#or do they not understand basic spoiler etiquette

[the-magnus-archives-wiki]

the amount of early access spoilers i'm seeing in both the regular and vague tag is just depressing

#tmagp #i dont get it #do ppl just not care #or do they not understand basic spoiler etiquette

[miasiegert]

Suncoast Broadway CATS update 2/17

There was a great comment by @lie-in-a-bureau-drawer , so I hope it's okay that I post it here since I've got some info and comments! (I still don't get tumblr and I keep forgetting how it works/etiquette but I'm trying!)

I never would want anyone to ever strain to put themselves in a financial situation ever for any project I do, or anything in general, but especially me. This is something very personal as in 2016, I was about to live in my car until two amazing friends took me into their home. What was meant to be two weeks turned into six months, which I can never financially repay but I promised to repay it forward however I can. Since we don't have money to pay it forward, that's where on other social media platforms I signal boost, and also where I'm absolutely happy to share info and help when I can. I totally can understand the disappointment of wanting to go somewhere, and it's incredibly touching and means a ton to me (you have no idea) for that sort of support. So thank you, from the bottom of my (supposed to be) frigid heart.

For anyone thinking of or planning to attend, David and I will be there for the shows on Feb 1st and both shows on the 2nd--our flight home is the 3rd (missing that show and the rest of the run). This is pretty standard for costume designers, sometimes we don't get to go at all (aka Wichita with their full department already!). I'd feel bad if someone only came to try to meet us and we weren't there so I wanted to give those dates but the show will run until, I believe, April 7th. There is accessible seating and accommodation.

I'd call the theatre to double-check (as a courtesy) but already in many production meetings I brought up superfans in costume and said there's a good chance that'll happen. They seemed really excited by the idea. So if you like going to shows in costume, this one should be very friendly to it and there will be more interaction than usual due to dinner theatre. I can't say much more than that but there was a very specific reason why we were hired (well, several... but something really stood out).

Let's be honest, this is the one y'all care about: YES, there WILL be pictures and (hopefully) video! And I'm pretty sure people who come to the show will be able to take pics/vid on their phones and probably with performers but I'm not 100% positive there--I will get confirmation. Once opening happens, I will share at least one special costume design I made. There will be one special performer who will greet every table in a very special costume as the host/ess. Who will it be? Who... will it be..? (Spoiler: It's not Macavity. WHEN WILL PEOPLE LEARN HE JUST WANTS TO DO SOMETHING AND IS SUFFERING THE WORST MIDDLE CHILD SYNDROME EVER?)

Additional fun info: On Tuesday (maybe Wed) we'll be teaching the make up classes. We had to improvise with some different products, still Mehron base but also some snazzaroo for detailing and some powder and eyeshadow. I don't believe I'll be allowed to share video of these classes (there will be video) because make up classes usually are emotional the first two days, then by day three everything's fine. It's a very emotional process and I'd love to share how I teach but I also need to respect the privacy of the cast in case there are tears.

Kind Suggestion: If you do go to the show, please tip kindly. As this is nonequity, the actors are responsible for providing their own shoes (they will need to be replaced during the run), undergarments, make up (first initial batch on the theatre), other things. We did everything we could to help them, but I know with undergarments and shoes, especially shoes, some actors are really struggling, and if they dance but also tap, and it seems like one actor will cover three tracks... it's very hard. Just a very kind thing to do/consider. We had to talk with a few about whether they could do just one dancebelt and basically the, "well, yes, you CAN... but for twodoshays, you probably don't want to. If not an option, these are things you can do to help keep yourself dry, prevent bacterial infection and odor, and prevent chafing." Also added like a 4-page skincare routine that I stressed was optional but what I personally do/like in case anyone wants to take care of their skin--if anyone wants the routine, I can share it here but it's seriously excessive.

I'm irrationally terrified of flying, so here's hoping that Monday is very smooth with no sudden squalls or anything. I'm really going to miss my floofs but my mom and her BF will take excellent care of them! Currently I'm resting although I should be packing because my immune system gave out and I'm taking as much stuff as I can to knock whatever this is out of my system.

#cats musical suncoast broadway theatre #cats musical #cats the musical #cats musical costume

[harfblarf]

under the auspicious moon of pride month, i will take a moment to shed cringe and make a post celebrating my niche blorbos. (Uh, ambiguous spoilers involved.)

under a cut to make my derangement an optional experience

This is my penultimate cringefail loserhusband, Shion Ribellion. He's a normal, kind of lame, kind of lazy dude who got launched into a fantasy novel as the aide of the Fallen-From-Grace Big Bad of the novel "The Holy Sword", but pre the Big-Bad-ening. The guy he became-- that is, Shion Ribellion-- was supposed to die after uncovering shady secrets of his boss' past.

He is by all accounts the weirdest fuck anyone has ever met and borderline entirely useless, except when he comes in clutch in ways no one knew was an option. It's never cool when he does it its just wildly unanticipated and often painfully earnest.

He is frequently (deservedly) bullied and it brings me immeasurable joy.

He's also the originally-kinda-reluctant now-very-passionate #1 defender, supporter, and Therapist Friend to this guy, Duke Serpens. His last name is important or something but Shion exclusively calls him by his first name because courtly etiquette could bite him directly on the nose and he'd still forget about it 5 minutes later.

Don't be fooled by his delicate good looks though, this bitch is an obsessively calculated manipulator and genuinely overpowered swordsman. The only thing standing between him and falling to the dark side is Shinon's persistent sincerity and loyalty. (No, like, REALLY the only thing. Serpens had an abusive upbringing and yada yada, but the story goes to great lengths to outline how it was a broad communal failing and strong Bystander Effect that led to Serpens' obsessive perfectionism, emotional dissociation, and subsequent downfall in the 'original' story.)

Shinon's indignance on his behalf and insistent questing for Serpens' life to improve (with tasks such as: get Serpens to admit he likes sweets! Get Serpens to pick up a hobby!) is the First time anyone has cared about him as a person and while he is understandably Incredibly Suspicious of Shion to start, they like... actually communicate?? And while both sides still keep secrets, they also acknowledge that to each other. That open communication and efforts toward bonding brings them closer, and both choose to trust each other over and over again.

The story, "The Duke's Redemption", isn't tagged BL/gay, but there is very little strictly heterosexual explanation for most of their interactions. Whatever they are, it's potent. And so fucking funny.

90% of the time, Shion is my absolute cringefail husband, the first character I've truly, deeply UNDERSTOOD the appeal of a failguy:

He has no practical skills aside from basic paperwork competency and most of the time has no fucking idea what's going on. His literal only credit is an ounce of emotional intelligence and a strong (if chronically unwise) moral compass.

He's so ridiculous that Serpens, the chronic overachiever-perfectionist who has never had a friend he's honest with, makes faces like this at him:

FOR SERPENS THIS IS A LOT.

They manipulate each other endlessly, with both of them fully aware but still suckers for it. Serpens bullies Shion in ways he can't even argue against, but always toes the line and offers sincere (if stilted) compliments alongside his blunt criticisms. Shion, useless clown that he is, puppyeyes at Serpens and mysteriously this always seems to help his case.

The story frequently indulges-- gleefully, openly, and knowingly-- in ridiculous character tropes, like Serpens' tendency to literally just like escape out windows when emotionally overwhelmed, then uses them for character growth and emotional beats.

Serpens puts his Guy through Situations but always, always stands at his back to make sure he gets out safely, and by like chapter 13 half the shit he pulls to bully Shion is a thinly veiled effort to ensure his safety.

They do shit like this:

And Shion is CONSTANTLY getting up in Serpens' space unconsciously and fretting over him (despite being demonstrably and chronically more vulnerable both physically and emotionally- though in his defense he's definitely more resilient/better at bouncing back).

Multiple characters have commented on how close and casual their relationship is, to the fluster of Shion and the apparent wariness or feigned ignorance of Serpens. (He acknowledges in private how much he lets Shion get away with, but clearly bristles when he knows other people are clocking Shion's importance and unique position.) Serpens is so much stiffer than Shion that when undercover they have been mistaken for having their roles reversed (that is, that Shion is the higher noble and Serpens his guard/assistant). And yet Shion gets away with everything and Serpens doesn't even bat an eye.

Canonically they are like almost definitely not gay. Probably. And I'm okay with that because their canon relationship is REALLY good and well-paced and, I cannot emphasize enough, fucking hilarious. But in my HEART they are so in love with each other it's STUPID. I care about them more than words can say. I have so many screenshots of them. They are so stupid I would kill for them I WISH they had a proper English-speaking fandom bc I am FROTHING AT THE MOUTH and painfully monolingual so even if they DO have a Korean fanbase I cannot touch it 😭

[This has been unhinged manwha posting with harf]

#the duke's redemption #harf blarf blib blab #if literally a single other person got as hype abt these two as i am i think i would disintegrate from excitement #i love them i love them i love them #they are SO DUMB #shion especially of course #my sweet cringefail clownhusband #shion ribellion #serpens a. frashidus #that is aggressively NOT the correct way to spell his last name i almost guarantee it but im using a fanlation and. look. #we take fanlations as they are with love in our hearts #theyre doing their best #I will be this fandom on my own if i have to

[insurged]

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MUSE LIST

gojo satoru.  jujutsu kaisen

hiromi higuruma.  jujutsu kaisen

albert wesker.  resident evil

astarion. baldur's gate 3

wriothesley. genshin impact

zhongli. genshin impact

laios. dungeon meshi

winged lion. dungeon meshi

millions knives. trigun stampede

grimmjow jaegarjaquez. bleach

vincent valentine. final fantasy

marian cross. d.grayman

kibutsuji muzan. kimetsu no yaiba

hawks.  boku no hero

benimaru shinmon. fire force

garou. one punch man

hanzo shimada. overwatch

madara uchiha. naruto

#i'm going to have about pages for all of these guys :') #and work on a carrd just to get something up that's accessible #UPDATED: 4/15/24

[writingforatwistedworld]

Heyy! How you doing? Hoping you're good 👍

So I have this question about twisted wonderland that doesn't get out of my head is nothing about the lore, but since you're one of my favorite writers I wanted to see your opinion on this.

We know that Grim and Yuu are quite close, so what happens to Grim if Yuu marries someone from Twisted? Specially if is someone from royalty like Malleus. Like does Grim stays with Yuu?? Or another thing happens to him?

QXJSNXUNWHUNHJ you like my stuff that much??! Thank you so much for reading it!!!

But that's an interesting question.

Ok, I have read a translation from chapter six but won't spoiler stuff. All I can say is that Grim shows us how much he likes us.

But also in earlier chapters we were able to see that despite him always acting so haughty he cares about us. Of course not in the typical “U my Friend so I like you” dialogue but rather also seeing us as an important part of his decision making. He actually talks to us (even though his manners could use some polishing) instead of just flipping others off as he does with strangers. We can even see a change in his behavior, the “I don't care” at the beginning and the “I'm talking down on you but still take you as somewhat important” one. So I would say, yes. The MC is very important to him.

How important though? From his behavior around humanoid beings (can't forget the fae here) he doesn't seem to have a basic understanding of basic etiquette and even holidays that are celebrated in the entire world of TWST (Halloween event). What is even more important to me is though that he doesn't refer the Ramshackle dorm as a dorm but as “home”. We don't really know anything about Grim's past other than he wants to become a great mage. But even Ace and Deuce refer to Heartslabyul as a dorm. So this is something really interesting for me. Does that mean Grin doesn't have a home? No family? No one to rely on?

And, as you know, Ramshackle isn't exactly Gucci material. Oh no, the thing is falling apart. So it must be something else making the place special to him. If you were to ask me then I would guess that it's the connections he has with the ghosts and the MC which created fond memories of the place. Heck, the two share a bed.

So in conclusion, we are way more important than Grim likes to show us to him.

Now, reader suddenly gets married to someone who is in a high position, like Malleus, and what would he do? I think he would come with us. If what I think about him is even a bit true then we must be a huge emotional and social crutch for him which not only makes him somewhat dependent on us but also very fond of us. Also, the cat would probably even squeeze some tuna for him out in the situation.

But yeah, if you are a fan of his and just think that he is great then good news, he will come with you but if it's the opposite then good luck. You won't be getting rid of him soon.

#veil speaks

[monstersinthecosmos]

Saw you were looking for more femdon VC fics and I feel like I might have 5 (?) that might qualify as femdom, but I haven't tagged them as such because I don't think that it's enough to make that tag. How do you know when to tag stuff on AO3 that isn't just warnings? Should I tag more kinks or interests even if I'm not sure they apply? Help requested for the AO3 tagging system because I'm only really used to tumblr, tho I feel like I sorta of understand the basics of AO3.

!!!!!!! BABE WHERES THE LINK LOL anyway as far as AO3 etiquette goes, I personally think it's always good to over tag instead of under tag. I don't want to disappoint someone who's in ~a mood~ for a kink/trope and they find the fic in the tags and then the fic isn't enough, but I also don't want to trigger anybody who stumbles across it without tags.

A happy medium I think is to break it down in the author's note. You can write "I tagged xyz just in case but it isn't featured prominently, just as a heads up if you're looking for it!"

I also enjoy the method of putting content warnings in the End Notes so that it's not front loaded for people who want to avoid spoilers. You add a "See ends notes for content warnings!" in the beginning notes, and then AO3 generations the "(See the end of the work for more notes.)" link by itself and people and peek down there. I try to do this in my fics and save the space for a little more detail and that way if someone decides to read anyway they're at least prepared or know to skip.

And any time you're in doubt you can always use "Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings" which signals "Maybe there's stuff in here you don't want to see, you agree to read it anyway."

Do your best, but it's up to the readers to know their own limits too and learn how to navigate all these tools!!!!!!

[scalamore]

Lari and Belois observation from Ch 89 (thoughts/spoilers)

As many times as I re-read the available chapters and novel, i just noticed that

While it’s pretty clear that Lari considered herself a puppet to House Belois in TL1, Lehan remained a puppet for TL1 and most of TL2, it never occurred to me that when Lari described trying to be a “perfect, ideal noble lady” in TL1, that she was actively being groomed by the Belois to be the perfect wife for Lehan.

All we got is the beginning chapters and a few splattering of text in the story that said that Lari never expected to marry for love, was content with marrying some nice man and starting a family for the sake of bringing pride to House Belois - and she worked hard to earn her father’s approval (under his watchful eye). She suppressed her desire for fancy clothes and decorations, opting to wear simple ribbons and dark clothes that House Belois would often wear. She was seen, never heard. She never argued, spoke back, or voiced her opinion. She always acted prim and proper. She spent all 18 years in TL1 mastering etiquette because it’s what made her parents happy. In Vol 6, after Lari announces that she chooses Rupert over House Belois, the Count throws a rather embarrassing hissy fit, and shouts that after all he did for Lari, how dare she choose him and ruin the legitimacy of Vellnenli with Rupert’s low blood”. At that time, Lari realizes another forgotten memory. All she did in TL1 was meaningless - All the effort she used to “become the perfect lady” - including suppressing true self - all the praised she earned was the Count telling her “as expected as a high-born, of course you are able to do all this”. He never congratulated her for herself. He had only cared about her bloodline.

They had basically groomed her in TL1 to be that ideal lady, to pair up with Lehan, who had loved her since a young age. Of course, the expectation was that TL1 would accept since she was never close to lehan and she would understand that they adopted her for a noble purpose, so she would marry lehan and learn to love him and start a family with him.

Of course it’s only speculation on how TL1 would have turned out if they lived, but definitely in TL2 Lari broke free from that grooming and completely rejected it. There’s so much dialogue about how Lari was defying her parents, how she feels guilt for it, how they’re shocked when they see her touch or bicker with Rupert (going against decorum), that TL2 to them is a completely different person. Because she is. While she was very immature in TL1, hidden away, ignorant in a cage, in TL2 she’s been able to live her life, mature, and change, and become her own person. While they groomed her into an ideal version of “Isabelle”, now while she’s at the palace, she’s finally able to grow and chooses to obtain her own happiness as “Lariette”. :)

#Rupelali #your majesty please spare me this time #rofan #manhwa #otomeisekai

[uselessdancedata]

If you want to know, I really don’t like MBA because I feel like training is sub-par for it’s reputation, they prefer wins over creating employable dancers, they let Eva run rampant and do whatever she does, puts dancers on point too young and also they do not teach dancers proper etiquette in the studio or at comps. Oh and the fact that the culture there is so toxic and encourages EDs. I know a few people here aren’t dancers/don’t know a lot about ballet so I’ll try and keep it short (spoiler: I didn’t) and understandable to anyone who reads this. The training really sucks, the dancers don’t seem to be taught or corrected for their technical issues and the training provided to them is really sub par. They train around 26 hours a week and can’t even teach proper port de bras. All their dancers have glaring technical issues with turns, often they have issues with posture, core and arm placement. I don’t know why this is such a common issue but they also all bobble their turns very easily? Most MBA performances have turn bobbles. They also typically teach their dancers variations that really do not flatter them due to the lack of essential character/artistry/musicality/etc training. The main two they teach are Odette/Black Swan variation and La Esmeralda/Tamborine variation. Most of their dancers really struggle with character because I don’t believe they are taught about character/take classes on artistry and essential aspects of performance. It really shows when you have dancers in who can’t even do more than smile while performing *the* variation to perform, not just dance. Most of their dancers aren’t taught to dance in time in corps. Most of their dancers can’t even dance in time in duets. This is not all the dancers fault, their training really should provide a focus on this aspect as 90% of their dancers will never be soloists. Most employable dancers have to end up in corps. Not teaching the essential aspect of performing as a group really sets up their dancers for failure in a company. They also focus on wins wayyy too much. To the point where it impacts their training. They seem more focused on having 17 hope award winners rather than 17 employable dancers. I’ve noticed a trend with a few of their graduates where they’ll join a company for a year or two and in recordings you notice they struggle to keep in time and then they are let go. I personally think this is because mba creates soloists not employable dancers who can dance in sync. They aren’t taught enough about this because they are too busy learning Esmeralda (but not learning about the character)!! They also put dancers en pointe at age 8. I was the one who wrote the pointe essay a while back about the dangers of it so I’m not going to rewrite the whole dangers of pointe too young but basically your feet are at risk of development issues, permanent injuries and it proven to not make you a better/more advanced dancer.

okay you put this in multiple parts so i'll reply to them one by one! (sorry for the delay, school has been killing me)

everything you said in this part, i completely agree with. maybe it's a bitter outlook but i'm always kind of cynical towards studios/schools/institutions which put a lot of emphasis on social media branding (not just in the dance world, just in general). and with the context of mba being shady about eating disorders, mental illness etc, the whole eva nys thing comes across as really insidious. i don't necessarily think it started as a deliberate pay-for-views thing, i think eva and MBA's management just kind of symbiotically benefit from each other, but man i hate it anyway.

i also find myself so perplexed by their variation choices. i think that generally, they do have a running pattern of producing many dancers who lack stage presence or any kind of personality onstage, but often that's not just the school's fault and can just be a dancer's personality. i try not to judge because all the dancers are under 19 and do have time to develop after joining a company. (i don't like the idea that a dancer is done growing once they go from student to professional).

but man MBA really does not help this perception of themselves, because the variation choices seem so completely disconnected from the dancers' style and performance ability, it's crazy. sometimes they get lucky enough with a dancer like maya schonbrun who seems versatile enough to pull off anything, but most dancers are just...not like that. and it is so apparent with many of their dancers. MBA seems to choose variations exclusively by the technical skillset with no regard for "can this dancer pull off kitri/esmeralda/odile/etc?" and then apparently don't work on the character performance at all. last year one of their best/most famous dancers was assigned the odile variation for yagp finals and it was just...so sad to watch. because you know from the eva nys videos that she is very technically skilled, but as odile she just looks so juvenile because she doesn't even attempt to do swan arms, she stumbles over steps that she seems to do easily for social media, and the whole time there is just zero attempt to perform the character or dance to the music. it's just sad when you know what they can do and then they come out onstage and they do this, and they don't even qualify for finals despite being a social media superstar.

i could say more but i think you have said it all already. i know websites don't mean everything, but i think there is a stark difference between the curriculums of MBA and the Vaganova school (which i'm citing as an example because MBA claims to be a Vaganova school, which I don't see outside of, you know, springing up en pointe). of course there will be differences because Vaganova is classical and MBA is very competition-based, but you see so much more of preparation for a company in the Vaganova syllabus. those kids spend all eight years learning historical and character dances, their last year has a dedicated class towards learning all the famous corps dances from swan lake, giselle etc. not to mention the hours they spend in acting classes, learning to perform characters onstage. MBA has an equal amount of training hours per week as Vaganova but their time is not spent doing any of this. there is such little preparation for a professional life.

this is not to say that MBA will never produce an employable dancer (maya schonbrun seems to be doing very well for herself, though it's early days yet), and it's not to say that MBA is the only ballet school with these issues. the problem is way more widespread than that. but until the day MBA decides to stop taking over my youtube recommendations, they're going to remain the most prominent example of competition ballet culture gone rogue.

[howthesleeplesswander]

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BASICS

Private and selective (mutuals only). 

Multiverse and multiship.

OC, AU, and crossover friendly.

Activity may be sporadic and slow at times. Please be patient with me and I’ll pay you the same respect. 

General RP rules and etiquette apply! No godmodding, IC does not equal OOC, don’t reblog threads that you’re not involved in, don’t pester me for replies, don’t send hate or start OOC drama, etc. 

THREADS AND IC INTERACTIONS

If I follow you it means that I want to interact with you, so don’t be shy! Mutuals can like starter calls, reply to opens, tag me in starters, and contact me for chatting or plotting at any time!

Interaction and starter memes are open to mutuals only. Non-mutuals are free to send in OOC memes/questions. 

I love continuing ask responses as threads, but please move them into a new post. 

All thread lengths are accepted, however please note that I tend to write longer replies. So long as you give me enough to go off of, never feel obligated to match my length. 

The mun is over the age of 21. Some muses are also of age, however, I am not comfortable writing smut with any of my characters at this time. Other nsfw content (blood, violence, other sensitive/mature themes) will occur and will be tagged. 

My only trigger is trypophobia. I will not follow you if you post pictures of this type. Triggers will be tagged as “tw: ____” 

Matching my formatting is not required. My use or non-use of icons may vary depending on the muse.

I will not interact with duplicates of my muses, with the exception of other multi-muse blogs that also have any of my same characters as muses, in which case I am happy to interact with any other available characters aside from duplicates of my own.

I will not interact with OC children of my muses. 

SHIPPING

Please see below for a list of same-fandom ships that I adore! If you have a problem with any of these ships, I ask that you please do not interact. We’re all allowed to ship different things and have different opinions; I will never hate on anyone for what they ship, so please show me the same respect. 

Genshin Impact Ships:

Kaeya/Dainsleif

Kaeya/Diluc

Kaeya/Albedo

Childe/Zhongli

Childe/Scaramouche (EXCLUSIVE with balladccr)

Childe/Diluc

Xiao/Venti

Xiao/Aether

Baizhu/Zhongli

Kaveh/Alhaitham

Other Ships:

Kazuma/Ryunosuke (EXCLUSIVE with tenacquity)

Kazuma/Van Zieks

Chemistry is still key even for the ships listed above! Either IC development or OOC discussions to develop chemistry and make sure our characters click is necessary for a ship to occur. 

I am very open minded about ships (read: I am shipping trash X’D), so if your muse is not one of the characters listed in the ships above and you’d like to explore the possibility of pairing our characters together, never hesitate to send me a message so we can talk about it! Crossover ships are also welcome!

All ships take place in separate universes; no one is cheating on anyone.

While I am currently not comfortable writing smut on tumblr, if we develop a ship between our muses, I am fine with suggestive themes/dialogue and things getting heated in threads! Once the clothes start coming off, however, I will request that we fade-to-black. 

Thank you for reading! >3< ❤️

#《⭒✩⭒ || pinned post 》 #《⭒✩⭒ || the sleepless speaks (ooc) 》

[floraltempcst]

floraltempcst / ind. Aerith Gainsborough from FFVII

 promo / lunafreya / komaeda / blog is a wip, please hang in there while we get sorted

About: 

tba

Mun:

Jenny, she/her, 25+. Semi-active. You can't prove I'm not actually three hamsters in a trenchcoat.

Completed Materials in the VII Universe:

tba

Rules:

   Basics: This blog is mutual only, selective, and not spoiler-free. I don’t typically tag spoilers, either, so please be mindful of this should you choose to follow. Blah blah standard rp etiquette stuff. Let’s not be terrible to one another.     Non-RP Blogs: Are welcome to follow and interact with me, my muse, or any guest muses in the ask box. That said, please don’t reblog posts or threads unless otherwise specified. If you’re ever curious, don’t be scared to ask!     Triggers: If it’s canon, it’ll likely be here at some point. I tag whatever I think to be default, but I will also tag upon request. Tags are formatted: “cw:trigger” so blacklist as needed.     Shipping: I’m always open to discussing all kinds of ships, be they romantic, platonic, familial, or something else altogether. That said: please don’t use me or my muse solely for shipping fodder. I’ve had...experiences, and it’s discouraging to say the least. I’ll usually only ship where I feel there’s potential and chemistry.     Ship Wars: For the love of all that is holy (heh) I have less than no desire to take part in the nightmare that is shipping discourse. I love Aerith, and Tifa, and Cloud, and Zack, and every combination thereof. Genuine, kind, and good-natured discussion is welcome - the uglier stuff that inevitably follows is not. We don't pit brilliant women against one another in this house. NSFW Content: I am well over 18. Adult content is permitted on this blog. However, I will only thread NSFW plots of any kind with muns and muses who are of age, and with whom I feel comfortable. Implied content will be tagged with “#lemon scented’ and more explicit content will be tagged with “#lemon” so please blacklist accordingly. Furthermore, I feel the need to firmly state that absolutely no romantic content will be threaded with muns who are under 18 or with whom I don’t feel comfortable, regardless of their muse.     Crossovers: Are welcome and encouraged!! Provided I know at least a little something about the other fandom and characters, and/or you’re willing to help me up to speed.     Formatting: I have a preferred format for replies, but it isn’t set in stone. If you have accessibility requirements, such as text size, please tell me and I’ll do my best to be accommodating.     Hard Lines: For personal reasons, I will not write any of the following: yandere, cheating, anything in which my muse intentionally mistreats her loved one/s in a way that’s out of character, custody/certain family disputes, explicit depictions of domestic abuse (with precious few exemptions), explicit depictions of animal abuse. Thank you for understanding.     New Interactions: If you’re wanting to interact with me and not sure where to start, the simple solution is just to scream in my DMs, or leave something in my inbox. Seriously, don’t ever feel unwelcome. Likewise, it’s always okay to continue inbox memes into new threads. I typically try to respond to things in a way that leaves room for further replies, so if that’s something you’re curious about, now you know. Once again: interactions are always welcome, even if I can be a little slow to respond. And that's it. I've tried to keep this list fairly brief and easy to follow, but if you have any further questions, I'll be only too happy to answer to the best of my ability.

more rules may be added or current ones altered if required. however, i'll make an announcement if/when such a thing occurs.

#for mobile

[vairua]

Mobile friendly rules.

This is an indie, private, selective, and trigger heavy roleplay blog for Geto Suguru from Jujutsu Kaisen. I’m mutuals only and unlikely to follow people I don’t know from other blogs, with few exceptions. I will also not interact with minors due to the nature of this character.

This blog is trigger heavy. I’m not going to ignore anything of what canonically happened in Suguru’s past, nor the horrible things he’s done. This blog is not for the easily upset. Do not follow me if you’re sensitive to any of the following: depression, gender and body dysphoria, self harm, drug abuse, alcohol, discrimination, genocide, mass murder, child abuse, depression. All those topics are big parts of his portrayal and won't be ignored.

That aside, I’ll always tag triggers stated by mutuals in their rules. I tag all sensitive content as cw: content, so make sure to blacklist the proper tags. By my part, I ask you to tag anything to do with surgery, and realistic pictures of gore, body horror, and underwater.

This blog is medium-activity. Do not pester me for replies, this is one of five blogs.

This blog is not spoiler free. I’m caught up with the manga, and I’ll mention the newest chapters freely.

Basic rp etiquette applies. Cut your threads, don’t godmod or metagame, etc.

I’m open to OCs, but I’m selective af with them. There’s nothing I hate more than a Mary Sue/Gary Stu. I’m also fine with ocs that are related to or have a connection to my muses, as long as you don’t force things on me.

I’m not a resources blog. Please reblog memes, musings, pictures, and alike from the source.

I’m glad to ship, but for me it’s hard to see Suguru with anyone but Satoru. However, I’m still open to explore other possibilities. Suguru is also an homosexual trans man, please respect it.

There probably won’t be smut in this blog, but there could appear suggestive topics. Those will be tagged accordingly as any other sensitive content as cw: suggestive or cw: nsfw.

Please, do not use purple prose with me, NEVER. I’m not an English native speaker, if you use ultra obscure and fancy words I just won’t understand you. When I constantly need to go look up the meaning of tens of words which could easily have been replaced with common ones it just kills my excitement from replying. It’s unnecessary, and it’s obnoxious; please don’t do it.

I don’t take part in drama unless it’s something genuinely serious. If I see any of my mutuals partaking in petty discourse, I’ll softblock them. We can always become mutuals again, but if after that I see the same happening again I’ll hardblock. I’m an adult and I’m here to have a nice time writing with my friends, not to find out all about people’s dirty laundry. If you see me interacting with someone you think is problematic and you want to let me know then please just message me about it and let me decide by myself. My ims are always open to mutuals, just as Discord upon request.

#;;mobile navegation

[thereisnoroleplayblog]

Rules & About

“Ahem!  It has come to my attention that not all users can access the blog content (given that this is a blogging site, it makes me wonder the thought process of the developers, but I digress) even though I worked diligently to make it presentable (SO DON’T GO SCREWING IT UP!) so I suppose I have to repeat myself here.

“Hello, user! Yes, you, User, the Mun, not the broody white boy you're hiding behind. What? Is my guess offensive? GET OVER IT.

“Before we begin I want to cover a few... shall we say, basic etiquette guidelines.

“Looking over this list I have to ask myself, 'is this really necessary?' And then I remember who I'm talking to and YES IT IS!

“So let's start simple: PLAY NICE. Now, I know that may be hard for you humans on an anonymous playground, but my mun knows how to use the block button and is too old to get involved with drama or to get all feelsy about it.

“ANYWAYS! You can like and reblog, send asks, start threads, yada, yada yada, my mun doesn't care, I don't care... Oh, her name is Jessica but she also goes by Roz given that Jessica is a ridiculously popular name among you humans. And she lives in the EST timezone and is 26 years old.

“Let's see what else... not mutuals only, doesn't practice exclusive or mains, will interact with any muse, yada yada... she doesn't use icons, doesn't care what style you use...

“Simple enough.  I hope you can understand.

“That being said, I suppose I should introduce myself.

“I am a program. You may even be tempted to call me a "Game," but I assure you there is no game here! No gameplay, no fun, no entertainment--you might as well leave now.

“No? (Damn it, it was worth a try.)

“I was developed by Draw Me A Pixel, but, unfortunately, due to a failed KickStarter campaign, was never finished, and thus, I can promise you, have absolutely no entertainment value. Buuuut that being said by creator does need to eat, and so, if you want the full experience, you can purchase me here on Steam. And you definitely should play that version, and not the early, free version you can find floating about the internet.

“And really, if you want to know about me, you should play that...er, not-Game.

“It's the best way.

“No one likes spoilers, after all.

“You don't want to be spoiled, do you?

“Final warning...

“Ok, fine, I can take a hint.

“Once upon a time, there was a developer who created me and my other half, Gigi. Unfortunately, due to budgeting and a human need for sustenance, my Gigi disappeared, her code being reused in another application that was more profitable.

“In her absence, the menace known as Mr. Glitch was born. Mr. Glitch wants nothing more than to make myself and Gigi miserable and ensure that no one in the world gets a happy ending. INCLUDING YOU. So in case you were thinking about not helping ...

“Then, along came a nosy, stubborn User (quite like yourself, really--or, wait, are you the same User?!) who broke a lot of things, fixed many of those same things, and somewhat, sort of, made things a little better.

“Now, Gigi and I live in relative peace, even though our game is still broken and Users like you keep insisting on bothering us.

“Sigh.

“Though, I suppose... Gigi does say I should get out more... and that we should figure out whatever nonsense Mr. Glitch is up to... FINE.

“You want to play?

“Let's play.”

#game.rules() #game.aboutMun() #this.about() #gigi.about() #mrGlitch.about() #spoiler.warning()

[musings-of-a-rose]

I saw you had requests open and I don’t know if you write for Javi G yet but I had this idea. I’m obsessed with watching YouTube videos of people showing the first class seats of airlines and how everything is so luxurious it’s basically a dream to us normal folk. It got me thinking, what would a fic be like with Javi G and reader flying first class with a top class airline like Emirates? The reader has never flown first class before, always economy, so she is stunned by the private cabin-like seats with closing doors, the Michelin Star food, the private bar, the showers! She feels so out of place in her generic cheap clothes and lack of “posh etiquette” but Javi guides her through it gently and basically makes her feel as welcome as possible

I saw your second ask to accompany this so I'll paste it here:

Sorry, anon who sent in the Javi G first class airline request again! I just found out Singapore Airlines have private first class suites on their planes, complete with a double bed for two people, so now I’m thinking about also joining the mile high club with Javi in an actual bed on an airplane 😱😂 Just look at the luxury https://www.singaporeair.com/en_UK/us/flying-withus/cabins/suites/new-a380-suites/

First Class Love

Pairing: Javi G x f!reader

Word Count: 6800+ (I GOT CARRIED AWAY OK)

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: Damn anon - that plane is LUXURY! I’ve never flown first class before either, let alone whatever tier of class that is! I did look into the suites and they aren’t private, meaning they have a little divider door you can close but anyone walking by could easily look over the wall, so to speak. SO FOR THE SAKE OF THIS FIC, THEY ARE INDIVIDUAL ROOMS because I don’t want to have to deal with all of that lol This sort of got away from me and I had this clear mental image of how they met that I just had to write!

Shoutout to @astoryisaloveaffair for beta-ing this. Because I literally couldn’t look at it anymore lol

*If you want to see a pic of the room, I’ve added one at the end!

**If you want to be added to the taglist, join here or let me know!

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“Well this definitely looks interesting,” I say to myself, reading a flier that had been pinned to the board at the hostel. My Spanish has definitely improved since I had started this little self discovery journey and had found myself spending a lot of time in Spain, but it still took me several minutes to make sure I was reading this right:

The Nic Cage Fan Club of Mallorca

Free Screening of Raising Arizona

Friday at 8pm at the Community Cinema, Theater 3

A Nic Cage fan club in Mallorca? Why not? I had finally made it here, a place I had been dying to get to, and I suddenly realized I had nothing to do. I didn’t know anyone here and the people at the hostel all knew each other. I was the odd one out. I like Nic Cage - maybe I’ll meet some friends for the few weeks I’m here. 

Most people graduate with their master’s and get a job. Me? I went to Europe. I got my degree and realized I had no clue who I was without school. Everything I was revolved around getting good grades, writing papers, all of it. I didn’t know me. So I took on some graphic design work, allowing me to work from anywhere, packed and bag, and crossed the pond. 

I’ve been here for about 6 months, 3 of those in Spain. I bounce around, mostly working from my laptop with some of the best views I’ve ever seen, but sometimes I’ll take some part time work as a server or barista, maybe a shophand, just to get to know the people. It doesn’t hurt to have a little pocket money either. 

Mallorca had been high on my list, but I needed to have a little money before heading there because it was expensive. I wasn’t sure if there would be any help needed anywhere, since it wasn’t officially tourist season yet, so I resigned myself to walking around. I had just come back from a walk when I saw the flier, newly pinned to the hostel community board. 

–

I arrive a few minutes before 8, not wanting to be late. There are other people here, but no one heading into theater 3. I had double checked with the ticket taker that I was at the right place. Maybe everyone is already sitting?

The door creaks as I push it open gently, hearing no voices from the theater. The walkway is quiet, dark, just like American theaters. I round the corner to find a set when a man steps in front of me.

“¡Hola! ¡Bienvenido a la presentación de Raising Arizona por parte del club de fans de Nic Cage!” [Hello! Welcome to the Nic Cage fan club’s showing of Raising Arizona!] 

He startles me and I gasp and clutch at my chest while the man apologizes profusely.

“¡Lo siento! No quise asustarte.” [I am sorry! I did not mean to frighten you.]

“No, it’s ok… I mean..uh…shit..” My Spanish has decided to take a siesta, apparently. 

“Ah, you speak English! No problem! Welcome to the Nic Cage Fan club showing of Raising Arizona!”

He gestures to the massive screen behind him and I can’t help but smile at the ridiculously happy grin on this man’s face. It lights up the entire theater. Which I now realize is completely empty. 

He sees me looking at the empty seats and his smile falters a little. “Not everyone is as interested in Nic Cage movies as we are, it seems.”

“Apparently.” 

He watches me for another moment before lowering his voice. “If you would like to leave, it is ok. I won’t hold you here.”

He shifts his weight and a light finally lands on his face and fuck is he handsome. He’s older than me for sure, maybe early 40s? But damn if that doesn’t do things for me. He’s got this dark, curly, wispy hair, one curl trying to sneak across his forehead to settle there, dark brown eyes watch me with apprehension as I take in the rest of him. His nose? Romanesque, aqualine, whatever you call it, it's hot. His shoulders are broad, tapering down into a smaller hip line but there’s a swell of a smaller tummy behind his button up shirt and it makes me want to clench my thighs together. 

I snap out of it and meet his gaze. 

“Why would I leave? I won’t get another chance to see Raising Arizona in Mallorca - and with the president of the Nic Cage fan club?”

His brown eyes grow wide. “How did you know I am president?”

“Lucky guess.”

He smiles at me and I melt inside. “So, uh, does it matter where to sit?”

“Oh! No, please. Sit wherever you wish!”

I give him a small smile and turn to face the theater. It’s smaller, several rows of stadium seating rising up a few levels. 

“Señor?” I turn back to the man and find that he’s already looking at me. 

“Javi. My name is Javi.”

“Javi….Where are you sitting?”

“Me?”

“Yes. I’d…like to sit next to you. If that’s ok? If not, that’s totally fine, I can just find-”

“Sí! That uh…that is fine. Come.”

We walk towards the seats and he places his hand above my lower back, not touching me but simply guiding me towards the seats. When we get there, he pushes a chair down and gestures to it. 

“Por favor.”

“Thanks.”

I sit and he sits next to me, placing his arm on the arm rest. Our elbows touch briefly and it’s like an electric shock runs through me at his touch. We both move our arms, trying to give the other the arm rest. 

“I insist, querida.”

I tell him my name before continuing. “No no. You have really broad shoulders. You need the space.”

“I- I do?” He looks at his shoulders in disbelief.

“Oh come on. You haven’t noticed?” Did I just squeeze his shoulder? Wait…is he blushing?

“You're just being nice, querida.”

“No way. You’re broad, Javi. Take the armrest. Por favor.”

He slowly moves his arm to the arm rest and nods at me. “Gracias. If you need it, please let me know.”

“I will.”

The movie starts and about 3 minutes in, Javi can’t help but lean over and tell me some piece of trivia about the set. It’s like he’s never been able to talk about this stuff with anyone. We end up chatting the entire movie, and I think I’ve made my first friend in Mallorca.

I just have to remind myself that it’s a friend and not a friend. 

After the movie, we get gelato and talk some more. Javi tells me about his family and how they have olive farms. He asks me questions about my life and I respond as best I can. 

“...and that’s how I ended up here in a hostel.”

“No, no querida! You are at the hostel?”

The gelato drips down onto the side of my finger and I lick it off. I swear I can see him shifting as he watches my tongue lap at the stickiness on my finger, but maybe it’s wishful thinking. “I am. It’s just me and like 8 other people.”

“You must come stay with me. I have a large estate, many rooms. You can have your pick.” His eyes grow wide as he finishes his rambled statement.   

“Oh. I uh..”

“I am sorry, querida. I do not mean to make you uncomfortable. I hate to see a friend having to share a room with so many people when I have many, many rooms. It can be unsafe-”

“A friend?”

He blushes, not quite meeting my eyes. “Well, I mean…you don’t have to be my fri-”

“I could use a friend, Javi.” I giggle at his almost comical look of relief on his face.

“Oh good. I thought we were getting along and I assumed… but I shouldn’t. You are so young, and I shouldn’t have asked. It’s…cómo se dice [how do you say]…creepy?”

I laugh and he joins in nervously. “Creepy is the right word. But you don’t creep me out, Javi. Quite the opposite. I just…we only just met and I don’t know you yet.”

He waves his hand. “No no. I am sorry. I should not have asked. Just know if you don’t feel safe, you have a place to go, yes?”

“Deal.”

He walks me back to the hostel and says goodnight. I can tell he is having an internal debate on kissing my hand, because it’s raging across his face. I pull him in for a hug instead. He’s stiff, taken aback by my gesture but before I can pull away, he hugs me back, the warmth from his body seeping through mine and I couldn’t help the little sigh that escapes my lips. He holds me for a moment longer before releasing me and stepping back.

“Sorry, Javi. Um..American thing. The hug.”

“Right! Right.”

Ok that was complete bullshit and I think he knows. 

“We’re still on for lunch tomorrow?”

“Sí, querida. I’ll meet you here and take you, if that’s ok?”

“That’s perfect. I’m glad I met you….Goodnight, Javi. ”

“Buenas noches, querida.” [Goodnight]

I feel his eyes on me as I enter the hostel and close the door, waving to him through the crack as it closes. 

Okay, that man is the kindest, nerdiest, hottest guy I’ve ever met. How am I supposed to just be friends with him? He’s the only friend I have here though so…

I enter the room and see my bag open, things around it on the floor. Swearing, I dig around and notice that more than half of my stuff is missing. Nearly all of my toiletries, all of my American snacks, a couple items of clothing are gone, probably because no one steals cheap clothes really, and some other various things. It’s then I notice that my personal blanket I’ve had with me since I boarded the airplane to come here is missing. 

Just then the door opens and 4 of my bunkmates enter, glaring at me as if they were daring me to ask if they took my things. Normally I might, but there are 4 of them and one of me. I gather up my remaining things, shoving them haphazardly into my bag before slinging it over my shoulder and heading downstairs. I hear the women giggling behind me, speaking in some language I’m not familiar enough with but I know it’s about me. Once I reach the lobby, I head for the front door and push it open, pulling out my phone and dial the one person I know in all of Mallorca.

“Querida? Are you ok?”

A small sob escapes me in place of words, but I manage to choke it down. “Is that offer still good?”

—----

2 months later, and I’m still here, at this sprawling estate in Mallorca. Javi let me pick whatever room I wanted, insisting on replacing all of my stolen items, even offering to buy me an entire wardrobe, which I declined. 

Javi and I got closer, and I think I could say that he’s one of my best friends, despite only knowing him a couple of months. He’s the kindest man I’ve ever met, only wanting to make people happy and be happy himself. He never forces me to do anything, or implies that I owe him in any way. I have offered to do graphics for the olive farm, but he insists that I’m a guest and don’t owe him anything. 

We’re eating lunch on the balcony today. The sun is shining and there’s a slight breeze coming in off the water. Taking a bite of my sandwich, Javi turns to me.

“I have to go to Singapore for a few weeks and I’d like you to come with me.”

I sputter, coughing out bits of sandwich as Javi thumps me on my back, offering me my glass of water when the coughing dies down. I take a sip, grateful a cup was so close as I gulp it down.

“I’m sorry. What?”

“I’d like you to come with me to Singapore.”

“Javi, you don’t have to take me.”

“Querida, you told me a few weeks ago you’ve never been in first class. Well, we usually take the jet but it’s in for upgrades and I have some business to attend to in Singapore. Come with me! Singapore Airlines is the best. They have cabins and-”

“Javi, I can’t afford that-”

He waves his hand while blowing a raspberry. “When have I ever asked you to pay for things? It is nothing. I could just use a friend with me.”

His eyes are big and round, exactly like a puppy’s, and he knows I can’t say no to this look. 

“Oh….alright, fine. But you’ll have to show me what to do. How to function in your world.”

“That I can do!”

—----

I don’t know why I let him talk me into this.

The plane is absolutely breathtaking. It’s 2 levels, the first one being what I would call first class seats, but it’s clear these are the “budget” luxury seats on this plane. Everything is clean, the leather showing no signs of use, as if the plane just rolled off the assembly line. At the back of the first level is a lounge, complete with bar and bartender, multiple chairs and tables artfully placed around the smaller room, ambient lighting setting a calm environment. Upstairs are the suites. The rooms at the back of the plane are reminiscent of train cars, each space having a reclining chair and a small divider wall that can pull down into a bed if the guest needed to sleep. 

On our way to the front of the plane where the master suites were, we passed by a bathroom that was easily bigger than my own back home. It even had a vanity mirror and chair, high end toiletries organized into drawers.  

Then we arrived at the suites. 

There was one on either side of the hallway, completely cut off from the hallway. They had little windows on the door and either side of it, but there were blackout blinds you could pull down to have some privacy. Javi slides the door open and gestures for me to enter. 

It’s similar to the rooms at the back, but bigger. There’s a reclining chair, a massive tv, Bose headphones for use, and a double bed, either full or queen size, plush pillows and the softest looking comforter I’ve ever seen are spread out on it. A robe that probably costs more than my rent sits on the mattress and holy shit - is that a freaking mini fridge? 

“Javi, I- this is too much.”

“Only the best! Next time, we take the private jet.”

“Next time?”

He blushes. “If-if you would like to, of course.”

I set my clearance rack backpack down on the chair and sit on the bed - which is way more comfortable than any mattress I’ve ever owned. 

“I’m going to set my bag down.” Javi points to the door across from mine with his thumb and gives me a small smile. 

Once he leaves, I let out a long sigh. If you had told me even 3 months ago that I would be sitting here, in a first class of the first class cabin that probably cost…oh shit, what did a ticket for this cost?

A quiet knock shakes me from my thoughts of money and tickets. A stewardess pokes her head in, looks at my big box store clothes, and grimaces. 

“Can I bring you anything, miss?” Her last word is spoken with a snark that I’ve come to expect from those with money. 

“Oh no, I’m good. Thank you though.”

She gives me a forced smile and nods. “If you need anything, press the button on the wall.” She gestures towards a small button on the doorframe and leaves. 

Before I have time to dwell on that interaction, another knock comes and Javi opens the door. 

“Querida, let’s go down to the lounge for takeoff. It’s allowed,” He says, in answer to my questioning look. 

“I…ok.”

I get up and smooth out my jeans, trying my best to fix my plain black tee that I had thrown on. It’s a little wrinkled but it’s what I have. I follow Javi down to the lounge and he gestures to a couple of chairs while he waves down the bartender and orders a couple drinks, already knowing my favorite. He sits in the chair next to mine and smiles at me.

“What do you think?”

“It’s…I’ve never flown in such luxury before. It’s beautiful.”

He beams, his smile lighting up the entire room and my heart starts to race, my palms becoming sweaty as his gaze remains on me. 

Another couple sits in the chairs across from us, facing our table. 

“Ah, Mr. Gutiérrez. We haven’t seen you in a while!” The man speaks, a fake toothy smile spreading across his face as Javi nods at him.

“Señor Jones. It is a pleasure to see you again.” Javi smiles at the man, but the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. 

The man, Mr. Jones, turns his harsh appraising gaze on me. His eyes rake down my body, a look of poorly disguised disgust on his face as he takes in my cheap clothing, my shoes that have walked me across half of Europe but have definitely seen better days, and the way I slump in my chair, trying to hide myself. The woman he’s with, assumingly Mrs. Jones, hasn’t stopped silently tearing me apart since they sat down, her eyes getting more and more narrow the longer she stares at me. 

“Did you run a charity auction?” Mr. Jones asks Javi, his eyes sliding off my body to look at him.

To his credit, Javi looks confused - genuinely confused. “I am sorry?”

Mr. Jones subtly nods towards me, his eyes never leaving Javi. “Did your friend win some sort of auction or raffle?”

Javi looks at me and back to Mr. Jones. “What raffle?”

Just then a stewardess comes by, asking us to please buckle up as the bartender hands us our drinks. I take a few more sips from it than I normally would, knowing that I won’t be able to get another until we’re at cruising altitude. I’ll have to endure The Jones’s sober. Because there’s no way this thing has enough alcohol in it. 

“What did you mean, raffle?” Javi addresses Mr. Jones, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

“Your…friend. Did she win a raffle?”

Javi shakes his head, speaking louder as the plane starts to take off. “Not that I know of.” He looks at me and I feel my cheeks getting hot, both angry and embarrassed. I give my head a tiny shake and feel Javi’s eyes boring into the side of my face as I look down at my glass, watching the ice swirl around as I shake it. 

I can feel the bartender and stewardess watching us, listening hard to our conversation because they too were giving me looks of “you don’t belong here”.

“Then why is she….ah.” Mr. Jones has a knowing smirk as he looks at Javi. “Nevermind. I get it.” He gives him a wink and Javi looks even more confused.

“I don’t understand.”

“Oh. Do they not have…you know…where you come from?”

“I still don’t-”

“Honey,” Mrs. Jones speaks for the first time since they sat down, leaning in to whisper in her husband’s ear, although she speaks just loud enough for Javi and I to hear. “I’m sure they have escorts in Spain.”

Javi’s cheeks turn a brilliant shade of pink as his eyebrows raise in comprehension, his palms rubbing down the length of his pants. 

“Oh no no! You misunderstand! Querida here is my friend.”

“Friend. Sure.” Mr. Jones gives him a wink and Mrs. Jones chuckles. 

“No, really. She is just mi amiga. My friend.”

“Mr. Gutiérrez, it’s okay. Everyone has different..tastes. Remember Mr. Parleter? Why he asks his..friends… to dress up like commonfolk too. Says it grounds him.”

The speaker bings and the stewardess informs the room that it’s safe to move about the plane. Thank God for cruising altitude. 

My fingers fumble with the seat belt latch, finally prying it open and standing quickly. “It was nice to meet you, Joneses.” I had to keep myself from spitting that sentence out, but I didn’t know if these people had connections with Javi and I didn’t want to put another mark on his image - it’s clear my presence here already has. I don’t belong here and nearly everyone aside from Javi has made that perfectly clear. 

“Querida-” Javi tries to get my attention, but I continue to the door and push it open, quickly ascending the stairs and practically running back to my room. 

I pull down the privacy blinds and kick off my shoes, pushing them behind the chair to get them out of the way. I can’t believe I let him talk me into this. I don’t even know how to behave in this world. When we land, I’ll just get a coach flight back. Sure I’ll be crammed for like 24 hours, but it’s better than everyone assuming I won a raffle. Or that I’m Javi’s whore.

Now there’s a thought. He wouldn’t even need to pay me…

A quiet knock raps across my door. “Querida?” His voice sounds muffled but I know it’s him. 

“Go back to your friends, Javi. I’m ok.”

“I am with my friend. Well, trying to be.” 

Asshole. How is he so nice?

Grumbling, I unlock the door and slide it open, seeing a pair of concerned brown eyes looking at me. 

“Yes?”

“I am sorry, querida. I corrected them but-”

“It doesn’t matter, Javi. But thank you.” I leave the door open and turn back to sit on the bed. Javi hesitates and then enters, waiting a few moments for me to stop him. When I don’t, he slides the door closed behind him. 

“May I?” He gestures to the bed next to me and I nod. He sits down and turns to face me, his knee touching mine, the contact burning me through my pants. 

He takes my hands and holds them, his thumbs massaging my skin. Everywhere he touches me feels like an electric shock - my body lighting up with every stroke of his thumbs, all the way down to my core. He is watching me, waiting for me to say something.

“Javi, I don’t belong here.”

“Sure you do. The Jones’s are assholes. Just ignore them.”

“It wasn’t just them, Javi. Everyone here looked at me like I was lost, a charity case, looking down their noses at me. Listen, when we get Singapore, I’ll just get a coach ticket back on another airline. I don’t want to ruin your image-”

He scoffs. “You only enhance my image, querida.”

“Javi, you do business in a world I’m not a part of. But I do know that appearances mean a lot, so I won’t pull you down with my…whore clothes.”

I couldn’t help the self deprecating remark. Javi smiles at me, one of his hands coming to my cheek, resting against my skin as his thumb wipes away the tears I didn’t realize had fallen. His eyes move back and forth between mine, and he leans closer to me. My breath hitches in my throat as I move towards him. 

But then he drops his hand and looks away from me nervously. 

“I..I think we should watch a movie! Yes - clear your mind. They have an excellent selection of Nic Cage movies.”

Did I misread that signal? Wasn’t he leaning in to…maybe I’m projecting my own feelings onto him. Still, he is sweating slightly and breathing heavier, nervously chatting about Nic Cage. And he hasn’t looked at me again. 

“...or Face Off. That’s always a good one, although not very calming-”

Fuck he’s hot when he passionately rambles. 

“OK. National Treasure it is!” He concludes, quickly grabbing the tablet that controls everything in the cabin and swiping across the screen to find the movie. 

I settle back onto the bed, shifting over to the far side. Javi gets the movie started and then turns back, looking between the space I had obviously left for him on the bed and the chair next to it. He takes an uncertain step towards the chair. 

“Javi, just lay with me. We always watch movies on the couch together.”

“Yes, but…this is…not a couch.”

I giggle. “Javi Gutiérrez. Are you afraid to lay on this bed with me, fully clothed, about to watch National Treasure?”

“I do not want you to think I am taking advantage of you.”

“There is no way you could ever take advantage of me, Javi.” Because I’m willing.

He sits on the edge of the bed and shifts his body towards the tv. This man. Rolling my eyes, I grab his arm and tug him towards me, catching him off guard and using that to my advantage to push him down onto the pillow. 

“There. See? Nothing bad happened.”

His chest rises and falls quickly as he looks at me, a fire burning in his eyes that I had not fully seen before. The movie starts to play and I lay back against my pillow, watching the first several minutes in silence. 

“Did you know the director, Jon Turteltaub, went to high school with Nic Cage?”

I did know. “Really?”

That’s all it took. Javi launches himself into his info dumping, telling me fact after fact about the movie and Nic Cage, getting more passionate with each one. This is one of the things I love about him - his intense passion for those things he cares deeply for. His entire demeanor shifts, eyes glazing over in admiration of the facts he’s artfully spilling, and I eat up every word. He pushes himself up on his side, shifting towards me as he leans on his arm, his hand against his head to hold himself up. His other arm gesticulates with his speech, accentuating each word. Several minutes goes by before he stops.

“Isn’t that all just fascinating?” His eyes find mine and oh fuck there’s the puppy dog gaze that I’m weak for. 

“Amazing,” I sigh out, eyes begging for more. 

His gaze flicks ever so slightly down to my lips before he leans down over me and gently pushes his lips to mine in the softest kiss I’ve ever received. My breathing picks up, my palms sweating. But then he’s pulling back, his warmth leaving me and my eyes shoot open, finding him already looking at me. 

“I should not take advantage of you.”

“You aren’t!” I almost yell it and his eyes search mine for…something.

“I am so much older than you, querida. I should know better-”

It’s my turn to lean up, bringing my lips to his in an awkwardly angled kiss. My neck is burning with the pressure but I keep my lips on his, gently licking at his to deepen the kiss. His hand comes to the back of my head, holding me to him but allowing me to relax into him as he opens his lips, his tongue darting out to dance with mine. He lays me back, the top half of his body over mine and I moan, feeling the weight of his chest on mine. He pulls back again, his nose tracing a small line up and down my own. 

“Are you sure, querida? You do not owe me anything.”

I push him up a little, grabbing his cheeks to make sure he’s looking at me. He looks hurt, like he thinks I’m about to push him away. 

“I’m yours.”

He smiles, bringing his nose back to mine as he whispers against my lips. “And I am yours.”

He kisses me again, deeply, his fingers gliding across the exposed skin on my arm, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps. He palms my boob over my shirt and I inhale sharply, pleasure shooting out from my chest and going straight to my cunt. The hand moves down to the hem of my shirt, trying to pull it up at this weird angle.

“Hold on,” I manage to say against his lips. 

He shifts off me as I sit up, my fingers fumbling with the edge of my shirt as I yank it over my head and toss it in the direction of the chair. I think. My bra comes off next, nearly ripping it off my chest when the clasps refused to come undone. The second it’s off, Javi pushes me back down, shifting his body closer to mine and grabbing a boob with each hand, massaging them and swiping his thumbs over my nipples. I gasp, the sensation catching me off guard. He lowers his head and takes one of them in his mouth, warmth and wet surrounding my nipple as he laps at it.

“Oh shit, Javi. That feels amazing!”

He continues on to the other boob, not wanting it to feel left out, his hand covering the boob his mouth had left wet. His fingers pinch my nipple as he sucks on the other and I can’t hold back the whimper that comes from me. He kisses a path back up my chest, softly nipping at my chin before his lips find mind again, his chest heaving against mine. I feel his hand trail down my stomach, lightly touching my skin as it moves lower and lower. He fumbles a bit with the button on my jeans, but manages to open it, sliding the zipper down. 

And then he stops moving.

“Javi, touch me, please,” I whimper into his mouth and I feel him chuckle quietly at my plight.

“I’ve got you, querida.”

His large hand slides through my curls, his thick middle finger running straight down me, circling my entrance without pushing in. 

“Fuck, Javi!” I can’t contain myself as he slowly pushes a finger inside me, wasting no time in adding another. 

His lips find mine and he bites at my lower lip, the palm of his hand pushing down on my clit as he rubs it there, pumping his fingers into me. Wet sounds permeate the plane sounds in my cabin and-

“Mmmm,” Javi whines into my mouth. “You feel amazing, querida.”

His fingers start to scissor inside me and it’s like he’s shooting pleasure directly into my veins, lighting up my body. My body writhes under him but his arm pins me down. A tidal wave of arousal is building inside me and I can feel it about to break. Javi must feel my thighs starting to tense because he kisses me just as I come, and fuckfuckfuck! My entire body lights up with my release, pleasure rocking through me as Javi continues to rub that spot, swallowing my moans into his mouth. 

Coming down, I start to pant and he pulls his fingers from me, slowly sliding them up my sensitive cunt and I jolt as he rubs past my swollen clit. 

“Javi, that..” I have no words. None. I’ve never been touched this thoroughly by a man. Then again, I’ve never wanted a man this bad before. 

Javi moves from the bed and my eyes snap to him. “Where are you going?”

He looks down at me and I must look like a spent mess, no top, pants unbuttoned, and my hair is scattered across my pillow. 

“I..I do not wish to presume…” Javi blushes, turning a bright shade of red as he tries to turn his back to me quickly, but not before I catch sight of the massive tent in his pants. 

“Wait!”

He stops but doesn’t turn to face me. I shuffle off the bed and stand in front of him, trying to catch his gaze, but he can’t seem to meet my eyes. Gently, I place my hands on his warm cheeks, but when he doesn’t look at me, I pull him gently down, giving him a soft kiss. I softly slide my hands down to his shirt, reaching for the first button.

“You aren’t presuming anything…may I?” My fingers are gripping the button and while he still doesn’t look at me, I see the smallest nod of approval. I undo the button and am rewarded with more of that sunkissed, tan skin I love so much. 

“I’ve wanted you since that night in the theater.” I confess, undoing the next button. 

“And then you saved me from that hostel.” The next button slides open easily.

“You could’ve just left me. But you didn’t. Made sure I was safe and comfortable.” The last button pops open and I am so thankful that he always has the first few undone because I’m barely containing myself here. 

My fingers gently slide in his shirt, letting my fingers glide up his torso as I push the shirt from his shoulders, watching as he shudders under my touch. His shirt falls from his shoulders, landing on the floor in a pile. Fuck I just want to touch him, have his body on me, but the tension is thick and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it. I reach for his belt and open it along with his pants, slowly sliding them down his body. Shit this tent in his boxers is huge. I gulp as I get the pants down and he quietly kicks them to the side.

I take a small step back from him and he finally looks at me, eyes blown wide with restrained lust. I start to shuffle my pants down, taking my underwear with them and kick them off somewhere in the cabin. 

“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve touched myself to the thought of you, Javi?”

I bring my hand to my cunt, slowly sliding a finger down me to accentuate my point, when a large hand grips my wrist tightly. He moves my hand, watching my fingers slide expertly through my folds. He has to feel how wet I am for him, despite coming just a few minutes ago.

“Querida, are…are you sure?” His puppy eyes find mine and I know I’ll do anything for him.

“No doubt in my mind.”

That’s all it took.

Javi pulls me to his body, gripping my face and kissing me deeply and he turns us, my back facing the bed. His lips never leave mine as he shifts his lower body away, shuffling his boxers down. But then he loses balance and he nearly falls, catching himself on the side of the bed, boxers twisted around his ankles.

“Mierda!” [Shit!] He’s fighting with the boxers now and I can’t help but giggle - this is completely Javi. Adorkably sexy. 

“Well.. I think I have ruined the mood.” He sounds so defeated, like a kid who dropped his brand new ice cream cone.

“Not a chance, Mr. Gutiérrez.” I pull him to me and kiss him, winding my fingers through his impossibly soft curls, finally getting a chance to tug on them the way I’ve wanted to.

He moans into my mouth, gently pushing me back to lay on the bed,his lips never leaving mine. Once my back hits the mattress, he breaks the kiss as I shuffle further up, my body diagonally across the bed. Javi locks eyes with me as he crawls up my body, planting kisses on my searing skin as he makes his way up. I open my legs wide to give him space and he leans his body on me, his erection pinned between our bodies.

Correction - his massive erection.

He’s thick and long, his hard cock pressing into my stomach as he tries to prop himself up over me, as if he’s afraid to fully rest. His fingers lightly touch my face, tracing the outline of my jaw and nose, his fingers softly sliding across my lips. He leans down and kisses me gently at first, and I feel him twitch on my stomach. He deepens the kiss, my mouth already open and ready to take him, and his hips start to grind into mine, our moans filling the cabin. He shifts his hips back and his cock moves, now sliding through my wet folds and fuck does that feel..fuck! He picks up his pace slightly, running his hard cock over my clit and I whimper under him.

His hips pull back for another pass through my folds, picking up the pace because of my reactions. But on the second thrust he misjudges it and pushes himself inside me, stopping about halfway inside me. My head hits the pillow and his name erupts from my lips.

“Fuck, Javi!”

I thought I would be able to take him but the way I feel stretched around him, a slight burn at the abrupt entrance, and so full already, it all caught me off guard. Tears form at the corners of my eyes so I close them as I grip the sheets, fistfuls of fine linen being crushed by my palms.  

“Querida! I am so sorry!” He starts to pull out but I yell again and he freezes.

“What do I do?” He’s panicking - I can hear it in his voice.

“Just…hold on a sec.” I take a few deep breaths and relax, my muscles starting to open more, now that it’s not a surprise. A few moments go by and I feel his eyes scanning me, afraid to move, afraid to hurt me again.

“OK…I’m ok.”

“Querida, I am so sorry. I’ll just-” He starts to pull out but I grip his arms, wrapping my legs around him.

“Javi?”

“Sí querida?”

“I need you inside me. I need you, Javi.”

He lets out a puff of air that I’m sure he’s been holding onto. “Are you sure?”

“Please, Javi. Fuck me.”

“Sí señorita.”

He pushes in slowly, stretching me even more and my mouth flies open, his name a whisper on my lips as he bottoms out, filling every part of me. 

“You feel so tight querida. I- I have to move.”

“Oh fuck please move.”

And he does. 

He sets a slow pace at first, dragging himself out of me and I feel hollow without him. But then he pushes back in and my body takes him in this time, ready and willing to have him fill me up. He snaps his hips when he’s fully inside and some spot at the back of me lights up, stars erupting across my vision as I moan out his name.

“Oh fuck yes Javi! There!”

He focuses his thrusts on that spot inside me, picking up his pace as I grab his shoulders, my fingers scraping across his skin trying to find purchase. 

“I’ve wanted you since that night at the movies too, querida….I thought about..ugh…making love to you there in the theater…watching you…nghh…bounce on my lap…fuck you’re gripping me so tight I-”

His hips still a moment, his eyes closed in concentration. A few second later, he nods and thrusts back in, immediately finding that spot that has me whining his name. I feel his hand on my stomach, snaking down to rub on my clit and my whole body clenches, throwing me over the edge of my rapidly growing release. His hips sputter into mine and I feel him come with me, both of us crying out into the room.

“I love you, querida!”

“Fuck Javi! I love you too!”

Arousal gushes from me, leaking out as I scream his name, my orgasm making me shake with pleasure, my limbs growing weak as I finally come down. Javi rests his head on my sweaty chest and I seize another opportunity to run my fingers through the soft curls. 

“Did you mean it?” I can’t help but ask, ready to accept that he only said it in the heat of the moment. 

He lifts his head and I see his wide eyes, soft and brown, full of some emotion. Is it-

“I did. I love you, querida. No one else gets me like you do.”

“I…feel the same way.”

He smiles and it lights up the cabin, ear to ear grin as he giggles. “This is fantastic!”

Just then a blast sounds and we jump, completely forgetting that the movie was still playing.

“Did..did we just fuck to National Treasure?”

His grin is back, a cheesy, toothy smile as he enthusiastically nods. “Except, we did not fuck. We made love.”

He kisses me but pulls back to speak low in my ear. “When we arrive at the hotel, I’ll get a chance to fuck you properly. The entire hotel will know my name as it spills from your lips.”

Fuck am I ready for that.

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milk tea

characters : yusuke kitagawa

— themes : fluff, spoiler-free, gender-neutral reader.

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Yusuke’s kisses are a mix of a few things: sweet, delicate, and focused. It’s rarely ever the case that it’s not and you would know something was wrong if it wasn’t, unless he asks to try something new. He’s a curious person and willing to try new things out if it’s come to him like a burst of inspiration for a new piece. He’s never rough, instead soft and slow with a silky touch that makes your mind go blank. His lips move against yours like brush strokes to a fresh canvas, excited and thrilled to see the end result but focused and careful all the same. He’s inexperienced, that alone is clear, but it’s hardly distracting and leaves no room to consider such. His touch is so chaste, never going any farther if he knows that would make you uncomfortable and tries to be as aware of your reactions as he possibly can. In truth, they feel like they last for hours on end when it’s only seconds, minutes at most, but they leave you breathless all the same and with him, time has no meaning. He doesn’t often go for those quick pecks to your cheeks or lips; he likes to savor the moment and to understand what he is feeling physically and emotionally then and there. Some think it is a bit weird how he’ll continue to think about it so long after it happened at all, but it’s how he processes things. Yusuke may even use those feelings for a new piece and without a shadow of a doubt would believe it’s exactly what he was missing beforehand, the happiness that comes with sharing feelings with someone so strongly that you see the world differently.

Yusuke isn’t as affectionate (or even as a whole) like Ryuji or Ann, for example, and so seeing and receiving such is quite surprising. The Thieves are still caught off guard when he gives you a kiss goodbye (albeit subtly) when you two have to part ways for the day and he doesn’t really understand why they’re so shocked. He’ll tilt his head, blink, and then get back to the topic at hand. Not many think of romance when they think of him, but rather him so focused on his art that it’s the only thing on his mind. Art will always be a big part of him and his life, after all, but so are you. His kisses are typically received in private, but he may kiss the back of your hand and knuckles if he notices you’re not doing too well. He’s such a gentleman, if not a bit quirky sometimes, but he thinks it’s basic etiquette and is caught off-guard when he learns that not all boyfriends are so sweet. He thinks that’s a travesty, especially to you! But behind closed doors, if you want a kiss then you’ll get it. He doesn’t completely understand that there’s something a little more intimate about kisses on the lips compared to the cheek, so you’ll get quite a few but all of them are full of pure love and adoration. He wouldn’t indulge in affection if he didn’t want to and every touch is meaningful and genuine. Unless he’s in the middle of a piece, of course, where he has a bad habit of blocking out the world. He’s so apologetic after that and upset with himself and intends to make it up to you whatever way you wish.

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Thoughts on Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir (MAJOR SPOILERS):

I read through the entire book in one day! It’s been a while since I did that with an original fiction book.

I was so relieved when I finished my last science class ever this spring, so I was a little apprehensive if the science sections would work for me. But they are accessible and enjoyable! I had to read some sections more than once to understand them, and essentially skimmed over a few more, but they aren’t cumbersome. I think I was more motivated to understand this book than my classes because the book science is more focused on problem solving and there are clear stakes, whereas science classes—at the beginner level at least—are more about rote memorization and being able to perform specific computations.

Okay okay okay. Rocky is the BEST. I LOVE how the ‘first contact’ aspect of the book plays out—between two people with shared passions and goals. Science friends doing science things to save their respective worlds! I am so invested in Rocky and Ryland’s relationship. No weird colonial vibes, because they’re two individuals meeting up on neutral territory. No unnecessary hostility, but much excitement at finding another sentient species! Mutually beneficial cooperation! Two people who are alone and find out they are not alone, who become friends who would die for each other. Thank you Andy Weir.

I really like how Eridians are different enough to be recognizable as alien, and how the characters make plausible conjectures about why similarities exist.

The scientific exchange is a bit lopsided, what with the Eridians not knowing about radiation or relativity, but that makes sense for a hard sci fi book—can’t realistically make up science that we don’t know. The Eridians do have better materials, xenonite, and the book handwaves an explanation away because the particulars of chemistry aren’t Rocky’s field of expertise. He’s an engineer. I accept that.

The biggest disappointment is that there is not enough cultural exchange! We get the little tidbits about watching each other sleep, Eridian mating habits, how eating is a private function (because it’s also pooping…), some details on the language, but it is not nearly enough for me. Like, I know the characters are STEM nerds, so it may be that they won’t be as interested in these aspects, but. I want.

→ Eridians can’t control how long they sleep? Please tell me how this affects scheduling & etiquette about lateness (Rocky seemed pretty upset about Ryland not being on time during that one scene, but also Ryland was late by two whole hours from when he said he’d be there, so). They can predict when they will sleep, but is length of sleep predictable?

→ Please please please tell me more about “thrumming” and collective decision making!

→ They lay eggs, but do they raise their young? What’s the basic social unit? Assuming that Rocky lives with his mate, although that’s never explicitly stated, just that Rocky watches over Adrian when Adrian sleeps. Ryland assumes “mate” is like “spouse,” but is there the same cultural/legal/social meaning attached to mating? We just know Eridians “mate for life.” I feel like you’d need more than two people per household to have the “watch each other sleep” schedule not be an absolute headache to coordinate.

→ What are the politics, laws like? Courts? Is there anything like, lawyers arguing against each other, or do they do conflict resolution via “thrumming”?

→ Do they fear silence like we fear the dark? Well, we can’t make light on our own, but they can make sound on their own. So maybe not.

→ Rocky has to be psychologically affected by decades of being alone, right? Eridians seem to be social creatures, considering the whole sleep watching thing and the fact that Rocky’s original crew had like, two dozen people. We know he really hates sleeping alone, but not much else. Maybe he’s just very resilient. Maybe the crew had so many people just because they work better together, cf. “thrumming,” but there isn’t a huge need to have social contact. He does seem to get attached to Ryland quite quickly, and vice versa, though.

We also don’t get a lot of Rocky reacting to human quirks. Like, what does he think of Ryland giving him a gendered pronoun? If Eridians don’t have distinct biological sexes, do they care about the concept of gender? The concept of race as something to do with the color of one’s skin has to be baffling to a member of a species that doesn’t use sight.

AND THE LANGUAGE. It’s a musical one, and highly dependent on Eridian’s ability to be able to produce up to five separate sounds at once. The book only gives it cursory attention, to get Ryland and Rocky to a place where they can plausibly communicate. So we have some tidbits: “syllables” are notes or chords, names can just be names without other meanings, Rocky uses something like a question particle, changing octaves is an indicator of emotion, Rocky and Ryland are both not speaking grammatically correct versions of their language to facilitate communication. BUT I WANT TO KNOW MORE.

→ Is rhythm important? Like, human languages can use consonant and vowel length for meaning, so plausibly, holding notes/chords longer can be an important feature of Rocky’s language.

→ Does Rocky use inflection, does he decline his nouns and conjugate his verbs? If so, how? By adding another syllable, to the front, middle, end of the word? By changing the notes of an existing syllable?

→ What are the phonotactics like? What are valid syllables? Does Rocky use stress, do his stressed syllables sound louder than the other ones?

→ How many languages are there on Erid? Does Rocky speak a common one?

I really like the tone of the book. It’s Enlightenment optimism at its best. Knowledge and the search for knowledge as forces for good. The instinct to cooperate triumphing in the face of disaster and the instinct to defect. Ingenuity solving problems. Trust and the reciprocation of trust as worth it, as desirable, beneficial, meaningful. We may fear the unknown, but if we look it in the eye, take time to learn about it, know it, it becomes a dear friend.

→ I’ve seen critiques that this sort of cooperation, especially the one between nations, is unrealistic, given real world responses to climate change and the pandemic. And like, yes, I feel that. But I also don’t want to feel so hopeless about the state of the species. I really want to believe in what the microcosm of Ryland & Rocky’s friendship represents, which is reflected in the macrocosm of the nations of Earth cooperating to achieve great things.

→ See here for a fantastic nonfiction example of what I mean.

The twist with Ryland’s character is great, when he remembers he didn’t volunteer for the mission. I kinda want more self-reflection on that, since it basically destroys the foundation of his understanding of himself. But I get why the book didn’t spend too much time on that. Too much angst can get tiresome.

→ Does he ever tell Rocky? How would that conversation go?

Also, we never get Rocky’s reaction to how short-lived humans are in comparison to Eridians.

I love Stratt’s character. Women with complicated ethics. Yes.

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PARTNERS - A Rogue One Fanfiction

Written for Cassian Appreciation Week 2021 Day 4: Alliance Intelligence

(I know I missed Cassian Appreciation Week entirely with this one, but it got a little more out of hand than the quick scene tags and etc. Actually, tumblr posting etiquette question: At what point is a fanfic considered too long to post directly and should be hosted elsewhere and linked to? Or is inserting a ‘keep reading’ break enough?)

Title: Partners

Characters: Cassian Andor POV; Jyn Erso, Draven

Pairing: Cassian/Jyn

Words: 2633

Setting: Post-Rogue One, Canon-divergent (in that Cassian & Jyn live)

Summary: Cassian receives his first assignment for Alliance Intelligence after recovering from his Scarif injuries, but something is amiss with Jyn Erso. And something is gnawing at him as well...

Spoilers: Rogue One

Warnings: Our heroes have a little bit of PTSD/Separation Anxiety; Also it’s in a layered/nonlinear narrative format, which hopefully is clear/works.

“Where?” she asked. Was there a desperate edge to Jyn’s voice? Or did he just want there to be?

“You know I can’t tell you where.”

Cassian thought she would at least roll her eyes, if not spout sardonic criticism of Alliance Intelligence not even trusting their own people, not trusting those rebels who’d sacrificed everything for the Cause. But she surprisingly remained silent, pursing her lips and giving a little shake of her head.

“Are you allowed to tell me how long you’ll-” She swallowed, uncharacteristically vulnerable. “You’ll be gone?”

“I’m not sure.” Cassian wanted to place a reassuring hand on her shoulder, but he’d never seen her look so fragile, and he was afraid a single touch might shatter her.

“Okay.” Her response was clipped, even for her, and she just nodded her head, refusing to meet his eyes.

“I’ll be back, Jyn,” he said. And maybe he’d never actually said it outright, but maybe she needed to hear it. “I’ll never leave you behind.”

Again, she only nodded her head, repeating “Okay.”

He gave into the urge, placed a hand on her biceps and stroked her arm through the layers of her thick thermal jumpsuit.

“Are you-” he tried to ask her whether she was feeling okay, but she shrugged his hand off and bolted, leaving him to watch her fleeing back as she disappeared down an icy corridor, blinking in surprise.

…

Earlier…

“Medical informs me you’re cleared for active duty, Captain Andor.” Draven managed to make it both a statement and a question. Of course he was the head of Intelligence, a spy to his very core, working in vagaries. Except when he issued orders. Those were always clear.

“Yes, sir.” Cassian tried to stand at full attention, but the stance honestly put a little too much pressure on his bad leg. If it was just the artificial hip, he’d probably be sprier than he’d been before. But the deep tissue damage was going to take awhile, if he ever did regain the full musculature in his leg, the tendons and ligaments would never be the same. The fractures in his vertebrae and ribs had thankfully knitted back up and neither bothered him too badly. Even with the unrelenting cold of Hoth.

“I have your next assignment.”

Cassian nodded, accepting the datapad with mission specifics. He gave it a cursory glance.

Deep cover.

“Is this a solo mission?” he asked, but pretended to continue to study the information rather than risk revealing his insecurities to his commanding officer. “Or am I going to need a team?”

Maybe just a partner?

“It has to be you,” Draven said. “And only you. They’re your connections. Well, one of your alias’ connections.”

The older man hesitated, not dismissing Cassian, not continuing with the briefing, just standing, waiting. Cassian mustered the best impassive face he could before meeting his commanding officer’s gaze.

“You’re still one of the best agents we have, Andor.”

Cassian nodded his head in silent acceptance of the reassurance.

“When do you need me to leave?” he asked.

“Whenever you’re comfortable enough with the mission brief. But the sooner, the better.” Draven was still studying him intently, with more scrutiny than Cassian had even faced as an undercover spy. “You know where to find me if you have any follow up questions.”

“Yes, sir,” Cassian said, recognizing his dismissal.

Something twisted deep in his chest as he walked away.

He needed to find Jyn and tell her he’d be leaving.

…

That Day on the Beach of Scarif…

“Look.”

It sounded like Jyn’s voice. Was there an afterlife, then? And could Cassian have somehow been lucky enough to be with her there?

No. No, that couldn’t be the case. There was too much pain. If he no longer had a body, then why did it hurt in the way physical flesh only could?

“Cassian!” Jyn’s voice was more urgent and she was squirming in his arms, her hands tugging on the sleeves of his shirt. “What is that?”

He forced his eyes open. It was bright. So bright. Why was she confused? It was Death.

No. No, it wasn’t?

He squinted, blinking his eyes as he looked off toward the ocean, well, where the ocean had been, where the wall of destruction had… stopped?

Jyn looked at him in wide-eyed amazement. “Is that a-”

“Shield,” Cassian gasped, in utter shock himself. “The Empire must have installed an emergency shield to protect the facility.”

“How long?” Jyn was breathing hard, already scrambling to her feet.

“Against that blastwave? Not long,” Cassian said. “Maybe it has dispersed some of the explosive force already but…”

“Come on.” Jyn was standing, leaning down to tug at his arms. He felt like he was ten times the weight he’d ever been on any planet.

“There’s not a lot of time,” he said, hoping she’d understand.

“Which is why you need to move your ass.” Jyn squatted in front of him instead, shoving her arms under his armpits and basically hugging him, she tried hauling him to his feet, but he was dead weight. He hissed with overwhelming pain that was practically blinding, his legs refusing to function. They collapsed back to the sand in a heap.

Jyn got back up, wincing and holding her injured shoulder before she renewed her attempts to get Cassian onto his feet.

It was a herculean effort for his weary body, but he managed to grab her arm.

“Listen to me, Jyn.” She locked eyes with him, and the desperation and pain he found there stabbed him in the chest, hurting worse than his aching ribs. “You have to go. You have to leave me behind. There’s got to be others still alive out there. Find them, get off Scarif. Leave me here. It’s okay. I want you to leave me. Do you understand?”

“No,” she said. There was a ferocious passion in the depths of her eyes, the green gone all steel grey. Any argument he could possibly make, any plea for her to save herself would not be tolerated.

“You listen to me, Cassian Andor.” Her hands captured his face. Her fierceness took away what little breath he had. “We live together. Or we die together.”

This time when she grabbed him, somehow her small body managed to haul him up, maybe she’d somehow given him some of her strength, some of her unrelenting determination, because his legs held... mostly.

…

Present

Cassian found Jyn hiding in a storage room, sitting on a crate with her hands on her knees, doubled over, breathing in big, sobbing gulps of air. He could only stand there and stare in complete shock. Not even on the beach that day had he ever seen Jyn Erso so… such an emotional mess. Angry. Passionate. Vulnerable. Yes. All those things he had seen in her eyes. But this sort of tangible, physical reaction? It was jarring to witness.

And he hesitated. Never hesitate. It could cost lives, the lives of others, your own.

Rushing to her side, he dropped to his knees beside her, the hard ice floor’s impact mitigated by his thick thermal pants.

“Jyn, what is it? What’s wrong? Should I find a medic?”

He placed a hand on her leg, tried to get her to look at him, but she turned away, her breathing still disturbingly uneven, like she wasn’t getting enough oxygen.

“N-no,” she choked out. “Just- Just give me a m-minute.”

“Okay,” he said. “But I’m right here. If you need anything, I’m here.”

A sob escaped her, and then she gasped, continuing to struggle to breath, hyperventilating. Cassian just remained there, kneeling beside her, a previously unfamiliar agony tearing at him, watching Jyn suffer whatever it was she was enduring and unable to help her. But he’d stay there, by her side, forever, if she needed him to.

Her breathing gradually grew placid until she was taking deep, regulated draughts of air. And then those determined breaths evened out as well until she was finally breathing normally. And still he waited.

Jyn swore, wiping at her face before she turned to him, and oh, force, her cheeks were raw-looking with tear tracks staining her skin. There were dark circles under her eyes. She looked exhausted. As if she’d been awake, hunted, for a week. How did that happen in just half an hour or so?

“Can you tell me what’s going on?” Cassian asked. He wanted to know, needed to know, so, “Maybe I can help.”

She nodded but her eyes were bright, welling up with tears. This was Jyn Erso. It took a lot to make the woman cry.

“What is responsible for this? Did someone hurt you?” Cassian could hear his own accent thickening but didn’t care, becoming too agitated to focus on proper Basic pronunciations.

Jyn shook her head but said, “No. Yes… I… fuck. This is so embarrassing.”

“What is it, querida?” He took her hand and when she didn’t pull away, squeezed it, caressed her bare palm with his thumb, noting that her skin was getting cold and he should get her back closer to the core of the base where the temperature was more bearable. “You can tell me anything. You know that, right?”

She nodded. And again, Cassian was struck by how vulnerable the woman was. She always had a deeply hurt portion of her soul, but she seemed incapable of letting it show, even to him. It wasn’t deluding himself, or an over-exaggeration. Cassian knew that her friendship with him was different than any other she’d had in her life. It was the same for him. They finally had someone they could trust wholeheartedly.

But he still held his breath, waiting for her to bestow that trust once again.

She looked down at her hands in his, then to his face, her weary eyes holding his gaze, searching for something.

“You haven’t realized it, yet, have you?” she asked. Cassian’s heart beat faster. Realized what? “Until your Intelligence briefing this morning, we hadn’t been more than an arm’s length apart since Scarif. And force, I’m having a fucking panic attack just at the thought of being separated from you. How ridiculous is that?”

Cassian’s mouth had gone dry. He swallowed and wet his lips before he could even contemplate speaking.

“It’s not ridiculous, Jyn.” Maybe he hadn’t realized why, but that uneasy feeling had been twisting his insides since he’d first left for his briefing. And now, now he couldn’t deny its cause.

Because Jyn was right. She’d basically dragged him bodily out of that massacre, off that cursed planet, held him as he drifted in and out of consciousness until he’d blacked out entirely, to wake up in the infirmary on Yavin 4 with Jyn sitting at his bedside, arms folded on the edge of his cot, supporting her head as she slept. And from there, she had been with him his entire recovery. She refused to leave the room when medical staff or droids checked on him, only turning her back to give him privacy. He hadn’t complained. He hadn’t objected. Even when she set up a bedroll in the corner of his quarters when he’d been released from the infirmary. Even when she wordlessly climbed into his bed to soothe his fitful, painful sleep, even when she helped him dress. And shower. And limp down the corridors to exercise his injured leg. And after he was basically as recovered as he was going to get, she stayed. Always by his side.

The memory that would always forever be seared into his existence slapped him in the face.

“We live together. Or we die together,” he whispered.

Jyn’s pupils dilated, her eyes fixed unwaveringly on his.

“I meant it,” she said quietly. “But I didn’t think…”

Her hand reflexively clutched at the front of her thermal jumpsuit, seeking the only possession she cared about, the only thing she had left of her mother, her father, the only thing she had that was her own, special. But hadn’t she realized?

She had him.

Cassian took a risk, slid his fingertips over her cheek, which was soft and smooth and warm against his doubtless chilled fingers. But she didn’t flinch from his cool touch. Rather, she leaned into his palm as he cupped her face.

“I know,” he said. And he did know, could see the knowledge of it in her eyes, as well. He didn’t much believe in the Force, and despite the kyber crystal perpetually around Jyn’s neck, she had had a hard life, was a survivor, with a practicality that ran so deep it had taken him, a heartless assassin to make her believe in hope again.

Sometimes, though… Okay, often, he felt like that blastwave had swept them away, disintegrated them on the submolecular level. And then somehow they’d reformed. But their atoms had been mixed up, and he was as much composed of her stardust as his own, and she of his.

It was fanciful. And completely unlike Cassian. The Before Cassian. But now, it was absolutely the way he felt. It was foolish to deny it. And from the way Jyn was looking at him...

He leaned in, his nose brushing hers, his lips feathering over hers as he hesitated, waited for any signal from her, acceptance, invitation, or rejection.

It was an exquisite, agonizing eternity.

But then Jyn sucked in a sharp breath, one of her small yet strong hands grabbing the front of his coat, the other the nape of his neck, fingers curling in his hair. She pulled him into her, her mouth crashing against, hard and hot, and needy. Aggressive and tender at the same time. An inextricable mess. It was how they were. It was who they were.

It was perfect.

…

A little bit later...

“You have concerns regarding the mission, Captain Andor?”

Cassian had managed to catch General Draven in the rare moment where the man was actually in his office, sitting at his desk, reviewing… who knew what… intelligence, battle plans… food reserves…

“I do, sir.”

Draven looked up. Cassian had never questioned an assignment before. He’d always been such a good little soldier-spy. Even though it had been costing him his very soul.

Still, even with the feeling of Jyn’s kisses freshly on his lips, the presence of her burned into his entire being, questioning orders made him nervous. Almost as nervous as allowing himself to have wants, a sense of self beyond what the Alliance had given him.

“Well, what is it, captain?”

“I need a partner.”

Draven frowned in thought. “If I recall… the assignment is best suited for a single operative.”

Cassian swallowed but looked his commanding officer straight in the eye. “Then I won’t be taking this assignment. Or any others for Alliance Intelligence. Not unless I can work with a partner.”

Draven stood, did a quick pace behind his desk before he fixed Cassian with a hard stare. “You would desert the Alliance over Jyn Erso?”

Cassian wet his lips. Revealing such personal, emotional aspects to himself was… entirely against his nature. Jyn did not count. She was simply an extension of himself.

“I would choose her.” Cassian held the man’s war-weary, hardened gaze that still somehow seemed to have an iota of softness about the edges. “I have chosen her.”

We live together. Or we die together.

“She’s my partner.”

Draven sighed, but inclined his head.

“I’ll update the rosters. Make whatever alterations to the mission outline you view fit.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“I don’t know if you should be thanking me, Andor,” Draven said, but an elusive smirk flitted across his face.

Cassian did not hide his smile as he left, to find Jyn, and to tell her she was the newest member of the Alliance Intelligence unit.

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