#or do they have a hole specifically for it

[chromimis]

❝ LOSE MY MIND IN IT!❞

FEATURING : gojo s. , nanami k. , toji f. , geto s.

ღ — SYNOPSIS : jjk men finding the worst moments to view you as intoxicating.

ღ — TAGS : smut, p in v, public s*x, overstimulation, squirting, choking, cunnilingus, fingering, spit kink, bondage (nanami), cream pie, unprotected sex, dirty talk, cursing, all lowercase intended !

☆ GOJO SATORU

satoru is a very bold individual. you silently concluded as your face to face with your own reflection in his best friend’s bathroom, while the latter finds home in the inside of your thighs— can you even say that while he’s teasing you?

“ satoru…” you exhaustedly whimper out, “ p-please, just hurry and put it in!” your pleading seemed to have fallen on deaf ears as he continues to drag his dick through your wet pussy, without inserting it. the audible clicks of your folds separating between each side of his lengthy dick rings out in the pristine environment of the bathroom. his tip glides over to clit, before trailing back down to your empty hole, and the cycle repeats. he smirks every time he briefly feels you clench around nothing. “ mmph— satoru!”

“ yeah yeah, i hear ya, baby. just quit your whining for a sec and listen.” and you do. your bottom lip is wedged perfectly between your teeth, staring at your reflection gets harder by the minute but you know you can’t look away. feeling his dick rub everywhere but inside of you— specifically your sweet spot, is actual torture. a sharp but muffled cry catches his attention at the right time when he makes eye contact with you through the mirror. “ so sensitive, i swear.”

he snickers to himself, slithering his large hands down to latch onto your ass, he pulls your cheeks apart for a better view of his mushroom shaped tip, touching with your pearly clit like a kiss. “ awww, look, babe! they’re kissin!” even in moments like this satoru always had a knock for being childish. he rolls his eyes disappointingly at the glare you give him from over your shoulder. “ oh. guess someone doesn’t like intimacy.”

with one quick motion of his hips, he’s already sinking balls deep inside of you. his tip stimulates against your sweet spot with every drag and push his hips gives to your body. your thighs struggle to hold yourself up, hands desperately clinging on the ring of the sink. your whines are muffled altogether when his calloused hand comes into contact. and behind his palm, only then you realize your actually drooling for him— like a dog in heat.

“ you wanted me so bad now you got me. but, keep your pretty voice quiet, yeah?” his hot breath whispers directly into your ear. those addicting cerulean eyes never breaking contact with your dizzy ones. briefly, you push back against him every time you feel his pelvis collide with your abandoned clit in sticky thrusts, the contact gives you a distant amount of pleasure but it’s not near enough. “ you desperate for something? how bout usin’ your words, don’t act spoiled now.”

“ satoru—“ you gasp out, feeling his hand travel down to squeeze at your throat lightly. “ puh— please, rub my clit, toru!” your voice babbles out to him, spit puckering on the pout of your lips.

satoru chuckles against the lobe of your ear before giving the skin a wet, dragged lick. “ you want me to rub… this, dirty thing right here?” his thumb teasingly rubs slow circles on your neglected bud, only making his thumb move faster when he hears you chant a string of yes’ from below. “ mhm. that’s right, princess. use your big girl words.” he doesn’t bother dumbing you down like a pet, and you don’t either.

your body noticeably trembles when his dick grazes against such a sweet spot, and his thumb never stopping their rhythm on your clit. he’s so big and impossibly thick, stretching and molding your walls, there’s no surprise when you leave sex feeling your cervix bruised and abused.

“ haah, ‘m gonna c-cuuum, toru!” your voice is still audible despite your throat being squeezed. satoru feels himself twitch inside of your snug walls as his own warning. his body completely leaning forward on yours for leverage felt like dead weight, while his sweaty forehead pressed against the coolness of the mirror.

“ that’s right. let the whole party know who you fucking belong to.” satoru downright growls. the hand once holding your throat hostage grabs onto your chest, and that has your head spinning. you’re too dick drunk to reply, so instead you answer with squeaks— not that he minds or fixes it.

he gives you another awakening thrust, and that’s your end. your head throws back against his broad shoulder and he drinks up the scene reflecting off the mirror, but he still doesn’t relent. making your head bobble and your pleasure bleed into overstimulation, quickly, until your walls triggers his. with a harsh bite on your neck; satoru cums while hiding down his pornographic moans. hands having trouble finding a place to stay sticky on.

returning back to his full height, he slowly pulls out of your puckered hole. drawing out a whine from each of you. “ wow. who knew my cum could get so sticky.” you want to shout out in argument.

“ say… round two—”

“ satoru, hurry the hell up! your not the only one who has to piss at this party!” geto’s irrataited voice calls from behind the door.

what a cockblock.

☆ NANAMI KENTO

“ i told you keep your voice down, didn’t i? you don’t want someone to walk in and see you like this.” nanami sternly hushes you through grunts, as he has you bent over the expanse of his desk. his tie is looped around in a knot over your wrists and his large hand holds them against your back. you bit your lip hard, trying to muffle any noises coming from the waves of pleasure you were feeling, but your attempts were unsuccessful.

nanami’s cock stretched you out so perfectly and deeply to the point you swear you could feel him in your throat. his large frame towered over your much smaller body, while his hand was on the base of your throat, squeezing the sides every so often just to feel you clench around him more.

“ k-kento! mmph… so good— swear i can feel it in my t-throat!” the words you’re saying would’ve been unrecognizable if he wasn’t folded over your body so closely. he felt so flawless, each roll of his hips reflecting on that spongy spot of yours is ethereal.

to your earlier words, he chuckles. “ hah, is that so, baby?” his breath is so shaky. nanami never intended to spread you over his desk like a feast— no, that’s not what co-workers do, far from it. the whole purpose of your “meet up” was to discuss boring jujutsu matters and kill off paperwork, which would’ve happened if you didn’t look so… thrilling in that pencil skirt.

everything is so stimulating. you feel every single drag of his cock trapped against your walls, every pant he breathed into your ear, and smell his distant cologne. the desk scratches and wobbles underneath your mingling bodies to the point there would be no surprise if there were scratch marks on the floor. it’s all too much. you want to melt in the shape of him, especially his touch.

“ what did i tell you? keep your voice down, you don’t want people to hear, right?” he cooed gently when your moans picked up sound, his intentions were still unclear as he didn’t slow or falter his pace. “ you’re doing s’good for me. tell me, how does it feel?” the kisses he trails from under your ear to your neck does not match the feral tempo his hips have.

“ it’s feels so g-good! oh god, kento, don’t stooop!” you slur on your words drunkenly. your legs threatened to buckle under you if it wasn’t for the extra support you had. “ it’s t-too much! k-kento p-pleas—”

your words are cut short when you were brought into a suffocating kiss. his lips are softer than what you imagined and you drink down every groan he pushes into your mouth. feverishly, one of his hands began to play with your clit, twirling the bundle of nerves in tight circles. unexpectedly, you jolt at the sensation but he doesn’t let you break the kiss, your senses are feeling overwhelmed of him.

only later does he finally pull away, and the sight of him is spirituous. his usual parted hair is tousled, his fair skin has a sheen coat of sweat and the top of his shirt is unbuttoned. a line of saliva connects your lips until it breaks and falls on his chin.

“ so gorgeous. swear i can get drunk off of you alone.” he swore breathlessly, a silent reminder that he was nearing his high, and you were as well. despite how much you tried to hang on longer, you pushed your hips back to meet his while that acquainted knot in your stomach tightened until it released.

“ kento! o-oh my god, ‘m cummin!” your body folded over while you screeched out unintelligible sentences of his name. your walls convulsed around him and your body trembled uncontrollably— even then, he still fucked you through your orgasm.

“ h-hang on for me, baby. taking me so perfectly.” selfishly, he soaked in all the sounds of your loud cries, uncaring that someone could hear you. chances are that they already have. waves of sensitivity and adrenaline crashed over your body as nanami shoved deep inside you, before releasing his cum in your walls. indefinitely leaving you feeling stuffed.

there’s an intimate pause in the air; (despite getting fucked over a desk) both of your bodies blending in with the same breathing patterns. nanami placed a soft kiss on your jawline before straightening his body up. his hand resumes their place under your jaw to tilt your head up. “ open.” and you do. the feeling of his spit hitting your tongue is nothing terrible compared to how he had you a couple of seconds ago. he pressed your chin up, forcing you to swallow, only cracking his harsh demeanor when you did.

“ good girl. what do you say after?”

“ i… i love you.”

☆ TOJI FUSHIGURO

“ you think yer’ gonna be stable enough to go back while i have you make a mess on my face?” toji flashes you a shameless grin from underneath, his tongue dabs out to flatten against the middle of your underwear, making the cotton wetter than it already is. his words are slightly muffled since his mouth is now pressed against your clothed cunt, but through the vibrations; you understand and feel what he was saying.

you gulp down bile and anxiety before giving him a coy nod. and to that, he tuts— almost condescendingly.

“ you can speak, can’t ya’? your mouth is the one who led us to this car, anyways.” you briefly jump when the barrier shielding your pussy from toji’s watering mouth was pushed to the side as he talked over it. your thighs twitched to close, but was unable due to his prying hold. teasing toji always seemed to backfire on you, especially when they’re people around or involved. “ i know i ain’t talking to myself.”

“ y-yes, toji…”

“ y-yes, toji.” he mocks. his hot breath fans over your cunt as he spreads your slick folds with his thumbs, exposing yourself to him even more. “ want me to stop keepin’ you waiting, woman?” learning from your last mistake, you stutter out a soft yes. feeling him bring an open mouthed kiss to your twitching clit.

he then flattens his tongue traveling slowly up your hole to your pearl, catching the extra slick that pushes out your cunt and lands on his chin. his pink muscle now focuses on the area above and around your clit— clearly teasing you for your reactions.

you faintly grind on his face— growing more, and more, desperate for his tongue action and hot mouth combo. “ toji, y-you said you’ll stop teasing!” your voice whimpered out. he gives you a crooked smile before going on to kiss the inside of your thigh as an quiet apology.

“ alright alright, girl.” he purposely breathed out his laugh over your needy bud, involuntarily making a shiver creep down your spine and your thighs twitch with sweet expectation. wasting no time, he greedily slurps your clit in his mouth. the loud sound that comes from the lewd action tops it all off nicely. you moan softly, one hand pushing against the back seats while the other burrows itself inside his raven hair.

he pulls back slightly from your cunt, teeth still attached around your clit before he lets go. you feel him ease a finger inside your dripping entrance, and somehow that grin grows ten times shaper when he hears your pussy sing sloppy noises every time he thrusts them back inside. “ holy shit. yer’ so messy and loud, chump.” he says. and it’s no better that the moonlight coming from the car windows makes your slick on his chin glow dimly.

you whine, “ t-tooooji!” the man wastes no time zeroing in back on your clit like he was starved. his tongue sways in skilled directions, and your legs ache with the sweet heat of your orgasm rising up. you fist hair to grind your hips down greedily, but toji doesn’t complain. instead, he pulls you closer by the ass while moaning into your pussy. the vibrations shooting chills all over your body. “ it’s so… ‘m gonna cum, toji please!”

“ then cum,” he pulls back once again, spitting on your bud degradingly. “ make a mess on your toji’s face, i know ya want to.” he says, and it’s not long before he’s resuming back on his feast.

him referring to himself as yours made you throb all over, back arching and expression furrowed. his index and middle fingers never stop their motions against your g-spot. you feel yourself squeeze down on his long fingers, inviting and holding them in hostage. lines of your arousal trails down his palm, his wrist and further.

suddenly, he nibbles, albeit gently on your clit activating your gushing orgasm. your thighs tremble around his head, sparks of electricity shoot up your body, and through haze, you watch as you coat his lower face in your slickness— to which, he tries to catch some in his dangerous mouth. once you come down, he pushes your body above him and drags his drenched fingers out your overly wet sex.

“ you like that, girl? squirtin’ all over your man’s face?” he asks to which you nod. your slickness going beyond his chin and on his neck catches your attention.

a harsh hand gives your cunt a wet slap. “ atta fuckin’ girl. so cute.”

☆ GETO SUGURU

“ you look so gorgeous, baby. it’s hard for me to keep my hands off you.” suguru murmurs against your neck while his hands move in fevered patterns across your chest. his eyes were hypnotized by the trance of your recoiling ass hitting his lap with rhythm. “ d-don’t blame me.”

you’re going to blame him— how can you not? your sundress is lazily bunched around your hips, giving suguru a full erotic show of your hole engulfing him from behind, and your hair is evidently disheveled compared to what is was when you first came to your date spot. there’s no doubt in your mind that the sundress theory is true.

“ suguru…” you bite back a moan when his cock reaches an ever deeper angle, at least your the one with the courtesy to keep your moans down. “ yer’ too loud. keep it up a-and i’ll stop.” and suddenly, his hands turn your hips as a way to keep you close to him.

“ ‘m sorry. just feels… s’good.” he cranes his head back while biting his lip, his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows down his booming moans. geto is a mess but you feel so warm against him. your continuous bouncing on his lap as your velvet walls contracts around his shaft makes suguru feel as if he were trapped— and your currently outside.

another moan tumbles out of his mouth and you feel your skin vibrate. warningly, you slam against his pelvis rather harder than your last thrusts. “ fuck— this pussy is so sloppy f’me. c-can’t help it.” your euphoric cunt has him squeezing his eyes in self-doubt.

“ so i’ve heard.” you lean your body back, hooking one arm around the back of his neck while the other rests on your ankle. your not entirely worried about your own orgasm, since your in public, giving your clit it’s attention will make it wholly visible about what your doing in the first place— well, that’s if someone were to walk past the tree your mingling bodies were behind.

you bring him into a soft kiss, body sexily moving in waves on top of his. calloused fingers creep their way to your front, giving your clit its deserved attention for working hard; making all the doubt about getting caught swipe away with every motion of his fingers.

“ someone’s g-gonna see— suguru, stop!” despite your words, you do nothing to push him off.

“ there’s barely anyone here. let me give my lady her orgasm she deserves.” he moves his head down to sink his teeth in the joint where your shoulder and neck connects. moments later, you began to pick up your pace and suguru’s not too far behind with his fingers. “ growing desperate. huh, babe?” he remarks as if he wasn’t moaning with no shame.

your thighs tremble with fatigue when his tip shudders against your sweet spot. he’s close, as if you didn’t get the hint from him whispering it in your ear. with a few more bounces from your body, his breath hitches and suddenly you feel a warm flush wash over your body. “ o-oh shit.” his jaw ached from how hard it was clenched and the muscles in his thighs flex. his fingers on your clit threaten to slow their pace but you pull his wrist closer. “ my dick feels like it’s gonna fall off…” he huffs out.

“ cummin, sugu, h-hold on!” your voice slightly picks up volume. digging your nails in his wrist, you try to bring him closer as your orgasm was just right there. “ i- i’m there, suguruuu!” you feel crashes of exhilaration and fulfillment push your body forward. there’s a pause in the air while your body’s come from their highs. only then when you come down to earth, you sit and realize the situation you were in. body’s all sticky with sweat and obviously tampered, not too mention his dick is the plug that’s keeping cum from spilling on the picnic blanket below.

he breaks the silence. “ wanna continue with our date?”

“ how about we go home…”

special thank you to my jassy for beta reading 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 LOVE YA WIFEYYY !

tagging: @thebimbopalace , @shaguro & @freakytoru enjoy! 🙂‍↕️

#𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐒 📝 #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo smut #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #nanami smut #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x reader #toji smut #geto suguru x reader #geto x reader #geto smut #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk smut

[ckhaine]

⛧ inked.

pairings. soft dom!jungkook x reader genres. smut [m]

“I told her if she love me she’ll get my name tattooed on her booty,”

warnings. vulgar language, jk js loves ass, ass slapping, both having a tattoo of each other's names, doggy ♡, unprotected sex (but he pulls out, be like jk)

( ckhaine ) hi, first post on here. enjoy, lemme know your thoughts :) ... do me a favour and ignore spelling/grammar mistakes if you spot one

© ckhaine 2024.

“C’mon baby, be patient f’me,” he says, voice smooth and deep. Jungkook rubs his thumb over the cursive tattoo of his name right under your plump cheek, tonguing and nudging his lip piercings at the sight.

You got a tattoo of his name about two weeks ago, having it in a pretty, cursive font. You love it, Jungkook does too.

It’s the first, and only, tattoo you have and will ever get. Jungkook has a sleeve on his right arm, and you think it’s beautiful, but you never considered decorating your skin with ink.

However, whenever you saw your name on a specific part of his wrist, you were only pushed closer to getting one. Just for him. Now that you have one, it’s become one of Jungkook’s biggest fixations.

“Arch your back.” He urges, a large palm on your ass, the other stroking your smooth back. You obey, arching your back more, until you feel the hand that was on your back push your head against the pillows. “Look how pretty you look, hm? My pretty baby.” He smiles, dropping a kiss on your shoulder blade.

You moan, slightly pushing yourself back to feel your rear against his pelvis, growing frustrated by the thin fabric hiding his rock-hard cock. “Mmf—please. Need you in me, so bad,” you plead.

Gladly, he’s not all that bad⎯so he pushes down his Calvin Klein boxers with a hand, his thick cock springing up, pearls of pre-cum dripping from the tip. “Yeah? Need this lil’ pussy filled?” He asks, pressing his thumb against your entrance. “Mmm, yes, ‘m so empty.” You breathe out.

So cute, Jungkook could only think, shoving two fingers into your dripping hole, effortlessly caressing your g-spot, curling his fingers and sliding out, pushing them back in right before they leave your cunt. “So wet, baby,” Jungkook says, voice diverting into a low moan. “Mhm, jus’ for you, baby,” you state.

“Good girl.” He sighs, fingers parting from your pussy to replace them with his cock, tapping the fat tip against your folds, rubbing up and down. Fescennine noises fill the bedroom, emitting a loud moan from you when it latches onto the rim, sinking into you slowly. “Shit.” You respire, jolting when a smack lands on your poor, plump cheek. “Language.” Jungkook reminds, harsh and strict.

You could easily cum right here, right now, but you know better. You tip your head back, biting your lip and bouncing on his cock, the sounds of his balls against your ass loud.

You’re more than turned on by the sounds of his grunts, whispers and praises, along with the wet squelching of your pussy. “Sorry,” you whisper. He gives you an approving hum, leaning forward, chest brushing against your back and bottoming out, to press a kiss on your neck.

“You’re so pretty, y’know that? Such a pretty lil’ thing,” he says.

Soon enough, he’s pounding you into the mattress, lidded eyes shifting between your fucked-out expression, and the ink of his name on your ass. His breathy moans and grunts mix with your dumb blabbers, feeling you release your built-up high, to which he follows right after, pulling out and stroking his thick, swollen shaft.

He shoots his heavy load, getting his cum all over your rear, back and on that tattoo.

#ckhaine 𓃭 #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook fic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook imagine #jungkook smut

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Untitled

Pairings: Takemichi x reader

Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom!Takemichi, rough sex, dacryphilia, pillow princess Michi, dirty talk, daddy kink, degradation

Genre/Format: Smut; Oneshot

Tagging: @wazabii @hxpel3s5-slxxt (if you'd like your tag removed please lmk!)

Author's Note: Not requested of me specifically, but I did promise to write a lil something something featuring Michi and rougher sex. So, here it is!

“Aah-!” Another shrill scream bounces off the walls of his bedroom, proceeded by a sharp slap.

Your ragged panting is barely audible over the sound of your hips beating Takemichi's ass — his skin turning an even deeper shade of pinkish red with every collision.

“Fuck, haha... look at you, baby,” you rasped, “look at you taking me nice 'n deep like that. I told ya you'd be able to handle this dick.”

The words didn't quite make it past his lips, instead turning into a whimper that tumbled out when Takemichi tried to protest. He's always so coy — "nooo it won't fit! You're way too big!" he'd say, despite the fact that you regularly wreck his holes. I mean, yeah, you were pretty thick down there, but your partner has proven time and time again that that's not much of a problem.

Even now, as his nails dig into his sheets and tears stain them, Takemichi's walls grip you like a vice; pulling your cock further inside with every motion. And the way his once coherent speech turns into babbles, all because you're rearranging his insides? Priceless.

“Ah fuck-! Mm yeah, take it, baby. Take daddy's cock-” It's all the little slut can do to keep his hips up in the air; his legs may as well have become jelly at this point with the way his thighs shake when you pull back — nearly pulling out — then snap back as if there's some magnetic pull between you two.

Your little pillow princess is full-on sobbing as his teeth grind against the fabric of his sheets. Yet another slap to his ass and Takemichi somehow cries harder, getting choked on his own spit.

Meanwhile, you have been holding back, desperate not to cum just yet so that you can stay inside your lil princess for a while longer. But that ache deep inside of you has only built up, exacerbated by Takemichi's tight hole wrapped around your dick. If only he didn't feel so fucking good, then maybe tonight could last a little longer...

“Gonna fuckin' cum... Hah... Where does my little whore want it, huh?”

No response. Only a drawn out whine where Takemichi's face is buried in the mattress.

You can't stifle the laugh that comes out of your mouth. “Inside it is, then. Ngh-!”

With a few more deep thrusts, you finally explode inside your partner — gushing white, hot ropes that fill him up as you grab a handful of his hair and push his head down further, cutting off the pathetic thing's oxygen for a moment.

“O-ooh shit... haha... damn, baby, you took everything I had, didn't ya?” You tease, exhaling the breath you'd held in during your climax.

Your hands slid down your darling's back, moving towards his hips to rub soothing circles on the skin, then roaming over more of his smaller body — Takemichi's breathing steadies as you do this, gradually calming down until his muscles release their held tension. After a moment, you pull out, leaving your partner's hole gaping, as you usually do, and leaking a fat glob of your cum.

Rolling over onto his side, Takemichi searches for your hand; which you happily oblige him, and meet his touch. Your thumb brushes over his knuckles and you lean down to kiss them before laying down next to him.

“You ok?”

He nods. “Mhm... felt really nice...”

A smile spreads across your face as you watch him blink lazily; best to help him over to the bathroom before he falls asleep, or before you fall asleep, for that matter. And after you're both cleaned up and relaxed, you'll have a little rest together.

Before you roll over and out of his bed, you place a tender kiss on Takemichi's forehead, giggling along with him.

#my writing #requested #hanagaki takemichi #takemichi smut #takemichi x reader #takemichi x male reader #sub takemichi #tokyo rev smut #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x male reader #male reader #dom reader #top reader #dom male reader #sub male character #oneshot

[devotekuna]

Satoru adored his daughter, doing anything to make her happy even if it meant emptying his wallet for a plushies shed forget about in a matter of days.

"Papa! I want it" the white haired girl pointing at the claw machine filled with marine animals plushies. Her little blue frilly dress blowing in the wind, which matched her father's zip up fleece and baggy jeans. Looking down at her as he took his hands out of his pockets. "You want the plushie?" Confirming as he picked her up, her little hands cupping his cheek as she pointed to the specific white seal which stood out to her. "I want it! Papa" kicking her legs at his torso as she sat on his arm. "I'll try my best" smirking as he put her down, knowing that he'd get her that plushie no matter what.

He was already down £20, already stressing as he tried to get that stupid plushie, if only she wasn't so demanding on which one she wanted, maybe if she chose one closer to the exit hole it would've been easier, but this one was in the very center, not even moving an inch closer as it always dropped before the exit hole was even in site.

"Are you sure you want this one?" Trying to persuade her, he was sick and tired of it, having to stand around as his daughter tugged on his jeans. Plus he was supposed to be meeting you in 15 minutes. "I want that one! You promised." Pouting as she realised that she would never get it. "Are you really sure?" He didn't want to be doing this for so long. Nodding as she almost started to tear up, sighing as he took out another note, feeding it into the machine as he focused on the plush toy.

After a grueling 20 minutes at the machine, he had finally gotten it, the way she shot up as soon as she saw the seal fall into the hole. "You did it!" Hugging his leg as she was too short to give him a proper one. Stuffing the empty wallet into his pocket as he picked up the seal, he never wanted to see that machine again, it probably gave him wrinkles from the stress.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen drabbles #jjk x reader #jujutsu sorcerer #jjk drabbles #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo jjk #gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen gojo #satoru gojo #jjk gojo #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen satoru #gojo saturo #jjk satoru #satorugojo #jujutsu satoru #gojou satoru x you #jjk gojou #gojou x reader #jjk fluff #devoutkuna works #ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴜᴛᴋᴜɴᴀ

[alphajocklover]

Alpha with a Capital A: Sexuality

Most people assume that Alphas are straight. It makes a sort of sense to afterall. Alphas are the pinnacle of masculinity, and are defined by their dominance over others. They’re the straight male ideal, the stud that every straight guy wants to be. It’s natural to assume that, like with many animal species, the largest most attractive male, the Alpha, gets first choice of mates.

It also makes sense to assume that Alphas are gay. Alphas surround themselves with men, and have a culture that reeks of androphila. They use their powers on men more often than women and definitely aren’t afraid to get up close and personal with another man.

The thing is that both assumptions are wrong. They treat Alphas with ideas of human sexuality, and although they have a lot in common with us, Alphas aren’t truly human. No human can do what they do. Sure, there are Alphas out there who are purely straight or purely gay, but much like how a majority of regular humans are straight, a majority of Alphas subscribe to a specific sexuality too. None.

That’s not to say Alphas are asexual. That’s possible but very, very rare, since their dominant nature is almost inherently sexual. They have no sexuality because alphas rarely use labels. If forced to choose (which an Alpha never is because they are never forced to do anything they don’t want to) an Alpha would probably describe themselves pansexual or omnisexual. For an Alpha a hole is a hole. They don’t worry about fancy labels or shit, they just like what they like, and they always get it.

What’s really interesting is how those under an Alphas influence, their betas, experience sexuality. Just like most things for a beta, it’s decided for them by the Alpha. It’s one of the things that Alphas can more easily change too. If they want one of their betas to love something specific in the bedroom, or to fit a specific mold, the beta will. And the sexuality of a fully controlled beta can change as quickly as the Alphas desires do. If an Alpha wants to watch a formerly homophobic beta become obsessed with sucking cock, they get to. If an Alpha wants to see a couple of gay betas who used to boyfriends turn into pussy obsessed straight bros, they will. When it comes down to it, gender has nothing to do with the sexuality of an Alpha or a beta. For them, dominance is much more important.

#alpha with a capital a #straight to gay #gay to straight #muscle tf #reality change

[imthepunchlord]

Rewatching Timebreaker, in hindsight to knowing what the watch is, this intro to it makes it so weird.

Specifically the watch's ability to make a hologram.

Assuming this watch was always planned to be the Rabbit Miraculous, does that mean that all Miraculous can make holograms? Or have some unique minor ability they can do and this is what the Rabbit can do?

Which, for something related to time travel, it's kinda random.

Unless Rabbit wasn't planned to have time traveling powers, but potentially, originally was the illusionist instead of Fox.

Which wouldn't be too much of a stretch for Rabbit.

White rabbits are an iconic animal that's tied to magicians, who are expert illusionists.

To add to it, the rabbit is tied the trickster archetype. Europe has tied rabbits to other-worldliness and the fae. And there is an Indian fable of the Clever Rabbit and the Foolish/Hungry Lion. Where the Lion decreed all animals were to sacrifice themselves so he can eat, and when it was the Rabbit's turn, the Rabbit told the Lion that there was another lion nearby, and led the Lion to a well/watering hole and pointed to the reflection in the water. The Lion drowned trying to fight his reflection, saving the Rabbit and other animals from being devoured.

Which a reflection can count as another illusion.

This can even work off Alice in Wonderland as illusions can be tied to dreams, and they can be creative and surreal and strange.

As for the time motif, it can play off time is an illusion.

So IF that watch was always planned to be the Rabbit Miraculous, I wonder if it was originally the illusionist instead of the time traveler; as the ability for the watch to make a hologram is just so random.

As for Fox, given that Volpina "the False Fox" was an illusionist, there was a possibility that the actual Fox wasn't. And Thomas Astruc had confirmed that Pied Piper was a Fox (hence the flute).

Potentially, Fox originally had a power of hypnosis or subconscious manipulation through music, also working off how music can influence you.

Which this ability is what I associate Pied Piper with more than illusions, and it would work better off Fox playing the flute to use the power, as playing it to make illusions is a weird choice. Anyone hearing that music would know an illusion is coming, but not so if the music could enthrall you and influence how you perceive the world, what you register.

To add to it, this can work off the 9 tailed foxes too, I have read that some did have the ability to hypnotize; this can also work off that infamous ability to possess a target, taking over another.

A lot of this is just speculation though.

It's hard to say if the watch even was always planned to be a Miraculous, if the Zodiac were even always planned. Some things just feel like they rolled out and there were definite changes that had been made, some of which I'm sure were done to keep to the status quo easier and not drastically change up the story (like Mayura was built up to be a bigger bad and bigger threat, actually be HM's boss, but nah, that'd change up too much, can't have that).

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous speculation #miraculous theory #rabbit miraculous #fox miraculous

[doctorbunny]

A little speculation about Corpse Disposal and J-horror

But I'm a little bored so sharing a part-theory, part-headcanon on Muu and Rei

So we unfortunately don't see much of Rei in "Its not my fault" but I want to point out three key times we do

The first time we see Rei in the MV, is her wet sleeve (we know its not Muu because Muu wears a pink jumper under her blazer)

Then, after a lot of bug stuff, we're finally back in the real world, where Muu has just killed her Post-After Pain. In INMF, we don't see the surroundings as well, just the dirt track and bushes. But in AP, we see this is right next to a rushing river (Muu's undercover card also features a bridge as a landmark)

The next time we see Rei after her corpse, is a flashback to the start where she turns the hourglass over. Then it cuts just further back to before Rei stood up - as she pulls herself up off the floor She's alive and absolutely soaked after a session of intense bullying (which we saw Muu insert herself into in AP)

However, I want to now switch a little to talk about cinematography and a concept called the Kuleshov effect The video I linked is pretty concise but the gist is that if you put two shots next to each other, even if they were filmed separately, the brain interprets it as a continuous scene (so if you film a character looking off screen, then a picture of an apple on a table, we're going to assume they're looking at the apple)

Therefore while we understand chronologically that the sequence of events is Rei (wet and alive) -> Rei's murder on dry land ↺ Flashback to Rei still wet and alive Which I think everyone understood as a commentary on how this power struggle was a constant cycle of the hourglass being turned over

I think visually, it also implies a sequence like Rei was bullied -> Muu kills her -> Sopping wet, Rei crawls back to the classroom

But wait! That sequence suggests a missing step How did Rei get wet again?

Well, we know Muu killed her next to a river And if you were a scrawny teenage murderer with a body on your hands, would you leave it there where someone could see it while you grab a shovel and stand in broad daylight digging a hole in tough ground??? Or try lighting a fire in public??? Of course not!

It'd be much easier for Muu to, in a panic, just roll her body into the convenient river and let all the evidence wash away!

(Of course, if Muu was panicking, she might not have been very careful. Given she ended up in MILGRAM, there must've been something tying Muu to Rei's death and in T2 Muu seems to have finally remembered losing her left shoe...)

Fun fact: this is the same shoe Cinderella loses in the animated Disney film (and the best known version of that story came into English from France)

Shoe break over, back to the Endless Queen's Game

So, if we assume Rei's corpse was thrown in the river, what does it matter? Its just a pointless headcanon

But I speculate the meaning goes deeper!

So that image of Rei, soaking wet, crawling off the floor reminded me of something: J-horror ghost girls! Specifically the most famous of ghost girls Samara/Sadako Who became a vengeful spirit after being thrown in a well and now crawls out of TVs to kill people who watched her VHS tape

Her story too is a cyclical one (its called 'Ring' for a reason), the only way to break the curse is to copy the tape and have someone else watch it, who will then become the victim unless they can themselves copy the tape and show it to another unsuspecting patsy

The story goes back further because this movie is based on a novel, which is based on the legend of 番町皿屋敷 Banchou Sara Yashiki. There are many versions but generally a maid girl Okiku is proposed to, and when she rejects the proposal, her master breaks one of ten plates and promises to forgive her if she marries him. When she declines again, he beats her to near death then throws her into a well (sometimes it's a jealous mistress instead of a master)

Interestingly, Atrophaneura alcinous (swallowtail butterfly) larvae found in Japanese wells became known as Okikumushi お菊虫 (Okiku bugs), tying back to the whole insect thing...

It's been said a bunch now, but the name 'Rei' can be read as 霊 meaning ghost (seen in words like Yuurei 幽霊, a more common word for ghost than Rei on its own)

We know Muu is afraid of ghosts too (though I must admit she says Obake, not yuurei, but both words refer to ghosts)

Remembers the i/井 in Sakurai/櫻井 can be read as 'well' I'm sure that has nothing to do with anything

Uh, I can't think of a conclusion because its 1 am and I had to look up a bunch of spooky images

TL;DR: I think Muu may have quickly shoved Rei's body into the river next to where the murder happened (maybe forgot her shoe at the scene of the crime) and now she's scared by the cycle continuing and Rei coming back to haunt her

#muu kusunoki #rei milgram #haruka sakurai #milgram #ミルグラム #milgram theory #I can't fit it in the post but isnt it funny how Rei and Muu's lives revolve around cycles #then Rei dies of blood loss after a sharp pain in her abdomen

[tossawary]

Ended up thinking about "Dragon Age" again, specifically mostly DA2 and time travel fics. I think Hawke is the second-easiest DA protagonist for an author to throw backwards in time or into another dimension (the first is the Inquisitor, whose game has canonical time travel), because Hawke potentially getting abandoned in the Fade in DAI is an excuse for anything to happen.

More importantly, I think Hawke is the FUNNIEST protagonist to throw back in time for a redo, because they're not put in charge of Solving The Apocalypse for the majority of their game. The Warden and the Inquisitor are dealing with kingdoms, with the Blight and the Breach, whereas Hawke is "just" dealing with a city state and spends most of their initial time there fucking around trying to support their family. But WHAT a city. Hawke would have to go back and deal with fucking Kirkwall again in all its early, awful glory, a real powder keg waiting to blow.

The amount of time spent in Kirkwall and its incredibly violent game missions isolated to this one location across nearly a decade gives it so much character that, to me, it's perhaps the most entertaining DA location to explore as a place where ordinary people actually live (though, admittedly, many places in Thedas are fucking terrible), and Hawke's tragic relationship with that place as its hero is fascinating to think about. Hawke would have a lot to feel sad about, coming back to this strange place, with both good things and bad things undone, but I find it amusing to imagine that Hawke also actually missed this terrible place and its peculiar version of normal.

Here's a 400 word ficlet of how I imagine Hawke's reunion with Kirkwall going. I don't intend to write a full fic, it's just a scene that came to me with surprising clarity while out on a walk, despite how long it's been since I played a DA game.

KIRKWALL (AGAIN)

Garrett looked over the dark streets of Kirkwall and had to wipe a tear away from his eye. "This place is a shit hole," he said, in the same tone of awe others used for incomparable beauty. 

In front of them, a drunken sailor holding a bottle of whiskey and singing a terrible rendition of the already terrible song "What Do You Do With A Tranquil Blood Mage?" wobbled into a vegetable cart. This caused several turnips to bounce across the cobblestones. The cursing grocer picked one of them up, yelled, "WATCH WHERE YOU'RE WALKING, YOU DOG-FUCKING BLIGHTER," and threw it at the drunken sailor, whose head was saved by the fact that he lurched over to throw up in an alleyway, and the vegetable smashed into the side of a house instead. 

Inside the house, there was a crash, and then the shutters of an upper window flew open, revealing a naked man holding a crossbow. He yelled, "I'LL HAVE YOUR BALLS FOR A NECKLACE, YOU POINTY-EARED COCKSUCKERS," despite the fact that no one nearby was an elf, and then fired at the street below him. His crossbow bolt lodged into a wooden message board, which was mostly covered in old, vandalized paper posters for the Blooming Rose and other like-minded establishments, and the quivering "crossbow bolt" was revealed to be a rusty fork tied to a butter knife with strong, covered in sparkly white and blue powder that glowed slightly. It matched the other mismatched cutlery already embedded in the wood there. 

The naked man with the crossbow slammed his shutters closed again. The people on the streets had ducked or raised a shield, but now easily went back to their business, apparently unsurprised and unworried. An old woman crouched down to the ground and stuffed the thrown turnip into the basket over her arm, then hastily walked away with her free loot. 

"I missed this city so much," Garrett said, and even he was a little horrified that he meant it so sincerely. There was no need for Carver to look at him like that. 

#tossawary dragon age #fic ideas #hawke #spoilers #hawke time travel au

[cutewebgraphics]

Can you list the websites where you get your graphics from?

Hello!

I had another question like this and wrote a big long answer & when I went to save it as a draft, it disappeared!!! X_X I'll do my best to write it out again!

I don't actually know how I do it... I go into a blind haze and wake up hours later with dozens of tabs open and hundreds of graphics in my downloads. Not really, but it feels like it sometimes ^^'''

Usually, I start out by reverse image searching a graphic I already have on image search engines like Google Images, Yandex, etc. and opening a bunch of sites that host that same graphic, or by going into the 'similar images' section and looking for interesting graphics, thumbnails and sites that way. I look out for text-hosting (blogging, fanfiction) sites, self-hosted websites, forums and foreign language sites - I find a lot of my favorites from Japanese, Hindi and Italian-speaking sites in particular! From there I look for hyperlinks to other sites and start going down rabbit holes. I avoid popular image-hosting sites like Giphy and Pinterest, as well as popular English social media sites like Twitter and Instagram.

Text-hosting sites like Wattpad and Asianfanfics are good for finding organized collections of graphics, mainly layout-related graphics like dividers, headers and footers.

I find a lot of my decorative text on forums.

Blogging and foreign social media sites (especially Japanese as Japan invented emoji and decomail!) support .GIFs more often and I find a lot of tiny inline-sized pixels there.

Personal sites are great for doll collections!

Finding specific user accounts on these sites and pawing through their post history, uploads and friends is my favorite way to find little 'gold mines'. I sometimes also enter a general query into image search engines i.e. 'christmas divider pixel say' and filter by Colour -> Transparent and Type -> Animated (Google Images) to look for graphics and sites that way, but I find it to be quite surface-level and don't get a lot to chew on.

I also have a (neglected...) Discord server with a tiny lovely community of people that share their finds, help others find specific graphics, troubleshoot and pass around interesting websites and tools with one another. I've been a bit absent from the Discord during the school year but want to swallow the social anxiety & become more active now...!

I hope this helps give a rough idea of my process, but it really isn't a science and is more just glorified web-surfing x) Have fun!

#mail #alwayssacred #Thank You all for the birthday wishes in my mailbox as well!!! I may not post them all but I see them and am very grateful. <3

[mumms-the-word]

Illithid Souls - Part 3

The Case Studies: Karlach and Gale

Welcome to the third and final part of this wild deep dive rabbit hole monstrosity that is the three-part series about illithid souls and whether mind flayers, or specifically you as a mind flayer, have a soul.

If you read Part 1 and Part 2, then you know that yes, illithids have souls, they're just different souls that the gods don't recognize as souls because they're non-apostolic, or incapable of divine worship (as opposed to being apostolic like most humanoid souls). You now also know that you turning into a mind flayer is a bit of a special case because of the Netherese magic in the tadpoles, and this might be why you retain more of your soul than normal mind flayers would.

Also, a quick reminder of the two theories we're working with here: Theory 1 is that when someone becomes a mind flayer they essentially just die and their (apostolic) soul moves on to the Fugue Plane and the mind flayer body just gets a new illithid soul from somewhere. Theory 2 is that when someone becomes a mind flayer their soul is transformed and altered into an illithid soul, which remains tethered to the mind flayer body. BG3 seems to operate more on the Theory 2 side of things, but as we'll see with Karlach and Gale, it's more complicated than you think.

So let's deep dive, shall we?

The Case of Karlach

I'm going to be candid here and say that the mind flayer ending for Karlach makes me really sad, even knowing that there's a very high chance that her soul is mostly intact and she is mostly still Karlach. But there's no denying she's at least a little different, though the game tries to comfort us otherwise after she transforms.

Narrator: *She is transformed. Her body is no longer hers, but her eyes, her heart - she is still Karlach, for now. Only - there's a hunger in her eyes that wasn't there before.*

That "for now" is rather ominous, isn't it? But we have enough evidence from Tav/Durge/other Origins and Orpheus to suggest that the likelihood of her retaining her memories and her personality is very high. In fact, when you talk to her during the epilogue, she does seem mostly the same, though her language has mellowed out to a more formal tone and she speaks less colloquially (and swears less and less).

If you talk to her immediately after she transforms, she marvels that she's still "herself" but also "more," which again reinforces that we all get to be special mind flayers who don't completely lose our souls. But I think there are some interesting lines in this dialogue:

Karlach: This is wild. I'm myself but... but more. Player: I don't like the sound of that. Karlach: Don't worry, soldier. It's still your old pal under all this purple. But suddenly 'I' am different than I ever knew. And my engine, it's... it's... silent. No heat. No gears. Still there, but no longer threatening to explode. Soldier... Player: I guess turning into an illithid has its perks. Karlach: Here I thought I was making a sacrifice. Thank the gods I'm a noble fuck! Shit. I'm gonna be all right. I get to be alive. I get to stay. As a hideous monster, sure. But one that can feel. Think. Live. But I'm still myself. And I know what our mission is. I'm glad I get to the do the honours.

Karlach reiterates over and over that she's still herself, but you can literally hear the change in her voice. Where normally her tone and volume would be boisterous, loud, and energetic, she's now calm and mellow, even when she's swearing. Her tone here is more one of wonder. It isn't just the internal and external fires that have calmed down, her overall demeanor seems "cooler" too.

Also, in her romance ending just before the epilogue, where you're both in the Elfsong Tavern room, you can mention that she does seem a little altered.

Player: I still love you, Karlach. I still want to be with you. Karlach: I love you too. Before, that love was an irrepressible inferno. Now it is a calm, cool object of beauty. Player: I can see you're still yourself, but there's something else in there too. An illithid calm. Karlach: Maybe you're right. I feel less... changeable. Less afraid. I feel ready for whatever is to come.

It doesn't tell us much, but it does reinforce that when we or any of our companions turn into a mind flayer, we likely retain a lot of our former personality, but in a much more calm, even-keeled kind of way. Again going back to the idea that our soul is still there, still mostly the same, but has been made a bit more illithid.

What is more interesting for Karlach, specifically, is her discussion of her diet as a mind flayer. Remember what souls are allegedly made up of? Intelligence, personality, and what else?

Memories.

Karlach: For example, my favourite food used to be mutton chops. Do you know what it is now? Brains, soldier. Brains. Player: Comes with the illithid territory, I suppose. Karlach: True. But I've found ways to maintain my values while respecting that which I am - that which made it possible for me to live. I've made arrangements with a healer in the city. When a patient is beyond saving, but still able to speak for themselves, they're offered a choice. They can go as nature intends to take them. Or, when they're ready - when their goodbyes have been said, their affairs settled, and all that awaits them is pain - I relieve them. When I consume their brains, I am nourished by much more than the physical nutrition. Their memories - from birth to death - become part of me. I've lived hundreds of childhoods, first loves, marriages, feuds and friendships. I remember them all. And in this way, we all live on. Together.

There's so much to unpack here. One, she still remembers her values, even six months later, but is trying to negotiate her former humanoid values (and personality, I imagine) with her needs as a mind flayer. That seems very Karlach, through and through.

But then, when she consumes these dying patients' brains, she absorbs and retains their memories. I imagine their souls still go on to the Fugue Plane, because I highly doubt that mind flayers also consume souls when they eat brains, but it still leaves me with questions. Karlach isn't part of a hivemind, which normally circulates memories between each other, but she's becoming a similar kind of receptacle for memories, and only she is the one that contains them, rather than an entire hivemind.

I have to wonder how much something like constantly consuming and remembering memories that are not your own affects you as a person/creature. Does that eventually lead to a loss of self, as you begin to "live" multiple different lives? Or does it all count as mere knowledge?

In some ways this would put her in competition with any elder brains still out there, but she's also not collecting knowledge for the sake of knowledge. She's collecting memories and living them out in her mind, which is a certain kind of tragedy. She's literally living vicariously through these people because her mind flayer body is too scary to go out and about in, and she's making up for a decade of life she didn't get to live. She's alive, but she's not...living if that makes sense. And again...how long before all these memories start to change who she is?

(An aside. I really don’t think her eating brains and collecting memories keeps someone’s soul from moving on. If you use the spell Speak with Dead, you don’t call back an entire soul, but the corpse still has access to its memories. I think in this case, even though memories make up part of a soul, Karlach consuming brains and collecting memories is more like her downloading a copy of the memories for herself. The dead person likely still takes their own memories with them to the Fugue Plane, where they will be judged by Kelemvor or collected by their favorite deity. She’s just copy/pasting data, not transferring everything from one hard drive to another, if that analogy makes sense.)

This arrangement where Karlach consumes the brains of dying patients is expanded or clarified a bit if you're romancing her during the epilogue, and also includes a reference to souls as well.

Karlach: I can’t wait to say hello, but to be honest, I’m keen to visit the doctor before it gets too late. He said there’s a potential in his infirmary. A very old woman recently diagnosed with a wasting sickness. She seemed interested in what I have to offer. I’ll want to have a good long talk with her before we make an arrangement. Though if I’m being very selfish, I hope she’ll say yes. I’m absolutely famished - and think of all those memories. Player: Glad to hear. I was worried you were getting hungry. Karlach: I don’t hide it well, do I? Some things don’t change, even when everything else does. It’s funny. I’m hungry in my body, but in my soul too. That woman has lived a long life - births, deaths, love, misfortune. And if she agrees, I’ll be able to give her a dignified end, and remember it all in her honour.

Or if you go with a different option:

Player: I'm still not sure how I feel about this arrangement. Are you sure it's ethical to feed on the dying? Karlach: I'm sure of very little these days. But at least this way, I can live. And those who offer themselves to me can live on too. Births, first loves, marriages, losses - I remember them all and always will. Each memory I've consumed is of value.

It's just so interesting to me. One, her remark that she's eager to say hello but slightly more interested in chatting to a doctor about her next meal suggests that some elements of becoming a mind flayer are much harder to ignore. I imagine if she's hungry, she feels less like Karlach. (And I have thoughts, for another post, about whether she becomes "too fixated" on living when she's a mind flayer, given the cost of what it means to stay alive as a mind flayer.)

But she also says she's hungry in her soul. Her soul seems deeply interested in these memories, and I wonder if that's because memories are (or could be) part of souls themselves. Maybe the remark isn't really that deep, but she specifically connects the hunger of her soul to all the memories a long-lived woman will have. It's almost as if these memories nurture her soul, but it's unclear whether that is because it's somehow healing to see and "experience" life in ways she can't now that she's a mind flayer, or if it's because the memories have some kind of tangible effect on her soul/souls in general.

I suppose we won't know for sure. What we do know from Karlach's case, however, is that a great deal of the original soul (personality, memories, etc) seems to stick around even six months later, though there are noticeable changes in personality, such as an overall calm demeanor. There are also hints that consuming brains could lead to further changes down the road, but there's nothing really concrete. Just hints.

In the end, Karlach is still Karlach, and her soul still has plenty of elements of the original Karlach, even six months later. This is a good sign, but we can't completely ignore that her new body/mind as a mind flayer will necessarily mean some things have permanently changed. Whether you judge those changes as good or bad is up to you.

With that said, let's move on to the final and most mind-boggling case.

The Case of Gale

If you play a companion as an Origin run, the mind flayer decision typically works out the same way as Tav...unless you're playing as Gale. Gale gets some extra options at the end of the game.

This is mostly because Gale has perhaps the most apostolic soul that hangs in the balance, second only to Shadowheart, and her soul pendulum swings between Selûne and Shar. Gale, however, seems to be walking on a knife's edge trying to retain or earn back entry into Elysium, Mystra's domain in the Outer Planes. He's allegedly already been there, though not as a dead soul, so he knows what's at stake if his soul suddenly becomes non-apostolic or disappears.

In other words, Gale has a formerly Faithful apostolic soul, but he spends much of the game probably worried his soul will be judged as False when he dies (since he lost Mystra's favor) until Mystra offers her brand of forgiveness, which is essentially "if you sacrifice your own life, I'll let you into Elyisum again." It's a guarantee that he ends up in the afterlife he wants to be in. That's what Mystra's forgiveness really boils down to.

Now, this is a man who does not want to sacrifice his soul, and also (Netherese orb aside) does not want to die if his soul is going to be judged as False by Kelemvor rather than welcomed into Elysium as a Faithful soul. We know that Gale finds the Fugue Plane exceedingly depressing, so I can't imagine he has any desire to wander around it for any stretch of time, even if Mystra does eventually deign to invite him into Elysium. I'm sure the thought of becoming part of the Wall of the Faithless might as well be hell to him.

Gale: It’s a relief to be back in beautiful Faerûn. The dreariness of the Fugue Plane oppresses one’s soul so very quickly.

[mumm's note: yes my man died in service of a Tactician battle against Grym, but he got better]

It's a little surprising to see how adamantly Gale would prefer to choose the Netherese orb over letting himself or anyone he cares for become illithid. Look at some of what he says when he tries to offer the orb as an option for the final battle:

Gale: An easy proposition for the Emperor to make - 'become a mind flayer' - it has no soul to sacrifice. If it did - perhaps it would understand the weight of what it's asking of us. And why we might seek an alternative.

I couldn't get this next dialogue to trigger in my game, but in the same conversation as above you might potentially get the option to remind him about Mystra's offer to cure his orb condition, and even then he reminds you of the stakes that come with becoming a mind flayer.

Player: Mystra will cure you if we bring her the Crown of Karsus. You don't need to do this. Gale: To cure me of the orb, yes. But what of the guilt of allowing one of my friends to sacrifice their very soul and become illithid?

Now keep in mind, up to this point no one has shown any evidence that turning into a mind flayer won't actually mean the total destruction of one's soul. Up until now, the only evidence anyone has of an original soul remaining intact inside a mind flayer body is the Emperor (we have no frame of reference for who Omeluum was before he was a mind flayer), and most of the companions do not trust the Emperor one bit. So Gale genuinely thinks that becoming a mind flayer means your soul is either destroyed or changed so much that it's no longer you.

I mean, think about it. He's half expecting you to take the tadpole the Emperor offers and literally cease to exist. He's expecting to fight alongside a mind flayer who has, at best, your name and a few scraps of your memory, and at worst, no shred of you at all. Because again, up until this point in the game, none of them realize that they could become a special mind flayer who does actually retain most (if not all) of their soul, including their personality and memories.

Gale literally thinks that blowing up and going to the Fugue Plane is better than you or any companion becoming a mind flayer.

But that's in a companion run. Obviously, if you play him as an Origin, you can have him turn into a mind flayer as a different kind of ultimate sacrifice. The decision plays out the same as a Tav/Durge run or any other Origin run. But after the game ends, Gale gets unique dialogue if he (1) sacrifices himself or (2) does not sacrifice himself and goes to meet Mystra with the Crown in hand.

Any run of his sacrifice (aka, using the orb, regardless of whether or not he is illithid) results in Withers finding him in the Fugue Plane for a brief conversation. This conversation isn't much different if Gale is a mind flayer when he uses the orb, since all it does is add an extra option to their conversation that references being illithid ("One illithid for the whole of Faerûn seems like a fair trade to me," which replaces the option "One wizard for the whole of Faerûn...etc").

(An aside, I don't have an Origin Gale run so I can't test this, but I think if he ends his life on the docks as a mind flayer, the way Tav/Durge can with a knife got the stomach, then he just gets the usual Tav/Durge conversation with Withers about how his form has "something of the spirit" about him. See Part 2 if you're curious about that conversation.)

What this conversation with Withers reveals is how much control Mystra seems to have over his soul, especially if/when he's a mind flayer. If Gale decides to sacrifice himself using the Netherese Orb, Withers remarks about how surprising it is that Mystra hasn’t picked him up yet.

Withers: Who flickers there ‘twixt the shadows? Gale, who didst surrender his very self for the salvation of Faerûn. I feared I might not find thee here - that Mystra would have already plucked thy thread from the tapestry of fate. But she may wait a while yet.

It’s a little unclear if Withers uses “plucked thy thread from the tapestry of fate” to mean Gale gets to go to Elysium or something else, and it’s equally unclear whether Mystra waiting is a sign of displeasure or a sign that she is interested in sending Gale back to the Material Plane. She is capable of doing that, after all, and has frequently resurrected her Chosens, like Elminster, if it suits her.

But I highlight this conversation to show that you can get it as a mind flayer, and (if you are a mind flayer during this scene) that Mystra waiting isn't because he's a mind flayer and she can't find his soul. She waits for a minute regardless of whether he's illithid or not. But Withers is certain Mystra will be able to find Gale's soul, because he was able to find Gale's soul and recognize it as Gale.

So, not to harp on this again and again, but it's proof that turning into a mind flayer didn't destroy Gale's soul. It's still Gale's soul, even in the Fugue Plane, even if he's mind-flayer-shaped, and that soul is still capable of journeying to Elysium, should Mystra bother to find it wandering the Fugue Plane (or wherever he is).

But things are a little different if Gale decides to become a mind flayer and then goes to visit Mystra with the Crown of Karsus in hand. Keep in mind, Origin!Gale always has the option to face off against Mystra after the defeat of the Netherbrain, and this face-off is where he decides to hand over the Crown, become the god of ambition, or straight up try to fight Mystra.

However! If Gale is a mind flayer, he gets a secret fourth option.

If Gale goes to meet Mystra as an illithid with the Crown of Karsus and then gives up the Crown to her, Mystra offers to take Gale to Elysium with her. More than that, she offers to literally restore his humanity and cure him of illithidness.

Sort of.

Mystra: So, Gale of Waterdeep, you have become the inheritor of Karsus’ powers at last. What do you intend to do with them? Gale: I came to surrender them. The Crown, the Karsite Weave - take it all. Mystra: This offering cost you greatly. There is no hope in life as an illithid, devoid of soul and conscience. It is within my power to restore your soul, and your humanity, if you are willing to leave the mortal realms behind. Return with me, to Elysium.

No one else is offering this kind of deal to an Origin-turned-mind-flayer. Selûne and Shar don’t care if Shadowheart turns illithid, and Withers isn’t exactly offering to restore souls and humanity (or…mortalness?) to everyone else. This is a signifier of the sheer amount of power Mystra has, yes, but this also hints at some other things.

One, despite evidence of the contrary, Mystra is adamant that Gale-as-illithid is or would be “devoid of soul and conscience,” even though we know that that likely isn’t true (just see Karlach, Tav/Durge, etc). Perhaps Mystra is unaware that Gale is a Special Mind Flayer (seems unlikely), or perhaps she’s simply trying to convince Gale to come with her. After all, what she’s offering is still a kind of reward.

Then again, maybe Gale and/or Mystra fear the long-term effects of illithidness. Maybe over time he would become less and less like Gale, perhaps due to consuming memories, or other factors that come with being a mind flayer. Still, though, saying that his life would be "devoid of soul and conscience" seems like a massive stretch on Mystra's part.

But anyway, the reward for him turning into a mind flayer and giving her the Crown is a restoration of his humanity...but only in death.

Mystra: Return with me, to Elysium. Devnote: respectful - Gale sacrificed his humanity to achieve what she asked. If he’s willing to die on the mortal planes, she will restore his soul and body but in the heavens.

Now before I get to what happens if Gale agrees to this reward, I want to point out that Mystra herself sort of acknowledges that Gale isn't exactly devoid of soul and conscience if he refuses her offer. Here are some of the ways Gale can turn her down, with her answer to each option being the same:

Gale: [Option 1] Thank you, but no. I have someone waiting for me. Gale: [Option 2] Perhaps one day, but for now there is more I need to accomplish. Gale: [Option 3] Being an illithid has its advantages. I'm content as I am. Mystra: Then you are free to go with both my thanks and my promise - henceforth, your prayers will always be answered.

The whole idea of an apostolic soul is that it means the person is capable of worshipping a divine being, and this worship ncludes prayers. She might have said that him being illithid would mean he would be devoid of soul and conscience, but in nearly the same breath she promises to answer all his prayers. So she recognizes something of a soul within him. So why say he would be devoid of soul?

Of course, things get weird if Gale accepts her offer to be restored and go to Elyisum. If Gale agrees, then she fulfills her promise and even restores his place as one of her Chosen.

Gale: I crave nothing more. Take me to Elysium. Mystra: So be it. Gale of Waterdeep, Chosen of Mystra. Cinematic Tag: Mystra transforms Mindflayer Gale back to his human form (hollow) and grabs Gale’s hand. They return to Elysium.

This is wild to me. You see, originally when I started this project I thought I was going to be writing posts about how interesting it is that when you become a mind flayer, your soul is probably hanging out in the Fugue Plane or something, and eventually I’d suggest that Mystra is able to restore Gale’s soul to him because it’s already gone to her domain or she knows how to find it because he used to be so faithful to her. But none of that works now.

Because now I’m convinced that the Netherese tadpole changes everyone into a Special Mind Flayer whose soul is still present in their mind flayer bodies, just altered or transformed. So what’s up with this stuff from Mystra? She recognizes Gale as Gale even when he's a mind flayer and promises to answer his prayers, so clearly there's some kind of apostolic soul thing going on here. So why does she offer to "restore his soul," and also, why only in death?

She does say that she will restore Gale’s humanity, so now I assume that somehow her powers allow her to un-alter Gale’s soul so that it isn’t so illithid anymore. My idea is that she’s essentially restoring his soul to its former state and not, as we might otherwise infer, literally giving him his soul back, as if it were separate from his body. Gale’s soul is still in his mind flayer body, if all the rest of the evidence holds any water, so Mystra must have merely changed it back to the way it was.

quick picture break, this is from Northalix's video, linked below

Which makes me wonder, can a completely original, apostolic-type soul exist in an illithid body? Or does the body dictate that the soul must be somewhat illithid in order to be compatible?

Because the thing is, this deal comes with an ultimatum. She’s not going to let him go back to the mortal realms after she’s restored his soul. She probably could—she’s probably capable of doing that, if only by giving him a completely new body (she's done that before with Elminster). But she doesn’t. The cure comes with a cost. He only gets to be human again if he agrees to die completely and join her in Elysium. There is no undoing the illithid sacrifice, which seems more like a game limitation than a Mystra limitation (although we can certainly brainstorm reasons why Mystra would be so petty as to basically say "I can make you human again but only if you die completely.")

I want to point out that Mystra doesn't offer to let Gale come back to Elysium as a dead guy if he's not a mind flayer. Like, we don't get the sparkly ascension scene if he blows up with the Netherese orb, we get the Withers visit in the Fugue Plane. This Elysium offer is an illithid-only option. If he's not a mind flayer and he returns the Crown, she cures him of the Netherese Orb and sends him back. There's no option to join her in Elysium. Why is this an illithid-only option?

Also, just...I need you to watch the scene.

There's a lot that bothers me about this. One, the gestures she makes are the exact gestures God!Gale makes when he ascends Tav/Durge if they romanced him and agreed to become a god with him. Do with that what you will. But two...it just gives me the ick. This is a different kind of ascension for Gale. It's a restoration of his place in Elysium, but it ultimately means his premature death. If this is the route you take as him...it's hardly better than him sacrificing himself using the Netherese Orb without becoming a mind flayer. Only this time, we get to see the scene where he goes to Elysium, I guess.

It also massively complicates the whole idea that everyone gets to be a special mind flayer with a mostly-intact, mostly-apostolic soul. If the soul didn't change, why does Mystra need to "restore" it? And if it did change, why is Mystra the only one capable of un-changing it back to its original form (is it because he’s her Chosen and is/was so faithful)?And if such a thing is possible, why offer it and then say "but you're dead now"?

It seems as though her "fixing" Gale's soul was really just her...I don't know, separating it from his physical mind flayer body so the illithid anatomy wouldn't mess with it as much, and then dusting off his soul, which is now bodyless, and taking it with her to Elysium. I'm not saying that's what she did, but that's the weird vibes I get from this interaction. Like, there seems to be some kind of implication that you can't have a fully humanoid, apostolic soul housed within an illithid body. The soul has to be altered somehow to work with the illithid body.

So why not just give him a new body, Mystra??? Fix is soul and give him a new body! You’re absolutely capable of that!

I have so many questions.

Of course, keep in mind that Gale can reject her, obviously, and return to the mortal realms as a mind flayer. She does acknowledge that he has at least something of a soul that can pray to her so...I mean, there's that.

Anyways, what have we learned?

The Summary

With Karlach, we see that being a mind flayer does necessarily change parts of a person's personality (which, again, is part of their soul). Usually this results in a person seeming calmer, more mellow, less emotional than they normally would have been, but it does seem that for Tav/Durge, the companions, and Orpheus that turning into a mind flayer doesn't completely destroy their soul. It just seems to alter it a bit. In my opinion, the soul just becomes a tiny bit more illithid. Karlach’s case does leave us with questions about how “good” consuming and retaining so many memories might be in the long run, but as of six months post-ceremorphosis, she seems fine.

From Gale, we learn that apparently it's possible to restore or un-alter a partly-illithid soul so that it goes back to normal, but this power is extremely rare and likely relegated to the gods alone (or a particularly powerful Wish spell). We're also reminded that keeping recognizable parts of one's soul, like the personality and memories, is a huge surprise, because that's not how normal mind flayers work. We know this from Orpheus, but Gale just kinda reinforced it.

I guess we also learned that Mystra is a massive—but I should keep this civil. We all know what Mystra is.

It shouldn't come as a surprise that she's unwilling to accept Gale into her domain while he is still a mind flayer, even though his soul obviously would fit the bill based on what a soul is/does for the gods. He has a viable apostolic soul, it’s just mind-flayer-shaped!I'm sure Mystra thinks she's being magnanimous by offering him eternity as a human in Elysium, but I think it ultimately just shows how shallow she can be. Gale only gets to come back if he’s not mind flayer shaped.

And I think, deep down, Gale has always suspected that would be the case.

And on that familiar note, my friends, thank you for joining me on this excessively long deep dive into mind flayer souls and things we can learn from the game and the lore.

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If you made it to the end, congrats! More gold stars for you!

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If you read through all three parts and also made it to the end of this one, you are the real MVP and I wish I had stickers or achievements to give you so you can be like "I survived another three-part deep dive from mumm." But I don't even have a lousy T-Shirt to offer you.

You can have this random picture instead though :> it's my Tav Dani looking very unimpressed by the Emperor's offer of sexy times (sorry not sorry Empy, she's got a man and his name is Gale and she prefers him and all her friends to be tentacle-free)

Enjoy the lore and remember that it's all up to you to decide what you want to keep or reject! I'm just showing you what's out there!

Tags for those who wanted an update! @galesdevoteewife @stuffforthestash

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 meta #bg3 lore #bg3 deep dive #bg3 discourse #gale #gale dekarios #karlach #mind flayer #IT'S DONE #this is the wildest one I think and the one I wanted to write the most so #yay #why do I DO THIS to myself omg

[guilty-shot-au]

Okay, I have been meaning to say this for a while, because I think this is a noticeable problem in our community:

Every ask matters And yet there are NONE

Do you feel bored in this RP fandom?

Tired of browsing a rarely updating tag?

Notice how half the community is joining ask games?

Ever wonder why many OS RP blogs go almost completely inactive?

Notice how there's half a dozen boring and slow as hell arcs going on recently?

This is because many blogs get NO asks at all. Popular or not.

Even OS Game RP giants like @diginiko-asks and @nyat-a-cat (currently shadowbanned so ask @the-kerfus-machine ) can experience a complete lack of asks sent sometimes!

And we need YOU to send some to the blogs you follow!

No matter what you send, no matter if they get answered or not, having asks to answer is good for everyone!

If you find yourself constantly waiting for asks all day, without actually sending asks out yourself, you are a part of the problem!

This community thrives on interaction, not waiting!

Want to help this community? Want to improve people's days? Try sending three or more asks to random blogs a day!

Feel anxious to send asks? Nobody in this RP will do anything to you, and the characters do not reflect any of the blog runners intentions. Also, the anon option is there for a reason! Always remember that you have good intentions!

Feel like you will worsen someone's day by sending an ask? As long as you follow the rules set by the blog runner, you won't! At worst, it's a forgivable annoyance.

And if you are running an RP blog, remember: you are not obligated to reply to any asks sent, do not let this hobby cause you burnout.

"Oh, but I don't know who to ask!"

Just browse the "#OS game RP" tag, it's more effective than you might think at finding new blogs!

Check the blogs you follow, there's likely an RP blog or two you forgot about.

There's already large lists of OS game RP blogs out there, check out Mapmaker's interview list and the fifh masterpost!

"Oh, but I don't know what to ask!"

Here's some ideas:

Philosophy, hobbies, and specific preferences are simple topics to form questions in, and can tell a lot about a character!

Ask something as YOUR character! - Have a casual conversation between two different characters with someone else in a thread, share lore on the way, tell stories, and have fun!

Question some lore! - If you can ask something regarding a character's backstory, especially to fill in the potential plot holes, that can be very healthy for the writing side of running an RP blog!

A lot of blogs are actually fine with M!As, if they are simple or interesting!

Found yourself questioning or answering something interesting out of RP? Great ask!

Found something interesting in a quiz? That's a great ask idea!

Came up with something that would probably cause funny reactions? - Ask away!

Heard a silly question in general? Great! Guess who you can redirect it to!

Remember: Questions do not have to be complicated! Don't feel bad if something of yours does not get answered, because you had good intentions in the end!

But I am never going to tell you to send people random nonsense just for them to not have empty inboxes, so try to avoid:

Random memes/words - These are hard to work with and are unlikely to lead to interesting things.

Basic compliments - Most characters will probably say "thanks", unless they have a backstory for it.

Repeating jokes - No one's gonna have fun if you just send "Fifh" to Freeware entity for the 15th time without putting a unique twist on it.

Spam, NSFW, exc. - Just no.

In general, it's best to put thought in your asks.

If you have anything to state on the topic, please do so in the reblogs. I encourage you to check them.

Share this around and tell your friends to send out asks regularly!

Anyways good night, sleep deprived ramble over.

#os game rp #guilty-shot-news #guilty-shot-rps

[ima-mezz]

Let it be known I am actually obsessed with the differences and similarities in each Sherbert

Due to recent things I’ve been very much looking at hc!Sherb and Icarus. Specifically how both of them react to quixis stuff.

Icarus gets fully into it they want to save themself and the world around them from quixis no matter what it takes even if that includes putting complete faith in their father who has promised to be able to take it away, even if it means killing people. Even if it means other worlds are suffering. They have suffered so much by quixis’s hand the other worlds can figure it out themselves.

And then there’s Sherbert who’s in an entirely different world with no idea why or how they got there. Why they can die. They’ve gone through world after world, alone. But the world they’re in now means something. And it’s being messed up. By icarus. By quixis. They are confused and frustrated and scared. But they refuse to do anything that can make it worse. They would rather the holes and the wack to continue at a steady rate than ever risk making it worse for some other world. For some other version of them.

There’s just something about it ya know

#I hold them in my little hands so hard #I didn’t mean for this post to be this long actually but it’s chill #I have so many things to say about them #AND DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON IRL STUFF RIGHT NOW #I AM RUNNING CIRCLES AROUND MY ENCLOSURE FOR REAL #fsmp #fable smp #sherbertquake56

[paperbackribs]

Tags: steddie, getting together, featuring the chaotic friendship of Eddie & Dustin

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Steve's hands are already at his hips, “Eddie, what are you doing down there?”

Eddie glances up from the hole he’d dug in the woods beyond Steve’s backyard. Looking at the dirt nearly up to his shoulders he belatedly realises that he may have become a tad fixed on his big idea.

Dappled sunlight falls through the tapestry of foliage above and the chirping of birds nearby cheerily fill the lush landscape, but none of it seems to distract Steve from his concern as he squints down at Eddie.

“Where’s Dustin?” Eddie counters like he doesn’t currently resemble a cartoon villain digging traps for the native wildlife. He resists twirling an imaginary moustache over his bare upper lip, but Steve must have an idea of his thoughts because he squints suspiciously over his arms as he folds them.

“I don’t know,” Steve says slowly from high above, “should he be here while you create what looks like your own grave?”

Eddie props his arms over the lip, tilting his chin up and aiming for charming. Playful even. “Now, why would I do that, Stevie? Life is a magnificent thing, worthy of delight and whimsy.”

“Whimsy,” Steve repeats sceptically, “like you practically digging up my backyard. You know, someone could fall and sue me, right?” Despite his scolding tone, Steve bends to kneel on the ground, his delicious thighs by Eddie’s folded hands and head hovering over his.

Eddie flutters his eyelashes as Steve waits on him, nearly close enough to kiss if he would just tilt down a fraction. “You could get in here with me, make it so there’s no room for anyone else.”

Steve’s bright hazel eyes flash and Eddie wishes he could get a handle on whether it’s because of Eddie’s suggestive tone or if it’s that Steve is simply annoyed with his antics.

Just when the silences stretches for a second too long, enough that Eddie thinks Steve might lean forward, close the gap and take Eddie’s lips in what would surely be a spectacular first kiss, he instead smirks, slyly pushing a handful of loose dirt into the hole from the high mound above Eddie’s head. It rains over Eddie’s right shoulder, which he shrugs fatalistically — he’s fairly covered at this point anyway.

“Eddie, tell me why you’ve dug a hole near as tall as you by my backyard.”

“Or what, you’ll bury me with all the other bodies out here?”

“Something like that.” Another handful rains down and Eddie sighs, “It’s a compression hole.” Steve’s hand halts, “Like the socks?”

Eddie takes the opportunity to reach out and clasp Steve’s hand, ostensibly to stop it from pushing more dirt over his shoulders but really just taking the opportunity to touch Steve. Hold the warmth of his hand within his own, stroke the silken back of it with his thumb.

Eddie steals many moments like these and Steve always lets him, but he never knows whether it's because of Steve's generous nature or if it's because he wants Eddie touching him, specifically.

“Like the socks,” he agrees, eyes sharp as Steve’s cheeks flush a faint red. Yet he retains a sceptical mien about him so Eddie further explains. “Dustin has this book—”

Steve snorts, “Here we go.”

“Dustin has this book and it says that the Aboriginals from Australia have known for ages how to take care of deadly snake bites.”

“With a hole.”

Eddie is always fascinated to see the evidence of Steve’s smiles in the shine of his eyes, and he delights in being one of the few people who often brings out its brightness. “With a hole,” he agrees with a cheeky grin, happy at Steve’s amusement.

“Bit by a Red-belly then you're in the hole for x amount of days. By a King Brown then for an nth amount of days. Placed in the hole and buried up to your neck, the compression of it all works the venom safely through your system.”

He's sad to see those pretty eyes hidden from him as Steve closes them with a deep, bracing breath. “Eddie,” he begins in a warning tone, drawing his hand away, “is Dustin finding a poisonous snake to bite you with.”

“No, definitely not,” Eddie hedges but at Steve’s stern look he squirms, “because poisonous would mean that I can’t eat them?”

“Venomous then!”

Eddie thinks that maybe he’s losing his capacity to charm Steve if the ire rising in his eyes is anything to go by. He shifts uneasily on the hard dirt below him, feeling particularly trapped as Steve’s frown deepens while looking like he’s considering burying Eddie without the bite and definitely above his head.

The sounds of eager feet crunching over dry leaves and fallen branches sound behind Eddie and he tilts his head in time to see Dustin fly through the trees with a long, wriggling animal in his hands. “Found one!” He calls triumphantly, the curls around his face bobbing in excitement. There's a smudge across his cheek that Eddie suspects was made by crawling through the dirt and bushes to find his captured prey.

About twenty inches long, thin with yellow stripes framing its scales of green and brown, the garter snake wrapped around Dustin’s left arm tastes the air in front of it with its pink forked tongue. Simultaneously looking unhappy at being captured while utterly disinterested in the humans surrounding it.

Dustin’s face crinkles in confusion as Steve starts laughing behind Eddie’s back. “What? What is it?” He asks Steve who, Eddie looks over to see, has fallen back onto his butt, head tilted to the sky as he snorts and chuckles at the harmless animal Dustin has procured for their experiment.

“Never mind,” Steve waves an expansive hand towards the two of them, “carry on. As you were.” Humour dances over his brow and broadens his smile, “Here, I’ll even help. Pass it over, Dustin, I’ll throw the terrible monster at Eddie myself.”

It’s Eddie’s turn for his cheeks to flush now and he might be more embarrassed if it weren’t for Steve catching his eye, sharing a look of amusement with him rather than at him, and Eddie finds himself charmed by Steve Harrington once more.

It's not the first time and he knows that it won't be the last. Steve has had Eddie firmly wrapped around his little finger for far too long to say now, and Eddie's only waiting for the barest hint to step forward.

He sighs and turns back to Dustin, “Let the snake go, it’s a bust.”

Dustin opens his mouth to protest, but Eddie heads him off, explaining that the only creatures in danger of the carnivore in his hands are worms and maybe a mouse or two.

Eddie reckons that if Dustin were a mouse his tail would drop in disappointment right now, looking as sad as one can as he trudges away to release the snake in a safer place deeper in the woods.

He turns back to Steve to find him crouching now, braced with a hand outstretched towards Eddie. His eyes are still bright from his earlier laughter, but an invitation now winds its way through them.

“How about I help clean you up?” Steve asks in a dark murmur and Eddie lights up, finally finding an answer to the question that's been jittering in his heart.

“Why don’t you,” Eddie grins in agreement, clasping Steve back and pushing up to meet him halfway. As he scrambles out of the hole, Eddie pats the lip of its edge in affection as he continues to hold onto Steve’s hand. He silently thanks the soon-to-be-forgotten experiment and winds their fingers together, following Steve home.

💚 More steddie here

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #paperbackribs writing

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

I see asks are open , I'm still kind of new to this app , hope this is within the rules ...

(is Tokyo revengers still open ? )

I want to ask if you can do a Tokyo revengers with that tiktok - you know the one where that guy comes into the kitchen and shouted at his s/o "*bitch what's for dinner*" ...

Specifically with > ran

Hope I was specific enough

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( xmreader )

Bonten Haitani Ran - Bitch What's For Dinner TikTok With Male Reader

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I went with the Bonten version of Ran since you didn't specify, I hope that's okay. I couldn't decide how I wanted the reader to react to Ran's dumbassery, so I ended up making three different scenes that go three different ways. As for my reaction, if my nonexistent boyfriend were to do this, I would cry, I'm a very sensitive soul you know. —Benny🐰 @acabis

                                                                                                   

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Ran grinned mischievously as he prepared to record; sending a glance over his shoulder to see [Name] cooking on the stovetop from the kitchen doorway. Pressing Record, he quietly cleared his throat and positioned his phone to where he and they were both in the frame.

"Hey Bitch, what's for dinner?"  

He raised his voice; calling out to them from his place on the sofa.

Scene 1: 

[Name] immediately pauses in his movements; brows raising and eyes blinking rapidly. Slowly he turns his head towards the doorway and stares into the back of Ran's head.

"We WERE having Hawaiian chicken and grilled pineapple on buttery white rice with a side of sweet potato fries and a homemade dipping sauce. And I WAS going to pack the leftovers for your lunch tomorrow."  

He softly says as he continues to stare a hole into his lover's skull.

The Bonten executive raises a brow, smirking a bit at the h/c-ette's somewhat lacking reaction.

"What's with the past tense?"  

He inquired; finally turning his head around to look at the other.

[Name] smiled softly; eyes turning up into crescents. His expression would've been gentle and inviting if it weren't for the rancid aura that seemed to hover around him. Ran let out a nervous chuckle; quickly developing a thin sheen of sweat.

"Ran. Honey. Sweetie. Darling. Do you REALLY think that I'm going to feed you after that?"  

The e/c-eyed man speaks in a honeyed voice; the underlying venom incredibly clear.

The purple-haired man lets out a scoff in exasperation; the still recording phone now limply held in his hand.

"Baby, C'mon, I wasn't being serious. It's just a TikTok trend, that's it. I swear. I can even show it to you."  

Ran explained, gesturing to the phone in his hands.

The smile previously spread on [Name]'s face immediately fades into a blank expression upon hearing his lover's words. He stares a the violet-eyed man in silence for a few seconds.

"You called me a bitch... for TikTok?" 

He pauses for a bit before continuing,

"You know, I WAS only going to make you sleep on the sofa, but now I think you should go to your brother's place instead lest you want to get smothered in your sleep tonight."  

Ran sighed in defeat; ending the recording and tossing his phone onto the cushion beside him. He stood from the sofa and made his way into the kitchen gently wrapping his arms around [Name]'s waist and pressing a sweet kiss to his shoulder. The Bonten executive swayed the two of them back and forth as his presence was ignored by the other.

"Baby... I'm sorry, I should've told you beforehand. Forgive me?"  

Ran purred into his lover's shoulder; rubbing gentle circles into their hips with his thumbs.

[Name] humphed but leaned back into the violet-eyed man's chest in silent forgiveness.

Scene 2: 

[Name] takes a deep breath in and looks into the living room from his place in front of the stove. He spots the phone in Ran's hand almost immediately and understands what's happening. The h/c-ette walks into the living room and stands behind the sofa; leaning on the back of it and resting his forearm on the top of the backrest.

"You recording a video for TikTok, Baby?"  

[Name] asks; running his fingers through the violet-eyed man's parted fringe.

Ran gives him an affirmative hum; readjusting the camera on the other's face. The h/c-ette nods and presses a kiss to his cheek before walking back into the kitchen to continue cooking.

"Oh, by the way, honey; when you're done with that you can order yourself some take-out, I'm inviting Rindou over to eat your portion."  

[Name] absentmindedly calls from the kitchen; hands preoccupied with folding butter into a bowl of white rice.

"Wha-! Why does HE get MY portion!? That's not fair!"  

Ran whines from the sofa; turning his upper body around to look at his lover and slinging his arm over the backrest.

"Rin gets it because he's not a grown man trying to get attention from strangers by calling me a bitch and on TikTok no less."  

[Name] hums as he turns on the small countertop grill with one hand and dials Rindou's number with the other.

Ran groans and ends the recording; already knowing well that his lover is being serious about giving away his portion. He lets out a resigned sigh and sulkily dials the number for his favorite restaurant.

Scene 3: 

BONK!

"OW! WHAT THE FUCK!?"  

Ran screeches; clutching his head after a pot was hurled at him and smacked into the back of it.

His phone that he was previously holding now across the room as it slid across the floor when he dropped it from the impact. The Bonten executive turns around and looks at a seething [Name] who lifted another pot, ready to beam it off his skull.

"WAIT! WAIT! I'm sorry! Don't throw it!"  

The purple-haired man pleads, only to quickly duck into the sofa to avoid the second flying pot.

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[narrans]

My Borrowed Son | 21 | Lyn-ding A Hand

Chapter Twenty-One | Lyn-ding A Hand

The summer came and went and, before he knew it, Parker was a sophomore in high school as a thirteen year old boy.

The fallout with Selina had almost no affect on the overall friend group except for Spencer, who decided to stay with the friend group despite his twin sister’s pouting. Spencer said that his sister was just trying to be nosey and that while she did have a massive crush on Parker, he knew because she wouldn’t shut up about it, it was only part of her motivation to ask Parker to be her boyfriend.

Her curiosity got the better of her and it divided some of the friends for a short time while their versions of the event circulated.

Regardless, summer made for some great movie nights for the group of childhood friends and all of them managed to find time to see Parker virtually. There were large gaps of time where Parker wouldn’t hear from anyone, but that was okay.

The incident with Selina made Parker feel a bit more reserved and protective of himself, specifically about his condition. More time was dedicated to writing and studying late in the evenings because of it. The fallout initially left a bit of a hole in Parker’s chest, but it was something Parker felt himself getting over quickly.

Selina always had a flare for the dramatic and now was no exception.

Parker also knew that the frustration of people not knowing about his condition and keeping it a secret would take its toll on him. It made him feel lonely and guarded, which combined during the new school year as Parker being a lot more quiet than he was in his previous grades.

Some of his friends did ask why he was reluctant and if he felt comfortable with sharing more, but Parker quickly shut all of it down and retracted into himself.

That is… until it came time to partner up in one of his English literature classes.

Parker had hoped that he might be left to his own devices and write a story on his own, but there was an even number of students in the class which dashed his hopes. Parker sighed and leaned back in his chair. If he knew the general pattern, he would be writing the entire story alone along with the report and someone else would get a piece of the grade he earned.

As his teacher read off the names of his fellow classmates, Parker heard his name called along with the name of a girl he had become acquainted with last year because of her writing. They had actually been at the same middle school as well and even shared a few classes now that Parker thought about it. They had never officially met, but that didn’t stop him from knowing her name.

Lyndsie Sullivan.

She was a bit of a quiet, pensive girl, but her poetry was absolutely flawless. It reflected a spunky, upbeat kind of girl who was mature far beyond her years. Parker didn’t need to be an adult to tell that Lyndsie was well spoken and knew exactly what she wanted and was willing to wait or do whatever was necessary to have it.

She also had a subtle boldness about her. During a few instances where one of the other students was being picked on, it was Lyndsie who helped come to that student’s aid. There was a subtle intimidation that loomed behind her bright green eyes, and she knew it.

So, when Parker heard his name paired with hers, Parker felt a mild sense of unease settle over him. There was something about her that, when they had class discussion together, that made Parker feel like Lyndsie could see right through the camera.

Still, this was just for class. He wasn’t going to talk to her outside of class. They were meant to talk for assignments and that was all.

Lyndsie came over to her new desk in front of Parker’s camera that was set up in class and smiled politely as she organized all of her books and notes on the desk.

“Hey, Parker. It’s nice to meet you finally,” smiled Lyndsie. “I think we’ve had a few classes together last year and in middle school, but we’ve just been ships passing in the night.” Parker looked into her eyes and saw a bright spark of creativity blooming in those green eyes of hers.

He smiled back politely, readjusting his tie and nodded. “Yeah, I was just thinking the same thing. It’s nice to meet you too Lyndsie.”

“Lyn, please,” emphasized Lyndsie as she began tying her thick brown hair into a low bun. “Don’t get me wrong. I like my name, but I let my friends go by my nickname.” Parker snorted in amusement.

“Are we friends?” he asked. Lyn smiled and leaned forward on the desk, resting her chin onto the palm of her propped up hand.

“I think so. We have each other’s names and we’ve had a few classes together. We just need to find out our favorite colors and we’re basically besties,” grinned Lyn. “Unless you’re not comfortable with that and prefer to be strictly professional; but where’s the fun in that?”

Parker felt his cheeks getting a bit warm. Something about her features and her easygoing personality suddenly made him remember those nervous butterflies he felt when he and Selina talked all those months ago and, instantly, he felt himself wanting to retract. The last time he was asked his favorite color was when Selina went into that random rant about how boyfriends and girlfriends told each other things, and Parker didn’t want a repeat performance.

“Um… well… we’re at school and it’s supposed to be more professional,” stated Parker. Lyn sighed before shrugging her shoulders and snagging what looked like a fountain pen from her desk.

“Fair enough, Mr. Silverstein. Now, onto the assignment. We don’t have a lot of time in class to finish discussing what our story is going to be about, and I don’t want to have to work extra after school on something we could’ve knocked out right here and now,” stated Lyn as she began making notes at the top of the page.

Her go get em attitude was something Parker wasn’t familiar with from his fellow students. Many of them took their education seriously, yes; however, it was usually Parker who had to bring the conversation back on track. Rarely did they delve immediately into the assignment.

It was also odd that Lyn didn’t ask anything about his condition. Parker’s experience was that ninety-nine percent of people, when one-on-one, would ask him at least something about why he was behind the camera at home and not in class.

Not her.

It was, in a word, refreshing, and soon Parker found himself enthralled in their conversation about what kind of story they were going to create for their literature course.

“So, part of the rubric says that we have to do extensive research in the area of our choosing. It must be ‘historically accurate’ within reason for a fantasy novel. So, to me, this could mean a lot of things, and I can send an email regarding it, but I’m thinking that we need to find something we’re both interested in that could potentially involve a lot of research.

“We also need to cite our sources for whatever we choose, which will be fun. So, what do you want to do some research on? What do we want our story to be about?” asked Lyn as she tore her eyes away from the screen and onto Parker.

Parker, whose eyes were mostly scanning the rubric, glanced over to catch her eyes again. A shiver crawled down his spine as he glanced back at the digital checklist their story needed to achieve.

“Well, I know what I would want to do, but it’s not for everyone,” muttered Parker as an idea was already formulating in his mind.

“Oh? Let’s hear it. No bad ideas, relatively speaking,” stated Lyn.

Parker bit his lip and glimpsed his space poster in the corner of his study room. He sighed and thought there was no harm in suggesting it. It was an idea he had already, but he planned on this being part of an independent series he would publish on his own.

“Well… okay… hear me out…” started Parker before taking a breath before the plunge. “I’m really into space and satellites and everything. Could we do some kind of space adventure?” Lyn hummed contemplatively before nodding slowly.

“I… think we could do something with that. I don’t know much about space. Would this be about some kind of technology AI thing that finds a civilization? Or is it like Star Trek where you’ve got a captain of a ship and they go exploring around?”

“Um… maybe a mix of the two? I was just thinking about topics in general,” said Parker, surprised that Lyn was so easily convinced. Lyn hummed again and scribbled something into her notebook.

Passively, she remarked, “Personally, I’m kind of into pirates and all of that. Hey! If you’re not totally sold on a futuristic era, do you want to do a little combination of the two ideas? We have precedence with that one show ‘Firefly.’ Have you ever seen it?”

Parker had actually seen the show recently, but he didn’t see the very end of it because he had just started it.

“You want to do space pirate cowboys?” asked Parker, finding the idea amusing and alluring at the same time.

“Something like that. ‘Firefly’ mixed with a touch of ‘Treasure Planet’ and all of a sudden we have a hit. What do you think? Originality points and all that. Plus, we can each do research and break up the work if we want. I don’t know. What are your thoughts?” asked Lyn.

Parker thought about her proposition and already his mind was coming up with a bunch of fun ideas. He could see a crew of space pirates going around breaking all of the rules on different planets but also helping everyone. A kind of Robin Hood like character came to mind, and Parker found himself not opposed to the concept.

“Alright,” he said finally, noticing that Lyn had torn her eyes away from her writing to look up at him. “Sure. Let’s try it out.”

A beaming smile from Lyn suddenly made Parker’s cheeks very warm all of a sudden, making him look away from the camera as he quickly tapped away on his keyboard and shared his screen as a document.

It took only ten minutes for the two of them to come up with a solid concept for a story.

Together, they decided that the Galactic Federation, the overall ruling governmental body of the Interstellar Collective, had been corrupted by career politicians who had forgotten what it was like to scrape up a living. As a result, piracy and black markets blossomed in the oddest places – and space was no exception.

Captain Orion Zane, a charismatic leader with a true heart of gold, decided he wouldn’t stand for the injustice. He and a group of eleven others ran a ship that they collectively named “Karma” to intercept convoy ships and break up blockades of oppressive spaceships.

The announcement of class ended their creative flow, but Lyn offered her number and Discord username if Parker wanted to add her as a friend and talk more about the story later. In the meantime, she would start investigating the definition of “pirate,” marine laws that would apply in international waters as well as space, and weapons that traditional pirates used to see what they could futurize.

“Okay. Sounds like a plan to me. I’ll talk to you later Parker. I mean… Mr. Silverstein,” said Lyn.

“Bye, Lyn. Oh… sorry… Ms. Sullivan,” said Parker before exiting to the lobby and preparing for his next class.

For whatever reason, Parker suddenly found himself completely distracted for the rest of the day. He was researching space during math and history, and when he wasn’t doing that he was thinking about the way Lyn looked at him over the screen.

Every time he thought about her, everything in him tingled and made him almost uncomfortably warm. What was almost alarming was that Parker liked this feeling. Just thinking about her dark green eyes flicking up from her paper made him shiver.

Class continued as normal, and Parker found himself eagerly awaiting his English class just to talk to Lyn again. He even dared to add her on Discord so the two of them could talk after school ended. Their conversation were primarily about their collective story, but the conversation would often drift to other topics by the end of the evening when they had to go finish work or eat dinner.

Parker liked talking to Lyn. There was something about her that drew him in regardless of topic. What made it better was that they were similarly aligned in how they thought class should be conducted, what they thought about different elements of life, and even their favorite activities which were numerous and all over the place.

She was a fascinating person to talk to, and Parker realized later that his face would ache from how much he was smiling.

It wasn’t until dinner nearly four weeks later that Parker found himself snapped out of his stupor when his mom asked how he was feeling and if there was anything wrong.

“Your cheeks are so pink. You’re not running a fever, are you?” she noticed as she dished out a bit of fish, greens, and rice into a small dish for Parker.

“Oh um… well… I was just thinking,” said Parker.

“Thinking? About what?” asked his mom. Parker took the dish and sat down at his place on the table while his mom fixed herself a plate.

“Well… we got new partners today for English class and… well… she’s… really nice…” said Parker. The gleam in his mom’s eyes was undeniable as she sat down at the table and smiled knowingly.

“Oh? She?” prompted his mom. Parker felt his cheeks blushing harder than ever. He knew he must look as red as a cherry tomato as he quickly blessed his food and began eating.

“Y-yeah,” he said as he shoveled a part of rice into his mouth.

“Really? What’s her name?” asked his mom. Parker knew he was busted at this point. It wasn’t like he was keeping a lot of secrets from his mom, but he also didn’t mention his adventure into the walls or the breakup with Selina.

He licked his lips and kept his eyes averted ever so slightly, wondering why he was feeling suddenly shy about talking to his mom, as he said, “Lyn. Technically, it’s Lyndsie Sullivan, but she likes her friends to call her Lyn.”

Amanda smiled as she brought her cup up to her lips and took a drink. Parker unknowingly had been talking a lot about Lyn recently, but the context was usually class and how good she was at pretty much everything. Amanda suspected Parker might be developing his first real crush, but actually hearing it was both exciting and worrisome.

Amanda worried about when this day would happen. She wanted her son to develop feelings for someone in his own time, but she also knew the complications of his size when talking to someone who was much bigger than he was. There were so many factors when developing a crush and getting into a relationship, and Parker’s size was one of those factors; though he didn’t really know it yet.

It wasn’t something that would come up in normal conversation. Plus, there were complications when it came to how tall Parker was.

It pained Amanda to no end, but a worry she had was that Parker wouldn’t find someone his size who he would like.

Now wasn’t the time to talk about that – or maybe it was.

She would have to read some of her parenting books later to see how to talk about these topics with Parker later tonight.

In the meantime, she decided to celebrate his feelings and encourage him. These feelings were natural after all.

“Well, Lyn sounds like a wonderful girl,” remarked Amanda. At this, Parker’s eyes changed. His mom swore she saw what she could only describe as “dream eyes” as Parker thought about his friend.

“Yeah, she’s great. She’s into photography and showed me some of her stuff. It’s really awesome. She does these cool perspective shots of flowers and all sorts of other things. I need to show you some of the things she sent over Discord,” said Parker, a bit too eagerly as he suddenly realized and went back to eating, cheeks bright scarlet.

“Yeah?” asked Amanda, hoping to prompt further reaction from her son. Sadly, Parker only elaborated a little as they finished their meal together. Parker was in a bit of a hurry because, according to him, he had an important assignment he needed to finish before the end of the night, but Amanda suspected that Parker simply wanted to get online and see if Lyn was online and available to chat.

He excused himself from the table hurriedly and vanished back to his room, jogging to cross the floor and taking the stairs two at a time to make it back to his space.

Amanda cleaned up after dinner, conflicting emotions swirling inside her. It was only a matter of time before Parker started asking the hard questions about why he couldn’t go see Lyn in person.

Drying her hands on a crumpled dish towel, Amanda retreated to her own room to do some research about talking to your children about difficult topics such as puberty, romance, and, most crushing of all, adoption.

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“Well, I think we’ve got the chapters outlined well enough. How did your research go by the way? Did you find the original case about space being international waters?” asked Lyn. She was laying on her stomach with her laptop propped up on some pillows and a lap desk as she scribbled and wrote in her notebook. Their conversation had been going on for three hours after dinner, and both of them were obviously starting to droop. Still, neither wanted to be the first to relent and hang up first.

“Yeah, I did actually. It’s actually kind of a combination between two or three different laws if I’m reading everything correctly. One of them is the Outer Space Treaty, the Accords, and the Moon Treaty. There are a bunch of laws and rules to go along with it which I have in the shared document I shared with you,” replied Parker as he stifled a yawn.

“Oh, perfect! I love it when nerds to their work,” teased Lyn as she made a goofy face at the camera.

“Ha ha. I could say the same to you. How much did you have written about pirates in your math class when you were supposed to be paying attention? I know because I checked the document and saw you typing away as soon as we left English,” Parker said, flipping the tables on Lyn.

“Oh! You hush! I passed my test with flying colors, didn’t I?” she shot back. Parker chuckled and nodded.

“Yeah. Like you said. Nerd.”

Lyn rolled her eyes and vanished from view as she stretched before popping back up to the camera. They stared at one another for a minute in silence, each holding the other’s gaze, before bashfully glancing away simultaneously.

It took another minute before Lyn looked back at Parker and cleared her throat, obviously preparing to ask a question. “Um… Parker? Do you… mind if I ask you something?”

The tiredness banished instantly from Parker’s eyes as the question sank in. This was something he usually asked his mom, and she usually replied with “you can ask me anything,” but only now did Parker realize how nerve wracking that question could actually be.

He bit his lip, feeling himself bristle and those precious walls he had slowly lowered begin to raise once more.

“Um… yeah? I mean, I guess. What’s up?” asked Parker. In the back of his mind, a flashback of Selina’s conversation ran right through him. Was Lyn about to ask him if he liked her? Was she going to ask if they wanted to be boyfriend girlfriend only to immediately turn it on him? Was she going to ask about his condition? Would she ask why he wasn’t ever at school? What if she wanted to meet up to write together in person or study together?

His nerves started to make him squirm and sweat. Parker honestly didn’t think it was that noticeable until he saw Lyn’s curious expression.

“You okay?” she asked. “I mean that’s not my question, but you’re acting a bit weird all of a sudden. You can say no, ya goof.”

Parker squirmed again and tried to shake his nerves away.

“Um… no. I mean, I’m okay. It’s just that the question could mean anything, so I’m just preparing for whatever,” mumbled Parker. Lyn eyed him again but shrugged and continued.

“Well, you can always say no or abstain from answering. I hope you know that,” stated Lyn in her usual matter-of-fact tone. “Anyway, I wanted to ask you something.”

Parker held his breath as Lyn eyed the camera and watched Parker’s reaction to her question.

“Are you the author of ‘Welcome to My Little Life’?”

The question threw him so off guard that his expression was obviously a dead giveaway. Relief. Curiosity. Excitement. Nervousness.

“Um… yeah. I mean, of course. It’s just a bit of a side project and everything, but I like posting there. It’s a good space for exposure and everything,” Parker replied. The tenseness in his body dissipated and the young teen could once again relax with his friend.

The look on Lyn’s face mirrored his own as she propped herself up closer to the camera, saying, “I knew it! I mean, I thought it was you, but didn’t want to make things weird or bring it up. Dude! I totally follow you for your story about your Dungeons and Dragons character. Tal’el, right?”

Parker had never really met someone who knew about his blog. He’d chatted with his followers like Karl, Zel, and so many others, but never someone he was already friends with.

“No kidding?” asked Parker in a bit of disbelief. “You like it?”

“Dude! Of course! And you’ve liked some of my stuff too. I posted some pictures and you liked them. That’s why I wanted to ask – to see if you knew,” said Lyn. “I’m Lyn_see Photography.”

Parker felt his eyes go wide as he remembered the exact posts Lyn was talking about. The perspectives Lyn took was from the edge of a television stand that showed the depth and vastness of the living room while keeping everything in focus.

“That’s you? Dude! No way! I thought the style looked like yours, but I didn’t know that was you!”

The two of them laughed at the strange coincidence.

“How’d you even manage that perspective?” asked Parker.

“HDR mode. Basically had to take two identical pictures and blend them together,” said Lyn. “I could show you one of these days on my camera. I also had to blend it in Procreate, but it didn’t require a lot of editing which was nice.”

“Yeah, I’d like that a lot,” agreed Parker, the last of his tension leaving his body.

“Definitely,” grinned Lyn. “If you don’t mind my follow-up question, but you looked tense earlier? What was that all about?”

Parker squirmed again and tried to shrug it off as he contemplated his reply. Bringing it up might pick at the scab that was over the sensitive spot surrounding his whole interaction with Selina and not telling her more about his condition. He didn’t want to lose Lyn as a friend and he wanted to keep his condition close to his chest, but he also wanted to trust Lyn. She was someone who he cared about.

Selina was right about one thing – you tell people you trust.

And Parker felt like he could trust Lyn; at least, he thought he could trust her enough to talk about it a little.

“Well, I mean… I thought you were going to ask about my… condition,” said Parker. He braced himself for whatever Lyn was going to say next and hoped he hadn’t accidentally ruined something good.

“Oh, that makes sense. I mean, I’m sure it’s a sensitive thing for you and everything,” replied Lyn. “Did… someone try and pry?”

Parker felt himself nodding before he even realized he was responding.

“I see. Well, I’m sorry that happened. I mean, I can’t say that I’m not curious, but I wouldn’t go asking questions unless you wanted to talk about something about it. I hope you’d be comfortable enough to talk about it with me if you needed to,” stated Lyn.

Parker couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

Was it that easy?

An announcement of curiosity accompanied with an invitation to refuse.

The smile that spread onto Parker’s face stretched from ear to ear as another wave of genuine relief filled him. This was exactly what he hoped Selina would say, and now he was hearing it from Lyn – someone who he cared about very much despite knowing her for such a short time.

“I… yeah… I would feel comfortable with that… you know… if I needed to talk about it and everything,” muttered Parker. Was it warm in the room? Or was it just him? There was a moment where the two of them made eye-contact through the lens of the camera and, for a moment, Parker could have sworn she was right there looking at him.

His entire body felt tingly and excited. It felt like electricity was filling his body, pouring itself over him and making his heart race and pound.

Another minute passed before Lyn cleared her throat and continued their conversation.

“Good. Now, you have to tell me more about your story and where it’s going to go. I swear your updates are so chaotic that it drives me crazy. What’s going to happen with that princess? And is he going to cure the plague going through the community? I have to know!”

Parker laughed and shook his head.

“You know I can’t spoil anything,” Parker teased.

“Oh! Spoil sport! You’re either saying it because you’re cruel and want to torture me or because you don’t know the answer!” accused Lyn, obviously playing in a tone that made Parker’s heart race.

The two of them continued talking for the next hour where, reluctantly, Parker revealed a few details of his story to appease Lyn before the two of them signed off simultaneously, accidentally falling asleep for a moment before startling awake and saying goodnight. Parker crawled into his bed, face hurting from smiling so much, and drifting off to a peaceful sleep.

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Bed (s)

Summary: Wandanat and bed trope.

Words: 1419 words

A/N: This wasn't the fic I was planning to post but it was the one I finished so this is what you'll have. Also, I don't know how I managed to do this when I should be finishing my performance for my finals so I wouldn't need to take my subjects (3 of them) for next year.

Natasha hates being blindsided, and if Tony ever shows his face to her in the next few weeks, she’ll give him a black eye to remember this specific situation by. Maybe two. Just to make them symmetrical.

"Where is she?" asked the redhead as she passed by Clint.

"Who?" he asked back with his voice muffled by the large bite of food in his mouth.

Natasha rolled her eyes, a bit disgusted by the sight. "Maximoff. where is she?"

"Have you tried looking?" Clint swallows his food.

Now, Natasha loves Clint. She really does. He's like the brother she never had, but now he's starting to become the brother she'd like to punch.

Natasha felt her left eye twitch. She takes a deep breath to calm herself down before she accidentally released all of her ire on Clint, even the ones that is currently directed at Tony. Tony. That cocky bastard. Just he waits. What was he thinking accepting a mission for Natasha and then pairing her up with the newcomer?

"Nat?" Clint asked after Natasha didn't answer almost a minute later. He moves to take another bite from the food in his hand before it was snatched away and thrown out the tower window by Natasha.

"Wha- Nat!" He was then ignored by the spy who was now walking away from him. What was she thinking, asking him of all people? Never mind. The only people coming to mind who would answer her properly are Steve and Bruce. Just her luck that the first person she comes across is Clint.

Natasha spent the next half hour looking for the brunette and still didn't see her. Really, why in Thor's name is the Avenger's area in the tower so large? Do they really need that much space?

A crash was heard and a subtle shaking was felt. Normally Natasha would ignore it but she heard the voice of the younger woman she was looking for. Natasha walked faster towards the direction of the crash and was met with the sight of Steve staring at his shield that is imbedded into the common room wall, and Wanda frantically saying sorry.

"Maximoff. Get ready, we leave in an hour." Natasha voiced; her tone devoid of any emotion before walking out.

Wanda, who now stopped apologizing to the soldier, followed the redhead with her gaze till the red of her curls was out of sight.

"I see you were avoiding Nat." Steve snapped her out of her thoughts when he suddenly spoke. She turned back around to look at Steve who was now holding his shield in his hands leaving the gaping almost two feet long hole in the wall. They would've been more concerned about said hole if Tony wasn't rich, which means he could easily pay for the damage to be fixed.

"What? No. No, I'm not." Wanda shakes her head.

"It's fine. I understand." Steve chuckles while wiping the dust from his shield. "Romanoff could be a bit-"

"Terrifying?" The brunette immediately chimed in.

"...Intimidating. You find her terrifying?" Steve asked, humor lacing his voice.

The silence that answered Steve made him laugh. Wanda made the decision to leave the common room and go back to her bedroom and pack what she'll need while Steve continued to laugh, clutching his stomach.

Almost an hour later, Wanda was back in the common room, sitting on the sofa with her duffle bag beside her. She stared at the crack in the wall to get her mind off of her nerves while waiting for the older woman who seemed to always intimidate her just by being in her presence.

Wanda heard someone clearing their throat. She turned around and saw the spy leaning at the doorway with her own duffle by her side on the floor. "Good, you're here. Let's go."

She immediately scrambled to follow the redhead who turned around and started walking towards the elevator leading the tower's underground parking.

Inside the older woman's car, Wanda sat in the passenger seat looking down at the folder that Natasha handed her as soon as she sat down. Inside were a few files with limited information on them about the location and what they are after. The brunette wanted to ask the spy about it, if only Natasha didn't look so intimidating when Wanda turned to look at the woman who was concentrated on driving silently.

"It's only a recon." Natasha's voice made Wanda flinch in surprise but she tried not to let it show. She turned to Natasha with a confused look at her face which made the redhead sigh.

"We are only going to scope the area. They aren't going to give a full-blown mission to someone new." Wanda nodded in understanding. She's actually relieved that she wouldn't be doing any type of fighting whatsoever. If it was up to the brunette, she'd rather not do it ever again.

It took another three hours before they reach their destination. Wanda stared at the building in confusion while Natasha was picking up both of their nags from the trunk. "It’s a... warehouse?"

"Hmm?" Natasha looked at her before looking at the building in front of them. "Yeah." She answered before walking inside through a door hidden in plain sight.

Wanda was still skeptical till she followed the older woman inside and was met with the sight of what seems to be a living room with sparse decoration. "This is one of the safehouses that Tony made specifically for the Avengers. Sadly, there is only one bedroom which means we'll have to share."

The brunette nodded, opening the door leading to the bedroom before stopping and staring gob smacked at said bedroom. Natasha noticed her just standing in place and followed till she was beside the younger woman.

Natasha, for the second time that day, felt her left eye twitch at what she saw. Inside the spacious bedroom was ten queen sized bed. It took up most of the space, barely leaving any space to walk past, that it would be a little hard to navigate in the dark without bumping and tripping over everything.

"Tony." Natasha grumbles, rubbing her head in frustration. She sighed in defeat before heaving the duffle bags into two different beds across each other, but not before hitting her knee on one of the bed’s leg.

"Fuc-"

Wanda scrambled towards Natasha. To help in some way, but she herself hit her knee. In a different bed of course, harder than Natasha hit hers.

"Ah! Ow!" The brunette laid down in the narrow space between two beds, on her side, while holding on her bruised knee.

Natasha hobbled towards the younger woman to check on her. Cursing Tony's name so many times in her head, she looked at Wanda on the floor with tears brimming in her eyes.

The redhead glared at the wooden bed while she formulates some sort of plan to get back at Tony for being the reason this event even happened. "What the fuck is this bed made out of? Mahogany?" Natasha groans as she throws herself down on the, thankfully soft, mattress on one of the many beds.

The redhead flinched in surprise when a limb suddenly grasped on the leg she has dangling at the edge. She was about to scream bloody murder when she remembered the witch who was still lying down on the floor. She'd probably sit up and check on what the younger woman needed, but her knee was bruised, as is her ego. Letting the younger woman see her in such condition, it's embarrassing. She's supposed to be this certain type of figure that would strike fear in many with only just hearing her moniker.

It's shameful that the one thing that beats her was a wooden bed.

They stayed that way for a couple of minutes. Natasha, face down on the bed while Wanda was on the floor still holding on the spy's leg. "You don't seem scary right now." Wanda spoke, her voice soft, giving Natasha's leg a soft squeeze.

"Ugh. I'm killing Tony."

-

"Why do you look so happy?" Bruce asked Tony while they work on something in the lab.

"Oh, you know." Tony chuckles. "I kept hearing this beds trope from a few people at SI, and thought I'd give it a try with the little witch and Natashalie."

"Ah. The only one bed trope. Yeah, I heard of that." Bruce smiles, shaking his head in amusement.

"Wait, you only need one bed?"

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