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munivrse · 7 months

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Hiiii. I love your works so so much!!

could you possibly do something for bada x idol reader who’s like- the totally opposite of her? Like super feminine and kind of short, very dramatic and expressive (aka has no chill lol)

Maybe how each of them handle jealousy differently- where reader gets all clingy and pouty and would straight up barge in and wrap her arms around bada from behind or sit on Bada’s lap. And everyone that sees is like “aw they’re such good friends” “industry besties” but they’re literally girlfriends lol

bada x idol reader with no chill 😭😭

bada choreographs for you alot as a solo artist

and you guys get along really well

... and she accompanies you to your events

she'll be in the dressing room watching you perform on music shows

shes behind the cameras when you're invited to variety shows

she shows up to red carpets with you, always making sure to match with you

her hand sits on your lower back as she guides you through the carpet

and when its time for you guys to walk down the steps, she walks first and holds her hand out at the bottom for you to grab for support

she accompanies you to your flights abroad

there are pictures on dispatch of you two linking pinkies that everyone thinks is so cute bc they just think

"i want a friendship like theirs 😭😭"

LIKE GIRL

anyway

you're referred to as the black cat and golden retriever friends

you're alot shorter than bada (which isn't hard given the fact she's nearly 5'10)

you're very feminine presenting

and very... very energetic

which tires bada out

but she loves you for that

your company lets you interact freely with other idols/celebrities so fans and media have gotten used to you being spotted with alot of different people so

naturally catching bada lee following you everywhere was the norm for them

theres a video of bada dancing to takeout (im gonna reference this fucking video every chance i get)

and when she gets down to the floor you jump in front of the camera shielding the viewers from her 😭😭

your arms are spread out and you're literally going

"DONT LOOK- DONT LOOK AT HER PLEASE-"

theres panic on your face

and everyone is just laughing but you're being so fr 😭😭😭😭😭

once bada is done she gets up and kisses you on the cheek which everyone excuses for the reasoning of friendship!

when bada was invited to compete on swf 2 you were really excited for her!!!!

and then she decided to grind in front of other women which made you... less excited!!!

you're always on set with them and when the behind the scenes clips start rolling out

after the battle with redy where bada just towers over her...the cameras cut and immediately you're storming up to her

and everyone just thinks its so cute like you're looking up and complaining to her and she's looking down at you, not giving a fuck about what you're saying... she's just glad to be there 😭

you're pouting afterwards so bada just grabs your hand and leads you to where her team is, sits down, and pulls you on top of her.

and then all is well with the world!

one time she taught a class with j.rick

and it required them to simply make eye contact

girl you would've thought the world was ending

bada finishes her dance with j.rick and you're just in the corner sulking

YOU JUST LOOK SO SAD

and people are starting to notice and the last thing bada needs is for your idol image to be ruined

so she just goes to the corner and stands directly in front of you, shielding you from the others

so your arms wrap around her and you lean your head on her back

and then her hands grip yours and she sways side to side

so cute

omg and she does the thing where her thumb caresses your hand

got lost in the sauce there for a second my bad

but when bada gets jealous uh its like alot less cute

more hot 😍

you're an mc for an end of year awards show and you have a duet stage for your partner

bada choreographs it for you

but its kind of sensual and it requires your partner to have their hands on you alot

(think the first half of this)

and bada kicks herself for being too good at this damn job

but she's so harsh on your partner 😭

she's monitoring you both in the mirror

"turn your foot more there."

"you're stiff during this part."

"people praise your dance skills but you're making me second guess their judgement."

LIKE DAMN

and when you get a break you pull bada off to the side

"???"

she doesnt even look at you

"what."

"you are harrassing that man. leave him alone."

she turns to you and bends down to reach your height

her eyes narrow

"why are you defending him"

"🤨 girl what"

"he can't do a simple step sequence. he shouldn't even be up there with you. and he's scared to grab you which is unprofessional."

you scoff,

"maybe he's scared to grab me because everytime he does, you clench your fist 😭😭"

and bada pulls away embarrassed

"oh."

she ponders for a moment

"yeah i guess that could be it."

anyway some extras

she buys you matching couple jewelry

she dresses you in her clothes when you go to the airport

she offers you her jacket when you sit in a dress/skirt

dispatch tried to expose you two once because bada was dropping you off at your company and kissed your cheeks and forehead before you left

like the headline was literally "solo artist y/n and her choreographer spotted kissing?"

and the description reads,

"bada lee drops y/n off at her company and is seen kissing y/n multiple times. an anonymous source claims theyve been dating for over a year, just months after y/n debuted [insert photos]

and all the comments on the article are like

"omg yall are always trying to stir the pot. THEYRE FRIENDS!"

"dispatch is always at the crime scene. mind your business!!!"

"they've literally been this close since before she debuted, its not that serious."

BUT THEN ON TWT PEOPLE ARE LIKE

"y/n and bada confirmed everyone cheer!!"

meanwhile you and bada are cuddled up in bed, giggling at your companys response of

"our artists private life is not the concern of the company."

long live idol reader + bada lee

#bada lee #bada lee x reader #bada x reader #swf 2 x reader #swf 2

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cy-cyborg · 6 months

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Hi, I was wondering what sort of leg prosthetic would work well in a fight? I'm designing a magical girl OC with a prosthetic leg and want to incorporate a rather more pink and sparkly one into her magical girl form. I know you can get blades for running, but would those be better than a normal prosthetic for running and leaping around while bonking monsters with a magic stick?

Hey there, I think I remember seeing your question on my old account right? I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to get back to you!

So a blade probably wouldn't be ideal, but a hybrid might.

Blade prosthetics are very good for running, but are absolutely terrible for literally everything else, including standing or walking. Essentially, blade prosthetics are modeled off of digitigrade legs. For the non-furries on my page, digitigrade legs are what cats and dogs have on their back legs where it bends at the knee, then bends back the other way at a second joint before their feet.

[ID 1: A pair of black running blade prosthetics with yellow edges. Their wearer is out of frame but we can see they are running along a track. /end ID] [ID 2: A photo of a cheetah from the side. In the photo we can clearly see the structure of its legs, as described above. /End ID]

This is actually their ankle, and their "foot" is their toes. This arrangement makes these animals really fast and nimble, but it comes at the cost of lower balance. That's not an issue when you have another two legs to help keep you steady, but when you put that onto a human we start having issues. This is why if you watch any races where the competitors are using these prosthetics, they almost always fall over, especially the double leg amputees. Essentially, the shape and springiness of a blade gives you a massive speed advantage (so much so that amputee runner Oscar Pistorius had to be given disadvantages in order to compete in the Olympics with able-bodied runners) but it essentially moves the ankle joint and heel - the one our brains automatically know to weight bare through - up off the ground. The closest an able bodied person could get to the feeling of running on a blade would be to wear a pair of stilleto heels with the heal removed, and a spring on the bottom.

Hybrid feet though are a combination of blade feet and the regular feet amputees usually get. They are like tiny blades, but they usually have a foot-shell on the outside so you don't see it. These hybrid feet give you some of the extra padding and suspension you'd get from a running blade (which makes running/jumping etc more comfortable) as well as a bit of a speed boost, though not as much as the big ones, and they don't come at the cost of your balance, which you'r character will need when fighting.

Ossur's Flex foot range are a good one to look at for refeance, I used them when I was doing martial arts, as do a few friends of mine who are still doing it. This is a link to their website, it's got pictures of what they look like both internally and when people are using them, and I beleive theirs a booklet you can download on the page as well if you want to read into them a bit more. This isn't the only one of course, but it's the one I've used before:

I'm planning to do a breakdown in a little bit more detail about the different types of prosthetic feet and what they're good for eventually, but for what you described, I think this is what would work best.

#disability #disabled #writing #writeblr #writing disability #designing disabled characters #amputee #amputees #leg amputees #prosthetics

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vyl3tpwny · 1 year

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do you have a preferred method to get vsts and other such instruments for a DAW?? im poor as heck and dont know ANYTHING about piracy, im so scared of getting goobered by people on the internet

i wish i knew more about the best go-to sites for pirating rn unfortunately i have no clue. ppl on the internet can have such shit intentions too so i dont even know where to look or who to ask. but also here's some free + VERY cheap things u may consider (below the break):

vital synth (i will always shill for vital bc i use it constantly and its free lol)

ob-xd synth (it says buy for $49, but the free download is on the left. the buy link is just a donate)

klanghelm plugins (all these are made by one dude. mjuc is a great vintage style compressor, the dc8c is a pretty featured compressor for the price, sdrr has a particularly nice tube saturation/distortion, and vumt is a great metering plugin, i have vumt on every single project since 2019)

analog obsession (if you donate $5 to their patreon you can get every single plugin they make. also all made and maintained by one person. lots of different things, so i recommend just downloading everything and exploring the functions of the plugins)

tokyo dawn labs (all very high quality mixing stuff. they have free versions of most of their premium stuff and they're quite featured despite being free. ez.)

kilohearts (they recently made all their main effects free. and if you want their flagship stuff, its all rent-to-own as well.)

sforzando (soundfont player. if you dont know what soundfonts are, theyre essentially really condensed, lightweight sampled instruments. they can often sound rlly cheap or tacky [which might be good, i definitely love that sound] but just install this and google [instrument] soundfont and just find lots of free instruments that way)

togu audio line (some free effects and instruments if you scroll down. but i also recommend TAL Sampler if you want a cool sampler and can afford it)

meldaproduction (has a free plugin suite. theres an annoying watermark at the bottom for free versions, but everyone understands. shit is expensive)

native instruments (they have the komplete start bundle which is just a bunch of free decent stuff)

musicradar FREE SAMPLES (ive sworn by a few of the sample resources that i've gotten from musicradar as far back as 2011 lol)

looperman FREE SAMPLES (looperman is a user-sourced sample website where ppl upload samples they've made* and you can just download and use them for free. sometimes people request specific credit, so check for that if you can. *NOTE: its very possible for people to upload unlicensed samples or stuff they didn't make so use your best judgement when sorting through stuff)

freesound FREE SAMPLES (freesound rules always reliable)

synth1 (AHHHH IM SO HAPPY I CAN RECOMMEND THIS RIGHT NOW!!!! synth1 used to be abandonware but was finally picked up again and is supported by modern systems once more. i used this religiously from 2013-2017. and i'm going to start using it again honestly)

valhalladsp (this is the only exclusively premium thing i'm going to leave in this thread [aside from bitwig, below], but it's just that god damn good. every plugin of theirs is $50, so if you can manage to go for ValhallaVintageVerb and/or ValhallaDelay you will basically never need another reverb/delay ever again; would recommend NOT pirating from them if you can help it bc theyre definitely a very small company but u know.. ur call)

bitwig (if you need a DAW, i can now heartily recommend Bitwig. it's on the rent to own program through splice if you're ok getting it legally...)

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i know this isnt what u asked but i hope its still helpful. i've also rescinded my recommendations for spitfire audio bc the company was revealed to be run by a bunch of queerphobic knuckleheads. everything in this list i have personally used for my own music and can vouch for them from actual experience (YES even bitwig, i made the song "Futura" on Carousel exclusively with Bitwig, making it the first time i've made an entire song outside of Ableton since 2014).

again i hope this helps, forgive me for not knowing enough about pirating at the moment 😭 please make so much music and please look at this animal:

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csny · 26 days

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not to be messy but how do you feel about people stealing other peoples viral posts on tumblr and reposting it on twitter like it’s theirs. (she’s on here by guttergirl-444) & she has stolen many more lol

at first glance it’s like shock and amazement more than anything because i never thought this would happen to me, but when i actually stop to think about it, it actually is very frustrating and invasive. i know it happens all the time and i can’t really stop it, plus my posts have no copyright or anything but it is true, when i make posts that aren’t haha funny laugh a lot play a lot, they kind of are little extensions of my artwork. like drafts and ideas that often get elaborated on if they seem to connect with people.

i don’t really want to dunk on other artists because it feels mean spirited, but i just want to point out this one instance that shows how writing anything on tumblr is “just a tumblr post” and people often don’t consider that there’s a person behind it. it’s almost like a popular tumblr post becomes fair use. This artist here took my words directly from my post (and even used the same iconography of a beach??) and when you click on the link in the description, it takes you to their instagram account with 142k followers. not even a single nod to me, who wrote the actual words. as an extra little punch, they call themself a poet in their bio.

sure my post was a bottom text top text “meme image” but there was a lot behind it—in both thought and time. the exact same ideas and photos made their way into a book i made just a couple months later. i think i sold umm one copy?

all in all, im not complaining about lacking “popularity” because that’s utterly stupid. but there’s something moderately soul-crushing about making a tumblr post and having it ripped to shreds by all walks of life online. It literally feels like i’ve placed something beautiful in the world out of my own kindness, then walked away, and when i come back everyone has defaced and damaged and killed it. it’s kind of invasive but I know it’s the way things go.

i love the anonymity of tumblr but sometimes I wish it we were all a little more open. Maybe people could remember that behind every blog is another person with ideas, cares, opinions, annoyances, and loves. I’m sure this one twitter account isn’t really doing much damage—honestly I haven’t even gone to look at it to see how people are replying—but it’s rough out there on this beautiful social media we call tumblrposts.

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strawbubbysugar · 6 months

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Coming off anon for this one cuz oh boy it’s theory time and I’m feeling very silly

(I just woke up at the time of writing so sorry for any typos, rambling, or confusion lol)

Alright! So, I’ve been thinking a lot about the existence of Eclipse and the theories popping up about them lately mainly: that Clipsey is a recycle of Moon’s broken body. Which I’ll touch up on first.

The issue that was presented with Moon by this definitely-not-at-all-suspicious engineer was that his processing unit was smashed and ‘unsalvageable’ (which we know to not be true), and aside from the obvious injuries cause by Trap, no major problems with Moon’s case are brought up. His *internals* were destroyed, aside from his battery which was reused.

Continuing forward, the SOMA comparisons. Reading through a plot synopsis of the game, I can’t help but link the destruction of Moon-man’s processing unit and Simon’s brain injury together a bit. Considering that that is the partial cause for Sun and Moon combining and the reason for Simon getting his brain scan copy. Both undergoing heavy ‘brain’ damaging and being brought to very odd circumstances because of it.

With the assumption that this is *actually* Moon’s body, “Uploaded into a modified corpse” is a *very* apt description for what Eclipse is. They’re a copy of someone (two people technically) inhabiting the dead body of the original, almost like Pry/ncess in a weird way.

That’s where the comparisons for the game and Bethroned end to my knowledge however, so time to move onto the more ‘looking too far into things’ section of my theory,

The design and color scheme!

Starting off, I noticed that the coloring of the Sun side on their face was reused from *post incident* which makes sense, that’s how Sun would’ve been seen last before running away with Pry/ncess, the eyes obviously match up as well.

Though the tops of the rays have noticeably sharper points to them if that’s anything at all, it’s impossible to draw the something the same way every single time after all so that can be easily written off.

The same can be said for Moon as well, the coloring of his face matches up with theirs, however his other features are… very much not intact. Very close but not quite.

The coloring and patterning of the hat is entirely different, the cape maintains the same coloring but the stars on Eclipse’s are much smaller and more faded than Moon’s as well.

What’s throwing me off though is the eyes, for both post incident and for Eclipse the right eye gained a black sclera, Moon’s pupil turned white, but Eclipse’s stayed red.

If Eclipses body was Moon’s then this could’ve happened naturally, the eye could’ve simply underwent the same damage/change as it did with Moon’s form in Sun’s body. Though do to this being his actual form the pupil could’ve kept its regular eye color.

Their lack of a mouth could also mean that they can’t speak, another drastic contrast in characterization to our boys. From the artwork we’ve been shone of them they see, cunning, clever, but very, VERY distressed. (Be a bit weird to consciously design eye-bags on your new king after all, right? That’s their own fault.)

And for my last point, their crown and the Opal.

This is the most obvious ‘combination’ in their design, it gets the rounded bottom of Sun’s and the gem formation and top shape of Moon’s. When overlayed on top of each other you also get similar colors to Eclipse’s crown, though more cleaned up and appealing on the eyes.

The gem in this crown has been confirmed to be an opal (if my memory serves me right I can’t find the post anywhere to confirm, tumblr search engine is bleh)

There were a few pieces of folklore and symbolism relating to the opal that I found particularly interesting with what little we know about Eclipse.

Mainly, it representing loyalty and goodluck as well as royalty. A lot of other interpretations I found pointed to it granting foresight and being responsible for prophecy, something you’d certainly want your king to have after the huge string of ‘bad luck’ that befell both of them.

Loyalty to prevent another incident like Sun choosing Pry/ncess over his kingdom and trusting them first, foresight and prophecy so that they can avoid incident like King Freddy dying and, well, Sun and Moon’s incident. and royalty is obvious.

Though the loyalty interpretation and foresight/intelligence can vary widely in intention depending on if Chica or PeePaw (maybe both, stares at Trap) is responsible for their existence. Cant speak that much on it before they’ve even appeared in the story.

Alright so what am I getting at with all this? Well, put simply, Eclipse’s design and name are very very intentional and combining the Princes was clearly in mind when they were (re)built by whoever their creator is. I believe that they attempted to program, be it from scratch with parts of Moon’s processor or with some kind of backup of Sun *somehow*, Sun into Moon’s body and combine their ai together in order to make a new heir.

Again, can’t find the message, but Eclipse’s existence was described as ‘decidedly uncomfortable’ which is very understandable if this were true, having you and your brother’s brain and memories COMPLETELY sewn together, not even with semi separate minds or personalities like with the actual Sun and Moon, would be very, VERY lacking in the ‘good for your mental health’ department, especially if you knew you aren’t the original ‘you’, just a clone, a do-over, a combination of two other failures that you need to clean the mess from up.

Put simply, I believe Eclipse is a combination of Sun and Moon, but not THE combination of Sun and Moon. If that makes any sense. They’re a replication of both placed inside Moon’s old body and used to fill the empty spot on the throne and potentially-maybe-hopefully-not help Afton.

Hands down my favourite ask ever. Like oh my god you did it. You got everything. You caught all the little secrets I put in and I’m flabbergasted. WOW. I AM. SO HAPPY HSFSG

THANK YOU FOR PUTTING SO SO SO MUCH TIME AND EFFORT AND ENERGY INTO THIS ANALYSIS BECAUSE I JUST. I MIGHT CRY. THIS MEANS SO MUCH TO ME SOBS :;;

#ask #bethroned #bethroned fanart #COUNTING IT AS THAT BECAUSE THIS WAS CLEARLY A LABOUR OF LOVE #YOU CIRCLED AND OUTLINED THINGS AND EVERYTHING IM SO HAPPY

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tiannasfanfic · 1 year

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Eddie Munson x Reader (Smut)

| Eddie & Steddie Masterlist | AO3 Link |

Summary: Getting older is unavoidable, and neither are some of the unpleasant things that come along with it. But being married to Eddie Munson means mid life doesn't have to be a crisis.

Rating: Explicit 18+

Author Note: Afab reader, they/them pronouns used (if any). Older!Eddie x Older!Reader (late 30's to late 40's, but unspecified in story). Established Relationship. Fluff and smut, with a dash of Hurt/Comfort. No gendered language used when discussing Reader's menopause symptoms.

CW: Menopause symptoms (brief mentions physical and emotional changes, difficulties staying wet, hot flashes, nausea); older amab having difficulties with erections; feelings of being unprepared for midlife changes; brief tangent about differences in men's and women's healthcare; Smut (p in v, dirty talk, praise, begging kink).

Word Count: 4,548

Eddie Munson Taglist: @eddie-swhore

“Damnit.”

Eddie’s voice was soft, talking more to himself than to you as he knelt behind you. He had one hand resting on your upturned ass, the other wrapped around the base of his cock to line it up with your entrance.

You felt him readjust himself to angle his hips a little differently. You shifted around some on your knees and elbows, getting into a better position yourself.

He then proceeded to try again.

You felt the head of his cock start to glide up and down along your slit. Eddie took extra care to circle the tip around your clit slowly, sending small bursts of electricity up through your center. The feeling not as intense as it could be, but still pleasurable enough to be enjoyable, and caused a small moan to leave you.

After several of these long, slow passes through your folds, you felt the tip pause right at your center. Eddie began to press the head of his cock directly against your entrance, pushing with a little extra force in order to finally push himself inside you.

You felt the pressure, bit your lip in anticipation of the feeling of him stretching you out…

Then nothing.

Eddie let go of his cock then. It drooped down from the position he had been holding it and the shaft rubbed against your inner thigh.

“I’m sorry, Princess,” Eddie said, leaning over to kiss you on the shoulder blade. “It looks like we’re gonna need some help tonight.”

That explained the damnit. He knew how much you’d rather not have to use lube. It didn’t feel quite the same to you, no matter how much a brand claimed theirs would.

You turned your head to watch him over your shoulder as he shuffled over a bit so he could lean over and reach over to the nightstand.

“Is it me being difficult, or you?” you asked, genuinely curious because sometimes you couldn’t tell the difference just by feel alone.

“You this time,” he said, pulling open the bottom drawer of the nightstand.

“Figures,” you said, chuckling as you watched Eddie pull the bottle of lube from the drawer.

He didn’t say anything, just chuckled and gave a good natured “mmhmm” in return. After squirting a generous amount of the lube into his palm, he wrapped his hand around his hard length and began to stroke it.

This was something that only recently started happening to you within the last year or so. It wasn’t anything abnormal, or even worrisome, or a sign of some larger problem. It was a natural part of getting older that was just a normal part of your life now.

And it was also something else you got to add to the ever-growing list of Shit No One Ever Warned You About.

While adding something to that list always came with a certain amount of annoyance, this one actually made you angry.

Turn your television to any station and you’ll soon be assaulted by ad after ad spreading awareness about erectile dysfunction and/or low testosterone. But have you ever heard anything about how your cooch may start going dry in the middle of sex, no matter how much you may want your husband to rail the fuck out of you?

Nope. Not one peep. Not even from other people you knew who had been assigned female at birth and had gone through this stuff already. Sure, they would talk about it once you mentioned it finally having experienced a new symptom yourself, but there was no preparation beforehand. No forewarning, no “hey, look out for this,” no nothing.

At times, it really felt like nobody cared what happened later in life for those of you were born with ovaries and a uterus, even from others with them. Once you all were out of your childbearing years, it seemed like society expected you to quietly disappear until needed as grandmothers or crazy spinster aunts. So long as the men in Indiana could get help being “the red-blooded Alpha American males they were meant to be” again, no one gave a shit what the other people might be going through.

Oh, how you hated that particular radio ad.

The silver lining in all this was that you had Eddie. He was such a loving and supportive partner through all of the messy changes you had been going through. Even on the days when your emotions were a bit rough around the edges, he figured out how to smooth them down for you. For that alone you felt like he deserved Time’s Man of the Year award.

Not only was he just an amazing, sympathetic, partner, but he was also an empathetic one. He knew what you were going through in his own way.

Despite the close similarities in your ages, Eddie actually began to experience his own changes a couple years before yours started. Part of that included some difficulty getting hard and/or staying hard. It didn’t always happen but became more common as time went on. There was no way to predict it beforehand, though you did notice it seemed to happen more when you had to stop for any reason, even just to quickly change positions. And, sadly, once Little Eddie decided he had lost interest, there was virtually nothing either of you could do to make him cooperate again.

While you both practically had the commercials for Viagra memorized by this point, medications were not something that could be done. Eddie had no problem with seeking out help, but the cost of the prescription alone was extremely prohibitive, much less the cost of the doctor’s appointment needed to get one.

One thing was for sure though. On the nights when his cock went on strike, as Eddie himself always phrased it, he made sure you were never left unsatisfied. He was always extra attentive, his normal mix of praise and degradation switching to pure praise for you. There was no edging, no overstimulation, just one orgasm after another as he worshiped your body with his fingers and tongue.

With all of the extra attention he gave you, you never had any fears that he wasn’t staying hard due to a lack of interest in you. Eddie made damn sure of that. The one time that inner demonic voice did pop up, you asked him about it just to be sure. He answered your question by making you squirt all over your vibrator multiple times.

Then your body started changing. And once that began, it felt like you were going through a complete upheaval. From your cycle to your emotions, everything started to feel completely different. And then, to top everything off, you started having some difficulty getting wet, which eventually progressed to having problems staying wet.

Just like with Eddie’s, it didn’t happen all the time. It was a purely random, but a fairly common, occurrence. He was always incredibly understanding about it, even perfectly willing to stop and take care of himself later on if you weren’t in the mood to continue. You never let that happen though, always wanting to get him off yourself instead. No matter if it was with your mouth or your hands, you never wanted to leave Eddie unsatisfied either.

And that was how things continued until one of your friends suggested trying some lube.

While the two of you had lube and used it for other sexual acts, it hadn’t occurred to either of you that it might really help with your dryness. You both felt silly about that afterwards once you’d tried it and found that it worked like a charm.

But, on some nights, even giving your body the extra help to get Eddie inside you still wasn’t enough to get you going. You would certainly be in the mood get utterly wrecked, but your cunt would be a cunt and not contribute anything worthwhile to the experience except for the warm hole.

When this happened, you always encouraged Eddie to keep going and finish himself off. There was no use in trying to make you cum at that point, a fact you both were well aware of. Any attempt would just leave you sore, uncomfortable and no closer to orgasm than before. But him continuing to fuck you wasn’t an unpleasant experience. The lube made his hard length glide smoothly through your delicate center. The careful, steady pace he kept was neither too hard nor too soft, too fast nor too slow. He always took his time, even if it took him longer to cum, because he wanted it to be an enjoyable experience for you too.

When your body wasn’t aroused, you discovered that your inner walls weren’t as sensitive, decreasing a lot of the sensations you would normally feel while having sex. That wasn’t to say it was unpleasant. Far from it. You loved having him inside you, even then. With Eddie’s slow, steady pace, and sometimes a little extra lube, you’d soon find yourself opened up to him completely without any sort of discomfort. If you had to describe it, you would say it felt more like an inner massage rather than sex. It still felt good and was even relaxing.

However, the one thing that made the whole experience worth it was getting to focus all of your attention on Eddie.

Usually when you were having sex, by the time his cock finally entered you, you would already be so fucked out that you couldn’t focus on anything else but the feeling of him finally being inside you. But now, during these times when each thrust wasn’t hurtling you closer to an earth-shattering orgasm, you got to notice little things you never had the chance to pay attention to before.

The way Eddie bites his bottom lip when he’s lining himself up to you. The way little tremors run through his body as the head of his cock finally pushes into your cunt. The way his eyes close and his jaw goes slack when he bottoms out. The way the muscle lines of his chest and abdomen flex with every thrust of his hips. The way he groans when he’s getting closer to orgasm, just before his thrusting picks up speed. The way his breathing grows just as erratic as his thrusting. The way his eyes roll back in his head when he cums. The way he’s fucked out and breathless when he collapses on top of you. The way he squeezes your body so very close to his until he can move again.

You didn’t know if it was possible to have mental orgasms, but it sure felt like you did as you watched Eddie in awestruck wonder as he used your body for his own pleasure. It was intensely intimate in its own way. Even if you didn’t get off physically, you were still left feeling satisfied and in bliss as your trembling lover laid in your arms, coming down from his own orgasmic high.

Presently, you watched over your shoulder as Eddie added a bit more lube to his cock before placing the bottle on the nightstand. He resumed stroking his shaft, making sure the hard length was evenly coated with the semi thick liquid.

Once he had come back over to you and repositioned himself behind you, you arched your back so it would push your ass further into the air. You then proceeded to give it a little shake and grinned back at him.

Eddie chuckled, giving your ass a little slap then a squeeze with his free hand.

“Still so needy for me,” he said, scooching forward a bit more in order to line himself up with you again. “Not even wet but you still want to be filled by my cock.”

Eddie could call you the needy one all he wanted, but you both knew the truth. He was far more needy than you ever were. When he needed to be inside you, he might also need you to beg for it first, for example, or he might decide he needs to make you cum three times before he needs to fuck you.

But, even still, between his choice of words and the loving, yet lustful tone of his voice, a small wave of pleasurable tingles washed over you. You bit down on your bottom lip, unable to stop yourself from blushing at how much he sounded like he wanted you.

Sadly, there was no response to Eddie’s words from downstairs despite how the rest of your body was reacting.

“What can I say?” you asked, then gasped softly as you felt the head of his cock starting to push into you. “I just fucking love how you feel inside me, no matter what.”

Eddie didn’t reply with words, he just made a soft humming sound of approval.

Once the head of his cock was nestled just inside your entrance, he stopped moving for a moment to let your body relax around him. Then he began a slow, shallow thrusting, at first working you open with just the head of his cock. Soon though, he began sinking a bit further and further into you with each inward thrust.

He only paused once after starting, and that was to check in with you briefly. When you verbally confirmed you were okay, he resumed that same slow and careful thrusting until he was almost fully inside you.

There was a longer pause now, both to check in with you again and to let your body adjust. Even with everything you did before during foreplay and the aid of the lube, your body still wasn’t fully ready to take him. It didn’t hurt but wasn’t exactly comfortable either. Not at first, at least, during these first few moments with his hard length resting inside you.

Soon, Eddie began to slowly, but carefully, do half rolls with his hips. He wasn’t pulling out more than halfway before sliding back in to not overwhelm you, gradually working you open. As your muscles relaxed, the head of his cock naturally probed deeper with each inward thrust.

When he was finally able to bottom out, the head of his cock pushed against that one hard to reach spot deep inside you that made always made you gasp.

Instead of gasping though, you moaned as a small and unexpected wave of pleasure washed over your body.

While it didn’t happen every time Eddie fucked you through a literal dry spell, sometimes he could hit that spongey spot just right and it was like he crossed your wires to jump start your body.

This was one of those times.

“Fuck, Eddie, just like that,” you managed to gasp after he did it again, resulting in another loud moan. “That, keep doing that!”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

It only took a few more thrusts against your most sensitive of spots before you felt heat finally start to build inside you. It quickly spread outward through your whole body, then finally settled between your legs. Your gasps and heavy breathing gave way to moans and whimpers. It wasn’t long before you could feel a texture change between your inner walls and his cock as your own wetness was added. The sensitivity of your inner walls increased, making the drag of his cock through you feel even better.

Finally, your body was responding properly to your husband’s attention.

Eddie could feel it too, your natural slick taking away some of the artificial feeling of the lube and making your cunt feel more like you again.

“That’s it,” he softly groaned down at you, keeping the same steady pace as one hand left your ass to softly rub up and down the center of your back for a moment. “That’s my girl. Let’s get that pretty cunt all nice and wet for me.”

Just as he intended, Eddie’s words went straight to your core. You felt your inner walls twitch around him for the first time tonight, which made him groan at the feeling. Hearing Eddie voice his pleasure in turn only made you wetter.

Now that you were closer to your normal state of arousal, Eddie picked up speed for just a few moments, making your moans come out higher pitched, before slowing back down to his previous pace.

“Gotta say,” he panted as his hands softly kneaded your ass cheeks. “I love how it feels when your cunt starts getting wet around me.”

“Yeah?” you asked, turning your head to look at him over your shoulder again.

“Yeah,” Eddie said, then pulled his cock out to the tip before slowly sheathing it back in you, making you both groan deeply. “It’s like- fuck! It’s like your body just starts fucking begging for my cock.”

While the two of you didn’t get as rough as you used to when you were younger, some of the lower impact kinks had carried over through the years. One of these was begging. No matter how many years went by, Eddie still absolutely loved to hear you beg for his cock. It made sense that he would interpret your body suddenly becoming responsive in this way.

Before he could start going faster and fuck you senseless, you stretched one hand above you to grab one of the pillows at the head of the bed. Seeing this, Eddie stopped for a moment so you could pull it down under your head and make yourself more comfortable.

After placing the pillow where you wanted it, you laid your upper half down on the bed, keeping your ass in the air. One of Eddie’s hands softly stroked your body, caressing up and down your side as you arranged your arms under the pillow then laid your head on it. You gave a little shake of your ass to let him know when you were ready.

He resumed at a careful pace, thrusting into you way more gently than normal. After slowly building back up to his previous speed, he gradually began going faster, giving you plenty of time to adjust with each increase.

Now you could feel that your body was completely back to its normal state, where every thrust was now intensely pleasurable. Your cunt now dripped with your own wetness, making the lube from earlier run down your inner thighs as Eddie fucked it out of you.

But not only that, you felt that coil in your belly start to tighten, the first sign of a building orgasm.

“Fuck, Eddie, harder!” you cried, your eyes squeezed shut.

“Gonna cum for me tonight, baby?” he asked, groaning as you nodded frantically into the pillow in response. “Fuck yes. Music to my ears.”

Now he no longer held back. With sharp thrusts of his hips, Eddie slammed his cock deep inside you. You moaned loudly, clutching onto the mattress under the pillow now. He gripped your hips tightly, pulling you back into him with every thrust. The head of his cock pushed deep into you, delightfully rubbing against all of your most sensitive areas.

“That’s it, that’s my good girl,” he said, then groaned as you clenched around him at the praise.

You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, but not fast enough. You didn’t think either of you would make it at this pace. Since both of you had similar issues where your bodies could simply loose interest halfway through, you two had gotten really good at shorter sessions. You had been going for a while now and there was the very real chance that if you both didn’t finish soon, neither of you would get to.

“Eddie,” you gasped between moans. “Please.”

Without a word, Eddie shifted his position one last time, then pounded into you in that way you both loved. You cried his named and gasped curses, and he answered with grunted praise and breathy moans. One of his hands slid around your body and down between your legs, his fingers extending to rub the lips of your cunt around the shaft of his cock. When his fingers were slick with a mix of lube and your wetness, he dragged them down your folds to start rubbing circles around your clit.

“Fuck!” you screamed into your pillow, the force of his thrusts pushing your face into it.

As your cunt started to twitch around his cock, Eddie rubbed his fingers around your clit faster. He continued thrusting his cock into you, but his movements were starting to grow erratic as his own orgasm approached.

“C’mon, baby,” he panted, the hand he still on your hip griping onto it tightly. “Need to feel you cum first.”

The circles around your clit grew smaller and smaller until the pads of his fingers were circling directly over the throbbing nub. You nearly screamed in pleasure at the sensation. His fingers were so slick there was no friction, the tips of his fingers gliding easily back and forth over it.

At the position you were in, you couldn’t exactly move too much, but that didn’t stop you from trying to buck your hips forward into his hand. When Eddie felt this, he added a bit more pressure to your clit with his fingers.

Between the attention on your clit and his cock hitting deep into you, you were soon coming undone. When the coil snapped, you cried out his name and your cunt clamped down around his cock. You could feel yourself getting wetter just from your orgasm, so wet that Eddie actually slipped out of you as you were cresting over the edge. He cursed loudly, quickly reaching between you two to push himself back into your cunt.

His thrusting was the same hard and fast pace it was before, almost restarting your orgasm as he chased his own now. You felt yourself getting pushed over the edge again and your body trembled under his. The cry of pleasure that left your lips sounded closer to a sob as the feeling washed over you like a wave.

“Fuck, that’s it, fuck, fuck!” Eddie cried, slamming himself into you.

With a one last thrust so hard it made you squeak, his cock began to unload inside you, shooting his cum deep into your cunt.

His movements gradually slowed, and he continued to gently fuck you until hips finally came to a stop, his cock fully sheathed in you still. Your moans softened into breathless whimpers, finally settling into a heavy pattern of breathing.

It took a moment, but Eddie was finally able to pull out of you, then moved over so he could lay next to you on the bed. You turned to face him, and he slipped his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest.

The two of you laid like that for quite a while, not talking but just enjoying being in each other’s arms. Eddie softly ran his hands and fingertips over your body, lovingly caressing you while he nuzzled the side of your head.

While he was always tender after sex, he always put in so much extra care after times like this where your body started off being unresponsive to his touch. Regardless of how it ended, with you being able to cum from it, Eddie knew how it started. You had only been doing this for him. In his eyes, you would’ve gotten nothing out of it had your body not decided to play along.

It still amazed him that you were still willing to do that, were willing to suggest it even since he certainly never would’ve had that idea on his own. He was always perfectly willing to stop anytime you couldn’t get wet, his needs always secondary to your comfort. Continuing to fuck you if you weren’t aroused was usually the last thing on his mind. Indeed, it had taken quite a bit of convincing for him to do it the first few times. He only became okay with the idea once he saw it wouldn’t hurt you.

Little did Eddie realize that’s exactly why you were so adamant that you make sure he’s taken care of. He never asks for it, never expects it even. He always took your lead on anything sexual that could cause you unintended discomfort. He even took no for an answer and would completely drop the subject immediately once the word was said, even in his body language.

As a result, in your eyes, Eddie Munson was more than deserving of all the best orgasms you could provide him.

After you two had been laying there for quite a while, another feeling of heat began to start in the lower part of your belly, but this one was quite different than the heat you felt earlier. It quickly spread through your body like a wildfire, finally settling in your stomach, twisting it around until you were nauseous.

You quickly scrambled away from Eddie, the normally comforting warmth of his body suddenly way too much for you. Swinging your feet to the floor, you sat up and leaned over, your forearms on your knees and your head dangling down. Despite the heat you felt all over, a cold, clammy sweat broke out from the top of your head.

The bed shifted around behind you, then you felt Eddie come sit next to you. He was close, but not touching you, since he recognized what was happening. You closed your eyes, feeling him watching you, but you didn’t mind.

It took a couple minutes, but the nausea eventually faded a little bit after the heat started to recede to somewhere back inside your abdomen.

You slowly sat back up and took a deep breath. It sounded a bit shaky as you let it out, a fact Eddie immediately picked up on. He placed one hand at the center of your back and started rubbing it in comforting circles.

“Bad one this time?” he asked softly, and you nodded. “Want me to help you get to the shower?”

You thought about it for a second. This was definitely one of those times where you needed one immediately after sex. The combination of lube, your wetness, your cum and his had coated your cunt and the skin of your inner thighs. But you shook your head. When the hot flashes were bad enough to make you sick like that, they also made you feel very weak for a while afterwards.

“Not just yet,” you said. “My legs are feeling shaky after that one.”

“I would hope so,” he said, grinning at you playfully as he puffed out his chest with pride. “That was some pretty good fucking work, if I do say do myself.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle as you playfully slapped his arm.

It never failed, no matter how badly these hormonal changes made you feel, Eddie could always make you feel a bit better.

When he left the room to get you a cold, wet washcloth for the back of your neck, you couldn’t help but wonder again why they were called “hot flashes” anyway. Calling them that was a huge understatement, like if you were to call the fires of hell a mere barbecue pit.

#eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson one shot

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deus-ex-mona · 1 month

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when you look at lipxlip...

The Charm Points of LIPxLIP, As Seen From the Eyes of Those Around Them

Film live, anime, new songs, MVs, novels, etc… In the 4 years that have passed since the release of their previous album, the world around LIPxLIP has been portrayed from many angles via all kinds of media developments. Let’s check out the charm of the pair, as seen from the eyes of the people around them!

The People at their Agency

shito: The President is a person who knows what Yujiro and Aizo are like deep down inside, so she is the one who spoils the two of them, even when they selfishly say “No means no!”. I think that she’s able to treat Yujiro and Aizo that way because they trust her wholeheartedly.

Yamako: The President is the only person with whom the two of them can be selfish without having to act cool, isn’t she?

Their Fans

Yamako: Yujiro and Aizo, as seen through the filtered lens of Chuutan, are truly the epitome of “perfect idols”. I tried to be extremely conscious of this when I was drawing her MV in order to portray them as perfectly cool as she sees them.

shito: However, from the perspective of Yujiro and Aizo, Chuutan is just one of their many fans. Aizo doesn’t like women, so if she got too close to him, he would inevitably grow to dislike her. Their relationship will not go anywhere, no matter what she does.

Yamako: Yujiro and Aizo put on an act even when they are at school, despite being off work. They are not truly off work when they’re attending school, having to play the role of “idols during their downtime” so that they do not disappoint the fans around them.

shito: That’s probably why Chuutan views them as “perfect idols”, huh? She doesn’t know what they’re truly like, after all.

Their Family (Brothers)

shito: They don’t pay much attention to their family so they don’t take the initiative to converse with their brothers all that often. However, the two of them do trust their brothers from the bottom of their hearts. I guess it’s something like that sense of distance that can be found between family members in general.

Yamako: They have a realistic sense of distance with their families. They don’t encourage each other with simple words, but I think a bond that can be conveyed through the atmosphere, like the one they have, can only be found in families that trust each other. And I’m sure that there is love at the root of the bonds that the two of them have with their families.

Same-Aged Peers Who Know What They Are Truly Like

Yamako: For Hiyori, oh gosh… (laughs) They don’t express their gratitude nor consolation directly to her, with their intentions peeking out through their not-so-honest sides. For Nagisa, they have shown a tiny glimpse of jealousy with regards to him. For instance, in the anime, when their manager asked Nagisa “Would you like to be an idol?”, this very feeling of theirs surfaced in their response to her of “Why are you scouting a guy like that? You already have us.”. I find them very cute when they’re trying not to show their cheeky and twisted sides in front of others, only to be unable to hide all kinds of things about themselves.

shito: I think Yujiro and Aizo try to play it cool in front of Hiyori and Nagisa. The fact that they get along seems to be the very thing that makes the two act cold and put on airs with them, which may be linked to that feeling of wanting to overachieve, which is distinctive of High School students.

Their Co-Performers in the Entertainment Industry

Yamako: Minami is mainly an entertainer, so he is not a rival to Yujiro and Aizo, who are both idols. As such, I get the impression that they get along as pure boy friends. On the other hand, they do not have good relations with mona… They look down on her with a sense along the lines of “Well, if you’re gonna give it your all, go ahead and try.”.

shito: From the perspective of Yujiro and Aizo, mona is just like any other idol. mona is trying to catch up to them, but it seems like they don’t see her as a worthy opponent yet.

A Unit of Their Seniors

shito: Despite being respectful to FT4 because they are their seniors, the two of them are eagerly awaiting their chance to surpass them, like “One of these days, we’ll really let you have it!”...

Yamako: FT4 and LIPxLIP sing together in Shin Jidai, though that song itself is close to the settings that FT4 are familiar with. I think LIPxLIP were cool when they were desperately trying to break out of their norm to keep up with FT4. It was nice to see a different side from the usual LIPxLIP.

#shady tl as always (what's new?) soooo y e a h #ok that's all for today gn folks~~~~~~~~~~#love how they tried to go out of their way to choose images that featured lxl with the subjects of the headings #to the point of using the manga panel for nagisa's (even though they could've just used sukiuso lol)#and y e t they excluded yujiro from the chizuutan pic and used a mona solo pic from her album cover instead. queens frr #lxl tl things #may rephrase some things again later... i hope gdocs didn't randomly replace my word forms again ahaha...

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moonlight and love songs (never out of date)

After discovering Geralt has never been courted before, Jaskier tries to fix the situation. (4.1k ☆ also on AO3)

“It’s unacceptable!”

“Jaskier…”

“But it is! Everyone should be courted once in a while, given flowers, taken on dates and everything. Doted on. The doting is quite important. It’s a full experience! An integral part of the human experience, I might add. You, of all people, shouldn’t be left out.”

Jaskier keeps on chewing his food, his chin bulging like a grumpy squirrel. If it weren’t for the tight frown on his face, he almost looks adorable like this.

Geralt simply picks at the carrots in his bowl, trying to push them to one side. The kitchen must have forgotten again. “As you said. Human experience.” He shrugs.

The squawk Jaskier lets out is so sharp it draws attention from the table next to them.

“You know perfectly well what I meant! You being a witcher has nothing to do with it!”

“Why are you so worked up anyway? So what I’ve never been…wooed?” Geralt sighs. “It just never happened. I don’t even care.”

Jaskier’s frown becomes a pout. Something shifts in his eyes as he continues staring at Geralt, his food ignored. He has that look again, like he’s seeing right through Geralt.

Geralt recognizes that look.

So he looks down to avoid it. He always avoids that look.

The tavern is loud enough during the rush hours, with all the students coming from their classes. A couple is sitting at the table next to them—they must be new lovers. They haven’t been able to keep their hands off of each other for the whole evening.

Oxenfurt is like this in the fall. The first breeze of cold air brings new students, and with them, new love. It’s very inconvenient that Geralt only stays here during the fall. He cannot escape the smell of lust and love anywhere.

Geralt glances at the couple, just for a moment.

“It’s unfair, is all,” Jaskier says, finally. He looks at the table next to them, and back at Geralt, his eyes softened. “You’ve been alive for too long to have never been courted, my friend. You had more lovers than I could count. Beautiful lovers, powerful lovers, sorceresses and queens alike.”

“Queen,” Geralt corrects. “Just the one”.

“Yes, yes, no need to keep bragging, but…” Jaskier trails off. “Did they never do things like this for you? Not even flowers?”

There is a small bouquet on the next table, resting next to the lovers’ linked hands.

“They knew what they wanted, and so did I,” Geralt answers. “It’d be a pointless dance.”

“Oh. Well, I suppose it makes sense, in a sad way. Except, no, it doesn’t. It’s not pointless. Courting is about—it’s about getting to know each other. It’s a marvelous dance, actually. It’s about being cared for. It’s about laying down all your defenses, showing your heart and knowing the other person will show theirs in return.” Jaskier worries his bottom lip. “I miss it now. Teaching is good, but I’ve scarcely had time to meet anyone who isn’t a student or a professor. I miss that…spark, you know? That fluttering of your stomach, the nervousness, the thrill, all of it. It’s a shame you’ve never known it, and I’ve also nearly forgotten what it’s like.”

A pang of loss hits Geralt, but before he can speak, Jaskier looks up suddenly, his eyes shining with mischief.

Geralt recognizes this look too. It means Jaskier is about to have the worst idea. “No,” so he says preemptively. “Jaskier, no.”

“I just had the best idea!” Jaskier proclaims. “I shall be the one to court you!”

“Jaskier…”

“Hear me out, it’d be good for both of us!” Jaskier squirms in his seat, giddy and eager. “What is a date or two between friends? I’ll get to stretch my romantic muscles, and you’ll finally get the whole package!”

Geralt knows he’ll regret asking, but he does. “Package?”

“The Jaskier package, of course!” Jaskier stretches his arms, his grin bright as day. “The charms of the most famous lover. It’s the reason the world falls for me, darling, don’t you know? You must have seen a trick or two, being with me for so long. It’s a complete package! You should fully prepare yourself for it. Bathe on the day and everything!”

Jaskier looks like an excited puppy, sans a wagging tail.

Geralt is about to say no again. “It’s not that—”

“Please?” Jaskier’s voice quiets. “I just…I want to do this for you. The fall will end soon, and you’ll be leaving for home in no time. I’ll miss you terribly until next spring. This way, I can show you a good time before you go. Oxenfurt is too beautiful in the fall to pass up the chance. It’d be a real shame. Please, Geralt, do it for me?”

Do it for me.

Jaskier thinks Geralt will do anything as long as he asks in that soft tone of his. It’s a tragedy how true that is.

“Damn you,” Geralt finds himself saying. “Fine, then.”

The smile on Jaskier’s face is a sweet, private thing, one that is reserved for few in the world. Geralt’s slow witcher heart flutters for a beat, but he can’t even bring himself to regret anything.

“Good.” Jaskier rubs his hands. “It’s a date!”

The maid brings their desserts, and as usual, Jaskier splits his and puts half on Geralt’s plate. He devours the other half of the sweet pastry and waits for Geralt to finish his extra share.

☆

Geralt adjusts the collar of his tunic, trying to smooth down the creases. It’s an old shirt, the fabric worn and faded, but it will have to make do.

The date is tonight.

“Fuck.”

The buttons are too tight around his neck, but it’s the only way he can look something resembling decent, and he wants to look decent for Jaskier.

Against his better judgment, no less. Geralt is taking this way too seriously. It’s only a date. He’s lived a century and watched humans perform this particular ritual for just as long. It’s nothing new. His stomach shouldn’t be tumbling with anticipation like this. He’s not even being courted for real.

And yet.

The shirt stretches uncomfortably when Geralt observes himself in the mirror. It’s not a bad look; he even put time into braiding his hair into a half updo.

Geralt tugs at the hem one last time when a knock comes from the door.

Finally. For someone who’s been teasing about tonight, Jaskier is surprisingly absent for the whole day, but when the door opens, it’s only a page boy.

“Sir witcher,” he says, “you have a gentleman caller.”

Confused, Geralt follows the boy through the hallway and down the stairs. He makes another turn, and lets out a quiet oh.

There Jaskier is, standing at the bottom of the stairs, his body turned away. The setting sun casts a soft hue on his hair, lining his silhouette with gold. His doublet is a plain one, the design simple and reserved. An earring dangles from his left ear, catching a spark in the sun. It’s a simple tear-shaped pearl.

Years ago, Geralt found a pearl at the coast and gave it to Jaskier as a simple gift. He assumed Jaskier had played with it and eventually exchanged it for money.

Geralt has to catch his breath for a moment, his hand resting on the rail.

The floor creaks when he takes another step, and Jaskier turns around. His eyes cast upward to find Geralt, and suddenly the sunset dims in comparison.

Geralt descends the stairs like this, while Jaskier watches in awe. He should feel uncomfortable being observed like this, with full attention, scrutinized, even. But not with Jaskier.

Jaskier only sees him.

“Oh my,” Jaskier breathes, “you look lovely today.”

He reaches out when Geralt stands on the last step, and catches Geralt’s hand. With the height difference between them, Jaskier presses a kiss on the back of his fingers.

“Um…” Geralt says, intelligently, “thank you?”

Jaskier chuckles. “You do. I love the way you did your hair.”

“My best friend taught me to braid it,” Geralt answers, and catches the quick thrumming of Jaskier’s heartbeat. “I like your earring too.”

“Really? It was also my best friend.” Jaskier touches the silver-adorned pearl. “A gift from him. I think he’s forgotten by this point, but it’s my favorite.”

“He’s got taste.”

“And he’s too smug for his own good.” It is only now that Geralt notices the small bundle of flowers Jaskier is holding. It’s too late into the fall, so they must be from Oxenfurt’s greenhouse. The bouquet is fresh and colorful, tied together with a ribbon. “Never mind him. Tonight is about you, and this—” Jaskier puts the bouquet in Geralt’s hand. “—is a gift for you.”

Geralt takes a subtle sniff and finds the scent pleasant on his sensitive nose. “My gentleman caller,” he muses, bravery rising in his chest. “Did you pick them out yourself?”

“Why, yes, of course.”

“You must have gone through a lot of trouble.” Geralt raises his brow. “What is your intention with me?”

“My beloved witcher,” Jaskier smiles, his blue eyes flowing with romance. “I have the full intention of courting you tonight, if you’ll have me.”

The buttons around Geralt’s neck are truly too tight. He has to loosen one of them just to get air into his lungs. He looks down in a panic, as if the bouquet has become the most interesting thing in the world.

“I…” The flowers are too nice, too delicate next to his scarred hands. “Jaskier, I…”

“Hey, Geralt. Look at me.” Gentle fingers tip his chin so Geralt looks into Jaskier’s eyes and his genuine concern. “You are in safe hands, alright? If you truly don’t want to do this, just tell me at any point. A pretend date is supposed to be fun for both of us. I won’t do anything to make you uncomfortable. If you want to call it off now, we can just have a normal dinner instead.”

Oh, but Geralt is not strong enough to say no to Jaskier when he’s kind like this.

“No.” he shakes his head. “I’m good.”

“Good. I want you to feel good. The whole Jaskier package, remember?” Jaskier winks like it’s a private joke between them, an intimate secret. “I won’t disappoint you.”

“You can’t,” Geralt answers perhaps too quickly, because he cannot imagine a world where Jaskier can ever disappoint him, and it hits too close to home. He clears his throat, trying to shake the gravity of it. “Because, you see, I have nothing to compare it to.”

“How reassuring.” Jaskier turns to the sunset and loops his arm around Geralt’s elbow, guiding him down the last stair. “Just relax and let me woo you thoroughly tonight. Just tonight, and don’t you worry a thing. It’s only pretending.”

“Right.”

The sinking feeling in Geralt’s chest is strange, but he follows Jaskier out of the door. Their arms are linked together, and Geralt holds the flowers very close to his chest.

☆

The astronomy room sits on the top floor of the Oxenfurt Observatory, its round dome made of glass. By the time they make the climb, stars are appearing at the edge of the dark blue sky, the orange hue of the sunset fading into the horizon.

The metal spiral staircase is steep. When Jaskier reaches the top, he turns around to take Geralt’s hand, just to help him walk up the last few steps.

It’s ridiculous. Geralt is a witcher who has hiked through the most dangerous terrains, and Jaskier is already out of breath from climbing a building.

He takes Jaskier’s hand anyway.

Jaskier holds Geralt steadily, his cheeks flushed from the exertion, and he doesn’t let go. Instead, he links their fingers together to lead Geralt to the edge of the room where the glass panes stretch from the floor to the center of the roof.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Jaskier says, facing the view. “It’s the highest point of Oxenfurt. You can see Novigrad from here on a clear day.”

The town sits below them. The evening market gathers with its bustling, now made merrier with Saovine so near, but the glass muffles out all the noises. Houses spread into the distance, warmth radiating from their windows. The Pontar hides behind them, its waves catching the new moon’s silver light.

They could be the only two people in the world, standing on top of it together.

Geralt turns to Jaskier, tugging at his hand. “It’s breathtaking.”

“Don’t be cheeky, witcher. I’m the one courting you,” Jaskier says. “I should be the one showering you with compliments.”

“Hmm.”

Jaskier walks to the other side of the room to find a lit candle, using the flame to light up more. A picnic is already set up near the giant telescope, a few blankets put on the dais to make for somewhere to sit. There is a basket too, with two wine bottles sticking out.

Geralt sits on the blankets and carefully puts down his bouquet. Jaskier uncorks the wine and pours two glasses.

“Here you go.”

The smell of summer hits Geralt’s nose. “Oh,” he lets out an amazed hum, remembering the midsummer festival at Beauclair last year. It is the same wine.

Jaskier grins proudly. “I know it’s your favorite.”

“I never said.” Geralt steals a sip, and another.

“You didn’t need to. You have this…look, when you are contented with something but not daring to show it, lest it disappears the next second.” Jaskier nurses his wine, observing Geralt. “Did I tell you about this orange tabby I had when I was a child? The poor thing was left on the street, all wet and shivering when I found him in the rain. He had the same look whenever I gave him treats. Could never shake it for years.”

Geralt would be offended if the wine wasn’t so good. He closes his eyes for a second, sweetness lingering in his throat.

“So I’m another charity case you took in?” he teases.

“No,” Jaskier looks down, seemingly not sure what to do with his hands. “It’s just a nice look on you, is all. I just wish you’d let yourself enjoy things without the fear of losing them. They are not going anywhere.”

“And neither are you.”

It comes out of Geralt’s lips naturally, as a fact, a truth, unchallenged by any century-long doubt he may still harbor. Jaskier stays, and he will always stay. It’s as simple as that. Sometimes, Geralt is still overwhelmed by the thought.

“And neither am I,” Jaskier says softly, his cheeks pink and eyes warm.

The sky has darkened over, and the candles burn brightly around them. Geralt lets out an exhale and just holds Jaskier’s gaze for a moment.

“So what’s next?” he asks, finally.

“Next?”

“Next in the Jaskier package,” Geralt reminds him. “You promised a full experience.”

“Right!” Jaskier’s eyes light up. He puts down the glass to reveal the dinner in the basket. “Never claim my fame as a lover is false, my dear. The night has only just started. It’s the most important rule of courting, you see. The way to someone’s heart is through their stomach. And I swear to you—” He puts a hand over his heart. “—no carrots in there.”

Geralt rumbles out a laugh. “My gallant knight.”

“You know how it is.” Jaskier winks. “Anything for you.”

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The picnic dinner is a simple affair, with bread, cheese and various cold cuts. It’s nothing luxurious, as one might expect from Jaskier, but Geralt enjoys every second of it.

For one, Jaskier is getting pleasantly tipsy, his face flushed and his smiles bubbly. The wine isn’t nearly strong enough for a witcher, but the dizzy feeling of being wine drunk creeps up. It’s easy to feel drunk by proximity when Jaskier is like this, so Geralt lets out his laughs easily.

In the end, it’s not unlike any other night of their life together. Jaskier takes out the dessert from the basket, two strawberry cream cakes. He splits half of his and gives it to Geralt.

They drink, and talk, and Jaskier leans over to wipe the cream on the corner of Geralt’s lips. By the time they leave the observatory from the same staircase, Jaskier has entered his tactile phase of being drunk, giggly and half-leaning into Geralt’s side.

“They are dancing, Geralt,” Jaskier says, watching the people gathered at the marketplace. A bard is playing the lute, a sweet, romantic song—he’s not as good as Jaskier though. “Let’s dance too.”

Geralt chuckles. “Is this part of it?”

“Mm-hmm.” Jaskier takes Geralt’s hand. “May I have the next dance, my beloved witcher?”

The next thing Geralt knows, he’s being led into the dancing crowd and held close in Jaskier’s arms, their feet moving together. The night is crisp with the autumn wind, but Jaskier is warm, and his scent is content.

“You are a terrible dancer,” Geralt says, after Jaskier messes up the steps a second time. “And a terrible flirt.”

“I am only guilty of the latter.” Jaskier preens. “You are just too easy to flirt with.”

“Am I now?”

Jaskier simply tucks a strand of stray hair behind Geralt’s ear, his fingers lingering, resting on the nape of Geralt’s neck. “Not in a bad way,” he answers. “I just…really enjoyed courting you tonight, every moment of it. I haven’t felt this way in a long time. And I’m proud of you too, Geralt, for putting up with all of my nonsense.”

Geralt swallows. “Your nonsense wasn’t…unpleasant.”

“My, my, a high praise.”

“It’s just…”

Jaskier pauses for a moment, pulling away ever so slightly, worry creeping onto his brow. “What is it? You can tell me. Did I do something to upset you?”

Geralt shakes his head before Jaskier could finish, his hand rubbing small circles in Jaskier’s back to reassure him. “Nothing like that, bard. I only wonder, how is this different?”

“How is what different?” Now Jaskier looks more puzzled.

“How is today any different from any other day?” Geralt asks. “Courting, not courting.”

The crease between Jaskier’s eyebrows relaxes. “Well, today I do everything I can to make you happy.”

“And how is that any different?” Geralt asks again.

Because Jaskier has been doing it for years. He’s been taking care of Geralt every day, singing songs for him, brightening the day for him. He’s been sharing half of his dessert with Geralt since their first month of traveling together, just because he noticed Geralt’s secret sweet tooth.

He knows Geralt, his quiet joy, his small secrets. Every day, he does everything he can to make Geralt happy.

“Huh,” Jaskier muses. “I guess it’s not. Not really.”

Geralt buries his face in Jaskier’s neck and closes his eyes, his breath shuddering.

One song ends, and another begins. Every line of the lyrics sings of love, but for the first time, Geralt feels like he’s holding it right between his arms.

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They walk the winding hallway of Oxenfurt’s faculty quarters in silence, Geralt’s pinky finger hooked with Jaskier’s, their arms swaying together.

“This is you,” Jaskier says at the door, letting go first. “I bid you goodnight here, my beloved witcher.”

Geralt looks at the door, and back at Jaskier. “We both live here, Jask.”

“You oaf.” Jaskier nudges him gently. “If we were truly courting, this is where I’d be leaving you. It’s the gentlemanly thing to do, see you home safely and politely leave. I shouldn’t assume you’d invite me in.”

All they need to do is push open the door, and the spell is broken. It’ll just be them, witcher and bard, no more than best friends.

“How does it end?” Geralt grasps at something, anything. “The Jaskier experience. What is your final move?”

Something inscrutable flashes across Jaskier’s eyes. “Do you truly want to find out?”

“It’s what you promised.” Geralt takes a step closer. “The whole package.”

“If you insist.” Jaskier smiles, taking a step closer, mirroring Geralt’s movement. Their faces are only a hand’s breadth away, the faint scent of alcohol lingering on Jaskier’s skin. “If tonight were real, I’d want to find some excuses to touch you. Like this.”

Jaskier reaches behind Geralt’s head to untie his braid, loosening his hair and brushing absently, his fingers feather-light, sending a shiver down to Geralt’s core.

“And?” Geralt says, his voice deep.

“And I’d lean into you, but not too close. I’d wait for you to reciprocate.”

Their bodies are near pressed together, and Geralt takes Jaskier’s waist to close the distance. His heart picks up, nearly as fast as a human’s, and he can hear Jaskier’s heartbeat like a hummingbird’s wings, quickening in return.

“I would,” Geralt whispers. “What next?”

“I…I’d look at you, just like this.” Jaskier’s gaze is so intense, so full of want, Geralt nearly shies away from it. It takes everything in him to let Jaskier observe him like this. “I’d tell you I had a lovely time tonight.”

“Did you?”

“I had a lovely time, Geralt,” Jaskier replies seriously. “It’s always lovely when it’s you.”

“You too, Jaskier. I’d tell you the same.”

Jaskier lets out a smile, his breath fanning over Geralt’s skin. “Now, I would look down.” He looks down at Geralt’s lips, his lashes cast low. “And I…”

Geralt’s throat bobs, his eyes also falling to Jaskier’s soft lips. “And you…”

“I…” Jaskier breathes, “I’d wait for you to kiss me.”

So Geralt kisses him.

He cups Jaskier’s cheek to pull him in. It’s a chaste thing, a barely-there kiss pressed on Jaskier’s mouth, and it’s over in a second. Geralt pulls away to find Jaskier’s eyes wide and unblinking.

“Um, yes.” Jaskier stammers, his face growing impossibly red. “Well done, Geralt. You are getting it. If we were courting, this is where we would kiss. You really are a fast learner—”

“No, Jaskier,” Geralt says carefully, his thumb trailing down to the corner of Jaskier’s mouth. “It’s not a part of it. It’s not pretending. It’s me. Just me. I’m kissing you.”

Their second kiss draws out sweetly, with Geralt’s hand pressed into the small of Jaskier’s back, dipping him backward. A small moan escapes Jaskier’s throat, and his fingers thread into Geralt’s hair.

“Wait—” Jaskier breaks the kiss, his chest heaving. He has no right to be this affected by two simple kisses, and yet his breaths are coming out fast, his lips red and eyes shining. “Geralt, wait. It’s not that I’m unhappy about this. I’m so gloriously happy, but…” he hesitates, “why?”

Geralt shrugs. “Why not?”

Jaskier stares, his expression going from confusion to determination. He leans forward to kiss Geralt on the corner of his mouth. “We have so much to talk about.”

Geralt kisses him back. “We do.”

“We could mess this up.”

Jaskier’s lips trail down to Geralt’s neck.

“We could,” Geralt croaks, tipping his head back to give Jaskier easier access.

“Knowing us, we will,” Jaskier says breathlessly between kisses. “We could ruin our friendship if not careful, and I could lose you, after.”

Geralt sobers up at that, pulling away to lock eyes with Jaskier. He looks at Jaskier and sees a flash of doubt in those blue eyes. It’s the same doubt that used to reside in the darkest part of his mind—being left. Being alone.

Not anymore.

“Never,” Geralt promises. It’s a more solemn vow than any he’s taken. “Jaskier, you will not lose me. Not because of this. Never because of this.”

Jaskier lets out a choked sound before catching Geralt’s hand and pressing it to his heartbeat. “Well then,” he says, “We should go inside. It’s time we moved things along.”

“Yes,” Geralt agrees. “It’s time, don’t you think?”

Jaskier pushes open the door, their hands still linked together. He stops, suddenly. “But you see, it was the first time you were courted. It still seems unfair to me. You can’t be won over by just one night.”

Geralt brings Jaskier’s hand to his lips and kisses his knuckles. “What can I say? I’ve been wooed thoroughly.”

“Still, you deserve much more,” Jaskier insists.

Taking a moment, Geralt lets a smile spread across his face. “There’s always tomorrow, and every day after.

“Every day after,” Jaskier repeats, smiling in return. “I like that idea.”

Geralt can’t complain if the outlook for the future is being wooed by Jaskier every day. He shall just fall in love every day in return.

The door shuts behind them, and they let tomorrow begin.

#geraskier #geraskier fic #fluff #getting together #once again i write out of pettiness

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dontforgetyourmedstoday · 28 days

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So you just steal artwork and don't care? Got it. Either that or my ask asking about sources from your posts on April 8th disappeared. Or I guess you could be off tumblr and not have been here for two weeks.

Hi Anon,

I'm assuming this is you:

If it is, yes, I did see your last ask - but life has been a bit shit lately and frankly, I didn't have the emotional bandwidth to deal with an accusatory email that gave me absolutely no details about what you were upset about so I could investigate. So today, despite it being an incredibly long and shit one that isn't over I'm going to reply.

*Takes a deep breath* From this point forward I'm going to assume that, like me, you are just a real-live human with feelings that get hurt and not someone who just likes to yell at people on the internet. So let me apologise that I have used your artwork without attribution, it was in no way my intention. Please take this apology as someone who was just trying to amuse themselves and perhaps help some other people out by reminding them to take their meds too. I absolutely suck at art-type things so in my mind, no one would think I did them or was claiming the actual 'art' part of them as mine. I realise now this is the internet, you guys don't know me, and so I should have been clearer that nearly all of these are edits. (There are a few waaaaay back I actually drew myself). Looking at the 7th, 8th & 9th of April (allowing for time zones and assuming that's when you saw your artwork). All of them except one have a link at the bottom of the image that links back to where I sourced the original image - I don't know if this is visible on mobile so I'll show it below (the bit circled in red)

So I'm assuming this one is yours:

It seems that one doesn't have the link. I don't know why. I haven't made any new reminders for this blog in ages (again - life) - it seems like most of the ones from early April this year were originally posted back in 2021. I got briefly excited about this blog again a few months ago and loaded up a bunch of old ones so this blog was still functional for the people that find it helpful. Going back I have noticed that others seem to not have credit either. It is possible I made a mistake and forgot to add them. It's also possible that Tumblr has a had a glitch/error/weirdness which means it's disappeared. I also used a bunch of images from the editing app I was using to add the reminder message and I wish I could remember what the site was called because I cannot for the life of me remember. Honestly, who knows. I have deleted the post(s) with that image - if it's not the right one please let me know.

I have always gone out of my way to ensure that anything I use is either free use, or non-commercial under Creative Commons. As an aside, I'm an academic and a person who has artist friends and my partner runs a business where our customers are largely designers and artists, so I do actually do my best to give credit. Am I perfect - no I'm not. Part of the reason I stopped making new posts was because of difficulty giving credit even on images that were non-attribution and finding images where I knew what the attribution requirements were (along with trying to remember everything everyone asked me to tag, and doing the image descriptions etc.) If anyone else finds something of theirs in one of my posts and there isn't credit attached please either dm me or send an ask and let me know which post and how you would like to be credited and I'll add it in. If you want it removed, I'm happy to do that too.

Sorry for the long post, hope it helps to clear things up. Finally, let me take this opportunity to say

"Don't forget your meds today my friends"

#attribution #artwork #answered ask

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Noble OCs - Paradiso

More OCs from one of my four original noble clans, the Paradiso! They are the Clan of Miracles and Wisdom and their current Clan Leader is Titus Paradiso, whose heir is undecided at the moment but both of his twins Anastasia Faye Paradiso and Anabella Fleur Paradiso have the potential. Their clan’s soul weapon is book Liebe.

For complete info please check out the link below:

(Just a quick note, everyone is a noble here. There are no hybrids. In my headcanons “pureblood” and “non-pureblood” are just terms that nobles use with each other to broadly describe how affiliated someone is with their own clan. And I say “broadly” because there is much more to it and I think it deserves a post of its own. For now “pureblood” can be seen as a “strong enough and qualified to inherit the clan’s soul weapon and become Clan Leader” and “non-pureblood” as “an ordinary clan member” kind of thing. And being either has little to do with lineage and more of just the individual itself. Again, definitely posting more on that in the future)

Straight to the characters.

Kronos Paradiso: Pureblood. Uncle of Roctis Kravei. Alive in the present day, belongs to Gejutel’s generation.

Kronos oversees floors 1 to 100 of Minerva, the Paradiso Clan’s library tower. He’s part of a team that takes care of the tower, but he’s not exactly a protector or defender per se; neither are any of the nobles of his rank in Minerva. One unique characteristic of Paradiso nobles is that none of them can fight, which includes the Clan Leaders. They’re the only non-combat based clan in Lukedonia. This would mean that Kronos and his colleagues are more like figurative guardians than literal knights. Minerva does have knights as well, just that it’s not what Kronos and his colleagues do. Kronos is a member of the “Keepers”, a team of five high-ranking Paradiso Clan members whose job is to monitor the floors they’re assigned to. As one of the Keepers, Kronos’ job is to maintain a list of who comes and goes, report any incidents, assist the scholars and tend to their needs, kick out the troublemakers, ensure that everything is in order, etc. Each Keeper is also the leader of their own team of Paradiso nobles, the “Pages”. Pages assist Keepers with theirs tasks. Kronos is responsible for giving orders to his team of 143 Pages. Pages report to Keepers, and Keepers report to Titus. Kronos has been a Keeper of Minerva since his youth. He is the second longest-working employee of the tower, only to have his record beaten by a fellow Keeper named Varduhi, who is Titus’ aunt.

Kronos patrols his floors regularly and checks in with all of his Pages one-to-one. Being in charge of the busiest bottom floors also implies that Kronos is the one who greets and guides the guests at the main entrance. It’s not a requirement in his list of tasks, but he nevertheless took up that role because he is an extrovert and enjoys being around people. As a result, Kronos is the most occupied Keeper. Excluding the clan-members-only exclusive areas, Minerva is open to guests at all times and Titus encourages nobles from all over Lukedonia to come visit his library tower because it’s always nice to learn something new, and they probably have more books than there are stars in the sky. Kronos completely agrees with his Clan Leader and always tries to convince nobles to visit their Paradiso spectacle. Feeling a bit bored? Come to our tower and read a book! One of our scholars returned from a trip to the snowy mountains and brought back a new collection of werewolf legends if you’re interested; they’re up on the shelves of floor 87. Want to be surrounded by people but don’t want to directly interact with any? Great timing, Professor Titus is about to start one of his lectures on Pangu Ceresthalassa’s chronicles. There’s still space in seating area but it’s going to fill up soon, so better hurry! Want to go on a date but can’t find the perfect location? There’s a nice, cozy corner on floor 42, just keep it down so the scholars don’t get distracted by the noise; poetry analysis is a great romantic bonding activity too! Please, come in, you won’t regret it. Our Pages will be very happy to help.

Kronos’ enthusiasm and love for Minerva also shows up in his reluctance to take days off. Titus is very generous with vacation days and while he appreciates Kronos’ dedication, he wants his employees to have fun too. To Kronos, work is fun. Titus then has to kick him out and order him to “go get a breather”, because he won’t step outside otherwise. Kronos is one of the tower hermits, which is what the nobles call Keepers, Pages, scholars, and anyone who has their own place of residence outside Minerva but is so obsessed with their career that they basically just live inside the tower full-time instead. Kronos sometimes gets sad about having to put a pause on his work, but he understands that his Clan Leader is ordering him out of good will.

Kronos’ hobby is reading autobiographies of other nobles. Minerva accepts them from anyone who is willing to submit one, so new ones are constantly coming in. Kronos thinks reading autobiographies is a way to “befriend” other people even if they’re no longer alive. These friendships, despite metaphorical, transcend time and space. Kronos is currently reading an autobiography of a Mergas knight from the ancient generations. When he’s done with that, he’ll read one by a Landegre butler. Then he’ll pick another one from the new batch his Pages have collected recently. Kronos plans to write one for himself so future generations can “befriend” him. Maybe he should get started soon because he’s old. Well, he always jokes about he looks younger than most people his age because reading smooths wrinkles. The secret is brain power. It’s magic!

Kronos is currently single and thinks about dating once he retires. Who knows when he’ll actually retire because he’s been saying that for years but he never actually does it. Someone set this workaholic grandpa on a date.

Fyodor Paradiso: Non-pureblood. Older brother of Tomomi Paradiso, cousin of Yamuna Pyradros. Alive in the present day, belongs to Raskreia’s generation.

Fyodor is a young scholar. His area of expertise is comparison and analysis of the reigns of past and current noble Lords. When he is done with his current research, he plans to do a thorough study on the motives behind each traitor noble’s deeds as well as the dynamics between them as a group. Fyodor understands that this is a bit of a sensitive topic, but he wants to commit to it nonetheless. He believes that there’s more than meets the eye, and he’s probably right. There just has to be, even if Lord Raskreia doesn’t seem too enthusiastic about admitting it. Perhaps his fellow scholars would agree with him, but quite a few of them don’t feel comfortable voicing it. On the other hand, Titus is quite supportive.

Fyodor plans to interview people who knew the traitors to gather clues. It could be their family, friends, acquaintances, maids, knights, anyone. And he’ll narrow it down so he gets every single one of them. This will be difficult to accomplish since some of them may refuse cooperation out of fear of being associated with the traitors, but Fyodor still wants to try. He needs to gather every last clue for his research to happen. This applies to territory outside Lukedonia as well. Fyodor is willing to pack his bags and go on a solo quest to search the ends of the earth for traces of evidence if he has to. He’s already thinking about what he should do once he gets to werewolf island to ask about Ignes Kravei, a traitor noble who worked for the notorious werewolf Lord Maduke as a scientist before she died. If Fyodor does embark on this journey, he has to do a lot of preparation beforehand because he has never stepped outside of Lukedonia before, let alone interact with werewolves. He might also have to learn how to be around humans, because he thinks there are remnants of the traitors’ deeds in the human world and they too will be valuable puzzle pieces. It’s going to be a big project either way. Fyodor hasn’t taken any action yet, but he has already begun to think about it. He isn’t in a hurry, but evidence will fade with time, so he has to make up his mind sooner or later. For now, he’ll just keep working on the history of Lords. Besides, his little sister Tomomi needs him; she’ll grow anxious if he’s not present, so it might be better to stay. Her wellbeing is more important than his vision of a fulfilling career. Fyodor won’t go if she tells him not to. He’ll still think about it every now and then, though.

Fyodor likes to exercise in his free time. As a Paradiso, he is weaker and less durable than other nobles, but that won’t stop him from going on a long jog in the forest. It’s a good way to shake off stress from work.

Fyodor is rumored to be the partner of a certain Volo researcher who is studying lifespan loss reversal.

Varduhi Paradiso: Pureblood. Aunt of Titus Paradiso. Alive in the present day, belongs to Lagus’ generation.

Varduhi is a Keeper and oversees floors 401 to 499 of Minerva. She’s been a Keeper since before Titus, her nephew and Clan Leader, was born. She currently holds the record as the longest serving member of the library tower. Titus and Auntie Varduhi have an ongoing joke between the two of them and they’re casually betting on who is going to retire first. He’s old, she’s even older. Varduhi is confident that she’d still be a Keeper by the time either Anastasia or Anabella succeeds Titus as Clan Leader. Just try her. Well, time will tell! Aunt and nephew are close, as Varduhi was the one who watched young Titus whenever his parents were too busy. Varduhi has no children, and her nephew’s twins are like grandchildren to her.

Varduhi is not as busy as Kronos even though both of them are Keepers. The higher you go, the less people there are. Varduhi is in charge of Minerva’s top floors, so she gets to chill a bit while Kronos is always on his feet. Still, being a Keeper is no easy job for anyone. Varduhi is glad that she doesn’t need to do what Kronos is doing with all that guest reception business near the main entrance on the first floor. Perhaps it’s due to her age or simply part of her personality, but being subjected to unnecessary periods of prolonged contact with others annoys her. Varduhi’s Pages know to not waste her time and just get to the point. Report, and leave. She also dislikes it when they come to her for insight on “trivial” matters that they could’ve dealt with on their own, but she tactfully deals with it by telling her Pages that she trusts their judgement, and while they should fully utilize that judgement, they are still welcome to come to her if they think her intervention is required for an emergency. Varduhi is calm and practical, though she can come off as cold sometimes. People might be scared of her at first, but they end up appreciating her for who she is. Varduhi is very no-nonsense when it comes maintaining certain standards. She thinks Titus and Kronos are too lenient towards incompetence from subordinates. Varduhi is focused and efficient, and expects that from her people well. If she catches one of her Pages slacking off, she’d demote them or even fire them on the spot. Grandma doesn’t give second chances. If they show that they don’t have what takes to be here, they’re out. How can they even call themselves a Paradiso if they aren’t ready to serve Minerva to the best of their ability? This means no daydreaming, no gossiping, no workplace dating. Varduhi has a strict zero-distraction policy. As long as they’re here for work, they can’t zone-out. For this reason, many of her Pages are envious of those who work under the four other Keepers because none of them are as extreme as her. At the same time, working under Varduhi has its perks, especially for those who share her sense of organization and responsibility. Titus jokes that they’ll all resign if she keeps being mean to them. Auntie just replies that she has standards. It’s called professionalism, sweetie.

Varduhi likes to bake in her free time. While she does most of her baking at home, she also has an oven on floor 473 of the tower. That’s where she makes pies, cakes, muffins, and cookies when she’s free but too lazy to go home. It’s mostly for making goodies for Titus and his twins because she adores them, but sometimes she’d also be in the mood to reward her Pages for a job well done. If Varduhi is feeling generous, she might even bake for all the scholars on her floors. Free treats for everyone!

Varduhi’s partner is an unnamed Tradio.

Isolde Paradiso: Non-pureblood. Niece of Esther Volo, lover of Calytrix Agvain, and mother of Urokai Agvain. Alive in the present day, belongs to somewhere in between Gejutel’s and the Previous Lord’s generation.

Isolde is a retired Page who worked under Varduhi. She started out as a scholar but never really found her one true passion despite spending centuries jumping between different areas of interest. Ultimately, she decided to work as a Page instead because she felt like she was more suited for assisting scholars rather than being a scholar herself. Before Isolde made her career change, she was one of the record keepers who focused on preserving traditions on behalf of the other clans. She did most of her work on the Agvain Clan.

Isolde enjoyed working under Varduhi as a Page. Like Varduhi, she is very no-nonsense and thinks that the Pages under the other Keepers treat Minerva like a circus and don’t take their jobs seriously enough. Isolde is convinced that the only truly qualified Pages are the ones under Varduhi, who is the only competent Keeper.

To Isolde, her coworkers who got demoted or fired by Varduhi for workplace dating deserved it very much because it is unacceptable to put your own love life above being ready to serve the scholars and Minerva at all times. It doesn’t matter if they weren’t busy at the moment; work is work and that should be the number one priority. That is, until the charming, adventurous, and passionate Calytrix Agvain starts visiting Minerva.

Isolde just assumes that Calytrix comes here to escape from her clan members who are looking for her. Minerva is a good choice for hiding because they’d never guess that their Clan Leader reads. Calytrix catches a glimpse of Isolde and instantly falls in love. She thinks this pink-haired woman’s scrunched up frowns near her nose are so cute, and loves how attentive she is to the scholars. So beautiful and kind. Calytrix knows how Varduhi manages her Pages, so she flirts with Isolde whenever there’s an opening because she doesn’t want to get her fired for violating the zero-distraction policy.

At first, Isolde would run inside the clan-members-only exclusive areas to escape from Calytrix whenever she sees her coming because all she does is flirt. Isolde only goes back outside when she thinks Calytrix is gone, but then the latter would pop out from behind a bookshelf and now she’s stuck because attending to guests is the polite thing to do as a Page. Calytrix is smart, so she would ask Isolde to introduce her to… poetry, or whatever is on the shelf right here because Varduhi is walking this way so must appear busy to not get Isolde kicked out. Isolde actually ends up getting praised by her Keeper because she must be doing such a good job for the honored Agvain Clan Leader to become a regular at Minerva. She even rewards Isolde with the position of “Spine”, which is a Page who leads their own small section of ten other Pages. Well, an accidental promotion is still a promotion. Varduhi then tells Isolde that she should continue to serve the Agvain Clan Leader when she visits. Calytrix and Isolde basically get to be around each other without needing to be secretive anymore. Calytrix develops a genuine love for poetry, and the ever-so-distant Isolde eventually returns Calytrix’s feelings. Sometime later, Isolde offers a soul fragment to Calytrix and they have their son Urokai. At this point, Isolde has retired from being a Page because she’s intrigued by Calytrix’s passion for life and wants to explore the world for herself with her beloved. They coparent Urokai as casual lovers and friends, and visit Minerva together as a family bonding activity. Varduhi sometimes gives treats to her former employee’s son as well.

Isolde currently writes fiction and non-fiction novels as a hobby, but she only picks it up when she’s in the mood. No one knows how she’s doing now. Isolde doesn’t seem to go outside anymore since Calytrix and Urokai have died. If her lover’s death broke her, then her son’s death crushed her.

Isolde lives in solitude and most likely won’t date anymore.

Tomomi Paradiso: Non-pureblood. Younger sister of Fyodor Paradiso, cousin of Yamuna Pyradros. Alive in the present day, belongs to Raskreia’s generation.

Tomomi is a young scholar just like her older brother. Her area of expertise is modern human culture. That’s a very vague way of putting it, because what she actually researches is… memes! Yep, those things human post on “social media” and send to each other. Many of the older Paradiso scholars view these so-called memes as inferior to the more traditional and sophisticated ways of expression. It works but lacks elegance. Tomomi would like to disagree. The whole point of memes is that they’re simple and straightforward. They evolve and adapt just like any other form of media. Tomomi believes that the cultural significance behind memes should even be studied as an art form. Surely the nobles can make use of such an efficient method of transmitting ideas to each other. Why work hard when you can work smart? At some point Titus overhears Tomomi arguing with an elderly scholar about how memes deserve a permanent place in their library’s records, and he promptly shows her his full support. Titus is very curious about this “new art form”, and everyone could see his eyes light up. He tells Tomomi that she should totally go for it and how much he is looking forward to enjoying the fruits of her labor. Boom. Hah, take that, you oldies. Even our Clan Leader agrees.

Tomomi is the master of humans memes. She analyzes them, adds them to her tree diagram of “meme evolution”, and transcribes them by hand for Titus to enjoy. Titus’ book soul weapon Liebe can instantly display content from any other book at any given time as long as it was written by a fellow Paradiso clan member. That’s exactly what Tomomi is doing here. She feels great about being her Clan Leader’s primary supplier of endless entertainment. The others can be jealous about Titus showing levels of enthusiasm he has never shown before in any of his researchers.

Tomomi works on the same floor as her older brother Fyodor because she likes to stay close to him. She knows that he’s thinking about leaving Lukedonia to pursue his research one day, and dreads the time when it comes because she doesn’t know what she’ll do when he leaves. If she can’t convince him to stay, then she might just leave with him. While Tomomi would prefer to stay inside Lukedonia, she does have some curiosity about the outside world, so going on a quest with her brother doesn’t sound bad at all. Maybe she’ll even get to enhance her own meme research in the human world. Who knows.

Tomomi has a crush on an unnamed Page who is responsible for her floor. His Keeper is one of the more lenient ones like Kronos, so the two of them get to have small talk quite often.

(Fyi Keepers can’t interfere with each other’s management. They also can’t give orders to another Keeper’s Pages, only their own. Their power is limited to their assigned sections)

Thank you for reading and stay tuned for future posts!

#noblesse #manhwa #myart #original character #oc #kronos paradiso #fyodor paradiso #varduhi paradiso #isolde paradiso #tomomi paradiso

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Hello. I have again written something. ao3 link here

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Mirror Mirror

Flynn stared at Alex’s “ghost friend” over the coffee table, watching him flip one of Alex’s drumsticks end over end, catching it in his palm with a soft smack before tossing it again.

The others were gone, doing “band stuff,” and so here she was sitting in the studio collecting dust with a fossil. They squinted at him and his gaze flickered to theirs for a moment before he looked away again, his face screwing up slightly. Flynn just stared a little more, narrowing her eyes.

“Um,” he finally said, pausing in his drumstick throwing to look up at them, “Can I…do something for you?”

Flynn huffed, sitting back against the couch, “No.”

“Ok…”

Flynn’s gaze drifted up to the ceiling for a minute, looking at the chairs hanging there, those had always seemed like a particularly inspired design choice to her, they were fucking weird, which she loved.

“What would you do if you had tits?” She asked. Willie didn’t respond, so Flynn tipped their head down to find him staring at her incredulously.

“...What?”

“Like. If you woke up with tits tomorrow, what would you do?”

Willie stared at them some more, opening his mouth a few times before closing it again.

“Why are you asking me?” he said finally, setting the drumstick down on the coffee table with a clatter.

“I kind of want to get rid of mine.” Flynn said, a foreign knot of anxiety forming in her stomach, “So I was wondering what you thought.” They had no idea why they were bringing this up with Willie of all people, but the thought hadn’t left her alone for a week, and they guessed that they just really wanted to tell someone about it.

“I probably wouldn’t do anything different,” Willie answered, his voice hesitant.

Flynn raised her eyebrow, “You’d just be comfortable walking around tits out like that?”

“No,” he huffed a little frustratedly, “Just. Nothing would change.”

“Ok…?” Flynn furrowed her eyebrows, confused.

Willie screwed up his face again, seemingly debating something with himself before speaking, “Nothing would change because I already have them.”

Flynn paused, “What- really?”

“Yeah.”

Wait.

Fynn leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table, looking at him with wide eyes, “You’re trans?”

Willie nodded a little stiffly and Flynn grinned, jumping to their feet and rounding the table to flop down next to him, turning her body to fully face him and crossing her legs under her. “Oh my god! You should have said before, this is the best!”

Willie leaned a little bit away from her but smiled anyway, watching Flynn practically vibrating in her seat. “Wait,” she said, “So you were trans in the 80s? What was that like?”

Willie turned to face her, shoving his socked heels into the crack in the couch cushions between them, “It sucked.”

“Wait,” a thought struck Flynn and they considered him for a moment, “Were binders invented yet in the 80s?”

Willie laughed a little at that, “Not really. But we didn’t use ace bandages either if we were smart,” he sat up straighter and tugged at his crop top, pulling it up to show Flynn the bottom of what looked like a wide elastic band, “They sold them for stomach control, but we figured we could repurpose them.”

Flynn hummed in understanding, “Is it uncomfortable? How long can you wear it?” she questioned.

Willie shrugged. It’s not the worst, it’s way better than walking around,” he paused, tilting his head back and forth a couple of times “...without it. And we didn’t really have guidelines for the health of these things, at least I didn’t. Nowadays it doesn’t matter, I’m dead anyway.”

Flynn supposed that was true, “That’s so cool,” They said.

Willie laughed at that, “I guess so. Thanks.”

Flynn was silent for a moment before thinking up another question, “How does it feel?”

Willie furrowed his eyebrows, “How does what feel?”

“Being flat, having them gone.” Flynn said, tucking her hands into her lap.

Willie cracked a small smile, “Amazing.”

Flynn grinned back, letting themself rock forward a little bit into Willie’s space, “Oh we’re definitely gonna hang out again.”

“Yeah duh,” Willie said, “Let’s talk about how we’re going to fix your problem first though.”

Flynn laughed a little bit giddily, “do you want to help me do some binder shopping?”

“I would love to.”

An hour later found them pressed together on the couch looking at Flynn’s laptop. Well, as pressed together as they could be when one of them was an incorporeal being. Willie’s knee passed through hers every once in a while, which was slightly unsettling.

They were on their fifth website and Flynn had a bright red binder pulled up on screen, clicking through the pictures of the model wearing it.

“Wouldn’t it be smarter to pick something more neutral?” Willie asked. Flynn raised their eyebrows at him, looking down at her outfit. Willie huffed, “right, forget I asked.”

“This one’s got personality you know? Yours is so plain and boring.”

Willie raised an eyebrow at them, “Right, sorry we didn’t have bright red binders in the 80s.”

Flynn shrugged, “I’m just saying, it seems like just the decade to like something like this.”

Willie rolled his eyes, “Yeah sure, if we weren’t all dying from a death plague I’m sure we would have been right on that.”

Flynn paused, “Oh shit yeah. That must have sucked.”

“Yeah.”

Flynn was quiet for a minute after that, debating on whether she should continue the discussion. She clicked off of the binder and found a new one, this one a pretty blue color. It didn’t seem as fitting to them, but they supposed it was fine.

“What was it like?” she finally asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

“What? AIDS?”

“Yeah.”

Willie paused for a moment, considering the blank wall opposite him before he answered, “I died in the late 80s,” he started,”I was too young near the beginning to know anything, but from what people told me, they didn’t get angry for a while, they were mostly just scared. Everyone was dying and they didn’t know why. By the time I figured my shit out we had a name for it. And we knew no one cared to help us.”

Flynn was silent for a moment, “Did you know anyone who died?”

Willie’s eyebrows raised, “Yeah. I knew a ton of people who died. Everyone knew people who died. I attended like, a funeral a week.”

“That’s horrible.”

Willie hummed, returning his gaze to the wall, “When I died, we were starting to get angry. Act Up was a thing. And, have you ever seen the Silence = Death posters?” Flynn nodded, “You would see those everywhere by the time I died.”

Flynn fiddled with their touchpad, “Good.”

Willie flashed them a small smile before it disappeared again, “Sometimes I wish I’d lived, just ‘cause it was stupid to have another person die, and not even of the fucking disease.” he said, sighing and leaning back into the couch cushions, “That’s a useless thought now though.”

Flynn didn’t know what to say to that, but she did have a pressing issue she could use to break the silence, so she snapped her laptop closed, “What do you think Julie will think?”

“About what?”

Flynn wrinkled their nose, “Me getting a binder.”

Willie turned to look at them, frowning, “She’s already ok with you being non binary right?”

“Yeah,” Flynn admitted, “but what if this is too much? What if I’m not enough of a girl and she doesn’t want to be my best friend anymore?”

Willie lifted a hand and then dropped it back into his lap, like he wanted to reach out for them, but knew it wouldn’t work, “I haven’t known Julie for very long,” he said instead, “But I still can’t imagine a world where that would happen. Julie loves you, you’re her favorite person in the world. I don’t think anything could change that.”

Flynn let out a shaky breath, running her hand down her face, “You’re probably right. It’s just hard.”

“I know.” Willie said, and he really did. He was the first person Flynn had talked to about this who truly did understand her fear about this, and how wrong her body felt, and how everyone around her seemed to be fine in their own skin, so why didn’t they?

“Do you want to help me take my measurements?” she asked after a moment.

Willie smiled, pushing himself up from the couch, “yeah sure.”

By the time the band got home, Willie and Flynn were crowded into the small studio bathroom with a sewing tape measure, trying to get Flynn’s measurements. Willie had it held up to the width of her shoulders, trying to get the measurement without touching them and having his hands phase through their back.

They heard the studio door open before Julie stuck her head into the bathroom, “So I guess you two are getting along fine,” she said, “What are you doing?”

Flynn turned to look over her shoulder, causing one of Willie’s hands to pass through her shoulder blade. It was a weird feeling, and she let out an involuntary shiver. Willie made a noise, stepping away and pressing his back to the wall to get out of her way.

“Getting my measurements,” Flynn said.

“For what?” Reggie piped up from his spot, crowded in behind Julie with the rest of the band.

“I’m gonna get a binder,” Flynn said, more confident sounding than they felt.

Julie’s eyes lit up, “Oh that’s fantastic! What color are you going to get?”

Flynn smirked, hiding the relief crashing through her chest, “Red.”

Willie huffed behind her, “I still think you should get something more neutral.”

Flynn turned around to look at him, “Can it, ghost boy.”

Willie just laughed, slipping behind them and out of the bathroom. He made his way over to Alex and wrapped an arm around his waist. Alex leaned down to whisper something in Willie’s ear, making him smile. They were disgusting honestly.

“Hey Jules,” she said, grabbing Willie’s abandoned tape measure from the counter, “you wanna help me with this? Willie keeps phasing through me.”

Julie smiled, taking the tape measure from them and stepping into the bathroom, “Of course.”

Flynn turned away from her, catching Willie’s eyes in the mirror, as Julie started to measure.

“Thanks Willie,” she said.

“Anytime.”

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #willie jatp #flynn taylor #fanfiction #fanfic #parker writes

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cyanide-e-pistachio · 9 months

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Shuake Spicy Fic Recs✨

Hi everyone! I’ve noticed a lot of amazing Shuake fic rec posts, but not a lot when it comes to the spicier variety 🔥 so I’m gonna link a few of my favorites! When it comes to Shuake, I like dynamics of all varieties and read a lot based on mood. So I’ll try to divide these as best as I can!

What are my credentials, you may ask? I'm just a simple gal who likes to read and write :3

If You Want Something Deceptively Wholesome - The Joy of Asking for It by Stealth_Noodle (One-shot, 6k words)

A post-canon, established relationship fic that is simply a wild ride through and through, ending with a lovely little domestic scene that warms the heart <3 I love this author's writing style and how they make everything so engaging!

If You Want a Good Top!Goro Fic - Advantageous Positioning by coleslawed (One-shot, 7k words)

Starts off with a really captivating cold open, has a fun mini-character study of Akiren, and has a good, assertive Akechi! I remember really loving how this author could write such compelling prose.

If You Want a Good Top!Persona 5 Protagonist Fic - We'd Feed Well the Land and Worry the Sheep by cookietosser (Multichapter, 34k words)

This is an older fic, but still so good. If you want a confident, doting Akiren, this is the fic for you! It's set during Sae's Palace arc where the two start to bond through nap dates, things escalate quickly, and Akechi has a bit of a crisis about it, lol. Aside from the smut, this is also just a great fic overall and a true classic for me!

If You Want a Great Switcheroo - change places! by bangandawhimper (One-shot, 6k words)

I guess if I'm preferential to any dynamic, I love switching, and this one has that in spades. An unspecified AU fic where Akechi tries bottoming for once, much to his (initial) irritation. There were some moments in this fic where I genuinely laughed out loud.

If You Want Something Actually Hilarious - spin cycle by androgenius (One-shot, 6k words)

Again, another fic where I genuinely laughed out loud several times while reading. Akechi and Akiren are neighbors, and a lot of hilarious shenanigans regarding a washing machine ensue (and not in the way you'd think, you heathens!). The writing style makes it an absolute joy to read.

If You Want a Good Amount of Plot - Bullet with Butterfly Wings by CloudMenaceBird (Multichapter, 127k words)

If you want a good plot to go with some incredible smut, this is one of my favorites. It's just an amazing post-canon shuake fic where Akechi wakes up in the Velvet Room and manages to find Akiren again after the events of Royal's final Palace.

If You Want the Oddly Specific Category of “Two People Who Have No Idea What They’re Doing but Pretend to be Experienced Anyways” - what matters most is how you bring joy to life by futuresoon (One-shot, 8k words)

This is simply a classic, through and through. Pretty much everything by futuresoon is, but this is my personal favorite of theirs. I have nothing to say other than this is probably my favorite characterization of Akechi, and that all the subtleties in this work are *chef's kiss*

If You Want WHOLESOME WHOLESOME WHOLESOME - Fools Rush In by Atalan (One-shot, 35k words)

I actually read this work recently, and being. Simply. FLOORED by how good this fic is, and how much it establishes in a one-shot. Essentially, Akiren and Akechi speedrun their entire confidant on the day they first meet at the TV Station, and it has a delicious way of writing that "instant connection" vibe. And it's incredibly wholesome. That is all.

If You Want a New Fav - Good For You by Chaoticconstellation (Multi-chapter, 14k words)

This came out just recently, and it is a new favorite of mine! A wholesome fic where Akiren and Akechi agree to try an experiment to see if physical touch improves Akechi's mood. It features a very touch-starved Akechi Goro who needs (and gets) a hug.

If You Want a Classic - To Catch a Tiger Cub, One Must First Enter the Tiger’s Lair by AyuOakhay (Multi-chapter, 77k words)

This is my personal favorite Shuake fic ever! I don't know what draws me to it - maybe it's because it has a little bit of everything I like! And despite what the tags may suggest, it does have some surprisingly sweet moments. It also inspired my current work!

And there you have it! I have more I can think of and other oddly specific categories, so I may do a Part 2 one day! 💚

#shuake #persona 5 #akira kusuru #goro akechi #persona 5 royal #fanfic #fic rec #akeshu

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atinyladybug-daydreams · 1 year

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Btw major tom aint made by the author so its not confirmed cannon that adam and evelyn are abuse,ffs yall just want to make them seem more evil,yes theire negligent since sarah was born they had no choice but to use tj to heal her but they were in mourning

First reaction:

Now onto the actual essay, research and resources. Jump towards the bottom at the General Conclusion if you wish to skip the entire essay:

Part 1: The concept of Canon in SCP

The fundamentals to the SCP fandom is that there is NO canon in SCP. This has been stated over and over by the authors, wiki staff, content creators and even fans of the SCP wiki. Some prominent figures of high standing who agreed to this and had contributed to the wiki and the fandom on a large scale itself are Dr.Sherman from Site-42 and Author Raddhager- writer and creator of the Find Us Alive podcast.

SCP Canon is fluid. Period. There is no "One Truth Above All". Articles, tales, series and canons had time and time again, constantly contradict each other because everything is based on the authors' interpretation and canon- which, surprise, the authors are in fact the consumers itself.

Such incidents of contradiction can be seen in the multiple canons, the existence of the few dozens of SCP-001s and every other article that follows its canon (Factory and its lore, Daybreak and its lore, etc) and even who are on the O5 council.

If we're going on the logic of "Everything written in an article is canon", then let me propose a question. What if two articles using the same character/SCiP are contradictory towards each other? Does it mean that one article is "canon" and the other is "a headcanon"?

And this isn't a thought or a what-if situation because this has actually happened in multiple SCP articles. One I can bring up is literally the article for SCP-963.

In SCP-963, the amulet containing Dr.Bright is confirmed and tested to be indestructible. Yet in SCP-6170, an anomalous incident has caused the amulet to crack (and fucking up Dr.Bright in the process). This isn't the first incident where 963 is damage or Bright dies. In the tale for Yesterday in the Resurrection Canon (re: CANON), Clef "kills" Bright by sending the amulet towards the sun. The arguement of "it's a tale" doesn't work here as well because in SCP-6170, an SCP article, 963 begans showing cracks upon the death of the anomaly (6170)- which should be impossible if "SCP-963 is indestructible". Also the argument that 6170 affecting all anomalies in general so 963 being affected isn't wrong can't be brought up cause in many cases, 963 has been pretty much an item that doesn't follow reality's rules

Part 2: The Bright Family, lore and Author Bright. Trigger warning for this part for rape, incest, pedophilia, racism and ableism

The actual canon of the Bright family written by the author is really fucked up and if you wanna kiss their ass and make that canon, be my guest but keep in mind that the Bright family is canonically incestual, openly support rape, pedophiliac and ableist.

I won't go much about all that but @canorrus made a pretty good post collecting all the parts here. [a big tw of rape, incest, pedophilia, racism and ableism before you click the link.]

Anyways if you are standing on the hill where canon can only be confirmed by author bright that means you are in full support of the canon that the bright family is incestual, rape-positive, pedophiliac and ableist. These aren't my rules love, they're yours <3

Also I don't know how to tell you, having YOUR LIVING SON who can heal people heal your DEAD DAUGHTER is fucked up. TJ's anomaly comes in the form of absorbing their injuries and making it his. Are you telling me that the risk of TJ absorbing Sarah's DEATH to revive Sarah is a form of love? Are you telling me that Adam Bright, in his grief of losing his daughter, making the decision to sacrifice ONE LIVING CHILD to bring back a CHILD WHO NEVER LIVED, is not fucked up?

I don't know how to put it in words to tell you that sacrificing a living child to bring back a dead child is not fuck up and grief and mourning doesn't excuse literally hurting a child <3

You wanna know what choice they had towards Sarah's death? NOT USE THEIR OTHER SON TO RAISE THE DEAD.

Part 3: The topic of abuse with Adam and Evelyn Bright. As such, big TW on Abuse

According to Google, abuse refers to "cruel and violent treatment of a person or animal." There's roughly 11 types of abuse towards children which are:

Bullying and cyberbullying

Child sexual explotation

Child trafficking

Criminal exploitation and gangs

Domestic Abuse

Emotional Abuse

Female genital mutilation

Grooming

Neglect

Non-recent abuse

Online Abuse

Physical Abuse

Sexual Abuse

As you can see form the list that I've gotten here, then you can clearly see that Neglect is a form of abuse. Therefore, putting two and two together would make Adam and Evelyn canonically abusive if they had committed neglect towards their 4 children prior to Sarah's birth.

This isn't a thing the fandom came up with, smartass. This is an actual fact that they are abusive

Abuse comes in many different ways and just because Adam and Evelyn don't hit their kids, they still fucked them up severely. Abuse is abuse. There is no "neglect isn't that bad".

If it weren't "that bad", it wouldn't be on the fucking list, genius.

My thoughts:

First of all, so what if we want to make Adam and Evelyn more evil? There is nothing wrong with that in a fandom that has no canon (refer to Part 1). Everything is up to interpretation and if you're being a pissbaby about a majority of the fandom agreeing that Evelyn and Adam Bright are shitty parents, then maybe don't interact with them.

Don't like? Don't interact. If you don't like my canons and interpretations of the Bright family, then kindly please remove your presence from my blog before I do it for you. The block button is right there. Stop shitting on my canons, interpretations and headcanons.

Also like, if you're like "Nothing is canon unless the author of that character makes it canon" then SCP is not the right fandom for you because again, please refer to Part 1 of this entire essay to get it through your thick skull that EVERYTHING and NOTHING is canon and it's up to readers' and writers' interpretation.

SCP and the wiki uses the creative commons license. That means everyone is free to use, distribute, remixed and BUILD ON what is posted in the site and surprise surpsrise, the Bright family were. Don't get your knickers in a twist because what people had build on isn't what you wanted or expected, love.

Oh, one more thing, just because they're mourning doesn't give them an excuse of using their son to bring back their dead daughter. Yes, grief absolutely changes and causes people to act irrationally but at the end of the day, you are still using a paying a living, breathing child to bring back a stillborn, dead daughter. I apologise for the cold and rough wording but I want to be absolutely clear and straightforward with this situation.

General conclusion/tl;dr

Firstly, SCP Canon has never been canon and it belongs to the people and how people interpret it. Canon is cherry picked and nothing is certain.

In addition, canon Bright family is fucked up thanks to the author and if you deem only what Author Bright write as canon, you need to self reflect on some of your personal values and critical thinking.

Plus, Neglect is still abuse. Therefore, Adam and Evelyn are abusive.

Lastly, SCP runs on a creative commons license so everyone's interpretation is valid. Respect other peoples' interpretation and canons and if you don't like it, move on.

Resources, links, other explanations:

SCP Articles & Tales brought up here:

Authors and Content Creators Mentioned who can explain better than me:

Site-42/Dr Sherman:

Wiki Profile

TikTok

YouTube

Author Raddhager:

Wiki Profile

TikTok

General/Other Resources:

NSPCC Types of Abuse

Creative Commons License

Your move.

#Alt answers #anon #putting it in the main tags to max out the broadcast on this clownery #also to set this as an example as to what happens if you come in with your clownery #i have a reputation of hunting down and documenting things to a T so if you fuck around you will find out #beef said i was an apex predator when it comes to this sorta thing afhjdhfkds #scp #dr bright #bright family #jack bright #evelyn bright #sarah bright #tj bright #tw.abuse #tw.incest #tw.rape #tw.pedophilia #tw.racism

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The Drive-In Part 11

Part 1 | Part 10 | Part 12 | Links to all Parts | AO3 Link

Taglist: @2btheanswertothequestion @cr0w-culture @panicatthediaz @rhyswritesreadsandcries @weirdspaceowl @duraffinity

If all the people Eddie had ever met were in some kind of encyclopedia, the picture of Steve Harrington wouldn't look anything like the giggling guy in front of him right now. He'd have his hair just so, with a characteristic smarmy look on his face, maybe with his signature sneer. Certainly not a guy with a smile so wide it pushed up the apples of his cheeks until his eyes were almost completely closed.

Eddie figures, at this point, it would only be another thirty minutes or so before Steve would be heading to snooze city. He clearly hadn't partied like this in a while, and though part of Eddie wanted Steve to be out of sight as soon as possible, he didn't want him to overindulge too much and make himself ill.

Out of sight and out of mind.

Then Eddie's intoxicated brain could come back down to earth and stop thinking those impossibly tempting thoughts. Thoughts that Eddie had, other than one exception, reserved for girls only.

How beautiful their laugh sounded. How their eyes sparkle when they smile. How he wanted to be the only one that drew out those wild laughs and uncontainable smiles from them. How they smelt. How they felt under his hand. How it felt to be under theirs. How he wanted to be closer to them in every way. How he wanted to wrap them up in himself so he could take the bumps, so they never knew pain again.

He knew it was the cocktail of chemicals in his system, so he let the thoughts be for now. He knew he'd be alone soon enough, so he wouldn't have to worry about acting on them, and he knew Steve was so far gone he wouldn't pick up on anything subtle that Eddie might accidentally slip up with. Steve had literally just been holding Eddie's hands with no issues at all.

Eddie shakes his head, watching Steve, and finds himself unable to wipe the enormous adoring grin from his face. He knew this moment would always have to be his secret, but that was ok with Eddie.

It was just the two of them, no one else could see, and the way Steve was acting, he wouldn't remember any of this. So the fear and defences Eddie had been covering himself in could be shed.

He takes a last mental snapshot.

He slaps his hands on his knees and gets up from the lounger, "Well, I gotta go take a leak. Don't do anything dumb while I'm gone, ok, Harrington?"

Steve looks at him with heavy-lidded eyes, still giggling, "Alright, Daaaaad!"

As Eddie walks through the house, he hears a faint, "My name is Steeeeeve!" Chuckling to himself and stumbling a little, he eventually finds the bathroom.

Washing his hands, Eddie thinks he hears the faint sound of a beat. Steve must have put some music on or something. Then he hears something else, scraping, a few thuds. Eddie frantically dries his hands and runs out of the bathroom, expecting to find Steve at the bottom of the stairs or fallen over in a heap.

What Eddie wasn't expecting was to find all the lights out, all the furniture pushed to the edges of the room, music blaring, and Steve sway dancing, beer in hand, one of Eddie's pre-rolled joints hanging out of the corner of his mouth, fast forwarding and playing a tape in the stereo.

That smile erupts on Eddie's face again, and he's about to jog over there and tell him off for smoking in the house or wind Steve up in some other way when something occurs to him. Steve hasn't acknowledged he's there.

Eddie recognizes the beat and funky bass line that blares out of the speakers. It's Disco. It's 'You Should Be Dancing'.

Suddenly Steve changes from gentle sway to walking to the back of the room. His leg kicks out to one side and then sharply kicks it behind his other, his hands pointed at angles like a clock. Then he dances forward, pretends to do up his nonexistent cufflinks, grabs his belt, and wiggles down toward the ground.

It takes Eddie a moment to process what is happening, and then, with an almost audible gasp, he realizes. Steve is reenacting the dance from the movie.

Eddie steps back further into the shadows. He swears to himself that it's just for a moment, just so he can tease Steve about this tomorrow, but he knows that isn't the entire truth. Eddie isn't even really watching the dance moves themselves anymore. Instead, he's watching Steve's face in the low light. Absolutely blissed out, this was Steve in his element. This is what Steve was when no one was around, and Eddie had a front-row seat.

He doesn't even realize it, but Eddie is being drawn in. Like a moth to a flame, slowly stepping forward now in the darkness. Attempting to get closer without disturbing this creature in its habitat. But, unfortunately, his eyes cannot peel themselves away from this dancing tornado.

Eddie's leg makes contact with some item of furniture in the dark, which takes his feet from under him and sends him crashing to the floor with a groan of pain as his newly bruised side takes the impact.

Steve's hand reaches down to him, "Wanna dance?" Steve laughs as Eddie clasps onto his forearm and Steve hoists him up.

"Nah, I'm not much of a dancer" Eddie smiles back and is about to head outside for a smoke when Steve's hand meets his chest and pushes him back into an armchair before handing Eddie the items he'd been holding.

All Eddie can do is grip onto the beer can and draw heavily on the smoke as Steve dances away from him to the other side of the room.

Stop thinking about his hand on your chest Eddie. It was a slip.

Eddie takes a chug of the beer, and as he looks back, Steve is sliding along the floor in a half-split towards him until he stops right in front of him to steal back the smoke and beer.

Eddie is frozen in his seat. He is frozen in time. That might have been one of the smoothest things he'd ever seen in his entire life, and it was making him feel things he knew he shouldn't. Things that had no happy ending. Things that get you in deep trouble or wallowing in a pit of misery for weeks.

That fear returns and spreads through his mind like wildfire. He has to stop this.

Eddie locates enough energy to get out of his seat to grab his own beer because he will need it to get within a metre of this man now.

He takes a deep breath, opens the can, and takes another gulp before following a still-dancing Steve around his makeshift dancefloor.

"STEVE!!" Eddie shouts over the music and gets a sleepy-eyed Steve's attention.

"Eddie!!" he yells out in celebration, arms in the air, like Eddie, had just arrived at the party.

"Aren't you worried about how much I'm gonna rib you about this tomorrow, Harrington?" Eddie enquires.

Steve grins and shakes his head in a no.

Eddie might have to be meaner, "What about if I told all your little friends about Saturday Night Steve, huh? What then?"

Steve lets out a wholesome goofy laugh and beckons Eddie toward him.

Eddie doesn't obey. That is dangerous territory. Keep a safe distance, Eddie.

Steve rolls his eyes and leans in to say directly into Eddie's ear, "You could tell anyone. Aaaaanyone you like, but not one of them, not a soul is gonna believe you, Eddie" as Steve draws away, having dropped that annoyingly accurate bombshell on Eddie, He dances backwards and gives him a cheeky smirk, before shouting, "So you may as well dance, Eddie, because no one would believe me either!"

Eddie rolls his eyes and shakes his head, "No way, Harrington. Nope. I suck at dancing"

"Come on, Eddie, live a little. Do it for Saturday Night Steve!"

Oh gods, he's talking about himself in the third person. This was way worse than Eddie thought.

"How can you suck at dancing, Eddie? You love music, and you play the guitar. You've gotta have rhythm! Come on. This will probably never happen again, right?" Steve pleads.

Something in the words 'This will probably never happen again' kicks Eddie's better judgment into the never. Eddie rolls his eyes again, but this time in defeat, "Oh alright," he grumbles and decides on some minimal side-to-side step, alternating his shoulders to the beat.

Steve looks horrified and runs to turn down the music a little before running back, "No-no-no! Eddie, stop this. Whatever this is? Stop immediately!" Steve waves a hand over Eddie generally.

Eddie gratefully stops dancing, "Told you I sucked"

Steve eyes him, folds his arms, presses his lips together, and taps his foot. Eddie feels like he's about to get told off.

"I don't think it's that, Eddie. I think you're scared. I think Eddie The Freak Munson is happy to scare a whole town and be a loud nerd but is too chicken to dance," Steve adds, looking very pleased with himself.

Eddie's primal brain kicks into action, "Did you just call me chicken?"

"Uh-huh. Yep. I did absolutely." Steve says playfully, looking Eddie up and down, biting his bottom lip, before finishing with a singular chicken noise.

Eddie knows this is Steve pushing his buttons, but Eddie could not bare being called chicken.

"Fine!" Eddie says defiantly, "Do your worst, Harrington."

Steve smiles broadly and returns to the stereo to turn up the music again. Eddie reverts to a more vigorous version of the dance he just did. He felt dumb, but he'd be damned if Steve 'Hairspray' Harrington was gonna call him a chicken about anything.

The song fades out, and another starts up, "Oh, this has got way more strut to it, Eddie. You know what" Steve holds up a finger to Eddie, "I know what Eddie Munson needs." Then Steve promptly, in one sweep, removes all the coasters, magazines, art books, and the potpourri wicker bowl from the coffee table and, with both hands, gestures at it, "A stage."

Eddie was not drunk enough for this, but he was in it now. He downs his beer and steals the joint from Steve, taking a long draw before walking to one end of the table.

Steve cups his hands around his mouth, cheering him on. "Yes! Eddie!!"

Eddie shoots him a look back, and Steve gives him a wink, which pretty much launches Eddie onto the table, strutting along playing air guitar to Rod Stewart's Do Ya Think I'm Sexy.

If Steve Harrington wanted an Eddie Munson show, he was gonna get one, and he was gonna regret he'd ever asked.

Eddie takes off his vest to the beat and chucks it right at Steve, who manages to clutch it to his chest, stumbling back a step or two. Now Eddie had his full attention, Eddie spin turns on the spot, and Steve whoops loudly, making Eddie laugh.

Eddie runs his hands through his hair down his body, resting his hands on his belt buckle as he rotates his hips. Eddie turns his back on Steve, putting his hands behind his head and swinging his hips from side to side before slipping off his leather jacket and dropping it to the floor.

Eddie feels that nice warm wave of the high wrap itself around him, and he is feeling an unreasonable amount of confidence, well, with intermittent laughter anyway. But, to Eddie's surprise, he is actually having fun.

As Eddie turns around to face Steve again, Eddie notices he has stopped dancing. His mouth is wide open, but he is still cradling Eddie's vest in his arms.

As Eddie dances along the table, Steve's eyes follow him, and if he didn't know any better, he'd swear he saw Steve sniff his vest. He was so out of it Eddie should get him to bed.

Eddie stops dancing, and Steve frowns deeply. Eddie tilts his head and smiles in disbelief at Steve, whose bottom lip is now pushed out. Eddie tests a theory. He starts dancing again, and Steve's face lights up again.

Gods, that felt good.

It was so wrong, all of it, but Eddie hadn't felt that damn adored in his existence. Even if it wasn't real and chemically induced.

Eddie jumps down from the table and lands in front of Steve, "Was that enough of a show for ya, big boy?" Eddie can't help but flirt. His hormones were running wild. He wouldn't do anything, Steve was totally out of his tree, and Eddie wouldn't take anything from wasted Steve that sober Steve wasn't willing to give.

Steve isn't saying anything. He's just staring at Eddie's face, his eyes barely open, and his mouth finally closed with a hard swallow.

"I'll take that as a yes" Eddie smiles with a wink and turns to grab a beer. Dancing is thirsty work.

Eddie only gets a few steps when he's halted by a hard tug on the waistband of his jeans and hears, "Where you goin', beautiful?"

Eddie snaps his head around to Steve, and Eddie isn't sure if what is making his heart pound is excitement or fear.

Steve was wasted, and Eddie had obviously wound him up, or maybe as Steve said earlier, Steve thought he was a girl due to his long hair. But, before he can decide what is best, he's pulled flush with Steve's heaving chest and encapsulated in Steve's arms.

Eddie uses all his might to break free, thankfully, there isn't much resistance, and he manages to get arm's length away from Steve, who is making grabby hands at Eddie.

"Steve, I'm not who you think I am, ok. We need to get you to bed, ok. You're really wasted, alright?" Eddie tries gently, staring at Steve in the hopes he'd comprehend.

Steve smiles and lurches forward, "I know who you are, pretty. Pretty Eddie" Steve boops Eddie on the nose and laughs.

Eddie realizes the gentle approach isn't going to work. Eddie was strong, but he didn't think he was carry-Steve-up-a-flight-of-stairs strong.

"HEY!" Eddie barks at him, slapping his hand away, "I said it's time for you to go sleep this off. So get up those stairs right now!" Steve looks surprised at Eddie but does what he's told.

Eddie breathes a sigh of relief and figures he'll turn off the music and lock the outside door later. It was surprising how adrenaline could sober him up so fast.

Eddie follows Steve to a bedroom, it looks like something out of a showroom, and if it wasn't for the varsity jacket peeking out of the closet, he wouldn't have even guessed this was Steve's room. It was personality challenged.

Steve is sitting on the bed pouting, still clutching Eddie's vest, "Did Steve make pretty Eddie mad?" he slurs remorsefully.

"Yes! And my name is Eddie. Just Eddie. No adjectives required, Harrington," Eddie chides as he pulls the covers back on Steve's bed before returning to Steve.

"No. 's not Harrington. 's Steve," Steve mumbles through his pouting, his eyes following Eddie's every move. Eddie knows better than to look into those eyes right now.

Eddie kneels down and pulls off Steve's sneakers but decides to leave him in his clothes.

"I'm gonna go now. You need to sleep. And I don't wanna hear anymore about it. Sleep!" Eddie says firmly.

Steve throws himself back onto the bed in a mini tantrum. But as soon as his head hits the pillow, a smile sweeps across his face, and he's out like a light.

Eddie sneaks out quietly, turning off the light and closing the door behind him.

He spends the next half an hour locating the guest bedroom and having a well-earned smoke under the stars and gets himself pleasantly relaxed enough again to attempt sleep.

As Eddie settles into the strange bed in a strange bedroom, he gets out one more time to ensure the door is locked.

He isn't scared of Steve trying anything. He was more worried about sober hungover Steve finding himself wrapped around Eddie and then promptly beating the shit out of him.

That night Eddie isn't sure whether to call the visions in his mind dreams or nightmares. It's a mixture of wonderful and horrific moments, some of which happened today, some in the distant past, and some that would probably never happen.

The last bit he remembers is an image of his Mama pointing a shotgun at Steve, pulling the trigger, and an almighty bang going off. The impact thrusts Eddie back into the waking world, only to find that the bang was not a dream at all.

Eddie looks bleary into the morning light and then towards the noise.

Someone was busy trying to break down his door.

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In case anyone wants to see what Steve's dance is. It the one below, but just imagine it slightly less sharp, Steve still holding onto his beer and smoking, with his eyes mostly shut.

https://youtu.be/lMZ9_yrCIqU

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