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watanabes-cum-dump · 1 year

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Big Brother

Synopsis: Lee reflects on his experience as an older brother, both to Murray and the Gray Ravens.

Note: Basically Gray Raven found family + Murray.

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I am five when my brother is born.

He’s so small, so fragile, and so loud. But I want to protect him, because mother loves him, and I will too. I will be good for her, and good for him. Father is nowhere to be found, but it’s alright. Me and my brother can be the men in mom’s life.

I am six when he starts to walk, Murray stumbles around grasping at toys with his chubby little hands. He can’t go to school yet, so I still walk alone, but he will join me in a few years. He loves the little robot I made out of pipe cleaners and cardboard, he loves it more than the stuffed cat mom bought for him. She laughs, saying that maybe she should just keep the cat.

Next thing I know, I was nine and my mother is dead. The Punishing virus, of course.

I don’t cry when they burn her body. Because I have to take care of my brother now. Murray can cry because I will comfort him, I will dry his tears. If I cry, who will dry my tears?

It’s not that bad when mom dies. A children’s home takes us in. We still have a roof over our heads, and I can still take care of Murray. He’s alright, making his own toys out of pipe cleaners and cardboard. I’m alright too, because I started to learn about robotics. I’m going to make the best robot for him, so that he’ll always have a friend.

I am ten when Murray is diagnosed with a heart condition. He’s more fragile than ever, launching into coughing fits whenever he exerts himself too much. The medicine is expensive, I dry up mother’s savings to pay for it. I feel bad, because mother said that we could use it to get a bigger place and get better food. But I don’t mind the children’s home, I didn’t mind out tiny apartment either. Not when Murray is with me.

I am twelve when I realise just how much I miss mom. I miss her voice, her touch. I don’t want to have to take care of Murray all the time. Why should I raise him when I’m just a kid? I have school, I want to have friends to hang out with but I have a younger brother who’s always sick. He’s a burden, but one that I am willing to shoulder.

I am still twelve when I get my first job. The pay is low but the old lady running the shop is nice anyways. She gets it, she wants to help me. Her mom died too when she was young, she knows what it’s like. I am too young to work, but the Punishing virus has left the world broken beyond repair. Age just determines your value in the workforce now.

I am thirteen when I forget my mother’s face. I’ve seen so many come in and out of the shop, in and out of the children’s home. Only Murray’s face stays with me. He looks like me but not really. His eyes are bigger, and his lip are thinner. But anyone could tell we were brothers. Morian who is thin but tall with blond hair and blue eyes, and Murray, who is also rather tall for his age with the same hair and eyes as me.

Someone once told me I look like my mother. I am not sure, I don’t remember her.

I am sixteen when me and Murray move out of the children’s home. It’s a small apartment, just like the one I grew up in, but it’s not that same. It’s a shoddy studio with a leaky kitchen sink and the bathroom door doesn’t close all the way. But we make it home. I hang some posters up, and once the bed is messed up and the blinds are crooked, it’s our new home.

I am seventeen when I start doing mercenary work. It’s dangerous, but it pays well enough that maybe I can finally pay for Murray’s heart surgery. I found I’m quite a good shot, though I wish I could just tinker with little robots all day. I don’t like the job, but eventually, I don’t feel anything about it. It’s a means of survival, in this world where death’s shadow never truly leaves, it’s all I can do.

I am not Morian when I work, when I work I am Lee. A blue demon with two pistols and sharp eyes. Lee is cold and efficient, Morian is a warm older brother. Lee is a lone wolf, Morian is always with his family. I think that way I never felt all that bad about the job. Separating myself from Lee made me feel lighter, as if I was just a normal boy. As normal as a boy could be in a post apocalyptic world I suppose.

I am eighteen when I find a way to save Murray. This is it, this is all I’ve ever wanted. A ticket to Babylonia, a ticket to safety and security, and all I have to do is give up my body to Kurono.

So I do.

My heart goes to Murray, finally he has his heart surgery. The rest of my body goes to the wastes. Am I still Morian? Or am I just Lee now? Can Lee be human? I wasn’t sure, it made me uneasy for a while. The idea that I was only Lee now, that I was only the soldier. I could never go back to being an older brother, I could never go back to that little apartment, and I could never remember my mother.

I never turn nineteen.

I am eighteen forever. I am an adult technically but I never really feel like one.

Murray turns nineteen.

Then he turns twenty.

I am younger than my little brother now.

But I still love him the same. I still ask him how he is, I still tease him occasionally and I watch him grow. It’s scary to think that now, there is a possibility that I will be alive when he is not. Or that I could die and leave him alone. That’s what scares me the most, so I try to come back from my missions alive.

I do a bit of a double take when he calls me Morian. He knows I’ve been going by Lee but, to him I’m still Morian. His older brother. I do not know if Morian is still alive, truthfully. Have I replaced him? Is it just Lee now?

Eventually, I left Kurono and joined Babylonia’s task force. My new teammates are Lucia, a veteran soldier who still has the charm of a teenage girl, and Liv, a sweet young medic. They’re both younger than me, which was a bit jarring at first. Liv is sixteen, what has she already seen? And Lucia, how long has she been a construct? Where is her family?

Our leader, the commandant, is an accomplished one. The valedictorian of their class at Faust military academy, and an ace shot. I think they’re just as good as me. The Gray Ravens become my new home in no time.

I would never turn down Liv’s request to help her in her training, and I remain… supportive, of Lucia’s attempts at cooking. They’ve become dear to me, and even the commandant stays close. I know most commandants don’t usually get this close or even think of the constructs in their squads as human, but they do. And it makes me feel like Morian again.

Eventually, I realise that Lee and Morian are one in the same. Sometimes Morian is violent and cold, and sometimes, Lee is soft and welcoming.

HQ is nothing like that rundown apartment, the couch is soft in the commons, and the sink works just fine. There are no blinds to speak of, the sky remains starry at all times of the day. It is always well lit, and it’s always the right temperature. I even have a place to make whatever contraptions my heart desires, and I have the means to repair my clothes.

It’s not that rundown apartment, but it has the same feeling. It feels like home.

Home is wherever my family is. Yes, Gray Raven is my family. I am the oldest, I will dry their tears and help them anyway I can. I am the Gray Ravens older brother, and I have two younger sisters who will never cry, never feel hopeless because I am here for them.

Soon enough, I realise that they will dry my tears too. They will help me, they will take care of me. Because that’s what family does.

I am still eighteen, despite the years that have passed since my reconstruction surgery. But in my mind, I am still a kid. I still get pouty and commandant pokes fun at me for it. I will never truly grow up, I will be stuck in this limbo forever and I will only become even younger than Murray.

I know he works for Kurono now. I know he’s doing shady things, just as I did for him once. I don’t care, I still love him. Because I know he would still love me in spite of the dirt I’ve trudged through. We are both brothers and sinners.

I think he could be a commandant in all honesty, but I think he’s still a little fragile for it. No matter, he makes good money in Kurono, and we even get to hang out sometimes. It should be the other way around, I should be treating my little brother to cool exhibits and arcades. In another timeline, maybe I am.

In another timeline, maybe Lucia, Liv and the commandant are friends from school. In that timeline, maybe mom is still alive and me and Murray can play video games and build little robots together. Maybe dad is there, whoever he is.

In that timeline and in this one, I am their older brother.

I am still eighteen, I always will be. Whether I am the Palefire or the Entropy, I remain eighteen forever, and I remain their big brother.

#Punishing gray raven #pgr #Pgr lee #Pgr lucia #pgr liv #pgr fanfic #PGR Murray #Gray Ravens #Now time to write smut now that I’ve gotten all the feelsies out :D

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fieldofdaisiies · 8 months

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gwyn x balthazar | 3k words | warnings: none| masterlist

"Be careful of my ears!"

Warning laces Balthazar's voice and it draws a vicious chuckle from his sister. Thena flips the scissors in her hands, twirling them around her fingers, before catching them again. She grins at her little brother through the mirror. "Have a little more trust in me, huh? I've been doing this for years, I am a natural talent."

Balthazar fights the urge to roll his eyes, not trusting his sister with a pair of scissors in her hands. He sits perched on an old chair, wings open and draped on the ground so Thena stand close while cutting his hair. When they were younger their mother always cut their hair, but now, with her trembling hands, this is no longer possible.

Thena's mischievous eyes danced with mirth when lifts up the first strand she has wetted before. "Ready, little brother?"

He chuckles nervously. "Ready, but please don't make me look like an idiot."

Her laughter tinkles like a melody, filling the air with warmth. "Don't worry, it is already too late for that."

Balthazar wants to swat her, his hand already lifting to fling backwards, but Thena clicks her tongue. "Remember who has the scissors."

With a comb in one hand and scissors in the other, she starts her little brother's transformation. Locks of hair drift to the floor, pooling around her feet as she goes about her job.

"A very important question," she sings, her tone teasing. "This sudden interest in grooming wouldn't have anything to do with a certain someone, would it?"

Warmth rises in Balthazar's cheeks and he wonders just how obvious he must be. Not only Corrian noticed but also his sister — brilliant.

The young Illyrian playfully rolls his eyes, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. "I don't know what you are talking about."

Leaning in, Thena glowers at him through the mirror. "Oh, please. I've caught you stealing glances at the red-haired female more than once."

Feigning shock, he gasps dramatically before both burst into laughter. Balthazar shakes his head, wondering exactly how obvious he had been. "Alright, alright."

"So, you admit it?"

Balthazar shurgs.

"But she is not Illyrian."

"I am well aware of that, Thena." The bitterness in the Illyrian's voice is quite audible and sends a spark of sadness to Thena's heart.

"But that should not be a problem. Nesta Archeron is also with the general and he is Illyrian and she fae. Just like High Lord and Lady." She beams at her brother through the mirror, comb now discarded and her hand on his shoulder. Of course, being Illyrian and being with someone who is Fae will come with difficulties and issues, but the relationship is not impossible. Obviously, it isn't.

"I would really love it for you if you finally meet the one, if you are finally no longer afraid of falling in love." She gives her brother's shoulder a tight squeeze, before grabbing the comb again to finish up his look.

Balthazar says nothing, though the smile on his face speaks volumes.

Thena finishes her work, placing the tools she used down on the kitchen table. Stepping back, she surveys her work, hands on her hips. "Well, well, well. Look at you, absolutely dashing. My expert styling skills truly never fail."

Balthazar rises from his chair, snorting, his fingers running through his freshly-trimmed hair. A contented smile graces his lips. "So full of yourself, but you truly did a good job. Thank you."

Balthazar really likes the new look, although—

"You look a lot like your father."

There is no emotion in his mother's voice. Not a hint of sadness, nor joy. It is emotionless, like she is stating certain data and facts. She observes her children form where she leans against the kitchen counter, a cup tightly clasped in her fragile hand, her eyes narrowed.

Thena slides her hand around Balthazar's elbow, squeezing, and pulling him to her. He has gone rigid, his eyes trained on the picture he sees in the mirror — his reflection.

He truly looks like his father. He has his mother's nose. And the eyes. But that is it—

"This is bullshit. You look very handsome, and a lot like me. You know how much we resemble each other. And I clearly don't look like…him. Don't let her get into your brain, look forward to meeting the beautiful girl." Thena's smile could light up the darkest night in this moment, her eyes full hope and love for her brother. She leans in and kisses Balthazar's upper arm, then nods her head in an encouraging way.

Yet, he does not move immediately, his gaze still focused on himself. What if I become like him?

"Baz, don't…" Thena glances at their mother, but her gaze is now lowered to the cup in her hands, her long, matted, brown hair falling over her shoulders, silver threads weave their way through them and make her seem so much older. And she appears much thinner than she always used to be.

"Thank you." Turning, the Illyrian moves his arm out of Thena's hold and leans down to kiss the top of her head. He can't look back at her mother, knowing it will only hurt him more.

"I hope I still look dashing after hours of flying." A smile that does not reach his eyes graces his face, but at least it is a good attempt at trying to get rid of the negative feelings inside of him.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

It is already close to midday when Balthazar steps into the old, dusty office.

His goal is clear – he is here to collect certain documents and also maps to bring with him to Velaris. With determination, he gathers all the documents, maps, placing each one carefully into a worn bag. It is the only bag he could find and so it will have to do.

Sunlight sneaks in through the curtain framed windows, casting a warm glow upon the walls. Balthazar knows that one of the first things he will do when he is camp lord, is to wash those old, dusty curtains and clean up the whole office.

When he is camp lord…So, he really starts to live with the idea, to like the thought of it, the sound of it. Yet, worries plague him daily. Is he really good enough for this? He doubts it. He is so young, way too young and inexperienced. And not really respected. That could change once he is camp lord, but…He doesn't know.

When finally done with collecting everything he needed, Balthazar slings the bag over his shoulder, careful of his wings.

There's a feeling of excitement in the air, and Balthazar draws in a deep inhale. Why does this, despite all worries, feel so damn right to be in here and be thinking about camp lord stuff?

It is actually a good sign, isn't it, he thinks? Yes, yes, it is!

With one last look around, he pulls the door close behind him, locking it. When outside, the sun high above the Illyrian mountains greets him. He spreads his wings, and with a push, he takes off, leaving the ground and Windhaven behind. The crisp wind whips around him, brushing his skin and his wings. He soars over the barren landscape of the Illyrian steppes, leaving behind the looming mountains and large forests.

In this moment he can forget about everything and anything, his mind as clear as a forest river, his sense sharpened, the cool air like balm to his soul. Balthazar allows himself to close his eyes for a moment, allowing the sounds around him to guide him. With each graceful flap, his wings guide him over the landscape, over the villages, over the small forests.

His powerful wings stretch wide, catching the sunlight as it reflects of the leathery membrane. With each graceful sweep, he propels himself higher, leaving the familiar landscapes below.

The young Illyrian soars above ancient trees, his mind at ease, just like it was during the mind-stilling. And there it goes…his thoughts moving to Gwyn once again.

They have barely made conversation, but somehow she is there, always there, always on his mind. A small smile appears on his face just at the sheer thought of her.

But he shakes his head, turning to look over his shoulder to make out how far he has already gone.

Snow-capped mountain peaks touch the cerulean sky behind him, but it is in the very far distance, telling him that he has already been travelling for quite a bit.

In the far distance Balthazar can eventually make out rooftops that glint in the sunshine and he slowly, but gradually starts to descend.

His eyes land on the river that winds its way through the city like teal ribbon that reflects the bright sun and immediately makes him think of Gwyn. Her eyes are just too captivating to not think about them all the time.

Balthazar shakes his head anew, and adjusts the strap of the bag over his shoulder.

As he descends even more, he notices that the streets bustle with life, a melody of voices and noises reaching him. There are many shops, and even more people crowding the streets and it makes a warm feeling appear in his heart. Velaris truly seems like a lovely place.

A cool breeze brushes his wings and skin when draws closer to the House of Wind, where he will once again be expected.

Finally, he descends gracefully, his wings flapping lazily as he aims for the balcony he last landed on.

He lands softly, his feet touching the stone while he folds in his wings and Balthazar draws in a deep breath. He smoothes his palms down his pants, brings one hand up to brush it through his hair and places his knuckles against the cool glass of the balcony door.

He waits a moment. Then knocks.

Soon he is greeted by Nesta, a bright smile on her face as she opens the door. "Balthazar." She dips her chin and leads him inside. "Had a nice journey?"

"Very alright," the young Illyrian answers.

Nesta answers with a warm smile, his new hairstyle not going unnoticed by her, but she leaves it without comment.

And this new hairstyle is also the first thing Gwyn notices and then…his marvellous scent. Somehow magically, his scent, the woodsy aroma, the slight musky hue, and…some sort of cologne reaches her and she breathes in deeply, her eyes not leaving his.

A beautiful rosy colour touches the Illyrian's cheeks and he lifts his hand to wave at Gwyn. "Good to see you, Gwyneth," he says, his tone light and happy.

Gwyn wants to answer him, straightening up on the couch, but Cassian is quicker. He steps around the desk in Rhysand's office and clasps Balthazar's shoulder in his large hand.

"Balthazar," he greets and then points to the large bag thrown over the Illyrian's shoulder. "I see you brought something?"

Balthazar averts —although it is quite hard— his gaze from Gwyn and nods at the general, both in greeting and confirmation. "I did. I found some documents and lists in Devlon's office, thinking you might find them useful."

An approving noise leaves Cassian. Balthazar places the bag on the table, after greeting everyone else in the room. He places the documents on the table, opening them and soon Cassian and Rhys, alongside Feyre and Balthazar surround the large oak desk.

Nesta claims the seat next to Gwyn, a tiny, smug smile on her lips. "New hairstyle?" She nudges Gwyn whose eyes widen the slightest bit.

"Really, I haven't noticed…" she whispers, feeling how her cheeks warm.

"Yes, of course. That is also why you immediately know who I am talking about." A grin now replaces the smug smile. "But it suits him."

Yes, it definitely does, Gwyn thinks, but does not know how to answer Nesta. Her cheeks are already so warm, and she knows when she opens her mouth, her brain and thoughts will definitely give her away. Thank the Gods, Balthazar rescues her. Somehow at least…

"Should we wait for Lord Azriel?"

Cassian's hand once again lands on Balthazar's shoulder, this time with a loud smack. "It is Azriel. Just as much as it is Cassian and…Rhysand. We agreed on skipping the formalities, stop being such a good boy!"

The general laughs and is soon joined by Feyre's hoarse chuckle. She bites down on her lip when she sees how the young Illyrian starts to blush.

"Sorry…Cassian." Balthazar brings his hand up and brushes it through his curls, a sheepish smile on his lips.

The general bows his head. "And concerning your question, no we don't need to wait. Azriel is out for business."

The three males and Feyre lean over a large oak table, their forms slightly stooped as they start to discuss the contents of the documents and lists that are scattered across the table's expanse. Lists of food rations, maps, and ancient parchments adorned with aged seals carry information that is beyond all three of them.

Cassian's fingers trace lines on maps, highlighting routes and regions that existed long before he was born.

The things Devlon has kept in his office are both breathtaking and absolutely surprising — the secretes he must have hidden and known about.

Lists of supplies, kind of irritating in their detail —because how much time must Devlon have spent with them?— unfurl in the mass of papers and parchment.

While looking at the documents, their conversations always surround the war camp and they tie the lists and documents in with their conversation — food rations and also wood chopping for winter are discussed. It is soon clear that more Illyrians have to go wood chopping from now on.

Hours must have passed when the meeting finally comes to an end. Outside it is dark already, having gone unnoticed by everyone inside the office. The house has provided them with drinks and food all throughout the day. Feyre is no longer with them, having left some hours ago to go back home to baby Nyx.

"Oh, Mother," Balthazar blurts out when his eyes land on the dark landscape outside the floor-to-ceiling window. "I should be going home, it is already dark." "You can sleep here. We have so many rooms, you really don't need to travel home at night."

Balthazar looks unsure, his hesitation obvious in every line on his face.

"You are not going to fly back to Illyria in the middle of the night. No matter how skilled you are, or that you are Illyrian, but this is too dangerous." Rhysand shakes his head. "And that is an order from your High Lord."

Balthazar raises his brows, and then lets his shoulders slump."Well, then I guess I have to accept the offer and stay the night. Thank you very much. "

Cassian takes upon him to show Balthazar to his room in their house.

Lit by fairylights, Balthazar finds himself marvelling at the largeness of the house as they walk through the corridors.

"Thank you, Cassian, for letting me stay. I am basically a stranger in your home, so I am really grateful about the offer and your kindness."

"No, you are no stranger. You are the new camp lord, and I have a lot of trust and faith in you."

It is out of place, totally, and this is the only thing that keeps Balthazar from curling his arms around the general and giving him a tight hug while jumping up and down.

But he can't avoid the big grin from spreading over his face, reaching from one ear to the other. The general's statement just makes him so incredibly proud and also a little happy.

Cassian has to chuckle slightly, watching the boyish happiness on the young Illyrian's face. He is so young, has his whole life in front of him, but he will be a great camp lord, the best Windhaven has probably ever seen, he knows this..

The air smells like old wood as the ascend a staircase and Balthazar marvels at the interior of the house. Yet, he is soon ripped out of his gazing again.

"I have noticed you and Gwyn exchanging glances," Cassian then says matter-of-factly, his tone giving nothing away. "She is a wonderful female, don't ever think about hurting her, or you will lose my trust and faith."

Balthazar is shocked, so shocked he stops dead in his tracks. His heart makes one skip, then another with more force and his breathing halts.

Firstly, the general has noticed his shameless looks at her. And secondly, he would never ever consider hurting her in any way possible.

The young Illyrian clears his throat, shakes his head and begins to walk again. "I would never. Never ever would I hurt her. I…I…I think we could be good friends." He wants to face-palm himself for the last sentence, but he did not know what else to say.

"Good." Cassian turns to him with a smile and stops. He lifts his hand, gesturing at the dark, oak door. "You room. The house, don't ask how, will provide you with everything you need. And wake you for breakfast. If you need anything, just ask the house. Good night, and hold you chin a little higher, you are going to be the next camp lord."

Cassian winks. "And you have the most powerful general and the most powerful High Lord on your side, this is a reason to walk with a little more pride."

Cassian grins and pushes down the door handle, showing the young Illyrian in.

He is not really able to communicate then, so overwhelmed by the compliments and their trust in him. And what the general said about Gwyn. And the sort of magic house.

His throat feels dry and his head a little dizzy.

"Thank you," he finally breathes when he steps in. "For all of it."

Cassian bows his head and turns to walk away, leaving Balthazar alone in the dark room. Alone with his thoughts and a single pair of sleeping pants on the bed. No shirt.

Interesting house, Balthazar thinks, and the door falls close behind him.

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mysteriawrites · 1 year

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Hiya!

I hope I’m not too late! But if I am, then please feel free to ignore this or throw this out the window—your choice!

Anyways, Hello! Please call me Eris [they/her]. I would like to request a romantic matchup for both Oshi No Ko and Genshin Impact!

For some information to make your job easier, I am an ESTP and a Scorpio—also bisexual with a penchant for ladies!

Personality-wise, it's a bit tricky to explain. To new people, I come off as polite but cold. Especially if they are older than me, I mean them no harm, truly!

However, for my friends and loved ones, I do a complete 180! I love to shower them with affection, may it be gifts, words, actions, or anything! (I am also quite playful, chatty, and witty!)

I also love to have light-hearted banter. (Though, I do tend to find sarcasm flying over my head, so... oops?) Helping people is also something I enjoy doing, especially if it is something I am good at. (Which is usually just editing people’s essays or helping them out in English in general.)

As for hobbies, I don’t think I have that many. Reading and writing are my main hobbies. But, at the core of it, I enjoy creating and sharing my stories with people. Thus making me a fan of any medium that can do that, i.e., art, acting, or hell, even clay sculptures!

I don’t want to go too deep, so I’ll keep this as short and sweet as possible. I have trouble with my self-esteem, and how I cope is to internalize it and hide it from others. This causes me to not speak up about my emotions, instead bottling them up. Thus resulting in building a steady amount of resentment until it explodes.

However, my anger is usually quite short and only really lasts for a few hours at worst, so I usually take a day off or two to collect my thoughts. After that, I do go apologize to the persona and try to make up!

Anyways! Moving on~!

Sorry for the long request; this is my second time asking for a match, and I think my first one is being worked on. I don’t know; maybe it was thrown out the window? Anyhow! I hope you enjoy this request, and if you don’t, you know what to do!

Hello Hello thank you for the request. I don't remeber receiving an ask from you, I'd have to double check but I'm pretty sure the tumblr goblins ate it or something. (Also it is preferable for me for people to send me too different asks if they're gonna ask for multiple fandoms because I make mine real long so If you could send a second one for genshin that would be great) Now on to the matchup...DRUMROLL PLEASE!!!

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ARIMA KANA!!!

(Fair warning I’ve only seen the anime and the anime isn’t finished yet so if i may be writing Kana a bit surface level here i apologize)

You and Kana are that cute rivals to lovers trope. Ever since you were young you two have been competing to reach the top of the industry to share your talent and passions with the world.

You met as two child actors auditioning for the same role when you were 2 or 3 years old. Two up and coming actors going for the same role of course led to some conflict of course.

Kana was confident that she would get the role over you due to being a “child acting prodigy”. You just nodded your head and went along with whatever she was saying (it wasn’t a huge film so there weren’t a lot of other girls auditioning so you two had a lot of time to spend together during the process). Apparently, she didn’t like that you seemed to be ignoring her ravings and deemed it a (one sided) competition between you two to prove a point.

To her dismay however, when it was your turn to audition you caused everyone’s jaws (including her’s) to drop and the directors immediately chose you without a second thought. From that day on a fire was lit with in Kana that one day she would surpass you and now you were rivals. You on the other hand didn’t think your performance was that great and didn’t understand why Kana was so determined to compete with you.

Years passed, you and Kana were moving up from child actors to rising stars. As you and Kana got more roles your self-esteem started to get in the way. You couldn’t help but compare yourself to her and her success. You didn’t understand what she saw in you worthy of deeming you a rival when she was so blindingly brilliant. But instead of making you feel worse about yourself, it made you determined to be better; to be worthy of being her rival.

You two finally met face to face again when you got into Yoto High’s performing arts program, and your rivalry was burning as intensely as ever. You two met up on the roof one day after class to catch up after the last few years. Despite having spent so long apart it wasn’t awkward at all, on the contrary it was full of laughs and fond memories. However, when you two were about to leave you talked about your resolve to not lose to the other (because dramatic).

When it was time for the biggest production of the year you both auditioned for the same part just like all those years ago. However, this time was different, this time she got the lead; and you were her love interest…

Despite the awkwardness you two were determined to stick to your parts. So, you two started to spend more time after school to make your performance as a couple more believable, going on “dates”, holding hands, and flirting. Although as time went on whenever you practiced particular flirtatious lines or holding each other intimately, it started to get hard and harder to tell whether the feelings were real or just acting…

When the night of the play finally arrived, you two performed amazingly. The two were so moved by your (powerful homosexual energy) realistic performance and (sexual tension) moving emotions you brought the audience to tears. And when you reached the kiss scene; you, Kana, and the audience all knew that that kiss was real. You got a standing ovation for your performance.

After the performance you and Kana pronounced your feelings for each other. That you would be each other’s forever rival and no one could ever compare.

You and Kana become such a sweet couple that it rots the teeth. You hold hands, have fancy dinner dates, cuddle in the park, cover each other in kisses, and and have gift giving wars.

When Kana joins the new B Komichi you support her every part of the way and try to help them get new members and advertise. You decided to stay an actress, but you used your connections to help get B Komichi some attention. When Kana was feeling insecure about being the front woman of the group, you reassured her that she was perfect for the role. She does the same for you whenever you’re feeling insecure about getting the lead in a film or show (which has been happening a lot because you’re that good).

Of course the paparazzi eats that up and stalks your relationship like crazy, but because you’re both famous people are a lot more supportive of it (cause the world is fucked up like that).

All and all you guys are cute and perfect for each other. You pick each other up and encourage one another to grow and be better performers and people.

Wow I got really carried away with this one. This ended up being heavily based on Revue Starlight (Maya Tendo x Claudine Saijo in episode 10 specifically good show highly recommend). I hope you like it I had a lot of fun with this one and I'm really proud of it.

Runners Up: no one because I like this pairing it's perfect.

#oshi no ko #multi fandom blog #multifandom #multifandom account #multifandom writer #multi fandoms posts #multifandom fanfiction #matchups #multifandom x reader #multifandom imagines #kana arima #arima kana #oshi no ko x reader

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The Galaxies of Gallifrey

Chapter 1: The Toymaker Trick

Word Count: 1,8 k

Warning: Mention of death, SPOILERS FOR THE GIGGLE

a/n: Hey there! So because I didn't have enough unfinished series... here's another one. I hope all the whovians can enjoy this canon x OC thing I'm working on. There's a lot more to come for this one, but before chapter 2 comes expect a Casanova request XD

2008 - Somewhere in space

"Gallifrey Gale McShane... can I have this dance?" The Doctor extended his hand and she took it.

"What was that song from the future? Oh! I got it," she pressed a button on her phone and Mitski started playing.

The two of them embraced each other sweetly, swaying gently around the TARDIS control room.

"You know I... I... you know," he mumbled, still not quite ready to say the words he felt in his hearts.

"I know, and I do too," Gallifrey whispered.

"Good, then we're in agreement. I wouldn't be the man I am today without you, our lives have been intertwined forever now."

She nodded and rested her head on his chest, singing the lyrics for him quietly:

"Moon, tell me if I could send up my heart to you? So, when I die, which I must do, could it shine down here with you? Cause my love is mine, all mine. I love mine, mine, mine. Nothing in the world belongs to me, but my love mine, all mine, all mine."

"I like that. Mine all mine all mine..." The Doctor repeated softly. "Are you scared? Of dying?"

"I think you might be more scared of me dying than I am."

"That's true, I never wanted to- get attached because humans come and go, you get old and you start losing your memories, yourselves... then you die. And I'm left here, life after life after life."

"But with me you're taking the risk? You're accepting this pain?"

"I'd do it all over again if it meant I'd get this time with you. Even if it would only last a day, a week, a month... You're worth it. The pain of losing you one day is not greater than the pain of never having you at all."

His brown eyes were shining with sadness but also hope. Loving someone is like ripping your heart out of your chest and accepting someone else can choose what happens to it.

"To answer your question, I am not that scared of dying. I hope it feels like when you're a child and fall asleep on the couch after school so your mum carries you to bed and you wake up there. I hope Death is like a gentle old friend." Gallifrey explained. "She'll take my hand and guide me to you."

"To me?"

"You know, Doctor, I also need to cope with losing you several times. I know you'll regenerate over and over right in front of me and there's nothing I can do. And even though I will always love you no matter who you become, this is my Doctor. You, Ten. You're the Doctor I wanted to spend my life with."

"I see... I'm so sorry, Gal."

"Don't be, I dream that when I die, my handsome Ten will take my hand and we'll run to our home near the beach. Our two dogs will be waiting and we can just be us, no more regeneration or dangerous adventures, just us."

"Is that what you think heaven is like? Sitting on a porch with me?" The Doctor frowned. "I wish I could give you what you want, I wish there was someone else who could do what I do. I'd stay as the tenth Doctor for you for a million years even if I go completely mad having to stay in one place for the rest of my life."

"I know, but I don't resent you. I know the Doctor's job is to travel around the universe protecting everyone. And I'll be your companion until I can no longer do my job."

2023: UNIT Headquarters in London

"Shooting ducks... who is next?" The Toymaker pointed the galvanic beam at each of the ladies. "The companion, the soldier, the scientist, the orphan... the wife," he smirked at Gallifrey.

"Your fight is with me!" The Doctor shouted, enraged by the idea of losing anyone else. "And you owe me! One more ga-"

Before he could finish, the Toymaker struck him with the beam right in the chest.

"DOCTOR!" Gallifrey cried. "No! I'm not ready, I'm not ready! I don't wanna say goodbye to my Doctor!"

"I played the first game with one Doctor, I played the second game with this Doctor, therefore your own rules have decreed. I play the third game with the next Doctor!" The Toymaker announced.

Without thinking of any consequence, Gallifrey ran to her husband's side. "Kill me, make me into a puppet, I don't care! This is the last time I'm seeing the man I fell in love with!"

Donna and Melanie followed, they didn't want him to die alone, even if it wasn't really a death.

"I'm so sorry, Gal..." The Doctor looked at his wife with a pained expression as she held his hand. "This isn't dying, but I know how much it'll hurt you. I know you always say it doesn't matter, but please still love me even if I'm insanely ugly."

"You can never be ugly, Doc, not to me," she sobbed, trying to take in every detail of his face.

"I'll miss the way you look at me when I'm like this."

"Don't worry about me, I love all your faces. I love all of you," she assured. "Fingers crossed you come ginger this time."

"It's time, here we go again," the Doctor gave her one last kiss from the lips she adored so much. "Allons-y."

But then... instead of regenerating, he just stood there, feeling rather strange and a little foolish. Gallifrey looked at Donna, who shrugged, just as confused.

"Doc, what's going on?" Gallifrey cried.

"Could you... pull?" He asked.

"Could we what?" Donna looked at him with a disgusted grimace.

"Just pull, pull from each side, all of you. It feels different this time."

Melanie and Donna did as he asked, pulling his left arm while Gallifrey did the same with the right. At first, it seemed like a stupid effort, but then the unimaginable happened.

The Doctor divided himself into two. The man that sprouted from her husband was tall, had dark skin and short hair, the most beautiful smile.

"What?" Donna and Gallifrey murmured almost in unison.

"What?" The Toymaker winced.

"No way..." Fifteen pulled his other arm out and for a moment they shared their bottom half.

"You're me," Fourteen gasped.

"No, I'm me. I think I'm really really me," Fifteen smiled. "I'm completely me! Now don't just stand there, push!"

When the two Doctors separated, they ran into each other's arms and hugged like brothers.

"What is happening?" Gallifrey stared at them in disbelief.

"Bigeneration! I've bigenerated, Gal!" Fifteen took her in his arms and spun her around. "There's no such thing, it's supposed to be a myth, but look at me! What do you think, my beautiful?"

"I think you look gorgeous!" She admitted, placing her hand on his chest while his hands explored her as much as they could in front of such a big audience.

"Hey! That's my wife you're fondling!" Fourteen yelped.

"She's also my wife," Fifteen smirked before stealing a kiss.

"Aw my sweetheart is jealous!" Gallifrey took Fourteen's hand. "Don't worry, there's enough of me to go around."

"He comes in a range of colors then?" Donna chuckled.

"Right! Have you ever been black before?" Gallifrey asked.

"No, not that I remember... how exciting!" Fifteen grinned.

"If I can interrupt," the Toymaker called. "Behold the game of the Time Lords, a dummy who dies and doubles and dies and doubles... I could play this for a hundred years. I'd have vast meadows of Doctors dying over and over again and never get bored because-"

"I challenge you to a game!" Both Doctors said.

That was the trouble, there was still a game to be won to save the world. But with two against one it had to be easier, right?

Gallifrey could barely watch as the Doctors played catch against the Toymaker, the little ball flying from one hand to the other and always on the verge of falling. Until it did, it fell when the Toymaker couldn't catch it.

"As my prize I want you to be banished from existence," Fourteen asked before running into his wife's arms.

"You two are brilliant!" Gallifrey beamed with excitement. "But there's one thing you're forgetting, Fifteen also deserves a prize. And I think I know exactly what it could be."

She walked up to him and whispered in his ear to which he flashed her a smile.

"You, my love, are a genius!" Fifteen ran into the TARDIS and pulled a toy mallet from underneath one of the floorboards.

"What are you doing?" Fourteen asked as they all came out into the garage. "It's not a sexy prize, is it? I don't think I can deal..."

"What if the Toymaker's domain is still lingering? Just for a few seconds while we're in a state of play? Everybody stand back! Wish me luck."

"What for?"

"Heeeere's my prize..." Fifteen hit the side of the TARDIS with the mallet and another TARDIS appeared right beside the first.

"Oh dear," Fourteen breathed. "You know what that means, Gal?"

"What?" Gallifrey turned to him.

"There's someone who can do what I do," he smiled softly. "I can give you your paradise."

"Doctor! But- but you always said you'd go mad if you had to settle down."

"Ah you know how I am, I can always take the TARDIS for a little spin. We can visit anywhere you want, no more dangerous adventures. We can sit on that porch facing the beach and just be us. No more regeneration for a long long time."

"Are you sure?"

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life... I've spent so many years fighting all those battles and now I know what for. Let's go say goodbye."

Inside the new TARDIS it was pretty much like the old one, with the exception of a jukebox in the corner.

"Come here!" Fifteen hugged Fourteen, then Donna, then Gallifrey. "Look after him, you two... now if you don't mind there's a great big universe calling and I got to get going. So off you go, old man."

"You're the old man! You're older than me!" Fourteen gasped dramatically.

"Okay... kid. I love you, get out," he said before starting the controls.

"Let's go!" Gallifrey took her Doctor's hand and Donna's to get out before they got pulled into another crazy adventure.

When they left, the TARDIS was already whirring, preparing to take off.

"I don't suppose I've ever seen this before," the Doctor watched amazed.

"Where's he going?" Melanie asked.

"Everywhere," the Doctor murmured. "Now where are we going, Gal? California, Hawaii, Australia, the Caribbean?"

"I think I know the perfect place," Gallifrey smiled.

#doctor who #doctor who fanfic #canon x oc #david tennant fanfic #tenth doctor #tenth doctor fanfic #fanfic #au #oc

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I most recently saw ‘Destined With You’ and ‘Doom at Your Service’ and loved both. I want to watch something that is more serious than silly and I’ve discovered that I really like the whole theme of love that exists beyond time or just love happening despite tragic circumstances. ‘While You Were Sleeping’ is probably my most favorite kdrama. If there are some kdramas you can think of that have similar vibes to those, I’d love to hear about them.

at the outset with time travel or past lives / tragic love...I just know a few ...

Mystic popup bar :

this is more of mix of part comedy , drama , romance ( sub sub plot) and action. Weol Ju (played by hwang jung eum) is a pop up restraunt owner who sets her food tent at night where both the dead and the living can grab a drink and she helps people appease their grudges / problemswith a special drink...( i am sorry this synopsis seems weird but give it a go you might like this :) )

2.Hotel del luna

i think this a mix of romcom , fantasy and horror. The story revolves aroung jang man wol ( played gorgeously by IU ) who is the owner of the hotel del luna (she is bound by curse to look after the hotel for dead and make easy passage for them to the nether world). Things start to be different for manwol once she hires goo chan sung as the assistant manager ....While this synopsis sounds boring it is far from it ... It does explore on some thematic aspects of ' resentment ' letting go and found family themes . Also since you said you liked while you were sleeping it's from the same directors that's an added bonus. Also cinematography and OSTs are my absolute favs...

3. Youth of May

this one not a fantasy but rather a sad romance melodrama.. but the directing acting the story was amazing . It revolves around old school romance of two strangers who met at the time of gwangju uprising. (And this drama made me look into south korean history ) It just gives you that nostalgia of what it is to be in love. Also because it is in the backdrop of a major event in sk history it does depicts deaths and cruel reality of the olden time. Anyway this was one of the best dramas i have watched ( please be ready with lots of tissues when watching this )

4. My dearest

Was released as a two part series with total of 21 episodes with each episodes were a art in itself , set in historical times of Qing invasion Yu Gil Chae is a pretty, bubbly, and a bit spoiled young lady who's called the 99 tailed fox of Neunggun-ri. She is also a bit of an outcast because other young ladies are jealous of her. They seem to think she's too straightforward and her behavior is inappropriate for a young lady, while young noblemen think highly of her. Gil Chae knows how to get men to fall for her but fails to capture the heart of the person she likes. Lee Jang Hyun is a mysterious man who suddenly appears in the Neunggun-ri social scene. Nobody really knows anything about him. Young nobles don't like him, but the elderly are wrapped around his finger. He's been dating around a lot, but he becomes curious about a certain 99 tailed fox, and one day, the said fox quite literally crash lands into his arms.

Once war is brewing, the pair finds themselves separated before they could even start to make sense of their feelings.

But the drama isn't just about their love it is much more than that it captivates it's viewers to empathize with emotions of ongoing war and how wthe invasion affects each and every character ( not just the main ) and the beautiful storytelling and the cinematography with added acting brilliance of nam goong min and ahn eunjin you keep yearning for more and more...

this is definitely the most serious one out of this lot.

JUST another rec of a not romance in fantasy but just a thriller fantasy drama that i am currently watching seems absolutely good

5. TOMORROW

Choi Joon Woong seeks a job, but it's hard for him to get hired. One night, he witnesses a man trying to end his life and decides to stop him. He gets acquainted with grim reapers Koo Ryeon and Im Ryoong Gu, who belong to a crisis management team. Their purpose is to prevent people from committing suicide. After Joon Woong ends up in a coma and becomes half-human and half-spirit, he is employed by a company of grim reapers as the newest member of the crisis management team.

other dramas: that fit love in tragic circumstances maybe :

queen for seven days

it's okay to not be okay ( tragic past )

extraordinary you ( not tragic but how love transcends two webtoons / two stories in fantasy based story where characters are in webtoon and one of the side character relaises THAT FACT !!)

it's okay that's love

#kdrama #recs #tolkpopfan #hope this helps #only these four popped up at the outright when u said #whole theme of love that exists beyond time or just love happening despite tragic circumstances #while first one isn't exactly a love story

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Okay, I'm at the point where I need to do a trial in order to progress the story and I'm a tank, so I'll actually have to watch a video for that, so I took a day off to parse my thoughts on things that WEREN'T unspeakable goddamn tragedies.

I will also post thoughts on the tragedy, but later. I want to see the consequences of this loss in the narrative play out first before making a value judgment, but so far I am already leaning towards "good story beat, actually emotionally impacted me and the characters in text and was thematically appropriate."

For non-tragedy thoughts, I'm just going through screenshots and gonna post my thoughts in order based on what I clearly thought was worth screenshotting;

Okay, I already talked about how I came around on Estinien, but I also really like Ysayle. I love that she earns the name "Lady Iceheart" but is the most emotionally driven character so far in her desire for peace and believes that she's the reincarnated soul of this ancient dragon's old flame. Quite the blow to realize she isn't that and this guy doesn't recognize or care about her and that she just summoned up a primal based on her own desperate beliefs. WOOF. That's a good character arc. I want to see where she goes from there.

Also the fact that she just loves Moogles because they're adorable and makes a comment like "My heart is aflutter from mere... fluffiness??" and like, girl, same, they're so cute.

Another interaction I liked from the Moogles was when Alphinaud got mad at them for making his trial of worthiness just be the chores none of them wanted to do. He got so pissed he went and said something like, "I don't know what a 'kupo nut' is but I know they use it for currency and I've half a mind to demand some for the work I just did!" and, YOU GET EM, SWEETIE! We'll make a lil pinko out of you yet, demand compensation for your labor, work to rule, honey! I'm so proud of him!!

And another fun Alphinaud moment was when he said, in the fanciest little lad way possible, "Last one to finish their job is a rotten egg!"

And speaking of babies, Nanamo's okay! I've actually got mixed feelings on that.

On the one hand, I really like Nanamo and I fucking love Raubahn, I'm full on going to switch my faction allegiance to the Immortal Flames once I max out rep in the Malestrom, but man. The MOST exciting part of the end of ARR was when they shifted the status quo that hard! I grant you the scions are still missing and we still had to retreat to Ishgard to seek new allies, but man, handwaving it so that things can more or less go back to the way they were before kinda sucks.

I was EXCITED for that change! I'm of course glad that Ruabahn is okay and gets to keep being surrounded by tiny adorable lalafel, and I really liked Nanamo and her struggle to figure out how to help her people was compelling, but man... idk... I feel like there was more to be explored with that Ul'dah crew on the run and the city in chaos that had a lot of potential we never got to see :T

This is a relatively minor complaint, of course, the stuff with Isghard is certainly gripping enough. I'm fine if Raubahn only ever gets to be that gif of the drunk girls with the puppies when it comes to keeping all of the itty bitty babies in his life safe

Final thought, UH, they kinda dropped a bomb on me that apparently half-elves exist in this world???

I .... I mean, one would assume it was possible, but we haven't seen any until now, despite there being plenty of instances of inter-species relationships that it actually raises MORE questions than it answers. Even if Dragon Age is a copout answer, it at least means they don't have to program unique models to make all children between elves and humans just humans. It means the same of probably other pairings as well, but if you put half-elves in a setting, it BEGS the question, okay, what do mixed heritages look like across the board? And namely, uh, where are all the others? I refuse to believe that this Hilda woman is special, if there is ONE thing I know about humans and elves in any given setting it's that you can't leave them alone for 5 goddamn minutes together without drowning in half-elves. Also, the others, huh? Where are the human/au-ra babies? Where are the Au-Ra/Elezen babies? I know people be fucking these anime uwu catboys and catgirls, where are the lanky elf-cats and scaley dragon cats?!

My brother actually pointed out a very real possibility that if we have humans, and we have hrothgar..... maybe that is where miqo'te came from in the first place, which begs the question of like, okay, if you can have a half and half baby of mixed heritage, what happens if that baby has babies with a third entirely different option?

You cannot introduce this element so cavalierly and then kill my goddamn elf husband and expect me to forget, I WON'T FORGET THE HALF-ELVES THAT COULD HAVE BEEN, FF14, YOU WILL ANSWER ME!

#Caitlin Plays FF14 #FF14 spoilers

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This is a list of scripted ABC shows from the last season. I haven't heard of most of them because I'm not 63 so I'm going to guess what they are about from the titles and then check and see how right I was. Or if my idea is better.

1. The Conners was that reboot / sequel of Roseanne. But then Roseanne was insane and racist in real life so they kicked her off of it. I assume it was retooled to now be about the family becoming private eyes and traveling from town to town in a gadget-loaded super RV, solving mysteries.

You should all note before I go on that most of what I know about network television comes from the 70s and 80s. Back when it was also cheap and lame, but at least fun.

2. Abbott Elementary. Probably just Community / The Office, but in an elementary school filled with a diverse cast of quirky characters who only seem to date each-other. I bet they do a lot of jokes about helicopter parents and people getting offended by seemingly innocuous things. There is probably a sassy brown person whose culture is played for light-hearted comic relief.

3. Station 19. Firefighter show, where all the firefighters look like soap opera actors. Most of the show is people having arguments and making out, then like 3 times a season stunt people in face-hiding fire gear fight a big fire inspired by some thing that happened in the news around the time they were filming the show. I bet the tag line is "And you thought the hottest action would be the fires!" Occasionally old actors from 80s movies will cameo as someone's parents. I am falling asleep just typing about it.

4. Grey's Anatomy. Oh my god. In real life these people would have retired from being bad doctors by now. Or be in jail.

5. The Rookie. I looked this one up due to the last post. Nathan Fillion plays a 50 year old rookie LAPD officer. Because they wanted to do a cop show with him but he's too old for that, without the premise. He probably has to learn about diversity and drugs or something. No one ever gets shot and they don't show LAPD white supremacist cop-gangs doing dog fights or anything. Wasted potential.

6. The Goldbergs. I've heard of this. It was some writer's Everybody Hates Chris about his 80s secular Jewish family. Obnoxious old people watched it to be reminded about how they just don't make good rock music like that anymore, man, because they are too old and lazy to go find new music they might like via streaming platforms. It has been cancelled. Good, if only to spare me that recurring conversation with people I don't like.

7. Home Economics. A rich white homemaker lady gets divorced and has to get a job as a home ec teacher at a public junior high to make ends meet? And she slowly learns to laugh and love again, while also coming to realize that poorer people are good for more than just mowing your lawn. There are hijinks about her wearing $600 shoes that get covered in cake batter. She has to rent part of her house out to an Indian immigrant family. Starring Delta Burke from 1995.

8. The Good Doctor. Ha ha ha. That show about an autistic doctor, except Hollywood doesn't know what autism actually is so he's just a deranged lunatic who gets away with shitty behavior because he's good at hearts.

But not in the fun, House MD, way.

9. The Rookie: Feds. This got cancelled so that means it was bad, even by low network TV cop show standards. I don't even know how to do that. Uh...some 50 year old TV actress I probably wouldn't recognize quits being a crime professor to become an FBI agent, after her son FBI agent goes missing under mysterious circumstances? And it ended in a cliffhanger when she got attacked by a polar bear in the middle of the jungle.

10. Not Dead Yet. My Name is Earl, but if Earl was a nice zombie. He has a best friend guardian angel played by Jaleel White.

...This actually just sounds like Highway to Heaven, if Michael Landon had been a zombie. And instead of brains he eats Jell-O, and he can take his limbs off and send them into air ducts and up drain pipes to help people, like trained rats.

...I'd watch a couple episodes of that, I guess.

11. Will Trent. Oh give me a break.

Okay. There is guy named Will Trent, who is on the run from the...CIA, because he was with them but then someone framed him for killing the Speaker of the House with a poisoned lapel pin. He now travels from town to town, helping average people and their sexy sisters out of jams, while also trying to figure out who framed him and what their master plan is, to clear his name.

The last season ended with it looking like the real villain is the First Lady, who belongs to some ill-defined anti-America cult.

It's probably based on a book series from the early 2000s that only the loudest uncles read.

12. Big Sky. Some cowboy thing, probably. Where all the cowboys are hunky stoic white men who are millionaire ranch owners. But you are still supposed to sympathize with all their "we gotta keep a-hold of this land at any cost" violent toxic male shit, because you are a postmenopausal my mother and want to have sex with these men.

It's one of those shows that just "accidentally" has zero POC cast members, who aren't one-shot drug-runners or coyotes or thugs hired by rival ranch owners.

One-shot because that is how all of their characters are killed.

It probably got cancelled when some writer got smart and tried to do a thinly-veiled anti-Trump allegory and all the Evangelicals turned on it. Tucker Carlson probably got mad about it for 3 minutes, before he interviewed some Russian politician about how the Ukrainians hate Jesus.

13. The Company You Keep. Black women try starting and running a bakery. It quickly devolved into a romantic melodrama. Black audiences never cared and white audiences wanted more sexy rich cowboys.

I don't know. It's ABC. Every seasonal lineup has at least a couple token shows starring POCs that get immediately cancelled after one season, because they aren't serious attempts at anything outside of the politics and so never connect with an audience.

Also all of them are still written by white men, so what chance could any of them have, really?

14. Alaska Daily. Northern Exposure, but the protagonist edits a news blog when not busy solving quirky small-town mysteries. The Janitor from Scrubs might be in it.

...Well. WAS in it.

This Twin Peaks thing is hard to pull off in a compelling way unless you are willing to go kookoo-bananas with it.

15. A Million Little Things. This one "ended," which means the cast wanted too much money after so many seasons, so "the producers had always planned from the beginning to wrap things up after 5 seasons."

It was probably one of those shows that just follows a "typical American family," which happens to have soap opera problems every week based on things the writers heard CNN say people in the Midwest are mad enough over to vote for Trump again.

It probably had a regular cast of like 16 people, and was on the giant TV in the showroom of every US car dealership at least once. Until someone changed it to that show which is just Kitchen Nightmares, but Gordon Ramsey has been replaced by a balding round man who lacks his charm and good heart and is just an asshole to struggling restaurateurs.

You know the one.

Or, at least, your parents do.

Update: The Conclusion

#abc #network television #no I'm not tagging all these shows

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October 27, 2023

So.. apparently what I experienced during my talk was quite abnormal. Uhm, several people have come up to me in the days since to reassure me that I did an excellent job maintaining my composure and poise considering the fact that I touched on two very hot topics within the department that other people are experts on without being an expert myself. It has apparently gotten around to people who weren't even at the talk that I am "the girl who received way too many questions" which was also validating for my initial frustration. I think the most validating thing I'd heard was from a postdoc who told me that it was okay that I couldn't answer some of those questions as thoroughly as the askers may have wanted because I'm literally a first year student with a lot to learn. She told me that the questioning I'd received and how I'd handled them was not a reflection of what the department thought of me, but truly that they were just engaged and interested. And that what happened on Tuesday was very abnormal. That made me feel a lot better.

I feel like I wasn't.. I feel like I had to soften my reaction this week any time someone asked me how I felt after the presentation. Even if I said I was frustrated or that I didn't feel very confident about it, I said it with a smile on my face. I didn't want to make it look like I had been shaken to anyone in the department. It's a small department, word can travel, so I was very careful about what I said and who I said it around. I don't want to be caught with my heart on my sleeve.

Today I'm thankful that a little old lady stopped in her tracks while walking her dog and told me I was pretty the other day!!!!! I mean I suppose I don't need people to tell me I look pretty, but the affirmation is always nice :) Also thankful that we're getting a few last days of lovely weather in a row, nice enough to sit outside and read. It's important to do that whenever possible, I think. It'll be so nice to be an old lady with a kind heart, just to tell young women that they're beautiful whenever it fancies me.

Also also thankful for the multi-lab halloweekend outing we had tonight! It was a lot of fun and I had some lovely conversations with people I'd not spoken to very much before.

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arc v 15-22 thoughts!!

-i forgot to say it last post, but i really really love the first op! and the ost in general is rly rly good. going to be very sad when they change the op eventually (prob around the ep 25-35 mark im guessing?) -its so funny yuya doesnt wear his school uniform at all except kinda slinging the jacket over his shoulders. all the other male students have pants that match their jacket! but fuck it hes the protag, he can wear his cargos I guess! -tbh glad shingo pointed out its unfair only yuya has pendulum cards, lol. true. (the fact yuya is upset reiji had them was bullshit! u have protag privilege! u dont even know where the cards came from! be more concerned about that!)

-shingo in general is kinda a Silly Guy and I like him more each time we see him. kinda just wanna see him and yuzu interact more too…when she yelled at him. and he still came up to tell yuya to stop eating gross infront of a 'lady'…hes a feminist king! -LMAO STRONG ISHIMA QUIT TO GO TRAIN OVERSEAS AFTER LOSING TO A 14 YR OLD. feel so bad for that guy ngl hope he comes back at some point -ok how did i not notice the xyz course student at lds has a big dipper head piece/star theme….thats SUCH a funny detail in reference to zexal? pls. not going to remember this charas name bc masumi is clearly the leader of their lil pack but I love it -very cool yuzu gets her own rival (assuming masumi will be?) and training arc moment, but also, she should already KNOW fusion! her dad! is a duel teacher! -sora being lke 'is this allowed? is this allowed?' when helping yuzu..LMAO whos boots are u licking. be an ally to yuzu and HELP her if she wants it -yuzu having a magical accessory like all the main ygo charas!! tbh shes the main character. To Me -yuyas mom having a million pets is SO CUTE. finally a protag with pets. and who is a clown. relatable. tho i dont like him rushing his mom to make pancakes or being fussy abt breakfast!! ur 14 dude just make ur own pancakes if u want some!!! good god

-the lil gang of kids that follow yuya around i am trying sooo hard not to be annoyed by them but by god are they annoying me anyway -MICHIOOOOO IS SO CUTE. FRECKLES. ALSO HE KNOWS HOW TO COOK!!! i love seeing hobbies outside of dueling in ygo lol. also his fans being housewives is like, kind of uncomfortable? his cards are cute tho, love the food theme. truly character of all time (I can already tell we'll probably never see him again RIP i hate ygo for making me attached to minor charas) -god this is so fucked up. duelists on motorcycles and xyz duelists shouldnt be fighitng they should be kissing -sora eating breakfast lunch and dinner at yuyas is so funny. freeloader king. but why did he put chocolate on sardines. what the fuck! -aaaaah yuzu not wanting to learn fusion from her dad is bc she feels like a burden to his school and feels protective over it? god her plight to get stronger and her mystery bracelet stuff IS SO much more interesting than w/e yuya's 'i have to duel 5 ppl to get in a tournament to become a pro' stuff is! shes fr the protag in my heart! -oh My God theyre putting people In The Cards. yugi grampa moment! reiji is SO chill about it like 'oh huh. ppl got sealed into cards. well, cant fix it just yet. huh. anyway. lets start working on that I Guess.' LIKE DUDE. sweet that he seems to actually care but hes SO calm -reiji's moms snake shoes fuck severely -reiji defending yuyas honor to the congressman dude is so sweet. he doesnt really KNOW yuya isnt behind any of the attacks (but like, we Know he Isnt) -…yuya admitted hes bad at science and math! a ygo protag whos bad at math!!! the duel disks must do damage calculation automatically lol, thank god for that -'yuya doesnt even know merci!!!!' boy hes not about to know mercy in this duel shut up. why would he need to know random french phrases theyre in japan arent they -ok. the whole thing nico told yuya 'its your JOB to make ppl happy as a pro, you HAVE to go beyond expectations'…feels very apt to compare this to a parasocial celeb type relationship situation. ppl always expect him to be Happy and Entertain them (and to an extent hes always playing into it…) it rly feels like a bad extension of the 'laugh when u want to cry!' emotional suppression and masking and it feels BAD man. feels like its going nowhere good! -yuzu and soras friendship is growing on me SO Much im gonna be SO mad when hes outed as a snake -masumi and yuzu moment!!!! gay asf to have a rival!!!! but god yuzu rly is being the protag for ME. she has a bff (sora) and a rival!!! dude!!! yuya ya girl is stealing the show for me!!!

- im sick of these MEN KNOCKING HER OUT OF THE WAY (LITRALLY THIS TIME) AAAH!!!! BITCH GO AWAY I WANTED TO SEE THE GIRLS DUEL!!! (syun?? ute??? these have to be mispellings of their names right. i googled them and its shun and yuto. which. yu name. 3rd protag after yuzu and yuya. better to call them this than 'emo yuya' lol) -anyway shun got punched in the stomach by yuto and CRUMBLED like a wet paper bag and yuto tossed him over his shoulder LMAO. and sora challenges him of course. HEAVEN FORBID we let yuzu duel here. christ she almost got to duel!!! we were so close!!! her bracelet seems to be just teleporting xyz boy all over the place -mieru and cathy would be besties omg her vibes! spooky lil tarot girl! (also, to enter the same tournament as yuya I assume shes at least 12-13 despite looking like. 9-10…right…since the younger kids made the comment they couldnt enter bc of their age…so her crush on yuya isnt actually So Weird right…sighs at anime always making girls look weirdly young) -BUT MIERU FOR REAL USING YGO CARDS FOR TAROT READINGS IS OBJECTIVELY HILARIOUS JKDKJAHKJN OK GIRL!!! i want her to read my fortune or whatever like tell me what house my suns are in -'your future is wrapped in darkness' no shit hes a ygo protag! ofc he will go thru some shit! itll be fiiiine in the end tho girl im not worried. (she continues to hammer in the fact hes doomed and draws the tower for him LMAO)

#id watch more tonight but. i have to go to the hospital for tesssstttts tomorrow :( dont wanna. wanna stay home and watch ygo.#aaaugh #arc v #sanchoyorambles #ygo #sanchoyo liveblogs arc v

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justanothergreb · 1 year

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So the talk I did today - smashed it, could not have gone better (bar the inevitable tech issues which still plague any online conference!) I feel really proud of myself; public speaking is not my thing but apparently as I have grown older, it’s something people very much think I am good at. Which is a lovely surprise for the quiet girl who never said much at school or in presentations in general.

I am however still feeling a little down as I realise not many people seem to understand how important my career is to me and that this was a big deal. There were a 1000 of my peers at this conference and we got a good healthy turnout of just over 120 attendees (we were up against three other sessions, one of which was chatGPT-based sooooooooo). I’ve had 30 friend requests on LinkedIn, we’ve double the people in our little group to talk about our niche. I’ve told people to nick our ideas, borrow my team chart to push for what you can do if we’re properly funded as a resource. But still I feel like people close to me don’t get it.

My mum had to give up her job when she married my dad. I remember it so well as a kid. She had been a rep for another of our city’s niche trades. She wore woollen Karen Millen suits to go to trade shows in London, she could tell you the code for every type of thing they made (she still can) and she gave it all up because of a man. A man who couldn’t cope that she wasn’t at home, the prospect of men talking to her at trade shows, enjoying herself, living life. She will say she didn’t mind, she’d always wanted to be a housewife, her vision of the 1950s little lady at home. But I could see she was miserable. No money of her own, stuck in a house on her own. I remember the argument where she was forced to give up a part-time job in a bridal boutique, refusing to go back. Instead she got a job as a dinner lady at my old school and a couple of cleaning jobs. She’ll tell you she is thick, but my mum is anything but when she puts her mind to it (and listens). I look at her and vowed I would never give up my career for a man or anyone else.

I’ve felt recently like a lot of people don’t really get that my career isn’t some silly little job at a university and all I do is sit and send emails to students all day. Far from it. I’ve known since I was a teenager I wanted a job where I could help people. I toyed with journalism but the deadline pressure just did not appeal. Dad always thought I would go into law (Saz stop eye rolling and just LOL) because I have always been good at seeing both sides of things (quite the compliment when I think about it seeing as we argued. A lot. Also some of you stop laughing). Again I thought about it but I could never square having to defend someone who I knew in my heart was actually guilty, my moral compass far too strong-willed - and I am amazed at anyone in law who can defend anyone who is so clearly guilty or at fault (I secretly think they must be a little morally ambiguous because how can you sleep at night - see moral compass, exceptionally strong, unless it comes to a slightly Germanic looking man with nice thighs, then the compass is busted).

Teaching seemed the obvious route and I blossomed as a TA in Germany. But the English school system is a mess and if we had had the option to teach a foreign language with a humanity (as in Germany) I would’ve been fine. Here the need to speak multiple languages well and truly screwed me over as unless you plonk me in France and keep me speaking it, my French disappears overnight. So I worked my little data and events job, tricking myself bringing the NHS and pharmaceutical companies together would help people. It mostly helped the pockets of the company I worked for.

My decision to move back to some form of education was fuelled by a need to help and to be honest, I prefer older students. Bit more fun. When I applied for the job I eventually got, I applied because it said ‘events’ and it mentioned CV checking - and I bloody love a CV check. Ideal for me. I quickly discovered that most of my new colleagues were the same as me - wanting to help people. Whether it was a CV check, a chat about a job or helping someone to plan their career, we all wanted to help people. My predecessor, who I now realise had been keeping his eye on me from the moment I started (something about men with that name, clearly), was also in this vein. Particular of his website and clunky emails, his mission was to promote our offer to get students the support they needed. We bonded immediately when he discovered I knew how to work a website back end, could figure out social media quicker than most and would happily tell our director he was a tool (never speak down on a WP student background when I’m around). We both got if you get the messaging right, you maximise the number of people you can reach and therefore support.

When I moved into his team just two days before the pandemic, it felt coming to work “home”. This was the team I needed to be on. Yes, I gave up some of my student contact but I could do much more in this job. When he decided to retire, I knew this was finally my chance. I’ve always wanted to be strategic, managerial, lead a team - something again nobody really understood. “You’ll never be a manager” was one of the things a former manager happily told me. “How dare you think you lead a team” she said, as I led a team on projects that she had nothing to do with and asked me to lead on. I enjoyed those brief forays into leading because you got to develop someone, watch them grow and make sure everything was OK. I cried in my interview as I got overwhelmed saying how much this job meant to me if I got it and I cried after when I got the job.

My silly little marketing job is actually running a website which gets 20,000+ hits an academic year. It’s social media platforms which need to be kept updated constantly. It’s understanding how we use a 50 page brand guideline document so our posts don’t get pulled because we got the tone of voice slightly wrong. It's managing a team of 9-10 people who have different strengths, needs and roles. Including a student placement who needs the best experience while they are with us. And leading all my team to be the best version of themselves, so I cry my eyes out when they leave. It’s reading emails which go out to thousands of students ever week. It’s communicating out the most ridiculous offer known to man so we get to at least one student or graduate and get them to interact. It’s showing students for the millionth time how to access a fair dashboard or walking them to an employer stand. It’s making the difference for that one student.

I was never going to be a doctor or a lawyer or some high powered business person. I was always going to my have my little niche. A niche that is important to me. A job that, for all my complaints, I absolutely love. And people just don’t seem to get it. And that’s sad to me.

#careers chat #careers #can you tell i work in careers?#just getting it off my chest #shout out to my niche career people #it matters to me

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Itsy Bitsy Spider

Hi, I am a new writer who wrote this more as an exercise than a serious story. I’m trying to find a good balance of goofy and good storytelling, and I think I did a solid job. Enjoy!

CW: A lot of smut

Alyssa is working her boring ass 9-5 desk job. Her popular and wickedly handsome coworker, Jerry, approaches. "Hey Alyssa, Heard you in the bathroom from my cubicle. It sounded like you were frying chicken in there, wanna grab dinner?" He asks. She's flustered, put on the spot, and feels disgusting. "Sorry Jerry, I need to visit my dying mother, all the nights every night." she replies Ay Well then I hope that old wicked bitch of the west dies, am I right for am I right?" “Haha Jerry you're so silly."

Allysa had pulled the plug two weeks ago... Alyssa is just not attracted to Jerry at all. She doesn't know why either. Every time she reads about someone like him in erotica her pussy turns into a waterfall but in real life she Just doesn't like him at all.

I Just don't get it, whenever I read about men and their tight asses and thick man titties or whatever going against women and their squishy and adorable parts and glistening skin with their beautiful eyes, I just get So hor-. wait, I'm a lesbian aint l. Yippee!

She jumps up and spins around in excitement until she notices something black on her desk. She stops spinning and-

ITS A FUCKING BLACK WIDOW!

She pulls her NRA sanctioned grenade out of her -

pocket and gets interrupted by a voice.

"No please, I haven't even gotten lesbian pregnant, oh please!"

Oh gosh, all I wanted was to be an awesome lady lady killer dyke type spider and this I straggot ass human is gonna kill me. I literally Just ran Away from papa.

Allysa slows down a second, then stops.

Wait, did it say lesbian pregnant? I wasn't aware that was something someone could do.

“Shut up you lying ass bitch, we both know that spiders can’t be lesbians!"

“That's not true you ignorant ass bi-pedal straggot!”

“Am I a straggot or am I BI-pedal umm? I'm a lesbian too bitch!”

“Oh well, why are you attacking me. fellow faggot?!!!”

Why am I attacking you? You're a Black spider, you could kill me, but, with my NRA sanctioned grenade and also my Pussy Pistol™ I could kill anyone. Also , this is the only other queer I know. Oh god, what've I done?

“Oh my octo-legged queen I'm so sorry, I was being a total hypocrite!"

Wow, I never expected a home-sapistraggt to turn to good so quickly. Tis' truly a miracle. Not to mention she’s fucking hot. If I squint hard enough I could imagine her as a spider

"It's-It's okay, I never expected a human to understand."

"It's just that, as a queer, I'm lonely, so lonely Marcus!”

"My name is Natalie."

"Oh, sorry, it was a Will Poulter reference.”

Oh dear lord thank god she didn't get the reference, it’s way too early to be flirting.

“Oh well, I’m lonely too.”

Oh no, what if we wouldn't work together. I certainly want to marry her but she's already making references I don't Understand. I don't care! I am obsessed with her. Talking to her makes me feel like my heart Will explode. I'd scale the tallest mountains for her. I’d slay a billion soldiers for her. Fuck, she’s so adorable now that she's calming down.

"Hey, so- What's your name..?”

"I'm Alyssa nice to meet you.”

This is such a cute spider. I can't believe I almost Killed it.. I can see all of its eyes, glistening in the office lights just like stars in the sky, so dreamy. FOCUS! I need to find out how to get lesbian pregnant. That sounds fucking hot!

“Hey wait a minute, what’s lesbian pregnant?”

“Oh well, it's not something that happens with humans. When a spider marinates in female cum we can get pregnant."

Oh no, I was really excited to become lesbian pregnant. Oh welly Just not for me I guess. But, maybe I can get Natalie lesbian pregnant. Oh that would be a dream. having a few arachno-children with such a beautiful girl.

"Um, Just curious, could a human get a Spider lesbian pregnant?"

"1-I'm not quite sure, it's never been tried before."

“Oh, well, maybe you could try it, or something."

I grow tenser. I practically just asked to impregnate my crush. I'm. Such a pathetic fail girl. I'm sweating. I'm so horny I'm literally squirming!

Oh my god she totally wants to get me pregnant. I think. I'm not quite sure actually. I might just be making her uncomfortable. Fuck it! What am I again? I am the lady ladykiller. I could, and maybe already have, totally get a human to fall in love with me.

"Ay baby, open your legs and maybe your pussy juices could get me lesbian pregnant.”

I can't even speak, I just fall down. It feels like there's oceans of waves crashing inside of me. God, I can't wait for Natalie to be inside me. My legs start spreading, it doesn’t even feel like I’m controlling myself. She's scuttling up my leg and I'm getting so flustered. I support Myself on my elbows. She's making her way up my thighs. I can feel exactly where she is. It tickles! I bring my hand to my mouth to stop myself from laughing, moaning, whimpering, and screaming. God I wanna whimper so bad. I hope Natalie likes whimpering. I fall slightly angled to my side from moving my hand to my mouth. She's inside of me now.

Oh my god I can’t believe I’m doing this, I'm fucking a human. She's squirming so much, it's adorable. I'm actually inside her. Holy shit. I've never done this before, I haven't even chainsawed another spider, (like scissoring, but chainsaw because spiders have so many legs) I need a strategy.

Natalie puts herself in between Alyssa's g-spot and clit. She uses 6 of her legs to squirm around her g spot and 2 to circle her clit.

What The fuck is she doing in me? I've never masturbated before. This is so new oh my god this is amazing. It feels like a new part of me. It Just feels like pleasure. I can't stop shaking. My hand is barely even muffling my moans. I'm clenching the floor so hard it hurts. I'm not even controlling myself any more. It's like my body is begging to burst through my skin. It's like I'm made of lightning. I can’t take it anymore. It's too much but I want so much more.

Alyssa cums an entire yard, all over her cubicle wall. Nobody notices because everyone's gone to kill themselves. Natalie gets completely washed. out, she's covered in cum.

I can barely move. I didn't know humans could cum this much. my entire body of sore. I don't think I'm gonna make it. I lived a good life. I realized I was a lesbian, I ran away from papa, and then I met the girl of My dreams. I'm perfectly content, even if I don't get lesbian pregnant. At least, I got her to cum hard. There's a sharp pain in my stomach. I feel like I'm about to burst open. It hurts like fire. It feels like my entire body is on fire. I think, I'm giving birth! Oh my god I'm gonna die having been Lesbian pregnant! My life is complete! I can finally rest! I can finall-

"Oh my god that was so good I've never- Natalie? Natalie are you okay? Natalie!!! No no no no!”

Did my girlfriend drown in my cum? No she can't, I love her so much. She can’t be gone. This is all my fault. How could I let this happen? If I Just was harder to make cum or-or never had sex with her in the first place this would all be fine. This is such bullshit! I was alone for so long and just as soon as I find love she dies. Maybe I could- maybe I could clone her. No, that's stupid! It's Just hopeless. There's nothing I can do. Everything. I've ever cared about is gone. I'm Just, worthless now. It's- It's kinda nice to be worthless. No matter what I do now I can never hit a new low. 1- I guess it's okay that Natalie is gone. Spiders only live a few weeks anyways. I accept this. What's that!? Is that an egg? It's growing! It's-It's oh it stopped.

Alyssa took that egg, and when it hatched, it became something she never imagined. His name? Peter Parker.

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Was that [NANA KOMATSU]? Oh no no, that was just [CHIBIUSA TSUKINO], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [SAILOR MOON]. They are [EIGHTEEN] years old, use [SHE/HER], and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

how long has your character been here -

chibiusa has just arrived, she thinks that her key through time messed up on her way back to the 20th century to train with the rest of the sailor guardians. but somehow she ended up here in dc. so it’s only been a day or two since she woke up in the city.

what is your character’s job -

she’s just gotten a job at the game center crown arcade! but she’ll definitely be enrolling in school, not quite sure what her major will be yet but, despite not being the best student out there, she wants to at least better herself and try to have better grades than her mom ever did.

where has your character been pulled from in their fandom -

she’s pulled right before her return in the show in season 3 of the show, i am rereading the manga tho so i’ll update her once i make my way through it again.

has any magic affected your character -

her memories are still completely intact, but the magic has made her physically older. while she is over 900 years old, she stopped aging at eight most of her life. so the magic has aged her body up to match with the age the silver crystal stops people from aging at.

other notes -

i need y’all to understand the chokehold that sailor moon has on my inner child, and thus chibiusa as well.

she’s a brat. idk what else there is.

she’s the daughter of usagi tsukino and mamoru chiba, born in the 30th century but returned to the past to save her parents from the black moon clan. she’s very much a child at heart, fearful of losing her family, of being alone, wanting only to be loved and cherished in the way she thinks she should be. she gets super jealous when she’s not the center of attention, thinks her mother of the 20th century is an immature child despite chibiusa being a whole child herself.

she’ll respond mostly to chibiusa, as her full name is princess usagi small lady serenity. she is also sailor chibimoon, but she doesn’t know that she can still transform here, she hasn’t tried it as there don’t seem to be any enemies to be too stressed about. so she is taking the chance to be a normal girl and trying to make friends. and find her family. she’s never been great at being alone despite the stubborn loner façade she puts out.

she is out here just trying to make friends, she wants to have as many as possible, as it was part of her mission her mother sent her on when she was sent back in time. so, come be her friend please, i promise, she’s only a real brat to her mom.

connections :

✩ friends

chibiusa’s whole purpose beyond training to be a sailor scout was to go back and make friends!! she wants to make her mom proud and have a lot of friends with kind hearts!!

please , i promise she is only a real brat to her family. she just wants friends

✩ roommate(s)

i don’t think she would like living alone tbh, she would be very happy to have one or two roommates

maybe even a dorm mate if that’s something someone wanted to do !!

she’s a very good roommate i promise, she does snore / talk in her sleep tho

✩ coworkers

if you work in the arcade, come be her friend :)

she is not very good at her job, she’s never had a job before but she’s trying!!

✩ arcade regulars

unfortunately she is stopping at nothing to have the top score on every game so you’ll definitely see her playing most of her shift

maybe a rivalry, maybe someone cheering her on, anything!

✩ classmates

any college students really, she would be happy to chat with anyone!!

✩ a trainer

chibiusa is still very dedicated to become the best sailor scout she can be, so she’ll be at the gym a lot

✩ potential ship

this would be based off of chemistry, and would really be a slowburn. she’s still young and naïve and i don’t want to rush into anything because she will absolutely make mistakes and get hurt and is in love with the idea of love so she’ll fall hard and fast

#hw: intro #c. interactions #c. muse #c. visage #c. texts #c. tasks #c. memes #c. events #c. intro

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digitalmadness · 2 years

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➤ Miss Tatsu, also known as Tatsu Kurosawa, is the only child to two loving parents. Her childhood was quite normal for the most part. So, there's not much to talk about other than living pretty well. She wasn't the most wealthiest person out there, nor did she want to. Everything she had going on until her early twenties were quite fulfilling and something she is quite satisfied with. She knows not everyone has such luxury, which is why she is understanding towards people's harsh lives. Even when her parents passed away, she wasn't angry or any of that sort. A bit annoyed that a customer severely injured her father for not meeting with the demands, which he passed away from. Her mother passed away because of a broken heart.

By the time of their deaths, which was only a month away, Miss Tatsu was already on her own, fulfilling her life as a debt collector. A whole year before the story for Yakuza 0 had started and she met Kiryu. While it did leave a bitterness in her mouth upon the one year anniversary, she didn't show it. In fact, Miss Tatsu never allowed her anger to take control, unless it was with someone she's collecting debts from. Anything that sparked anger outside her job never made it past. In meaning, any anger you see within her job is actually from the people themselves that she's going after and nothing outside of it. Even then, she knows how to control her anger.

Her father was a loan shark and her mother worked at the bank. Hence why Miss Tatsu knows her way around the world of money and the scams of it. Her father had to do a little hunting around with his job, which is how she kicked started her job as a debt collector. She learned the ins and outs of the streets. She knew how to sense certain things as well as know how to negotiate. Eventually, she stepped into the job as an official debt collector.

➤ Miss Tatsu is twenty-two years old by the time Yakuza 0 rolls around. While we don't know her exact age, we for an estimated and I am plopping down that she is twenty-two years old. Anyways, she learned combat from both her parents, given both knew how to fight. Her mother only knew out of self-defense yet barely use these skills. So, it was left to her father to teach her, especially after persistent behavior. According to him, Miss Tatsu needed to be proper like a lady and that her rough behavior would not attract a guy to fall in love with her. She didn't care. She wanted to focus on what she loved the most and not about romance. If she got someone, cool. If not, cool.

Even if people gave her side eyes or underestimated her, Miss Tatsu proves them all wrong, despite her having no desire to do so.

➤ While Miss Tatsu is cute, she doesn't hold herself on high standards. She doesn't look all that beautiful compare to others. She doesn't mind wearing make-up or wearing dresses, but she prefers her normal attire. The jacket she wears and jeans. Her hair is always kept down, even if she is hot.

Outside of her normal attire, she does wear tank tops. Different colors, but mostly black. Still wearing jeans.

➤ If not found doing her job, Miss Tatsu is found at the arcade games or sitting on the roofs. She is not much of the person to walk around or sit at the cafe. She does like to write, but it's not often. Just small pieces, especially things that inspired her from her day. She can also write poetry as well as cook. In fact, she does do gardening. If you walk into her apartment, you'll find plants all over the place.

➤ There's actually an AU I have where Miss Tatsu is a hostess.

➤ She's not hot headed or easy to piss off. It's the fact that she is ready to call bs on people and call them out. She is rough around the edges and is confrontal. So, she may come off as short-tempered when it's the opposite. She knows how to keep herself calm.

#『Hᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs﹕』#queue

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you have agnes rofa energy!!

Oh thank you so much!❤️❤️ That’s so sweet, this really made my day, I love that I have that energy🥺

#anon #I am also at heart an old lady that just want to quit her job and experiment with vegan donuts #i love Agnes🥺#Thank you so much anon!❤️

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rax-writes · 3 years

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Fandom: MCU Pairing: Baron Helmut Zemo x Reader Warnings: Sexual intercourse with a female-identifying person with a vagina + a bit of sugar daddy Zemo vibes at the end Notes: Y’all... don’t judge me. I have a power kink, and Marvel did me dirty by randomly deciding that Zemo is fifthly rich royalty. And my girl @henrysmorgan did me even dirtier by actively encouraging my attraction to this fucker. So, blame Marvel, and blame her. // This is kind of really fucking long, and I didn’t edit it much, because I wanted to get it posted before episode 4, in case that episode flips the script. So, potentially some editing issues, and slightly rushed writing. Hopefully it’s alright, but please let me know if I screwed up anywhere. // Lots and lots of TFAWS ep. 3 spoilers

When Bucky texted you to ask that you meet him in some dusty, old, abandoned-looking car garage, you certainly didn’t know what to expect. All you knew was that an old friend needed your help, so you intended to be there.

It had been a few months since you’d last seen him, and even longer since you’d participated in any sort of mission, but you suspected that was what you were walking into. Being exposed to the Mind Stone had granted you the power of telepathy, which meant that SHIELD was quite keen on persuading you to work for them. They trained you in martial arts and hand-to-hand combat, and you went on miscellaneous missions a handful of times. They put in a lot of effort to convince you that it was your moral obligation as an “enhanced individual” to help them with these missions, but you ultimately decided that that simply wasn’t the kind of life you wanted. Instead, after the Blip, you began working a desk job for SHIELD, which is when you crossed paths with Bucky, helping him with paperwork associated with his pardon, and the two of you formed a friendship. But SHIELD kept trying to coerce you to get back into the field, constantly badgering you about it and making it clear that you weren’t wanted if all you were doing was paperwork.

The truth is, you weren’t cut out to be a superhero, and you had no desire to be. It didn’t help that your entire country had been reduced to rubble several years prior, leaving you with a bottomless pit of homelessness in your heart. So, you left SHIELD, and started a life in Berlin, where you were content to live out your days as the owner of a small bakery, residing in the small apartment above your shop.

That is, until Bucky Barnes dragged you into a particularly sticky situation, with a certain Baron Helmut Zemo.

You knew that helping Bucky and Sam would throw a colossal wrench in the life you’d created for yourself in Berlin, but after they explained the situation with the super soldiers, coupled with Bucky’s puppy dog eyes, you found yourself refraining from storming out of the building the second you saw Helmut fucking Zemo.

“We need you to keep an eye on him. You don’t have to tap into his mind 24/7, we just want a heads up if he’s going to screw us over,” Bucky explained.

"Look, we really need him. We’re obviously scraping the bottom of the barrel here, otherwise he'd still be in that cell. And neither of us want to be packing a criminal around like a rich bitch's chihuahua, so we need you here to make sure we're not gonna get bit," Sam explained.

"Fine. But you both owe me," you relented, and they both took sighs of relief. You glanced at Zemo, locking eyes with him for several tense moments. He gave you a polite smile, giving off the impression that he had nothing to hide – which he didn't, as his thoughts showed his intentions were pure at the moment. "We're good for now. He just genuinely wants the opportunity to take down these new super soldiers."

Sam and Bucky nodded, visibly releasing tension from their shoulders as they moved to head out, now reassured that Zemo was truly on their side. Meanwhile, Zemo eyed you with curiosity and awe, murmuring, "Fascinating."

The four of you walked on the landing strip toward a private jet, owned by Zemo.

"So all this time you've been rich?"

"I was a Baron, Sam. My family was royalty before your friends destroyed my country," Zemo explained, before glancing at you with a small smile. "But you knew that already."

"Wait, how did she know that?" Sam asked, then turned to you. "How did you know that?"

"I am Sokovian myself. I was certainly not royalty, but I lived there for my entire life, until it was destroyed," you explained, stopping outside the jet as Zemo greeted the elderly butler, Oeznik, in your native language. It made you smile to yourself; it had been years since you'd heard it spoken. Zemo shot you a grin when he noticed, and when you took a peek into his mind, you saw that he understood exactly how you felt.

As the butler handed Zemo a flute of champagne after you all boarded the jet, the Baron smiled politely as Oeznik stated, “Apologies if that's a little warm. The fridge is out, but I will see if there is some good food in the galley.”

Zemo glanced as you sat across from him, then in Sokovian, Zemo told Oeznik, "Another flute for the lady, please. And if the food does not pass the smell test, give it to the gentlemen."

"It's good to have you back, sir!"

As the man retreated to the cockpit, also in Sokovian, you noted, "You are a mischievous man, even more so than in your infamously criminal ways."

"You will find that there is more to me than meets the eye, angel," he responded coolly, the Sokovian language rolling off his tongue like honey. Before you could respond, admittedly enjoying speaking Sokovian, Sam grew tired of everyone speaking a language he couldn't understand.

"Why don't you tell us about where we're going?"

After a tense exchange between Bucky and Zemo, followed by a discussion about Marvin Gaye, Zemo finally got to the point: Madripoor. You exhaled slowly, resting your forehead in your palm in exasperation.

“You couldn’t have invited me on a mission to Cancun? Or Paris? Why must it be Madripoor?” you asked Bucky, who shot you a tight-lipped, pitying smile, silently apologizing for what he was dragging you into.

“What’s up with Madripoor? You guys talk about it like it’s Skull Island.”

“It’s an island nation in the Indonesian archipelago. It was a pirate sanctuary back in the 1800s,” Bucky explained.

“And upon seeing it, you would see that times there haven’t changed one bit since then,” you added.

“It’s kept its lawless ways. But we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves. James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone,” Zemo said.

You frowned as you caught a glimpse of Bucky’s thoughts as he went silent. Fear. Anxiety. Disdain. Apprehension. You reached across to rest your hand on his shoulder and give it a reassuring squeeze. He shot you a small smile, then looked out the window.

Upon landing in Madripoor, one of Zemo’s contacts met you on the landing strip with a new wardrobe for you, Bucky, and Sam, and Zemo explained that each outfit was per his instruction, carefully chosen to fit the role each of you would be playing in Madripoor. One by one, you took the covered clothes hanger to the bathroom of the jet and changed. Bucky was first, stepping out in some sort of leather number, looking eerily similar to the Winter Soldier you’d seen in photos. Sam was next, donning a three-piece suit of burgundy and gold. He looked sharp, although he was immediately complaining about how ostentatious it was. And finally, you stepped into the room and closed the door behind you, unzipping the covering on the hanger and revealing your “carefully chosen” outfit.

“Ich werde dir im Schlaf die Eier abreißen, Zemo!”

Bucky choked on his water and Zemo chuckled under his breath, while Sam looked between the two in confusion.

“I don’t know what she said, but she sounded pissed,” he observed, eyeing Zemo suspiciously.

“She informed me that she intends to remove my testicles in my sleep.”

“And why is that?”

“Perhaps because he’s chosen to parade me around Madripoor like a cheap whore,” you said angrily, stepping out of the bathroom with your hands on your hips, glaring at Zemo.

“That dress is by Armani Prive, and your shoes are Louboutins – far from ‘cheap.’ And you do not look like a whore, the dress is merely more revealing than what you are used to,” Zemo argued, standing and walking over to survey your outfit. He seemed to be enjoying what he saw, judging from the way his eyes raked up and down your body, but you didn’t dare check his thoughts to confirm or deny it.

If you were honest with yourself, he was right. It was a very nice dress; plum purple, matching the color of Zemo’s turtleneck, with long, fitted sleeves, all of it made of the softest silk you had ever touched. It was fitted at the top but flowy from the hips down, with a low balconette-style neckline, showing more of your chest than you were accustomed to, although you pulled it off quite nicely. It ended just above your knees, which was fine, as you sometimes wore skirts of that length. Overall, the luxury of it and the low-cut neckline ensured that you were out of your comfort zone, but you looked stunning – and expensive, despite your spite-fueled initial claim.

“I thought the color would look nice on you, and I was right. And I knew that the flow of the fabric at the bottom would allow for this,” Zemo said, his hand gingerly trailing from your waist to your thigh, where he pulled up the hem of your dress slightly to reveal the edge of the Glock strapped into your thigh holster. He smirked as his suspicion was confirmed. He knew you’d find a way to arm yourself, regardless of what you wore.

In hindsight, the way Zemo touched your side and lifted your skirt was all far more intimate than you should have allowed, and yet… you couldn’t deny the way your breath caught in your throat when he touched you, or how his close proximity made your body temperature rise, as he gazed down at you with those intense brown eyes.

Christ, you needed to get laid. Soon. Before you further entertained the idea of jumping the bones of a highly wanted criminal.

“Touch me like that again, and I will kill you where you stand,” you informed him sternly, and Zemo immediately took a step backwards, looking apologetic. From the corner of your eye, you saw both Sam and Bucky visibly relax, tension leaving their shoulders. You had read their thoughts briefly, and they were both wondering why the hell you were so calm about getting cozy with Zemo. The absolute last thing you wanted was for them to know that you were, in fact, inexplicably drawn to being that close to the Baron.

As the four of you walked along a bridge in Madripoor, Sam was quick to resume his complaining.

“We have to do something about this. I’m the only one who looks like a pimp.”

“Only an American would assume a fashion-forward Black man looks like a pimp. You look exactly like the man you’re supposed to be playing. The sophisticated, charming African rake named Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger.”

“He even has a bad nickname,” Sam grumbled, then looked at the phone Zemo handed him. “Hell, he does look like me, though.”

“And who am I supposed to be?” you inquired, glancing down at your clothing to see if you could guess who you were meant to be portraying. An heiress or socialite, perhaps.

“My fiancée,” Zemo answered simply, the faintest smile on his lips.

You barked out a crude laugh, “Oh, I think not.”

“There is no one involved with Madripoor who looks like you. And it is rare that there are newcomers to the island, especially not in the place we’re going. Pretending you are someone random would raise concerns about the intentions of your presence; you would be perceived as a potential threat, which would jeopardize our mission. It is far easier to simply pretend we are engaged, I assure you.”

You hesitated a moment, before arguing, “No one will believe that we are engaged.”

Zemo pulled something from the inside pocket of his jacket, took your left hand, and slipped it onto your ring finger. It was a solitaire diamond ring; not large enough to be gaudy, but enough to catch anyone’s eye.

“They will if you play your part well,” he told you, then addressed the rest of your party when he added, “No matter what happens, we have to stay in character. Our lives depend on it. There is no margin for error.”

The four of you reached a sleek black car, and climbed in, you in the back between Sam and Bucky. The ride to Low Town was tense and silent, as each of you mentally prepared for what lay ahead. When you arrived, Zemo offered you his hand as you exited the car, and the pointed look in his eyes told you that it was time to begin playing your part. You took his hand, and as you began walking into the heart of Low Town, he laced his fingers with yours. As the crowd drew near, Zemo wrapped his arm around your shoulders, gloved fingers brushing against the exposed skin of your shoulder. After reading his mind, you realized that it was both for the sake of protecting you, and showing possessiveness to make it believable that you were his girl – and because he simply enjoyed having your body close, although you suspected that he’d rather you have not known that.

Despite the fact that you had been on a few missions for SHIELD, you were not exactly incapable of fear; you did not possess nerves of steel. All of the missions you’d been on were low-profile, and you were mostly just there for the sake of gathering information from those reluctant to share it. Sure, you’d been in danger before, you’d had to fight your way out of several sticky situations, but this… this was different. You were in the crime capital of the world, a lawless place filled to the brim with crooks, thieves, and murderers. More than likely, any given person around could slit your throat and never bat an eye or give you a second thought. Swallowing your own pride in the face of fear prompted you to return Zemo’s gesture, wrapping your arm around his waist and sticking close to him, which earned a smile from the man.

When you arrived at your destination, Zemo approached the bar and leaned against it confidently on one arm, the other still wrapped firmly around your shoulders.

“Hello, gentleman,” the bartender greeted, before his eyes fell on you. “Who’s your new lady friend, Baron?”

“My fiancée,” Zemo answered, then turned to you and ran his finger along your jawline, as you looked at him in adoration. “Isn’t she lovely?”

“Very,” the bartender acknowledged, then turned to Sam. “Wasn’t expecting you, Smiling Tiger.”

“His plans changed. We have business to do with Selby,” Zemo responded.

The bartender made ‘Smiling Tiger’ his usual drink, which apparently consisted of… something he cut out of a snake, and dropped in a shot glass with a bit of liquor. You shared a look with Bucky before he turned away to survey the room, and when you read his thoughts, you found that you both desperately wanted to laugh out loud at Sam’s ‘short end of the stick’ situation, but didn’t want to risk everyone’s lives for the sake of a chuckle. You returned your attention to Zemo, opting to sell the whole “fiancée” thing a bit more by turning into him and tracing patterns on his chest as you gazed at him affectionately, while the bartender handed you and Zemo each a shot glass of your own – sans snake organs, thankfully. You both downed yours, while Sam understandably struggled a bit more with his, but still managed it.

A random man approached Zemo then, and as Zemo turned to face him, he protectively moved you behind him a bit.

“I got word from on high. You ain’t welcome here.”

“I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me…” Zemo countered, gesturing toward Bucky, who looked menacing as he pretended to be the Winter Soldier. “Or bring Selby for a chat.”

After a weary look in Bucky’s direction, the man walked away, and Zemo turned back around to face the bar, this time keeping you in between him in the bar, in case someone were to come up behind him – which they did a few moments later.

“Winter Soldier… attack,” Zemo commanded in Russian, as a different man came up and laid a hand on Zemo’s shoulder. With a pained look in his eye that quickly shifted to cold determination, Bucky grabbed the man’s hand with his vibranium arm, twisting it as he removed it from Zemo’s shoulder. Zemo took a step away from the bar to allow you room to turn and observe as Bucky beat the absolute shit out of various challengers. Zemo wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him as he noted, “Didn’t take much for him to fall back into form.”

The unmistakable sound of numerous guns cocking drew your attention away from the altercation, and Zemo gently pushed you behind him as he surveyed the room to note all the weapons drawn. Sam grabbed Bucky’s bionic arm to stop him, but Zemo whispered, “Stay in character or the whole bar turns on us.”

“Well done, soldier,” Zemo then said to Bucky in Russian, signaling for the ‘Winter Soldier’ to stop.

“Selby will see you now,” the bartender interjected, and Bucky released his grip on the random man’s throat.

“Thank you,” Zemo responded, walking off to find Selby, grabbing your hand to guide you, but not before you spared a sorrowful glance at Bucky as your friends followed closely behind.

As Zemo took a seat on a couch across from Selby, you sat close to him, crossing your legs gracefully as you leaned into him, your arm wrapped around his as he clasped his hands in his lap authoritatively. You watched his exchange with Selby in silence, as did Sam – and Bucky, of course, considering he was pretending to be the Winter Soldier.

“By the way, I thought you were rotting away in a German prison,” Selby told Zemo, then smiled as she looked you up and down, before her eyes found the diamond ring. “And not engaged – to a woman far out of your league, I might add.”

“People like us always find a way, don’t we?” Zemo answered calmly, then looked over at you, staring into your eyes with warmth and adoration, and you smiled lovingly at him. “My beautiful fiancée was a guard at the prison. We fell in love over the years, and she helped me escape. Anyway, I’m sure you have already figured out what I’m here for.”

The conversation went relatively smoothly after that, until Sam’s goddamn phone rang and screwed the entire operation. In the blink of an eye, Selby was shot dead, you had shot two of the guards with the gun strapped to your thigh, and Sam and Bucky had each knocked out one, before Zemo suggested sneaking out of the bar as best you could, without any weapons. You secured your gun back in its holster, not missing the way Zemo watched as you hiked your dress up to do so, before making a break for it with the three of them.

Once you were on the streets of Madripoor, bounty hunters began to come out of the woodwork, and when they began shooting at you, Zemo abruptly grabbed your hand and ran down a nearby alleyway. As you were running, the heel of your stiletto caught on a grate, and you’d have fallen flat on your face if Zemo hadn’t caught you.

“Are you alright?” he asked hurriedly, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he supported you, before standing you back onto your feet. You nodded, and he glanced over your shoulder as he noticed a few men looking down the alley. “Forgive me.”

You were about to ask what he was talking about, but then Zemo abruptly grabbed you by the backs of your thighs and lifted you up, pinned you against the wall behind you, and kissed you.

The men at the end of the alleyway muttered something about “freaks who do it in public,” then their footsteps faded as they walked off, clearly thinking the two of you were some overly horny couple, not two of the people with an insane bounty on their heads. But you were barely paying them any attention, a bit preoccupied with the fact that Zemo was fucking kissing you, and much to your chagrin, you really fucking liked it.

Once there were no more voices and no more footsteps, Zemo broke the kiss and sat you down. The two of you stared at each other for a moment, before you heard more gunshots, and you broke into a run in the direction Bucky and Sam had gone, desperate to find your friends, and no time to process what the hell just happened.

As soon as you caught up with them, the two bounty hunters nearby were shot dead, and the four of you turned to see Sharon Carter emerging from the shadows.

An hour later, you found yourself in her swanky home in High Town, in a change of clothes, since the brick wall Zemo had held you up against ripped the back of your silk dress. You lied to Sam and Bucky, saying that it happened because you fell while running in your heels, and thankfully, they believed you. Sharon commanded the four of you to lay low and enjoy the party, which Sam and Bucky left her living room to go do, entrusting you with ‘Zemo watch.’

It seemed as though he was merely nursing his brandy in lieu of abandoning it for the party prior to finishing it off, but his eyes were on you most of the time. You didn't necessarily believe he could be plotting to overpower you and run off, but there is always that possibility, so you delved into his mind to check.

Expecting to find thoughts of strategy about how to defeat the super soldiers or travel plans, or even plots to escape you, Bucky, and Sam, you were astounded to find nothing but thoughts of you.

The way it felt to kiss you in that alleyway, and how he had monetarily debated just staying there, having his way with you against the brick wall before Sam and Bucky could locate you. The dress from the bar, and how it rested on your thighs, revealing just enough to have his mouth watering without being revealing to the point of immodesty. The way your necklace currently rested against your bare collarbone, and how desperately he craved to litter the area with love bites. The delicate skin of your throat, thinking of how it would look with his hand wrapped around it, just enough to cut off a bit of air but not enough harm you. How alluring your voice is, and how much he'd like to know what it would sound like to hear you scream his name. The softness and warmness of your skin when he had his arm around you in the bar, and when he held your hand as you fled the scene, and he wondered how soft and warm you were elsewhere.

"Your thoughts are filthy."

He bristled immediately, sitting straighter in his seat and eyes going slightly wide, either forgetting you can read minds or not realizing you'd be doing it right then. It only took a moment for him to regain his composure, before he took one long, last drink of his brandy and set the glass on the table in front of him. He turned his whole body to the side to face you, as you sat on the opposite end of the couch, wearing a small, somewhat mischievous smile.

"I suppose there is no sense in denying it, is there?"

"What game are you playing, Zemo?" you snapped. He was rattling you. As much as you hated to admit it, he was. For the entirety of the time you'd been around him, this wanted criminal had been flustering you, and goddammit it, you wanted to know if it was accidental, or for nefarious purposes. He could be using it as a tactic to throw you off your game, so that he could get away when it was just the two of you – like right now.

"There is no game, Liebling," he stated softly and sincerely, sensing your discomfort. Slowly, he scooted closer to you on the couch, so that the arm he had laid across the back of it was now behind you, as he stared intently into your eyes. "Merely the natural response of a man who has been widowed and then locked in a prison cell, and therefore has not known the touch of a woman in many years, sitting next to a woman of absolute ethereal beauty."

You said nothing, merely stared at him, sizing him up to see if he was toying with you or telling the truth. Zemo sensed your lack of belief in his words.

"If you doubt my true intentions, you are welcome to delve as deep into my mind as you'd like to find the truth."

In all honesty, you'd have done that already if you weren't trying to avoid being even more flustered by his thoughts about you – but you couldn't tell him that. So, you did as he bade you, and searched his mind to find any shred of malevolence towards you, but you came out empty-handed. Zemo genuinely just wanted you, craved you, like a starved man sitting in front of an endless buffet. He watched you carefully as you came to this conclusion, and although you said nothing further, he knew that you had found what you needed to know.

"Just say the word, and I will never approach the topic again, as well as attempt to quiet my thoughts about you. But if there is any part of you... deep inside you," Zemo paused, eyes grazing you up and down purposefully, before continuing, "that has any interest in being with me... I will do anything to bring that to fruition."

The ball was in your court now. You could tell him to get bent and never speak to you like this again… or you could get your rocks off, and maybe even get something more in return.

"Such as?"

"Name it, Schätzchen. Anything you want. A car, a mansion, jewels – say it and it's yours, if you will be mine," Zemo proposed earnestly, licking his lips quickly as he looked at you, visibly thrilled that he was getting somewhere with you.

You weren't the type to accept gifts from men you barely know, but… this was Zemo. A man who had done a great many terrible things, which soothed your guilty conscience. So, you said the first thing that came to mind.

"A car," you blurted out, then explained, "Mine broke down a week ago, and it's beyond repair, so… a car."

"Tell me the make and model of your preference and I'll have it delivered to your home within a week's time," Zemo said calmly, then brushed a lock of hair away from your face, before allowing his fingers to trail delicately along your cheek and jawline. "Is that all, Kätzchen?"

"No. One more thing," you replied, then looked at him sternly. "You must agree to never speak of this to Bucky or Sam."

"You have my word," he assured you, smiling in amusement.

"Then I'm yours."

Zemo's smile faded slowly, and he merely stared at you for a split second, before cupping your face in his hands and pulled you into a searing kiss, full of ferocity and sheer desperation. It shouldn't have been this easy, to kiss a man who's done such terrible things – yet here you were, melting into his embrace, allowing him to pull you into his lap and straddle him, your hands resting on his shoulders and gripping the black fabric of his turtleneck. His hands laid flat against your back as he kissed you in this new position, slowly gliding down, down your sides and to your hips. He kissed you in a way that was feverish and fast and hungry, as his fingers dug into your skin, holding you firmly against him as if he were fearful that this was all a dream and you'd disappear at any moment. Upon taking a peek into his mind, you realized that was actually exactly what he was thinking. Additionally, he mentally spoke to you directly, somehow knowing you were reading his thoughts at that moment.

"Tell me if I do anything that you do not like, and know that you have absolute freedom to end this at any given moment."

You pulled away slightly to nod in confirmation that you received his message, before resuming the kiss. Mind hazy and instincts taking over, you found yourself tugging his bottom lip between your teeth, earning a low groan from Zemo. One of his hands darted upwards to grab a fistful of your hair, right against your scalp at the base of your neck, and he pulled on it harshly, causing you to let out a wonton moan. He then laid that hand flat against the back of your neck, holding your lips firmly against his as he kissed you with even more fervor, and the other vacated its position on your hip to slide slowly up your torso, until he began palming your beast through your shirt. You moaned softly against his lips, but not as loudly as a moment ago.

Zemo wanted more, needed more; he longed to hear you loud and desperate. So he delved that hand at your neck back into your hair, gripping it tightly once more, and used it to pull your head backwards a bit, so that he could have better access to your neck. The action itself, and the tightness of his grip, earned an embarrassingly loud moan to escape your lips, and you felt him smile against your skin. He moved his hand to the middle of your back, supporting you as you leaned back a bit to grant him better access. As he littered your neck and décolletage with kisses, you felt him pull the neckline of your blouse down a little, then felt the sharp pain of a bite on your chest, above your breast. When you looked at him with narrowed eyes, he wore a cocky little grin.

"You should not be surprised, Liebling. I know you saw that I've been wanting to do that all day when you read my mind," he noted. "Wear a high neckline tomorrow, it will be fine."

Before you could respond, Zemo pulled you flush against his chest with that hand behind your back, and into another heated kiss. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and without thinking, you ground your hips down on the bulge resting against your core beneath your skirt. He groaned, both hands flying to your hips to push them down again, guiding them as you repeated the action. It only took a minute or two of this before Zemo had enough, abruptly grabbing you by the throat and throwing you down onto the couch beside him. He then loomed over you, one hand propping himself up and the other applying slight pressure to your throat, gazing at you with admiration in those searing eyes, pupils blown wide from lust. You looked right back at him, pupils undoubtedly dilated as well, eyes half-lidded, panting a little, and hair a bit of a mess.

"You are an absolute vision," Zemo praised softly, to which you smiled, then he released his grip on your neck to lean down and kiss you again. That only lasted a moment, before he broke the kiss to pull your blouse up and over your head, tossing it carelessly to the side. Your bra joined it shortly after, then he moved to your skirt, fussing with the zipper for a moment, but it seemed to be caught on something, as it wouldn't budge. Before you could interject and state that you'd get the zipper yourself, Zemo ripped the seam apart with his hands, before tearing the article from your body and tossing it like he had with the blouse. A gasp escaped you, but you had no time to think much about his actions, before he was pulling off your panties and bra as well, dropping them somewhere beside the couch.

He was then looming over you again, kissing you breathless as he rested on one elbow while the other hand toyed with your nipple, his knee coming up to rest between your legs as he laid between your body and the back of the couch. You tangled your fingers in Zemo's hair, moaning against his lips as you sought friction against his leg. He smiled softly against your lips, before your hands wandered, finding the hem of his shirt and tugging it off of him. You had just managed to get his belt off before his hand left your breast, trailing downwards across your torso as he moved his knee further away from you, before delving between your hips and expertly locating your clit.

No longer capable of focusing on ridding Zemo of his clothes, your hands gripped his shoulders, and he hissed deliciously as your nails dug into his skin when he began rubbing small, methodical circles on your clit. Small moans fell from your lips as he watched the way your mouth hung open slightly, face relaxed and eyes closed as you enjoyed his work. But again, he wanted more, needed more. Still observing you, he delved his middle and ring fingers into your core, causing you to let out a loud gasp that faded into a long, low moan. Zemo smiled to himself. That was the reaction he was dying for.

He kissed you senseless, drinking in your moans and gasps of pleasure like wine, his free hand cradling the back of your head as your arms wrapped around his neck. It didn't take Zemo long to find that sweet spot, deep inside you – as he'd subtly alluded to earlier – that longed for his attention the most.

You couldn't help but moan loudly and cry out, "Fuck! Baron!" Zemo growled low in your ear, clearly a fan of your usage of his title as he picked up the pace, fucking you with his fingers with expert precision and speed, sending you hurtling over the edge with a string of curses in both Sokovian and English. By the time he removed his fingers from you and stood, you were seeing stars, breathing heavily as you laid flat against the couch. When your dazed gaze found him, he was naked from the waist down, and was just finishing rolling a condom over his length. You had no idea where he got it from, but you were way beyond giving a shit at this point. Zemo then rejoined you on the couch, roughly spreading your legs apart as he kneeled between them, looking at you with a primal, deep hunger in his eyes.

"You are certain that you want this?"

"Yes, please – fuck," you cut yourself off as he began rubbing your clit again.

"Yes please, what?" His voice was low, teasing, as he continued his work below. "I want to hear you say it again, Kätzchen."

"Yes, please, Baron."

"Good girl."

Zemo took your leg and rested your calf on his shoulder, before easing himself into you, agonizingly slow. You watched through half-lidded eyes as his brows furrowed together, his jaw went slack, and his eyes squeezed shut as he bottomed out. He was silent, but you very much preferred it when he was a bit vocal. So, you flexed your muscles down there, and he groaned, letting his forehead fall against your shoulder.

"Do not do that if you want this to last long," Zemo suggested through clenched teeth. You smiled to yourself, then said the magic word that you knew would get him going.

"Yes, Baron."

He growled again, right in your ear, then sat more upright to begin a harsh, quick pace of thrusting. His hips collided with your body each time, causing a delicious sort of pain, and he leaned down to lock you in a messy, deep kiss.

A few minutes later, Zemo moved your other calf to his shoulder as well, and the new position enabled him to get delectably deep inside you. You raked your nails down his chest, watching as a shudder ran down his spine, all the while releasing small, breathless moans and whimpers. When he opened his eyes again to gaze down at you, he licked his lips before delving both hands under your head and into your hair, and forcefully gripped two fitfuls of it at the base of your skull. The moan that tore its way from your throat was animalistic, as your nails dug into his forearms as you desperately gripped them from their positions on either side of your head. Just then, he hit a spot deep inside of you, and that familiar, tight coil in your lower belly began to form.

"Fuck! Right there, Baron, please, right there!"

"As you wish, Schätzchen."

Zemo began to thrust even faster, careful to maintain the same angle as he released his grip on your hair and leaned up a bit, so that he could resume rubbing your clit. Moans began to fall from your lips practically endlessly, and somehow, you still needed more. More, more, more. You took his free hand and laid it on your neck, and he instinctively wrapped his fingers around your throat, careful to apply pressure on the sides but not the front, as to avoid harming you. When he opened his eyes once again and looked down at you, he couldn't stop the moan that escaped him.

"You will be the death of me, mein Engel," Zemo whispered, seemingly more to himself. All you could do was moan in response.

"Baron, I'm going to – fuck – I'm —"

"Yes, come for me, Kätzchen. I want to feel you."

That was all the encouragement it took. Well, that plus how perfectly he was rubbing your bundle of nerves, and how his pace nor angle had faltered once since you had requested exactly that. You came undone again, legs shaking as your nails clawed at his shoulder blades, earning a series of groans from him. As you came down from your high, Zemo's hips began to falter, enthralled by the waterfall you had become, soaking the base of his cock as your walls squeezed around him. His hand at your wet heat abruptly moved to grip your hip, at the same moment his hand around your throat clutched at your hair again, and he met his end with a loud, gruff moan as he spoke a mantra of nonsensical praises and your name.

Zemo rested on his arms on either side of your head, and he let your legs fall to the sides of him, breathing hard against your neck as he occasionally peppered kisses there. He remained inside you for a few moments, savoring the feeling, before you chose to have a bit of extra fun by flexing your lower muscles and squeezing yourself around him again. With a sharp intake of breath, he pulled out of you, shooting you a glare.

In Sokovian, he murmured, "You are a naughty little thing."

"You adore it."

"That I do," Zemo conceded, then stood and walked off to the restroom. You heard the tap run, and a few moments later, he returned with a glass of water for you, sitting beside your feet on the couch and resting his heels on the coffee table. He was exceptionally handsome like this; still catching his breath, sweat glistening on his forehead and chest, a content look upon his face. You spent a minute or two admiring him, before he looked over to you, and a smile blossomed on his lips.

"I cannot thank you enough for that. I must admit, I spent countless nights alone in my cell, dreaming about getting to touch a woman like that again. Especially considering the fall of our country, I never could have imagined I would be lucky enough to lay with a stunning, intelligent Sokovian woman."

"In the spirit of confessions, it's been a while for me, too. My last boyfriend was about two years ago. And I'm not the one-night-stand type. So, do with that what you will," you stated, earning a small chuckle from Zemo. You sat up so that you were sitting beside him, instead of laying down, as you continued. "I fantasized about it a lot myself, but I never even dared to think my next time would be as good as this was."

Zemo smiled, a mix of pride and joy, then his smile softened as he leaned toward you, brushing a lock of hair away from your face. "This doesn't have to be our last time, you know. I would be honored to have you as often as you'd allow me to. And I assure you, I would make it worth your while. I will give you whichever vehicles your heart desires, more jewelry than you know what to do with, take you to the most beautiful places in the world, dine at only the finest restaurants – and above all, treat you like my queen. Take care of me, and I will take care of you, Liebling."

You allowed your curiosity to get the better of you, as usual when you feared that someone was lying to you. You searched his mind for any fraction of false pretenses, but there were none. The man simply found you intoxicating, and would do whatever it takes to keep drinking you in.

The arrangement wouldn't exactly be an easy one, nor would it be all that wise – nor morally correct, in all honesty. But he was undeniably sexy, and the danger and reprehensibility of it all made it that much more alluring. And besides all that – the way his power and wealth turned you on, how good he was capable of making you feel – most Sokovians were dead, and you missed home. Getting to speak your native tongue with him, chat about your country – it made you feel at home with him.

But you wouldn't give Zemo the satisfaction of agreeing to him that quickly.

“We'll see.”

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Part Two

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