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occamstfs · 6 days

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No Need to Apply

Here is my 1K special! Though admittedly it is nothing much out of the ordinary- Thanks to everyone who submitted prompts but especially the anonymous suggestion that spurred this transformation of a desperate twink into a cocky slob! -Occam

Brock really needed a lucky break. He had been staying with his ex since they ended it, but now that he’s sleeping with someone it’s clear that Brock needs to get his own place. Unfortunately the market is not being quite so accommodating to his urgent needs. Given that he is now to be living alone it’s evident he also needs the place on the cheap. He had been denied all reasonable accommodations that he could afford and was beginning to contemplate moving back in with his parents when he suddenly received an email from an apparent realtor he’d never met.

It was an invitation to an open house at some ritzy downtown apartment that he was sure was out of his price range. Rather than just tossing it to his spam folder though, he finds himself looking at the handful of images with a voracity, whether it’s simple curiosity or a fantasy to have such clearly luxurious housing Brock reads through the whole listing. Reaching the end of the invitation and looking at the specs he finds the rent impossibly labeled as just under half his monthly paycheck.

Nearly spitting up coffee all over himself in shock, Brock’s eyes flutter to find exactly when and where this open house was. Surely the demand for this place would box him out but god wouldn’t it be nice to just check it out and dream. He sends an RSVP and far too quickly the realtor, Lucas, thanks him for his prompt response, wishes him well, and signs off saying see you soon. Brock went about the rest of his day as normal, if not a little cheerier than he’s been for some time as he keeps finding his mind drift to that almost-too-perfect apartment’s view over the city.

Fortunately off from work the next day, Brock took the bus to the open house, stopping by his favorite cafe that just so happens to be nearby. He grabs a drink and finds himself preoccupied with thoughts of what a convenience, what a windfall, this break would be. He heads inside and takes the elevator up to the suite and hesitates before entering at the door. Odd that there is no one else here, he double checks the room and floor and puts his ear to the door to see if perhaps other visitors are inside already.

In his untrained attempt to eavesdrop he puts his weight squarely against the door, pushing it open and stumbling in, nearly spilling his coffee over the pristine floors as he crosses the threshold into the apartment. Light streams in through the blinds, only magnifying the manicured state of the spotless room around him. The floor is clean enough to see his reflection, mouth agape, staring at how impossibly clean the apartment is. The only record at all that the place had ever been lived in is the furniture that had clearly been procured by someone of great means, though one lacking any critical eye or desire for design. He sees framed posters of some real red flag movies near a large TV and some sports trophies lined on a shelf. Brock can’t help but wonder what could cause someone to leave such personal artifacts behind and feels a chill in the air.

He wanders away from the entrance to stand at the large windows, his phone ringing as he takes in the view of his town. Answering without checking the ID he hears a man’s voice he doesn’t recognize. Though he knows this must be the mystery realtor on the line, “How do you like the place Brock?” he begins to reply before being cut off by Lucas, “Have you seen the view yet, it’s quite something else.”

Brock feels something flicker through his mind as he gazes at the city blocks around him, below him. His eyes briefly catch on his reflection in the glass, though not long enough to see his eyelids droop slightly as he is able to reply, a tad slower than he usually likes to project, “uhh, yeah I know right, how could I not apply to live here? It’s almost too good to be true right?” There is another chill in the air and his body shivers before tensing up, shocking him back to reality and awareness to something strange afoot, “Excuse me actually, I’m so sorry, how did you get my phone number?”

Lucas clicks his tongue and speaks with an almost sickly sweet tone, “Now Brock come now, what can I do to get you to move in today?” Shaking his head in shock Brock is immediately, regardless of the clear sinister air to this man, he really cannot afford to pass up this chance. He clams up as he clambors to express interest, “No I uh! Of course I want the place, just send the lease over so I can read through it.” There is a real weight to Lucas’ words as Brock hears them, the cloying tone impressing itself on his mind, “Wonderful! That is all I needed to hear!”

It is suddenly dark in the apartment, but wasn’t he looking out the window? He can’t tell if his eyes are open or closed but he cannot see. Brock tries to move his head around to see, to feel anything, he strains his mind reaching for any muscle to flex, any tendon to pull, limbs to controt. He loses track of time and reality as he sits in the darkness, trying to grasp anything beyond his own consciousness, unable to affect anything. He feels his right hand move in a familiar way then he feels a warmth, almost a burning, completely engulfs it. He can almost see the shine of a smile, stark perfectly lined teeth that seem eerily inhuman and suddenly there is once more light. He gasps, coughs, and spits up over himself. Immediately grateful that he can feel anything at all. After feeling his body, and seeing the world almost entirely like it was before he lost consciousness, besides a copy of some contract with his name signed at the bottom.

He takes deep breaths feeling his lungs stretch and he starts to read whatever he has gotten himself into in that stupor. He reads the first few lines before he loses where he was on the page. Going again he finds his eyes suddenly dry, doing an uncharacteristically heavy blink that he can’t quite recall ever doing before and as he wonders this he again forgets his work on the contract. He slams his hand on the thigh in a rare show of aggression and gives it one last go. Brock makes even less progress this time as he is almost immediately overcome by a headache. As soon as he looks away from the sheet though, it disappears.

Brock groans as he feels himself starting to lose control of his senses before he hears his stomach grumble, and he finds a purpose he can immediately resolve. He starts to the fridge, clearly something has happened, an episode or something, he can figure it out later, he just needs food in his stomach now. He doesn’t stop to realize that there should be no food in the fridge since no one’s been living there. Though he finds there is no need as in the fridge, under a note labeled: “To Help Moving In -Lucas,” Brock sees at least a week of prepped meals. The thought that this is bizarre beyond imagination, as well as the concern at his missing time, is immediately pushed from his mind as his stomach rumbles once more, his mouth watering as he sees his soon-to-be dinner.

Brock swiftly heats it up and begins to scarf it down, throwing something on the paying no mind or care to the thought that he’s using the account of whomever the previous tenant was. He quickly scans through seeing a handful of shows and movies that he wasn’t quite interested in before stumbling on a reality show he was watching with his Ex. He grimaces and almost loses his appetite as he thinks about his boyfriend for the first time in what feels like forever. He sets his meal down on the coffee table and crashes down onto the couch. He continues to stew in ire at his ex, palming his crotch as his feelings become more passionate. He rolls his eyes in irritation at himself and that jerk, he’s not going to masturbate to that asshole.

He reclines in the couch and hears the sound of paper shifting in the cushions, pulling it out he finds a crusted magazine lodged in the couch. What can he do besides shout “what the fuck” and toss it across the room. How could they have possibly missed that in their cleaning? Brock’s eyes shift across the room suspiciously, though he notices nothing amiss as the room is illuminated by only the television. He looks at his hand that grabbed the porn and blushes, wanting to joke about the absurdity to calm himself down. Though his body makes its priorities known once more as his cock pulses and he looks past to see the magazine once more. He did want to masturbate to anyone besides his ex right?

He shuffles to pick it up, the discomfort and anxiety from handling something covered in a total strangers cum only heightens his pleasure as he sits back down. He grimaces as he sees this is a real hetero-bullshit magazine, he quickly flips through to find something he can work with. His cock keeps demanding his attention as he flips through, almost impatiently pulsing as if to suggest he doesn’t need the magazine at all, just give it your attention. Though soon enough he finds an ad for some protein powder made to emasculate the reader into buying, that almost immediately helps him lose control.

Soon after he once more fades from consciousness, his cum joining the plethora of other stains in the magazine as he tosses it behind the couch. He finds himself in a darkness that this time feels almost familiar and pleasurable. He once more feels his hand, this time though it is wet and warm. He feels it scratching in briefs that are too tight, through pubes that are too thick. He hears snoring breaking through the silence of his sleep, but that can’t be right? He would know if he snores, surely that fucker of a boyfriend would have complained. He feels his head grow warm as if he’s got a fever, though he knows it is a rage. He feels his hand feel even tighter in his briefs as his cock begins to grow in them. He continues to think of every slight his ex made, every shortcoming he was made needlessly aware of, and of how much better things are going to be now.

The heat shifts from his mind through his whole body and as light begins to break through the windows. That is not what wakes him up though, rather it is the heavy scent coming from his now sweat stained clothes. He rolls off the couch onto his face, quickly removing his hand from his briefs to catch himself, landing the stinking hand too close to his face to not smell just how loud his underwear smells. He feels his clothes sit weird on his body as he starts to rise, while his shirt just feels like it’s hanging weird, surely from the sweat, it is impossible to not see how strained his underwear is. He groans as he feels them pull strangely before he just discards them and makes his way to the bathroom.

His eyes immediately latch onto his now exposed crotch, he does a double take as he notices that it seems distinctly larger. He also would have sworn that he shaved his pubes far more recently than it seems. He scratches through them, blushing as he sees dried cum flake off curls that are longer and thicker than he ever remembers them begin. Rather than hoping in the shower like any reasonable person would do he instead tosses on some boxers, not questioning why clothing that isn’t his would just be lying out, or why he would ever put them on. Instead choosing to focus on how right wearing them feels. He pulls them tight and turns wanting to see just how his ass and bulge fill them out, though is waylaid as his shirt blocks the view.

He sneers as he takes off the sweat-stained shirt and tosses it to the floor, stretching high as his reeking body feels the air on his skin. He smiles in shock as he sees the body he has now exposed, he sees hair spreading across his stomach and torso and sweat dripping off of pits that were sure to stain every shirt he is to wear from now on. Beyond that he feels a body that is indisputably powerful, where there wasn’t even fat on his body before there was now muscle accompanied with weight in all the right places. His eyes then trail down to see the weightiest part of him by far as it bulges even lower in his boxers.

He feels an urge to move, to flex, to stretch, fill him as he hungrily takes in every new change in his body. His eyes trace their way past muscles contorting to land on his face, seeing a jaw that could certainly do with a shave. He sees his eager grin begin to turn into a cocky sneer as he begins to stretch once more, trying to will his torso even longer, trying to force his body even taller. His voice grows even deeper to his barely-aware ears as he closes his eyes to stretch, not seeing his throat force itself thicker and longer. There is once again a flicker in his mind as Brock is in darkness once more. Where there was once discomfort and fear there is now only hunger and an eagerness to grow even more.

He feels an itch burn across his body. He feels his hands dig deep into his pits scratching as hair grows thick enough to hold an odor that would never dissipate. He smells as even in this dreamstate he raises his hands to his nose to give them a post-scratch whiff. He feels the same itch cry out from his chest and pubes, from his lower back and his ass. He feels himself move his jaw as it squares up, a rumble in his throat as he feels his groans grow even deeper. He feels his mind thicken and slow as his muscles flex in his sleep. His arms do rep after unconscious rep as he feels biceps that should not be rub against a chest that has never been there before.

Finally he wakes one last time, his hand as it apparently always is, shoved in his pants, once more barely fitting despite wearing the spacier boxers. Brock blearily looks to see lines of takeout containers covering his coffee table. He scratches his beard using the hand from his crotch and he deeply inhales, two birds one stone after all. He sets out to get started with his day, tossing over in his head if he should masterbate again or not, a stain from a wet dream clearly showing through his boxers. Instead he throws Drake on his speakers and starts getting an early workout in, seeing to every part of his body getting a pump as he feels the hunger in his crotch grow only more urgent.

Going about this workout Brock feels totally at home in this apartment. After all he’s lived here for? Uh? His mind empties as he looks around and sees weeks of piled up detritus and filth. He sees dirty clothes and cum stains on his couch. Looking past them there are his American Psycho and Fight Club posters, discarded underwear hanging off the latter, as well as the trophies he distinctly remembers winning back in college wrestling. He smirks and flexes tilting his head to sniff his pit. Beyond feeling at home in his apartment he also feels unequivocally at home in this, in his body, duh. He jumps to his feet with ease, his stomach rumbling as he once more goes to meet a basal need.

Throwing some of his favorite protein powder in a blender with some milk and eggs he hears his phone go off. There are a string of messages from some bitch asking him to come back and for the life in him Brock can’t remember who that little fucker is? Hearing his shake finish blending he stares at the profile picture of whoever this twink is as he starts to down it, wiping his lips on his sweaty arm as needed. The twink he doesn’t know calls him Brock and his eye twitches, ugh. Why is this dude calling him by his, uh? Is that his middle name? Or no he was Brock right?

He finishes the shake, tossing the blender onto the pile of dishes in the sink and his mind finds itself deeply conflicted. As ever though, his body is more than happy to assuage him, the phone vibrates once more and his cock begins to bring him clarity, demanding his attention once more. Brock’s a little bitch name. He smirks as he looks around at his sty of an apartment, not remembering how neat it once was. Peeking from under a particularly dirty dish there’s a contract that he remembers that he meant to have a look at.

Bringing it to his face however he simply can’t find the motivation to even start. Why worry about this when he can masturbate, or fuck maybe he can get that whiny bitch to come over? His eyes trail to the end of the paper and see his signature, written clear as day “Adam.” He guffaws at this, god how stupid can you be, he basically forgot his own name after that twink called him uh, whatever that bitch name was. He feels his crotch grow tight again, that is kinda hot though? He moans to himself, pawing at his crotch and texts whoever this man is his address and to come ready to fuck. Adam feels no real attachment to whoever it is, nor should he, a hole is a hole after all. Saying that thought he can’t help but feel this hole is due to be taught a lesson.

If you enjoyed this I also recommend @fredwkong's The Voice in Your Head which explores a similar idea in quite a unique and captivating way!

#male tf #mental change #masculinization #muscle tf #jockification #reality change #musk tf

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griseldagimpel · 6 months

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How to Punish Democrats in the United States for Being Pro-Genocide

I've seen a lot of posts about abandoning the Democratic party. (Because, really, is Be Anti-Genocide really that much of a fucking ask??)

And I've seen a lot of posts about how not voting Democrat means the Republicans will win, which means we'll end up with politicians that are both pro-genocide and a bunch of other awful shit. (Yep. This is true.)

But I haven't seen a lot of posts going around about other things people could do, especially with primaries literally being next year in which the entire House of Representatives and a third of the Senate are up for re-election.

For those not familiar with primaries, they are elections that take place before the general election and are the mechanism for how the general election candidate for a political party is selected. So a primary won't be Democrat vs Republican, it'll be Democrat vs Democrat or Republican vs Republican.

To start, yes, a lot of the below require a lot of time and effort. Yeah, the reality is is that the world's a shitty place because people who want to change it are struggling to exist under late stage capitalism. If there's something on this list you can't do, that's fine. What can you do?

This post is mostly not going to focus on Biden. He's not the sum total of the Democratic party, and if more of the party was against him, he'd have a harder time getting traction. That said, if you do have a presidential primary with him on the ballot, you should absolutely vote against him, just on principle.

Depending on the state, you may need to be a registered member of the Democratic Party to vote in the Democratic Party Primary. And, look, registering as a Democrat doesn't mean you have a legal obligation to vote for a Democratic candidate in the general election. There's no loyalty pledge you have to sign that says you agree with every single position the Democratic Party holds. There's not a membership fee. Literally, all it does is mean that your little voting card says you're a Democrat, which establishes that you want to have a say in how the Democratic Party is run. That's it.

Alright, first step. Who are your two Senators and one House Representative? Here's a link to find that information: https://www.usa.gov/elected-officials

Second step: Are your elected officials Democrats? (Or Independents that caucus with the Democrats?) And are they pro-Genocide?

If they're a Republican, than your goal is to elect an anti-Genocide Democrat. (Or anti-Genocide Independent who'll caucus with the Democrats. Same difference. I'm just going to use "Democrat" from here on out, and you can substitute in "Independent" if it applies.) You still care about primaries, though. It's just that in the General election, the Republican candidate will be incumbent rather than the challenger.

If they're a anti-Genocide Democrat, send them a letter telling them you appreciate their position, and most of the rest of this post doesn't apply to you.

If they're a pro-Genocide Democrat, is there someone running against them in the primary? https://ballotpedia.org/ is a great resource here.

If they've got a primary challenger, is their primary challenger anti-Genocide? If they are, write them and tell them you appreciate their position. Then write to the incumbent and tell them that them being pro-Genocide is why you aren't voting for them in the primary. If the primary challenger is pro-Genocide or doesn't have a stated position, write to them and try to get them to adopt an anti-Genocide position. Pay attention to town hall events, and don't hesitate to contact the campaign. Primaries don't get a lot of attention, so if you can get a primary challenger to switch positions, there's not a big risk of blow back for them doing so. (In a general election, switching positions can get a candidate labeled a flip-flop, so keep that in mind.)

If there's not a primary challenger or if you need a better primary challenger, who in your community can run as one? Check with your local leftist organizations. Check deadlines and requirements to get a candidate on the ballot. It usually requires getting a certain number of signatures on a petition from people in your area.

Now that you've got an anti-Genocide primary challenger, consider volunteering for their campaign. And, something to keep in mind, turn out for primaries tends to be low, and the smaller the population size of the district, the lower that number will be. It may only take a few hundred votes to swing a primary election, if you've got a smaller district.

While all this is going on, you will no doubt be flooded with messages from Democratic candidates begging for money. For each, check their position. If they're pro-Genocide, don't give them money and then call, email, or write them telling them that their pro-Genocide position is why they aren't getting money. If they're anti-Genocide, and you can afford it, give them a bit of money. Yeah, in the bigger elections, there's ridiculous amounts of money in play, but a primary challenger might not necessarily be rolling in it.

Finally, vote in the primaries.

#politics #elections #primary elections #long post #israel palestine conflict #vote these fuckers out

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virgo-dream · 11 months

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One of Their Own 🏳️‍🌈✨

dreamling / queer joy / fluff / first kiss / 3,6k words

summary: Hob Gadling invites Dream to a meeting of the uni's queer clubs at the New Inn. Dream learns more about his own gender identity, and that he's very much in love with his best friend.

author’s note: this fic, this pairing and this fandom all mean the world to me, so I thought it was fitting to bring it back for pride month!

I’m incredibly thankful for finding Sandman when I did. Since joining this fandom, I’ve made wonderful friends and became part of a community of bright, kind, loving and loyal queer people that I would not trade for anything. I’ve learned more about my community and about myself, and I wave my ace/agender flag proudly now. This fic was written in a moment in my life where I felt hopeless and alone. Now, things couldn’t be more different. Happy pride sandfam! 🏳️‍🌈✨

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Dream doesn’t get it at first. He never really did get it, but only attributed it to the need humanity had for labels, for packing things into boxes and saying this goes here and that goes there. Sometimes, it leads to this goes to heaven and you go to hell. It seemed to be a very common one, too. He was beyond that; his name said it all, Dream was endless. Not he nor she, not man nor creature, he was all there was to be and the nothingness beyond it. Gender and sexuality need not apply.

Still, it meant so much to Hob, that he’d have dreams about it. Nightmares too, for nights on end, and even if Dream begged Hob to allow him to take them away, Hob always declined, always braving through them. “If you take them, I’ll forget how much it all means. I’ll forget why I’m still fighting.”

They sat at the New Inn one afternoon, while Hob graded papers and Dream had a cup of chamomile tea, but his eyes couldn’t help but focus on a shiny pin on Hob’s jumper shaped like a flag, the shades of pink, purple and blue a spot of proud colour in Hob’s otherwise earthy colour palette.

“It’s the bisexual pride flag.”

“Hm?” Dream’s eyes darted up to meet Hob’s, tilting his head slightly. He wasn’t sure if he should feel bad for being caught, because he wasn’t sure what he was looking at in the first place.

“The pin. I wear it for my students, but also for myself. The kids feel safer I guess, knowing they have at least one of their own in the faculty. Can’t say it doesn’t make me feel good too.”

Hob has a particular tone to his voice that makes Dream’s heart sing in tune to its melody. It’s a fuller sense of self, maybe more than Dream ever had in regards to his own identity. “…one of their own?”

“Oh, I– Sorry, those are pretty recent.” Hob straightened himself up (ha) on the chair, his lecturing posture taking over. Dream liked when he did that. He liked to hear Hob speak of things he had deep knowledge of and passion for. “This one was created in 1988 by a queer activist called Michael Page. Had the pleasure of being there when it was first unveiled, but clearly it took a long time until I was able to wear something like this out in public and not be decked by some bloody homophobe.”

It was starting to sink in.

“…I’m afraid I was not present for these developments.” Dream saw the look on Hob’s face, like he was ready to apologise. He raised a hand to stop him, waving his concern away. “As far as I can remember, queer was not a form of self identification, but only a way to shun out those outside the established norm.”

“Ah, yes. We reclaimed it, though. Or are reclaiming it. The 80s were crazy. All of them were, for me.” Hob smiled at Dream, at their shared secret and at their years of now reestablished friendship.

“I think you’re lonely.”

Could it have been….? Could he have meant…?

“What does it mean for you, then?” Dream asks in a way he hopes sounds inconspicuous, pointing at the pin. He was hesitant to ask, afraid to be getting it all wrong.

“For me? It means I love whoever I love. Man, woman, either or neither.”

The pride coming from Hob’s words filled Dream with hope, something he had not felt in a long, long time. The look in his face then shifted onto something else, something he didn’t quite understand. “…what about you? That is, if you’re okay with talking about that. I don’t want to overstep. Last thing I want is for you to walk out–”

“I won’t, Hob.” Dream knew Hob had reason for feeling that way. “I don’t believe the terminology you have could define my experience. I have laid with mortals and gods alike, and have worn many faces and names. It is beyond human comprehension.”

Hob seems to take a moment to think about what he’d just heard. Dream feels like he might have thrown too much at his human friend. “…I think I get it. But, and tell me to bugger off I’m wrong, do you prefer to be a particular way? To be with a particular sort of being?”

Dream. Didn’t have an answer.

He never thought of what he preferred. He’d never felt in need of any sort of outside validation, but. That was a lie. He needed it. He just never cared to look for it.

Hob’s smile was what broke him out of the spell of his own self doubt. “It’s okay if you don’t have an answer. It takes people a long time to get it, it took me nearly 600 years! Ah! You know what? I’ve got an idea–” He reached inside his brown messenger bag, pulling out a colourful piece of paper, handing it over to Dream. A pamphlet for a meeting. “We’re having a meeting for the uni’s LGBT clubs here at the Inn. I want this to be a safe space for the kids, and to get them to connect with other folks in the community, share their experiences. It’s tomorrow, and I’d love it if you could make it. I’m sure they would too.”

Dream took the pamphlet in hands, looking at the bright colours and bold fonts, taking in every bit of information Hob was giving him and trying to fill in the gaps of the questions he wouldn’t dare ask. After a moment, he looked up at Hob, allowing himself a small smile. “I shall be in attendance, then.”

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Dream stood outside the New Inn, hands tucked safely inside the pockets of his coat jacket. He watched as groups of young adults arrived, greeting each other cheerfully. The hair colours and outfits reminded him of his sister, Delirium, but they all seemed to be more in line with her previous self; delighted to be there, happy to meet their friends. A flag danced in the light summer breeze on a pole next to the window, the stripes of colours brightening up the already lively scene. A rainbow, Hob had told him the day before, was the most recognizable symbol of the queer community. It now was accompanied by stripes of light pink and blue, white, black and brown. Dream enjoyed good symbolism, and he could feel the meaning of those colours to all who were present from their daydreams alone.

He, however, still felt like an outsider. Like he wasn't really meant to be there, save for Hob's generous invite. Dream was not defined by the same standards humanity aligned itself with; in fact, he wasn't defined by anything at all. He was not an individual, but the safe arms in which those dreamers rested every night, the common thread in their hopes, in their restful slumber. It would be silly to think that he'd need to identify as one thing or another, really. He was there for Hob . Because Hob invited him. Because he wanted to know more about the everyday life of his dearest friend. Because he wanted to hear him talk, see him inspire others with his tales, wanted to hear the sound of his voice, the gentle way in which he made people feel welcome, cared for, loved, he wanted–

Dream thought it best to wait it out, at least until most people had already arrived, until he had an idea of just how many young, hopeful minds would be in the vicinity. After escaping the Burgess Manor, Dream was faced with a considerable raise in the amount of dreamers under his care. He would not admit it to anyone but himself, but at times, it became too much even for him to bear. The idea of willingly walking into a space with so many people was daunting, to say the least. So he waited, watched as the New Inn became packed with dreamers, feeling his palms dampen inside the pockets of his coat.

Taking the first step towards the door was difficult. Pushing it open was even harder. Dream stepped in, careful not to bump into anyone or to even get too close. The sound of the little bell that was supposed to announce his arrival had no effect, as it was overtaken by the sound of chatter inside the Inn. It was better that way, Dream thought. Not having Hob rush to greet him. That way he could take a moment to adjust to his surroundings, maybe even blend in, become invisible. In hindsight, his usual choice of attire did anything but blend in there. He was a dark little cloud in a sky full of bright colours, like a multi-coloured sunset on a tropical beach. And of course, every sunset had its monarch, shining brightly, commanding the attention. That, of course, was Hob.

"Hello there, kids! Glad to see most of you could make it!" The cheerful, gentle register of Hob's voice filled the room, filtered by the small but potent speaker he'd rented just for the occasion. Dream could hear his voice clearly, and it helped him tune out everything else that wasn't his beloved friend. "This is the first of hopefully many meetings of our beloved Queer Clubs here at my beloved New Inn. I want you all to know this is a safe space for you all no matter what part of the gender and sexuality spectrums you fall on. The only things I won't accept here are discrimination of any kind, and anyone that thinks Lawrence Cheney shouldn't have won season 2 of Drag Race UK. Are we clear on that one?"

Laughter filled the room, and Dream couldn't help but allow his lips a small smile. Hob truly was a marvel. How anyone could shine so brightly was beyond even the dream lord's knowledge, but he was glad to be able to bask in that glow from time to time. He wished he could do it more often.

Hob was saying other things, Dream thought. Instructions on seating arrangements, subjects to be discussed, discounts on food and drinks. All Dream could do was watch as Hob did more than just make everyone feel welcome, but inspired them with hope and joy, a gentle breeze of acceptance, the embrace of a parent, the empathy of an equal. There was much to work with here, much to inspire new dreams. Dreams of comfort and love, of community and pride.

"Dream? You in there, love?"

Hob's voice broke the spell he himself had cast over Dream, who could now see his friend's palm waving in front of his eyes. He'd become lost in thought, it seemed. Dream's nose scrunched up at the interruption, looking at Hob with his usual look of curiosity. There was still much he needed to catch up on when it came to non verbal communication. "Aye. I'm here. Have I not fully manifested my presence?"

Hob chuckled, and his eyes wrinkled at the corners. "Oh, yes. Physically, at least." Dream's brows furrowed in worry, and he was glad Hob was quick enough to notice when something had gone over his head. "Just a joke– hey, I'm glad you could make it. The kids will love meeting you."

"Meeting me? There are far too many people here for you to make introductions. Besides, I know them all, and they all know me. They just do not remember it during waking hours."

This felt like a plausible enough explanation to keep Hob from actually introducing him to everyone in attendance. But Hob was far too optimistic to be dissuaded so easily. "I'm not talking about introducing them to Morpheus. I'd like them to meet my friend, Dream."

"I do not see the difference." He shouldn't say why he couldn't bear the idea of being introduced to so many people. Shouldn't burden Hob with his problems, that wouldn't exist had he just not been captured in the first place. Dream had been good at hiding his discomfort so far, and he'd continue to do so.

…well, maybe he was not so good at it. Not when Hob's eyes so clearly conveyed the worry that had just settled in his heart. It was difficult to deny Hob the truth when his warm, calloused hands took Dream's into his own so carefully, squeezing gently, as if saying you can trust me. I've got you. "It's okay if you'd rather not. I know it can be overwhelming sometimes."

"...thank you." Dream replied with a murmur. Hob gifted him with a smile. It seemed a lot could be said with just the eyes.

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Even if Dream didn't intend on actually joining in on the conversations being held, he was glad to follow Hob along and listen to the discussions. It was amazing seeing just how bright the kids really were: they spoke of justice and equality, of inclusivity, of respect and love, of family and religion and sex and responsibility. It was a wider range of topics than he'd expected, an awareness of self he didn't think humans would ever possess, and now, he was glad to be proven wrong. He listened to their shared experiences, to the kindness in their eyes as they lifted each other up, the melody of their laughter and the bravery in their voices as they spoke of injustices they'd lived. It was fascinating, really.

What Dream was truly surprised to find was that people had, after all, an understanding of self that went beyond just physical. Hob brought him closer to a group of kids who were in a long discussion on gender identity. Some of them felt comfortable with the gender they'd been "assigned with at birth", others did not feel any affinity for it. Some of them had changed their bodies to fit with how they felt on the inside, and Dream couldn't help but feel enormous empathy for them, for the way they had to fight to exist in a body that didn't feel like a trap. It was something Dream always took for granted, until he himself felt the horror of having no agency over himself. The pain they went through to guarantee they'd have the right to live authentically. Dream's body had never been limited to an exclusive physical manifestation; he was as he felt like. Fluid , as one of the bright colour haired people had pointed out while explaining their own experience. They reminded Dream of his own sibling, Desire. Someone else brought up how they didn't particularly feel like they had a gender, and that the language surrounding it didn't particularly bother them. Agender, the girl said proudly. Dream wondered if there was any right or wrong way to declare oneself fluid or agender. Then he realised the tightness in his chest when the thought occurred to him.

"Are you alright?" Once again, Hob's voice brought him back to the Waking. Dream could now feel Hob's hand on his own again, but he wasn't sure what exactly had warranted it.

"Your hands were shaking."

Once again, Dream's physical form betrayed him. It was also clear how the conversation surrounding them had gone quiet, and more eyes than he would have liked had landed on their linked hands. He didn't like being watched. Like that.

"Oh, Mr. G, is this your boyfriend?" one of them asked, teasingly. "Would have never guessed you had a thing for goths!"

"Marissa, stop!" someone else said, poking the girl on the shoulder apprehensively. The next thing they said was soft as a whisper. "They are clearly not feeling well."

They.

Dream had never considered himself as they. But this person, whoever they were, preferred "not to assume" his gender. And the empathy displayed for his discomfort was something he wasn't expecting either. Hob seemed to be about to say something, but Dream was quicker.

"There is no need to worry for my well-being, but I thank you for your kindness." Dream allowed himself to smile once again. These children were going places, he knew it. "You may address me as he , if necessary. I would not oppose her or them either." It felt liberating to say it, and Dream didn't really know why. He did know, however, that he suddenly felt brave. "I am not Professor Gadlen's boyfriend , but I am honoured to call him my dearest, most cherished friend."

Dream looked at Hob, who seemed to be awestruck by his words. It was amusing to see him like that, and it lit something else inside him. This meeting was making Dream experience a range of feelings he'd forgotten about. He showed Hob a smile, and Hob smiled back at him, warm and gentle as ever. Their hands were still linked together. Dream had no intention of letting go. "Ah, yes. This little prick here is indeed my dearest, oldest friend. I did want them to meet you guys. I'm glad I was right about it."

When Hob said it, it made Dream's heart sing.

"...so you're fuckbuddies?"

" Marissa! "

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After a few hours and many, many rounds of different conversations, Hob gathered the group once again, thanking them for coming and congratulating everyone on the success of their first meeting. Dream couldn't help but notice how Hob seemed unable to stop smiling. He could feel the pride and relief radiating off of his tanned skin and kind eyes. Dream wished he could have it all directed at himself, that gentleness.

Hob's boyfriend. Now that would be something.

Dream sat on the booth table behind the bar where he and Hob usually held their meetings and waited for everyone to leave. He wanted some time alone with Hob, even if just to hear what his beloved friend had to say about what he thought of the meeting, just to hear Hob's voice, the only music suited for Dream's ears.

He also had so many new feelings inside himself to explore. Those he could tend to later.

"Hey there, handsome stranger." Hob said as he sat across from Dream on the table, taking Dream's hand in his as if it was just the way they always did things. Maybe it could be. It wouldn't hurt (too much) to hope, would it? "Come here often?"

"Only when I'm in search of an epiphany." Dream couldn't bother to hide the fondness in his own voice, nor the relief he felt to have Hob's hand cradling his own again. "I am impressed, Professor Gadlen. You have gathered a group of exceptionally bright minds. It gives me hope for a better future for humanity."

"Wow Dream, that is… that is really high praise, especially coming from you." Hob seemed flushed, and Dream wondered what else he could do to cause that reaction, to see Hob shy and pretty like that again and again. "I learned a long time ago that I have to build the future I want to live in. But in all honesty… I'm more interested in the present right now."

"Oh, is that so?" Hob's optimism was infectious, it seemed. Dream too could only focus on the present moment. "I am glad to be able to share it with you."

There was a short silence shared between them after that. It was as if neither of them were ready to say whatever it was they clearly needed. Dream tried to take comfort in the feeling of Hob's hand in his, rubbing the back of Hob's hand with his thumb.

His mistake was looking up to meet Hob's eyes.

"There is much I have learned today." Dream decided he'd be the one to break the silence. He'd be the one to take the leap, because he knew Hob had made sure he'd make a safe landing. He knew that no matter what happened, no matter how much he could get hurt, he was safe. He could trust Hob with his heart, even if there was a chance that he would break it. "I often make the mistake of thinking there is nothing more to my existence than what I have already discovered. I contain all conscious minds throughout the universe, their lives, hopes and dreams. Yet, I forget that the tales of others cannot substitute one's own experience, only enlighten it."

Hob listened to Dream's words attentively. He looked anxious, but would not interrupt. Dream knew he wouldn't. He knew how much Hob cherished the moments where Dream felt ready to share something new. "Today, you have once more shown me there is much I have to learn. For that, I am grateful, Hob Gadling.”

How could Dream not fall in love with someone that treated him like he was the moon? How could the moon not love the sun?

"I'm grateful for you too, you know. The kids loved you. I'm sure I'll be getting asked about you for the rest of the semester. Maybe even longer." Hob's eyes were so fond it made Dream want to cry.

"And how would you like to answer their inquiries?"

"What do you mean?"

"Would you like to tell them of your dearest, oldest friend…" Dream leaned in, bringing Hob's hand to his own cheek. He pressed a soft kiss to Hob's palm, and watched as Hob's eyes followed his every move. There was no turning back from this. "...or would you prefer to tell them about your lover, Hob?"

For a moment, time stopped. Their eyes met, and before Dream could get anxious or regret his words, Hob was already standing and leaning over the table, locking their lips together.

Dream thought he'd heard the sound of people cheering outside one of the windows of the New Inn. Hob would certainly be getting many questions from his students come next monday.

#virgo dream writes #dreamling #the sandman #dream of the endless #morpheus #hob gadling #dream x Hob #Morpheus x Hob #pride fic #dreamling fic #the sandman fic #remember when I used to write?

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peachymilkandcream · 7 months

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Levi sneaks aphrodisiacs in her food. After sometime she starts feeling needy for him but doesn't understand why. She feels very guilty and ashamed for feeling that way about him. She tries very hard to control herself but can't take it anymore and begs Levi to fuck her. Levi fucks her infront of a mirror, making her watch how much she is enjoying it. He also manipulates and gaslights her during it, telling her that she secretly wants him but is too stubborn to admit it. After the deed is done, she feels very guilty but his words start getting to her, and she thinks maybe he is right. That makes her feel even worse.

Levi x Evelyn -> Submit To Me

(A/N: This, this right here, yes yes yes)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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Levi thoroughly read the label of the bottle he had bought, he wanted to be sure there would be no accidents or side effects that could hurt her. Satisfied when there was none, he promptly dosed it out and poured it over her food, then waiting at their table of two for her. She was required to sit with him for all of the meals he was present for, always prim and proper with recently applied makeup. He was the lord of his home and she would treat him as such.

Soon Evelyn came in and took her seat, but she didn't dare to eat before he did. She knew the punishment would be a swift beating and then going to bed hungry. Although some nights he admits he didn't have to make her go all night without eating simply because he got busy and forgot to.

"Good evening Evelyn, you look lovely tonight." He picked up his fork and started eating, she did in fact look lovely. She always did to him.

Evelyn follows suit, muttering a simple. "Thank you Levi."

He tried to eat, he did, he would need the energy, but he was more focused on watching her to make sure she had every single bite.

Eventually he just gave up, tossing his fork onto his plate. "I'm not hungry. Continue without me, I'll be upstairs. "

Evelyn starts to rise to follow but he motions for her just to sit. "Relax, finish your meal, I don't need to fuck you right now." Without another word he leaves the room, silently hoping all goes well.

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Evelyn tried to get comfortable, she was reading downstairs, avoiding going up to Levi for as long as possible. The separation actually kind of enjoyable. What she couldn't place though is why no matter what she did she felt uncomfortable, she felt too warm, the press of her thighs together too sensitive. Heat pooled in her core, and she couldn't stop her thoughts from wandering. Thoughts of previous nights spent with Levi, of how his body looked, but as quickly as the thoughts came she cursed them. This man was her abuser, he hurt her time and time again, thinking of those moments of abuse with longing was disgusting.

When she finally went upstairs to meet him he was undressing for his bath, she willed herself not to look at his body. A pang of desire licked up her thighs regardless, but she couldn't just give into these terrible needs. She doesn't understand it, she's never felt this before, she's never wanted him like this before.

Even after he goes into the bath she feels the need for him, shamefully resorting to touching herself. But it didn't feel good, it didn't feel like enough, she never knew how to touch herself properly, and all it did was make her want him more.

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By the time midnight rolled around she couldn't take it anymore, the curve of him into her back, the press of his dick into her ass, it just made it worse and worse. The fire was burning, she needed him, she just needed him to stop it for once.

Slowly she shakes him awake. "Levi...?"

He rolls over with a groan, his grip tightening on her. "What is it? What do you want?"

She hesitates, unsure of how to say it. "I...I need you..."

"You what?" The darkness hides his devilish grin. "what do you need?"

"I don't know what it is- I'm so- I'm so turned on right now and I need you- please just fuck me- please-"

Levi doesn't say much until he gets up, grabbing matches and lighting a few candles. She can't see much of what he's doing until he slides a full length mirror to the front of the bed, she looks at herself in the mirror, surprised to see her curious yet aroused expression.

"What's this for-?"

He comes back to the bed and sits behind her, look at her through the mirror. "I want you to watch. Watch as I fuck you and you like it."He pulls her to her hands and knees, crouching behind her.

Pleasure explodes in her as he pushes a finger into her dripping pussy, "My you really were ready for me..." He pulls his finger out and puts it fully in his mouth all at once, eyes rolling back. "Fuck you taste so sweet..."

She whines. "I need more, please Levi..."

Levi raises a brow before pushing his full length into her, making her writhe and moan under his strong body. "There you go, watch me, you like it, you know you like it, you know all you want is to be fucked senseless by your husband, you're just too stubborn. And while I love your fire and spark, you're just hurting yourself by denying what it is you want..."

Her mind is half drunk on pleasure. "What is it I want.."

"To be dominated body and soul, to submit to your husband and be nothing but the bearer of my children, my personal toy to fuck. You want to be held like this every night and pounded senseless." His hips slam into hers, making her breasts sway and bounce, the sight is so vulgar she starts to lower her head, but he grabs he chin and makes her look back at herself. "I said watch."

Evelyn watches herself, each thrust making her mind numb with pleasure. She just needed to cum so bad, the thought made her squeeze around him.

"Tell me, tell me it feels good, tell me you like it."

"I love it Levi- I love it- please don't stop-"

Levi growls in his throat, pulling her back towards him harder. "Good girl, just take it. Let go of that pride of yours and just accept it, accept that only I can make you feel good. Does my sweet girl want to cum?"

She nods her head, throat dry from moaning. "Mm- yes Levi-"

"Then be good and cum for me like the needy bitch you are." He slams into her hard, throwing her over the edge as they both climax together.

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Levi smiles at Evelyn after he cleans them both up, kissing her forehead before getting under the covers with her. "Good night my sweet."

Even after he rolls over and his breathing evens out Evelyn remains awake. In her mind she replays the events and his words. The heat had finally died down but his words stuck with her. She didn't know what it was that caused her to have such a reaction, maybe it really was him. Maybe she really did desire him and it was just her being stubborn. That alone made her stomach churn, she was confused as to whether or not she should be hating him or if it was all in her head. The thought kept her up late into the night.

#attack on titan #break me slowly #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x oc #levi x reader #shingeki no kyojin #yandere levi #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi x reader #oneshot requests

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black-lake · 1 year

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birth chart red flags?

who's red flags tho? my red flags can be someone’s green flags. I try to avoid answering these questions because for one I dislike putting people in a box and seeing things as either bad or good in astrology. It's always both. some of the perceived best aspects can be used in the worst ways and some of the labeled bad can be life changing and admirable.

thus I can only speak from personal experience, with ppl that I met, which isn't enough to make any conclusions at all because I also meet others with the same placement that embody the positive side of it, this is just when others use it in an immature way. also most of my red flags are related to lying cuz I'm a bs detector lol.

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birth chart red flags

there are some signs that I like in women but not men, like libra sun/moon, scorpio moon, and pisces moon men (can still apply to all). if they don't know their worth or how to deal with this energy they can be emotionally manipulative, liars and have weak egos, constantly looking for attention and validation even if it takes hurting someone or deceiving them. I get a bit wary of too much libra or venus aspects in men, unless they have earth or fire placements to balance it out. their masculine chasing approach contradicts the receiving feminine energy of venus and they may go about it in a toxic way.

moon conjunct/opposite neptune especially if the moon is in an air or water sign. again, lying and faking things may be a habit here. I noticed they pick it up when young as a way to escape punishment and get validation from their mom or parental figure. moon and neptune conjoining clouds the native's vision, seeing themselves how they like or how others like, kinda delusional and low key believe their lies. they're easily deceived by others that show them fake love but ignore the ones that tell them the truth. they deny or refuse to take accountability for the mistakes they make and take the truth as a personal attack.

personal planets in the 7th house, (i see them as tarot cards reversed), especially sun/moon/mercury/mars, being too influenced by other people's opinions, putting on a mask and pleasing others too much. you don't know if they're genuine or talking shit behind your back. indecisiveness when making decisions and changing their minds too much. can be cheaters and manipulators because they're needy. they can be copycats doing what is wanted to be seen not what they themselves like.

chiron in the 1st, 3rd, 7th, 10th, 11th house. it's actually sad because it's a challenge for these people to express themselves. they have wounds relating to how others see them or judge them so they may hide and put on a mask. even though I have this, I become a bit hesitant when I see it in a chart because they can either be empowered healers or need to be healed first.

moon conjunct/opposite mars, or in aries, especially in a fire or water sign. they may have anger issues, be explosive, aggressive and selfish. too stubborn to admit they're wrong. they may even use violence and impulsively hurt others.

moon conjunct/opposite pluto can be explosive too, hide their emotions, be jealous and vengeful, can hurt others if they act on their emotions and refuse to forgive and heal. pluto conjunct/opposite personal planets and ascendant are aspects I pay close attention to as well, can show behaviors like being too controlling, demanding, aggressive and manipulative.

scorpio stelliums, even though one of my fav signs, you never know what you'll get with them. they're just too unpredictable and secretive so you gotta step up your analytical skills and figure out whether they care for you or are plotting against you. it's an adventure that can get you destroyed so gl.

these are a few I remembered. but most importantly I never focus on one aspect that has been labeled bad and judge based on it. I look at the whole chart, take all those links between the planets, all that magic happening in the skies to form this unique chart, mix them together, see how they balance each other and what magical formula comes from it, that's the beauty of astrology. I just put my observations on the back of my mind and let the person present themselves, that's what gives me real life facts.

#astrology #red flags #zodiac signs #libra #scopio #aries #pisces #pluto #chiron #moon #mars #libra moon #scorpio moon #moon conjunct neptune #neptune #7th house #moon conjunct pluto #moon conjunct mars

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lumilasi · 2 months

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In relation to the snow witch/cat lesbian duo, here are the said witch's dads. The first one, Marcus is AGES OLD character I've had for a decade that I still love a lot, and I actually didn't change his design from the old one almost at all? I simply drew him better now, thanks to having my drawing skills improve at least somewhat in the past decade.

Lethas is an amalgamation of an entire family of old dragonic deity characters squished together. I'll draw his dragon form sometime later.

...The font I'm using is kinda not matching for the fantasy vibe, but I really didn't feel like doing graphic design so to speak rn lmao

Fun Facts below:

Marcus is a Romanian noble in heritage, though local villagers rarely see him, and think of their count as bit of a weird hermit. Pleasant and polite enough, but odd.

Marcus doesn't have human staff, he uses his powerful ice magic to create icy entities that act as servants.

Marcus' Patron Deity is Jack Frost

Irina was abandoned at his doorstep as a toddler, and he was initially hesitant in taking her in, but saw potential in her already strong magic, and was admittedly kind of lonely living there alone

He and Lethas are in a mostly platonic, non-sexual relationship, but they do come off like an old married couple that bicker constantly, and clearly have a very strong emotional bond between one another.

Marcus is gay (and basically anyone who meets him can tell he's not straight, there's no way lol) and Lethas basically has no sexual/romantic drive whatsoever given the way his kind are born. (So he's Aro-ace if you apply human labels)

They started out as rivals, but overtime kind of become each other's only company (up until Irina showed up)

Lethas was actually frozen as a statue in dragon form in front of the Vasile castle for almost fifty years, and was released accidentally by Irina when she was 8.

She thought he was going to eat her dad, only to see the two start bickering and head inside for tea, as if him being frozen by Marcus for five whole decades wasn't unusual. (It was an accident, Marcus actually thought he'd accidentally killed Lethas and was relieved to find out that wasn't the case, even if he doesn't show it openly)

Lethas is a soul dragon, a being born from the lost souls of dead warriors perished in wars. All his weapons are formed from soul fire.

Lethas was born sometime around the age of the roman empire, though can't remember exactly when. Marcus is couple hundred years old, but he did spend about half of it on ice literally, hence he actually appears younger than he should. (Long story, he met Lethas because the dragon released him from ice accidentally)

Lethas breathes fire like average dragons, though his soul fire is immensely powerful and can't be put out in any other way, except essentially powerful exorcism magic or a soul eater's devouring of it.

Lethas immediately took into his role as the more strict and responsible dad, the first thing he did when waking up was to pick Irina up in his dragonic form and place her gently on the balcony of her room, patting her head, before turning around to bitch at Marcus.

The swirly pattern on Lethas' cloak doesn't just glow in soul form, but they move and swirl around too.

Split hair and coloring with Lethas symbolizes the duality of life in all its forms; life and death, sky and earth, fire and water, war and peace, etc. or that's what Lethas likes to claim anyway. Marcus suspects he just thinks it looks cool.

Marcus' coat turns into hues of blue and white when he fully activates his powers. The snowflake/star design on it is actually the center of the Warlock sect symbol for this world's Arcane Council (body that governs primary magic users, I.E beings whose main thing is magic, rather than the magic being result of being some sort of mythical being)

Technically, you're not supposed to remove parts of the symbol if you wish to utilize it, but Marcus didn't like the hostile looking spiky eyes surrounding the central star pattern, so he didn't include them + made the colors more to his taste.

#artists on tumblr #oc illustration #oc reference #dragon #warlock #lumi's art scribbles #lumi's chaotic creations #Night city parlor #The mage and the mobster #Marcus Vasile #Soul Dragon Lethas #my oc #old oc revamp

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lieutenantfloyd · 2 years

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SFW Relationship headcanons : P.Mitchell

Requested?: Yes and no

Warnings: Mentions of lying and a brief mention of death

Words: 1650

note: I have now entered a bit of a Maverick phase. I fully blame a select few gifs (one of which is below) and that one scene in the beginning of TG: Maverick where he calls the jet sweetheart. They knew exactly what they were doing with that scene.

This is written using gender neutral terms.

a- asking (Who's the first person to confess and how does it happen?)

Mav would be quite upfront about his feelings from the beginning. However, I picture him having a mutual confession with his s/o while doing something they both enjoy.

B - Butterflies (How they act when they're nervous.)

On the rare occasion that our favorite dare devil is gets nervous, he's somehow still as charming as ever. He'll stand off to the side with his hands in his pockets, shuffling from foot to foot. Occasionally scratching the back of his neck or pulling at his shirt collar.

c- cuddles (What is their favourite cuddling position? Do they like physical touch?)

Before you two got together, he wasn't against physical touch, per say, he just didn't get the hype. Once you started initiating it though? You practically have to peel him off you. He's not particularly picky when it comes to a position. Big spoon, Little spoon, an arm around his waist while you walk, him varying his head in your hair while you cook... He’s down for it all.

d- domesticity (Are they the type to settle down with you? Are they willing to help with chores? What is your daily routine with them?)

This all depends on how you define "settling down".

A lifelong commitment of love between two adults which may or may not see you two walking down the aisle? Sign him up.

A house in the suburbs, church bake sales, and PTA meetings however? That’s his personal version of hell.

In every area of his life he’s horribly restless and avoids anything that could be routine and predicable like its the plague. This has led to several potential partners to label him a commitment-phobe, which actually couldn't be further from the truth. Once he’s with you, this man is your absolute ride or die, and If you're anything like him, that die might become a bit more literal if you aren't careful. Don't hesitate to tug his reins a bit and drag him back down to earth, just don't expect him to remain there for too long.

e- encouragement (Do they encourage you to achieve your goals? If so, how do they support you?)

When I said he's your ride or die, it applies to all areas of your relationship. Once you two are together, your goals and achievements are his goals and achievements, and vice versa. Mav is an absolute force of nature, so once he’s cheering you on, you can expect to be very successful in all areas.

f- favourite thing(s) about you (What are their favourite personality traits/physical features about you?)

Personality: He loves your lust for life and your ability to role with the punches. He frequently comes to you with a variety of spontaneous ideas and would love it if you even just gave him the time of day (or night). If you actually enthuse him, or better yet bring your own ideas to him? He’s taking you ring shopping wherever you two land.

Physical: I swear this isn't a knock at his stature, but i really feel like Mav would love a tall partner. There’s something about long legs that he just finds *chef kiss*. Also, If he happens to come across the snacks you hid on the top shelf, he’s going to go all pouty for minimum of 6 hours. Its oddly adorable, and not just because he’s a little on the small side.

g- goofiness (Do they like to make you laugh? How often do they joke around with you?)

Despite his ego, he's not afraid to laugh and frankly becomes uncomfortable when things get really serious.

h- honesty (Would they lie to you? How much do they share with you?)

This is his biggest red flag.

Due to his somewhat controversial personality, he’s developed a bit of a lying habit to avoid as much friction as possible. This eventually leads to him telling little white lies about extremely trivial things.

Has he seen your baseball cap? Of course not. He totally didn’t take it yesterday to keep the sun out of his eyes while he worked in the hanger.

And if the lie could protect you, evenly a minuscule amount? He’s doing it. No hesitation.

Its a slow process, but he’s getting better at being truthful.

i- impression (What was their first impression of you? Was it positive or negative?)

You two met when you answered a posting asking for help restoring an old two seater plane. You were pretty inexperienced in the field, but were dying to learn, and who better to learn from than the best? During your first conversation you expressed this desire to him and you could all but actually see his smile over the phone. You continued to talk until he formally invited you to come stay with him while restoring the plane. Arriving in Nevada, he was expressed how exciting it was to finally put a face to a name (and voice). He of course thought you were attractive, but it was over dinner your first there that you smiled and laughed at one of his stupid jokes he began to fall for you.

j- jealousy (Are they the type of person to get jealous? If so, how do they react to being jealous?)

Not in the least. He’s very secure in your relationship and any attention/interest you receive does nothing but boost his (already massive) ego.

k- kissing (Where do they like to kiss you? How frequently do they like to kiss?)

Kisses from Mav are nothing short of earth shattering. He kisses like the last thing he'll ever do. They aren't frequent, but each one is well worth the wait.

l- love language (What's their love language?)

Quality time. Mav absolutely love spending time with you. You could be putting sheets on your bed or sailing to the south pole. He's just happy to be with you.

m- marriage (Do they want to marry you eventually? Who proposes to who?)

He doesn’t hate the partnership side of marriage, it honestly feeds into his slightly possessive nature. What he isn't a fan of are the social expectations as well as the overt formality of it all.

n- nicknames (What do they call you? What do you call them?)

For you: Angel, honey, sweetheart

For him: Darling, Dear, Mav, Cap/Captain

o- openness (How much do they tell you about themselves? Do they reveal everything at once or gradually throughout the relationship?)

Pete has this weird tendency of dropping big, important info about himself during otherwise normal activities. Folding laundry? Now you know his blood type. Brushing your teeth in the morning? Did you know he was declared dead for exactly 8 minutes and 12 seconds in 1996? While you never quite used to it, its a pretty fascinating way to learn about someone.

p- PDA (Are they affectionate in public or do they prefer to keep your kisses behind closed doors? Are they the type to brag about their SO?)

He's not much of a kisser overall, but a quick peck here or there while in public doesn't phase him. Its also not uncommon for him to slip an arm around your waist or swing your legs over his while sitting.

q- quality time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

For him, spending time together is less about what you're doing and more so about who you're doing it with. That’s not to say that you two don't get up to some wild stuff together. (No, not like that. Unless...)

r- romance (Are they the romantic type? If so, how do they express their feelings?)

He's not too romantic overall, but he does on occasion like to surprise you with gifts and/or more traditionally romantic things. These gestures tend to be pretty spontaneous.

s- security (How protective are they of you? If they are, how do they show this?)

So. Protective. As much as he personally hates being smothered, he will do just that to you given the chance. He treats you like the most fragile being in the universe. If you are a more daring individual, don't be surprised if he’s shadowing your every move while holding a fully stocked first aid kit. When it comes to protectiveness against unwanted attention, he takes a similar, but approach. You still don't know how he does it, but there’s been more than one occasion of him literally just staring down the person making you uncomfortable until they run off with their tails tucked between their legs.

t- turn-offs (What traits do they find unattractive?)

smothering him, trying to force him to traditionally settle down, etc

u- understanding (Are they good at sympathizing with your problems? Do they listen to you when you need to rant?)

He's the best person to rant to. Not only will he listen to your problems and provide emotional, physical and/or moral support, he'll help you come up with any possible solutions as well. All his life experience makes his advice amazing as well

v- value (What do they value most about your relationship?)

Companionship. Just having someone to come home to every night means the world to him.

w- wild card (A random headcanon about your relationship)

He genuinely gives the greatest massages ever. His hands are strong and steady and so warm and he always knows just where you need his hands most.

x- x-ray (How well are they able to read you?)

Despite his best efforts, Mav can tend to be a bit oblivious to your needs, especially at first. You don't necessarily have to spell it out for him, but if you are particularly well guarded he may miss some things.

y- yearning (How well do they cope when their SO isn't with them?)

The longer you two are together, the harder it becomes for him. Over time it begins to feel like he’s missing pieces of himself when you aren't there.

z- zappy (Are they fast-paced in a relationship? Or do they like to take things slow?)

Once things are official, he feels no need to move fast. He’s perfectly happy to just co-exist with you.

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lena-in-a-red-dress · 1 year

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Beyond the Lights AU Pt, 5

Content Warning: sexual assault, suicide attempt

Not everyone at the label is content to let the performance be Lena's judge and jury. And unfortunately, when producer Morgan Edge knocks on your door, even at 2am, one doesn't turn him away.

Kara marks the car that passes her on her way to Lena's as odd-- she has yet to see a single soul on this road in all the time she's been visiting. But the anticipation of her destination outweighs any curiosity she might have. She knocks on Lena's front door upon arrival, only to draw her gun when the door swings open, clearly unlatched.

"Lena!"

"Kara..." The faint call pulls her to the downstairs bathroom, where she finds Lena tearstained and disheveled. Bands of red already form around her wrists and neck, proof of someone laying an iron grip upon her. Her lip is split and her cheek is cut-- though Lena tries to tug her nightshirt down, the movement only pulls Kara's focus down, where she sees blood dripping to the tile.

"No, please--" Lena chokes when Kara reaches for her radio to call an ambulance. "Please-- don't."

"Lena..."

"No one-- no one can--" She can't get the words out around the sobs building in her chest. The tears are already pouring, but her eyes are wide with building shock.

Kara softens. "Who else can I call?"

At that, the first sob bursts from Lena. It's Kara she leans into as she dissolves into tears, Kara who holds her as she heaves. It answers Kara's question as clearly as anything Lena could have said.

She doesn't have anyone else.

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When her crying jag fizzles out, Lena is left numb and empty. Kara sees it, but this time she doesn't know how to snap her out of it. She hesitates.

"Are you sure you don't want to be examined?" Kara asks carefully. Lena nods wordlessly, gaze distant. Helpless to know what comes next, Kara defaults to Lena's comfort. "A bath then?"

After another wordless nod, and Kara leads Lena upstairs to a clean bathroom, where she sets the bath to running. When she moves to help Lena undress, however, Lena flinches.

"Sorry," Kara says immediately.

"Please leave," Lena utters softly. "I... don't want you to see."

Kara's throat locks. "O-Okay. I'll go down and make some tea?"

Thankfully, Lena nods.

Kara shuts the door behind her, granting Lena privacy as she retreats downstairs to the kitchen. She waits as the water boils, pulling out two bags of Lena's favorite tea, and lets the eventual whistle run long so that Lena could hear that it's ready. When Lena doesn't join her immediately, Kara gives her more time. But when five minutes stretch into ten, worry gnaws at her chest.

Returning upstairs, Kara knocks on the bathroom door. "Lena? No rush, but the tea is ready. You need anything?"

No answer.

"Lena?"

Kara listens against the door, and dread pools in her stomach when the other side remains deathly quiet. "Lena?"

She opens the door, ready to apologize as soon as Lena sees her, but it dies on her lips when she finds Lena slumped in a tub of pink water.

"NO!" Kara darts to the side of the tub, hooking her arms under Lena's and hauling her bodily from the water. "Lena, please, no--"

Stripping the shirt from her back, Kara tears it into strips, wrapping the pieces around Lena's wrists to staunch the flow of blood. She fumbles for her cellphone, putting it on speaker to dial 911 as she returns her hands to applying pressure.

"Come on, Lena," she begs, tears flowing down her cheeks. Lena's eyelids flutter, the only sign of life besides the slow pulse of blood beneath Kara's hands.

"Please, stay with me."

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Kara waits in the hospital waiting room when Lena's rushed into the emergency room. She waits even after Lillian sweeps in, demanding to know what happened in one breath before blaming Kara with the next. But Kara doesn't leave. When Lena is finally allowed visitors, Kara is shocked and horrified that Lillian chooses to make phone calls ("damage control") rather than sit with her daughter. But her distraction at least allows Kara to slip in and sit at Lena's bedside.

She tries not to look at the bandages at Lena's wrists, or notice how pale her features are-- how paper thin her skin seems to be. Her entire body seems frail, especially when Kara takes Lena's hand in her own. Without their usual tension Lena's fingers feel knobby and brittle, like one wrong move could break her entirely.

Lena happens to open her eyes when Kara is there, and their eyes meet before Lena even has a chance to register where she is. When she does, however, guilt immediately darkens her features when her gaze returns to Kara.

"I'm sor--"

"I'm glad you're okay," Kara whispers, pressing Lena's hand to her cheek. Tears build in her chest, but she refuses to release them. "You scared me."

"Kara, I--"

"I love you, Lena," she pushes on, knowing she'll lose the strength to speak if she waits a moment longer, "but I can't be what you need."

She kisses Lena's palm before releasing it, and pretends not to see when Lena reflexively reaches back out to her. "Wait--"

"Good bye, Lena."

Kara leaves, unable to give even one last look behind her, lest her resolve shatter. She can only hope that Lena believes what she said.

I love you, Lena.

#supercorp #beyond the lights au #wasn't sure about this ending #but for the sake of brevity im keeping it #do i think kara would leave lena in this circumstance in this way?#no #but i dont have the patience to draw it out to something more realistic #so here. the breakup #but not the end!

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firstprince-ao3feed · 1 month

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Matter of timing

by amisguidedpoet I tried to stay calm and reassuring as I said: "Love isn't something you can measure by time. Whether it lasts a year or a lifetime, one isn't any less valid than the other." Alex's grin held steady, yet a glimmer of wistfulness flickered in his eyes. "You're still the hopeless romantic," his remark echoed the countless occasions he'd jestingly labeled me as such. I reciprocated the smile with genuine warmth. Without hesitation, I shifted in my seat to face him, letting my shoulders relax. "I just believe it's always worth it, even if it's fleeting," I expressed. "In fact, sometimes it's worth it even when it doesn't happen." Alex leaned in, his elbow propped on the sofa's armrest, his hand supporting his chin as he locked eyes with me. It felt as though he was revisiting all those times he'd joked about my romantic nature. After a thoughtful pause, he murmured, meaningfully: "Like you and Aaron." He'd captured the essence of the example, even if only partially. I nodded, my tone conveying both determination and caution as I added: "And like you and me." --- Henry falls deeply in love with his roommate, but remains silent. Consequently, they keep on missing each other. Words: 2156, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, June Claremont-Diaz, Nora Holleran, Percy "Pez" Okonjo, Original Characters Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Additional Tags: Romance, Slow Burn, Drama, POV Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Roomates AU, Best Friends, Secret love, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Loves Alex Claremont-Diaz, Oblivious Alex Claremont-Diaz, Eventual Smut, Falling In Love, I Don't Know How To Create Tags via https://ift.tt/zNJkc07

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scoutpologist · 1 month

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none of thats fucked up, honestly i think its natural and makes a lot of sense to feel as a trans/nongendered person in this environment. no apologies necessary

i think its not really a controversial statement to say that the world would be better off without these ideas of gender weve built for ourselves because yeah it kind of would. gender can for sure be beautiful in the ways people interact with or change it but thats not really gender itself i guess but more the interpretation. the current idea of gender itself to me is a divisive thing that was mainly used to oppress people. i mean maybe if colonialism hadnt happened wed have a different popular form of gender that was built on celebrating and worshiping differences and that would be really cool but as it is i dont really see anything wrong with personally wishing it didnt exist so that it wouldnt have to apply to you.

also i dont think youre a girl just because youre often interacted with as one. as a multigender person whos constantly the brunt of misogyny i get why it might feel easier to just "accept" girlhood since thats how people want to label you but like, nah. you dont have to.

and even if youre totally fine being seen as a girl that doesnt mean you have to be one on the inside too. your gender can just be your own special thing if you want.

this was way too much talking but basically do whatever you want forever. its okay to hate gender its okay to want no part in it. its okay to try to escape it by dressing like a bog monster or really emo but its also okay to stay exactly the same and just tell people youre not really a girl. its all up to you

i wish you luck

thank you so much for sending such a long and in-depth response!!

you're right in that it's not fucked up. looking at it with a clear head i know it's not.

"gender can for sure be beautiful in the ways people interact with or change it but thats not really gender itself i guess but more the interpretation. the current idea of gender itself to me is a divisive thing that was mainly used to oppress people."

^^^ this is roughly how i feel about it but i was struggling to put it into words. i also hesitate greatly at times to say that gender is a tool of oppression because even though that's true, that line of thinking can very easily be misconstrued as trans people being oppressors forcing gender onto others, rather than victims of the social oppression. it's the reason i haven't really brought this up before as well. i'm very relieved to find that people have understood what i meant lol.

"also i dont think youre a girl just because youre often interacted with as one. as a multigender person whos constantly the brunt of misogyny i get why it might feel easier to just "accept" girlhood since thats how people want to label you but like, nah. you dont have to."

very true (and thank you for this <3). i think i feel the way i do because identifying that way used to be a very core part of my identity. and it always comes back to me as something that's difficult to let go of. i feel a kinship with other people who had the same formative experiences as me or who are going through them now.

i guess what gets me is that i understand and feel that gender is social, but i'm socially labeled a girl. so... technically that could make me a girl, in some way. and that's what i can't buck off - the fact that i'm seen that way means i have some connection to it that's socially definitely there. i'll never be able to get rid of my past and my childhood, too, and i wouldn't want to change those either. so does this make me a girl?

in my case specifically? it might, in some way defined solely by experience. and if it does make me, in some sense, a girl, what does that matter for how i view myself and my gender? it really would only matter for peace of mind and acceptance of how people see me. it's something different from my internal perception of myself. so i don't know. i'll have to think about it. but you've really got me thinking.

i think that people's internal perceptions of themselves and the outside perception are very different things, but they can interact to a certain extent based on the person. some people might not care at all and some do care. so it's a very individual thing that i'm talking about.

"and even if youre totally fine being seen as a girl that doesnt mean you have to be one on the inside too. your gender can just be your own special thing if you want."

very true. everyone do whatever you want forever <3

and as for the screenshot, yeah, i believe that gender is entirely social and made up as well. so do whatever the fuck you want. be free. maybe i should take that advice.

thanks again for the response, it means a lot, and i'm super happy to have this convo. talking about this is very freeing and it's always helpful and enlightening to hear others' thoughts!!

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heard u need some headcanons!! much love bc this time of year is ROUGH 🫂

Hob got really into the queer liberation movement and has gone on to be the resident bisexual professor that all the students know is a safe person to go to and helps out with the LGBT clubs on campus.

He gets really excited to share this with Dream, who is a little confused about why it's so important (having missed much of the fight) but immediately takes interest because omg Hob is into more than ladies??

Hob hosts the club at the New Inn and Dream shows up and all the students just Know by the way those two look at each other and spend the night trying to get them to admit it to each other.

Look. LOOK. I'M. I'm very NORMAL ABOUT THIS. Did you know the bi flag was unveiled in December 5th of 1988? Did you know HOB DIDN'T MEET DREAM IN JULY 7TH OF 1989 ANYWAY HAVE A FIC

Dream doesn't get it at first. He never really did get it, but only attributed it to the need humanity had for labels, for packing things into boxes and saying this goes here and that goes there. Sometimes, it led to this goes to heaven and you go to hell. It seemed to be a very common one, too. He was beyond that; his name said it all, Dream was endless. Not he nor she, not man nor creature, he was all there was to be and the nothingness beyond it. Gender and sexuality need not apply.

Still, it meant so much to Hob, that he'd have dreams about it. Nightmares too, for nights on end, and even if Dream begged Hob to allow him to take them away, Hob always declined, always braved through them. "If you take them, I'll forget how much it all means. I'll forget why I'm still fighting."

They sat at the New Inn one afternoon, while Hob graded papers and Dream had a cup of chamomile tea, but his eyes couldn't help but focus on a shiny pin on Hob's jumper shaped like a flag, the shades of pink, purple and blue a spot of proud colour in Hob's otherwise earthy colour palette.

"It's the bisexual pride flag."

"Hm?" Dream's eyes dart up to meet Hob's, tilting his head slightly. He wasn't sure if he should feel bad for being caught, because he wasn't sure what he was looking at in the first place.

"The pin. I wear it for my students, but also for myself. The kids feel safer I guess, knowing they have at least one of their own in the faculty. Can't say it doesn't make me feel good too."

Hob has a particular tone to his voice that makes Dream's heart sing in tune to its melody. It's a fuller sense of self, maybe more than Dream ever had in regards to his own identity. "...one of their own?"

"Oh, I– Sorry, those are pretty recent." Hob straightened himself up (ha) on the chair, his lecturing posture taking over. Dream liked when he did that. He liked to hear Hob speak of things he had deep knowledge of and passion for. "This one was created in 1988 by a queer activist called Michael Page. Had the pleasure of being there when it was first unveiled, but clearly it took a long time until I was able to wear something like this out in public and not be decked by some bloody homophobe."

It was starting to sink in.

"...I'm afraid I was not present for these developments." Dream saw the look on Hob's face, like he was ready to apologise. He raised a had to stop him, waving his concern away. "As far as I can remember, queer was not a form of self identification, but only a way to shun out those outside the established norm."

"Ah, yes. We reclaimed it, though. Or are reclaiming it. The 80s were crazy. All of them were, for me." Hob smiled at Dream, at their shared secret and at their years of now reestablished friendship.

"I think you're lonely."

Could it have been....? Could he have meant...?

"What does it mean for you, then?" Dream asks in a way he hopes sounds inconspicuous, pointing at the pin. He was hesitant to ask, afraid to be getting it all wrong.

"For me? It means I love whoever I love. Man, woman, either or neither."

The pride coming from Hob's words filled Dream with hope, something he had not felt in a long, long time. The look in his face then shifted onto something else, something he didn't quite understand. "...what about you? That is, if you're okay with talking about that. I don't want to overstep. Last thing I want is for you to walk out–"

"I won't, Hob." Dream knew Hob had reason for feeling that way. "I don't believe the terminology you have could define my experience. I have laid with mortals and gods alike, and have wore many faces and names. It is beyond human comprehension."

Hob seems takes a moment to think about what he'd just heard. Dream feels like he might have thrown too much at his human friend. "...I think I get it. But, and tell me to bugger off I'm wrong, do you prefer to be a particular way? To be with a particular sort of being?"

Dream. Didn't have an answer.

He never thought of what he preferred. He'd never felt in need of any sort of outside validation, but. That was a lie. He needed it. He just never cared to look for it.

Hob's smile was what broke him out of the spell of his own self doubt. "It's okay if you don't have an answer, you know. It takes people a loooong time to get it, it took me nearly 600 years, you know? Ah! You know what? I've got an idea–" He reached inside his brown messenger bag, pulling out a colourful piece of paper, handing it over to Dream. A pamphlet for a meeting. "We're having a meeting for the uni's LGBT clubs here at the Inn. I want this to be a safe space for the kids, and to get them to connect with other folks in the community, share their experiences. It's tomorrow, and I'd love it if you could make it. I'm sure they would too."

Dream took the pamphlet in hands, looking at the bright colours and bold fonts, taking in every bit of information Hob was giving him and trying to fill in the gaps of the questions he wouldn't dare ask. After a moment, he looked up at Hob, allowing himself a small smile. "I shall be in attendance, then."

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furys-mercy · 1 year

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The Hero’s Aspect: August Mercer

(( BOLD always or almost always applies | | italics are situational or occasional ))

Mercer does not consider himself to be a hero. It’s something that has come up frequently throughout his life and something he has started vehemently denying. While he is most certainly brave and willing to throw himself in front of nearly any obstacle to protect the people he loves, he’s got a selfish bent. He’s here to protect his people. Not all people. He sometimes has a broad definition of who falls into that category, though. It depends on how mood and recent happenings. It may be only his family or it might include anyone born of the Brume. It’s leaning closer to the second currently, but things may shift. He also refuses the label because he can be quite violent and is not particularly good with forgiveness or mercy. When someone has done something he believes if unforgiveable he will often mark them as irredeemable and not hesitate to end them. Granted this usually requires someone doing something particularly heinous (or laying a single unwanted hand on someone he cares about). A note on graceful: Mercer was, before he lost his leg, actually quite graceful on the battlefield. It’s marked out because it’s now something he will never be again. Due to the weight of his tek prosthetic, he’s a bit of a missile turret and has had to adapt his combat movement strategies to adjust for this. Tagged by: @mimble-sparklepudding Thank you!! Tagging: Anyone who might be interested. I won’t want to tag too many folks in one day.

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hello! 🥳

hiiii everyone! surprise surprise i am not actually new, this is carly (bejoomi benayoung behanami), with the first fourth muse of the rp(?)...because i'm insane...ahyoung just kind of ambushed me and has been this meme in my head for the past two weeks so here we are. she's an absolute gremlin of a hot mess but she should be fun!! she's very different from my other muses here but no so different from the female muses i usually play if you know me LMAO she far better fits my standard "insane girl" archetype. her profile is here and detailed about is here, but i'll talk about her far too much and offer some potential plot ideas under the cut. you know the drill, please like this if you'd like to plot with us 💓 onward!

ABOUT

'03 liner, born to a musician dad and his roadie wife in namwon. mom was a groupie turned tour staff turned hook-up turned pregnant with their first son turned wife LMAO

so ahyoung has two (significantly) older brothers, and by the time ahyoung (who was an accident) was born, they were all going on tour with dad and nobody wanted to settle down to take care of a baby

so ahyoung got dumped with grandma (on her mom's side) while the others stayed traveling. they would visit when it was convenient but it was not enough for ahyoung's liking

so she started acting out to try to get attention, then once she was labeled a "bad kid" by her parents, was upset and decided well they aren't going to see me as lovable i might as well live up to their bad expectations of me <3 and got Worse

poor grandma is legitimately very kind and did her best raising her i think she probably argued with her daughter a lot over what was best for ahyoung

they tried taking ahyoung on tour once she was old enough but she was a menace there as well so they took her back to grandma and left her there again

eventually it comes out that dad has been cheating on mom. you know. rockstars. lmao

mom was furious and decided to divorce him and wanted to Start Over, decided she was moving to california, and when she was like come on kids let's go the boys were like lol no??? so then she went back to grandma and ahyoung and wanted to take ahyoung with her instead.

by then ahyoung was 12 and she was like ok yeah i'll go. i actually hate it here. and grandma was super hesitant but after some convincing by both her daughter And granddaughter she relented and let her go

ahyoung actually took to california a lot better than namwon. she was just naturally a rebel and very progressive so she actually made friends there quite quickly, she was just still a total menace to society so she was in trouble alllll the timeeee and STILL no one knew what to do with her, even though she did have some kind teachers that actually cared about her and tried to help her

her mom was like absolutely at her wit's end. she had no idea how to take care of ahyoung and all things considered they didn't even know each other that well so their relationship was not great.

ahyoung did just about everything any standard rebel gremlin wild child high schooler could possibly do. got suspended multiple times until she finally got expelled

mom was even MORE at her wit's end and shipped her back to korea, an all girls boarding school for Troubled Childen. it was overall a terrible experience but it didn't break ahyoung's spirit or do much to rehabilitate her if anything it just made her Angrier (and gayer!)

the boarding school was super strict and didn't offer them that much unsupervised time off-campus but it wasn't too far from seoul so she would go to the city whenever she could (or whenever she illegally escaped lmao) and really fell in love with the music scene there. got a fake id to get into every club she could

she actually applied to universities and got into one in seoul for sound engineering. sure, maybe she embellished details a little on her applications, but she was actually smart and her grades weren't as horrific as you might think. timing worked out that her grandma was also ready to expand her humble tearoom business to seoul as well, so they moved together

she was truly so glad to become an adult. now she could truly make any stupid choices she wanted without having to listen to any adults because SHE was the adult!!

she's honestly incredibly outgoing and i wouldn't say she's friendly because she's so sarcastic but she's fun and good at carrying conversation, so she made lots of connections and ended up snagging a job as a photographer for a concert venue, thanks to those connections and her love for photography as a hobby that actually made her really good!

i didn't mention music much in this description but she really always liked music, even without her parents introducing it to her. she had the time of her life on tour with them for five minutes. she would say it's in her blood and that she's also "reclaiming it from her shitty dad."

she writes a loooot of songs. she's a very pop punk girlie (she plays bass and guitar) but also a rapper, so her style is interesting. think waterparks (like this or this ), yungblud, harder olivia rodrigo, etc; sing-rappy.

she's weird. likes dark shit, isn't scared of much of anything. knows a lot about music but also serial killers.

she will honestly talk to and befriend anyone. she's not a judgmental person at all. i think you could tell her just about anything and she'd be like "that's cool. want a cigarette"

she also lies a lot. lies for fun, lies to get out of trouble. she knows she looks really cute and it used to bother her but now she uses her looks to her advantage to play the Officer I'm Innocent card and gets away with way too much because of it

she honestly has a lot of creative talents. she's pretty good at art as well and considered being a tattoo artist for a little while. she also considered being a makeup artist because she loves that too. of course, there's also photography, and there's music. she also knows how to edit videos and she's picked up how to work lighting and sound at concerts due to her Connections. she is Open For Freelance Work (she will do just about anything for a price)

i'm sure i'm forgetting stuff about her but whatever this is more than enough right LKJSDLFLSDGSD

PLOT IDEAS

ahyoung really wants to be in a band, but she's not right now. she knows lots of musicians but nothing has worked out yet and she doesn't have the attention span and sense of responsibility to actually Start Her Own Band so somebody else needs to do it! or invite her to your existing band! she can play bass or guitar but would rather play bass.

since she's a concert photographer she's at One particular concert venue just about every night, but she also just goes to anyone's concerts when she can. clubs too. live music? she's there, she loves it. any muses in this scene could know her!

classmates! i don't know what uni she goes to yet for plotting purposes so we can figure that out. she's better at school these days since she has freedom to do what she wants outside of it, and is actually studying something she likes

people for her to be a bad influence on. she doesn't really Pressure People to do "bad things" but she does a lot of crazy shit, always offers cigarettes and alcohol, says "who cares" about just about every rule, and if your muse is impressionable and/or a pushover it's possible that she could rub off on them

alternatively, people that try to tell her to calm the fuck down. she'll hate it and tell them to mind their own business they're not her real dad

honestly she's very American in attitude and personality despite only living there for like four years, so she'll probably vibe with fellow americans. they can talk about how much they miss american snacks and how "stuffy everyone in korea is"

she likes dogs. will 100% ask to pet your dog and strike up a conversation if she sees someone out and about with one, so first meetings that way could work

she likes video games also; she's an xbox and nintendo switch gal as of now but trying to save up for a gaming computer (god knows when she'll have enough money because she keeps buying shit she doesn't need) so gaming friends are welcome

she thinks kpop is pretty cool but isn't super into it. just from being so into music she knows a decent amount about the companies and artists, but isn't super attached to any of them. people to get her emotionally invested in a group would be nice, though i'm not sure how they could do that yet kLJSDLFJLSDG we'll figure it out!

she doesn't know a thing about dancing outside of the kind of dancing you do in clubs and at concerts but she also thinks that is cool and considering how well she takes to most creative outlets i think she'd be decent at it if someone got her into it, so someone to at least try to get her into dancing would be fun too

she doesn't have a youtube channel or anything but music is a very social thing for her so people to collab with and jam with in any way would be fun for her

fellow songwriters that are open to sharing their work with her; just be sure to tell her if you want feedback or not because she has no problem telling people when their music could use work lmao...she'll share her music too, though, and if you give her critique she'll be like "ok. i didn't make this for you." but she'll consider it anyway

IDK i've been working on this post for over an hour. so let's brainstorm more stuff it should be fun!!

#* INTRO #* OOC

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Secret relationship prompt! "Let's never tell anyone and see if they figure it out" for Rulie?

Reggie and Julie meet at an after party for some awards ceremony or another. She had been nominated but lost, he had been presenting an award and was mid way through recording his latest album. Their hands brushed reaching for a mini quiche, and giggled when they realized, so much so that the quiche was stolen by some teeny bopper sensation.

"Damn. Oh well, he who hesitates and all that," Reggie said with a shrug.

"I think I saw them going around with bacon wrapped scallops earlier," Julie offered.

"Lead the way," Reggie said, offering an elbow.

They spent the rest of the night hoarding snacks, then sitting down on the patio outside, the food spread out before them like a picnic, sipping at champagne and enjoying their spoils.

Reggie leaned in and stole a kiss after Julie stole the last chocolate covered strawberry, tasting the fresh fruit and cocoa from her lips. Julie remarked that he tasted like the sparkling rose and the custard from the tart they'd split.

All in all it made a delicious combination, though Reggie did note he preferred kissing Julie over coffee the next morning, delighting in how she looked in one of his oversized shirts and boxers as she sat on his counter.

"This was fun," Julie said as she got dressed, fluffing her curls in his hall mirror.

"Why do I sense a but coming?" Reggie said, leaning against the wall, trying to memorized how she applied her lipstick, how her eyes glittered in the morning light.

"But my last relationship was tabloid fodder for months, and I don't wanna do that again," Julie replied.

"Ugh, hard same," Reggie said, but then paused. "I mean... we don't have to be public about it."

"You mean... date in secret?"

Reggie shrugged. "I mean, why not? I miss having a regular relationship without publicists and managers arranging every date. I'd be fine just having dates at home, or somewhere no one would believe we'd be."

Julie hummed, rocking back and forth on her toes, then smiled. "Might be fun. Sure, let's do it."

"You wanna go bowling this weekend then?"

"Only if you're ready to get your butt whooped."

"You're on Molina."

"Reggie I'm home!"

"In the kitchen!"

Julie kicked off her torturous heels, dropping her designer bag on the table, and lay her earrings down next to them. Leaning down she rubbed Finn on his head, receiving a small whine in greeting as the mutt flopped over. "Missed you too boy."

"What about me?"

Julie glanced up at Reggie in his stained apron, the smell of lasagna in the air. "Hmm, yeah I suppose."

Reggie gave a mock gasp of outrage, then reeled her for a kiss, careful not to get anything on the swanky number she was wearing. "How was the interview?"

Julie shrugged. "Same as all the others. Album's doing well, yes the nomination is an honour, tour is in the works. Rinse and repeat. How was your meeting with the label?"

Reggie screwed up his face. "They want me to do a duet with this pop starlet that's all glitter and smiles, help her image out. But her music is soulless drek. Honestly there's only one pop sensation I want to sing with."

"D-do you want us to go public with our relationship?" Julie asked.

Reggie shook his head. "Nah, let's never tell anyone and see if they figure it out. Unless-you want to?"

Julie looped her arms around his neck, popping up on her toes to kiss his nose. "I'm happy enough keeping you to myself for as long as I can. But if you wanna sing together... you could always join me in the shower."

"I do like showers," Reggie hummed. "Lemme set the timer and I'll be right there."

Julie smiled as she walked the red carpet, turning this way and that as the multitude of cameras flashed, various people yelling her name. She waved at the fans in the stands, giggling as shrieks of love and devotion rang through the air. Finally she could avoid the pack of microphones awaiting her and went to the first television personality looking for a sound bite.

"Looking fab Julie, who are you wearing?"

"Five nominations tonight, let's hope you garner a few new trophies for your shelf!"

"That's quite the rock you're sporting Julie, anything you wanna tell us?"

That one made Julie curse internally, because she had forgotten to take her ring off before leaving the house. But she knew Reggie was also wearing his further down the line, and that made her smile. "If there was anything to tell, I would. It's just a ring."

"No special someone then?"

"I mean my dog is home sleeping on my couch, he's pretty special."

Julie moved on after that, giving the same rote answers, then finally taking her seat, aching for Reggie, but they had been so good for years now. She could get through yet another awards ceremony without him.

That didn't stop her from letting out an obnoxious whistle when Reggie won for his category, just to make him blush furiously as he walked to the stage, or him from blowing a kiss in her direction as he left it.

In the end, the two of them did come out-with a full magazine spread showing them and their newborn daughter off.

It was the story of the year that absolutely no one saw coming, but everyone agreed they made an adorable couple.

Plus their album full of songs together was an instant hit, and everyone agreed that their years of secrecy was worth it for music like that.

#filled prompts #ficlet #rulie #julie and the phantoms

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