#because well. teasing is fun and so is yaoi

[yourfavspoon]

How do you feel about the other residents of Hotel OJ? Mainly Tissues, Cheesy, Trophy, and Bomb?

Tissues is a quite peculiar being. Cheesy and Trophy are sort of friends of mine, ignoring how foolish and dense they often are. And I barely ever talk to Bomb.

[iphoenixrising]

Something God/Messanger of the Gods/WhattheFuckEvenIsThis, HowIsThisMyLife au

I refuse to lie about it. This? Totally got the idea from a yaoi. 

**

From the Heavens, the Father of the Gods looks into the seeing waters at the realm of mortals. The young man with a soft smile, raven black hair, and shockingly violet eyes draws Bruce’s sighs, his son long denied him.

A promise to the boy’s mother while she carried their halfling child, that he would allow their son twenty-one years on Earth to live among other mortals. Once he came of age in their world, then he could be told about the Gods and brought into his power.

The more his three other sons clashed nowadays, it’s become obvious the boy is sorely needed.

Alfred, his second-in-command of their heavenly armies, stands by his right hand, watches the boy smile at a customer and hand over warm beverages humans seem to enjoy.

“He is certainly your blood, Sire,” Alfred comments idly, wondering how the mortals could be so dense as to not see the blatant appeal of the boy behind the counter. His face, while handsome with his father’s strong jawline, is pale with otherworldly beauty. His eyes shine with peace at every person that steps up to speak with him.

“Indeed. It is finally time for him to come home and take part in his birthright, old friend.”

Alfred turns away from the half-God they’re observing, “it has been a long time coming, hasn’t it, Sire?”

For a moment, the Father of the Gods, the former Titan, Bruce, looks sadly at the boy, hands fisting on the edge of the seeing water’s cradle. Even stone here in the Heavens would crumble under his fists.

“It is beyond time, my old friend. It is time he comes home.”

**

He is back to sitting on the throne when his three sons answer his call.

Dick, his firstborn, the God of Rebirth and Renewal.

Jason, his second born, the God of the Underworld.

Damian, his youngest, the God of War.

When the three appear before the massive door to his throne room, their voices echoing, the surge of pride in them fills his chest to near overflowing. His sons all grown into Gods of valor and might.

“Damn, Goldie,” Jason teases, a salacious grin at his brother’s normal tight body suit perfectly outlining every salacious inch. He pinches the material between two fingers, a contrast to his sharp, black, three-piece suit and the Demon’s intricate armor. “Betcha get all hot n’ bothered when it’s time ta hunt, ya feel me?”

Dick just snorts at his younger brother, knocking his hand away to sweep the taller God up in both arms and hold him off the ground.

“I know that just means you missed me, Jay. We haven’t seen each other since that last fight in the Underworld, when those underlings tried to overthrow you. We made a great pair, remember?”

Damian removes his helm, rolling his eyes at the antics of his older siblings, tries to remember he is the bright one of the family. (Even though he would obviously say Barbara is the smartest and Cassandra the most fearsome.)

“Yeah, yeah. Good ta see ya, too. Now pum’me down.”

“Aw, you’re no fun anymore. Where’s the snarky little hellion I used to give noogies?”

“See, that’s what policin’ damned souls does ta ya, yeah?”

Grinning behind his hand at their bickering, the Father of the Gods stands from his throne, strides down the white and gold steps, waves a hand to open the massive gold doors to his throne room to take in each of his sons into his arms, warm to his core at how well each still fits into his embrace even all grown up.

“Not to worry,” Bruce interrupts their banter. “Your sisters will see to everything while you are gone.”

He has their attention, and sighs, palming the side of Dick’s face, ruffling the white streak in Jason’s hair, and finally rests a hand on the back of Damian’s neck.

“Gone?” Damian’s immediate reaction is suspicion because Father gives the utterly worst tasks. 

“Barbara can handle being the Goddess of the Elements. Cassandra will make a formidable Goddess of War, and Helena will… enjoy taking on Goddess of the Underworld.”

“Not likin’ th’ sound’a this,” Jay straightens, slides his fingers over the lapels of his suit, smoothes out the lines. 

“If this is anything like the last few adventures, Bruce, you can just send someone else–“ Because, yeah, Dick has other things to do than run all over the place on another crazy God hunt. 

No thanks.

But rather than use the usual methods to gain their agreement, their great Father instead… sighs.

“The truth, my sons, is that I have called you all here because this undertaking is of the utmost importance. I can trust only you three, no others.  But, more to the point, I don’t think any but all of you together can accomplish it in time.” And it’s jarring to see the Father of the Gods look sad, tired, worn in the way of mortals. “In many ways, I am…torn that you will learn the truth in this manner, but come! Let me show you instead.” He leads them to the viewing pool where Alfred stands idly watching. 

The younger Gods crowd around the delicate bowl seemingly grown from the floor, full of the prophetic waters, a gift from Barbara.

For Father to need them like this, a task only his first sons could accomplish, they’re all a bit breathless wondering what this could possibly be. 

“A mortal?” Dami sounds less insulted than surprised, staring into the image in the waters. “A mere mortal, Father? It takes thousands to wage a decent battle.”

A second glance when Jason’s eyes narrow, when Richard leans further over the waters, licking his lips, and Damian pauses, tilts his head to be certain he is not imagining it.

A blink, a glance at his enraptured brothers, and the gentle glow about the mortal man, the curve of his pink mouth in a welcoming smile, the vibrant blue-violet of his eyes, the curve of biceps and shoulders, the way he merely moves is –

Mesmerizing.

“He ain’t a mortal. Can’t be. N’ I’d know if he was one a’ mine masquaradin’ on Earth,” Jay leans his forearms down on the water’s vessel.  “I can letta demon be beautiful, don’t geddit wrong. But that sweet lil’ innocent is something else entirely, ya feel me?”

“But he’s in the mortal world,” Dick reasons, looking back at what he assumes is their next prey. “He functions like he belongs there,” he gestures to the man taking money from customers, talking with a soft grace, a kindness they can feel through the waters without hearing a word.

“He should not be,” Damian’s hands tighten on the vessel, delicate gold and white creaking with the strength of it. “Mortals cannot see what he is as we can. They could–“ cause him harm, take him, own him, almost leaves the God of War’s lips. He balks at that line of reasoning, but still, his mouth waters in anticipation, his eyes cannot look away.

The Father of the Gods nods sagely, a worn sigh raising his chest, “unfortunately, he has borne many burdens from living in the mortal world. Some that would have broken a lesser creature. But, as you can see, my sons, he remains steadfast.”

Dick hums, still watching as the mortal is now apparently taking a large stack of cups from a plastic sleeve and putting them back down on some kind of holder. Seemingly ordinary as they come, but if this is the subject of their father’s attention, there must be more than meets the eye. As the eldest, he’s very well aware of their Father’s tendencies for a good, dramatic quest.  

“As much as I enjoy watching him,” and that is no false statement, not with how beautiful and soft and sweet this mortal absolutely is, “what does he have to do with us?”

Their Father breathes in sharply, “the matter is…complicated. What I want you to do is bring him here before me. I wish to finally see him with my own eyes.”

All three of his sons straighten, yell out denials of such a thing.

“It would kill him!” Damian raises a fist.

“Ya know a mortal can’t take alla this,” Jay waves a hand in B’s general direction.

“It would be kinder to end him with one shot,” Dick’s tone is flat, but he unconsciously positions his body between the viewing vessel and his great, powerful Father.

And Bruce, under the angry eyes of his sons, looks away. “It’s true he is mortal, but… he is only half.“

And now the boy’s ethereal beauty, softly glowing aura, the very subtle allure is answered when his sons look back, and their want for him doubles.

(A halfling. A mixture of man and God that could be a spectrum of delectable creatures. Most were brought to the Amazons for safe keeping, as the eventual maturation into their power as a divine event would surely give them away to mortals and other less ethical Gods. In a word, a truly earth-shattering awakening.) 

“This is why I can only entrust what must be done to the three of you.” Bruce looks between them at his long-missing son, long separated from him, and back to his beautiful Godlings. He pulls at the strings he knows are connected, “Only another God can bring him into his power so he is strong enough to stand before me. But, he is…unique. A single God cannot do it alone, but the three of you together. You, my sons, may be strong enough to awaken him. As it is, I fear another could come upon him first…and possibly takes him for themselves.”

As he predicted, Jason’s eyes narrow, a deceptively casual flip of his fine suit coat. Damian’s mouth raises in an over my bleeding corpse sneer, hand hovering over his sheathed weapon. And Dick arches a brow at their Father, arms crossed over his bare chest. While he absolutely sees through his Father’s ploy, he can’t help the throb in his veins to hunt, catch, keep when he thinks about any of his fellow Gods or Goddesses coming upon this apparent halfling before they do.  

“All right, all right,” Jay flips a half-assed salute, “we getcha, B. Ain’t gotta be a manipulative asshole ‘bout it.”

Dick snickers because well, it isn’t a lie.

Their great Father shrugs a shoulder, “I’m giving you the evidence you need to understand how important this is, Jason. This halfling is…special. Even I do not know what power he may bring forth once it is his time to awaken. The water itself will show no further future for him,” and an arm gestures to the view of the mortal. 

All three of his sons noticeably perk. Nothing like a good mystery to reel them in.

**

It’s a totally normal, sane day. 

And you know what? That’s nice once and a while.

With the tips he got yesterday, he’s going to be able to make his rent on time and being, you know, not homeless really is a thing worth celebrating.

Steph hands him the next order, and the two of them move around one another behind the counter in that comfortable way when you work so well with someone, it’s like the two of you share a brain. 

When it gets busy in the evening close to closing time, they get a nice little rush of people to close out the night.

They’ve got ten minutes, but most the machines at καφές (or ka-feys) are already cleaned and ready for tomorrow morning’s shift. Steph is whistling behind the counter while she counts out the tip jar, smoothing out wrinkled bills and cashing out the change for more dollars.

“It never fails,” she bemoans while he wipes down the back counters, “we make bank any time you are front and center, Timmers.”

His face gets pink where she can’t see and he scoffs for appearances, “people like seeing you more than they like seeing me, you know.”

“The bouncy, energetic vibe doesn’t always do the trick. Apparently the boy-next-door Hallmark type really does.”

He turns, clearly offended here because he works out when he can, was a gymnast in high school and everything!

He’s not a Hallmark throwback, fuck you very much.

“This is why I hate you.”

“Lies. You love me,” she makes kissy noises while he rings out the bleach rag and carries the bucket back to empty in the kitchen sink. 

Toss of the day rag in the dirty bin, wash up a few remaining dishes while he hums to himself, stoked about having enough in tips to splurge for a pizza with some left to go into savings for the someday when he can go back and finish college.

He thinks about his lonely little apartment buried in a tenement building a few blocks away in the infamous big city. Just one more sad story in a building of sad stories trying to make the next day count. 

If anyone had asked him five years ago where he’d be on his twenty-first birthday, this probably wouldn’t have been the answer.

The bell chimes with incoming, and he groans to himself as he’s on way through the swinging door, wondering which machine he’s going to have to dirty up to make whatever this asshole–

(The three men at his counter immediately zoom in on him, three sets of incredible eyes make him pause a moment, and luckily not melt into a proverbial puddle on the floor because this trio of man sandwich? Are the most breathtaking men he’s ever seen outside of a magazine, movie, or tasteful porn. He finds his heart picking up, beating harder in his chest, his face getting warm, his mouth watering when a quick mental flash of clothes on his bedroom floor is just the birthday gift he’s been waiting for.)

-wants.

Tim puts on his best how can I help you smile with his pulse thudding dully in the back of his mouth.

“Welcome to καφές,” and Steph totally appears magically by his side, like her inner wingwoman instincts called, staring at the buffet in front of them. “What can we make for you?”

**

Jason, Damian, and Dick.

This feels like a joke somehow.

It’s a joke because all three of these god-tier hotties seem to be…flirty? Kind of super obviously?

Steph sighs as she makes the Americano, watches Tim over her shoulder as he rings up the customers, and the one with the smooth accent literally puts a $100 bill in the tip jar.

In the tip jar

Without looking away from Tim.

The younger one has attitude for days, but he’s putting on the charm when he asks for Tim’s name (c’mon, we have name tags) in a low purr, and what would Timothy suggest for someone who likes light and sweet, hands on the counter close to Tim’s in a perfectly casual way.

The leaner one, who has an ass that could be considered out-of-this-world-hot, literally puts a hand on Tim’s, nodding with attentive eyes while Tim gives them the specials of the day (for the third time), and Steph comes very close to burning the shit out of herself while making his latte.

(They are so obvious. Tim what are you even doing right now? Why, whyyy isn’t her best friend telepathy working RIGHT. NOW?!)

They’re from out-of-town, on some business, and know nothing of the sights. Would he happen to be from Gotham? Could he suggest a nice hotel where they might get accommodations?

It’s right then. Right. Then.

She has to do something.

Because they? Are best friends. And she is invested as hell getting him laid. 

(After that awful break-up with Conner last year, he hasn’t gotten back on the proverbial horse. And this? Is his opportunity of a literal lifetime.)

“Tim! Could you help me just a minute–“ is sweet and soft, her smile warm and welcoming. “If you guys wouldn’t mind having a seat over there, Tim can bring your drinks in a jiffy!”

The looks are absolutely sinful and even her sweet best should be picking up on the UST less than a foot away from him.  She bites the inside of her cheek at how pink his face is when their customers finally take a few steps away from the counter.

She pulls him back around the set-up to the sinks by one wrist, almost hopping up and down with excitement.

“Wh-what did you need help with? Did the espresso machine go down again?”

“Are you fricking kidding me right now?” She whispers furiously, “Tim. Timmy. Honey. Sweet Summer Child. You are going to listen up and do exactly as I say.”

Now he’s rolling his eyes because something is definitely coming that he isn’t going to like.

“You are going to take out their drinks, and tell them you know a perfectly nice hotel not far from here. If they seem interested, you’re going to tell them you’d be happy to give them directions or maybe show them where. Le Grande is only a few blocks away, and you might have a chance to be the jelly in that sandwich.”

“Are you serious?” He deadpans. “They’re just…being nice. It’s late, they want coffee,” he shrugs awkwardly, “you know. Just really friendly people?”

“This is Gotham,” she deadpans back, “there are no friendly people. But they? Are so into you. Take their drinks, tell them you know where they can stay the night, a place with a nice bar and good reputation. If they invite you to have some birthday drinks with them, then, for the love of God, Tim, say yes. Maybe if you get a few in you, they’ll invite you to their room for a game of hide the salami. If they do, you’d better come back with stories for days.”

“I love you, but you make me crazy,” and he walks around to finish up the drinks, shaking his head with a grin. “C’mon, like I would even show up on their radar? I’m betting CEOs or Hollywood kept husbands.”

And now the game has begun. Steph goes around behind him to clean-up the mess. “Tallest is an underwear model. I’ll accept nothing less, not with an ass like that.”

“Unless they’re in porn,” he comes back with a lowered voice, chancing a glance over his shoulder to find the three beautiful men looking back at him from the only table still with chairs on the ground. 

“I can see it,” she returns with a laugh, “I mean. They are off the charts.” But she gives him the side-eye, bites down when he is completely gone.

And Tim doesn’t answer, can’t for the way his breath is literally taken away. His crazily eidetic memory spits out Damian when their eyes meet from across the mostly closed shop, Jason and Dick are talking low, glancing at him with flirty, interested smiles, but Damian hasn’t looked away, those green eyes incredibly intense. 

Like picturing someone with their clothes off, tied to his bed, third orgasm ruined, and the next one carefully planned out for the execution, kind of intense.

Damian licks his lips, making it obvious, while those eyes take a slow sweep down his body, and Tim can’t help the abrupt strike of heat that shivers up his spine. 

**

“He is more beautiful in person,” Dick says low in the old language. “Father was right to send us.”

Jason glances at their older brother, sitting back in the rickety chair with deceptive ease, the very picture of beg me to fuck you. For the last ten minutes, he’s been picturing that cute little barista panting under him, eyes dazed and desperate in the same breath. 

“Kinda begs the question howz he been able ta live with mortals like this. Someone oughta found ‘im out by now.”

Without looking away, catching the curve of cheek go pink with his attention, Damian smirks behind his hands. “Father said twenty-one years. Perhaps he was be-spelled as an infant. That would explain why he was forced to stay here with mortals rather than live among other halflings sired by Gods.” 

And in their world, curses are more common than one would think.

“If the spell had an anchor date, no one would notice him until the duration.”

“’S already hard ta take m’ eye off’n him,” Jay admits low, rumbling deeply in his chest, “gonna be soon if he ain’t already there, ya feel me, boys?”

Dick hums an affirmative, eyes narrow on their prey.

“Should we discuss an actual plan to bring him into his power?” Because Damian is already salivating for the man moving behind the counter.

Initially, Damian had been against father’s wishes. He was in no way prepared for the first glance in the waters, only slightly less enthralled now that he’s been in the mortal’s presence. His soothing nature, his song-like voice, the pink of his lips, the deep darkness of his eyes, the radiance and calm Damian felt immediately soothes something desperately angry that has always animated him as the God of War. 

In that moment, not having this man is unacceptable. He has every intention of joining Richard and Jason in bed with this Tim, aiding them in pleasuring this man over and over and over. The need is compounded after facing Tim’s easy smile and soft laughter. Damian finds himself hungry, arousal burning him from within, replacing the fire of his rage with something more primal. He immediately imagines that softly smiling face to be twisted with unbearable pleasure, bare and beautiful with his thighs over Damian’s shoulders, voice hoarse from moaning, crying, begging. 

All that in his mind’s eye while watching Tim’s moving mouth, imaging how he would taste. 

Dick’s mouth quirks when he catches the very intense vibe his youngest brother is setting off, sees their important assignment get adorably flustered. The other mortal behind the counter is talking with flailing hands and easy to read lips, his senses reach out with the wind to catch as much of their conversation as possible, gathering information on their prey. 

He smirks when the female mortal seems to be on their side. The hunt won’t be as difficult as he’d first imagined when he had answered their Father’s call. 

Jay laughs at their younger brother, “thought that one was obvious from how hard yer cock is in yer pants, Demon.”

The God of War doesn’t bother to look away from their eventual conquest, “tt. Crude as usual. Unlike you, I do not usually have a taste for mortals. He is the first I’ve come across to elicit this…reaction.”

Dick smirks when the female rightfully compliments his ass, tuning back into the conversation while he subtly watches their assignment come back around the bar and work the machines. He’s already formulating a plan, not counting on their individual power to simply overtake Tim with eye contact. Commands might not work either, but they would need to test it on him to know for sure. Jason’s usual seduction didn’t make Tim speechless with desire, Damian’s intimidating aura didn’t terrorize him or incite him to violence, and Dick’s mostly-feral predator vibe didn’t trigger Tim’s fight or flight. Come to think of it, their usual effect on mortals didn’t seem to happen to Tim at all. 

“Ta be honest…halflings like him,” Jay hitches a thumb in the direction of their prey, “are at least prepared fer what’s ta come, see, ‘cause most halflings are on Paradise Island with the Amazons. Gods n’ Goddesses can find ‘em there, n’ the Amazons keep ‘im all safe. ain’t like that until after a full God brings ‘im ta power. This?” and Jay gives a sweep of one hand to encompass everything, them, the mortal world, the coffee shop. “Well, this ain’t ‘xactly the precedent.”

“Surely, since he is still technically mortal, he is...fragile. How can we take him without killing him before his power manifests?”

Dick’s eyes narrow, “simple. He already has an aura of a godling. It’s only getting stronger, and will be more so as long as we are close. By the time he’s ready, he’ll be strong enough to take us.”

“I feel that,” Jason smirks a lil, crossing his ankle over his knee, chair facing toward the pretty thing just waiting fer ‘em. “He’s further along than any I ever felt not pantin’ under a God.”

Dami shifts slightly, rolls his shoulders back. “You say this as though he is ...different, Jason.”

“Come offa it, Dames. Why else would the big man hisself call alla us fer one halfling, eh? Like that ain’t so far under his usual, yeah? I’m thinkin’ this pretty boy might be Daddy’s dirty lil secret.”

Damian straightens, finally taking his eyes off their conquest to glare at his half-brother, “you believe our Father has lain with a mortal and born another child? This man?”

Jay shrugs a careless shoulder, “Only explanation as ta why he asked alla us ta be in on the deal. Way it’s s’pposed ta go, ya only need one God ‘er Goddess ta bring a halfling. So, why’s B called in the big guns unless he’s somethin’ more? C’mon, Demon. Unique my ass.” His forefinger makes a circle around their table, putting the bigger question out there.

“If he is half blood of our Father,” Dami’s voice goes low and thick, thoughts churning dark behind his eyes, “then taking him to bed–“

Jason laughs out loud again, eyes glittering in the overhead lights, flecks of jade in a sea of blue. “–is gonna be the fuck of yer immortal life, Baby. Anyone with ‘im is gonna ride ‘im like an animal ‘till he screamin’ an’ all that power is gonna fill ‘im right on up like a cup runnin’ over.”

It’s very obvious when Damian’s eyes dilate, slide back to their pending conquest.

Dick looks over at his middle brother with a frown, “don’t count your chickens, Little Wing. The hunt isn’t over.” He turns back to their prey, “we have him in our sites, but we have to actually catch him.”

Jason clicks his tongue, “I got it on good authority we can convince ‘im. I mean, ya lookit us lately? Mortals are all over me on any standard day.”

And, it’s not a lie. Of the three of them, Jason directly interacts with mortals the most. Whether in the Underworld overseeing punishment, or in his high-end nightclub in Los Angeles, Jason lives among mortals with Father’s blessing (as long as the Underworld is kept closed and the guilty submit to justice). 

“Well, we gave him a backstory, so the next step is having a den to secure him. Jay, that female mentioned Le Grande. Sound familiar?“

“Oh yeah, it does. No worries, Big Wing, I’m onnit,” and a salacious grin the working barista happens to catch. 

While Jason Todd now lives in the City of Angels, Gotham was always his first stomping ground. Whenever he wants a vacation from his nightclub or the hell loop management he’s got going on down below, he comes back to Gotham to live a little in the old style. He pulls a phone from his inner jacket pocket, makes a quick call, his voice low and hypnotic, watching as the female puts all their drinks on a small tray for the halfling to carry to them. 

He hangs up when the Penthouse is on the way to being prepared, any time Mr. Todd, and a slow smirk slides over his face while he imagines that pretty boy ready ta be debauched in all right ways, laid out against blood-red sheet in a very impressive bed, that pink mouth open and panting their names like a prayer.

(Fuck, he’s getting more powerful. We ain’t gonna have much time. He and Dickie share a side eye while their Dames gets caught further under this boy’s spell. Fer a first mortal, their lil murder muffin picked one hell of a time ta get a taste.)

“No worries, boys. Nest is gonna be swanky as fuck ‘cause I got standards n’ all.”

“I’m more concerned about whether it’s safe, Jay. I don’t want anyone else finding him for a while, at least not until he is able to go before Father.” Dick subtly watches their prey, keeping tabs on the beauty coming so close to his time. The faint power humming like an aura is a drug to any full God in the area.

“We can make him agreeable enough to keep others from finding him.” Damian waves off, unconcerned. “Once he is fully awakened, his stamina will increase exponentially. Then it is a matter of keeping him in bed long enough to acclimate accordingly.”

“Not if he’s immune to our sway over mortals, Little D.” Dick’s eyes narrow, his gaze turns shrewd, “So we are going to keep him agreeable by being on our best behavior and seduce him the right way, slow and gentle until he gives us some indication he can take…more. Everyone understand?”

The scoff from their God of War includes a roll of the eyes because this man is their spoils. Things like slow and gentle aren’t necessary when you are claiming what you’ve rightfully taken. 

Jason, however, smiles wide and white, “ya said the secret word, Dickie.”

(No one has to verify it is indeed seduce.)

“Just keep in mind. We’re here to help him, not hurt him. The sex is going to be fantastic considering how innocent he looks, but we’re also keeping him safe.” 

“The only true concern is Chaos. If any of them get a hint of him, we will indeed have a battle on our hands,” Damian idly observes, just the thought of what his Chaos Grandfather would do to this beautiful being makes his fists clench, makes fury find root in his heart where the the urge to claim what is his, theirs, grows stronger. 

Dick immediately straightens, has a second to shutter at the image of Ra’s appearing before this (their) mortal and seducing him out of his innocence, Ra’s keeping him chained to a bed with jeweled restraints, Ra’s taking advantage of his power, his body, his very essence.

Dick seethes just thinking about it.

“We’ve already found him,” Dick tries to keep his voice steady, eyes all for the boy laughing at the female’s antics, moving around the machinery with knowledgeable hands, “the plan is we keep him secure until he’s stable enough with his power to enter Father’s presence, then they won’t be cause for concern. Chaos cannot enter the Heavens. There, he will be the most safe.”

Jason and Damian both give him their attention.

“C’mon, Dickie,” is smooth in the way Jason can be, their bringer of punishments. “Ya ain’t tellin’ me alls yer thinkin’ ‘bout is keepin’ that lil piece safe? Wid’ an ass like that? Getting all pink just talkin’ the talk?”

Damian hums softly, “he will be exquisite.”

“Like I already said,” Dick smiles widely when Tim finally picks up the tray with a last few words to his co-worker who is cleaning the machines they just used. “The sex is going to be fantastic.”

 **

The three hottest men on the planet have unfairly low standards, or he’s being fed a line. Tim can’t really decide which.

Steph was just telling him to take them to a hotel in hopes they wanted him to come up for a drink. 

And that is literally happening here.

Right in his face.

After handing out their drinks, Jason’s low drawl (and God what that is doing to Tim’s brainpan should be considered a crime here) casually name drops the most expensive hotel in Gotham, just like so Timmy, we jus’ godda nice room there. It ain’t far, but ya could take us th’ easy way. Maybe come up fer a drink after yer shift?

“We would absolutely love to have a drink with you, Tim. A thank-you for staying open long enough to give us a place to orient ourselves in a new city.”

“I agree with Richard. We owe you quite a debt, don’t we? It is only polite we…compensate you for the inconvenience, yes?”

He knows his face is pink with what is absolutely nothing less than an invitation to a foursome with three gorgeous men he has a hard time looking away from. 

Their eyes feel like hands moving down his body, under his clothes, and in a crazy kind of way, he’s not having paranoid thoughts of kidnapping and human trafficking that could possibly explain why these men wanted ordinary, every-day, boy-next-door him.

His hand unconsciously tightens around the tray he’s holding by his side, “I appreciate the offer, but I don’t think this-“ he makes a circular motion with his free hand, “is going to happen. You guys are, ah, a little above my level, and not in a bad way. The flirting is…nice. It’s been a while okay, and I’m weak, but whatever. Anyway, Le Grande isn’t far, so not hard to find, and I’m sure anyone would be happy with some of that um…compensation.  So, please enjoy your drinks and have a good night,” he gives him his professional, glad to help you smile, turns on his heel, and walks away without a backward glance.

(Even if he’s mentally facepalming himself to Mars the whole way.)

**

Steph is beyond disappointed. She’s literally radiating some kind of what the fuck are you thinking energy while they finish up with the machines, doors now securely locked, main lights out, and the night is finally over.

Their last customers took their drinks with a disappointed air and left not long after his little speech, casting glances at the counter where he was stocking things up while Steph watched them mournfully go.

She had about five minutes of incredulous ire, but he literally lays it out for her.

“What do you think men like that want with someone like me?” 

Knowing her, she’d be picturing him naked with a collar around his neck in some rich guy’s mansion somewhere, and she relents a little because yeah, he has a pretty valid point.

The streetlights glow softly in the night as Tim waits while Steph locks the door, and they walk the usual five blocks to her building. Talking about the end of the night is taboo by now, especially when they pass the street leading to Le Grande and just keep walking.  They talk about their plans for their next two days off–

(“I have a hot date.”

“Mmhm, Dungeon and Dragons, Tim?”

“What? Hello, D&D was so last year…. It’s Warhammer, actually.”)

– and Steph bemoans his fortune one last time.

(“But like, what if-“

“I don’t think I want to speculate. If I do, then I might realize that was a bonehead move.”

“Aw, Timmy. The next time hot guys flirt, give them the benefit of the doubt. You could have at least said yes to the drink.”

“Well, I am twenty-one today.”)

He waves, waits until she’s in the building before moving deeper into the Gotham night. He’s careful about staying in the shadows with his head down to avoid notice. It’s not great here in the Narrows, but he loves his place above the old theatre even if the rent is just this side of ridiculous, especially for this part of town.

Still, it’s always a 50/50 walking home. 

The several creepy alleyways between the shop and his penthouse could house just about anything, from a robbery to a shooting to kidnapping most nights, and he hunches further in his hoodie, keeps his head low. Against his better judgment, he’s thinking about them instead of the pitiful cupcake waiting in his fridge with a candle on top and ordering a fresh pizza.

He thinks about the humor in Dick’s eyes, and the interest in Jason’s. Not to mention how…intense Damian had been. He’s helpless to wonder if those gazes would be the same if they were all in bed together…

His face is suddenly a little hot, and he firmly decides he’s totally allowed to speculate about what-if he’d legit said something like, “a drink? That would be really nice actually.”

Yeah, that would have led them to a very nice hotel room with a minibar, and maybe some making out to start.

(He might be sitting on Dick’s lap once he’s had a few drinks in him, getting hotter with each new purposeful brush of hands against him.

Pressed up behind him, Jason would tip his head back for dirty, deep kisses, pulling off his mouth with an audible sound.

“Yer birthday, izzit? Well, me n’ my boys def’nitely gotch the perfect present f’ ya.”

Damian would lean in to talk against his ear, make him shudder in their arms, “It’s easy to unwrap, Timothy. I can promise you would enjoy it.”

And if he whines when Dick bites down on his throat, then only the three hottest men he’s ever seen would be able to say for sure.)

He’s completely into the what-if and is probably why his resident-of-Gotham-fight-or-flight instinct doesn’t kick in.

Before the man with the gun ever turns around to face him, Tim can tell he’s dangerous because he’s scared. Desperate and scared are such a bad combination.

But even if the man with the gun is desperate, the small family huddled in terror have so more to lose. 

Tim's eyes go wide because his night just changed forever, and his automatic reaction is to take a half step forward, to reach out a hand, to a "don't do this, please don’t do this," rolling right out of his mouth. 

He’s helplessly looking from the gunmen to the family pinned down in this dirty alleyway leading to his place and the theatre, heart throbbing in fear for the little boy in a nice suit clutching his mother and father with tight fists.

And something in Tim firms, cements, in the immediate, abrupt belief that this is going to end in his favor. Something inherent in him knows he has control of the situation. 

The gunman’s barrel is aimed dead center. 

(A killing blow.)

"You aren’t going to do this," something in him pushes and pulls, something that makes him so sure, so fucking sure, no one in this alley is going to die tonight. (But, his knees still knock with fear and adrenaline while his brain pan works in overdrive.) 

A shudder goes through the hand holding the gun, eyes he can't really see in the dark, narrow from below the brim of a dirty hat.

"Get lost, kid.” But the guy plainly swallows, sweat beading off the side of his face, muscles tight with strain. “This isn’t any of your business." 

Tim grits his teeth, doesn’t move forward in case he sets something off. "All of us can identify you, and you aren't going to get enough shots off to kill everyone, not without being noticed, even in this neighborhood." His eyes slide back to the family when the motion of the father pulls the small, blue-eyed boy behind them, shielding him. 

You are going to go home tonight, alive and together, Tim promises the little boy with his eyes. Everything is going to be fine.

(And if he could stop it from happening to that little kid with a trembly lower lip and three-piece suit because he got to go with his parents for a night at the movies, then he damn sure isn't going to run.)

"So you?" His own voice goes deep, dark, and from somewhere past all his own fucked-up pain and trauma (his past scars buried in grief and mourning and moving forward because for fuck's sake, there was nothing to go back to) . "Aren't going to hurt anyone." 

“You seem pretty fucking cocky, you little shit.”

“Only because you know I’m right. GCPD always has patrols here, so you won’t get far.” 

The gunman sneers, his arm starting to get tired holding up the shiny automatic. 

The mother over the gunman’s shoulder has a hand over her mouth, eyes wide and wet, but the small family is subtly shuffling slowly backwards. Tim gets it. He needs to keep the attention on himself, give them time to get out of the line of fire. "The way I see it, you've got two options here." 

He slides his wallet out of his back pocket, holds it up over his shoulder between two fingers. "Take this as a door prize and run. Or, try to shoot us, potentially miss because that .38 special is a piece of crap, and have a pretty nice cell at Blackgate for the trouble. Robbery is one thing, but murder? Definitely a whole different type of crime."

The father keeps slowly hedging his family back, trying not to make sudden moves while Tim keeps his wallet waving back and forth, keeps the motion so the gunman stays trained on him. 

The tension is palpable while he waits for the gunman’s decision, the next move, the next flinch, the resounding blam as the gun goes off, his pulse thudding in the back of his mouth even while he knows everything is going to work out in their favor. 

Take the wallet and run, he keeps thinking over and over and over. Don’t look back at them. Take the wallet and run.

A huff in the night between them, and the gun barrel disappears inside a ratty coat, the gunman darting up to snatch the wallet out of Tim’s hand and hightail it the fuck out of the alley.

Once he’s gone and the echoing footsteps fade, the relief is palpable.  The father lets out a huge sigh of relief. “Thank-you,” he tells Tim gravely from across the alley. He turns to scoop up the little boy, weave an arm around his wife’s waist, and steer them back toward the theatre and into the light. 

Tim, heart thudding in his chest, turns to put his back against the rough brick and mortar. His knees feel weak with relief and adrenaline now that the obvious surge in bravery (reads as stupidity, tempting a guy with a gun and all) has left him panting and shaky.  “Sure, it’s fine. Being shot in Gotham isn’t really a big deal.”

He’s pretty sure he muttered it to himself because the small family fleeing their almost-demise doesn’t turn. But the voices from the mouth of the alley gasp in outrage.

“What almost happened?!”

Tim jerks because he didn’t think anyone else was behind him when the gunman took off. Imagine his surprise when his customers are standing there staring at him with wide eyes.

“Shot?” Jay is already striding forward, hands all over the barista to look for injuries because dammit, were they too late and someone already got at him? 

Dick has a hand on Damian’s shoulder, pushes the youngest toward the running gunman in an obvious message before joining Jay at their halfling’s side. 

He notices how big those blue eyes are with Jay’s long fingered hands pulling and tugging and touching. He catches the pink in Tim’s face when Jay’s hands finally wrap around his hips, thumbs in the niches. Their prey is in their trap now, theirs to reel even closer. All they have to do is keep him cornered and wait for the right moment to strike.

“N-no, nothing, I’m fine, really!” Tim sputters, stepping back out of grabby hands, face hot with how strong Jason’s hands are. “I mean, that’s-that’s pretty standard for Gotham, actually.”

Dick has no qualms palming the side of Tim’s face, tilting his eyes up, using just a bit of influence in his tone when he asks, “still, did he hurt you, Tim?” 

“No! No, I’m okay. Situation defused. I just had to give him incentive to leave without firing the gun.”

Dick hums, thumb moving over the cut of Tim’s jaw. “He was dangerous. Standing up to him was very brave, Tim, but you could have been seriously hurt. I’m a little worried about letting you out of my sight with guys like him running around.”

Jay’s eyebrow arches because wow, Dickie. ‘At was nice. But even if he knows the oldest is trying to push, trying to make Tim fall under his spell, become more..open...to suggestion as Gods have sway over mortals. It takes Jason a second to realize their little mortal ain’t looking all dreamy-eyed n’ dazed with Dickie’s influence. 

Means, they’ve godda play this the way Dick said from the beginning. Tricks ain’t gonna make it easy fer any of ‘em.

Not that he’s got a problem chasing when they play hard-ta-get. 

“I mean, I made it this far in life,” Tim jokes weakly, breath shuddering when Dick’s thumb feathers over his lower lip. “I don’t – why were the three of you passing over this way? I know I gave you foolproof directions earlier.”

Instead of answering, Jay wants to give it a go, lets himself pours on the voice, “Ya look shakin’ up a lil’ there, Baby. Lookit this,” wrapping his long fingers around one of Tim’s hands, thumb rubbing over the softly beating pulse in his wrist. “Yer hand’s tremblin’. Might wanna come back ta th’ hotel n’ get a drink after all, feel me? Getcha nice n’ calmed down. Ledd’us drop ya off once yer better. Make sure ya don’t run inta no more trouble. ‘Course we want ya ta be safe n’ sound, don’t we?”

With the darkness in Jay’s eyes, the possessive hold Dick has on him, Tim can barely swallow, can barely catch a breath.

Luckily, his mouth catches up before his brain has time to process the logistics of where the hell did you come from again?

“I can’t, sorry. I kind of gave up my wallet when–”

“After what you went through, it’s our treat,” Dick soothes, his other hand itching to touch skin, “consider it a birthday drink.”

The two of them give a more overt push.

Tim sucks in a breath to decline, but when Dick takes his hand, the what-if in his brain pan flares to life again, and everything feels so much like fate or destiny. Like he was meant to say yes the first time and here he is getting some kind of divine do-over.

(Does he even believe in all that shit? Probably not, just his brain trying to help him get laid is more likely the case.)

Either way, how can he say no a second time?

**

The answer. 

He doesn’t.

In less than ten minutes, he’s packed between Dick and Jason in a booth at Le Grande’s very posh digs, a place he’d probably never see in his life considering only the Gotham elite had a place in the VIP lounge.

He’s nervously wiping the condensation off his drink, trying not to think of Jason’s massive thigh pressed up against his or Dick’s hand casually on his knee on the other side. Jay has some ridiculously tall beer, and Dick is sipping on a blue drink from a martini glass. Tim has a water with lemon since, you know, his wallet was taken and he literally has no identification to prove he’s of age.

Out of the dim, Damian stalks toward them like a sleek panther stalking prey, those jade eyes zeroing in on their table. With a smirk, he slides into the other side of the booth and holds Tim’s wallet between thumb and forefinger. He places it in front of their...night’s acquisition, already eyeing the barista’s soft t-shirt and jeans, calculating how fast they can strip him of the clothes.

Tim’s mouth drops open when he opens his wallet to find money and identification still there, “h-how did you…?”

“I am very persuasive,” Damian purrs over the music, “it is a gift.” He has a moment of satisfaction, recalling the thief’s absolute terror when Damian took on his godly form, full height with spiked armor and flaming sword, glowing green eyes behind his helm, ready to strike the criminal down with one mighty blow.

“Return the wallet and never seek to harm another soul as long as you remain on this mortal coil.” Was like ground glass, the flaming blade scant inches from the criminal’s nose.

He didn’t kill the mortal, hadn’t seen the point really.

Tim’s soft smile and awed, “thank-you, Damian.” made dealing with another pesky mortal worth the trouble. “Did you call the police? Turn him in?”

“Unfortunately, he threw your wallet at me and ran. I chose not to follow.” A small lie but Damian will take Timothy’s appreciation nonetheless. “However, I believe he will refrain from petty theft from here on out. You must have made…an impression.”

He gives Jason a side-eye to make sure his brother understood.

Before Tim could ask more questions, Dick winds an arm around his shoulders and cheers. “Great job Baby Bat! You saved Timmy’s wallet!”

“Of course, it was my pleasure to assist our beloved barista.”

Tim’s face goes warmer, even without a drink.

“All right,” Jay grins down at their little halfling, “now’s ya can have a drink wid’ us, yeah? Gonna celebrate turning the big two one in style, feel me?”

“Don’t worry,” Dick soothes, “we have a place upstairs if we celebrate too hard. Have to warn you, I’m a cuddler and I sleep naked.”

Tim doesn’t know if his face can get any more red.

While their little halfling looks about ready ta bust, Jay takes advantage of the distraction, motions to the cocktail waitress making rounds. She scurries right on up to their table, squints at Tim’s ID for a few minutes and then back at him. 

Dick orders a round for the table in a tone that is mesmerizing and she assures them she’ll hurry back with their drinks.

Tim only downs three drinks that night, but the soft buzz is nice enough to take the edge off.

He learns Jason manages a nightclub, Damian is a weapons enthusiast, and Dick apparently does some kind of contract work for environmental agencies. All of it is pretty vague and none of them go into detail as to why they’re in Gotham in the first place, or where they’re originally from. Instead, they ask him numerous questions about his life and his job. His parents and family (all of them long gone. He’s got Steph and Ives now). Why he stays in one of the most dangerous cities on the planet. You know, understandable questions if not a little intense.

While he’s pleasantly sinking into the soft feeling, the three men around him don’t seem to be affected by the alcohol in the slightest but are intently listening to him talk about his life.

(College was a pipe dream. Right now, he’s just keeping afloat, squirreling away every dollar he can for the inevitable move out of Crime Alley. One day his shitty laptop will be a state of the art system. One day, he’s going to get into social work or something to help other kids like him, so another doesn’t slip through the cracks to live a partial life. He’s rambling like fuck when he tells them this, keeps going past it without noticing the look passing between the three.)

Their attention is...odd. Nice but odd.

He hasn’t felt important to anyone since Conner broke it off, breaking his heart without trying to hurt him. Theirs was just another tragedy that is his life.

Jay disappears for a moment and brings him water when he declines another drink, not wanting to walk home with stumbles, not after that situation with the gunmen could have ended horribly–

The night changes when he admits he’s never seen a room in Le Grande, never been through the doors before tonight no matter how long he’s lived in Gotham, and accepts the invite up to see the penthouse. All of it happening so easily is terribly close to what he’d imagined in his secret fantasy, that his tongue doesn’t know how to say anything other than yes.

[heretherebedork]

So Yoh falls in love at first sight with Segasaki, gets mocked by his friends for being a loner and sent on errands and then rescued from that by Segasaki but also how their communication has always been Segasaki pushing Yoh until he gets an answer and Yoh hesitating to communicate anything because he's always been mocked and teased and has no confidence in himself.

No wonder Yoh doesn't trust or believe in anything that's happening with them. He still sees Segasaki as someone so far out of his reach and range that he cannot handle it at all.

Yoh's insecurities are never ending and his fear of losing Segaski breaks my heart but we can also see how little Yoh trusts his actions.

Yoh literally cannot come up with any words that describe Segaski's feelings. None. He sits and he stares and he cannot come up with anything because to him Segaski feels nothing and so he has to label or words for what he might be feeling.

And Segaski communicates his feelings in so many actions and in so many choices but never directly and so Yoh can always find a way to deny that those feelings are real, again and again, that Segaski could not feel anything for him.

Because it's safer to imagine he feels nothing, it's safer to protect himself from pain and unrequited love by pretending that this is all one-sided, by holding onto his constant discomfort and denial because it simply cannot be true otherwise.

And this is a different insecurity. This is what Yoh and Segaski's struggles to communicate have become. They've turned into an argument that isn't an argument and hurt feelings and broken hearts on both sides. On two people both speaking at a crossroads and unable to ask for clarification or to speak clearly because they're both afraid of what they might hear.

Yoh doesn't dare ask Segaski for details about who he's talking about because he cannot actually imagine that he would be jealous of his friend's husband teasing him (Yoh was smiling so big and wide with him, so silly and having so much fun, no wonder Segaski was jealous) but Segasaki might ask for an explanation but would also take those at face value after all the struggles they've had.

Because Segasaki says 'I won't accept it' and Yoh thinks it's about him drawing yaoi manga while Segasaki is talking about him being playful with his friend and so when Yoh explains the appeal of the fictional version of Segasaki.... well, you get pain.

This time, you get to watch Segasaki's heart break as he listens to Yoh because he has been trying so hard to do that for him, to be better than the person who made Yoh drink and cry. But Yoh just told him (he thinks) that he isn't doing that. That he has not shown him any more sincerity or kindness, that his efforts to take better care of Yoh have amounted to nothing.

While Yoh just means that he's making the fictional Segaski softer.

Yoh cannot imagine Segasaki being jealous over him. He cannot believe that might happen and so it never occurs to him that Segasaki might think he was cheating or with someone else. He simply cannot believe or imagine that the perfect, handsome, beautiful and (in his opinion) haughty Segasaki would truly be upset over something he did.

Ugh. My heart. These boys are so in love it's painful but they're just struggling so much to put anything into words, to speak to each other without the other person finding a way to misinterpret what they're saying.

And then we get more of the past and we can see how Segasaki fell in love and how Yoh used to be braver, how they came together and how that love that is so evident between them is also so, so insecure. Yoh stepped in and pulled Segasaki away and comforted him.

Something happened between university and coming back together as adults that broke this connection that they've never recovered from and neither of them knows that they never recovered.

(Yoh is so, so deeply insecure and I don't think Segasaki understands that level of insecurity and has never faced someone so desperate to deny that he is loved.)

[chosentragedy]

Rocklighter (Enlighter X Rock) HCs

AU idea for my #rocklighter

After the incident of EP 4. Enlighter was ofc thrown into jail. But Rock saw the news and was like "This nerd is so pathetic, I need him as my secretary (but also BC Enlighter is morally Gray and his tech Whiz would be good for the company)

At prison:

E: You know I hate everything about you frauds right? That is how I landed here in the first place.

R: Well yes.

But is either the deal or you rot here in prison.

E: I'll take prison over people like you anyday.

E: *Thinks* ("Wait, but maybe I can use this opportunity to get my hands on insider information. If I expose TREEMAN, my ranking will shoot right back up for sure!")

R: *thinks* ("Cute. He is probably thinking of how he can betray us. Delightful, this will be fun.")

E: Fine. But don't expect me to be nice just because I accepted the deal.

R: *smirk and leaves*

// and then my art kinda go from here, Enlighter being Rock's secretary. Most time he kinda just makes coffee and do some senseless jobs BC Rock finds it funny to tease him. Although I do think that Rock low-key slowly warm-up to Enlighter but in a doom Yaoi kinda way cause there won't be a happy ending for these two lmao

[basedbogwizard]

gudao/angra mainyu posting again because i am once again sick in the head about them. this time im just going to drop some random headcanons i have about them. slight nsft warning as well. oh and ordeal call 2 spoilers.

- it starts off with gudao crushing more on angra mainyu. angra isn’t not receptive to it, he just doesn’t take it too seriously, doesn’t really believe it.

- angra definitely teases gudao nonstop about it too. once it’s reversed on him though, he loses some of his composure though…he’s not used to this overwhelming kindness, attention, and affection. it feeds this unknowable hunger for more inside of him.

-meanwhile, gudao is just throwing himself at angra in the most blatant displays he can manage. grailing him, snagging sweets for him from the cafeteria, gifting him weird items he’d think would give him a laugh: just small tokens of his affection.

- i think gudao would wear the red bandana angra mainyu gives you for Valentine’s Day somewhere in his person, like around his upper arm. it breaks angra’s brain and he can’t think straight when he sees gudao wear what was supposed to be the lamest valentines ever like a badge of honor.

- i heard a head canon/idea lately that all of the avengers care deeply for ritsuka in their own way, hence their fierce loyalty, almost to the point of yandere behaviors :>. i think angra would hide it in his own way since he is all the world’s evils, and if he were to truly have gudao all to himself, well…that wouldn’t be too good for humanity. can’t kill humans without any humans around :p

- they are definitely freak4freak. I don’t think it’d be toxic yaoi (ok maybe a little if you wanna get weirder with it).

- I know that angra mainyu technically doesn’t leave chaldea at the end of OC2 since he’s just always been there, but thru the fgo story. but like…what if gudao wanted to make him stay, since he’s starting to disappear slowly?

- he asks angra to make a time loop so he can figure out how to keep him around. and angra mainyu just…lets him try, for a while. because of course he wants to stay, but he knows that the dead must always go back and leave those in the living world to live. if Gudao can carry on, then…

- of course gudao won’t let angra mainyu leave. he knows that this has happened to him before: saying goodbye to his one chance at happiness, to see off his loved ones live again…second chances don’t come often. Gudao wants angra mainyu, the one he loves, to be happy.

- which is why gudao says: “possess my body, and live in my skin until we solve the bleached earth phenomenon”.

- he says no, outright. Gudao says they’ve done this before, he can handle his curses, the corruption. (based on a diff fic I wrote dw bout it) it’s rotten work. not if it’s you.

- plus, absorbing all 6 billion of those curses…angra worries it would kill gudao. he left that out of the equation last time. Gudao doesn’t care, can’t imagine a life without him in it. he’s already seen hell seven times over, survived the garden of lost will by the skin of his teeth. what’s another gauntlet of horrors for him?

- angra keeps denying him, as tantalizing as the idea is…because of course, it would be a dream come true. possessing gudao, living in his skin, seeping into the marrow of his bones…owning him, and being owned by him in mind, body and soul…nothing would be closer to heaven for him.

- so he agrees, and falls into a short coma once angra releases the deluge of curses. he wakes up a week later with some…changes.

- angra is gone, but present in his thoughts, his feelings, his physical ticks. he can feel him looking behind is eyes, feel his thoughts brushing against his own. it’s strange and enrapturing. they can still have “fun” together in their dreams.

- I think gudao’s skin would turn chalky pale, and have some remnants of angra’s tattoos marked on him. angra’s eye colors would also surface occasionally. Gudao opts to hide these changes most of the time, but he can’t hide all of the tattoos (not that he’d want to).

- angra can also take control of his body when gudao is willing, which can lead to some fun activities :3

- ok im tired gn bye

[mozukumi]

What are your thoughts on each route of jack jeanne? Especially for mitsuki since you said you felt whelmed about it

This ask was an absolute treat to get! Thank you so much for asking, anon. I am always down to talk about Jack Jeanne. It went long, so details under the cut.

I'll go in the order that I played them in:

Kokuto Neji: When describing/liveblogging this guy to a friend who knew nothing about JJ, I kept calling him "my pet freak". Which is still a pretty accurate way to describe my thoughts on him. He is such a weirdo who will just say the most random shit, and it makes him such a unique LI . I really need to study this guy like a bug.

As for his route... I don't think it was amazingly done? I do want to give it props for how it handled the I Hate All Women plot - I think it was really cool that Neji was forced to confront that this woman who he built up in his mind all this time as the most evil person in the world was just... a person.

But it bugged me SO much that Neji constantly talked about how this was the ONLY play he could write, given his writers block. It was fine at first, but then I played other routes and realized he wrote the exact same fucking play even when he wasn't having this terrible writers block. I wish I could more eloquently explain just why this bothers me so much, but it REALLY does. It was supposed to be such a last resort for him, him basically exposing Kisa in order to make the show go on... and then he just does it in every timeline? Fuck offff.

Soshiro Yonaga: I had a lot of fun with this one. I'm always soft for childhood friends, and I think the dynamic was especially interesting here, since Sou was acting as our secret keeper. I appreciated all of his help in keeping our secret.

I liked the Christmas confession - as much as I love JJ, it can be kind of a nothingburger with romance at times. But I thought this one was handled well.

His route is one of the only times I could tolerate Amber Suddenly Appearing Constantly. I really did not like Amber in most routes, but I thought it was fun to see what Sou could have become. I think it's really funny that he goes yandere for like, one week, and then he's normal again.

Suzu Orimaki: my absolute favorite no doubt he is dvd normal he is my best boy THAT IS OOOOOMF!!!!!

His arc with Kisa just felt so natural. Ugh they are so sweet together and always working to make each other better. Also, he was totally having a bisexuality crisis right?

Their romance is far and away the most convincing and PRESENT to me, partially because there is no immediate confession. His route is all about PINING.

I also loved the focus on the 1st years in this route - it was such a treat getting to focus in on Onyx and Rhodonite. I only wish we got CGs for their performance instead of the 7th fucking I Am Death CG.

Also, I'm kind of obsessed with the Sou/Kyoji dynamic in this route. I kind of need them to have an insane rebound yaoi. Sou realizes Kisa is in love with Suzu, and wants to support them, but his own feelings... so he's spending more time with Kyoji, and slowly starts to realize... could love bloom again? (I'm getting off topic but ask me about my weird Sou/Kyoji The Principal Is Making Us Fake Date?!?! AU sometime if you'd like)

I think him twisting his ankle again was a bit of a lame plot contrivance, but I had so much fun I can barely even be upset.

Mitsuki Shirota: As you mentioned, this route Thoroughly Whelmed me.

I just... didn't feel much of anything from Mitsuki. It frustrated me so badly that we teased him having a troubled family dynamic in his first event, and then we just NEVER CIRCLE BACK to that. It's insane. They're like "hey do you want a story arc? nvm fuck you".

I also just didn't buy the emotional beat about "ohh you aren't changing in front of me... I guess you just don't trust me..." Like, even if Kisa was just a Cisgender Male, I'd think that was kind of presumptuous! Kisa acts like she did something so wrong here, but I don't think she did.

I loved that Kisa got to be a Jack in the Sissia performance, but it pissed me off that the play itself barely changed. And I guess making the character model not change could be some GNC slay, but I'd want them to actually discuss it if that was the case.

Also, his Christmas present to us was to just SING? SING THE SAME DUET WE HAD ALREADY SUNG LITERALLY YESTERDAY? You have to remember this is coming directly off of Suzu's route, which had his Christmas hand mirror come up so often.

Sarafumi Takashina: I liked him! When liveblogging his route to my friend, I keep on describing him as very "pleasant", which I think is an accurate summary. I think his route was competently done and very fun to play, but it also didn't make me scream and cry and go insane.

The Amber stuff was particularly annoying in this route, because they keep talking about how they need to win these awards or else Amber will be able to poach them. But... it's just such a bad example of gameplay and story segregation. Because YOU KNOW I HAVE BEEN GETTING PERFECT RANKS ON ALL THESE MINIGAMES! Quartz and Kisa have literally always been getting Gold prizes in every prior performance. The stakes just don't feel right.

Kai Mutsumi: obsessed the fact that instead of a cute Christmas date, in his route we just Get Hit By A Car.

I didn't liveblog much about his route, and it doesn't stick out much in my memory. Amber annoyed me again. I thought his stuff with the orphans was cute. I think his relationship to being a flower/vessel was interesting. I liked Kai as a character, but I didn't recall much about the romance.

Kisa Tachibana: The fact we get to have a nonbinary slay role is, naturally, pretty iconic, and I love that for Kisa.

The main plot of "ohhh Quartz is going to get shut down" bugged me, though. I think you can tell, but I really didn't care for any of the Amber plotline. I don't like having a class which is just Designated Evil. I don't like having a guy with grey skin insist that I should be with him. I don't like how the game just ignores the fact that I got Quartz nonstop Gold awards in the past 4 plays. And I hate the fact that I am supposed to believe that I Am Death is going to be a competent play WITHOUT A TAKIHIME?

I think the routes where they double-cast Takihime are also really stupid. I've done theater. I can tell you, anytime they do the two people as one role thing, it ALWAYS turns out tacky. But to just eliminate the role? Ugh. Shut upp. PERFORM SOMETHING NEW ALREADY!!! I just hate that so much of the drama of this route is surrounding the same damn play they've been seeing for the past year.

I also just... I loved having Kisa as a Jack Jeanne. But I kind of think it's a lame way to counter Amber's Tanakamigi-centric way of thinking, to make her a solo lead. I think it was stupid that Amber did a solo lead, and I think it's thematically a bit confused to make Quartz do it as well.

Also, I was expecting some closure on if our brother had got turned into a weasel. So I was a bit disappointed that nothing happened there.

Again, TYSM for the question!

[childaintit]

I just think that it would be funny if Subaru has a little sister. Bcs yk. Canonically he doesnt....but think abt it gang...

So heres my image of her currently :

Tbh? Name would be Hana Natsuki. Still debatable since this name came outta my ass

She's the splitting image of her mom(Naoko), but has her father's eyes(Kenichi).

A bit more on the cutesy-side.

Her and Subaru are polar opposites, but similar.

Basically she, unlike Subaru, she wasn't really that known by her peers as a child (matter of fact, she was invisible) but as she grew up, she learned to face her own fears and started communicating more. People's expectations of her? She thinks it doesn't matter because its what they want, not her. She also joins a lot of competition ever since she got older.

Closet-ish otaku. Unlike Subaru, she doesn't pull out references but stoops down to other people's level and give them words that they understand. But the moment people ask about what she likes....she becomes a yap lord.

She's a bit calm. Like calmer version of Subaru. She's eccentric, but a bit more toned down. She's sort of the type to say the most ridiculous shit TO YOUR FACE and smile. She knows what she said was crazy its just funny to see other's reaction.

Has good composure, and strong mentality due to the slight bullying and isolation she got as a kid.

An oppurtunist. The type to try to pursuade to get her something for free and occasionally it works. Also a positive-realist?

WEAK for beautiful people.

Can draw very well.

CANT SPORT FOR SHIT. Subaru makes fun of her constantly and she goes "at least i have FRIENDS" subaru cried

Kenichi spoils her a lot (gives in and accepts her demands) while naoko softly scolds her for taking money from her father..

Daily interaction consists of :

Hana making fun of Subaru (It's fun teasing him),

Hana acting cutesy for money, reading whatever collection Subaru has (and makes fun of each trope about the fanservice but then subaru calls her out on her yuri/yaoi/shoujo collection),

Subaru asking her to get out to get some stuff (she keeps the change).

So imagine if her ass was sent to the re zero world after subaru. Around arc 4? 5? Doesn't matter...i just want to see her get picked up by Priscilla.

The panic she would have and for different reasons..

In her head shes like KYAAAAAA WHERE THE FUCK AM I??? WHERE..WHAT...MY...HOUSE...HOME...MOM DAD??? but on the outside she's just looking around but then the next second she gets picked up by Priscilla because 'she's interesting.' Or something beneficial...and then Hana would be like : KYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAHHH A PRETTY...GORGEOUS...MAGNIFISCIENT...GIRL..PICKED ME UP...!!!!!! Oh and theres a weird dude with an armor....? Whos that kid.

Everyday she swoons more for Priscilla and shes like 'notgaynotgaynotgay I LIKE MEN (a man hater)'

Ok but ti be fr, shed be pissed off by the fact that when her parents are in their worst(subaru missing era), she teleported them, and might be making them worry. And shes like. Sad. Pissed off. A lot of emotions.

And itd be interesting if she was there by some accudent and a witch has to take responsibility..either wrath or lust. Idk. Im not a true re zero fan guys im sowwy..

I wish i could write more but gaaahhhh i havent reached that far yet gng...

[rocketturtle4]

Pit Babe Thoughts - What a Banger of a show!

So having just realised I watched the entire CUT VERSION of this show and now planning to rewatch the entire thing from scratch because it's so good I want my extra minutes DANG IT.

I thought I'd put some thoughts down first because DAMN this show may not have been perfectly polished but it was amazing for a multitude of reasons.

Playing fast and loose with pairings and ships.

Now obviously our main 2 ships were our main 2 ships, we haven't entered a parallel universe, but the amount of tension they threw in anytime ANY two sides were together was delicious. It's fun to not know who will end up with who, the show teased and toyed with possible pairings and I LOVED IT.

(Also main ships may have been main but I was half wondering if we WOULD end up with Way/Babe somewhere in the middle there!)

2. Having fun with personalities and sex dynamics.

Now I have recently run across the understanding that a lot of BL is based of one specific pairing type from a much broader range of couple dynamics present in Yaoi and Shounen-ai (super darling X milquetoast) stories. And while this doesn't really feel like we're distant from that pairing type. The show doesn't strictly fit this and certainly plays with the audience perception by having Babe as the Uke.

3. Omegaverse

OBVIOUSLY

But also introducing lesser known elements of Omegaverse like Enigma's was extra cool.

4. New settings!

Racing BLs aren't exactly the norm.

5. More playing with lanuguage dynamics

Not brand-new but we got a lot of play around language and age, Papa Mama, Loong and Nu, The way Alan switched around his "I" Pronoun so much. BL not leaning so heavily on Pom and Phi or Gu and Mung or even Khun and Pom is fun to see!

6. A lot of casual physical affection

Now this is definitely becoming more common but I still want to highlight how physically affectionate Babe and Charlie (In particular) got to be with each other the whole time

Overall the series was compelling, intense, and well executed. The relationships (Friendships and romantic) were utterly compelling. I love the way so much teasing was done with all the side peeps. I love how it had real stakes, emotions and consequences. I loved how much it played out the background and relationships of the characters, the way that all of Tony's children felt something for him, were compelled to love and hate and feel responsible. I loved how some people got forgiveness and others didn't and how people's very real pain, anger and betrayal got explored so deeply.

The show was not flawless or perfectly executed by any means.

But it was a compelling and interesting plot with utterly compelling relationships played all the way out without rushing or skipping.

And I loved it

I am off to watch the Uncut Version, can't wait.

[musicalmoritz]

How do you think a hypothetical genderbent au for AoiNene would work? Assuming everyone else around them is genderbent as well

Hmmmm okay so I’m very biased and don’t typically like genderbending wlw ships lol but I have done it a lot with mlm and mlw ships in the past to to keep things equal…let the Aoinene yaoi commence

I like to imagine a genderbent TBHK would go the same way as canon, tho if we’re going an Aoinene route that’s going to go a little differently. Aoi would probably be a pretty boy/princely archetype for his popular persona like Teru is in canon, and male Nene is essentially Atsushi from Bungou Stray Dogs without the PTSD (at least to begin with). I’m not saying they turn into AkuAtsu but…nvm I’ll hold my tongue

Since they’re both men their friendship wouldn’t be as touchy/affectionate, it would probably look more like Kou and Yokoo’s friendship. Instead of being open about wanting to impress Nene, Aoi shares ghost stories to scare him. Nene becomes a typical girl-crazy shonen protagonist so we would unfortunately suffer through a lot of nosebleed scenes (he’d def be a gentleman tho, which would make him twice as annoyed with Hanako). Akane would unfortunately become the sexist crazy ex-girlfriend archetype which would make me root for Terukane more than I already am. On the other hand tho, it would subvert expectations to later have her be the hero that saves damsel in distress!Aoi

For the story to go an Aoinene route, Aoi would have to be introduced in the first chapter. He would also have to be teased as a potential love interest like Hanako was. Then during the Misaki Stairs arc, there’s more focus on Nene realizing how important Aoi was to him. The Severance focuses more on Nene’s grief over Aoi than Hanako, and we place more emphasis on romantic scenes between Aoi and Nene. Like the “first kiss” scene could be with them instead of Hanako and Nene. And any romantic scenes between Hanako and Nene are either comical or brief, like with Kou and Nene in canon. Nene would be the one to save Aoi during the Severance arc and he might even replace Akane during ch.69, with Akane’s development focusing more on her budding relationship with Teru in light of losing her childhood best friend (because we have to put her with someone)

Thank you for the ask, this was way more fun to think abt than I expected lmao!!

[notnun]

The Fallen Merman (人鱼陷落) | Lin Qian (麟潜)

Links: Novelupdates | Sirens Team (Chrysanthemum Garden)

Tags: ABO, Action, Adventure, Comedy, Drama, Fantasy, Romance, Sci-fi, Supernatural, Yaoi

Chapters: 277

Read on: 12/24/2024 to 01/12/2025

The first review of 2025! I've danced around reading this novel for a while: one, because its a sequel to a novel I don't want to read and two, I didn't care for how the NU summary made it seem like it was going to be a slice of life. I am very glad I made it over these hurdles and decided to read The Fallen Merman- the original summary doesn't do it much justice. (And while characters from the prequel novel make an extended appearance, I did not have any difficulties reading this novel without having read it myself.)

Bai Chunian, originally begging his boss for a vacation, changes his mind when the person his new rescue mission involves is a familiar face. The person of interest was the manta ray omega, Rimbaud, whose gland characteristics manifest themselves as a fish tail. A merman.

The merman who was with him as he grew up, stuck in the same cage as him. The one he protected so fiercely, only to be betrayed and almost killed at the last moment.

Of course he'd go save him. And the ones in the dark who turned them both into Experimental Subjects? They would pay for daring to go against a God.

Hehehe I really liked this novel. The worldbuilding is really unique and interesting, but it also creates an interesting framework for what this novel really is: an action, military-adjacent sci-fi. Everything from the classification of the gland abilities (J1, M2 etc) to the numbering scheme for experimental subjects is super fun and gives interesting shortcuts to tell the reader exactly what kind of power levels are clashing at the same time. Add in Envoys and their controllers, and the wide variety of abilities the experimental subjects have to offer, and you really don't know how each fight is going to go until you're reading it.

Bai Chunian issss a really cool character. He's a submissive alpha (towards Rimbaud) which is really rare, and once they clear up the initial misunderstandings he's got a really good relationship with him. Bai Chunian's "Divine Envoy" name teased throughout the entire novel finally coming into full turn in the ninth arc Gave Me Chills as I read it. His entire character arc of trust and mistrust and stubborness vs his deterioration vs his uncompromising views is just. Chef kiss. I love seeing his regret and agony but also the things that lift him up, that makes him equal to a god. He's a good cat. He's incredibly sensitive. He's constantly doubting himself and judging himself for being "dirty". I love him.

Rimbaud is very interesting, because his actual personality is vastly different from the view we get of him from Bai Chunian initially. Rimbaud is still 'maturing' as an experimental subject and has limited cognition for the first few arcs of the novel: he acts more on instinct and doesn't understand the common language very well. This doesn't mean he's stupid, in fact he's very sharp and sensitive to everything around Bai Chunian.

Once he reaches the maturity stage of an experimental subject he quickly shows his unique take on life as the King who ruled over the ocean for over 200 years. He's arrogant, unyielding to most, and demands loyalty from his worshippers. He purifies those around him and commands the denizens of the sea. Its like he's a different type of lifeform than land dwellers completely- he only tolerates humans because of the dependence Bai Chunian shows for them. He loves Bai Chunian's liveliness and stubborn faith, he is constantly teaching Bai Chunian to stop fearing himself. Rimbaud is also incredibly lewd and carefree and I respect that 🫡

It feels like its been a while since I ran into a couple like this where I wholeheartedly adore both of them. I also enjoy all of the students at the base and how Bai Chunian (and later Rimbaud) interact with them. Han-ge, Xiao Xun, Lu Yan as normal people and Eris, Xiaochong, Wenchi, etc as experimental subjects had a lot of variety and I really loved seeing them show up. For the most part the story has a good balance between action and downtime, I never felt like things were going too slow. Towards the end of the novel it felt very fast paced, but then its capped off with the recuperation arc and ending. I am very satisfied with this novel, honestly.

How was the translation? Almost perfect! Some minor typos, and two lines were left in the original Chinese but also translated. The Sirens team did very good!

Would I recommend this novel? Yes! As long as you're ok with the trigger list and the minor relationship caveat I describe below.

Would I reread this novel? Yes! It inspired me to create an entirely new OC, and inspired me on some of my own worldbuilding..

Trigger Warnings: Human trafficking, Human experimentation*, Breeding 'humans/experimental subjects' forcibly for experimentation**, Torture, Gore, Eye horror, Rape threats, Body horror, Human cloning, Discrimination against experimental subjects, Infant death, Child death, "Voodoo" doll***, Sexual harrassment, Suicide, Forced abortion, Child abuse, Violent mysoginy, Cannibalism, Child molestation (mentioned in extras), Corporal punishment (mentioned in extras)

*As the major plot point of this novel, human experimentation is literally everywhere and Bai Chunian remembers and mentions countless inhumane treatments he and the other subjects have gone through because of the 109 Research Institute.

**This is mentioned a few times and framed a few different ways for Bai Chunian and Rimbaud, as the breeding program was what brought them together in the first place. Rimbaud and Bai Chunian (despite initial misunderstandings) have only had sex with each other and Rimbaud didn't accept anyone other than Bai Chunian. This is also kind of a weird subject because I can't be sure just how old Bai Chunian was when this happened? The timelines surrounding their stay at the Institute is confusing, but it was at least three years ago, and Bai Chunian at one point claims to be 19. I don't actually think he's that age because the Institute itself is not that old and experimental subjects mature very quickly.... And Bai Chunian was a lion cub in the first place? But its never confirmed.

Both of them were not in the experimental subject 'maturity' stage and were more like animals driven by instinct... Its messy, but it was as consensual as they could get at the time? Because otherwise Rimbaud would have just killed Bai Chunian. In contrast though Bai Chunian doesn't touch Rimbaud again (and doesn't want to) until wayyy after he hits maturity stage and gains all his cognition back (and even then he has to be coaxed by Rimbaud to even initiate it) so there's that? Because of this weird relationship they had in the institute Rimbaud basically raised Bai Chunian as well. Its *shrugs*, human experimentation at its worst.

***Eris's original body is said to be a "voodoo" doll but its not really focused on other than that he's Cursemaker because of it.

Arc names and detailed triggers under the cut, along with some non-spoilery reactions from me as I read:

1) Top Secret File: Breathing Snake Den

Human trafficking, Human experimentation, Torture (mention), Breeding humans forcibly for experimentation (past, mentions), Gore, Eye horror

2) Master of the Rails House: Man in the Mirror

Rape threats (brief), Human experimentation, Gore

3) Hospital for the Sick: Just a Clown

Gore, Body horror

Bai Chunian is only 19... wadda hell. (later insight) well Bai Chunian may not even be 7 actual years old so. yay for experimental subjects aging weird and already are preloaded with a bunch of information anyways. how to judge maturity on these guys....

4) Deep Sea Throne: Phantom Shorelight

Gore, Human experimentation, Human cloning, Discrimination against experimental subjects

5) Fetters in the Wind: Doublethinking Silk

Torture (mention), Infant death, Human experimentation, Child death, Voodoo doll, Gore, Sexual harassment (towards Bai Chunian)

Ambiguous situation between Xiao Xun and Han Xingqian, but they're already adults, close in age (Xiao Xun is 19-20, Han Xingqian is younger than 25), and I don't care too much. Its funny to think Xiao Xun is the same age as Bai Chunian. The gap between normal people and experimental subjects 👍

Eris's original form is called a 'voodoo doll', but isn't elaborated on.

5) Thread and Winder: Cursemaker

Gore, Suicide (mention), Body horror

Odd Bones is also translated as Strange Bones.

6) Causal Reincarnation: A Night in Hell

Forced abortion, Child abuse (past), Gore

7) Decaying Paradise: House of Desire

Violent mysoginy, Gore

8) Ordained by God: Divine Envoy

Child death, Human experimentation, Sexual harrassment (towards Odd Bones), Gore, Infant death

These two are so kinky... Oh god, Aixing...... Feng Yue is funny.

9) A Death-like City: Pinnacle of the Soul

Gore, Cannibalism (sort of), Human experimentation, Suicide

10) I Have Not Gone Far: The Divine Envoy is Reborn

Gore, Torture (mention)

Rimbaud why are you so kinky. Wadda hell.

11) New Game+: Side Endings

Eris Extra: Cannibalism (mention), Child abuse (mention), Child molestation (past, mention)

He Suowei Extra: Cannibalism (mention), Corporal punishment

Eris is still the funniest little guy. But also pats him a lot. He Suowei is on my shit list now and I agree with the comment that I would have rathered seeing the two little wolves get collars...

Just assume Human Experimentation in every arc on account of their background. I'll add the label if there's significant updates to it I guess? But its basically every arc.

Thank you for reading my review!! I hope to make this year just as productive as the last 💜

[digi-dest-stories]

Who falls for who first out of each of your ships? Can be bulleted or writing snippets

Well that's a fun question! I'll answer with bullets for now, but might write stories/snippets later on.

E.R x Riot: Riot fell first, but never realized it. It was sometime at the end of his bullying era, when he began feeling more and more guilty for what he was doing to the other boy. After he stopped bullying completely, E.R. was the one person who reached his hand out to him, offering him a second chance, and he fell even further.

Gary x Reiner: Reiner fell first. This was during their adventures in the Digital World, where we saw Gary begin to take charge more and more. Reiner admired it and that soon became a small crush. Sammi is aware and teases him about it, though is trying to encourage him to 'man up and confess his feelings'!

Riot x Grayson: Grayson would fall first! He was mostly spared from the bullying because he used to give Riot games and movies in exchange for being left alone. Sometimes though, they just hung out with each other. Over time, he grew more and more fond of Riot, amused by his spontaneous and creative ideas... before realizing he had accidentally grown a crush on the dumbass. Whoops.

Dark Magic (LadyDevimonxMistymon): Mistymon fell for her first. He had mostly begun flirting with her as a joke, to get back at her from when she was Sistermon Noir and he was Wizardmon, before slowly beginning to realize - 'Wait, this isn't just a joke anymore'. He admires her strength and beauty and, while he does still find it funny to tease her, he genuinely means every flirt he throws at her.

Doomed Yaoi Hybrid (Agunimon x Duskmon): Both kinda fell at the same time. They're always trying to rile each other up, taunting one another, before taunting became teasing and then eventually flirting. Agunimon is more aware that their relationship has changed just a tad bit, but Duskmon is not. He at least knows that it has changed, just not how it has.

Floral Heist (Temp Ship name - Floramon x Terriermon): Neither have yet. At the current moment, they have only just begun to hang out and are only in the friendship stage right now.

Bonus ship: 1 Braincell Polycule (aka E.R. x Grayson x Riot) - Grayson falls first for E.R., then for Riot. E.R. was just too much of a lovable dork for him to ignore, and someone who always just there. Who wanted his company, not so he could hack some games, but just because he wanted to hang out with him. He falls for Riot in the same way as he did above.

[sylviareviar]

📚 = What sorts of books do the mun and muse like to read? Do they have a favorite author or book?

I used to be a huge reader. Usually I'd read fantasy or romance books. Things like the Unwanteds, The Story Thieves by James Riley, Harry Potter... But I didn't know bigger stories like Lord of the Rings, Percy Jackson, or other famous stories like that. Despite loving to read, I was pretty picky with what I consumed, especially since a lot of books contain very... descriptive scenes of blood, war, and sometimes sex. And of course, my sensitive heart couldn't take such things, so I often judged books by their covers. If they weren't colorful or cute, and their descriptions or titles weren't appealing enough to me, I'd put them back on the shelf and move on. That being said, I do read a lot of manga and manhwa, though I'm careful about consuming those, too. Since they're graphic, I don't like when they're overly dark or bloody. But the art is incredible!

Sylvia is a more avid reader than I am. Her repertoire is wider, and she reads anything as long as it's relevant to what she's doing at the moment, since she loves to do research on things for her art or, in the case of Pokemon, case studies. Often Sylvia finds herself not knowing what's going on, so she relies on books to give her knowledge on what she's missing. In Fire Emblem, she has no memories, so she searches through Altean and Archanean history records to get the context of where she is and what's happening. In Pokemon, she documents and reads up on Pokemon as she meets them, expanding her understanding of their nuances and capabilities. In Persona 5, she dives deep into learning Japanese and its history, as well as learning more about phantom thieves in literature, since people online draw connections between the Phantom Thieves and their respective "representative" thieves (little do they know they actually are Personas).

In other words, Sylvia's more of a bookworm than I am. But I'd like to get where she is someday.

As for Jack, he's a theatre kid through and through. Usually, he doesn't read stories as much as he listens to them, and retells them orally, be it through his bardic endeavors in Fire Emblem (or any fantasy verse, really), or through dramatic retellings in Pokemon. Even in Pokemon, Jack has a penchant for the dramatic, and loves teasing and having fun. He has a strong memory, which makes him great as a backup actor in a pinch, because his improvisational skills are off the charts. So, for fun, he'd read theatre scripts, and on the side, some sci-fi novels here and there.

He does also absolutely read yaoi. My man desperately wants a boyfriend but can't get one smh

[ryuseiired]

what do you think of/rate 0309?

ohhh yippee i get a ship to rate back!!!

i have mixed feelings. on 0309. because i think it can be really interesting and cute when done right and when you consider their characters and how they'd interact.

but also, being a popular m/m ship, there is a lot of mischaracterized content out there where people attempt to simply put them into a generic yaoi template. mikoto in particular suffers from this and when paired with fuuta tends to be very... made into some sort of softboy to pair with fuuta's more hotheaded nature. so this makes me kind of side eye it like are you being normal. are we being normal about 0309. or have we forgotten who they are!!! people also often dont play with the fact that they like canonically do not get along at first and i'm like but thats the fun part. guys who dont like each other slowly realizing that oh, oh no, actually everything i thought was annoying about you before has become kind of endearing

i do think they could be a good couple though i don't think they'd get along at first but i really do think they could learn to like each other and work well together... theyd be good at balancing each other out since one of mikoto's biggest flaws is just how willing to sacrifice himself to be liked and successful and normal he is and fuuta doesn't seem to care much about society at large or what it thinks of him. something where fuuta can teach mikoto its ok to prioritize yourself sometimes and mikoto can help fuuta see the value in caring about his life and finding something to do with it a little more. also i love how easily fuuta brings out mikoto teasing him its silly. theyre silly. mikoto deserves to get to relax and banter with someone a little.

tl;dr i enjoy it when its done well some people do it in ways that make me want to eat a brick though god bless them

[gorgeousmanfounddeadinacroptop]

ok love sea ep 7 running commentary

-theyre sooo cute

-mut wears his heart on his sleeve like no one else wow

-also he could write a book on emotional intelligence he saw it was all too intense for rak and started acting silly

-youre the one who brought a horny 20 year old to live with you

-IS THIS THE MUSIC FROM GLEE?

-whats my puppy still doing out this late?

-my poor meow meow hes so scared

-her ass whew

-im sorry that was uncouth

-we are getting closer to nasty lesbian sex

-"every part of you is fun to tease" OK

-a confession???

-this is the authentic lesbian experience bc she confessed and mook didnt even realize it

-in the end vi helps mook with her job

-bring your boytoy to work day

-this is just like in love sky

-pleaseeee give me old man yaoi try me pleaseee 2025 old man yaoi mame pleaseeee

-proud boytoy

-muts outfit would be so nice if he was just wearing normal jeans instead of cargo jeans jargos if you will (regular jeans and cowboy boots make him a sexy american hillbilly)

-prin is still annoying

-both rak and mook have cute outfits as well

-god shes a bitch

-how long does getting bn from the car take

-oh hiiii

-wow they look good

-the costume team for this episode showed out

-mook looks so mad

-dont touch her!

-oh its a little water calm down boss

-get her!

-she really is quite dumb

-where are the books?

-praise?

-because hes in love with you

-again its mr emotional intelligence

-LOVE STORM AND LOVE SKY YIPPEEE

-pleaseeee make try me next

-this is so meta bc tbnw did just have their pre production worship ceremony

-noeul giving peat heart eyes then realizing he has to be in character was so cute

-oh mook just clocked them

-guard dog boy toy

-chanya is acting her ass off and these two are being lovey dovey in the background

-sorta a date ngl

-her friend in her phone just being "friend"

-ughhh i need to make a mutrak dynamic post but that takes so much energy

-come on legs!

-ok so is mahasamut canonically 21

-and lastly a word from our sponsors

-THE BEDTHROW SCENE AND A VIMOOK KISS NEXT WEEK IS GONNA BE GENERATIONAL

ugh the ending credits are everything

[indefinite-milkshake]

Hi there.I saw your fanfic about volund x oc cat ao13,not alot of writers write fanfic of AE.I like your story so far.urmm...is it if you don't mind doing hetero headcannons about lute x oc cat chimaera and pugi x oc tigress chimaera?

(Volund also one of my fav thx you)I like yaoi too🫠😍

Sorry I haven't answered this ask for a little longer than expected, I was busy with school projects and writing some fanfic series for my friends T_T

Anyway, Lute x OC Cat Chimaera and Pugi x OC Tigress Chimaera, eh? I'm not very adept in headcanon-ing ships, moreso Lute and Pugi who I haven't really analyzed before since they aren't my main focus on the game, but I'll try, and I hope you enjoy the list of headcanons I have!

It's also been a while since I saw their CG, like what, 1, 2 years, perhaps? So I'll try to make them as in-character as possible! if not, well, you could just send an ask again if you're dissatisfied-

Ahem...

Lute x OC Cat Chimaera

He is definitely a very playful person to be around. He's energetic, fun, and doesn't mind who he's dating! Whether you're a man, woman---the only thing that matters to him is the romantic feelings he'll get out of it. And if you give him the sparks, then you're on his list.

He's an open book. Literally. He tells you all the thing he likes, dislikes, fears, and loves. Because of this, it's fairly easy and uncomplicated to find gifts for him that you're most certain he'll love. He might even be oblivious to the fact that you basically know him like an open book, though that depends on how you act around him.

For you, he is a very outgoing person. If you're as energetic as Lute, then he'll take you to the different romantic spots he knows of. Lakes, open areas in a forest, maybe somewhere around Yggdrasil---he basically knows Verdancia like the back of his hand, and he'll take you to them so he can spend time cuddling with you there.

His love language will definitely be physical affection in exchange for your wonderful gifts. Cuddling is a staple in his love life, and since you're a female cat, he'll love to hear you purr when you're both cuddling, and maybe he'll do the same to you by purring back! The fluffiness of both your furs will enhance the cuddling session, proving to be quite the efficient sleeping pill.

Because of the fluffiness of both of your furs, you'll always go to him when you can't sleep at night, and he'll gladly take you in his arms and over his chest. You can't help but just feel safe around him, as if he's your personal bodyguard or something of the sort, so the more you go to him to sleep, the more frequent it gets as time passes.

He loves to tease you and play with your emotions---in a good way! When he plays with your emotions, I really do mean it's him making you blush, taking every opportunity to make you flustered in every second. Whatever it takes, he will make your cheeks red, and he'll enjoy doing it, because he likes to see you flush!

Pugi x OC Tigress Chimaera

He's a calmer, slightly mature version of Lute. If Pugi decided to hang out with you, then it must mean that he saw something in you that made his inside go spark. Though it's not really a strict thing, it would still reassure you that he saw something unique in you to the point where he committed to a relationship with you.

He is a man's man, and likes to give you gifts that will make you happy just to see you smile and excited. Edibles are things that he would usually give, but he would occasionally give you jewelry, though he is usually not a materialistic type of person, so he sticks more on the beneficial side of things that will actually nurture you as a tigress.

He's careful and most likely overprotective of you. Even just a small, insignificant scratch will mean a lot to him, and he'll ask if you're okay and if you need help treating it. Even if you insist, he'll still bother trying to help, despite the fact that it doesn't even hurt you or anything like that.

Now, if you were harmed by another person, then that's a whole different story. He'll go absolute beast mode and bark, trying to defend you. If that's not enough, he'll go physical, and it'll take one pull from you to make him let go of the grudge, but he'll remember that face and he'll be keeping an eye on the person who harmed you!

He tends to like spending time stargazing, and what better way than to do it with you! He often likes to cuddle under the starry night sky, and he would purr in response to your purring. He likes to spend some time with you without being disturbed by any other beastianoid, so he just invites you to come with him to lie down on the grass where the area is isolated, and just look at the stars and the celestial bodies floating around the sky and ponder about things.

I can imagine him being a himbo kind of guy, almost like Lute, in a way, but more than him. There are definitely things that needs to be explained to him, and some things that doesn't need to be explained. However, it's still pretty amusing to see his face contort into that of confusion and bewilderment when he hears something complex. It's a cute expression, and you love to see it!

[nasturtiumsforbreakfast]

for the alphabet ask - N, R, S, V, Y, Z

thank you! 🥰

N Nope - what's your biggest turn off?

Being called daddy was my first thought tbh. I can see the,, why's and wherefores, but that specifically is not for me. I had a DM once from some complete rando that was just "hi daddy" and because then I didn't want to just go *block*, I replied "please don't call me that, I'm not your daddy" or smth, and they replied back "🥺 unfortunately" and I was just like,, oh,, okay,,, *block*. Ummmm yeah. B

Also I've had some people on here assume that y'know. Because I have a cunt obvs I'd like to bottom? Like noooo thank you (maybe sometimes but then y'know it's the effort and I just,, no ta). Forever a bit terrified I've done the same to others without realising it tbh. Anyway.

What's next?

R Rope - what's your favourite means of tying somebody up?

Well, I haven't, except myself, and not in a while, but I have a buncha pretty ribbons 🥰

I've said it lots before, and idk if it's practical really cs I haven't bothered unearthing my sewing machine to find out, but I do think it would be fun, to have like a two sided strip, y'know, and have one side soft ribbon and the other side like a rougher tape, right? That way you could sorta pick, if you wanted to be done up all pretty but feel the rough side, or have it look like you're tied up roughly but feeling the soft side 🥰 at very least, you could have two different colours on show, and that would be fun too!

Ohhh I don't have time before work, maybe tomorrow tho, someone remind me please?

S Switch - How often do you switch or are you exclusively one role in the bedroom?

Oh dear no I'm never one thing, goodness!

I should say I almost never bottom, as in penetrative, just cs it's not for me - I'm very proud of my lube dispenser cunt, lmao, tho I've seen others say that in a denial/demeaning way, y'know. And honestly I probably need to get some of that estrogen cream you can apparently get at Boots, if it's to continue to do it's job well lmao, but I either forget to go or haven't the confidence 😅

What was I supposed to be saying? Ummm

Yeah so I don't bottom, but that certainly doesn't rule out frotting n stuff, and atm I mostly dom, but I can for sure be subby on occasion, and it's very easy to tease me into changing my mind one way or the other lmao

V Vanilla - what are your favourite 'vanilla' things for when you're not in a particularly kinky mood?

Oh well what counts as vanilla? Hm. That just brings to mind like, disinterested missionary to me, which I know it's not exclusively lmao but I'm having trouble thinking of anything else. I would suppose missionary is good, I haven't experienced it (or anything) but being able to see their face n stuff is good? Of course?

Ummm idk

Does that mean like,, simple stuff? When I don't feel like engaging in anything bigger (like spanking or rope or whatever like that)? But even those simple things that come to mind are kinky lmao, like sleepily sitting with my head on your knee so you can pet my head, or vice versa, or laying someone down for a massage and kissing them all over til they wriggle about it and ask for more lmao so cute

It's not a sex thing y'know but sometimes my weighted blanket just doesn't cut it really and I want an actual cwtch or to spoon with someone or something, idk, it's tricky I guess

Y Yuri & yaoi - are you into it? Does 2D get you going?

Um, it can do yeah. Embarrassing I guess but that's sorta how I umm like I've never been a comics person (and manga counts to that) but as like a teenager I watched a uhh a bit of hentai - idk maybe it felt. Hm. Safer? Than y'know actual porn? So uh I haven't y'know, looked for it, for a while but uhm yeah

Z zzz - have any fantasies involving sleep?

Maybe because I'm always at least a bit sleepy, but um, Yes! Lmao

Being softly woken up by someone grinding against my ass, I think is the main one, wiggling myself backwards to them so they know I'm awake and they have permission to uh carry on (grab my hip and get a bit rougher with it, or position us so they can rut frot against my cock or cunt, kiss my shoulder and talk about more in my ear, y'know, that kind of thing, sleepy soft-ish weekend all-day-in-bed type stuff)

Or otherwise, I'm so sleepy after work, I don't have the energy to keep my eyes open even much, but I can just sit nice and good (and puppy), with my head on your knee getting gently pet about it yeahh maybe with your cock in my mouth warming you isn't it so nice and chill you can move a little if you want fuck my mouth a little but not too much be careful I'm sleepy

Mmhh yeah

With that in mind I'm gonna have a dumb lil 9.30am nap, cs I have to leave for work at 11-ish