sgirl4life @sstvrnioloo @sturns-posts @chrisstopherfilmed @kylasrealityx @zoeysturnioloooooo @comet235 @islaasblog @sturnioloblogs @defnotayonna @mattsleftnipple03 @thematthewlover @mattsaq

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #christopher sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo sister x reader #sturniolo sister

[swan2swan]

Thinking about how all three times I've watched "Evasive Action", the Sammy's Indecision Subplot has weirded me out and failed to grab me...

And I think I figured it out.

I think there was supposed to be a "Hey. I just killed a man" plotline there. The episode prior, Sammy and Yaz both disabled the control chips in the raptors--who promptly tore Kash apart.

The guy who had blackmailed Sammy and her family.

They probably wanted a "Revenge makes you Feel Empty" plotline for Sammy in that episode, but Standards and Practices said "Oh, you can't do that in this children's show, actually, the kids aren't allowed to kill people, and certainly can't say they did."

Which, admittedly...yeah, that would have been a little heavy.

So they had to cut it, whilst still on a time crunch. Heck, it could have even gotten to boards before that plotline got nixed. Then they needed to fill in three minutes of time in this episode, and the only thing that could really mesh was "Um, Sammy is upset at the group dynamic."

This is why her plotline felt unfulfilled: because they had something, but then they weren't allowed to do it. And, given a choice between "Let Sammy Be a Murderer" and "Let the Girls Kiss", we know which one they chose.

Granted, I still need to finish the rewatch and see how her dynamic with Kon plays out (especially because he's the Bigger Bad), but I would first like to submit further evidence to the jury:

-Darius and Sammy spend the episode that she should be processing her guilt together. They've had a few episodes before, but their main--and first--bonding moment was in the kayak. Wherein Sammy dropped this line:

Imagine if they'd called back to that line here. Sammy just killed a man to protect her family--the man who was also threatening her own family. When Sammy says she'd do anything, she meant anything. Sammy could be guilty, and Darius could say something like "You once said you'd do anything to protect your family...and you protected us." Then she could call it back to Kenji. Or something. Look, I'm speculating now, let's move on to EXHBIT B:

-Yaz and Sammy are not shown stabbing the batteries into the heads to disable the chips. If the "No, Sammy can't kill!!!" mandate was brought down on them, that might have been a shot they cut to comply. There might have even been more tie-in reactions. Note that Sammy's not looking enthused here. She's very hesitant. Maybe there would be a moment where she looks over at Kash, then steels her face and frees the raptor before running. But: The Action That Sammy Takes That Leads To Kash's Death is never shown on-screen, and whether it was for the purpose of the Reveal or not, she is Innocent by Children's Show Standards.

FINALLY, EXHIBIT C:

The reactions to Kash's death, the man who blackmailed Sammy's family, is...Brooklynn and Darius. Again. Yasammy frees the raptors, but Dinostar gets the reaction. Why? Why would that be? Perhaps because Sammy's expression was something setting up the next episode's plot. Vindication. Guilt. Pleasure. Maybe Yaz hugs her to her. Hides her face. Realizes it. I'm giving art and fic prompts here at this point. Whatever the case: we don't see Sammy's reaction to Kash's death. Which suggests--to me--that there was something they wanted to show, but couldn't, and decided to let it be an offscreen still-canon reaction that we just don't get to bear witness to.

Ladies, gentlemen, and the rest: I urge you to consider that the lack of resolution to Sammy's arc with blackmail is not the result of negligence in writing, but overambition that was shot down by the censors. They gave Sammy a Revenge Arc that was ultimately deemed Too Dark, so they gave her a rushed "I Am Not Going To Have Feelings About Anything Right Now" plotline, instead.

#SAMMY GOT TO KILL HER TORMENTOR #AND THEY JUST BRUSHED OVER IT #sammy gutierrez #kash d langford #yasmina fadoula #yasammy #jurassic world: camp cretaceous #jwcc #camp cretaceous

[wen-kexing-apologist]

Kiss-eki: Dear to Me

*Kicks open door*

SURPRISE BITCHES! I am several days late and hundreds of dollars short, but I did finally *finally* decide to watch Kiseki: Dear to Me in an attempt to add one more show to the Completed Watchlist for 2023. This was a show I was planning on watching a bit earlier, probably closer to the time it was actually airing, because I'd heard it was ridiculous and thought it would be a good show to have on in the background during work. But @ginnymoonbeam had my best interests at heart and told me that I Absolutely Could Not Do That because There Was Body Language Dammit!

If I have not made it clear, THANK YOU FOR SAVING ME, GINNY!

Kiseki was absolutely wild and completely insane if you try to describe a single aspect of the plot whatsoever, but I would have given it a ten off sheer entertainment value if it wasn't for those back to back fake outs with Chen Yi being shot and Fan Ze Riyu being stabbed. But, I digress. I have only seen three things from Taiwan at this point, but those three shows have provided quite a lot of evidence to the claim that Taiwan is nearly unparalleled in their ability to portray domesticity and physical chemistry. I have also heard that Taiwan has a tendency to create content on more taboo subjects, and Kiseki was my first forray in to that side of Taiwan considering Ai Di and Chen Yi are brothers and Bai Zong Yi is a minor when he starts his relationship with Fan Ze Riu. I think both of these subjects were very smartly handled in their set up and their structure. I normally hate the like, adoptive siblings falling in love thing, cause like...that's your sibling, but they don't give us a lot if any flashback to these boys growing up together, and they don't share last names, or really call their adoptive father Dad, so there are quite a number of abstractions in that dynamic that means this is the first time I didn't have a squick about it. And having Fan Ze Riu trying so desperately not to succumb to his feelings for Bai Zong Yi and to put that distance between them, to have Bai Zong Yi be living alone and also be 17 so he's pretty close to legal age, and then to have Bai Zong Yi be the pursuer in their relationship both serve extremely well in making that relationship feel responsibly handled.

I have not been in the tags, so forgive me if this has already been done, but I have not stopped thinking about the first kiss between Ai Di and Chen Yi or the first kiss between Bai Zong Yi and Fan Ze Riu since I saw them and I simply *must* do a scene/body language breakdown about both of them. God, it's good to be back!

[side note: I was going to split this up with funny titles like Cat Boy and Mr. Sulky, but I realized that actually could apply to both couples...]

Ai Di and Chen Yi

Okay FIRST OF ALL, I just want to say that I love Ai Di, I love how ruthless and blood thirsty he is and how incredibly dangerous and scary he could be...if he wasn't so easy to pick up and carry around like a football, or like...a feral, hissing kitten. I am going to focus mostly on the first kiss that Chen Yi initiates with Ai Di because holy shit was there so much complex emotion and reaction packed in to that pretty small moment, but before I do that I am contractually obligated to acknowledge how fucking brilliant it is to show how much/how well Ai Di and Chen Yi know each other, by having Ai Di torture Chen Yi for information by threatening to feed Chen Yi incredibly spicy baby corn AND TO HAVE THAT TACTIC WORK. And to show how much Chen Yi tolerates by having him easily get out of the restraints and tie Ai Di up when he gets bored. Fucking incredible character choice to show how absolutely batshit Ai Di is, fucking incredible relationship choice to show how well Ai Di knows Chen Yi, and fucking incredible choice to use for a call back later. Also, fuck this show for that birthday cake scene! Brutal.

Okay. That said:

You know Ai Di has not for one second stopped loving Chen Yi, and now he is being met with some actual interest from Chen Yi. Chen Yi is full reciprocating what Ai Di has wanted for so long and if this were a typical BL with more simplestic characterization, we would have gotten the moment where Ai Di just melts in to it, fully lets himself have it. Accepts that Chen Yi has woken up, gotten with the program, and is ready to be in a relationship with him. And to be honest, that is what I was expecting. Ai Di has been such a loud and obvious simp for Chen Yi that I thought for a moment he would be the kind of person to let himself have it. To not question it too hard, especially because he is young and impulsive. So imagine my surprise when I got this reaction from him instead:

gif by @my-rose-tinted-glasses

Ai Di likes to challenge, likes to push buttons, likes to press. And he starts this scene doing just that. He is on his way to tucking Chen Yi in to bed (folding the edge of the bed spread over him because Chen Yi is drunk off his ass and too heavy for Ai Di to manhandle under the covers. But the second that Chen Yi starts simping over his Boss again, Ai Di stops performing any level of care for Chen Yi, and you can see this little change in his face where he gets annoyed and actually undoes his little moment of care and pulls the bedspread back off of Chen Yi and then he postures and he’s trying to act tough, and he’s needling intentionally, and all of these things where he is trying to be antagonistic to Chen Yi because that is the only way that Ai Di really knows how to express his emotions and he’s butt hurt about Chen Yi once against obsessing over someone Ai Di knows he can’t have when he is right there. 

Now, Ai Di gets manhandled a lot by Chen Yi and while he isn’t able to break out of it, he does very often struggle/fight back to get out of Chen Yi’s grip when he’s been baby carried away from a scene like a sack of potatoes. Which is why I do think Ai Di is giving in to his own feelings a bit here because he…doesn’t do that. He lets Chen Yi pull him closer, he lets Chen Yi push him up against the wall. And he’s still needling but it’s all bark, no bite. When he starts calling Chen Yi impotent his face softens looking up at him. 

And then Chen Yi goes in for the kiss and Ai Di’s eyes go wide, you can see an entire internal monologue running through his head. I am fairly confident there are some what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck’s going through his head when Chen Yi first kisses him. 

gif by @khaotungsfirst

There is a moment, just a moment so quick where Ai Di kisses back, where his heart gets the better of his judgment and he lets himself *have it* for *just* a second, and then his brain snaps back almost immediately and he bites Chen Yi and pushes him away. 

And honestly, I do not understand how actors work, because Ai Di’s face twitches. How the fuck does Louis do that?! He’s out of breath, and his mouth is agape, and he looks horrified, and heartbroken, and confused, but maybe a little hopeful. Like he won’t let himself believe that Chen Yi would actually do this. Like he is thinking Chen Yi is doing this out of pity, or just to shut him up, or mess with him. Because Ai Di messes with Chen Yi all the time.  This is what Ai Di wants. He wants Chen Yi, but now that he is face to face with the possibility he does not have the ability to believe in it. 

gif by @my-rose-tinted-glasses

And in a very rare occurrence he listens to Chen Yi when Chen Yi tells him to get out of his room. The gears are definitely turning, but he simply cannot believe it, and it is so fascinating to me thinking about all these little microexpressive moments we get from Ai Di later on in the show that he really does not believe that Chen Yi kissing him in Episode 6 was Chen Yi actually admitting feelings, because every time that Ai Di tries something like torturing Chen Yi with spicy baby corn, or flirting to try to get Chen Yi to be uncomfortable or to back off, he reacts with genuine confusion when Chen Yi flirts back. 

Case in point: 

gif by @25shadesoffebruary

gif by @shijiujun

Bai Zong Yi and Fan Ze Riu First Kiss

It’s really interesting for me to compare this kiss to the Ai Di and Chen Yi kiss because they feel like completely mirrored (read: reversed) reactions. Where Ai Di leans in to his kiss for a moment for a moment and then forces himself to push away, preventing further intimacy, Fan Ze Rui forces himself to push away for a moment and then leans in to it, allowing the intimacy to proceed.

gif by @alejunsu

The set up is incredible, and in my opinion, foreshadows the fake amnesia plot in that Ze Rui is absolutely laser focused on his task (treating Zong Yi’s wounds) and intentionally ignoring everything else because he knows that it is irresponsible for him to initiate a relationship with a seventeen year old. Zong Yi is the first to lean in and go for a kiss, and he lingers at a distance that is respectful but with obvious intent for as long as it takes Ze Rui to look up and notice. There is a split second where Ze Rui’s eyes flit down to Zong Yi’s lips, and then he puts himself right back on task. Zong Yi is not to be dissuaded and goes in for the kiss again. Ze Rui notices, and grabs at Zong Yi’s shoulder to stop him, furrowing his brow in what I would consider confusion and focus, but once again his eyes betray him and he looks back at Zong Yi’s lips. This time without looking away, so Zong Yi continues, leaning in slowly and Ze Rui is drawn in at this point, he is frozen there, he isn’t trying to disengage from the inevitable anymore, unable to rebel against his own desire. 

gif by @alejunsu

Their lips meet, and to me it looks like Ze Rui is shocked, like his brain has short circuited and he doesn’t know where to go from here. It’s like his body is just reacting and reacting before his brain can catch up with the responsibility. He kisses back before his brain has really processed what is happening, and then he knows he shouldn’t be doing this so he tries to push away in the most half-hearteded attempt to be responsible, and a second later he’s abandoned the effort and started engaging more enthusiastically in the kiss. 

I do not fucking know how Hsu Kai does it because I swear to god Fan Riyu was cycling through about a hundred different emotions in this one moment and they were all acting against his physical reaction to the kiss. The way his arm goes out to Bai Zong Yi's shoulder to try to keep physical distance between the two of them, while he is having a full out internal war with himself? Holy fucking shit. It’s really like his brain is going “is this actually happening? Shit yes it is I have to- fuck it” 

gif by @maxescheibechlinichacheli

And at the start of his active participation in the kiss he is still not letting himself have it. I think he is still stuck on the fact that he shouldn’t be doing this, and as a result he pushes Zong Yi back so he can see his face, study it. All it takes is for Bai Zong Yi to go back in yet again to continue their kiss, and then it’s all over for Fan Ze Rui. He’s all in. His hand goes to Zong Yi’s face, to his neck, and before we know it he is pulling himself in to Zong Yi’s lap from the floor so  smoothly. 

Reunion Sex 

I initially was only going to focus on the Ep 6 Ai Di x Chen Yi and the Episode 7 Zong Yi x Ze Rui moments in this post, but I am so in love with the structure of the reunion sex scene that I absolutely had to talk about it. 

Again, I do not understand how actors work because Hsu Kai just knocks it out of the motherfucking park. I love that when Fan Ze Rui rouses from sleep and starts muttering under his breath and engagin with Zong Yi, you don’t need any visual confirmation from the story whatsoever to understand that Ze Rui definitely has actual dreams of reuniting with Bai Zong Yi. And you don’t need that additional confirmation because of how Hsu Kai sells the talking in his sleep moment here when he’s riding on the pills and alcohol. 

gif by @wanderlust-in-my-soul

He blinks through heavy lids and reaches out toward Zong Yi instantly, his smile is absent and dreamy, and unrestrained in a way that genuinely impresses me because I feel like it is hard to pull off acting the kind of drowsy you are when you’re still trapped in the limbo between wake and sleep when you’re not actually experiencing it. Ze Rui’s touches are unrestrained, his eyes are barely opened under their own weight, and he’s loose and droopy still when Bai Zong Yi lifts him in to the hug. Ze Rui’s bones look heavy and his muscles look loose, and he’s not really able to maintain his own structure as a result. Settling back flat pretty quickly have Zong Yi has released him from his embrace. 

And then the light changes and the setting gets dreamier despite the fact that Ze Riu is actually starting to wake up, being reminded this is real, Zong Yi is real with grounded touches that we see in close up. And I am so sad we don’t get to see Ze Rui’s face at the exact moment of the scene when it clicks for him that this is real, because it happens during the close up of the hands (which I am also fine with :D). But when we pull back out into the wider shot, Ze Rui is already sobbing against Bai Zong Yi’s cheek. And Ze Rui tries his damndest to be his normal jokey, smiley self once he knows what is happening is real, because that’s who Zong Yi loves, and that’s who Zong Yi deserves after all the pain he’s suffered for Ze Rui but instead he just…breaks. Y’all I lost it at the way all the strength just falls away from Ze Rui’s voice when he says “kiddo”. How small he sounds when he says he’s sorry. The meekness in his voice during his own apology speaks volumes for how important it is, how much weight it carries. Because Ze Rui knows what happened to Zong Yi over the past four years. He knows all of it. He knows that Zong Yi went to prison to protect him, he knows that Zong Yi got attacked there, he knows that Zong Yi has memory problems now because of it. 

gif by @wanderlust-in-my-soul

He has all of this guilt that is driving the way he interacts with Bai Zong Yi in their interlude here. By the way: “It’s been 1,573 days. Did it hurt?” is joining my list of Incredibly Devastating Lines. And it’s not just because of the line itself, it’s not just because of the way Bai Zong Yi shakes his head no. It’s especially devastating to me because right before Ze Rui asks the question, he slides his hand up to the back of Bai Zong Yi’s head and massages it a little bit with his thumb, like he’s trying to rub at an ache in hopes of getting rid of the pain. It is in no way the focus of the scene, and the action is mostly cut off and regailed to the edge of the screen, but jesus fucking christ it did wonders for me in terms of selling the scene. 

Anyway, Ginny was right, the body language was incredible, and I’m glad I didn’t watch this live or else I’d have gotten zero sleep writing essays every day of the week about some of these scenes

#kiseki #kiseki: dear to me #ai di x chen yi #zong yi x ze rui #taiwanese bl #wka long post

[knickknacksandallthat]

I was watching hockey the other day and the announcers were talking about how on the penguins, there are three player who are setting the record for the longest tenure as teammates. they've been playing together for 18 years, i'm sure you can see where my brain went

Anon, yessss!! Omg I can literally just see the interview now:

(Jean, Jeremy, and Kevin sitting in a room with an interviewer)

INTERVIEWER: Well, thanks for sitting down with me, guys! And listen, a few of us were just talking about this - the three of you have been together on the same team for around 10 years now, right?

JEREMY: *smiling* Yep!

JEAN: If you say so.

INTERVIEWER: Wow, that's quite the tenure! Did you know, in fact, that you three are close to setting a record within the league?

KEVIN: What record?

INTERVIEWER: Most consecutive years together on a team.

JEAN: *raises eyebrow* they have records for this?

KEVIN: Who currently holds it?

INTERVIEWER: uh...well I think it's technically Neil Josten and Andrew Minyard with the Dragons.

JEREMY: Awww, good for them!

JEAN: *snorts*

INTERVIEWER: *clears throat* well, in any case, uh...that's quite the achievement, you know? Tell us - what's your secret? What's the magic between you three?

JEREMY: *still smiling* hmm, I wonder.

KEVIN: Practice, hard work, and experience.

INTERVIEWER: Well, I'm sure the time you train together accounts for a lot, but...there's nothing...else you'd say helps?

JEAN: Like?

INTERVIEWER: Um, like...well, you know...like friendship?

JEAN: *blinking* Friendship.

INTERVIEWER: Yeah, man...I mean, after all this time, I would think the three of you have grown so close that you'd be more like bros, you know?

JEAN: *frowning now* Bros.

JEREMY: *biting lip silently against grin* Ohhhh, right. Got it. Yeah man, for sure. Bros.

INTERVIEWER: Exactly! Homies, man.

KEVIN: *tone dripping with derision* Homies.

INTERVIEWER: Three dudes with the most sacred of all bonds - sports.

JEREMY: *now shaking with repressed laughter* Oh, for sure, my dude. Homies. Brotherly bonding. Soooooo hetero. The most.

(Kevin turns to scowl at Jeremy.)

INTERVIEWER: You know, it actually kind of surprised many of us that you didn't end up on a team with Neil and Andrew, Kevin. If anyone, those two are who many of us would have thought you'd be setting this record with.

JEREMY: Oh my god. *doubles over laughing*

JEAN: *smirking* Yes, tell us, Kevin. Why aren't you on a team with Neil and Andrew? Accomplishing this sacred connection of brotherly bonding?

KEVIN: *pinches bridge of nose with fingers before sighing* Let's just say being on the same team with them at the Olympics is more than enough.

KEVIN: *grumbles under breath* The damn pair of menaces.

-------------------

INTERVIEWER: Josten and Minyard, we were just out talking to your rivals on the West Coast last week - Jeremy Knox, Jean Moreau, and your former PSU teammate, Kevin Day, from the Warriors.

*Both stare silently at him*

INTERVIEWER: *coughs* Right, so, we were just saying how that trio is coming up on your record for teammates with the most time spent together on one team.

NEIL: And? What's your point?

INTERVIEWER: *loosens tie* oh, well, there was a little curiosity, I guess, around why Kevin chose that team instead of coming to play for the Dragons - with the two of you, I mean, his former teammates. Um...do you know why that is?

NEIL: Because Andrew would probably stab him.

INTERVIEWER: I...what?

NEIL: *waving hand back and forth* Yeah, I'd probably give it two weeks at most.

INTERVIEWER: ...

NEIL: See, Kevin would whine and nag, and Andrew would get pissed but he promised Wymack he wouldn't, no matter how much Kevin annoys him. So...yeah. It's probably better that they both stay on opposite ends of the country.

INTERVIEWER: ...

ANDREW: *pulling lollipop out of mouth* Never let a sad, forty-something year old man convince you to promise shit.

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This totally did not go as planned. It was supposed to be a simple run just like all the previous ones you’ve been on with Daryl. You’ve become a team, always knowing the plan and having a backup and another backup just in case. 

This situation completely diminished all of your plans. 

The town you and Daryl traveled to was cleared out a few days ago, scouted by Glenn and Maggie on their way back from a previous run, but once you rode in on Daryl’s bike, that was not the sight. The town was crawling with walkers on every street. 

They heard the bike and immediately came at you both. 

“We can’t leave. We need that medicine.” You shout as Daryl moves to drive away. 

“It’s not safe. We can always come back.” 

“You heard Hershel. Judith is coming down with something and we don’t have any medicine she can take.” 

“Shit.” Daryl grunts, driving the bike around the outskirts of the town, trying to find a way to get in. 

“There!” You point to an alley with a fenced area, blocked off from the walkers. “We go over the fence and up to the roof and find the best way to the drugstore.” You devise, praying silently this all goes well. 

“This better work, Y/N.” Daryl drives into a wooded area, shutting off the bike. You both get off, killing a few walkers who have made their way to you. 

“I’ll go first and you follow behind.” You grip the knife in your hand, standing at the edge of some trees, trying to find the best opportunity to run. 

“I wonder which will get you killed faster, your loyalty or your stubbornness?” Daryl stands next to you, crossbow ready. “We go together.” 

You nod and count to three, the usual signal you both use to calm nerves and gain strength together. 

You both run, slashing and killing the walkers on your path. Once you make it to the alley, you immediately climb onto the fence, Daryl at your feet, helping you boost over. Thankfully not many walkers have noticed on the other side. 

You take down the couple walkers lingering by your side as Daryl climbs over, a sudden string of curse words catches your attention as you stab the last walker in the head. 

“What’s wrong?” You rush to Daryl’s side, watching a dark red trail down his arm from a large gash. “Oh my god, come on we have to get up and then I’ll take a look.” 

You have Daryl go first up the ladder to the roof of one of the buildings. Slower than usual from his arm, you feel something grab at your foot as you start climbing.

“Daryl, I’m going to be eaten alive here.” You remark jokingly, kicking the walker in the head. 

“I’m going as fast as I can.” You laugh lightly to yourself, trying to find humor in this situation. 

Once you both reach the roof, you set your pack at your feet, rifling through for the first aid kit. Daryl tosses his crossbow beside him as he slides down on the brick edge. He takes his vest off and his long sleeve shirt, bearing his chest. 

“Don’t worry, I’m just bleeding out here, possibly slowly dying from infection.” Daryl’s sarcastic tone makes you roll your eyes until they widen with panic. 

“Daryl.” You flip your pack upside down, all contents falling out. “Why isn’t the first aid here?” 

“What?” 

“I-it’s not here. I thought it was h-here.” You stand tall, making your way over to him. “I’m sorry, I-I must’ve forgotten to put it back when I p-packed this morning. I don’t know how I forgot it. I’m s-so sorry.” Tears brim your eyes. 

“Grab my shirt and tie it around so it’ll keep pressure.” You do as he instructed you, he winces slightly but calls for help through his walkie. 

“I didn’t see anything sticking out or else I would’ve told you.” You sit down beside him in defeat. 

“It’s not your fault Y/N. I didn’t see it either.” You can see his skin has gone paler from the loss of blood. You take off your jacket and long sleeve, leaving you in a tank top. 

You take the long sleeve and use some of your water to wipe some of the blood from his face. He flinches as you gently remove the grim, his muscles settle from the weakness of his body. 

“Is this okay?”

“More than okay.”

His words shock you at first. Daryl usually isn’t the flirty or intimate kind of person. It’s sort of comforting and exciting to be one of the few people that Daryl has opened up to. 

“You know, I think we make a really good team.” You joke as you finish wiping as much blood and grim from his face and neck as you can. 

“Guess you could say that.” You watch his eyes fall closed lightly. You send out a prayer to whatever magical force to have help get here faster. 

“You can sleep. I’ll keep watch.”

“I don’t want to.” Another sentence that doesn’t surprise you. Daryl has always been the one to lose sleep to take care of everyone else. 

“You need to. Your body is weak right now.” Daryl bites his lip and clenches his fists. “What are you feeling right now?” You kneel in front of him, surveying his anxious stature. 

“I don’t like dreaming.” Daryl’s mumbles, eyes holding firm on his lap. 

“Nightmares?” You ask, familiar with your own demons that keep you up at night. 

“Yes.” He says, quietly. 

“I have some of my own too.” You clear your throat, “and it’s not a weakness, Daryl. Yes, it may stop us in our tracks sometimes and leave us wide awake many times but it’s not a reason to be alone.” 

“Most of my nightmares are about losing you.” His words almost send you on your back, sending shockwaves of surprise and confusion. Daryl lifts his eyes to meet yours, convection in them. “Why do you think I’ve chosen you every time to go on runs with? I feel helpless whenever you’re not near me. I have to protect you and not in the same way I feel the need to protect Judith or Rick or anyone else at the prison. I’d rip the whole world apart by my bare hands if anything ever happens to you.” 

You didn’t think today of all days would be when Daryl himself confesses to you. As if you couldn’t love him more than you already secretly do. 

“Look at you, always caring so much for someone else, even when you’re bleeding out.” You smile widely, leaning in closer. “I love you, Daryl Dixon.” Even in his weak state, he softly wraps his uninjured arm around the back of your neck, resting his hand on the nape, pulling you even closer. 

“Even at my worst?” His lips ghosting millimeters near yours, breathing heavily. 

“Even at your worst.”

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In the Red of Night, part 2

Pairing:  Modern!AU Aemond Targaryen x you

Summary:  Aemond likes coffee.  And sugar.  And other things.

Warnings:  Future smut.  A lot of angst.  A lot, a lot.

“What do you want, Alys?” he asked in their ancient language.

“You know the answer, Aemond.”  Her voice was syrupy, with a tinge of bitterness that came with long-nurtured anger.  “Your pledge of eternal devotion, you know, nothing much.”

Aemond rolled his eyes.  They had had this particular discussion a hundred times over as many years.  He was finished with her, had been almost since the beginning, when he realized she had only made him in order to keep him on his knees before her. 

“Goodbye, Alys.”  He clicked off the call before she could argue, blocked the new number she’d used, but had the feeling that sooner or later, there would be a showdown and only one of them would walk away.

He remembered being nineteen, angry with the world, and finding her, huddled in a corner after a battle where he had murdered most people in the castle.  Her eyes had called to him, and she had seduced him and twisted him into knots to get him to do her will.  He hadn’t realized that she looked so very young for her age.  He hadn’t seen how others looked at her, how they gave her a wide berth when she walked past.  In the frenzy of newfound lust and violence, he had not noticed so many things about her.

When she told him she could fix his eye, he laughed in her face, told her there was no eye left to fix.  That night she’d given him wine mixed with something he couldn’t name, and his lost eye, miraculously, began to form again within its empty socket.  He’d spent hours in agony, fists at his side as she chanted over him, telling him over and over that it was for the best, that he had already endured so much pain and could do so a little bit longer.  By the time the pain finally ebbed, his face was soaked with tears and his skin was covered in a thin film of sweat.

“I will need to cut the lid open,” she told him the next morning, not looking at him, as he walked to her, holding one hand over his face, over where he could feel the eye settling into its final structure.  “Come here.”

She’d cut open the stitched membrane with one quick flip of her wrist, and peered in, wrinkling her nose.  “It is almost formed.  I would not let anyone see it for now.”  She went back to her mixing and brewing of potions and eventually he realized she was done talking to him and walked away like a chastened child.

He’d kept the eye patch on for days, even past the time when he could see with both eyes as clearly as he had the minute before Lucerys Velaryon had cut him and changed his life.

He won every battle after, returned to her bed every time, letting her fuck him numb into blissful oblivion to forget the dead and the carnage, and eventually it was time to face his uncle Daemon, looming in the skies on Caraxes, waiting for him and Vhagar.

Alys had cooked their supper and told him this was the time when both he and Daemon were meant to die.  “But you will not,” she’d said, straddling him, “I have ensured that you shall not die tonight, Aemond.”  She’d loosened his breeches and sank onto him, her hips rocking as she bit down on her lip.

Her mouth had filled with rich, red blood, and when she’d kissed him, he’d swallowed mouthful after mouthful of it until he was gasping for breath and had nearly choked on it.  “My beautiful Aemond,” she said dreamily, teeth outlined in red, “you and I shall rule the realm together.”  He’d leaned back and closed his eyes while she drove him to a furious peak, her strange blood now part of him.

He’d left both determined and terrified, and when Daemon had jumped off of Caraxes to stab him, Aemond had undone his saddle tie and leapt in the air and parried off the blow, sending Daemon falling to his death in the waters below.  Caraxes had roared and Vhagar had wanted to engage, but Aemond had flown back to Alys and pledged himself to her.  “Not yet, Aemond, right now it doesn’t mean anything.”

Aemond had not understood, but he hadn’t resisted when she’d sunk her teeth into his neck that night.  He owed her his life, he’d thought, telling himself he’d return to her, her hot bed and her cold heart.

But the next day he’d left alone on Vhagar, pulled by some loyal instinct towards his family.  He’d gone home to find his sister was dead and his mother was hysterical with grief.  Through the rage and heartbreak, he tried to get through to Aegon, and had realized that it did not matter how many battles he won, how many he killed.  They were as doomed as Old Valyria had been.

So he’d fled before she could catch up with him.  He’d cut off his hair and left the city, had learned to disguise himself beyond a cape and a hood.  Even if anyone thought him a Targaryen, the fact that he had two eyes immediately dispelled any suspicions of him being Aemond.  Ironic, he’d thought, to now find safety in being thought a bastard.

* * * * * 

He heard her laugh, a deep, throaty sound that broke him out of his reverie, and he turned to see her with a customer.  He was about her age and looked like a meathead.  She had to smile and pretend she found every customer entertaining, he told himself, but he didn’t like how meathead kept glancing over at her and made a mental note to keep an eye on him.

He’d been coming to the coffee shop for a few weeks now, and had already given up going to his other usual hangouts.  She was there a couple of hours before opening every single day, he would see the lights turning on from his windows and smile and then force himself to wait until she turned the sign on the door.

There was nothing about her that should have called to him, he mused, his usual disdain for most people letting him glide through cities and countries without ever finding anyone who made him want to stay longer than the usual.  She was perfectly ordinary, nothing remarkable about her looks other than her eyes, which were so expressive he sincerely hoped she didn’t play poker or she’d go bankrupt.

Still, here he was, every day, looking forward to seeing her.

“Since you’re here every morning,” she’d said a few weeks after the shop re-opened, “and you clearly love sweets, would you try a new recipe for me?”  He’d looked up to see her giving him a shamelessly toothy grin, holding a small plate with some kind of dessert on it.  When he tried to peek, she lifted the plate higher.

“Only if I can pay for it.”

She rolled her eyes at him.  “You can’t pay because it’s not on the menu yet.  And I might change a few things.”

“Fine,” he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender.  “I will give you my expert, free opinion.” He watched the plate be placed in front of him, her slim hands moving smoothly as she added the cloth napkin and fork to the side.  There was a generous slice of some kind of apple cake dusted with golden sugar crystals and served with a healthy dollop of whipped cream.  “This smells amazing.  What’s in it?”

“You’ll have to tell me,” she grinned at him again, turning around with a flourish and leaving him to his tasting.

A woman with a little boy came in and she went to greet them.  He watched her take a tiny bit of a display slice to offer to the boy, who began bouncing in place.  Aemond ran his fork through the cream, speared a bite of the cake and placed it in his mouth.

He might be a chocolate lover through and through, but this whatever-it-was, was delicious.  The tartness of the apples was grounded by the spiciness of the batter, the whole thing gilded by the sugar crystals.  The sweet cream she’d added on the side lifted the whole thing.  There was a hint of alcohol as well, barely enough to taste, more to round out the whole flavor profile.  

This was an elegant, well crafted dessert and she could probably charge whatever she wanted for it.  He closed his eyes, letting the various flavors bloom and meld on his tongue. 

Once the little boy and his mother left, she came by his table, one eyebrow raised as she approached.  “What do you think?”

I think you’re captivating.

He took a moment to organize his thoughts, caught her fingertips tapping nervously against her thighs.  “The cognac was unexpected but it works.  The cardamom is elegant, and the cream is the perfect accompaniment.  I think you have captured autumn in dessert form.”

Her eyes grew wide and she pressed her lips together, trying to contain a smile, but failed.  “That’s exactly what I was going for,” she whispered excitedly.  “Any suggestions?”

A thousand lewd ideas crossed his mind, but he shook his head and kept his face composed.  “No, it is perfect as is.  I would not change a thing.”

“Thank you,” she reached over, giving his hand a squeeze before she took his plate and fork away.

Aemond stared at the spot on his hand where she’d touched him.  It was the first time they had had any physical contact and he felt dizzy with want.  He nearly reached out to keep her from walking away, stopping himself before he lunged to grab her.

* * * * * 

“Does he have a younger brother?”

You turned to see Katie, your employee, staring dreamily at Aemond through the little window on the kitchen door.

“I have no idea,” you said, smiling, and she turned, giving you an incredulous look.  “What?”

“Um, he’s totally into you, boss, and I’m not stepping into that situation, but if he has a younger brother that looks like him, I would totally smash that.  Totally.”

You scoffed.  “There is no situation and he is not into me, K.  He is a nice, respectful customer and one of our regulars.”

“Maybe if you didn’t wear those ugly shirts, he’d ask you out.”

Wow.  You looked down at the oversized t-shirt you wore, your apron cinching it in at the waist.  

“Uh, there are our shop shirts, you know?”

Katie made a mean little sound.  “Doesn’t mean you need to wear one that’s three sizes too big.  You’re kind of cute with those round little cheeks.”

What the fuck.

“Hey, help me with that tray.  And I’m not here to be asked out.  I’m here to run my business.”

Katie kept whatever thoughtless comment was about to come out of her mouth to herself as she opened the swing door out to the counter, and began to refill the case.  

* * * * * 

You were gathering your things, along with two of the savory pastries you’d put together that afternoon.  It had been a good day.  In fact, it had been a good week, better than the one before, which had been better than the one before.  Katie had gone home a few minutes before, giddy with delight as you gave her half a batch of the pastries so she didn’t have to cook dinner for herself, or even make breakfast the next day.

Turning out most of the lights, you carried your bag and food container out the back door, where your car was parked.  The alley was quiet at this time of day, the mid-afternoon caffeine seekers long gone and the dinner crowd not out yet.  You closed the trunk and turned around, jumping when you realized there was someone there, not ten feet from you.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”

You pressed a hand to your chest, smiling nervously.  And then you realized it was the customer from this morning, and he had a large bouquet of flowers in his hands.  “It’s okay, I just didn’t realize you were there.”  He took a step forward, almost blocking you from getting into the driver’s seat of your car.  

“I wanted to ask you if you’d have dinner with me.”

“Oh.”

“Here.  These are for you.”

You nearly took a step back.  “That’s really sweet, but I can’t accept them.”

He looked at you, as if not understanding your words.  “I bought them for you.  I like you,” he insisted.

“I’m sorry, I can’t.  I have to go.”

“Oh come on,” he said, sighing.  “I’m just asking you to dinner, I’m a nice guy.”

“Hey, bossy boss, what’s going on?”

You turned at the sound of Katie’s voice.

“I forgot my subway pass,” she said, walking over to stand next to you.  You had never been so glad to see her before, and you grabbed her arm.  “Give me a ride home, will you?” she asked.

“Excuse me,” you said, not looking at the guy or the flowers or anything, just wanting to get away from him.

He watched impassively as you and Katie got in your car, still holding the flowers in his hands.

* * * * * 

Aemond scrolled through various screens, rubbed his eyes at the endless columns of numbers and acronyms.  He glanced at the bottom right of the laptop screen, and saw that it was half past 4 in the morning.

He had been so engrossed with his work that he hadn’t checked on the coffee shop, and when he looked out his windows, expecting to see the lights on, he noticed that everything was dark and quiet.  He heard a distant siren, slowly getting louder, and when he looked down the street saw an ambulance and a couple of police cars coming down the street.

Fear began to crawl down his spine, icy tendrils of it extending fingers out throughout his body, and he ran out of the loft, slammed his hand on the elevator button three times before he decided to make his way down the stairs.  

“Mr. Targaryen?  Sir?”

He heard the night doorman call after him as he ran across the street as the paramedics and cops began filtering through the front door of the coffee shop.

No no no no no no no.

"Sir, you need to stay outside.  Sir!”

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Hi! I'm very curious about what is the basis of the Kafsant ship? Just cause cute?

Hello! I actually have a full script for this one question!

I'll separate them into different bits depending on how interested you are in learning more

They both came from a pretty fucked up past Kafka needing to fight tooth and nail to survive on the Columbian streets Snowsant with POVERTY and RACISM They both also have a fondness for braids Kafka is all street smarts and 0 books smarts While Snowsant is all books smarts (a literaly prodigy engineer) and 0 street smarts (extremely obvious in her operator records) Snowsant is anxious and worries a lot about the future (not anymore since So Long Adele, she has more self confidence now, we love to see it) Kafka is more of a living in the moment kinda girl And most importantly, the part that slam jams this ship together in the first place Snowsant is a place of comfort and reliability that the operators can rely on She's extremely genuine and pure of heart Kafka desperately needs a place of comfort and reliability in her life, and is magnitized to people who she sees as genuine, cause she just, wants someone that she can trust

And from here we'll be going into the DETAILS (1257 words ahead, might get sexual towards the end)

Kafka has absolutely no idea what love is like, in fact she's completely avoiding it most of the time due to her past but due to the nurture and nature dillema of Kafka

She actually greatly yearns for any sort of connection, as shown in her operator records featuring Silence Her Module featuring Silence Her Operator files featuring Rhodes Island treating them extremely well, as shown in Pinecone's Operator Records and Kafka's Files where she takes cares of the children and actively makes gifts for the Mansfield crew Snowsant on the other hand we don't really have any idea how she's like in terms of the concept of love, but if the liberi trend is anything to go by she'll be pretty intimate with it, making Kafka the one outlier whom's actively avoiding it

And I have a concept on how they've met actually

In case you didn't know, Kafka's basically Arknight's version of Robin Hood, she runs around stealing and stabbing people on the streets of Columbia but she still has a heart of gold and really only shanks those that deserves it, if they don't she'll just steal it, and she also looks out for her fellow hobos despite everything

IN Kafka's operator records, towards the end it was shown that Silence has met Kafka before actually

Back when Kafka stole Silence's breakfast and passes it along to a homeless child before running off, she also paid Silence of course, leaving her with a single coin (we'll come back to the coin part in a bit for brain rot) Now how does this tie to Snowsant you may wonder Snowsant's a Lungmen character isn't she? She's from Lungmen, how would she have met a Columbian WELL MY DEAR READER SNOWSANT'S BEEN TO COLUMBIA BEFORE!

Using her painfully saved up money and her winnings at Lungmen's Invention Competition, she moved to Columbia to further her studies to be the most EPIC ENGINEER EVER

But life for our little Snowsant isn't that good in Columbia

Being a Lungman Citizen she got hit with a good dose of RACISM, her social standing doesn't help either, causing her to not be treated that kindly throughout her stay there

If you've read So Long Adele, you should know that Snowsant cried herself to sleep over the prices of writing letters there

She was not well off in Columbia at all Now she actually made something FUCKING AMAZING, ABSOLUTELY REVOLUTIONARY, but due to her ZERO STREET SMARTS, she didn't copyright it, it got stolen, and the thieves made BANK with HER CREATION, ASSHOLES

Least to say poor Snowsant was fucking dying at this point

Now that's when our favorite corvid comes along, KAFKA, OUR ROBIN HOOD, she descends from the heavens to provide food and stuff whenever she can to Snowsant cause Snowsant's her fellow hobo at this point basically And of course eventually Snowsant goes back to Lungmen and stuff yadda yadda BUT EVENTUALLY, Snowsant and Kafka met back up on Rhodes again

Snowsant's of course very thankful and stuff, and from there on they sorta just hang out more cause Kafka's like, omg a fellow street kid YOOOOOO

So Kafka pays more attention in terms of taking care of Snowsant, which causes Snowsant to think Kafka might have feelings for her, after a bit eventually Snowsant drags her on a date and something something, oh hey maybe Kafka likes her too and she'll have to be forced to confront to the idea of it causing her to explode into a mess of feathers

As a result who knows Snowsant might think she did something wrong due to how she is as a a character and now its a MESS OH NO, eventually Kafka will have to get through to her feelings and confront it and YIPPEE YURI Apart from that I just think they'd be really cute with each other, they bounce off each other's flaws really well, like, Kafka's infinite confidence and gusto countering Snowsant's sheer lack of it

And Snowsant just being a general safe zone for Kafka to let her guard down around, because Snowsant's never really hiding anything, she's always genuine

Which is something Kafka really likes. ALSO THEY HAVE THE SAME LIBERI TRAIT OF SIDE HAIR FEATHERS And that's pretty much the basics

So now that we've gone over express details on how Snowsant and Kafka are like as characters I'ma explain a bit more about them Snowsant is a pure of heart girl, your average goodie two shoes, she's a prodigy genius, she has an insane amount of mental endurance, being able to go through failure after failure but despite it all still being able to keep her head up high and continue moving forward

She cares for her family greatly, family is extremely important to her in fact, hell a good amount of her paycheck gets sent back to her family even

But all of that comes with a price, she's still slightly anxious about things, doesn't really take care of herself, and has a nasty habit of, zoning in too much (this will be discussed further later)

Kafka on the other hand, on the surface may seem like an annoying piece of shit, but once you get to know her she actually has a heart of gold, becoming Rhodes Island's invisible guardian angle in a sense, looking out for her fellow operators whenever wherever

She also has a fondness for kids as she visits them often and even makes gifts for them

Speaking of gift making, Kafka is an avid tinkerer and arts and crafts nerd

And of course can't forget, harboring of PLANT AUTISM

But yeah, she cares for people greatly, especially ones that's close to her

Be it anyone from the Mansfield Crew Silence Ifrit (implied) You the Doctor She's the peak of Liberi, with how Liberi characters are usually very caring about their relationships, be it their S/O or their friends and family, they care greatly for them Fitting for Kafka because she's a Jackdaw! Jackdaws immensely loyal to their partners and will pretty much never leave one once they find one all that aside, I just think these 2 would be really sweet and they'd just be happy to have someone that they can lean on especially Kafka

(This is where the sexual parts are: )

There's also the side to Snowsant where she actually surprisingly dominant

Which unironically fits how White Eared Pheasants are like

I've always made Snowsant the more assertive one, and more recent Snowsant content supports that fact

There's some parts to Snowsant, small parts, but pieced together it shows a bigger picture and I'd say Snowsant does have a dominant side to her but she keeps it in check It'll only really come out when she's in the mood and zone for it, specifically when she starts zoning stuff out again Like damn yeah she'd definitely tie Kafka up and whisper sensually into her ears while teasing her

The whole zoning out thing I've explored a bit more when writing a specific short fic but it was shown officially in her operator records where Snowsant completely zoned out everything around her when she got caught thinking about how to pay for her book publishing fee, completely zoning out the fact that Closure was telling her that Doc and Closure already paid for it

Which fits into white eared pheasants being usually pretty reserved when it comes to the act of sex until a switch flips on and they go into a breeding frenzy

Also Snowsant's fucking RICH NOW BABY YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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