#and I don’t use that specific insult because I’m not enamored with it but I felt confused by the limitation

[cinnamonglaive]

I understand I’m edging into old crotchety bigot territory here but whyyyyyyy are we “not allowed” to call people “stupid” and “idiot” anymore. Also “crazy”. I’m not a benevolent and forgiving person all the time, other people are not benevolent and forgiving all the time, and I knowwwww gods yes I know that being perfectly kind and accepting would make the world a better place but it isn’t as gratifying. So why does using the most basic and general insults brand a person with the label of “ableist”? You’re telling me I can’t be rude at all? Sometimes the occasion calls for it.

[suchalonelysunflower]

I gave you my heart (h.s)

Pairing: Harry Styles X Reader

Requested: Yes!

Summary: Harry is trying to propose to you, but his family is getting in the way.

Warnings: Fluff. Angst if you really pay attention. Language. Mentions of alcohol (barely) Some grammatical errors (English is not my first language, sorry!)

Word count: 4.1 K

Author’s Note: Oh how I missed writing for Harry! And a fluffy piece nonetheless! Who am I? Well, this is a Holiday fic (non specific) and I’m also planning to do a 5SOS holiday fic by the end of the year, so stay tuned! 🌻 Reblogs, comments, feedbacks and likes are welcomed and encouraged! Please, I love to hear from you guys 💕 Hope you like it and Happy Reading 🦋✨

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Picture form Pinterest. Title from the song “last Christmas”

Ok i know this is cheesy but hear me out, Harry proposing on Christmas with his family around.

Harry kneeled in front of you. His hands were intertwined with yours as he spoke of all the grand adventures you had and how much he adores you while your eyes filled with glossy cold tears. He couldn’t see his mum from where he was, but he could already tell she started crying as well while Gemma held her in a side hug, watching the scene they never thought would happen being displayed in front of them.

Words of praise left his mouth like a symphony, knowing that he will never get tired of praising you as the angel you were. Tears started forming in his eyes as he promised you a lifetime of love and adventure, hoping with all his heart you would say yes.

They all knew the question that was going to pop out of his lips any time now.

“So, Y/N L/N” He said, as the fireworks started to go off behind them “Will you marry me?”

You wiped your tears with the back of your hand and with a smile you answered:

“You better wake up before I leave you in the car”

Harry opened his eyes in shock, cursing under his breath as he realized he had fallen asleep without realizing.

You were on your way to Anne’s house for the Holidays, just like you promised a few months ago when Harry finalized all his tour arrangements. You were very excited to see Harry’s family again, it has been a while since you got to spend any time with them as you accompanied Harry across the world for the most part of the past year. You love them with all your heart and it comforts you to know that the feeling is completely mutual - Anne practically adopting you the minute you came through the door as Harry’s partner a few years ago and Gemma quickly becoming your best friend over the span of a few minutes, bonding over clothes, movies and embarassing Harry stories.

Harry loved how much you and his family love each other, for that is all he asked. For him there are only three things that matter most: His music and his fans; His family and, of course, you. He felt really blessed to have you in his life during all these years, knowing that you love him just as much as he loves you (although he would always fight that he loves you more) You were his rock, his best friend, his world… and he cannot wait to put a rock on that hand to prove that to you.

He got the ring a few months prior, but he knew he wanted to marry you from the first moment he saw you interact with his family. He still remembers that cold December night when he came downstairs looking for you and you were sleeping on the couch next to Gemma. You have been talking all night and were exhausted by the time you both finished that bottle of wine. He stood on the entrance of the living room watching the cozy scene with a smile plastered across his face. He knew he loved you back then, but his happiness at that moment was unmatched.

He was so entranced by the picture that he didn’t notice Anne standing beside him.

“This one’s a keeper” She said in a low voice as she watched you both with tenderness in her eyes. But Harry already knew that.

And now, as you were driving the cold snowy roads of Cheshire, Harry drifted back from his fantasy waiting to come true. Thinking back and forward of the little velvet box that is hidden in his suitcase.

“Sorry,” He said with a yawn “Didn’t notice I fell asleep”

You smiled at him but kept your eyes on the road “It’s okay, love. I know you must be tired of the trip. That is why I asked you to switch seats and let me drive in the first place”

Harry stared at you for a moment, completely enamored by your thoughtfulness. He really was lucky to have you.

“Besides,” You joke “With your driving skills, we might get to Homes Chapel the day after the Holidays if we are lucky”

Harry rolled his eyes “Oh, bug off!” He said as he mocked annoyance, but his laugher soon joined yours as you continued your way towards his childhood home.

*

You let out a happy squeal once you noticed Anne standing in front of her house from a distance, wasting no time on parking the car so you could run up to her and hug her.

“Aww I’m so glad you’re finally here!” Said the matriarch of the Styles’ family as she crushed your body in a tight hug “I’m never letting you go a year without visiting us again!”

“It will not happen again! I promise” You answered with a laugh.

She let you go just enough so she could place her palm on your cheek, caressing it in a motherly way “You better! And in any case you could always run away from my son and come stay here for as long as you want!”

This is when Harry decided to interject. He was standing behind you, smiling at the exchange that was happening in front of him.

“Oi! No need for that now, mum”

Anne laughed as she went to hug her son, murmuring about how if he doesn’t keep an eye on you she would steal you from him without a second thought.

After a few more greetings, Anne ushered you into the house. The warm environment and the smell of a homemade meal made you feel at home.

You always loved to come and visit Harry’s childhood home. It reminded you of him, the real Harry you got to know on a more personal and deep level. The Harry that let all his walls down and let you in, welcoming you to his house, his family and friends and into his heart. The Harry you love with all your being.

“‘m gonna head and help mum with dinner” Your boyfriend said as he hung his coat by the door “You’ve been driving all day, love. You should rest”

He pressed his chest to your back and rounded his arms around your waist to hold you closer before placing a kiss to the shell of your ear. You hummed “‘m not tired. I don’t think I could rest till much later.”

“Still,” Harry said “At least try to rest? Don’t want you to feel sick and I know you’ll hate to miss all the traditions”

You sighed “At least that way I’ll get you to take care of me, right?” You smiled at him and he smiled back.

“Always, darling”

You placed a couple little chaste kisses to his lips, pulling away from his grasp before he started to try and deepend them as he always does “‘m gonna go unpack my suitcase then. Want me to unpack yours?”

Harry was about to answer when the alarms in his head went off, reminding him of the little box you should definitely not find “Uh, n-no. I have to show something to my mum” He lied “I’ll unpack my stuff later. Thank you, though”

His response got you a little confused, but you just shrug your shoulders and turned around towards the guest room, aka: Harry’s old room. Letting Harry let out a relief breath once you went out of sight. This was going to be a long holiday.

*

Gemma arrived later that night. She didn’t even put her luggage on the ground before she caught your eye and ran to hug you.

“Oh my god” She said, hugging you tighter “I have so much to tell you!”

“Oh sure,” Harry said, walking towards her as she almost left you out of breath “I’m just your brother who you haven’t seen in a long time… Why should I get a hug?”

The older Styles rolled her eyes “Because I see you in every social media post there is you dork! Besides, I have had Y/N in my life rather recently compared to living with you under the same roof for almost seventeen years”

Harry placed his hand over his heart and mocked a hurt expression, making his sister laugh before she moved on to wrap him into a hug.

“I missed you, you wanker” She said, hiding some love in the insult.

“Me too, jerk”

“But I missed Y/N more” She said with a grin, pulling away from Harry and turning back to you. Intertwining your arms so you’d walk together into the living room “So, I was telling you…”

Hours flew by and before you’d realized it was almost 2 am when you and Gemma made your ways to your respected rooms. You noticed that Harry went to bed a little earlier and you guessed he would be asleep by now.

You found your boyfriend safe and tucked away in dreams once you opened the door. You smiled to yourself as you admired his sleeping figure sprawled all over the bed with one arm spread over your side, waiting for you to cuddle up against it.

A yawn flew through you as the exhaustion of the day settled in. You quickly changed into your cozy pajamas, did your nighttime routine and layed in bed next to Harry, who, as soon as he felt you by his side, pulled your body closer to him.

“Hi” He said in a whisper, kissing the shell of your ear.

“I thought you were sleeping, H” You giggled as you felt his hand caress your side.

“Couldn’t sleep well without you, you know that”

And indeed you did. Harry always complained whenever he was on tour that he missed you too much and that he needed you even more “I just feel better when I’m with you, love. I do better. It’s like you are my lucky charm or something” He’d always said before he convinced you to travel the world with him. And, to be honest, you did not need that much convincing. If you could spend all your living days with Harry, you would.

“Wha’ time is it anyways?” He asked.

“Late” You shrugged, turning your body so you were facing him “I’m sorry. We didn’t realize we spent all night talking”

Harry furrowed his eyebrows “Why are you apologizing for? I love when you spend time with my family”

“But I almost didn’t spend time with you!”

Harry chuckled “It’s okay, love. I know how my mum and sister can get whenever you are around. They love you almost as much as I do”

“Well, Gemma did say she loved me more....” You teased, making Harry scoff.

“Not possible” He pressed his lips to yours, trying to make your worry disappear “‘m serious, though. Don’t be sorry for spending too much time with them. I swear it 's fine. We could have time for ourselves at any point of the Holiday”

You murmured a soft ‘okay’ before drifting into a peaceful sleep. Harry watched you sleep for a few minutes, taking in the joyful peace that your presence gifted to him whenever you were around. Thinking about how he cannot wait to make you an official Styles.

However, that was not going to be an easy job.

*

As the day passed, you and Harry had less and less time for yourselves as Anne and Gemma got you two completely busy with different activities. From getting the groceries, to help one of them decorate the house or even to just take a walk. You were never not doing something.

And it wasn’t like a bad thing either. On the contrary, you were having the time of your life sharing all of these amazing traditions with Harry’s family. They made you feel welcome and cared for, something that was fairly new to you since you met Harry.

You loved decorating the House and baking cookies with Anne, and it felt so great to have a friend like Gemma around to take the seriousness out of a serious situation and just let you have your fun. But you would be lying if you’d say that you don’t miss your boyfriend.

Even though Harry was always just mere feet from you, he was also caught up in various activities and could barely spend any time with you and that was making him frustrated.

The Holidays were stressful enough, but for Harry this took a whole other level when he thought about the proposal and how many times he failed at getting you two alone so he could do it.

The first miss opportunity came when it started snowing the day after your arrival. He knew how much you loved snow because, in your own words, it made it all seem magical. So when he woke up early that day, he decided that now was the time and that he was ready to pop up the big question. He was going to ask you to play in the snow - just like you usually do - and make a snowman. But the surprise would come with the ring that would be on the snowman’s finger, ready to be placed on your hand if you said yes. Sadly, when you two got ready to go and play, Anne solicited yours and Harry’s help to go and take some food to the shelter that was not so far away from here, a tradition the Styles’ family have been doing since Harry was a baby. When you came back, most of the snow had melted and you were too tired to even think of going outside again.

The second time Harry’s plan got held up was on a frosty night. He had prepared a cozy inside picnic in front of the fireplace for only you and him. He knew that Anne would be out with some of her friends and that Gemma had plans to meet up with someone on a date, so they wouldn’t be able to interrupt in any way. He got a bottle of wine, a charcuterie board, some chocolate covered strawberries, a fluffy blanket and some candles to light up the dark room. He also made you change in your pajamas so you’ll be even more comfortable during the date. Everything went according to plan, his hand almost reaching for the velvet box he hid under one of the couch’s cushions when Gemma came early from her date, completely ruining the moment as she came into the room fuming because she got stood up. Needless to say he did not propose that night.

Harry was convinced that the third time was the charm. Since it was obvious he couldn’t propose in the house without being rudely interrupted every time, he was going to take you out for lunch and then go ice skating, one of your favorite winter activities. Yes, he was aware that it wasn’t his most elaborated plans, but he didn’t know what to do. Plus, he had talked to the owner of the ice skating pit beforehand, asking him to please let them have at least one hour of privacy so he could propose in peace. The owner even promised him to play the playlist Harry made for you and to add some special lightning to make the moment more romantic.

Feeling excited, Harry ran down the stairs to give you the news of your date. But his face fell when he saw you getting ready to go out with Gemma and his mum.

“Are you going out?” He asked as he saw you put on your coat.

“Yes,” You answered with a smile, but that smile soon felt when you saw the disappointment in Harry’s eyes “Your mum asked me and Gemma to go for a last minute shopping run… Harry are you okay, love?”

Your boyfriend closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, a habit he acquired whenever he was frustrated “‘m perfect” He mumbled, turning around to go back to your shared room.

But you were quicker as you grabbed him softly by the arm to make him stop in his tracks. Slowly making him turn around so he was face to face with you “Don’t lie, H. What is going on?”

“‘m just,” He started, but he couldn’t even look you in the eyes as he tried to find the right words to say to you, almost feeling like he is failing you somehow “We never got the chance to spend some time together, Y/N. You are always busy or I am always busy with my mum or with Gemma that I almost didn’t see you this whole trip and I-I just miss you”

Your eyes softened and your heart fluttered with his words. You missed him too, much more than you could say. Everytime you find some time for yourselves you get interrupted and by the end of the day you are both too tired to do anything else besides sleeping. You could tell Harry was frustrated by this whole ordeal, you just didn’t imagine it would affect him this much.

You cupped his cheek and brought him into a sweet kiss “I miss you too, love. Very much” You watched how Harry’s green eyes softened, but they still held an unspoken sadness “If you want me to stay with you, then I’ll stay with you. I don’t need to go with them, you know?”

Harry sighed, placing his hand over yours and caressing it with his thumb “I know” He said as he gave a kiss to your palm “You know how much I love seeing you hanging out with them and I know how much you enjoy it. You should go”

“But Harry-”

“Go, have fun!” He said in a cheerful tone as he brought you closer to give you a hug “I’ll be fine, love. I just want you to remember this Holiday and to enjoy it as much as you can”

“Are you sure? Because I can stay if you-”

“‘m sure,” He smiled, placing a kiss on your forehead, “Go, darling. They must be waitin’”

You smiled back at him and pecked his lips before turning around and closing the front door. Missing for just a second the way Harry’s smile dropped as he saw his plan being shut down once again.

*

He wasn’t proud of his last resort. He knew you deserved an epic proposal, something that could come out from an Oscar winning movie. Something that was as special as you are. And he was beating himself for ruining every chance he’s got to do this properly, but he promised himself that he would not let you - nor him - return home without a shiny rock on your hand. And a Styles never backs down from a promise.

So, with his heart almost beating out of his chest, he placed the gift bag with the other gifts that adorned the living room. Everything will be done tomorrow and there is no turning back now. It was now or never.

The next morning, you found yourself caught up in another Styles’ tradition. You were all sitting in the living room wearing your coziest pajamas as you drank hot cocoa and ate some gingerbread cookies with a pinch of peppermint. It was almost time to open the presents and you could tell Harry was feeling rather anxious.

“Did you sleep well?” You asked as you curreled up to him on the couch that was facing Anne and Gemma, who were already starting to distribute the presents among you.

Harry hummed as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, turning his face so he was looking at you. He could swear in that moment that he has never seen someone as beautiful as you right now as you watched him with doe eyes, your hair a little bit messy and a thin layer of chocolate decorating your upper lip. He was completely and utterly in love with you.

“Yeah, why’d you ask?”

You shrugged “You were tossing and turning a lot last night, almost like you were nervous or something. Are you sure everything’s alright?”

Harry smiled “I got you, don’t I? How could anything not be alright?”

You rolled your eyes at his cheesy remark, but quickly gave him a kiss on the cheek. Harry didn’t miss the way your cheeks blushed.

“I asked Anne and Gemma to give us a day for ourselves” You said after a moment. Harry looked at you surprised. You couldn't know..? “I told them I felt guilty that I haven’t spent any time with you since we arrived and they understood” You smiled at him “I got you all for myself today, mr. Styles”

Harry’s eyes filled with glee as he brought your lips to him, kissing you with all the love he could pour at the moment.

“Uh, mum?” Gemma’s voice interrupted the scene “I don’t think this is mine” She said as she opened a gift bag.

“No? It’s a jewelry bag so I thought-”

Gemma shook her head “No! This is definitely not for me” She said as she took the little velvet box from inside, making the room go completely quiet. In that moment, all eyes went to Harry as he watched the scene with horror.

“Oh shit” He said, untangling himself form you so he could grab the box from his sister’s hand “Actually, this is mine”

All three of you stayed quiet as he grabbed your hand and kneeled in front of your sitting figure on the sofa.

“Oh my god” You said, covering your mouth that almost fell to the ground because of the shock.

“Oh my god” Gemma and Anne said in unison as they realized what was happening in front of them.

“Y/N,” Harry said looking into your eyes “Let me start by saying that this is not how things were supposed to go. And I’m not just talking about my sister opening your gift. I’ve been trying to propose for as long as this Holiday lasted. Waiting for the perfect moment because you are my perfect half, my soulmate and you deserve nothing less than pure and utter perfection, my love. And I’m sorry I can’t give that to you now”

You could feel the tears pouring down your face since the moment he kneeled in front of you, but hearing Harry say that he wanted to propose all along made you cry harder, how did you get so lucky?

“I knew I had to do this here, for this is the place where I knew I wanted to marry you the first time we came to visit. I have loved you from the very first moment you said hello, and I knew from that instant that you were going to become my favorite hello and my most painful goodbye. Y/N you are magic, my love. My lucky charm. Everything I do, everything I say or think or sing is for and because of you. You are my muse and my best friend. My anchor and my wings. I cannot live without you nor do I ever want to. You have bewitched me body and soul and I love you. I love you. I love you”

You could hear the distant sobs of Anne in the background, but all you could see was Harry. Harry, your best friend and lover. Harry, the person who filled your life with love and light. Harry, who was now on one knee, with tears in his eyes and a ring on his hand. Harry. Harry. Harry.

“You don’t have to say yes, but I really hope that you do. Y/N, my love. I love you more than life itself, you have made me a better man by loving me the way that you do. Let me love you the same now and forever. Will you marry me?”

You nodded through the tears “Yes, Harry. A million times yes!”

You swore Harry’s smile could light up the world in that moment as he slid the ring down your finger. But you didn’t even look as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him like his mum and sister weren’t watching, throwing the both of you to the floor.

Anne and Gemma started clapping, celebrating the new beginning of the young couple. Because these holidays had a new meaning now, since now and forever they will be remembered as the day you said “yes” to the love of your life.

Tags: @iknowyouthinkimbulletproof @multistann @mystic-232

[ckneal]

About a month ago, I had a fairly random revelation that Lilith was to Lucifer what Adam was to Michael. Not in the sense that she was ever his vessel, as all humans capable of serving that role are purportedly descended from Adam and Eve, and, while it’s never specifically confirmed to be true for the Supernatural universe, most lore surrounding Lilith sets her up as being too old for that.

And I also don’t necessarily mean that Lucifer and Lilith were in love—Lucifer is too egotistical and arrogant for me, personally, to believe he’s capable of a true romantic bond, and it is twice stated that he lost his virginity to Kelly Kline, in settings that leant themselves toward his credibility on this subject (musing aloud to an uncomprehending Kelly in the privacy of their bedroom, and awkwardly grappling for something to say in his first unplanned meeting with Jack, respectively)—leading me to believe that the recognizable sleazy substitute for love (lust) was not present between these two either. But, I do think that there was a connection there, and I do find myself curious about it.

After all, Lilith was willing to die to set Lucifer free from the cage. And yes, I am aware that she had made a deal with Michael to help set off the apocalypse, and she was obligated to carry out her part, but has anyone ever wondered what exactly Lilith got out of the bargain? She’s not exactly written like Eve, from season 6. She is not mothering toward demonkind. I can’t see her sharing Michael’s motivation to bring God back. The one who stood to benefit from her sacrifice, was, in fact, Lucifer. (And Michael, obviously.)

I think that the bond Lilith and Lucifer formed was a bit similar to what Adam and Michael had, in that it came from a lack of choice. I firmly believe that Lilith and Lucifer spent a decent amount of time together in Hell, just the two of them. Likely for a much longer period of time than Michael and Adam did in the cage. We don’t know exactly when Lucifer made Lilith, but we do know that he was out and moving around for awhile after the apple incident that Gadreel was incarcerated for—after all, Cain was a grown man when he caught Lucifer circling Abel and agreed to take the Mark. And bible ages are a little strange, but let’s say that that’s a good couple of decades in earth time. That’s much longer in Hell. Assuming that Lilith was turned prior to Cain, that’s a long time with Lucifer and Lilith being the only two occupants of Hell. (Well, except for Ramsey and her hellpuppies; remember she was pregnant when Lucifer saved her from extinction.)

And I wonder if in that time, the two of them could have developed a begrudging sort of friendship? Just from the forced proximity—Michael was clearly capable of decimating Lilith on sight if she went back to earth, and there weren’t exactly a lot of humans wondering around that early on in the species to provide her with cover—not to mention a meatsuit. She was pretty much stuck there, while Lucifer was presumably laying low, while he got his schemes together. Setting up the horsemen, binding Death, somehow getting and hiding the demon tablet, creating the Princes of Hell, and such. . .Just a lot of stuff, and where he used to have a vast multitude of siblings to talk to, he now just had this snarky little corrupted human soul, and I think—I think—they became friends.

And Lucifer considers this to be the filthiest thing that he’s ever done—on par with the most torrid, disgusting affair that anyone has ever had, and he still hates everything about it to this day. That’s why Lucifer never once talks about Lilith. He is nauseated by the fact that they were the original frenemies, completely disgusted and powerless to resist their intense conversational chemistry, and if they saw each other tomorrow there’s a tiny part of him that will still light up because no one has ever been more thoroughly on his level.

And it’s fucking mutual. If they saw each other tomorrow, they would exchange the most vehement of insults, maybe even physically attack one another, shouting their hatred at full volume—and then a few hours later be spotted at a coffee shop, passionately talking trash on Sam Winchester, and set terrible, terrible plans in motion that will plague Sammy’s life for the next several years. When they part ways, they would both feel intensely dirty, telling themselves that this will never happen again—but Lucifer has never been one to resist temptation, and at 3am finds himself sending that text message he knows he’ll regret later. . . “So what are your thoughts on Dean? ;)” And off they go again, all night long.

And that’s why Lilith was willing to lay down her life to set Lucifer free. And it’s also why she had her moment of doubt, when she nearly got Sam to agree to that demon deal. She had a moment of realizing that she was about to die for an asshole she doesn’t even like.

I personally like to think that Michael was the archangel who nearly came blasting in to defend Chuck that night, when Dean pulled the plug on the deal Sam was about to make (and before you try to tell me that wasn’t a real deal because Lilith was planning a trap—rewatch that scene, Sam was the one who played dirty by reaching for the demon-killing knife; Lilith was busy eyeing his crotch through his jeans and feeling up his chest). After Lilith smoked out of her meatsuit, I like to think that Michael followed her and gave a kind of prep talk, telling her that it’s important that they remember their motivations, shameful though they might be

At which point, Lilith just bursts into tears, crying, “Oh god, you’re right. . .He’s my best friend—how did this happen? How did this—Oh god, oh god, oh god, I’m going to be sick!”

Lilith sobs into Michael’s wings, while Michael is just sort of stuck standing there, because Lilith is gripping one of his four heads with both hands as she cries, while the other three are looking around for help, intensely confused because he, of course, was talking about bringing God back, and now he has no idea what to do to get out of this uncomfortable social situation that he does not understand.

And thinking about Lucifer and Lilith and Michael and Adam as parallels, it gets me asking these questions about how things would go if the roles were reversed. Would Adam willing lay down his life to free Michael from the cage? As a fanfiction writer, I enjoy the idea of saying yes.

In fact, I’m a little enamored with the idea of a parallel world where everything is flipped. Where it’s Michael in the box, and Adam running around breaking seals, Adam on that final, fateful night—after having had his moment of doubt in which he’d lured Ramiel into a secluded spot and offered to stand down and nearly banged Ramiel’s brains out in the bargain—but that’s all past, and now he’s firm in his resolve. Adam standing in front of a mirror—but instead of the white gown that Lilith wore, Adam’s in a black suit, dressed as if it were his wedding day, though he’ll never see his groom. And Raphael appearing at his elbow, looking concerned—instead of some random follower of Lilith’s, and Adam telling Raphael to be happy. Everything is going to be okay.

And it’s Adam reclining against the alter, all serene anticipation as Ramiel—the second Prince of Hell, who rejected his place in the succession because all he wanted was to live out a quiet life with his fishing gear, well away from the Pit and the Life��comes storming into the church with Zachariah at his side, assuring Ramiel that he’s trained for this, he can do it—only to have Azazel come bursting in behind them, shouting, “NO, RAMMY! IT’S WHAT HE WANTS!”

[hazelsheartsworn]

The Imposter Crown - 3. Charmed, I'm Sure

Part 3 of " The Imposter Crown" (Link to Master Post and AO3)

A Jurdannet Folktober 2021 Story by hazelsheartsworn

Jude can't dwell on her spoiled twilight evening with Cardan. Tonight she's host to a large revel with dignitaries from many courts, including the Court of Teeth. Can she play the politics of diplomacy and unravel the mystery that keeps appearing in her orbit?

Read Part 3 Below or on AO3! Word Count: 1501

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The eerie feelings are quickly swept away as we prepare for the largest revel in months. Delegations from several faerie courts are attending, including Suren with the Court of Teeth. The Bomb, Roach, and I have worked tirelessly with the Court of Shadows to plan for any manner of fallout or deceit. Actually, Cardan planned the twilight picnic because  playing spy-master had taken up so much of my time for the past fortnight.

The revel opens with a full harvest theme, matching the opening of autumn. September has been mild. The feast tables look like an overabundant farmer’s market. Fruits, vegetables, all in fall colors cover the table tops, which I’m sure would bow from the weight if not magically enchanted.  The spread is chaotic as there is no specific planned menu.  Cardan has become enamored with “potlucks” ever since we spent the 4th of July with Vivi, Heather, and Oak and attended their apartment complex’s barbecue.  Court of Shadows spies are all dressed as servants to receive each court’s contribution and check it for poison.

I approach Severin, the Alderking, who watches this process intently.

“If I remember, your father took tribute of every harvest from Fairfold” I burst out. It seems my nerves have left me no tact whatsoever. Severin blinks slowly, locking his shoulders, but not before I note his slight shudder, as if suppressing a bad memory.

He turns to me, “Yes, all part of his purposeful negotiations with mortals to extort them in exchange for his “protection.” I’m so glad to have officially ended those annual collections.  But mortals can be stubborn creatures and my cooks still have to find a creative plethora of dishes for bushels of corn and apples.”

I am relieved that my blunt words and Cardan’s BYO party antics haven't insulted the Alderking.  When Severin’s human companion returns and starts chattering about pumpkin spiced drinks, I politely excuse myself to continue circulating.

Suren stands near the dais, at the fringe of the revel crowd. I see no counselors or retinue from the Court of Teeth, but she stands over and watches a game of Victorian solitaire played by two ogres. This may be my only opportunity to greet her alone, so I take a moment to stand taller and head over. We give the standard perfunctory greetings of state, looking askance so as not to make eye contact and mean any of the superficial statements. I make the mistake of avoiding her eye contact and looking at the game board. Instead of marbles, they’re using eyeballs for game pieces. I snap my head up and catch Suren’s eyes watching my reaction greedily.  I return a manic grin to hide appearing weak. I don’t trust the Court of Teeth since they tried to ensnare both Cardan and me under their power with a magic bridle.  It mysteriously disappeared after Cardan returned to his original form, but I’m wary of whatever magic, trick, or old-fashioned politics they might utilize to undermine us.  Best to come out strong, to come off harsh and unrelenting.

“Dear Suren, it’s been ages since we’ve seen the Court of Teeth attend the High Court.  I can’t imagine the weather in the North keeping you.” I try to keep my face neutral, to not raise the eyebrow that Cardan would raise. He could get away with it, I cannot.  I mentally catalog each knife on my person should Suren’s reaction be poor.

““Surely you’ve heard of the stirrings up North.  The solitary fae have taken to calling them the Red Rogue, but it’s some fae gathering insurgent forces under a red banner.  It quite seems like a red cap, what with that color so integral to their propaganda. Well, that and the ravaged remains we’ve encountered from rural villages. Quite a bloodthirsty campaign. We’ve yet to catch this Red Rogue, but they seem to have appeared just around the time your foster father was stripped of name and title, exiled from the realm. How interesting, don’t you think?”

One ogre shouts uproariously and flips the board off its barrel. Suren and I both sidestep together to avoid the ensuing brawl. Before I can spitball my retort, Oriana appears at my side.  She’s been granted a temporary stay of exile so she can see Oak while he visits Faerie. Through Taryn, I discovered that she loathes seeing Oak in the mortal world, living a mundane life with Vivi and Heather. Apparently there was an “abhorrent display” at the local mall food court.  So, Cardan and I have granted her an allowance to stay with Taryn and tend to Oak when he’s visiting Faerie. On this visit, however, Oak canceled at the last minute in order to attend a sleepover birthday party.  Taryn invited her to tonight’s revel instead. Just to be safe, all her attendants are all my spies.

But how is it that Oriana has come to fetch me just as there’s a rumor that sounds just like Madoc’s bruised ego?

“Oriana, hail, you’ve met Suren, queen of the Court of Teeth?”  They have met before, when Cardan was transformed into a snake by Grimsen’s magical curse. I was in sole custody of the throne and both of them were trying to thwart and usurp my rule.  Some insecure part of me is wary of their acquaintance.

“Charmed, I’m sure.  Taryn bids me to implore your presence and guidance.” Her reply is so quick it’s as if she planned to say it before heading over here. Oh, I do not like how this makes me feel about this Red Rogue story. I’ve had no intel about it, Oriana comes over to interrupt as soon as Suren brings up some story that sounds like Madoc’s vengeance and nothing I notice or pick up between the two seems to make a reliable connection. Damn, how did we miss this.  Let’s see if I can get something out of them.

“Yes, certainly. Suren, we are pleased to host you and enjoy the revel and send word if your court is found wanting for reinforcements or strategy to contain that pesky rebel.” Let both these fae assume my arrogance or disinterest in this matter. I’ll need to send Ghost or Snapdragon on reconnaissance. Neither betrays any emotion worthwhile. I place my arm on the crook of Oriana’s arm and turn both of us away.  I wonder if I can pull information from Oriana.

“Oriana, what does your husband do these days?”  Even though my heart stings, I cannot speak his name aloud anymore.  No one can.  But she knows this name game. She followed Madoc into exile of her own volition.  We walk four courtly steps, a gait as slow as the foot count, before she replies.

“He fares well, '' she posits. I press her about his employment, his reaction to the mortal world, how she passes the time in a world of iron and electronic bustle but she evades true answers as if she’s slipped back into her role of courtier.  None of this allays my fears about a vengeful red cap. In fact, it heightens it. I was always too rough for Oriana,  too rough an object to mold and smoothen for life in the High Court. So she never clipped her words or gave me pretty blandishments. That she does it now gives me great pause and my feet mirror my thoughts. As I’m stopped I stare at her pale face, clearly wanting for more from her, same as always.

It’s always like this at revels. As Queen, if you stop at all, you’re not alone for long at all.  Mother Marrow, her daughter in tow.  I don’t dislike Mother Marrow so I’ll indulge this interruption. Mother Marrow’s magic is just powerful and untenable enough that I find it worth courting her favor, in a queenly way, of course.

I remember her daughter when Mother Marrow first sought sanctuary with the High Court. They tried to trick Cardan into marrying the daughter. I remember her, bird feet, and a pretty face. She played shy last time and turned her shoulders in to seem smaller and submissive.  Not so now.  She stands tall now, taller than me, prouder than when she was under her mother’s wing. I finally learn her name.

“Malu,” she remarks and she quickly adds, “but it’s not from Latin, nothing ‘bad.’”

She’s just come back from staying with cousins abroad, but she doesn’t indicate where. She and Mother Marrow depart quickly after making introductions and I am left again with Oriana, holding tight to her elbow.

It’s not uncommon to hear a gasp or shriek, or several at a revel; faerie whims often lean toward the macabre and violent.  They are inhuman after all. But Oriana is not one for theatrics. I’m looking past her face scanning the room when she drops my arm to gasp into her hands. I turn around to follow her gaze.

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Coat Closet (Rafe x Reader)

A/N: Another Rafe fic! I loved this idea but it took me a while to even think about how I would have to make Rafe act sweet towards the reaer but keep up his attitude with the Pogues. Also, btw, this happens in an AU where Rafe didn’t kill Peterkin.

Pairing: Rafe x Reader

Request: Can you write a Rafe fic about him having had a crush on the reader for a long time and one night a party turns into a smaller get-together and they end up playing truth or dare + reader and Rafe get dared to do a 7 minutes in heaven type thing and he confesses to her 🥺🥺🥺

Summary: As Sarah´s birthday party comes to an end, the remaining people decide to play truth or dare.

Warnings: I believe only swear words and teenagers insulting each other lol

COAT CLOSET

It was ironic, really. The fact that Rafe Cameron had fallen for Y/N Y/L/N was just simply ironic. 

After all, Rafe had always had a special place in his heart to hate the Pogues. But for some reason, he never seemed to be able to hate you. 

It all started the first time he saw you. You had been hanging out on the beach with JJ and Pope during the summer before high school began when Rafe had shown up along with some of his friends. He had been trying to piss JJ off when you had come back from the water. 

Rafe swore he had never seen anyone so perfect. Your smile was shining against the bright sun, you skin was glowing, your eyes were twinkling, and you hair was drifting along with the ocean breeze. He fell silent at once. 

“Cat got your tongue?” JJ joked. But Rafe was too busy staring at you to even hear him. 

When you had approached the group, you frowned. What are the Kooks doing here? 

“What’s up?” you asked. You knew from what JJ, John B and Pope had told you that Rafe and his pack of frat-boy wannabes were trouble. 

Rafe cleared his throat and replied before JJ could even open his mouth, “Nothing. Nothing at all. We good here?”

Rafe’s index finger was motioning towards JJ and himself, making JJ frown. As far as he knew, Rafe never gave up a fight. “Uh... yeah. I guess.”

Rafe smiled slightly, before turning towards you and saying, “It was nice meeting you.”

With that he turned away. The rest of the Kooks that had been with him stared at his back before following him, finding his actions to be very unlike Rafe.

JJ shared a look with Pope as if to say, What was that? However, their thoughts were interrupted by you. 

“Well, he seems nicer than what you guys make him out to be.”

JJ scoffed as Pope coughed. “Nice, my ass. He probably thinks you’re cute or something. He’s never acted like that with us and the only difference to the other times we’ve been with him is that you’re here.”

This made you laugh. “As if.”

Pope shook his head, knowing that both your stubbornness and JJ’s was going to lead to a possible fight. “C’mon, guys. Let’s just head back to the water.”

You quickly pushed Rafe out of your mind. However, Rafe didn’t seem to be able to do so.

He kept on imagining what your tan skin would feel like under his fingers, or how soft your hair must be. He was completely smitten with you, and that made him feel disgusted at himself. How could he have taken even a slight liking towards a Pogue?

As time went by, Rafe continued to torment the Pogues when you weren’t around. The Pogues would tell you about this all the time, but you never really believed them. 

“He’s just really nice to me,” you’d say. It was true, he had never bothered the Pogues when you were around. 

John B would laugh and tease you. “That’s because he likes you.”

“Stop!” you’d exclaim with a laugh. “You don’t know that! For all we know he could be crushing on Kie or something.”

Kie would only scoff and say, “Yeah, ‘cause Rafe is so nice to me.”

Meanwhile the Kooks would laugh at Rafe’s behavior. 

“Dude,” Topper would say, “just hook up with anyone else and forget about her. How could you even think about liking a Pogue?”

“Shut up,” he would mutter.

The Kooks would continue to tease him and question his feelings, but this never made them waver. He was still enamored by you and your presence. 

When Sarah began dating John B, Rafe secretly thought it meant he might get closer to you. Sure, he hated the Pogues, but if Sarah was hanging around them that meant she was hanging out with you. And yes, he would give Sarah shit for being with the Pogues, but he knew that this was the only opportunity he was going to have to get you alone, ever. 

This was why he was so nervous for Sarah’s birthday party. It was happening around him at that precise moment, and he had been looking around for you all night. 

Since you were here, Rafe had not tried to start anything with the Pogues. He even broke a possible fight between Kelce and John B just because you were here. 

However, Rafe hadn’t even seen you. He just knew of your presence around the house because he had specifically asked Sarah (about twenty times) if you had arrived. 

You, on the other hand, hadn’t even thought about Rafe during the night. You had been dancing around with Kie and Pope for most of the time and would sometimes be joined by JJ, John B, and the birthday girl herself. You had also been drinking, just enough to be buzzed, and you were just enjoying the night. After all, you were going to be staying at the Cameron residence until the next morning, so you didn’t have to worry about your parents finding out that you had been drinking. 

As the party began to simmer down, people began to leave. It was just past midnight when the group had been reduced to the Pogues, Rafe, two or three of his friends, Scarlet (Sarah’s Kook best friend) and a couple of more stragglers, including some of the Cameron’s cousins. 

It was the first time Rafe had seen you all night, and he felt his breath get caught in his throat. You were dressed in really simple clothing, but Rafe thought you could make literally anything look amazing. You were also wearing makeup, which he assumed Sarah had applied, which truly surprised him because he had never seen you wear makeup before. He tried to approach you as to start a conversation but was interrupted by his younger sister. 

“Hey,” she screamed over everybody else, “Let’s play truth or dare!”

The fifteen or so people that had stayed back sat down in a circle in the living room. The couches had been pushed back to make space for a makeshift dance floor, and that was where they were seated. 

Rafe began to walk towards you, so that you could both be seated together and strike up a conversation, but backtracked when he noticed you were already surrounded by people.

He took a seat next to Jason, his best friend, who only chuckled at his luck. “Just get over her, dude.”

Rafe ignored him, staring at you in a longing way. 

You were pretty much oblivious to his stare on you. You were actually pretty much oblivious to his whole crush on you. Sure, the Pogues would tease you with him but you were almost certain that whatever they were talking about was false. 

However, their teasing had made you reflect on Rafe a lot. You had decided a long time ago that, if it ever came down to it, you would happily try dating him. He had always been nice and sweet to you, and would always ask about how your day had been whenever you would bump into each other. He made you feel important, and you really liked that. 

Sarah had arrived at the circle once again, this time with a bottle of vodka in her hands. She placed it down in the center of the circle before announcing she would be the first to spin. The bottle landed on Kimmy, who chose truth. Sarah made her cousin confess the most embarrassing thing that had happened to her, to which she responded she had peed her pants in the seventh grade. 

It was then Kimmy’s turn to spin the bottle. It landed on Kie, who chose to dare. Kimmy made her take off her shirt for the following two rounds which Kie did, as she had a bathing suit underneath. 

The game continued for various rounds, during the which JJ had to kiss Pope, John B had to jump into the pool, Scarlet had to down three tequila shots, and many other dares. Suddenly it was Jason’s turn to spin the bottle, and he smiled in a menacing way when it landed on Rafe. 

“Hmmm,” Jason pretended to think while “I dare you to go into the closet and do 7 minutes in heaven.”

Rafe’s eyes widened. He didn't want to kiss anybody except for you, but he also didn’t want to kiss you if it was part of a dare. 

“U - um, with who?” Rafe asked, not really wanting to know. 

Jason pretended to have a look around the circle, even though he knew exactly who he would call on. 

You stared back at Jason trying to decipher who he would call. When his eyes fell on you, you noticed how his pupils stopped moving. A smirk grew on his lips. 

“With Y/N.”

A jolt of nervousness went through your body before you told yourself to calm down. Nothing had to happen, right?

You stood up, brushing off your clothes, and walked towards Rafe, offering a hand for you to help him stand up. 

The Pogues were shocked. They did not expect you to agree to the dare. 

Rafe stared at your hand not believing how quickly you agreed. Does this mean you liked him, too? He continued to only stare at your hand. 

“C’mon, Rafe,” you ushered him, wiggling your hand in his face. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

Rafe nodded, dumbfoundedly. He took your hand and stood up, surprised when you didn’t let go of him and lead him towards the coat closet that was in the living room. 

Trying to seem confident you opened the door and dragged Rafe in. Closing the door behind you, you turned around and placed your back against it. 

“Hey,” you said to Rafe. 

“Hey,” he replied scratching the back of his neck. 

“So, how are you?” you asked trying to make conversation while looking around at all of the fancy coats there were in the closet. 

“Oh, um, good, good. Yeah, I’m good,” Rafe swallowed a lump in his throat. What the hell is wrong with me? “How have you been?”

You smiled while walking towards a big fur coat hung right beside Rafe. “I’m great.”

Pulling the jacket out, you tried it on. You giggled as you said, “Look at this coat! It makes me look huge!”

Rafe smiled at your childish antics. He still thought you looked tiny, and the coat seemed to be eating you up. “Yeah, it kind of does.”

“C’mon, let’s find a coat for you!”

While you began searching for a coat, the rest of the partiers outside had counted a minute since you and Rafe had disappeared in the closet. 

“Oh, wow!” you exclaimed pulling a coat out. Rafe was staring at you, smiling and lightly biting his lip. “Come here! Let me put it on!”

Rafe stepped closer to you, trapping you between the wall of the closet and himself. You placed the coat around him and helped him slip into the coat. 

“Now we both look huge!” you stated a goofy smile on your lips. 

Rafe chuckled again. You could only smile back. 

You turned around once again but lost your balance. You would have landed on your butt if it weren’t for Rafe’s strong hands catching you and pulling you towards him. 

“Careful,” he said looking down at you. 

“Yeah. I know,” you replied looking up at his eyes. “I’m just really clum...”

The words had died in your mouth. His green eyes were staring straight into your soul, and you felt the tension rise around both of you. 

Outside, the rest of the partiers had counted to three minutes since you and Rafe had disappeared in the coat closet. 

You smiled up at Rafe. “Hi,” you said softly. 

“Hey,” he grinned back. 

The both of you were leaning in. Your hands, which were on his chest, could feel his heart racing. Is he nervous? you asked yourself. 

Rafe stared at you, expecting you to pull back. If she doesn’t pull back in the next five seconds, I’m going to kiss her, Rafe made his mind up. 

One.

You were still smiling up at him. 

Two.

His eyes turned down to your lips.

Three.

You stared down at his lips. 

Four. 

He looked back up at your eyes, looking for reassurance.

Five.

Rafe leaned in, the only thought on his mind was you. 

Finally, you thought as you pressed your lips into his. 

Explosions. That was what Rafe felt. His stomach felt like it was going to explode because he finally, finally got to kiss you after two years of wanting you. He could finally wrap his arms around your body, under your big coat, as your hands traveled up to his hair, making his signature hairstyle fall apart. Your lips felt like heaven to him, and he could only hope you thought the same thing about him. He shuffled, moving one of his legs between yours and slowly moving his hand down until it reached the bottom of your thigh.

Pulling away, Rafe latched onto your neck and hoisted you up so that you could wrap your legs around his waist under the coat he was wearing. His tongue danced around your neck as you were sure he was going to leave marks upon it. You moaned softly, his lips feeling like heaven to you, and you could only hope he thought the same thing about you. He smirked at the noises and whimpers leaving your mouth, pressing you further into the wall so that he could have a better angle to kiss your neck. 

One of your hands was pressed against his chest again, and you slowly moved it down so that it was close to the waistband of his pants. He pulled away and stared at you. 

“Hey,” you said, smiling. 

“If you go there, there is no going back,” he said quickly. “I really don’t think I’ll be able to control myself.”

You giggled and smiled at him. Pulling your hand back. “We’ll leave that for next time.”

Rafe smiled, before kissing you again. 

Outside, the rest of the partiers had counted to seven minutes since you and Rafe had disappeared in the coat closet.

Sarah approached the closet and knocked softly. 

Both you and Rafe were startled and pulled away. You turned towards the door and listened. Had seven minutes really gone by so fast?

“Hey guys, your time is up!”

You pushed at Rafe’s shoulders signaling for him to let you go. He let you down softly but did not remove his hands from your body. 

“Let’s go,” you smiled at him. You took off your coat and hanged it back on the rod where it originally was. You fixed your hair as quickly as you could and moved towards the door. However, before you could reach the door knob Rafe pulled you back, making you fall into his chest, and kissed you one last time. 

“Okay, let’s go,” he said with finality. He opened the door as you both tried to nonchalantly sit back down in the circle. The Pogues stared at you with a questioning look, trying to figure out what had happened. 

“Is it my turn?” you asked, a small smile playing on your lips. 

“Yeah,” Sarah answered. You spun the bottle, which landed on Jason again. 

“Truth or dare?” you asked him.

“Dare,” he said. You felt a particular pair of eyes on you, which made you blush softly. 

“Hmm, I dare you to go skinny dipping at the end of the dock.”

Jason smirked. “Oh, it’s on.”

Jason quickly moved towards the outside of the house, followed by the rest of the partiers. You stayed still waiting for the room to empty. Rafe had stayed behind. 

“Are you not going to watch him complete his dare?”

You nodded and stood up. “Yeah.”

“Good, because I really want to see this.”

With that Rafe took your hand in his, and you both moved down to the dock, where Jason had already jumped in. The rest of the teenagers were taking off their clothes, ready to follow him. You and Rafe removed your clothes and jumped in to the ocean, and he didn’t let go of your hand for the rest of the night.

[acousticcheeze]

Here's my 100 questions for my OC thing!

My OC is Laureli, a 6'2 Altmer trying to make his way in Skyrim

1. What do they smell like?

Whatever alchemy ingredient he’s been working with, really. Lavender is what he smells like most often, though.

2. What is their voice like?

A smooth-ish medium pitch Altmer voice that has elements of calm and irritation.

3. What is their biggest motivator?

Helping others through his alchemy. He wants to improve medicine for Skyrim, as well as all of Tamriel.

4. What is their most embarrassing memory?

He had a whole scientific presentation one year that ended up being completely wrong. He got humiliated in front of everyone.

5. How do they deal with/react to pain?

Winces at it, curses, and then gets to treating the problem.

6. What do they like to wear?

Functional clothes that keep him warm and allow him to carry alchemy ingredients in his pockets.

7. Which of their relationships have impacted them most positively?

The relationships with some of the people he’s helped over the years. It gave him a sense of purpose and fulfillment knowing that he could help people, save people.

8. What’s the weirdest thing they’ve ever eaten?

He’s an alchemist...in Skyrim...I’m pretty sure there are a few contenders… (giants toe, large/small antlers, ectoplasm, the list goes on)

9. Describe the way that they sleep.

Normal side sleeper. Prefers to sleep on his left side.

10. What is their favorite food/kind of food?

Horker stew. It’s actually way better than he thought it would be.

11. What do they feel most insecure about?

If what he’s doing is good enough. He has big problems with perfectionism that still persist with him even after leaving Summerset.

12. How do they like to dress?

Robes with an alchemy enchantment and a hood.

13. How do they react to feelings of guilt?

He tries to shake them off, but has panic attacks and whatnot sometimes as a result of them.

14. How do they react to/deal with betrayal?

Is completely shattered by it. He’s dealt with this so many times before, though, so he keeps his cards close to his chest.

15. What is their greatest achievement?

Creating potions that help much more than the average cure disease potion would, as well as all sorts of other concoctions. Also, he’s created a sort of disinfectant and is working on a hand sanitizer.

16. What are they like when they’ve gotten too little sleep?

Cranky, cranky, cranky.

17. What are they like when they’re drunk?

Drunk? Oh no no no no Laureli does not drink (and even if he did he’d be out real quick)

18. What kind of music do they enjoy?

He isn’t really into music, but he enjoys the songs the bard plays at the Bannered Mare.

19. Are they right or left handed?

Right, but is practicing with his left hand too in case something happens to his right.

20. Fears?

Death and failure, mostly.

21. Favorite kind of weather?

As the sun rises and there’s dew all over the grass, the light reflecting through each drop.

22. Favorite color?

The color of eyes. Or, more specifically, the hundreds of little pinpricks of different colors inside of eyes, It’s really quite fascinating.

23. Do they collect anything?

OH YEAH. So many different alchemy ingredients and random stuff to be used in his next works-

24. Do they prefer either hot or cold weather more?

Cold, which is good since he lives in Skyrim.

25. What is their eye color?

Chartreuse (like most Altmer)

26. What is their race/ethnicity?

Altmer

27. Hair color?

White

28. Are they happy where they are currently?

Yup. Breezehome is small, but manageable, and Whiterun is a decent hold to live in.

29. Are they a morning person?

Yes. He gets tired around 9 and can’t stay up past 12.

30. Sunrise or sunset?

Sunrise.

31. Are they more messy or more organized?

Very organized. Again, he’s a perfectionist.

32. Pet peeves?

People touching his things as well as people inserting themselves into his business.

33. Do they own any objects of significant personal importance?

An amulet of Talos a Nord gave him. He hadn’t gotten the chance to learn much about Talos at home, and he found it very interesting talking to the local Nords about their beliefs. That amulet reminds him of his first day in Skyrim, the first day of his new life.

34. Least favorite food?

Taffy treats, or anything with that sort of texture and stickiness that can get stuck to his teeth very easily.

35. Least favorite color?

Very pale green. It looks gross.

36. Least favorite smell?

Death. (Yes, death has a smell)

37. When was the last time they cried?

Recently.

38. Were they with anybody the last time they cried?

No. Oh Auri-el, no no no no. He cries alone and he makes sure of it.

39. Tell us about one of the times they got injured?

Was in a fire when he was younger, he has a burn going up the inner leg on his right leg.

40. Do they have any scars?

Only mental ones. (and the burn scar on his leg)

41. Do they struggle with any mental health issues?

Perfectionism, past abuse, self hate, among others.

42. Do they have any bad habits?

Picking at his nails. He knows it makes them hurt and get bloody, but sometimes he just can’t help it.

43. Why might someone dislike them?

He can be very rude if he’s working, but to be fair, it is really annoying to be bothered in the middle of your work.

44. Why might someone love them?

Who wouldn’t love an overworked science boye? But in all seriousness, if he loves someone, he will be very caring towards them and is also just great listener. Tries not to care any more though because of personal trauma.

45. Do they believe in ghosts?

Yup. He’s heard of people’s encounters with them. Honestly, you’d be stupid to not believe in them.

46. Is there anyone they would trust with their lives?

At this point? No. Farkas later down the line? Yes.

47. Are they romantically interested in anyone?

Farkas, but we ain’t talking about that yet~

48. Are they dating/married to anyone?

No

49. Do they like surprises?

No. Please do not surprise this poor man he will stagger back and crash into everything.

50. When is their birthday?

9th of Hearthfire (September 9th)

51. How do they usually celebrate their birthday?

He takes a few seconds to acknowledge it and then gets on with his work.

52. Do they have any family?

Yup! A Mom, a Dad, a younger sister, and a male cousin that lives nearby (he’s in the Thalmor and the whole family has very Pro-Thalmor views)

53. Are they close to their family?

HAH- no~

54. What is their MBTI type?

INTJ (Damn this list for making me look up stereotypes for this. Honestly I hate the MBTI system so much-)

55. What is their zodiac sign?

Virgo

56. What Hogwarts House would they be in?

Ravenclaw

57. What D&D alignment are they?

If lawful chaotic good was a thing then yes

58. Do they ever have nightmares? If so, what about?

Yes, but they are often so tangled up that it’s hard to get any real meaning from them.

59. What are their views on death?

“It’s fine, it’s fine, I’ll be fine-” Hopes that he’ll be fine but is really scared about it.

60. What is something that they’re sure to laugh at?

Bad science puns. He will stifle a chuckle before telling you how bad your joke was.

61. When bored, how do they pass time?

This man does not get bored. He will always find something alchemy related to study or look into.

62. Do they enjoy being outside?

Yes. Laureli loves the Skyrim weather (for the most part. Places like Dawnstar and Winterhold suck)

63. Do they have an accent?

Yes. He has the typical Altmer accent.

64. Upon seeing a slice of chocolate cake, what is their first reaction?

“Why is this here? This isn’t mine.”

65. If they knew they were going to die, what would they do/say

He would probably take too long deciding and die before he could do/say anything.

66. How do they feel about sex?

Sex repulsed asexual.

67. What is their sexuality?

GAY

68. Do they become squeamish at the sight of blood?

Nope.

69. Is there anything that they find really gross?

He’s seen so much it would take a lot to surprise him here.

70. Which TV Trope(s) best describes them?

Grumpy scientist with no people skills.

71. Do they enjoy helping people?

Yes, definitely

72. Are they allergic to anything?

Not really. (Lucky)

73. Do they have a pet?

No

74. Are they quick to anger? What are they like when they loose their temper?

Nope, unless you press his buttons. His anger is pretty much “What in the name of Auri-el is wrong with you?! Don’t touch my equipment!!”

75. How patient are they?

Very...until you hit his limit. Then he gets passive aggressive.

76. Are they good at cooking?

Not really. He can be good at it, he just chose not to learn in favor of working on his projects. Can make enough to live on, though.

77. Favorite insult? Do they insult people often?

He doesn't have a favorite insult (he rarely insults people).

78. How do they act when they’re particularly happy?

Talking fast, pacing, flappy hands.

79. What do they do when they learn about other people’s fears?

Try to avoid bringing those fears up around them and avoiding making fun of them. If their fear is nearby, he will either tell them or take care of it. (which is good because Farkas is scared of spiders)

80. Are they trustworthy?

Yes, but you have to be a very certain kind of person to work with him.

81. Do they try to hide their emotions? Are they good at it?

Sometimes, especially romantic feelings. Romantic attraction? Nope, not possible- (It totally is; he’s in denial)

82. Do they exercise regularly?

With all of the walking he does around various holds, yes.

83. Are they comfortable with the way they look?

Yes. He’s a perfectionist with many things, but has learned to let go a bit more when it comes to his appearance. He still will take ages to get ready, though.

84. What are some physical features that they find attractive on people?

Tattoos, braids, basically everything you’d see on a typical Nord. It’s so different from his home and he’s completely enamored.

85. What kind of personalities do they find attractive?

Himbo nord men. Sweet morons basically.

86. Do they like sweet foods?

Not really. Sweet foods do have their place, but he isn’t wanting to get any cavities, so he tries to limit his sugar. (Especially since Altmer live 200-300 years aprox)

87. What is their age?

52 (~20s for an Altmer)

88. Are they tall or short or somewhere in between?

Tall, but about average for an Altmer

89. Do they wear glasses or contacts?

No, but if he did he would have half-moon spectacles.

90. Do they consider themselves attractive?

Not really. He doesn’t really think anyone is attractive. (Well, except for Nord himbos, but he doesn’t know that until he meets Farkas)

91. What is their sense of humor like?

Practically nonexistent, but when there is humor it’s mostly dry and sardonic.

92. What mood are they most often in?

That sort of focused work mode you get in when you’re really concentrating, as well as somewhat-sociable-but-still-kind-of-tired-and-grumpy

93. What kinds of things anger them?

People messing up his equipment. Oh sweet Auri-el, if you touch his things he will explode. Also, he hates the racism that the Thalmor promote. (He hates racism in general, but he hates the Thalmor’s views the most).

94. Outlook on life?

“It sucks, but I do find quite a bit fascinating and I’ll help where I can.”

95. What kind of things make them sad/depressed?

His perfectionism, how lonely he knows he is, and more.

96. What is their greatest weakness?

Again, his perfectionism, as well as having his work dictate more in his life than he should.

97. What is the greatest strength?

His brain. He remembers small details extremely well, and is practically an encyclopedia when it comes to alchemy.

98. Something that they regret?

How awful he used to be to everyone back home. He got a lot of pushback on his dreams and who he was, so he lashed out. Even though there wasn’t much he could do there, he still regrets hiring his family and wants to try at a relationship again with them (lol good luck).

99. Biggest accomplishment?

How is this different from “Greatest Achievement”?

100. Create your own! (Why is his alchemy so different from the norm?)

Because he’s trying to do something much more along the lines of modern medicine as opposed to just potions.

101. (Bonus!) Why is he in Skyrim?

Because it’s rather lacking in the medicine department compared to the other provinces, so he decided his talents would be best used there. Obviously, his family protested, but he went anyways.

[ihopethisendswell]

My Computer Is Terrible So I'm Stating My Story Ideas Here Part 10: The Part 2 of the other Part

So so so

Part 2 of the other part which is part 9 and this is part 10 so it's a sequel part

Okay okay okay

Here we go!

Going full ramble again! You have been warned!

So right now Leon, Sonia and Raihan aren't on the best terms after their Big Fight™

So except some back handed insults now and again.

And soon they get to the point where they're just tearing at each other

But not yet

That's for later :)

But they still have to co-op to together if they want to save their kingdom

So yeah they're pretty sour at the moment

They eventually reach the sea side where the ordered(?) a ship to reach to Eternatus. Cause it's on a isolated island

And the ship captain is none other than Nessa, the most feared captain of them all.

She takes after her cousin Archie

Yes I'm making them cousins in this Au fight me

She is often called The Siren given her beauty and deadliness

So why would she be the one to help a royal like Leon

Well she was the only one willing to go and Leon had to pay a lot to get her to cooperate so-

Yeah

But you'll never guess who else is one the ship

Hop and co!

The only reason they're even on I'd because Piers is friends with Nessa

They go way back

So it's like a favour or something

Now Hop didn't know that Leon was going on this specific ship

So you could imagine the reunion

Leon isn't happy btw

Bede is being smug about it like " I told you so" but Marnie shuts him up

Piers tries to defend Hop which honestly cause Leon to relent

So now not only Sonia is with them, but now three teenagers and a thief( I decided to make Piers the head of a big thieves guild....and possibly former duke?)

Which is just so many casualties

This is the part where we really drive home that Leon has this unhealthy way of thinking that he has to take care of everything as king.

This as always been a thing, since his parents died and Rose ( unintentional or not) telling him that everything is on him, and only him.

He didn't even want Raihan to come since he feared how would get hurt or worse

But Raihan is a strong fighter, the best in the kingdom so he can count on him

But Sonia? Sonia quitted becoming a knight a long time ago. She may know the basics but she can't really hold her own

At least that what he thinks

And now his precious little brother is one the same ship with him plus Roses mentor and two thieves( though they do seem chill)

He can't risk them getting hurt. He can't

But we don't have time to unpack all of that!

Cause ya wanna know who else is on the ship? Alexis and co! Boom!

But they actually snuck on because they heard this ship was going where they needed to go to save Naomi and honesty they rather not pay so-

Sneaking it is! Though it's hard cause N is very tall and green hair is quite noticable

But they manage

Until Alexis hears Hop trying to explain why he's on the ship in the first place

And he mentions word of a girl named Naomi

Who is his cousin( I should mention that in Alexis' and Elliot's dream Naomi tells them her name for reference)

Tis triggers something in Alexis and causes his powers to go haywire

Causing him to expose himself and the other two

And everyone is about to attack him cause he's an intruder

And Elliot gets defensive cause " that's my brother you fuckers!"

And N is trying to calm the situation down ( as a means to not get anyone hurt and to atone for his actions as a former prince)

Then Leon is like " wait your the guy from the market!" And before Alexis can respond his powers end up sparking a lot which causes him to double over in pain

And by this point Elliot is panicking cause her brother could possibly die

N is trying to heal him but him alone isn't enough

Then Bede says he could help!

And it's revealed that the boy is half fae!!! Since his hair covered up his ears most of the time!!!

He was told to repress his fae side by Rose in fear of getting hurt( and that having a fae would cause some chaos that he can't control and Rose must have control over thingd to make sure things are good)

So Bede and N heal him, Bede being half fae REALLY helps

So much so that it seems that whenever Alexis uses his powers they don't hurt him as much as it did before

Which is cool and all but he can't really in a child forever that would be wrong

So for now it's a temporary solution

Now everyone is a bit calm now, minus the million questions that Hop and Sonia is asking Alexis

Eventually the two parties( Alexis and Hop) spill they're story and when Alexis confirms that Naomi is very much real Hop is overjoyed and is like " See!!! I told you!! I told you she was real!!!" And everyone rightfully apologizes to Hop

Honestly the revelation that Naomi is in fact real made is already terrible mental state worse cause that means he's been discouraging his little brother for so long and he starts going through what Alexis went through in game canon as " What if I was a better brother,"

And Nessa is over here a bit annoyed that there's a bunch more people than expected but Leon reassures her that they'll pay more and Sonia suggest that they'll work on the ship as well and Nessa ain't complaining to that!( Especially because one of them is a cute red head)

So now bonding time!

Leon, Raihan and Sonia still aren't on the best terms

In fact they've been avoiding each other a lot

They're all stubborn

Though they do miss each other a lot

Hop and Sonia bombard Alexis with questions that he honestly doesn't know the answer to

Elliot is a bit of flirt, flirting with both Nessa and Sonia

She managed to get Nessa flustered at some point and will never live it down

But then she notices that the two of them have a connection and she's like " oh I see" and she's not even mad about cause that just means she has more victims to tease endlessly

Which also somehow worked into them getting together but that's for later

Marnie forces to Bede and Hop to talk out they're issues cause she's grown tired of it, and they do and reach a better understanding of each other

Hop the tells them about Naomi and about his dreams

They take it the wrong way, because of course they do, but he assures them that he only see's her as a friend.

Marnie is shown to be the most curious about who Naomi is.

Raihan and Piers start to bond

Piers was a former duke of a failing/dying nation(? Idk what to call it) and had to resort to thievery the keep things a float. Hence meeting Nessa

He doesn't hate Leon by any means but is always ready to point out his privileged lifestyle before bonding with Leon himself as older brothers

He also bonds with Alexis and Elliot for their mutual love for music

This is where the shipping starts

Alexis and Leon haven't properly interacted before this point. It's mostly small talk

But! Leon has always been fascinated by Alexis, given his tendency to keep to himself and his curse

So one night on deck Leon wakes up( woke up from a nightmare of loosing everyone. Y'know. The usual) and was about to go back to bed when he hears singing

At first he thought it was Piers,as he's known to sing and they've all heard him sing before BUT!

When he listens closely he realizes that it's not Piers

So he goes out to investigate

And it's revealed to be Alexis!!!

And his voice is so beautiful!!!

It's a contrast to his speaking voice , while still quite, his singing voice is more softer and smooth.

His singing voice is much more sadder than his usual stoic monotone voice

And Leon is completely enamored.

Not to mention that Alexis isn't wearing his cloak that covers the majority his body, so this is the first time Leon has gotten a clear view of him and

The man is , mm, I would say infatuated. A small crush begins to form

Alexis' song is a sad one

He sings about the pain he's going through and how he wishes he didn't involve those he cares about

Which really spoke to Leon. Like a lot

Because parelles babeyyyy

But when Alexis notices Leon's snooping he calls him out, pretty embarrassed

Cause the only person he ever sang in front of is Elliot, Cheren, Bianca and his parents

So having Leon there, a stranger,is embarrassing

Not to mention that he's not very proud of his appearance via the curse

He's been called a monster by someone on the ship prior and while Nessa was quick to snap at that person it still took a blow to his already low self-confidence

Leon begs to differ but he doesn't know that, and even if he did it's more of a him thing that he needs to get over .

After a quick back and forth they end up talking and just....spilling everything

Alexis talks about his time as a chosen one, his battle with Ghetsis, his scar his curse, and especially his want to do this alone to protect others

While Leon talks about his fight with Raihan and Sonia, the disconnect between the three, how he feels like an awful older brother to Hop, the pressure if being a king after his parents, the guilt he feels for dragging everyone into this mess

Both of them don't know why they're saying this. They're both pretty secretive about how they truly feel, but it's incredibly late, and the two are in a vulnerable spot so it kinda just comes out

After a while they both go to bed with a strange but welcomed friendship!

I just wanna say, if I ever do write this, it's not gonna be entirely romance focused.

The ships will be there, but like, the amount of character set-up I did prior demands a lot more attention soooooo

Especially with Sonia, Raihan and Leon's whole conflict!

I hope I didn't misrepresent their characters here!

But yeah

This got very long very fast so part 3 is in order!

TDLR: Leon and Alexis needs a hug, and I feel like this is going to be a series within a series

[carmenlire]

Perfect Crime

Part 6 of the Mafia AU series

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Alec is acting weird.

Jace watches his brother as he reads something on his phone, sees the little smile that curls around the edges of his mouth, the way the lines of tension bleed out of his shoulders for the few heartbeats it takes to type a reply to whatever was on the screen.

Trying to remember the last time Alec looked so free takes more effort than Jace would like to admit. Definitely before Robert was murdered and certainly before Alec earned his own first kill. That was over three years ago now and the truth is, Jace has become used to Alec’s constant frowning, to his surly attitude and the way he’s grown into himself since he became the leader of one of the biggest crime syndicates in New York.

Alec’s come into his own. It fills Jace with equal parts pride and worry to see the way Alec no longer seems to shrink when talking to his men but instead stands tall and uncompromising as he gives orders with every confidence that they’ll be carried out to the letter.

He makes decisions and they are right far more often than not. His punishments are meted out swiftly and without remorse and Jace has lost count of how many men Alec has killed.

There’s so much blood on his own hands, too, that Jace knows will never wash away.

Things are different lately, though. Alec Lightwood, self-professed workaholic, has started disappearing a couple times a week. An hour here, an afternoon there, and when Jace looks at his brother’s calendar, all he sees is a time written in his messy scrawl.

No place, no clue as to who he’s meeting. Just a block of time that Alec is otherwise occupied.

Now, Jace would like to think that he’s a great brother, an even better second in command. While he doesn’t go around advertising it, he also considers himself a great people person in all the ways that helps him carry out his job and keep Alec on an even keel.

If Jace didn’t know better, he’d think Alec has found someone else to temper his edges.

When he thinks about it, it’s both appallingly obvious and obviously appalling. Alec hasn’t shown an interest in anyone ever. There have never been schoolboy crushes, lingering looks, wrinkled shirts or faded marks or other dead giveaways. The thought that his brother had managed to find someone for himself now of all times, when he’s working sixteen hour days and is far more used to the shadows than the light makes Jace want to shake himself for entertaining such foolish thoughts.

But then he reconsiders. He thinks about the way Alec’s been carrying himself lately, with a confidence and light that he’s never seen before. There are his disappearances that he never mentions or even alludes too-- Jace wouldn’t have even noticed probably if he hadn’t gone looking for Alec one afternoon and hadn’t been able to find him.

He hadn’t been at any of his usual haunts-- nowhere at the gym-turned-headquarters, not his favorite coffeeshop, nor at the apartment he’d renovated but rarely slept at. Jace had just about been ready to call in reinforcements, sure that his brother had been kidnapped, when the bastard had waltzed into his office, loose-limbed and looking without a care in the world.

Alec hadn’t mentioned where he’d been, just waved off Jace’s concern with frankly insulting blitheness. Still, Jace had been stunned when his brother, the most stoic Lightwood, had started humming as he reviewed evidence that one of their dealers had gone turncoat for a police precinct on the edge of their territory.

All of which brings Jace to now. Standing outside Alec’s office door, he overhears his brother on a phone call that sounds the furthest thing from business. He’s never been so grateful that Alec prefers to keep his door ajar most of the time because it allows him to hover just close enough to hear his brother sound decidedly enamored.

“Are we still on for tonight,” Alec asks in what, if Jace didn’t know better, he’d define as a flirty tone. He stares gobsmacked at the mostly closed door. When the fuck had Alec developed a flirty tone?

He doesn’t hear what the person on the other end of the line says before Alec’s sighing. It’s not one of his annoyed sighs, though, oh no. It’s one that speaks volumes despite its brevity. It’s the exhalation of stress and tension, like he’s taking his first deep breath of the day and it’s all due to who he’s talking to.

Jace is both curious and wary.

“I’ve never had Ethiopian before,” Alec muses. “You’ll have to let me know what’s good.”

A short pause before Alec’s laughing and it’s not a polite thing. It’s full bodied and completely free. “Get your mind out of the gutter, babe. I’m actually starving and I refuse to let you seduce me before I get food. Not again.”

A softer laugh, a quieter voice, so low that Jace leans closer to the door to hear the words. “Of course I had a good time. I always have a good time with you” His tone turns dry. “That’s not the point. The point is that I have a very healthy appetite-- ruling half the city’s underworld does that to a guy-- and I feel like I could eat an entire restaurant right now.”

A breathless laugh, more fond than anything and then Alec’s replying, “You’re incorrigible.”

It’s just seconds later that they’re saying their goodbyes and Jace straightens as he runs through everything he just heard. Alec called the person on the phone babe. There was a particular kind of softness that Jace hasn’t heard from his brother in years, if ever.

Now, Jace knows Alec is an adult and is entitled to both his privacy and his own judgement. Still, he can’t deny an overwhelming urge to know who’s caught Alec’s attention in such a way. It may be over-protectiveness, it might be his own arrogance in thinking-- knowing-- that he knows Alec’s best interests but he need to check out the situation, make sure Alec isn’t making a mistake, that the person on the other end of the phone is worthy of his brother and best friend and leader, who’s deserving himself of only the best.

With that in mind, Jace runs a hand through his hair, regroups, and pushes open the office door to saunter into Alec’s office.

“Hey bro, what’s up?”

Alec just levels him with a look. “Same old shit, different day. I am thinking of expanding our lines on the Eastern front, though. Thoughts?”

Jace mulls over that little tidbit of information, thinking over their options and potential gains compared to disadvantages. “Disanto isn’t going to go away without a fight,” is what he finally offers.

Meaning back in his chair, Alec folds his hands over his stomach and when he grins, it’s wolfish. “I think he’ll lose most of his bravado when all of his men defect.”

Now that information has Jace standing straighter, eyebrows high. “What the fuck does that mean?”

Looking like the cat who’s caught the canary, Alec replies, “I’ve been in talks with a few of his people. One of his men came to me awhile ago and talked about how the boss is losing it. They think it’s a combination of early onset dementia and Disanto just being a greedy bastard. He’s started skimping on paying his men and when they get a haul, he’s taking double his agreed upon share. There’s also rumours that he’s entering deals that none of his men want anything to do with and that he’s turning a blind eye to some abuse his girls are getting, just so he doesn’t piss off his biggest dealers. Something needs to be done and his men have persuaded me that I’m that something.”

It’s silent in the room as Jace takes his time to digest everything. Taking a seat across from Alec, Jace is surprised that Alec had even entertained people from a rival organization before he realizes that he should have known better. Alec’s always been a gossip and in their line of work, things often hinge on a nugget of information revealed at the right time.

“And you’re sure they’re not just setting you up for a coup of their own?”

Alec smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “I’ve confirmed what they’ve told me independently and Jace--” he blows out a frustrated breath. “Things are a shitshow over there. He’s lost the trust and respect of everyone and the only reason they haven’t ended him alone is because the entire head needs to be cut off and they don’t have a suitable replacement they can agree on.”

Jace raises a skeptical brow. “But they all agree on an outsider? They all think you’re the answer to their problems?”

Shrugging, Alec only offers, “We’re the second biggest organization in the city and if we take over their operations, we’d be damned close to first. I have a reputation for being fair but brutal and it sounds like they need both a firm hand and someone they can look up to. For whatever reason, that seems to be me.”

It makes sense but that just leads to another question. “Why not go to the biggest syndicate then? Directly to the best? Why didn’t they consider Bane?”

Humming a little, Alec considers the question before simply saying, “He wasn’t interested. Apparently, he has his hands full enough and he wasn’t interested in retraining another faction to his specifications. I think he’s expanding his business interests and it’s taking most of his attention right now.”

Jace laughs a little and it borders on a scoff. “Where did you hear that? You know they like to keep their cards close to the vest.”

“You know I have my ways, Jace.”

Deciding he’s had enough with Alec’s cryptic ass, Jace just shrugs before he stands. “I say go for it if you have the time to dedicate to turning them over. I’ll help with whatever you need, but you know this is an ambitious takeover that’ll fall on your shoulders the most. You’ve spent the past few years establishing yourself, Alec. I think you’re ready and Disanto’s value isn’t inconsiderable. Just let me know what to expect when the time comes.”

Alec nods and Jace can see the satisfied gleam in his eye. “We’ll be moving forward then. I expect we’ll start the first stage sometime next month, I’ll need to hold a formal meeting with all of my men and make sure we’re all in agreement and talk strategy with the defectors.”

“Sounds great, bro.” Now, a plan has been brewing during this conversation and Jace finds himself almost tripping over his words as he switches subjects. “Can I have the night off?”

He watches Alec frown in thought. “That was abrupt. Everything okay?”

“I just have a hot date tonight. I know it’s sudden but we just matched earlier and they seem eager, so. Who am I to deprive someone of all this?” Jace waves away his concern with shameless narcissism. It’s an easy enough deflection and Alec is used to it.

“Fine,” Alec answers before fixing him with a look. “You know you don’t have to ask permission, anyway. Your time is your own.”

Jace grins. “Never let it be said that I take advantage of my position.”

Rolling his eyes, Alec just glares halfheartedly. “Get out of my office. Enjoy your date and try not to be so fucking greasy while you’re on it. It’s the world’s biggest turnoff.”

Jace scoffs as he heads toward the door. With one hand on the handle, he gives Alec his best finger guns. “Wrong. My confidence is the sexiest thing about me.”

Alec rolls his eyes so hard Jace briefly worries they’ll get stuck that way. “Leave me alone. I fully intend not to hear from you until tomorrow.”

With a halfass wave, Jace leaves without saying anything else and puts his plan into motion.

This was not what Jace had expected when he’d overheard that phone call a few hours ago.

This being his brother, always so cold and clearheaded, out on the fucking town with one Magnus Bane.

Their biggest rival and all around considered to be New York’s biggest bastard.

Slumping from his tiny booth in the corner, Jace holds the menu up to his face as he covertly stares at his brother laugh and flirt and blush in the company of Bane. He still can’t wrap his head around the fact that the man who’s grabbed Alec’s attention isn’t a harmless librarian or nerdy professor but one of the most influential, dangerous people in the city.

Jace doesn’t think about how Alec would be considered just as dastardly in different company.

For god’s sake, they’re holding hands over the table. Though Jace is too far away to hear their conversation, he watches as Alec says something and if he didn’t know better, he’d say Bane is blushing himself in answer.

They’re at a simple restaurant, cozy and charming with delicious smells emanating from all around. Jace had almost gagged as he’d seen Magnus round the booth to sit next to Alec as he explained the menu in what looked to be far too much detail.

Jace’s plan had been simple enough: make Alec think he would be busy on his own for the night before doubling back and following his brother to his date at the Ethiopian place. Thankfully, Jace could be extremely discreet when the need arose and he knew Alec well enough to hide all of the usual tells his brother would be attuned with.

He’d expected to find someone quiet and intellectual, someone Alec could enjoy long silences or deep conversations with. He had not thought that Alec would be head over heels for someone so loud and refined and cunning.

Jace doesn’t know what to think.

He’s startled out of his thoughts as a waitress walks up to him and asks for his ordered. Having not even looked at the blasted thing since he’d been seated, Jace’s dazed eyes scan over the menu quickly before ordering the first thing that registers. The waitress leaves quickly and Jace turns his attention back to the sickening scene in front of him.

Alec is laughing and looks so carefree-- more so than Jace thinks he’s looked since he was a kid. As he watches the two of them on a date, in their own little world, Jace wonders if it doesn’t make a kind of sense.

Suddenly, a lot of things make sense.

He remembers a few months ago when Alec really had been kidnapped, when Jace had arrived to one of Aldertree’s warehouses frantic and ready for blood only to find his brother not unscathed but whole enough.

So clearly, he remembers thinking how extraordinary it had been for Alec to have killed all the men and escape with a few busted ribs and a minor concussion. He remembers the shiver that had trailed up his spine as Alec had walked to the car, when Jace had taken in the carnage and felt eyes on him, the eerie whistling that he’d told himself was his mind playing tricks on him after the adrenaline surge of thinking Alec was in danger.

He should have known better, really.

Trying to resolve the events of that day with all the evidence that’s been piling up along with what’s right in front of his eyes right now and Jace thinks he must be an idiot.

He also think his brother is playing with fire and it’s only a matter of time before it burns down the whole damn thing they’ve been building since that horrifying summer night that feels like a lifetime ago.

Jace knows his brother better than anyone and even though this is the first time he’s seeing this side of Alec, it’s easy enough to define.

His brother is in love. Jace sees the brightness in his eyes, the flattered flustered look on his face when Magnus no doubt flirts with him, teases him with an ease that’s well-known and well-honed.

As he follows them out of the restaurant-- barely tasting his own food-- he ducks behind a flower bush in the park when Alec and Magnus come to a stop near a lone street light.

Wrapping his arms around Magnus’s middle, Jace feels like a voyeur as he sees Magnus wrap his own around Alec’s neck. Their voices are low in the solitude of the park, in the quiet of a night growing late, but their easy intimacy is obvious in the way their conversation flows with an ease that’s surprising before Alec is leaning forward, before Magnus is tilting his head up, and then they’re kissing.

It’s soft and slow and Jace has seen enough.

Alec has never been selfish or careless but Jace thinks there must be a first time for everything. All he can see is calculation in Magnus’s eyes when he pulls Alec closer, manipulation as he banters and flirts and wraps his brother around his finger with every word he speaks, casting a spell over Alec.

He doesn’t blame his brother for falling for Magnus. Still, Magnus’s reputation precedes him and Jace swore when they were kids, that he’d always have Alec’s back.

Quickly and with the stealth he’s known for, Jace leaves the lovebirds to it and can’t help but wonder when their house of cards will come crumbling down.

---

A few months later and things aren’t exactly going to plan-- with anything. Alec is still disappearing, still in a great mood-- unless they’re talking about the consolidation of Disanto’s syndicate.

It’s taking much longer than either of them had estimated to gain a foothold. Disanto had become increasingly paranoid and while most of his trusted advisors had been cut loose-- by Disanto himself not by anyone on Lightwood’s payroll-- and the leader was very difficult to meet with. He’d declined every invitation Alec had sent and the takeover was turning into such a headache that Alec looked ready to tear his hair out at any given moment.

Plus, Jace wasn’t blind. The past week or so, Alec had been in an even more godawful mood and he hadn’t seen Magnus. Jace knows the two are related. He just doesn’t know how.

It’s a Monday afternoon and Jace has a large pizza with everything on it and some beer and he’s ready to de-stress with his best friend. He enters through the kitchen in the back, sets the pizza down on the counter and puts the beer in the fridge before he starts toward the living room.

Alec had claimed a migraine and left headquarters while it was still morning. It’s now the early evening and Jace is ready to listen to his brother vent for the next hour while inhaling a truly horrifying amount of pizza between breaths.

When he nears the threshold between the kitchen and the dining room, though, he stops cold at the sound of rising voices.

“What are you saying, Alexander?”

Alec’s voice is devoid of all emotion as he apparently restates, “I can’t keep doing this. I can’t be with you anymore.”

Jace will give it to Magnus, the tremor in his voice is so faint that he almost misses it. “Just like that?”

Jace ducks mostly behind the kitchen wall as he sees Alec walk out into the corridor. “Just like that,” Alec says grimly. “I’m sorry it had to end this way but it's over.”

Holding his breath as Magnus follows Alec into the hallway, Jace can’t help but think that if Bane is acting, he’s doing a hell of a job at it. There are tears in his eyes that Jace just catches and he looks vulnerable in a way Jace wouldn’t guess him capable, holding himself together with a thread that’s quickly unraveling.

“We’ve been together for over a year and this is how it ends? You won’t even give me an answer for this sudden turnabout, darling. Excuse the shit out of me if I don’t go merry into this fucking terrible night.”

“Don’t be so crass,” Alec chides idly and from his vantage point, Jace thinks Magnus is seeing red with the way he stiffens.

“You don’t get to tell me how to talk, Alexander.” He laughs but it’s bitter. “Not now, at least.”

Alec’s facing Magnus-- and Jace who’s hiding behind the apparent ex-lover-- so he sees the coldness in Alec’s eyes, his impenetrable stare.

Alec opens his mouth and in a way that’s only possible after knowing someone so long, Jace knows that Alec’s next words are going to be the kill shot.

“I don’t love you anymore. I never really did, if we're being honest,” Alec says, infuriatingly cool. “You’ve served your purpose. I don’t need you anymore. It’s over, Bane, and now I’ll ask you to leave without embarrassing yourself more than you already have.”

In stark contrast to just a moment before, it’s like all of Magnus’s strings are cut and Jace almost wonders that he doesn’t just slump until he collapses onto the ground. It’s quiet for a long moment before Magnus raises his head an inch, meeting Alec’s eyes, and asks in a dead whisper, “It was all a lie? You were just using me this entire time?”

Now here’s the thing. Jace knows Alec and he knows when his brother and best friend is lying. And right now? Alec’s lying through his goddamn teeth. Jace sees the way each word of Magnus’s is a blow to Alec in the way he’s braced himself, in the slow blink of his eyes that means Alec’s thinking carefully of each word, like there’s a script he’s following lest this entire charade fall to pieces around him.

Magnus pulls himself up to his full height and Jace knows he’s not imagining it as Alec shrinks imperceptibly at what must be a hell of a glare.

“I loved you,” Magnus says calmly and when he speaks now his voice is calm and strong and carries a weight that shows clearly how he became one of the most ruthless men in the city. “I love you,” Magnus repeats and he takes a single step closer to Alec. “But I swear to God, darling, I will forget you.”

Jace isn’t breathing as he watches his brother’s face and the devastation that’s lurking just beneath the surface. Alec doesn’t say anything and Magnus steps around him, toward the front door.

Alec’s staring at the floor when Magnus stops with the door open. Neither one look at the other as Magnus serves his own kill shot. “When you first took over from Robert, I thought there was something different about you, something your father lacked. A heart.” His voice drops lower, menacing in its condescension, as he continues, “But now I see that you’re just like him. Worse than the shit on the bottom of my shoe. Not worth my time. There might be a day when you need my help, Lightwood, and I want you to know what my answer will be when it comes. No. I will look at you with nothing but pity and I will tell you to go to hell. I will happily send you to your ruin, know that.”

Magnus laughs a little and Alec shudders, out of Magnus’s view. “We’ll see if you’re as pathetic as Robert was when you beg me for help anyway. Until then, goodbye Alexander.”

Magnus leaves and Alec steps over to the wall, bracing his arms as he leans forward, trying to catch his breath.

Jace knows he should go, should act like he was never here in the first place but Alec is hurting and he’ll never be able to ignore that.

He steps out from where he’d been hiding but Alec doesn’t even notice, totally focused on what must be total devastation. Not knowing where to start, Jace cuts to the heart of the matter in the way he does best.

“You lied.”

Alec’s head shoots up and he stares at Jace with wide, red-rimmed eyes. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

Deciding to play the indifferent asshole card, Jace shrugs. “I brought pizza and beer over but it looks like I missed the party.”

“Go to hell, Jace.”

Jace just lifts an unimpressed brow. “Bold words when you look three seconds from bawling your eyes out.”

Alec’s expression clears just enough for anger to take over. Jace watches him dispassionately as he takes a breath, trying to settle the rage that must have started licking up his spine. “Maybe you didn’t hear me,” Alec says evenly, pushing away from the wall and coming to stand in the middle of the hallway. “Get the fuck out. Leave me alone. I don’t need you right now.”

Acting like he didn’t hear, Jace leans against the wall in a way that he knows ruffles his brother’s feathers. “So, Magnus huh? I don’t blame you for ending things. I can imagine that’s a lot to handle.”

Alec glares at him so coldly, Jace almost rears back. “You don’t get to talk about Magnus like that. Shut up Jace,” Alec warns softly. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

Jace doesn’t move, doesn’t say anything for a long minute. The two of them stare at each other, and Jace decides he’s kicked Alec enough when he’s already down. “Here’s what I know,” he starts softly. “I know you’ve been happier the past several months than I can ever remember. I know you love Magnus and that you just lied to his face when you ended things, that you ripped out your own heart at the same time. Here’s what I don’t know-- why?”

Raking hands through his hair, Alec just mutters, “I need a beer.”

He stalks past Jace into the kitchen, and goes directly to the fridge, drinking half a beer before Jace even has time to reach for his own.

The two of them sit down at the counter and eat cold pizza mostly in silence. It takes awhile for Alec to stir and when he does, all he says is, “I had to break his heart to save his life.”

Jace doesn’t react, merely asks, “Okay. What does that mean?”

Sighing, Alec pushes away his empty plate. “Disantos has become dangerous, Jace. I don’t know how but it looks like you’re not the only one who knew about us.” He swallows hard. “Disantos came to me-- you didn’t know about it because he swore me to secrecy, said he had information on Valentine that he would only hand over if he could be assured that I was alone.”

Jace hums noncommittal. They’ll come back to Alec’s lack of faith in him later. “That doesn’t explain why you think you’re doing the right thing here, Alec.”

Taking a shuddering breath, “Disanto’s been tailing Magnus and when we met, he told me that he actually has ties to Valentine, that he’s under his protection and that Valentine has access to Bane. He knows about the damned coup, about his men's betrayal, and gave me an ultimatum. Unless I call off my takeover and keep my distance, they’ll go after Magnus.”

Alec turns to face Jace and there’s such devastation there that Jace almost starts tearing up himself. “I’d rather have him alive and hate me than to not have him around at all, Jace. You know Valentine, you know what he’s capable of. There’s no way I’m giving him any reason to make Magnus a target.”

“So what,” Jace says. “You’re going to be miserable forever just so Magnus won’t get killed by a bad guy? Alec, that’s our life. If it’s not Valentine, it’ll be someone else. Magnus knows what he signed up for with this life and you should know that, too. Sometimes you can’t protect the ones you love but does that mean you shouldn’t love at all?”

“Emotions are nothing but a distraction, Jace.” It’s obvious that Alec tries to be hard but he’s still so dejected that the words are more of a plea than anything else.

Jace scoffs in his face. “That’s bullshit and you know it. Robert was an asshole; you should know not to listen to anything he had to say. What about me,” he demands. “Do you think we’re too close? That I’m a liability? That I can’t take care of myself if need be?”

Alec closes his eyes. “It’s different and you know it.”

“Do I,” Jace counters evenly.

“You’ve been my best friend, practically family, since we were kids. We always said we’d be together.”

Jace looks at him, mouth tilted in a sly hint of a smile. “Are you telling me that you and Magnus haven’t talked commitment? I can’t believe that.”

Looking frustrated, Alec snaps back, “How are you so calm about this? I thought you hated Magnus.”

Jace hums, thinking about his answer. The truth is, he’s disliked Bane since he first heard about him, especially since he’d learned that the man had gotten his devious little nails into his brother. But while Jace might not like to admit it, he’d be a dumbass not to. He’s seen how happy Bane makes his brother. He’s seen the unconscious affection the few times he’s tailed them on their dates, and just now tonight-- Magnus’s heart had been thoroughly smashed.

Maybe he judged too quickly, Jace thinks wryly. He has to wonder if he’s not letting prejudices against the Bane syndicate from previous generations fuck with the here and now.

Maybe I’m not the only one who needs to forget Robert’s lessons, he supposes.

“You love him,” Jace finally answers. “From what I’ve seen, Bane loves you too. All I want for you is to find whatever happiness you can in this life you’ve chosen for yourself. Did I think you were being reckless when I found out? Sure. Did I wonder if you weren’t thinking with your dick? Of course. But I’ll be honest, bro. I’ve known about you two for months and the other shoe has yet to drop. Especially seeing how you feel without Magnus, I’m willing to give the man the benefit of the doubt.”

“Thanks, Jace,” Alec says softly. “That means a lot.”

Then he groans. “What you said made sense,” Alec admits, which Jace knows had to be a herculean task for him. “But that doesn't erase the fact that even if I’m willing to gamble with his life-- I just made him fucking hate me. This isn’t even the first time we’ve dealt with this. Fuck, I hate myself.”

“What does that mean?”

Alec takes a deep breath. “A few months into dating, Magnus tried to break up with me because Valentine was getting to close. He sabotaged that Hell’s Kitchen project and when I confronted him, he tried to act like it had always and only been business between us. I saw through him, though. Wouldn’t let go until he finally broke and admitted his plan. We said back then that we were stronger together, that we wouldn’t let either of our protective instincts take over again, that we would talk through things. And now I did the same thing Magnus did.”

Jace moves closer, blames the half dozen beers for this turn of events. Rubbing a hand over his shoulder, Jace tries to rally them. “Well, at least Magnus will understand where you’re coming from. Not gonna lie though, you seriously fucked up.” Before his brother can tell him to fuck off, Jace keeps going. “Tell me how.”

Alec frowns. “Why do you want to know?”

“If you’re going to go groveling back to Magnus, you’re going to do it properly. I know you’ll be annoyingly sincere but Magnus isn’t a fool and he’s so angry right now that just getting him to talk to you might be impossible for awhile. So when you do talk to him, you’re going to have to lay all of your cards on the table-- acknowledge you messed up, acknowledge what you did wrong, promise never to do those things again, and hope by the grace of God that he takes you back. And from the sounds of it, you both need to have a talk and stop being such self-destructive disasters. So. How did you fuck up, Lightwood?”

Swallowing hard, Alec’s gaze turns toward the counter. He picks at the edge of the pizza box as he starts. “I guess I didn’t talk to him. That’s the biggest thing. It’s been bothering me for awhile and Magnus knew something was wrong but I brushed him off every time he asked.” He laughs but it’s humourless. “I said I had it handled.”

Nodding encouragingly, Jace prompts, “What else?”

“I made a decision alone that affected both of us. I-- I thought that I had it all figured out and I didn’t take Magnus’s thoughts or feelings into consideration.” He blows out a breath. “Honestly, I pretty much acted on instinct. Magnus was threatened and I made the fastest decision I could that would save him from harm, regardless of the consequences. It was blind panic and while I know that I can never act like that in my position, with Magnus I didn’t even stop to think. I was so mad when he pulled this shit but now I understand. I feel like such an idiot.”

Jace sighs himself and thinks that his brother has gotten himself into a hell of a situation while trying to do his best. It’s par for the course for them but it still hurts to see Alec make a mistake. And while Jace won’t say it out loud, he wonders if Magnus will ever speak to Alec again-- let alone welcome him back. It gives him hope that both Magnus and Alec seem to fuck up in such similar ways. Hopefully that proves to be Alec’s saving grace in this mess.

That won’t really help Alec to hear though so Jace keeps his game face on. “Anything else you need to beg forgiveness for?”

Alec’s expression sours at his choice of words and Jace remember’s Magnus’s little parting shot, wincing himself. Still, Alec rallies. “I guess I just want to tell him that I’m so sorry I hurt him, that I didn’t mean anything I said today, that I was trying to protect him, albeit in the most ass backwards way I could think of. That he’s his own person and I should have gone to him and we could have worked together-- and that I love him more than anyone in the world and that I’ll do whatever it takes to earn his forgiveness.” Alec’s voice is much quieter but no less full of conviction as he adds, “Or I’ll respect his decision if he doesn’t forgive me or want anything to do with me as long as he knows the truth.”

Looking at Alec, looking so dejected, Jace sighs and hauls him in for a hug. “Ah hell, Alec, you sure do know how to get yourself into messes, don’t you?”

Jace keeps patting his back and doesn’t say anything as Alec’s voice wobbles in his shoulder. “He’s my world, Jace. I thought I was doing the right thing, the only thing I could do, but you showed me I was just being a shortsighted ass. God,” he tries to laugh, though it comes out much closer to a sob. “I don’t think I could take it if he didn’t forgive me.”

“It’ll be okay, Alec.” Jace tries his best to be comforting, to be the shoulder his brother needs even as he’s not quite so sure they’ll make it through this. He’s never seen his brother so devastated. He remembers the look in Magnus’s eye though, when they kissed in the park all those months ago, when Alec broke his heart just a few hours ago.

He knows Magnus is hurting just as much as Alec. With Alec’s sincerity and the way it’s so obvious that Magnus is it for him, Jace thinks they’ll find their way back to each other.

It might take time but Alec’s always been patient and steadfast when it counted.

Pulling back a little, Jace pretends he doesn’t notice the tear tracks on Alec’s face. “Okay bro, Operation Win Magnus Back is officially commenced.”

Alec scrubs his hands over his face. “You think I can do it?”

Smiling, Jace looks at his brother. The man who tries so hard to be good even when by very definition he’s anything but, the leader and brother and son who accepts responsibility to a fault, the man who’s only fallen in love once but found a hell of a match on his first try.

“Oh Alec,” he says with a bolstering, little grin. “I have no doubt.”

[rawiswhore]

Various WWF Wrestlers x Fem Reader- “I Was Gettin’ Some Head”

I wonder what many WWF/E wrestlers, specifically the ones I type about, would think of these fanfics I type about them?

They'd probably be laughing their heads off or be absolutely shocked, some would think "typical"...

There's a LOT of slash fanfiction shipping Jeff and Matt Hardy together (there was also a lot of fanfics about that during the Attitude era) even though the Hardy Boyz are actual brothers, not to mention there's fanfics shipping wrestlers into homosexual relationships, so...

There's wrestlers that probably even did some of the stuff I type about!

Speaking of that, I'm probably the only person who writes fanfiction about Bart Gunn, a wrestler that was never really that popular and now works as an electrician.

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A few days before Shawn Michaels' birthday in 1998, you were standing in the locker room near your locker, whereas Triple H and some other wrestlers were standing quite a few inches behind you, standing next to one another.

Who were these other wrestlers? Triple H, Shawn Michaels, Billy Gunn, Val Venis and Bart Gunn.

Triple H was dressed in a tight black D Generation X t-shirt and jeans, looking like he does when he appears on "Monday Night Raw".

Shawn was dressed in a white short sleeved shirt and jeans, Billy and Bart were dressed in loose fitting T-shirts and basketball shorts, and Val had a towel wrapped around his genitals, looking like when he enters the ring on "Monday Night Raw".

Val's towel was tucked in to hold his towel from falling out.

You were unbeknownst to what was behind you.

"What does everybody want?" Triple H shouted.

What Triple H exclaimed made you turn your head and look at what's behind you, you can easily recognize Triple H's voice.

"HEAD!" the other wrestlers standing next to Triple H replied, shouting this out, sounding like the audience when Al Snow asks his iconic, signature catchphrase.

Triple H shouted "HEAD!" in unison along with these men.

Shawn, Billy, Triple H and Val motioned at their crotch a la D Generation X, doing DX's "crotch chop" by pointing at their cum gutters, their hands forming a "v" shape and thrusting their crotches forward.

They didn't point at each other's  crotch, like Shawn pointing at Val's crotch and what have you.

Some other wrestlers in the locker room who weren't standing next to Triple H and standing by their lockers even shouted "HEAD!" along with Shawn, Billy, Val and Bart.

By the time the 1990's and even the 20th Century were coming to a close, after playing such silly, corny gimmicks in the WWF that were massive failures, a wrestler was finally going over (as they say in wrestling lingo), being now known as Al Snow, playing a schizophrenic madman that carried a decapitated mannequin head.

And what was his trademark mannequin head's name?

Head.

Can I make it any more obvious?

One of the things Al will always be remembered for is his catchphrase, where he shouts "What does everybody want?" to which the audience shouted back with "HEAD!" as Al showed off his severed mannequin head to the crowd.

Some of the audience would even hold Styrofoam mannequin heads and make them headbang in the crowd.

His catchphrase is meant to be a sexual innuendo, typical Attitude era.

Hearing Al's signature catchphrase and chants gave Triple H an idea, and he wanted to share this idea with other people, wrestlers mainly, that he knew you had sex with.

Previously, you shared with Triple H and Shawn Michaels an idea you had with them, while you sucked their cocks, they shouted their "suck it!" catchphrase as well as did their iconic signature crotch chops that go along with that taunt.

2 of the wrestlers Triple H shared this idea with were Billy Gunn and Val Venis, and they were thinking the same thing after hearing Al Snow's catchphrase.

The other person he shared this idea with was Bart Gunn, a wrestler you were becoming even more enamored with this year considering his hair is growing longer.

Bart figured Triple H had this idea, he's even thinking you have this idea as well.

There's someone Triple H wants to share this idea with as well as invite him to this rendezvous, and that's his former friend Shawn Michaels.

Sadly, Shawn wasn't in the WWF during most of 1998 due to a back injury, however, he did return to the WWF near the end of the summer of that year, albeit by sitting at the commentary table.

When Triple H told Shawn this idea over the phone, Shawn loved this idea, and luckily, in July, Shawn returned to the WWF sitting at the commentary table, not being able to wrestle.

You smiled from ear to ear and laughed hearing these wrestlers shout Al Snow's iconic catchphrase and question, and these wrestlers behind you saw it.

"What does everybody need?!" Triple H exclaimed and shouted again.

"HEAD!" these wrestlers standing next to Trips replied with, shouting it.

You walked up to these wrestlers behind you.

"I figured you guys would shout something like that to me, even I got an idea similar to what you're doing before this" you stated as you walked up to them, raising your voice so they can hear you "Is this a booty call? Do you white boys know what that word even means?"

You pointed your index finger to these wrestlers standing behind you, waving your finger back and forth across to these wrestlers shouting Al Snow's catchphrase at you.

"Doesn't 'booty call' mean a sexual invitation?" Triple H asked.

"Oh, you didn't know?" you asked, trying to say that like the New Age Outlaw's iconic catchphrase.

"Yo' ass betta caaaaaaaaaall some-bod-aaaaaaaaaaaaaay!" Billy retorted.

This resulted in the wrestlers standing in front of you laughing and smiling from ear to ear, even you couldn't help but laugh and smile with them.

"But yes, 'booty call' means sexual invitation" you explained when they stopped laughing.

"Why d'ya think we're shouting this at you?" Triple H asked.

They could've shouted this at other WWF women in the company, but they'd be saying that's sexual harassment.

You're the slut of the WWF, you're even sluttier than Sunny.

Sunny has left the WWF in the summer of 1998 because she doesn't want to play second fiddle to you and Sable.

Speaking of Sable, she might be an attractive woman with huge breasts, but she's married and has a daughter, and next year, she left the WWF and even sued the company due to sexual harassment and being forced to dress provocatively.

Jacqueline has joined the WWF this year, and she too is a beautiful woman with huge tits, but she isn't really sexually promiscuous.

Not to mention, considering she's an African American woman and DX had recently cut a promo in blackface (if you knew history, you'd know why black face is considered terrible) as well as once spray painted racist cartoons and messages on an all black wrestling faction's locker room, she definitely wants nothing to do with Triple H, Shawn and Billy.

Debra and Terri Runnels are married, and Chyna gets so much insults for the fact that she's an overtly muscular and even manly looking woman.

Luna Vachon isn't exactly Trish Stratus in the looks department either.

Even though Sable is an occasionally attractive woman, she looked so much older than her age, and if that's not bad enough, she had a really nasty personality backstage, always bragging she was the sole reason the WWF was suddenly blowing up in popularity in the late 90's, never mind Stone Cold, the Rock, or others.

Debra and even Terri Runnels were that same way, not that they're women with egos the size of Russia, but they looked older than their ages.

Plus, women like Ivory, Miss Kitty/The Kat, Trish Stratus, Lita, Stacy Keibler and Torrie Wilson weren't even in the WWF in 1998.

You've had many orgies with WWF wrestlers, so of course they're going to shout Al Snow's signature catchphrase at you.

"I'm not offended by your shouts at me" you confessed when you stood right in front of these wrestlers shouting that obscene quote at you. "Even I thought of asking you guys to shout Al Snow's signature question while I suck your cocks before you guys shouted it at me"

"Why didn't you ever say it to us?" Shawn asked.

"Because 4 men isn't 'everybody'" you confessed.

There were many men you wanted to do this with, but they weren't in the WWF and over in other wrestling companies.

Plus, you want these wrestlers to look a certain way when you suck their cocks, you want them to look hot and sexy.

You then sunk down to the floor until you crouched down on your knees.

"Y'want me to take my clothes off?" you asked these men standing in front of you, looking up at them.

They'd love to see your tits and cum on your breasts, so...maybe.

They nodded their heads.

"We don't want that shirt you're wearing to get any stains on it" Shawn admitted "Ifyknowwhatimean"

These wrestlers standing with Shawn laughed and chuckled at that, even you couldn't help but chuckle at what Shawn said.

You grabbed your shirt you were wearing and lifted it off of your torso and over your head, placing your top next to you on the floor.

You wore no bra under your top, showing off your bare tits.

Their eyes were growing wild seeing your naked breasts, grinning naughtily at your tits.

They could nearly make some wolf whistles at you like those rednecks in the audience who leer at sexy women in the WWF like Sable, Sunny and you.

One of your hands moved to the front of Triple H's fly area of his jeans, where you pulled the zipper down of his jeans, one of his hands popping the button out of the hole of his jeans.

He pulled his jeans and his boxers underneath down until his genitals were exposed to you, his erection pointing in front of your face.

The other wrestlers standing next to Triple H were following suit, pulling the zippers of their jeans down and unbuttoning their jeans or pulling their basketball shorts down, pulling their bottoms down until their erections were sticking out at you.

Val pulled his towel off, only to show that he wasn't wearing anything under that towel.

You could see their cocks all in front of you, your eyes were growing wild seeing these erections pointing at you.

Al Snow's signature decapitated mannequin head he carries around also has the words "Help Me" scrawled on its forehead.

Wonder if they could write "Help Me" on your forehead in lipstick or eyeliner or even with a marker?

Should you suggest this?

Hmmmm...

"You've got such perfect cock sucking lips" Triple H purred, his thumb running across your lips. "Perfect to be wrapped around me and the boys' dicks"

The other men standing with Triple H agreed with him, nodding their heads and smiling.

"No wonder she's in DX!" Billy stated. "We say 'suck it' and she's got those cocksucking lips!"

Triple H and the other wrestlers laughed and chuckled at that.

Triple H could nearly shout "let's get ready to suck iiiiiit!" like how he shouts on "Monday Night Raw" with DX in the ring, so could Shawn Michaels, Billy Gunn and even Val Venis, but would that be too corny and silly, even unsexy?

Speaking of suck it, Triple H lifted his hands and made his hands form a "v" shaped chopping motion at his "cum gutters" as they're called.

"Now suck it!!!" Triple H exclaimed, his hands making a chopping motion at his cum gutters when he shouted "suck it!".

He didn't just crotch chop at you, but also pushed his crotch forwards towards your face.

Billy, Shawn and Val saw and heard what Triple H shouted, smiling and chuckling at him.

You leaned your face into Triple H's genitals, until his cock had entered your mouth, your lips wrapped around his shaft, and proceeded to start sucking his penis.

Your hands were trying not to touch the floor, because you might want to wrap your fingers around these men's cocks and if you touched the dirty floor, you'll get your dirty fingers on their cocks, you might even taste their dicks that have been touched by the dirty floor if you sucked their penises and that would taste nasty.

One of your fingers wrapped around Shawn's shaft, whereas the other fingers wrapped around the bottom of Triple H's cock.

You wish you could have a huge mouth so you could fit so many cocks inside your mouth at the same time.

"What does everybody want?!" Triple H shouted.

"HEAD!" these other wrestlers standing next to him answered.

"What does everybody need?!" Triple H shouted and asked.

"HEAD!" the wrestlers with him replied with again, shouting it.

"What does every love?!" Triple H shouted.

"HEAD!!" Shawn, Val, Billy and even Bart exclaimed.

Triple H even shouted "head" in unison with these other wrestlers.

Some wrestlers standing at their lockers far away not involved in this orgy even shouted out "HEAD!" along with these wrestlers.

Speaking of that, some other wrestlers who won't be getting a blowjob this afternoon saw you squatting on the floor while these wrestlers you thought were sexy were circled around you, their cocks pointing at you while you sucked Triple H's cock.

Some of them were shouting and roaring out "yyyyyyyyeaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!", others just kept calm and carried on, rolling their eyes and walking away.

One wrestler shouted "Get a room!".

Isn't the locker room still a room nonetheless?

Another wrestler not swarming around you shouted "suck it!" while pointing to his crotch a la D Generation X, but you didn't bother to look at him.

Wonder if Al Snow is gonna see this?

Since Triple H is shouting "what does everybody want?", to which these men retort "HEAD!", an oral sex reference, and the keyword is "everybody", you tried to widen your mouth by letting the side of your mouth spread wider, enough for someone else's cock to enter.

That someone else's cock was none other than Shawn Michaels.

You tried to pull Shawn's cock into your mouth, even if you already had a dick inside your mouth, where his cock managed to squeeze into your mouth despite there already being a penis inside your mouth.

Shawn was absolutely surprised, his eyes growing wide, and even the men standing with Shawn were surprised at you trying to put his cock in your mouth.

Well, Triple H did ask "what does everybody want?", only for the men standing with him to respond with "HEAD!", which is an oral sex slang term and double entendre if you're Al Snow.

Keyword: "everybody".

The sides of your mouth were hurting by having two cocks inside your mouth, but wonder if you could handle it?

You also wonder if you could try to fit Billy Gunn's cock in your mouth...

You managed to try to suck on 2 cocks inside your mouth, even if it was difficult and your mouth was hurting.

One side of your mouth stretched out to make room for another cock.

Your fingers unraveled off of Triple H's shaft and wrapped around the bottom of Billy's shaft, where you pulled his dick to your mouth and tried to fill the empty space inside your mouth with his cock.

Billy's eyes grew wild when he saw you try to fit his own penis inside your mouth, he nearly could jump backwards at you trying to put his cock in your mouth.

Even the other men standing next to Billy could jump back over you trying to put another penis in your mouth despite you having 2 cocks in your mouth.

Their eyes were getting bigger at you trying to put another cock in your mouth, taken by surprise.

Though, they shouldn't be surprised at you trying to put more than 2 dicks in your mouth.

It was a tight fit, your mouth could barely fit 3 penises in your mouth, let alone suck on them.

These sexy male wrestlers standing in front of you grinned at you, their mouths spreading these shiteating, ear-to-ear smiles at you.

Despite being shocked at trying to put 3 cocks inside your mouth, Triple H doesn't mind this.

Remember, he said "There's a lot of bi things I am, but lingual is not one of them!".

It was a little difficult trying to suck on 3 cocks in your mouth, trying to make your mouth go up and down their shafts in an attempt to suck their dicks, but you have a reason why you're doing it.

Meanwhile, some wrestlers in the locker room saw you trying to suck on 3 dicks inside your mouth, their eyes were growing wide in shock and their jaws dropping, their hands covering their mouths.

They even were getting other wrestlers in the locker room to take a look at this, they were completely shocked as well.

Some wrestlers were roaring in delight, shouting "yyyyyyeaaaaaaaaaaah!!!" like trashy rednecks, others didn't bother to look at this.

And, to top it all off, you had 3 members of D Generation X (or, at least one former member of DX)'s cocks inside your mouth.

Heh, gives new meaning to "suck it".

Some people in the locker room even were shouting "suck it!" and chopping at their crotches a la D Generation X.

Since Val Venis is known for playing a porn star in the WWF, he wrapped his fingers around his shaft and tried putting his cock into your mouth, the tip of his penis poking to your mouth, trying to slide it in between 2 other cocks.

Some of the other wrestlers saw Val trying to put his dick in your mouth, admiring his chutzpah and understanding precisely why you're doing this.

They smiled from ear to ear and chuckled at him.

"Why are you trying to put 3 cocks in your mouth?" Bart Gunn asked you, tapping at your shoulder so you can hear him. "Or even...4?"

Your eyes looked up at him and your mouth pulled up to the top of Triple H, Shawn and Billy's cocks until all 3 of their dicks escaped your mouth, their dicks now smothered in precum and your saliva.

"Well, he asked 'what does everybody want?'" you confessed, pointing at Triple H "to which they all replied with 'head' shouts"

"I didn't exactly mean it that way!" Triple H admitted, smiling and laughing.

"Would you be annoyed if I sucked on your cock for a while, only to suck on his immediately after?" you asked Triple H, pointing to Shawn when referring to "his". "Since you'd be so enjoying me sucking your dick only to be interrupted. You said that everybody wants head!"

Keyword: "everybody".

"Actually, yeah, I would be annoyed" Triple H admitted. "But that's why I'm telling you to 'suck it'!"

He lifted his hands and made them form a chopping motion at his cum gutters, doing DX's iconic "crotch chop", this crotch chop was forming a "v" shape at his cum gutters as they're called.

Shawn and Billy smiled and cackled from ear to ear hearing that, so did Val Venis for that matter.

"Now suck it again!" Triple H ordered, his hand making a chopping motion at one of his cum gutters.

You leaned your face into his genitals until his cock had entered your mouth, where you proceeded to suck his dick, your lips wrapped around his shaft.

Even though Triple H in July of 1998 is pretty hot, the hottest he's looked by far was at the beginning of 1998, like in January that year, or in March that year.

While this Triple H you don't have to imagine you're sucking his cock since you are currently sucking his dick, you're imagining you're giving Triple H at the beginning of 1998 a blowjob, that's the hottest he's ever looked.

As you sucked on Triple H's dick, these wrestlers swarming you with their penises pointing at your face stared down at you, Triple H included, smiling and grinning at you.

When you sucked on Triple H's cock, some precum was spilling out of the slit of his penis head, landing on your tongue, only for you to swallow that cum down.

One of the things you're contemplating of doing as you suck off Triple H is crank Shawn and Billy's (as well as Val and Bart's) shafts, masturbating them.

Triple H put his hands on top of your head, where his fingers sunk through your hair, and he pulled you into his genitals.

"Just take my big, juicy cock" Triple H purred, his voice low and husky "My filthy dirty cumslut"

Triple H dressed in his usual DX gear was playing his character he plays on "Monday Night Raw" even in the locker room when the cameras weren't filming him.

Though, Shawn Michaels, Billy Gunn and Val Venis were playing their characters on "Monday Night Raw" as well during this orgy.

Triple H could nearly say his classic, iconic sexual innuendo he says on "Monday Night Raw", even before you started giving him oral sex, but most of his sexual innuendo is related to putting his dick in your twat.

Plus, he almost could say "I don't think you could handle this huge cock", but you've sucked his cock before as well as these other men standing next to his dick.

Triple H eventually slid his fingers from out of your hair, where he made his hands form an "x" shape by crossing them at the wrists above his genitals, only to raise those hands up, still in an "x" shape and quickly drop them down.

"Suck it!!" he shouted, thrusting his crotch into your face.

Shawn chuckled a la Ted DeBiase Sr. and smiled from ear to ear, so did Val Venis and Billy Gunn.

What your eyes could see above your face was Triple H's hands forming an "x" shape while he did DX's iconic signature gesture.

He then separated his hands and motioned his hands to chop at his cum gutters, this time in a "v" shape.

"Suck it!!" he exclaimed again, pushing his crotch to your face again, but not enough to bump you down.

"Suck it!!" Shawn exclaimed, his hands chopping at his cum gutters in a "v" shape, like this:

 Your eyes darted to Shawn, you could easily recognize his voice and even tell it was Shawn who shouted that, only to find him crotch chopping like a muddafucka.

Your mouth slid up Triple H's shaft, only for your lips to shift and slide over to Shawn's cock, shifting and sliding to his penishead.

Before you could do this, you have to ask them something...

"Hey guys!" you shouted, pointing your index finger at these wrestlers about to get blowjobs, killing the mood and sounding serious. "Should I jerk your cocks off? Masturbate you guys while I'm giving head?"

They were thinking the same thing.

Why were you holding Shawn's dick but not jacking him off.

They all want to cum in your mouth, be it precum or official cum, but they want to jizz on your face and your tits.

"Though, I thought I was here to suck cock" you stated "Not just jerk you guys off!"

They laughed hearing that.

Besides, you might get cum in your eyes, and that hurts.

They shrugged their shoulders, suggesting doing whatever you want, though, they'd love to see your face and tits drenched in cum.

Maybe next time you could do that, though maybe when they officially cum, you could clean their cocks off with your mouth and tongue (that rhymed) while they shout Al Snow as well as DX's signature catchphrase and do DX's signature, iconic gesture.

Decisions, decisions...

You decided not to do it, considering they're here to get blowjobs, not handjobs, much to the dismay of these wrestlers standing in front of you.

Shawn was shouting "suck it!" over and over again like an overexcited child, his hands chopping away at his cum gutters (I feel so embarrassed typing "cum gutters", but what else am I supposed to call them?), forming a "v" shape with them.

Triple H was chuckling and smiling hearing Shawn exclaim that, Billy and Val were smiling and laughing at this too.

Bart, meanwhile, was keeping his usual straight face, not seeming all that enthusiastic.  

"What does everybody want?!" Shawn roared, a wide, ear-to-ear smile plastered across his face.

"HEAD!" the wrestlers swarming with their dicks at you retorted, having the same ear-to-ear grins on your face as Shawn.

Even some wrestlers in the locker room who weren't circling you and were busy taking a shower or whatever shouted "HEAD!".

Shawn was trying not to cackle and laugh.

"What does everybody need?!" Shawn quoted, saying it the way Al Snow says it (though all of these men are saying it like how Al shouts it.

"HEAD!" Triple H, Billy, Val and even Bart shouted, some of these men, in particular Val and Triple H, making their hands form "crotch chopping" motions at their cum gutters.

"And what does everybody love?" Shawn asked, saying it loudly.

"HEAD!" the wrestlers, both with their cocks out and others who aren't bothered to join this orgy, replied.

Because of Shawn and the rest of the crew being loud, obnoxious dipshits, some people are standing by and watching what's going on.

Others are entering the locker room over the commotion, they can hear all the shouting and roaring from another room, only to find you giving head to who you think are the sexiest men in the WWF, for now, anyway.

Some are rolling their eyes and not bothering with this, some are hitting their heads with the palms of their hands, doing the iconic "face palm", others are watching this, enjoying this and even masturbating to it.

Are you and these wrestlers going to be arrested for being way too loud as well as indecent exposure?

Shawn's hands joined each other, crossing each other at the wrists, making an "x" shape.

His hands were above his genitals and raised those hands up, the hands still in an "x" shape when he raised them, only to quickly drop those hands down, still in an "x" shape.

"Suck it!!" he proclaimed, thrusting his crotch into your face.

He cackled like Ted DeBiase Sr. or after he shouted "I was up...all...night!" while he crotch chopped behind a podium, during that notorious moment where D Generation X had a presidential-like announcement and they promised not to use R-rated curse words.

His laughter was contagious, Billy, Triple H and Val laughing as well, having wide ear-to-ear smiles spread across their faces.

Shawn's hands separated, only now for his hands to do the "V" shaped crotch chop and for his hands to point at his cum gutters.

"Suck it!!!" he shouted again as he did that gesture, and you sucked it.

"Suck it!!!" Billy interrupted, his hands pointing to his crotch by making his hands form a "v" shaped crotch chop, pushing his crotch forward when he shouted that phrase.

When you've sucked his cock and swallowed his precum, as well as heard him shout Al Snow's catchphrase, it's time to move to the next man to get a blowjob, that next man is Billy Gunn.

Your head rose up from Shawn's cock and shifted over to Billy's dick sliding your lips across from the tip of Shawn's penis to Billy's penis head, only for your mouth to engulf Billy's penis head as well as the rest of his shaft.

You proceeded to start to suck Billy's cock, and while you gave him head, you imagined you were sucking Billy at the end of 1997, when he had those bows tied in his hair, and even sometimes imagined you were sucking him during his RockaBilly days in April of '97.

His hair is growing a little bit longer as 1998 progresses on, but the hottest Billy has ever looked by far was at the end of 1997.

Billy was smiling from ear to ear at you sucking his cock, his head and eyes looking down at you sucking him off.

"What does everybody want?!" Billy asked loudly.

The other wrestlers as well as some of the other locker room responded back by shouting "HEAD!".

He was asking what Al Snow asks in his entrance theme, only for the same response, that response being "HEAD!".

Speaking of Al Snow, when you were giving oral sex to Billy, some wrestler walked up to you and brought Al Snow along with him.

Thank goodness you're looking at these men swarming around you, otherwise a wrestler you're not attracted might approach you and want to suck his cock, you don' t want that.

"Heard the boys shouting Al Snow's catchphrase" this wrestler said "I'm surprised you're not giving him head!"

He pointed to Al Snow with his index finger.

Indeed, he's right about you're giving blowjobs while quoting his iconic signature catchphrase, but not involving the man who shouted that catchphrase?

Al used to be cute back in 1996 when he played that corny Leif Cassidy gimmick (even though his hair looked pretty awful), he was even kinda cute when he played a ninja named Avatar.

He now has dirty blond hair with dark roots exposed at the top of his head and a sleazy handlebar moustache.

You're really not sure what to think of Al with the way he looks like now.

He isn't Paul Bearer levels of ugly, but he isn't as sexy as Shawn Michaels either.

You also don't really wanna hurt Al's feelings, but you're unsure whether or not to give him, well, head.

Maybe you can imagine you're sucking him off when he's Leif Cassidy or even played that ninja character.

He's kind of hot with this dirty long blond hair and even that handlebar moustache.

"Y'want to suck him off?" this wrestler asked, still pointing his index finger to Al.

You shrugged your shoulders, unsure if you want to give him head or not.

"You don't know?" this wrestler asked.

You nodded your head, still having a cock in your mouth.

"I'm honestly not all that sexy" Al Snow confessed "Most people wouldn't find me all that hot, that includes her"

Al pointed to you with his index finger, though you and Al used to fuck a few times, but that was when he was Leif Cassidy (before he grew facial hair).

"I used to fuck her before I grew facial hair" Al admitted to this wrestler, still pointing at you "That was 2 years ago"

Hmmm, maybe Al could shout his catchphrase while these wrestlers swarming you could answer Al's iconic, signature question.

Billy, meanwhile, was smiling from ear to ear (and he has a beautiful smile), and of course he had to do DX's iconic crotch chop, both variations of it by making his hands form an "x" shape and a "v" shape over his crotch as well as shout the iconic, obscene catchphrase that goes with that gesture.

As you sucked on his cock, precum was leaking from the slit of his penishead and onto your tongue, only for you to gulp and swallow it down.

When you were busy giving Billy Gunn head, Shawn, however, leaned his head close to Triple H's ear, where he confessed that he thought of writing "Help Me" on your forehead in lipstick or eyeliner or even a marker, much like that iconic mannequin head that Al Snow carries into the ring with him.

Triple H liked this idea, though, would you like it?

Triple H turned his head towards you and tapped you on your shoulder, which made you look up at him.

You pulled your face away from Billy's cock until his dick left your mouth.

"Would you like it if we wrote 'help me' on your forehead with lipstick or a marker or something?" he asked. "Like that mannequin head Al Snow carries to the ring"

"I was thinking of doing that as well" you confessed "Though, it seems  a little tacky, plus, the words 'help me' scrawled across my forehead would make it seem like I'm getting raped, and I'm not"

"Touché" Triple H replied, nodding his head.

"I'm not roleplaying a rape victim or a sex slave" you confessed "Maybe next time we could do this"

After you had sucked on Billy's cock until some precum leaked out of his dick and you felt like you swallowed enough of it, Val Venis shouted "suck it!" at you while his hands motioned at his crotch, his hands making chopping motions.

You shifted your head towards Val's genitals, where you obeyed his order, leaning your face into his crotch until his dick was in your mouth.

You're surprised Val Venis has never crotch chopped and shouted "suck it" on "Monday Night Raw", considering he plays a PORN STAR and he'd be taunting oral sex while pointing at his genitals.

Fun fact: apparently Val almost was a member of D Generation X.

Val was grinning at you when you shifted your face from Billy's genitals to his, though you would honestly rather not look at him.

While he isn't as hideous as most of the men over in ECW, he isn't that hot or sexy despite being a popular sex symbol in the WWF (with emphasis on "sex"), though Val is pretty hot.

He's probably the male sex symbol during the WWF's Attitude era, much like the Ravishing Rick Rude (who he ALWAYS gets comparisons to) during the 80's Golden era and Shawn Michaels during the New Generation era.

Of course, Val had to ask this simple question...

"What does everybody want?"

He didn't shout it, he said it smoothly like how he says it in the WWF with his rough, rugged, gravelly, raspy voice.

"HEAD!" the wrestlers standing next to him retorted, even some other people in the locker room shouted "head" along with them.

"What does everybody need?" he asked again.

"HEAD!" most of the locker room answered.

"And what does everybody love?" Val asked.

"Head!" the locker room shouted.

Some said "head" in a deadpan voice while rolling their eyes.

Val laughed a bit in his throaty, raspy voice after hearing that.

He was staring down at you while you sucked him off, and of course, he couldn't help but do DX's crotch chop twice while you fellated him, both variations of the crotch chop as well as shout "suck it" while he thrusted his crotch to your face.

Sometimes, he even quoted some of his signature sexual innuendo he says on "Monday Night Raw", which would lead to some of the men standing next to him laughing, even you giggled a bit while you sucked him off.

One wrestler who you have had sex with a few times as well as thought of doing it with occassionally is Bob Holly.

The same Bob Holly who played Spark E. Plugg, a wrestler whose gimmick is a racecar driver, who would be in the New Midnight Express with Bart Gunn and eventually cut his hair and bleach it blond.

Bob is kind of handsome, even when he died his hair blond when he was in the Midnight Express, and since you have banged him a few times, Bob walked up to these wrestlers circled around you getting oral sex, only for your eyes to see him.

He probably wants some head too.

While he is a little bit attractive, he's not that hot, he has one huge overbite.

Though, you could imagine you're sucking on someone more attractive than him while you're giving him head...

Speaking of that, even though Val is pretty hot, a few times as you've given him oral sex, you're imagining sucking off someone hotter than him, like Rob Van Dam, Jeff Hardy, or even a sexy movie star or rock star.

Since Bart is probably the last one and you've sucked some precum out of Val, you shifted your head over from Val's penis to Bart's, but before you could give some oral sex...

"So Bob" you said to him, pointing at Bob Holly. "You want some head too?"

"I've thought of it" he confessed "We've fucked a few times"

"I know" you admitted "But...I'm not as crazy for you like I am with Triple H and Shawn"

At least you're being honest.

He knows.

You've fucked Shawn and Triple H numerous times as well as the likes of Jeff Hardy and even Billy Gunn.

He barely got any sex from you.

"Maybe I could give you some head" you suggested, shrugging your shoulders. "Though, you could have a ringrat go and give you head"

You should've said that to Al Snow.

Bob knows you aren't that attracted to him, plus, he's nowhere near as lusted over as Shawn Michaels or even Val Venis are.

Bob walked away, but he does know what a massive whore you are.

His tagteam partner Bart, meanwhile, motioned a crotch chop at his crotch and shouted "suck it!" at you, sounding and looking enthusiastic.

You proceeded to start sucking on his dick while he stared at you.

Even though Bart always keeps a straight face on "Monday Night Raw", he used to smile and act like he as having a good time when he was in the Smoking Gunns tagteam with Billy Gunn.

While you sucked him off, of course he had to crotch chop at you twice while shouting "suck it" like the other men did.

Pretty soon, you took turns sucking on these wrestler's cocks while they stood in front of you and circled around you.

When you gave fellatio to them, sometimes your tongue licked up as well as around their shafts, licking up the precum that trickled down their erections.

Though, you're supposed to be sucking it, not licking it, though you're still giving head either way.

When you were busy sucking off these other wrestlers, Triple H exclaimed "My bazooka is locked, cocked and ready to unload!", complete with one of his hands making a chopping motion at his cum gutters, to which you would eventually suck on his cock, as well as sometimes quoted some of the sexual innuendo he used to say at the female audience on “Monday Night Raw” during his early DX days.

You also sometimes used the tip of their penises like a lipstick, rubbing their penisheads across your lips.

Strange, but oddly sexy.

You basically sucked their cocks until they officially came, not just having precum enter your mouth.

Wonder if Triple H and most of the WWF roster watched ECW in 1997 and 1998?

I know some WWF wrestlers got their starts in ECW; Mick Foley, the Dudley Boyz and Stone Cold are examples, and ECW crossed over in the WWF in 1997, but I wonder if Triple H and some of the WWF roster watched ECW in 1997 and 1998?

Why?

Because Al Snow debuted the character he'll always be remembered for, a schizophrenic who carried a severed mannequin head, in ECW during those years, and he was a massive favorite in that company, people in the audience holding mannequin heads.

Maybe you could've given oral sex to Triple H, Shawn Michaels, Billy Gunn, Jeff Hardy and maybe a few others in late 1997/early 1998 while they shout Al's iconic, signature catchphrase, before Al joined the WWF with the gimmick he'll always be remembered for.

Epilogue: a few months later as well as into the next year, you actually had a few orgies with Triple H, Shawn, Billy, Val, Bart and some hot wrestlers who joined the WWF like Jeff Hardy, Christian and Test, where they shouted Al Snow's catchphrase while you sucked their cocks.

When Al Snow and his mannequin head's popularity were increasing, you would walk to the ring in the WWF, some men in the audience would hold signs that said things like "I want head from y/n!" and "Everybody needs head from y/n!", as well as chant "We want head!" at you.

They also held signs like "Y/n, I'll let you SUCK IT!" and they'd crotch chop at you, shouting at you to "suck it", though men in the WWF were carrying and signs like that and shouting DX's catchphrase while doing their signature gesture at you even before Al Snow was in the WWF.

Just imagine if these horny men and teenage boys who write those kinds of signs saw what you did backstage with these wrestlers, they'd be in lust.

So much lust, they'd want you to suck their cocks while they shouted Al Snow and DX's catchphrase and did DX's iconic body language.

They probably do have sexual fantasies of that, as well as sexual fantasies of Sable, Debra, Terri Runnels, Sunny, Miss Kitty/Stacy Carter, Trish Stratus, and other wrestling women and maybe even a few non-wrestling female celebrities give them blowjobs while these hornballs shout Al Snow and DX's signature catchphrases and do DX's signature gesture.

During Thanksgiving at the end of the year 2000, you actually gave a blowjob to Al Snow while he shouted his iconic catchphrase, and Jeff Hardy, Christian and Test were there too, you gave them blowjobs as well.

Al had shaved his facial hair by then and looked so much cuter and hotter.

Triple H had grown some facial hair and was with Stephanie McMahon, although at least Trips didn't look as bad as he did in 2005/2006 when he had that handlebar moustache.

Shawn was barely in the WWF in the year 2000, Billy Gunn cut his hair at the end of the year, so did Val Venis.

Plus, since it was at Thanksgiving time, and Debra asked on a Thanksgiving themed "Monday Night Raw" if anyone would like some of her pie while she held up a pumpkin pie, of course you let Al, Test, Jeff and Christian have a taste of your pie and your legs, thighs and breasts.

You're not talking about pumpkin pie or legs, thighs and breasts from a turkey.

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I actually had wanted to post this fanfic on Christian's birthday (yes, the Jay Beso Christian), though I changed my mind when I saw a clip of Val Venis getting "bloodbathed" by the Brood, which gave me an idea to type the fanfic I posted on Christian's birthday.

Plus, the fanfic I posted on Christian's birthday starred him, whereas the fanfic I originally wanted to post on his birthday would mention him just a few times.

I originally wanted to set this fanfic when Al Snow was so over, there were several people in the audience holding up mannequin heads, but I set this fanfic when Al Snow was an up-and-coming wrestler.

[yakocchi]

Be My Princess Social // Yakov Chernenkov, Season 1, Episode 1

// The Great Prince of the Country of Ice

o wats this, self-indulgent crap?? haha the joke is that all the translations i post are self-indulgent crap, thank you for coming to the press conference

This is going to be part of a translation of the Yakov Chernenkov route for the Be My Princess Social Platforms (GREE, Joshige, Eternal Kiss, etc.)

I figured this should be… relatively all right given that it seems like Voltage is done with BMP Social games forever in terms having English versions. tbh kinda surprised no one ever took the task of doing it. publicly at least? i searched a bit, found nothing. if someone already did it pls tell me lol  …..but i guess something like this is a stan’s job to do, right (ﾟ▽ﾟ*) 

idk, we’ll see how this goes… only did 1 ep as a test run to see if i feel like doing this rn lol this is lengthy endeavor

Image-heavy!! Please credit if you take any of it, thenk u (･ω･*)

Intro & Legend

This route is similar to Zain’s in that they wipe just about everything from the Paid version (the one with Sergei and the Anastasia backstory…lol that was wild thinking abt it) and start anew with the character. But Yakov is different from all the other BMP1 characters in that they also changed his personality almost completely. This is reflected in his profile when they change his blood type and age from the Paid version (B → O, 25 → 31)

If you’re familiar with the Social Zain route, you can kinda see through his bits how they changed him. A BMP fansite master describes him as “high-handed, but charismatic - a person with the character of a king” which sums it up better than anything I could ever think up

So I guess it would be a good idea to not carry over expectations from the Paid app route to this route because that’s just a recipe for disappointment lol. i know a lot of people like the Yakov from the Paid route, so I wanted to put that out there. It’s a shame bc that character is effectively “gone” but… the yakov i stan is the social one, so if that had to happen so my 2d man could come into existence…well…

thank u for ur sacrifice

➤ are my own commentary.

➢ are the choices that pop up. For the most part I have both (iirc I don’t have one near the end bc I forgot I was trying to pick the wrong ones on purpose lol). Note that all my wrong answers are from the original version’s text and thus they may have been changed for EK. Correct answers are labeled with ❆

➼ at the end of a line signals that the choice text has “ended” and it returns back to the general text. The general text resumes on the line that begins with a ➼. This is mostly just for organization on my part - the docs I type+format these on get very, very annoying to scroll through, so

Bolded dialogue reflect the screencaps.

I hope you enjoy some part of it! ( ´◡` ) Thanks for reading

Episode 1 // The Great Prince of the Country of Ice

➤ Interestingly, the original title they used for GREE and Joshige is The Cold, Rational Prince of Sanct Sybil Kingdom. I dunno why they would change it except maybe it was too long for the title card to look pretty lol

When I opened the door at the sound of the chime, there stood a man wearing a gentle smile on his face. Taking note of my presence, he places his hand to his breast and gracefully bows.

[Zain]: “You must be Miss Kara Go. I am Zain, the personal steward of Nobel Michel Castle.” [Zain]: “As promised, I have come to pick you up.” [Kara]: “Y-Yes. I am indeed Kara Go.” [Kara]: “To go out of your way to come here - thank you so much.” (Am I really… not just dreaming here?) Pulling a letter out from my pocket, I recall the events over the past few days that had led up to today.

I had torn the seal of a blank-white envelope that had no written return address, and my eyes widened in shock. “I want you to become an exclusive designer.” In the enclosed message - along with a bit of contact information, the end of the letter had been signed by Nobel the XIII, the lord of Nobel Michel Castle. (This must be some sort of mistake… A-Anyhow, I should try to verify it.) Thinking that, I call the contact number on the letter…

But, indeed - the letter was not a mistake, and they spoke to me about wanting to have a proper consultation about the position. I was told that Lord Nobel wanted some time to talk in-person with me, and eventually the promised day where I felt that my dreams were coming over the horizon… finally came. (Even when it’s finally here, in front of me of like this, I still can’t believe it…) [Zain]: “Thus, His Grace awaits. Let us depart.��� [Kara]: “O-Okay…” With a spring to my step, I get onto the limousine with Zain.

(It would’ve never crossed my mind that I’d be going to Nobel Michel Castle for a second time.) (And on top of that, I’ve been called here in terms of being a designer of all things…) I was pretty nervous the time I had come here for Jean Pierre’s errand, but now I’m even more nervous compared to that day. I felt my heart noisily thumping as I waited for Lord Nobel, and eventually the parlor door opened.

[Zain]: “My Lady, we must deeply apologize.” [Zain]: “His Grace’s conference is going longer than expected, so it seems you will have to wait a few moments longer.” [Kara]: “I see…” [Zain]: “Since you took your most valued time to come here― Would you like to take a look around the castle gardens until the conference is over?” [Kara]: “Castle gardens… you say?” [Zain]: “Indeed. Several varieties of the rare flowers we raise are currently in bloom– so if it pleases you, I can guide you around.” (You don’t get the chance to tour the Nobel Castle gardens everyday.) [Kara]: “Then, if you may.” [Zain]: “Very well. Shall we go now?” With Zain as my guide, I get to visit the castle gardens.

[Kara]: “Wow… it’s absolutely stunning.” [Zain]: “Thank you. Everyone who visits these gardens tend to voice similar sentiments about it.” The courtyard stretched over a vast space, and it was a feast for the eyes even with a simple glance. (In a way, it’s as if I’ve been sucked into a fairy tale.) As Zain explained the parts and features within it, I was completely enamored by the beautiful garden― When an teenage boy clad in a butler’s uniform comes running to us from the castle.

[???]: “Zain! So this is where you were.” [Zain]: “…Theo, you are before a guest.” [Zain]: “I must apologize, My Lady.” [Zain]: “This is Theo, who is training in this castle as an apprentice steward.” The boy called Theo – at being scolded by Zain, straightened his posture accordingly.

➤ i can’t believe bmp2 stans denied us from having the wacky family sitcom a theo route would have smh my head bro

[Theo]: “…I am Theo.” [Kara]: “I’m Kara. Nice to meet you, Theo.” [Theo]: “M-Mhm…” Theo, whose face still held remnants of childlike youth, averted his eyes shyly. Then Zain, who had witnessed all of this, lightly presses the boy in a gentle tone. [Zain]: “Theo, did you have any matters to discuss with me?” [Theo]: “Ah-, right! I was sent by His Grace to relay this message to you.” [Theo]: “He urgently wants your input on something, so you gotta come to the conference room.” [Zain]: “His Grace does?” [Zain]: “But, right now…” His eyebrows knit together, as if troubled. With a smile I turn to him. [Kara]: “I’ll be all right by myself. Though while I wait, may I take a look around the garden?” [Zain]: “Yes, of course.” [Zain]: “I apologize for being unable to guide you around myself for now– but if you could meet with me afterwards…” [Zain]: “Can you wait just a moment?” [Kara]: “All right.” Sounding apologetic in his words, he then goes with Theo towards the castle. (Being the exclusive butler to Lord Nobel must be quite the busy job…) I thought about that as I took a stroll around the calm gardens, sunlight beaming… When―

[Man]: “Please, at least, once more– Please consider thinking about it…!” The cries of a man at his wits’ end cut through the silence of the courtyard. (Is something going on…?) Looking in the direction of the voice, I find three men standing from the other side of the building. The shouting from earlier seems to have come from a man who looked slightly older from other two, and said man also seemed to be desperately calling for something. [Man]: “…The state of the administration right now still is unstable.” [Man]: “If we act too carelessly, the balance of the three nations could collapse once more!” [???]: “…I have long past made a decision.” The words that had answered the aggravated man were bound to a terribly icy voice. As this man stood with his back facing me, I was unable to see his face; but from pitch alone he seemed to be a young man. With his long, platinum-blond hair having been pleated into a single braid, he silently rebuffs the rage of the older one.

[???]: “Even if you did indeed manage to chase me all the way here― Decisions are not something to turn back from.” [???]: “That is all that need be said, so I shall leave first.” [Man]: “…Yakov–Sir, why are you this impatient?!” [Man]: “It can't be that you don’t realize that now is a crucial time for the country, is it…?!”  In pure exasperation, the older man grabs onto the man called Yakov. But in doing so, a man in a butler’s uniform that had stood across from him swiftly yanks the man off.

[Butler]: “What are you thinking in that head of yours, grabbing onto someone of his (Yakov’s) status?” [Butler]: “Even if you get imprisoned for disrespecting the state, this is an inexcusable situation you’ve found yourself in.”

➤ so the term he uses is specifically for lèse-majesté, which is the fancy term for insulting the ruling sovereign, monarchy, ruling state, etc. etc. but i didn’t want to just throw in that term bc i felt like it’s not… very common? idk i feel like the bmp mc wouldn’t know what that is granted i guess you could do the galaxy brain take and be like “she doesn’t know what that term is and that’s why she couldn’t piece together that yakov is royalty” 

[Man]: “Urgh…!”   The older man was then pinned to the ground, and as his arms were confined behind his back, he groans in pain. The moment I see the expression on his face, a cry spills out from my lips.

[Kara]: “Ah…!” [Yakov]: “…!” Hearing my voice, the platinum-blond man whips his head around. 

His eyes, peeking out from behind his long bangs and deep blue like the sea, then sharply leveled at me. [Yakov]: “…What is your business?” [Kara]: “Uh…”

(What should I answer with?) Menacingly asked to speak, I…

➢ I’m unable to say anything. ➢ “He’s in pain.” ❆

➢ I’m unable to say anything. (This person… has an awfully intimidating air to him.) Unable to say anything particularly impactful, I only turn my eyes to the man held to the ground. ➼

➢ “He’s in pain.” [Kara]: “I don’t know what’s going on here, but you’ve gone too far… He’s in pain.” [Yuri]: “Of course. It’s only natural for it to hurt when you’re bound down like this.” The man in the butler’s uniform answers me with a smile plastered on his face. (What the-… He’s smiling, but it’s honestly quite frightening-) [Kara]: “B-But… if you end up injuring him, that’d be terrible, no…?!” While paralyzed with fear, I managed to raise my voice at him. ➼ 

➼ With that, the platinum-blond man shifts his eyes to the man in the butler’s uniform. [Yakov]: “―Yuri, release him.” [Yuri]: “…” At his words, the one called Yuri immediately relinquishes his hold.

➤ Yuri’s name might actually be Urey, as one of Ivan’s Birthday Event routes note how Ivan’s wolf Urey and butler Yuri have the same name (by coincidence). But the JPN version always spells it as Yuri so I’m just used to it. Not that you should really be taking the app’s romanization as official though given they have stuff like “Lewis” (Louis), “Jean” (Jan), and the occasional “Robert” for Roberto ( ´_ゝ｀) 

As the older man staggers back up from the ground, the blond man speaks to the two of them. [Yakov]: “Do not start trouble in the castle grounds of other kingdoms.” [Yakov]: “ ―Regarding what happened here today, I shall overlook it this time. Good?” [Yuri]: “Understood.” [Man]: “…My sincere apologies.” As the two men lower their heads, the man called Yakov then directs his piercing gaze towards me.

[Yakov]: “Forget what you just saw and heard here. Not a word to anyone.” With only those words to me, he leaves with the other two following behind him. (That “Yakov” person, and “Yuri” too… what terrifying people.) Alone in the garden, I was completely petrified to the spot from the overwhelming pressure those men had left me with.

[Theo]: “―Miss Kara, here is where His Grace’s been hanging o– awaiting your presence, rather.” Afterwards, Lord Nobel’s conference had ended and Theo had come to take me to him. While heading to the parlor where His Grace was waiting, Theo’s innocent self causes a smile to crack my features. [Kara]: “Just ‘Kara’ is fine, Theo. On that note, you don’t have to speak so formally with me.” [Theo]: “Uh- But…” [Kara]: “I’ll be more at ease and less nervous that way.” [Kara]: “Besides, I’m in a similar situation as you.” [Theo]: “‘Similar’?” [Kara]: “I’m only a rookie designer.” [Kara]: “So like how you’re an apprentice butler, it’s kind of a similar position.” [Theo]: “Gotcha…” At my explanation, Theo, apparently happy about some part of it, breaks into a smile. [Theo]: “…I get you. Then- When we’re together like this, I’ll be sure to do it.” [Theo]: “Since only super-distinguished people ever come to this castle, I get pretty stressed out.” [Kara]: “Hehe, I’m feeling the same too. Just entering this castle makes me anxious.”

[Theo]: “Right?! Lord Nobel and Zain treat me really well so it’s all right for now, but…” Theo wore a smile that was quite fitting for a young boy like himself. Calmed by his pure sincerity, I enter the reception room.

[Theo]: “…Your Grace, I have brought Miss Kara Go.” [Nobel]: “Thank you for your hard work.” [Nobel]: “Kara, sorry for making you have to wait on me when I was the one who called you up here.” Lord Nobel wears a merry smile on his face as he kindly welcomes me. I bow my head down in gratitude. [Kara]: “I am, indeed, Kara Go.” [Kara]: “Thank you for inviting me to such a meeting.” [Nobel]: “You don’t have to greet me so formally,”  [Nobel]: “as the truth still stands that I was the one who summoned you today. I just wanted to talk with ya about something.” [Nobel]: “―So, Kara, do you know of the country of Sanct Sybil?” [Kara]: “Yes. I’m only knowledgeable with news and info that’s been reported to the public, but…”

Sanctis, Sybil, Versurk― Those three countries had united into one, and the resulting nation is apparently called “Sanct Sybil” from what I’ve heard. With this as my sole knowledge of the country, Lord Nobel speeds up the conversation.

[Nobel]: “Then I’ll cut to the chase.” [Nobel]: “The truth is that Sanct Sybil is planning to join the Nobel Michel Alliance.” [Nobel]: “As they’re still a new nation, they’re searching for talent both inside and outside the country.” [Nobel]: “In pursuit of capable individuals, the prince of Sanct Sybil has come to me for some guidance, so…” Cutting his own words short, a smile then markedly graces his features.

[Nobel]: “Kara, you are to be the exclusive designer of Sanct Sybil Castle.” [Nobel]: “I thought that I’d like to go see you work there.” [Kara]: “Uh-…” (I’m… going to be the exclusive designer… for a royal castle?!)

[Nobel]: “Besides yourself, I’ve been in talks with other talented folks in all sorts of industries.” [Nobel]: “It’s only the designer position that’s yet to be decided.” [Nobel]: “I personally wanted to recommend you, but… what do you think?” [Kara]: “Um… I’m truly grateful to be able to have this conversation with you, but…” [Kara]: “Since I’m still new to this, I don’t have any achievements to show for anything.” [Kara]: “Knowing that, why did you call on me for this…?” I can’t hide my own utter confusion from his sudden invitation. Voicing my bewildered thoughts with that question, the corners of his lips quirk up into a smile.

[Nobel]: “I learned about you through a list I asked from Jean Pierre.” Lord Nobel, upon consulting with the prince of Sanct Sybil, requested Jean Pierre to produce a list of designers with promising futures. (Jean Pierre himself put me on that list…) [Nobel]: “Certainly, you don’t have any prior accolades… but within the multitude of applicants, I saw your design sketches,” [Nobel]: “and I was considerably charmed by them.” [Nobel]: “I grew delighted just from simply looking at that design.” [Nobel]: “And for that reason I wish to bring you to Sanct Sybil, a nation newly born into this world.” [Nobel]: “I think that a person full of zeal like yourself is necessary for such a place.”   [Kara]: “Your Grace…” [Nobel]: “By all means, please consider it for me.” (I’m simply unworthy to be having this sort of discussion…)

At Lord Nobel’s invitation, I…

➢ “Give me some time.” ❆ ➢ “If it is all right with the other party…”

➢ "Give me some time.” Having heard all of this from Lord Nobel so far, the feeling of wanting to give it a shot comes to me. (But…) [Kara]: “…Could you give me a bit of time to think about it?” [Nobel]: ”Of course. You should go ponder it a great deal before coming to a decision.”  ➼

➢ “If it is all right with the other party…” [Kara]: “If it is all right with the other party, I feel that I would like to accept this offer.” [Kara]: “However…” There’s an uneasy feeling in my heart about it, and my words drift off. Then Lord Nobel, as if he understood my thoughts nods his head once. [Nobel]: “It’s all right if you don’t rush yourself to a decision.”  ➼

➼ [Nobel]: “Can you give Zain an answer a few days from now?” [Kara]: “Understood.” Putting my answer on hold for a moment, I depart Nobel Castle.

(The chance to be the exclusive designer for a royal castle won’t ever come by me again, but…) (While Jean Pierre is having a hard time, I can’t just leave him like this.) Turning down the offer to be dropped off at my apartment, I head towards the office of Jean Pierre.

[Jean Pierre]: “Oh my, is that ma petite?” [Kara]: “Pierre!” Not expecting to meet him like this, I’m surprised to see him here. As if he had sensed something about me, he smiles.

[Jean Pierre]: “…With a face like that, looks like you got something to talk about, hmm?” [Jean Pierre]: “Instead of standing around outside to chat, please just come on in.”

Pierre unlocks the door to his office and I come inside. [Jean Pierre]: “You somehow came all the way here… Could it be that you had talked with Lord Nobel?” [Kara]: “…Yes.” [Kara]: “I received an invitation to work as the exclusive designer of Sanct Sybil Castle.” [Kara]: “But for someone like me, who has no experience nor achievements, to take up such a grand job is…”  [Kara]: “I don’t really have the confidence that I can do something like that.” [Kara]: “And on top of that, I want to be further taught by you…”

[Jean Pierre]: “What are you saying?! Is this not a good thing? This is your big chance!” He looks at me with a serious expression. [Jean Pierre]: “In that list I submitted to Lord Nobel, there were also designers that had prior achievements.” [Jean Pierre]: “Despite that, I was convinced that you would be the one to be chosen.” [Kara]: “Why… is that?” [Jean Pierre]: “From your designs, I feel this power to them.” [Jean Pierre]: “There are some parts that are rough around the edges, but there’s this energy, one that can completely transform people, hidden within!” [Jean Pierre]: “Lord Nobel definitely sensed that too, I bet.” [Kara]: “Ah…” (Thinking about it, Lord Nobel did say something along those lines…) (He said that the designs- from simply looking at them, he grew delighted…)

[Jean Pierre]: “Please believe in yourself.” [Jean Pierre]: “I, as well as His Grace, would never recommend someone who we’d feel couldn’t do the job.”  [Jean Pierre]: “I believe in your potential, ma petite.” [Kara]: “Pierre…” Even though he himself is in a difficult position, he’s so firmly supporting me in this. With my heart overwhelmed with such emotion that I couldn’t speak, Jean Pierre smiles. [Jean Pierre]: “I’m also going to use this moment as a source of encouragement for myself, as I plan to work hard as a designer once more.” [Jean Pierre]: “One day, no doubt in my mind― the offices of Jean Pierre will be restored!” [Jean Pierre]: “And that’s why, ma petite… without worrying about these offices, please just go and try what you want to try.” [Kara]: “…Thank you!” (I can’t let this chance from Jean Pierre and Lord Nobel just pass me by.) Urged on by Jean Pierre, a smile appears on my face as my chest is enveloped in this determination. 

―That night. Resolute in accepting the offer of exclusive designer, I contact Zain as soon as I return to the apartment. [Kara]: “Concerning the aforementioned position of Sanct Sybil’s designer… I think that I will accept the invitation.” [Zain]: “Thank you very much. I think that His Grace will be quite pleased to hear that.” In a soft tone - As if thinking for a moment, Zain continues to speak. [Zain]: “If I can be honest with you, the prince of Sanct Sybil himself is actually coming to stay at the castle for official business.” [Zain]: “Normally, we would hold your interview over at Sanct Sybil, but…” [Zain]: “Since the prince will be coming over, how about you two introduce each other here at Nobel Castle instead?” (Is that so?) (Even if Lord Nobel is recommending me, it could become a situation where the prince of Sanct Sybil is not too impressed by me.) [Kara]: “I see… If you could reserve some time for that, that’d be great.” [Zain]: “Then, I shall make the proper arrangements and contact you again.” And with that, it was decided that I would meet the prince of Sanct Sybil.

A few days later―

I’ve been called to Nobel Castle once more. While having a spot of tea with Lord Nobel and Theo, I bow my head again. [Kara]: “―Thank you for granting me an opportunity like this.” [Nobel]: “Ohohoho.” [Nobel]: “At any rate.. you’ve become quite resolute about this.” [Kara]: “…Yes. Your Grace has given me words of immense appreciation, and Jean Pierre has also encouraged me.” [Kara]: “I think, as a designer, I want to take advantage of these chances given to me.”  (But… with no achievements of my own, I wonder if the Prince will approve of me…) Anxiety running through my heart, Lord Nobel smiles while stroking his beard. [Nobel]: “I also have hopes for you, Miss Kara.” [Nobel]: “I believe that, surely, the prince of Sanct Sybil will indeed require your power.” [Kara]: “Thank you…!” When I beam at Lord Nobel’s kind words, Theo then cuts into the conversation.

[Theo]: “So Kara… really is a designer, huh.”

[Theo]: “But… if it were possible, I was hoping that you’d become the designer for this castle.” [Kara]: “Hehe, thank you.” [Kara]: “I think that I definitely wouldn’t be able to be the designer for Nobel Michel, but I hope one day I’ll be able to make clothes for you, Theo.” Replying to Theo with a smile, Lord Nobel watches us with a gentle look on face. [Nobel]: “Ho ho, looks like you two have become quite close.” [Nobel]: “As I thought, Kara, you seem to have this charm that just mellows out everything around you.” He laughed heartily when there came a knock on the door. [Zain]: “Please excuse the interruption,”

[Zain]: “For I have brought Prince Yakov of Sanct Sybil.” 

➤ “op are u just making excuses to post caps of zain as much as possible” perhaps PERHAPS if im gonna need to break down the blobs of text, zain is nice to look at

(Ah…) I get up from my chair, and face the doorway nervously.  But at the next moment, my eyes instinctively open wide. (That, person…) The figures that followed behind Zain were two men I was familiar with― 

The platinum-blond man with the air of intimidating beauty, and the man in the butler uniform who had worn a smile on his face― 

The people I had witnessed in the courtyard days before.

[Prince Yakov]: “―As I have heard that you have found a candidate for the designer position, I have come.” [Prince Yakov]: “Your Grace, I give you my humble gratitude for granting my request.” [Kara]: “Eh…” [Prince Yakov]: “…” I inadvertently let out a small cry of surprise, and the Prince finally meets my eyes. For a split second his eyes had widened, but almost immediately after it shifts into a sharp gaze. (A person like him is the prince of Sanct Sybil, of all things…)

Steeped in the shocking reality of it all, I stare dumbfounded at Prince Yakov―

➤ now part of me was thinking, do people really need all the screencaps of when he makes the -_- face but honestly him doing the -_- face for half of his portraits on this route is part of the experience

To be continued…

(Letter)

➤ so uh this might be a crapshoot in terms of placement bc there’s diff letters based on the special story you choose, and also i forget where the last few letters go loool but that won’t be a problem until later

From: Yakov Title: (untitled)

…So you are the designer recommended by Lord Nobel? If you come to my country, you will be treated to the finest hospitality. Therefore you should not ponder over unnecessary matters and just bring yourself here. Good?

―Yakov

holy fucc idk why this is more tiring to translate than other stuff. maybe bc this is a slow route where we have exposition and non-romantic chara development we have to tread thru first. also lol translating the bmp writers’ style seems like more work? vs stuff like cybird? idk it’s hard to explain.  i’m not a super big fan of what i have rn…. in fact i’m like wtf what is this incomprehensible garbage i made... but i’m too tired to do revisions rn…… aye… but i’ll definitely look over it again in attempt to give it more clarity+readability so yea. there’s nothing’s “wrong” in terms of the literal meaning per se - it’s more like i’d like to make it flow better and actually follow grammar rules instead of cheating with dashes and line breaks hahaaa 

anyway guess ill see u at the next part when (if?) i bother to do it. hrmmm i should try to make the chunks larger given that this story is 15 eps + 3 special stories (with ~3 variations for each story) + epilogue but fuuu ill get there when i get there

Next Episode…

“If you wish to hear of my tastes - you will have to ask me in a more alluring voice.”

yea thats rite im hitting u with the azn drama cliffhanger. well now i have to do this translation or else this would be mean….. this is a psychological effort to get me to not leave this unfinished

Again, thanks for reading!

[metellastella]

Mao Mao Pride Week Prompts, Part 3

A continuation of the prompts put out by @maomaosmother Part 1 https://metellastella.tumblr.com/post/621726687992872960/hello-everyone-happy-pride-month-to-all-of-you Part 2 https://metellastella.tumblr.com/post/621834183114932224/mao-mao-pride-week-prompts

7. Marriage

“But first,” Mao’s sister clapped her hands together, “I wanna talk weddings some more!”

“Right on!” the badger agreed. He whooped. 

“Oh good grief,” Mao rolled his eyes. “Fine. You two can chat with the king about the possibility. And I reiterate. Possibility. When you’re ready to make good on your promise, come find me.” 

She clucked her tongue in disapproval. “Fine. Be the usual stick in the mud. Don’t know why I’m surprised.” 

He grabbed a few more things off his plate and left. 

“So,” she sat back down, “I guess if you favor men, the animals here didn’t have to petition for marriage laws to be amended, huh?” 

”Correct.” the lion replied. 

“Though some thought I was … ironically … being ‘biased.’ Oh well. Can’t help that. Royal power is absolute, for better or worse. I’ve traveled to other nations and, during debates, have suggested that they not use the term ‘marriage’ as I have. Law is, at least in some peoples’ opinions, supposed to be ‘secular,’ and not ‘religious,’ anyway, so why cling to a specific term that isn’t? Simply afford all the exact same rights to civil unions or domestic partnerships. Or make up a third designation. Much easier to get it passed that way. Bypasses a whole lot of entrenched resistance. People can hash out in their own communities what to do with the non-legal angles and rituals and what to call it. But for a ‘marriage’ certificate? What, after all, is a rhetorical difference, in the end?” the diplomat and statesman snapped his fingers. “And like that, less angst for absolutely everyone involved. It’s not always that easy to reconcile or find middle ground. I can’t think of practically any other issues where simply altering one single word could have that effect. Despite a couple of decades worth of rhetorical experience under my belt.”

He sat back, and interlaced his paws contentedly. “Some countries insisted they were still going to adjust tax breaks because of the very unlikely event of children. Unless surrogates are involved, and properly registered as such, to try to avoid wrangling over child custody. That’s a whole other kettle of fish to get into, obviously.” 

She nodded. “Well like Mao said, I’m not here to talk politics. Let’s hear your fantasies about the most important day of your life!”

The badger shook his head. “Well it’s not like that for everyone, but don’t get me wrong, I wanna hear, too!” he said excitedly. 

“Erm … “ the lion looked down. 

“What’s wrong?” she asked. 

“It’s just … I’m more enthusiastic about the idea than Mao, but I’m still a long way off from that myself. So, I don’t want to insult you by making you think I’m further along, just because I have envisioned a marriage … regardless of who the groom is.”

She frowned a little, thinking. “All right then.”

“But I would love to hear about some of your customs, in that event.”

Her face fell some more. “I’m not sure that would be a good idea.”

“Oh?”

“The homeland, though the majority is plenty accepting of pairing in general, has not approved marriage between men,” she said, “so any customs you applied to each other or one of you … might be seen as disrespectful. For example. Would Mao dress as the woman, since he’s chosen to sub? Not only do I think he would never, ever do that …” she looked at the badger for confirmation.

He shook his head, “Oh most definitely not.” He thought for a second. “Maybe that’s why he got up out of here, for that matter. He thought we were gonna suggest doing that. We’ve been to weddings like that. Again, a little like misgendering, no? Even in the rare cases where he gets a mind for it, he’s not at all like a typical sub.”

The badger paused. 

“He doesn’t really fit in when I would hang out with other subs. One panda I met just could not wrap his mind around Mao. It was kinda funny. Irritating for him, though. I would be totally down for dressing like the female counterpart in a wedding, if it were me. I’ve pictured it both ways. Maybe even a costume change in the middle?” he waggled his eyebrows. “Or whatever my partner wanted? If a polar bear gave me any direction I’d melt under his strong paw,” his gaze unfocused, and he hummed appreciatively. “Tuxedo? Coming right up. What color? What style? White wool tunic and stole, as is customary for you big guy? I’ll match you! Usus? My Ursus. My dear ursine. Coemptio? Confarreati? Gown? Dress? You got it, my bae bear. I’m male, sure, but a lot more loosey-goosey in that way. But. It’s not me.”

He sighed romantically. 

“If I understand Mao,” the lion said slowly, “in general, he’s less sentimental, at the very least in expression, so maybe it’s simply that he doesn’t get as wrapped up in it as you or I would.” 

The badger shrugged. 

“Also, women tend to get more excited about wedding planning. Not a hard and fast rule of course, but I think we’ve established that you and I have a lot more in common with women, so it makes sense we’d be more enamored, even if it didn’t necessarily need to be that way.”

The badger slapped his forehead. “Oh yeah, wow. How could I not think of that!” He put his paw down and gestured towards her. “I mean this whole conversation we've had a vibe and Mao has seemed the odd one out, gender wise, but I didn’t consider that.”

The badger went on, “Even without a wedding on the table, which is usually headed up by women in this part of the world, it’s often awkward in the first place for a typical guy to be in a room with all women and vice versa … so this visit has kinda been like that for him, I think. I mean, Mao’s always eager enough to go to a wedding, excited about hitting on and dancing with some ladies, and all, but that doesn’t mean he’d necessarily enjoy planning one. He might even leave it all up to you even if he was totally ready for it!” 

The three femme animals spent the next few hours discussing flower arrangements, color palettes, the band of tolerant aristocracy he would invite, and who among the clan would approve enough to come. That was hard for the sister to get through, as she thought of those she loved who would refuse to give their blessing and ‘miss all the fun.’

8. Self-Acceptance

Mao threw up his hands in exasperation. “This was different than anything anybody knew of. Other clans’ elders who had wielders hurt badly were brought in to consult. We wielders can be slammed around by dragons, can be thrown into the ground and make craters, and walk away. With lesser wielders, bruises could be shrugged off and healed. But SOMEHOW, the universe had, like a homing pigeon bent on mouse’s blood, found one little chink in our armor. . . . Delicate tails aren’t resistant enough to damage to withstand direct crush force. Some of the visiting canine elders spoke of a time when groups of semi-sapient non-magical hunting dogs had their flowing, floppy ears or long tails surgically cropped to keep them from injuring themselves on hunts. To potentially avoid something like this happening again … by cave-ins, like mine, by boulders hurled by some types of dragons, even just being stepped on by a dragon big enough …  Should all wielder animals, intending to fight these beasts … should every species with long tails start doing this removal with our children, they asked? With consent, of course. Like removing tonsils or primates removing the appendix? Lizards probably couldn’t do it, because their slanted gait was too dependent and their tails too heavy. So maybe just the tips? Surely the thicker parts of their tails withstand something like this? They asked. The elders of felines and canines and rodents and otters … the later they waited to dock tails in a trainee’s life, the more they would have to adjust to the missing counterbalance just as I was. They swarmed me and questioned me about it relentlessly. They were asking among themselves … What age would this terrible offered choice be appropriate?”

His green eyes widened in horror at these questions. As if he needed any more psychological stress after being temporarily crippled, he seemed to have altered the entire course of history with the way clans viewed preparation for wielder heroes.

“Inwardly, I felt like …” he once again tried to force the words out he had started before. “I felt like I was causing an implosion of the whole clan. The tranquil meditation spaces were overrun with visitors. Children still hid from me. Our elders argued over whether they should move me for the duration of my recovery, from the clan’s circle. They argued over what to do about the little ones. But didn’t I deserve to feel safe, too? Of course I was ripping everyone apart! It was what always happened when I was around! When we were all younger, and my sisters occasionally came to my defense from one another or dad, I felt it was somehow my fault they argued, too.”

Even if the elders made these new procedures for children voluntary, he would still be virtually ‘responsible’ for possibly unneeded selective surgical alteration of innocents.

“Blue says that’s common, for bullied children to feel like it’s their fault.”

He looked towards the door, probably thinking of the dog’s unruffled voice of reason.

“I try to listen to him. I try to like myself. B-but I … it seemed l-like my family w-was disintegrating because of m-m-me. And my stupid ‘mistake.’ The whole world of wielders, even! Sometimes it still does, when they visit …! Arguing over father’s treatment of me. Remember when my sister said she wasn’t sure starting arguments over lesser wielders was worth unsettling future heroes? Now imagine what I was thinking when the little ones didn’t feel safe in the circle of the clan because of me. I was drowning in self-blame and the only way I felt I could escape it was to work harder, push myself more, and get away from there.” 

Could Blue even help him out of this? The lion pictured him like a seeing eye dog this time, trying for all the world to lead the black cat out of such darkness. 

Bonus:

From my second story, Outnumbered. Tanya sashayed around the red-caped cat. “Hello Mittens.” “Tanya I swear if you do not stop calling me that, I’m going to use the wrong pronouns for you,” the cat threatened. “Touchy, touchy,” the tanuki tutted teasingly, but her normally chipper attitude got a dent in it. “As if that’s an even trade, anyway.” The masculine magic cat said gruffly, “Maybe not. But I’m tired of you mocking me without consequences. Just because that’s the only thing that ever gets under your skin is no fault of mine. Perky little miss.” She rolled her eyes. “So, you try to make gendering me correctly even sound derogatory. No wonder I broke up with you.” The cat’s fists tightened, but he spoke cooly. “If you can’t handle all this. I’ll just find someone who can.” 

“Like the king you’re serving as a bodyguard to?” the fox-like animal said in a silken tone. “The only kind of lion with no birth mane. Are you a chaser, you dog?” “First off. No. How dare you. Targeting gender non-conforming animals may not be officially dishonorable, but as a concept, it is,” the samurai bristled, “We’re not involved, and we’re never going to be. We’re not attracted to each other, as my nose could clearly tell if he was. Second of all. Since when do you have something against dogs?” “It’s an expression.” “An expression that’s derogatory towards dogs,” the cat sneered. “I can’t imagine the blue therapist dog could be less like that. It’s like ‘sexist pig.’ The yellow pig back in Pure Heart would be crushed if he ever heard someone utter it. Yet outside that nice little paradise, it’s a common saying. King Snugglemagne is having to adjust mightily to the outside world. You may be used to it, steeped in it, but for magic’s sake, stop teasing him about it.” “Oh, a king can’t take a little hardship?” she said lazily. “Of course not, he’s been ensconced in his fancy-pants palace. Now that he has an idea of how it is for everyone else, he crumples at the slightest trouble. Sorry I can’t muster up enough energy to care.” “You should care. Given that he has the same problems you do.” “With pronouns? Puh. Since I’m a roaming outlaw,” the orange animal said flouncily, “I don’t expect either other crooks or enforcers I encounter to respect that my gender doesn’t match my body’s smell. The former doesn’t even respect the law, so why should I take that personally? And the latter are more focused on getting me behind bars. So, no, not my problem. Too much of a bother.” “If you settled down, and got a respectable job,” the cat pointed out, “Established yourself as a constant presence, people would probably collectively accept you.” She laughed derisively. “Oh no, I value my freedom far more than that, Mi-” she swallowed back the nickname. He laughed just as derisively. “I see you do value my word on the matter, though,” he said suggestively. “Are you just not as tough as you make out, or do you still harbor some feelings for me, my sweet little illusionist?” 

She opened her mouth, but then shut it again. 

“You slippery mirage master,” he said “you do, don’t you?”

He paused. “Hm. ‘Master,’ maybe I should say ‘Mistress’?” he amended. “There’s . . . really no good choice there,” she chuckled hesitantly. “There are ‘Head Mistresses’ at some schools in Snugglemagne’s kingdom,” the cat pointed out. 

“Yes but . . . still has connotations. I don’t break the law that way,” she said, normally carefree attitude wobbling. “Even I have standards.”

“Hasn't stopped you from dangling the offer to get what you want,” he said. 

She blushed.

“Yeah, word gets around,” he went on blithely as she uncomfortably gripped one of her arms. “Don't know why I should be surprised that playing with hearts isn't beneath you. But more to the point. I know you’re ultimately reasonably principled in that arena, if really flirty. You ever want to get back together, babe, the invitation is open,” he winked. 

“And endure your jealous behavior again? I think not. I’ll file that away with other useless knowledge,” she said icily. 

“Oh that’s not like you,” he said in a low baritone. “You’re sweet to everyone, even if they can’t catch the mocking tone sometimes.” “Not everyone’s as smart as you, cupcake.” He looked caught off guard by the compliment. “She brushed her fingers under his chin. “I guess you’ll just have to miss me.”

She somersaulted away from him, waving goodbye and blowing a kiss.  He said under his breath, “As if I’d ever misgender you. You may play a lot of mind games, love, but you didn’t catch that bluff.”

Comic page: https://metellastella.tumblr.com/post/621837213819437056/mao-maos-specific-trigger-should-not-be First chapter of Piercing the Swordsman https://metellastella.tumblr.com/post/617045879413719040/piercing-the-swordsman-chapter-1

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Ultimate Daiken Playlist, Pt. 1

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

This is the abridged version of my Spotify playlist for all things Daiken, mostly in order from the start of 02 to...eventually. Even so, this is still a pretty damn long list. My original aim was for 30 songs, but...uh, yeah, I surpassed that pretty quickly. It’s around 75 now. Yikes. So I split it up.

I have problems with self-control. Especially when it comes to my babies.

Part 1 specifically covers from the start of 02 to just after the defeat of the Digimon Kaiser.

TRIGGER WARNING: This post discusses depression, suicide, emotional abuse, and PTSD quite a lot. Take care of yourself, folks!

Spotify Playlist

Click the song titles for YouTube links (apparently you can’t have more than five videos in a post), and otherwise, enjoy me rambling about Daiken...as I am wont to do.

One final note: Within the lyrics, I’ve emphasized meaningful words, such as night/nightmare, dark/darkness, miracle(s), kind/kindness, courage/bravery, friend/friendship, sun/star/light, fire/burn/ignite, angel(s), and words related to water/drowning.

“I’m Just a Kid” by Simple Plan

I think I got a lot of friends But I don't hear from them What's another night all alone When you're spending every day on your own

I envision this as Daisuke’s life before becoming one of the Chosen, before meeting Ken. It’s pretty well established that Taichi and Hikari are the only legitimate friends he has during that time, aside from (possibly) his soccer teammates, but he’s not close with any of them. And worse, his home life is obviously not great: His parents ignore him, and his sister irritates him just to irritate him. That may seem like a normal brother/sister relationship, but a 17-year-old slapping her 11-year-old isn’t normal or healthy.

The truth is, Daisuke has no legitimate example of healthy family interactions, and in some ways, his home life is as emotionally abusive as Ken’s was. His parents insult him (his father calls him his “stupid son” when Ken first visits) and ignore him (Daisuke repeatedly says his parents wouldn’t notice if he didn’t come home and lies to them to avoid spending time at home), so he has no idea how to respond to compliments.

This also means that he latches on to the people he cares about, much the same way Jun latches on to attractive boys. He idolizes Taichi (calling him senpai when speaking with him directly), and he constantly seeks attention from Hikari. Since we don’t know what Daisuke and Hikari’s relationship was like before Takeru shows up, it’s all speculation, but Daisuke was probably way less aggressive and possessive of her before someone came to try to take his one friend away.

So Daisuke has no idea how to show affection (whether familial, platonic, or romantic) in a normal, healthy way. He’s never had a close friend (or any real friends probably), and he’s never been close with any of his family. He’s actually lived an incredibly lonely life.

“Dark Blue” by Jack’s Mannequin

This flood This flood is slowly rising up Swallowing the ground Beneath my feet Tell me how anybody thinks Under this condition So I'll swim, I'll swim As the water rises up Sun is sinking down

Similarly, this functions as Ken’s theme song for events prior to the start of 02. There are a lot of references to water--“flood,” “swim,” and I believe there’s talk about drowning as well--which is very fitting because of the Dark World (Ocean), but also because Ken obviously suffers from depression and the idea of drowning is one of the most used and most accurate descriptions of what chronic depression feels like (trust me, I know!).

But my favorite part of this is the last two lines from the quote. Let’s be real, the sun is a huge symbol when it comes to our goggle boys--they are bright, cheerful, energetic, and so fucking bright they could rival the sun itself. When Ken is so incredibly surrounded by darkness, Daisuke is the sun. There are so many things that support this, but most importantly:

The Crest of Courage is shaped like the sun. It doesn’t get more overt than that.

When V-mon evolves to Magnamon, it’s described as: “It was a miraculous evolution. As beautiful as the rising sun shining brightly on the world.”

Daisuke is the sun. Ken is the world. And Ken needs his sun to help him out of the darkness.

“Send Me an Angel” by Highly Suspect

Open fire on my burning heart I've never been lucky in love My defenses are down A kiss or a frown I can't survive on my own

Send me an angel Send me an angel Right now, right now

Before they met, before 02 actually starts, both Ken and Daisuke are effectively alone. Yeah, they’re surrounded by people (Daisuke more than Ken), but never of them have any real friends or close relationships.

This song is something I see Daisuke feeling in his more introspective moments (rare, I know), as what he needs more than anything is true love and companionship. When I say love here, I don’t necessarily mean romantic. While, yes, Daisuke has poor luck in romance (Hikari, hello!), he has poor luck with platonic love as well.

And I’m all for anything that references Ken as being an angel. Obviously, Ken would never agree to that sentiment, but a lot of the time, it feels like that’s how Daisuke views him. To Daisuke, [post-Kaiser] Ken is this amazing, beautiful, even verging perfect person, and you can see he feels that way just from the way he looks at Ken.

I also chose this song because it’s a small reference to something I drew not too long ago, which itself is based on a Lilo & Stitch meme.

“Duality” by Set It Off

I can't quite contain or explain my evil ways Or explain why I'm not sane All I can say is this is your warning

It's a cloak or disguise unleashed, gonna get it off No, I'll never get away Cause if I try to stray It only holds me closer No, I'll never get away I'll have it any way

Okay, this is very obviously a Kaiser song. But it’s also a Ken song. The whole thing about this song is that Ken is trapped as the Kaiser and doesn’t have full control over himself. And can he actually explain why he does the crazy evil shit he does? His explanation is that he thought the Digital World was a video game, but that’s obviously not the full picture. He can’t fully explain because the Dark Seed is what makes him evil as opposed to simply sad and lonely and traumatized.

“Numb Without You” by The Maine

You are my last, you are my first You kill me for the better You are the rising tide You're every fucking thing inside me now

You are the violence in my veins You are the war inside my brain You are my glitter and my gloom I am so numb without you

This is another Kaiser/Ken song. To an extent, this song has a sort of sadistic romantic aspect to it, but I’m choosing to ignore those undertones in favor of just the creepy sadistic part. This is sort of Ken singing to his Kaiser persona and also to depression in general. Because the Kaiser is the “rising tide” (oh, look another reference to water!) and the manifestation of his grief and trauma and mental illness.

But as the title of the song suggests, the Kaiser persona is also what allows him to still feel something. Without it, he’s in the complete numbness of his depression (which sucks, trust me), and he would rather have the Kaiser, who is violent and angry and bitter, instead of the absolute numbness of his grief and depression.

“Deer in the Headlights” by Owl City

Tell me again was it love at first sight When I walked by and you caught my eye Didn't you know love could shine this bright? Well, smile because you're the deer in the headlights

Met a girl boy with a graceful charm But when beauty met the beast, he froze Got the sense I was not her his type By a black eye and bloody nose But I guess that's the way it goes

Note: I (obviously) changed a few pronouns in the quote. It should be apparent what I altered based on formatting.

Here, we see the first time Daisuke and Ken meet. And I’m talking Ken (although evil Ken), not the Kaiser. Yes, this is referencing the soccer match they play against each other in episode eight.

It’s pretty damn obvious that eleven-year-old Daisuke is completely enamored when he meets the famous Ichijouji Ken. He blushes and stumbles over his words, and he is so overwhelmed and happy that Ken remembered his name after the match was over. He admires him, and when Ken tells him that he’s the first person to ever stop that move in the match, Daisuke just looks so pleased to hear the compliment.

Also, bonus points for any song that references the sun or light: “Didn’t you know love could shine this bright?”

“Love the Way You Hate Me” by Like a Storm

You say I'm insane I say You're afraid I get stronger from the pain I love the way you hate me

I'd rather be a sinner than a slave I'd rather be an outcast than just bow down and obey When it's all done there's only one Name upon my grave I'd rather be a freak than be a fake

Another Kaiser song. While the previous song could be placed pretty much any time during the first fifteen episodes or so, this one is distinctly set after they find out the Kaiser is Ichijouji Ken. The focus here is on the way the Kaiser (emotionally) gets off from how much the Chosen Children, Daisuke especially, fight against him and hate him. He enjoys watching them try so hard and keep failing because, while he desperately wants to have an opponent, he loves to win more--he does think it’s a game, after all.

“Lock Me Up” by The Cab

Why don't you Lock me up with joy and kisses? Lock me up with love? Chain me to your heart's desire

I don't want you to stop Lock me in and hold this moment Never get enough Ain't no way I'm ever breaking free Lock me up

This song is mostly in reference to the serious foe yay aspect to Daisuke and Kaiser Ken’s relationship for the first half of the series. The homoerotic subtext in their relationship is ridiculous, especially since they’re two eleven-year-old boys, one of whom (theoretically) has a huge crush on a female friend for the first half(ish) of the season. But you can bet that, if the Chosen Children had a second enemy during the Kaiser’s days, the Kaiser would be pissed and pull the whole “No! Motomiya’s my enemy. Only I can defeat him!” bit like he’s Kaiba Seto or something.

“Fallen Angel” by Three Days Grace

How can I take the pain away? How can I save...

A fallen angel in the dark Never thought you'd fall so far Fallen angel, close your eyes I won't let you fall tonight Fallen angel

But then there’s comes the very important part where Daisuke has a revelation. When he and V-mon meet Wormmon on the Kaiser’s base, Wormmon is determined and takes them to the Digimental of Miracles in an attempt to help them defeat the Kaiser and bring back his kind-hearted best friend. The moment Daisuke touches the Golden Digimental, something changes: It’s connected to Ken because it’s borne from his Crest of Kindness, and Daisuke is able to see that there’s more to Ken than his Kaiser persona. He knows that there’s good in him before they’ve even defeated him, and he wants to help him.

And seriously, bonus points for a song from Daisuke’s POV that refers to Ken as an angel. I’ll fight anyone who says he doesn’t see Ken that way. Legit.

“Breaking Down” by I Prevail

Lies, every time they ask me I just tell 'em that I'm fine Try to hide my demons, but they only multiply Keep me running from the voices on repeat inside my mind Everybody fucking hates you

I guess I never noticed how it came creeping in My enemy emotion but I can't sink or swim I say I'm feeling hopeless but no one's listening But no one's listening, but no one's listening

This song is in reference to the way Kaiser Ken’s psyche is falling apart. He’s having doubts. Creepy voices are talking to him. He’s confused about how the Chosen Children are actually defeating him. Chimairamon is a freaking nightmare and totally uncontrollable. And Ken is about to have a goddamn breakdown.

“Goner” by Twenty One Pilots

Though I'm weak Beaten down I'll slip away Into the sound

I've got two faces Blurry's the one I'm not I need your help to Take him out

Look how far we’ve come! We’re almost to the Kaiser’s defeat! (Dear god, this is a long playlist...)

Ken isn’t aware of how much he needs Daisuke to help him at this point. He’s too busy being the Kaiser and, you know, having a mental breakdown. But it’s important that Daisuke is the one there to help bring everything down. V-mon evolves to Magnamon and defeats Chimairamon with some badass moves (he is a Royal Knight after all), and Daisuke and the rest of the Chosen Children are finally able to get through to Ken.

“Not Gonna Die” by Skillet

Break their hold Cause I won't be controlled They can't keep their chains on me When the truth has set me free

Only when he realizes that the Digital World isn’t a game is Ken able to break through the hold that the Dark Seed (and Oikawa and BelialVamdemon, etc.) have on him. He tears off his Kaiser clothes and goes back to being just Ken. Just sweet, kind-hearted, adorable Ken.

Parts of this song, though, would be from Daisuke’s perspective. He’s determined, even though they have defeated their enemy, to help Ken, even that simply means sending him home to his family instead of letting Ken just waste away, which is frankly what it looks like he’s about to do during this scene.

“Tell Me Why” by Three Days Grace

Tell me why Does everything that I love get taken away From me? Why does everything that I love get taken away?

How come nothing ever lasts? It goes from good to bad to worse so fast All it takes is one and I'm gone, and you can't erase the past How come nothing ever lasts?

Obviously, this is a Ken-centric song, the focus being on his past when he saw his brother’s death, though Osamu’s death is nowhere near his fault. Yet again, Ken goes through a traumatic experience (Wormmon’s death), and for the first time, this is (somewhat) his fault.

While I linked the subs version, the English dub of this scene actually has a line almost exactly like this song: “Not again. Wormmon’s gone. Just like my brother. I was helpless to save him, and now I can’t save Wormmon either. Why do I keep losing people?”

Sorry, were you not wanting to cry today? ...Oops.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

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James Potter VS Severus Snape - [A Character Analysis]

I posted a video talking about this awhile ago, but I was thinking about it again and thought I’d post the script I used here! I know I love reading these sorts of things on here so I thought I’d share mine! I’m sorry it’s so long!! 

James Potter grew up in a very doting environment with a successful father and wanted to be just like him. James was very arrogant and  proud and he wanted to be the best. Severus was almost the opposite in that he was very neglected as a child and extremely insecure and bitter. But both of them had a few things in common, they both thought themselves better than each other and both were extremely enamored with Lily Evans. And so, the rivalry begins. But who was really the ‘better’ person?

Both had flaws. They hated each other from the very beginning. Right when Severus and James met on the train they scoffed at their desired houses and Sirius and James coined their famous nickname for Severus “Snivellus”. The thing about this initial confrontation they have. It’s really...dumb. They’re 11 having the most 11 year old argument. James fantasized the idea of being a brave Gryffindor like his dad and being the sheltered doted on son of a rich couple, couldn’t understand how anyone wouldn’t want that. Severus wanted to be Slytherin with his childhood friend Lily stating he values brains over brawn. and being a scrawny insecure, neglected child felt he had something to prove and tried to put James in his place. Two kids with conflicting personalities and viewpoints fighting over something as petty as what house they’d be sorted into. And yeah, James and Sirius teaming up on him and calling him names? They’re jerks, but they’re 11 and most 11 year olds do dumb things like that and argue and tease people they don’t understand because they’re children and don’t know better (they should know better but at this time, they don’t).

Severus sticks around Lily this whole time, even having been sorted into different houses. She’s the only one who’s been there for him since childhood, when his parents, specifically his dad, didn’t treat him well and he slowly grew a hatred for the ‘muggle’ side of his family (later nick naming himself the “half-blood Prince” renouncing his father's name). Lily was, for him, ‘an exception’ it seemed. And while Severus and Lily were close friends, James made close friends of his own. James even developed feelings for none other than Lily Evans. Which thus sparks more conflict between the two.

Now here’s the difference between the two regarding Lily. James potter went out of his way to impress her, ruffling his hair to look like he had just gotten off the quidditch field and showing off with his snitch. He even scribbled her initials on a scrap paper after his exams. He had the most typical school boy crush imaginable despite Lily completely despising him he always tried to get her attention and looking like a fool in the process. He presumably constantly flirts with her and doesn’t understand what’s not to like despite the fact he’s bullying her best friend. He asks her out in the form of a deal essentially saying “go on a date with me and I’ll stop bullying your friend”. Meanwhile Severus couldn’t quite escape the friendzone he pined after Lily and because their relationship started before they went to school it developed quite differently. Lily being the first wizard/witch in her family, she knew nothing about the wizarding world, where as Severus's mother came from a wizarding family so he felt of value in teaching her. He answered all her questions and it seemed he continued to ‘teach’ her throughout school. He would tell her about ‘no good arrogant James Potter’ and Lily would explain she doesn’t need to be told these things (she already knows). But when Lily offered him advice he’d turn the negative attention off of himself and try to put it on James. Their shared hatred of James was something he found comfort in during the duration of their steadily dying and unstable friendship it seemed.

Throughout school James and his friends severely bullied Severus, calling him names, making fun of his appearance and routinely hexing him. It has been stated James would hex random passerby students as well “because he can” and he has admitted to stealing the snitch after exams. Severus Relays to Harry that James ’Strut” through the halls and though Harry refuses to believe that, I definitely see him doing that. Lily calls him an ‘arrogant toerag’ which is the greatest insult I’ve ever heard. And though James is supposedly well liked by most of his teachers and peers, he certainly had a strong personality and was cruel Severus. His reasoning, for bullying Severus was as quoted by James ‘because he exists’ which is awful, but also, James and everyone knew Severus was hanging around with soon to be death eaters and practicing dark magic. With an oncoming war and James being passionately against what the death eaters stand for, as well as being a brave Gryffindor like his father and romanticizing that idea, it’s likely he saw himself as heroic and desirable doing what he was doing, and it made it easier that it was Severus, Lily’s best friend who belittled Gryffindor the first day they met. None of that is an excuse for him in the slightest of course. What James did to Severus was disgusting and inexcusable, but I think that is his perspective on his actions. James was also extremely smart, became an animagus in 5th year when most adults can’t even figure that out. He and the other Marauders invented the Marauders Map. He was a prefect and headboy. and when in comes to his friends and Lily, James will do anything for them. Risking his life to comfort Remus during every full moon, and defending Lily when Severus calls her a ‘mudblood’. As he got older he stopped hexing random people and started dating Lily, though he and his friends did continue to hex and namecall Severus without Lily knowing. There was one evening in which Sirius tells Severus how to get into the shrieking shack on the full moon. A terrible prank that could have resulted in soooo many terrible ways. When James found out about this ‘prank’ he rushed to go save Severus (and arguably Remus). Severus seems to think he was only saving his friends’ skins but based on James’ idealistic heroism and bravery as well as his undeniable intelligence and having been dating Lily I feel James was likely genuinely in care if Severus lived or died. He also later becomes an auror and a member of the order of the phoenix, fighting in the war against the death eaters. He was extremely trusting and cared deeply for his friends and family and was passionate about the cause. He died trying to protect Lily and Harry.

Severus throughout school was, as I said, severely bullied and disliked. He started to befriend soon to be death eaters who practiced dark magic and found similar beliefs in them. As a child Severus was neglected and his father had a clear distaste for magic. Because of this Severus grew a distaste for muggles and that side of his family. When he befriended Lily he had a clear prejudice against her sister Petunia for being non-magic. When Lily expressed concerns for who he was spending time with and their values, he blew her off and tried to switch it around onto James, clinging to that one common opinion they shared. When Lily stood up against James to defend Severus he calls her a ‘mudblood’ revealing his exception wasn’t really an exception but rather the one thing he disliked about his beloved Lily Evans. She stopped being his friend but he never gave up on her. It’s clear that down to his final breath he loved Lily despite them never really having much in common other than both being good a potions (or so it seemed). Severus was very intelligent as well, he invented his own spells including sectumsempra, labeling it as ‘for enemies only’. A spell that acted as a knife, cutting the one he hexed. He used this spell on James when he was bullying him. When Severus suspected Remus of being a werewolf he risked his life to prove it. Was it out of curiosity or malicious intent? Based on Severus’ history with the marauders and his close minded views he probably did it to expose Remus. This later is basically confirmed when Remus comes to teach at school and while he is recovering after the full moon, Severus has the class write and essay on werewolves in hopes he’d be found out and by book 6 he releases the information rendering Remus Jobless. He gained nothing from this other than satisfaction that he ruined his school bullies life. Severus from the very beginning acted on bitterness. He joined the death eaters because he’s bitter about his muggle father. He was extremely bitter about how James treated him and that Lily chose him, so he bullied Harry. Harry didn’t know anything about, well anything, but because he looked so much like James, from the very moment they met, Severus acted as though Harry was James, calling him arrogant, but as a teacher he had more power. He generally treated all Gryffindors poorly, making Hermione cry by making fun of her large teeth (that she changes with magic because of his comment), being Neville's greatest fear, practically encouraging Draco in his bullying, ect. All likely because the way James boasted and prided in Gryffindor left Severus with negative feelings toward the house. Severus did double agent for Dumbledore, but when he found out the prophecy, was quick to tell Voldemort but when he found out the prophecy could be about Harry and Voldemort would go to kill Harry, James and Lily, He begged both Dumbledore to hide the Potter’s and Voldemort to spare Lily. And When he showed up after they’d been killed and Voldemort was gone, he stepped over James to get to Lily and cradled her dead body. A woman he likely hadn’t talked to since school. People argue, he didn’t want James or Harry to die either, but he left Harry, a crying baby who just witnessed his parents die, by himself after crying over Lily and Hagrid had to retrieve him instead. Throughout school however, Severus was determined to save Harry countless times, it was revealed this was because he hated being in debt to James when James saved him from going into the shrieking shack. He also, tended to catch himself being nice to Harry when he’d look in Harry’s eyes, they looked like Lily’s. Which to me, the fact that he has her eyes so memorized when she’d been dead for a decade and it had been longer since they spoke, it’s borderline obsession. She was the one who made him feel comfort and like he was important, and coming from an neglectful family, it was an addicting feeling. They didn’t have much in common and drifted apart, and though Lily moved on and found people who cared for her, Severus never did, no one truly cared for Severus except Lily in their childhood and he never let that go. In fact, his patronus, the embodiment of his happiness, was the same as Lily’s, a doe. “After all this time?” Dumbledore asked. “Always,”. In the end Snape died to save Harry one last time revealing his loyalty to the order of the phoenix rather than the death eaters. He risked his life countless times to help the cause and was labeled a the bravest man Harry ever knew (and I hate this a lot and it makes me angry, but maybe that’s for another day). I feel, despite his general views of muggles and muggleborns aligning with the death eaters, he likely sided with the order of the phoenix for Lily and because Voldemort killed her, nothing else about his character would say otherwise.

Basically, their core reasons for their actions were, for James, bravery, and Severus, bitterness. James’ idea of bravery seemed to change overtime, as a school kid he looked for danger and fought anyone who disagreed with him but as he got older, he shifted his idea of bravery into protecting people and fighting in the war. Meanwhile Severus’ bitterness started from childhood and continued to grow and consume him as an adult. James grew as a person and Severus stayed as he was his entire life. I personally think both are amazing and extremely interesting characters, I wouldn’t change a thing about them, however, if we are deciding who of the two is a ‘better’ person (not character, but person) then for me, that would be James Potter, no doubt about it. Based on how I perceived the characters, James cared deeply and genuinely wanted to help and save people, where as Severus was a creep, obsessed with Lily and bullied children, his bravest acts were motivated by bitterness and spite.

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Can’t Even Think Straight

(Check out the full, NSFW version of this story HERE!)

Those who think sexuality exists on a spectrum have clearly never met Rick Stevens. If they did, they’d probably put him as far right as humanly possible. “Straight” didn’t quite cut it: the only man Rick had ever loved was himself.

He was a gym-rat, of course. Rick knew the best place to pick up girls was at the gym, showing off his almost inhuman body. He’d been lifting since middle school — fifteen years ago — and in those fifteen years, Rick had fashioned a body for himself that was unparalleled at the local gym, and all the surrounding ones for that matter.

But Rick was a dick. The only bigger dick at the gym was the one he packed in his shorts. He was rude to the staff, never re-racked his weights, and worst of all, he hated Matt.

Matt was gay as all hell. He loved showing off his body at the gym too, but for completely different reasons. The two had something of a rivalry, but Matt’s attempts to pick up guys at the gym yielded far more successes than Rick’s attempts to pick up girls. It didn’t matter how hard or how big Rick got, Matt always got more ass... just not from girls.

Things turned bitter. Rick started being outwardly nasty to Matt at the gym, throwing homophobic insults any time he got the chance. Matt put up with it the best he could, but only because he knew Rick’s attacks wouldn’t last for long. Not after he was done with him...

It was Monday. The gym was practically empty, save for Matt and Rick. Matt had gotten there early on purpose, and intentionally chose Rick’s favorite chest press machine. He made sure to spend a good ten minutes in the sauna before hand, that way when Rick got to the gym, the first thing he’d see was Matt working out in his sacred spot. Sweaty. Shirtless.

As Matt anticipated, he was livid. Rick marched over and demanded Matt move to another machine.

Matt looked around at all the empty machines. Then back to Rick. “Use one of those bro,” he said, “we can work out together.”

Rick leaned in, hissing. “I am NOT working out with your faggot ass.”

Matt smiled. “Have it your way.” Matt got up, leaving the bench thick with his fresh sweat. Rick thought me might gag.

“You’re not going to wipe it off??” He thrust a single finger at the wet leather. Matt just shrugged.

“They’re out of paper towels. Sorry.” He gave Rick the smallest of smiles. It was a challenge, and Matt knew how much straight boys like Rick loved competition.

Sure enough, Rick thrust his chin up, puffed out his chest, and sat down.

The bench was way wetter than it looked. Rick immediately jumped up. His shorts were already soaking with Matt’s essence.

“Something wrong?” Matt asked.

“Your faggot face is the problem,” Rick retorted, and gathering himself, laid back down. He could feel the sweat soak through his clothes, drench his dry body. It took every inch of his strength not to throw up. So much of his strength, that it was difficult to do his reps.

Matt smiled. “Need someone to spot you—?”

“NO!” Rick snapped. He took a deep breath. “I’m fine.” He lied.

“Suit yourself,” Matt said. “I’m here to help.”

Like that will ever happen, Rick thought. But deep down, he knew something was wrong. It was never this hard to do chest flys. Not unless he was distracted, specifically distracted by a girl.

Only there were no girls around. Only Matt.

No. Bullshit. Focus on your chest. Focus on the reps.

And yet his eyes kept drifting to Matt. He fought hard to keep his gaze forward, but every couple of seconds he would catch a glimpse of his nipple through the side of his low-cut tank top, and his senses would flood with the smell of his sweat simmering all around him.

“Damn, is it hot in here?” Matt said. Rick didn’t respond. He was only on his second set when Matt began to remove his tank top.

“STOP!” Rick blurted.

Matt froze. “Something wrong?” he asked, as if he already knew the answer.

Rick was sweating hard. “D-don’t you… isn’t it… can’t you get in… trouble?… for…”

“What? Oh no, the staff are all on break. No one will notice.” He peeled the wet piece of clothing off his back, which flared and expanded out into the cool gym air. And, with a smile and a wink to Rick: “it will be our little secret.”

Rick felt a rush of blood to his dick, spurring on an erection so fierce and so hard, half of his energy was spent keeping it tucked between his legs (which was difficult, considering he was on a bench). How was this possible? Was he really feeling attracted to Matt? Or had he just never noticed how perfectly his body was sculpted, how nicely his tattoos wrapped around his arms, his chest…

He let go of the machine and leaned back. He couldn’t finish the set. Not without help.

“You okay?” Matt asked, again with that salty air of superiority.

“I… I…” Rick couldn’t seem to get the words out. No matter how desperately he wanted Matt closer to him, there was still a part of his mind that was disgusted by the thought of being anywhere near the man. Finally, he stuttered: “I… need help.”

“What was that? I didn’t hear you?”

“I. Need. Help.” This time with more venom. But Matt only smiled, and moved behind Rick to spot his arms.

It was like that moment before a first kiss, where you’re so nervous and so excited, nothing else matters but the person standing in front of you — or in Rick’s case — right behind him. If anything, it was even harder to concentrate now that Matt was spotting him.

Hard… hard… It made him think of Matt’s body. Towering and large over him, his shadow throwing his whole vision into darkness. The scent of a man just inches above him, that smell of musk that had wafted bellow him as he was lifting was now like a torrent in his nostrils, and caused him to go dizzy with envy. He imagined what he must look like from this angle, his head peaking out from behind his pecs, bulge dangling centimeters above his face.

This wasn’t like anything Rick had felt towards a girl—towards anyone. This was something else: an attraction so intense and so powerful, that working out was completely out of the equation.

Rick dropped the weights, and craned his neck back to get a better look. But Matt was already ahead of him.

“Hello down there,” Matt said, hand tight around his erect cock, “took you long enough to notice.”

Rick was speechless. He’d never seen a dick this big… and this up close. He could stick out his tongue and touch the tip if he wanted to.

“Go on: lick it.” It was as if Matt read his mind. Rick couldn’t find the right reply. “It doesn’t bite,” Matt continued, “I promise.”

The thought of sucking a dick should have been disgusting to Rick, but his body was telling him otherwise. It was as if his own chemistry was shifting, his gag reflex subsiding and his nerves tingling with hot anticipation. He wasn’t hesitant. He wanted to savor this moment, the image of Matt standing above him like a titan.

But Matt was getting impatient.

“C’mon,” he said, “suck daddy’s cock.”

He couldn’t resist. Rick stuck out his tongue and tasted of the salty sperm glazing the tip. All he needed was a little taste before he was completely enamored, his own personal heroine. Within three seconds, Matt was almost balls deep in Rick’s previously straight throat, face fucking him like a cheep whore.

“Fuuuuck meeee.” Matt had always wondered what a straight guy’s throat would feel like, but apparently his magic sweat had done a good job of tempering Rick’s gag reflex. And that’s not all it was doing. The changes were small, not noticeable to the naked eye, but to Matt they were abundantly clear:

Rick’s legs were spreading wider and wider, his butt shifting uncomfortably on the bench as his asshole began to itch with need. His toes were curling inside his shoes as raw, animal pleasure rocked his body, and Matt felt Rick’s muscles writhe underneath his hands as they finally got the chance to explore the mountains and canyons on his perfectly sculpted form.

The changes were almost complete. In just a minute, Rick would be a full on gay bottom. And not just any bottom, but a bottom specifically wired to crave Matt’s cock.

Rick couldn’t take it any longer. He expelled Matt’s slobbery meat from his mouth and gasped: “fuck me… please…”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Matt said, and flipped Rick over on the bench. Moving around to the other side, he yanked his gym shorts down, lifted the man’s gargantuan legs above his head and spat onto his puckering hole. Rick was moaning loudly, so much so that Matt was scared someone would walk in on them. But this wasn’t the first time he’d had sex with a guy at the gym, and he was sure anyone would be pleased to see Rick the Dick in such a compromising position.

It didn’t matter that Rick had never been fucked before; his transformation had given his ass extra elasticity, so Matt slipped inside as if it were butter. Rick, having never felt another man inside him, let out a scream of pleasure. Mixed with his trademark masculinity was a hint of feminine inflection. In other words, he sounded unmistakably gay as he called out for Matt to “pound his ass” and “destroy that pussy.”

Matt obliged.

If you were to meet Rick now, you might think differently about which side of the “spectrum” he falls on. Sure he’s still got the same phenomenal body, the same gorgeous blonde locks and handsome smile. But when he opens his mouth, there isn’t a trace of the douchy, homophobic straight bro from before.

Instead, Rick (or “Ricky” now) cannot seem to shut up about his boyfriend Matt. The two are inseparable, always working out at the gym… among other things. Needless to say, if you happen to be alone in the sauna with them at one point, you’re in for one hell of a show. Ricky gives new meaning to the word “power bottom.” His body and stamina allow him to fuck for hours and hours. Sometimes it’s even hard for Matt to keep up.

But best of all, there isn’t a mean bone in Ricky’s body. He’s always nice to everyone at the gym, always willing to give up his equipment for someone that needs it. People still call him “dick,” but for other, more physiological reasons.

And as for Matt, well, what more could he ask for? He had the hottest guy in the gym under his little finger. Maybe it will make you think twice about pissing off a stranger. Who knows? You could end up like Rick the Dick, gay as hell and horny 24/7.

Then again, that doesn’t sound too bad… does it?

[grandmascottlang]

I Go La, La, La (Peter Parker X Reader)

Hi guys! I just had a random idea to write, so I hope it doesn’t suck! This is going to be a one-shot, as well as a song-fic. The song is La La Latch by Pentatonix (this song is a mashup of Latch by Disclosure and La La La by Naughty Boy ft. Sam Smith). I recommend it; it’s one of my favorite Pentatonix songs! On with the story!

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Summary: You and Peter are dating and are the cutest couple in school. One day, Peter stops having time to spend with you due to the Stark Internship. You start having second thoughts.

Warnings: Fluff and then angst, also penis jokes

Words: 1.9k+

-three months-

When [Name] started dating Peter Parker, she couldn’t have been happier. Being with the science and math geek as well as the designated Star Wars nerd of the school was great when she needed help with her homework (and although she would never admit it, this was a plus!) and great when she just wanted to sit around in her pajamas watching the popular movie franchise as a date.

Peter was such a nice guy: he would always leave cute, little notes in [Name]’s locker, as well as every Wednesday, give his girlfriend a red rose. Needless to say, the two were the power couple of the school.

Today, one of Peter’s notes fell out of [Name]’s locker and she smiled as she saw her name scrawled in his handwriting.

           Hey [Name],

I just wanted to say how cute you always look. I can’t wait to hang out today. Meet me at the library at 2:46 (I was going to say 2:45, but I remembered I need to give you time to walk from class to the library :D)

           Pete xoxo

“I swear, he is the nicest guy on the planet,” [Name] whispered to herself, smiling, as she grabbed a few of her textbooks then closed her locker. When she closed the door, her boyfriend was leaning on the lockers close to hers, obviously trying to look cool (and failing, because he’s a dork). He jumped when she closed the door, not expecting her to close the door so soon.

Peter quickly composed himself, combing his fingers through his hair. [Name] giggled at his goofiness.

“I hope that you’re talking about me,” Peter smugly suggested, smirking at his girlfriend.

“Who else would I be talking about? You and Ned are the only guys that I really hang out with,” [Name] reached to intertwine her fingers with him, then giving his hand a quick squeeze.

“That’s a relief!” Peter joked, knowing that he had the most faithful girl in the world by his side. 

You lift my heart up when the rest of me is down You, you enchant me even when you're not around If there are boundaries, I will try to knock them down I'm latching on, babe, now I know what I have found

-six months-

Unbeknownst to [Name], Peter had officially become Spider-Man, as well as an unofficial Avenger. He was one of the smartest kids in school by day and a superhero by night.

After Peter began the “Stark Internship,” [Name] was never able to spend time with him outside of school. Of course, she wanted to support her boyfriend, but it was hard, given that she saw him maybe for thirty minutes at school when they ate lunch together. 

One day at lunch, [Name] wanted to talk to Peter and ask him about what exactly he was doing for his internship twenty-four seven.

 “Hey, Pete?” she asked, turning her head to look at the brunette who was taking a bite of his sandwich.

 “Hmm?” he hummed, chewing the food in his mouth as he turned to look at her.

 “What do you do with Mr. Stark? Do you get to help him build his suits?” she tried to look interested in the topic; she was only asking so that she could know if he was only doing the internship and nothing else (more specifically, no one else).

 Peter choked on his sandwich for a second and took a sip of his water to calm himself. He took a deep breath and thought about what he was going to say for a moment.

“Uh, I just help him with… filing? Yeah, I do that most of the times. I don’t even really see him that often,” he half-lied. His stomach dropped from having to tell [Name] a fake story about what he did after school. He almost wanted to come clean to her, but he didn’t want to put her in danger.

 “Oh, okay,” she looked away from him, the smile on her face dropping.

Peter sighed, taking in the reality that she didn’t believe him. Man, he really needed to get better at telling his cover story.

I can't find your silver lining I don't mean to judge But when you read your speech, it's tiring Enough is enough

-one year-

Peter was trying to tell Flash about the “Stark Internship” so that he could at least look kind of cool to him.

“Hear that, guys? Penis Parker has an ‘internship’ with the Tony Stark!” Flash teased, saying it loud enough that the entire school could hear him.

All the popular kids laughed at Peter, pointing their fingers at him as well as calling him Flash’s designated nickname, Penis Parker. Even some of the people that Peter was friends with were laughing alongside them. The only people who were not laughing at him were Ned, [Name], and Michelle, or MJ as her friends called her (that is if she had any friends).

[Name] ran up to Peter giving him a brief hug and then turning around to give Flash the bird. “Why don’t you pick on someone your own size? Oh right, because you’re the smallest there is!” [Name] insulted Flash. All heads watching the whole scene unfold turned their heads to her in confusion, Little [Name] being so vulgar? Unheard of. They proceeded to start laughing a Flash then.

“I swear Parker, the only reason that [Name] isn’t with a jock like me is because she can copy the geek’s homework.” He stormed off, clearly pissed off that he had just been played at his own game.

The crowd started to dissipate, leaving only Peter and [Name] in the courtyard.

“Is what he said true? Are you only with me to copy homework?” Peter questioned her, tears beginning to form in his eyes.

“You and I both know that that’s not the reason we’re together. We’re together because I love you.”

“You… Love me?” Peter looked her directly in her beautiful [E/C] eyes, his own brown eyes sparkling with hope.

“Of course. I really do love you, Pete.”

“I love you too, [Name].”

Yes, I've got you in my space I won't let go of you Got you shackled in my embrace I'm latching on to you (never let go, I won't let go)

-one year, three months- 

Peter had been Spider-Man for almost a year, what an awesome year!

A sixteen-year-old boy got to meet the richest man on Earth, some of the Avengers, and save the world from Vulture! Peter was on cloud nine!

For [Name], things could not be going worse. Her grades were beginning to slip, due to her “study-buddy” being an intern at Stark Industries. She was sad on most days, not having many friends after the whole scene with Flash a few months ago, and she couldn’t be with Peter. Pretty much, all she missed was Peter.

For months, [Name] had thought that he was cheating on her and simply didn’t want to tell her. She began to think that she wasn’t pretty enough or nice enough for Peter and started dressing more like to popular girls at school and slowing acting like them. But when she was alone, all she wanted to do was cry.

She wanted to talk to Peter, but every time she went up to him to ask if he wanted to talk he would say he was busy. He even started going off campus for lunch, leaving her to eat all alone. At their old table.

“Hey, Pete!” [Name] exclaimed seeing her boyfriend in the hallway on his way to class.

“Hey, [Name]. Do you need something?”

“No, I just came to ask if you wanted to hang out after school today?”

“Sorry, [Name]. I’ve got the Stark Internship today. Maybe another time?” Peter always said, unenthusiastically.

“Can’t you just skip for one day?”

“No, I can’t. Mr. Stark needs me.” He rushed away from her, leaving her all alone.

[Name] didn’t know what she wanted to do. All she wanted to do was talk to him. And she couldn’t. Maybe she should give up trying. 

I'm so encaptured, got me wrapped up in your touch Feel so enamored, hold me tight within your clutch How do you do it? You got me losing every breath What did you give me to make my heart bleed out my chest?

 -one year, six months-

[Name] was sick and tired of her boyfriend blowing her off. Slowly the notes in her locker stopped coming, along with Rose Wednesdays. She was only left with one option. 

“Hey, [Name]!” Peter came up to her, the first time in a few months. “I have something to tell you.” 

“Hey, Pete. We need to talk.” [Name] had a completely emotionless face on, done with Peter and his baggage. 

He saw the expression on her face and immediately his smile dropped. “What’s wrong?” 

“Us. Us is what’s wrong.”

He took hold of her hands, rubbing his thumbs over the back of them. “There’s nothing wrong with us. [Name], you and I both know that we’re the power couple of the school!” 

“I don’t know how you can say something like that when every time I just ask you to hang out, not even go on a date, you blow me off! You’ve been pushing me away for almost six months, Pete! All you do is the ‘Stark Internship!’ How do you think I feel?” [Name] pulled her hands away from his harshly as she crossed her arms. 

“But I was going to explain why I’ve been doing at the internship,” he started, right before [Name] cut him off.

“No, you don’t get to explain what you’ve been doing. You had the chance to do that for months. I don’t know why you didn’t, but now, you’ve pushed me away. We’re through. Go tell whatever… bimbo that you love her because you’ll never hear those words come out of my mouth again.” 

[Name] began to walk away when Peter grabbed onto her wrist. “I wasn’t with anyone else. I’m only with you. I’ll never be with anyone else, only you. I’m sorry, I won’t let this happen again. I promise.” 

“You’re right that it won’t happen again. I’m done with you and your crap, Peter. Get lost.” [Name] pulled her wrist away from his hand and began to walk away from him. She didn’t shed a tear nor did she turn and look back at him.

“[Name]! I still love you!” Peter was down on his knees, tears falling fast onto the skinny jeans that [Name] used to enjoy seeing on him. What he didn’t know is that he was a stranger to her now. “Please come back! I love only you!”

But what Peter didn’t notice is that she covered her ears with her hands and began to sing “la, la, la.”

Covering my ears like a kid When your words mean nothing I go la la la I'm turning up the volume when you speak If my heart can't stop it, I find a way to block it, I go La la, la la la la la la la la la la, La la la la, la la la la la la la la la la La la, la la la la la la la la la la, La la la la, la la la la la la la la la la

[barbecuedphoenix]

Hello! I want to know what are your headcanonds for the perfect girl for the boys + leiftan

This is such a temptingrequest… but I have this uncanny feeling that if I answer this, I’ll startanother witch-hunt on Eldarya’s Tumblr community. >_>

…What the hell. I’ll do itanyway. Witches are the ones who have all the fun. ;)

For impartiality’s sake, I wrote an analysis instead of a headcanon. (Sorry, Anon.) But this particular analysis is based off the in-game dialogue options (up to Episode 11) that score the most approval points with each fellow, as well as the inverse of the dialogue options that earn the most disapproval from them, and other observations from scenes where they’re clearly demonstrating anger/disgust/pleasure/etc. without the MC making specific dialogue choices. All of this data information is then compiled into a rough, composite image of their ideal partner’s personality.   

Still, if there’s anything in this analysis that you want to add to, correct, or pick a bone at, go right ahead. I’m only up to Episode 11 after all, and primarily on Nevra’sroute; my perspective of what makes these men hot for someone is by no means complete. ^_^

Edit: Made a few changes to Leiftan’s entry after Episode 17′s shenanigans, but the body of evidence used still ranges from Episodes 4 to 11. 

Ezarel

His Ideal Partner:‘The Idealistic Nerd’, who is…

1. An Openhearted Optimist…

Ezarel is easily boredby decorum, so what’ll pique his interest is someone who’s sincere andeven rather open with their emotions… and casual enough to grouse back (infront of company) whenever he taunts them. (Ep.5, 11) If they start off a little shy at the beginning, then he knows that he’seffective they’ve learned to drop their facade around him, which heapproves of. (Ep. 8)  

Though he’s a committedcynic, Ezarel appreciates a partner who’s naturally optimistic about people andnot just because they’re easy targets. A person who believes in others’potential, who refrains from evaluating on first impressions, and is willing togive even clueless or abrasive characters credit for trying, can inspire him tosoften his own opinions. (Ep. 8, 9) Notto mention it’s gratifying for him to know that they believe he has a heart deep down. (Ep. 5, 9)

Because he avoidssentiment like the plague, Ezarel also benefits from a partner who’s much moredirect with their affections, and isn’t easily discouraged by his off-the-cuff ‘rejections’.(Ep. 8, 9, 10) To coax out his ownheart, they shouldn’t be afraid to bare theirs repeatedly.    

2. Who Practices Humility and Respect towards Others…

This prickly elf willonly tolerate someone who’s (very) considerate: who’s civil, respects workplaceconduct, controls their temper at work,and is constantly mindful about what might inconvenience others. (Ep. 4, 5) And will never finish all the rationed honey. (Ep. 9) If they automatically respect his space when he’s working, then he’sinclined to keep them around. (Ep. 5)  

A decisivelack of ego is what generally wins his respect and assures him that this new face is (perhaps)worthwhile company. Someone who isn’t presumptuous about their status,knowledge or skills, but instead studies from and respects the existing systemwon’t find it hard to get along with Ezarel. (Ep. 5, 8, 9) If they’re also aware of their bad habits andphysical quirks, and can freely admit them, then he’ll find it difficult not to get to know them. In his own way.(Ep. 8, 9)

3. And Keeps a Durable Sense of Humor…

Let’s be honest: Ezarelis still a child at heart who gets along best with someone who’s a sitting duckfor his jokes. A partner who has a very literal– even innocent– cast of mindwill rapidly become his new favorite target. (Perhaps) in an affectionatesense. (Ep. 6, 8, 9, 10)

And once the ball isdropped, he prefers a victim who’s easygoing enough to not take his jokes/pranks/critique personally. If their defaultreaction to embarrassment or strange setbacks is reflection instead of anger, then he’s bound to form a good opinionof them. (Ep. 4, 7, 10) Not thatthat will stop his assault.

4. Who is Reliable…

Despite his incessantjokes, Ezarel keeps high ethical standards for the people closest to him (usually).So his partner needs to prove themselves more scrupulous than average: thoroughwith their work, self-sufficient, naturally cautious, and (very) responsible inowning up their mistakes whenever they err. (Ep.4, 5, 7, 8) Diligence, care, and honesty are qualities that he respects orat least can’t quite shred with his jokes. (Ep. 3, 7, 8, 9) And above all, they need to be consistent withupholding their own ethical standards, for themselves and others; hypocrisy issomething Ezarel finds difficult to swallow. (Ep. 7, 8)

His partner also needsto be obedient able to trust his leadership and defer to his skills whenthe situation calls for it. If they notice and respect him for being meticulouswith his work, then he knows they won’t question his words when he’s deadly-serious.(Ep. 5)

5. And a Believer in Logic and the Sciences…  

Though he enjoysmessing with gullible unsuspicious minds, Ezarel can’t actually abide peopleincapable of reasoning out an answer. So his partner needs to have no passingfamiliarity with logic: able to observe patterns, notice discrepancies, and makerational deductions based on available data. (Ep. 5, 9) For critical tasks, he especially values a partner who seesthe import of collecting and synthesizing information, and can separate primaryfrom secondary objectives. (Ep. 9)

A fellow nerd is alsoan ideal conversational partner in Ezarel’s world: someone who doesn’t veeroff-track in a discussion, and prefers to spend time on substantial topics (likethe sciences, medicine, esoterica, why people don’t get along with people,etc.) (Ep. 7, 8, 9) Though theycan, of course, waste time trading sarcasm. And if they can jibe at resident airheadstogether, then he knows he has found a friend in them. (Ep. 9, 11)

6. Who Takes a Dignified Stand when Threatened…

This aristocrat can’ttolerate a partner who snaps back at him or outwits him. (Ep. 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, 11) So if anything, theymust be a diplomat at heart: who believes in maintaining harmony in thelong-run, dissolves grudges, and remains calm but firm in reminding him to drophis jokes. (Ep. 5) Whenever Ezarel stepstoo far (which he is aware of, dimly,in the back of his mind), or someone else does, he respects a partner who willstand their ground and calmly point out a fallacy in the way he/X-party treatsothers. (Ep. 4, 5) And let him salvagehis pride before he walks off. (Ep. 4, 9) Their ability to wield reason as a form of defiance can complement his own approachin answering threats with logic (minus the barbed insults).

7. But Loosens Up for Loved Ones…

If he can’t clownaround with his partner, then they might as well not date at all. PoorEwelein. Ezarel enjoys the company of someone who enjoys receiving– anddispensing– screwball sarcasm in the name of innocent fun, and flirtation. (Ep. 5, 8, 9, 11) That’s his secondlanguage, after all.

Once they become morefamiliar with him, he can’t say no to an impish partner who pokes fun at hisfoibles that he’s aware of (i.e. his pride, incessant smart mouth,pretentiousness, etc.). This, to him, is permission to return the favor and sparka friendly war of words, which he loves. (Ep.9, 10, 11)

All fun and jokesaside, perhaps the main prerequisite for Ezarel’s partner is the ability to respect his personal space and decisions withoutquestion. Allowing himself to be physically and emotionally vulnerable isstill a (high) hurdle for him, so patience and a good sense of humor arenecessities. (Ep. 5, 9)

8. …While Enjoying a Natural Touch.

Ezarel has a botanical nerd’sdeep appreciation for the outdoors, and an aristocrat’s belief that he has excellent taste. Thus his partneralso needs to see the beauty of old growth, wild terrain, and rambling Zen-stylegardens… and isn’t afraid of a profusion of pink. (Ep. 5, 6) And if they can avoid disturbing the peace with theirvoice, instead keeping a gentle, dulcet manner of speaking… he might even letthem talk all day instead of him. (Ep.8)   

Nevra

His Ideal Partner: “TheSensible Secretary”, who is…

1. An Introvert…

Nevra appears to bedrawn to someone more reserved than he is: who doesn’t mind if he takes theinitiative, and whom he needs to win over, court, tease, and cajole. (Ep. 3, 4, 5, 11)

Though he admires anindependent-minded partner, someone who’s still a touch inexperienced orcautious in navigating the world always brings out his tender side. Especiallyif they must take a moment to swallow their pride and (shyly) approach him forhelp; that’s his chance to swoop in as their hero (or their sugar daddy).(Ep. 3, 4, 11) 

2. With an Analytical, even Skeptical Mindset…

He’s definitely notenamored with naivete. Nevra values someone who’s perceptive: who knows how tosift carefully through available information, second-guesses initialassumptions, identifies (really) half-baked plans or attempts at short-changing them,and proceeds carefully if there’s a sore lack of facts. (Ep. 3, 4, 5, 8, 9, 11) They also need to be able to respect andpreserve the truth, instead of adding to the mire of misinformation; then he’llstart seeing them as one of the few, reliable people he can speak to. (Ep. 7) And if they’re well-read, or at least enjoy collecting facts, then they’ll be one of the still-fewer people he truly enjoys talking to. (Ep. 4, 9)

That said, this rakerespects people who don’t allow themselves to be easy targets for his charms.If they don’t automatically swallow his slick one-liners, but (politely)question or poke holes in them instead, it spurs him to try even harder to winthem over. A smart lover is infinitely more interesting. (Ep. 3, 4, 8, 9)

Still, he won’t say noto a few slip-ups that he can capitalize on with his jokes. It’s more fun ifnobody’s perfect. (Ep. 8, 10) Andhe needs to be told he’s a bad boy… whom they love anyway.

3. Who is Assertive, but Civil…

Given how much he likesto maneuver people, Nevra responds well to someone who’s confident in speakingtheir mind. But as a bred gentleman who values good manners, he responds evenbetter to a person who can defend their interests in a civil, classy way (i.e.doesn’t retaliate with insult) and habitually pays respect to the partiesthey’re negotiating with. (Ep. 3, 5, 6,8, 11) A little sarcasm though is always nice in his book. (Ep. 3, 5, 8)

If they refrain frompegging him as a lecher, liar, or a man with a football-stadium ego (whichis actually true), then he’s compelled to give them a similar second chance(and more) to earn his affections. (Ep. 3,5, 6, 8, 10, 11) Because believe it or not, that flirtatious front is intendedto win people’s affection, not repelthem.

4. And Naturally Driven…

An ambitious man bynature, Nevra automatically identifies with someone who shares a strong workethic: who believes in applying themselves, finishing a job well, and seeking their own opportunities. (As long as they’re not grasping for his position.) (Ep. 5, 9) He generally thinks well of people who refuse to sitidle, and especially well if they’reunafraid to put themselves on the line for goals that matter to them (likewinning his heart). (Ep. 5)

Pure ambition thoughonly goes so far in charming him. He respects a committed team player more thana lone wolf: someone who thinks about the best ways to contribute to a groupeffort, and is mature enough to look beyond themselves and their own interestswhen faced with setbacks. (Ep. 5, 9, 11)That, to him, is the mark of a truly respectable person.  

Though he has areputation as a generous man who spoils loved ones rotten, Nevraultimately prefers someone who isn’t clingy and tries to rely on themselvesfirst instead of his resources. Which makes his surprise gifts that muchmore poignant. (Ep. 4)

5. But Trustworthy as a Person…  

Honesty goes a verylong way with this spymaster (who deals with backbiting snakes on a dailybasis, or people who’re detrimentally concerned with their image). (Ep. 3, 6, 9) So someone who’s moreprincipled than vain–who can accept responsibility, values keeping their word(or at least doesn’t rescind it easily), and comes clean about personaldifficulties or the limits of their skills in trying times– is a rarity in hiseyes. (Ep. 3, 5, 7, 9, 11) Agenuinely down-to-earth person is a refreshing change in his world. 

6. And a Calming Influence…

Being the unlikelychaperone of his motley social circles, Nevra doesn’t have much taste for (other)drama kings/queens. So he appreciates somebody calm: who also believes in maintaininggroup harmony, is unlikely to panic when dropped in hot water (especially on amission), and can promote an easy, informal atmosphere with others (even if itmeans putting a smile on their face after a social blunder). (Ep. 8, 9, 11) And given his ownmischievous streak, they better know how to accept jokes with aplomb. (Ep. 8, 10)

When it’s his turn toplay the drama king, this proud vampire benefits from a partner who’s bothpatient and practical (and doesn’t bombard him with repeat lectures). (Ep. 8, 9) They need to be able toweather his errors and his bursts of anger tactfully, and willing to open thepath to reconciliation right after an argument (he’s especially happy if theygive him a chance to make matters up to them). (Ep. 6, 9) A person who stays calm for the benefit of others andsmooths over conflicts quickly inspires him to recover his composure and followsuit. Because even if he catalyzed an argument, he’s never happy if others are unhappy with him.

7. Who’s Playful but Loyal in Demonstrating their Love…

He’s a blatantlysensual man, so he enjoys someone who physically isn’t shy around him. And isgenerous with hugs. (Ep. 8, 9, 10)But they need to know how to keep the game interesting: he can’t say no to acoquet who baits him with sweetness and offers of affection, then dodges beforehe can return the favor. (Ep. 8, 11)

They also need to begood sports at being teased themselves, willing (or transparent enough) to showhim when they’re feeling possessive or horny affectionate. Otherwise,they won’t last one week with him. (Ep.8, 10, 11)

But all fun and gamesaside, Nevra benefits most from a partner who enjoys his company beyondthe sex (Ep. 9), and invites him to relaxat the end of the day, instead of pushing him to continue exceeding others’standards. (Ep. 11) The idea ofthem loving him no matter what willmake his head reel with romantic couplets.

8. …Without Ever Losing their Sharp Sense of Style.

Nevra is a vain,materialistic man who’s enamored with the ‘finer things’ in life. So heappreciates a partner who’s a bit of a sophisticate themselves: familiar withluxury, fine foods, the benefits of a stiff drink after a mission, theprinciples of dressing well… and the chicness of dark colors. (Ep. 6, 8, 9) Being kinky, or at leastopen to experimentation in the bedroom, is an added bonus. (Ep. 11)

Valkyon

Ideal Partner: ‘TheSavvy Team Captain’, who is 

1. An Extrovert with a Curious Streak…  

Valkyon is the furthestthing from a social butterfly, so he benefits from a naturally-expressivepartner who never lacks for cheer or energy.(Ep. 5, 8) He always appreciates a person who can generate a convivialatmosphere, and isn’t afraid to take the plunge in leading conversations. (Ep. 10)

Though he’s morepractical than curious, Valkyon will never say no to someone naturallyinquisitive: who wants to learn about the world around them, the plight ofpeople abroad… and characters who don’t automatically open up to them. (Ep. 4, 5, 8) How else will he starttalking to them? In his book, a curious person is a person who isn’t afraidto care. 

2. Who’s Never Shy in Standing Up for Themselves…

As a veteran soldier,Valkyon prizes assertiveness in his partner: someone who doesn’t necessarilyseek conflict, but knows exactly how and when to stand up for themselves,refusing to abide rudeness or mistreatment for long. (Ep. 8) A person who’s straightforward in expressing what’s ontheir mind, and isn’t easily intimidated by forceful characters (or bluntand poker-faced ones), quickly earns his respect. (Ep. 5, 8) And if they take a droll view of people with egos, servingback a little snark, then he knows they’re someone who’ll understand his jokes.(Ep. 10)

They need to be morethan mere talk though. Valkyon also appreciates a partner who’s able andwilling to defend themselves when physically-threatened, and won’t lose theirresolve even in risky circumstances. (Ep.3) Few things are sexier than another warrior.

3. And Keeps a Powerful Sense of Duty…

This man is aborderline workaholic who runs his life by-the-book. So what he naturally looksfor is a partner who shares his belief system: somebody responsible whopromptly finishes tasks entrusted to them, and holds themselves fully-accountablefor their mistakes, especially if the welfare of others rests in their hands. (Ep. 5, 6, 9) A disciplined person whounderstands protocol, doesn’t react petulantly to orders they disagree with,and can put aside personal impulses or schemes for the good of the unit,will also find no obstacles in getting along with him. (Ep. 5, 8, 9, 10). Trust is valuable currency, and Valkyon prefersa partner who doesn’t spend it lightly. (Ep.3)  

His ethical standards thoughgo beyond mere unit discipline (fortunately). Valkyon takes a liking tosomeone who’s also a protector in spirit: who genuinely enjoys contributing tothe community, lends their aid without repayment, and won’t shrink from firewhen protecting the defenseless. (Ep. 7,8, 9) He can’t help but salute someone with a (fierce) conscience. 

4. Without an Accompanying Ego…

As a man who’s sparingwith his praise, Valkyon gets along best with someone who isn’t needy, but insteadworks to gain approval. (Ep. 9) And whokeeps a realistic perspective on themselves, unafraid to acknowledge theirflaws and personal limits when needed; humility and self-awareness are marks ofcharacter in his eyes. Only then is he inclined to praise them. (Ep. 5, 8)

Because of his earlylessons in self-reliance, Valkyon automatically respects someone similarlyindependent in accomplishing tasks, and who dislikes accruing personal debtwith others. (Ep. 3, 4, 5) Also, theybetter be unafraid of getting their hands dirty when trusted with important (butunpleasant) work; he has no patience for people who distance themselves fromthe frontlines or refuse to pull their own weight. (Ep. 9)

5. Who’s a Natural Tactician and Pragmatist…

As a committedlogician, Valkyon approves of someone who knows how to strategize: who canidentify the most practical course of action, work around logistical concerns, andkeep a higher perspective on where time and effort are best invested. (Ep. 5) Somebody who at least tries to thinktheir decisions through is, in his words, welcome company. (Ep. 9) And if they can extract useful details from even scantinformation, then he’s just impressed. (Ep.4)

Still, even he knowsplans have their limits. So he appreciates someone practical enough to withholdexpectations before entering the field, and who can revise opinions under unforeseendevelopments. (Ep. 9) Mentaladaptability, to him, is what matters in the long run. 

6. But Respectful and Observant of Others’ Feelings…

Valkyon subducts hisown feelings like a tectonic plate isn’t emotionally-savvy, so his idealpartner needs to be someone sensitive to the emotional temperature in the room…and knows when to back off if a party is silently simmering. (Ep. 5, 11) Since he doesn’t appreciate pushiness, it’s imperativethat his partner knows how to respect others’ privacy, decisions, and silence. (Ep. 4, 8)

It’s been hardwiredinto his system to remain stoic under duress, so a partner who’s respectful andaccepting of others’ fears– and physical vulnerabilities– would be a hugesource of support. (Ep. 5, 6) And ifthey’re openminded enough to avoid drawing early conclusions on others’strength, then he might even open up to them. (Ep. 5, 6)  

If his partner is caught in a disagreement or under duress, whatValkyon respects is the ability to negotiate in a civil manner: heeding andrespecting what other parties have to say, before submitting a logicalargument. Though he can’t say no to a little emotional wheedling if they’reclose. (Ep. 9) Someone whodoesn’t react with anger when baited, but instead stands their ground andultimately rises above provocations (with a sarcastic roll of the eyes)is sure to earn his approval. (Ep. 10)  

7. And Patient when Caring for Him…

This man is stilllearning how to ease out of his ‘I Am an Instrument’ mentality. So heappreciates someone patient but persistent in learning about him, (Ep. 8, 11) and even a littleprotective; (Ep. 9, 11) who showsthat they care for him as a person.

Also, they need to beforgiving of his lack of expressiveness and social obtuseness. (Ep. 9, 10) In fact, a partner whodoesn’t mind sitting together quietly, without badgering him into aconversation, is sure to stoke his affections. (Ep. 9)  

Valkyon doesn’t ask formuch from his partner once they get familiar, but he’s unwavering on what hewants. To start, they shouldn’t be afraid to speak to him honestly, or trusthim with their feelings. (Ep. 5, 8) Andthey should never neglect to tell him if they’re venturing out alone(especially to hostile or uncharted territory); he’s a worrier who fiercelyguards the few loved ones he has left. (Ep.9) Because though he’s tight-lipped about it, Valkyon ultimately needsassurance that his partner won’t ever leave him.

8.    …While Asking for Nothing More than Quality.

Valkyon is adown-to-earth man with no intention to entertain divos/divas. So he’smost comfortable with someone who also shares minimalist aesthetic tastes, andappreciates the subtler luxuries: like quality craftsmanship, lastingmaterials, utility, wholesome flavors, and plenty of open space and light. (Ep. 6, 8) And if they’re unafraid to gooutside with whatever they happen to be wearing at the moment, that’s one lessheadache for him. (Ep. 5)   

Leiftan

His Ideal Partner: ‘The Warm-Hearted Counselor’, who is…  

1. AGentle, Compassionate Soul…

Leiftan spends enough time dealing with cynical, high-strungand/or sadistic colleagues when he’s not off on unpleasant missions of his own. So someone naturally kind, who sees no problem withdemonstrating concern for others, and can be emotionally-affected by whathappens to innocents on the field, will be a ray of sunshine in his life. (Ep.9) Their willingness to see the positives in others– and actpositively despite everything– will remind him that there’s still plenty ofgood left in the world. (Ep. 10) No need to let that bleaknessin his heart take over then.

At heart, Leiftan is aproud man who won’t hesitate to defend what he holds dear (or what he haschosen to associate himself with) from censure. So he deeply-appreciates apartner who isn’t critical by nature, but instead makes an effort to understandothers’ positions first… and if necessary, is willing to give credit fortrying. (Ep. 8, 9, 11)

2. Who’sa Natural Diplomat…

He of all people knows the importance of compromise and keepingcool in a crisis; drama rarely has its uses for negotiations. So he’ll begrateful to find a soul who favors a peaceable, constructive, and above all mature approach to problems, and iswilling to make the first gesture for a diplomatic solution even if they’re notthe ones at fault. (Ep. 8, 9) He’s especially happy if they canfinish with a kind touch: not beating on others for their mistakes, butassuring other parties that matters will be all right… once they reach asolution. (Ep. 9, 11) This gentleman (for the most part)believes in finishing negotiations cleanly, and so should his partner.  

Leiftan also finds it hard to resist someone with a healthysense of humor, who knows how to crack (goofy) jokes to diffuse tensions. (Ep.10) That’snot his strong suit, after all. Laughterreally is the best medicine, and he doesn’t get enough of it.   

3. AndDiscreet in Managing their Feelings…  

Despite how freely he volunteers his help, counsel, and motherly affections for those who’ve caught his eye, Leiftanapproves most of characters who take the mature stance with their emotions: whodon’t automatically complain or burden him with their woes, but are open enoughto admit that something is wrong, and actively look for waysto solve their own dilemmas. (Ep. 5, 10) Then he starts hitting them with hisadvice. He respects those who loathecausing a fuss, but are still graceful in accepting help if it means reaching asolution. (Ep. 10)

And given how scant his free time is, he definitely prefers aconsiderate partner who dislikes imposing on his schedule. (Ep. 5) Or prying into confidentialdiscussions. (Ep. 4)

That’s not to say hedoesn’t approve of assertiveness. In fact, Leiftan appreciates someone who’ssimple and straightforward in stating the facts when they’re (severely) tested.To him, that shows an admirable level of trust and dignity (regardless of whatthey actually say). (Ep. 9)

4. Who’sMethodical with Tasks…  

He’s a man who believes in checks, system, and protocol; evenwhen he’s prepared to unleash a little chaos, his actions have to follow alogical procedure. So if his partner displays a similar level of cautionand method on entering new situations, he’ll be much less inclined to worry forthem. Orlecture them. (Ep. 5)

On the whole, he approves of an organized partner who likeshaving a system to answer to and doesn’t shy away from paperwork. The Guardcan often be a mess, so it’s reassuring for Leiftan to know there’sone person he can rely on to do things properly. (Ep. 8)

5. BecauseThey’re Passionate about their Work…

Few things bring a smile out of him more than seeing real passionat play: someone who enthusiastically believes in their work and the goodthey’re doing. (Ep. 7) And a partner who also reflects deeplyabout their objective and the progress of the mission– beyond the surfacedetails– won’t find it hard to earn his admiration. (Ep. 9)Knowing idealism touches him because he has sacrificed his own sappiness long ago, and missesit.

6. Who’sGenerous with their Affections…

He’s a secretive man with a morbid past, murkier goals, and thusvery few outlets left for his tenderfeelings. Which means that when he doesfind a vent for his affections, his sentimentality is fit to rival Nevra’s.Thus, Leiftan appreciates a partner with a healthy sense of romance, whowelcomes his classically-chivalrous gestures along with the more suggestiveones and encourages his capacity for tenderness. (Ep. 10, 11) Andwho isn’t against crying leaning on his shoulder once he offers it to them. (Ep.8, 12)  

But as much as heenjoys dispensing affection for his few loved ones and being needed by them, Leiftanprobably benefits more from someone who looks after him: who’llencourage him to sit down, share his stories, actually eat, andenjoy people’s company. (Ep. 10, 11) Because he’s accustomedto operating alone and sublimating his own problems, someone who demonstratesconcern for his welfare, and wants to connect with him, willleave a powerful impression. (Ep. 9, 10, 11)   

7. …WhileNever Forgetting the Simple Joys in Life.

For Leiftan, moments of true peace tend to be few and farbetween; he rarely has the time (or will) to let himself go. So somebody just alittle whimsical, who knows to appreciate the simple pleasures in life (likelying down on the forest floor) and won’t hesitate to take them, can inspirehim to do the same. (Ep. 10) And start the long road to recovery.

Barbed-Phoenix: *keels over* 

Barbed-Phoenix: *gets back up* When it comes to unlocking the secrets of maximum approval… there is no sacrifice too great. 

Either way, I hope this analysis satisfies, dear Anon. Though it’s still far from a concrete path to maxing out your Love-o-meters. 

Because according to one anthropologist… the only ideal partner there is, is someone willing to work at a relationship. ;) 

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