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[darknight3904]

Better Than Revenge

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇ.

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: ᴄᴏʀʏᴏ ɪꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴀ ʙᴏᴏʙ ᴍᴀɴ, ᴏʟᴅ ʜᴀʙɪᴛꜱ ᴅɪᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅ ɪ ɢᴜᴇꜱꜱ. ᴄᴏʀɪᴏʟᴀɴᴜꜱ ʙʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀꜱʟɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴀᴛᴇᴋᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ꜱᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴏᴋᴀʏ ɪ'ʟʟ ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ʙᴏꜱꜱ.

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ / ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ / ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ.

ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇ ʙʏ ᴛᴀʏʟᴏʀ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ʜɪᴍ ʙᴀᴄᴋ! ʙʏ ᴏʟɪᴠɪᴀ ʀᴏᴅʀɪɢᴏ

Coriolanus was sure he was dreaming. There was no way you had actually shown up to this. But sure enough, there you were shaking hands and accepting hugs from stuffy old Capitol residents like you were their long-lost daughter. He had been trying to get in contact with you for so long now and it had been nothing but silence and being turned away from your family home. The only current information he had on you was that you were skipping university entirely and taking over your mother's position as head of technical operations for the games. Initially, he had thought that meant he might see you during his work with Gaul but you never showed, clearly, you had been stationed elsewhere.

His time in District 12 and whatever had happened between him and Lucy had cleared his head. He had come back with his goals set in his mind and was determined not to fall victim to another girl's spell just because she had a pretty voice. And yet, as he stood across the room from you, he knew that you were going to be trouble for him. What was it you had broken up with him about? He could scarcely remember, that dress you donned tonight was so distracting with its plunging neckline and shimmering fabric, it should be illegal to look that good.

He felt his throat dry up when you began walking towards him. Why were you coming to greet him? Oh right, this was a party about him and his success with his new ideas that would be used in the games in just a matter of weeks.

"Coryo! It's been a while." You beam reaching out to shake his hand

"Yes, it has. I didn't know you would be attending tonight." He said stiffly, feeling your eyes roam across his chosen suit for the evening. Suddenly, he found himself hoping you liked what you saw.

"Well, I'm sure you know I've taken over my mother's company so of course someone would have to come to represent it." You smile

Oh right. That. The soft clicks of cameras went off from somewhere, these photos between Gaul's prodigy and the girl, no woman, who was working to make sure the games would be seen from every angle would surely be published by a news outlet before the evening was over

"Your dress is exquisite." He compliments, trying to ignore the way your chest was taunting him.

"Thank you. I see you're still wearing roses on your lapel, some things don't change do they?" You say, following his stare to your chest.

Busted. You knew he was ogling you.

Coriolanus wanted to move this conversation and brush past the fact that he wanted to tear that damn dress off but he wasn't entirely sure how to reply to a statement like that. Unfortunately, he never got the chance to figure it out since an unwanted interruption cut in.

"I got you that drink you wanted, hon." A man cut in wrapping a meaty arm around your waist

Okay, who the hell was this?

"Oh thank you, I'm so thirsty." You smile and accept the dainty glass.

"Oh Coryo, this is Aesop." You introduce them, "Aesop, this is Cor-"

"Wow, Mr. Snow, I never thought I'd get to meet you! Your work with Dr. Gaul is rumored to be historic." Aesop gushes, cutting you off like he's some desperate fanboy.

Coriolanus finds himself nodding and pretending like Aesop's words mean a lot to him. Instead, Coriolanus lets him vomit his praises while he takes in the newest man who you deem worthy of your affections. He wasn't necessarily bad-looking, with a strong-looking build accompanied by sharp features and dark curly hair, Coriolanus wouldn't dare call him unattractive, in the face at least. Aesop's choice of outfit for tonight though told a different story. It was rather plain, just a simple black suit and a dark blue pocket square to try to add some color while attempting to match your dress which was simply hypnotic compared to that monstrosity of a suit.

"So what's next?"

Aesop was still talking to him? Someone needs to tell him when to stop talking.

"I'm sorry could you repeat your question I wasn't listening." He says honestly

"I was just asking what you had planned for your future. Surely the great Mr. Snow I hear about from my mother isn't just going to stop at being a game maker." Aesop says, clearly curious about those rumors about his possible presidential campaign.

Coriolanus doesn't miss the way his arm, which was once wrapped around your waist, drop so it rested on your hips and his hand was dangerously close to your ass. What a pig. He wishes he could be the one doing that, not the Capitol's worst-dressed man who didn't seem to even be worthy of being here let alone have you on his arm.

"I guess you'll just have to wait and see. After all, Snow lands on top." He smirks and Aesop nods.

Aesop doesn't have much to say after that and Coriolanus makes no move to continue the conversation so an awkward silence falls over the conversation. The soft notes of the piano interrupt Coriolanus' judging of Aesop's outfit and he finds himself asking before he can discern whether or not this is a good idea.

"Would you like to dance? For old time's sake."

He doesn't expect you to say yes but you surprise him by placing your drink in Aesop's hands and pressing a kiss to the poorly dressed man's cheek. He doesn't miss the way you whisper something in Aesop's ear before taking his hand so he can lead you to the dance floor.

"I like your new hair. The curls were very nice but this new style makes you look very sophisticated." You say as he leads the dance

"What the hell are you doing?" He asks, genuinely curious as to what game you're playing

"Um, what are you talking about?" You ask a genuine look of surprise on your pretty face.

"You come in here dressed like this, with that....thing hanging off your arm, and you act like nothing is wrong between us and compliment me." He spits, upset that he seems to have been replaced so easily.

"What are you going on about now? You can't mean the breakup you caused, right?" You ask, a smug grin on your face

"I didn't break up with anyone." He defended, his face twisting with anger.

"Did Lucy Gray hit you in the head when you were with her? You seem a bit confused as to who ended our relationship." You say

Did you know what happened in the forest between them? Did you know that he nearly ran off with her and how she disappeared into the trees before he could get her? No, you couldn't possibly, there were no other witnesses other than him and Lucy. Unless that damn Covey of her was spreading rumors. He'd have to look into them soon.

"No, she has nothing to do with this. Where we are now is all on you." He says, stopping the dance, upset that you'd even think of mentioning her. Honestly, why would you even think that he was entangled with her, he was sure you heard the rumors of how they fell out.

"You're joking right. I still have that video evidence of you two kissing if you want to come back to mine and rewatch it, you clearly are not remembering correctly. I don't have any issues reminding you how you hurt me. " You say dropping his hand

"I remember just fine, thank you. I remember perfectly that you're the one who caused our end after you went crazy over something that wasn't even real." He said, upset that you weren't accepting what he was saying.

His eyes widen when you step towards him. You're so close he can smell that fruit-smelling perfume you love so much. From across the room, it might look like two old friends whispering funny secrets to each other.

"If it wasn't real then why did you chase her? I know about your little bribe that got you sent to twelve instead of eight. You can't manipulate me the way you do everyone else, Coryo."

And then you're walking away from him and back into the arms of that Aesop and his ugly fashion decisions. He could barely believe what had just transpired. He hadn't ever had a girl that walked away from him like that, he had thought he had become irresistible to so many, and yet here you were leaving him on the dance floor after insulting him.

Coriolanus certainly had a lot of nerve, you'd give him that. Not only was he completely deluded about what had happened between the two of you but he clearly couldn't accept you moving on from him. Of course, you knew he'd be like this. It had been only a week or so after Dr. Gaul had brought him back from District 12 that he started showing up at your family home, asking your mother, father, and even the maids if you would see him. You had instructed them all to turn him away and yet every time he showed up you'd wait and watch as he walked away, his shoulders slumped in defeat.

You had been right, your Coryo would come running back. You knew that Songbird of his would turn on him eventually. Rumors swirled around the inner circles of the Capitol that she had disappeared or perhaps she was dead. Despite the rumors that came in hushed whispers, you had a gut feeling Coriolanus had something to do with it. Did he scare the poor bird off? Or maybe harm her so she'd never return to Panem? Either way, no one had a clear story on her, but all you knew was that her dulcet voice would never charm Coriolanus again. With Lucy Gray gone, you knew exactly what you wanted, you were going to get Coriolanus Snow back.

Getting him back meaning revenge, of course. Why would any sane person want to get him back romantically?

You started with small things, things you knew would deepen his interest in you again. Some days you deliberately made sure you were in Dr. Gaul's lab talking to the crazy woman when he showed up after his university had ended for the day.

"When did you start working here?" He asks when he sees you in the lab for the first time

"Oh, Dr. Gaul and I are busy coordinating the camera angles and such. It's easier just to work here with her rather than send assistants from my office with information. More direct, you know."

He nods and takes his place at his own desk but you don't miss how he smiles to himself, undoubtedly happy you're here with him.

What a fool he's turned out to be.

Other times you'd make sure to wear red, the same shade as the coat he seemed to love so dearly, and then bump into him as he walked through the Department of War.

"You ought to look where you're walking." He says, after practically body slamming into him.

The force hadn't been enough to move him but you had ended up on the cold ground on your ass. What the hell did they feed him in District 12? A brick wall? No man should be that sturdy.

"Right, sorry about that." You smile taking his hand and letting him pull you to your feet

You feel Coriolanus' eyes roam your outfit choice. A white button down paired with a deep red pencil skirt and tall heels, you must've looked good because he didn't say much and let you do the talking as you walked to Gaul's lab together, not letting go of his hand.

The cherry on top though, had to be the day you wore a low-cut shirt to a meeting about this year's games. You knew what made that boy tick and sure enough, his eyes were locked on your chest for the entire presentation on the new audio systems you were planning to get installed in the arena. He really hasn't changed much, has he?

"What are you doing after this?" He whispered next to you as Gaul displayed photos of whatever new terrors she had planned for this year's Tributes.

"Nothing interesting. I was planning on eating dinner and then perhaps taking a long bath." You say honestly

"Want to eat dinner with me?" He asked, a grin spread across his face

There was that boyish charm that had convinced you to enter a relationship in the first place.

"Sure. As long as you aren't the one cooking." You smile, knowing he was the worst chef in all of Panem.

Coriolanus stifles a laugh, which he tries to disguise as a cough when Dr. Gaul looks at him mid-sentence about the reproductive organs of whatever mutt she had drummed up.

"Oh trust me, I won't be. There's a nice place a couple of blocks away." He says

"It's a date." You smile

Coriolanus wasn't lying when he said the restaurant was nice. Pretty white tablecloths adorned the tables along with candles and delicate-looking roses atop each of them. A huge crystal chandelier was the real eye-catcher though, you loved the way it glimmered in the light.

"You know I was joking when I said this was a date, Coryo." You say as you wait for the hostess to help the man in front of you.

"Why? I'd love to go on another date with you." He smiles, bumping his shoulder with yours

"Right because our last stab at a relationship went so well." You roll your eyes

"I personally think we worked well together." He said confidently

"You're joking, right? You literally called me insane." You remind him

"Look, I don't want to fight. Let's just have a nice meal, okay?" He says, not denying his actions for once

"Yeah, okay." You agree, not missing the way his eyes roll.

The hostess is a bit overly eager to seat you both, she gushes over Coriolanus' coat and how sharp it makes him look, taking special care to not even spare a glance at you. Despite your annoyance, you don't miss how Coriolanus eats the attention up and flirts right back despite just proclaiming how he wants to go on another date with you. Honestly, where does this man even get the nerve?

"So what's good here?" You ask when she finally leaves but not until after she complimented his eyes and hair.

"You haven't been here? I come here often, the chicken dish they serve is particularly wonderful." He says, pretending like he wasn't interested in her.

"No, I haven't been here. Some of us work instead of spending their money on fancy chicken." You roll your eyes at his posh tone.

"Alright, sorry. Don't get all crazy on me again." He huffs, hiding his face behind his menu, pretending to stare at it when it only had 3 options on it.

Silence settles over the table as you pretend to weigh your options like you aren't going to take his recommendation and get the chicken. As you sit there and pretend to look at your menu, you glance at him and his perfect hair. His face is just as you remember it although it was a tad bit more stern than it was before he was sent to District 12. Whatever Lucy Gray did to him had sent him spiraling that was certain. A portly-looking man comes up to your table and pours you both glasses of wine before opening his mouth to speak.

"Mr. Snow, I am the manager of this restaurant and I'd like to personally extend a warm welcome to you and your guest tonight. If there's anything you need, please ask. You as well, ma'am."

You smile politely and nod as Coriolanus thanks the man and shakes his hand.

"You know this could be your life all the time if you wanted to give the two of us a try again." He says after dismissing the manager.

"What do you mean?" You ask confused, he already knew you had money of your own, definitely enough to attend a restaurant like this, it just wasn't your personal style.

"You'd never have to work again with me at your side. I'm sure you've heard that I'm planning to run for the presidency soon. I'm the favored candidate as well." He says confidently, reaching out so that your hands are linked across the table

"What makes you think that I would want to never work again. I enjoy running my company. It's my mother's blood sweat and tears that went into it." You defend, watching how his thumbs run over the backs of your hands. To anyone else, this might look like a romantic conversation between lovers

"I'm just saying you could be the First Lady of Panem one day with me and you'd never want for anything else. All you'd ever have to do is sit by my side." He smiles, almost kindly at you

"So you want to lock me up in some big house somewhere, just for yourself." You say, seeing through his honey-coated words

"If you're not interested then why the hell did you even accept my invitation to come here? Why have you been popping into Gaul's lab when I'm there, and don't think I haven't noticed that low-cut shirt of yours. Are you into parading yourself around like a common whore for everyone else to see? What would Aesop think?" He suddenly snaps, harshly grabbing onto your hands and squeezing.

There he was, the man of the hour. This is who Coriolanus Snow truly was, not whatever charming front he liked to wear around so many, including you. You smiled, that front, the wall he had built oh so perfectly, brick by brick had crumbled and the snake had finally come out to play.

"You think I'm a whore? How sweet of you, Coryo. You should know I love pet names in a relationship, that's why Aesop calls me hon." You say not blinking an eye as his nails dig into your skin.

You can tell your reaction isn't what he had planned because he recoils slightly and the pressure in your hands drops just a bit.

"If you weren't interested in me then why have you been acting like...some love-struck teen the past few weeks? Why the... eye-catching shirt today for a business meeting? You knew I was still interested in you so why are you rejecting me now?" He asks, clearly genuinely upset and curious

"Oh come on, Coryo I thought it would be obvious." You smirk

"Well, it isn't. And, you should know I hate lies now , so how about we agree to not lie to each other." He says, in desperate need of your answer.

You nod, and he releases your hands, satisfied with your submission

"Coryo, the reason I did all those things is quite obvious in fact, I'm sure that even little Lucy Gray would've been able to tell the reasons behind my actions."

You want to laugh at the way he squirms in his fancy chair when her name falls from your lips. While you once viewed her as some little homewrecker, you now saw her as an ally. The perfect ally to shatter this man's fragile ego. Whatever she had done to him, she got him good. Now, all you had to do was finish the job.

"You see, Coriolanus, I'm honestly surprised you didn't realize sooner, given you're so good at it yourself, by the way, don't think I don't know what really happened to Dean Highbottom or Sejanus Plinth. I know what you are, Coryo. Your sweet seductive words and pretty face can only get you so far." You let a smile stretch across your face, you were truly enjoying the climax of this game, "The reason behind my actions and my pretty shirt that you've been staring down all day and enjoying is simple really, it's just a little revenge. Revenge for how you made me feel when you went running off with Lucy Gray. It's revenge for whatever you may or may not have done to her in the forest of District 12. It's as plain and as simple as just a girl getting revenge on a past lover."

You stand from your seat and watch Coriolanus' eyes widen he finally realizes that you had been stringing him on for weeks ever since that party. You want to laugh at the way his hands had balled up into fists and his face reddened. Perhaps he'd start crying. Now that would be funny.

"Why?" He asks, unwilling to meet your eyes

"Why? Because it was fun of course. I've got my sweet revenge on a man who thought he was oh-so untouchable and you're feeling what I felt when you ran off with your Songbird. .I hope you have a wonderful evening, Coriolanus, " You explain smoothly, leaning down so your lips brush his ear, "See you in the lab tomorrow. I'll make sure to wear a shirt you'll like. "

You turn and gather your own belongings, a wide smile stretched across your face as you left him at that table. That shaken look that adorned Coriolanus' pretty face made one thing clear: you had got him back for every inch of pain he had ever caused you and Lucy Gray Baird. As you walked out of the door of that fancy restaurant he loved so much, one thought rang clear in your head, there truly was nothing better than revenge.

Part 3

Guys imagine being Coryo in this fic. First, you get dumped by your gf bc of your situationship. Then your situationship falls apart and you think you might be able to get back with your ex. So, you return home and think your ex wants you again since they're sending out signals, only to find out they've been leading you on for funsies. He's going through it.

Read the teaser for it here

If you want more Coryo content check out my masterlist. I plan to possibly release It Burns For You Part 3 on either December 3rd or 4th so stay tuned!

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A Night In Cairo

Chapter 4

Indiana Jones x Gender-Neutral Reader

You’re a Intern at Marshall College in Bedford Connecticut and you work with Dr.Jones, but he sucks at his job and is never there and is always behind with work making you get the short end of the stick. Then he drags you on a trip to Cairo with him.

I actually liked how this chapter turned out! i don't think it's half bad. but i am still very open to criticism! anyways i hope you enjoy! :}

link to: Chapter 1/Chapter 2/Chapter 3

Link to AO3

Regret. That is all you have right now is pure regret. You wish you slept on that damn bed. You should have made him sleep with that sad pile of comforters. You also regret using comforters, you should’ve taken the sheets you woke up in the middle night drenched in your own sweat and what feels like a broken back.

That’s also the reason you’re up so early you couldn’t fall back asleep. If you had to guess it’s probably 7:00 in the morning? Indy was passed out and sprawled across the bed, laying on his stomach hugging a pillow smooshing it against his face. He's pretty knocked out and is sleeping soundly, his face is gently illuminated by the sunlight coming through the window.

You just stare at him.

His eyebrows slightly furrowed.

You seem to be doing that a lot lately. Just starring.

His hair all tousled.

Why are you looking? 

The way the light played on his face perfectly framing his facial features was intriguing. 

Maybe because you've never been able to get a good look at him? I mean the time you spend around him you're always grading things or helping him plan out his syllabus day by day because he didn't do it before the semester started?

You never noticed the scar on his chin- damn this man has long ass eyelashes! 

Stop it. You're being creepy, you're standing over his body like he's a cadaver or something. You turn your gaze to the window hearing the sound of busy streets, the calls of vendors and talk of passersby. An idea pops into your head. This Is your first time out of the US, why not explore the city for a bit? You tiptoe across the hotel room grabbing your things and making your way to the door. 

The minute you step outside it's hotter than hell, you almost want to go back inside but this is a once in a lifetime chance for you right now. Hm? Where do you start, which direction do you walk in? You shrug your shoulders and think whatever and you just start walking. Your Arabic is pretty rusty so when you read signs you're mainly going off context clues. You start to pass by little shops and vendors admiring what they had to sell. The city really starts to feel alive as you take in the small details around you. In the background you hear people chattering, having small conversations About how busy they are today or their plans, the playful screaming of children, the sound of vendors selling their goods. You see how different areas of the city are all unique with different stores and goods available. At one point you see a small cat wandering around. You stop and pet it. You can feel it purr as you glide your hand down its back and off its tail.

As you were enjoying your enrichment time petting the stray cat you didn't notice Indiana come up behind you. He looked over your shoulder watching with a small smile patiently for you to notice him.

Wow.

It’s been like five minutes. Indiana is taken back for a moment. He finds it almost… What's the word, Endearing? that you're putting so much effort into petting this damn cat. He almost feels jealous. 

“You know that thing probably has fleas?” He let slip out in a teasing and joking tone. He didn't mean to say it truly…okay maybe he did. You were a little startled when he talked, you looked up from the cat at the older man and lightly rolled your eyes and let out a small chuckle.

“Your being mean Jones!” you exclaim. Indiana walks over and kneels down next to you in the cat. He extended his hand out letting the cat sniff him, the cat let out a small meow and it nuzzled its small head into his hand. You smiled as he began to pet the cat. You noticed how gentle he was in the way he treated the animal. The cat seemed to like Indiana as much as it liked you. 

“Now you have fleas” you teased back. Indy was caught a little bit by surprise by you making that sly comment but he couldn't help but smile at you.

“Yeah, I probably have some fleas now.” he said while smiling. A faint growl came from your stomach, oh yeah eating. You forgot about that. Indiana laughed as he heard your stomach growl.

“Seems like someone skipped breakfast, come on i know a place that has some great food” You stood up and the cat walked away probably to seek attention from someone else. 

“Yeah, I'm very hungry.” you say with a tinge of embarrassment. Indy then smiled and offered his arm to you. You looked at him a little confused. You let out a little ‘hm?’ and then you realized, he wants you to hold on to him. You awkwardly take his arm and he starts leading the way.

“This place gets pretty busy around this time and… ya know…i don't wanna end up losing you in this crowd.” you look at him and smile. He could have just told you to stay close but you let him keep his pride.

Indy led you into a little hole in the wall restaurant that was tucked away. Once you both walked you took a seat at a table for two in the corner of the small but humble restaurant. The decor was simple but comfortable and it had a warm and cozy atmosphere. The walls were painted a warm shade, with decorations hanging from them. The restaurant was busy with locals eating and enjoying their food. You picked up the menu and realized you could only read about half of it. You looked at Indy and he had on his round reading glasses. They made him look mature and intelligent. The round frames complemented his face.

“Uh Indy i can't read the menu that well…” you say as you sheepishly look over your menu. Indy looked up from his own menu at you and smirked at your statement. 

“That's alright sweetheart, I'll get us something we’ll both like.” 

“Okay..” you nodded.

Sweetheart? You were frozen, you moved your eyes down towards your menu finding it hard to concentrate on it. Did he mean to call you that? Why did he call you that? You could feel your face slightly burn. You found yourself almost wanting him to call you that again.

He did not mean to call you that.

Indiana Jones, a full grown man who has plenty of lovers is failing to suppress his feelings. What's going on? He's never done this before. He doesn't slip up like this (yes he does). Did you notice his slip-up? Indy suppresses these thoughts, glazing his eyes over the menu picking something out for you two to eat. Indy picked something out, called over a waiter and put in the order. There was an awkward silence between the two of you. God this is horrible. Indiana does want to know you better, he never really has sat down and had a genuine conversation with you except once. But that was your first day on campus.

Indiana had just walked out of the faculty lounge with a cup of coffee in one hand and his briefcase in the other. He had just gotten back from Turkey with his father. He was tired, his back hurting, he was behind on work, and did not have much patience. As he turned the corner to his office he noticed someone standing in front of his office door. He sighed as he approached them.

“I know I haven't graded exams but i'll get to them today.” he grumbled as he walked by them and unlocked his office. The person turned their head to the side in confusion.

“Um sir i’m not one of your students..” Indy stopped and turned around.

“What?”

“Sir i'm an Intern, My name is ___! I was told I'll be working with you this semester!” They gave him a smile and extended their hand out to him. Oh yeah, Indiana forgot about that. Oops. 

“My bad,” he said, extending his hand to shake theirs. "I'm a bit out of it today I suppose. It's nice to meet you, I'm Indy.” Indiana Jones then sighed, still feeling tired and slightly irritable after his most recent trip abroad. He took a sip of his coffee and rubbed his neck, as he could feel the tension building up in his shoulders. He looked at the intern and forced a smile, trying to mask his tiredness. "Well then, let's get to work."

Okay…maybe not too genuine, but you two are always so busy from that point on he doesn't know that much about you. 

“So..” Indy mumbled, breaking the silence. “Did you sleep well last night? I saw that you made that…nest?” You finally looked up from the table and at Indiana. You laughed as he called your bed a ‘nest’. 

“Yeah it was fine, just a bit warm.” 

“I'm sorry you had to sleep on the floor, i mean i would have but by the time i came out of the shoulder you were already asleep.”

“No it's okay, I really don't mind!” the waiter came back with your food and placed it on the table. You and Indy started eating and enjoying each other's company. It was nice, you told him about your life growing up and how you ended up at Bedford as his intern and he told you stories about the different adventures he’s been on ending on the last trip he took with his father. 

“The holy grail?” you looked at him in shock. Indy smiled and let out a small laugh.

“I thought it was just a myth!” you added. Indy looked at you with a slight smirk on his face. 

“Yeah, so did I. Even though my fathers obsession with it I never thought the damn thing had a basis in this reality. I always thought of the relic as mythical.” he let out a half hearted sigh and called over a waiter asking for the bill. You pulled out your wallet but Indy interrupted you.

“Hey I've got it.” you shook your head at his comment.

“Come on, you brought me on this trip for free! It’s the least I could do!”

“To be fair this trip is already funded by the college and I'm not paying anything either.” you stayed silent for a moment trying to come up with an excuse to pay.

“Could we at least split the check?” you suggested with a nervous smile. Indy looked up from the bill and stared at you for a moment. Then his lips curled into a playful smile.

“How about this? I pay for this meal and to pay me back and at the banquet tonight you owe me a dance?” 

#indiana jones x reader #harrison ford #indiana jones

[kumezyzo]

hii i love your work and i have a request- can you do where hes dating a famous singer instead of streamer? and like hes reacting to their music video like how he did with until i end up dead? it would be even cooler if he was in the video. i was thinking maybe the artist could release a music video like the song lie by nessa barret (aka a wedding) and the dreamteam is somewhere in there. This part isnt nessacary and you can make it inspired of any artist or mv you wanft but i feel it would be so cute when hes like "omg thats me" like he did with the until i end up dead mv!!

its taken me so long to come up with an mv idea that would work for this and that i could make so this wasnt a blurb (cause this was such a detailed ask) but thank you so much for requesting this!!! and i really hope this lives up to your expectations lol

i wrote this as if the song is like a breakup song and being hung up on an ex. and essentially, its flashbacks to when they were all cute or whatever, and then theres parralles to the actual breakup and after. bf!sap acting as the ex bf in all the scenes.

anyway, enjoy! or dont :) m.list

after your newest music video went up, bf!sapnap got a while bunch of requests to watch it.

"should react to yn's new music video!' he read the chat out loud

"guys ive heard the song like a million times already," he protested but already opening a new tab and going to youtube.

'you're in yn's new mv!!!' a donation read out loud.

he smiled at the monotone voice and started playing the video.

bf!sapnap who sings along to the song as it plays, admiring you everytime you were on the screen. but seeing as its quite literally your music video, your on the screen 80% of the time.

bf!sapnap who defends you the second someone says your music is bad.

bf!sapnap who sees himself in the music video and finds himself commenting on it.

"oh my god! thats me!!" "woah, that guys kinda hot..." "i would never treat my girlfriend like that"

"damn, shes hot." "wow she looks so good there" "guys, thats my girlfriend" "holy shit, peach, if youre watching this, text me"

bf!sapnap who also talks about how attractive he finds you the whole time.

'turn that shit off' a donation read out loud.

"shut the fuck up," he said looking at his chat. "fuck off my stream, im watching my girls music video."

he rolls his eyes as he sees the one rude comment in the sea of random other ones. aka supportive bf

bf!sapnap who has almost three hours worth of behind the scenes videos on his phone (it was a four day shoot).

its mostly videos of you and him goofing around. some videos of you doing things for the mv. some of them of him on set. some/most of them being of you guys fucking in your dressing room...

bf!sapnap who posts the behind the scenes (the appropriate ones and the shorter ones obvi) and people love them so much.

aka edits arise of you two being cute. and of you two looking so cool/hot.

its shorter than i expected.... -nony

#sapnap #anon #sapnap x reader #sapnap x you #dteam #sapnap x y/n #sapnap fluff #sapnap x artist reader #sapnap x reader fluff #bf!sapnap #dream team fluff #dteam fluff #fluff #asks

[thebreakfastgenie]

honestly the part of mash that i consider the time loop IS the syndication of it all. it’s already so screwy with time and now it must all happen over and over and over again, in its unstuck messy order or out of it, because we need it to, because it moves us every time we see it and we must keep it playing. it’s like the thing in the musical hadestown where they know they have to tell the story again, because we must keep ourselves hoping that things could turn out better, even if the story remains the same. that’s mash to me. the war goes on. which war is it anymore? we tell the story again, it all happens again, because every time it makes us laugh, cry, get angry, it keeps us connected to each other and to our humanity. or something like that wow i got maudlin as hell in your inbox excuse me. i’m normal about mash and i’m normal about cyclical forms of storytelling (lying)

Yeah I love the meta cyclical thing!!!! My thing is just that I'm a pedant and that doesn't make the narrative a time loop (though you can make a time loop out of it, plenty of fic writers do). MASH going on as long as it did had its pros and cons, but one of the pros is this sort of feeling that war is endless, that time loses its meaning.

I think what I dislike about the time loop thing is the "theory" approach. It's like "what if MASH is actually a time loop" like "what if this cartoon is actually a dream this character had while in a coma" or "what if this entire medical drama was the fantasy of an autistic child staring at a snowglobe" (iykyk). And you know, the idea that the time loop "explains" why the timeline is the way it is, or that that needs an explanation at all. It's not that deep! It is very funny.

I haven't seen or listened to Hadestown (I'm the opposite of most musical theatre fans and I rarely listen to shows I haven't seen, although there have been exceptions) and I'm not really the target audience because I don't care about Orpheus and I don't get that "maybe this time he won't do it" feeling from that particular story, but from what I've heard about how they do the ending it's really cool!! It would probably work on me if I saw it tbh.

I love cyclical storytelling! And I think a lot of people in the MASH fandom like the same things I like with regards to playing with time, I notice that when I get into actual conversations. To me the real potential is in the ability of time tropes to portray how something feels. This is why I keep coming back to Slaughterhouse-5 and the idea of being unstuck in time. What Vonnegut did was give us this war veteran who is trying to live out his life, but is frequently, against his will, transported back in time to the most traumatic experiences of his life. Sometimes he's abducted, taken to a place where he is an alien, observed and put on display for everyone. It's PTSD, but made physical by science fiction elements. It's brilliant. And MASH is so ripe to do stuff like that! You can use the funky timeline and the meta of the show lasting 11 years, being rerun again and again and shown in syndication out of order, to dig into that. And I mean I literally have a time loop WIP so.

I really enjoyed this ask <3

#none of us are normal here <3 #idk if i feel that way about telling stories again and again or not #i mean my instinct is to say i don't. i like to hear the same stories again and again because they're interesting #there are new details to notice #BUT i have been thinking about human connection most lately #mashposting #also I am getting to your other one I promise

[cookinguptales]

I almost wrote a small essay in the tags of that "fanwork as content" post but realized that it would probably be better off as its own post. So now it's... a large, rambling essay. lmao

Like... to preface, AO3 is great, it's a great resource for fandom, it feels good to have a centralized location that works well. That said, there has been a steady decline in how I've felt treated as an author since we switched to an archive-only model of fic.

For people who are newer to fandom, pre-AO3 (and even in the early days of AO3), people often crossposted fic. Sometimes to websites, sometimes to journals (particularly LJ/DW), sometimes to communities, sometimes to kink memes...

AO3, while certainly one of the primary places you could upload stuff, wasn't necessarily where you would get most of your primary interaction about your fic. It was always designed to be an archive, not a social media site.

But since we moved to an archive model (and away from LJ/DW) I've noticed that fic gets almost no traction on sites that actually are intended for social interaction. I'm not saying it's easy for any creator in fandom, but god. The numbers on fic posts are just downright demoralizing.

I don't mean to sound arrogant here, but I think I'm a pretty good writer. People seem to really connect with my fic. In multiple fandoms, I've written fic that most people have read and enjoyed, to the point where people have just taken it for granted that if someone reads fic in the fandom, they've probably read something I've written.

All this is to say, I know I've written fics that people like. I know I've written fics that people connect with. And I know those posts still only get like 5 notes sometimes on Tumblr.

I'm proud of my work and I'm happy that it's gotten such a warm welcome on AO3!!! But there are times when I feel like all this means that I could write literally the best fic on earth and still no one would talk to me. People still wouldn't want to interact with me on social media sites.

I wrestled for... honestly, a long time with all this. I had a hard time putting into words why this felt so uh. Bad. Was I just self-conscious about my own writing? Yes, but that's a separate issue. Was I just jealous of others' popularity? Sort of, but it went deeper than that.

I had an issue with a fandom that I don't write in anymore. I got a lot of fanart based on my fic, which was great, which was amazing, there were even fan comics made. Visual media travels better on social media than fic. That's just a fact. And I had to watch as repeatedly, art based on the fic I wrote got thousands of notes while my fic got maybe 12. And I realized the power of social media vs. AO3 because it did get to audiences that weren't familiar with my fic and people started to give those artists credit for my ideas.

I remember watching the tags of those posts because it was occasionally the only way I'd hear feedback on what I'd written (imagine getting one comment and 5 notes on a fic, then seeing dozens of people in the tags of fanart saying that it was their favorite fic in the fandom! it was weird!) and seeing the tags gradually devolve into "oh, this is such a neat idea for an AU, artist OP" or "wow this dialogue is perfect [artist] I love it" and like

It's weird to feel so happy because so many people are enjoying your work in a transformative way but also so unhappy because you have been completely removed from the equation. No one... even knows you wrote those things anymore. You have been removed in favor of a more "marketable" version of your work.

It's uh. It's a bad feeling. I stopped writing in that fandom eventually.

So again, I felt like... idk, like there was no point in me even trying. Because I could write the best fic on earth and still somehow get erased as a person. People would want my "content," but they wouldn't want me.

I think that's what hurt my feelings so much.

What I've realized is this: what I miss is the sense of community. On LJ, you could post a fic, cross-post it to a community, and there would be comments that would become conversations that would become lasting friendships. Not always! But often. I still talk to some people daily who I met through fic on LJ over a decade ago.

In the archive model, there has almost become a death of the author. The me on social media and the me on AO3 are very different; more importantly, it's almost like it's viewed as the "me" is on social media, but the work is on AO3. I am absent. There is only the fic, not the person who created it.

And that's okay, but when you try to combine those two things on social media and it goes over like a lead balloon... idk. There's an odd sense of dehumanization. I don't mean it in like... I don't know, a dramatic human rights violation kind of way. More that I literally feel like less of a human person the way I interact with fandom these days. Like I'm no longer a person who writes fic as a way to connect with my fellow fans and more a "content creator" whose human side is separate from my creation and never the twain shall meet.

(And I'll admit it feels especially galling to be forced into the capitalistic "content creator" box when it's not even a thing I can make money off of, lmao. It's like the worst of both worlds. I feel like if I can't make money off fanfic, I should at least be exempt from capitalistic social trends during its creation.)

I'm not so much complaining about my current fandom; WWDITS has actually been one of the best fandoms for interaction I've been in since the birth of AO3. That's one of the reasons I keep writing stories for fellow fans to read -- many of those fans feel like my friends, and I want to make them happy.

I think that poster was right when they talked about how the pivot from fan to "content creator" has fucked up fandom. There is this sense that we should be treating fandom like a job, often a fast-paced one with no pay. There is this idea that we should be separated from our "content" like you might a worker from their product, and blah blah blah alienation of labor, Marx, I get it, but damn if that isn't a shitty thing to do to your fellow fans who are making art for the love of art.

There are so many things I do love about AO3. I like having a central, organized place to put my fic. I like not having to worry about my work being lost to the ages. I like having an organized comments section I can return to on bad days to cheer myself up.

But I don't like the way that fic has kind of been relegated to a portion of fandom where people aren't particularly social. I don't like the way that authors are separated from their writing. I hear people complain sometimes about A/Ns because god forbid an author leave any trace of their actual personality to distract you from their content.

I can't have DMs with someone on AO3. I can't add someone to my friends list. There are no "beloved mutuals." There is just my work and the people who are kind enough to comment on it, even if they never actually engage with me elsewhere.

It's... a weird feeling, to feel so loved and unloved at the same time. Like you keep writing trying to make something good enough that people will talk to you but like. That's really not how it works. lmao. The best fic in the world won't make you friends anymore. It won't make people see you as a fellow fan rather than a pen name under a title.

My fic is some of the most personal stuff in the entire world, but my personhood is stripped away from it. It's so fucking weird. People like my fic, but they don't like me. They remember my stories but not the person who told them. It's bizarre. It feels like having your life and experiences strip-mined for content, and then the rest of it is just... left behind.

Frankly... I work in the publishing industry IRL and I have had opportunities to write professionally. Real, tangible opportunities. But I turned them down because I've seen it, the way that trying to fit such an intensely personal art form into a capitalistic framework can be exhausting, dehumanizing, and stressful. I don't want that for my work. Fandom has always been an escape from that.

But now fandom is starting to conform to those exact same capitalistic frameworks (and ofc without any kind of capitalistic compensation) and I hate to see it. It's so stressful. I feel like we're losing a lot of what makes fandom fun for writers and we're getting pretty much nothing in return. I'm not surprised that so many writer friends I know in fandom have quit.

like damn, I just wanna have fun with a bunch of dumbshits who love to overanalyze vampires and cry over their dumbshit shenanigans, not take on a second job. one that, I reiterate, I am not being paid for.

(Note: I am not asking for payment, just that I not be treated like a worker. The tradeoff for treating someone like a worker is that they get compensated for it. If I'm not being compensated, no one gets to treat me like this is my fucking job.)

It's a weird thing, because for a lot of people, fandom has become their job. Fanartists at cons selling fanart, youtube essayists making money off videos, professional cosplayers with sponsorships, etc. And so fandom is becoming more corporate, more capitalistic, more marketable. It's frustrating for those who don't want to capitalize on our fannish output, and doubly frustrating for people who are legally unable to do so.

I'm realizing as I write this that I'm most upset about the nonconsensual capitalization of fandom, particularly when imposed on people who are unable to access the very meager benefits of capitalism. I didn't ask for any of this!

Feels like when I'd be forced to go to assemblies for the US military when I was in high school. Like I'm morally opposed to all this but I'm also not physically fit for "service" anyway, so it's doubly insulting. I feel like I've been opted into the, ah, corporatization of fandom when I'm not even eligible for employee benefits. None of this should even apply to me! ;;

Okay!! I'm all het up now so I'm gonna go eat lunch and go for a walk! No monetization of hobbies, only trees.

#I need to go look at a tree lmao #just me #vent post #ask to tag idrk

[lanternlightss]

Yes yes yes please ramble I would love to hear! 🐝

bee i am hugging you so hard rn thank you for enabling me XD

putting it under a read more (again) because it might get a little long!

OKAY OKAY….. i am going to do their relationships because that’s what i have been brainrotting over today lol (also nb goes by they/them in this au ahsjsksksk)

so so so, to start with, how did nb (named cecil in this au lol) become an archon?

quite simple! venti overexerted itself during the fight against decarabian. when good ol deccy finally perished and the tower exploded, venti used all its energy to make a shield to protect its friends! so everyone lives!!!

unfortunately though this has very very bad consequences and cecil has to watch their little friend begin to fade. but before they finally pass, they transfer their energy to cecil, wanting to be with them rather then rejoin the wind.

so cecil becomes a candidate for the gnosis :). (please note i am completely bullshitting venti’s powers here. we have no idea what they could do as a wisp and i will be forever angry at that.)

celestia has…. a tense relationship with cecil. the only reason cecil took the gnosis was because “if no one else, i will” (i actually wanna make a comic about their receiving of the gnosis because wow! that’s a lot of angst!)

also cecil absolutely Despises celestia despite being a god now. they are very open about it, and that leads to celestia threatening them Quite Often. there are many times venti is almost taken from them, and once cecil almost loses the wings they have during a confrontation. (also wanna make a comic about this and will probably start one soon 👀👀).

okay okay now onto their relationships!

the red haired warrior (aka ragnvindr as we will call him XD) and cecil have… not so good a relationship. while ragnvindr understands the reason behind cecil’s decision to take the gnosis, he does not respect it. he’s terrified that the power will get to their head (when cecil is just Trying To Get Through It.)

so after making sure mond is up and running without any problems (amos and gunnhildr forced him to), he…. leaves. without saying goodbye.

gunnhildr and cecil have a. have quite the relationship. they are very very uncomfortable with the worship gunnhildr gives them and keeps their distance. she respects them a lot and would defend them like her life depends on it, and cecil is just…. not about that. they try to work it out but it does not succeed and their relationship remains “work only.” (cecil only comes to her for archon and mond stuff.) (although 👀👀 perhaps this changes at one point via amos intervention 👀👀.)

now amos!!! surprisingly, amos and cecil are very close! at first she was uncomfortable with the idea of another god, especially one that she had considered a friend or comrade beforehand. but seeing cecil is scrambling to adjust to normal life and archon life, she realizes that maybe…. this time can be different, and tries to help (in an awkward and subtle way lol.)

they become like siblings over time!!! cecil mostly comes to amos for a majority of things, and it’s rare to not see them hanging out in some way XD.

venti is still a little wisp in this au (surprise surprise! they aren’t still dead! cecil brought it back.) they become a little assistant to cecil, and even becomes the “leader” of the thousand winds (in reality cecil trusts venti the most out of the other wisps so when they ask venti to do something, the other wisps just follow their lead ansjsksk.)

after amos and gunnhildr pass, cecil goes into hiding for a while, and recedes into something of a hermit XD. the thousands winds keep them company and they all become good friends :’)).

cecil remains in hiding until venti forces him to go meet zhongli + the other archons, and the rest is history!

(also istaroth is quite interested in cecil 👀 she honestly didn’t expect they would become a god, and keeps trying to pick at their brain.

they are…. acquaintances? cecil tolerates her existence to an extent lmao.)

ahsjsksksk wow that is! a lot of words. i hope they make sense XDD

#again thank you sm for letting me ramble #this is one of my favorite au’s #also very important to this au: cecil is slowly dying bc their body cannot handle the gnosis #i imagine mortal bodies are much weaker compared to non mortal when it comes to god energy #although….. looks at collei and cyno #anyways!!!! i hope you like reading this AHSJKSSK #🐝 anon #lantern replies #should the winds be kinder au #<- name of the au

[hajihiko]

how would you rank the sdr2 kids in terms of how easy it would be for junko to turn them into ultimate despair?

Ooooh this is a fun ask I'm gonna take my time w this one see u when it's ready

This is not "everyone gets hypnotized" btw this is "everyone gets manipulated to shit" and also just mmy speculation

Nagito: already pretty radical in thinking, already showed how he'll play the bad guy to incite the good guys into action. Doesnt have a lot of years left so he could be convinced that this was the only way for him to ever see the world he wants to see in his own lifetime, by speeding up the process of despair-to-hope. Doing it for a "good" reason, totally believes the world will be a better place after all is said and done.

2. Mikan: long history of abuse, was I think supposed to be one of Junkos first, with Junko being the first person to be 'nice' to her? Would be somewhat easy to make her dependent on Junko's gross simile of love. She also wants power over people (to make sure they can't/ wont hurt her) so as soon as you dangle the possibility of her new and slightly less shitty life being taken from her, should she not cooperate, I think she'd fold easily. Also wow she does show some concerning tendencies.

3. Peko: If Fuyuhiko had already been gotten, she'd follow easily, at first maybe to make sure he's safe, but unfortunately I think that a despaired Fuyuhiko wouldn't be above manipulating or ordering Peko around, and she's already half-brainwashed by the Kuzuryuu family. She's proven that she can and will kill. I think if she perceived it as for other people's safety, she'd do it more easily. Follows orders.

4. Impostor: such a good person, but regrettably also super sad. At first I thought maybe they'd be very hard to corrupt, but considering how lonely and ghostly they are, it might actually be kind of easy to both give them access to a lot of disguises (easier to pretend to be someone who's super recently and secretly dead) and also a chance to figure out who they themselves are. Even if that person is a super cruel and evil one, I don't think that's an objection as long as it's a very present and dynamic personality (they did want to impersonate Byuakuya after all) that can be switched off and on at will.

5. Hiyoko: already has some sadistic tendencies and comes from a position of power, but not at all independent, also childlike way of thinking king so easy to mould. Superiority complex a bit. She doesn't like working with people though or taking orders, so she'd need something decidedly in it for her, like all the extra power and safety and ability to bully people.

6. Fuyuhiko: Raised with the idea that killing and violence is necessary and not that big of a deal, has proven that he's capable of murder under the right circumstance. If he's isolated from his family and Peko, it's probably easy to tap into his general anger. What gets in the way is how he doesn't usually want to involve 'civilians' in crime and is kind of a stickler for rules, so I think if he was convinced that the school itself sucked, and then the people behind the school, and then the government, by then he'd be powerful enough to just do whatever he (Junko) wants.

7. Gundham: not a huge fan of people and very isolated, I think maybe he could be got with Poison Ivy style radicalism? Like "look at how badly these people treat animals, its fine to treat them the same way" kind of. He's already got his own evil narrative, maybe wrapping the whole thing up in a fantasy would get him too. Go forth Actual Overlord of Ice, commit actual atrocities, you're such a tragic villain.

8. Akane: Kind of gullible and easily manipulated, also she loves fighting and proving herself so I think she can could be manipulated into like, Proving She's The Best by fighting more and more and being cheered on by people until it escalates into straight up murder. I think her family back home would be the biggest obstacle but those could be taken of.

9. Souda: generally pretty cowardly, maybe joining more out of self preservation than anything else. Maybe some real opportunities to make his mechanical dreams come true, get away from his dad & make some money, be the invincible punk he wants to be. Might also wanna impress people so if he got peer pressured by, say, Sonia, he'd be pretty gone I think.

10. Teru: Money, power and general lack of strong morals, also kind of cowardly? I think if he wasn't the first one, and saw how powerful all the villain-hopefuls are, he'd be likely to join out of self preservation like Souda (and the opportunity to make money for his mom and save his restaurant).

11. Mahiru: She's very responsible and against violence and murder, so I dont know that she'd ever really go that route, but she doesn't really need to be a killer herself. She *does* feel inferior to her mom the war photographer, and Junko is basically starting an apocalypse, and Mahiru states that a photographer should always be taking pictures even of upsetting things. So I think she'd be documenting everything while doing nothing to stop it, basically compliant through apathy and negligence.

12. Sonia: I kept thinking shed be more morally grey than she turned out to be, but no she's just actually a sweetheart. I guess her calling might just be getting away from her super strict royalty lifestyle and into the spooky grim occult stuff she likes? Like if she somehow tapped REAL deep into her fascination with morbid stuff, she might eventually take a very distant role commanding other people and just watching stuff unfold. Maybe expose her own country for some grim stuff so she loses patriotic faith?

(Peko would be here if Fuyuhiko wasn't already got, girl's loyal as hell)

13. Nekomaru: Listen he's an upstanding dude. I dont even know how he'd get got unless he already had an in with a student that was already corrupted, like Akane, so his protective nature could be abused. Maybe he could start out trying to make others see reason and then end up just kinda going along, idk.

14. Ibuki: Arguably the most well-adjusted? She's so independent and already knows who she is and what she wants, so I think it'd be most about giving her opportunities she could never get from anywhere else, and maybe keeping her in the dark about how destructive the concerts are at first? Maybe convince her it's super metal to have people die at your shows? Not sure tbh

I didn't count Chiaki bc I wasn't super sure about her character re: what's seen in the anime and what's seen in the game, and also not Hajime since he was kind of a special case in the first place (might speculate on him later though).

#Talky talky Tuesday #Talky talky #This was a fun ask to dally with ty

[whentommymetalfie]

A new chapter! And again such a long one! 😃

And - wow! - thank you for your detailed answer to my question. 😃 It's really interesting to hear how you approached this big story. I too think, that it's really important to be aware of each character and their development and to maybe write it down to keep track of everyone. One can tell you're doing this because the story has never lost its thread.

And I have to say: I think the same can be said for your Oneshots. Yes, each and every one is complete in itself, but so is the big picture. Due to the fact that I discovered them not so long ago, I was able to read them all in one go, so that they really seemed like many small scenes from yet another big story. Which was great! 😊

But now to the new chapter: Alfie!!! You wanna shake and hug him at the same time. But then you get to know the complexity of everything. At first you think: Just lie down, damn it, Alfie! It can only go wrong… But then reading your/his thoughts on the subject that Tommy will of course relate it to himself when Alfie is exhausted and as a result will not ask him for help again puts everything into perspective. As already described above: One can tell how much effort you put into it and the development of the characters, which makes them incredibly alive and deep! And of course it goes wrong... but luckily there’s Esther! ❤️ I'm really glad you decided to keep her in the story. She is so great! ☺️ And such a nice ending, even if you want to shake Alfie again so that he finally says what he thinks! Things are looking as if they miiiiiiiight get going uphill. 😀

Thank you for the chapter! I am excited for the next! 😊

Thank you for another incredible message! ❤️  And here’s a very late (and again, very long answer, bear with me) 

I’m very happy to hear your thoughts on my one shots in the wtma-AU, because writing for that AU was very different from these long stories, since they’re not written in chronological order. I wrote most of them based on requests, and sometimes I got a request for something that I thought would fit better earlier in the timeline, so I had to do some planning and thinking to make it feel cohesive. Though when I think about it now, I’ve always taken requests sort of ’in bulk’ so I did have a chance to plan them out and make them work in relation to each other. I didn’t have quite the overview I’ve had with Breathe Again and Home to you, but I’m glad they feel like one long story, because that’s always been the goal. (And just a little note for anyone who enjoys the wtma-AU, I actually might have a story planned out for that, because I re-read them the other day and realized how much I’ve missed writing for it, and a little idea came to mind. We’ll see what happens.)

But back to the current story: your kind words mean the world. Alfie slowly but surely wearing himself out is something that’s been in the works from the moment Tommy got injured and had to be taken to the hospital way back in the beginning. And in some ways from the very beginning of Breathe Again. But I’ve tried to portray Margate as this sort of safe haven, where they’d gotten into a working routine of sorts by the end of Breathe again and the beginning of Home to you, which helped Alfie (and Esther) to care for Tommy. And of course Tommy’s recovery has taken a toll after so much new trauma. Which is part of the core of Alfie’s current struggle, seeing so much of the progress gone, like they’re worse off than when they started. While he’s also grown to love him deeply, and that makes it all the more painful to witness, especially since he feels guilty for being unable to protect him. 

Right I could ramble on about that forever, so I’ll just wrap it up there. 

I’ve been struggling with the new chapter, but I’m working on it, and it means a lot to know you’re excited for the continuation. Thank you again for your kind message ❤️ 

#asks #❤️

[cheekykitsune]

Tempting Fate

Wow, so I wrote this, wayyyy back in 2020 and in the process of re-reading all of my old mafia Fatgum scenarios (To help an anon that messaged my tumblr asking about a certain scenario.) I came across this and thought ‘damn, I need to update the fuck out of this and put it on AO3.’

AND THEN, I thought 'hey, why not put it on tumblr too.'

Soo, here we are, and as always, make sure you comment what you think! Oh and here's the AO3 link, because if anything happens to the tumblr account, that's where my shit goes!

Cheeky Kitsune 🦊💋

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  In your mind, you were cursing yourself out something terrible. And with good reason, too. Not only had you been foolish enough to stay up until 5 a.m. again; but you had also been crazy, no, stupid enough to click on an Advertisement that should have screamed for you to stay the hell away from it rather than ‘click on me, it’ll be a great time!’.

  Three days. That’s how long it had been since you had tapped on a mysterious Ad and signed up for what had been described as ‘An unforgettable night in Heaven.’

  And now, you sat in your living room, with a palm-sized box on the small coffee table in front of you.

  You blamed your sleep-deprived state for having actually signed up for such a thing; but if you were being completely honest with yourself. It was a spur of the moment decision. You had tapped on the website out of curiosity at best, and then stayed for the quality of it.

  It was different from what you had expected. Instead of a badly-made, cheesy website that would give you the heebie-jeebies, it was strangely well designed. As if someone had actually taken the time to make it, with the goal of it turning into a legitimate and usable site.

  And so, because of that, you had clicked on the little link underneath the title of the webpage that had read; ‘Click here to sign up and get your match made in heaven.’

  All you had to do; was open the box. It was so simple. Easy.

  Yet here you sat, having an internal war with yourself as to whether you should open it or not. What made the situation more unbelievably silly is that you already had a good idea on what to expect within the box. There should be two things in it.

  The first, was a keychain. The second? An address.

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  “This is stupid…opening a box won’t kill me.”

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  With a deep, steadying breath you moved to sit on the edge of the couch; leaning towards the table while shaking fingers began to undo the strangely fancy bow that kept the box closed.

  From its appearance alone, you could tell that it hadn’t been delivered by your usual mailman; but it did your mind better to not question it. You didn’t need to know how the package had arrived on your doorstep, you merely needed to open the damned thing.

  The first thing to catch your eye, was the shredded pastel orange paper inside the box, hiding all other content from your hesitantly curious gaze. You had been expecting to find a keychain with a little card that had an address on it; not play hide-and-seek with an inanimate object.

  “Did they really need to cram so much of it in here?” You mumbled the question to yourself as you began to scoop the shredded paper out of the box, dropping it onto the coffee table somewhat messily; you could always clean it up later. Right now, you wanted to get rid of the anxious feeling developing in the pit of your stomach.

  You jerked your hand back when your fingers grazed against something fuzzy within the box, taking a moment to settle your nerves before reaching back into the box and pulling out one of the two things that you had been searching for. The keychain.

  It was a part of the website’s ‘7 minutes in heaven’ theme. Each of the available bachelors had a specific keychain that represented them and though you had no way of knowing just who your bachelor would be; the keychain served as proof that you had indeed gone through the appropriate website to be at the location.

  The keychain that you had found, was adorable. It was a small, fluffy chickling and you were already leaning towards actually attaching it to your keys. You had no idea who had selected this to represent themselves, but somehow, it made you feel a little less uneasy about meeting up with a stranger for a night of steamy fun.

  “Oh shit, the address…fuck, did they not send it?” You set the keychain down onto the table as you moved to keep digging through the shredded paper that was quickly turning into a job for the vacuum cleaner once you were done.

  You had already committed yourself to going through with this mentally, and now you were curious to find out what kind of man would choose a keychain so adorable after signing up to a website that used such an odd theme.

  And in order to find out who that was, you needed the address that didn’t appear to be inside the box that had been left on your doorstep. There was no slip of paper, no card, nothing with an address.

  There was only shredded bits of coloured paper.

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  “Damn it…come on, come on! I only just opened it, there’s no way I lost it”

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  You let out a frustrated grumble as you began to search through the pile of shredded paper that you had scooped out of the box in order to find the keychain moments prior; silently praying that there was a folded-up address amongst them. It had to be, because if it wasn’t, then you had no hope of going through with your choice.

  Despite your prayers, it seemed like you were out of luck. No matter how carefully you ran your fingers through the strips of paper, or moved them around; there was no address to be found.

  That is, until something caught your eye. Something so small and easy to miss, that you wanted to shout out in frustration.

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  “Those fuckers…”

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  You had no idea if it was the same for every box that was sent out to those that signed up to the website, or if it was perhaps some cruel joke played on you by the person that had packed the box that sat in front of you; but for some insane reason, the address that you had been so desperately searching for, was printed out on a few of the strips of paper.

  It wasn’t on all of them, and the paper strips were only just thick enough for you to be able to read the small writing on them; but the address that you needed to meet the man that would be fucking you senseless, was definitely there.

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  “Ah…wait, is that…”

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  You mumbled to yourself quietly, catching sight of another strip of paper with writing on it; only this one wasn’t an address. It was a date and a time. It made sense if you thought about it, otherwise you would just have to hope that you would meet the person that the keychain belonged to at the address.

  However, the problem was that the date on the paper was for today and the time, was for 8 p.m.

  You needed to start getting ready.

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  🦊  🦊  🦊

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  You gulped nervously as you walked up to the front door that you had been pacing near for the past ten minutes. The front door was the only thing that stood between you and the mystery man that would be ravaging you, if all went well, and to say that you were nervous would be the understatement of the century.

  Anxiety was a bitch at the best of times, it made it hard for you to get things done when you needed to; and while it was the reason that you had wasted time pacing outside of a house that you had never been to before now, it was also the reason that you had showed up early.

  So, the good thing, is that you weren’t running late. The bad, however? Was that you were having some rather troubling thoughts.

  At first, the discovery of the chickling keychain that sat snuggly in your palm had filled you with reassurance. Surely the man that had picked out such a sweet, adorable little thing like that couldn’t be a bad person.

  But after having some time to think it over, you realised that even if they had chosen something so adorable, you would still have to meet up in a building. Alone. You had begun to question what they were actually like. If choosing such a cute keychain had been some kind of twisted plan to lure previously nervous women into an unkind fate.

  Unfortunately for you, you hadn’t actually thought of that until you had arrived at the meeting place. Hence why you had been pacing around the front yard for ten minutes, well, closer to fifteen now. The empty street’s silence did nothing to help your nerves, or spiralling thoughts, either; instead, it made you wary. Concerned that if anything did go wrong; no one would be around to hear you.

  Making a last second choice to abandon such thoughts, despite your better judgement, you reached out for the door and gave three firm, loud knocks on the wooden surface. Refusing to chicken out at this point just because your anxieties were starting to get the better of you; you had made your choice and it was time for you to bite the bullet and meet your mystery man.

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  “About time. I was wondering when you would knock on the damned door.”

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  The door swung open mere seconds after you had knocked on it, the agitated grumble reaching your ears before your brain could properly process exactly what it was that you were seeing in front of you.

  Instead of a man. There was a giant standing inside the house. At least, that’s all you could really describe him as, given that the top of the doorframe appeared to only come up to the base of his pecs. Strangely well-defined pecs, you had to admit. The pale-yellow dress shirt that he wore clung to his body in a fantastically generous way; a healthy treat for your eyes that you could enjoy with the added bonus that he couldn’t see the way you were staring.

  It also, didn’t help that the sleeves of his shirt, were rolled up to his elbows. You weren’t quite able to describe it, but there was just something about a man wearing fancy clothes with the sleeves rolled up that did sinful things to your body.

  Was it normal? You had no idea. Did you care? Not even in the slightest.

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  “Oh? You’re pretty cute…I was wondering who had signed up for this sort of thing…but you’re definitely not what I was expecting…”

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  Your face flushed in embarrassment as you lifted your gaze up to his face, only just now discovering that he had leaned down enough to dip his head beneath the door frame; allowing himself to get a proper look at you.

  His lips began to twitch up into an amused grin while his golden eyes ran over your body slowly, making no attempt to hide the hunger within them as he finally met your gaze properly; observing you for just a moment longer.

  “Mm, definitely not what I expected at all…” His mutter had you opening your mouth to say something in return, but it closed seconds later; repeating the process a few more times until you were finally able to spit out some form of a sentence. Your mind no longer reeling from the discovery of the man that would certainly be balls deep in you soon enough.

  “You aren’t exactly what I was expecting either, you know? The advertisement never mentioned that the match made in heaven was going to be with a giant.” Your voice was quieter than you would have liked, but it was steady and you hadn’t stuttered. A fantastic start, given that your stomach was currently trying to eat itself due to your nerves.

  The blonde giant in front of you snorted out in amusement at your remark, stepping to the side so that you could enter the suspiciously empty-looking house. Sure, it had furniture. But it was the basics. The bare minimum. This was not a house that you would consider to be ‘lived in’.

  In fact, it reminded you of a display home that real-estate agents would use to show off the possibilities to their clients that owned nothing more than large, empty land.

  You could only hope that you weren’t breaking and entering. Oh, and also that he wasn’t going to murder you in this seemingly easy-to-clean house.

  “I’m not going to hold this door open forever, so if you’re going to back out…now’s the time.” His plainly stated words snapped you out of your thoughts before you could get too lost in them, a quick roll of his eyes accompanying you as you walked into the house with a hesitancy that clearly didn’t impress him.

  “So then, enlighten me little woman. What were you expecting, if not a giant?” Once the door was closed behind you, his large hand came to rest against the small of your back; gently guiding you through the house until you reached the bedroom. The room thankfully looking a little more used; with expensive sheets and blankets covering the large, probably custom-made bed.

  “I’m not actually sure…it was hard to picture someone to match…this” You held up the adorable keychain for him to see as you spoke, wandering away from the man and his overly warm hand; deciding instead to busy yourself with depositing your items onto a nearby empty table. Making sure that your mobile was on silent so that it wouldn’t end up interrupting the two of you; after all, the last thing you needed was for this night-time adventure to be ruined by an unimportant phone call.

  “But, I suppose if I had to say something, it would be that I wasn’t expecting some…mafia boss looking giant to be my match made in heaven” You allowed yourself a brief giggle at the description, a smile playing on your lips. You knew it was an impossibility, of course. There was no way that you had matched up with a mafia boss, but with how he was dressed; well, it was the first thing that had popper up in your mind.

  “I didn’t have time to change before I had to come here. I had originally planned to finish up early today, wanted to wind down before indulging myself…but plans change. I hope that isn’t going to be a problem for you.” His humourless words made your smile disappear as you threw a look of surprise over your shoulder at him; seeing that his lips were now pressed into a thin line, an air of complete seriousness surrounding him.

  You couldn’t help but wonder if you had hit a sore spot for him, but only briefly; it only took your brain a few seconds to process the meaning behind his words. The possibility that you had been paired up with a mafia boss now feeling a little too real.

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  “Um, well…no, I just…it was a joke? I was kidding…I think it suits you quite well, actually…”

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  Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as the compliment fell from your lips. Now that he had flipped the light switch on, you were able to get a better look at the giant; helping you to realise that yes. He did, in fact, look strikingly like some kind of mafia boss. Though, perhaps a little dishevelled; but that only served to make him appear more attractive than he already was.

  A fact that was completely and utterly unfair.

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  “It should. I do happen to be a mafia boss.”

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  He paused for a moment, approaching you until you were backing yourself up against the nearby wall; cornered with nowhere else to run. You could tell by the grin on his face alone that he was getting far too much enjoyment out of your reaction.

  “Taishiro Toyomitsu, at your…service. And, you are?”

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  “Way more turned on than I should be…”

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  The breathless mumble left your lips before you could stop it and had him laughing almost immediately afterwards; the rich sound making your legs feel like jelly while he ran a hand through his messy blonde locks.

  It seemed as though he found your brutal honesty to be amusing. Probably for the best, if this was going to work out.

  “Then I guess that means you really aren’t backing out.” His laughter died down into a quiet chuckle as he calmed himself down, his large hands moving to your hips mere moments before you found yourself being lifted up against his hips; a single step towards the wall from him keeping you pressed up against both it and him while he leaned down to trail a series of kisses down along your neck.

  “That’s good. I’d be annoyed if another person backed out just because of my job. Or my size.” He bit down on your neck as he spoke, making you gasp out in a mix of surprise and enjoyment; you hadn’t expected him to begin the night with such an action. But hell, you weren’t going to complain.

  “You never did give me your name though…”

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  “(Name)! Uh, it’s…(Name)”

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  Your face flushed as you moaned out your answer, arching your back when one of his hands dropped down to your arse; giving a deliciously rough squeeze and sending a bolt of electricity racing up along your spine from the contact.

  You hadn’t realised how long it had been since you were able to enjoy yourself like this, but suddenly, clicking on that Ad on your phone didn’t seem like such a stupid idea, after all.

  “What, too scared to give me your last name?” His voice came out in a low, near animalistic growl as he busied himself with the task of stripping you of your clothes; his hands hastily tugging and ripping at your clothes until they were laying in pieces on the ground beneath you. Completely ruined by his impatience.

  “Didn’t realise that you needed a last name from a one-night stand.” You narrowed your eyes as you spoke, eyeing off the scraps of clothing on the ground before lifting your gaze to meet his and quickly reaching up to tug at his hair harshly; anger flashing through you.

  You had gone to a lot of effort to pick out a nice outfit for the night. In fact, you had picked out one of your favourite outfits and he had been rude enough to destroy said clothes.

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  “Well, well…someone’s feisty. Don’t worry, come morning I’ll have fresh clothes waiting for you…granted, I won’t be here to appreciate them on you, but you won’t have to ride home naked in the car.”

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  You almost wanted to slap the cocky grin off of his face, but instead his words had caught your attention. Saving him the pain of being slapped down by someone so much smaller than him.

  “I didn’t come in a car…?” His eyes flashed at your words, a low husky chuckle spilling from his lips seconds before he was kissing you heatedly; immediately luring you into an enjoyable, oxygen-depriving kiss. Frustratingly addictive.

  “Two things, sweetheart. First, I’m a gentleman. I ain’t gonna send you walking home after fucking your brains out the night before…and second, if you ain’t careful, I’m gonna stick around in the morning and fuck you in the back of my town-car while I have one of my men drive us to your place!” Your head was spinning as he pulled away from the kiss, his tongue darting out to lick away the trail of saliva that kept your mouths connected; the sight more attractive than it should have been, or maybe it was the heated promise that he had just given you about tomorrow morning.

  Either way, none of that mattered to you. The only thing that you wanted right then and there, was for the giant of a man to give you a good fuck.

  No, scratch that, you wanted him to give you a great fuck, a fuck so mind-blowingly amazing that when the morning came, you would be unable to ever again question your sanity for clicking on such a suspicious Ad.

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  “You talk way too much for a mafia boss. You know that?”

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  You tugged on his hair firmly, pulling his head to yours in yet another heated kiss; making him groan out into it hungrily, his hips grinding up against your own and pressing his clothed erection flush against your already soaked folds. Uncaring about the stain that would surely be left behind, instead focused entirely on the relief that came from the action.

  “And you have too much fight in you for the timid little woman that couldn’t even knock on the damned front door” His words sparked something deep inside of you, whether it was anger or perhaps even defiance, you had no clue; but the next thing you knew, Taishiro was cursing and pulling his head back. A thin trail of blood running down from his lip, to his chin.

  A look of pure shock plastered onto his previously smug face.

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  “You cheeky little…”

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  He trailed off quietly, narrowing his eyes before stepping away from the wall; holding you against his body while making his way over to the large bed. Dropping you down onto the soft surface so that he could finally rid himself of his confining clothes; clearly uncaring if they wound up ripped or ruined like yours had.

  “I’ll ask you this once and if you lie to me, you’re going to be in a world of trouble.” Taishiro looked down at you through narrowed eyes, stripping away the last of his clothes as he spoke; his large cock standing proud and looking as if it was desperate for your attention.

  “Are you taking contraceptives? Or would you like me to put a condom on?” His question took you by surprise even though it shouldn’t have. The level of consideration feeling strange for a man that was going to fuck you and then never see you again.

  “I’m taking contraceptives…but you can wear a condom if you want, I’m not gonna stop you” Your eyes lifted to meet his gaze as you spoke; a brief squeal of surprise escaping you when he moved with an unexpected speed. Now having both your arms pinned to the bed above your head with only one hand while the other ran over your body slowly; appreciating the curves that you had to offer.

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  “I just wanted to settle that before I repay you”

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  You opened your mouth to question what he had meant by repaying you, but instead of words, a loud cry of surprise spilled free. His mouth closing around your previously unattended nipple, his hot tongue rolling the sensitive nub between his teeth and making you squirm from the suddenness of it all.

  “That lovely little bite you gave me…it’s been a long time since I’ve been so eager to get started” Your face flushed at his words as he lifted his head, the hand on your stomach moving to wipe away the remainder of the blood on his bottom lip; an all too sexy chuckle accompanying the action.

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  “I can’t even remember the last time someone was so bold after finding out who I am…you sure are something different, (Name).”

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  You whined out softly at the way your name left his lips in a low, attractive rumble. It wasn’t fair how good it had sounded coming from his lips and it most certainly didn’t help, having the tip of his large cock rubbing up along your slick-covered folds. He was teasing you with every little thing that he did and it was starting to get to you.

  “Could we maybe skip to the part where you fuck me senseless?” Taishiro raised an eyebrow as he slowly leaned away from your body, amusement flickering through his gaze before he gave a slow shake of his head. Clicking his tongue at your words. It seemed as though he was unimpressed with your lack of patience and your punishment, was a sharp slap to your thigh; one that had you hissing out a breath from the unexpected stinging sensation.

  “Really…I haven’t even begun to tease you yet and you’re already behaving like a spoilt brat.” He paused, moving his hand from your wrist only to pick up the tie that he had thrown to the bed before; using it to tie your wrists together and preventing you from moving as you pleased.

  Taishiro ignored your whined out protests with ease, resting his hands against your hips while rocking his own to a slow rhythm; dragging his now throbbing cock over your folds at a torturously unfair pace.

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  “You can’t even handle a little teasing…are you sure you can take me fucking you?”

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  You gave a scoff in response to his question, taking the opportunity to grind your hips down as best you could; letting out a pleased moan when his cock grazed up against your sensitive clit. It had felt much better than you were expecting and now the only problem was that it left you wanting more than he was ready to give.

  “Fuck, I can handle it. You just can’t seem to give it!” His jaw clenched at your mewled out words, the action making you gulp nervously; realising that you may have said too much now. You had only met the man a few minutes ago, but you were already pushing and poking at him until he was at the point where he would eventually snap.

  Certainly not your smartest decision in life.

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  “Really? We’ll see about that…I’ll give you what you want (Name)…but I’m not going to stop. I’m going to keep fucking you and using your body until I’m satisfied, and then, when I think I’m finished for the night, I’ll fuck you once more. Just to be sure. But if you give in, if you beg me to give you a break because you can’t handle it…I’m going to take you with me.”

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  Taishiro leaned down slowly until his forehead was resting against your own, his honeyed-gaze practically burning a hole through your soul while he tightened his hold on your hips; the last warning for the night that you would receive.

  A sign that you had definitely pushed the mafia boss too far.

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  “Do you understand me, (Name)? If you don’t back down and play nice like a good girl, right now, then you’ll be making a dangerous deal. You lose and you’re mine.”

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  You gulped loudly at his words, slowly moving your arms around his neck despite being unable to free your wrists; a stupidly confident grin tugging at the corners of your lips. You couldn’t be sure what was wrong with you in that moment, or even what was running through your head; having gone so far, yet not far enough.

  None of this was like you, but the mafia boss was beginning to bring out a whole new side of yourself, one that you had never experienced before now. And you liked it.

  “Are you so sure that means I lose? Taishiro…?” Those words were more than enough to push him over the edge, the challenge all too appealing to the usually secluded mafia boss. You had tempted him in ways you didn’t fully understand and he was all too eager to satisfy his needs amidst your offers.

  Within the next few seconds, Taishiro had buried every thick inch of himself inside of your welcoming body; stretching your walls around his cock while you leaned your head back and let out a cry of pure pleasure echo around the bedroom.

  This wasn’t like any of the other times that you had had sex. There was no build-up to a lacklustre pace that couldn’t get you off no matter how hard they tried; instead, once Taishiro was inside of you, he kept moving his hips. Using all the strength he had just to rock your body down into the mattress as he made good on his promise to fuck you senseless. Each harsh thrust of his hips causing him to hit against your cervix just enough to make you gasp and whimper out a moan; unused to the sensation.

  Taishiro’s head moved lower when you allowed your arms to drop back onto the bed, not having the effort nor the mental determination that it would take to keep them around his neck; instead, wanting to succumb to the bliss that he was able to so easily overwhelm you with.

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  “What’s this? Are you throwing in the towel? Already?”

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  You arched your back as he taunted you, his hot mouth closing around your other nipple and allowing his tongue to drag over it roughly; moments before he bit down on it. Not nearly enough to hurt you, but certainly with more force than you had been expecting.

  His name spilled past your lips as you cried out before you could stop it, your high-pitched whines encouraging the rough treatment that he was showering you with. It was a cruel, yet completely acceptable fate. You couldn’t deny that you loved it. In fact, you could faintly make out the quiet mumbles that came from your lips; begging and whining for more every chance you had.

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  “Oh, look at you…you’re taking this a lot better than I expected (Name)…”

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  Taishiro pulled his mouth away from your nipple as he spoke, giving it one last lick to soothe the stinging pain that had settled in while he continued to thrust his hips with a harshness that you had never before imagined possible. He let out a low groan at the way your body clenched around him tightly, the spontaneity causing his hips to jerk uncontrollably for a few moments.

  He was positive that the size difference between the two of you was going to be his undoing in the end. He was over eight-foot-tall and though he wasn’t as large as he used to be, he was still a fairly thick-bodied man.

  Not only that, but it was surprising to him that you were able to take his dick as well as you were; most women took one look at him and would back out right then and there. But not you, no, you had stayed and now you were taking his cock deep into your body; begging him for more without even realising it.

  He wasn’t complaining though, not by a long-shot. If anything, the one thing he would complain about was the possibility that he wouldn’t be able to see you again after tonight, let alone fuck you again.

  Your moans and cries of pleasure dragged Taishiro away from his thoughts and back to reality, making him away of just how much your body was squeezing down around his cock; he was positive that you had to be close. Fuck, he was close. He could feel it in the way that his hips struggled to keep up the pace that had felt the most natural to him.

  He was glad that you were taking the pill, because he was certain that he was about to fill you to the brim with his hot, sticky cum. Yet at the same time, he didn’t want to finish first.

  Not after everything he had said to you.

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  “Come on, (Name), cum for me…scream out my name…!”

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  Taishiro leaned down to press his face against your neck as he groaned out the words loudly, his hips bucking hard as your body arched up against him; his name leaving your lips in a loud, bliss-filled cry of pleasure and though it wasn’t a scream, it was damned close. More than close enough for his standards. He had to admit it. He was proud, knowing that the reason your body trembled so relentlessly beneath him was because of an orgasm that he had caused you.

  It wasn’t long before Taishiro was groaning out your name loudly, his teeth dragging over the soft flesh of your neck roughly while he buried himself as deep inside of you as he could; grinding up against your cervix mercilessly as thick spurts of his hot, sticky cum filled you to the brim.

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  “Fuck…”

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  Taishiro let out a deep groan as he pushed himself up slowly, his lidded golden gaze reflecting your own hazy, lust-filled eyes. Not only could he already feel yet another round building within him simply from looking at your dishevelled appearance; but he could see that you still craved more of his touch.

  Oh, how bad the mafia boss had it for you despite the fact that you were just a stranger to him; previously meant purely for letting off some long built-up tension.

  “…Round two?” He laughed at your breathlessly spoken suggestion; his own breathing not quite as steady as it should be for someone with his stamina. It appeared as though that he had gone a little overboard and lost himself in his enjoyment of your body.

  “Yeah, round two…I told you I wasn’t gonna stop until you beg me to…”

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Hi Maiji! My Lenormand question: what could I do to spark some creative energy when I feel like I'm running on fumes with all my projects?

Numbers: 8, 32

Thank you for this question, I really feel this in my creative and multitasking soul! Also, I know you're familiar with this deck and its symbols already ❤️ so you may have some thoughts once you see the cards pulled, and again some of these ideas are likely not totally fresh or new. But hopefully there are some ideas that may shine today under a new light, and be helpful in some way!

#8 was The Mice, and #32 drew the Key!

The Mice can represent things, often little things, that eat away at us, steal our resources (energy?), wear us down. Meanwhile, The Key can be a sign of something that needs our attention.

For anyone reading this, this is an example of a case (that can come up quite a bit, to be honest) where the cards drawn don't seem - at first glance - to provide a path to answers as much as they seem to be simply describing the situation or problem you already know. Which can initially be like "Wow! Amazing! Such immediate relevance!" but then the next feeling can be, "OK, that's great that it's obviously reflecting my issue/concern back at me, but what can I do about it?"

In instances like this, I personally find it helpful to remember: the reason it may seem so stunningly relevant in describing the issue at hand is because of ourselves. It's so clear to us because it's what been weighing on our mind, possibly blocking us from seeing solutions. So the next part is where it gets trickier - and funnily enough in the context of this question, calls on us to stretch our creative muscles to dig deeper. To hunt for potential insights, to try to look at things from different angles. Which, as an activity in and of itself, can sometimes be helpful just to get you going in terms of considering something else, and then to start noticing those things and those opportunities as you go throughout your day.

The Key can also represent a key. A solution, or a missing piece to unlock a puzzle. I wonder if we can look again at the symbols and associations of The Mice to find some ideas, or at least something to help us shift our perspective.

The Mice can also represent things that need to be repaired/fixed - something to be taken care of. Maybe the Key is pointing out that if these things can be addressed, that could be a solution - hopefully something more long term than a band-aid. Some other thoughts:

Mice are small but numerous, and sometimes it feels like our problems are that way too, that they keep growing and proliferating and building up.

But is that purely the domain of negative things? Could positive things not do that too?

Is creativity only something that can be done in massive sustained bouts? Is creative energy only something that exists in giant fireworks? Or can our creative sparks and moments and work also be like little mice? A little nibble here, a little nibble there. Letting all the little things build up and gnaw at what may seem like an immense pile over time, and recognizing that there's power in that too.

Maybe they'll hit a tipping point and snowball, but if not could this be workable too?

Perhaps we can look at how we are tackling our projects - not just from the tasks we are doing, but the emotional investment we are pouring into them. Can we ease the power, passion, focus? Not that this means diluting it, but spreading it out and being gentle with ourselves (as the very cute small furry creatures we can imagine ourselves to be), so that we don't burn out?

In my overview document, I note that the meaning of the Mice cards in Lenormand is rooted in a particular perspective. In Chinese culture, rats and mice are seen much more positively. There's a reason the first sign of the Chinese/Eastern zodiac is a rat/mouse! It's a clever creature that can size up the situation and untie tricky knots. Actually, as you may know, the way the rat/mouse got into first position was through a bit of offloading of work. Depending on the version of the story, the approach varies, but usually it tricks or piggybacks off of the efforts of another animal. Not saying that I'm condoning cheating or tricking other people, but I wonder if there are things you could do to "trick" yourself into being able to feel like you're making more progress, to make "work work" feel more creative or support/feed creative labour and be more fun, or assessing the work so that something you're doing could be used for/to further multiple projects.

And the ability of mice to hoard things is also seen as a positive - creating an abundance of wealth, maybe storing up an abundance of ideas that you can return to later. Or just recognizing maybe we need to save for that rainy day when it comes to our creative energy as well. If you need to rest, recognize that too.

Earlier I mentioned the Key can represent a missing piece. If we took that idea literally, and extended it to an actual puzzle - a game - is some kind of diversion in order? Our brains do a lot even when we're not actively thinking about a project. From personal experience, I've definitely had a lot of times where I just took a "vacation" - stopped working on something, let the juices percolate in my subconsciousness and the seeds sprout without me constantly working the soil... and then one day it manifests, and I'm at it again with refreshed insight, inspiration and enthusiasm.

One last thought - rereading my overview document, I notice I commented that "ancient Chinese keys are pretty utilitarian and mundane looking". It does remind me of my own feelings about how creative work can feel like a slog when you're doing it, and sometimes that is the reality that I cannot escape from. But I also reminds me I can be practical about that - after all, the key is in my own hands. If everything I turn to is becoming 100% a slog, that's probably a sign that this is not sustainable. At the very least, a good nap is probably in order, and perhaps a bigger break or a reset of some sort.

I hope there was something to spark an idea. Sending you a lot of good wishes for creative energy!

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[sflow-er]

Good morning Sflow :)

For the ask game I'd love to hear your thoughts about these two, if you feel like answering (no pressure though!):

🍭why did you start writing?

🌿how does creating make you feel?

Thank you. Wishing you a lovely day! <3

Good evening, friend 💛

I saved your ask for last because these are both really deep questions, and I've actually spent a lot of time reflecting on them today, especially the first one. So, exactly the kind I'd expect from you, and they deserve the kind of rambling personal answers you know to expect from me.

I'll put a cut here to make it easier for people to scroll on if they aren't interested, but of course anyone who is interested is welcome to read my answers!

🍭why did you start writing?

I guess the short answer is, as a creative outlet. But there is also a very long answer, as I've started writing several times over the course of my life.

On the first time, I started for my little brother. We played a lot of imagination games when we were kids, and I wanted to expand on those. We had an imaginary world with about two dozen characters but could only play a few of them at the same time, the stories were 'lost' when the game ended, and I had too many ideas anyway. So I started drawing and writing some of them down. This first phase went on from age 9 to 14 or so.

On the second time (overlapping the first), I started for narrative closure. A video game that I was completely obsessed with had a sad ending, so I wrote another. It was fun, so I went on to another story I wanted to continue, characters I wanted to expand on, and so on. I wrote most of these in my English notebook, for which I also got extra credit and feedback from my English teacher.

After a couple of years of just writing in my notebook, I discovered that I was doing a thing called fan fiction, and there were places to put it online. So I started doing that. Eventually, I got an original idea, and I wrote a story of about 50k and even started a sequel. This second phase lasted from age 13 to 19/20.

Then I started at uni. Life got in the way, and my creativity was gone. I never finished the sequel, and even when I eventually got obsessed with a new piece of media and tried to write something for it, I just couldn't get anything coherent down. I eventually took down all my old fics too, thinking that chapter of my life was closed for good. This phase lasted until I watched Young Royals at the age of 33.

On the third time, I started as an outlet for my suddenly reborn creativity - and my still very fragile ace identity. I found the rich world of YR incredibly inspiring and wanted to continue the story (as we didn't even know if there would be an S2). I also really wanted to contribute something to the fandom that was growing around it, but I didn't have the confidence or the ideas to focus on Wilmon.

Well, as luck would have it, there was a veritable blank slate of a minor character who would be perfect for a canon expansion and even gave me a vague ace vibe for some reason. And if I made him asexual, well, figuring out how he felt about various stuff would be a good excuse to work on myself on the side. I wasn't sure if I actually had the guts to make that part of his characterisation visible in the fic, and he'd have to be very different from me as I never liked self-inserts, but yeah. That could be interesting.

I'm still in this third phase, although the self-reflection has taken a backseat now.

🌿how does creating make you feel?

It's hard to describe. One part of it is just plain relief, because it gets to a point where you really just need an outlet for all the creative energy. One part is this huge sense of accomplishment and satisfaction over seeing the thing you imagined and planned come together. It was just something you cooked up in your head, and now it's out there, making sense. Or at least being its own aesthetic/artistic entity. Either way, you did it, wow.

And of course one part is the joy of knowing that people enjoyed something you made and/or it touched them. I had sort of forgotten about that while I wasn't writing, and I'm very grateful to have experienced it again.

Thank you again for these wonderful asks!

Ask list for reference.

#prompted personal disclosure #ask game #writing ask #fic writer asks #fic writing #scatteredpiecesofme #ace fic

[yoinkschief]

now do it again with adventure time and its related medias

You don't know what you're doing to me yOU KNOW I JUST FINISHED THAT SHOW YOU ASSHOLE !!!

Fuck, I don't even know where to start with it really, it hasn't festered in my brain long enough to accumulate the agressive love that I have for things like the M(arkiplier)CU and Eddsworld, but truly it's getting there

It's one of those shows I went into thinking "I'm gonna watch this so I know what's happening in Fionna and Cake :3" and came out of it actually crying over the finale that shit was so good

The show was NOT a kids show and I don't at all regret waiting until now that I'm an adult to watch it, it handles topics surprisingly very seriously, like the idea of finding out who you are as a person and what it means to be alive in a world we don't actually understand

Watching that show I thought Marceline and Bubblegum was a last minute thing the show runners thought of with how it was framed to me when their kiss happened in the finale, how I was told about it was from people with homophobic values and incel like behavior but at the time I didn't think of it as anything to write home about, I saw it as just another show trying to have last minute queer representation, a rushed "THEY WERE GAY THE WHOLE TIME!" moment

But watching the show, seeing their first interaction together, truly it clicked that it WAS planned from the beginning, the way that PB had explained that yeah ofc she kept Marcy's shirt, it meant a lot to her, the way that up until that point and even way after, they haven't blushed at anyone else - maybe embarassing things, but not something sweet and meaningful like that, only to each other

And when I learned about Finn having a crush on PB it was, again, before I watched the show from people who were young at the time and naive, explaining it as their OTP or "a really cute will they won't they" and watching the show, seeing how it was explicitly said that PB was too old for Finn, how PB never lead him on or even tried to give him the impression she was into him, just Finn being a kid and having a crush cause he likes women and is friends with one, trying to figure out how hormones works as he goes through puberty, it's crazy I love how the show handles relationships

Like Flame Princess and Finn's relationship - WOW, like actually WOW, I vaguely remember watching some episodes of Adventure Time in my youth but nothing substantial, like I watched some from the first few seasons and then I remember hearing and seeing talk of FP and Finn's breakup and the aftermath of it, but not much of it actually happening, and last thing I remember is the "Elemental" arc and being really intruiged by it but never being able to watch it

But the way Finn later properly apologized to FP ? How he feels guilty all the way up until FP forgives Finn for properly apologzing ? That was so rewarding to watch, the writers really care about it's characters, it truly shows

But, I also wanna infodump about what I'd mentioned in my tags of the Markiplier rant, how I made the connection between The Cask of Amontillado and Season 9, Episode 14 of Adventure Time, because I think that was one of my biggest brain moments I've had in a while

I'm too lazy to rewrite it all out though having just written TEN THOUSAND WORDS SO instead I'm just gonna copy and paste what I wrote to my partner about it (who loves the Cask of Amontillado, too :) I really love Poe's work fuckkk)

In the episode beforehand we see Fern (Grass curse version of Finn) struggling with the fact that he, being made from Finn's time loop self preserved in a sword that was then taken over by the curse of Finn's old grass sword, is different than Finn himself

He believes that since he shared all of Finn's memories and is a version of Finn (again, time looped version of Finn from Prismo's plan B shenanigans which if you're confused or curious about I would gladly explain) he is no different than Finn but still feels like he's falling short and losing to Finn, like he's a lesser version of him (having naturally violent tendencies, being in Ooo while Finn was away and failing to protect it from the "Elements" arc, failing to win against Finn in even rock, paper, scissors after a series of draws, etc.)

So he decides he's going to take over Finn's life and become "the only Finn", in his words -which I wanna also talk about because that was dropped at the end of EP 13 (the one before the last episode, 14)

When Fern says "the only Finn", Finn says out loud "uh.. yeah. But that's a weird thing to call me" which shows that Finn truly believes Fern to be a different person than himself, which brings me to a conflict that happened in EP 14 where Finn and Fern are in this dungeon together and Finn stops to bring up his appreciation for Fern and feeling a close bond with him (already thus insinuating that Finn believes him to be separate because why would he bring this up if he thought of Fern as a different version of himself, there would be no reason because their similarities are a given, but I think Finn going to an entirely separate reality (Farmer Finn reality) and seeing a wildly different version of himself made him realize that just because he is Finn, he's not Finn, if that makes any sense)

Finn goes: "Hey, Fern! Wait up! Hey, I just wanna say that, it's really cool that you're in to this stuff, y'know? That we have so much in common! It feels almost like we're real brothers, right? Or.. even closer!" and this causes Fern to pause

Finn is very heavy handed with the whole "found family" thing, equating people he's close to as either his family member or a romantic interest later turned friend but still very close to his heart (as with Jake and now Fern being called his brothers, though Jake more literally as they were raised by the same parents, and BMO and Nepter his and Jake's sons as they both raise them and are wildly different in age or at least implied age, and PB and Flame Princess though those have wildly different things I'm not gonna get into but was handled extremely well)

But Ferm took it less as Finn seeing him as someone detached from him and who just so happens to have the same interests as him in the same way that Jake does to Finn making fun of him for being just another version of Finn and seeing himself as just that

Even MORE fucked up is how they got here in the first place in one of my favorite ways to torture someone mentally: Hiding in plain sight

End of EP 13, when Fern gives the line "the only Finn", we see that he's able to shange his grassy self into Finn's human body, and earlier in the beginning of EP 14 we see Finn talking to Jake, Nepter and BMO, all of the inhabitants of the house who are all talking about going to the market to buy a replacement trumpet for Jake who's trumpets keep mysteriously breaking (BMO is quick to give in to the guilt of this and apologizes for being the destructor of the trumpets before Finn and Nepter pull an "I'm Radio Rebel" on them)

But what we see when they leave is that Finn is actually Fern and has convinced Finn that he's able to "shapeshift" as a new ability, and shape shifted as Finn specifically to play a prank on the others. Come to find out when Fern and Finn are dungeoning, Fern plans to leave Finn in that dungeon room in the most beautiful interpretation of Cask of Amontillado I've EVER seen

Let me elaborate

In the Cask of Amontillado we see Montressor literally lead Fortunado to his death and even show it to him and TELL him about it Sure he tricked him into going along with it, but Fortunado is still confused as to why Montressor would be blocking him inside his own tomb despite having willing walked into it after repeatedly being shown Montressor's hand, his cards, his knife, whatever you wanna call Montressor practically showing him the weapon he was going to murder him with

And in EP 14 it's driven home FURTHER by the fact that Fern LITERALLY WALLS FINN'S ONLY EXIT OFF WITH STONE AFTER FINN WILLINGLY WALKED IN UNDER THE GUISE OF IT BEING A TREASURE ROOM

Fuck's sake the parallels are INSANE, I high recommend watching the on screen play of Cask of Amontillado and then EP 14 of Adventure Time because the parallels are incredibly similar Like to the point where Fern pushes out a brick in the same fashion that Montressor left out a brick to talk to Fortunado one last time before resealing the hole up and walking away from the cask

If that's really confusing, I had to explain to them AT lore because they don't watch it and also I didn't reread it when I was writing it, I wrote it in a frenzy cause that's genuinely one of my favorite episodes now so sorry for any spelling mistakes

Also I'm literally obsessed with Fionna and Cake's intro, I don't know why but THAT SCRATCHES THE BRAIN SO GOOOOOD FUCKK

like truly I'm thinking about it and it won't go away

Also L + ratio + bozo to people getting upset with Marshal Lee being black despite in canon Marceline's mom was black so really all it did was confirm Marceline's dad was black coded and she's not mixed

ALSO I LOVE DONALD GLOVER WHY DID ANYONE THINK HE WASN'T BLACK ??? I mean I know that the VA doesn't determine the race of the character, but I mean COME ON

But I will never forgive the writers for naming Prince Bubblegum "GARY"

what is he a SNAIL who lives in a PINEAPPLE under the SEA ?

#jay talk #jay answers #Adventure Time #Fionna and Cake #I'm not quite sure what else to tag this #rant ? #I mean definitely a rant #shran's evil and trying to bring out the best within #werewolf under a full moon style #ripping off my shirt

[kendrixtermina]

The „passions“ as specific experiences

I hadn’t put these on tumblr & it occurred to me that I probably should

After consuming a lot of books, videos, first-hand accounts etc, I’ve come to the conclusions that the „passions“ are in fact rather specific combinations of thoughts & emotions than in theory anyone could experience, but which the types for whom it’s the main issue experience quite powerfully & get chased about the landscape by.

Perhaps it’s better let’s use the term „lower emotional habits“ to get away from judgy religion sin talk. nowadays a lot of therapists like to use labels like "counterproductive" or "unhelpful" to avoid ppl internalizing anything in a judgy way.

Now I love a good cardinal vices gimmick & we could have a nice long interesting talk about how the trope has been taken up in Japanese media & there interacting with the cultural background of buddhism, but I think in this case Ichazo’s desire to fit his list of observed „chief features“ (which he derives from simply sorting ppl by what annoys them the most; it will surprise no one to learn that he was an 8...) trying to fit it into the gimmick created a bit of confusion potential like you always gotta explain that „oh, its meant in the old english or latin sense of the term“.

Plus my inner pedantic art critic is a bit salty that they didn’t think to use Despair (the 8th deadly sin in orthodox christianity) for the 6 to complete the set of slightly confusing terms.

So I’m thinking, let’s get some specificity in here & try to compile what it actually, concretely is based on experience reports, just for specificity’s sake & to perhaps help ppl with their self-observation.

1 – frustration with things not being how they should or could be. Some are actually pretty conscious about how this motivates them to work hard & always do better, but it can also turn to stress & resentment or being aggrieved that reality isnt utopic

2 – that hit of gratification when someone says „Wow, I couldn’t have done it without you.“ Not that unlike with the 3, this isn’t just about good regard in general, but about having special significance to particular ppl. being tempted by the idea of being "indispensable"

3 – ppl report rather strong gratification when they’re admired/ praised, but also that they can be too focussed on what they „should“ be feeling/performing in such a situation that little attention is left over for their actual feelings or preferences.

4 – negative comparison. But not just or not necessarily of the self with others, but also general ‚if only…‘ scenarios, wishing things had gone differently, lamenting past losses, imagining better alternate scenarios, or even just against ones own idea of how one should be.

5 – the kneejerk refusal. That sometimes quite hostile ‚eugh, no!‘ kinda feeling when you’re suddenly talked at, asked to participate in something or even contemplating a task that you „have“ to do. Sometimes there’s a spike of dread, like ‚oh no what will I have to do now?!‘ or ‚It‘s too much, I can’t.‘

6 – that thing where as soon as you get settled on an idea, or encounter the slightest sugestion of another possibility, you immediately go ‚...but what if I‘m mistaken??‘ or ‚...what if it all goes wrong?‘ and the building anxious charge that sometimes comes with it.

7 – It’s a thought pattern where you just *must* have or do this one additional thing & feel like if you did have it then you’d finally be happy – but often you may just start craving the next thing. The LaHue guy has a very evocative video on this where he describes it as almost like the world curving and all paths twisting towards whatever Must Be Had. Implicit here is some anxious assumption that if you didnt get it that would be really bad.

8 – A tendency to amp up the intensity when encountering obstacles or opposition to one’s pursuit of pleasure and goals, be it interpersonal conflict or just „conquerring“ the stains on the floor. The difference to the 7 thing is that the 7 would be content if the nice things just fell in their mouth whereas for the 8 there’s some ‚thrill of the chase‘, anxiety or anger or even pain gets registered as positive excitement, so it has almost a little bit of a self-destructive component. What is being craved is not just gratification, but a sense of triumphing over obstacles.

9 – this is one of the harder ones to grasp, cause it’s less ‚active‘ in a sense. It’s when you’re thinking of doing something for your own development, like going after a goal, stating an opinion, drawing attention etc. and at the first serious obstacle you’re like, ‚ah, screw it, it‘s not really worth it’. Not worth the effort or the ruffled feathers or the discomfort in thinking about it, or whatever it is.

Yeah it’s not being lazy and it’s not „avoiding instrospection“ either – though it might be avoiding thinking about particular things that are to do with your goals, impulses and wishes and have discomfort associated.

What I find really interesting is how some types are built around chasing highs whereas others are rather structured around reacting to something unpleasant.

Note also that for the impulse types its a response to an obstacle to your will, for the feeling types its to do with self-evaluation, and for the mental types there’s a quality of tension to it, of fearing a bad consequence.

Like, for example, the 9 one - Of the common analogies inertia is probably the best, like a little rock rolling back into the valley if it wasnt pushed with enough force to overcome the hill.

The 1 will just stubbornly keep rolling gravity be damned and will argue that the stupid hill shouldn’t be there, the 8 will push the rock extra hard on the second attempt and send it flying…. Seeing the structure yet? Its really cool… even if it a map of what’s ruining our lives.

You can derive the triadic characteristics from this, 9 gives up but also tries to be ok with its current situation, 8 goes boom! But pursues what it wants…

Or with the heart types – 2 is chasing a feeling of positive self-evaluation (& trying to get it from others), 3 is proactively assuming a particular way of being evaluated that works for the situation, 4 is reacting to a negative self-evaluaton.

My latest attempt to get control of my life consists of mentally labelling the voice that says „No, no, I dont wanna, fuck you“ as my Inner Goblin and as the one that’s like „I can’t! I can’t! It’s too much!“ as the Inner Victorian Maiden in an attempt to maybe take them less seriously or remind myself inerrogate the soundness of their claims. They’re very persuasive sometimes tho, it can feel like a survival threat, this is all pretty deep-rooted automatic shit.

If it was wholly illusory, it would be too easy – sometimes I really don’t wanna or really can’t, so the trick is in distinguishing rather than kneejerk defaulting.

Same goes for the others, probably – enjoying being praised, for example, isn’t always bad. If you got it fairly & didn’t twist yourself into no painful contortions to get it, why shouldn’t you enjoy it?

So there’s the complicatedness.

#enneagram #typology

[starry-nocturne]

★ announcements

SOOO! Guess who is back as full blown graduated adult with a bachelor's degree under her belt ✌ And a serious lack of sleep. And pretty darn sick. Oops.

Not to get nostalgic here but this blog has been around since 2017, back when I was in highschool, so being able to say I've survived uni is... kind of a great feat on its own? I recently realized that Ryo has been around for more than 8 years and wow. Isn't that a big number.

Anyways! Now that I have more time I'll slowly go back to doing stuff in here. Hopefully. I really don't want to say anything like "this time I'm definitely doing this thing" because people who have known me for a bit know my motivation is prone to fluctuate a lot </3

So, if I manage to find the motivation and the missing energy, I'd like to:

Work on sprites. Pretty sure I'll fix the last ones I showed here since they're only missing expressions. Not a quality I'm that convinced with but I want to use some art that's my own >< I'm already working on new ones tho,, I also want to work on more art that's not only 5 minute doodles but that will probably take a bit longer...

Writing of some kind. I mean yeah. I've been beating around the bush for years now but even if it's just drabbles and short fics I want to start putting out all my ideas and concepts. Especially lore decisions I've taken that are very relevant to the story and I,, haven't mentioned. Also a route. Two routes, one per blog (at least). I would also like to work on a couple of AUs that been eating my mind for years now <3

More original characters stuff. Who close friends and/or old followers might know about because I literally cannot shut up about all the OCs I have for this series but at least making some sort of profiles so people don't go ??? when I mention a million new names. I think that'd be great

More Mizuki. Yes this is an actual point in here because she needs more attention and I love her dearly. No one told me handling two blogs would be so complicated oof

Update rules, organization etc. Make the blog(s) a bit more user friendly, cohesive and fix the masterlists ^^

But most of all I want to interact with people here ;; I need to think about how to go about it because I have severe social anxiety and reaching out to people is. Awfully hard TT I'll probably make a post in the future so mutuals who are interested feel free to keep an eye out? 🙏 My DMs are always open too!

Anyways, thank you for supporting this messy blog for so long >< <3

#misc; txt #i was really excited to start working on things as soon as i finished uni but #i really haven't left my bed in more than a week ahaha #i'm slowly getting better and i appreciate that so much TT #extra info for the day: did you know ryo's bday is on august 12th #every year i lie to myself and say THIS is the year where i'm making bday art..... let's hope this is really the year aaaa

[icharchivist]

the ssr epilogues! i actually did stumble into one of these by accident—when you mentioned tsuzuru’s SSR had mizuno’s letter in it I mistakenly assumed that the story associated with the card would contain the contents of the letter? so I ended up watching that. it was very sweet and nice. now, seeing nocturnality I wonder if all of these have the characters like sort of transported to the play/real world? it’s interesting. i STILL have questions abt the vampire hq tho (unless i missed smthing?). but anyways the WAY kota describes his and reo's relationship to azuma as “you… look like a friend of mine. he took care of me for a long time, so just think of this as me paying it forward” LIKE THE MEANING INHERENT IN ALL OF THAT!!!! like the way reo is draining his blood and everyone thinks that reo is a freeloader or leeching off of him and kota is the only one who understands it differently. the way that here when azuma gets attacked, he jumps into action and saves him! which is a reversal from before where he’s just there helpless… it was also sooo lovely how all of winter troupe was worried abt azuma, and the little differences between kota and tasuku and how azuma prefers tasuku as he is... its so nice. and then the way it went back to kota finding that he had more food than usual and he understood it to be reo? the way that reaffirmed his committment to finding him? sooo good. tasuku's backstage was also so funny. "how could you put garlic in the steak omi! its seriously dangerous to hisoka and azuma!" like i love how its just like. he takes all his concern for those two and channels it thru a "seeing them as vampires" lens but does not once think abt like. wow what if they are dangerous. so in character of him to be that way. also,,, ty for the note abt that winter troupe fight with azuma and tasuku! i had blocked most of it out of my memory bc i avoid conflict lol but thats such a good point.

the events in general are also soooo worth it for me... like, I feel they give me a much better understanding of all the characters, particularly ones I hadn't thought abt for a lot. like even the first two play events, i felt like that was rly what got me invested in itaru, and same w/ kazunari for sardine search. that especially... with operation campgrounds and sardine search i feel like i reallllly began to like get a better sense of what he was abt and feel more attached. overall theyre like sooooo worth it though like wow. like as you say, with the stranger onward they just do not pull their punches in terms of what they do... like, I could see skipping some of the multitroupe events, but the event plays? they genuinely feel inextricable from the main story. so absolutely ty for helping me experience them! if i was playing on my own I wouldn't have known about it at all. there's... six more events to go before act 2 i think? so that'll be fun. i may try to speed thru them a little since i dont think i'll be in for quite as much emotional devastation, yknow?

WAOHOO glad you could get around to read those!! BUT YEAH MAN i love the Nocturnality epilogue, the way Kota and Azuma talk about the two they care for is woooohhhh. I loved to see Winter worrying for Azuma and the way Tasuku worries especially is just, muah and YEAH this idea that Kota is still looking for Reo and that Reo still drops by to do things for him which still gives him hope… these two…. I feel like it works very well as the epilogue since, we continue from Tasuku's add libbed determination and show us that it's not all lost for them, they still will find a way back to each other eventually. man. BUT YEAH TASUKU'S BACKSTAGE STILL KILLS ME. the whole way he gets angry at Omi still KILLS ME it's so funny. And yeah, he's so deep into his role he could have taken the whole vampire thing anywhere but instead it was just, protect and lvoe them and HOW DARE not adjust for them!! it was so good And you're welcome about that, the Azuma/Tasuku's fight means a lot to me since it's a set up to just how far they've come when Nocturnality ends, it makes me unwell, i always have to remind of it

i'm SO glad you're enjoying the events sobs!! I totally agree, i think even at the start it gives you even more stuff to be invested. The mainstory chapters tend to do an overview of each character and focus on the bond of the troupe as a group, while the event gives more individual focus which really ends up being so rewarding in terms of how to care for the characters. But yeah, some multi troupe events could be skippable because there's less weight in them, but the event plays are chokeful of character development it just wouldn't work without it. It's too important. I'm really glad i could share it that way with you <3333 i'm so so glad.

So as events goes, you have 5/6 depending on how you intend to read them:

-hAve A greAt trip -A Very Mankai Christmas -New Years & New Beginnings -3 Cheers for Mankai Company -Valentine's Magic

and here's the kicker: Chapter 5 of the main story was released there.

Then, there was One Day Princess. From what i remember tho, nothing in ODP evokes what happened in chapter 5, except for Itaru's backstage which will show Chikage.

Valentine's Magic is the Vday event and ODP is the Wday event, so it depends if you want to read those two events together before moving on to act 2 or want to stick to the canon chronology of the story Then timeline wise it's going to be one event/one main chapter/one event/one main chapter ect.. until you run out of main chapter for act 2 and it's only event left. so basically.

-Chapter 5 -One Day Princess -Chapter 6 -A Springtime Snooze -Chapter 7 -Conquering Misohiosa Island -Chapter 8 -Various Vows of Love -and then it's all the events that are left

so here you are :3c almost there. now i'm sure the rest of the events will be a breeze to go through before act 2 right? ahah. I mean when has a3 ever been heartshattering and soulcrushing when you least expect it ahahahah… ahahah….

have fun :3c

#ichareply #ichafantalks a3 #aranarumei

[xolborsaysstuff]

The library | short little story thing. |

The library was usually a comfort for the battery, but today it felt off.

The building was still its mostly silent self, the rows of different books mostly the same from what they could tell aside from the few books that had been taken out or swapped with another since the last time she was here, and despite how big the place was it was usually quite a cozy place, especially near the back where they were, at a table only she and a few of her friends liked to sit at.

"Hey, you zoning out? Wow, how you ever got a job is beyond me with your spacey personality." The voice of his charger plug cousin, C____, told her in their usual teasing manner beside him as they put their hands down on the table to lean onto it before sliding into a chair opposite him and using their elbows.

"..." ____ stared with a deadpan look, not wanting to suffer through their antics. This was what had felt off, C___ hadn't spoken to her since they had roped ___ into one of their dumb schemes. C____'s smile slowly dropped, and they leaned back in their chair.

"Gee, you're just SOOO ecstatic to see me, and on a day off from work too! I... Thought you'd wanna hang out with me seeing as it's been really long..." C____ looked away. "...What.. Christ, what happened to us? We used to be good friends!"

____ was very aware of where this was headed, he just hoped it wasn't something that bad as guilt won over the logical part of his brain. She sighed, leaning back in her chair as she shut the book she had been reading.

"Alright, C____, we can hang out, what did you want to do? " the feeling of regret almost disappeared at the sight of the bright and excited smile their cousin gave.

"Okay, so I had an idea you might actually be up for this time..."

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The being contemplated the thoughts and memories that didn't count as theirs as they continued on.

Walking through the darkened halls with broken ceiling lights and wallpaper that was once once white and slowly being covered in burns, blood, and other things that would permanently damage this soon to be closed off wing of the facility, the thing that once might have been referred to as an object slowly stepped, as if the actions were foreign to it.

The only light in the area belonging to this strange thing's unreal features created by their new abilities, pure electricity jumped along their face in certain shapes to poorly mimic a face, the electricity also jumping out from where arms would have been, the controlled lightning zapping things carelessly as it writhed and jolted, going from multiple veins of electricity to one at random as it followed the beings commands, on one end of the lightning a rubber glove was somehow attached, and gripping a twisting snake like thing with unnatural strength.

The being stopped, thinking for a moment on their conversation with C____ and that being of power. The supercharged object turned slightly to the still moving thing in her hand, loud and painful static coming from the always moving fake mouth until slowly it began to form words.

"###...#.######... W.....WWW....WANNT...TOOO...MAAKE... A...GAME.. SHOW.WITH ME?"

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End.

@too-many-hyperfixations hey yeah can we make an Ethel tag cause like Battery-O has one so why not Ethel?

Anyways TY for reading this!! Just a lil object OC lore of mine because yes!! Hoped you enjoyed it!!! It was fun to write.

I'm gonna get back to EYE phone AU stuff if I can, have a good one!!!

Xol

P.S: I'm not telling you his full lore yet because yes.

#Battery-O #object ocs #xolmumbles #object show oc #Object show #Battery-O goes by all pronouns #I can't believe for a split second I was scared to admit that this is why homophobes shouldn't be allowed to force religion on kids #That shit fucked me up for life >:(