#always try to be nice and to the point and send regards and whatever

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[writing-with-olive]

How to make a call script to talk about a bill

Alright, so if you're here you've probably seen those posts about "call your senator/rep/whomever about xyz" but then don't include a script. Here's a formula to making your own. Remember that you will likely to be talking to an aide, not the person themself, so you'll be using third person (he/she) rather than second person (you/your). Once you fill in the script for yourself on whatever your issue is, pass that new script around. Calling your representatives is a numbers game, not a uniqueness game, and a completed script helps with accessibility.

If you want to do this but need help, especially if you're trying to call a politician who usually doesn't align with you, feel free to send me (op) an ask and I'll lend a hand. It's a good skill to have, but it's not always intuitive if you've never done it before!

Option 1: The Basic I've never had this version take more than a minute, and since the bulk of calls are boiled down to a yea/nay without much regard for content outside of that, it does it's job.

Hi. I'm calling today from [place your person represents] as a constituent of [name of your person]. I heard about [bill number], or the [name of bill], and was calling to express my [support/concern] for it, as it would seriously [benefit/harm][name of your person]'s constituents in my community. Because of this, I'm calling on [him/her] to vote [yes/no] when the bill comes to a floor vote. (They'll say that they'll pass it along) Thank you, I appreciate that. Have a good day. *hang up*

Option 2: The Deluxe This one takes a little more effort, but can help your call stand out a bit, which helps indicate that you actually do care. Before you call, look on their website to see if they've supported any initiatives similar to the one you're calling about (even if it's kinda tangential). This works because most people call to complain, so saying "you're doing a good job" is a nice change of pace. They're people too, even if they're detached.

Hi. I'm calling today from [place your person represents] as a constituent of [name of your person]. I heard about [bill number], or the [name of bill], and was calling to express my [support/concern] for it, as it would seriously [benefit/harm][name of your person]'s constituents in my community by [main selling point of your bill/reason to vote it down]. As someone who expects my [office of person]s to look out for the people of [place your person represents], I was pleased to see [name of person] vote [for/against] the [name of bill] bill, showing their commitment to [main selling point of example bill/reason to vote it down]. To continue this trend, I'm calling on [him/her] to vote [yes/no] when the [name of bill] comes to a floor vote. (They'll say that they'll pass it along) Thank you, I appreciate that. Have a good day. *hang up*

[k-hotchoisan]

mmmmmm been thinkin abt photographer!san right nd he is know for his boudoir photography but his latest client’s got him in a chokehold like god how is she so fuckin sexy nd he can’t focus at all bc fuck all he wants to do is fuck her senseless— HELP

Your wish is my command Angel! Thank you for being patient 😘

As always, enjoy 🩷

snap.

<Choi san x fem!reader>

Synopsis: encouraged by your friend, you give boudoir photography a try after recovering from a break up, you find yourself doing more than just be a model.

Genres/warnings: smut, boudoir photographer!San x model!reader, sexual tension, unprotected sex, cream pies, mention of oral

Taglist: @bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff @choisansplushie @voicesinmyhead-rc @pre1ttyies

“Boudoir photography?” You reiterate. Your friend nods.

“A friend of a friend of a friend tried it recently and apparently she’s been full of confidence. Her boyfriend adores it too!” Your friend squeals.

You scrunch your eyebrows, wondering how semi-nude photos taken by a professional photographer in this niche would boost one’s confidence.

Your friend’s eyes dart to you again, and then your phone pings. You look at the link your friend sent you. It’s a referral code for a promotion. You turn to her, gaze still dripping with skepticism.

“Come on, just try it. You’re a lovely person and you deserve to see it for yourself! Boudoir photography might really help at not being constantly self critical.”

You weren’t an entirely insecure person, and you were sure of that. It’s just that, after the rough break up with your ex, and seeing them move on instantly (like two fuckin weeks) with a new partner, undoubtedly was a gut punch to your self esteem, while you were still stuck grieving over the lost relationship and wasted time.

You’ve heard of boudoir photography, but you’ve never actually understood the concept of it, considering that it was niche, and that you don’t really know the point of it. You glance down at the referral link before deciding to just fuck it and sign up.

San is working overtime again, meticulously editing and touching up the photos. It’s become a natural part of him to almost be a perfectionist, whether when on the ground taking photos of the model or the post editing process. But he never loses the sight of letting the women shine naturally through their photos. After all, in such a niche market, they picked him. Definitely, he has his mix of male boudoir models, but the women evidently take up a higher ratio. He understands that one of the most important aspects of boudoir photography is trust and comfort with his models, which has them coming back for more sessions, sometimes even with their partners.

Setting up his own business in such a niche market was difficult of course, and he’s grateful that he’s managed to make a name for himself. But sometimes he’s grateful that his good looks are an added bonus to drawing in his clients.

His email pings and it makes him pause his work. Maybe he should finish it tomorrow. San glances at the fresh email that sits in his inbox.

An appointment via referral.

He opens it, and looks through the client’s information. At the bottom box for comments, sits a short question.

[Just wondering, what should I expect for my appointment? Is there anything I should prepare?]

He takes a moment before he drafts a reply.

[Hey there! Nice to meet you. I’m Choi San, boudoir photographer of Woodie’s Studios. First of all, thank you for choosing our studio for your boudoir experience!

Regarding your question, come in with an open mind. For what to wear, you may bring a set of clothes/lingerie of whatever you feel confident in.

I don’t bite, I promise!]

He reads the reply a second time before he hits send. It’s not as if it’s the first time he’s gotten questions like these anyway. His train of concentration is broken, so he decides to call it a night.

You reach the opaque door of a clean-looking studio apartment. The sign has San’s studio name and logo imprinted on it, so you’re sure that you are at the right location.

You press the door bell and it chimes a lovely tune. There is a quiet pause, before the door handle clicks and the door itself pulls back. Before you stood a really, no, an insanely good looking, tall male. His glasses rest loosely on the bridge of his nose as his small eyes meet yours. His brunette hair is slightly messy. He wears an expression of confusion at first, but it turns into something unreadable. You think for a spilt second that he may have gotten the wrong client, but your rationale reminds you that you did send him photos of yourself so he’s able to recognise you. You blink once, then twice because you were starting to get lost at how handsome your photographer was.

“Choi San..?” you say, with a small tilt of your head.

Then it’s his turn to blink, and he snaps out of that small trance he seemed to be caught in for a few seconds. Then a smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he greets you.

“Hey! Y/n right? Sorry, was tryna recognise you. I promise I don’t usually take that long to process”, he chuckles, pulling the door wider as he ushers you in, reminding you to switch out your shoes for the apartment slippers.

The hallway San brings you down is brightly lit and spilt into a couple of sections which you assumed one of them would be the photo studio itself. A couple of posters of pin up girls hang on the walls, all of them beautiful and stunning.

He then stops at a glass door and pushes it, to what you assumed to be his office.

“Make yourself comfortable. I’ll get you a cup of tea. Any preferences?”, he gestures. You shake your head as you let yourself sink into the velvet couch, gingerly leaving your bag of clothing beside you. San gives a polite nod and excuses himself to the pantry.

And the moment the door shuts behind him, he tears his glasses off the bridge of his nose and hooks the branch onto his collar.

His hand is placed over his heart.

San has photographed many different women over the course of his career, some breathtakingly beautiful. But none has ever made his heart skip a beat and caused his words to be stuck at the back of his throat, not like you did. He doesn’t know what has gotten into him. It wasn’t like he didn’t know how you looked like—the pictures you sent served that purpose. Maybe it was the fact that he never expected you to look like that in real life, and for once, he almost doesn’t know how to react. His thoughts are all over the place as he paces into the pantry to prepare your tea. As he’s dipping the tea bag into the piping hot water, he begins feeling self conscious—was his hair too shrivelled? Did he smell bad? Was there something on his face? He tightens his grip on the mug and hastily makes his way back to his office.

San returns, with a smile on his face as he settles the cup onto the coffee table before you, and he joins you, seated on a velvet armchair across you.

“Take your time”, he reassures. “We can start after this, if you’re feeling comfortable, or we can just talk a little to ease your nerves.” It doesn’t take you much to think—you opt for the latter of course.

San laughs and nods. “I get that a lot, especially from first time female clients. It’s valid of course, having a male being your photographer for boudoir can sound off-putting. Perhaps looking at my portfolio might put you slightly at ease?” He reaches out for a large and thick leather-bound photo album. You let it rest on your lap as you receive it with a soft “thank you”, and flip the album open, and you’re instantly awestruck—San’s work spoke for himself. The models were diverse, both in nationalities and body shapes, all equally stunning and sensual in their own expressive ways. The only common denominator was the glint of genuine emotion and confidence reflected in their eyes.

You wonder to yourself—could you look and feel as confident as them? As you skim through the pictures, you feel yourself falling in love with the models as well—their genuine smiles when they do and the gazes they give.

When San catches himself staring at you being absorbed in admiring his portfolios, he feels his cheeks flush and he looks down, wondering what you think of it all.

“I see why you have so many clients. The pictures are gorgeous”, you say, shutting the photo album and handing it back to him. San flashes a sheepish smile and mutters a “thank you” loud enough for you to hear. The silence in the room remains a for awhile as you sip the tea, letting it calm your nerves. You don’t even know it but the person with actual jittery nerves was San himself, a feeling that he never expected to feel since the last time he did was when he started out this business three years ago.

“So… what’s the goal of being a boudoir model, if you don’t mind me asking? Like was it a long time thing you wanted to try or was it something spontaneous?” He asks to break the silence.

“I broke up with my ex recently”, you respond curtly, before taking another sip of the tea. Damn, this is some good ass tea. San blinks at your reply, unsure of what to make out of the bluntness. Before he attempts to reply, you continue, “and my friend sent me a referral to your studio, and I thought to myself, why not? I want to feel confident in my own skin. Also, I think it’s an interesting way of self exploration.” Your gaze meets his, and it’s his turn to look awestruck. You try to ignore the flutter in your chest when he laughs softly, when his smile reaches his eyes. It’s the way that he’s confident of his craft, and it’s making you warm up to him even more.

Your fingertips tap on the mug softly. Your gaze lands on the photobook once more.

“Does taking such risqué pictures affect you when you first started out?” You ask before taking another sip. San ponders about the question for awhile. He has people asking him that before, but for some reason, he wants to be slightly more transparent with you.

“I don’t see about my clients in a sexual way, even if they physically look appealing to me. In the end, self confidence and comfort always comes first, and I think that’s what I enjoy seeing in my clients when they become more comfortable in their own skin. People don’t understand how difficult it is to fully love yourself”, he replies.

That’s when you understand why San’s photography studio had so many recurring clients.

“Why boudoir? I think sensuality and intimacy is a form of art. It’s beautiful—watching people discover parts of themselves they never knew existed and falling in love. You don’t have to be conventionally attractive to be a boudoir model.

The money’s good, of course, but the satisfaction of watching my clients giving me feedback of them realising they deserve to love themselves more, or discovering other sides of themselves is nothing short of rewarding.”

By the time he’s done explaining, you feel a rush of confidence in yourself. It’s only been about ten minutes since the both of you just sat and talked, but you see that he definitely prioritises your comfort before he even begins the sessions. You ball your fingers into a fist, meeting San’s gaze with determination, telling him, “I think I’m ready.”

San’s eyes brighten up. “Great! You can use the bathroom to the left, and I’ll meet you at the photo studio just opposite the office.” He stands up, opening the door for you, and you bow slightly in courtesy as you head to the washroom to change. San’s heart beats faster, wondering what you’re gonna wear for the shoot.

San is fixing the sheets of the bed, then the studio lights at the perfect angle he wants it to be. His heart is still racing as he walks over to the tripod, glancing over at the door from time to time, awaiting for your arrival.

He perks up when he sees you walk in with a bathrobe on and he greets you cheerfully again, trying to hide his excitement.

You wave back with a smile, letting the environment of the photo studio sink in. The basic package for first timers consisted of a bed shoot, so it’s no surprise you see a bed in the middle of the room, covered in white. The bed looks comfy and you giggle to yourself, wondering if you’d end up falling asleep mid-shoot from how nice the bed looks.

“Anytime you’re ready”, San reminds you, carrying the tripod in one hand, his biceps flexing as he does, and it makes you blush slightly, which was ridiculous. Why are you swooning over your handsome photographer carrying the tripod with one arm? Suddenly you’re self conscious again, your fingers clutching against the black bathrobe. It was frustrating that you couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was making you nervous, but you weren’t about to back out.

San continues to adjust his camera on the tripod, and his gaze absentmindedly shifts towards you, and his breath gets stuck in his throat, watching you undress from the bathrobe, revealing a white button up over black lace lingerie. It’s not anything new, but for some reason he can’t seem to tear his eyes off you—the way the panties hugs your hips and the bra cups your breasts, the garter belt hugging your waist and the straps hanging past your panties. He watches you climb onto the bed, eyes shutting briefly as you sink into the mattress with a soft smile.

He’s not confident that he’s able to last through the shoot, not when you’re looking like that.

“Is it too cold here?” San asks, trying to divert his attention from his perverse thoughts. You pop up from the sheets, the collars of the shirt slipping past your shoulders, obviously too big for you. That does nothing to help him with his thoughts.

“No, I think the temperature’s okay. Shall we get started?” You ask, buttoning up your shirt, the white material pathetically sheer that San is able to see the black bra peeking through.

The sight of you in an oversized shirt on, with no pants, just your underwear on is like a meal for San’s eyes. He hides behind the camera to hide his flushing cheeks, only to face your body through the viewfinder, watching you preparing to pose as you position yourself at the end of the bed, turning your body slightly to the side with one leg up, your thighs in full view, with the sleeves of the shirt covering most of your fingers, and your gaze right into the camera lens.

San takes a deep breath. Forty five minutes. He can do this.

“Sure. Ready whenever you are, y/n.”

It turns out to be a very agonising forty five minutes. While the both of you were cracking jokes during the shoot, San finds himself getting more distracted when you gradually remove your shirt, and when your poses grow ever more risqué—at one point you remove your bra and fit your shirt over again, which definitely made San grow very restless when he’s unable to tear his eyes away from your bare chest.

Midway through the shoot, all that swarms his mind is wondering how your body would feel against his, how your bare skin would feel under his hands, what kind of faces you would make when you’re under him.

What kind of noises you would make for him when he fits his cock right into you. He wants to fuck you so hard that your mind goes blank—so good that you’ll never remember your ex.

San blinks, his finger still on the shutter button. He doesn’t know what washed over him, but what he does know is the taut feeling in his pants, and he internally heaves a sigh of relief that he decided to wear cargo pants. Nonetheless, he hopes that it isn’t obvious. Well, it shouldn’t be, as long as you don’t ask for close up shots.

“San! Could you come closer for my close ups?” You call out, letting the collar of your shirt fall off your shoulder once more, revealing your bare shoulders, and reminding him that you were still braless underneath the loose clothing article.

Fuck.

San forces a smile, unlatching his camera and trying to walk normally without letting his erection steal your attention.

He reaches to where you are, reminding himself to stay professional, but when he meets your playful gaze, all he wants to do is pin you down. Your eyes twinkle with allure as you prepare your next pose. You get it now—the confidence that slowly trickles into you after every photo taken. You’ve never realised that you had this side of yourself, not until now, and you love it.

The close up shots only spell another layer of doom for San—he adores the budding confidence that you exude, but it makes it even harder for him to hold back, watching you make sultry expressions and poses close up. Through the viewfinder, his eyes try to focus on taking the photo but he finds himself being entranced by your stare. He counts down, then taking a few shots, not missing the growing smile you had.

San puts his camera away, reaching forward to your face to remove a stray hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear, and his touch is warm on your face. It’s then you realise how physically close San is to you—you smell his cologne and it leaves your mind blank for a spilt second. He’s absorbed in fixing your hair, combing the strays off your face, the sound of his quiet breathing the only thing you hear. You look away, wondering if your heartbeat is loud enough for him to hear, and you hope it isn’t. San gives you a soft smile when his eyes finally meet yours.

He pulls back, preparing to take his camera for the next shot, but his leg gets tangled in the sheets.

Everything happens in a spilt second—his knee that shifts forward at first, pressing against the sheet that has unknowingly tangled around his other leg, then San trying to get up quickly with the tangled leg, realising a little too late by the time he falls right onto the bed.

Right onto you.

He almost squishes you. Almost. But he lands above you, supported by his elbows just in time before his body is in contact with yours.

Your heart races, way too quick for you to even process what just occurred. All knew you was:

One; San is right above you,

Two; his lips are hovering over yours,

Three; you feel something pressing against your pelvis.

And San stares down at you, his heart beating in his ears. He takes in the sight of you below him—eyes looking up at him through fluttered lashes, your heat radiating against his skin, your lips slightly parted in surprise.

As well as the strain in his pants when his eyes instinctively lower to your bare chest, your nipples peeking through your shirt, and that his little problem is just resting right on you.

“I’m sorry”, San whispers, breaking the silence that had hung between the both of you. “This usually doesn’t happen…”

You crack an amused smile. “Usually?”you reiterate teasingly. A tint of red flushes San’s cheeks and his clothed erection presses harder against your bare skin, and it makes you bite your lip.

“Fuck. I mean, this never happens. It’s just.. I’ve never felt this way about my boudoir models…”, he trails off. “I think you’re fucking stunning since you entered the studio, and I think you’re even more stunning now.”

Your heart flutters at his confession and this time, you feel yourself blush. A soft laugh escapes from the male above you when he sees you avoid eye contact from the shyness. His strings of rationale—yelling at him to stay professional—is snapping. He’s not lying. He’s never felt so attracted to any of his models before, until you, and now that he has you trapped under him, he doesn’t want to lose that chance.

“Should we end the session here?” San asks, with a quick glance at your pretty red lips.

Your fingers are playing with the dangling silver chain that he wears. He lets you, waiting for your response before he catches your gaze dances back to meet his again. Your hands shift to caress San’s jaw, and he takes it as a sign to make his move. You inhale softly as you feel his lips press onto yours, and it makes your head spin with glee. He tastes so heavenly, and your legs clench at the feeling that flutters between your thighs.

San slightly presses his body weight onto you, his erection only growing harder against your thigh. But it looks like he’s taking his time.

His fingertips warm your skin, and he lets them slip up your body, until he’s at your chest, barely covered by the sheer cotton material. His thumbs grazes against your nipples, and you gasp in between open mouthed kisses. You feel him smile, and he applies pressure, and the sensation goes right to your pussy.

He pulls back, watching your lip stick smudged, and your eyes dilate. You can’t help but feel entranced by San, and now you’re wondering how his face would look like when he falls apart.

And it makes you excited.

San lulls you back from your thoughts when you feel his lips suck softly against your neck, and now your fingers are playing with his soft locks of hair.

He’s slightly embarrassed at the way he’s growing even harder when he gingerly peels the white shirt away. His hands cup your bare tits, and he lowers himself to your left tit, giving it a couple of hungry licks and sucks, leaving your back arching and your mouth agape from how ticklish his tongue feels as he flicks your nipple. He doesn’t neglect the other nipple, giving it the same attention as he relishes in the way you fall apart for him. When he has his fun of sucking and making sure your nipples swell while you moan and tug his hair, he pulls away.

He sits up, pulls his shirt over his head and you’re left drooling at how chiseled his body looks. San unbuttons his pants and yanks it off, alongside his boxers, and you watch with awe as his cock springs out—hard and heavy against his abdomen. Your panties are tugged off you in no time, and you don’t miss the way his cock twitches when his eyes land on your slick covered cunt.

“You’re gonna be the death of me”, you hear him mutter before he collides his lips against yours once more. You squeal when you feel his fingers press onto your clit, giving it small rubs, watching and soaking your reactions—your whines and whimpers. There is a dull buzz in your mind every time your bundle of nerves get stimulated, and it builds up in your tummy.

“Oh god, you’re getting even wetter”, he sighs, his fingers completely soaked.

“It feels good. So good. Keep doing that”, you whisper, your fingers pressing against his arm. Your moans only grow louder as San picks up the speed on rubbing your clit, and it’s sending you over the edge way quicker than you wanted to.

San lowers himself to your head, and his husky voice vibrates in your ears.

“That’s it, keep coming undone. Let your mind shut off. You look so fucking beautiful like that.”

“San, San, fuck. I’m gonna cum. Oh fuck-“

Your eyes roll back as your orgasm washes over you, your body tensing as pleasure becomes the only thing you know. You barely catch onto the dirty things San is telling you, but you know he’s encouraging you to cum on his fingers like a good girl.

He makes sure he has your orgasm drawn out as long as possible, your mind completely blown out at that point. San sucks off your arousal on his fingers, before giving his cock a few pumps.

“You taste like heaven, babe. I’ll get a taste of that cunt soon, but right now, I really can’t wait”, San huffs, trying to keep himself composed as he slowly fucks his hand.

“San, hurry up, please. I need you, so fucking bad”, you whine, your fingers pulling your wet folds open for him.

His breathing goes heavy at your words. “Damn, the shoot really got you heated,” San teases.

“I can’t help it if my photographer makes me wet”, you reply with a playful smile.

Something seems to snap in San when he hears that—all he’s thinking about is wanting to drive his cock so deep into you that your mind completely blanks out.

So that’s what he does.

San lines up his cock to your entrance and pushes and inch in. His eyes dart to your face, licking the bottom of his lip when he watches your face contort into pleasure. His hands stroke your thighs as he pushes in a couple more inches, soaking in your broken moans as he stretches you out. He forces himself to stay composed despite the fact that you’re squeezing him with your warm and soft walls.

He manages to bury himself right to the hilt and he gasps at how perfectly fitted his cock is in you, an uncontrollable moan escaping his lips when he feels you convulse around his cock.

“San, you’re so big. I’m so filled”, you whimper through glazed eyes, his cock completely cutting off other senses as your thighs tremble. A smile tugs at his lips.

“I’m gonna fuck you now, pretty”, San tells you. Despite that, he waits for your green signal before he pulls out and drives his cock right into you.

Your mind switches off the moment his cock is fucking your pussy, because that’s all that matters. It’s so good. So fucking good.

His hands slither to your wrists, and has them pinned over your head as his cock pistons into you. You swear he’s driving you to be cock dumb by the end of this, but not like you fucking minded anyway.

“Look at you. Growing stupid over my cock already. So fucking adorable.”

You only nod in reply, biting your lip as his cock continues to render you speechless. Now San has completely flooded into the smallest crooks of your mind. San has his mind blank, his eyes darting from your fucked out expression to your bouncing tits.

Your cunt flutters once again and tears are pooling at the corner of eyes. The sounds of wet skin slapping echo around the studio.

“…wanna touch you”, you mutter. Despite the face that you loved that he was holding you down, you are feeling desperate to feel his skin as you dance on the fence of your orgasm. San releases your wrists, and he props himself better as he continues to pound into you, hitting the soft, spongy spot over and over again when he has your legs folded. When his pulls out, his cock is covered in a creamy mess. His head spins and his ego inflates at the thought him being the one who drove you to this point of mind blanking pleasure.

“No, no, I’m gonna cum again. So good. San!” His name leaving your lips as a whine. Your hands are gripping onto the loose unbuttoned sleeves of your shirt. His hands take yours and places them on his on his sides, and he groans at the way you’re clawing him.

“Shit. Fuck!” San curses when you cream on his cock even more on top of your walls hugging him tightly. You let go on his cock with a pleasured sob, legs twitching.

It’s not long before a long drawn out moan San releases as his warm cum completely floods your tight hole. He swears he wants to keep his cock tucked in your pussy because it feels that fucking good.

His face—oh, his fucking face when he orgasms. You barely recover from your second orgasm to watch San fall apart while he empties in your pussy, and it almost drives you to your third orgasm. Almost.

The both of you remain still for a moment, only breathing filling in the silence. Then, San slowly pulls out, watching the way his cum leaks out of your abused hole.

San pulls back, and he realises that he’s never seen a more beautiful sight—you, splayed out in nude, only covered by a measly white shirt that inevitably drives him crazy, with cum leaking out of your pretty hole while your body twitches against the white sheets.

He thinks that it’s a pity that his camera is out of reach, because it’s such a beautiful shot.

You glance at San with a shy smile as he hands you your panties. He hooks the your legs into the panties and pulls it up to your hips. You feel another load stain your panties while your thighs twitch.

San dresses himself quickly and extends his arm for you to take as he leads you off the bed. He knows he’s got extra work to wash the sheets but that’s the least of his worries.

What throws you off is when he pulls you into his arms and kisses your temple.

“I promise I’ve never done to any of my clients”, he reiterates.

“Unprofessional”, you tease, your hands sneaking up his shirt.

“Can’t fucking help it. I never knew fucking an Angel in my studio would be this exhilarating. It makes the thought of washing the bedsheets bearable”, he teases back, letting his fingers tangle in your hair.

Your mind goes completely blank when he tells you to wash out the loads in you, so he’ll fill you up once more when he brings you home, which earns him a slap on the chest. He gestures you to go change up, watching the way you remove your shirt to reveal your bare back, and he makes a mental note to start fucking you from behind.

And back at his place, he does. His eyes are hyper focused on the way your ass bounces on his cock. A loud slap reverberates in his room followed by a whimper.

He stills in you, spilling his load once more into your abused cunt as you cream all over him once again.

Then he has you wrapped up in his arms, peppering you with kisses as you’re teetering off your high.

“Stay over, won’t you?”, San requests, tucking a lock of hair behind your ears. You’re beginning to feel completely enamoured by the male. You nod as you melt into his arms.

San thinks it’s ridiculous how hard and fast he fell for you, but he’s confident that you’re his favourite model, ever.

[flowerbloom-arts]

[~900 word fic based on the events of a segment from Treehouse of Horror Presents: Simpsons Wicked This Way Comes]

Seymour stared at the empty plate in front of Gary and his heart sank. A constant reminder of the unreal thing that sat across him at the table.

Seymour always took pleasure in serving food for his superintendent, it was one of the few things he thought would impress him, but now… the thing that looked like him couldn't even eat it. Seymour was only serving himself in this regard.

He had killed the real Chalmers a month ago now, someone whose body is probably rotting in a dump after Groundskeeper Willie had cleaned it up and thrown away to the no man’s land that all garbagemen send people’s trash to. Skinner could only feel unnerved at the uncharacteristic niceness radiating out of that face. He could almost sense pity out of it.

“Is something wrong, Seymour?” Gary asked, leaning over crossed arms on the table.

Seymour swallowed his resentment and asked him what he thought was a fairly innocuous question, tangential to the illness making his stomach ache; “Gary, why is it that you’re so nice to me, if Chalmers… the real Chalmers… never would be?”

Gary took a moment to calculate his response, one would be fooled into thinking he was thinking humanly. “I’m only his simulacrum, Seymour, meant to occupy you with utmost patience when he couldn't afford to do that himself,” he answered with brutal honesty, just as any robot assistant should, “But I’m not sure if ‘never’ is the right adverb here. He's always been perfectly capable of kindness towards you, it's simply that… something always gets in the way of it.”

Seymour figured as much, and his mind gravitated towards the answer being his own faults – a habit he was taught by Mother with all the criticism she's given him over the years – but he’d rather his assumptions be backed up by an outside source. “And what do you think that might be?” he asked.

Gary furrowed his brow trying to collect whatever clues in his memory bank could point to a clear answer. He shrugged; “He wanted you to be a different person, I think,” he said, not a hundred percent sure of its completeness as an answer, “Someone who could speak to him as an equal and not as a subordinate. Someone interesting he could engage with as a friend. You're a war veteran, right? He thought that surely someone of your experience would offer more interesting insight than consulting him on design and decor choices that never made any difference to him.”

Seymour hung his head over his plate trying to absorb the observations given to him in Chalmers’ familiar voice. All he could feel was a deep disappointment in himself for not measuring up to his superintendent’s expectations and desires, if only he had known… he raised his head with widened eyes when the clone unexpectedly continued;

“But maybe that's not the whole truth,” he speculated, “The original Chalmers’ thoughts are all extremely oxymoronic now that I try to decrypt them all. He revelled in cruelty towards you because it made him feel superior and in control in a situation where he felt aimless, but he didn't want to admit to being cruel only for his own sake; he wanted to know more about you, but if he were to know more about you he would’ve felt that his cruelty was unjustified. He thought willful ignorance would allow him to be blameless, that if anyone were to ever object to his behavior he would be able to rationalize it by saying he's only been judging your present performance with no regard to your mental situation, claim that he couldn't have known better. He's very odd.”

Seymour had stopped eating and leaned back on his chair as he continued listening with great interest and horror.

“He wanted to like you, but for him to like you he needed to know more about you, but knowing more about you would make him feel guilty of his abuse towards you, meaning that liking you would mean he would have to be disgusted at himself, and his ego as a man of stature trumps all else that is important to him. Therefore, he cannot like you in a way that jeopardizes his own moral validity, despite his actual desires…”

Gary looked down at the table and sat in silence, seemingly deciding on what to say to Seymour next. He sighed and rubbed his forehead as if all the contradictions and circular reasoning were making his thought engine overheat.

“If… if it's any consolation to you, Seymour, I like you. I like you in a way that's based on the original Gary’s behavior. I know that probably won't suffice as I am only a simulation of a real person and not the real person himself, but that statement is true to me. Just know that none of his behavior was your fault or responsibility, he was always capable of treating you better and simply chose not to because his pride wouldn't allow it until the moment he was faced with the possibility of death. He was too selfish to change his ways until he was met with the fatal consequences of his treatment of you.”

The pit in Skinner’s stomach grew more vast and painful as he processed it all in silence.

“It's not your fault that you couldn't trust kindness coming out of a cruel man, Seymour,” Gary reassured him. “It’s not.”

Seymour took another moment of deafening silence before nodding in grieving acceptance. “Yes, of course… thank you, Gary,” he replied very quietly.

[writing-nothing-but-spilled-ink]

Anyways this thought came to my head now I'm obligated to share

This is an au where Selina Kyle and Bruce actually get married and are in the process of like sharing a life together

Anyways this is a thing I think would be funny if it happened

Bruce is just excited to tell his friend the good news but his friend isn't exactly thrilled it's 2 am and while Gotham never sleeps Harvey dent aka two face is fucking horrified by the. Text he just received from fucking Bruce Wayne, how he got his number he doesn't fucking know the text in question

JUST GOT MARRIED!!!! 🥳🍾🍻🎉 Also totally off topic but I did not sign a prenup btw any idea of what my shares are Selina is asked for some so I gave her some but I don't actually know what they are

Two face just immediately starts blowing up Bruce's phone trying to get that man to answer is a fucking nightmare especially whenever he gets a new partner to spend time with it's like he can't see behind the pretty girl in front of him, he may be the world's greatest detective but when it comes to romantic partners he's the world's biggest idiot especially when he's in love

Finally two face starts falling Bruce and when he finally does answer he's on speaker with Selina in the room

"Bruce for the love of God tell me you had her sign a goddamn prenup, did you even discuss custody arrangements, HOW AND WHY ARE YOU GIVING HER YOUR SHARES WITHOUT KNOWING WHAT IT IS THAT YOU HAVE TELL ME THAT THIS IS A JOKE".

Bruce: I think your jealous of what I have with Selina, I trust her completely there's no need for a prenup, as for the kids they won't be a problem, and that's precisely why I texted you afterall you were one of my closest advisors for years also I thought you'd be happy for me, ya know it's not my fault yo-"

Two face: BRUCE I AM NOT JEALOUS I AM CONCERNED SELINA IS INFAMOUS FOR BEING INTERESTED IN HER OWN POCKETS AND ANYTHING SHINY, AND NEED I REMIND YOU THAT WE AREN'T FRIENDS WE HAVENT BEEN FRIENDS FOR YEARS IDK IF YOUR DRUNK OR STUPID BUT KNOWING YOU ITS PROBABLY BOTH, YOU NEED TO SEND ME ALL THE PAPERWORK REGARDING YOUR NEW MARRIAGE IMMEDIATELY SO I CAN FIX THIS GODDAMN MESS CAUSE I WILL NOT LISTEN TO YOU CRY AND WHINE WHEN THIS BLOWS UP IN YOUR STUPID ASS FACE DOES ALFRED EVEN ONOW OF YOUR STUPIDITY BECAUSE THIS IS A NEW KIND OF STUPID EVEN FOR YOU WORLDS GREATEST DETECTIVE MY ASS

Bruce merely smiles and says you wouldn't be nearly this worked up if you didn't care I knew you were still in there harv I just wanted the proof that my friend still exists I'd like for you to be my second best man at my wedding also you should come to dinner some time the kids they all miss you, and some of them have started to take an interest in the law you were at the top of your field maybe you could point them in the right direction, as for me and Selina while we did elope it has not get been made official so if you really want me to do all this paperwork you must come over for a family meal Bruce then promptly hangs up leaving Harvey absolutely flabbergasted because wtf just happened and how the fuck, wait did he just get fucking adopted by Bruce Wayne, he's a fucking supervillain and he got roped into attending a family dinner..

A moment later his phone dings and he opens it to see a big list of various foods drinks appetizers and deserts with a text at the bottom that says choose three of your favorites from each category and just dress casual or whatever's most comfortable to you it's only a small family dinner please email Alfred a list of any diet restrictions or food allergies you may have it'll be nice to have you over and don't worry Selina has agreed to play nice I know the two of you haven't always gotten along, his phone lights up again with a Gmail account to Alfred pennyworth two face can't argue so he just sighs exasperated and just RSVPs everything and goes in to see the gotham seamstress for something a bit more fancy for this get together and one extra nice suit for the wedding

[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

Idk why I didn't think of this sooner but I realized your requests were open so I wanted to ask for more Akari and Leo! Literally anything about them tbh, maybe some headcanons with them and a trans/male reader if you're in the mood for it. Otherwise just any information you might wanna ramble about for them would be great!

Sure! It's always nice to get Leo and Akari requests, thanks for sending one in! I hope you enjoy!

Akari and Leo with a trans male S/O

Warnings: Mentions of dysphoria, mentions of hormones and surgery, some angst with comfort, mentions of transphobia, mentions of needles and surgery, mentions of burn scars and partial blindness, Akari's kind of ignorant but he means well

Trans! Male reader

Leo Myers:

-Leo in general doesn't particularly care about his partner's gender too much. He tends to find him more attracted to men, but overall, he doesn't pay much mind to what gender his partner is. That applies to identity too. Cis or trans, nonbinary or on the binary, he really doesn't put too much importance on those aspects of his partner. He just wants someone to love who will love him back, and that he finds joy in being around.

-Having said all that...Leo would really enjoy having a trans man as a partner! As much as he doesn't care about identity when looking for a relationship, having a trans partner would alleviate a lot of the pressure and anxiety he'd have in a relationship with a cis person. And since you're also a trans man, he'd find it way easier to relate to his boyfriend's experiences and struggles in life in regards to gender.

-Leo doesn't treat you any differently than he would treat anyone else in a relationship. He's more than happy to talk freely about being trans and what that's like for the both of you whenever you want, but he also doesn't want to put a ton of emphasis on your transness. He doesn't want you to think it's a big deal to him (because it's not), but he also knows that pointing it out can lead to feelings inferiority. So he'll just treat you like the man you are, and if you want to talk about being trans, he'll be happy to join the conversation.

-Since Leo is also a trans man, he's a great resource to go to for passing tips, if you want them. He won't give them unsolicited, but if you ask he'll be happy to share what works for him. Binder brands, clothing that he feels more masculine in, new hair styles, deodorant brands, workout routines, whatever you need advice on, he'll give you without hesitation. The only thing he wouldn't be super knowledgeable on is how makeup cand be used to masculinize one's face, but he'd be down to research it if you want.

-Leo isn't one to care for how his partner presents, so you won't have to worry about his image of you changing based on that. If you want to wear clothing that makes you look more masculine and try and hide any feminine features you have? He'll support you through and through, giving you the best advice he can if you want. If you want to wear traditionally feminine clothing and makeup without a care? He'll support you in that too, helping you find clothing he thinks will suit your taste. Whether you're trying to pass, refusing to conform to societies idea of a what a man looks and acts like, or are somewhere in between, he doesn't care. he still sees you as a man, and he won't hesitate to call those that mistreat you out.

-In a similar vein, Leo is extremely supportive of any other choices you make in relation to your transition. Do you bind? Cool, he'll make sure to remind you when you've been binding for too long. You don't bind? Fine by him, whatever you feel comfortable with. You want to go on or are on T? He'll help you inject it if you'd like! You want surgery? He'll be there every step of the way, and he'll do what he can to make your recovery go as smoothly as possible. You don't want to medically transition? He'll support you no matter what.

-Dysphoria can be a killer sometimes, and Leo knows this all too well. He's never been the best at dealing with it besides ignoring it so he may not be the best at giving you advice on how to cope, but he'll be damned if he doesn't help you through your struggles with dysphoria the best he can. He's always ready to listen to your struggles, and he'll try to offer you advice if you want. He won't hesitate to remind you how handsome you are, and how you're a man through and through, no matter what others say.

-Back on the subject of Leo's personal feelings, he'd feel much more comfortable with himself when in a relationship with you. Leo was born with a decent amount of feminine features and he doesn't have the money to medically transition yet, so he's very insecure about his ability to pass and whether the people in his life actually see him as a man. Having a trans partner who understands his struggles alleviates some of that pressure to pass since you're in the same boat as him. It wouldn't make sense for you to dislike his transness when you're also trans, so he feels a little bit better about not looking like the most "manly" boyfriend in the world. He knows you love him for him, and it warms his heart.

-Leo appreciates it when you comfort him over his own dysphoria. He has an easier time believing your comforting words then he might have had if his partner was cis, simply because you know what it's like and therefore would be less judgmental of his struggles. It makes it easier for him to get back on his feet and power through his insecurities.

-No matter what your transition journey looks like, Leo will be there for all of it. He's you're number one supporter, and in turn, you support him just as much.

Akari Sarutobi:

-Akari has always been a loner, and as a result, he hasn't had a lot of exposure to trans people. He has nothing against them of course, he just doesn't know much about them. It's never been something that's affected him, and as a result he's never bothered to do any research on the trans experience.

-So when Akari starts dating you, he has a lot of questions. A lot of questions.

-Akari's ego often requires him to know everything about everything, which means that unfortunately for you, you're gonna get bombarded with questions, both vague and personal. Akari isn't trying to be a creep, he just doesn't really understand why you would be opposed to answering any of his questions when you've openly told him your trans. Like yeah, they're personal questions that would make a stranger uncomfortable, but you're dating, right? You told him you were trans, so shouldn't that mean you're ok with questions?

-You're gonna have to explain the concept of boundaries to Akari, who's confused, but apoligizes. He's pretty blunt and open about himself with you, any he's very inexperienced when it comes to realationships, so he truly didn't realize that that didn't apply to everyone.

-If you do choose to answer any of Akari's questions, he'll hang on to your every word like it's law. He's fascinated by the idea of being a different gender than you were assigned at birth, so he soaks up any information you'll give him on the matter, no matter how vague. He might ask a couple follow up questions if he's confused, but it all depends on if your comfortable with more questions.

-Whether you answer him or not, Akari will spend much of his free time researching the topic of being trans in his free time. He wants to know everything, from people's experiences as being trnas to studies done about the topic, as well as everything inbetween. Anything he can think to look up he will, and he'll internalize as much as he can in an effort to better understand you.

-What shocks Akari the most is how much other people seem to care about trans people. He understands why being trans is such a big deal in trans people's lives, but why do other people care so much? How is it hurting them? Akari could talk all day about problems that are actually harmful, but being trans is not one of them to him. He probably tells you this directly at some point when the topic comes up, and it's pretty affirming to hear how little he understands transphobia.

-Akari may be curious about being trans, but it doesn't remotely change how he views you or your relationship. You're a man and will always be a man to him, who cares what your body may look like? He certainly doesn't, although he understands why you might have insecurities (per the whole trans thing).

-After dating Akari for a while, he'll actually be pretty good at giving advice on how to pass, if that's something you want him to help you with. Part of his research involved finding what people use to help themselves pass in case you'd ever need that information, and he's happy to share it if asked. He knows all the best barbers in the area, the best binder brands, the cheapest way to get testosterone (safely), and everything in between. He'll make sure you'll be able to access whatever you need, just say the word and he's on the go.

-As previously mentioned, Akari doesn't really understand transphobia. SO when faced with transphobia in person, Akari is quick to shut it down by curtly telling the person they're a moron and telling them to go away. He'll gladly drag you somewhere else if the person persists, but if the person follows you he can and will punch their lights out.

-As much research as Akari's done, he doesn't really know how to comfort you when it comes to your dysphoria, not that he's great at comforting anyone in any situation. All he really knows how to do is offer advice, but if you need him to sit and listen he'll try his best. He can, however, empathize with you not feeling comfortable in your body. He has a ton of burn scars on one side of his body and is blind in one eye, so he understands what it's like to hate a part of your body to such an intense degree, especially when you can't do anything about it. He may be able to awkwardly comfort you using his experience with his body, but for the most part he relies on being a quiet comforter, listening unless asked for his opinion.

-Like Leo, Akari doesn't really care how far you go in your transition. You could go through all the medical stuff available, or you could simply identify as a man and leave it at that. It doesn't matter to Akari, you're the same person either way. He may initially be a little confused on how you can be trans but not want to medically transition, but your patient explanation and his own research shifts his view pretty quickly

-Overall, Akari may be ignorant in the beginning, but he'll quickly grow to be your number one supporter, no matter how you go about your life.

I hope you enjoyed!

[myrtles-and-blood]

Hey 👋🏼

I'm not new to deity worship and deity work because I worship and work with two deities, but for a couple of weeks I've been really into reading about Lucifer. Honestly I had a fascination with him since I was little but through the Christian lenses (I would read and watch videos about his fall from Heaven and get into debates with friends about it lol). I wasn't raised as an avid Christian so I never really perceived him as all evil and scary as he is depicted.

Anyway, after stumbling my mind around him again I asked someone for a reading. I asked if he was trying to reach me, they said that it's another deity and that Lucifer said everything will be fine. That deity doesn't want to stick for long and doesn't want to have a place on the altar, so that's not the point here. The point is that I have some questions regarding Lucifer.

1. Do you have some sources about him? Idk if I'll be able to get into them but I'll try.

2. Does he send you any signs that he's reaching out to you or did you reach out to him? If you did, can I ask how?

3. How's your relationship with him and what divination tools you usually use to communicate with him?

I think these are the questions I have for now. I know that you can reach out to deities but I feel shy about it ig? I think I'm a bit intimidated by the idea of doing so and I have a lot of doubts about his reasons why he would reach out to me. I don't practice daily and I don't speak with my deities as much as I want to.

Ig that's all? It's fine if you don't feel comfortable answering some of these questions.

Hello! I'm happy you feel curious towards him. I felt the same for a long time. I always felt some kind of fascination for him and demons in general since I was a kid. But now, regarding your questions:

1) I myself am currently still learning about him. In my opinion, his Wikipedia is a really good place to start. It talks about the history behind him, as well as how he's related to Roman/Greek deities and planet Venus. I would also suggest looking into the etymology of his name and where his name is mentioned in the Bible, just to understand his background. If you want to focus your practice on Demonolatry, I'm reading "The complete book of Demonolatry" by S. Connolly and for now it is very interesting. It talks about demons in general, obviously, but to worship him as a demon, or any demon, I think it's important to read about the topic as a whole and then focus your practice on whatever feels right. I'd also suggest looking into depictions of him and the symbolism of the works. If anyone wants to, feel free to recommend any sources you find interesting about him (that'll help me too ;) ).

2) The story is interesting. I was not practicing anything at the moment, but for a small assignment I had to write a short story/poem/something nice. I really wanted to write something related to religion because I, obviously, find it really interesting. My idea was to write something about the resentment of Lucifer towards God, but it was late and the ideas weren't flowing. So my inexperienced silly head decided to call upon a literal demon to help me write it, and there was Lucifer. Nothing bad happened, but he was extremely scary. His energy in the environment was just very heavy, idk. The thing is I talked to him (I stuttered the whole time) and he helped me write one of the best things I've written, imo it was very good work, and I got a really good grade. After that I just thanked him and we never talked again, but I felt such fascination for him after our conversation that I had to reach out to him again months later, because the idea of worshipping him wouldn't leave my mind. I reached out and he told me "alright, do whatever you want but I don't think you'll last much, you'll get bored and walk away" (this is related to personal experiences that i won't get in depth with here), so I'm here out of spite (and love), but I think that's what he wanted. As for how I reached out, I just got tired of being obsessed with him and told him "Hey I really wanna work with you in [thing] and it's been like this for months can we please do that I think I'm going insane", a bit dramatic but he got the message. I have a small theory that he just wanted me to have initiative and talk to him, so thinking about him was The Big Sign.

3) I personally prefer to keep some details to myself, but he is very fatherly towards me. Usually if I don't know what to do in a situation I just ask him and he gives pretty good advice. Sometimes I start thinking and light his candle to talk about that though out loud to him. Sometimes he just listens, sometimes he gives counter points. Generally he just likes to hear what I think. For long answers I use tarot, for short ones I use a pendulum, but I usually get certain stuff through clairsenses. Small stuff, though. I can't have a full conversation through clairsenses.

Small piece of advice: Maybe you don't get why he wants to reach out, but he has his own reasons to do so. Maybe he likes your jam, maybe he can help you with something... Whatever it is, he is interested, and that's what matters. You don't have to be an exceptionally special human for a deity to be interested in you. It's like having a cat: maybe they're a bit ugly, a bit silly, a bit stupid, but you like them, with those quirks included.

The fact that you're interested in him is very much a sign that, in my humble opinion, you should reach out to him. He is scary, he is intimidating, but he can also be the sweetest. He won't get mad at you for wanting to worship him, if that concerns you.

He is very, very patient with me. So if you're respectful and a bit more organised than I am, I don't think you'll have any trouble lol. I hope I helped you in any way with my experience, even though it is very limited. We're all learning here and I make mistakes all the time, Lucifer knows that very well. 🙆🏻‍♀️

Much love 🫶🏻

[mariusrenathyrs-crashout]

12, 14, 26 and 30: tell me a random story/art idea you have for this character

for Ket (Icebound) bc he's Very Fun and I love him but he's a specific NPC so not many people talk about him :P

KET, THANK GOD, put under spoilers for folks not caught up with Icebound

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

If you were to ask Ket, he does not have any sort of trauma regarding captivity nor confined spaces. He's a very adept warrior and he's in tune with his mind to an almost zen-like degree. He has no reason to be afraid of such things as he has had a whole year to adapt to such spaces to the point he can be quite comfortable in them. But after being captured by Secundus and then becoming prisoner to the PoW, there is a feeling in his skin and his stomach he cannot quite explain. This place is much more nice and spacious than his pod on the Mindflayer's ship and yet. There's a deep and primal fear Ket hasn't felt since he first watched his son change to a Mindflayer, something that has his entire body screaming at him that something's wrong, that he'll never get out, that this is it, the rest of his life will be confined to a pod or four walls or a dark room, and he'll never actually be able to see his family or friends or allies again and tell them he's sorry for leaving them to fight alone, and that it's his fault for losing his child and letting the Elder Brain live and, and, and- Ket is super normal and chill about his imprisonments, and very normal and calm about all the time he has to spend with just his thoughts.

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

I truly cannot remember if there's any sort of description of his outfit aside from his Buster Sword, and I know in reality he'd likely be wearing something simple like a tunic and simple leather vest and whatnot since he's a warrior - but I think Ket deserves some really killer Japanese Techwear. Why? Cause I think the outfits are sick and him in Techwear with a giant Buster Sword would be so fucking cool.

26. What's something the character has done you can't get over? Be it something funny, bad, good, serious, whatever?

FORGIVE TAISHEN? I talk about this FREQUENTLY, but Ket'rosteen is a better man than I because if I had spent most of my life fighting my captors, then lost my son to a horrid transformation, and then spent another year in captivity watching my captors systematically harm others, and then reveal they're about to go home and try and kill off my remaining family and allies - ONLY FOR SOME FUCKING RANDO HIPPIE TO COME IN AND SPARE MY CAPTORS LIFE BC HE'S AN EMPATH OR WHATEVER, I'D BEAT HIM TO DEATH WITH MY BARE HANDS. Bruh, I love Taishen, but that situation was so insanely fucked up. And then for him in his rage and anguish to scream and start to fight back, only for Queenie to hit him with the "and he lives on in your heart, always," and him just to just shut down. I'm like this man just speed ran every stage of grief and invented a new one and is experiencing that. My other thing was him partaking in the play and having a fucking riot messing with the gang, particularly with Skrimm. First bit of joy man has felt in a long, long time.

30. FREEBIE QUESTION!! - random story/art idea you have for this character

For a sort of ficlet I guess, I had an idea relating to my claustrophobic Ket headcanon I was talking about earlier. I have a few drawing ideas as well, mostly one where he was allowed to more full send it and he's on top of Taishen with one bloody hand raised to punch him again and his other hand gripping Taishen's shirt collar. My other other idea was toxic yaoi-ing him and Secundus lmao.

[randomnameless]

what do you of people who think that pointing out how problematic claude and almyra are in the fodlan games is racist?

?

You mean people who think you are racist for noticing that Claude and Almyra in general were written with the worst orientalist clichés from the early 1810s?

As a rule of thumb, I don't believe you can determine if someone is racist or not based on their opinion of fictional characters -

That being said, there's a difference between saying "I think Devdan sucks" and whatever goes down in the chamber pot, using real world rhetoric about "invasive species" and whatnot to throw shade at fictional characters you don't like.

@gascon-en-exil made a Tellius video about Devdan's uh... well, Devdan in general in Tellius and the wtf that was Devdan in a game released in the 2000s, internationally released at that - and fwiw, some youtube comments talked about minstrel shows and how Devdan reminded them of those shows so, I definitely think pointing Devdan's entire existence - down to his concept - isn't racist in itself, you're not committing robbery when you're trying to prevent one.

About Claude and Almyra in general as depicted in Fodlan...

Well, in FE16 the game basically told us that Almyrans - in the Cyril/Hilda paralogue - are people who enjoy senseless bloodbathes (they raid the border for funsies and feast and party if they're able to return home ffs!) and while they might have different values (which is not a bad thing in itself!), they are the kind of people to turn tail and flee even if it means leaving their allies die (what Claude expected Hilda to do in CF!) or their civilian randoms (Cyril was caught by Goneril forces when they raided their camp).

You can't fight anymore when you're dead, so running away isn't always the worst solution, and yet, the way it's depicted (in CF for tears, in VW to shit on Nader) in the game, it's not supposed to be something we see as good/nice/has relevance.

In Nopes Shahid mounts the greastest invasion the Locket has ever known... to show his dad that he has muhrit too and can attack the "cowards" so plz stop mopping about the son who left without writing a letter.

Aka, Almyra sends its troops to invade Fodlan... in a penis measuring contest for the throne.

Yeah.

However, everything falls apart when we play GW's second part.

Now Nader wants to bring "souvenirs" from the war, by - and it's Lorenz who tells us ffs, not Claude, but Lorenz which has all sorts of implications - pillaging the cities they will be conquering.

Claude asks his dad to give him the Almyran Navy - and by ask I mean Nader has him sign the paper while he's half asleep, a bit like what your random kid does when school asks for a parent's written authorisation, you hang the damn paper to your parent while they're doing something else so they sign without really thinking - for his personal fight in Fodlan that consists in...

Killing the CoS? Yes, but also, and more importantly, to get rid of Fodlan's "outdated" values basically by tearing apart the country/its borders.

In a nutshell, in Nopes, FE16!Hilda's racist stereotypes about Almyrans and Almyra are... confirmed.

To sum up, canonwise, Fodlan depicts Almyrans as people who love needless bloodbathes, who prey on the country they're agressing "for fun!" when it's at its lowest point to mount a serious and real invasion to 1/score points in the royal inheritence record, or 2/to effectively bring disorder/kill/remove important pillars of that country because they want to change its "values and traditions" while pillaging and massacring the land as they cross it.

My bad, it's not the 1800s rhetoric about "the orient" it's both this, and a side dose of throwing the worst tropes ever like "invading people to bring them civilisa- i mean, a new set of values".

In a way, Fodlan is worse than Tellius in that regard, because while Devdan is, hopefully, a side character you can forget to recruit, Almyra - through Claude - is a compulsory point to play through when you play the Fodlan games.

Like, the devs - graphic devs at least - really researched and designed outfits, not only based on RL cultures, but to give a distinct flair to Almyra (when they couldn't be assed to do the same for the "mainland fodlan" characters), like Claude's outfits always have a detail (at least one when it's not the barbarossa class!) to tell you that this class/character has ties to this other place, Almyra!

Surely you'd want to know what Almyra is about, right?

:')

And then you learn and wonder, Echoes didn't bother to draw specific outfits reminding the player of RL cultures gor Grieth or the Brigand Boss, so what was Fodlan thinking when they gave those outfits to Claude and Nader? What kind of associations are you supposed to make?

Are we back in the "Kaga said the land of bandits who kidnap to most likely seduce without consent ladies was inspired by Persia? What the actual fuck?" era?

In a way, depicting Almyrans as the "bloodthirsty people who pillage as they go" is, imo, as offensive as Martin's Dothrakis, I don't think you are, or anyone is, racist for pointing it out.

[confusedwriter404]

Regarding some accusations I have seen and the fact that there are some people on the internet who have no sense of approaching in a passive aggressive way, I figured I should state some rules in delivering criticism since I myself run 2 (not including this one since this was originally created to be a shitposting blog) ask + roleplaying blogs.

Now I would like everyone to know that I have never received such criticisms yet, I just want to give everyone a heads-up, just in case I see some accusations in the middle of an episode I'm having (not beach episode, sadly) which can worsen my situation as it is.

1. Please greet in a respectful manner. Though, you may be conflicted about how I portray and/or create my characters for some reason whatsoever, it is still nice to try and approach in a gentle way. Some people do not take well with a sudden confrontation and have a flight response, causing your criticism to be deleted and ignored. I am one of those people, sadly enough, thanks to social anxiety and possible manifestations of autism. I am able to listen once my brain doesn't interpret you as a threat. I could do it on my own but, again, my brain and instinct makes me think otherwise.

2. Make sure you have a clear understanding of why you are criticizing any creation I have. Every character I have created is always treated like a genuine person and has a piece of myself embedded on them. Every single detail has been researched in order for there to be no offense in a community I am trying to portray. For example, Asmo is an SA survivor (see Silver And Sapphire for further details), and how he survives with that fact has been researched online. I have read every single experience of multiple people who have survived SA and how they turned out as a person now in order to make Asmo feel like a real person, making the viewers feel empathetic for him. Whatever traits my characters have has been researched, so if you see an error with the way I portray such traits, please inform me. If what you are confronting me about isn't a genuine reason for you to send a criticism, it will be deleted and ignored.

3. Do NOT assume my character is something absolutely false. If you say something like "Oh, but Connor is a child!" (he's 18-19. he barely had a childhood because of hunters.) "Asmo is a femboy!" (it's the way he presents himself as a person. also, no.) "You said Lucifer was AroAce but why does he keep acting like he loves Heather?" (ever heard of platonic love? do you love your friends so much you wanna make sure they're okay without feeling like you're romantically in love with them?) or something along those lines, please PLEASE try and see how I portray them again and try to understand it from my point of view. Any comparisons with any stereotypical portrayal or a character in media will not be taken as a criticism. People can be fluid and act differently from each other.

4. NEVER try and be insensitive to feelings. I've seen this happen with one critic and they had completely disregarded a creator's feelings with using "YAYY!!" during an argument and honestly, it can make the creator and the witnesses feel conflicted. I understand you are excited and that you are finally glad that the other party understands why you did the confrontation in the first place but for the love of all that's good, act professional. Confrontations are done in a professional manner, so if I see any critics being insensitive to how serious the situation is in the matter, I will block you and disregard your criticism no questions asked.

That's all for now. Please feel free to ask any questions regarding this post or even request some more rules.

You may reblog this post in order for your own followers to know you also have rules like these. Thank you for your time.

[scarlet-traveler]

Whenever Katsuki came to Izuku’s door waving his Switch with an invitation to play a game long after his bedtime, it was always clear that something was bothering the blond. He worked through whatever was causing him duress by kicking Izuku’s butt at a video game of his choosing—better than the alternative of literally kicking his butt and risking them both having house arrest again, or worse.

Sometimes they would even talk about it. Not always; sometimes Katsuki would just stew in his feelings, and over time they would dissipate as he got lost in the game, but other times the thoughts would be too much and he would end up venting to Izuku about whatever was on his mind. He was proud, knowing that their relationship was at a point where Katsuki trusted him with his innermost thoughts.

So when his rival/friend showed up at his doorstep with a challenge of Puyo Puyo Tetris of all things, Izuku didn’t pry. He just let him in, grabbed his own console, and waited to see what Katsuki had to say this time.

“What do you think of Kirishima?”

Except that wasn’t what Izuku had been expecting at all. A random student who had particularly annoyed him during the day, poking fun at his past? Sure. An assignment he was nervous about? Maybe. But this?

His thumbs fumbled over the joystick, and the long piece he’d been about to place slammed down on the wrong spot, not getting the Tetris he wanted and also blocking up his next few moves. Next to him on the bed, Katsuku gave a derisive snort before sending several rows of garbage to Izuku’s screen.

“Aw man…” Izuku worked to clear some of it away before addressing the previous question. “What do you mean, what do I think of Kirishima?”

“I mean, what do you think of him?”

Izuku gave him a look. “That doesn’t clear anything up, Kacchan.”

“Just answer the damn question, nerd.”

“Well…” He ruminated on the question for a moment, the only sound between them the click of tetriminos slamming down and their characters’ battle cries. “...he’s a really nice person, and an amazing hero. I’ve noticed he’s been getting better in terms of his self-esteem in regards to his quirk, so he’s been able to push himself farther than he has before when he’s creating new ultimate moves—there was one I saw him trying out in training the other day and it was so cool! I forgot to ask him about it, I should do that tomorrow-”

“Deku,” Katsuki cut in, voice dripping with exasperation. Better than the fury he’d often aimed at him at the start of the year.

Still, Izuku flushed in embarrassment and muttered out a “sorry” before continuing. “But yeah, he’s a very capable hero, he’ll make it into the top ten for sure, especially since he’s so compassionate and gets along with pretty much anybody…but what do you think of him?”

Katsuki didn’t immediately answer. He also started making mistakes as he played, ones he usually wouldn’t. Izuku snuck a glance over; Katsuki’s eyes were locked onto the screen, but he looked distracted, his thumbs fumbling over the controls. What was most damning though was the bright red blush that stained his cheeks, illuminated by the flashing lights of the game.

Interesting.

Izuku paused the game, and that got Katsuki to snap out of his daze as he glared at the younger boy. “Oi, what the-”

“Kacchan, do you like Kirishima?”

Katsuki sputtered, “The fuck? Why the hell would I like that shitty-haired bastard?”

Izuku might have believed him if not for the flush spreading to the rest of Katsuki face and ears. Izuku cocked an eyebrow, looking at Katsuki in disbelief.

“I don’t!” Katsuki said, his voice rising a pitch in defense. “He’s a dumbass and a fucking himbo that I gotta help with class every goddamn day, and he always calls me ‘manly’ and shit whenever I do anything, which doesn’t make sense because all I did was explain basic fucking trig or some shit! And he’s always obsessing over his shitty hair and making sure his roots don’t show, and he makes me check them to make sure they’re not—which I do, otherwise I’m gonna hear his whining for the rest of the day. And he’s fucking smiley at anything that movies, like at the dogs he sees on patrol and when I make him something he likes for dinner and it’s fucking annoying! So no, for you information Deku, I don’t like that bastard.”

Katsuki’s chest was heaving from exertion after his miniature tirade, the red still ever present on his cheeks. Izuku just hummed, nodded, and with complete confidence said, “You know, that’s a lot of stuff to note about somebody you don’t like.”

Katsuki balked, opened his mouth, closed it, glared at Izuku with the power of a 100% Detroit Smash, before averting his gaze with a frown that looked more like a pout. “Fuck you.”

Izuku held back a snort, instead turning to fully face Katsuki. “I think it’s okay if you like Kirishima, you know. And I think you two would be a good match for each other! You’re already really good friends, and you balance each other out.”

While a small part of Izuku was a little envious of the friendship Katsuki had with Kirishima when their own had been shaky for the better part of ten years and was only starting to get better recently, the rest of him was glad that Katsuki had somebody like the redhead. Somebody who cared for him wholly, not for his quirk or his intelligence, but for him, rough edges and curse-riddled sentences and all.

“Whatever,” Katsuki mumbled shortly, but Izuku didn’t miss the soft look in his red gaze as he stared down at his lap, the small smile tugging at his lips. It only lasted for a brief moment before he was snatching his Switch back up, competitive smirk back on his face. “C’mon, lemme beat your ass real quick so I can go to bed.”

Izuku rolled his eyes but complied anyway. “You can’t beat me that easily, I’m good at this game t- how did you already send trash over?!”

Katsuki’s cackling could probably be heard across the entire second floor of the dorms. But he seemed better, so Izuku didn’t complain about the absolutely insane amount of garbage he had to clean up now. Not much, anyway.

~

“Hey, Midoriya!”

Izuku looked back, pausing in his walk back to the dorms as he saw Kirishima jogging up to him. “Hi Kirishima! Is everything okay?”

The redhead stopped next to him, slightly panting. Still, he had his usual bright smile as he nodded. “Yeah, everything’s fine! But um-” His smile turned sheepish then, his hand going up to scratch the back of his neck like he tended to do when he was nervous. “Is it cool if I talk to you for a minute? Alone…?”

His eyes flicked up to look over Izuku’s shoulder, and he looked back as well; Uraraka, Iida, Todoroki, and Tsuyu, who he had been walking with, were all still there, watching the exchange unfold. “Oh, sure. I”ll meet you guys back at the dorms.” He waved after his friends as they continued walking, and Izuku and Kirishima fell into step a ways back, trailing behind the rest of the class. “So, what’s going on?” It was a little strange for Kirishima to be coming to Izuku for help with something. Not that he minded, of course not! He was honored that his classmates felt that they could come to him in times of need, a far cry from middle school. But usually Kirishima would go to Katsuki, or Kaminari, or any of the rest of his own friend group.

“Nothing much.” Kirishima still looked nervous, and there was also a light pink tint to his cheeks now. “I just wanted to ask you something about Bakugou, since you’ve known him the longest and all.”

Ah. That made a lot more sense. It made Izuku more curious, though. “Okay…what about him? I don’t think he’d be very happy if I gave you embarrassing stories from our childhood.”

“Nah, it’s not that!” Kirishima laughed, before gaining a thoughtful expression. “I wouldn’t mind getting some of those, though, just between the two of us. But no, uh, I-I wanted to know how to impress him.”

Izuku blinked up at him. “Impress Kacchan?”

“Y-Yeah! Just, y’know, out of curiosity.” By his darkening face and the skin visible between his fingers that were still over the back of his neck, Izuku could deduce that Kirishima wanted to know for more than curiosity’s sake.

Izuku’s gaze drifted ahead, finding Katsuki near the front of the group. He was with Kaminari and Ashido, and even from this distance Izuku could tell that they were purposefully annoying him, Katsuki’s shouts heard several feet away, though the words were indecipherable. It wouldn’t have been as bad if Kirishima were up there with him instead of back here with Izuku, the redhead possessing a gift to mollify even the loudest Baku-rages without making Katsuki feel like he was in the wrong.

And that was the thing. Throughout their first year Izuku has seen the depth of Kirishima’s influence on Katsuki, their influence on each other. There was a hard-earned trust formed early on, an understanding of each other that Katsuki might not have initially noticed but it was still there. It was how they got along so well, how Kamino had ended in the best outcome imaginable. They just got each other. And after his talk with Katsuki the other night…

Kirishima was wanting to impress Katsuki, but he was the last person who needed to. Because he already had.

“Why don’t you try being yourself?” Izuku said aloud.

“Myself?” Kirishima’s head tilted, confusion evident on his face. “Why would he be impressed with just myself?”

Kacchan was right, he really is a himbo, Izuku thought.

“Well, Kacchan already likes you enough to call you his friend—not that he would use those exact words since he still acts like he’s allergic to friendship—and he seems closer to you than everybody else, so…” Izuku shrugged. “Yeah.”

Kirishima stared at Izuku with wide eyes like he’d told him the secrets of the universe—or maybe even those aforementioned embarrassing Katsuki stories—his mouth slightly agape, before his gaze was drawn to the boy in question. Katsuki had finally managed to fend off Kaminari and Ashido, and he was stomping up the stairs to the doors of Heights Alliance. Before he went inside his gaze turned out to the school grounds, narrowed eyes sweeping the class before they landed on the redhead. They held each other’s gaze for a brief moment, but it was long enough for Izuku to see the happy grin on Kirishima’s face as he waved, the softening of Katsuki’s eyes and the reddening of his cheeks as he gave a little wave back before hurrying inside.

Kirishima lowered his hand, staring after the closing door with a look Izuku could only describe as positively lovesick, drooping eyes, dopey smile and all. “Yeah…maybe you’re right.” He turned a giddy smile Izuku’s way. “Thanks, man! I really appreciate it!” And with a hard clap of a hand on Izuku shoulder Kirishima was running off toward Heights Alliance. Chasing Katsuki down, no doubt.

Izuku shook his head as he watched him go, but he couldn’t help but smile. Katsuki and Kirishima really would be good for each other. Izuku just hoped that their conversations with him would help them confess their feelings for the other sooner rather than later.

~

Fic written for @krbkevents KRBK Month 2023 Day 29: Mutual Pining! Also on AO3, let me know what you think!

[pizzafishandchips]

7. "Follow me if you want to live"

Fandom - Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous (fanfic) Content warnings - none Pairing - Woljif x Knight Commander

BOOM.

A fiery explosion sends shrapnel flying and clears a path through a block of stacked debris. First to emerge from the burning embers is a purple tiefling who nimbly weaves around the flames, followed by four others who struggle to keep up. Behind them, a small legion of demons shuffle forward in their approach. The group of five wheel around a corner of the narrow, abandoned streets of Kenabras in a desperate attempt to escape.

“You just had to go and touch that summoning circle, didn’t you?” Lann yells.

“Hey, what, a guy can’t just accidentally slip on the cobblestone? You think I did that on purpose?” Woljif protests in response. The quickest out of the six, he’s quite a ways ahead of the rest of the group, and it’s all they can do to keep up. There are moments where they almost lose sight of him, only able to barely catch up when someone spots the end of his tail vanishing around a corner.

They reach a fork in their escape, one path leading down a dingy, clustered alleyway while another was more open and looked to lead to a part of the city less destroyed. Ollerus has to pause, trying to determine the best path forward as quickly as she can.

“Hey, Chief! Over here!”

From the shadowy path, Woljif sticks his head out, gesturing to the rest of them. “Come on, I know a quicker way out. We’re almost there!”

Behind her, Camellia scoffs. “Like how your other brilliant ideas turned out? I think at this point the smarter idea would be to do whatever is the opposite of what you suggest.”

The monstrous shrill of a demon’s cry resonates not too far off, and Woljif beckons even harder. “Come on, we don’t have time! You gotta follow me if you wanna live!”

Before they can come to a decision, a commotion is heard from the path they came, and creatures of the Abyss skulk forth, their expressions rageful and thirsty for blood.

Lann throws up his hands. “Come on, we gotta move!”

He runs down the more open path, followed by two others. But Ollerus remains, her eyes darting between their retreating figures and where Woljif hides. Before it’s too late, she darts toward him in the shadows of the small alleyway.

“Get us out of here!” she orders.

A moment of shock crosses his face at her decision before it passes, and without much thought he takes her hand and leads her deeper in. It’s a truly labyrinthian part of town; she quickly loses track of how many turns they’ve made, and her sense of direction is all but gone.

However, the angry shrieks of their pursuers gradually grow quieter and more distant, and Woljif eventually brings them to a stop once he feels it’s safe. As they catch their breath, he looks down and is startled at the sight of their entwined hands; he drops hers, looking away in embarrassment.

But he has to say it. “Gotta say, Chief, I’m a little surprised you chose to go after little ol’ me here.”

Calm, pink eyes regard him. Something about the way she looks at him has always thrown him off, not in a bad way, but in how direct her gaze is, without a hint of disdain. For some reason, it always feels as though Ollerus really looks at him, and he can’t decide whether he likes it or not.

“I figured you would be the one to know the best shortcuts,” she explains. “You haven’t led me astray yet.”

Something warm tickles in his chest, and Woljif puffs out his chest and straightens his back. “What I tell ya? I told you that you made the best decision to get me out of that cell. Nice to know our leader’s really got a great head on her shoulders!”

It admittedly felt nice for once, to have someone who just listened to him. Woljif wasn’t particularly surprised when the others chose the other path, but when he saw Ollerus choose him… He can’t quite explain what he felt between them in that moment, and while they were running this whole time.

Trust, he slowly realizes. Something almost completely unfamiliar to him, something he hasn’t felt in probably forever. Something incredibly valuable… and a little terrifying.

“Well, it’s nice that we don’t have demons wanting to literally bite our asses off but we should really find the others,” she says, looking at him expectantly. “So, my little guide, think you can get us back out there?”

“Please. You might as well be asking me to pick open a broom closet. Let’s go, Chief. For you, I’ll even let you see the scenic route!”

[jennaispunk]

hi jenn! 

to say the vibes have been off lately would be an understatement, wouldn’t it? because there has been a lot of negativity, too much for a place that is supposed to be about finding an outlet for your creativity and people to share your interests.

i know it has been difficult, draining to be around here and face all the discourse cankering the fandom. 

because of all this negativity, i believe it is important to try and balance it out with some kindness. so here i am, doing a little check-up on you <3

so first, how are you, really?

everything you feel regarding what is happening is valid and you deserve to feel happy and safe around here. so please, make sure you take the time you need from posting, from sharing fics, even just from being on the platform. i want you to know it’s okay and i support whatever you decide, for whatever reason.

i also want you to know that you have your place here, as much as the rest of us. you’re loved and wanted and i can assure you the fandom is a far better place with you in it.

i hope you’re taking care of yourself outside of tumblr as well. please remember to stay hydrated and to eat something 🫶🏼

now i would like you to sit back and enjoy the perfect, quiet night in with joel <3

do not hesitate to reach out if you need to talk, i’m here for you! sending you all my love and so many hugs 🫂

anna 💗

Anna!!

Thank you so much for reaching out. The vibes have definitely been off here lately but it’s nice to be reminded that there are kind, positive people in this fandom.

I hope you are taking care of yourself as well. Make sure you are taking time for yourself, staying hydrated and protecting your peace.

For me, this whole thing has put some things in perspective. We are supposed to be a community and support each other. We should be lifting each other up, not tearing each other down.

I am not super active on tumblr. I have posted a few things that I’ve written and will reblog the work of others but I don’t reach out the way that I should, mostly due to being such an introvert and worried about making a fool out of myself but that changes now. I want to make it a point to start reblogging more and reaching out to others in the fandom if only to let them know that they matter. We all deserve a place here.

Even with all the recent negativity, I feel blessed to be here. I have met some amazing people here, one of them being you! I’m always here if you need to talk.

Thank you so much for spreading the positivity. You are a lovely soul and this fandom is a better place with you in it! Sending all the love and hugs right back to you, my friend. 🫂

I will absolutely enjoy my quiet night with Joel.

Much love,

Jenn 💜💜

[sk8termikey]

Chapter 7 of 21 Questions

better interface on wattpad

"Your boyfriend texted!" Alex called for her best friend who was in the kitchen, as the phone lit up from a message from Matt🍂.

"My hands are full of batter girl, just tell me what he says and maybe reply for me if it looks important", Lily replied as she was cooking. "And drop the boy in front of friend, unless you put a fucking space between the words.

As she used her fingerprint to unlock Lily's phone, Alex looked at the notification – she didn't want to actually open the message in case it could wait, fearing that she might leave the boy on read. She had been joking for the past month about Lily and her new friend's relationship since she discovered that he went out of his way to send a picture to Lily. This had been enough proof for Alex to start teasing her best friend about a possible romance – pretty pictures of the sky were in fact Lily's love language. Both girls did know it was just for fun, the same way they would qualify famous people as theirs when it was their ultimate celebrity crush.

Furrowing her brows at the phone in front of her, Alex didn't know whether to qualify the text as important or not.

Matt🍂

If I asked you to hide a body for me, would you?

Alex went to the kitchen where Lily was and read her the text, which led to the brunette letting out a laugh.

"Oh my god this kid I swear to god". Lily couldn’t stop laughing as she thought about an answer. "This sounds semi important lol but just tell him that of course I am always down to hide a body, I know a few tricks."

Alex laughed as well – more to her friend's reply than the actual subject – and wrote back a message, trying to imitate Lily's writing style. The two girls influenced each other a lot regarding their texting habits and the way they spoke, thus making it easy for Alex to fake it. Before sending it, she thought it could be funny to actually hold a conversation with the mystery guy as she had only heard about him and still needed to check if he was a good person for Lily.

Matt🍂

If I asked you to hide a body for me, would you?

Heya, your girl's bestie here

Obviously she would

Dw ab it

Oh

Hi

Thanks for the reassurance haha

You're the famous Alex?

I am, yes💃🏻

Glad to know I'm known even in whatever state you're in

I'm here to check if you're legit bro

Check all you want

I like to think I'm a good person

Well

You did ask help to bury a body

This doesn't help your case

Well

According to you, your "bestie" would help my case

Nice one

Ig talking for a couple of months led to you guys knowing each other

Yeah, it's fun getting to know Lily

She's really kind and we get along well :)

Friendship test then

You ready for it?

Go ahead

Simple questions to see if you deserve the honour of taking her time

Her favourite colour?

I know this one

It's purple

But she told me she actually doesn't have lots of purple things in her life, mostly blue

Wow bonus points

Yes!

I'm sure I can manage the rest

We'll see, pokemon boy

Her favourite food?

One of the first things we talked about 

I remember bc I don't like sushi

So it's this and pizza i think 

I-

I'm gonna ignore you not liking sushi and give you the point

Hmm next question 

Do you know where we work?

Like our job

Yeah, a café right?

With books

She loves talking about it

She just loves talking about you in general because you're related to her passions 

And also being the closest person to her

Damn this girl is absolutely getting the best birthday ever

She deserves the world

Ig you pass the test matty boy

Ok what

Unsent

The fuck is this nickname coming from

Unsent

We're just chilling, no need to panic

Unsent

Cool cool cool

Wait i kinda need a retake tho

What

Why

Idk her birthday??

I don't think we ever talked about it

Oh

That just means you'll never steal my best friend title

But yeah it's next week actually

Well in less than a week technically like in 4 days

Thanks, I'll wish it to her then

You better

I'm gonna delete the last texts so that she gets your text as a surprise

Counting on you bro

Of course, I won't let you or her down

As she deleted the last dozens of messages between her and Matt, Alex then put down the phone and looked up to see Lily smiling at her.

"You were having fun?" Lily asked her best friend. "I couldn't hear you for ten minutes and you looked like you were having fun."

"Oh". Alex was almost embarrassed to be caught enjoying a conversation with her friend's new friend. She shrugged it off and slided the phone back to its owner. "Just checking if the kid deserves your friendship."

"And? What's the verdict, judge Alex?" Lily playfully teased.

"Well, I guess he's not that bad. I trust you and you would have dropped him if he wasn't someone you liked talking to."

Lily's smile grew bigger at Alex's replies and took her arm to lead her to the couch as they would watch TV while waiting for Lily's desserts to cook.

~~~

A few days later and on the eve of Lily's birthday, Alex had everything planned: she was prepared to give her best friend a wonderful twentieth birthday, starting the day before with their out-of-work-coming-back-to-home ritual. As always for the last months, Wednesday meant a new video from the Sturniolo Triplets and Alex had prepared a comfortable scenery for Lily. The couch had been specially opened as a bed, with several blankets carefully folded on it. Snacks were ready and dinner was on its way as Alex had ordered some of Lily's favourites, which were pizza and sushi – damn Matt did get it right, Alex thought back to her conversation with him a few days prior. She hoped he could be part of Lily's happiness tomorrow, and maybe for a while after. Lily had always wished for simple birthdays. The sheer fact of knowing the people she loved took the time to think of her on this day was enough to her. Lily only needed her favourite people around her; just a day spent with her loved ones was the only gift she wished for and this is what Alex tried to stay faithful to, although a couple of surprises felt deserved for the special occasion.

As usual, Lily was coming home almost an hour after the video came out and Alex wasted no time to welcome her friend at the door. She took Lily's bag to put it down and closed the door behind them.

"Now now, just do whatever I say and don't ask questions", Alex ordered Lily who could only comply. 

The blonde led her best friend to the bathroom and to Lily's surprise, a bath had been drawn along with a few candles. Pink bubbles could be seen floating on top of the bath and Lily couldn't help but smile. It had been a long day at work – one of those rude customers who were unable to accept that their order was not ready within two seconds after having asked for it – so the girl had been exhausted and her mood started to lift up due to this pleasant surprise.

"I don't want to see you for at least the next half hour", Alex warned her friend. "Enjoy this and stay in it until your skin gets fucking wrinkles, okay?"

Lily nodded with a quiet laugh and got ready to enter the bath as Alex left the room, not without putting on a bit of music to help Lily relax.

Exactly thirty-one minutes later did Lily go back downstairs to see Alex setting up the freshly arrived food on the table in the living room. Lily definitely appreciated the bath and the calm music, but she had felt lonely and only wanted to come back to her friend so that they could do their weekly tradition in honour of a new vlog or challenge from their favourite triplets.

Lily saw the TV already set up to play this day's video which was entitled Chris forced us all to do COLD PLUNGES – it sounded even more chaotic than the previous videos and Lily knew it was possible for them to achieve that.

The two girls sat on the couch and put the food between them as the video started. What was a given from the title is that the triplets were going to bathe in ice cold water and so they had to go to the supermarket to buy ice. As they didn’t find enough – well in Chris’s opinion, the youngest triplet decided to ask if they had more in the back when they were paying. Luckily for them, the cashier managed to bring them more ice, which Chris thanked him for as he put them all in his arms.

“Damn, I feel cold just watching him with all this ice,” Lily said as she shivered. She had always been prone to being cold and getting sick easily so she knew the whole video was going to make her feel uncomfortable even though she wasn’t the one doing the activity with them.

Alex laughed at her friend’s comment and they started laughing even more when Chris wished for more ice, thus getting his brothers to go to another store and ending with a cart full of ice per Chris’s request.

“Okay, this is definitely too much ice like I gotta agree with Nick on this one”, Alex said as she was matching Nick’s apprehensive expression.

“Yeah for real”, Lily approved. “Chris is gonna regret saying that it’s never too much.”

After the bathtub was filled with ice and ice cold water, the triplets were finally ready to do their “cold plunges” as Chris tried to motivate himself by having to pretend to be a can of pepsi. Funnily enough, there had actually been a can of pepsi right before this. Therefore, Chris was the first to go in and he did regret it as he was barely able to put his feet in the bathtub. Followed Nick who imitated Chris with a spider-like position above the bathtub but did not end up fully in – unlike Matt who absolutely did not care and managed to get most of his body in the water.

“I. Am. amazed right now”, Lily commented as she was curled like a ball with a blanket around her. “I don’t know how he accepted the idea and succeeded in doing that. I would surely want to kill my brothers for this crazy situation.”

Alex hummed in agreement with her best friend and they both gasped when a couple of minutes later, Nick also fully went into the bathtub. The two girls then started laughing along with Matt and Chris as Nick ran into the shower while being shocked from what he had just done. After the middle and youngest decided to give it one last try, Lily couldn’t help but comment:

“Wait, I just noticed, is Chris the only one without tattoos?”

“Yeah, Nick and Matt both have an almost full sleeve but Chris doesn’t have any for now”, Alex explained. “I don’t know if he’ll ever get one but he would look great with a couple honestly.”

“I totally agree. And I absolutely love Nick’s and Matt’s tattoos, I might have to look at them more clearly to get a few inspirations for if I ever decide to get tattooed.” Lily was in awe of the triplets at the moment: since she started to follow them, Lily had to admit that they were all good-looking and tattoos really added something to their charm. “Also if I can say, Matt is slaying with the beard.”

“Right?” Alex exclaimed. “That was such a good move from him and I hope he’s gonna keep it for a while.”

As the girls kept talking after watching the video, Lily was feeling so much better. The simple things like spending time with her favourite person and eating her favourite foods were all Lily could ask for to enjoy life.

The night being still young, the two girls decided to watch some of their favourite Disney movies, such as Cars or Inside Out. They had a passion for animated movies that quickly brought them together when their friendship had started and everytime a new movie would come out, they would go see it together at the cinema. Lily and Alex had had this routine for a few years and none of them would ever trade the way they lived.

It was finally the actual date of Lily's birthday. As she had already spent a really nice evening the day before with Alex, she wasn't expecting much when she woke up. Obviously, everyone at the café had been giving a day off as the four coworkers were planning to maybe hang out to celebrate Lily's twentieth birthday. 

As it had happened last year as well – since the two girls started living together, both Lily's and Alex's parents called her to wish her a good day and catch up on what was new. The two families had been close since the two became best friends and would often have get-together, even as Lily and Alex moved out from their family houses.

After an hour spent talking to her parents and "second" parents, Lily received a message from the group chat with her friends.

gc: Caffeine addicts💃🏻💃🏻

Alexxx🫶🏻

Okayy guys

Everyone meet at noon at our house

We're going out :))

Luke🌈

Will I drive the whole way or be able to leave my car at yours?

Bc if i do, i need gas💀

Alexxx🫶🏻

Well-

That'd be great bc I'm not making my bestie drive on her bday

I'll pay for it even

Or you drive our car idk

Luke🌈

Kk, I'll go now

And no need dw<3

I'll regret not having gas and forgetting in a few days i know myself

Jade🌱

I'll be there, see you soon!!

Why am I only learning ab it now??

Where are we even going like

What's the dress code??

Jade🌱

Wear smth normal

It's gonna be chill, don't overthink

Okay😭

@Alexxx🫶🏻 where are you btw?

Alexxx🫶🏻

Just went to give back a plate to the neighbour 

Yk she cooked us the muffins last week

Oooh ye i remember

Ig I'll get ready then

What Lily didn't know is that Alex was absolutely not at their neighbour's. The plate had been given back a few days ago already but Alex took the opportunity of Lily forgetting to use that excuse. In reality, the blonde was at the bakery to get the birthday cake she had ordered: Lily's favourite, which was a triple chocolate cake with some fresh fruits on the top.

~~~

When she came home, Alex was right on time as Lily was descending the stairs. Alex went up to her best friend to wish her happy birthday for the tenth time – she had already said it the day before as a pre-birthday celebration, then at midnight, then she had sent a couple of texts to Lily during the night. The two girls hugged for a few minutes then let go as it was almost time for their friends to arrive. The four of them were all used to being punctual so it wasn't a surprise when at five to twelve, the doorbell rang. Lucas had picked Jade up as they were living near each other. Lily being ready and Alex having prepared what she needed earlier in the morning, they all decided to go. As agreed, Lucas drove his three friends to the secret place – secret only to Lily obviously – and for the whole ride, he had let the birthday girl choose the music, which was a once in a blue moon occasion for Lucas was very picky with what type of music was played in his car. Well, today was a special day and Lily took advantage of it.

After a ride full of pop music, the four friends arrived at the Weeki Wachee Spring State Park. It was not just a simple park, but it was filled with attractions and animals, appealing to both children and adults. Alex had purchased tickets knowing how much Lily loved nature and just walking around while admiring the beauty of the world they had the chance to live in. Speaking of the devil, Lilt was ecstatic when she realised where they were. She had been wanting to go there for a while but never had the chance so she was really excited to finally visit it. The weather was perfect for a day out and Alex knew it was because her friend brought happiness and warmth everywhere she went, just like the sun would.

After checking in, the group let Jade guide them as she had been to the place a couple of times and knew exactly where to bring Lily to make her have the best day ever. Lucas had brought some food and so once in a while they would just sit on a bench to eat as they appreciated what Mother Nature gave them. For the whole afternoon, they simply walked around and as Lily was smiling at every turn, her three friends could only be happy as well that she was having an amazing day.

As they were leaving the park due to it closing and coming back to Lucas's car, Jade suddenly gasped.

"Oh my god fuck–"

"What's wrong?" Lily immediately asked, afraid that her friend was in trouble.

"Oh sorry, I was just looking for my cardigan in my bag. I was so sure I packed it," Jade explained.

"Wait, do you mean the one you had on yesterday?" Lucas tried to confirm. "The brown one?"

"How did you know?"

"I'm pretty sure I saw it on the couch in the break room", Lucas replied.

Jade faced her friend as if he had revealed the world's biggest secret to her. The sad expression on her face was enough for Lily to react.

"Well, tomorrow is your day off so that would mean you won't get it back till Saturday. We can get it before coming home if you want, it's on the way." Lily suggested as she didn't want one of her friends to experience an issue.

Jade quickly thanked Lily for offering and so they all decided to make a quick stop by their workplace. Little did Lily know, she was so predictable that this whole conversation had been rehearsed and planned by her friends. Indeed, they knew the brunette would never let Jade go home without her beloved cardigan – which was actually at the café, but Jade didn't give a fuck about it as she could literally come get it the next day even if she didn't have a shift. It was usual for one of them to just come to the café and act as a customer who was absolutely not working there.

When they arrived at the café, Lily was the first to leave the car and take her keys to open the door. She was fully expecting it to take five minutes maximum as she just needed to go into the break room, take the cardigan and come back outside so that her friends didn't have anything to do – which was still according to their plan. As a matter of fact, when Lily entered the main room where most of the chairs and tables were, she actually stopped in her tracks and wondered why some of the chairs were down. Had she forgotten to put them all on the tables when she closed yesterday? To be sure of what she thought she was seeing, Lily turned the light on and was faced with a surprise. Nothing could have prepared her for the huge sign that was reading HAPPY 20TH BIRTHDAY and the heart balloons over the counter.

Turning back to the door through which she entered, Lily was met with her friends all smiling and singing to her. How had she not seen it coming? Lily had just expected the afternoon at the park to be the only thing they had planned, along with a small diner back at her house. She was still harbouring a shocked expression when Alex quickly slipped behind her to go open the fridge and took out the cake she had bought this morning. As she lit up twenty candles on the cake, Alex, Jade and Lucas started again to sing to Lily. When the cake was put down on the only table without any chair on it, they all sat down and told Lily to make a wish, which she did while blowing out her candles. Following some laughter during the explanations of how Alex had lied this morning as well as how Lucas and Jade had come in early to decorate the café, the four friends enjoyed the cake and discussed some memories of previous birthdays they had experienced together. Although Jade and Lucas had only been working with Lily and Alex for less than two years, it was enough for the four of them to develop a close bond.

After they finished eating, Jade, Lucas and Alex went to the break room to retrieve the gifts they had for Lily – plus the brown cardigan that Jade remembered. They all gave their presents to Lily, who started crying when opening them – emotions are really overwhelming sometimes. Lucas had bought her new headphones as her old ones stopped working a few weeks ago. They were decorated with heart and flower stickers which Lily found adorable. Jade, as a fan of crafts, had made her a set composed of a mug, a plate and a bowl that were all painted with Lily's favourite colour. Finally, Alex had bought her a Care Bear – the "Tenderheart" one, which was perfect to symbolise the girls' relationship. Lily thanked them all for their friendship and told them how glad she was to have them in her life as she hugged them first individually then decided she wanted a group hug.

Lily would never trade her friends for anything else and as she came home with Alex after bidding goodbye to Jade and Lucas who had dropped them off, she realised that another friend of hers was starting to be also important to her. Indeed, as she hadn't checked her phone since they left the park, Lily saw that she had actually received a birthday message a few hours ago from her new friend Matt, which brought a smile onto her face.

Matt🍂

Hi, I hope you had/have a good day

Just wanted to wish you a happy birthday, enjoy your twenties :)

Thank you so much omgg<3

How do you even know?

I don't remember ever mentioning it

Or i just have a bad memory-

It was actually your friend alex who told me

When she replied to me a few days ago?

Ooooh

Makes sense

So, did you enjoy your day?

Yess it was so fun!!

My friends organised me a great day, i love them sm

Good to know

While we're at it, I need to know your birthday now

It's only fair🤷🏻‍♀️

Here we go

Unsent

Hmm ok ok a random date far enough from now

Unsent

Oh yes of course 

It's november 6

Not very soon

I'll remember it :))

It's a bit late for me rn so I won't stay up long but thanks again

It was nice to know you thought of me

No problem

You're kinda in my thoughts lately tbh

Oh

I've been binge watching gravity falls so yeah haha

Oh haha

A man of taste

You know me!

Well i won't keep you awake so have a good night

Thaanks, you too

Talk to you soon

Thank you for reading. Votes and comments are always appreciated if you like this story :) The story is co-written w @/little_grapejuice on wattpad

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What a captivating sensation to be held so high by such brilliant men, I couldn't quite describe it even if I tried to and I don't often lack of words to choose from so just know you two have deeply touched me as well. There is a certain distance people like to keep when something is even slightly intimidating to them, for example in the form of pure honesty, confidence and strong mindedness. All of which represent my most valuable traits in my opinion, so I greatly appreciate and thank you for your.. alluring praise. Yes. Certainly. I suppose humans are like this because they fear what they don't know and envy what they don't have, the classic example of a species made to have things fit their way instead of finding a way to fit with others. This just makes my appreciation bigger. I mean, you know it's serious when Ryuzaki starts swearing, right? Haha I would like to establish that I do not particularly care for "socially right" so be unafraid when it comes to expressing yourself, Ryuzaki. I just.. Wish for you to indulge in it. Don't limit yourself to society's expectations of how to accept a compliment. Really, the only shame here is that you have not received them more often throughout your life. Light, I assure you there is no need to apologize for the little wait. In fact, I'm honored you two chose quality over quantity haha

(No pressure for future asks, reply when you can and want to! Please.)

I dearly hope you didn't worry too much about.. Your words or reaction being a suitable match to what I have told you, because really, I do not send these for praise or recognition, even though it's a nice side effect. (And it's a real story, believe it or not) The fact that I have managed to get you to understand where I am coming from and where my point stands.. What a blessing, especially after being criticized by me haha although maybe now you can understand my initial complaint of shallowness. I have expanded my explanations because I knew you are capable of understanding and you boys did not disappoint. Nothing inadequate about it, Light. It's a pleasure. Enough about moi!! I want to come back to you. First off, since we can all agree that my experience equals my knowledge, I think I'm safe to end the "who tops in Lawlight?" debate. Because really, if Eroticism anon can't tell, then who could, ever? :p After analyzing your responses so far I can confirm there is no traditional "top". You're both sword and shield depending on the situation and you both challenge each other in a multi faceted way, resulting to.. Switching. That's my final conclusion. Anyhow.. Ahem, coming back to more serious topics. After this lovely conversation so far, I'm dying to ask you something. Tell me, Ryuzaki, Light, do you like literature? Do you have favorite works, if so? I write erotica/horror erotica (what a surprise, wow) so I'm always interested to find out what other people read, if they do. No worries, once I reveal myself you boys may bombard me with whatever questions and statements you feel like regarding the whole eroticism subject.

- 🩶

Light:

Thanks for understanding about the wait...and I'm glad you enjoyed both our responses!

And of course it's a real story, I never doubted that. There are some things that you can't fake the authenticity of, no matter how hard you try...and your story is certainly one of them. Don't worry about the criticism---it's helped to widen my viewpoint, so I definitely appreciate you pointing the shallowness of my answer out. Feel free to call me out in future, no worries.

Anyways, I suppose I do agree with your statement about the 'who is top' argument....I think someone did ask this question a while back, and Ryuzaki's and my answers were similar in respect to yours.

And thank you for asking that question! Yes, I do love literature---in fact, it's probably my favourite subject in school, and one of my hobbies when I get bored. Honestly, I'll read just about anything. I'll just include some of the books I've enjoyed/plan to read for a few genres, then, though I'm not going into too much detail because of the length:

Philosophy:

The Stranger (Camus), The Prince (Machiavelli [though this reads politically]), Beyond Good And Evil (Nietzsche, want to read)

Non-fiction:

Too Big To Jail (Garrett, about coporate law enforcement), Why Politics Fails (Ansell, mentioned in a previous post of mine), Heart (Barrett, on heart health), The Power of Geography (Marshall)

Short stories:

Binge (Coupland), Someone Who Will Love You in All Your Damaged Glory (Bob-Waksberg, previously mentioned), Cursed Bunny (Bora Chung)

That's it for now. I could go on and on, but I think it's a little overwhelming for one day...thanks for the ask, though. I rather enjoy sharing my book taste with other people.

L:

well. in my defense, when words fail (which they often do), swearing is the next best option. and i'll keep in mind this uh. "indulging" bit. it'll.. take getting used to, but i won't say no. so.. thank you. it means more than i'm able to express, hah.

but i agree with light. there are some stories in this world that are too beautiful to make up. and i'm also glad that you criticized our initial shallowness. don't hesitate to do it again, since i'm sure there's still a lot i don't know in this realm of intellect.

and in regards to the top argument.... i'll accept that as the final answer.. ... light-kun would like taking it up the ass more though. he's kira if he says he doesn't.

for the actual question though,, my relationship with literature is very... hate-love-ish?

i like literature, but frankly i despise the general act of reading. anything longer than a few pages feels like hell to sit through. having to sit there and focus all my attention on scanning through words without being able to multitask is just.... euck. and i don't say that to drag anything down, because i do heavily enjoy literature, and art in general. it's just a personal thing really. i'm not happy about it either. i like being immersed in stories. i like drowning in pages of knowledge.. but i just can't stand all the words after a while. it's why i attach to video essays more, or audiobooks. anything that can give me the same/around the same amount of closure that a book can while allowing me to multitask is something i'll latch onto. it's just more efficient for the way my mind functions.

anyways, ignoring the fact that i just said i hate reading (i swear i still have redeeming qualities that can make up for it. maybe. hopefully.), i do still have works i really like. .. though, admittedly, they're a lot less sophisticated than light's recommendations. i would explain why but i think it'll explain itself fairly quickly:

Dork Diaries, If You Give a Mouse a Cookie, That's Debatable, and this one book i have that's just a collection of historical US documents (it's name is legitimately just The U.S. Constitution and Other Writings).

and.. that's all i have.

thank you again for the ask and response. i'll just hope i still have a reputation after this.

[transactinides]

Your food always look so delicious...did you learn how to cook it all by yourself? Do you follow any recipes?

yayyy yippiee thank u! i tried to explain my cooking journey but it somehow became quite the rant to i put it under the cut! TLDR: started by following recipes, first simple ones then more complicated. after being able to confidently follow the steps, started experimenting with adding my own vision. right now can cook by myself/come up with new recipes :D

originally i did learn to cook by just following recipes :3c when i was a kid, both my parents would come home super late from work, so they taught me how to cook some simpler stuff that didn't involve too much steps (throw in a bunch of frozen vegetables and chicken breats with herbs in the oven and leave it there, that level). uknow so both me and them could have a dinner and all :]. i also would help out with sunday breakfasts, or preparing stuff for holiday, and eventually it helped me become more confident in trying out more complicated things

i started looking up recipes online and following those (to varied results at first... cooking, as any other skill, comes with practice after all). funnily enough, i also got really into anime at around the same time, and it was before it became "mainstream" here, so if i wanted to try any of the oh so tasty looking gorgeous drawn foods i kept seeing, i had to make them myself o7 special shoutout to dorayaki here btw. so important to me as a person you have no idea.

by the late middle school/early high school point of my life i was around the level where if i was left alone for a while i'd have no problem feeding myself and even being a bit fancy about it if i was in the mood

due to other curcuimstances, i had started living alone in 2022, and the whole situation around it was honestly very stressful and, looking back at it, i was in a bad place mentally, so i started cooking and baking a Lot More to somewhat cope/as a stress-relief. Given that I had a lot of freedom (literal, as i was the only person in the appartment so the kitchen was all mine; financial, since i was sent a set amount of money i could spend however i want as long as i stayed within budget and survived; and living alone generally meant i could do whatever with no regard for others), i started experimenting like crazy. i would try new ingredients, new methods, i didn't really have to think of nutritional value or making reasonable diet choices or whatever. which wasn't as good for my physical health at times, but definitely helped me improve a lot and kept me sane. i was told not long my parents would track my mental state by the food photos i would send to them since i never tell them anything - if i suddenly stopped, they would know i hit another depressive episode, fun times.

eventually my qpp moved in with me, and i clung to my position of being the one in charge of cooking still, but with another person i actually cared about, i started being more consistent and aware with stuff i would cook. the fact that i had a solid understanding of basics from before + all that random experimentation i've done meant that i could look in the fridge and make something up on the spot, and the result would actually be nice and balanced and not too expensive, which is. pretty good i think. for me at least, having someone to feed has a rly positive effect on the quality of my dishes in general...