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suguru-getos · 2 years

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Heyyy

Okay what about heizou and reader fake dating so he can solve a case.

Would you write a fic about that or rather not?

thank you for the ask and im sorry im so bad at responding on time :((

but sure! why not :D i would write it as headcanons..

heizou x reader fake dating hcs:

so he knows you are connected to the case ever since he has recieved it. of course?? you are the significant other (were) the significant other of the person that left you just after marrying you. was it your riches? maybe yes… he took your end of the riches, accused you of not being faithful and left. now is lavishly enjoying everything. while only ur best friend knew ur not wrong, she came in and went to the genius detective hei.

he taps his chin and mumbles, “so why hasnt she done anything?” ur friend sighed and explained how depressed and cheated you truly felt at that. how someone can be that vile and greedy to love u one moment and leave u be for the next, clamping down ur riches???

“but not doin anything is only making it worse, people would only think she is quiet because she is guilty,” heizou spoke, landing his fist on his palm. “alright, let’s see… time to go meet yn,”

he lands on ur door along with your best friend, “hello! then names shikanoin heizou! i’m a detective in the tenryou commission, and i’m here to hel-” he grinned, before being interrupted by you. “no need, i don’t care,”

before u could slam the door at his face, he put his feet between; getting inside with your best friend. “listen, it’s a mere case of character assassination, and you are from one of the respectable families in inazuma; if not for urself, take into account ur parents and ur family status. you deserve to get all ur riches back. and your respect! the only way that can happen is if you step up,”

you look at him, tears brimming up in your eyes as you rolled your eyes. “why? i don’t even give a shit about it anymore… he was after my money and he pretty much got it! i don’t care anymore-” your soft whines turned into slight hiccup and sniffles. yes your family reputation has had quite a blow, yes you feel like shit, yes whatever he says is right—

“leave it to me, i’ll handle everything, i’m not the best detective in all of inazuma for nothing,” he assured you with a grin, his personality was refreshing and soft. made you smile back, after what seemed like ages.

eventually heizou came up with a full blown plan of you and him fake dating, you accepting that yes you have been mischaractered but that’s only because your ex cheated you in the first place. here comes your family dignity and your family status in position. no one would believe a random nobody and of course would lean towards you. having contacts with the tenryou, kanjou and yashiro commission; things might sail smooth, really smooth!

reluctantly, and slightly hesitantly, you agreed and the first sight was you and him walking together hand in hand, then it changed into you spending time together with him, eventually turning into you and him hanging out together almost everyday for about a month. information spread like wild fire, people asked you and your guards, anywhere they can get information about yn and her personal life, and with the carefully crafted web that heizou built; things were getting easier and easier.

sometimes you and him would talk for hours, how different your opinions were about things, how he felt about the crime and how the criminals should think twice about committing a crime when it’s about shikanoin heizou’s reputation. if you were to be so bold, you have also fallen asleep in his presence, feeling light headed and safe. he was completely different than what you were used to..

no, yn, it’s just a case! it’s just for a case! despite explaining that to urself everyday, you could find him cooking ur favorite food, bringing you ur favorite scandalous books from yae publications; books that shouldn’t be with a dignified lady. (smut books)! :3

you were happy that you opened up to him so much, that there was someone with the knowledge of the world, and yet someone like a breath of fresh air.. you needed it in your life, you needed it oh so bad.

finally when your ex husband, now divorced, got to know about everything and recieved a formal petition from the tri-commission to respectfully apologize and also submit the riches and the money back! he came daunting to you, raging with defeat.

that’s the first time you saw heizou’s anemo vision in action. “oh- one punch and he’s out,” he chuckled, “great! i don’t like fighting anyway,” heizou launched towards you, bowing gently. “thank you, yn. with this we complete our mission; but with this, i must say i got someone very- very important to me. i hope i can keep that bond between us alive for years to come,”

you stopped him and maybe, this was the first time you were truly being the scandalous lady you were portrayed to be, because you kissed him with all you’ve got, not an ounce of care about what it will result to, not an ounce of fuck given towards reputation, he was ur sunshine and you were sick of the clouds,”

heizou kissed you back, a blush dusted over both of your cheeks as he leaned back, mumbling gently, “guess… the bond between us is stronger than i thought, maybe forever,” with that, he kissed you again, this time as fervently as his vision, and even if he took your breath away, you were happy that you accepted the case with shikanoin heizou ;)

ps: word vomit alert 🚨 also feel free to send genshin impact asks/thirsts/talk to me abt anything and everything xx i’m bored :3

#shikanoin heizou #heizou fluff #heizou x reader #heizou x reader fluff #heizou imagines #heizou genshin #heizou gi #gi heizou #heizou x you #heizou x y/n #heizou thirst

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abeautifulblog · 11 months

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UR TRANSLATION IS BAD AND U SHOULD FEEL BAD

A Shout Out To All My Homies

[a rant I wrote in grad school, reposting to tumblr so I can link it to people]

So for my thesis I've spent a lot of time wading around in the original text of these 1600-1850 stories, but premodern Japanese isn't exactly my native language, I read slow, so I also leaned pretty heavily on extant English translations to help me find the places I ought to focus my attention on.

They're kind of terrible sometimes.

I'm reluctant to call anybody out by name, because I know how much work goes into translation. It's not a lucrative field, the people who translated these books did it for love not money and I'm greatly beholden to them for it -- their translations made my research possible. Not to mention how much easier it is to nitpick a few points than it is to translate a dozen, or a hundred, or a thousand pages of neo-classical Japanese. And I also know that if I do wind up going into academia, it's not going to endear me to potential future colleagues to be on record shredding their shit.

...But on the other hand, you're accountable for what you publish, and some of these errors are pretty egregious.

Point the First: Grammar is fucking important

Okay, so Japanese is a null-subject language, which means that if the grammatical subject is clear from context, you can omit it. Basically, wherever we'd use a pronoun in English (because you know who's being referred to), they just drop it altogether.

English speakers see this and lose their shit. Particularly in translation, because when you have a null-subject sentence without a clearly-defined actor, as a translator it goes against everything in your soul to just make one up. Translators are understandably wary of inserting anything into the translation that wasn't in the original, something that they couldn't necessarily justify if challenged on it, and so the two strategies tend to be:

(1) Make it really vague. "Someone once wrote..." "They say that..."

(2) Make it passive. "It is said that..."

I object to both pretty strenuously. Preparing to address that in my paper, I wrote:

In the face of a context-less null subject, often the English-speaking translator's impulse is to render the verb as a passive (ie, “It is not known”)

I got the draft back from Professor Lady (who is a native Japanese speaker) with the comment "That is not a correct translation."

DON'T TELL ME, TELL THEM.

My hand to god, this is not just me being pedantic, not when the null-subject is "I" and some sloppy translator has just erased the first-person narrator that any native speaker would identify as such.

Or if you want something more meaningful, Jay Rubin points to the inscription on the atomic bomb memorial at Hiroshima:

安らかに眠ってください。過ちは繰り返しませぬから。

And its passivized English translation, "Rest in peace, for this mistake will not be repeated." When it actually reads "because [SOMEONE] will not repeat the mistake," which throws you face-to-face with the question of WHOSE fault it was, in a way that a passive sentence lets you sidestep. There's a reason politicians use passive sentences when they need to apologize for something.

Let's just say that MISTAKES WERE MADE in these translations, a lot.

"Mmm, yes, this is definitely a third-person narrative," Professor Dude 1 murmured, looking very professorial as he peered at Ueda Akinari's "Shiramine" over the rims of his glasses. "You can tell by the use of mi-mahoshi and the quotative particle. A first-person narrative would have used mitakute or something along those lines."

"Mmmm," I said.

"You disagree?"

"No. It's just that Zolbrod translated it as first-person."

Professor Dude 1 scowled. "...Zolbrod couldn't translate his way out of a paper bag."

Point the Second: Honorifics are fucking important.

I'm not just saying that because honorifics are what I wrote my thesis on, I wrote my thesis on them because they're fucking important.

In fact, they're often the vile enablers that make null-subjects possible.

Take the verb "say," for example -- default is iu. Honorific forms are notamau and ōsu. Humilific form is mōsu. All four of them mean "say," and the distinction gets entirely flattened in translation into English.

And because they don't need to be translated differently, a lot of second-language learners of Japanese just map them all to the same mental space. So then when they're reading Japanese and come across any of the four, they automatically think say, without registering which it was.

But it matters because sometimes it's your only clue as to who the fuck is talking. Prime example occurs in the Richardson translation of the Asai Ryoi story "Flying Kato," in which Kato, a sneak thief, is having a conversation with Uesugi Kenshin. (Yes, that Uesugi Kenshin.)

It's a conversation. Dialogue is set off by alternating inquit tags to iu (plain) and to notamau (honorific). Plain form "said”s are for Kato's lines, because he's a lowly thief; honorific "said”s are for Kenshin's lines, because he's a big famous warlord.

Richardson translated the whole damn thing as a monologue from Kato.

(Richardson... manages to mistranslate honorifics almost every time they appear. >_>)

"How did he mess this up??" I demanded, appalled. "He is better at Japanese than me. He translated the entirety of Otogi-boko, which I could not have done. He understands so many things that I don't. How could he have missed something so simple?"

"Well," Professor Dude 1 said, unruffled. "Richardson did learn Japanese from the CIA."

"I was talking with Royall Tyler once," remarked Professor Dude 2, meditatively. (Royall Tyler being the latest person to tackle translating the gargantuan Tale of Genji.) "He said it wasn't until the 'Wakana' chapter that he felt he'd finally grasped Murasaki Shikibu's use of honorifics."

I snorted.

The professor continued, "I asked if he'd, ah, gone back and fixed the earlier chapters, then...? He said no."

With a pencil, I strike through a line of the Richardson translation and write in the margin: "This is a causative, not an honorific."

Halfway down the page, I strike through another line and write: "This is an honorific, not a causative."

Point the Third: Werds are pretty important too

Perhaps it's not quite so damning a sin as outright mistranslation, but gawd, how some people have a tin fucking ear for language.

No sooner did he open the door of the sleeping chamber, than a demon thrust its head out at the priest. The projecting extremity was so huge that it filled the doorway, gleaming even whiter than newly fallen snow, with eyes like mirrors and horns like the bare boughs of a tree.

"Projecting extremity"? Really, Zolbrod? Really?

Or like this line from the cinematic opening of Kyokutei Bakin's Hakkenden, as the main character is fleeing a doomed battle and turns back, Orpheus-like, just in time to see his father die:

馬の足掻をとどめつつ、見かえる方は鬨の声、矢叫びの声かしましく、はや落城とおぼしくて、猛火の光天を焦がせば

He stopped his pacing horse and, when he turned to look back, he heard the noise of war and the sound of arrows. Knowing the castle was about to fall, he saw the light of a fierce fire burning the sky. (trans. Ellen Widmer)

"Sound" of arrows. Yes, I suppose screaming (sakebi) is a sound, one that is a hair more evocative. "Toki no koe" is not "noise of war," it is specifically the thing you holler as you run into battle -- the voice you give at the appropriate time, as it were. Not to mention the really terrible ordering of the whole sequence, and the bizarrely juxtaposed participle. I submit for your consideration:

He reined in his horse and looked back, toward the battle cries and the screams of arrows. He could see the castle about to fall, the light from its roaring flames setting the sky itself ablaze.

This is also the translation that gave us "They were defeated refugees with nothing left. Master and servant alike were extremely hungry and tired."

I think the words you're looking for are exhausted and starving.

Hungry, you say? Were they hara ga hetta? Onaka ga suita? A bit PEKO PEKO, perhaps?

Or were they -- as it says in the damned Japanese -- ueru, aka, literally starving.

This is like "sound of arrows" versus "screams of arrows" thing again -- why on earth would you pick the phrase that is both further from the original and fucking weaksauce? It's the worst of both worlds.

One more from this translation, because I can't-- I just can't:

"He ceremonially picked up the piece of dirt three times and inserted it into his breast pocket."

Inserted it

into his breast pocket.

I can't decide which is worse -- the weirdly clinical "inserted" instead of something like "tucked" or even "put," or how that makes it sound like the guy is wearing a sports jacket instead of a kimono.

(Then again, an anachronistic translation kind of suits the spirit of Bakin, who has his 15th-century Japanese dudes shooting each other with guns. 🤣)

Oh damn, I thought, comparing the Japanese text of Hakkenden chapter 25 to Donald Keene's translation of it, He didn't do the whole chapter, he just selected a part from the middle.

It's okay though! Because I remember seeing someone else's version of the same chapter in a different anthology. Yup, there it is, "Shino and Hamaji," translated by Chris Drake.

...which, curiously enough, begins at the same point as the Keene translation.

...and also ends at the same point.

You even read, bro?

Not everyone is terrible. Paul Gordon Schalow is very good at spotting the subjectivity cues of a first-person narrator even in the absence of first-person pronouns. (Although he does make null subjects overly vague sometimes.) Barry Jackman eschews false passives with the fervor of a convert. Anthony Chambers can make Ueda Akinari's creepy-cool ghost stories reach across the centuries to raise the hair on your arms.

THE END

(And I didn't wind up going into academia or translation, but I still have opinions about these things. 🤣)

#and now for something completely different #translation stuff #all of these anecdotes are 100% true actually #I miss grad school =/

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4004notfound · 2 months

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ok RIP i am very late but without further ado let's get it, i'm ines and this is kim noeul who tbh was a poor, easily forgettable girl in hs and now is one of the preeminent young novelists in south korea! under the cut here i'll get into a little more but pls like this and i'll def hit u up for plotting!

ok so first of all: pisces sun/taurus moon/aquarius rising

now onto like bg stuff so she's born to two teenaged parents right

and what's wild is her parents genuinely really love each other and like get married and noeul has a little sister who's like 9 now which is crazy

also bc a 16 year old girl named her like her actual name is noelle not noeul but like she's let everyone just assume it's noeul bc it's easier than explaning that her mom thought noelle would be a trendy name

but anyways having two teenaged parents doesn't like set you up the best financially so she lived with her parents and grandparents for a while when she was growing up and evenutally her parents moved out of her paternal grandparents place only to be living in a shitty half basement apartment with noeul bc like again how far can two high school grads from poor families with a whole ass child get in seoul

and tbh like bro noeul loves her parents but she DEF kinda resented them for being poor growing up and like so combined with this hatred of her situation paired with being a smart girl with a lot of drive she worked REALLY hard to get into shinhwa

only kinda realized that getting into shinhwa didn't mean a ton in terms of social standing bc u know she's still fucking broke and tbh rather than bullied i don't imagine people particularly even took that much notice of her bc she kept to herself a lot with like insecurity bc she was v obviously poorer than everyone and stuff and probs had a few friends but not a lot

tho lmao wildly and fully relating to her secret despite being this smart girl who worked hard to get her scholarship and school was v important to her she got pregnant right at the tale end of her last year at shinhwa and actually had to delay going to college the following year bc u know PREGNANCY

and there's like a lot of stigma that comes with being a single mother in korea and shit so like tbh did she want to keep her daughter? yes of course but like she didn't have the financials bc atp it's her, her parents, and her little sister living in a shitty little apartment and she literally shares a room with a 3 year old at the time, and then like she wants to go and better her life and stuff and it's hard to do when everyone judges you for being a single mom and it's not fair on the child so she makes the hard choice to give up her daughter for adoption and then go back to school

and like ok she goes to ewha womans and she does well there too bc again very determined to do well in life and all but like i think giving her daughter up fr had a sense of guilt, regret, and honestly depression that she never really expected so like she struggled with that and she ended up writing this story about it for a creative writing class and her teacher was like "hold up this is kind of good have u ever considered writing it into something more?"

and with her teacher's help and encouragement she did just that and ended up writing what would become a very popular novel about a young woman who gets pregnant, gives up her child, and navigating life through the tragedy over it. tbh it's kinda in the style of kim jiyoung, born 1982

and even cooler u know later it gets turned into a movie that's scheduled to come out later this year and fr like idk shit turned her whole life around like writing about the biggest misery and regret of her life gave her the money she always craved and a bit of notoriety and everything is cool and all but like on the other side of things people fr think the story is just a novel and are like "wow how did you come up with the concept?" and for obvi reasons like noeul is def more comfortable with letting them thinking it's all fictional

and yeah so ngl life has fr turned around really recently for her and it's really nice but like rip now the dawn of realization is setting in that like... people are gonna expect another novel and how is she supposed to provide that like...

#ok i am so sorry bc i'm so long winded #and i'm so late #revintro

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mattelektras · 11 months

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What are some of your gripes with how marvel has written things in the last 20 or so years?

Basically i used to be soo into marvel comics then I stopped being into them but now I'm trying to get back into them but I used to be such a hater and I hated so many writers but now I can't remember why I hated them it's actually infuriating😭 like all I remember is matt fraction hawkeye (yay) and quicksilver no surrender (very good) but ik marvel has committed some crimes against me but I can't remember what they were :(( I remember not liking trial of magneto atleast☹️

i think my biggest thing is changing things to reflect the mcu. like people defend it because it makes comics easier for new readers and. no it fucking doesnt. and its so PETTY. like they killed off the fantastic four because they didnt have the cinematic rights to them. they tried to replace mutants with inhumans because they had the rights to one of them and not the other. but then after a while they DO get the rights to them and have to change it back??? they make themselves look dumb as fuck and its not a writer decision, its a decision made as a company and then everyone else has to work around even when it doesnt make sense. and it affects decades old beloved characters/franchises for the sake of some billion dollar faux cheap 2+ hr minor disappointment. i can experience that for free in my day to day life.

then everything also has to be an Event like. nothing can just happen in one issue anymore. or like 20 issues in the same comic. which is because they wanna change you £28497 instead of just like £20 back in ye olden days. there's a trend going here u will notice

THEN since you bought up matt fraction hawkeye. not paying their fucking writers or artists for using their shit!!!!! everything in comics now seems like its just used for the sake of the mcu. like they either test out stupid shit in comics so they can then do it in the mcu, they take stylistic choices from artists and writers that worked in comics and use them to make way more money than the original creators ever did

the tl;dr is that comics feel like mcu fodder now instead of their own entity like. 99% of them feel very cheap n like. soulless. like the recent death of kamala. why. what is the point. so they can make it match the mcu and bring her back as a mutant. but it makes her whole death meaningless and shes a much better character than that. he first solo was so heartfelt and personal but they make everything too Big and World Ending because in a 2 hours movie, it HAS to be. comics arent like that. where are the filler issues and the team ups just for fun. idk i think theyve changed comics into something more than they are recently n its just not something that works for the medium imo. silly little picture books should just be silly little picture books and some big money making mcu pipeline

#q & a #anonymous

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mqole · 2 years

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fuck it. xb3 polyboros relationship dynamics under the cut. im normal (lie)

Tdlr: yes theyre gay and sometimes kiss or whatever but its Deeper than that its abt the “what is romance” its about the queerplatonic “i love yous” its not romantic as in “will you go out with me” its romantic as in “you are my family”

noah & mio- the queerest m/f couple ever. what do u do when you dont know what romance is and your alternate selves have been in love across lifetimes and you have all those memories but you havent fucking TALKED because you dont know what youre DOING and you dont want the other to die (again) and

noah & eunie- childhood besties for real!! eunie forces noah to come out of his shell a lot (by force). in turn noah also anchors eunie to some degree. if an unstoppable force and immovable object were in love

noah & taion: funniest fucking concept. noah (self esteem issues) wants to be helpful to taion (genius) and taion is so socially inept that he doesnt realise how flustered noah is around him. everyone is pointing and laughing at these 99 int 0 wis bitches

noah & lanz: bros till the end bitch!!!! after joran and everything you KNOW they love each other so much. Combination of only having each other to depend on for so long and admiration for the other’s abilities they lack. They have seen each other at their worst and now they have each others backs forever. Finally someone noah can banter with

noah & sena: the fact that even though sena is jealous of noah they have so much in common. Sena not knowing how to be honest with herself? Noahs identity issues? They are so complicated together its unreal. I imagine once they get past the “you deserve this more than i do” stage of self flagellation they end up being really good for each other. The two most supportive bitches in the group? Power couple fr <3

mio & eunie: i think eunie is just real with mio in a way nobody else really is. witches be bitches!! and it definitely draws out a snarkier side in mio that otherwise rarely comes out. Like a kinder version of how she was before miyabi. Someone who can be honest and blunt without being miserable <3

mio & taion: god. These two. The fact that MIO is a defender but taion wants to protect her. That mio hates being fussed over her deadline but taion Knowing she is only doing that because of miyabi. That the only reason taion keeps going at the start is because mio inspires him. They cannot be more tragic and beautiful

mio & lanz: i was abt to say ‘team mums’ but riku and manana exist so. no but these guys so defined by being ‘defenders’. The mutual unspoken understanding that They need to be the ones in the line of fire so their family wont get hurt. the desperation of not wanting to lose anyone the same way they lost someone before. between joran and miyabi? so much trauma here. they learn to lean on each other too, i think, like keystones. theyre stronger together <3

mio & sena: motherfucker okay where do i start. Senas jealousy? Mio noticing, but not knowing how to help or what it means? MIYABI?? No but. Sena spends so long convincing herself that mio doesnt actually like her and theyre only friends through obligation. And mio doesnt know how to help sena bc sena keeps acting like theres no problem!! and they love each other and they dont want to hurt each other by acknowledging this festering rift in their friendship, when they’ve known each other so long and things were Fine, but now everything has changed and something’s gotta give. And it does

eunie & taion: ultimate enemies > frenemies > teammates > partners > taion and eunie. Literally im the most insane about these guys. because they start by hating each other their whole relationship is built on this foundation of mutual needling, which. Win. But then when it DOES give way into subtle vulnerability and kindness (THE FUCKING. TEA SCENE. THE TEA SCENE I SWEAR TO GOD!!) it stops being “i hate your guts” and starts being “you’re my fourth best friend” because they GET each other. Theyre complete opposites in theory, but they Know what its like to be vulnerable and afraid and when their partner is too panicked to tease them? THATS when it cracks and they say what they mean instead of veiling it behind a personal cipher. God i just. Them, fr. They love each other so much

eunie & lanz: i have not stopped thinking abt the bathtub cutscene theyre everything to me. eunie “one of the boys” and lanz “one of the girls” for REAL theyre on Such a wavelength. I feel like having to deal with noah every day for 8 years put them in a blood bond or something. Theyre by far the rowdiest of the party because they will just start shit. Bitches who have no impulse control and love things so violently and joyously

eunie & sena: i think for a while there was that stiltedness there that comes with sena wanting to put on a front to be more likeable. I mean. “Eunie love”? unlike mio and sena tho i reckon eunie is able to help sena work through all of it much easier, because shes Eunie shes The most blunt person youll meet! And sena knows that a eunie compliment is fuckin rare. Conversely i think its also an opportunity for eunie to be more vulnerable in a way she isnt really with anyone else, bc she cant just needle sena the same way she does everyone else. They have this really supportive dynamic where Yes they will still banter and tease each other. But at the heart of it is a lot of communication and vocal kindness that is unique to these two in particular.

taion & lanz: everyone saying the bickering is a coverup for all the kisses theyre doing is on the money. Taion and lanz have a really similar dynamic to taion and eunie, but without a lot of the tenderness. So instead what you get is this bickering and poking at each other like one big game of gay chicken. YES they love each other, but they cant just say that because then they’ll lose. They are competing completely arbitrary. Taion says he’s not but he’s lying. Not being at odds with each other just somehow feels wrong!!

taion & sena: half the game these two are just clinging to each other because of their mutual desire to keep mio safe, and yeah it unites them but it also corrupts them a bit. neither of them are able to pull the other back from that threshold of worrying too much. After about lambda/maktha, i think they start to learn how to enjoy each other’s company without that mutual distance. Theyre almost like a balm for each other? Having spent so much time Focusing and Worrying together when they actually learn to relax i think they just become. Comfortable around each other. Like a mothers group

lanz & sena: you cant do this to me. Im not normal about them. “noah and mio were the first to be friends” yeah and a lot of that was the off-seeing and the ouroboros. Lanz and sena hit it off RIGHT away on day 1 even without having those connections. They are Literally partners and to be honest. I think they were almost ride or die from the beginning. Lanz being a defender? Sena desperately wanting to keep mio alive? It cumulates in this mutual understanding that their purpose in the team is to protect. And this definitely goes to unhealthy lengths because thats another reason they hit it off- theyre both so passionate. Lanz’s anger is unchecked, a constant tornado, but sena’s is like a powder keg on cooldown until someone lights it. And together theyre fuckin explosive, and thats not always a good thing, especially if they both think of themselves as expendable compared to the rest of their teammates. But fundamentally there is an understanding there that im so insane about. These bitches have so many issues and i love them so much.

They all kiss btw

#mq speaks #xb3 #xbc3 #xenoblade 3 #xenoblade chronicles 3 #xbc3 spoilers #im not normal <3 #i think i was sleep deprived when i wrote this thats why the first few are shorter than the last few #i could probably expand on these but i want to preserve them in their imperfect state #like a librarian

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blueskittlesart · 2 years

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since everyone’s asking about sword of fate lately, do u have any postgame(?) zelink thoughts/ideas

YES. ok for those of you who are new or dont like scrolling through my blog for the context of some random au the zelink relationship pregame/in-game basically goes: vaguely antagonistic > reluctant (on link's part) friends > very close friends > magical destiny bullshit. link has some internal shit to work out before he really gets close to zelda but it all kind of resolves itself due to ingame events.

anyway by the end of the game we have a situation where zelda is still totally blaming herself for everything that happened to link and his family. she now understands that she and link are a part of a cycle of reincarnation, and because of that she's no longer sure if her pursuit of a friendship with link even when he was standoffish was actually out of a desire for companionship or if it was the goddess's spirit pushing her closer to someone she knew could play the role of hero. shes fucked up about it. shes scared to be close to him after, in her eyes, ruining his life. but she still WANTS to be. she really does love link, but those feelings are so caught up in everything else and she is so SCARED of herself that she has a really hard time confronting those feelings.

Link, on the other hand, knows exactly how he feels about zelda. he knows that he loves her--he has spent a good portion of his time now chasing after her and attempting to convince her of that. He's at a point now where he just wants to push all the destiny bullshit to one side and go back to the way they used to be, but he also knows realistically that things have changed. he does his best to help get things back to normal for them both, as normal as they can be now.

he keeps his job as a palace stablehand. it's better money than he ever made in lurelin. (he was not a very good fisherman. he tried very hard tho.) zelda doesn't visit him anymore. there's no dodging of tutors and hiding in haystacks trying to stifle laughter. He visits her instead, and over time it gets easier. the magical destiny bullshit fades from their minds and they are suddenly no more than best friends again, with a bit of intense shared history tacked on. there's so much between them that goes unspoken. i honestly dont even think they ever officially start dating. people are just kind of like oh yeah zelda and the fuckin stable boy are in love. it's so obvious there's no point in making an official statement about it or anything. they're just a unit, never one without the other.

#zelda's personal autonomy is like a huge issue for her here. she isn't a physical reincarnation of hylia but she shares her blood #and with this being the first actual reincarnation in the cycle there isn't anyone she can look to to understand just how much #of her actions were pre-written by the goddess and how much of them are her own. she's particularly afraid that she's manipulated link into #playing the hero part in the cycle. crucially she is the one who prompts him to reach for the master sword #and she genuinely doesnt know why she did. it terrifies her that it might not have been her choice. that she might have locked him into #the role without meaning to just because her goddess-blood instinct needed a human shield to hide behind #SO LIKE. their relationship has a lot of baggage to work through. BUT THEY GET THERE!!! THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO THEY GET THERE.#ANYWAY. yeah zelink does happen post game. thank u for ur time #loz: sword of fate #asks

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cleverthylacine · 8 days

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That good old interest-based advertising. Also, Headmasters. And my brother.

I have a confession to make and that is that I actually do allow interest-based advertising because:

I don't have much to hide

If they don't take my interests into account, the things they try to sell me because I'm a lady (albeit an NB one) over the age of 50 make me so fucking depressed I could scream but I don't have the energy. I would rather they know way too much about my Hot Topic purchases and robot and doll collections than get ads for ... what advertisers think old people stuff is. By all means display your incredibly unsettling knowledge of my id and sell me robots and things that look like robot dicks and fashion dolls and fancy clothes...instead of trying to sell me adult diapers and cheap insurance that actually isn't. And homeopathic remedies for problems that I may or may not actually have, but I also know that homeopathy is BULL$HIT.

Anyhow this is brought to you today by;

"Yes, shopping app, I would absolutely love to have that self-transforming remote control Grimlock, he is hella cool and very cute and I really do want him but....first you're going to have to find me the $1700 plus taxes and shipping that I will need to acquire before I can hit that button."

G-d help me if they ever do Soundwave with a little Ravage that comes out of his chest and also transforms.

In other news, Headmasters is still fucking stupid and I still fucking love it.

IDW did all this binary bonding with aliens stuff. I actually do find "Fortress Maximus can turn into a giant head and make his spaceship sapient" much easier to understand.

It's just the plots of this show that are dumb.

Giant Venus Flytrap in a San Francisco office building

Let's blow up Mars

Let's make a big important detailed plan and not tell Scourge and Cyclonus about it, because it's not like they're guaranteed to fuck everything up if we don't.

Kiss Players had a better plot than Headmasters, when they actually like, were doing the plot and not panty jokes.

Also I still after 20-odd years want to scream at Carly and Arcee in this show. I know it's a product of 1980s japan but like, if the grown men/male mecha are unable to do a job, it's frustrating to watch Carly send Daniel or Arcee send Wheelie to do it, because those are children and Arcee and Carly are not.

As a non-Chromedome-liker, I am also amused at how dumb he is in this show.

My brother has developed a new and annoying way of asking for money that I've already told him I don't have. He calls my mom and tells her that I won't help him, so then I have to tell her, too, that yes I just got paid, but they raised the price for the medicine I need to brain from $5 to $40 because they don't like the dosage my doctor prescribes, and the landlord has my rent cheque in hand and is presumably going to cash it, and I also need to eat.

She understands this, at least. I just feel bad for her.

I feel bad for him too, but nobody told him that he needed to rent a U-Haul and move the second he got his new lease without asking either of us if we could afford to help pay for it (we can't.)

#state of the thylacine #headmasters #transformers headmasters #my g-d headmasters is dumb but fun #my brother no longer has cancer but still needs my money #unfortunately so do I

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cheesesuru · 6 months

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When I met him for the first time, I thought,

"Oh, the typical guy."

The guy who showers you with compliments and such.

The one who will buy you flowers and chocolates. Brings you to date and calls you every time.

He proved me very wrong in all ways.

He shows me his way of love.

He even teaches me not to be okay with just the bare minimum.

He shows me how a woman should be treated.

He never lets me pay for anything.

He never raises his voice, never curses at me for being so stubborn, and never ever calls me out of my name.

He treated me with so much respect.

He prioritizes me above anything and thinks about my feelings 24/7.

I've never met such a man.

A guy which I can call a true man.

As a woman who's been with him for years. I didn't think I did much for him.

I don't think he deserves someone like me.

Yes I cook for him, do our laundry, clean the house and all.

But the question that makes me sad is,

"I am doing enough for him"

"Do I deserve such a man?"

Until we hangout with his friends. I was making a snack for them when I overheard them talking.

"Lyore, are you okay with this kind of set up?"

"What do you mean?"

"You are the only one working, paying for everything when both of you can just work and split the bills. It's easier and that way you can save a lot of money for the future."

He got a point and I'm so curious as to what my partner has in his mind so I keep listening.

"Mark is right Lyore, you are investing so much money on this. Aren't you tired? Don't you want to have fun? All you're doing is work, work and work."

My man gave them his cutest smirk (in my opinion.)

"I won't ever contradict whatever you guys have to say. It's your opinion and I truly respected that but what you didn't know is that, I'm the one lacking in this relationship."

"How so?" His friend, Mark raises his brow in confusion.

"Well for starters, she's much more talented than me, she could get a job paying twice as much as me, she's so pretty that she could get a guy much better than me but look, she gave up all those opportunities just to stick with a simpleton like me. All I could really offer is give her everything I can and get. Love her, be faithful to her and be with her. Who says I'm not having fun? You guys won't know how much fun we are having together.

"Yes, I'm investing money but she's investing her time."

Yes, guys. I love my man ❤️

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side note: the picture was taken by me, and those people in the picture are my friends, I have their consent to use it for my short story. i know that we have different opinions and views in life so I am hoping that you'd respect me and you can guarantee that I'll respect yours. i love u guys! ❤️

#words #journal #literature #trends #writing #love #relationship #friendship #family #notes #story #short story

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autistic-katara · 8 months

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WHAT'S CATRIONA'S BACKSTORY?? (love her name btw)

tysfm for asking omg

so basically Catriona had a pretty normal childhood until she was 11. she grew up with her mother and father (for now unnamed) and her younger sister Francis in idk some city in Scotland (haven’t decided which). she and her sister were pretty close considering their 4 year age gap and even lowkey shared a few friends (Catriona’s friends considering Francis a cute kid they could let play minecraft with them or smthn and Francis’s friends considering Catriona a cool big kid who was really good at hide and seek or smthn). but when Catriona was 11 and Francis was 7 their parents got in a car accident and both died. it was traumatic as hell for both of them (obviously) but what was worse was due to them having no family able to take care of them (their dad was abandoned at birth and bounced around the foster care system until he was 18 + their mother was an only child who’s dad had died some time before this and her mother being unable to care for 2 kids) and none of their friend’s families being able to take the both of them they ended up getting separated. Catriona doesn’t know where Francis ended up, she hoped one of her friends’ parents had adopted her or something but she (Catriona) ended up in foster care. she went around a couple homes until she was placed long term with this one family. they were a man and woman in their late 40s with 3 bio kids of their own (a boy a few years older than Catriona named Jacob, a girl her age named Erin, and a boy a year younger than Francis named Harris) and a few other foster kids. The other foster kids (along with the boys) mostly ignored her, Erin seemed to have some sort of personal thing against her, and the foster parents were pretty abusive (to all of the kids but particularly the foster ones). as well as all that the foster parents clearly weren’t equipped to take care of her, given that whenever she (or the other autistic kid there bcz yes do u rlly except me to make an allistic character?) would get overwhelmed or have a meltdown they’d treat it as a tantrum and punish her for it. they also didn’t know how to deal with her hair type (like 3c i think) and just pressured her into straightening it so it would be “easier to deal with”. they were also quite religious (protestant christian) and didn’t care that Catriona wasn’t raised religious and “didn’t really believe in it” and forced her to go anyway (they were also pretty homophobic bcz those kinda ppl typically are which was kinda a problem cause Catriona’s lesbian and very much didn’t wanna have to deal with the fallout if they found out).

one time when she was 14, Erin ended up destroying one of the last remaining memories of her family, a photo of them the day Francis started primary school, with Erin’s mother saying that “it was an accident” and “just a photo” and got rlly mad at her for “being dramatic” over it. so that night Catriona as quietly as possible packed everything she owned could fit into her school bag and took all the money in the house she could find that didn’t belong to the other foster kids. (couple hundred pounds) and left. taking a train to somewhere. somewhere that wasn’t there.

and yeah i haven’t figured out exactly how she meets everyone else and finds the place they live and the order everything happens in nd allat but i’ll figure it out soon c:

#this is kinda long and overly detailed srry 😭#it’s still in the works but like i said it’s more developed than everyone else’s #ocs #my ocs #writing #writblr #catriona macgowan #< gonna start tagging them so this is a little more organised #cw child abuse mention #cw family death mention #cw ableism #cw racism mention #cw homophobia mention #asks #ask game #oh also abt the name thanks i stole it from someone i met one time when i was 12

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nerdysleepybunny · 1 year

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OOOO WAITWAIT since you just told us about your ocs maybe you could make some angst for them? they all seem really interesting and i would love to hear whatever you have to say about them!

Of course! I decided to do all of their weaknesses. If you guys would like their lore/backstories let me know!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom: FNaF, (Cotton and Candy are original characters for an original murder mystery show that I’m making and I haven’t thought of a name for the show yet, and yes, Cotton is the killer. I guess for now it can just be called Murder Mystery to make it easier?), ShroomSMP, Bioshock, Minecraft, Little Nightmares

Character(s): N1GHT_GL1TCH, Cotton Candy, Shroom, Thetis, Skulkzite, Elijah, Mother

Reader: None

TW: Gore, death, mention of wars, mentions of experiements

Style: Hcs

Summary: What their weaknesses are and how they react

N1GHT_GL1TCH:

Night was one of killed children, but the way she returned was… odd.

She isn’t trapped like the others, though she doesn’t know that. But even if she did, I doubt she’d leave.

She’s swore to always stay and protect other children in any way she could. A child could fall and scrape their knee, and be bawling their eyes out one moment, then laughing and babbling to an unknown presence the next. This was because Night could only be seen through night vision equipment.

Night absolutely hates adults, specifically staff.

She may be able to prevent a death or replace pain with happiness, though she can’t exactly stop it in the moment.

The thing that breaks her is if another child were to lose their life, all because she failed to protect them.

She’d glitch more than usual, and if she could cry perhaps her tears would flood the entire pizzeria. Instead the sorrow simply builds up inside her core, filling and filling until it bursts.

If only Glitch knew the truth… (mwahahaha leaving y’all on a cliff hanger. 👹)

Cotton Candy:

Here we go, my favorite ship of all time!

Relationship goals tbh. These two will make you feel single simply by existing in your presence.

Cotton is a shy outcast, always alone, yet never sad. He’s always just hopping around munching on carrots or planting (burying) something. Though, don’t let his shy innocent bunny persona fool you. He’s a killer, and isn’t to be messed with.

He has two weaknesses. One is Candy. He originally planned to kill her off just like everyone else, but before he even prepared, she got to him first. He never takes his hoodie or bunny hood off in public, which is why he was is complete shock when the cat barged into his house with both of those accessories off. His fluffy white hair could now be fully seen, and underneath the hoodie was a black sleeveless turtleneck, exposing him to her. And not only that, but at his feet laid a dead body, and in his hand a bloody knife. Both of their faces were red as they stared at each other. And at this point he knew, he couldn’t get rid of her just yet.

His other weakness is of course getting caught. He works hard to be an undercover killer after all, he doesn’t feel like dealing with some nosy villager who can’t keep their mouth shut. Though, he has a plan for that..

Candy is the complete opposite of Cotton. An outgoing and independent lady. She’s always seen with a group of friends, tending to crops and animals, yet also out blowing money and being sure to be looking her best. Though she isn’t selfish, she helps her friends in any way she possibly can. She takes good care of herself and her fellow villagers but is also sure to live her life to the fullest.

Cotton is also her weakness. She loves him so so much, despite everything. She knows he wouldn’t hurt her, and would be devastated if anything happened to him. She adores teasing the shy, short bunny. She knows he’d set the world aflame if she asked. He was hers, and she was his.

Shroom:

Shroom used to be a normal human from the 1900’s, though one day she was taken and was experimented on. They used shrooms on her, giving her pale skin and rosy features, along with her white hair and red eyes. They eventually saw no use for her, and trapped her in a capsule, leaving her unconscious for many years. Though she somehow stayed alive. Over time, her capsule began to crack, and the fluid inside began to evaporate. Eventually, the fluid only reached her ankles, and she opened her eyes to see cracks and vines. She felt lightheaded and dizzy, leaning back against the glass to keep herself steady. She couldn’t remember anything, but she knew something wasn’t right. When her mind was finally working properly, she punched the glass, the cracks making it easy to shatter. The place was abandoned, and in ruins. She walked for miles, eventually making her way back to society.

Her memories are all blurred and out of order, but she remembers a war. She remembers mushrooms. Lots and lots of mushrooms. She remembers very bad people, who used foul language instead of using manners, and who shoved instead of gently guiding. She hates it, and scolds anyone who doesn’t use proper manners.

I suppose she doesn’t exactly have a weakness, or at least one that you can exactly pinpoint. But she heavily dislikes wars and fighting of any kind, including things that are seen as inappropriate. She constantly reminds everyone to remember their manners and common sense. And although she has gotten used to this new era, she still acts and lives as if the years haven’t changed. She loves old fashioned things, and although adores how much society is growing, she holds the past close to her heart.

Thetis:

The young girl was born in Rapture, the gorgeous underwater city. She was raised by her mother and father, though she was always closest to her dad. With him being a rather important staff member, he was able to teach her lots of things. Some of those things may have not been appropriate, but they definitely helped. He taught her how to sneak into locked and restricted areas, how to hack bots, how to blackmail, lie, talk her way into getting what she wants, how to be professional, all the things she could ever possibly need to get by as best as she could in Rapture. Sure, it wasn’t right, but down in Rapture, you either make your way to the top, or get crushed by those who are already there.

At the age of 9, her parents were told that Thetis was needed in order to “save Rapture,” as they put it. “How could a child possibly save a city?” Many people asked, and that question was never exactly answered. But, alas, they took her away. Thetis was the first Little Sister to be made, meaning they didn’t fully know what they were doing. The scientists had implanted the slug inside her incorrectly, resulting in her not being fully possessed. These definitely weren’t the results they wanted, and she was named a failure, a mistake, a test gone wrong. Sure, she had the abilities of a normal Little One, but she wasn’t completely under their control, and that just wouldn’t do.

Due to her being aware of what was truly going on, she escaped and made her way to find her parents. Due to this, she was lost and alone. She was in parts of the city that she didn’t even know existed, and with no map or any way to find her way around, how would she ever know how to get back home? She needed to learn to survive.

One of her weaknesses were Splicers. These addicts were addicted to this drug-like slug, and would do anything to have a syringe full of precious ADAM. Including murder a child to rip the slug out their stomach. Though, Thetis has a few forms of safety. Hidey Holes, or vents, are specifically designed for the Little Sisters to traverse through the city without being attacked since nobody but a Sister can fit inside them. Either that, or a Big Daddy, a man grafted inside a metal diving suit, can come to the rescue. But alas, these things aren’t always available. Thetis has had many near death experiences, leaving the poor girl traumatized, constantly fearing for her life. She’s learned to always be hyper-aware of her surroundings. She must know everything around her, down to the last detail. She needs to be able to recognize any sound and know when danger is drawing near. She needs to be able to rush through rooms and hallways and find a place to hide or escape. It’s the only way to survive.

Her other weakness is her parents, more specifically her father. She was his bumblebee, and he was her flower. They needed each other. Everyone told her he was dead, but she refused to believe it. Even if it killed her, she wouldn’t stop traveling these ruined halls until she’s home, until she can finally hear the sound of her father’s voice, calling her his bumblebee once more.

Skulkzite:

This Warden hybrid comes from sculk, and lives in isolation in the Ancient Cities. It doesn’t sleep for long periods of time like the Warden does. It sleeps for only a few hours, and can stay awake for years if it needs to. Though like the Warden, it’s a sleepy creature, and enjoys its beauty rest.

Skulkzite rarely sees the Warden though. They only meet when the Warden is woken up, and only humans do that. Skulkzite could trigger the sensors if it wanted, though there would be no point. They can’t exactly communicate, and the Warden only awakens to protect its city. When there’s no threat, it retreats back to the sculk for more slumber. And humans rarely come across the deep dark, and no mobs spawn. There’s no form of life whatsoever. This is Skulkzite’s weakness. Isolation, not a soul to see, not a soul to speak to, just… emptiness.

When Skulkzite finally escaped that god-forsaken place, it was luckily during the night. Skulkzite has lived in complete darkness for thousands of years, and has never seen light that wasn’t candles or soul lanterns. But when it finally does, it regrets it deeply. Skulkzite was stumbling across the land, trying to get used to it all. The odd green blades making contact with its hooves, the hard brown, sometimes white, rough material grazing its claws, the tiny white dots glittering in the abyss above its head. And most of all, the creatures that roamed. It didn’t know what to think. They were so odd yet so beautiful, roaming and living. Some creatures even rode on the back of a black, 6-legged creature, or a white, fluffy thing with yellow feet that made odd noises. It loved everything it was seeing. But soon, the sun rose. Skulkzite was safe under a tree, yet watched in horror as some of the creatures were caught aflame and withered away, yet others were left unaffected. It’d only seen small flames before on candles, but this was absolutely terrifying..

Cautiously extending its hand from the shadows, it was relieved to see that Skulkzite was one of the creatures that didn’t catch fire. But, as it walked out the shadows, the sun immediately blinded it. It let out an ear breaking screech, dropping to the grass. Blue glowing tears streamed down its pitch black cheeks, crawling back into the shadows. The hybrid had no idea how to describe what had happened, other than it hurt. Skulkzite never dared go into the light again, deciding that it may not catch on fire, though it burned all the same.

Elijah:

Elijah is a 13 year old girl who was kidnapped by Evokers. They made her one of them, giving her the magic they had. She was possessed to do evil things just like they did, and for a long time this was how she lived, not even remembering that she had a life before this.

Her fear is, ironically, being overpowered. She’s the most feared thing across all villages, to the point that she has her own bell chime for when she approaches. Every few weeks everyone must evacuate their houses as she raids the village of all its goods, and if she offers a trade they better not raise any prices, or they’re dead. And if their golem dares attack, she’ll kill him in front of everyone, taking his iron and tearing the poppy to shreds. She couldn’t stand losing all this power.

Mother:

I suppose her weakness would be her malfunctions. She was never intended to be vicious or cause harm to the children, though she can’t help the glitches in her coding. It isn’t really her fault. A misbehaving child enrages her, and triggers these malfunctions. She could go from cradling a baby and singing a lullaby to decapitated heads rolling across the floor and intestines being used as a noose. Just behave and you’ll be fine!

“Mother goose, mother goose, here she comes, there she goes. Where have all the children gone? Nobody knows!” The children would chant when Mother wasn’t around.

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

The hcs kept getting shorter and shorter. 😭 Finally finished though, I hope you enjoy!!

#shroom writes #minecraft #minecraft warden #hybrid

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edith-moonshadow · 2 years

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Dionysus

It’s been a crazy week and I posted the ao3 link for this but not the story so this is just it here with the ao3 link for those who prefer it.

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For June 2022 Harringrove Week

For the 26th June prompt AU: Modern

Alpha Beta Omega Dynamics, Alpha Billy Hargrove, Omega Steve Harrington, Sex Toys, Camboy Steve, Anal Fingering, Anal Play

Steve sat at his computer with his fingers twitching as the time neared 8 o'clock. He double-checked all the equipment to make sure that it was connected properly and working. He thought about the fact that there were probably low-budget films that didn't have as good equipment as he did but Billy always wanted to be able to see and hear everything.

'I want to feel like I'm in the room…'

He got up to check his outfit one more time in the mirror. He smoothed down the dusky pink crop top and short satin skirt. He turned three quarters and slid the skirt up to reveal the soft pink lace beneath. Billy loved him in soft shades and fabrics, he always paid extra for that. And at this point, he needed all the extra he could get.

It was hard for him to believe that he'd only presented three years ago. Hawkins had been in the middle of a heatwave. Everyone had a sticky sheen of sweat, their hair wilted and no energy to move around. So Steve hadn't realised the early symptoms of a heat until it was too late. His parents had discovered the truth at the same time because he was too weak to hide it. His dad had never looked at him the same way.

It had been a bittersweet ending when he was told he had to leave. His mom tried desperately to keep him there. She tried everything from how dangerous it was for an unbonded Omega on their own to the heartbreaking how it would be easier to keep it a secret if they kept him close. He knew she was frantic and trying anything and everything but it still stung. In the end, it was for nought.

His mom gave him money and begged him to contact her so she knew where he was. He took a small suitcase and got on a bus. He didn't even know where to go but in the end, he thought New York was a good place to get lost in. He had been right. However, it was also humid, dirty and cruel. After a few months, he had lost hope and was preparing to move on when he met Brittney.

She was a petite Omega with short blonde hair and large blue eyes. To him, she looked like she'd stepped out of a cartoon from the 30s but she always seemed to have money, food and clothes. The small number of clothes he'd brought with him were wearing thin and with the temperature change they weren't much use anymore. He generally had to choose between food and rent because getting a job as a lone Omega was difficult and the money his mom sent each month was stretched to its limits.

Brittney had met him outside his apartment, she had received some of his mail by accident. She had taken one look at him and offered to buy him lunch. He had gratefully accepted. Brittney didn't waste any time telling him all about Dionysus. It was a website where Omegas could be paid for talking to Alphas.

"Talking about what?"

She shrugged.

"Whatever they want to talk about."

"And they pay you for that?"

"Yes but…"

She studied him closely for a moment but she took a deep breath and continued.

"It will probably be sexual."

Steve choked on his drink. Brittney leaned forward and patted him on the back.

"Don't worry you control the conversation so it's what you're comfortable with but the more sexual things get, the better you get paid."

Steve took a few gulping breaths.

"So it's just talking?"

"Only if you want it to be but again the more you do the more you get and these Alphas give plenty."

"Is that how you make your money?"

He felt his face heat at such a personal question but he was starting to feel desperate. She smiled at him.

"Yes. I don't know what I would have done without it."

"It sounds great but I don't have a computer."

"I have an old laptop I'm not using if you want it. I'm sure it won't be long until you can upgrade."

She had been right. Steve had only been on the website for a week when he met Billy Hargrove and soon money was no problem. In that first week, he had stuck to chatting as the camera on the laptop wasn't very good and he didn't feel up to that yet. He had put some pictures up with his profile that Brittney had taken and even with his limitations he got a lot of attention.

Things had gotten sexual a few times but the Alphas were so wrapped up in their fantasies that he barely had to do anything and he got paid. It wasn't a life-changing amount of money but it kept the money his mom sent supplemented so he could eat regularly. It had been a busy night and he was just about to log off and go to bed when he got a new message.

'Hello, Princess.'

Most of the Alphas just called him Omega with an occasional 'beautiful' to change things up so he couldn't help but take notice. He looked at the profile of Billy Hargrove. He was a blonde Alpha with intense blue eyes. It seemed he'd been a member of the site for about five months and he had a good rating.

'Hello, Alpha.'

'How about a video chat so I can see those pretty eyes of yours in person.'

He sighed. Well, at least he could go to bed now.

'Sorry, my camera is not working so it's only chatting for now.'

'Is that what the other Alphas get?'

'Yes.'

'Ok, Princess I'll see you tomorrow.'

Steve logged off and got ready for bed. He couldn't stop thinking about the last interaction but it wasn't the first time an Alpha had cut their conversation short.

The next day he'd been about to go out to get lunch when a package arrived for him. He had thought that maybe his mom was sending him some supplies but noticed that the label was printed and she always wrote hers by hand but who would be sending him something? He accepted it from the mailman and opened it. Inside was a brand new top-of-the-line webcam. He felt a little uneasy and placed it back in the box before heading down the hall to Brittney's apartment. She didn't know anything about the webcam but convinced him that it was a good thing.

That night at eight he had set up the webcam. He couldn't help the little flutter in his stomach at the idea that people would be able to see him. He had decided that for tonight he wouldn't do anything except talk but it would be face-to-face for the first time. He took a deep breath and joined the chat. He saw someone he'd talked to many times before, Derek. He was an easy-going Alpha from Dallas who was very wrapped up in his fantasy of Steve being his high school sweetheart. He felt like the perfect person to ease into the webcam.

He had a policy well technically it was Brittney's policy, always let them come to you. So he waited but it wasn't Derek who clicked on him. It was Billy. The flutter in his stomach intensified as he hadn't ever spoken to him.

"There you are, Sweetheart. Those pictures don't do you justice."

"Thank you, Alpha."

Billy groaned and Steve felt a flush come to his cheeks.

"Are you always this polite Baby?"

Steve bit his lip. Brittney had given him some tips on the best way to make money especially if he didn't want to do anything too risky.

"If you want me to be."

Billy's eyes heated up in a way that made him squirm.

"You going to be a good boy for me?"

Steve lowered his eyes demurely.

"Yes, Alpha."

Billy licked over his teeth and that flutter became a tornado. Before Steve knew it he'd been talking to Billy for over an hour. He kept getting notifications that other people wanted him but every time his eyes strayed from Billy he would send him more money. He had made more money that night than he had in a week normally. Back home he had to keep his status a secret but all the Alphas he knew talked about wanting petite Omegas with big eyes and hips who they could protect and dominate in equal measure. He had always believed that it was the Brittneys of the world who got all the attention but here he was learning otherwise.

He wondered briefly if he should move on from Billy? Surely he wouldn't spend much more and if he continued to ignore everyone else they might ignore him next time. He gave Billy a soft smile.

"You've been so generous tonight Alpha but I don't want to monopolise all your time."

"I want to monopolise yours."

Steve looked at him with wide eyes.

"I…"

Billy leaned forward and let his voice drop to a whispered growl.

"How about a little show Princess. Just for me?"

"I wasn't planning on doing anything other than talking tonight."

"How about $200 for a little striptease?"

Steve's mouth fell open. $200? On top of everything else Billy had given him, he would be able to completely pay his rent for the month and eat better. However, he didn't want to go down this road. If he started doing sexual things with the Alphas there was no turning back. He shook his head. Billy smiled.

"$300."

"No, I…"

"$400. C'mon Baby just for me."

It was so tempting but how could he do this?

"I've never done anything like that…it wouldn't be any good…"

Billy got impossibly close to the camera.

$500. If you feel uncomfortable we can stop."

Steve bit his lip hard. He tried to bite it so hard that he would realise what a slippery slope he was about to go down and stop. Yet he couldn't do it. $500 was too much money for him to turn down. He nodded. A wide grin split Billy's face.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Stand up…that's it…"

Steve stood awkwardly in front of the webcam. He wasn't even wearing nice clothes. He'd picked out one of his best sweaters so he looked good on camera but underneath he was wearing an old pair of sweats from home and a thick pair of socks. It didn't stop Billy's eyes from travelling the full length of him.

"Take off your sweater…nice and slow…"

Steve slowly eased the sweater up and off his body. His hair fell into his eyes and gooseflesh broke out across his skin as the cold air caressed him. He set it down out of sight and stood before Billy who licked his teeth.

"Lose the sweats…"

He hopped on each leg to remove his socks then slid his hands into the waistband of the sweats and slid them down and off his legs. He hoped he was doing this in an appealing way but he'd never done a striptease before and he didn't think it was possible to make sweats sexy. He soon stood before Billy shivering in just his underwear. Billy's eyes burned into him.

"Keep going Pretty Boy…"

He licked his lips in nervousness then gripped the waistband of his underwear and pulled them off. He desperately wanted to cover himself but he knew that Billy was paying good money for this so that didn't seem fair. He averted his eyes for several moments while he felt his flush spread over his skin making him sweat despite the cold. The silence soon became too much and he glanced at Billy.

"Turn around and bend over for me."

Steve's eyes widened so much that he expected his eyes to roll across the floor. Billy just smiled and twirled his finger. He swallowed hard. It was a lot of money. He stiffly turned around and bent at the waist.

"Spread your legs for me…"

He did as he was told, feeling the cold air between his legs.

"Turn your head back to look at me, Baby."

He looked back at Billy. That intense stare made his skin prickle.

"That's it…such a good boy."

That strange flutter returned to his stomach. He had been right. It had opened the floodgates but only with Billy. Every night at eight on the dot he would log onto the site and Billy was always the first person to speak to him. The only person. He paid a lot of money for the things that he got Steve to do but to this point, it had only been stripteases which he had thankfully gotten better at over time and for him to wear the things that Billy sent him. Which mostly consisted of short skirts and lingerie. Steve didn't complain because even though he'd been embarrassed at various times he found he didn't mind these things at all and Billy paid him so much money he couldn't say no.

He had also become a little addicted to the praise that Billy gave him when he finally gave in. It had only taken a few days for the image quality of the webcam to not be enough and an entire computer plus recording equipment, lights and microphone had been sent to his apartment and fitted. Steve didn't know how Billy knew where he lived and when they talked he always forgot to ask. Now there was nowhere in his apartment that he could hide from Billy. It made the stripteases into full productions.

He remembered the first night with the full cameras and lighting. He had felt a little self-conscious especially when Billy wanted him to climb onto his bed on all fours, spreading himself open for the camera before looking back at Billy. This was a favourite request of his. When it had been the webcam it hadn't seemed too bad. Now everything was in high definition and Steve felt awkward. Billy didn't seem fazed at all. He just kept encouraging and praising him until he got what he wanted. He tipped him $1000 that night which took the sting out of his humiliation.

So now he was getting ready for his nightly session with Billy. He felt nervous in a way he hadn't for a long time. There had been a strange energy about Billy the night before and then today this outfit had arrived in the mail. It had been silky smooth under his fingers and he knew it would feel nice against his skin. He also knew this was Billy's way of telling him he wanted him to wear this tonight. He had finished his dinner early and then had a long hot bath getting himself ready for later that night.

An hour later he was watching the clock as it got closer to eight. He took a deep breath, maybe he needed a night off to go and do something away from all this. Thanks to Billy he had extra money in the bank so he could afford it. He was thinking about maybe visiting his mom when he realised it was time and logged on. Billy was already there. Waiting on him. His eyes lit up when he saw Steve in the outfit.

"You look so good, Baby. Stand up and show it to me properly."

By now he knew what Billy wanted and he didn't feel as self-conscious as he once had so he stood and turned slowly. He stopped so that he was able to look over his shoulder and slowly moved the skirt up to his hips so that Billy could see the lace. He knew that there were cameras installed so that Billy could see him all the way around but he generally treated the camera near the computer as though it were him. Billy's heated gaze made him feel warm all over. He turned back and started to run his hands over the crop top slowly easing it up the way he knew he liked when there was a knock at his door. He froze in place with his heart racing. Who could that be? Brittney knew to never interrupt him at this time. He stood dumbfounded for a moment wondering what he should do.

"Are you not going to get that Sweetheart?"

He blinked at Billy then looked down at what he was wearing. His face heated uncomfortably. He ran to his closet and pulled out his bathrobe, throwing it on as he moved to the door. He pulled it open just enough so the other person could see him. On the other side stood a courier. He held up a package.

"Harrington?"

Steve nodded. He pulled open the door and took the package then walked back inside. He looked at the package and it seemed as though it was from Billy. He put his bathrobe back and then sat on the bed with the package on his lap.

"Is this for me Alpha?"

"Why don't you open it and find out."

Steve pulled open the cardboard box. He wondered why Billy was sending him something else while he was talking to him. Normally anything from Billy came earlier in the day. Did he want to see his reaction? Inside the box were a lot of individually wrapped packages. All wrapped in soft pink tissue paper. He lifted one and ripped it open and inside was a vibrating cock ring. He glanced at Billy who licked his teeth at him.

"There should be a large rectangular one in there…"

With slightly shaky fingers Steve felt over the various packages until he felt a rectangular one. He lifted it out and slowly peeled away the tissue paper. His eyes widened when he read what it was, 'Himeros vibrating thruster.' It was a soft pink with a silver wing on the top adorned with a Swarovski crystal, his eyes ran over the details only really taking in some of it. Nine power thrust modes. Four vibrations. App remote control.

"Why don't we get you nice and ready for it?"

"You want me to use this?"

Billy nodded. Steve's heart started to race. He never expected to be put in this position. He only wanted to make a little money so he could eat but due to the reaction of his dad, he'd never felt comfortable as an Omega. Therefore he'd never explored what it was like to be one. He was hit with the sudden realisation that the only things he'd explored had been in this room with Billy. He'd never been touched, only looked at and to this point, he could walk away with his dignity mostly intact. All he'd done was spread himself open for Billy's pleasure but this was very different.

"It'll feel so good…I promise the best you've ever felt…until I finally get my hands on you…"

He could barely take in what Billy was saying. His mind was racing.

"C'mon Baby…I can get you nice and wet…"

"I dunno…I…"

"I'll make you a deal, Princess. You get yourself ready for the toy without coming and I'll pay your rent for the whole year."

"Rent?"

"Yes, Sweetheart…"

"And I don't have to use the toy?"

"Have it ready and see how you feel…"

If his rent was paid for the year he could eat better and sort himself out with some new clothes. Most of his new outfits he couldn't wear outside and New York was in the depths of winter. He took a deep breath and opened the toy's packaging. It felt smooth and soft in his hand but it also looked big and intimidating. He placed it on his bedside table and looked at Billy.

"Good boy, you won't regret it I promise…"

He stood up placed the box near the closet and stood in front of Billy once more.

"Turn around Sweetheart and show me those pretty little panties I got you…"

Steve took a deep breath. This was familiar. He slowly turned and slid the skirt up to his hips as he glanced over his shoulder. The heat in Billy's eyes was a welcome distraction.

"Take them off…slowly…"

He slid his fingers into the top of the panties letting the lace scratch against his fingers as he slowly moved them down his legs making sure he bent himself practically in half as he stepped out of them. The deepening of Billy's breathing made him feel a little better. He slowly moved back up straight then teasingly moved the skirt back in place so that only the bottom of his ass peeked out. He knew that Billy loved to tell him what to do but defying him a little seemed to make his blood run hot. He heard a growl and glanced over his shoulder. Billy was sitting up very straight. His eyes were wild and Steve knew if he was there he wouldn't stand a chance but Billy was on the other side of the country. He could look but he couldn't touch.

Steve turned around fully and let his fingers dance over his thighs. Billy's eyes followed the movement as his jaw firmed. He let his wrists brush against the skirt so that the fabric caressed his skin making his stomach flutter. He whimpered softly. It did feel good but it was to make Billy suffer.

He looked up at him through lowered lashes. He could only see him from the waist up but his whole body was coiled tight like a spring. His eyes burned through him as his teeth pressed against his lips. He wondered sometimes why someone like Billy spent his time on the site. He could see that he was a well-built attractive Alpha. He seemed to know what he wanted and he had the funds to pay for anything he desired so why not be with someone he could touch?

"On the bed Sweetheart…"

He turned and moved over to the bed. He knew what Billy wanted although it meant that Steve wouldn't be able to see him anymore. He crawled up onto the bed keeping himself on all fours before sinking the top part of his body onto the bed. He awkwardly reached back and slowly slid the skirt up until it was around his waist then he spread his legs a little more. Billy's groan let him know that he was doing exactly what he wanted. Normally it didn't go much further than this. Billy would get him to spread himself open and after Billy was finished so was Steve. He felt that nervous flutter as he knew today was going to be different. As he brought his hands up to spread himself he looked at the toy.

He couldn't even imagine it fitting inside him and the fact that it vibrates and thrusts. He felt a little lightheaded.

"Ok Baby I want you to press a finger up against that sweet little hole…"

Steve bit his lip to keep the whimper building inside. Equal parts humiliation and arousal mixed inside him until he couldn't tell them apart. He kept his left hand where it was so that he could keep himself spread. With his right, he brought his fingers up against his hole and started to run it around. He could feel to his continued humiliation that he was a little wet and groaned.

"Wet already? That's it, press a little harder…"

He did as he was told and the tip of his finger slid easily inside him. His face heated as he closed his eyes knowing that there was also a camera in his face so that Billy could enjoy him from all angles. His finger felt a little strange but his body fluttered around it as he pushed it in further. The toy danced behind his eyes as he moved it around trying to get used to the stretch.

"Fuck Princess you look so pretty all spread out like that…how does it feel?"

"G-good but…strange…"

"Push in a second finger…"

Steve did as he was told. The angle made it a little difficult but the stretch felt so good. As he moved them around he could feel himself getting wetter. Billy's groans and the growling tone of his voice helped.

"That's it…you look so good…taking it so well…imagine they're my fingers…you'd be stretched wide…I'd be sure to make you feel nothing but pleasure…"

Steve moaned at the thought. Billy's fingers seemed so thick and sure the times he'd seen them and he knew Billy would have no mercy on him.

"Alpha…please…"

"If I was there I'd cover you in marks…sink my teeth in just enough to make it hurt…lick over the bruises until you begged me to take you…"

Steve started to thrust his fingers inside himself. It felt good but something was missing. He couldn't quite get the angle right and Billy's voice was driving him crazy. He could see Billy's teeth in his mind. Could already feel them on his skin. His hot mouth, wicked tongue and all those sharp teeth. A little bit of pain to push his pleasure higher. He could feel the crop top sticking to his skin as his entire body seemed to be on fire.

"Please…please…"

"Your little fingers not enough to satisfy that greedy little hole of yours? Hmmm…need something a little more substantial…"

Steve hummed his assent.

"That toy is a perfect thickness…to get you nice and ready for me…it'll fill you up nicely…press up against all the spots you need…"

Steve slowly opened his eyes and looked at the toy. Where earlier it looked big and intimidating now it looked perfect. He pulled his left hand away from himself and moved it over towards it and with a little manoeuvring, he got it in a tight grip.

"That's it, Baby…now slowly pull your fingers free…"

Steve pulled his fingers from himself. He mourned their loss almost immediately.

"Now take a firm grip of the base and press it up against you…"

He did as he was told. The toy felt good against his skin. Almost as though it were real. He closed his eyes and pretended that Billy was behind him, his fingers unyielding on his hip as he sunk his teeth into his shoulder and his hot breath on his skin.

"Good now push Pretty Boy…"

Steve took a deep breath and pushed the toy inside. His body fluttered around it as it pressed in. Stretching him wide, filling him up until the tip pressed up against a spot that made colours flash behind his eyes. He whined.

"Fuck…so good…so good for me…how does it feel?"

"Good…oh god…please Alpha…please…"

"Place your hands back on the bed Sweetheart. That's it and brace yourself…"

Steve brought his hands up by his head. He was just about to ask why when he felt it. The toy moved inside him pressing further against that spot before retreating and then pushing back. Again and again. He sunk his fingers into the bedclothes in front of him as he cried out. Pleasure coursed through his body making his eyes water and his head foggy. He thought nothing had ever felt this good but he was wrong as soon it began to vibrate. The vibrations rattled his bones, made his stomach clench and his heart sing. He'd never felt anything like it. It was perfect. It was too much. It would never be enough. A loud whine erupted from his throat.

"Say my name, Princess…"

Steve opened his mouth to speak but he felt so overwhelmed that it was difficult to form words. The thrusts increased. His body fluttered around it harder while the rest turned to jelly.

"Say it Sweetheart or everything stops…"

"B-Billy…Billy please…"

"That's it, good boy…no one else will ever make you feel pleasure like this…soon you'll be coming around my knot…I'm gonna fill you so full you'll feel like you're going to burst…my sweet little Omega…mine…"

Steve came so hard that he collapsed down onto the bed. He felt the toy slow and stop. He didn't want it to move. He wanted to feel full for as long as possible but he'd become so wet that it finally slipped free much to his disappointment. He slowly turned and tried to catch his breath. His heart was hammering in his chest and he could feel his eyes growing heavy with sleep but he needed to finish things up with Billy. He pulled himself into a sitting position and then on wobbly legs he moved over towards the computer. Billy's eyes were so intense that he felt himself shiver with aftershocks of pleasure.

"Thank you, Alpha."

"Can you do one more thing for me, Princess?"

Steve blinked slowly at him. Billy's smile was sharp.

"It's nothing too taxing, just retrieving something from the box. It should be round."

Steve crawled over to the box shivering at Billy's soft growl. He dug through it until he found the package Billy was referring to. He pulled the tissue paper off to find a pale blue vibrating rimming butt plug. Even after everything he'd just done he felt his mouth fall open. He looked up at Billy who smiled at him.

"Tomorrow I want you ready and waiting at 5 o'clock sharp to follow my instructions and don't be late Sweetheart I have a meeting at 2:15 and you're going to help me get through it."

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