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lutawolf · 7 months

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My Personal Weatherman and the D/s element Ep 8

It's the last episode. I'm excited and sad. For those that haven't read my other episode break-downs, they can be found here.

The side eye that Yoh gives Segasaki is wonderful. So full of WTF.

First, let me explain that sub scared is not the same as scared scared. For some, that uncertainty and fear isn't something they want to escape from. Never once do you see Yoh truly fight. Let's be honest, homeboy is being sweet, pretending that a shirt could really keep him tied up.

Segasaki is laying down the guidelines. Ahh, and then he realizes that he doesn't want a slave. He's back tracking. This is good evolution for an organic D/s relationship. See how loose that shirt is when Yoh grabs Segasaki. That thing is threatening to come undone on its own.

Ohhh not only is Yoh agreeing to the guidelines, but they are communicating. Nice. Same Segasaki, same. That's exactly how I would describe myself. Aww, the shy cute baby making a move on his Dom. But damn does his Dom like it.

See! See! What did I say about subs? They like that feeling that is like, right before a roller rolls down. Damn, this is hot. Segasaki knows Yoh likes it. Yoh is being a little brat, giving that typical push back because he likes the no, but he's being careful to not push too much because he doesn't want Segasaki to actually stop.

See doesn't really want him to stop.

Yoh trying to explain or understand, but Dom's protective instincts have been activated. His sub baby is sick.

OMG! Mickey and Minnie are the best! "Try to use more thought in forming your words." DEAD!

Segasaki's smile! He is so happy to finally understand what Yoh needs from him. Bless it, though, his man is dense. 🤣🤣🤣 Welcome to my life Segasaki, welcome to my life. My man is so fucking smart but so fucking dense. But they are ours, right.

He is cooking curry and it looks awful! 🤣🤣🤣

Segasaki is setting up more guidelines! Even talking reward! This is so cute!

Oh!!! Okay, so this may be confusing to some. Segaski asking Yoh to wait for him at the door and greet him when he get home, but this is actually a big thing to many Doms. Let me explain. So, the Dom of the house returning home, it's a significant part of everyday life. When the Dom returns home and closes the door, the D/s couple, who are often not public, can truly be themselves. It’s an important moment to help activate the subservient role, reconnect with each other, and reinforce the dynamic. It's an intimate bond building moment for both parties.

You are seeing it in action. Both parties are getting their needs met and creating a stronger bond. A relationship if not nurtured becomes mundane but with this small thing, you remind each other of how important you are to one another. It's saying, I will put in the effort because I care, value, and respect you. Imagine receiving that message from your loved one every day.

Then the curry. Ahhh, Segasaki is so happy. These two worked a lot of things out. I loved watching it. And now we've come to the end. I'm gonna go re-watch because I love it! I hope you guys enjoyed this. Thank you for taking the time to read it. Hit me up if you have any questions. 💜💜💜

#my personal weatherman #taikan yoho #yoh x segasaki #segasaki x yoh #luta talks my personal weatherman #luta talks kink #coconuts mafia

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famwhy · 1 year

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If you'll allow me to make Dazai suffer, I'd like to share some brain rot I had after reading Realization.

Say Mori does reassign you to Chuuya, with the promise that he'll send you back to Osamu if things don't work out (he only really said that to stop Osamu from throwing a fit.) Chuuya's training is intense but he's very respectful otherwise and your performance rapidly improves. The first time Chuuya genuinely praises you for landing a kick on him during martial arts training you know you're never going back to Osamu. Osamu doesn't realize it until a month later though, when you manage to yank an enemy organization's helicopter out of the sky with your chains. As soon as word gets out of you accomplishment, it becomes crystal clear that Osamu was holding you back so it's impossible for him to get other PM members to side with him on this issue.

Eventually he leaves the mafia, joins the ADA, etc. Years later, while chained up in the mafia's base, he's visited by Chuuya, who's all too eager to knock him around. When Osamu asks if you'll be paying him a visit as well, Chuuya bursts out laughing before telling him no, you're currently on leave, so you will not be seeing your ex.

"On leave?!" Osamu says.

"Of course! She's expecting our first! Mafia work and pregnancy don't mix well, after all."

This is a really short one, sorry.

Warning: quite a lot of gore.

Dazai's teeth grinded against one another, fury seeping through him at the thought of you and Chuuya (Chuuya of all people!) having a kid together.

Did what you had with him mean nothing to you?

Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!

Red, hot anger flowed through his veins, causing them to bulge out and pulse violently.

He just wanted to break the chains keeping him held up and sock the stupid, little midget in the face for taking what was his. He wanted to rip his lips off for ever tainting your beautiful body with them. He wanted to claw his fucking eyes out for ever even looking at you.

However, it wasn't just Chuuya that Dazai wished to inflict pain on - no. There was also you. He couldn't overlook your involvement in this any longer; couldn't ignore the fact that you chose Chuuya over him. You needed to be punished too.

He wouldn't hurt you, of course. He would never.

Or well, not physically at least. Mentally? He didn't mind.

Maybe he could tie you up and force you to watch as he ripped up your lover limb from limb before your very eyes.

Oh, he could imagine the tears that would stream down your face as you screamed and begged him to leave the other male alone.

The thought filled him with ecstasy.

But... he reminded himself to not lose his composure.

If there was one thing Osamu Dazai was capable of, it was patience.

He could wait.

He would wait; for as long as it took for him to be able to find the perfect opportunity to leap into action and finally have you in his arms once more.

Like he was about to lose to Chuuya.

All in due time, sweetheart, all in due time.

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere male #female reader #x reader #yandere male x female reader #bungou stray dogs #yandere dazai x reader #yandere dazai #dazai x reader #bsd dazai #.realisation

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somebluemelodies · 7 months

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It's on his way out he sees it. Sees them.

He looks around, but everyone is preoccupied still.

(Maybe it's for the best.)

Cellbit quickens his pace, climbing up the short hill towards the little white blur that'd disappeared behind the tree. He steels himself to fight something, hand resting against the hilt of the red dagger sheathed to his side as he rounds the corner and--

--comes face-to-face with a hatchling in a blue dress.

The investigator runs down his mental checklist. They're not any of the four kids he just saw, and they sure as hell aren't any of the ones that've been missing for weeks now. He's never seen this one before.

They're staring up at him, but he can barely tell with the way their white bangs nearly cover their eyes.

(His heart pangs at the familiar similarity. There's a flicker of anger.)

"Hello..?" The hatching waves to Cellbit as he crouches down in front of them after a moment. "Who are you?"

He only gets stared at in return, the kid's head tilting just slightly. They're not alive, he can tell that much; they have that same aura about them as the four running around somewhere behind him.

Just as he's about to ask another question, the hatchling lifts their hands. They start to mime actions. Writing in a book, flipping the pages.

Cellbit's brows furrow. What could that possibly--

Please know I was here. I was alive... This book gives me a chance to be remembered. Please don't forget me.

(Oh.

Oh.)

He sees the leather journal in his head. He sees the abandoned building, the abandoned cage, lost to dirt and dust and cobwebs. He knows.

He hasn't forgotten.

"It's you..."

The hatchling offers him a bittersweet smile, and part of him wants to break right then and there.

(Part of him does break.)

"You haven't been forgotten." His voice wavers against his own will. "You won't ever be, not if I can help it. I promise."

They only nod. I know.

Cellbit can only stare back at them as his vision begins to blur. Not a haze. Tears. Despite all the seething anger he's felt the last several days, he isn't even sure what's stronger right now: that or the pure despair.

(The pain.)

"I'm so sorry..."

Because this hatchling in front of him is one who should've had a chance. Who wanted one thing more than anything. A family. Love.

Who never got that chance. Who never got what they wanted.

But it wasn't their fault, like they thought. It would never be. There was only one thing, one group, to blame.

Emotional, they watch him for another few seconds. And then there's little arms wrapping around his torso, a tiny, trembling body against him. He holds on tight.

(The anger is coming back. Yet another reminder of what the Federation took from this island.)

"They're gonna pay. They're gonna fucking pay for letting this happen to you. They're all as good as fucking dead."

He pulls them up into his arms, letting theirs go around his neck. Hold on to the good moments.

He holds them tighter, still.

(They need this. They deserve this, after waiting God only knows how long.)

(Even if it's just once. He needs them to know.)

He'll make sure to remind the damn workers of them, whether they knew the hatchling or not. They're all a part of that hellscape organization, after all.

And he'll make sure they're the last thing those fuckers think about, too. Before they rot in hell.

"I'll avenge you. No matter what."

If I'm not going to have luck, I'm going to make their luck run out.

#is this coherent? idk #i just kinda word vomitted my apologies #but i really wanted to write something :'D #wouldn't it be silly if memories egg was alive after all #or they could even be brought back if they aren't alive (copium)#HE WOULD BE SUCH A GOOD DAD FOR THEM MAN #crying sobbing wailing in shambles #qsmp cellbit #qsmp memories egg #qsmp #blue writes qsmp

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space-apples · 1 year

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/47493238

if you want to read it here and not on ao3, it’s under the cut !!!

The sun was just rising from the horizon, but Mumbo was awake. It wasn’t the first time– it wouldn’t be the last either– yet he could feel his eyes ever drooping. Despite that, he remained awake, not particularly doing anything but observing, noticing, discerning. Scar was asleep, of course, next to him, and it was times like these that Mumbo was reminded just how beautiful Scar was. His long brown hair, slightly tangled but still woven around his head so delicately that Mumbo could trail his fingers through his husband’s– husband, husband, husband, oh gods his husband’s– hair. The sun’s light was not quite reaching his face, but Scar had still radiated warmth. Even the things that weren’t typically seen as “perfect,” or what wasn’t societally deemed charming, Mumbo paid attention to each detail as if it was the last thing he’d ever pay attention to. Mumbo could only hope that he gave as much warmth to Scar as he did him.

What if Mumbo didn’t? What if he wasn’t enough?

A short yawn and a couple blinks broke Mumbo from his trance, and Scar slightly jolted, giggling softly to himself.

“Well, hello there,” he said groggily. “It’s so early, why’re you awake already?”

Mumbo’s soft smile grew ever more sheepish as he tried to think of a legitimate reason other than ‘I thought my husband was pretty.’ or, ‘I thought you were pretty.’

“Oh, uh– I dunno– Uh– I was– I was looking at– Looking for uhm–”

Scar was waiting patiently, although his eyes were still half lidded, and his blinks were getting longer each time he started to close his eyes.

“Oh geez. I’ve bored you already.” Mumbo brang a hand up to his forehead, probably attempting to hide his face, but Scar grabbed it before he fell down a self-hatred spiral.

“No, my love, you’re not boring me,” he started. “It’s just that it’s five– six o’clock in the morning, and I was too busy staring at you last night to actually go to sleep.”

Mumbo could only get out one word of surprise.

“Oh.”

But his thoughts clouded and interrupted each other in a fit of… excitement? Being Flustered? Either way, all he could think of was oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, he was looking at me, he was looking at me, he was looking at me, I want to hold him and never let him go. Mumbo cleared his throat.

“O-Oh,” he repeated, simply. His ears had turned bright pink.

“Oh,” Scar also said, another giggle escaping his lips. Scar kissed his forehead, and Mumbo’s ears turned even redder as he went back to sleep.

Mumbo flipped out his communicator, quite almost immediately, in a frightful mess.

< Mumbo Jumbo > Whispers to Grian… Oh my gosh, dude. What do I even do, oh my gosh.

< Grian > Whispers to you... well. you could always use tnt?

< Grian > Whispers to you... give them a little scare. touch their redstone. start wars.

He rolled his eyes, chuckling softly to himself. Mumbo supposed he should have given context, because of course Grian would suggest something like that if he didn’t know what was going on. To be honest, Grian probably would suggest something like that even if he did know what was going on.

< Mumbo Jumbo > Whispers to Grian… Sorry. I’m talking about Scar.

< Mumbo Jumbo > Whispers to Grian… He’s just so sweet, Grian.

< Grian > Whispers to you... oh

< Grian > Whispers to you... im guessing youre not going to use the tnt then?

< Mumbo Jumbo > Whispers to Grian…Definitely not.

< Grian > Whispers to you... boring

Mumbo rolled his eyes, and thinking that was the end of it, he closed his communicator. Until it buzzed again.

Grian blew up.

< Grian > Whispers to you... see? im not boring like you gay people

He cackled before putting it away– really, this time– and traveled quickly to see if Grian needed any help getting his stuff back.

The day had started out well enough, but that high of being near his husband and having fun with Grian was slowly fading. Mumbo needed to finish this stupid project. It was so close to being finished, all he had to do was set all of the redstone to be in its place, but Mumbo’s head started hurting after a few hours. He couldn’t really understand why. Sure, he was sleep deprived, but it shouldn’t have been as terrible as he felt at this current moment. He felt a buzz from his communicator, and while he really did want to check it, he decided against it in an attempt to stop the repeated pulsing that was going on in his head. He needed to focus on trying to get this redstone pulse to start going, anyways.

The comm buzzed again, and he forced himself to place it where he couldn’t see it; he couldn’t finish this project if his migraine got worse, and he didn’t want to think about how bad it would get if he stared at his electronic device for too long.

It faintly buzzed for a third time while Mumbo put it in his bag, and he bit his lip, wondering if it was important. He faintly wondered if he didn’t answer now, would he get in trouble? Would people be mad at him?

What if whoever was messaging him was in trouble, and all he was doing was setting up pointless redstone contraptions. What if whoever was messaging him was dying, was asking him for help, and he wasn’t looking because if Mumbo so much as blinked too hard, his head would scream at him.

This was stupid. He was stupid. He should just check the goddamn thing.

And– No. It would be fine, Mumbo thought. It wouldn’t be that big of a deal. People don’t answer messages all the time, and so far nothing tragic has happened. Mumbo compelled himself to keep going, to avoid checking whatever messages he had gotten, and to just take a deep breath. It would be fine. He would be fine.

Still, still, that nagging voice that had stuck into his brain kept asking him the same thing; what if he wasn’t good enough?

Mumbo, per usual, wasn’t sure if he knew what was going on. His migraine had alleviated over the next few hours, albeit slightly, but coming back home had made it spike right back up again. Scar was sitting at the table, spinning the small spoon in his tea. Scar looked at the cup so intently, it was like he was trying to memorize each individual tea leaf. Normally, Mumbo would come home before Scar. Normally, Mumbo would notice the slight tremble in his partner’s hands, the slight quiver in his voice as he said his greetings, the nervous and terrified look his eyes seemed to possess.

Normally, when Scar would ask Mumbo about his day, he’d go on about all the different changes in the flowers scattered across his and Grian’s base, about the changes he made in his vault, the work he’d done, the redstone that gave Scar a headache when Mumbo would try to explain. But now–

“It was good,” was the short and simple reply to Scar’s question. Scar seemed to deflate in response to his words, and normally– normally– Mumbo would notice. But his head felt like it was splitting into pieces, and he couldn’t act the way he ordinarily would. On any other day, he would have wanted to ask what was wrong, what he could do, but right now? All Mumbo wanted to do was sleep.

“Have– Have I done something wrong?” It was so quiet Mumbo almost missed it. Almost.

“What?” Mumbo finally, finally truly opened his eyes to see Scar nervously fidgeting with the different sets of earrings. “Not– Not at all, dear. Have I done something to make you feel like you’ve done something wrong?”

Scar shrunk a bit more into himself. Ah. So that’s a yes. Guilt poured through his chest, and despite not knowing what he did, Scar was upset. He was the one who made Scar upset. He wanted to cry, he wanted to berate himself and never show his face ever again. Mumbo’s head was screaming, shouting at him– not enough, not enough, not enough, not enough– before he shut that down. This was about Scar. He could resolve his own guilt later.

“What’s going on, love?” Mumbo’s voice was soft– partly because saying things too loudly made his headache worse, mostly because he didn’t want Scar to feel more upset than he already was.

Scar bit his lip, as if he was hesitant to share. At that, Mumbo continued, trying to ignore the blaring spikes in his head.

“I want to help soothe whatever is making you feel–” Like you’re not enough. “–whatever it is you’re feeling right now. But– But I can’t stop doing something that makes you feel bad if– if you don’t tell me. I’m a genius, but erm– I haven’t figured out how to read minds yet. Unfortunately, erm– Unfortunately Minecraft Redstone For Dummies doesn’t exactly cover it.”

Scar gave a half smile, and that should have been enough to make Mumbo’s headache go away, if that was at all how headaches worked. But– he frowned again, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“I don’t want to make a big deal–”

“Sorry to interrupt, my love, you know I really enjoy hearing what you have to say– But this is a big deal,” he said, and rushed to his next words upon seeing Scar’s expression. “And that’s alright! Things are– Things are allowed to be a big deal.”

A few seconds passed, then a minute. And though Mumbo’s migraine was getting ever so worse, he stayed, patiently waiting for Scar to share however little or however much he wanted to.

“We– Gods, this is going to sound so stupid, but I got really– I got really nervous when I woke up by myself this morning, because I– I didn’t know where you went.” Scar wasn’t looking at Mumbo in the eye, yet Mumbo hoped Scar knew that he wasn’t angry at him as he was talking.

“I’m not– I don’t really know why it bothered me so much, but then I messaged you after I had a scary time in the nether, but I didn’t get a response, and then– I guess– I guess I’m just used to hearing a lot about your day. I love hearing about your day, because you just– you have this contagious excitement whenever you’re talking about random redstone mumbo jumbo that I have absolutely zero clue on what you’re talking about. Redstone mumbo jumbo–” he repeated the words. “–it makes you so happy, and you, Mumbo Jumbo. You make me happy. But today– it might be an off day, or something, because I just– I was worried that I wasn’t making you feel happy anymore.”

Near the end, Scar became more quiet, slumping even more, and looked down at his hands self consciously. In return, Mumbo gently cupped Scar’s face with his own hand, tracing his cheek lightly tracing one of Scar’s horns with the other.

“Scar, I don’t think you understand how happy I am when I’m with you, Just– just thinking about you makes my chest beat a little bit faster.” Mumbo gently grabbed his husband’s hand, putting it lightly against his own chest. “Honestly, I don’t even know if you can feel it. I don’t know how that works, but I– I hope you get the sentiment.”

Scar’s face crinkled in small amusement, and Mumbo continued.

“I– I’ve had a horrid migraine this whole day,” he admitted. “I’m sorry I didn’t communicate that.”

Scar’s eyes widened, and he broke Mumbo’s hold by placing his head in his hands.

“O-Oh gods, that– Makes a whole lot more sense.”

“No need to be upset with yourself, love–”

“I’m not– I mean, I slightly am, but only because I didn’t notice.”

“Scar, it’s not a physical thing, I don’t expect you to notice a physical thing,” Mumbo said lightly.

“It’s not a physical thing, but you do physical things when you’re in pain,” Scar murmured. “You furrow your eyebrows sometimes. You– you do this thing where you pinch your nose with your fingers. Your voice gets really strained when you try and talk, and–”

Mumbo’s ears were turning pink in embarrassment.

“I– I didn’t realize how you– how much I– Am I that predictable?”

“Mumbo, I don't think you understand how much I love you.” Scar softly smiled, lightly bonking his forehead against Mumbo’s. Ow. “You’re not predictable– Well, maybe you are a little bit– but that’s only because we’ve been together for so long.”

Mumbo’s ears turned a darker shade of red.

“O-Oh,” he fumbled over his words. “G-Gosh darn it, Scar, I was trying to help you, and now you’ve– Oh gosh–”

Scar stifled giggles before responding.

“You have helped me. You’ve helped me more than you know.”

“...Really?” Just like Scar previously, Mumbo was hesitant to believe it. He didn’t think he was particularly helpful. He didn’t think he was particularly good enough. Scar pulled away from the hold to kiss him lightly on the forehead, as if that would cure his blazing headache.

“I mean– all of my silly little insecurities won’t go away in an instant, but I– you being around me at all just makes me feel a bit better. You don’t even have to do anything, if I know you aren’t tired of me or something.”

“I could never be tired of you,” Mumbo hastily said, and Scar softly smiled.

“And I could never be tired of you, sunshine. You– You make me happy, is what I’m trying to say. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who’s made me as happy as you have.”

Oh. Oh. That. Oh.

Mumbo didn’t know how to respond, and apparently Scar knew that, because he stood up, walking with his cane over to the kitchen. He came back after a few seconds, holding a couple of Advil pills and a glass of water.

Mumbo was amazed, to say the least.

“Can you– Can you mindread?”

Scar giggled.

“No, sunshine. I’ve been married to you for two years,” he said fondly. “Now go to sleep.”

Mumbo wanted to stay up later, but the pain in his head made it pretty difficult to argue, plus, Scar was warm, and he didn’t want to leave that alone.

Sometimes Scar’s heart was so warm it burned himself, and Mumbo knew this.

He was really hoping Scar wasn’t deflecting his own issues to comfort Mumbo’s, but once he remembered the words his husband had spoken he couldn’t stop thinking about them.

“You have helped me. You’ve helped me more than you know.”

And maybe– just maybe– Mumbo’s worries about not being good enough lessened.

And as Mumbo snuggled in closer towards Scar, maybe his worries about being unloved had lessened, too.

Like Scar had said earlier, it wouldn’t be rid of right off the bat, but maybe– maybe they didn’t have to get rid of their “What if”’s– at least, not completely.

Because, as much as Scar wonders, “What if he doesn’t love me?” he should counter with, “But what if he does?”

Maybe that would be good enough for now.

Either way, Mumbo would be good enough– not just for now, and he wasn’t just good enough– he was more than that. He was Mumbo; and that made him ethereal.

#spaceapples writes #my writing !!#hermitshipping #hermitcraft #redscape #scarbo #scumbo #(youre welcome stiff)#gtws #mumbo jumbo

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ephemeral--dreams · 2 years

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Dazai and Nikolai + Touch starved reader with an ability that causes pain to anyone they touch (overly detailed hcs edition)

𝔻𝕒𝕫𝕒𝕚

Your ability seeps into every interaction you have with others in the agency. From the way you're careful to stay a few seats away from everyone in meetings, the way you're afraid of getting treated by Yosano not because of her hurting you, but because you're afraid you'll hurt her during treatment, the way you stare longingly whenever anyone gets a hug or pat on the back and think no one notices. (Dazai notices.)

It's sudden. He takes your hand to pull you along when you're sent out on a mission together. You flinch, shaken. It's been so… so long since anyone has intentionally initiated contact with you without pulling away a second later. It's barely anything, yet it feels like so much. Dazai seems entirely oblivious to your whirling thoughts.

…He's not oblivious, of course. He's paying very close attention to your reactions.

After that, he doesn't touch you again for a while. He's curious. How long until you come begging him to do it again? For Dazai it's a fun little waiting game, something to pass the time between missions, but for you - it's hell.

You couldn't help but wonder what you'd done to make him be so cruel as to give you a taste of relief only to take it away. Maybe he hadn't even realized how much that moment affected you. It was stupid, to be so hung up on it. You had been deprived of physical contact for years and managed just fine… But somehow, now that you'd finally been touched by someone who didn't end up hurting because of it, that hunger for it was all the worse.

It's weeks later when you work your courage up enough to bother him about it. He finds you standing at the door of his dorm on a shared day off, secretly pleased that you've finally shown up.

"You want me to touch you? Oh, I didn't expect such forwardness..." "Not- you know what I meant," You move to leave. "This was a bad idea-" His hand closes around your wrist before you can get very far, pulling you to sit down next to him. "I didn't say no, did I?" And then he's smiling, cupping your face gently. Your frustration melts away as quickly as it came.

You can't help it, nuzzling into his touch like you're starved for it. He's half tempted to tease you more for being so desperate, but that just might scare you off… and you're far too cute like this for him to want that. So he continues to indulge you, stroking your cheeks and watching as your eyes close.

He's surprisingly soft. You seem so vulnerable, sitting there and letting him dote on you, shivering at each touch. He doesn't want this to be a one time experience, so Dazai has to be careful with you.

(Everyone else is going to have to get used to seeing him bother you at your desk and drag you into his work hour naps.)

ℕ𝕚𝕜𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕚

He observes the way you shy away when Sigma reaches out to you, a soft "That's a bad idea, don't you think?" reminding him of your ability. It must be an awful way to live, he thinks. Never being able to touch anyone.

You're so reticent. Nikolai finds that he almost never sees you outside of DoA meetings, as if you isolate yourself out of fear. The absolute irony of being in a criminal organization yet not wanting to hurt anyone around you - it's fascinating. How can he not be interested in you?

Of course, Nikolai can't leave things be. Just who would he be if he did? The idea of testing the boundaries of your ability… It's exciting. You would never agree, but who said he was asking? If his hypothesis is right, you'll thank him later, won't you? Oh, and if not - whatever pain he may feel is merely another reminder that he's alive~

You really wish he'd stop getting so close. Instincts built up to avoid contact aside, it's getting rather hard to stay out of his reach today. What's gotten into him? It's almost as if he's playing a game, seeing how quickly you can step away from him-

Until he's done playing, expression sharpening the only warning given before he uses his ability to send you tumbling right into his arms.

You panic, trying to free yourself from his grip or expecting him to let go first but you look up and - and he doesn't seem to be in any pain. Amusement dances in his eye. "See? It doesn't hurt when someone else initiates it first~"

It's a shocking revelation, but you're a bit distracted. You genuinely cannot remember the last time anyone held you like this, and it's doing things to your ability to think. Is this what everyone else gets to feel? Is this what you've been starved of for years on end?

"Poor thing," he coos, as you melt into his embrace. Nikolai thinks back on the times he's watched you using your ability, interrogating people with little emotion in your demeanor. It's such a stark difference to how you look now, weakened by something as small as a hug… He could tell others about his little discovery, but why would he, when he can keep this side of you to himself?

It becomes habit, for him to touch you spontaneously. It's... Strange, at first, after so many years of nothing. He sneaks up from behind you to cling to you, grips you with no warning and pulls you through the overcoat when he wants attention, pokes and prods at you just to startle you. It should be annoying. Yet you can never quite bring yourself to berate him, because god forbid he stops.

He never asks you to date him. Things simply devolve, once he realizes you're receptive to him. The casual contact turns into cuddling, then to kisses that you hesitantly return - and by that point you're basically his, aren't you?

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#bsd #bungo stray dogs #nikolai gogol x reader #dazai osamu x reader #headcanon hours

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a-strange-inkling · 11 months

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After having their babies, how do Chrissy and Eddie handle the manditory rule of not having sex for 6 wks after giving birth? Based on the NYE fic, I'm gonna guess it's pretty miserable time. 😂

Not well lol after Livvy’s birth, it’s really miserable for Chrissy especially. She experiences that wild hormonal phenomenon of wanting to have another baby immediately after giving birth so she’s pretty keen on sexy times even though she’s still recovering.

Eddie’s on the other end of the spectrum, chivalrous and very traumatized having watched her go through all that kind of pain for so long. So they are 100% listening to the doctor and waiting despite Chrissy’s efforts to seduce him lol

I shouldn’t be snippeting, I’m on hiatus, but I’ve been thinking about this all day…

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Oh, God help her.

Chrissy stares with her mouth agape, actually drooling as Eddie gently rocks Livvy to sleep in his arms above her, humming and shushing their infant daughter so tenderly she can feel her healing reproductive organs ignite in a blazing fire, her brain screaming internally at the sight.

Gripping the comforter, she writhes in place against the mattress, trying to contain herself. She doesn’t think she’s ever wanted him more as he stands there in just a pair of sweatpants, his lean, corded muscles all curled forward, holding their precious baby safely to his bare chest, swaying her so lovingly.

Something primal and very feral takes over her, making her skin sweat and blood race.

She needs to have him right now!

He must sense her staring because he glances over his shoulder at her warily, his dark eyes all round and innocent, like a baby animal’s. “…You okay?” He whispers in meek confusion.

She has to swallow to answer, or to at least make some sort of noise between her lips “Mmhmmm.”

He frowns, his eyelids lowering as he gives her a scolding, disappointed stare. She bites the corner of her lip. She likes when he’s stern.

“You’re supposed to be resting,” he reminds her pointedly, moving carefully toward the bassinet.

“I’m not tired,” she breathes, eyes never leaving him, not for a second.

He tosses her another look, unable to hide his amusement. “…Is this doing something for you? Really?”

She nods with a small whimper as she sits up from her pillow, hugging her knees to her chest for some kind of support. She feels like she is burning internally. “It’s doing everything for me.”

He shakes his head, his loose waves swaying over his bare shoulders as he mutters something under his breath like “unbelievable.”

“She’s asleep?” Chrissy asks him eagerly, eyes sparkling as he gently bends to lay her down.

“Yeah and you should be too,” he hisses sharply, but she can see even in the muted twilight that his neck’s turning bright red.

She drops her chin to her knees, smiling slowly.

“Baby, please don’t look at me like that,” he sighs tiredly when he turns around to face her, having successfully laid Livvy down without waking her.

She blinks up at him demurely, doing that girly, fluttery thing with her lashes she knows he can’t resist. “Like what?”

“Like…” he groans when she leans forward and starts crawling towards him across the bed. She’s just in her silk camisole and underwear. He runs his hands through his hair. “Jesus, don’t do that.”

“But…I just want a kiss.”

“Not right now.” His voice is really, really rough. “Go to bed.”

Chrissy pushes out her lower lip, her eyes growing big and shiny.

“Sweetheart,” he pleads, taking two steps, placing his hands on her shoulders, and squeezing gently. “Don’t do this to me… You’re still like healing and stuff, okay? You just had a baby come out of you two weeks ago…”

“…I want another one,” she confesses quietly, edging closer, ready to pounce.

His eyes widen at that. “Right now?”

She nods, kissing the soft skin just below his belly button. Eddie can’t seem to look away as from her as she slowly rises to her knees, keeping her eyes locked on him, kissing her way up his torso. He makes a deep, desperate noise, but has enough good sense to try and back away. Chrissy snatches his wiry waist with viper-like speed and tows him back to her.

“Chrisssssy,” he reprimands weakly. “This isn’t…you…your hormones are making you crazy.”

Somewhere deep, deep beneath her daze where her last shred of reason dangles for dear life, she does know that, but that’s just not important. “You’re making me crazy.” She counters lowly, hands rising up his back, pulling him closer as she presses her breasts firmly against his chest. “Put a baby in me.”

She watches his eyes roll to the back of his head before he closes them, his whole body trembling with want and restraint. This is all sort of an out of body experience for her, she’s never been particularly sensational at seduction, always too shy and anxious, always letting Eddie take the lead. “Chrissy, honey, you know we can’t do that.”

“Yes we can, I know you want to,” she says excitedly, lifting her gaze over toward the bassinet. “Look at her, Eddie, she’s so beautiful, we have to make more.”

#pray for eddie lol #old haunts snippet #old haunts ask #hellcheer fanfiction #hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #eddissy #munningham #chrissy x eddie #hellcheer fanfic #livvy munson

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vickyvicarious · 8 months

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aww, why didn't Quincey's VA introduce the gunshot :( I hoped to hear him sound slightly smug. then again this way it isn't spoiled for anyone new

the way Jack says "one's own wonderful experiences" almost like he's rolling his eyes. Not really, he's not being sarcastic so much as using the sense of 'wonderful' that means 'out of the ordinary' but still he has a fun tone here

Jack's surprise at Jonathan not looking like Rambo or whatever is always funny

Ooooh, they've rearranged things again I see!

Jonathan spends so much time on trains lately. Mina must be so jealous.

hehehehehe the way he describes "the... opportunities of acquiring an abnormal thirst" is so funny

"consequent thirst" I love it every time.

hehehehe Jonathan saying "if he knew what I knew he would, I think, have raised his terms" this man has jokes today!

I love Jonathan and Mina working together and getting everything organized. I just KNOW they are such a good team, in such perfect sync.

oh MAN I wouldn't have predicted that tiny whispered "Stop. That way madness lies..." but I love it

Jonathan immediately pointing out Dracula barometer Renfield. I WISH we could see them interact so badly

speaking of Renfield, I wonder if him happily wanting to leave is because he knows there is another vampire out there now and is hoping Lucy will turn him into one?

"to have a strait-waistcoat ready in case of need." ughhh seward

the little rustly paper noises after Jonathan's (tiny) entry

Mina gushing about Jonathan with such a smile in her voice. She is so proud of him and loves him so much. I also do love that she was so worried about him leaving even after he seemed stronger. She's happy he is recovering so well but wouldn't have held it against him at all if he didn't

"I feel myself quite wild with excitement!" The delivery of this line is SO CUTE and also makes me so mad that van Helsing is gonna tell everyone to exclude her. she's ready for a vampire hunt! let her go on a vampire hunt!

the way she speaks of pity for the Count is very perfunctory here. as to be expected, but... well, I'll save that

"It was - to me - a-a painful. meeting" auuuugh

HEHEHE "blowin' my trumpet!" was so fun

Arthurrrrrrr, I love how he gets to cry but also it makes me sad to listen to him cry :( I personally feel like he wasn't quite openly sobbing as much until Mina spoke to him but mileage varies I suppose

ohhhh the hesitation before Mina says "now she is - gone..."

Mina and Arthur skipping straight to cuddles and adopting one another <3

and yet despite him being so open about expressing his emotions he couldn't speak of them. It makes me so sad, and is not at all the sort of thing I want him and Lucy to have had in common

"the sunshine of your life" reminds me of what Mina wished for Lucy to have and I'm so sad about it

I'm not a fan of all this 'no one but a woman can comfort a man' but I love how Mina and the suitors all connect so quickly and comfort one another almost immediately. especially to them she is just a stranger at first but the shared love for lucy unites them

Quincey's declaration after Mina kisses him is delivered so well

Jack why are you suddenly calling them "Godalming and Morris"?? Are you feeling self-conscious about everyone reading your diary (and its many exclamations over their manhood)? usually you full name Quincey Morris and just say Arthur or Art

"Oh, very well," Renfield sounds so deliberately casual. "Juuust wait a minute till I tidy up the place." ahahaha I love this moment

Renfield: *sits quietly* Seward: looks like he's thinking of murder!!! (granted the attack on himself gives him more reason but this isn't the first time)

I LOVE the delivery of all Renfield's lines so much. His voice is SO GOOD akldjflsdf I can't be coherent about it

Renfield dragging Seward so badly here.

ughh, and Seward in turn being so dumb and condescending about being SHOCKED by Renfield talking eruditely and Mina SOMEHOW getting him to do so by... talking kindly to him?!?!?!

Renfield talking in past tense about his beliefs here... once again I wonder to what degree he's being genuine about any of this

Renfield's goodbye to Mina...! I nearly teared up.

van Helsing saying Mina has a man's brain annoys me especially given what he says next but I do find it funny that he immediately clarifies 'a smart man that is'

"the milk that is spilt cries not out afterwards" my favorite line

Mina blushing hehe

Mina specifying when dinner was, again so conscious of time

van Helsing saying that he has "trained" himself to have an open mind is some really interesting characterization if you think about it

I love that almost all of van Helsing's vampire information is shown in Jonathan's journal

the music when vH brings up the possibility of them all becoming vampires

<3 Jonathan and Mina holding hands and sharing a wordless look of understanding <3

~GROUP HANDHOLDING OF FRIENDSHIP AND VAMPIRE SLAYING~

"We have on our side power of-" I interrupt van Helsing: "friendship and document review!"

Ohh I really like the music as van Helsing lists off where the vampire has been

positioning Dracula as a prisoner to his nature is such an interesting description, especially given the thing with keys (I may be writing a meta on this, I was thinking about it the other day)

the music through all this speech is so inspiring.

I love everyone just sitting there awkwardly for a moment after Quincey leaves, then carrying on without mentioning it

OMG THE COWBOY MUSIC AFTER THE GUNSHOT AHAHAHA

art why are you running straight to the window that a bullet has just come through

the muffled "Sorry! I fear I have alarmed you. I shall come in and tell you about it." is sooo funny

I fucking love this scene

but then it's followed by 'leaving Mina out' scene. BOO HISS

Mina I wish you would speak up here. :( She sounds so off-balance and disappointed

Quincey why are you suggesting an evening assault on his home. We just went over the hours when he is weak. For that matter why is everyone else accepting. People, I know you want to prevent other victims but please be smart about it

#dracula daily #re: dracula #jack seward #mina murray #jonathan harker #van helsing #quincey morris #arthur holmwood

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nitewrighter · 1 year

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Are you sick of lifeweaver interactions yet? If not could you write some with Hanzo?

Hanzo: It is one thing to go against your organization... but to go against the will of your Father, that is difficult for me to conceive.

LifeWeaver: For me, the question was, "Is he raising me to be me, or is he raising me to be another him?'

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LifeWeaver: Wielding a bow in this day and age with all the technology available... it's so romantic! So elegant!

Hanzo: *clearly flustered* It is not a choice of--of romanticism. Regardless of antiquity, even the most ancient skills are tactically relevant when one knows how to properly apply them.

LifeWeaver: You don't do well with compliments, do you?

Hanzo: That was a compliment!?

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LifeWeaver: What's your favorite flower, Hanzo? Wait--let me guess... Snapdragons?

Hanzo: *flatly* Cherry blossoms.

LifeWeaver: Oh, well that's still a beautiful--

Hanzo: The briefness of their bloom reminds me of the inevitability of death, and the memory of the trees in my home reminds me of all that I have lost.

LifeWeaver: *tongue click* Okay.. not the direction I was expecting this conversation to go...

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LifeWeaver: Must get lonely... all that traveling... do you have a special someone?

Hanzo: I hardly see how that's any of your business.

LifeWeaver: Well I wouldn't want to intrude on your partner if I were to introduce you to someone who I think would be your type--

Hanzo: Do not presume to know my 'type!'

LifeWeaver: So you have a type, then?

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LifeWeaver: For someone who's no longer with us, your father seems to have quite the hold on you.

Hanzo: I just... know the life I had now, with all I have done and all I have lost... is not the one he was building for me.

LifeWeaver: Neither is my life. But sometimes our beliefs and what our parents want for us just don't match up.

Hanzo: Do you not fear the disappointment and grief you inflict on your parents will kill them?

LifeWeaver: *scoff* With my perfect sister and Vishkar's medical benefits? I think they'll survive.

#Vishkar has a great health program--but it'll cost you an arm! *ba-dum-tissh*#LifeWeaver #Hanzo #overwatch #fanteractions

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itspdameronthings · 7 months

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Rooms And Sleeping Positions

Summary: Here is my theory from the ask i put in @rhoorl's box. About the Tf boys rooms,and sleeping positions. maybe just maybe there are others think @rhoorl, me and others thought the same way. Without further adue...

Person can tell alot about someone by The way a bedroom looks. From furniture to the decor. To the colors. So.. let's explore the bedrooms of Delta Force.

Ironhead Miller:

Nothing special to say about the room. It's simple. Well organized. Few pics of family ,Santi,and Frankie. Neutral painted walls. Green colored sheets,and duvet. Even his favorite childhood blanket from home. Feels safe when he has a breakdown from his nightmares. Few pillows litter his bed. Next to a window is his favorite chair. Oh how much he loves it. Sits in there while he reads his endless books that he collected through the years. Although there is something missing. Someone to help him get through his mental ,and emotional state. Someone to love him. To keep him safe. On a gloomy, rainy day. He is reading a childhood book to ease his mind. Window opened slightly. Wind blowing the cutrians. Getting lost in the book, he didn't know a certain pair of soft hands on his shoulder," Thought you might need some company. I know how this weather makes you feel. " Putting the book. Pulls his guardian angel to his lap. Kiss her temple," Glade you are here my Cherry. Everytime your here. Brightens up my room. Also my very soul. " Cherry does her very best to tend to his needs. By staying over a lot. Before long. Some of her personal stuff appears in his drawers. For an event Will has another episode.

Few rooms down is Benny's. His style reminds him of his love of sports from his youth. One wall hangs his first pair of gloves given by the love of his life. Next wall hangs a wall hanging of the farmhouse him and Will grew up in. On the nightstand is a picture of him and his baby. His soulmate. Oh how he missed her. Lays in his large bed with black sheets and red comforter. He rairly used since he never gets cold. He uses a light blanket. On another wall he has a mounted TV . Where he watches movies ,and sports. He too loves to read. Has a bookcase filled with books . Nothing military mind you. Not in his space where he wants to forget about that shit. On one nightstand lies a journal. Filled with thoughts from what he has been thinking about to his baby girl. Memories of their time together.

Since he retired from fighting. He put his soul in other passion . Singing. On this night Benny sits on his windowsill strumming on his guitar.Singing softly. Till angelic voice joined him. Trying not to tear up. His love is here. Everything is good in his world.

Santiago Garcia

Among the boys on the force Santiago Garcia's space is unlike the others. Blackout curtains on all of the windows. 800 count hotel sheets on his bed. Loads of pillows. Especially a body pillow he cuddles when he sleeps. As for personal touches? Not much. Few of his family members ( whom he doesn't talk about much.) Frankie knows why since they grew up together. Other pictures are some places he visited. That didn't cause him to have any bad memories. On his nightstand is a digital picture frame that stores private pictures of him and his special someone. He looks at it so he can rest. Waiting for her return.

Frankie Morales

If anyone enters Frankie's room can tell he is a pilot. From the pictures to colors.just simple. Like he is now. Unlike he was before. One thing he has in common with Santi is the curtains. He needs to have his room dark so he can sleep. Manuals fills his bookcase. Also some books based on movies he has seen. He too has a pic of a special someone. His daughter who he gets to see from time to time. Bed is so simple the others tease him about it. He doesn't care it's comfortable.

Sleep positions:

All of them have weird sleeping positions. Had to do with their Army days. Now? Lets just say it can annoy them to no end. To something strange.

William Miller:

He is a side sleeper. Does he stay in one place? Nope! He tosses and turns on nights he has a nightmare. That's why he lays there. Looking up at the ceiling. Thinking about what bothered him. Reason why he can't sleep through the night.

Benny Miller:

Oh the baby of the group. Can find him in different positions. From sleeping on his back to being sprawled out like a starfish. Usually happens after a hard workout. Off chance he has a nightmare? He is on his side clutching a pillow. Pretending it's someone there.

Santiago Garcia:

Oh he is all over the place. Different positions throughout the night. Starts out on his side. Then on his stomach.then sprawled out clutching his pillow. One thing though. He hates to sleep on his back.Why? Had to do that after his knee surgery ( yes he had to get one) . Being comfortable is so important to him. Says he needs to catch up on lost sleep. On a rainy day he would sleep the day away.

Frankie Morales

Side sleeper without a freaking doubt. Hardly moves . Unless he is having a bad dream where he is either in the middle of the bed, or leaning on the edge. Once he almost fell out of bed when he tried to reach for his phone. When he is in a deep sleep? Nothing can wake him unless someone yells in his ear.

#triple frontier #benny and will miller #benny miller #santi garcia #garett hedlund #charlie hunnam #charlie hunman #charlie hunnam imagine #oscar isaac #pedro pascal #francisco catfish morales

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fixingbulletholeswithbandaids · 8 months

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WIP Wednesday

Picture this; Alex and Henry, 38 years old, privately married. Alex working as the Secretary of Health and Human Services and the youngest member of the President’s Cabinet. Henry’s shelters are international and his popularity as a Royal Family member still high.

Alex is named Designated Survivor for the State of the Union speech and is required to wait in an undisclosed location. His role is to ensure continuity of government if anything was to happen.

And then, something happens.

The Capitol is decimated and Alex is sworn in as President.

What happens when the role Alex wasn’t sure he wanted anymore he suddenly has?

What happens when his secret marriage to a Prince of another country is now at risk of exposure?

What happens when it becomes Alex’s responsibility to rebuilt the country while grieving the loss of people dear to him?

So proud of this little fic I’ve been working on so far. It is my first multi chaptered story and each comment and kudo is warming my heart and healing a part of me I wasn’t aware was hurting.

It takes inspiration from the tv show Designated Survivor and there is elements of the show but the story had mostly taken a life of its own.

Interwoven into a fast paced storyline is moments of calm, memories of good times, and a deeper understanding of how the characters got to where they are.

Some quotes below;

When Alex is sworn in as President

Alex reached inside his shirt, slightly damp with sweat, and pulled out his necklace - the house key, Henry’s signet ring and Alex’s wedding ring dangling from the chain. Their homes, side by side, connected by their vows.

“You and me and history, remember?” Henry uttered quietly. A reminder. It was them against the world. Whatever was about to happen, they had each other.

He removed the chain hastily, laying it over Henry’s open palm and placing his left hand on top.

Alex nodded, “Okay,” He looked back at Davis, raising his right hand in preparation, “Let’s do this.”

Alex dealing with intimating people

The general was a breath away from Alex’s face. The attempts at intimidation were futile, Alex having dealt with these kinds of people his whole life. There was no need for them to give respect to him when they’d already made a decision about who he was before they knew him. They saw the colour of his skin and decided he was never quite American enough. They heard him speak his language, saw his last name, and decided he didn’t belong. They saw how his face clung to the remnants of youth, the lack of lines littering his face, and decided he was too young. Throw in his sexuality, his relationship status and his private business being repeatedly aired for public consumption and it was the perfect cocktail into a false belief they would have the upper hand on him.

Alex and June reminiscing in the midst of chaos

“I swear our weddings were the only two times I’ve seen mom cry,” June reminisced, breaking Alex’s train of nostalgia.

“She’s a tough one to break. Remember what she said to me after my wedding?” Alex said before mimicking his mom’s accent, “Don’t forget to pack the condoms Sugar, the only thing you want from your honeymoon is memories.”

June burst into laughter, Alex quickly joining.

“Remember -” June started, trying to catch her breath, “the powerpoint she made me when I told her about Nora?”

“Oh my god yes!” Alex cackled, “I still cannot believe the amount of scissor imagery she managed to put into one presentation!”

Henry remembering when Alex proposed

Alex took a deep breath and bent down onto his knee, looking up at Henry with such love and adoration, it knocked the air from his lungs. Henry had spent his life reading about love. He studied the written words of it scattered throughout history, examined how the penned ink described the complexities of the emotion. He memorised soliloquies, read literature, recited poetry and for all the work he had done to try and understand it, he knew how nonsensical love truly was. With Alex though, love made sense.

Happy reading! :)

#alex claremont diaz #prince henry of wales #rwrb #rwrb fic #beck17 #red white and royal blue #designated survivor #ao3 link #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #current wip #wip wednesday #henry fox mountchristen windsor #firstprince

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ellekhen · 2 months

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Hand, Hearth, and Home

Chapter 39 - To Be Born Anew

Chapter Summary: A harrowing situation leads to another complicated revelation for Church. The scouting party makes their way back to camp… and Church finds someone waiting for him.

Pairing(s): Astarion x Male Tav (Main); Past OC x Male Tav Rating: Explicit Length: 177K+ words; Chapters 39/54

Excerpt below:

“What did you all get up to while we were gone?” Church asks conversationally, working out some blood matted in his hair with a grimace.

“Oh, you know,” Astarion drawls, reaching over to help him with a disapproving hum. “Wyll got eaten by a dragon, Karlach went to finishing school, Shadowheart converted to a Selûnite, and I got betrothed to an Amnian merchant prince.”

“Knew I’d be missing all the fun,” Church grins at him, wading over to rinse underneath the waterfall. “…think that prince could use a concubine?”

Astarion throws his head back in a laugh, and when he looks at Church again it’s with an odd expression — something fond, soft…

…and curious.

“Hang on,” Astarion frowns as the tiefling returns. “You’ve got a little something on your…”

He reaches over to brush his thumb against the stinging skin of the tiefling’s forehead, and Church flinches away abruptly, self-consciously shielding his face.

“What’s wrong?” Astarion asks, taken aback.

Well, it wasn’t like he was going to be able to hide it, Church reminds himself. He lowers his hands sheepishly.

“Sorry, it’s just… I’m still getting used to it,” he laughs nervously. “Come take a closer look?”

He beckons Astarion towards him, his heart fluttering as the elf leans quite close to his face, scrutinizing him as those cool hands gently tilt his head to catch the burgeoning sunlight.

“Scales?” Astarion utters in surprise. “Those are new.”

“Yes, they are. So things got… dicey on the road,” Church wheedles.

This moment is so nice — the last thing he wants to do is trouble Astarion with the dramatic details. He doesn’t know how much he should share anyway with the rest of the crew. After all, there are things he hasn’t even disclosed to the companions that witnessed most of it to begin with.

And so, he lies.

“I had to call upon my mo — my patron. And, through a series of, er, events, I guess my body decided to go through second puberty and let the latent draconic bloodline awaken? That’s how she described it, anyway.”

Astarion looks at him, intrigued. “Draconic? Really?”

“I mean, you don’t see the family resemblance?” Church says dryly, gesturing at his horns. “But yes, here I am, a distant descendant of both a devil and a dragon.”

“Sounds like your ancestors had one hell of a night,” the elf smirks.

“Most likely,” Church grins at that. “Anyway, I was born with magic. My patron just taught me how to use it — hone it into something to help me survive pitchforks and diabolists. So it seems I’m somewhat of a latent sorcerer.”

He demonstrates with a little cantrip of dancing lights around his fingers.

“I feel more in tune with my magic than ever before,” he continues to reassure his companion with a half-lie. “I never realized that my head had been so… foggy before now.”

That part, at least, is true.

“The scales were an unfortunate side effect. They itch like hell, and…” he stammers, still feeling the elf’s hypnotic gaze penetrating into him. “They’re a little odd. I’m not sure how I feel—”

Astarion cradles Church’s jaw, pressing a lingering kiss to his sensitive temple.

“You’re beautiful,” the elf murmurs, pulling away.

Church feels his face heat as he looks slowly, fully up at the elf.

That felt different from Astarion’s typical indulgent flattery. This close, his eyes seem earnest. His breath catches a little — as if in quiet awe. They both wade close, naked, and vulnerable together in the spring — no airs of anything left between them.

No, you’re the beautiful one, Church thinks dully. Maybe he can blame the parasites for apparently turning his brain to sludge…

“You’re different, somehow,” he mutters instead after a moment. “What changed?”

He watches in amazement as Astarion slowly places his hand fully over the tiefling’s racing heart, long-lashed eyes closing for just a moment.

“I missed you,” Astarion confesses, voice breaking.

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turnipstewdios · 10 months

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Half-Lives, chapter 13

For all its flaws, and there were many, many flaws, Gotham actually had decent road maintenance.

Oh there were plenty of areas of the city where the roads were shit. The areas where the rich people lived were always given first priority, and nobody in city planning really gave a fuck about Crime alley or the Bowery, but large sections of the city road network were reasonably well maintained. Bludhaven’s were not. So Jason always had to be careful when he brought his bike over this way, lest he ram into one of the bottomless potholes that littered the cracked pavement. It was even worse with a passenger, and he didn’t want to rattle Danny around too much. The actual road to the Zoo itself was halfway decent, mainly because it was on the outskirts of Gotham rather than in Bludhaven proper. But the side trip he had planned for later would be rough.

Still, he managed to get to the Zoo’s parking lot without rattling himself or his passenger halfway back to death, and found a decent parking spot that wasn’t too far from the entrance. It was also close enough to the toll-booth that no one should be tempted to try stealing it. Not that they could, his baby’s security was way too good for that. “So, where should we head first?” Jason asked as they walked towards the entrance.

“Eh, I don’t have a preference. I would like to tour the walk-in aviary at some point though.” Danny replied. “That’s about halfway through the main loop. Let’s just pick a direction and walk.”

“Sounds good.”

Jason paid for admittance as they went through the check-in. Almost immediately, something seemed to catch Danny’s eye. There was a big, open enclosure full of flamingos near the entry, and Jason saw Danny perk up when he noticed them. Looked like they’d be going that way to start. “You like birds, huh?” “Eh, sort of? I haven't gotten the chance to see many of the ones the pamphlet says they have here.” He leaned on the railing, and watched as a pair of the enormous birds wandered by. “Amity actually did have a zoo, but they had a lot of temporary exhibits. For some reason they never had many birds.” “I thought Amity was a smallish town? How’d they get a zoo?” Danny chuckled. “I, uh, think that might have been Sam’s fault.” “Your friend? How does that work?” “Sam’s parent’s were kinda rich, and Sam was big into conservation and endangered species. I think her parents funded the place.” He scoffed. “Not that she really liked it. She wasn’t a fan of keeping animals in captivity, and kept complaining about their living conditions.” “Huh.” Jason watched as a flamingo wandered close to Danny, eyeing him over the top of the fence. Jason had stayed a healthy distance back from the enclosure.

Animals didn’t tend to like him much. He’d wondered briefly on the way here if that was because of the ghost thing, but Danny seemed to be doing fine. It was probably because of the pits. “Wait a minute.” Jason thought back to something he’d heard from Babs the other day. “Wasn’t there something about Amity Park and endangered Gorillas?” To his surprise, Danny… groaned. Loudly. “God, don’t remind me.” He rubbed a hand down his face, seeming to forget about the bird for a moment as it wandered off. “Why? What’s the matter?” “Uhg. Bad memories. Amity hosted one of the two Purple-backed gorillas that was alive at the time for a bit. There was… a thing. That happened.” Oh, Oh yeah, Jason was remembering more of the conversation now. “Don’t you have your name on a research paper about them? It was like the only bit of scientific literature the family could find.” Danny’s head thumped into the wooden rail on the fence. “Yeah, yeah. Figures that would make it out.” “Hmm.” Jason wondered if he should have picked another destination for the day. “I think there’s currently a Purple-back gorilla exhibit here, at this zoo. Should we avoid that?” He asked. “You're kidding.” Danny looked flatly at Jason out of the corner of his eye. “Oh, you’re not kidding. Damn.” He sighed. “It’s fine. We may as well go see them, and we just got here, I’m not about to leave now.” He began to walk down the path towards the next exhibit. “Just so long as I don’t end up spending the whole night watching them, or getting attacked by a ghost who wants to skin me.” Jason stood staring after him for a second, trying to process that. “Skin you? Danny? Danny?! What?” He chased after him, determined to get an explanation for that. Read the rest on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48120073/chapters/123852799

#danny phantom #batman #danny fenton #dead on main #dp x dc #jason todd #dc x dp #danny fenton x jason todd #dc xdp #Half-lives #fic #fanfiction

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ok this one's for @my-t4t-romance! have never done a modern au but I'll try :) also you're getting besties content . because I said so

also Also this is a lighter fic so. not as dramatic but it's a fun character exercise

"No; you can't- you can't open an umbrella in the grocery store," Jane said. "I know you're not used to the lights, but- we'll figure something out." Cesare reluctantly closed the umbrella, squinting his large eyes. He was still getting used to sunlight; that was bright enough. But the lights in the store made his head ache, making it difficult to keep his eyes open for too long. He wanted to find somewhere dark and quiet where he could fall asleep, at least for a moment, but even if there was anywhere in the building that wasn't flooded with light, he couldn't start sleepwalking here; that would cause problems.

"How about these? Will they work?" Jane asked, taking out a pair of sunglasses from her purse.

Cesare blinked, then took them. To his relief, the lights muted once he put them on.

"Very stylish," she laughed. "Now, I'll read the list, and you can help me find what we're looking for." He glanced around the shelves through the glasses, surprised by just how much food was there- and how much he had never seen before. There were piles of fruit on one side, and vegetables on another. One aisle only held various soup cans, another cheeses. Was this what everyone else had, every day? All this time, they could choose from a seemingly endless supply of food, instead of-

"Oh that's- that's not the shopping list," Jane muttered behind him. "That's an old receipt from- five years ago? Hold on; I'll keep looking... No, wait; that's a candy wrapper... Oh, here it is. So, we need milk..." Cesare wandered away, intrigued by everything that surrounded them. He picked up an apple, sniffing it; he did like apples. He raised it to his mouth, about to bite into it, when a voice startled him, making him drop the apple back onto the pile. "All these options, and none of them are organic!" the voice ranted. "Do they want to poison us with pesticides and artificial preservatives?" Cesare didn't know what pesticides were, but he recognized the voice, and ducked behind the basket of apples. Sure enough, there was Francis, pushing his cart with his hands clenched tightly around the handle. He didn't know him too well, but one thing he knew was that Francis didn't like him, and made it known at every opportunity. Holding his breath, he watched as Francis sorted through the apples, hoping he'd leave soon. It seemed to take forever; he inspected every apple, holding them up to each other to compare their size and color, turning them around to check for bruises. The second he turned his head to look at the next basket, Cesare slipped away, looking for a wall he could press himself against. However, all he could see were rows of glass doors, behind which were refrigerated cartons.

"Wait," Francis muttered, looking up. "Is that-" Cesare opened the nearest door, darting inside and closing it behind him. It was cold inside, and he hoped he wouldn't have to be there too long; the crowded space reminded him of...

No, he told himself. He couldn't think about that, not now. He was here, after all, to learn what he was supposed to do now that he was free- to find food on a shopping list and go out during the daytime and do what everyone who hadn't spent their lives locked up in a box had been doing for so long. Everything, from reading a list to knowing what to get, seemed like it came so easily to everyone else- how long would it take him to complete those same tasks effortlessly? He was lucky to have a friend willing to help him, but wondered- how long would his luck actually last? He shivered, looking at the cartons behind him. She said they needed milk; at least he could do something useful while he was here. But the labels were all different colors, and while he couldn't read the words, they all looked different as well. Which one did they actually need? He grabbed the one closest to him, finding it was heavier than he expected. "Hey!" Francis called from outside the door. Cesare startled, thinking he'd been spotted, when he noticed Francis waving his hand, smiling. Across the aisle, Jane glanced around nervously, but noticed him, and waved back. Cesare gasped, hoping her appearance meant he was saved, and cracked the door open so he could better hear their conversation. "Francis!" Jane smiled, a long list in her hands that trailed onto the ground. "I'm looking for-" "It's been a while since we've caught up!" Francis said. "How have you been doing?" "Oh- I'm, well, I need help finding-" Francis picked the end of the list off the ground. "The goat cheese? I think it's on the right." "Thank you, but right now, I need to find..." Cesare tapped on the glass to get her attention. She looked up, gasping. "Is something wrong?" Francis asked. "Oh, no; no. There's, um, I just remembered there's a sale on... bread? But that aisle is all the way across the store, and I did not pick the right shoes to go shopping in-" "Which bread do you want?" Francis interrupted. "I'll get it for you." "That is so sweet of you," she smiled. "Just- surprise me. You can call me when you find it, okay?" Francis took her hands. "I will," he said, looking her directly in the eyes. "I will." As soon as he left, Jane opened the glass door. Cesare shook his head, blinking behind the glasses as he stepped out. He thrust the milk carton out towards her, and she took it. "What were you doing in there?" she asked. "I was looking for you." He pointed in the direction Francis had gone. "Did... not... want..." he said. "You didn't want Francis to notice you? I figured." She sighed. "I wish you two could get along, but... you know how he can be." Cesare growled, hanging his head. "It wasn't your fault, remember? We've talked about this. Nothing that happened was your fault... or my fault, either."

He nodded, but hearing that didn't help anything. He knew it wasn't his fault. But it had still been his hands that had done all those terrible things, even if he was asleep at the time. "You did a good job finding the milk," she said. "Let's find the next thing on there, all right?"

He didn't want to find the next thing on the list. He wanted to go back to the little room she let him stay in, and sleep for a very long time. He didn't want to think about how long the list was, or how he was supposed to find everything on there, or what would happen if he ran into Francis- and all the reasons why Francis despised him. But then he looked around at all the food on the shelves, and thought of the cold, tasteless porridge he had been forced to eat in the past- and how different and good everything on the list would taste.

He hesitated, then nodded again.

#the cabinet of dr. caligari #fanfiction

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This Week In BL - Strongberry Kisses!

Dec 2022 Wk 3

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying the most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

My School President (Fri YT) 4 of 10 - Gun gets flustered and then Gun gets flirty and comes over all spoiled prince, and poor Tinn loves it suffers. Thiw is the greatest wingman and it was the cutest date inspection: Tinn (confusedly carrying 2 ice creams ) just trailing behind a sunny excitable Gun. Yes, Gun is very extra. Yes, I skipped the singing. But oh my goodness do I love how much this is a traditional Thai high school BL. Thank you so much GMMTV. I missed this style of BL.

Never Let Me Go (Tues YT) 2 of 12 - I have to say that I’m not entirely sure about Chimon’s casting in this role (he is one of my all time favorite GMMTV actors), but I love Perth. Perth has the hardest role, and he’s such a great nuanced actor with such an expressive face, only he could really pull it off and still feel sympathetic. Meanwhile ironically named Pond = yet another Thai actor made to swim who can’t. That said, PondPhuwin and the attack of the subtle flirtation = wonderful. Honestly? This is a much better role for Pond than FUTS.

Between Us (Sun iQIYI) 7 of 12 - It’s still good, the leads are great, everything else is meh but at least I’m not bored? WATCH ALONG HERE.

609 Bedtime Story (Fri WeTV) 5 of 11 - So P’Mum is starting to figure out the science (do we call it science?) whatever. In other news, 3 years later, OhmFluke still give the softest sweetest most romantic kisses evah. P’Vee and Game are breaking my heart, honor the sides indeed.

I Will Knock You (Fri Gaga) 6 of 12 - Noey has a very baby Dom thing to his bully behavior which is oddly cute. Or is that just me being warped?

Remember Me (Sun Gaga) 11 of 14 - (it’s been extended 2 more episodes and into 2023, what joy is ours) We have switched to mostly focusing on Name and Em. I actually like the 2 actors, it’s just they keep getting stories I don’t enjoy. The JaFirst characters break up is not unexpected, presumably, they had to do some thing to honor the episode 11. After my bd reaction to The Yearbook I’m beginning to lose all faith in this production team.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Choco Milk Shake (Korea Strongberry Tues YT) 11fin - I have to say it felt a little manipulating and there was a lot of dwelling in sad and then a time jump, and then resolution, which is very classic for a Korean drama, but Strongberry usually bucks trends. Still, all the kisses are really good and I do love how the animals w kept their personalities. I’m going with 8/10 RECOMMENDED more below

My Tooth Your Love (Taiwan Fri Viki) 12fin - The parental abuse, and horseback riding thing was weird. ending with a marriage equality muscle flex and some domesticity was classic Taiwanese BL. I do love that and they were so cute! But ultimately this was oddly disappointing at the end, I think partly because as good as the leads were the crumbs were both excellent too and I wish they had more screen time. 8.5/10

The New Employee (Korea Weds Viki) AKA The New Recruit AKA Shinib Sawo - From WATCHA (Semantic Error) virginal Seung Hyun scores the office internship of his dreams but on his first day at work he gets into it with his cool reserved boss. As you do. Stars Moon Ji Yong (Once Again). Based on Moscareto's web novel of the same name, directed by openly gay & queer activist Kim Jho Gwang Soo (Just Friends?). Grumpy/sunshine, boss/emp, age gap. WAIT, he lives in the same neighborhood as the To My Star boys! And this show reminds me a little bit of that one, same kind of energy. Frankly this is what I wanted from this new crop of office set KBLs ALL ALONG. Fantastic. At last!

Candy Color Paradox AKA Ameiro Paradox (Japan Fri Gaga) 2 of 8 - I’m not sure about this one, I am liking it OK but it is oddly mature while also being kookie, and also immature. Maybe it’s just Japan being its usual complex self.

The Director Who Buys Me Dinner (Korea Thurs iQIYI) 3-4 of 10 - The premise of the show is so weird. But once the pink smoke appeared, and I decided we’re actually in a paranormal drama and not an office romance, I’m better about it. Also it’s really nice to see the lead pair start to actually like each other.

Oh! My Assistant (Korea Thurs Viki) 7-8fin - There was a lot of me going awwww in ep 7. But in the finale, the triangle and jealousy seemed shoehorned in so that in the end, I was kind of torn. 7/10 More below.

It’s Airing But I’m Not Watching It

Love Bill (Vietnam Sat YT) - Bah Vinh is back but I’m too distracted. Also there’s a lot of fund raising stuff going on. I’ll wait and binge.

The Star Always Follow You (Vietnam YT) - same Team RL peeps we have seen before (Sunshine, Stupid)

Till the World Ends (Thai YT) 10 eps - it seems to be good but I don’t know about the ending, so I’m waiting.

Ended This Week

Choco Milk Shake (Korea YouTube) Stongberry gave us a full length BL on YouTube! It’s a BL miracle and an endless delight. It was wonderfully cute, unexpectedly hilarious but expectedly silly, a little too poignant, occasionally gut wrenching and with a somewhat expected weird (but happy-ish) ending. The actors playing the two pets must have had the best time. As, indeed, did I watching it. Jealous Milk made me cackle so hard it scared the actual cat on my lap, Choco was perfectly cast, and the chemistry was ultimately decent. In Strongberry I still trust. Thank you thank you, may we have another, sirs? 8/10 RECOMMENDED

My Tooth Your Love (Taiwan Viki) While, I really loved this show, it had a fun premise, and a solid lead pair with charming chemistry and delightful, domesticity, not to mention great communication, I wasn’t wild about some of the darker themes it explored, even though it did a good job with them. But while the crumbs and sides were v adorable they were chronically underused. If I gave half points this is a solid 8.5 but since I don't it’s gonna be an 8/10 MUCHLY RECOMMENDED

Oh! My Assistant (Korea Viki) This is a very silly show that acts like it comes from a very silly yaoi. Reserved out gay younger assistant (we stan) pretending to be tsundere but is actually just v shy and smitten by his cheerful (seemingly straight) chaos bi himbo artist boss. I think the cross cutting in of old footage with the replacement actor after the re-cast did affect the chemistry with this pair. There was no way around it. Even KBL isn't usually this awkward and repressed. Although this show had the best bisexual awakening sequence ever put in a BL, and I really wanted to love it, I just didn't. 7/10 RECOMMENDED WITH RESERVATIONS

2 Moons 3 (Thai) finished it’s run this week. Rumor is it’s banal. I’m waiting to collect all the eps and then I will try to binge before I finish my 2022 wrap ups.

Why You... Y Me? (Thai YT) It's not primarily a BL, but another meta show about BL shipping, with side BLs. I await @heretherebedork ‘s report on whether to watch or not.

Gossip

Nutt Witsarut (Daisy in Secret Crush On You!) will play the role of Gyogung in 9Cats Studio's upcoming series Hot Bamee and Yummy Gyogung (y-novel adaptation).

PitchBank from Golden Blood (AKA Segus & Tenon) will be the side couple in new medical Thai BL Mystique in the Mirror.

TutorYim (Cutie Pie) have a busy 2023, they’re starring in upcoming micro project Our Winter, possibly for Tik Tok distribution. They also took on JimmyTommy’s lead for Middleman’s Love and will have a cameo in KBL Jun & Jun (filming now). TutorYim will ALSO star in 2023 KBL (yes Korean) First Love's User Manual under A-Plan International’s Silkwood (Peach Of Time).