#He doesn't have the skill set required

[pushing500]

Time to go do more of the quests for relic info! We left Blackdragon and Socks (the other two competent fighters besides Vasso and Laursen) at home to guard the base.

Vasso definitely could have done this one alone, though. It was ridiculously easy.

Garfo: A tragedy in three parts

And lastly, everything turned red for a bit. It was very cool! I confess I haven't played with sanguophages yet. Perhaps that's something to look into after my mechanitor run.

Bonus shot of Parish-by-the-Expanse under the Blood Moon because I thought it looked pretty.

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[hannibalismos-jaaneman]

so i never said this to anyone and bottling this up is exhausting so i'm just gonna vomit it here. PLEASE SENSITIZE CHILDREN TO ART.

[fuck-customers]

Things I have explained to my parents when they start getting mad over small things as customers.

- the cashier scanning your groceries is not being careless or bad at her job, this store times the cashiers so she is clearly trying to stay on time and not get in trouble. This blew their minds that someone would be timed at a "no skill" job (their words not mine)

- the drive thru employee is not trying to be rude or annoying by greeting you too soon: they are required to greet you within a few seconds of your car setting off the sensor.

- the employees at this retail store are not trying to be pushy: they are required to greet you within a few seconds of you entering the store

- the cashier is required to ask you every single question they ask. And they hate it more than you do.

- the cashier is not dumb or "doesn't know how to X" because they had to call a manager for it. Every place I've worked for the past 5 years has been rolling back what employees are authorized to do, and they HAVE to call a manager. They know exactly how to do the thing, they are not allowed to and the computer likely will require a managers code to unlock that function. This confused them.

- the cashier knows the line is long, you don't need to tell them that. If they could call up another cashier they would have already.

- and a more work/life balance related one: my dad scheduled a family thing and assumed i could get the time off. What shocked him was that 1. It wasn't paid time off, and 2. It was denied, so I couldn't come til after work and thus was late. He has worked a job with generous PTO and accrued vacation days that schedules 6 months ahead for the past nearly 30 years. He absolutely was horrified to find out that I have to ask permission for unpaid time off and still couldn't be approved.

- funny followup to my dad's shock: I had been at my most recent job nearly a year and he was asking why they haven't promoted me yet. I was thrown off because why would they. He apparently assumed that since i 1. Showed up on time/early to every shift. 2. Had received positive verbal feedback wrt my performance from managers. And 3. Hadn't quit. That they would automatically start to move me up the ladder. It hurt my heart to shatter his wholesome view of how workplaces work now.

I feel like much of this is common knowledge for all of us, and yet my parents and many customers who haven't worked in the service industry in the past 10-20 years have no idea how this stuff works now.

On the positive side, my parents have slowly been becoming more patient with service workers, and complain to managers or anecdotally much less often. Baby steps!

[brewed-pangolin]

This brain worm has been bugging me all week.

MDNI 18+

Mechanic Soap who you meet at your local body shop in need of a quick repair to your car's door. It's a hefty dint, needing structural repair and a few layers of paint. You know this and are prepared to face the irrefutable mumblings of a man who thinks you to be just some typical dumb blonde.

Mechanic Soap who doesn't beat around the bush, tells you as is that it'll take a few days to repair the inner framework and add the required layers of paint to make it seamless to the rest of the vehicle.

Mechanic Soap already meeting your standards in someone who doesn't see you as just some woman who doesn't know what she's talking about. Willing to go over, in an overly detailed manner, the mechancis and functionality of the repair and necessities to fulfill such a task.

Mechanic Soap who makes you spill out that you have a vintage '68 Shelby Fastback in your garage that you've been painstakingly putting back together. Peaking his interest while he goes over the cost of the door mend, mindlessly mumbling that he'd be willing to assist in said vintage restoration if you'd let him.

Mechanic Soap who starts hanging around your garage all hours of the day as he tends to the intricacies and overly detailed rehabilitation that had taken you years to achieve. Effortlessly bringing the rusted frame of the muscle car to life, the chassis glistening in the afternoon light as you do your best to attend to his needs while not gawking at his expert hand.

Mechanic Soap who asks for nothing in return for working on such a classic in vehicular engineering. Yet you shower him in nothing but your best of culinary skills. Feeding him after a days work with such delicacies that only a skilled baker could attain.

Mechanic Soap who starts staying hours after the sun had set beyond the horizon, making his way into the intimacy of your home as you regularly extended an invitation for him stay for dinner. Infiltrating your daily life in a way you had never dreamed. Pleading for him to keep you company as weeks steadily turned to months of courting.

Mechanic Soap who shows just how eager he is by splaying you out on your bed. Working you into a pleasured mess on his fingers and tongue before tearing his clothes away to finally bestow you a more thorough experience. His unending stamina on full display as he contorts you into every position known to man. And a few you had never even heard of. Using his well-earned physique to his advantage, pushing you to the limits of ecstasy and more than likely earning a fee noise complaints from your neighbors.

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Mechanic Soap who finally displays his unending talents as he worked his calloused hands over your voluptuous curves. Kneading into your supple flesh as he spread you open to finally take in the feast he had been so desperate to taste. Lapping his tongue between your folds, focusing on your pulsing bud as you writhe in pleasure beneath his expert grasp.

Mechanic Soap who now makes you breakfast every morning before you go to work. Always has the coffee ready, mixed with your favorite creamer and lunch waiting on the table. Sending you off onto your day with a smile that could light up a whole city, and a peck on the cheek that stays with you for the entirety of your day.

Mechanic Soap who came into your life by accident but has now permanently etched himself into your daily routine. You can't recall what your days were like before him, and you dared not imagine them without him.

Mechanic Soap who doesn't buy you a wedding ring. He forges one from the metal bearings of a camshaft. The sparklng gem at the centerpiece is an expertly crafted piece of iron ore, polished and etched to a glistening surface that shines with an iridescence like no other.

Mechanic Soap who doesn't marry you at the altar. He proclaims his vows at a local pub in Glasgow. Whisking you away for a honeymoon in the Scottish highlands where he treats you like a Scottish queen and worships the very ground you walk on.

A happy accident that turned into a life of unending royalties, and you're in no mind to ever want to remove the crown he so helplessly placed on top of your pretty little head.

This is just a bunch of mumbo jumbo. But I had to get it out. Thanks for reading my mindless rambles.

[tyquu]

Ah I remember my question now!! Since Ezra is a growing boy, how does that impact his prosthetic use? I'm assuming they can't just go get him refitted like normal... do they help him resize? Do they build new parts? Or help him find some?

Hiii!! :D) So I doodled out my thoughts as I pondered this question but my handwriting is ass so… I’m also gonna write a little summary too!

Ezra's first Prosthetic was given to him by the same people who performed the amputation on his leg in the first place. Some concerned Lothali citizens who couldn't bare to watch him hop around on his severely infected leg any longer. 12 year old Ezra was pretty pissed about it though (understandably). It didn't help that his first prosthetic was old as balls and awful to walk on.

Thankfully, using bits n bobs he'd collected out on the streets, Ezra was able to tighten the loose hinges at the joints and modify the top to fit better. Alas, he ended up loosing this leg after bopping Kallus over the head with it pretty early on into joining the spectres.

Hera set him up with a pair of crutches and then devoted herself to finding him a replacement. She was determined to find something that was better than his last prosthetic and thought she'd struck gold when she figured out Vizago had one sitting in storage. She haggled hard but eventually managed to pocket the rarity, and delivered it back to Ezra. Sabine helped modify it fit to properly, and to Ezra's delight he discovered that the hinges on this leg were motion activated, and could pack an even better punch (or kick) than his previous one.

Ezra hadn't really manage to curb his habit of using his leg as a weapon on occasion, and during such an incident ended up losing leg 2 (much to Hera's despair). Thankfully, Sabine had helped Ezra do enough maintenance on his last two legs that she was confident she could fix up some similar prototypes using her engineering skills. The spectres all contributed to a scrap box that would be used to build replacement legs whenever Ezra ended up losing or outgrowing one. All of them were very dedicated to scouting out parts for him and happy to help with maintenance.

At some point the rebellion had gotten large enough to start having a more organised healthcare system, and Ezra was offered a spot on the surgery waitlist for cybernetics. Ezra was initially hesitant, however, post the incident on Malachor he eventually agreed.

The cybernetic, although not the most advanced for it's time, is connected to his nerves giving him full mobility over the prosthetic. However, it came with it's own new quirks that took some getting used to. Detaching and Reattaching the cybernetic takes between 2-5 minutes to do, and often requires tools to help, rendering it no longer an option as a spontaneous mid battle weapon. As a result there was no longer need for him to cut holes in the left leg of his trousers either.

Ezra doesn't sleep with the cybernetic (same as one wouldn't with a prosthetic) cause it would be hella uncomfortable. On lazy days, he often goes without it, opting to use crutches around base instead. The cybernetic is waterproof, however, in both snow and sand it can sometimes become clogged and stiff, and may need extra maintenance after the mission is complete. The ghost crew is always willing to help pitch in with their engineering expertise (mainly Hera, Sabine and Chopper) or spare part gathering.

Anywho,,, yeah. I hope that sort of answers that question?? I'm not 100% familiar with how prosthetics and cybernetics work in the Star Wars universe so forgive me if some of this info doesn't check out. ( also if u see a spelling mistake,,, no u don't)

[apartmentsmoke]

Tommy makes the first move with Buck. Tommy is, on the whole, open with his emotions and doesn't lead Buck on about anything. He communicates well with Buck.

How hard-earned must that be? This is a man who was in the closet seven years ago, who had already grown immensely compared to how he acted a decade prior, but was still lying about himself. How much work and courage must it have taken for Tommy to develop all those skills and be comfortable communicating all of that with a man he's in a relationship with?

The emotional work and self-reflection that requires - to look at yourself and decide, this is how I want to act, this is who I am and I'm going to fight to be able to be that person. I want to break out of the sludge that's mired me for so long. I want to be the person who can recognize when another man is interested in me and act upon it; I want to reassure people; I want to set clear expectations and I want to have conversations about my emotions.

That is a hell of a lot of growth. I think it makes him a great match for Buck, who has also gone through hard-earned emotional development, and they've shown they can support each other (Buck reassuring Tommy when Tommy expresses his jealousy of the 118; Tommy showing Buck that he really does have to go and then doing everything in his power to show up for Buck at the wedding). I can't wait to see more.

[tragedybunny]

Bedroom Hymns - Astarion x F!Reader - NSFW - Breeding / Sex Pollen

This is technically the second part of my wedding fic Dance With Me Under the Diamonds, See Me Like Breath in the Cold. I separated it out as it is just porn with a small tie-in to the plot. There will be another part that continues the story that doesn't require reading this. Reader is based on an Archfey Warlock. Tried some new things here and I'm not sure if they worked but oh well.

Reader and Astarion are happily married and celebrate their wedding night. But there may be more occurring than they realize.

Your hand fumbles for the handle of the door behind you, a difficult task with Astarion kissing and nipping your exposed skin. The door finally relents and swings open, to your endless relief. Maybe it was all the wine, but you feel as though there’s a fire stoking inside you, your skin radiating heat, to go along with the growing aching need between your legs for your now husband. You answer the door’s creak with a whimper. “Aren’t you in quite the state, my Love?” Astarion teases you, whispering against your ear. 

There’s a blank in your mind where a witty retort should be, answering instead with another hungry kiss, and gasping when your legs are swept out from under you. Astarion carries you over the threshold of your home, turning to kick the door shut. It slams loud enough for you to be grateful Scratch is with Shadowheart tonight. That’s the last thought you have to spare for anything that’s not him though. 

There’s no questions asked as Astarion starts for the stairs of your house, just your breathing, heavy with anticipation. The world around you has a haze to it, like it’s shimmering with summer heat. The need has turned to a feeling of emptiness that is almost painful. Arms looped around his neck to hold yourself steady, you whine in frustration you haven’t reached your bedroom yet. “Gods I need you.” 

His grip on you tightens and he growls in your ear, something wild in his voice you’ve never heard before, but it makes you want to spread your legs and beg for him. “Soon my Sweet.” 

Just beyond the last stair is the cozy bedroom the two of you share when you’re not adventuring beyond the walls of Baldur’s Gate. Safe and secure, the shutters block any sunlight when locked down, protecting your beloved while he sleeps next to you. It seems you’ll be needing it before either of you get any sleep tonight. Astarion sets your feet on the ground just before the bed and you open your mouth to protest, but he hushes you by grabbing your waist firmly. “Patience, Love, let's get this dress off.” Skilled fingers set to work unlacing you out of the dress that seems more like a prison, you lean into that touch, craving him. A cool finger bushes along your skin and the inferno inside you rises, hips rock back, the curve of your ass pushing against him, feeling how he’s already half hard. An arm wraps around your waist, locking you in place. “Behave or I’ll cut it off you, your choice Darling,” his voice is low as he speaks the words against your ear and you shiver. Somewhere in the back of your mind you recall it was an expensive dress and you were fond of it. You focus on holding yourself still. “Good girl,” he coos at you and you can feel your small clothes becoming damp with your arousal. 

By some miracle of some god somewhere, he manages to free you before you turn into a writhing mess. Frantically, the two of you work to rid you of your undergarments before turning to Astarion’s clothes, the sound of tearing fabric letting you know they don't survive his attentions. “Help me,” you all but beg, leaving searing kisses along his skin as you undo buttons and trouser laces. He obliges, aiding in removing the offending garments until he’s bare before you. The fire and wanting fade just enough for you to drink him in for a moment, and you feel a giddy smile come on that you can’t repress. So perfect, he’s yours and yours alone. “You’re so beautiful, my Love,” you breathe out, almost reverently, and pull him in for another kiss. 

Again he lifts you in his arms, finally settling you onto the bed and kneeling between your open thighs. One finger drags languidly along your slit. “Look at you all soaked and swollen already, needy little thing.” 

“P-please Astarion,” you thrust unthinkingly toward his hand, your own reaching out to stroke him, thumb swiping through the liquid beaded at his tip. A throaty moan is your reward. 

“Oh my Love, just you wait.” He sits back, content to let you touch him. Aching and still desperate for relief, you continue, wanting nothing more than to please him. Soft groans escape him as he rocks his hips into touch before finally taking mercy on you. 

Pushing your hands away, he grips your hips and you obey his wordless command, turning so that you're kneeling before him, elbows propping you up. “My gorgeous wife.” Lips trace their way from the base of your spine up to your shoulders, hands cup your breasts, kneading them, thumbs brushing over peaked nipples. With a whimper, you grind yourself against him, the barest teasing touch of his cock driving you mad. “You want to be fucked so badly, don’t you. But you want more than that, you want to be filled, to be bred, like a good little wife.” He’s so close to you, words speaking of desires unknown until this moment, but it’s there in you, the yearning for what he promises. Desperately, you writhe against him and he pushes your hips away. “Say it.” One hand grips your chin, thumb worrying your bottom lip. 

“I want to be filled with you,” his thumb slips between your lips and you suck at it gratefully, “bred by you.” 

The press of him into you grants blissful relief to the emptiness, and you both still for a moment, bound as one. And then he moves, slow and deliberate, burying himself again and again. There are no words from you, just sounds of need, of pleading for more. “My Love, taking me so good.”  His hand dips between your legs, finding your clit and tracing small circles over it as the rhythm of hips increases. A few more moments of those heady sensations and, with a keening sound, you clench around him, desperate for him to fulfill the promise of earlier. 

He’s there right after you, one hand digging into your hip, pulling you tight against him, the other still playing with you. The feel of his seed pumping into you is almost enough to send you over the edge again. Gasping, ragged breaths are the only sound as you obediently remain how he positioned you, taking all of him, crying out when he pulls out of you. 

The empty ache returns, but not for long. “Hmm,” fingers press inside you, spreading you. 

“Love,” you plead, the need burning again at his touch. 

“I don’t think I’m done with you yet, my desperate, sweet little thing.” His touch slips back around to your clit and you hiss at how sensitive it's become. The discomfort fades soon enough and you're lost in the euphoria of it. 

His body covers yours, and teeth lightly nip into your shoulder and lap at the little drips of blood that escape. “Astarion.” You lose yourself again.

The world blurs around you, the only constants, his touch and your own ragged breath. There are no thoughts, only the drive to be taken again, like a wild creature in heat. Pliantly, you let him guide you to your back, where you stare up at him, enraptured. “Gods you’re incredible,” you whisper, “my husband.” 

Leaning over you, he kisses your forehead gently. “Incredibly lucky.” Fingers brush your hair back and trace your cheeks, your lips, along your chin. “You’re the most amazing person in the whole world. And somehow you’re mine.” He ponders you for a moment, staring at you like you’re some holy thing, as though he’s engaged in an act of worship. Then his lips catch yours and you feel the length of his cock slide along you. Despite what you want, it’s painful as it presses against the exhausted bundle of nerves between your legs, leaving you whining. “One more for me, you can do that, can’t you?” His voice, sultry against your ear, is all the encouragement you need, and you nod. “Good girl.” 

Legs wrap around his waist as enters you one more time. “I…ohhhh…hells,” divine torment, pain flowing into pleasure, desperation driving away exhaustion. 

“Shhh, Darling, you’re doing so good,” he moves inside you, guiding you back to your precipice. Lips and teeth are everywhere all over you, fingers back to playing with you, you mewl and cry his name over and over until nothing makes sense. Your eyes are closed, all you know is the feeling of him, waves of rapture crash into one another and become one, and you can’t tell where one ends and the other begins. 

Finally, with a jerk he stills and you feel at last gloriously sated, filled as promised. Collapsing next to you, he pulls you onto his chest and nuzzles your hair. “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” your eyes flutter close, your body finally succumbing to exhaustion, the strange need fading away. And then you remember, the woman at the park, the bottle, a gift from summer. Fuck, who knows what your patron gifted you with, you should really tell Astarion when you wake up. 

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[knight-a3]

Just some pre-triple changer Blitzwing and his best buddy Astrotrain.

Some ideas for what happened to the other triple changers(aka every successful experiment has a few failures preceding it)

I ramble on under the cut

SO! I know the S4 plans had it outlined that Black Arachnia was the one who did the triple changer procedure on Blitzwing, but it doesn't totally make sense for her to do it imo. None of the S4 plans were ever set in stone anyway, so it's not actually canon. I just don't see much precedent for her to do that. Where did this medical skill set come from?

Historically, iterations of Shockwave have been the resident unethical scientists. In TFA, he was shown to be capable enough to restore Arcee's memory, so I think there's grounds to believe he can still play that role.

Whoever it was, Blitzwing couldn't be the first test subject. What other triple changers do we know of that could potentially meet a tragic fate? 🤔

So my idea was that the Decepticons captured three autobots and decided to use them as test subjects for this revolutionary new triple changer idea. Two alt forms? Truly a game changer!

Broadside was a former con(due to his jet alt form) turned autobot. He was a total failure. Never made it off the operating table.

Sandstorm lasted a little longer. But his body soon rejected the modifications, and he went offline.

Springer lasted long enough to be rescued/escape. But his mental stability gradually declined until the mods failed and he also died.

After these three experiments failed, they turned to some of their own troops.

Octane was not a particularly well respected Decepticon, which is why he ended up being a test subject. He survived, but suffered severe mental damage and was deemed useless. Probably tossed out like trash and left to rust. If not outright killed.

Astrotrain: Considered the first success. The mental damages were minimized and he was initially fairly stable, but his transformation abilities became more sluggish over time. And he suffered increasingly severe mental lapses. He'd either stare vacantly or suddenly drop into recharge mode. They were worse if he didn't get enough energon, gradually requiring more and more to keep him going. Weapons capabilities were lost to conserve energy. He was on a transport mission when a lapse got him killed and Blitzwing injured(which made him the next triple changer test subject).

(Also, I don't like drastic mass shifting, so Astrotrain is bigger than the others. And I think I'm gonna treat him more like he's a portable space bridge, rather than big enough to carry multiple Decepticons. He can bridge others from the decepticon base to himself, or to base from himself (it's still a strategic disadvantage compared to the autobots' large network of space bridges). This requires Astrotrain to still physically travel places in order to transport others. And losing weapon capabilities requires an escort to travel with him. The other option is a pocket dimension like Swindle's)

Blitzwing: His personality was fractured, leading to erratic behavior. Turns out the fracture eased the processing load caused by the triple changing modification. But otherwise in working order physically and mentally. He's lasted longer than the others, and his condition hasn't deteriorated since.

ANYWAY, this has been my attempt to reconcile some headcanons with canon. While also maybe tweaking canon a little to fit

[pisceangirl666]

°•𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐒/𝐎•°

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐒/𝐎 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞. 𝐈𝐌𝐎.

𝑁𝑂𝑇𝐸: 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡, 𝑠𝑜 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟𝑠!

𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆: 𝑁𝑜𝑛𝑒.

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𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬:

Michael has seen plenty of impetuous and neglectful people in his life (One of them being his sister, whom he does not regret stabbing in the slightest) and seeks someone diligent and dutiful. He would be lying if he said he didn't admire those qualities. A person who is well aware of their responsibilities and sincere is something that would make Michael gain respect and a soft spot, even if a little, for them.

𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 (𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲/𝐒𝐭𝐮/𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲):

Ghostface has his priorities straight. The man enjoys toying with his victims and catching them off guard, though if he finds someone witty enough to have a comeback for all his taunts and is quick on their toes to keep up with his shenanigans energy, he will be instantly intrigued by them. Initially, his interest would be there just for the fact that he has finally found someone interesting and challenging enough, but later on, he'd be completely whipped. 

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐕𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬:

The only form of love Jason has received in his life is from his mother, Pamela. He is naturally inclined towards people with a gentle demeanor and comforting aura. He requires someone considerate, who doesn't judge him and is able to provide him with the love and care he has always lacked. He doesn't care for anything else as long as they are a kind soul, and needless to say, he will reciprocate their love cordially. 

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫:

Hannibal has a clear set of requirements that he won't compromise on. You are free to blame it on his nature or age, but that's how he is. Whomsoever catches his attention needs to be smart, not necessarily cunning, but enough to share his tastes and understand him on a mental level. They MUST be respectful and well-mannered. He despises discourteous, ill-mannered, and unthoughtful people; he won't tolerate them. Apart from this, he also expects a certain level of honesty from them. After all, lying can also be considered rude in certain cases, can it not?

𝐁𝐨 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫:

Bo is a sucker for pretty faces, he won't deny the fact, but that doesn't mean having one gives someone the ticket to get away with anything; it's quite the opposite, actually. While Bo may get attracted to someone based on their appearance at first glance, he won't hesitate to hand them to Vincent or take matters into his own hands if they are disrespectful. Looks aside, he prefers someone with a more docile nature, not a pushover, simply calmer and more agreeable to avoid unnecessary clashes given his unstable and domineering personality. 

𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫:

Vincent is not picky when it comes to matters like these. If someone is genuinely nice and willing to accept him for who he is, that's more than enough for this man. Unlike his twin brother, he doesn't care for appearances but rather values the inner skills of an individual. He will be highly supportive of their hobbies, finding ways to incorporate activities that allow both of them to spend time together while doing what they love. 

𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫:

Lester's childhood has been scarce from an attention perspective, not deliberately, but his older brothers had special needs that, by default, took his rightful share. He yearns for someone who listens to him and showers him with the love and attention he has lacked. He's drawn towards someone easygoing with an optimistic outlook and enjoys the little things in life like him. 

𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐦𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞:

Brahms' human interaction is non-existent, so he is easily attached to whoever takes care of him (or rather, his doll), but yes, he is very much looking for someone loyal who wouldn't leave him no matter how dire the circumstances become and patient enough to bear his temper tantrums when he has them, which are more frequent that one would like to imagine since he gets grumpy over the most minuscule mistakes. 

𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔, ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑑!

[limpfisted]

Something I think taken for granted for "good and heroic" characters like wyll is

How hard it is to be a hero in settings like this in gen. especially a solo hero.

And then u look at will especially at 17, especially after just losing half of your vision, and now being obligated to hunt devils for mizora, and not being able to tell people who you are or why you have magical powers

Wylls life has been extremely difficult.

Hes not "some rich boy." In fact, he tells you himself, he never really was. His father became grand Duke when he was 17. His father was a Duke before that, but his father was born to a poor blacksmith father and he was the youngest of six, so he worked his way up the ranks. Even as son of a Duke and grandduke---ulder was champion of the poorer "mythical middle class" lower city. All nobles and patriars are from the upper city. There's no way wyll wasn't looked down on by the upper city and then held to a certain untouchable standard as the flaming fist brat by the lower city/outer city people

And yet even at being some "rich boy" he excelled thru hard work and dedication, making things into a competition if nothing else, in which despite his Father's unsurpance to power, he still had PROOF he was the most charming, after all, he held the record for most sarabandes danced in a single evening, much to the exhaustion to the good lords and ladies of the courts.

But even so, with this "cushy life" (where he would get into trouble, mind you! Where his father would encourage him to get into fights, who would train him with a rapier, where he would drink in taverns in the lower city at 14 despite being "a noble rich boy" and hand deliver letters from his father to sharess's caress before he ever knew what went on with the pretty men and handsome ladies behind closed doors.)

Have you ever been camping, like experienced the holy shit, Outside of it all? I dont even like leaving the house without my phone. Wyll, 17, traveled all over the sword coast, with one eye, who knows how many supplies.

While wyll laughs off the trauma of it, losing an eye is a real ass disability that affects your motor skills. It can be difficult to do things like cut food at first, and it can take like 6 months WITH THERAPY for everything to feel "normal" again. Now imagine fending off goblins, and minotaurs, with no therapy, no physical therapy, no doctor. Having to navigate the cold of winter, cursed lands, mountains, all by yourself.

Having to learn to use you sword again, this time without your father. Remembering him every time you pick it up. Remembering the way he looked at you every time you face down a "devil." Spitting the words he would later say to you at them. They stink of avernus, they have brought ruin

Wyll dedicated his life to laboring for the people of the Sword Coast. It's not easy. He makes it look fun, because he's so proud of himself and happy to be helping people

But its actually hard and lonely. And it doesn't come easy, even to Wyll, I think. He had to train himself, it probably took him a long time to figure out what he was doing

I dont think wyll is really as inexperienced and naive as people think. Hes been to avernus, he's fought dragons and minotaurs. He's seen terrible things, he's STOPPED terrible things, and he's going to continue doing so, and choosing to do so, with the full knowledge of what that decision means, and the hard work and sacrifice it requires.

he's fully aware of who he is and what he's capable of, and he's extremely brave and strong and competent

Its good to be good for the sake of being good! And wyll does believe in fairy tales. But his dedication to the blade doesn't come because he's misinformed. Is he as experienced and powerful as he thinks he is? No, he's 24 LOL. But he's still done a lot! Has YOUR muse hunted devils thru avernus? Has ur muse even BEEN to avernus?

Wyll ravengard genuinely is improvising half the time---but more important than simply "being" good and wanting to do good----Wyll has the experience, practice and competence in serving a community to actually BETTER and protect communities.

In fandom spaces we often talk about how certain characters are "just so good" but we like. We forget about the effort it takes to actually commit to acts of doing good, the practice and perservance it takes to competently serve the community.

You can give the people the shirt off ur back but u run out of shirts eventually. Wyll has made himself an important resource on the Sword Coast for its safety. And I think we take that for granted bc its a genre staple, but like. He worked really hard. He dedicated himself to this.

He sold his soul, and he kept living and doing good anyway

[jazeswhbhaven]

What if MC learned teleportation spells? (it's not impossible 'cause MC is Solomon's descendant)

How would the kings (and Sitri, Bael, Eligos too if that's ok) feel about MC disappearing to visit Minhyeok every once in a while? I would probably take Ppyong along with me lmao.

Which of them would start following MC to earth and which ones would stay and wait for mc to come back?

MC learning teleportation would be awesome imo. This is definitely possible given the universe they're in. And personally, I too would take Ppyong with me because that's Minhyeok's other bestie lol

But let's see how our bois feel about that: Sitri: He would at first follow MC, just to see where they go off to all the time. Once he gets sight that they can teleport, he requests just one thing. That they are safe and always come back. Of course, he's worried, thinking that they won't return but he waits at the same meeting spot each time for them.

Bael: He doesn't notice MC disappearing at first because poor babes is always busy handling Beelzebub's mess. But when he stumbles upon them just popping up in their spawning spot, he asks immediately if they've been teleporting. Bael is far too busy to follow, but he does request that the entry and exit place is the office so he can make sure they're safe and not randomly ending up in the back alleys of Avisos

Eligos: He would go with MC everywhere. Mostly because Mammon is usually the one to send him out to get MC from Gehenna in the first place. Plus, he has to get his daily dose of head petting from them somehow. He ends up meeting Minhyeok though, and now he requires that Minhyeok give him headpats too. Or he will eat him <3 (lol) Satan: He doesn't throw a fit, but he is very stern and possessive over MC being able to teleport back to Earth so they can visit Minhyeok. While he would go with them, he necessarily doesn't want to leave Gehenna that long, so he sends Ppyong with them often to keep them focused on coming back.

Mammon: He's so confident in MC returning, that he even sends them to Earth with small gifts to give to their "pet" (he's referring to Minhyeok). He has a designated waiting room/entry area for MC to return to and he will be right there waiting for them patiently. If he had somewhere to be he leaves a note saying to wait for him.

Beelzebub: Oh...the king of travel waiting for MC? No way. He's probably way ahead of them already, messing around on Earth, different places in Hell..the works. However, he does get a little antsy about MC leaving and not coming back to their meeting spot. He will only wait a certain amount of time, but it's like a game of tag/hide and seek now that MC has learned this skill.

Leviathan: He doesn't like it that MC has learned this ability because it's more trouble for him in the end. He had tasked himself to watch over MC and keep them and Hell safe. How can he do that when MC is just teleporting here and there? And to see who? Not on his watch. He goes with a couple times to threaten Minhyeok, but then he feels a bit uncomfortable being away from Hades, so he makes a set list of rules for MC when teleporting including down to the time that they must return.

Lucifer: He finds it amazing that MC has learned such a skill. While he may not have the desire to follow them to Earth, he does patiently wait for them to return. All he has is time.

[rorah]

The mentally stable Dimitri Fire emblem 3 hopes.

It surprises me that there's still ppl claiming so, but then I remember we're talking about 3h interpretations and I have to make peace with it.

But that doesn't stop me from venting a little bit in this little space I have lol. Actually, it dries me and makes me feel bad to bring this up because I will have to talk bad about Dedue, and I don't want to talk Bad about Dedue. He's a genuinely good boy. But "Human" nonetheless, which means Flaws. I like Felix too but he's become some sort of a clown that doesn't make me feel too bad. I like Felix tho, In a different way.

Mostly talking about these two because the take that "Dimitri has better support system" baffles me because, technically, these two are his support system in HopesVerse. The persons who Dimitri relays on and seek solace/advice/support. The rest doesn't really tackle any of his personal struggles (aside from the Mage!Mitri frustrated dream, but that's out of the bad equation in our 'mentally unwell' set of pixels, and Shez only has a glimpse). Contrary, to Houses verse where the whole blue lions cast knew about his shit, didn't know what to do, but didn't leave either.

I tackled this topic with other person on Twitter who was (or still is) on board with this take and the phrase they used was They contained him better, which of course I agree and remarked that was exactly the problem. Contain him is gonna be contra productive. I used a water dam analogy, where the structure of such dam is damaged, and the pressure of water keeps accumulating. Causing a foreseeable damage for the dam itself and the surroundings. You don't need to be a genius to understand it, you need experience or knowledge for mental ill topics tho.

I really don't want to extend so much on here because it's mostly just, rant format more than a proper analysis so I just want to point out these two things in their support conversations.

First, Dedue. Encourage him to keep on the vengeful path. Which we know was the final goal of Azure Moon and if you payed attention to 3 houses message. The whole Vengeful argument was something Bad, to keep it simple. Despite Dimitri actively looking for answers/guidance for something that, in a rational state he can see clearly like vengeance will consume his life (also Shez and Felix called out this behavior). Dedue answer only encourage him to keep on that path, because he would do that 💔. Presenting 2 oposite views is a great formula for confusion and disorientation. Now, Dedue's role is primary SUPPORT, not guidance nor orientation. He will support his shit no matter what, and we are quite aware of that if played Houses.

Second, Felix. Felix is a special case. He is smart but also an idiot lacks A LOT of soft skills to actually be of help. He's the only one who knows in this verse about Dimitri having a mental issue. In their A support to say the least, so they don't close or solve anything. What makes it more worrisome is the fact that Felix conceals the issue as a secret.

"So try to keep that whole "removing their heads" thing in check, yeah? We can just call it our little secret."

this extract here makes me feel so unwell 😭help

The whole burden falls over him and his lack of skills and wisdom on the matter will be too much for him later on. He at least, will be able to recognize that the problem is beyond of his capabilities and will look for help. Felix himself has his own issues and journey where he needs to learn. He's forced to get pass beyond some of his angry teen behavior but hasn't completely get over it.

There is a lot more to tackle, but that requires more work and time. What are the topics some of you think is important to cover around understanding the Hopes verse resolution? Dimitri's route? something? Do you think the route without Byleth is better? With that being said, I would like to delve deeper into character analysis, and the role each played for the Lords too. That also requires to talk about the Byleth and needs a whole analysis on their own, which requires time (which i don't have much lol) To end this vent, I would like to encourage people to do a little research for the terminology they're using like "Support System". Who makes it up and how it operates successfully. The fact that ppl saying "he has better support system" only because he didn't go feral on the run alone is not entirely valid. A reminder that people can feel alone with or without people around them. And containing the issue within doesn't solve any problem. At best, it's presented later. At worse, it gets worse.

[matherofdragons]

Translating all Endo's comments from the SxF movie booklet part 1

Q1: Do you prefer black coffee like Loid or do you like straight black tea?

A: Straight style. Milk is only added when your stomach hurts

Q2: How does Loid spends his holidays?

A: He doesn't have holidays.

Q3: How does Loid appear bigger, or rather how does he changes his body shape?

A:"Nightfall" essentially follows "Twilight" that's why I chose it

A: In simpleton terms, make up and costume skills. They can create an optical illusion. For example stuffing cotton in your mouth and clothes to make them look bigger. If you the time and information you can apply special make-up to your body.

Q4: About Fiona's code name Nightfall

Q5: Tell me about Loid's recent worries

A: He's always worried about everything and trying to think of the best choice.

Q6: Can you speak any foreign language?

A: Once you have learned enough, you will be able to speak most of the languages required for your mission.

Q7: What vehicles can Loid operate?

A: Once you have learned enough, you will be able to drive most of the vehicles required for any mission.

Q8: Anya has no interest in clothes, but I would like to ask who chooses her outfits

A: MAINLY LOID! In order to maintain the image of a daughter from a a good family in front of the neighbours and avoid suspicion from them, elegant clothes are chosen. But Anya doesn't know that and gets them dirty quickly.

Q9: What's the of the Robot?

A: Mr. Robot

Q10: What's Anya's dream for the future?

A: What I say changes every day. (It's not set in stone)

Q11: What does Yor usually have for lunch?

A: She goes to the cafeteria in the City hall, or goes to eat nearby.

Sometimes she has Loid make her a lunch box. (It's hard to eat lunch because Camilla and Milly stare at her)

Q12: What does Yor think of her own cooking? Does she like it?

A: I don't think she finds it delicious. I am in a state where I don't know the correct answer..

Q13: Has Yor partaken in any cooking challenge?

A: Cracking the egg shelves clearly (as in clean crack? Idk how to say it). It's difficult to adjust.

Q14: Bond once smelled the food Yor had cooked and fainted after taking a sip, but his nose may have become insensitive.

A: I think his nose is as effective, or even better than regular dog's. Yor's sweets(snacks) smelled "safe"

Q15 what type of dog does Bond like?

A: One that haa a beautiful coat. Smells good. The bridge of his nose is sharp. It seems that the child who is reflected in the camera is a little weak.

Q16 What does Bond do when the family is out during weekdays?

A: He hangs around and sometimes plays with Frankie.Although he and Penguin have reconciled, their relationship is still a bit strained, so he doesn't get close to Anya's room when she's not around

[seonghrtz]

𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄 & 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒.

synopsis: gojo doesn't know how to cook a proper breakfast. warnings: cut and blood.

It wasn't easy to be a jujutsu sorceress. No one had ever said it would be easy, but no one had ever revealed how arduous the life of a member of the Jujutsu society was. It was no longer easy to live a life without regrets, who would have thought to live in a constant limbo where every second that passed ⸻ on and off the battlefield ⸻ was totally unpredictable. Maybe it wasn't so bad being an ordinary person, ignorant of the real world around you ⸻ the world of curses.

But fate didn't seem to be fooling around.

And although you had believed for years that you would simply live by killing curses and that was it, you were having a bit of trouble adjusting to the new life you had accidentally fallen head first into. Surely you hadn't prepared yourself for a situation like this. Yes, but that was the biggest decision you made after you decided to live on your own and gain your independence.

And although you agreed with Gojo's morals and were willing to help bring about a change in the way jujutsu sorcerers were created, the only thing that really seemed to stand in the way was Gojo Satoru himself.

Who would have thought that one day, the most powerful sorcerer would inundate you with messages and phone calls, asking you the most trivial questions about how to look after a grumpy child.

It was certainly hard work. Being in charge of a child is not only a huge responsibility, it also requires socio-emotional skills. You're also looking after a person's development. Megumi Fushiguro was only half your and Satoru's age. It wasn't supposed to be like a mission with a fourth-grade curse ⸻ so easy you could do it with your eyes closed. It wasn't meant to be easy.

When the clock struck half past six in the morning, you opened the door to your apartment, exhausted and with a cut on your left arm. Early morning missions were always the most tiring for you, but feeling the coziness of your flat after exorcising a curse was the best part.

With dragging steps, you made your way to the bathroom in your room and grabbed the first aid kit, pulling out gauze, cotton wool, bandages and ointment. The cut on your arm was small, and since you hadn't yet mastered the Reverse Cursed Technique for healing, the traditional methods (which you'd learned from Shoko) were an easier way.

Gently, you cleaned the wound with water and cotton wool, watching the white sink into a sea of red from the blood, then you applied the anti-inflammatory ointment and wrapped the gauze around your arm. Before you could clean the scratches on your cheek, the doorbell of your flat rang, giving you a slight fright.

Leaving everything on the sink in your bathroom, you made your way to the door of your flat. When you opened the door, you were met by Gojo Satoru and his typical smile when he was up to something. You can't help but think back to a few nights ago.

"Gojo..." His name fell from your lips like a sigh. You were too tired.

"Kamo!"

"What do you need this time?"

"We want to have breakfast with you!"

"What? 'We'?" You looked down and saw Fushiguro and a girl, who looked older, being held like a shopping bag. "Have you kidnapped another child, Gojo?"

"This is Tsumiki, Megumi's older sister." Gojo smiled and set the children down, "And apparently they didn't like the idea of chocolate cake for breakfast. I thought that was every child's dream!"

"You were going to give them chocolate cake for breakfast?" You looked at him in disbelief.

"What?" Gojo shrugged.

"Come in, I'll make you something to eat." You opened the door wider, letting the trio into your apartment.

"Excuse me." Tsumiki said as soon as she entered the apartment and took off her shoes. Megumi followed his sister and imitated her actions.

"Hey, are you okay?" Gojo asked you almost in a whisper as you walked into your apartment and took off his sneakers.

"I am, why?"

"You look like shit."

"It's not even an hour since I got back from a mission, you're lucky you're with the kids or I'd have kicked you out." You rolled your eyes, tired, "Stay with the kids in the living room while I prepare something, the TV remote is on the sofa."

"Wow, how bossy she is…" Gojo said in a mocking tone, but he did exactly as you told him.

Not knowing what to make for breakfast, you decided on the simplest of things: pancakes and fruit salad. You sorted out all the ingredients for the pancakes and the fruit you had and separated some oranges to make juice. While you were busy preparing things, Megumi sat down on the bench in your kitchen and stared at you.

"Oh, Fushiguro!" You looked slightly startled by the boy's silent presence. "Do you need anything?" Megumi shook his head negatively, and you went back to preparing breakfast.

When breakfast was ready, you made your usual coffee and called Gojo and Tsumiki, who were watching The Adventures of Hello Kitty & Friends on TV. You put the food on the table and sat down across from Megumi. Gojo sat next to you, and Tsumiki sat next to Megumi. They all thanked you for the food before serving themselves.

"Oi, Kamo, I didn't know you were such a good cook." Gojo said with his mouth full.

"Don't talk with your mouth full, Gojo." You took a sip of your coffee.

"Is it okay if I ask you a question?" Tsumiki looked at you and Gojo.

"Ah, you don't have to be so formal here, you can talk whenever you want."

"Are you two together?" Tsumiki's question made you almost choke on the strawberry in your fruit salad.

"Yes!" Gojo smiled sideways.

"No!" You quickly countered, "We're just colleagues."

"Jeez, Kamo, I thought we had a special bond." A pout formed on Gojo's lips.

"In your dreams."

After breakfast, you put the dishes in the sink and watched Gojo stretch. Oh, what a slacker he was.

"Hey, Tsumiki, Megumi, why don't you watch some TV while I have a chat with Gojo."

"Alright, thanks for the food, Kamo-san." Tsumiki smiled and pulled Megumi out of the kitchen.

"You have to learn to cook." It was the first thing you said to Gojo as soon as the children had left.

"I can cook..." A pout formed on Gojo's lips.

"I am serious, Gojo. You can't keep giving them sweets, these kids are growing up, and they need to eat healthy things."

"And why don't we have breakfast with you? It would be nice to have the company of these lovely children."

"Gojo, it's three hours by train from Tokyo to here. When did you wake up?"

"Tsumiki woke me up at about three in the morning and said that she and Megumi were hungry, so I offered them yesterday's chocolate cake, but they didn't want it, so I thought maybe you could do the breakfast, you know Shoko usually speaks very highly of your food."

"Gojo..." You sighed, "You can't wake the children at three in the morning to catch the train and have breakfast here at my home. They need a good night's sleep and it will be exhausting if you make it a routine. If you can't manage breakfast, ask Shoko or maybe Nanami to help you."

"But you said you'd help me."

"And I will, but there are certain things I can't do being so far away."

"Then why don't you move to Tokyo?"

"It's not so easy to move to Tokyo, I still have some problems to solve in Kyoto."

"But moving to Tokyo is a possibility, isn't it?"

"It's a possibility. But possibilities also have a margin for error"

"You could spend a few days in Tokyo..."

"Maybe on a day off." You smiled weakly.

"Hmm..." Gojo murmured in agreement, "What time is it?"

"About ten past seven." You said, checking the kitchen clock.

"Oh shit, I forgot the brats have to go to school!" Gojo quickly got up from his chair in desperation.

"They have school?"

"Yes, and apparently they're going to be late!"

"See, I told you it wasn't a good idea to come to Kyoto in the morning!"

"Don't worry, they'll only miss the first class!" Gojo left the kitchen and walked into the living room of your apartment, "Come on brats, time to go to school!"

You opened the door to your apartment and waited for the trio to put on their shoes before leaving.

"Bye Kamo-san, thanks for the food." Tsumiki smiled and bowed, Megumi, who was standing next to her sister, nodded, looked into your eyes and bowed in silent thanks.

"See you later!" Gojo kissed your cheek, right on the bruise you had gotten earlier, and held both children's hands.

"Gojo!" Your repressive tone made Gojo just laugh and go on his way.

Yeah, Gojo Satoru would still be the death of you...

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[syoounn]

■"Fun" playing poker with Fyodor~

■Synopsis: Playing poker with fyodor and a rightful way to receive his reward~

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After learning about playing, Poker really interests you, as you persuade Fyodor to play with you. But you don't really have high hopes that you'll win.

"Fine, dear, we shall play a few rounds." He said.

Both of you were sitting facing eachother, somehow you felt like a prey.

"I just learned today, so please go easy on me." you said.

"I wouldn't dream of doing any such thing, dear." Fyodor laughs again, a warm sound that fills the air. He sits down across you, his purple eyes gleaming in the dim light. "You best prepare yourself."

There's a mischievous gleam to Fyodor's amethyst coloured eyes as he smiles at you. "The loser will do the winner's bidding no matter what. Sound fair to you?"

You nodded, not knowing what you were about to anticipate. "Good, then." He nods, a sense of excitement and anticipation flickering within him, and reaches to gather up the cards, his nimble fingers dancing across their edges. "Let us start."

As the game starts, with Fyodor having a few good cards in his hand instantly, and soon after, it becomes evident the outcome won't be in your favour.

"You truly are quite terrible at this, dear..." It doesn't sound like an insult, however, more of an observation. Fydor's purple eyes are watching you from across the table, something mischievous dancing within them.

"Ah.. why.. you keep getting good cards. "

"I don't know, how strange..." Fyodor's lips widen into a grin, something dangerous glinting in the purple irises. With a light-hearted chuckle, he gathers the cards and starts to deal with another round. "Could it be because I'm simply that skilled, or, perhaps, because I'm merely better than you?"

Fyodor's cards are quite good for a few more rounds, the game soon coming to an end. The Russian smiles and lays down his last card, his eyes shining victoriously. "My, my... it appears the odds aren't favouring you, my dear."

"That's not fair!.." you said protesting.

"Ah, but dear, isn't this how poker is played?" Fyodor grins, thoroughly amused by your reaction, and reaches out to tilt your chin up. "The player with the better set of cards... always wins. "

"Now, darling... what happens to the loser? Oh, yes, they have to obey whatever the winner desires." His smile turns almost menacing. "Is that not what we agreed on?"

"You're so mean..."

"You knew what you agreed to, dear." Fyodor laughs. His voice is smooth and light and holds an edge of playfulness. "You're mine, and thus, I will do as I please with you."

"Now... what is it that I shall do with you, hm?" He hums, tapping his fingers against the tabletop as his eyes sweep across your form, considering his options as you looked away nervously.

Fyodor's smile widens at your reaction, enjoying the sight of your apprehension. He continues to run his eyes over your figure, almost as if contemplating his options, before a smirk lights up his handsome features. There's a dangerous gleam in his amethyst eyed gaze, something feral and possessive.

"Oh, and I already know exactly what I will be doing with you, my dear..."

Without an ounce of warning, Fyodor's long and pale fingers wrap around your upper arm, the touch light but commanding. He swiftly stands, tugging you along, and leads you out of the kitchen.

"Come, my dear, let us retire to our room." He whispers, a sinister grin tugging at his lips, his eyes shining with something twisted.

"Wha-.. right now?!" you said surprised.

A dark chuckle rises in the back of Fyodor's throat, his tone dripping with something sinister and seductive. Yes, my beloved, right now.

"Come. There is something that simply can not wait, and it requires your sweet and obedient participation." He murmurs, his hand tightening around your arm and pulling you along, leading you further into the house until you reach the bedroom. There's a glint of something wicked in his amethyst eyes as he pushes you inside.

Fyodor watches as you stumble into the room, a gleam of dark amusement reflected in his eyes as he closes the door behind both of you, the sound of the lock clicking into the place sending a chill down your spine.

He stands there, watching you intently as he slowly advances towards you, his lithe frame moving with a predatory grace.

"You're mine, my love," he whispers, his voice low and full of promise, his violet coloured eyes gleaming. "And now, you will do exactly as I say."

Fyodor smiles darkly as he continues closing in on you, his fingers running along your arm and causing goosebumps to rise in their wake. "Ah, don't forget now, my dear. I did win our game."

"I think you look just beautiful when you're all flustered; there's something innocent and pure about it, yet at the same time, you almost appear... helpless." Fyodor murmurs in a low hush, his slender figure reaching your own.

"How come you are trembling like a leaf, hm?" He murmurs, his teeth now grazing against the sensitive skin as his tongue dips to lick at your collarbone before returning up to the nape of your neck. He sucks the skin there, and it's not long before he leaves a love mark, his breath warm against your skin, he leans down to capture your lips in a searing and passionate kiss.

His teeth nip at your lower lip, pulling it with them, before his tongue slips into your mouth, invading the space and dominating you in the best possible way. His tongue pushes against your own, and it's all you can do to keep up with his intense and passionate manner.

"You taste just as lovely as you look, dear." he mutters softly before his hands start running down your body, his touch burning and freezing and so very hot. :I'm afraid I can't wait any longer..."

His fingers find the hem of your shirt, and he slips them under, running them along your naked flesh.

"...And I need to taste more than that."

He whispers before he pushes you back and onto the bed, climbing on top of you and pinning you down underneath his form. Slowly removing your top.... As both of you have pleasurable night.

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(sorry for the cliffhanger... but I'll try and make the nsfw version.)

[deathbxnny]

hello!! platonic dr ratio with a teen!student reader who excels at one particular subject but is bad or average on the others? also lacks social skills

(kinda insprired by me lol 💀)

This is so relatable, Anon. I felt like I was reading an ask about myself for a sec there, LMAO. The only subject I was ever good at was English (a shocker, I know), so I know how this feels.

Content: Reader is only good at literature/philosophy class in this, mentions of bad social skills/anixiety, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not proofread))

Ratio always kept his eyes on all of his students and especially the quiet ones like you. You barely ever spoke up in class and when you were forced to, you'd begin to tremble and have a hard time answering any questions correctly, except in one particular class. Philosophical Literature.

He first noticed your special interest during a required reading assignment in which you had to pick a book of your choice and write a long essay on it's meaning and different interpretations. It was alot of work, alot of work most students failed to focus on. But you were seemingly different in the way you so suddenly bloomed in that particular class. Your assignment was completely flawless as well.

This very much sparked his interest in your rather limited yet still grand capabilities. He had heard of geniuses who only ever excelled in one subject and therefore decided that you must've been one of them the more time went on. Your shyness and inability to interact with anyone properly did prove to be a challenge, but he figured that you'd grow out of it.

He eventually makes you take private lessons with him so that he can foster your talents further. He understands the value of talent when he sees it and indirectly makes your confidence grow over time the more he mentors you. He doesn't see it necessarily as a problem that you're only good at one subject, as long as you're acceptable in the others.

Even if all the effort he puts into you overwhelms you at first, he knows that you'll eventually thank him for it one day.

I hope this was okay, Anon, and thank you for the request!!<33