#exact intonation and everything

[ooooo-mcyt]

Massive headcanon projection territory moreso than normal analysis, but a lot of Scott's general patterns of behavior when interacting with other people and navigating teams read heavily as scripting to me, actually.

[toribellsa]

Pretend to be in love I

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part 1

Lando Norris was not one to pretend, especially when it came to his personal life. He was a charismatic, confident alpha and undoubtedly popular with fans and fellow racers alike. But in recent times, management decided that Lando's reputation had begun to suffer because of his partying lifestyle. That's when an idea came up among the PR team that Lando really didn't like. An idea that involved pairing him with his teammate and omega, Oscar Piastri, to soften the sharp edges and boost his own public image.

Oscar was a quiet and calm omega, with dark hair that was somewhat unkempt for Lando's taste, and soft brown eyes whose gaze was too intense. It was hard for Lando to perceive him as anything other than the kid the team had put in the neighboring car: not quite gone teenage softness, chubby cheeks, and an awkward smile for the cameras. The exact opposite of the type Lando favored.

So, he felt that he had every right to grumble and sulk when McLaren's social media started to release little by little information that would draw attention to them not only as a pair of pilots, but also as a pair of simply 'in love' alpha and omega. He honestly thought that the whole thing would be a ridiculous and awkward performance that would impress no one, and embarrass both him and Oscar. Although he had to admit that the fact that Oscar himself, for whatever reason, didn't outright protest but just nodded silently when Zack explained exactly what the team wanted him to do was infuriating.

The first few weeks were difficult and passed in an atmosphere of irritation. Lando acted like a little asshole, making sarcastic comments about Oscar's appearance and getting annoyed when their team insisted on taking some “random” pictures together. The best parts of the day for Norris were those moments when he could escape the media attention and return to the garage or the track, places where he was truly in control.

Over the next few weeks, they had to show outward signs of a relationship - wearing similar outfits, attending events side by side and smiling broadly for the cameras. But Lando continued to remain irritated, treating Oscar and everything they did as an annoying task to be crossed off his list rather than the person he really was.

Lando felt a protest flare up in the back of his mind every time he and Oscar were dictated what they should do and how they should do it. Why should he care about someone he didn't even like?

So now Lando Norris sat leaning back in his chair, never taking his eyes off the screen in front of him. This was yet another plan for him and Oscar to move forward together, one that involved them showing more physical affection and amorous glances. With a heavy sigh, Lando turned to Oscar, who was sitting on the edge of the couch, seemingly absorbed in playing on his phone.

- You know you have to be on your best behavior during this event, right? - Lando watched Oscar flinch slightly at the harshness of the tone in his voice, yet his eyes remained focused on the screen of his phone. - For example, could you at least portray the joy of being at an event like this?

Oscar nodded weakly, not even realizing the eyes on the alpha, but the guy noticed his fingers frozen over the faucet for a moment without moving. Lando crossed his arms over his chest, staring straight at the omega. He wanted to jab Oscar harder, to see the guy's almost indifferent face crinkle like a puppy being scolded for a simple mistake. Even if it was causing guilt somewhere deep in his chest.

- I don't want to do it either, Oscar, but at least I'm pretending – he growled, of course, Oscar didn't care at all, even as Lando's irritation was already at its peak. - You know I can't stand all this pretend nonsense I've found myself involved in!

- Why does it even matter to you, Lando? - Oscar's voice was as calm and steady as ever, the soft intonation in his tone only adding more fire to Norris's burgeoning anger. - 'We just have to do it because that's what the team wants. And they're doing it for you, not anyone else.

That was the final straw. Lando jumped up from his seat and hissed, “You wouldn't understand,” and walked out of the room, slamming the door. Oskar's sad gaze went only to the door slamming shut. Omega closed his eyes tiredly and leaned back on the couch, his phone forgotten in his hand. This was going to be difficult.

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Everything changed one weekend. It all started with a casual glance in the paddock. Lando had just finished debriefing with his mechanic when he noticed the slender figure of Oscar in the company of Logan, a longtime friend of the omega. The lad's hand rested on Oscar's shoulder as he narrated something that made Piastri laugh heartily. The young alpha seemed to take every opportunity to ruffle his hair or treat him to something tasty. Right now, Oscar was holding his favorite candy, which Lando was willing to bet Logan had brought him.

This picture only made Lando snort, but something deep inside him stirred unhappily. Something he couldn't explain to himself.

But it didn't end there. It seemed to be from that moment that Lando began to notice. Like Franco, the new Alpine pilot couldn't control his eyes following Oscar's every move during practice or warm-up, or the way the young Argentine alpha was always trying to get close to Oscar during the anthems or the drivers' parade to give him a few compliments, making Oscar's ears blush. As Max Verstappen, always relentless and stern to his rivals, smiled softly at Oscar, chatting with him immediately after the difficult qualifying on which the omega McLaren took the lead.

Oscar seemed to be surrounded by attention every day. Charles Leclair that right in front of the cameras grabbed Oscar by the waist, making a joke about how he was also a Leclair, causing Oscar to laugh awkwardly as he tried to twist out of the Ferrari prince's tight grip. It made Lando's blood boil.

And then there was Lewis, who had made a habit of taking Oscar out for a snack. “Little Omega needs to eat, right?" - Lando could hear Lewis letting out a light tease, to which Oscar responded with a shy smile and the heat spilling over his cheeks. Lando wanted to pound his fist on something. Several times.

- Look at him, – Lando grumbled to himself, feeling the possessive heat rising in his chest. - Why was he being so nice to them in the first place?

But it was Max - his best friend and ally - who had crossed the line in the most unexpected way. Every interaction he had with Oscar felt like soft warmth, every tender glance Max cast at the omega made Lando grit his teeth. The held door, the outstretched jacket, the tentative pat on his shoulder and the quiet conversations about something of their own, something shared from their past. All these things raised an unsolicited jealousy in Lando's breast.

But the one who most enraged Lando was Arthur Leclair. Charles's younger brother did not restrain himself at all: he treated another man's omega as if it were the last treasure on Earth. He brought him small thoughtful gifts and seemed to find any excuse to touch Oscar in the most innocent yet possessive way - putting his hand on Oscar's back, touching his lower back with his fingers, as if trying to imprint himself on the curve of his back.

Oscar remained polite, oblivious to the quiet storm growing inside Lando with each passing day. Whenever the other drivers tried to impress him, he only smiled lightly and simply brushed it off.

- Imagine what the media would say about me if they found out that anyone could get my omega! - Lando pounced on Max in a rare moment of privacy, pacing the familiar garage, frustration evident in his every move.

- Your omega? – Max raised an eyebrow, smirking from his seat. - Isn't he just your public screen name?

Max's words struck Lando deeply, making him stop and wonder when it was that he had come to see Oscar as his own. The image of Oscar, radiant with laughter, touched so warmly by others, made Lando jealous. A pain that tormented his heart until he could no longer ignore it. Thoughts of Oscar had been nagging at him for some time now. He remembered the times they'd been forced to stay up late discussing PR scripts or exchanging awkward conversations that were often punctuated by silence. Somewhere behind Oscar's shyness, Lando began to notice the little things: his determination despite his personal difficulties, and the way he radiated genuine kindness.

And it hit him like a thunderbolt: hell, the little shit was starting to win his heart, and he didn't even realize it.

Late one night, when Oscar was curled up in their shared room, wrapped up in a blanket, working on his laptop, Lando found himself watching mesmerized.

- Hey, Osc, –he said quietly, getting more comfortable in his seat. His voice sounded a little uncertain, which was in stark contrast to his usual demeanor.

- Yes? – Oscar, blinking slowly, turned around at Lando's voice. - Is something wrong?

Lando's heart clenched as he noticed the omega in front of him tense up, as if about to preemptively defend himself. He clenched his fists and moved closer.

- Я... uh-..... I wanted to apologize. I didn't mean to be rude to you. I'm just... I'm trying to figure it out, too, and it's complicated. Can we, uh. can we just talk?

A flicker of surprise flashed in Oscar's eyes, and a flicker of hope flickered in Lando's heart. Maybe they could work through this mess together if they both made an effort.

- Why the hell are you so nice to everyone but me? - Lando asked as the atmosphere between them changed, becoming softer and Oscar himself getting more comfortable in his mini-nest.

- Because I thought you didn't want me around. - Oscar looked up, clearly relieved but still feeling some uncertainty. - I thought that was the last thing you needed.

That simple admission struck a nerve with Lando. All that time he'd been pushing Oscar away with harsh words, Oscar had thought Lando considered himself a burden. The realization of that almost made Lando wince.

They were sitting together when Lando began to realize that all those sides of Oscar's personality that he had underestimated could captivate him. He was finally seeing not just an omega, but an incredibly talented man who knew his own worth.

With each shy smile as Oscar grinned at something Lando said, the alpha's heart beat harder. With each quiet laugh, Lando felt his heart melt, and for the first time he wanted to protect this radiant spirit that had captivated him already when he himself was unaware of it. The more he explored Oscar's world, the more he realized he didn't want to share it with anyone.

Lando reached up and brushed a loose curl from Oscar's forehead, causing the omega to stiffen in surprise, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He looked into Oscar's eyes and caught himself wanting to cherish that soul close to him, echoing an unspoken feeling: he'd be damned if anyone else would lay claim to his omega that had unwittingly won his heart.

Lando decided it was time to make it clear that he would no longer be just a reluctant participant in the PR game his team was up to. And maybe, just maybe, Oscar could develop the same affection for the alpha who finally wanted to learn to see him not as a burden, but as the blessing he really was.

[emphasisonthehomo]

WIP Word Game

Rules: You will be given a word, then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word.

RAIN tagged by @al-the-remix! Thank you so much!

These are all taken from the Popstar!au.

R: “Really?” Buck asks, “Coulda fooled me.” “He did,” Eddie rolls his eyes, “I was talking to him yesterday, he’s never played MSG.” “Tommy’s worried about MSG?” Buck frowns. “You’re worried about MSG,” Eddie says, looking taken aback at Buck’s surprise.    “Well yeah, but I’m worried about everything right now,” Buck admits. A: “And I got recognized, and she–I could see her filming me from across the gym!” Tommy says, gesturing at nothing. “Ah, the burden of fame, too heavy for the shoulders it sits on,” Eddie intones from where he’s still laid out on the floor. “Do you not get recognized?” Buck asks. Surely Tommy's band is big enough for that. “Not at the gym,” Tommy says, clearly still frazzled, “I get recognized at festivals! And once at a grocery store, but that was in Finland.” I: “It’s gonna be gotcha questions,” Buck warns.  “I know,” Tommy leans against the seat and closes his eyes, “I’ve never really done a mainstream music interview, but I know some people who have. Sometimes there’s a lack of…respect, I guess. What I do is just noise and garbage.” “We’ll be fine,” Buck finds himself saying, “Let me handle most of it, I’ve done interviews with them before. You can just sit there and look pretty.” N: “Nah, I know a place,” Tommy says, snagging Buck by the wrist and tugging him in the exact opposite direction the bus. Tommy’s got big hands. His fingers and palm feel like a brand against Buck’s skin. “How do you know a place?” Buck asks, bewildered as Tommy leads him through the maze of the venue’s back hallways. “There’s always nooks and crannies,” Tommy says confidently, before looking back over his shoulder and smirking widely, “I usually suck dick in them, but something tells me that’s not you need to talk about.”

I've seen this going around and have no idea who has already been tagged, so please consider this an open invitation! For the word: HEAVY.

[blossom-hwa]

the words I say, and the words I mean | h.k

pairing: Huening Kai x gender neutral!reader genre:  fluff, a touch of angst, high school!au, childhood best friends to lovers!au warnings: cursing word count: 2.5k notes: this was originally a story for jay written for chip as a lovely birthday present, I've repurposed it for hyuka because I think he'd fit the lovely lovestruck trope just as well :) hope you enjoy! On a cool golden afternoon on the cusp of winter, Kai falls for you again. 

Jay (Enhypen) Ver. | TXT Masterlist

At precisely five fifty-three on a Friday afternoon of a crisp fall-turning-winter day, Kai comes to this conclusion:

He says a lot of shit.

Which, in hindsight, any of his friends could have probably told him. Taehyun for certain—and Beomgyu too just by virtue of him being a paragon of evil or something. But there’s that whole saying about having to realize things about oneself by oneself, or whatever, because you’ll never listen to anyone else, not for real.

Or maybe there isn’t a saying. Maybe someone just told him that and he’s remembering it now.

Doesn’t matter. The point is, Kai walks into the coffee shop where you work at exactly five fifty-two pm on this wonderful Friday afternoon in the crisp intersection between fall and winter where the sun is beginning to set noticeably earlier but not so much so that it fucks up his entire brain, locks eyes with you behind the counter, and says:

“Hey, doofus.”

Which is certainly a substitute—if not a very good one—for what he says in his brain:

You look really beautiful in this lighting, and I kind of want to kiss you.

You roll your eyes and it’s still beautiful, somehow, in the golden afternoon sunlight spilling through the cafe window, and once again Kai is reminded of how hard he’s fallen for every single bit of you—the childhood best friend who lives next door, who’s seen him from his grubby little toddler days to his ratty pre-teen years to his ungodly mess of existence in this last year before college. You’ve seen everything about him, he’s seen everything about you, and if Kai hadn’t realized it before (a year ago, you fell asleep in the passenger seat as he was driving the two of you home from school and he got a slap of cold reality from God Herself when he looked over to see drool trickling down the side of your face and the first thing he thought was cute) he’d certainly realize it now, at five fifty-two pm on a Friday afternoon at the cusp of fall-turning-winter where the sunlight shines so warm on your half-annoyed, half-fond expression that Kai can proudly say is reserved solely for him.

But it’s kind of like a second realization of love, he guesses. Because apparently once wasn’t enough. And it comes in the form of him calling you a doofus when he just really wants to kiss you instead.

He really, really says a lot of shit. More specifically, a lot of shit he doesn’t mean. Mostly because you don’t know how he feels, and he’s too scared to ask if you might feel the same way.

“Good afternoon to you too, doofus,” you snip, sliding a cup of coffee across the counter. He hands you the exact amount for the drink like clockwork because it’s a routine at this point, and then, also in routine, he eyes it exaggeratedly.

“There’s no poison in this, is there?”

There it is. Again. There’s no poison in this, is there?

How about this instead:

Thanks for the drink, I really love you.

You roll your eyes again and he has to curb the smile on his face, in case it betrays the way his heart is pounding in his chest like it does a lot these days at the sight of you. “No, asshole,” you intone. “If I wanted to kill you, I’d make sure there was blood.”

“Aw, so you don’t want to kill me?”

I’d probably let you stab me for free.

“I’m waiting for the right time.” You snicker. “You know, Beomgyu already offered to help me hide the body.”

Kai would respond, and if he did he’d probably say something equally dumb that he didn’t really want to say because his heart keeps screaming for him to tell the truth of his emotions but his mind keeps telling it to shut the fuck up, but the door opens again with a little ring of bells and even though it’s now five fifty-four pm, six minutes from the end of your shift, six minutes are still six minutes and he’ll have to wait those six minutes to walk you home.

Your manager’s a bitch.

So he parks himself at a table, idly scrolling through his phone while sipping at the bitter Americano you gave him (perfect for keeping him somewhat awake for the late night studying that will definitely happen tonight), and also sneaking glances at you when he’s more or less certain you’re busy. He does good today, doesn’t manage to get caught staring even once before you disappear into the back, presumably to strip off your apron and clock out.

Soobin sends him about five cat pictures in the several minutes it takes for you to change. Kai giggles into his drink and hearts them all right before a shadow looms over his seated figure.

“What’re you laughing at?”

In response, he lifts his phone and watches a smile bloom across your face at the cat pictures. “They’re adorable,” you coo.

Kai’s brain reacts before his mouth does, which sucks because it only gives further proof to his realization earlier which he’d kinda hoped was a fluke but was pretty sure it wasn’t.

So are you.

He doesn’t say that, because he doesn’t have the guts. “Yeah, if only I could convince my parents to get one,” he pouts instead, pocketing the phone. “Let’s go home.”

The bells above the door chime merrily as the two of you walk out into the golden sunshine, a subtle warmth that curls even through the sharp bites of wind that nip at his nose and cheeks. When winter comes with its snow and ice, you’ll switch to taking the car home—him driving over to pick you up instead of walking in the snow—so he cherishes the walks for now, a bit of peace and calm in the silence of the neighborhood air.

Well, not exactly peace and calm. Because the two of you are best friends, and so you bicker, and most of that bickering gets pretty loud and your neighbors probably hate you both even if they haven’t said it out loud yet, but to Kai it feels peaceful anyway. Calming. A breath of fresh air, a moment in which he can forget about the stress of school and college applications and just focus on being here with you.

You’re telling him a story about work today, gesticulating wildly as you reenact some woman telling you that her drink wasn’t frothy enough, that she expected two full fucking inches of froth so you’d better shake it again or remake it. Kai laughs, and cackles, and commiserates when you say you’d like to hunt her down and put her six feet under, and all the time his heart feels like it’s blooming, blooming under not the sun itself but the light of your smile as you laugh with him.

Like a sunflower, he thinks. A sunflower, always chasing the sun across the sky.

Holy shit, Yeonjun’s poetry is rubbing off on him. This is terrible.

And then you laugh again, this brilliant sound that’s like a cross between a pig’s snort and wedding bells, and yeah. Okay. Whatever. Maybe Yeonjun’s poetry is fine. Because at least it’s getting things right.

“I never want to work in the food industry again,” you complain, shaking your head. Your scarf seems to be slipping around your neck and Kai’s fingers itch to rearrange it, but he keeps his hands to himself because you’ll notice it, right? You’ll notice the slipping scarf instead and then he won’t have to risk having you feel the tenderness in his fingers that isn’t supposed to be there because he’s only supposed to be your best friend, not someone who has a crush on you. “All the horror stories are so real.”

“Okay, but have you considered...” He pauses dramatically as you look at him, eyebrows raised. “Maybe you’re the problem.”

“Kai Kamal Huening—”

“If everything’s happening to you, I’m just saying, maybe there’s some correlation there—”

You punch him in the arm. Hard.

He wails.

“Oh my God, you fucking baby,” you hiss, all the while also holding your sides that are shaking with laughter as Kai flops to the ground, gripping his arm like you just attempted to cut it off. Good. Because he’s exaggerating, clearly, but only for your sake—so you can laugh. Just a bit. Enough to bring light back to your face that isn’t just from the sun.

“You punched me,” he whines, “and you’re calling me a baby?”

I’d let you punch me any day. And if I deserved it, I’d probably punch myself in the face, too. For you.

He’s going insane, he really fucking is, with the disconnect between the shit he says and the shit he wants to say. But the banter comes so easily, too easily—maybe that’s the reason why he can’t speak the words buried in his heart. Because it’s so much easier, so much simpler, to just pretend. To just bicker his way out of ever revealing anything to you.

“Oh my God, just shut up.” You haul him up and—holy shit, maybe he’s just some Victorian woman in disguise or whatever because he could swoon into your touch. He really could. But he doesn’t, because even to his dumbfuck lovesick heart, that’s overkill. “Come on, punch me. We’ll call it even.”

Kai stares at the arm you proffer to him, covered in the coat you’ve worn for several years at this point. He doesn’t know why, but for a moment, he can’t move. Can’t bring himself to.

Which is dumb as fuck. Because this is a thing you two have always done, jokingly hit each other at one point and when the other complains loud enough to cause a neighborhood ruckus, let them hit back to call it even. It started with your first fight as kids and it just...stayed. Until now. At this moment at sometime past six pm on a Friday evening, now, on a crisp fall-turning-winter day where wind has mostly carried away the coffee smell from your job and Kai is having a crisis about punching your arm.

But he has to do it. So—

He punches you.

Very softly.

Nothing at all like you punched him.

You blink. So does he.

“What the fuck was that, dude?” You narrow your eyes at him playfully, though something uncertain dances in your gaze. Alarm bells start ringing at full force in his brain—fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck—“Are you going soft?”

He’s looking at you and you’re looking at him and a gust of wind blows the scarf around your neck and fuck you still haven’t noticed that it’s loose and he wants nothing more than to grab it and fix it so you won’t get too cold but he can’t, now, because he’s already revealed too much by not punching you the way you (and he!) expected and the uncertainty is still there in your expression and FUCK he needs to say something, he needs to say something—

No, it’s because I like you so much it hurts.

“No, it’s because you’re weak and you wouldn’t be able to handle a real punch.”

You screech and Kai screams and then you’re chasing him down the block, one fist held high as you yell something like I’ll give you a real fucking punch to whine about and even as he runs away from you he can hear the laughter in your voice even as you spout bloody murder and promises of revenge behind him, your screams blending with his gasping laughter as he stops, sides heaving with cackles, and you bowl him onto the cold sidewalk that still feels warm, somehow, warm with your giggles as you slap him in the shoulder, threats of violence still dripping from your lips—

“I give up,” he gasps, tears squeezing out of his eyes as he tries to stop laughing. “I give up.”

In other words:

I’ll let you win, always, because your happiness means everything to me.

You collapse to the ground beside him on the cold concrete, and there has never been anything more beautiful, Kai thinks, than the medley of your cackling laugh fading in the air and your expression scrunched in giggling happiness as you sit up to face him. “Good,” you sniff, eyes sparkling in the fading sunlight. “Glad you know your place.”

Kai watches you stand, then extend a hand to help him up. His eyes linger on that hand, the hand he held so much as a kid, the hand he stopped holding in middle school because it’s icky and we aren’t dating, the hand he’s wanted to hold for several years now and even more so since last year when he saw you drooling in the car and thought you were so, so cute. He reaches up, takes it, and in the moment where your palms are connected, his heart aches, aches so much for him to just say—

I love you.

But you let go of his hand, still smiling, so oblivious to the way his heart sags and cracks with the weight of those three words he can’t say as the warmth of your palm leaves his, and he knows—it isn’t meant to be, you loving someone as ratty and messy and damaged as he. You’re best friends. Nothing less, but certainly nothing more.

So he leaves the words in his overflowing heart, locks them away with a cold key made of the sudden absence of your hand’s warmth against his. “Come on,” he says instead, smiling the crooked smile that you always say makes him look like a stupid little rugrat on the streets. But he gets the patented Kai Kamal Huening smile on your face in return, annoyance and exasperation and fondness all mixed into an expression that nearly explodes the box where he keeps those three words, eight letters, carefully locked away, so it can’t be too bad. Not really. Not if it gets him the sunlight of your smile on your face.

Nothing’s so bad, really, not even the weight of all the words he means but can’t say, not when you smile at him like this under the shimmering golden sunlight of a fall-turning-winter evening, not when the two of you are alone in the street glowing warm with laughter, not when it feels like nothing in the world can tear the two of you apart. It’s enough, really. Having you here, and knowing you’ll always be here, even if it means keeping secrets locked carefully away in his heart.

“Come on,” he repeats, and his smile isn’t even that strained as he jerks his head towards the end of the street. “The sun’s setting. Let’s get home.”

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[occasional-yan-stuff]

He was always there. Every time you went back, he was always there. You don't know what kept pulling you back to that abandoned old house down the road. Maybe it was the mystery of the place that enchanted you, maybe it was the strange beauty of all the old, worn-out surfaces, or maybe you just couldn't stand to abandon him.

The kids in your neighborhood said the house was haunted, but that couldn't have been right, could it? You were old enough to know that ghosts weren't real, and yet... he was always there. Always sitting at the grand piano in the ball room in that exact same position, always acting as though he hadn't seen you in years whether you'd only been gone for a few months or even just a few minutes.

"I thought I would never see you again!" flinging his arms around your neck with the exact same intonation every time, but ghosts weren't real. You knew ghosts weren't real.

Sometimes you'd catch him staring at a rectangle on the wall that was slightly less faded than the rest of the wall paper. Around the third time you saw him doing this you finally decided to ask.

"What are you looking at?"

"This is a painting of my mother," he responded. It wasn't, of course, but you decided not to push the question.

There were also times when you'd see him blow on the golden candelabra that sat on the little table by the window. The candles were melted to stumps and never had flame in them when he did this. When he did it the first time it resulted in a cloud of dust that he didn't seem to notice, and when you asked about it he simply took your hand and said "more romantic lighting, my dear." You asked him what he meant but all he did was smile at you as the two of you started dancing.

It always ended with dancing. The world- or possibly your mind- filled up with music that you could find the source of, and he took you, and he twirled you, and the hours fell away into nothing. By the end of it he always begged you to stay with him, pleading for you to remain in his home forever. It was a cute little game between the two of you... you think.

One night you actually did try to sleep in one of the old creaky beds in the mansion, but it was far too cold and the whole thing made you itchy and uncomfortable. You checked the other bed rooms but there was no sign of him. Finally, you returned to the ball room. Even at that ungodly hour he was still there, sitting at his piano. You called out his name and he turned around in surprise. "I thought I would never see you again!" And so the cycle repeated and the two of you danced the night away.

He never seemed to like it when you talked about your friends.

"We see each other so little, my dear," he'd say with crossed arms, "can you not lend a bit more attention to me instead?" The way he pretended to be grumpy always made you chuckle. He was pretending, wasn't he?

Each time he held you, he acted like it was the last time he ever would. He took in every part of you, your smell, the feeling of your skin, everything. There had even been a few times that he had licked your neck but he always denied it when you asked. When you were just getting to know him, he would always cry when you wouldn't kiss him.

"What has changed?" he would ask, "have I done something wrong?"

"What are you talking about?" you would respond, "we've never kissed before."

"Oh, how I hate when you play this game!" was all he would say in response. Always the same intonation. Always the same expression. Always the same.

You started going back more and more, longer and longer. You always felt tired after leaving the mansion. Fatigued, like waking up from a dream. Sometimes you would return home with wrinkles you didn't remember having or a band aid you could have sworn you never put on. Scrolling through your friends' social media pages, you'd see pictures with you in them. Pictures you didn't remember being taken.

every time you went back things seemed just a bit different. The candles grew taller and taller, the wall paper more vibrant, and a painting of a woman was placed on the wall. When did that get there? Every night was just the same. You danced, you kissed, you loved. It was paradise. He was paradise.

One night, after a particularly long visit, you returned home. You hadn't wanted to but you had a life outside the mansion... didn't you? You stepped back into your home and a man was there, a man you had never met. He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you.

"so, how was work?"

No. This was wrong. You pushed him off of you and rushed into the bathroom. Your eyes fell onto the mirror and you clapped your hand over your mouth. The person staring back at you was near unrecognizable. It was you, sort of, but at the same time not at all. You stared down at your shaking hands. Your left had a golden ring on one of its fingers. You hadn't put that there. You hadn't put that there! This was all wrong. All so very very wrong. Tears played at the corners of your eyes as you rushed out of the house and back down the road. The mansion was the only place you felt safe anymore. The mansion was the only place you were yourself anymore. You ran and you ran all the way to the ball room. Your breath was heavy and sweat glued your hair to the ball room.

"I never thought I would see you again!"

The night played out as it always did. You danced, you kissed, you loved. Just as always, he begged you to stay. This time you said yes.

[ilminnestrone]

Genesis' reaction to seeing Sephiroth in drag? Make this as horny as you want.

This reply has been turned into a one-shot fiction named Jesus of the moon.

When Sephiroth goes more than an hour without answering his calls outside office hours, Genesis gets very annoyed. When he fails to answer more than three messages in a row, he starts to worry. But when even Angeal can't tell him where he is, or worse, admits that he can't reach him either, the facade of carelessness collapses miserably, and he drops everything he's been doing and rushes home. He doesn’t knock, he doesn’t try the doorbell, he simply uses his spare key card and storms his apartment unannounced. He already knows that if he is not at home, the next plan would be to search the entire Shinra building starting with the science department.

The flat is as tidy and clean as ever. An almost empty mug of herbal tea sits abandoned on the coffee table next to the sofa, right on top of the dust jacket of a historical novel he didn't know he was reading: Genesis moves it, and the material is so smooth that he can wipe the round halo with the back of his hand without leaving a mark. Vaguely jazzy music plays softly from the bedroom, and when Sephiroth's voice reaches his ears, anger gives way to relief: he’s humming wordlessly to the notes of the song, sounding serene.

Genesis reaches the room in silence, absentmindedly flipping through the novel to see if it is as tasteless as the cover design suggests, and leans his shoulder against the doorframe, one leg crossing over the other. Sephiroth does not notice him, and the string of notes continues undisturbed with more than adequate intonation.

When Genesis looks up from the page, any consideration of the literary quality of the work disappears.

Sephiroth's back is turned, facing the full-length mirror, his white hands gently running down his sides, smoothing the fabric of a black dressing gown: it's good quality chiffon, so sheer that Genesis can count the lines of his muscles beneath it. His milk-coloured, tapered legs are wrapped in silk stockings adorned with lace and a thin line sewn at the back, garters lap at his thighs and hips. That perfect ass seems to have been put on this earth to wear lace culottes, revealing enough to be cheeky without being vulgar. The top is little more than a harness, something not very different from what the public is used to.

Genesis, on the other hand, believes he will never get used to the sight. To those hands grasping the dressing gown and releasing it a moment later, feeling its weight brush against the skin. To those hips swaying to the rhythm of the music. To that foot sliding along the calf to feel the texture of the stocking. To those black embroideries on his skin that make him look like a fugitive moonbeam.

Sephiroth moves closer to the mirror and runs his thumb along his lower lip, wiping away a smudge of lipstick: a desaturated mauve, practically the exact shade of his lips; the same shade that fades his cheekbones. A thin line of eyeliner makes his eyes even more feline, even more languid and tender. And he’s smiling. A soft, carefree smile, the kind that even Genesis would swear he saw on rare, cherished occasions. He smiles as he gathers his hair in his hands and looks in the mirror to see how he would look in a ponytail. The smile turns into a giggle, something so sweet that Genesis could die from it sitting down.

But suddenly the smile dies on his lips, his eyes open wide in horror as he sees him over his shoulder in the mirror: “Genesis!”

Genesis feels like an idiot, and not just because of the stunned look on his face, the unhinged jaw, the book slipping out of his hands: he had frightened, perhaps embarrassed him.

“Sephiroth, I'm so-”

“I'm so sorry, Genesis.”

Sephiroth hides as best he can in his dressing gown, curled up on the bed, his face hidden in his hands.

"I'm sorry you had to see..."

Genesis wants to laugh, but Sephiroth's broken voice suggests it might hurt him. He sits down beside him on the bed, closing the distance between them before he can pull away. He takes his hand, trying to move it away from his face without forcing it.

“Hey…”

“I’m sorry… I’m…”

“For what?” This time Genesis can't hold back a chuckle. “For being a stunner?” Something tells him that the only right thing to do is to bring those fingers to his lips and kiss them one by one, like precious things, and hold his gaze as he blushes. “You look…” he wants to keep going, but something the size of a hard-boiled egg, complete with shell, gets stuck in his throat and he has to stop to swallow  it, “you look beautiful. Sorry, I should have knocked.”

They sit in silence for a while, Genesis' thumb stroking Sephiroth's hand as if to soothe the embarrassment. But his gaze is averted, fixed on the mirror.

"I look stupid."

This time Genesis sighs. He slips one hand under his silk-covered knees and wraps the other around his hips, hoisting him into his lap, preventing him from continuing to scrutinise himself in the mirror. He touches his leg with exhausting slowness, his fingers lingering on the embroidered hem. He doesn't know where he finds the courage to look up into his eyes. Fuck, he's perfect.

"Does it feel right?"

Sephiroth nods immediately, the shadow of a smile forming on his lips.

“Does it feel… you?”

He nods again, the smile even wider; he looks... mischievous: “You know what else I can feel, Genesis?”

“Uh?” Genesis raises an eyebrow, curious, as Sephiroth leans in, his lips grazing his ear

“You’re extremely hard.”

[firstkanaphans]

I am tone deaf. Is it reasonably to assume that I have 0% chance of ever being able to learn something of those Asian languages in which meaning is conveyed by tone such as Thai?

Oh, no, not at all! Usually when people say they’re “tone deaf,” what they’re actually referring to is being unable to match the exact pitch of a note, but the tones in Thai are nowhere near that precise. The shape of the tone is far more important than the actual pitch—is it rising, falling, high, low, etc. And although English is not a tonal language, we do use tones when we’re speaking. The video I linked in my last post about learning Thai teaches the tones using English loan words, which is why I find it so helpful. Kruu Naam will demonstrate how to speak the tones using phrases you’re already familiar with. For instance, when you say “uhhh” or “uh-oh,” you’ll notice that your voice naturally goes lower. That’s the equivalent of the Thai low tone.

It really just depends on what you’re wanting to use Thai for. If you’re just wanting to be able to understand a series or watch interviews without subtitles, being able to decipher between tones isn’t all that important because usually you can figure out what they’re saying using context clues. I, personally, find that speaking the tones is far easier than recognizing them by ear, but that’s only ever an issue for me when I’m trying to figure out a pun or a character’s name. 

As with everything, it just takes practice. The more you listen to Thai, the more you’ll get used to just naturally matching their intonation. I certainly don’t think it’s impossible for anyone, but for native English speakers it is a very difficult language to learn fluently and the tones are a large reason why.

[dreadknightcassandra]

Had an idea for a Pegasus mech and pilot in Lancer

Imagine you arrive at the battlefield and see a mech sitting out there, maybe it's a Lancaster, maybe it's a swallowtail. You get ready to engage in combat. And then it starts to move. Have you ever seen AI generated videos where it's given an image and told to animate the image, but the skeletons defines thin the image are incredibly wrong and as a result everything within the image moves wrongly and in ways that your brain can't quite comprehend. The enemy Lancaster starts moving like that. You cannot understand how it is actually moving forwards, but it is definitely moving. Then one of the rails or panels on the side shifts slightly, and you realize your mech has been hit and taken damage. The enemy's guns aren't firing, hell you think one of them is being used like a leg. Eventually, you finish fighting this monstrosity, and convince the pilot to step out to meet you. Instead of any hatch opening, the mech reaches parts of itself in the shape of a hand up, peels itself open, and out steps.... You. The enemy mech pilot looks exactly like you, he even walk mostly like you, though there is something slightly off. As you start to question them, they answer you back in your words. Your exact words, in the intonation that you said, building their responses exclusively based on the things you have said to them in this conversation, in your voice. All while standing outside their still peeled open mech.

[simslegacy5083]

Today's (5/26/2025) Episode: Germ Face

The pair of friends began their dual appointment on the obstetrics side of the health clinic.

“Everything looks great.” the local midwife told xem after a through checkup. “Keep up the good work and I’ll see you next trimester!”

“Its easy to do all the right things when you have a good support system” xe pointed over at Betty, who blushed and fired back “Speaking of doing the right thing, I woke up sick as a dog but that silly teddy-to-be refuses to keep xir distance. Tell xem to be careful – xe doesn’t need whatever this is!”

The midwife nodded. “As a pregnant sim, you need to be extra careful around possible contagions.” she raised a hand to forestall Betty’s response “That said, as long as you practice good hygiene and minimize close contact you can care for other sims without falling sick, as we do here every day.”

“See, I can help if we’re smart about it!” Skye flashed Betty a triumphant grin as they headed of to the general practice side of the building for her appointment “Good try germ face, but you can’t get rid of me that easily!”

“The test came back positive for Sweaty Shivers” Betty’s provider told them. “This is one of those things that just has to run its course. Take it easy, get plenty of rest, and drink plenty of fluids. You should be feeling better in a few days but come back in if anything changes.”

“I’ll make sure she takes care of herself” Skye promised. “Is she contagious?”

“There’s a possibility of passing it on, but not as much as a cold or flu.” She then went on to give them almost the exact same advice as the midwife.

Arriving back home Skye guided Betty to the couch for a nap. “I’ll be right over there working on my article if you need anything” xe assured her as she settled down, mumbling general complaints and already half asleep by the time xe started editing.

“There’s nothing on TV and I can’t concentrate on this story!” Betty complained awhile later “I feel too sick to DO anything but I’m so BORED!”

“Well, we can’t have that!” Skye put down xir own book and thought for a second. “Oh! I got it! So, I have a little surprise for you… you’re going to hate it, and I can’t wait.” xe grinned. I can’t believe I’m about to do this; I’ve never even played for Elyse before.

Rising, Skye reached into xir inventory and pulled out xir blue violin. “I brought this figuring I might have some time to practice. It was my Grandpa Gilbert’s final gift to me before he passed. Unlike you, I never got very good at it, and it's been years since I played, but I know a couple songs.” Xe struck a dramatic pose and intoned hammily:  “Ladies and fetuses, cover your ears and prepare yourself for the world’s worst symphony!”

Betty laughed, playfully burying her head in her hands as xe slowly worked xir amateur way through a simple melody. “You were right, that was awful.” she agreed when xe finished, smiling. “I loved it. When I’m better you have to let me give you a lesson!” Skye nodded happily. It will be fun if its with you.

“I’m heading off to my meeting. Will you be OK on your own?” Skye said the next morning, having braved the second floor again to see xir sick friend.

“Right as rain” she coughed weakly “man, its so cold in here!” Betty shivered violently under the warm quilt “Skye?” she whispered shyly, “Would you lay down here with me, just for a minute, before you go? Dad used to do that when I was little; it always made me feel so much better.”

Skye’s heart swelled with emotion she looks so small and fragile… I can’t leave her like this “Of course.” xe pulled out xir phone, texting xir contact that xe needed to reschedule before spinning into xir PJs and climbing into bed beside her. “Hey, you want to hear about this crazy dream I had last night?”

She burrowed in close and nodded sleepily against xir shoulder as xe got started “OK, so I was back in the jungle… by that waterfall we found, when…”

Xe knew xe should be avoiding such close contact, for multiple reasons, and didn’t love bailing on work on such short notice, but she was worth it.

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[dropthedemiurge]

Sangmin Dinneaw Ep.1 Reaction

I started watching Sangmin Dinneaw (despite all rational thoughts that I should finish other 7 BLs in progress now xD) and it's already cute since the very first episode xD

Okay, I didn't expect both main leads to be so charming and mischievous xD Definitely a fun dynamic to look forward to

Funny how Dinneaw just accepted his mom loves some other foreign kid as her second son and keeps bringing him up and there wasn't a single ounce of jealousy or bitterness (so far, let's see how it goes once he meets grown up version)

"I know the phrase 'annoying/stir up trouble' in Thai" Said with the sweetest and fake innocence xD Also cutely nodding to mom bringing up embarrassing stories about Dinneaw, I'm so sure they will clash a lot in the beginning xD

I listened to "petty/pretty" a few times and the difference is barely noticeable to me, I will never do well with intonational languages 🥲

Actor who plays Sangmin does a great job at giving exact face expression that is "I can kinda have a conversation in your language but also my brain is working at 200% trying to keep up and understand what's going on and behave accordingly" As someone who's currently living in Korea and trying to learn Korean, I feel his struggles so much (even if he doesn't seem to show them xD)

Honestly, geckos chilling on walls were my favorite part of staying in Thailand :D Much better than all other insects and spiders in bathroom...

Lol Sangmin is doing everything to annoy Dinneaw indeed, not sure if it's simply to get mom's praise but his smug smile doesn't seem perfectly genuine to me xD

This trilingual series is giving me life but I laughed so hard when subtitles in English said "Mom, go into the kitchen and eat the baby" as if there were not enough language shenanigans in show itself - ah wait, they gave up and subtitles became auto, okay

Sangmin told him "You must achieve your dream" in Korean, even if he didn't understand Dinneaw explain about "responsibilities" 🥺🥺🥺 (Is Dream as sleeping and as goal is the same word? Kkum and Fan? Got curious cuz in mine these are different words) And they exchanged "Sleep well" in their respective languages, awwww. I love it.

Dinneaw means Clay in Thai?😅 His mom is really going through all her hyperfixations

What a time to be alive and understand Sangmin's phone calls in Korean without subs (wait, isn't actor Thai? His pronunciation of both languages is good, is he bilingual? Mixed? I'm curious)

I am definitely learning a lot of Thai with this series (and 5 different pronunciations of the word Coffee, I didn't need more, thanks)

I would never go to Thai massage, that feels awfully intimate for two strangers (although these two have a lot of unresolved tension and playfulness to go around xD). Sir, why are you caressing his oiled nipples while holding down his other hand on bed?? Sir?? That's Thai people's hospitality, I guess, Dinneaw took his mom's advice -- Oh wait, I get it, yes, fooled me. Was right about unresolved tension tho xD

Talking about tension - the two boys at the market 👀👀👀 The flirting is through the rooftop but the merchant thinks his crush is unrequited or what? How?xD

Sangmin trying to do Thai dance - aww I want to try it too. This guy does the "look of wonder" very well.

Sangmin's looks were so striking that one guy got meatball stuck in his throat so Sangmin did Heimlich maneuver on him and they aren't even main couple? This series is so silly, I'm surprisingly having pretty joyful time xD

Guy flirts with Sangmin in Thai - Sangmin silently steps back and glues himself to Dinneaw - I think the choice was made here from the very first second, sorry, man)))

"Daddy Arthit" owns the "Yadong" bar?xD Certainly EVERYTHING screams about his reputation lmao And behavior suits the place as well.

Oooh poor Dinneaw is jealous and hurt from the way Sangmin plays as people pleaser and loved by everyone aww :( I knew it was coming. I like that we tackle this situation.

I wonder why Sangmin keeps using 3rd pov when he speaks Thai decently and both Korean and Thai use 1st pov so it's not a habit... Maybe simply a way to make character feel more foreign. Okay, wait, Dinneaw speaks like that too. Maybe my perception on Thai was wrong.

Yadong has returned sgdjssjakl

Okay, first ep done! It's silly, it's charming, it makes me think about Twins, I think I'll have the same sentiment towards SD too^^ And I'm definitely using this series to learn more Thai words, so it's a win-win :P Let's see what comes next.

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

Elwood knelt down next to the couch and propped his chin on his crossed arms. He smiled softly at me as I reached over and gently pulled off his hat. Elwood waited patiently for me to discard it and pull off his sunglasses. Blinking at me, he watched as I put his glasses in his hat.

“how you feeling?” He asked. I shrugged.

“Still feeling like crap.” I said. “Just everything going on today…” Elwood nodded.

“Yap.” He muttered. He watched me for a bit as I reached out to play with his hair. Elwood kissed my wrist when it got close enough. “Hey come on. Get up. Give me your hand.” I hesitantly sat up and took his hand.

“what we doing?” I asked as he led me to the middle of the room. Elwood held up a finger before going to the record player I had on the bookshelf. He flipped through my records before choosing one and putting it on. “El?”

“dancing.” He said, smiling softly at me as he joined me again. Spinning me around, Elwood swayed to the beat of the song. I collided with his chest and he held me tight against him. “And if that doesn’t work, we’ll go for a drive. Find some dive.” Elwood shrugged as he took my hands and stepped back, pulling me back towards him before pushing me away. “Drive until we hit the lake and just keep going until we reach the border. Whatever you want.” Elwood kissed me deeply as he pulled me close again.

“What if I don’t want anything?” I asked, carding my fingers through his hair.

“Well I know you want me.” He shrugged. I made a face and Elwood laughed. “Not like that.” He teased. “I know you. I like to think I know you pretty well. And I don’t think that’s true.” Elwood spun me around and smiled at me as I wrapped my arms around him. “I think you want to have some fun. Take your mind off everything for a little bit.” He hummed along with the song as we gently swayed for a bit.

"You're too cute for your own good Elwood." I breathed out, tilting my head to look at him. His mismatched eyes roamed over my face, shining in the low light of my living room. "I honestly have no idea how..." I broke off, hugging Elwood tightly. He stopped moving and just held me. "What I did..." He pressed a kiss to my head and tightened his grip on me.

"Yeah." He breathed out, nuzzling into my shoulder. "I feel the same." He kissed my shoulder before turning is head into my neck. "I feel the exact same way." The record came to an end but we stayed there as the needle hit the paper. "I should probably change that." Elwood sniffed as he pulled away. I nodded and wiped at my face, feeling my eyes still misted over. Elwood came back over and wiped his thumb over my cheek. “Want to keep dancing? Or do you want to do something?” I shrugged, cupping Elwood’s cheeks.

“want to cook dinner together?” I asked. “That is if you didn’t eat with Jake.” Elwood shook his head.

“no. He went on a date with some…Carrie I think.” He shrugged. “Some girl he met at a gig last week. They really hit it off. Which…” he shrugged again.

“yeah. Strange.” I said, taking his hand and leading him to the kitchen. “Very strange for Jake.” Elwood nodded.

“I don’t think he’s about to settle down. Or at least not in the way I have.” Elwood pulled my hand and drew me to his side. I laughed as Elwood dipped me, kissing me soundly. “But Jake will be Jake. And it means I get more time alone with you.”

“aw.” I intoned. Elwood rolled his eyes. “I’m very happy to get that time.” I watched as Elwood plugged in my toaster and went to grab the bread from my cabinet. “So does that mean you’re going to spend the night?”

“only if you want me to.” Elwood shrugged. “It’s always up to you. You know that.” I smiled softly at him.

“And I always want you to. You know that.” I shot back. Elwood chuckled and took the plate I held out to him. “One day you have to tell me why you only eat dry white toast.” I said, moving around him to make some soup. Elwood shrugged, cheeks turning pink.

“it’s safe.” He mumbled. I paused and looked at him out of the corner of my eye.

“the orphanage?” I asked quietly. Elwood nodded. “One of the nuns?” He nodded again.

“not many of them could cook. And they didn’t want Curtis touching the food. Since he was technically the janitor.” Elwood shrugged.

“Curtis make you toast? Or Jake?” I asked. Elwood paused for a second to grab the toast as it popped up. He put it on the plate and started another piece.

“both. Depending on how busy they were. Or the penguin.” Elwood said. “When Jake left, Curtis looked after me. But he still had to work. And the penguin got busier with more kids. So she taught me how to make it. Hot plate and a bent hanger. Curtis got one just so I could make toast in his apartment. Neither wanted the other kids to get anywhere near it.” While the soup simmered, I wrapped my arms around Elwood’s waist. He hummed as he put his hand over mine while I pressed my face into his back.

“if I made you something, would you eat it?” I asked. Elwood shrugged.

“depends on what it is.” He said. “Jake and I will get stuff on the road. I’ve eaten Burger King and McDonald’s. Up in New England I’ve had fish. I do eat other things. But like I said. This is safe. Everyone has it. And you can’t mess it up.”

“yeah. Jake told me about the fish. You ate off his plate. Which is sweet honestly.” I said. “What if I made you a burger? Or soup?” Elwood shrugged.

“I’d probably eat it.” He said. I nodded against his back and we settled into a comfortable silence. “You know you’re the first person I’ve told that to.” Elwood mumbled. I kissed his shoulder. “I know we joke about it but I’m much more comfortable around you. I know you well. And you know me well.” I nodded as I pulled away to put the soup in a bowl.

“true.” I said as I headed for the living room. Elwood was right behind me as I sat down to eat. “And you know exactly how to make me feel better.” Elwood looked up at me, chewing thoughtfully.

“so you are feeling better now?” He asked. I nodded.

“yeah.” I confirmed. “I like the sitting and talking about personal stuff. Don’t know why but it makes me feel better. Like I’m getting to know you.” Elwood smiled at me as he reached over and squeezed my knee. “So tell me something. Anything. What’s something about you Jake doesn’t even know?” Elwood laughed, head thrown back and smile bright.

“wouldn’t you wanna know.” He laughed. I smiled at him as he shook his head in thought. “Ok. Well there was this time….” I listened to him with a smile on my face, feeling better than I had in weeks.

[prismaticpichu]

In honor of it being Friday, what kind of stuff would Zack and Sephiroth get up to on Friday nights?

Yesss!!! The beans on Fridayyyyyyy! 💙💚 Excellent question!!!!

~

Zack’s Recorded List of Seph-i-Rocking Things He & Seph Have Done on Fridays!

• Movie Theater Theatrics - Aka, Zack really wanted his bud to experience an epic flick on the big screen, and so he took Sephiroth to the local Midgar cinema with the persuasion of popcorn and icees. What neither didn’t realize was that it was a local Silver Elite get together, that just so happened to be having their fun at the same exact showing time. This resulted in every seat of the auditorium being taken by a raging fanatic - four of whom tried to steal Seph’s popcorn to sell it, eight of whom tried to steal Seph’s icee straw, and 30 of whom tried to steal Zack’s seat to sit next to him. When one ended up spilling Zack’s candy amid the mayhem, Sephiroth proceeded to cast a mastered Sleep on the entire room (minus Zack). They then enjoyed the film in peace <3

• Laser Tag Tumult - Aka, Zack wanted his bud to experience the thrilling rush of adrenaline that was a game of lasar tag, and so he took Seph to the local laser attack arena for some fun. What neither didn’t realize was that it was that a birthday party for an eight year old had also been booked there at the same exact night. This resulted in Zack & Seph being put on separate teams, each armed with a platoon of vicious, cake-fueled third graders on their side. Only problem was that the kids on Zack’s side were so petrified to play against Sephiroth that they wouldn’t leave the safety spot of their home base. In a moment of quick and compassionate thinking, Zack got his little team into a huddle, proceeding to whisper to him all the adorable things he had seen Sephiroth do: fall asleep on the couch wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, slurping up ramen, and the way he gave the warmest and most loving hugs when you needed one. The squad was so touched and amused that they proceeded to storm Sephiroth’s team - and the game was ON - Zack’s little battalion intoning “General Squishy” all the while.

• Night Club Clatter - Aka, Zack wanted his bud to experience the classic weekend experience when he was in his prime, and so he took Seph to Midgar’s local night club - The Bombed Squad. Zack promised to never leave his friend’s side, sitting next to him at the bar as music exploded all around them, for one unbothered by swarming fanatics as Sephiroth had the foresight to dress up this time. But what couldn’t plague Seph with autograph requests and photos was instead replaced by the erupting music and flashing lights. He sat at the bar, shaking in his arms, enhanced hearing making everything all the more potent. Seeing this, Zack asked his friend if they wanted to leave, rubbing his pal’s back in a gesture of comfort. Seph said yes. HOWEVER—as they were about to dip, Sephiroth’s all-time favorite song came on, and the anxiety melted away into amusement and fun as Zack pulled him to the dance floor to have one of the best night of their lives. (It was also the first time Zack ever saw Seph get the least bit tipsy.)

• Bowling Bash - Aka, Zack wanted his bud to experience the thrill of sporty completion, and so he took a disguised Seph to the local bowling alley for some good-hearted rivalry. All was going well as they got their shoes and picked their lane, the establishment bustling with the perfect blend of energy and breathability. Zack decided to go first; he picked up a ball, raced across the lane, and bowled the thing with all his might. A clean 9/10! Zack cheered as he turned back to his clapping friend, playfully teasing for him to do better. Sephiroth happily accepted the challenge. Stepping up to the lane, his own shiny sphere in hand, he wound his arm back as the man prepared to bowl; aiming, focusing, releaSING—SMASSHHHHHH! And there went the bowling lane, gone in an instant, the floor having imploded from the sheer weight of the warrior’s alien-jacked strength. The rest of the night was spent at a local pizza parlors, hopping from one place to the next as they continued to run away from the manager. The duo couldn’t stop laughing when they returned home - the hardest Zack had ever seen his best friend laugh <3

• The Classic - Aka, Zack wanted his bud to do what he wanted to do one Friday night, and so the two SOLDIERs found themselves on Sephiroth’s couch amidst a peaceful and personal quiet. Nothing but talking; nothing but sharing stories, ordering in food, laughing, playing board games, and rocking at multiplayer video games Zack had long brought over from his apartment. He may have fun outside, but nothing really meant more to Sephiroth than being able to spend relaxing time with Zack <333

[words-for-cat-bracket]

round 4 - week 2 - 2 of 4

brought to you by: gizmo

猫 (chinese) vs kitku (polish)

info and propawganda under the cut!

猫 (māo) /mɑu̯˥/

It sounds like Meow! Also, Cantonese is a really cool language (that I can definitely not pronounce sadly)

Little ears and a tail 🥺

sounds like meow

BRO ITSLITERALLY THE CAT SOUND IRS LITERLALY WHEN A CAT GOES "MOW" ANNSJSYSSHSHSHH

Because it sounds like a cat <3

It sounds like the sound cats make.

māo sounds like the sound a cat makes

this word reads as "māo".

real pokemon moment. we chinese really saw a cat, asked it what it wanted to be named as, and then called it that. we even kept the same intonation (the dash over the a) to ensure that everyone else who knew chinese would talk to the cat in the exact same way the cat called to us.

it's got 3 radicals; the left (犭) for quadruped animal, the cap (艹) for grass, and the base (田) for field, like rice fields. that's basically the whole backstory of how we saw and met the cat. the kitty really was just coming in from the grass on his 4 lil paws to our field and introduced themselves as mao. ily cat

if you read the cap and base section only it looks like a cat's face and ears.

every time you want to write the word cat you have to draw them!!! wont you think of a lil babey kitty while drawing them? isn't it beautiful how every time we wanted to write cat in chinese we took the time to depict a cat? decided everyone should know how or what a cat looks like and devoted our time of remembrance to just a leetol creeture?

because it's literally onomatopoeic. the cat is named after the sound it makes (which is so cute)

simple, cute, direct, just like cat

It sounds like a cat sound, and also just really nice. If you interpret the radicals in the unintended way I'm deciding to, the leftmost bit of the character could look like a cat scratching their back on a fencepost behind them, or something. Overall, it is a very cat word

it sounds like cat sounds (cute) and its easy for me to remember as a chinese novice bc it has the same radical as dog and is easy to draw

sounds like the noise cats make. cute

猫 as a character is peak cat! It's been a while since I've been in Chinese school, so bear with me, but the left side uses the claw symbol, which shows it's an animal, and the right side (苗, pronounced miáo) helps explain its pronunciation. 苗 specifically means something along the lines of seedling/young/descendant and isn't really depictive of what it means, but when I was younger, I thought it looked a little like a cat with little ears and whiskers as well. (Chinese cats say "喵" (miāo) which ties back to the 苗 symbol as well!) Also, 猫 "māo" is kind of pronounced like a meow, which I think should give it bonus points. Overall, 猫 is the peak word for cat! :3

you cannot tell me they are not the perfect word for a kitty cat. they came up to us and introduced themselves, so we decided to call them by the name they call themselves, and in mandarin, we call them "little māo" because they are our little meow meows!! they are our babies!! also chinese is Ancient. our writing system goes back like 4000 years!! and we are still using it! i admit we probably weren't calling them 貓 for all these 4000 years but respect your elders! /lh

kitku - no IPA provided

diversity for the win! kitku will devour everything

[gu6chan]

nahhh the euphoria animated adaption is SHIIIIT. bad animation, voice lines I’m 90% sure at least some of them have been lifted right from the game, NO hot latex lady, and the True Route is wrapped up SUPER quick. solid 4/10 for most, 0/10 from me due to aforementioned lack of best girl

Initially sent: 18/05 at 16:40 First things first, I wanna give you a nickname, can I call you latex-anon? :3< That sounds kinda lewd in a way that might be a bit personal for you though, so maybe I could call you euphorianon instead... Or if you have a different nickname you'd like to use, please lemme know, I'm all ears 👀 im very fond of you, looking over and chatting over my first glance into this rabbithole!!!!! lol Also, pardon the fact I haven't gotten to your previous ask from this morning, I will answer it!! I thought this would be more relevant to grab real quick because i just saw this one coming back after pausing like... 4 minutes into the second episode to comment specifically about the animation and how Rika actually looks like an improvement to her VN design where Natsuki is a slight improvement, Rinne and Nemu are more or less standard of what I'd expect from an adaptational form (Not on par with the VN by merit they have to optimize designs specifically for the sake of animation, but they're still faithful enough! I like Rinne in particular, and am sort of 50/50 on the choice to give her slight expressional changes in the adaptation! It's cute to see and I enjoy it, but at the same time I dunno if it adds or takes away from her character.... hm 🤔) miyako was also so cute for the literal 30 seconds we got to see of her!!!! the animators couldnt save her from the story but they gave her their good graces at least 😭😭

but then there's specifically.... kanae? i wanted to talk about???? She's not terrible, ofc, but compared to the others Kanae is relatively REALLY off-model in a VERY noticeable way that kinda took me off guard when i first saw her skdghjsdjkh i think its the fact the hairs not as fluffy (it also looks shorter?) and she doesn't have those same babydoll eyes? which is a shame bc that's what made her design so cute to me in the vn :,) I'll have to run a comparison when im done with this but i'm like 90% sure that's it lmao I kinda expected it to rush through the plot if not diverge away from it entirely (which im lowkey hoping for tbh, this could get me shot but anime divergences like that have always been very enjoyable for me lol) since there's no way in HELL theyre going to fully adapt a 30-35 hour visual novel whose complete story is dispersed through 3 majorly different routes without taking some shortcuts lol, though that's okay!! If I wanted the story that's what the VN is for, this is mostly just because I enjoyed the vn and want to see cute girls get tortured in a different medium now lmao I can't speak too much on the animation quality in particular mostly because a majority of hentai I've ever watched were like.... from the 90's to the very early 2000's? (I watched one from 2013 and one from 2007. that's literally it i can count them on my fingers) so it's funny the animation quality gets brought up because the bar is so far into the dirt for me that i admit i was awed by euphoria's animation quality in particular 😭 I KNOW THERE ARE SCENES WHERE I CAN HEAR THE BUDGET LITERALLY SCREAMING FOR MERCY BUT COMPARED TO EVERYTHING ELSE IM JUST LIKE "oh my god those are consistent jiggle psychics and the thrusting animations are more than 2 frames.......... holy shit" But I'm so glad you mentioned the thing about the voice lines!!!! I'm assuming they rehired the VAs for the characters??? So that might just be part of it but LITERALLY that was my first thought too i was literally like "did.... they just copy the voice lines from the vn???" because maybe it is just the voice similarities, but i SWEAR ive heard that exact intonation before.... idk how i feel about it tbh its uncanny but i AM glad the voices aren't too different (And Rika in particular was noticeably less obnoxious sounding lmao) I figured the lady in black wouldn't be there, which is a SHAME, but i kinda figured with the condensation they'd have to do it was inevitable.... 😔 there's just no winning, huh.... At the very least, Episode 6's thumbnail DID show Rinne's cultist look so we (or I?) have that at least? God I hope There's a couple budding thoughts I have about Keisuke's characterisation in the anime vs. the VN, but I'll wait till I'm done before I say anything in half-confidence. lol I also really like the soundtrack. That piano.....

All in all, thanks for the thoughts!! I'll be looking forward to keeping updates as I watch on. :)

[anticanonsposts]

Lunar Embrace-Chapter 5

cw: fem pronouns used, NSFW-mdni

wc: 2,033

Waking up suddenly with a big inhale, it took König a moment to reacquaint himself with his surroundings. Not because of where he was, he knew that, but the smell that filled his nostrils. Was sweet and rich, then he remembered who had laid in his bed the previous night and his cheeks flushed a bit. He looked around and noticed the stack of pillows for his ankle, the water next his bed, and the pile of blankets sitting next to him that must have been put there by y/n. 

Shamefully, these kind actions mixed with her strong scent all went right to his crotch, where he felt a growing hard on forming. He tried to calm himself down, but then of course that second she sautered her way through the doorway of his room asking if he was alright. 

He was mortified but it was just too much for his now healed senses to take in. Her plump, soft form in his room, with warm skin, her beautiful fucking eyes, and the kind intonation of her words. It was driving him crazy and mouth agape, she stared back at him with her eyebrows raised slightly, clearly she had asked him a question. 

“I’m sorry, what was that?” he said, trying to clear his throat as he did. 

“I just asked if you were feeling better," she said. 

“Oh yes, thank you again for everything you did.” he says as he starts to get up. Which makes her immediately rush over to try to settle him, but to her surprise he gets up with no trouble.

“Here let me see your leg,” she says before kneeling in front of him which did nothing but worsen the problem in his pants. Praying that she didn’t notice he told her that he was feeling a lot better and that the wounds looked worse than they were. 

She stands back up giving him a small smile, but still wondering how this was possible. She tended to wounds all the time, she knew what an injured ankle looked like, and how long it should take to heal. But here he was, standing strong as if he slept it all off. 

Still looking puzzled, he says “Would you mind talking to me for a minute?” while pulling her down to sit on the bed next to him, and she gives him a small nod in return. 

“Why did you bring me these gifts? Was this a friendly gesture? Or?” he starts but immediately starts kicking himself. Because based on the scared look she was giving him, his tone clearly made him sound annoyed and unappreciative. “I-I’m sorry, what I mean is if this was more than a friendly gesture, I am more than relieved. I always noticed you at the market every week, and you’re just so pretty, and kind, and smart I figured you already had a few suitors lined up-” he kept rambling but he was cut off by her lips pressing against his. As well as a soft hand gently holding the side of his face and the other bracing herself against his chest. 

He freezes, feeling the way she is touching him, how soft her lips feel against his. Y/n notices this and pulls away, and starts to say, “I’m sorry I just-” which is returned by a small ‘uh uh’ from König as he pulls her lips back to his, already infatuated with how she feels against him.

Their kisses start out gentle, but get more desperate as their hands start to wander. His round her waist, and hers now both against his chest. Finally they pull away gasping for air, and she says, “I assure you, I did this for more than friendship. I always saw you at the market, so skilled, so handsome, and I thought that you surely had someone waiting for you at home” she giggled. 

And they just rested against each other, the tension of feelings between the two finally having been broken, each understanding that they felt the exact same way. 

However this interaction was only making it harder for König to keep his thoughts in check, as well as those of his dick, which was now harder than ever and there was no way that y/n did not notice it. Surely enough, after about 5 seconds her eyes, now with a sultry look drifted from his crotch up to his eyes, a small down turned smile gracing her lips. 

“O-Ok listen, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable, or feel like you have any obligation to-,” König nervously starts to rumble before being cut off by her lips and pushing herself against him. Now laying down with her straddling on top of him, she pulls away from his mouth once more and starts to ask permission to continue, and he gives a fervent nod, pressing his chest against hers once more. 

“Please just tell me if you don’t like something or want to stop ok?” She says trailing kisses down his jaw and neck, he is only able to choke out a small ‘you too’ before groaning as y/n moved her clothed crotch against his, making the poor man strain against his pants even more. 

The next few minutes go by in a blur as each of them are desperately grabbing and pulling clothes, greedy to expose each other. When they finally pull back, now both being completely bare, König’s eyes are glued to y/n’s chest. How beautiful and plump her breasts are, her perky nipples and how soft they look. 

Seeing his enamored looks, y/n giggles and pulls his hands up to close around them. Admittedly he was not the most experienced man, however he knew what to do to make a partner feel good. He gently kneaded her boobs, slightly tweaking each nipple between two of his big fingers, earning a grown from her. 

“I want you König” she finally says with the most fervent eye contact he has ever had with someone. Before he can react she slinks her way down between his legs, and before he can tell her that it's ok, or that she doesn't need to do anything for him her mouth touches him. If heaven was any better, König doesn’t think he could handle it. Feeling her soft, velvety lips and tongue dance across his dick, teasing everywhere but the head, made him whine her name and plead for more. She quickly obliged and took his head in her mouth, sucking softly while using her spit to jerk the rest of him off. She started to take more and more of him in her mouth, gagging herself slightly. 

He couldn’t deny that it felt amazing but he didn’t want their first time to be all about him. So he gently pulled her mouth off of him before placing a sloppy kiss on her mouth. Then in one swoop he moved her onto her back and placed himself between her legs. 

Although she was confident with her actions, y/n still could not believe what was happening. That she was actually doing this with König, someone she had been pinning over for the better part of a year. Someone who filled her mind when she was alone with her carnal desires and her fingers. But the real thing was so much better. 

“I don’t want to hurt you, so I’m gonna use my mouth and fingers on you first if thats ok?” König asks softly, earning a frantic nod from y/n. He immediately gets to work by circling his tongue around her throbbing clit and humming against her as she moans. 

This is the next step up to what they were doing before, König thinks to himself, already becoming drunk on her taste and sweet noises coming from her perfect lips. He then takes his middle and ring finger and gently prods at her entrance, slowly opening her up, stretching her around fingers that are enormous compared to hers. He continues this dual strike on her pussy until he hears her moans get higher and higher, and her walls start to clench around his fingers. She lets out pleas for him to keep going, saying this is the best she’s ever felt, how amazing he was, how good his body felt inside of her. 

“Cum for me, please” is all he has to say before she is spasming and spilling around him. Lapping everything up as if she is an oasis in the middle of a desert with the only water he had ever seen. Slowly he removes himself as she comes down from her high, still nearly hyperventilating and gasping for air. 

Now it was her turn to be insistent. She sits up and gently pushes him down and once again straddles herself on top of him. 

Grabbing the base of his dick, before continuing she asks, “Do you want to keep going?” which earns a desperate and enthusiastic of course and please from the behemoth man under her. 

She lines herself up with his head and slowly eases her slightly stretched out walls around him until both of their pelvises are pressed against each other. She goes to move, but he gently grabs her forearm to make sure she is not moving too quickly and is truly ready to start moving. This earns him a smile and quick peck before she starts gliding herself up and down his body. 

“Oh my god, y/n. Fuck, please, pleease” König says, repeating those words over and over again, as she picks up speed riding him. 

“Oh fuck, you’re so big König, you’re stretching me so fucking well” y/n whines with her hands braced against his chest moving herself up and down. König never knew the mouth that this kind girl from the market had on her, and it just made him even drunk on her warmth. Their two bodies writhed against each other for what seemed like an unending, blissful eternity, until König noticed y/n’s hips start to flutter.

Gently he pulled her closer to his chest, now with her hands braced on either side of his head, “I want you to cum around me ok, but let me, I want you to relax.” he whispers, receiving a gasping ‘mmmhmmm’ and a nod from her. Quickly, he snakes one of his hands around the small of her back and the other to where their bodies meet, and starts rubbing on her small bundle of nerves while he continues to fuck up into her. 

“Oh fuck König right there, right there, please, oh my god.” she exclaims, resting her forehead against his. “Please make me cum, please. And please cum with me, cum in me, cum in me König” she gasps, and before he can question, she again says, “Please, König, please, I want it, I want to feel you cum inside of me, please.” which is the last she is able to get out before she completely closes her eyes. 

Y/n’s eyes now completely rolling into the back of her head, seeing stars, and barely being able to keep a grip on reality, she cums. Clenching around him, making him feel better than he ever had before, he explodes inside of her. Both of them let out a slew of groans, moans, gasps, and pleas to the other. Slowly König stops his movements and pulls her chin to his and gives her a chaste kiss, pulling away they both continue to gasp into each other. Chests still pressed against one another moving in opposite synch, each attempting to catch their breath. 

Then, y/n completely pulls him out of her and she collapses on the bed beside him. Very shortly however, he is pulling them both onto their sides so he can gaze at her perfect flushed face as she finally manages to catch her breath. 

No words are spoken between the two, only soft looks, smiles, and a laugh that makes them move closer together, and an almost strange understanding between the two. That what just happened was quite literally one of the best experiences each of them had ever had, and that they wanted nothing more than more of each other. 

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What‘s the origin of your blog title?

It’s a little complicated. It’s a nickname that stems from my name. My name is Josie and my friends went from calling me Josefa to José, then Joe, then Josemann and then it became Hosemann, Hosenmann, Hose and now its Hosi :). (“Hose“ means “pants" in German and “Mann“ means “man“. Which is funny considering I‘m a woman 😎)

OTP(s)+ shipnames(s):

I‘m a shameless selfshipper. What can I say. Sevika x reader? I love to see it. I love to ship myself with Sevika and Ambessa as a poly ship. And I ship Sevika and Ambessa as well. I also ship MelJayVik because honestly, these three are perfect for each other and I LOVE it. Not a fan of caitvi since season two anymore, unfortunately…

Favourite color:

All kinds of purple but especially lavender. I like red and light pink, too.

Song stuck in your head:

There are a lot! Apple by CharlieXCX, Defying Gravity, Popular, Abracadabra and Disease by Lady Gaga.

Weirdest habit/trait:

I sit in childs pose (Pilates) on the literal edge of my bed scrolling on my phone, almost sliding off. Yeah. Thats comfortable to me. Can you tell I have autism/ADHD?

Hobbies:

I have been reading a lot, YES, BOOKS TOO, NOT ONLY “x reader“ SMUT! I play video games from time to time. Right now I‘m playing tomodachi life, hoping that with the new release they will add lesbians.

If you work, what's your profession?

I‘m an acting student 5th semester. Only one more to go! 😎 I hope I‘ll be able to perform on stage or be on front of the camera or do musicals or voice acting or… Honestly, I wanna do EVERYTHING.

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be?

Musical Actress! I love love LOVE singing! And dancing is becoming fun, too.

Something you're good at:

Singing and acting. I‘m getting better at dancing. I‘m good at cooking nice meals out of leftover ingredients.

Something you hate:

Men. Cishet men. The rich. Capitalism. The industry. The way democracy is getting rid of itself right now everywhere in the world. The way men still want to control women’s bodies. The racism, homophobia and transphobia that is on the rise right now. And the people who choose to look away.

Something you collect:

Trauma. Jkjk… I‘m collecting books right now, theatre plays to be exact.

Something you forget:

I don’t forget a lot anymore, I just lose things sometimes. Because of my ADHD I force myself to think about the things I have to do all the time so I don’t forget about them.

What's your love language:

Headbutting people like a cat, making weird ass sounds “mah“ “BAH!!“, physical touch I guess and words of affirmation.

Favourite movie/show:

Right now it’s Arcane. The voice acting is darn good. I‘m a huge fan of Ambessa’s voice actress. She has an interesting intonation style that makes her voice acting stand out from the rest without being unnatural. That is pure excellence!

Favourite food:

Ramen, I love me a good soup! Sushi, too, and cake. Red velvet cake, love of my life.

Favourite animal:

Cheetahs. People tell me a lot that I remind them of a cheetah. I also love parrots and other kinds of birds, fish are fun, too.

What were you like as a child:

My mom used to call me Rambo… I was very hyperactive and reckless, jumping off high places and branches or doing literal stunts.

Favourite subject at school:

English, any art class, German, history…

Least favourite subject:

Physics, but only because my teacher was a menace.

What's your best character trait?

Ambition, resilience, hard working, good humor I guess.

What's your worst character trait?

Choleric, cynical, impatient, I also panic quickly. I don’t know how to rest. If there is work I can do, I‘ll do it. I don’t know how to stop and work myself to the bone sometimes.

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be?

If only I had more money, I would like to afford a peaceful apartment where I can rest and feel comfortable. And I want to start working in my business. And I would love to have time for a proper social life.