#Side note: Apologies for not being on discord much either

[accidentcache]

Ooh karaoke!! Can I get an angry/breakup ballad mixed with a tiiiiiny little bit of seduction (like tension) with Touya please? :D

how long | charlie puth / dee's karaoke night

notes: ex boyfriend touya / dabi. cheating, suggestive, alcohol consumption, touya's an ass. language. some hawks mentions bc i could not help myself lmao. possible dark content: coercion? i don't know if this counts tbh.

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"i don't remember you drinking that before," a low timbre managed to crawl it's way down your spine and you knew immediately who it was before even turning around. or even smelling him. his distinct scent wasn't too far behind, which only further confirmed that you were right. "how long's that been goin' on?"

your tongue meets the inside of your cheek. the burn from your previous sip is still stinging the skin and taste buds inside of your mouth but you're ignoring it. almost as good as you are at ignoring him.

but one thing that both of you know is that it doesn't last for long.

touya's hands meet the bar-top on either side of yours, caging you against the wood as he stands behind you. his mouth is mere inches away from the sensitive shell of your ear and you hate how your body still instinctively responds when in his proximity.

"you're still keeping me out on ice here, pretty," he mumbles into the space nestled against your earlobe. the pads of his fingers drum along the bar-top. irritable, in a way. impatient. you can feel the warmth of his quirk and his skin through the fabric of your own clothes.

it's been months since you've been this close to him. you swore you'd never be in the same vicinity as him ever again, but this is dabi being dabi. and subsequently touya being possessive. and reckless.

"you want me to apologize again?" he continues speaking when you continue to stay silent. his lips now linger along the prickled skin of your neck. hovering and teasing, but never quite making contact. "i'll do it and then some. just say the word."

as much as you want his hands on you, how much you miss the taste of him-- you can't get what hawks had told you out of your head. a clandestine meeting for intel had given you more than just information on hero plans.

did you believe him at first? no. if touya never trusted hawks to begin with, why would you? your trust lied in touya's judgement. you believed it was a manipulation tactic to unsettle and sow discord within the league-- which ultimately it did when the two of you fought and broke up.

touya sleeping with hawks' girlfriend to get high value intel on the winged hero himself? not something you wanted your boyfriend of a year and half to confirm.

touya doesn't act remorseful at all. underneath, however— he's gutted. brokenhearted. he always keeps his cards close to his chest-- even with you. he'd never outright admit he's been struggling and regretful since everything happened. he knows he fucked up. why does he feel the need to keep re-hashing it?

he didn't want to cheat on you in the first place. the whole event was pathetic to him-- just as he found hawks himself. a lousy night with some woman that wasn't you, turned into a gamble of just how hard he was willing to fight to get back into your good graces and be worthy of your implicit trust once again.

touya's left hand leaves the bar and latches onto your hip, ring finger and thumb flexing into your skin like he's done countless times before.

you stiffen in your seat. the gut reaction was to lean back against him, to push into his touch and accept the warmth that had only ever been reserved for you. it's a brief moment of hesitation, but touya catches it. of course he does, he's too perceptive for his own good.

it's the alcohol dulling your senses. surely you don't miss touya's touch at all. he cheated on you for scraps of information on a mere pawn in his game. you don't miss the taste of his skin in the middle of the night when you're a mess of tangled limbs. it must be the whiskey.

his mouth moves lower against your neck, meeting the crook of skin where it meets your shoulder. you can feel his lips curl into a smirk, ghosting against your skin in that infuriating way that always gets you to unravel just a little more for him.

does he know this dress is new? the way his hand travels from your hip to fit snugly on the curve of your waist indicates so. his thumb runs a little pattern-- back and forth, back and forth. soothing. drawing you closer towards a breaking point with each provoking pass of his thumbpad.

touya's breath is hot in your ear. "this looks nice on you." his pointer finger and thumb pull the fabric taut before letting it snap back against your skin. your jaw clenches.

touya's lips trace the seam of his mouth and it grazes the shell of your ear. a flicker of shameful heat wanders down your spine.

"c'mon baby," his voice lowers-- purring in that one persuasive tone that only stokes the embers that threaten to ignite in your gut. is the alcohol making him talk like this? "indulge me just for tonight. i want to see how it looks on my floor first before anyone else gets to."

you knew when you turned around that it wasn't going to be one night. and you also knew that the moment you locked eyes with him that the dress wasn't going to leave his room either.

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[wuwaworld]

Platonic!Mortefi x Reader (AU?)

idk what to call this mess tbh.. :P

err... cause of death, sir? a literal hot man.

tw: crack, mentions of death, spoilers if you squint

Mortefi was a new researcher in the Huaxu Academy, young and fresh in the age of 18. his intellegence and skills had made him easily rise in the high seats, making those who had worked for much longer become his admirers or jealous yappers.

there was one thing that was absolute. Mortefi has his own moody room. a small, tinted window cubicle that he can pour out his annoyance into. his overwhelming emotions that can be kept at bay on his own. the cubicle was soundproof— a bit small for liking, yet it fit right into the young researcher's newly furnished office.

you were in the Academy a few years before he came by. a young apprentice from the previous leader of the Tacetite Weaponry. now, with Mortefi in-charge, a few of your colleagues hurriedly left the team. being replaced with new ones that were trying to get past Mortefi's ways of thinking, just like you.

there was an unspoken rule behind Mortefi's back. your colleagues had forcibly sacrificed you as the main speaker to bridge the team to the young leader. saying that they either speak too politely for the young man to grasp what they try to portray, yet you knew they just couldn't bother to keep up with Mortefi's skills. his graceful, albeit blunt remarks that undeniably improved the Academy's growth—

“are you listening to me?”

“oh,” you blinked, “well.. er.. what was it again? I apologize.”

Mortefi sighs, gesturing to the digital screen filled with numerous numbers and weapon models. “I said that this is not even up to the standards of weaponry against Tacet Discords,” he closes the tab, “one use on these weapons, then it's gone. below average designs if I must say,”

you involuntarily let out a sigh of relief, that design was not yours. he wasn't disappointed with you (yet). the constricted way your body felt easing into relaxation.

“you seem glad,” Mortefi noted, fixing his glasses, “why is that?”

“nothing,” you quickly replied, clearing your throat, “should I inform the team to spur another set of designs?”

“you should,” Mortefi hums. his body flickering the familiar shades of crimson bolts. “children can come up with better ideas. why can't they?”

a beat of silence... then he shakes his head, a resigned sigh slipping past his lips.

“nevermind, I'll come to them myself.” the young man says, his body rapidly being surrounded in crimson red. the scales on his body spreading like wildfire on his skin.

“wait, Mortefi..” you involuntarily gulped, blocking the exit to his office, “you should go to the cubicle first.”

“I'm fine,” he insisted, the bolts undeniably becoming brighter. almost hurting your eyes, “I just need to talk with them,”

“you know they won't.” you said, wincing at your own remark, “...you knew this whole time.”

if possible, the bolts grew brighter. his annoyance easily slipping into his calm facade.

“Mortefi-”

knock knock!

“meeting with all the researchers today in five. see ya,” a man outside the door drawls, their footsteps fading quickly.

you turn back to Mortefi, feeling a slight panic in your chest as he became more.. annoyed. his breaths heavy and fists clenched on his sides.

while the meeting was crucial, it was also a display show for each top researches. the spotlight undeniably on the new recruit (aka Mortefi) who easily climbed the ranks. by his current state, you knew he would just get more agitated. despite the fact you knew Mortefi wouldn't outright lash out in front of everyone.

just to be cautious, you gestured your arms around his frame. not touching him, yet coaxing his body to move towards the cubicle.

“come on.. Mortefi,” you spoke softly, hushed— amidst the crackling sound of bolts and growls, “please..”

his body naturally followed, mind occupied elsewhere. the young researcher simply let you guide him. the familiarity of your presence made him walk towards the cubicle without much protest.

you send an encouraging smile his way, one foot stepping inside the cubicle. your arms still outstretched coaxing him.

that.. was your first mistake.

you hadn't known the cubicle wasn't just a mere room. how could it be plain when it was made for Mortefi, and the man also customized it himself to be sentient-like? a speaking machinery room, a robot.

as soon as the sensors of the cubicle detect his agitation. metal arms reached out, accidentally dragging your feet along with Mortefi's as it scraped against the floors with a squeak, pushing your legs as your body was jerked inside the room. the door immediately shutting close.

“what the-!”

you almost yelled, yet you saw how calm Mortefi's expression was despite the bolts still on his form. his dry reaction making you annoyed.

“get me out,” you huffed, crossing your arms. the room was more cramped with two people now. and Mortefi's bolts licking your skin didn't help, it wasn't painful— just adding more to the uncomfortable feeling of the moment.

“it won't,” he replies, leaning against the glass wall, “not until I calm down,”

you deadpan, “then calm down.”

....second.. mistake.

Mortefi's annoyance grew brighter, you almost had to shut your eyes close.

“hey, I'm as pissed as you right now!”

“then why order me?” he huffs, rolling his eyes, “you're not good at comforting people.”

you could almost felt a tick mark growing, “I'm older than you— speak with some respect, at least!”

Mortefi turns away, nails digging to his skin as he attempts to ignore you. trying to soothe his emotions and keep them at bay. your presence not helping his annoyed state.

“aren't you some smart, young man?” you said, still tying to find your way out, “just hack the device.”

he continues to ignore your presence. eyes shut. the flames rapidly changing from wild to tame. then, he couldn't calm down anymore. his flames growing as a colleague dialed him, taunting.

“hey newbie, still stuck in some emo phase aren't ya? being late by a few minutes, you really want the spotlight huh? teenagers these days... tsk tsk.”

that was it, that was the last straw.

your body instinctively scrambled back. the corner of your eyes seeing the scorch marks on the cubicle walls. a sign of history.

and maybe, somewhere along the line... you're bound to become part of Mortefi's past. his breathing becoming more ragged as the flames became blinding.

“M..Mortefi, wait-!”

boom!

the world soon became black. your vision seeing red before passing out.

it was the first time the durable cubicle broke. your body slumping on the floor with a thud.

whether or not you're dead... eh, that's for a much more calm Mortefi to handle.

[the-real-rain-world-confessions]

Oooooohh, where do I even begin?

I think the one I wanna give shout-outs to the most is Jadzio/Zeraorarb, the runner of the Room Showdown blog. The effort and dedication they've put into that thing is incredibly impressive - as it was by far the longest running, and most consistent RW poll blog you can find on Tumblr. The room tournament has actually ended a few weeks ago, but it lasted about a year, and god, was it a blast to follow!

Next are creators who have given me (and many others) opportunities to voice act in their high quality works - the two most notable being Northflowo and Uranium Eater. Their videos are also just generally really good, so it was an especially huge honor to contribute to them (it also helps that they were real pleasant to talk to).

Speaking of really good videos, Opsiian has undoubtedly become my favorite RW YouTuber to follow. I never really interacted with her, but the sheer quality of her videos is insane - especially the ones dedicated to her OCs. Love the freakish art style, and the writing of the dialogue as well.

Something that's a bit on the less serious side is the Splitmind AU Askblog. It may not be for everyone, as neither its lore, nor its iterator dialogue is particularly canon-compliant, but it's still a charming little blog with a very fun premise and some neat character designs for the Slugcats.

Then there's the people I interacted with on Artfight - either through attacks or defenses. There are a few too many people to individually note each (about like, 10, I think), but they were all incredible. I loved the reactions, I loved the art, and I loved working with their OCs!

And lastly, I gotta give huge props to the people who I've got to interact with on Discord VCs - people that still stuck around with the SC community with me. Areon, Kuz, Floof, Byug, Herr Sten, Squeekles, Fay, Snovi, and a few others who I might be forgetting (apologies if you're one of them): You're all amazing people that are really fun to hang around and talk with, and I thank you so much for spending your time, on watching me fumble around in Expedition Mode. You guys (along with Jadzio) have certainly done the most to keep my sanity intact during these recent times, and I appreciate that a lot! ^-^

Oh, and the few who have rambled about Nightcat x Spearmaster with me are pretty cool as well (I believe they were Dingo, Stargazer, and Ooph, but I could be misremembering/forgetting). I'm not really much of a shipping kinda guy, but it was still a ton of fun, and I appreciated their art too :)

Apologies for making this so long, but there are many people here who I really enjoyed spending time with, or whose content I really adore. There's still a couple folks I skipped, I just felt like they were the most noteworthy ones, so yeah.

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[spiritstalking]

https://www.tumblr.com/tarotlexa/782276789903982592/proof-of-my-inbox-being-spammed-with-homophobic?source=share

.. I don’t normally speak on here but in general I find this whole situation horrible after reading all the posts on here. I know this post is long but I’ve noticed similar things happening in the Astro community and wanted to give my take on it.

Racism is horrible and disgusting and I’m glad that honey apologised for their actions and after looking at her page it seems like she’s reflecting on what happened.

But after reading tarotlexa’s post and her side. She did apologise for jumping into a situation without knowing the whole story.

… but you can’t be all pressed about racism and don’t give two shits about homophobia.

‘Open the discord - f*’- idk who else would have said that if not someone on this ‘server’.

As a black queer person I’ve been on both sides of the spectrum. I have suffered from the hypocrisy of people of either side being predjuice against the other. Hate is hate and lexa didn’t deserve that response and it makes me sick that someone is deliberately attacking her like that. That’s disgusting! 🤢

I hope the person (hopefully it’s not the whole server) who is harassing lexa does apologise to her. Because I don’t agree with witch-hunts.

Not to mention I think you spiritstalking should clarify that you don’t condone hate nor want people to harass others. As I’ve spent too much time here and I looked at the dates and realised that vamptarotscam only appeared after u brought up the issue with vamptarot. And that user did say that they got messages from others about it. I’m not saying that you’re responsible but .. perhaps.

i’m also glad honey apologized and is reflecting.

based on what i’ve heard surrounding the situation i’m unsatisfied with lexa’s response, but of course slurs, homophobia, and things of that nature should never be used.

based on the responses i’ve given on my blog since i’ve started it (including in the vamptarot situation where i still gave sympathy for possible struggles in their life even if we know some of those struggles are unfounded); i hope it’s obvious i don’t stand for hate or harassment. i stand for holding people accountable and making sure those who frequent tarotblr/astroblr know which creators are trustworthy and which ones are not.

i’m pretty sure vamptarotscam was the original anon who sent the message to my blog that set everything off and eventually felt encouraged to make the blog we now know them by, but i have no involvement with them or anyone else. in fact, i criticized them right before you sent this ask, but i digress

this is also an important time to note it’s possible to call people out/bring awareness without resorting to bullying, harassment, etc.

[abyssal-ali]

Hi, my friend is asking why there are so many maribat fics, and especially with DamiMari.

Maybe you know about the history of these crossovers in Batman Fandom?

Hi!

(Fellow Maribat fans, feel free to add your own commentary or correct any of my mistakes.)

So @/ozmav created the Damian x Marinette ship in 2018, I think? It was just a fun little crossover that blew up and became really popular. I was not around either of those fandoms at the time, so I'm not sure about all the details.

Daminette was the first Maribat ship created, so it was around the longest, and thus accumulated the most works.

Eventually, the other Bat Boys got their own ship, and now the Maribat (or now, more technically, DCxMLB) fandom has so many more ships and crossovers -not necessarily between the Bat/MLB main characters.

Some rarepair ships (any DCxMLB ship not between one of the four main Bat Boys and Marinette) include Konette (Conner Kent/Superboy and Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Ladybug) and Timdrien (Tim Drake/Red Robin and Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir), to name a couple.

The Maribat fandom also crosses over with multiple fandoms, like DPxDCxMLB or MCUxDCxMLB.

Some pure MLB and DC stans definitely dislike Maribatters, especially during the beginning of the fandom, when the tags for both fandoms were cluttered with DCxMLB content. Now that it's grown so much and has its own tags, I think the hate has calmed down somewhat. (Although, I prefer to keep out of fandom drama, so I may simply have missed the hateful discourse ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.)

Overall, the Maribat fandom has really grown from a crack ship to its own large, well-populated community. There are tags on Ao3 and many discord servers, which runs events such as "Jasonette July" and "Maribat? Get In! [a server] Civil War".

On a personal note:

As to my thoughts on the ships themselves, my favorites are Daminette (Damian Wayne/Robin and Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Ladybug) and Jasonette (Jason Todd/Red Hood and Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Ladybug). It's always fascinating to rotate a character or ship in your head like a rotisserie chicken, considering their Canon and Fanon traits and then exploring them in whatever medium you choose (my medium of choice is writing fanfiction).

For Daminette, the ship you specifically asked about, I am drawn to it because I find the differences between the couple adorable. I personally have a fondness for the Grumpy x Sunshine trope, a Tsundere male lead, and relationship/character growth. (Of course, sometimes it's nice just to read a cute 500 word drabble with no plot, no specific dynamics, and no development, where the couple is just cute and happy.)

I think that is one of the beauties of Maribat. With so many various ships and characters to choose from, there's something for everyone, and we can all bond over belonging to the same fandom(s). Some of us have joined from the MLB side, some from the DC side, some just got dragged in by a friend and have no knowledge of either fandom, and that's okay! With so much to explore in both fandoms, there is constantly new content* being made with love (and tears. And laughter, both evil and joyful. And hornin-).

I've made some of my best friends through this fandom, and I'm proud to be a part of it.

I hope this helps, and I apologize if my ramblings detracted from my answers!💜

*Yes, I am aware of the popular Tropes such as "Akuma Class Trip to Gotham" and "Long-Lost Wayne".

[universal-kitty]

Alright. The Solasposting is going beneath the cut- as written as it was on Discord- because if I try to force myself to make any of those into something that makes sense enough for a text post... I'm probably just going to put it off forever. 😔

And if my server has to hear it, then y'all are gonna have to, too!!!

Okie, let's go-

I am getting scruffed by the back of my neck by Solas OTL

His angst compels me.

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HE’S SO ANGSTY BUT THE HEARTACHE IS SO BITTERSWEET…..

And like. Not even bad… The sweet aspects are haunting my brain.

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[once I got onto my laptop-]

Like. The whole thing of keeping secrets. Carrying the guilt of failing a whole people, and trying to right it, while only able to ever seemingly select wrongs. Had he even loved anyone, before it all? Certainly not during it; by the time Solas was awake again, guilt was consuming him in waves. He was weak, and could only put together a history he'd missed... Regrets formed out of a love for the people he was most fond of.

...And yet, it's out of those broken people that they happened. Idc on anyone being like, "I want to romance him as [other race]," THE POINT IS the poignance of him looking at an "echo" of his true people (an elf!!), and yet..... He knows he shouldn't, and yet.......

I am ILL with the fact that he loves the Inq. I've seen a post arguing/wondering it. He does. Does he love them more than trying to correct his prior mistake...? Alas, no. AND YET HE DOES LOVE THEM!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH

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OH, OH AND I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO MENTION....... My favorite.

Cam's my P1 for my Dragon Age experience. Playing as an elven mage, cause fuck it, I'll be everything he wants me to be. No regrets, babeyyyy!!!!

Anyways.

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The same mf who's like. "Oh, we shouldn't." / "I don't want to lead you on or encourage these things."

Is the same mf who attempts to dissuade romance/interest in him and then initiates both of the kisses I've seen so far.

HE'S REALLY OVER HERE LIKE, "We shouldn't................ Unless-? "

{ Edit / Note: Funnier bc I half-lied here?? By accident?? Technically, the first kiss goes to Inq. for kissing him in the first place; they're the one to jump the minor, street blockade to kiss him in the first place!!! BUT-!!!! When their confidence to continue and pursue it further fails more than a...rather chaste kiss, Solas is the one to shake his head, and pull them in for more.

{ He very much did not have to!! He has a temporary regret over it, even, how he caved right quickly to his desires...and yet, if Inq gives the nudge of, "No, I do want this," he doesn't...stop it, either. He relents just as quickly.

{ ...I think he's just very funny (in a "I'm going feral over the Meanings" kind of way) that... For someone who's got so much going on. Looots of baggage he was hesitant to share? He really doesn't hold himself back as much as he gives HIMSELF credit for..... LOL! I love him so fiercely. }

Waking up randomly at 7 AM with full consciousness to go:

Also. For someone who brings so much hurt, he never hurts the Inquisitor….

Like. There are no fights. He can be a bit on edge or defensive, but the moment he is called out for it/pointed out, he apologies, puts down his hang-ups, and continues to speak with clarity on whatever was troubling him.

He’s not wholly truthful, of course; he had doubts until the end if he could trust his own love…..

But holy fuck, you can call him out on that.

In the DLC, you can legit point out to him, “Did you think I’d reject you? That I wouldn’t hear your side?”

I’m so. Hhhh- [posi]

{ Note: Yes, I did legitimately wake up with full consciousness one morning. Go, "Solas! I need to talk about Solas," and then wrote all of that. In one go. The powers of this romance arc, ig!! }

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I get to sit front seat and watch this all go down with my chara… Agony. /aff

Worth it, tho. I got into this series for this damn egghead, and I’m not backing down, even knowing all I know!!!

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…also The Veilguard is on its way, and. Our prior relationship to Solas- in Inq- is going to matter and…I keep wondering to how much of a degree????

Literally been half-begging Cam that our first chara in Veilguard is in the same world as my Solasmancer…just to see what that���d mean for Veilguard… (It’s also been 10 yrs in game?? Is my Inq okay?? Solas, are you still keeping an eye on them????)

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Lines that've been haunting me:

Lavellan sometimes came awake from dreams in which her lover watched her sadly from across an endless distance. If they were more than simple dreams, she could not say, for every time she reached for him, he vanished into nothing.

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And fun fact-!! In an era where elves were long lived and, essentially, immortal, they lost their hair after a millennia of age! (Solas falls into this category, of course.)

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He also doesn't like tea. I am finding that oddly charming abt him...

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I am. Trying not to cry in public AS IT ALL CLICKS—

The obsession not just w/ the angst, but the specific flavor of, “Let me love you. I want to love you, so please… Let me in. (You love me, too, and I won’t let you run from that.)”

[SCREAMS!!!!!]

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I want to hold his stupid (lovely) hand and pull the damn cork on all he’s been holding back, so I can hear his stories!! The history he was there for, without trying to obfuscate the truth of it!!!

I can’t handle this, what da hell……………

MORE FUN FACTS ABT SOLAS!!!!!

He has worn a wig before!!! He tried to fake being a bard, was succeeding....except his dumbass wasn't drinking the tea he ordered...and he later admits, "Yeah, I was trying to not be obvious in every way, but, uh.... Yeah, still don't like tea. LOL"

Anyways, this is relevant bc he wore a wig as part of his disguise!! It was blonde and fluffy, apparently. (And they recently confirmed he probably still has it, ehehe)

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I REALLY-

Anyways. I'm too badly down for the elf.

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Trying to do my damned Elvhen language study and.

Person went into talks over how words sharing meanings work w/ the confession Solas did. The feelings hit so hard, I legit feel unwell, ahaha. /lh (It's not srs!! We are fine.)

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I'm. Hggghhhhgghgh.

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WHATEVER, I'm sharing my agonies w/ everyone here:

For example, the now loved phrase that Solas tells the player in a romance: "Ar lath 'ma vhen'an." While in the game it is written as "Ar lath ma vhen'an," I believe this is incorrect (I am love you home? huh?). In this case, 'ma is a contraction of mine. Translated literally it would mean "I am love, my home," (remember, 'to be' can be implied). It should be noted that 'home,' has many translations within Elvhen, as they are a very symbolic people. They have a different word for the literal (arla), conceptual (in), and symbolic (vhen'an) meanings for 'home.' In the case of vhen'an, this is the symbolic meaning, which is why a second translation for vhen'an is 'heart.' "Ar lath 'ma vhen'an." I love you. You are my home. | I love you. You are my heart.

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MY HEART NEARLY SQUEEZED TO ITS END CAUSE OF THOSE PARAGRAPHS

I need everyone to "suffer" with me.... The romantic agonies...

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Like... Holy fuck. Saying "you are my home" AND "you are my heart" at the same damn time????

Anyways,

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[ Redacted piece where I go into new depths of Oh No, My Emotions over gifs of his romance scenes... 1) I do not want to grab new gifs/the gifs rn! 2) I am losing my mind again. I'm going to replay this game at some point?? Help. ]

Update: I'm about to start crying at my desk.

What I wanted: need some sappy romance shit in Elvhen. What I got: Learning abt the Fade & tombstones appear in a scene that show everyone's worst fear. Solas' is.....dying alone.

SOLAS HAS CONFIRMED TEA THAT HE LIKES!!!! A WIN FOR TEA!!!!!!!

Q. “Does Solas have a type of tea he doesn't mind as much as others? Or are all of them equally detestable?” A. "Orange zinger."

{ TL;DR of points beyond this... I guess I'm going to try orange zinger tea at some point, just to see what the hype's about! That, and I saw some recipes when I looked it up, so I suppose I'll be trying those, too...? Seems fun, at the least! }

You are now up to date on whatever accursed things are running through my mind at this time.

[skeepy-deepy34]

✿~𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝~✿

Last updated:31/5/25

Hello hello hello!! my name's skeepy ^^ but you can also call me:

☆~skeeper

☆~skeep

☆~Anastasia

☆~cherry

If you know me irl please don’t use my real name…

Basic Info

✿~she/her/they/them/it

✿~British,Irish,Scottish

✿~minor (13-15)

✿~i AM the ceo of cowboys and cinemas I just love them smsm aughhh…

✿~sharing yume shipper :3 (can be selective at times tho)

✿~lesbian,ambiamours and genderfaer

✿~I draw things and sometimes tween and edit when I feel like it :}

✿~gabby's wife no clickbate

✿~also #1 Mr dickens fan hehe...

Fandoms/interests (bold = main)

♡~Obviously cowboys and cinemas!! Ok I’ll shut up about them now..

♡~Dialtown (obviously)

♡~miffy!! (I love her sm..)

♡~The black phone

♡~beneath the trees where nobody sees

♡~hotline Miami

♡~Resident evil

♡~Fnaf (mainly movie)

♡~lollipop chainsaw

♡~regretevator

♡~Vocaloid

♡~Everything is fine

♡~Detroit become human

♡~Dear even Hansen

♡~Mortal kombat

♡~The last of us

♡~Heathers

♡~The Stanley parable

♡~American psycho

♡~IT

♡~stranger things

♡~Crk

♡~Aggretsuko

♡~Spider man across the spider verse

♡~Nimona

♡~inside job

♡~Flowers

♡~Cats and dogs

♡~Art

♡~Graphics

(Lots of interests…)

DNI...

☹︎~PROSHIPPERS ABSOLUTELY DNI I HATE Y'ALL WITH A FUCKING PASSION

☹︎~homophobs,racists and etc

☹︎~ranorm shippers…

☹︎~norm x Mingus fans are on VERY THIN ICE (I am heavily uncomfortable with the ship for loads of reason (one being REALLY personal to me) but not saying you can’t interact with me,just make sure to properly tag your norm x Mingus posts and I won’t mind)

Also on another note I don’t mind PLATONIC norm and Mingus since I find them as found siblings who constantly argue but as romantic… no absolutely not..

☹︎~z00philes,p£dos and etc

☹︎~people who sexualize/simp for the basement boys (tbp) I'm sorry but y'all are fucking weirdos those are KIDS

☹︎~people who constantly criticize/bash beginner artists

Nothing fandom wise on the dni ^_^

(Expect for hazbin hotel and helluva boss fans other than 5 people I met, I NEVER had a good experience with yall)

Just dont be a asshole and we ok

Also if you don't like cowboys and cinemas this account is NOT for you pretty much most posts are about them so like... Yeah

!!SIDE NOTE!!:

I rarely block people but when I do it’s pretty freely,if your blocked you most likely either posted something that made me really uncomfortable,you done things to me/my friends or your being a absolute dickhead n allat as I mentioned I rarely block people so like- eh

Silly facts about me/btws!!

♧~I met matpat on a school trip once!!

♧~ have three cats (they are all stupid)

♧~I sprayed bleach in my mouth and survived

♧~when writing sentences I sometimes forget to add words/place wrong words (don't ask me how that happens it just does-) so if I type to you and it seems that It doesn't make sense that's why and my sincere apologies (;_;)

♧~my birthday is July 25th!!

♧~pls be direct and honest about when I make you uncomfortable if I do, I struggle with boundaries at times and I can't read the room at times aswell especially with the fact I'm hypersexual I might not know when I'm crossing lines so,,pls tell me when I'm doing something wrong

♧~i forgor 💀

Persona!!

Stinky stinkle

YUME SHIT!!!

Posts about each of my sonas coming soon

My f/o's are..

-Norm and Mr dickens (yes both-) -dialtown

-gabby - dialtown

-Samatha strong - bttwns

-jacket - hotline Miami

I loveeee them smsmsmsmsm <333 hehe...

Oh yeah also I got most designs for my f/o's :33 RIGHTT... HERE!!

Other socials you can find me on!!

TikTok

Twitter (I don’t give a fuck if it’s called X now)

Discord- dm for pls..

Pinterest

Strawpage

PLS I NEED GIMMICKS... : [

GRAPHICS/USERBOXES!!!

(Two were made by me :})

Anyways that’s all about me!! If yall have questions let me know ^^

[oflostinfound]

(viviskull) You feel a familiar, cool presence silently linger at your side. That familiar coldness, so unbound by their ways of abnormal nature, offers you a gentle rub into your arm. A gesture of apology? From the blue of your teary vision, you could make out the striking blues of Vivi’s sweater, the warm fuzz bringing some ounces of comfort; not enough to calm your fluttering, frightful heart, but just a familiar soul to be there with unspoken guidance.

Her touch, while cold, felt strangely warm. Huh.

Suddenly, a sharp pain pricks the sensitive nerves of your skin, an unknown weight quickly claims a space in your chest. A strange presence fills your senses then, something more overwhelming than your mother had been in your most weakest moments. You weren’t alone now, yet she didn’t come on her own either.

You must be Hax, I presume.

A deep, wordless voice echos in your head. It felt strange, yet familiar. Something of comfort, but coming from a body.. A voice to a friend it didn’t belong.

She did quite a number to a poor head, didn’t she? To do such a terrible sin to their own child… My little spirit, what brought you to such a state like this?

You hold so much on your own shoulders, to live on your own. I might not be familiar to you, but I feel something has left you hurt. Tell me, my little soul, what troubles you?

*Golden Strings (Vivi’s brain buddy) @ Hax? If you need details, my discord is open!*

The cool warmth was a strange sensation, but a welcome one after noting the familiar blue if Vivi's sweater in this vision. The blue haired woman they had come to care for, and be cared by.

At least, it was a comfort at first.

The pain makes them recoil with a gasp, makes them grip and their chest and head as something else enters their mind, as this other presence overwhelms them.

Fear. That was all they felt as the strange wordless voices echos. Unable to focus on the words, just the sudden feeling of being controlled again. Even if that wasn't the case.

|| 💛 ||: ❝Get-- Get out- ❞

Even if they were offering a different form of comfort, they didn't want it. Not like this.

|| 💛 ||: ❝ Get out of my head-! ❞

@viviskull

[talesfromasnarkylisa]

Lacey: Chapter 28

James: September 15, 2023

I had gotten back into the swing of things when it came to university. Studying was now easy as usual, assignments felt light and casual, and I finally stopped being tired running from class to class after a little while. 

The online side of things, on the other hand, was more of a double edged sword. Sure, I had become a proper editor at Music Refined with the authority to actually make changes to pieces instead of having to go under-the-table to do so like with Oscar Winters. The job was not super easy, but it was fun to laugh at people ignoring the private notes I gave them. I also became better at filtering out vitriolic commenters targeting me via forcing certain keywords to trigger pending labels which I’d have to look at first before giving my approval.

But the hate comments still kept coming. While they came more privately, this also meant that people could be more specific with their vitriol. One such comment seemed to come from a commenter who knew far more about my private online matters than they should have.

AveMaria69 (11 hours ago): Heyyyyy Archer. It’s me, God’s little sinner of an angel. I know you don’t really believe in God - you did say that you were agnostic in one of your QnAs, after all. Remember last year’s? The one where you said you were sooooo not dating Lovergirl or Augusta? Well, I sure do. That was a fucking lie, wasn’t it? Of course, that’s not the only reason I’ve come here to comment. I mean, everyone already knows that. The real reason why I’m here is because of what you’ve done to him. Remember Code Javelin? Well, I know just why Sanjay hated you. He doesn’t want to talk about it all that much beyond what went public, so I’ll respect that. But ohhh boy, you had done fucked there with all the shit you did years ago. Remember what you did to Carolina with the “you’re just a female friend therefore you’re not as high on my priority list?” Mr. “You Are A Terrible Person That Should Log Off Forever Because You Didn’t Understand The Evils Of Facial Profiling Software?” Oh yeah, what about Mr. “Uses His Gay Best Friend’s Crush On Him To Turn Him Against One Of His Own Friends While He Is Secretly Self-Harming?” That’s a good one, isn’t it? Anyways, I’m just going to stand and watch as karma burns you to the ground. Because I just know it will.

First of all, this comment was just pure baloney at this point. Just about everything save for perhaps Sanjay’s resentment of me had been resolved a long time ago. As for him, he did apologize. But he later called me out on me being a jerk, so…

Regardless, I was still somewhat concerned with how much private stuff this “fallen angel” seemed to know. Mind you, I was smart enough to know that this was definitely not anything supernatural. However, there was no way anyone could have known about me telling off Corianna’s attempts to bond with me as a friend due to her gender and relationship status or me debating a guy over DMs when he tried to explain why facial profiling for face recognition software was good without either being involved in the Code Javelin or being someone that someone there spread the word to. 

And that’s not even getting into Darian’s alleged crush on me. I’m honestly not sure if I believe it myself, that someone as sociable as him could possibly fall for a man like me when there are so many other spicier candidates out there. Besides, I know for a fact he’s into women as well. He did date Eleanor, after all. But I am his best friend and he is rather clingy sometimes. Who knows?

I decided to talk to Vivian about my concerns over a Discord call.

“Hello, Vivian,” I greeted her.

“Hey Archer,” she responded. “Long time no see, am I right?”

“Yeah,” I answered.

Vivian unmuted herself.

“It’s fine,” Vivian reassured me. “We all have our own lives. Anyways, did you want to talk about something?”

“Oh yeah,” I told her. “I’m sorry if this is an uncomfortable topic for you now, but…do you remember if anything and what got leaked from the Code Javelin chat beyond what was given to me and given publicly? Since Carol talked to you a lot about it and communicated stuff from there?”

“Of course other stuff got leaked,” stated Vivian. “Believe me when I say this: the first third of this year and the final half of last year were probably the absolute worst time periods for your reputation online. Now, this wasn’t entirely your fault. It is not easy to go through what Augusta did and not lash out in any way. But the fact of the matter is that your own pre-existing arrogance only made it worse.”

Pre-existing arrogance? I thought to myself. Preposterous! Vivian does not understand my intellect. I pulled myself by bootstraps to survive while barely underage and kicked out of my parents’ house. I was the valedictorian for my high school. To this day, I still remain on top of every class academics-wise. And on the social side…well, there’s Lacey. While she isn’t caving into every facet of my plan to ruin her, she is still in contact with me on decent-ish terms. Besides, I’m in a position of power over her as an editor of a publication where she is a mere beta reader.

I was just about to unmute myself when I got a DM from Lacey.

Lacey Hannah (09/15/23, 7:31 PM): Heya…I kind of need advice on something.

Finally, I felt relieved. She’s desperate for my help now.

“You there?” asked Vivian.

“Yup,” I said. “Thanks for your insight. I kind of need to go now, though.”

“Alright then,” Vivian responded. “I’m going out with my girlfriend soon regardless, which no one but you and whoever else I’ve told needs to know about. See ya!”

Vivian muted herself.

“Bye,” I ended the call.

I set my Discord status to Do Not Disturb and texted Lacey back.

Archer J (09/15/23, 7:37 PM): Alright, what’s up?

(Wattpad version: https://www.wattpad.com/1523720482-lacey-chapter-28)

[sophywolfy]

I Might As Well Introduce Myself Finally :)

Henlo! I am Sophy/X-AL, whichever you think fits me best! I am the Androgynous, mythical being whom runs this little blog in my corner of Tumblr! I haven't been on Tumblr (at the time of writing this) for very long, but regardless I am happy to be here! Stuff About Me: ~ I go by Sophy or X-AL! Either name works for me! ~ I'm Androgynous! And I have no preference whatsoever on pronouns! Use whichever fits your image of what I am to you! ~ I am a 20 yr old user! ~ I am from the MST part of Canada, and usually I'm around all the time! ~ I use Discord, Instagram, AO3, and Toyhouse mainly, alongside Tumblr. (I go as "Sophywolfy" on all those) ~ I love to talk in paragraphs- Idk why I do considering I don't like talking irl much, but on social media, when comfortable or excited, I just type out a long ass thing and then apologize afterwards usually- xD ~ I main in the artist side of the creative stuff, but I do write occasionally! I'll off and on post my art here on Tumblr once I get a better watermark situated- xD ~ My Main Fandoms I'm In: Labyrinth, HTTYD, Transformers, CoD ~ My Secondary Fandoms: Minecraft, Jurassic Park/World, Warrior Cats, Avatar (James Cameron) ~ My Tertiary Fandoms: SCP, Halo, Rio, WoF, anything else I may post/talk about ~ I love all types of music! Some of my fav music artist are; David Bowie, Hollywood Undead, Alan Jackson, Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, and many other country, pop, alt, rock and the occasional metal band! ~ Some of my fav movies are; Labyrinth (please- talk to me about this movie, I have so much brain rot about it rn- xD), HTTYD 1, Transformers (TFP, Bayverse, G1), Rio, Jurassic Park III, Jurassic World II. Other Stuff: ~ I have no idea how 90% of stuff works, I'm just here to post, maybe make some new friends (please- you are absolutely welcome to message me, as long as it's not a generic "Hello" with nothing else, I'll happily answer :D) and hang out while finding memes, art and written stories I like! ~ I'm literally going to use this singular blog as my hodgepodge cauldron to share myself on another site and see how it goes! ~ I also literally suck as posting anything in a regular/constant way, I'll go from being dead for weeks on end, to suddenly posting every few days, consistency is not a thing with me- xD ~ I would also love to gain more online friends! I have like... 1 atm I think- and I wanna talk with more people, so please feel free to talk with me! I may be shy at first, but I will answer! ^^ End Notes: ~ I'll probably update this post as I go! ~ Please absolutely feel free to talk to me about anything and everything! I don't bite and usually I'm more scared than you are to talk- (social anxiety :') ) ~ Feel free to ask me questions or use the question box thingy to suggest stuff for me to draw, write or see/watch! I'm always looking for suggestions and ideas!! Tysm for reading my splat of talking! I hope those who read this have a great day and I'll be around to post more soon! Last Updated: Nov 13th, 23'

[dxfiedfxte-a]

Activity Update

I dont like making ooc posts, but since its been a while I wanted to let everyone know whats been going on. To make very long story short, I lost my job, for the whole week after it (last week) I was just trying to come to terms with my contract termination, and its been tough to find motivation with my current living situation. But finally I've accepted it. That being said, activity was going to return until that happened, but now that I've had much needed down time, I'm aiming to be back on here more often again. I do miss writing and have missed it for a while, but with my new found free time, I'll be able to be here again. I know I've missed a lot, and I apologize for not being as frequent as I wanted to be on here (and my other blogs V_V ).

Its been tough, but I want to once again thank everyone for their patience, its always appreciated greatly, especially when stuff like this happens. So thank you, looking forward to being here again.

As always, if anything changes that effects my return attempt, I will make another update.

[elfwoodfae]

“Slow” Harrison Eo Wells x reader

Author’s note: This is pure smut no plot or anything, thank you so much to @harrisonwellsisdaddy for giving this wings and to everyone in discord who feeds the thirst trap.

WARNING: Smut. Please don’t read if under 18.

Gif credits to the owner, I found this one on google.

Rain poured from the sky as he carried you, speeding you to a safe place. It had gone horribly wrong. The plan was for you to leave before he had let the meta-human out of the cell, but of course you had come back and had ended up caught up in the mix. Luckily it was a minor injury, a sprained wrist from being thrown against a wall, but even if you were some sort of an inconvenience, it was on him that you had gotten hurt.

You were still jittery and nervous around him, ever since finding out who he really was. Obviously he had threatened you to shut your mouth up but even as he hated to admit it the look of terror and the tears in your eyes that day had touched him. Before you had found out about him, you had gone on a date, the two of you. He didn’t want to, he tried to shrug you off but you were so persistent and so sweet to him that he had ended up agreeing, there had been sexual tension between both of you, with you always admiring who Harrison Wells was and him being alone for so long and trying to keep you on check had made him grow fond of you. Of course all of that went to hell when you discovered him.

Once he made it through the door with you in his arms he laid you in his sofa, you were soaking wet and he was trying to check your injury. After wrapping your wrist up you had tried to leave, but he wasn’t having it, you were to stay put until that meta-human was caught again.

“Is there anything you need?” He asked as he observed you.

“Since you are planning to keep me here, can I please have a shower? I am cold and uncomfortable.” You told him, avoiding his gaze as you had done since finding out.

Guiding you to the very luxurious bathroom, he handed you a black sweater of his to wear while your clothes dried. His bathroom was huge, a glass panel shower and very extravagant mirror on the walls. He probably loved looking at himself.

After getting cleaned up and drying yourself you grabbed the sweater. It was long enough to cover your ass and fall right before your knees, and loose enough to be comfortable. Opening the door he was right in front of it, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest.

He took you in, the way his clothes fitted you, your bare legs and the way your checks warmed up. Guiding you back to the sofa he reapplied the bandage to your arm, he sat in the end of the sofa, while you laid across it, the fireplace was lighted up to warm you up. Your feet grazed his lap and by instinct you tried to retract them away from him but he was faster and grabbed them, moving them over his lap while looking at the fire, his expression unreadable.

Out of boredom his fingers started caressing your leg, rubbing up and down, never going farther away than your knee. Turning on your back so you could look at him you spoke for the first time in a while without him having to prompt you.

“I wish I hadn’t found out, I am sure we could have been great together, I wanted it to work so bad.”

“I wish you hadn’t either. I didn’t want you, I didn’t want to go out with you, I knew it would only complicate things. But you were so pushy, so sweet and I couldn’t refuse you.” He said still looking at the fire.

“You weren’t supposed to find out like this. Ever since that date we had you became stuck in my mind, I would observe you, wondering how I could have allowed you to screw up my plans so easily.” He finished.

“I always wondered what it would have felt like to kiss you.” In a moment of bravery you admitted. “I wondered how soft your hair was, or how you smelled, but none of that matters now.” You finish looking away to the fire.

Why did you had to tell him that, it was stupid to admit now, suddenly shame came over you and you wished you could just crawl under a bed and hide. Even if he was evil and twisted you still liked him, he still made you nervous and jittery.

His eyes trailed to your form, taking in the way your head was looking to the side, you jawline defined with the light of the fire and your neck exposed as your chest fell and rose softly. He moved your legs out of the way, and as if by instinct, as if a force beyond himself was moving him by command he started to crawl over you. Your head snapped in his direction as your knee lifted up to his abdomen to stop him out of nerves, forgetting that there was no underwear under your shirt. His eyes flickered for half a second down as a smirk played on his lips. Quickly you pushed the sweater down again in case anything had been revealed.

“What are you doing?” You questioned him warily.

“What does it seem like I’m doing?” He replied, moving his hands up your knee to grab it and move it to the side.

His arms came at either side of your head, the space cramped in the sofa. He wasn’t thinking straight and neither were you, but as you looked into his eyes and yours flickered to his lips only one thought crossed your mind.

He moved his lips to yours, softly, tasting you and seeing if you would push him away. Breaking the kiss he moved back, only for your hand to shoot up to his hair and bring him back down again. Kissing him deeply this time, he ran his tongue flat against your lips, asking you to open your mouth. He tasted all of you, exploring you, while his hand rested on your thighs. His lips moved to your jawline, kissing and moving down your neck, leaving love marks and sucking on the skin, making you moan while he bit into it, rubbing his tongue over it after.

He was making you a moaning mess under him, your skin was warm and the way it tasted was driving him insane. He wanted to touch more of you, to feel you. But the moment his hands moved up your thighs his body couldn’t contain the excitement anymore, making him vibrate all of him like the first time he had become a speedster, every cell in his body too excited to be contained, his eyes illuminated red for a second at the same time thunder roared through the sky, making you open your eyes and push your hand against his chest, your heart beating out of your chest.

He was moving too fast, your mind had been able to trick you into thinking that this was the man you knew but the moment he vibrated and his eyes illuminated you were aware who he really was, what he represented and what he could do.

“I’m sorry I just,” you didn’t even know why you were apologizing, but you didn’t want to push him away. You just needed him to go slower.

“Can you,” you swallowed avoiding his eyes. “Can you just take it slower?” You finished while avoiding his eyes.

“Are you sure?” He was making sure you were okay with this, he could be a lot of things but he would never force you into something you didn’t want.

“Yes I am, I am just nervous, I honestly never thought this situation would happen.” You continued and to prove him you were serious you slowly moved his head back down to kiss him.

The hand on your thigh remained still while his lips kissed you softly, moving slowly down your neck again, kissing and nipping at the skin. His other hand tangled in your hair while his forearm held him up over you. He ran his tongue up your neck to your ear, biting the earlobe softly, making you squirm under him and moan at the feeling. He took his time working you to relax, kissing your lips, your neck, making you forget what plagued your mind.

Your hands moved over his abdomen to the hem of his shirt, running them under you could feel his skin, the muscles of his abdomen tensing up at the effort of holding him up. You grabbed on the hem of it and moved it up his body, signaling for him to take it off. He lifted himself momentarily off of you and removed it, moving back down to kiss you, when his mouth left yours and he moved to your neck you opened your eyes to admire his shoulder and his back, from this angle you could see the curve of his ass through his pants.

Your hands ran down his back, feeling his skins, his muscles, while the hand on your thigh started to move up, slowly as he worked harder on your neck. His fingers felt the softness of your skin, moving higher until they reached your hip. Once his fingers grazed over your hip bone, the realization that you didn’t have any underwear on made his cock twitch in his pants as a growl escaped him against your skin. His hand moved up the side of your stomach, until it reached your breast, squeezing it softly and grinding his hips into you out of pure need to feel you, to get some relief. He was making you a mess but he was a mess himself, desperate for some friction.

His hand moved back down, grabbing the hem of the sweater and lifting it over your body, exposing you completely to him. He threw the piece of clothe somewhere behind you and moving back down to kiss you, his mouth running lower to your breast, kissing the soft skin of one while his hand caressed the other, you were so soft, so delicious. He was going to explode in his pants if he didn’t go inside of you soon.

Your hands found the button of his pants, opening them slowly. His hand helped yours to remove his pants, getting his briefs out of the way too letting his cock free. He kissed you while his hand moved to your thigh, running up to your ass, squeezing it roughly and opening your leg to fit himself in between, he was too desperate to wait much longer, his hand moving down to feel you, the moment his fingers grazed your entrance and felt how wet you were he almost came.

Moving his cock to your entrance he moved it through your folds, letting you soak his head before he positioned it against your entrance, pushing slowly to let you adjust since he hadn’t stretched you beforehand with his fingers. When he was halfway inside he broke the kiss, growling into your mouth at the way you squeezed him, making his whole self vibrate of pure pleasure.

Your hands grabbed onto his shoulders, scratching down his back when he was fully inside of you, scratching him down while you took a moment to adjust to his size. He started moving slowly, going almost all the way out before thrusting back in again, making you moan and move your head back, he felt so good and full. His hand found your leg and he hooked it over his hip, giving him a better angle to enter you.

His hand rested on your waist, holding you in place while you squirmed under him, his half lidded eyes taking in your face as you moaned for him, it was taking all of him not to snap his hips against yours at full speed and fuck you into oblivion, he shouldn’t want to come this fast into it but you were maddening him. He moved to your neck, kissing you and marking your skin, making you get closer, while he speeded up his movement, holding your leg higher up his hip and squeezing it harshly. His body started to vibrate, not being able to contain the excitement of his fast approaching orgasm and every time his hips connected to yours the vibrations would go straight to your clit, making you arch your back into him. You were close, so close, feeling the knot tightening up in your stomach.

He felt himself about to come, moving deeper as his hip connected to yours, feeling you tighten around him as your orgasm hit you, making him feel impossibly tight. His hand moved to your chin, keeping you in place as he watched you come, your eyes half lidded staring into his red glowing eyes as he tried to keep his face from breaking down while he came, failing miserably as he came deep inside of you, closing his eyes and opening his mouth while throwing his head back.

Once out of your high he switched you, letting you lay on top of him while he played with your back, both of you looking at the fire while you grew sleepy, soon falling asleep on his chest.

[handicappedbuenchico]

Name: Caitlin-Ashley

Pronouns: She/Her

Preference of communication: Tumblr IM's. Those are 10x more reliable in terms of me seeing them, in comparison to Discord, for some reason.

Most active muse: Spencer.

Experience / how many years: I've been roleplaying for about 8 years now! It's been an on-and-off thing really.

Platforms you use: I use both Tumblr and Discord!  

Best experience: Meeting @petpsycho for the very first time, roleplaying John and Carlos's first interaction based off of a meme I sent in, and having Carlos and John fuck at damn near 100 notes in. Truly the best experience because it was not only one of my first, but Mina has been an amazing person to talk to and write with.

Rp pet peeves:

Those group/town/app/appless Discord rp types, that don't even do it on Tumblr from what I can tell, spamming their promo so much in the rp tags to the point where they drown out literally anyone else's. I'm not looking to join a fucking off-platform group to rp in a generic town, I'm looking for singular people to write with ON TUMBLR. STOP SPAMMING YOUR SHIT FOR FUCK'S SAKE! That's what bumping on Disboard is for.

Personal blogs that aren't connected to roleplay ones in any way spam liking my roleplay related shit. Like, I can understand if it's like a meta or a headcanon, but personals (that aren't connected to a roleplay blog) liking my starter calls and my promos are a completely different story. PLEASE DON'T FUCKING DO THAT IF YOU ARE NOT A ROLEPLAYER IN ANY CAPACITY. That goes for reblogging too honestly, like don't reblog my roleplaying material/threads either if you aren't actively involved with it/didn't get my permission to do so.

Formatting that is hard to read. Now, I'm not talking about colored text or small text or anything like that. I'm talking about the formatting that looks like either a pure wall of text, or there are so many paragraph breaks that I have to physically drag a reply into Google Docs to "fix it" for my brain. Full disclosure, I am autistic (an Aspie to be specific), and sometimes my brain has trouble with reading comprehension on normal formatted text. Now imagine my brain when trying to read something with either NO paragraph breaks, OR paragraph breaks after every single sentence. It's not fun, and it makes me want to write with you less and less.

I apologize in advance if anyone feels called out by these, as I'm sure you didn't want to hear this from me in this manner. I am polite and nice to a fault, and I fear judgement/being reprimanded due to my own RL trauma, so I was too anxious to tell you personally.

Fluff, angst, or smut: I would like some Fluff with a side of Smut, you can also put a dash of angst on that if it will enhance the thread's flavor.

Plots or memes: Oh I am mostly a meme person, but if I find/think of a plot that our muses can do, you best believe I'm coming into your DM's and tell you about it.

Long or short replies: Depends on my muse, the time that I have at any given moment, my need to stim, and sometimes the thread itself. On a day where I have a lot of muse and a full day to myself, I can do longer replies, like a couple of long paragraphs. On days where I have little muse and or not a lot of time to spare, I tend to write smaller replies.

Best time to write: If I said any other time of day than between 8 PM - 12 AM I would be lying to you all. Writing at night right before you crash just hits different.

Are you like your muses: Y E S.

Carlos has my fear of punishment/being judged. Along with that, he and I sharing being a people-pleaser/peacemaker type of person, due to having it forced upon us by the adults around us that should fucking know how to act right. We both also grew up poor due to circumstances we couldn't control.

Now, Spencer, you wouldn't think I'd share any similarities with, but you would be very wrong. Spencer and I share a sensitivity to touch, but we both also like to touch anything/anyone we see (not in a creepy/perverted way, I'm talking like hugs and shoulder pats or something like that.) We're both also gay as fuck, and we're neuro-divergent (I'm autistic with an anxiety disorder and he has ADHD with Generalized Anxiety Disorder). We both also got daddy issues, so uh, there's that too.

Ted Lockwood is just my experiences as an autistic person incarnate LMFAO. Bro like, we're both nice to everyone, including people who probably don't deserve it. He and I both are socially awkward sometimes, and we can't read a room sometimes to save our damn lives (literally in Ted's case). We both have our own little special interests, his is engineering and space and mine is art and writing.

Crybaby as a character was someone I could relate to on an emotional level. I was saying for many years that my dysfunctional family almost fit Dollhouse to A FUCKING TEE! I also related the song Crybaby because I too was a very emotional little girl who got made fun and taken advantage of for it. I related to all of Crybaby's failed attempts at love in songs such as Carousel, Soap, and Training Wheels. Out of all my muses, Crybaby is the most like me because I already related to her long before I would even take her up as a muse.

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[flooffybits]

Heartbreaker

Idol: Choi Jisu (Itzy)

Being the messenger was always taxing, but somehow being the messenger got Jisu a package that she wasn’t expecting.

A/n: hello! first of all i don’t fully know much about skz so i apologize if this is inaccurate. also please thank our discord mallows for helping me create this little crack/fluff fic

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"Hey, did you see the new girl on campus?"

Both people at the table looked up when the male had asked the question as he walked over, looking a little more chipper than usual before the pair shook their heads.

"My classes don't start until one, so I just got here a few minutes ago to study with Lia." The blond male replied while looking back at his notes. "She's in my literature class, really cute and creative." The brunette stated, earning a light roll of the eyes from the only female. "If she is new, I expect you to at least be friendly before you try anything, Jisung." She stated, putting her pen down and then resting her chin on her hand.

The boy huffed while taking a seat, though his mood doesn’t waver as he goes on. “I think you guys might see her in some classes? I’m not sure, but her name is Y/n.” Jisung explains and the pair look at him in defeat, knowing that he would go on until he finished. “She isn’t exactly eye catching, but I got to sit in front of her and thought that it would be nice to introduce myself to her.”

“That’s nice of you to do. How is she?” Jisu hummed, a little more interested to know since she’s sure that she’s heard the name somewhere before. “She’s really nice! A little timid since she said she isn’t too confident in her Korean.”

“Foreigner?” Hyunjin cocked his head and Jisung nodded in confirmation. “She’s been living here for two years. She only has her dad and I didn’t try asking about her mom since I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable.” He added with his brows furrowed slightly and his friends can't help smiling at his thoughtfulness. “I’m sure she’s a nice girl.” Hyunjin grinned while patting his back and the other nodded happily.

“She is! I promise, you’re gonna love her if you meet her.”

And true to Jisung’s words, Hyunjin did meet you for his afternoon classes and was quick to pay attention when he found out who you were. He quickly understood your shyness and offered to be a friendly face in the sea of strangers.

“I was honestly a little surprised by you. Everyone else didn’t seem to want to bother with the new student.” You mention and the male shrugs his shoulders. “You seemed like you needed a friend, and Jisung happened to mention you when we were having lunch earlier.” He notices the way your expression brightens at the mention of his friend’s name and something doesn’t sit too well with him as he shifts in his seat.

“You’re friends with Jisung?” You ask and he nodded his head with a smile. “Yeah. We’re basically brothers. And we also have another friend, her name is Jisu, but most times we call her Lia.” He explained and you hum while nodding your head. “Choi Jisu?”

Hyunjin seemed a little surprised by your question, but he nodded either way before asking. “How do you know her?” You tap your pen against your notebook and rest your head against your other hand. “She’s my dorm mate, though I haven’t actually met her yet since I had a lot of stuff to deal with.” You explain sheepishly and Hyunjin gives you a cute little smile. "You're gonna love her."

..

"You're both being weird." Jisu comments while she writes down the answer for the problem she had been dealing with for the past few minutes.

Yet neither of her friends listen as they continue their little debate. "I'm telling you, the fair is the best way to welcome Y/n here!" But Jisung shook his head while scrolling through his phone. "A fair is too much! We don't want to overwhelm her." He argues and Hyunjin groans. "She'll have more fun at a fair than some museum."

Jisu had just been quietly listening to the pair go on while she did her homework, seeing that telling them to just ask you would only fall upon deaf ears, but she is surprised when her name comes falling from both their lips and she had to look up.

"What?"

"She's your roommate. You have a better idea of what she's like." Hyunjin tells her. "And you're both girls, so you have a better sense of what a girl likes." Jisung adds, his eyes almost pleading for the girl to side with him that she can't help but playfully roll her eyes. "We've talked, but we only really know the basics of each other."

"But you have a good judge of character." Jisu groans before resting her chin against her hand, looking thoughtful. "Well, I think she'd enjoy either. But if you want, I can ask her once we're at the dorm and then I'll text you?" She offers and the pair brighten up at her suggestion before nodding their heads that it makes her laugh a bit.

"You guys are so weird."

But she has no plans of replacing her friends no matter how weird they are.

"Hey, welcome back!" Jisu's surprised when she opens the door, still unaccustomed with having a roommate after getting used to being on her own for a while, but she figures it's a nice change.

"Hey, you're early today." She answers while setting her keys on the counter and you flash her a small grin. "My last class was canceled for today. My professor had an emergency at home, I think." You explain while leaning against the couch, laptop left open on the coffee table in front of you.

Jisu nods before moving to grab a bottle of water and then goes to sit down, leaving her bag hanging behind her chair. "Hey, are you going to be busy this weekend?" She suddenly asked, catching you a bit off guard since, to be honest, you weren't really expecting a question like that from your roommate. But you shake your head to answer her question.

"Well, not really. I was just planning on finishing up some of my homework and then familiarizing myself with the campus." You reply honestly while shrugging your shoulders.

There wasn't really much, plus this was a completely foreign area. You needed to know your way around and also look for the places you could, hopefully, use as a hangout place just so you didn't have to always stay in your dorm room like a hermit.

"You should join us, then." Jisu perked up, her smile only growing as you looked skeptical. "Hyunjin, Jisung and I are trying to decide whether we should go to the fair or a museum." She finally says, mentally patting herself on the back as she smoothly put the question out. "Though, which would you prefer to go to?"

You are pleasantly surprised, both by the offer and the way she's even taking your opinion into account, but something you've noted from your new dorm mate is that she's incredibly kind and thoughtful. It was no wonder she was friends with the other two. But you also didn't want to impose especially since the group didn't even know you.

"I mean, I wouldn't mind going to either, but I wouldn't want to suddenly tag along and ruin your guys' fun." You tell her and Jisu chuckles while shaking her head. "It's fine! They actually asked me to talk to you, since I thought you might not have many people to hang out with yet."

"Are you sure?" You ask her, hesitant, and Jisu giggles as she reaches for your hand to give it a light pat. "I promise, we'll be there for you."

There's something about her assurance that makes you feel warm. Her eyes disappear as her smile grows just a tad bit wider and you can't help but giggle at how cute she looks.

"Well, okay then. But where would you like to go though?" You return the question to her and this time, the tables have turned and Jisu wasn't quite sure what to answer, so she stutters out the first thing that comes to mind and she swears that she's a little bit stunned by the grin you shoot her way.

..

"Well, an aquarium is a little similar to a museum." Jisung commented while he looked up at the signs and Hyunjin pouted slightly, though wiped it away when he remembered that he would be seeing you in a little while. "It isn't the fair but the animals are kinda cute." He states while peering into one of the glass containers, giggling at the little jellyfish that floats by.

Both boys were a little disappointed that neither of their suggestions were picked, but seeing as they would be spending time with you, it was a fine decision. Plus, they did say they would go with whatever you would pick.

"Sorry for the wait! Y/n wanted to see some places on campus and we kinda lost track of time." Jisu apologizes when the two of you finally spot the pair and approach them with timid smiles on your faces.

Hyunjin shakes his head while shoving his hands in his pockets. "It's fine! Though, I hope you found whatever it was you were looking for?" He cocks his head to the side along with the question and you giggle at the adorable look on his face. "Yup! I had a great tour guide."

Jisu blushes in embarrassment while lightly smacking your arm. "Shut up. I only made sure you didn't get lost." She retorts, but you laugh nonetheless as she huffs at you and Jisung is happy that you're at least getting along with their little group.

"Well, how about we pick buddies so we don't get lost here?" He suggests coolly and Hyunjin shoots him a tiny glare when he realizes what his best friend is up to. Jisu can only really shake her head while you were none the wiser as you happily agreed.

"Great! Since you already spent the morning with Lia, how about we be buddies?" Hyunjin quickly asks before the other could even open his mouth and Jisung quickly pouts at you. "Hey, I should be Y/n's buddy. I befriended her first." He complained and Hyunjin turned his eyes to the brunette with furrowed brows. "What are you? Six? We'll still be a group." He retorted and Jisu had to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing at their childish antics.

You just found the whole exchange entertaining, especially when Jisung turned to the female beside you. "Back me up here. We're twins, right?" Hyunjin looked baffled by the sudden attack before crossing his arms. "Since when the hell were you twins?"

"Ever since we were born!"

"She's older than you!"

"Unless you guys have come to an agreement." Jisu cut in on the pair's bickering. "Y/n and I are gonna go ahead." She announces and you giggle while waving with your free hand while your other arm is looped with Jisu's. "Don't get lost!" You called as you both walked away with hushed giggles before the boys quickly snapped their mouths shut.

They shot each other a glare before quickly following the two of you.

"This is your fault." Jisung groaned and the latter scoffed. "I was just being friendly." Hyunjin retorted as he pouted at the seals when they swam in his line of sight. "You did say it would be nice getting to know her." Jisung frowned while scuffing his shoe against the floor. "Yeah, but I wanted to hang out with her because I wanted to be closer with her."

The admission caused Hyunjin to stop in his tracks before he slowly turned to his friend, a slightly guilty look overcoming his own features as he let out a sigh. "Looks like we really do have a lot of things in common." He chuckled, unamused, before shaking his head at Jisung's puzzled face.

"I think… I like her." He says slowly, watching as his friend’s eyes widened before pursing his lips. “And it’s clear that you feel something for her, too.” Jisung frowned at that before he looked to the ground, contemplating on what to say before he looked back up to meet Hyunjin’s eyes with determination in his own. “Then we’ll both do what we can and let her choose. But whatever happens, we don’t let it ruin us.”

Hyunjin blinked slightly in surprise, but a smile eventually came to his features before he clasped the outstretched hand in front of him with his own, laughing a bit as he nodded in agreement. “May the best man win.”

When the pair find you and Jisu happily marveling at the seal’s section in the aquarium, your laughter fills the slightly crowded area while you both watch the seal wave at its audience before swimming away, only to be replaced by another playful one.

“You guys look like you’re enjoying yourselves.” Jisung comments with a smile and the two of you look back at the two boys. “Well, we are on a trip. And it’s nice to see you’re both still alive.” Jisu shoots back playfully, drawing another giggle from you. “Had fun?” You ask the duo and they look at each other before nodding. “Yep! But you guys ditched us.” Jisung pouts and Jisu can’t help but cringe while you smile lightly.

“Sorry, but you were too slow.” You tease while reaching to pinch his cheek and the male pouts more while playfully pushing your hand away, though he does make sure not to let go of it when you lower your hand and your other two friends raise a brow at his subtle action.

“You stole Lia away and left us for dead, how could you?” He whined while shaking your hand and you giggled at his reaction before patting his arm. “You guys are more than capable of dealing with a crowd like this, so I didn’t leave you for dead.”

“Anyway.” Jisu watches as her two friends seem to grow a sudden sense of competition but keeps her mouth shut even as Hyunjin slings an arm around your shoulders, gently pulling you away from Jisung’s grasp and successfully detaching your linked hands. “How about we grab something to eat? My feet are kinda tired and I’m hungry.”

It looked like that was something you could all agree on. Despite the fun that you all had walking around, none of you could deny that you were getting a bit hungry from all the excitement.

With his arm still around you, Hyunjin began leading your little group towards the area where food stalls were lined up, many friends and families loitering around as they seemed to be in the same predicament as you.

“So, what are you two up to, this time?” Jisu asks plainly without even bothering to look at the male walking beside her. She didn’t even have to look at him to know that he was sulking. “We’re trying to woo her.” He mumbled quietly and Jisu’s brows raised at his words before she shook her head.

“You guys are ridiculous, I swear.”

..

“Lia, can you give this to Y/n when you get back to your dorm?” Staring at the box in front of her, Jisu soon looked questioningly at her friend. Hyunjin smiled sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his neck. “She’s been busy with a project so I wanted to do something nice. She also mentioned that she liked these cookies so I thought it would at least cheer her up.” He explained while the female took the box and placed them on top of her books. “You didn’t think of just dropping by and handing them over, yourself?” She inquired and the male fiddled with the strap of his bag. “I didn’t want to be too much of a distraction.”

When he checks the time, he flashes her a smile. “My class is about to start, but I’ll see you later. Tell Y/n I said hi.” Jisu waved to the boy as he jogged off to a different building and it didn't take long before another person plopped down in front of her .

Honestly, Jisu was getting a little tired of her friends’ childishness because this had been going on for a good month and a half. Frankly? She was done playing their messenger.

But for the sake of their pride, she went along with it. She also wanted to see how long until they give up.

"What do you want me to hand over?" She asks, uninterested, and Jisung grins at her before handing the girl a stuffed animal, plus two drinks, making the girl look confused as she looks over the items.

"One is for you. I know that it gets tiring, but I also wanted to show you how much I appreciate it that you're doing this for Hyunjin and I." Jisung explains and Jisu softens slightly before she gives the boy a nudge. "You guys are stupid, do you know that?"

But even with her words, Jisung could feel the affection as he reached to give her a hug. "Just be careful with the plushie. I had no idea where to find it in the first place, but it's one of Y/n's favorite characters." He added, making Jisu look back down and nod her head. "Yeah, I know." 

"Roommate, right." He remembers before finally pulling back. "But anyway, I hope you enjoy it. Also, tell Y/n not to stress herself too much on her project. Make sure she's eating, too." He reminds and Jisu swears it feels like he's scolding her, too, because they all knew she had a tendency of forgetting to eat whenever she was too absorbed with her studies.

"You're sounding like a father." Jisu teased, laughing as Jisung shot her a playful glare. "Oh, shut up." He smiles before shaking his head and standing up. "Anyway, I have to get going. I promised Chan that I would help him with something, so I'll see you later."

When she's alone, Jisu lets out a small sigh before turning back to the gifts that she was once more tasked to deliver before huffing. Stuffing her things in her bag, she grabbed the box of cookies with one hand, plushie tucked under her arm, while the other grabbed the drinks.

"Unnie, you're a little late today." A short haired woman spoke up once Jisu entered the dorm building and stepped onto her floor.

Said girl smiled and shrugged her shoulders as the younger girl moved to help her carry the things she was holding. "Thank you." She muttered when she was relieved of the bit of extra weight. "Hyunjin and Jisung are busy and I have to study for a test, too." She replies while shaking her head as the other looked down at the things she had taken from her hands.

“Don’t even start, Ryujin.” Said girl merely raised her other hand in defense, looking amused. “I wasn’t even saying anything.” The younger girl defended, though the smirk on her face was already enough for Jisu to know what she wanted to tell her. "They'll get over it."

"You're hoping it's sooner than later." Ryujin quips when they walk over to her dorm room and Jisu frowns. "Okay, I admit it's exhausting, but they're happy at least. And I know that they aren't doing anything to jeopardize their friendship." She uses the same excuse, but Ryujin gives her a knowing look. "Feelings eventually grow or fade, unnie. If it's the former, her picking one is only going to make things worse no matter how much they say they're fine with it."

Jisu swears that she tries not to think of that, but in the very back of her mind, she knows it's true because she came to the same conclusion. If you decided to pick either of the two, the other would obviously be heartbroken and whatever would happen to their small group, she wasn't sure how she would deal with it.

"If they aren't ready to talk about it, maybe give Y/n unnie a little nudge and see who she likes more. Then go from there."

Jisu contemplates over the younger girl’s words for a good hour. She left your gifts on the table like usual while her own drink sat on the table situated beside her bed as she stared up at the ceiling.

"Hey." Your voice breaks through her thoughts, eyes squinting behind your glasses and Jisu forces herself to sit up and face you as you open the door a little wider. "I was calling you, but you weren't answering."

She can see the hesitance on your features, but the more she studies you, she realizes that she's gotten so used to seeing you in just a plain tee, comfortable shorts, and those cute little glasses that you wear only in the comfort of your dorm.

"Sorry, I was a little lost in thought." Her voice is hushed and you can't help but frown before padding over to the bed. Jisu scoots over to give you space to sit before she feels the bed dip slightly.

"You seem to be getting lost very frequently. Is something the matter?" You inquire and Jisu purses her lips because she isn't quite sure what to tell you.

Yes, something was bothering her. But the issue was, she wasn't sure what exactly it was.

She can see the genuine concern in your eyes and your voice pretty much gives it away. And as much as this wasn't anything new to her, it made her feel just a tad bit flattered.

"Do you…" She pauses and the words are at the tip of her tongue. So she licks her lips slightly before letting out a breath. "Do you like anyone?"

The surprise is clear on your face. But honestly, at that moment, Jisu was terrified to know the truth when she saw the way your cheeks flushed a bright red, obviously not expecting such a question.

However she isn't sure why she's dreading to hear one of her friends' names come spilling from your lips.

"Well, I…" You fiddle with your fingers, toying with the little ring wrapped around your right index finger, a gift she had given to solidify your friendship right after the aquarium hangout.

"I'm figuring it out."

.. 

"You seem chipper today." Jisu looks beside her to see Yeji giving her an odd look. The older girl cocked her head to the side, but Jisu just smiled while shrugging her shoulders. "What? Can't I enjoy class for once?" She rebuttals and Yeji seemed even more surprised by her response. 

"What did my brother promise you?" She prods and Jisu nearly rolled her eyes before giving her sit mate a light smack on the arm. "He didn't promise me anything. I'm just in a good mood."

"You having a good mood in Philosophy is a sign of the apocalypse."

"Shut up."

Even when the lecture started and time continued to tick by, Yeji kept glancing at her friend, whose smile refused to leave her face.

"You're starting to freak me out here, Lia." She whispers and said girl let out a huff. "Pay attention." But the latter had other plans she opted to go through with. "Come on, I thought we were friends."

Jisu felt the corners of her lips twitch at the latter's whining before she gave her friend a playful push. "I'll tell you later. For now, just pay attention."

Yeji was just about to continue whining, however the professor turned in their direction at the exact moment and she stiffened in her seat, making Jisu duck her head to hide her silent laughter.

Right as their class ended, Yeji was quick to hop to her feet and begin shaking her friend's arm when she was trying to collect her things. "Tell me, tell me, tell me!"

It honestly felt like Yeji was younger than her most times, but then again, she did have her own moments.

"Alright. Come on, let's go." 

The taller girl looked pretty confused by her words, but she followed Jisu out of the room and wasn't too surprised to see her brother and Jisung standing not too far away from them once they exited.

Hyunjin waved at his sister whilst she gave him a pout. "Lia has a secret and won't tell me yet." She complained, making the girl shake her head at her antics before glancing at her two best friends, who both eyed her curiously.

And she was lowkey scared now when she remembers the conversation she's had with you.

"What are you hiding?" Jisung asked playfully and Jisu tried to think of what to say that could possibly keep her nerves calm until a warm hand enveloped her own.

"Hi! Sorry, Yuna was asking me for tutoring lessons so we had to fix a schedule." You greet everyone with a bright smile and Jisu feels a little bit better when you direct your smile in her direction, one she happily reciprocates.

Hyunjin seemed surprised by your arrival, knowing that you didn't usually come to see any of them at this time. "I thought you used your free period in the library?" He asked and you nod your head in confirmation.

"Usually, yeah. But I did promise a certain someone that I was going to take them out." You answer with a little grin and Yeji's eyes widened in awe and realization whilst the two males seemed to pause at the sudden news.

"Really? You guys are so cute!" Yeji gushed, causing a blush to form on Jisu's cheeks while you gently tugged at her hand. "I know that break time isn't too long, so I hope you guys don't mind." You tell them, taking Jisu's bag and placing it on your own shoulder instead, raising her embarrassment as she squeezed your hand.

While the two of you waved them goodbye, Jisu flashed the two boys an apologetic stare before you began asking her how her day was.

Meanwhile, Jisung and Hyunjin blinked owlishly by the sudden events before slowly facing each other.

"A… date?" Hyunjin furrowed his brows and Yeji turned to face them. "I mean, yeah. I know Ryujin told Chaeryeong about talking to Lia, but to think that she picked her instead." She said humorously with a shake of her head.

"Wait, I thought Lia was straight!" Jisung said, flabbergasted, as he looked at the direction you had disappeared to.

Forgetting about their previous competition, both boys looked to each other before Yeji burst into laughter as she patted her twin's arm.

"You tried. But they are roommates, you don't really know what happens behind closed doors."

They swear, once you both came back from your date and you all had free period, they had a series of questions for the two of you regarding this little revelation, but they were nowhere near as angry as Jisu assumed them to be.

[thedistantdusk]

Arcadia, Chapter 1

My submission for the 2021 Hinny birthday challenge for the HG discord! Thanks to Liza for organizing, to @accio-broom for the Brit-pick, to @secretkeeper13 for the beta, and to anyone else who helped (I'm probably forgetting a few folks, apologies).

The challenge theme this year was content based on TV! This is an (extremely loose) X-Files AU, but you absolutely don’t need to be familiar with X-Files to understand this :D

TW (spoilers): swearing, references to (severe) mental health concerns, (eventual) consensual relations

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D A Y  + O N E

The woman probably finds herself charming as she stands in their driveway, her hands clasped in frozen excitement.

But Ginny just finds her creepy.

Really fucking creepy.

Harry drops hired car into first gear as they pull in. This woman— the head of the village council, Ginny reckons, the one she spoke to on the phone— wears perfectly-pleated Chino pants with a lavender jumper draped across her shoulders.

Her attire is standard for a posh village… especially a new-build village, one with a covenant and loads of stupid rules. It’s the woman’s eerie, opened-mouthed grin that shoots a chill up Ginny’s spine.

Her stark white teeth glint in the sun, but her smile doesn’t move an inch… and the longer Ginny stares, the more unsettled she grows. The only thing larger than her grin is the mane of yellow hair that surrounds her face like an ersatz halo.

Harry clears his throat as he turns off the car; Ginny realizes this is the first sound either of them has made since leaving London.

Awkward.

She reaches for her door handle, but the random woman gets to it first.

“You must be Jenny and Henry!” she shrieks, yanking on Ginny’s shoulders before she’s even unbuckled. “Oh, sorry! Love, do let me get the strap!”

Ginny’s on her feet and pressed to the stranger’s perfumed bosom before she has a chance to tell her she can manage just fine herself, thanks.

“Lovely to meet you in person!” the woman cries, nearly shaking with enthusiasm. It’s not until Ginny’s returned a weak squeeze that the vice-like grip around her middle weakens.

Rubbing her aching shoulder, she sneaks a glimpse at Harry; while she fought for air, he apparently climbed out of the car, only to stare at the two of them like a deer in the headlights. Now his elbow’s at an awkward angle, his hand behind his back, which could only mean one thing: he’s reaching for the wand in his back pocket.

Shit.

Ginny shakes her head and hopes her eyes convey what her lips can’t: She’s just a standard Muggle weirdo. Relax.

“I’m Jane. Jane Connors. In the flesh!” The woman (whose voice Ginny now finds painfully familiar) throws her hands in the air and twirls on the spot. “I take it you’re Jenny and Henry Petri!”

Harry interrupts with a booming chuckle before Ginny says a word; in three quick steps, he’s wrapped his arms around her shoulders. “That’s Pee-tri, actually. Like the dish,” Harry— Henry— adds with a wink. “And speaking of dish…” His eyes travel over Ginny, his voice going all deep and silky.

She bites back a shudder, hating the way her stomach drops as his fingers graze her arm. All that keeps her grounded is knowing the truth: Harry’s good at his job, nothing more. The only reason he’s suddenly become a skilled actor is that his career demands it.

Hers does too, she reminds herself firmly. And if she has any intention of successfully completing her first solo mission, she needs to get her shit together. Now.

Ginny blinks up at Harry, appropriately sobered; his eyes glimmer with mirth. As suspected, he’s only doing his job. Touch is just part of the assignment description. He has no way of knowing what it does to her— because really, truly, it shouldn’t.

And maybe if she keeps telling herself that, it’ll eventually come true.

Harry winks at Jane, tugging Ginny against his side. “My new wife and I had a long journey from the city! We were hoping to get some alone-time before tucking in, I’m sure you understand.”

Jane looks puzzled. “You— but it’s 5:43!” An uncomfortable giggle burbles from her lips. “You must be moved in by 6. Surely you’ve read the covenant rules?”

“Erm… may have missed that one,” Ginny lies. “There’s quite a few, see. We’re used to—”

But Jane shoves her fingers into her mouth, cutting her off with an ear-piercing whistle. Just as quickly, another chill races up Ginny’s spine. People up and down the street emerge from their semi-detached homes and race towards them, their faces in downcast unison.

They’ve all been watching. Waiting for the signal. Ready.

Ginny’s not sure how long ago the Department of Mysteries delivered the moving van and left it on the street, but the horde of random people aren’t fussed with the details, either. Within five seconds of Jane’s whistle, the strangers throw open the back door and begin an unloading process that reeks of military precision.

“Here’s the house key!” trills Jane, pulling it from her pocket. “Oh, and Petris!” She turns to Harry and Ginny, wagging her finger. “I’ll also need a copy of your car key, ASAP. We’re firm believers in the buddy system here in Arcadia.” She returns her attention to the stone-faced neighbors, who are now scurrying to the door. “This way, friends— right this way!”

“I— that’s really unnecessary,” Ginny says, bewildered, as people rush inside their new house, boxes in arms. “We’re perfectly able to—”

“Nonsense!” cries a man with grey sideburns as he takes a box from the back. “We’re neighborly here. You’d better get used to it.”

“Yes!” chimes another voice. A chubby man wearing a Polo and a golden necklace emerges from behind the lorry, hurrying up the walk. “We’re like a family here. We all— oh no!” He lets out a startled cry as a box labeled FINE CHINA topples from his arms and lands on the pavement with a thump.

He rushes towards it, face falling, but Ginny’s main concern is the box’s silent descent; she runs over, making a mental note to have a word with the designer of these props. Would something noisy and fragile have killed them? For fuck’s sake...

“Sorry,” the man says with a pained wince. “I’m just so clumsy. I-I promise, I’ll—”

“It’s fine,” Ginny soothes, dropping to her knees. “Don’t worry, really. We aren’t too big on dishes.”

Maybe if she keeps him talking, he won’t realize it’s bloody empty. Seriously, this is amateur shit. Luckily, he’s too distracted to notice.

The man offers a sheepish smile. “I’m Mike. Mike Snodgrass. You may have seen Mike and Jess in the resident guide, but erm…” He trails off, sadness in his voice.

Ginny cocks her head to feign confusion, but of course she’s familiar with Jess Snodgrass, 25, reported missing last November. Her photo’s been on Ginny’s desk for almost as long. Even now, Jess appears in Ginny’s mind with such startling clarity that she can almost see her beside Mike... all 5 feet of her, with curly red hair, bright blue eyes, and a lopsided grin.

Jess Snodgrass… Arcadia’s third missing person. The first to disrupt the couples-only disappearance pattern.

Mike shrugs. “But erm… it’s just me now,” he repeats. “I’m a primary teacher at Saint Julian’s, just up the road.” He nods to his left. “So if you’ve got any homework or school questions, give me a ring!” He pastes on a smile that doesn’t match his eyes; it’s an expression with which Ginny’s well-acquainted.

“I’ll have to remember that, Mike Snodgrass,” Ginny says, shaking his hand.

She immediately regrets it.

Seeing Mike Snodgrass on paper is one thing, but touch makes him human. His hand feels big and warm, his smile earnest and sweet; he reminds her so strongly of Neville that her stomach aches. Ginny breathes through her nose and focuses on the way his necklace — a medallion of Saint Julian, appropriately enough — sparkles in the sun.

“Like I said, I’m all alone,” Mike repeats, offering his hand to help her up. “If you ever need anything, Jenny, don’t hesitate to ask!”

Ginny taps her chin. “Actually, I do have a question! I reckon it’s just a rumor, though. You don’t have to confirm or deny.” She winks at him and leans in as a woman in a fleece jumper rushes past.

Mike’s smile widens, his face brightening… and ah fuck, that one hurts, because she’s about to break his heart.

“Mike…” Ginny murmurs, studying his expression. The more she says his name, the less he reminds her of Neville; she wants to keep it that way. “With everyone being so bloody hospitable here, how come there are so many disappearances?”

Mike stops bobbing. His smile vanishes as quickly as the former occupants of Jenny and Henry’s new home. When Ginny looks back into his eyes, her gut plummets with a sensation of wretched familiarity.

Because she expected sadness on his face… the same type she saw when he mentioned Jess’ name. Sadness she can deal with; sadness is painful, but she sees it all the time.

She sees something worse, though.

Fear.

And not day-to-day fear. This isn’t like hating needles or avoiding clown movies. Mike’s face is filled with the sort of wide-eyed, gripping, primal terror that seizes your insides in a vice. This is how you’d feel if your entire family were held captive in a dungeon, and a single word to the wrong person would spell their deaths.

Or how you’d feel if your ex-boyfriend were the corrupt government’s most desired fugitive… and you still fancied him very much, indeed.

“I… n-no idea,” Mike finally stutters, blinking. Then he sucks in a deep breath through his nose, his expression brightening again.

“So what do you and Henry do for work?” he asks in a booming voice, his grin now unnaturally wide. “We’ve got a carpool to the city if you’re interested. Reducing our carbon footprint is of utmost importance here in Arcadia!” He finishes by spreading his hands in each direction before placing them on his hips, that shit-eating grin still plastered across his face.

In another life, Ginny might’ve laughed. There certainly would have been a lot to cackle over, if she had the luxury of easy laughter. After all, she may as well be living in an am-dram nativity performance, complete with an overeager Joseph beckoning her to the stables after her harrowing desert journey.

Now, though, his reply only fills her with sad, professional detachment. Because fucking hell, how much did this poor man rehearse to get that line right?

She takes pity on him and snaps the bait. “My husband and I work from home,” she says, matching his volume. Someone’s clearly listening; it’s the least she can do. “You won’t see us out much.” Ginny brings the box to her hip. “And seriously, don’t worry about replacing the dishes, either. We mostly do takeaway.”

“No, let me bring you new ones,” Mike insists, his eyes pleading. “Tomorrow? Would that be—”

“What is this?” a voice demands from the back of the truck. Ginny peers around Mike’s shoulder. The man with the gray sideburns stares inside the lorry with a look of disgust.

“A trampoline!” Harry says, stepping aside as another neighbor races past. “We’re thrilled to put it in the garden, aren’t we, Jenny Cakes?”

Jenny Cakes. Is he fucking serious? Two can play at this game, prat.

“Indeed we are, Hen,” she croons, leaning into his side. “Jen and Hen.” She heaves a dreamy sigh and stares into his eyes. “We even rhyme!”

“Rhyming or not, this isn’t allowed,” the man barks, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’d have to apply for a special exemption with Mr Gogolak, but in the meantime…” He checks his watch. “5:53. Seven minutes. It’ll have to go in the garage tonight. I’m Oliver, by the way— Oliver Skinner.”

Harry gives him a theatrical scowl. “I’d say nice to meet you, but those who are enemies of trampolines are generally enemies of mine.”

Ginny bites the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing, but Oliver remains unamused. He raises his pointer finger as if to say something, but Harry gets there first.

“Onnnnly kidding!” Harry winks and claps his shoulder. “Hope we can be fast friends, Oliver.”

Oliver just glares back. “Count on it.”

_______________________________________________________

Ginny’s taking this whole thing very seriously. Not that Harry blames her.

Her voice echoes against the walls of the empty home as she paces around the sitting room, her camera flipped outward to record.

Despite his five-year Auror career, Harry has no real concept of what Unspeakables do. Which, he supposes, is by design. He knows they… know things. Secret things. Things you’d be happier not knowing. He also knows that Kingsley isn’t fond of them. Or perhaps it’s Attica Monkstanley, Ginny’s boss, who King dislikes in particular. Attica’s famous for her refusal to disclose anything — ever. This ranges from potential terrorist plots to her favorite type of sandwich. Thus, Attica isn’t particularly popular. After a career built on helping absolutely no one outside her department, the request for Auror backup on an undisclosed, top-secret endeavor went over about as well as a hippogriff stampede in a posh tea room.

Harry sighs at the blank walls of their would-be living room. King’s in charge now. Big in charge. He or Robards were the obvious choices to accompany Ginny — sorry, Unspeakable GW — on this mission, but when you’re Big In Charge, you call the shots. The shot King called was to pass the assignment to Robards, who in turn passed it to Harry; Robards decided he didn’t need to (direct quote) “take off a week from pre-existing assignments for some fake marriage, new-build village bullshit in the arse-end of Muggle nowhere.”

Admittedly, Harry’s in a bit of a lull at the moment. He’d been assigned to track and recover Yaxley, but that trail went cold on the border of Romania. Harry’s certain he’s just beyond their reach, maybe hiding in a cave, but seeing as how Harry’s not Big In Charge, his opinion doesn’t exactly matter.

Which is precisely how he’s found himself in this bland house in the village of Arcadia, pretending to be married to his ex-girlfriend… who, incidentally, he’s still hopelessly infatuated with, even five years after he ended things.

Because Harry Potter is nothing if not pathetic.

There’d been no realistic way to decline the assignment, though. Not that he’d tried. Seriously, imagine explaining that to your boss: “Mm yeah, sorry King, I can’t do my job because I still wank to the memory of Unspeakable GW riding my—”

Ginny’s narration jerks him from his thoughts. “It’s 6:15 PM on our first day of the assignment,” she dictates into her phone. “Auror Potter and I are secured in the home, posing as Muggle couple Jenny and Henry Petri.”

“Pee-tri!” Harry corrects, throwing his voice across the room.

He hopes he’s loud enough for the camera to detect, but he isn’t exactly brave enough to find out. Harry picks up their empty curry boxes and scampers into the kitchen without so much as a backward glimpse. He may have been forced into this assignment, but he’ll be damned if he can't have a bit of fun.

Her narration stops as he dips out of sight; if Harry were the gambling sort, he’d bet all the gold in Gringotts that she shot him a two-fingered salute away from the camera.

For some fucked up reason, the thought stirs something warm and exciting that lies dormant in his stomach. What’s worse is this feeling almost makes him smile.

No.

Harry draws a breath as he enters the kitchen.

As Kingsley’s told him several times, this arrangement is strictly business— regardless of his past with her. And in retrospect, yeah, the whole setup is an easy way for King to A) refuse responsibility himself, and B) put Monkstanley in a tough spot if it goes pear-shaped.

Harry pops open the rubbish bin. This is just the sort of liability King’s always looking to avoid, really, but— wait. He blinks down into the bin to make sure he’s not just seeing things, but nope… for some reason, the interior is divided into three sections, each in a different color.

Huh! Harry mulls this over before picking the blue bin at random and tossing the containers in. Maybe he’d know what each color meant if he bothered to read the covenant rules. Fortunately, he had much more exciting plans that particular evening involving Ron, loads of butterbeer, and a Canons/Falcons match from hell.

Whatever. Surely Arcadia would make an effort to clearly explain their recycling system if they really cared about the planet.

He returns to the living room just as Ginny’s providing a more in-depth introduction. “Right. I’m Unspeakable GW, badge number”— her voice becomes garbled gibberish, an extra level of concealment, before slipping back to normal speech— “and we’re here to investigate the series of unexplained Muggle disappearances in the village of Arcadia. As this may involve a potential escapee from the Thought Chamber, the Department thought it best for me to investigate. The Thought Chamber’s been my area of expertise for four years…”

Harry sinks into the sofa as she continues; he’s unsure if he should be sad or impressed that this is teaching him more about her job than she ever shared. Not that she did this for long while they were actually together, mind. Nonetheless, his chest flutters again with that stupid bittersweet pride as Ginny scans the room with the phone camera. All of this pageantry is necessary for her job, he knows. Careful documentation. Detailed recordings.

But for fuck’s sake, look at how much she’s done! She’s the youngest Junior Unspeakable in history, soon to become Senior, if this mission works out. She’s composed, she’s eloquent, she’s graceful. Another smile threatens to break through before Harry suppresses it; he just hopes that there’s someone in her life to remind her of how special she is.

She’s really dressed for the part, too. Harry’s certain that none of this is actually in her wardrobe. Seeing her out of jeans and a jumper is off-putting, but she’s done it so damn well. She once told him that most of her clothing choices were based on how easily she could wear them flying.

He swallows the sadness creeping up his throat. He doesn’t even know if she still flies, but she doesn’t in this outfit, that’s for damn sure. Her trainers are impeccably white, with a floral button-up blouse done up to her neck. She’s a bit like a young, beautiful Aunt Petunia; Harry reckons this is more or less the goal, but when she turns around to describe the stairwell, his eyes drop to her arse.

Shit.

He glances away as quickly, but he got a good look. Her casual trousers are rolled at the ankles, but they’ve done nothing to make her look… plain. Harry shuffles on the sofa, desperate for anything else to think about. Somehow, Aunt Petunia’s face still puckers in his mind’s eye, but now he can’t escape the mental image of her bent over the oven of 4 Privet Drive, only this time sporting a round, perfect—

“Potter’s here for backup,” Ginny says, returning to the sitting room. “I’m on primary investigation.”

Thank God; he sighs at the welcome distraction before remembering that bantering with her has always been an effective palate cleanser. So he does that, instead.

“Well, you know what they say,” Harry calls, leaning back against the cushions. “There’s nothing less interesting than the suburbs. Which is why I could never do your job, Jen.” He ends with a wink, resting his hands behind his head.

Ginny arches a brow, holding the camera in front of her. “And please take note, Attica, that the next time this happens, I’ll be the one to choose the names.”

She means it casually… he knows she means it casually. But something in her words pricks him. Irritates him. Wedges beneath his skin.

“Quite an assumption I’ll ever spend this much time with you again,” Harry mutters under his breath.

Shit.

He freezes. He didn’t mean to say that out loud, at least not so… bitterly. Once upon a time, he possessed the social graces to think before replying like that— but days of interpersonal nuance are long gone. They belonged to a carefree teenager with few thoughts aside from the next time he’d run his fingers through the thick, red hair that currently swayed in a long ponytail.

By the time he looks back up at her, Ginny’s face is filled with disappointment. And she’s closed her phone.

“I’ll have to redo that last bit of filming,” she says with a sniff. “But for what it’s worth?” She raises her chin. “You didn’t mind spending time with me in the distant, distant past, Auror Potter.”

Ha!

That was a tremendous understatement.

He’d been in love with her. Stupidly. Disgustingly. The first six months after the war were a blur of sex and mourning. They’d been so punch drunk and delirious that they probably used each other’s bodies more than either of them knew. He really thought they’d have a future, though… that they’d end up getting married and buying a house. Except theirs would have been different than this one. Filled with far more character and history and warmth. Their home would have smelled like baking bread and sounded like kids giggling and felt like a soft blanket on a cold night.

But none of that had anything to do with the way he snapped. So why bring it up, really?

“Sorry,” Harry whispers, tucking his hands beneath his bum. “That… I didn’t mean. I’m sorry. I just meant that we don’t see each other much, and…” He lets out a slow breath. Best to stop talking before he digs himself deeper.

“I forgive you,” Ginny says quietly. A full second passes before she offers him a smirk. “As long as I can still call you Pookie Pie in front of the neighbors.”

Harry blinks at the carpet with a sad smile. “Deal.”

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The discord server encouraged me to send an ask and share my trauma so here I am. This fic is a bit different from the usual tho and I think it genuinely traumatized me. It had perfect characterisation and psychology, it was wholly from the victim's pov, and it had a catharsis at the end, but hooo do I have flashbacks. So to not out the fandom and ship, A = victim, B = kidnapper. 

Starts with A naked and bound to a ceiling, barely able to stand. B comes in with a riding crop, whips A practically to death. And the thing is - A is super sarcastic and tries to withstand but it goes for so long he starts breaking and crying and outright begging. They also knew each other before. If I remember correctly B is both in sadistic glee and reassuring A somehow? Bottom line, he's obsessed with A. He was supposed to test A for some experiments for his evil superiors but fakes A's death so he can take him and basically lock him in a basement, put some healing stuff on A, which hurt like all hell, and when the skin's barely healed, proceeds to rape A. And A is obviously terrified, but he barely escaped death, barely healed and can't do anything. It. Was. HORRIFYING. 

Then the fic truly starts. And its so fucked up, omg. 

B's obviously obsessed and "in love" with A, he wants A on his side, in love with him. He puts A into a strongly fucked up BDSM type of kidnapper-kidnapee relationship, rapes A but acting as if they're lovers. B's frustrated that A hates him and doesn't love him back. There's one time early on when A notices the doors are not locked so he tries to escape but of course B is waiting for it. And punishes A, and it's… fuck. Dunno if its then or later, but I think here, B puts A bound on his knees and prob blindfolded into a tub, and keeps him there for days. Until A apologizes I think? Takes care of him otherwise, like with food and cleaning him, but leaves him there. So from now on escaping is obv not an option so A tries to hold on until his friends find him, playing into the game, kinda acting into B's want for it to be a relationship. Y'know, they watch movies, B brings him food, sex, obv.

There are two more things I remember vividly and one that just kinda makes me want to cry and comes in flashbacks. Its on the basis of - when in such a traumatic prolonged situation the brain starts to adapt so at some point A starts accepting the gestures and what not, cause he has to survive long enough, and they're like taking a bath one day and obv it turns into sex but A takes charge this time, riding B and feeling both good bcs the sex is nice and horrible with himself that he's enjoying it, perfectly aware that he's still being raped. It's just… so fucked up. And so beautifully, heart-wrenchingly well written. Ngl, cried typing this.

Then comes sort of breaking point when B tells A that his friends won't come for him, that they think he's dead or left town completely, and A snaps. He basically forces B down and rapes him instead. And then feels HORRIBLE about it, genuinely horrified with himself. And then of course it turns out B Allowed it (he's much much stronger) bcs he wants A on his side, go dark, etc. And this is where A loses hope if I remember correctly, turns catatonic, which B is first worried, then frustrated, and then either punishes him for that or for smth else, can't remember. But he puts A into the tub again. He's left there for like three days I think? And B doesn't come back this time.

It's actually where his friends find him and damn, this part. When they're carrying him out A gets a panic attack and tries to go back bcs B will Punish Him if he sees he left the basement and he can't take it and I think that just ripped my heart straight outta my chest. Crying again. 

They take A to the hospital, watch over him, etc, someone gives him a knife, and of course one day when they leave him for 5 minutes B comes back. And its another fucked up scene, A getting upset about being left behind altho he knows he shouldn't. Now he has to go with B bcs B's clearly gone tots crazy and unhinged. B was a sadist and obv crazy, but its like manic now. So A goes, he has the knife in his hoodie, they arrive at the car in the woods, A left a bleeding trail I think. At this point A cant let himself be taken or he wont be found again so he stalls and gets raped again, horribly and painfully (it was painful a lot of the time esp at the beginning) but when B's done and distracted A kills him with the knife. It's again heart-wrenching and so, like, reastically written? Like A's not elated or anything just empty and relieved if I remember correctly. It ends with someone interviewing A about the whole thing and self-defense and all, they clear him and then there's a welcome home party for him some time after. Ends on a hopeful note but A aware of how he wont ever be the same and the catharsis was there but damn. THE PAIN. This fic haunts me. 

And again it was beautifully amazingly well written. I think it wouldn't be even 1% as traumatising if it wasn't so heart-wrenching. It was tagged and all, I clicked on it in the mood of wanting to read smth dark, but tbh I couldn't have predicted exactly what I was getting into. I prob wouldn't have read it otherwise. This ask can't transfer the sheer emotion I got from this fic but I think I needed to share it somewhere somehow. So. Yeah. 

This is more sad than cursed 4/10 :( sorry u got in too deep