#i can imagine and think of nice good things though...

[them-faetale]

Yes, OP knows more about anarchism than the average bear, but their reasoning is faulty and shows up some common misconceptions around anarchism - and shows that they have been exposed to a lot of self-proclaimed anarchists who have sucked at thinking through or explaining the philosophy.

No hate to OP here - there are a lot of crappy anarchists, a lot of ways to interpret anarchism, and plenty of reasons to not support it that are perfectly valid and reasonable.

But the main critiques here are just pretty rubbish, and I believe have been addressed by a lot of existing anarchist discourse, so I'm sad to see them being rolled around this hellsite like this.

Their initial statement has so many issues, but the fundamental one is not actually that they are saying "in a non-anarchist world things were shit so I think they would be shit in an anarchist world" (though they do seem to be saying that). It's not even that they are comparing oranges to apples by saying that in the past people did shitty things, so in the future they would also do them.

No, it's that there seems to be a lack of consideration for *why* people did the things they did. And this is actually at the core of many misunderstandings of what anarchist philosophy believes.

(It's also reflected in the comment about how tribal cultures have wars and hierarchies; that seems to be a refutation of a commonly rolled-out, but poorly considered argument a lot of newbie anarchists use to argue that anarchism is somehow innate or culturally ancient. Which is a daft thing to argue, IMO, and only undermines serious consideration of anarchism.

There have been anarchists in the past, and there may even have been cultures that were recognisably anarchist in prehistory or in tribal situations - but to argue that anarchism is good because it's somehow our "natural state" is garbage. Don't appeal to nature, that's a fallacy, and irrelevant.)

But here's the bit that scraggles me up the wrong way - the anarchist does not believe that anarchy would work because every human is good and kind. It is not a world view that relies on people being nice.

It is a worldview that relies on people acting in their own interests, but the big change is that people need to understand that those self-interests are mutually interdependent on the self-interests of everyone else in their community.

People didn't fail to build ramps and accessible buildings because they are unkind, they did it because they had a monetary and social incentive to build things that uphold a status quo, an exclusionary culture, etc. The point of anarchism is not to just remove hierarchy and leave people to be dicks to each other. It's to break down hierarchy and help each other understand everyone else better, while removing incentives to be mean, shitty and competitive.

The removal of incentives is unarguably the most difficult bit, and you can debate all day about whether it can even be done. But it's a flimsy argument to say that a world where people where incentivised to be shitty produced shitty results, so you don't trust people to not be shitty when those incentives are removed.

There is evidence that people are generally kind and mutually supportive in situations where incentives to be shitty are removed. Emergency situations, situations of plenty, etc. There is also evidence that the reasons why people maintain their shittiness even these situations, all come from trauma from the prior world of crap incentives.

The criticisms of some anarchists ideas of political structure and justice are absolutely valid, though. Some of y'all are too trapped in existing ways of thinking to imagine a justice system that isn't punitive, or a political structure that is actually voluntary and non-hierarchical. Expand your minds, ye fucknuggets.

So yeah, much love to OP, I don't expect this to convert anyone to anarchism, but I hope that some folks who read this and were thinking that people are inherently shitty because of the shitty past can rethink that assumption a bit.

The reason I’m not an anarchist is that in the centuries before the Americans with disabilities act people could have all installed safe wheelchair ramps in all of their buildings and they didn’t.

If you’re trying to make a system that relies on people being nice I’m not gonna go with it.

[chenlezip]

drunken love confessions by dreamies

⤷ summary : drunk texts/voicemails/etc you receive.. to see drunk nct dream accidentally (not) confessing their love to you.

warning : a little suggestive for jenos.

𓂃 annas note : i mixed this idea and some prompts i’ve got written down to do this. hopefully you guys enjoy!! :3 it was fun writing.

MARK LEE :

you received 1 new voice message: today, 2:30am.

you open your voicemail and see that mark had left you one. you were a little confused and a bit worried but you put it on speaker as it played. all you could hear was some loud music blasting and marks voice over the top of it, his words slurred. you shake your head, ‘oh god.. i can only imagine what this is going to be.’

“i can’t believe you didn’t pick up ynnie.. missed you so much today, you know? i don’t know, there’s something about the vibe when you’re not here like it’s just not as lively as it usually is. maybe that’s just me. haha. um- uh- i really don’t know what to say because i expected you to pick up but i do realise it’s late so i apologise about that, i lost track of time there haha.. well, me and the boys went out drinking and.. maybe i had a little more than i expected but like, i wanted to relax, you know? wind down a bit. i was going to say something but i forgot-“ he got cut off by another males voice, sounded like jeno, “he was going to admit he likes you~” and then you heard a loud slap. “jeno!!” mark whined. “god anyway, yes i was going to confess to you. i just.. these past couple of months, they’ve been great you know, we’ve been hanging out a lot more and personally i feel we’re growing to be more than friends hahaha.. i really do like you, no scratch that, i think i love you. i like.. love you more than anyone else i’ve ever done before in my life. it’s crazy- haha- you know when you’re in love? you just feel so different like a changed man.. well maybe not a changed man but you know what i mean, right? i just feel like ive become a better person with you by my side and i really-“ dial tone.

and the voicemail was over. you just chuckled to yourself, fanning your cheeks as you felt yourself grinning just a little too much at his cute confession. you’ll text him about it shortly - for now, you need to calm down your racing heart.

HUANG RENJUN :

you received 2 new voice messages: today, 1:27am.

“mmmm… ynnie? ah, you didn’t pick up. it’s okay, i’ll leave you a voicemail. so.. um, it was really nice seeing you before! i’m so sad you had to leave so early though, we were just getting so settled with one another and the others stopped teasing me for a bit.. they’re back to it now because i look like a ‘kicked puppy’ apparently without you here. maybe i feel that way because i miss you.. i miss your company already please come back!~ anyway what i wanted to call about was.. godddd, why are you so stupid? huh? so so stupid and so blind to not see what i was trying to do with you. i thought you’d be able to but you’re so oblivious all the time.. i bet you’re like, huh? with that cute tone of yours and the way you tilt your head.. ahh..~ what i mean is, that.. that i’m so in love with you. with everything about you. from your perfect tone of voice, your beautiful eyes that shine when you see something that you like, the way you look up at me, the way you dress, your personality.. it’s so hard not to fall for someone as perfect as you..”

next voicemail.

“shit i got cut off- but anyway, you know like.. i hope you reciprocate my feelings but- but if you don’t it’s okay, we can just pretend like this never happened and go back to the way things were. i don’t want to make you uncomfortable but i fear i might’ve and oh god— hold on, jisung doesn’t look so good.”

LEE JENO :

LEE HAECHAN :

haechan's voice was the only thing ringing through your ears at this moment in time, the dimly lit room and on goers to the party soon fading into the background. he was out of his mind- flushed cheeks, unfocused eyes and a lazy grin that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"you live in my head and my heart, can't you see that?" his words are slurred but the desperation in his voice was unmistakable. your breath caught in your throat, "haechan, you're drunk." you claim.

he scoffed and ran a frustrated hand through already messy hair, "yeah? so what. doesn't make it any less true." his gaze locked onto yours, raw and pleading. "you're always here." he tapped his temple. "and here," his hand clutched at his chest. "i don't know how to make you see it."

the weight of his confession pressed between you, heavier than the alcohol in his system. what were you supposed to say?

NA JAEMIN :

ZHONG CHENLE :

you received one new voice message, today at 7:00pm .

"you know.. you should’ve said it earlier, idiot. i love you, can’t you see? i can’t believe you waited until you got out of my car to say that just so you could run off. you’re lucky you’re cute. meet me tomorrow at the restaurant, ‘kay? you know which one i’m on about and dress nicely. i’ll treat you like you deserve alright.” he says to you on the other line. you couldn’t help but fight back a small smile coming onto your lips, of course chenle would say that.

PARK JISUNG :

you and jisung had spent the whole day together, gaming and having a laugh, shared cuddles and looks that were definitely more than platonic. everyone around you guys had told you that there’s no way you’re both just friends, there’s some tension and you didn’t realise that until now. when you look up at jisung after cuddling on his chest, you notice him focusing his gaze on the tv, biting back a smile as he can sense your eyes on him. your heart jumps in your chest. shit. was it just the alcohol you both had drunk 2 hours ago or was it your feelings? maybe the second option. for sure.

“hey, yn, can i say something to you?” jisung mumbled as he finally looked down at you, you just hum in response. he lets out a deep sigh and bites his lip, “um.. well, i’m head over heels for you. you deserve to know and im sorry i’m only telling you this now. i can’t hide it anymore, i really can’t do it. i love you. a lot. and i-“ you didn’t let him finish, pressing a hard kiss to his lips as he melts into it with a groan.

[erwinsvow]

Okay okay it doesn’t make sense within the context of the show but shhhh

Arranged marriage with pope.

Please hear me out. He’s so awkward and off putting and you’re so nice and innocent. Everyone is scared for you because well… look at him. But pope is just so obsessed with you. Staring at you 24/7. He touches you because he can. I imagine him trying so hard to delicately brush hair out of your face to be romantic but he just kinda ends up looking like the terminator

you have truly appealed to my ancestral roots. how did you know arranged marriage is my favorite thing in the world. there is really no canon context in the show where this makes sense but youre right, we are rolling with it because that is what i am here for. it'd have to be some sort of business transaction/deal with some other family... definitely some family that does not care about you and very old schooly decides to trade you away in order to get the codys to do jobs maybe... or a really big job where they can't have anyone snitching on them so the traditional way to go about it is to tie the deal with marriage.. idk. unnecessary context! the real answer here is just as you said—hulking, lumbering season four jacked andrew. there's no real 'wedding' which he doesn't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. it has to be him because duh he's the oldest. they probably try to get j to do it after a brief moment of thinking maybe it's not the best idea to give pope a wife but i think i could imagine j spinning it around and convincing the others it would be the best for andrew because it'd be stable and whatnot. i think andrew assumes you'd be some bad-tempered spoiled child of criminals like his own family. gets very uneasy at first seeing how quiet you are and how you can't meet his eyes and just little things that tell him you were not what he was picturing at all. maybe you made dessert for everyone and help clean the table after eating and while everyone's talking you just go start washing dishes to escape the conversation. and he'd already be in there cleaning so maybe you both realize you were very mistaken about the other. i like that a lot! i loooove arranged marriage aus gaaah. the niceness and innocence only grows. maybe you two get to see each other a few times before going to town hall to sign papers—you wear a white skirt with a pretty top but he was really itching to see you in a white dress. it's okay though, once you two are married he envisions a future where he can get you whatever you want in the security of your home with him. everyone's cracking jokes about you and him but he has a new mission in life now, which is protecting his wife. i imagine he takes it very very seriously. i can imagine reader being very very nervous and not sure what andrew's personality is really like because she hasn't heard the best things. mean taunts about how her new husband is a beast and she'll be lucky to stay in one piece. i mean you have to consider his reputation to outsiders too. he's just a big softie inside though once he trusts her and i think he innately does since they're bonded together now.

fondness has to grow and fear has to leave before anything happens. you unlearn flinching when you turn around to find him waiting for you already, realize how much he cares about you when he comes home with something you had mentioned in passing yesterday. and since there's a new small home for you both, he tells you to decorate it how you'd like and helps you with house hold things like putting up curtains and moving furniture to lay down a rug. just very cutesy domestic life. i think it would soften you both up a lot. and also i think he wouldn't sleep with you right away, even if you were open to it. he sees it as something more special than that since you two are married. in fact i imagine a month in, after lingering touches and lots of staring (all the time, when he's supposed to be laying out the rug he stops since he got to where you're standing and gets distracted by your legs and your hand hovering and especially distracted when he sees the wedding band on your ring finger. in the store when you're holding up two options asking him to pick his favorite, doesn't answer just keeps staring. when you're washing dishes and ask him to bring you his coffee cup and he just stares realizing this is how domestic bliss feels) anyways after a month of that and andrew trying to be a cutesy husband but it's more of an endearing sort of awkward (let's be real, would this not work on you?? it would on me) i think you'd be begging for it (you've been begging for it since the first week when you saw how big his arms get when he's lifting something for you and how veiny they are at night when you fall asleep next to each other) and only then would he complete his duties as a husband. alternatively, the entire house is so cute and set up now and it just feels like a home and you two have a routine and you feel like a real husband and wife and now with everything in place he finally feels ready to give you a baby because isn't that the point of marriage after all <3

[martybaker]

Helping hand

So the ideas behind this were:

1. jayvik would be soo bad at a fwb relationship literally from the get go (especially Jayce)

2. in this au Jayce has some holdbacks about using his strength in bed and Viktor would have to teach him that sometimes pain can be good (I don’t go there yet in this ficlet but the groundwork is laid).

I guess I should also say, dom viktor sub jayce dynamics.

Enjoy ~

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Jayce pushes himself away from the table, running his hands through his hair. “It doesn’t make any sense. I am nearly there, I can feel it, but I cannot seem to grasp the solution. I’ve been stuck on this damn thing for two stupid weeks now.”

Viktor, who’s busy calibrating their new prototype, hums pensievely. “Are you sure the problem is the problem, or are you the problem?”

Jayce looks at him with hurt puppy eyes. “You think I can’t crack it?”

Viktor snorts. “Of course you can. You’re the smartest man I know, with the humble exception of myself of course.”

“Of course,” Jayce says, smiling, relaxing his shoulders.

“What I meant,” Viktor says in his slow cadence, still focused on tightening the screws on the prototype, “is that you might be running on fumes. Even the brilliant device that is the human mind needs rest from time to time. How many hours did you sleep last night?”

Jayce snorts. “Oh please. Pot-kettle. How many hours did you sleep?”

Viktor doesn’t rise to the challenge. “Just enough to function properly. Case in point, I’m not the one in danger of becoming bald.”

Jayce reaches for his hair self-consciously. He really has been tugging at it too often lately.

“What would our sponsors say if you showed up to a meeting with not a hair left on that smart head of yours?” Viktor quips without looking away from his task.

Jayce laughs, blushing a little. “Maybe I’d set a new trend.”

It’s…nice. When Viktor calls him smart. He knows he’s not an idiot, that they’re working on something brilliant together, something most of their peers wouldn’t even be able to imagine. They’re pretty much inventing a new branch of science which bends magic to their intentions.

But Jayce has spent years trying to convince people that this research has merit, that he’s not a lunatic.

Even his own mother lost faith in him.

So, yes, it’s nice, to hear the reaffirmation from someone else. From Viktor, who isn’t just doing it to get into his good graces or to secure an investment.

It’s exhilaritang, really, to have a partner who appreciates Jayce even with all his shortcomings. Someone who believes in him and in what they’re creating together.

And even if it would turn out to be lunacy after all, he’s not alone in it. Not anymore.

He doesn’t feel like a smart man now though. Not when he’s looking at those impossible equations.

Jayce sighs and wipes at his face. “I don’t know, I’ve been all, stuck in my head,” he admits. “It’s like I’m in a trance, my thoughts bounce around in my mind, but it’s all hazy, I cannot manage to arrange them in coherent order.”

Viktor hums again. “Maybe you need to go out, blow off some steam. That might clear your head.”

Jayce frowns. “Do you mean, like…”

“Sex, yes. Or do you have a different preferred term for it?” Viktor says, teasing.

Jayce makes a face.

“Ah, of course,” Viktor snaps his fingers as if he just figured out the problem, “Let me put it this way. If the forge doesn’t do it for you anymore, maybe you need to do a different kind of hammering,” he grins, throwing Jayce a look over his shoulder, eyes sparkling. “There, am I speaking your language now?”

“Oh, shut up,” Jayce mutters, ears red.

But Viktor has found his weakness, he has sensed blood and he is coming for another taste of Jayce’s flash.

He shrugs his shoulder. “Maybe you shouldn’t be the one doing the hammering,” he says, twirling a wrench in his hand, “but the one getting hammered, ever considered that?” He frowns. “No, wait, is that the one with alcohol? Eh, whatever, either one might work.”

Jayce splutters. He doesn’t know what his face is doing but it surely isn’t helping with the sensible prude impression he’s giving off.

“Don’t-don’t just say stuff like that,” he mutters.

His composure is taking hit after hit with Viktor talking so flippantly about sex. Jayce is not a prude, nor a blushing virgin, but truth be told he has been taught the traditional gentlemanly ways, drilled into him by his mother.

He vividly remembers the confusion of his fifteen year old self, when he had recently been through a growth spurt, and suddenly schoolmates were intentionally dropping books in his vicinity, reserving seats for him and inviting him to parties. It was all very baffling to be elevated from the sheltered quirky child into a class heartthrob. (Of course, the attentions of his admires waned with each inane theory that came out of his mouth.)

What he also very vividly remembers is sitting in mortified silence through a very thorough lecture about birds and the bees from his mum, a lecture brought on by this recent development, and wishing he’d been anywhere else.

But this was all that was ever said in the Talis household on the topic of sexual intimacy. The lecture about courting etiquette that followed was much easier to swallow.

Jayce thinks this might be the reason why he is rattled by Viktor discussing the topic so plainly now, in broad daylight.

Viktor blinks at him innocently. “Why, does it offend you? I don’t care about your preferences, Jayce, I am just offering suggestions. Trying to be supportive, yes?” He smirks at Jayce, the smirk that always tells Jayce he’s up to no good and whatever is coming next, whatever idea struck his partner, it will be entirely preposterous.

He loves that look. He loves all of Viktor’s mad genius moments. Now with that thrilling look zeroed in on Jayce, it’s sending shivers up his spine, stirring both his excitement and fear.

And he’s right to be afraid.

Because what comes out of Viktor’s mouth next is: “I’d suggest a brothel but perhaps you have finer establishments for that kind of activities up here.”

Jayce balks. “I don’t- I never- I wouldn’t-”

Viktor blinks, feigning nonchalance as he says “What, too crude for your taste? Offends your sensibilities?” But Jayce knows all his tells by now, he catches the minuscule twitch of his eyebrows and the downturned corner of his lip.

“It’s an occupation like any other,” Viktor says, turning away from Jayce. “There are people who enjoy doing it. And some people don’t have a choice. We do what we must.”

Now it’s not the topic but Viktor’s choice of we that shocks Jayce. Does he mean…Did he ever…

He shakes his head. That’s none of his business. And he wouldn’t care anyways.

There is nothing that would make him lose respect for Viktor. Not that he considers prostitution disrespectful. On the opposite, he finds people that make it their living to be gorgeous and confident. And frankly, a little intimidating.

Like Viktor, his mind supplies unhelpfully.

No! Stop! Stop that. That is your friend. Who you respect and admire. He doesn’t deserve to be objectified like that.

Jayce stumbles over his words. “No, I didn’t mean- I mean, I’ve never been. I wouldn’t even know what to do, how to behave, it would be awkward and strange. For me, that is.”

Viktor looks back at him, gaze softer. “Ah. Lacking in the experience department? That is nothing to be ashamed of either,” he adds upon seeing Jayce’s cheeks color in fifty shades of red.

Jayce groans and buries his head in his hands, curling on himself. This conversation couldn’t possibly get more mortifying. Why ever did he brought this up in the first place?

He hears Viktor hum and swivel on his chair.

“Well, since that is not a viable route for you, I guess all we can rely on is your imagination,” he says slowly.

Jayce snorts. “Right. And my own hand. That’s not pathetic at all,” he sighs.

“That’s not what I had in mind,” Viktor mutters.

He’s thinking. He mutters to himself when he’s thinking.

Jayce hears Viktor’s chair creak, then the clack of a cane as he comes closer.

“Sit up, Jayce,” he says, and Jayce obeys with a sigh. When he comes face to face with Viktor he finds his partner is piercing him with his gaze, scrutinizing him like a very intriguing piece of machinery.

Jayce squirms. “Thanks, Viktor, but you don’t have to try to fix my pathetic lack of love life, I am afraid I am a lost cause.”

Viktor’s nose scrunches.

Cute, says Jayce’s brain. Shut up, Jayce commands it.

“We’re not talking about love,” Viktor says dismmisively, “but basic bodily needs that should be met like any other in order to achieve optimal functioning of your mind.”

“Right,” Jayce nods. But to be honest, he isn’t really paying attention anymore because Viktor is standing close, his focus honed in on Jayce instead of the hex gem or the blackboard or their notes, and it’s exhilarating.

It’s been months since Jayce got laid and, the needy man that he is, any attention he gets is thrilling. Especially from a gorgeous person like Viktor.

Viktor scrutinizes him and Jayce feels like he can almost see the theories forming in his partner’s brilliant mind.

Oh but Janna, his eyes are so beautiful up close.

Viktor frowns, pulling back a little, and Jayce’s heart sinks.

“Close your eyes, Jayce,” Viktor says.

Fuck, was he too obvious?

“Uhh, okay.” Jayce does as he’s told. It’s easy to do what Viktor tells him to, he just hopes he did not overstep.

Then there are fingers taking hold of his chin, tipping his head back, and Jayce gasps. “Lean back,” Viktor says.

Jayce does as he’s told. How could he not.

Viktor doesn’t say anything for a moment after that.

“What, uuuh, what are you doing?” Jayce asks, his nerves spiking up.

“Helping,” Viktor says. There is a scraping sound of a chair being pulled close, and next when Viktor speaks, it is right by Jayce’s ear.

“Keep your eyes closed,” he whispers.

Jayce swallows. “Okay.”

There’s a hand. Viktor’s hand. On his chest. Running up, and then down. Then slowly moving to Jayce’s right leg, caressing. This is definitely not how Jayce imagined this day would go.

“Breathe,” Viktor whispers next to his ear, amused, and only then does Jayce realize he’s holding his breath.

He inhales, trying to find a normal breathing rhythm. What is a normal breathing rhythm when your science partner is running his hands over your high strung horny body??

But he must succeed at least a little because Viktor says “Good.”

Jayce whimpers. The praise is heady, flooding his body with hormones and want and desperation.

“Use your imagination, Jayce,” Viktor says. “You can imagine whoever you want. Next to you. Touching you.”

Jayce would laugh if he didn’t fear that what would actually come out of his mouth would be moans. Whoever he wants. When all his mind is capable of thinking about right now is Viktor, Viktor, Viktor.

“Imagine their hand on your thigh,” Viktor says, squeezing Jayce’s thigh, making his breath hitch. “On your neck,” Viktor’s cold hand wraps around Jayce’s neck, thumb under his Adam’s apple. Jayce swallows.

“Admiring you. Desiring you.”

Heavens, that voice is doing things to him.

To be honest, being this desperate, Viktor could be reading a manual and it would get Jayce hard, but this is so, so much better.

“Wanting you,” Viktor whispers, and then his wandering hand caresses over Jayce’s clothed length.

Jayce seizes up, gasping, eyes flying open.

Viktor clucks his tongue in dissapointment and immediately pulls back, leaning away and moving out of Jayce’s orbit, leaving him cold and vulnerable. “I said, eyes closed.”

“No, wait,” Jayce says desperately. “Come back, don’t stop.”

He reaches for Viktor but Viktor catches his hand before it reaches his shoulder, holding it in a vice. “Can you follow instructions or not?” He asks, face stern.

“I can, yes I can, please,” Jayce doesn’t even have it in himself to feel ashamed about the pleading. He needs Viktor’s hands back on his body or he’s going to combust.

“Eyes. Closed,” Viktor says.

Jayce whines but leans back against the chair, closing his eyes.

“Yes, like that.” Viktor leans back in. He places Jayce’s hands on the edges of the chair. “Keep your hands there.”

Jayce nods. Of course. Anything. Anything for Viktor.

Viktor’s hands land back on his thighs, this time both of them. Caressing. Teasing.

“Describe them to me,” Viktor says.

Jayce has no idea what Viktor’s asking. He hums uncertainly.

“Your imaginery paramour. What are they like, Jayce?”

Oh, Janna.

Jayce tries to gather his thoughts into coherenency. “Hair. Messy.”

“Yes?” Viktor prompts, his hands moving higher.

“Lovely. Lovely hands. Eyes…eyes like melted honey.”

Viktor hums, his hand running lightly over Jayce’s clothed erection. This time Jayce keeps his eyes closed but he cannot stop the shiver that runs through his body.

There’s a decision to make here, Jayce vaguely thinks in the depths of his hazy mind. There’s no coming back if they cross this threshold. Viktor’s playing it off as a bodily need, an anonymous encounter that Jayce can color in his mind. But it’s not that. It never could be. It’s Viktor. His Viktor. The most important person in Jayce’s life. He cannot fuck this up.

But then again, perhaps there never was a decision, not really. From the moment Viktor looked at him tonight, from the moment he put his hands on his body, Jayce could never say no to him. He wouldn’t stop him. He doesn’t want to.

“A mole,” Jayce whispers, and he isn’t sure if its his imagination or if Viktor’s hand really spasms.

“Oh?” Viktor says in a carefully neutral tone. “Where?”

“Under his right eye,” Jayce whispers. “On his left earlobe. And-“ he hesitates, then reaches out blindly, finding Viktor’s face, his lips. “Here,” he whispers, placing his thumb on the mole next to them.

Viktor pulls back. Upon losing the contact Jayce immediately opens his eyes again, bereft.

“The instructions were-“ Viktor starts saying but Jayce doesn’t let him finish. Fuck the instructions. This is important, Jayce has to make him understand, Jayce has to make him see.

He clasps Viktor’s upper arms, squeezing, leaning in.

“Don’t. You’re, Viktor you - you’re so hot. You’re so sexy, please, please touch me. I-I want you.”

Janna, how pathetic. How desperate. That couldn’t have been farther from a love confession. It sounded like a bad porn dialogue line. Jayce half wishes the ground would open and swallow him whole.

Viktor blinks at him, taken off guard. Then his lips twitch, slowly lifting into a smile. His cheeks seem a little rosier. “Is that so?” He asks, but the tone doesn’t reach his usual level of cockiness. He sounds pleased. Flattered.

Jayce sighs. “Yes, yes of course. You’re amazing. Viktor, please.” So much for any poetic declarations, it seems this is all Jayce’s brain is capable of tonight.

Viktor pushes Jayce back, who wines at first, thinking for a split second that he’s been rejected, but then Viktor is shushing him and caressing his cheek and Jayce settles. Viktor carefully lifts his right leg up and over Jayce’s knees, grabbing onto his shoulders to pull himself into Jayce’s lap.

As he settles, Jayce’s hands come up to hold his hips, caress his back.

He looks up at Viktor with reverence, with adoration, and this time, Viktor lets him savour the vision in his arms, basking in the attention. At least for a moment, then he smirks again, and covers Jayce’s eyes with his hand.

Jayce groans. “V, come on,” he complains.

Viktor chuckles. He honest to Janna chuckles, and Jayce can feel it under his hands which cover Viktor’s ribs.

Viktor’s other hand comes up to Jayce’s face, thumb swiping over his lips, and Jayce is overwhelmed with the sensation.

Then the thumb gets replaced with tongue, licking at Jayce’s lips before parting them and slipping inside.

Viktor’s hands move to cup Jayce’s face properly and they kiss, exploring each other’s mouths, teasing gasps and moans from each other. It’s marvelous. It’s unlike any kiss Jayce’s ever experienced. Charged, heated, addictive.

Viktor’s weight against Jayce’s erection is delicious, when he moves his hips Jayce forgets any doubts that would hold him back, moaning, latching onto Viktor’s neck. Viktor’s hand buries in Jayce’s hair, tugging impatiently and Jayce’s hands wound around Viktor, tugging him closer, when Viktor gasps, not in pleasure but in pain.

Shit. Fuck. His back.

Viktor himself doesn’t draw attention to it, but with him so close, Jayce can read him more easily, feel the muscles tense.

Jayce releases his hold immediately. “Sorry, I’m sorry,” he stares at Viktor, eyes wide with worry.

Viktor’s mouth curls in distaste, not over being hurt but over the apologies. Jayce knows he finds them trite. Viktor does not like being handled like he’s made of porcelain. He retaliates by shoving his hand into Jayce’s pants without ceremony, and squeezing.

Jayce squeeks.

“Ahh, gentle,” he begs.

“No,” Viktor says. “Not gentle. Rough, or not at all.” His gaze pierces through Jayce, no room for debate.

Jayce sighs. “Fine. Okay.”

They go back to kissing, rough and hungry as Viktor wishes, but it only takes a couple minutes before Jayce forgets himself and he reverently runs his hands up Viktor’s sides, gentle and barely touching.

Viktor clucks his tongue at him. “Jayce,” he says it like a warning.

Jayce whines and rests his head against Viktor’s chest. “I’m not doing it consciously, I swear. I just, I’m not like that. I’m not rough, I am not the big, strong confident guy that people see in me, not in bed. Not like that.”

It isn’t the first time someone would be disappointed with him for this. There was a girl, second year, who asked him to pull her hair. A guy at a party, who dragged Jayce into a dark room and put Jayce’s hands around his own neck. Jayce froze, then backed away, scared. The guy laughed at him and left him standing there.

Yes, Jayce had the build of a blacksmith but with a partner, sexual or romantic, he wanted to be gentle, not to use force. Not to cause pain. Never to cause pain, intentionally or accidentaly.

And now, he was holding the most important person in his hands, his partner, his soulmate.

Who wanted it rough.

And still, Jayce could not do it, not even when Viktor asked.

There’s a sigh above him. Then there’s a hand in his hair, petting, and Jayce sighs and envelops Viktor in a hug, carefully, minding his back. The relief upon not being pushed away spreads warm in his body.

“I see,” Viktor says. His hand still in Jayce’s hair. “Well then. Since this is supposed to be for your benefit I see no reason in asking you to act against your nature. We’ll do it your away.”

His way?

“But we should set some rules first.”

Viktor pulls Jayce back by his hair to make him look into his eyes. Clearly not having any issues with the concept of rough himself. Predictibly, Jayce whimpers.

“Focus, Jayce. We need to have a conversation first.”

Viktor waits, holding Jayce in place until his breathing slows down. Only then does he let go.

“This is a mutually beneficial endeavour,” he says. “An easy way to unwind that does not require the hassle of going out and searching for a sexual partner. We’re both willing adults and when we feel the need, we can reach out to each other, without consequences, without any strings attached. Yes?”

Jayce nods.

Viktor frowns at him. “Use your words, Jayce.”

Jayce swallows, then breathes out a “yes.”

“Good. When you feel,” Viktor waves his hand, searching for words, “in need of a helping hand, in need of a release, a way to decompress, you can come to me. I might indulge you. When I feel like it,” he smirks.

“But, remember this. I am not your boyfriend. There will be no romance. There will be no dates, no gifts, no introductions to friends or parents.”

A smile tugs at Jayce’s lips. “My mom’s aready met you,” he reminds.

Viktor rolls his eyes, unamused. “As your work partner, sure. But I am not your beau, your sweetheart. I don’t want any messy feelings involved. This is all a matter of convenience, a mutually beneficial sexual relationship. Nothing more. Are we clear?”

Jayce swallows. He should say it’s not possible. He should say there are already feelings involved. He should say he is not capable of separating intimacy and affection, sex from feelings. He knows that much about himself.

He says “Yes.”

Viktor smiles. “Good.” And Jayce knows he is a weak man. He would promise anything to earn that smile, to earn that praise.

“I will also need you to tell me if there’s something you don’t like. Like you did now,” Viktor says.

“Okay.” There are some things Jayce doesn’t like to do, but there’s not much he wouldn’t let Viktor do to him.

“Now,” Viktor says, reaching behind Jayce for a notebook abandoned on the table.

He shows Jayce the page with the equations Jayce was struggling with just moments ago.

“Can you figure out where the issue is?”

Jayce laughs, incredulous. “Are you serious right now?”

Viktor smirks. “Very.”

Jayce pulls the notebook from Viktor’s hand and throws it to the floor. “Actually, my mind is still a little foggy, do you think you could give me a helping hand here, partner?” He smiles, pulling Viktor closer.

Then his eyes light up. “Wait, now we’re not only hex partners…”

Viktor’s face sours. “No. Don’t say it.”

“…but also…”

“Jayce.”

“…sex partners.”

Jayce grins stupidly.

Viktor glares at him, unimpressed. He makes to stand up. “Forget I said anything. I take it all back,” but Jayce doesn’t miss the twitch of his lips.

He pulls him right back. “Nope. No take backs. You suggested a new avenue of scientific discovery that I am very eager to explore, right now,” Jayce says. He stands up with Viktor still tight in his arms, only wobbling a little.

Viktor’s breath hitches, but he plays at nonchalance, lifting his eyebrows. “Scientific avenue?”

Jayce smirks. “Yeah, biology is a science too, no? I think we should give it some attention, explore the possibilities.”

Jayce puts Viktor on the workbench, swiping away the rest of the research he’s been working on to make space.

“If you’re gonna make terrible jokes I am walking out,” Viktor threatens.

“Shut me up, then,” Jayce says, going for a kiss, delving into Viktor’s mouth, testing what sounds he can coax out.

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[sleebyconfy]

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[benevolenterrancy]

Hi I have caught up to you on having feelings about Zhuzhi-Lang. He's a good boy! 🥺 Good snake boy! 🥺 I had the thought, after Zhuzhi let SQQ leave after SQQ yelled at him... what if they Stole Him. What if.

(Also have you read/been recommended anything by corduroyserpent yet? Big writer of Zhuzhi-Lang fics, including a very cute de-aged Zhuzhi-Lang and some zhushen)

Justifications of bride-stealing!

(AND HE'S THE BEST BOY 😭 I LOVE HIM SO MUCH, SO MUCH!! have some further au thoughts because this has contaminated my brain...)

What I think would actually happen if they stole SQQ? Absolutely nothing good for anyone, LBH would Lose His Fucking Mind xD as a more interesting answer though, I like the idea that Shen "Pedantic Nitpicky Asshole" Qingqiu's primary point of argument is that he is not a bride so he cannot be "bridenapped" regardless of demonic tradition or intention!

This eventually leads to them all completely avoiding the Maigu Ridge incident because TLJ realizes that, somehow, SQQ doesn't realize the depths of his son's feelings for him and decides to put all his efforts into being a wingman for his nephew instead because he finds the entire thing absolutely hilarious and rather satisfying after his own sad romance. Obviously someone like SQQ would do much better with his good, loyal nephew than the disappointing offspring of that disastrous relationship!

As for ZZL he just has to assume that LBH must not be treating SQQ anywhere near the way he should be (and like... he isn't wrong at this point, there is a non-zero amount of torture and terror going on here) if SQQ doesn't see himself as being tied to LBH in any way. And if he's not attached to LBH then there's absolutely no reason he shouldn't make his own efforts to seduce SQQ! After all, if LBH isn't valuing SQQ properly then obviously ZZL has to step up because someone as kind as SQQ deserves the best!!!

[faunandfloraas]

okay i'm glad to see you bring up the teasing of seungmin bc it was also rubbing me the wrong way but i didn't know if i was just being sensitive or what. obvs we don't know what goes on behind the scenes and obviously they all care about each other and tease each other as friends but when time after time the joke targeted towards seungmin is "we don't like him and he doesn't understand things" it's like. hm. it starts to feel mean spirited!!

sorry for the rant i guess i didn't realize how bad this was annoying me lmao

Yeah, tbf I think it's just one of those things where even if Seungmin is 100% unbothered by it, and the guys dont mean anything by it, its still fine and understandable for people who have ever been on the end of jokes like that- whether in your own friend groups or at school, at work, etc. to not really enjoy it.... So I don't think you're being sensitive! But also I did question even making my post last night for the same reason.

The jokes are also just not funny 90% of the time lately which makes it more egregious bc seeing any joke get beaten into the earth gets old eventually- like they do make jokes at his expense sometimes that /are/ funny, so I'm not saying they cant ever do that, it's just that the minute the jokes arent funny, well then its awkward at best or actively uncomfortable at worst so 🤷‍♀️

[o4o41]

Satisfactory outcome

[shewhoeatssand]

I want to befriend Kaneki and meet with him and email him forever

[sixhumansouls]

Ralsei rambles

Sorry I'm a little obsessed but let me get into a collection of just. Random unorganized thoughts here for fun

So one of the first things we learn about Ralsei is that he's been waiting his whole life to meet Kris and Susie. I'm not going to completely deny the possibility that he's lying about any given thing here (we don't know for sure yet) but for the sake of this post I'll assume he's being honest because I don't think he's an evil liar and that's not how I'm looking at his character right now. So right off the bat- he's been waiting his whole life, in that castle, presumably not talking to people (the great door was closed, he seems very inexperienced in social situations, he's never hugged anyone before, he's never had friends before). So he's a very isolated, touch-starved person relying on a prophecy as his one hope in life.

The legend describes himself being some sort of hero, along with two companions. Before even meeting Kris and Susie, he wants to be friends with them, because he knows they will be heroes and he knows he will meet them and those are some of the only things he knows at all.

His mindset is also very "lightners are like gods, darkners are just objects", which isn't something exclusive to him and I am very curious how the narrative will explore that, I can't imagine it'll stay that way throughout the game (at least not in an all recruits route). Either way, this means he puts the other heroes above himself. You see a lot in chapter one this sort of worship for Kris ("if you ARE jealous, I could find a leaf and fan you!" "I could hem floral patterns into your ascot!"). It's especially with Lightners, but generally I think he is very desperate for validation which is pretty obvious because He's Never Had It Before and he wants to know he's doing things Right.

Also talking about this I am getting vague thoughts of his low self worth sort of being reflected in his stats, his defence and health are very bad and he's most useful to use as a tool to heal the other party members. Kind of interesting.

We don't know what object he is in the light world, but we do know that as a darkner he is a literal object (or I guess some darkners in cyber world are programs so maybe it doesn't have to be something physical? idk but he's probably an object and if not he's still not what we'd traditionally view as a person when not in the dark world) and I think that very much relates to how he views himself. When he says he doesn't know what "being Ralsei-like" means, I think it's in part because he's not used to viewing himself as a person. He is some sort of object, he is a hero in a prophecy already laid out before him, and he is the prince that lives alone in an empty castle. He doesn't have much perception of himself outside of these sort of roles he's been filling out.

I talked about this in my "puppet scarf" fic, but I think Ralsei is a puppet as well. Not as literally as Kris, of course. I think his metaphorical strings are the prophecy, and he's so set in his role that he can't even consider breaking away from it. And, until he does, I think he'll have a hard time finding himself, because he needs to have an identity outside of what's expected of him and right now he doesn't really. I think Susie will almost inevitably help with that, because she's sort of the opposite. She's nothing like what he expected and she's constantly breaking rules and expectations. I think that if anyone could teach Ralsei to be more independent and to break away from his current mindset and perceptions, it would be her.

And she's already started. She's taught him sarcasm, she taught him that a friend isn't necessarily a kind person and that she's great the way she is, she demonstrated that (while breaking away from the team and attacking enemies wasn't necessarily ideal) she was able to find belonging and friendship in that through Lancer. Lancer himself, as far as we've seen, is barely in the prophecy, so him becoming so important was probably unexpected to Ralsei- things are already somewhat diverging from the story laid out before him.

(Super irrelevant side note- Susie says in chapter 2 that she taught Ralsei sarcasm, presumably while the team was split up at the crossroads, but Ralsei actually uses sarcasm in chapter 1 independently from her. When in prison, he says "well this is a fine 'how do you do', isn't it Kris?" and I HIGHLY doubt that that was genuine so.)

Susie and Ralsei's friendship will definitely be an important one. It's harder to speak on him and Kris because we just don't know how Kris feels about him exactly. He clearly resembles a Dreemurr (to the player he most closely resembles Asriel, but we don't yet know how Asriel currently looks in this game and I don't believe any character has directly compared the two out loud yet? Their names are anagrams, but I think all there's been so far is Susie saying he looks like Toriel and Noelle saying "he looks kinda like" before being cut off. Anyway) , and I imagine that probably makes their relationship awkward considering Kris is currently really missing their brother. We don't know how much Kris might know about dark worlds independently of the player, they did have that save point prior to the game, but I doubt they know much more about Ralsei than we do other than maybe something from those brief moments they have alone with him while we're off with Susie.

Other than the resemblance to their brother, we kind of just have the tea to go off of, which gives me the impression that they feel neutral about him. Still heals them, but not as much as other teas. Ralsei and Noelle's teas heal each other just a bit less than Ralsei does for Kris, and I imagine Ralsei and Noelle are about as neutral feeling towards each other as you can get since they Don't Know Each Other, so it being a bit more is probably a good sign? Obviously both Susie tea and Kris tea heal Ralsei a lot those are his best and only friends and he loves them so so so much

I'm not much of a theorizer so overall my thoughts are: Kris feels pretty neutral towards Ralsei. They probably think it's weird that he looks like their brother and there may be context we don't have with their conversations away from the player. Considering that I don't think he has bad intentions, I doubt Kris thinks that either because where would they get that idea if there's nothing to imply it, so I don't think they actively dislike or distrust him. In Puppet Scarf I had them be upset at him for not helping with their soul but they don't hate him there they're just kind of annoyed that he won't even try to help them because he thinks it's all destiny ANYWAY THIS ISN'T ABOUT MY FIC

I do very much like his friendship with Lancer. I've explored it a bit in my fic "uncertainty" and it's certainly a dynamic I think about a lot, I might write another fic about them at some point. As I mentioned earlier Lancer wasn't really in the prophecy beyond "that one teardrop headed kid who's just there to represent darkners" and prior to the game Ralsei's perception of him is probably mostly just "this guy is the king's son and works for the king and therefore is working against us". So Ralsei had like no intention of being his friend because if anything they'd probably be enemies. And yet….

Ralsei I don't think has it in him to be mean just in general- he's not even mean to the King even though he really should be. And Lancer isn't very good at being mean either, considering the way he "insults" Ralsei tends to just be weirdly phrased compliments? ("Kindboy" "Delicious little apple" "sweet little peas we love to see" "earn a second doctorate smart genius"). They both can't help but be nice to each other and through Susie being their mutual friend it's sort of inevitable that they become somewhat unlikely friends. They come from completely different mindsets, Ralsei obviously being super dedicated to the prophecy while Lancer was completely dedicated to his dad and the fountain before meeting Susie (and still probably doesn't care about the prophecy itself, moreso about his friends in particular) but they're both like. Yeah of course they'd be friends anyway.

Also they're both princes which always seemed significant to me. Like we're drawing attention to a parallel. Although I guess now Lancer's a king but shhh. Also neither of them know how to run a kingdom who left these kids in charge

Anyway um. I like Ralsei a normal amount clearly. Very excited to see where his arc is going I hope he finds the journey of self discovery fulfilling and I hope he finds freedom from the roles he's been assigned

[quantam-furniture]

I'm just thinking about Look Outside. Game is fucking good man. Game is fucking good....

[triglycercule]

mtt anniversary is on september 1st but i'm already having idess over here in january,,,,,,

[musical-chick-13]

Watched the most recent Game Changer and jfc this is ACTUALLY my worst nightmare, genuinely I would walk offstage. If contractually I wasn't allowed, I would just quit and risk getting sued. Quite literally you could not pay me to do this.

[steampoweredskeleton]

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Ignore

[starfruitii]

cws & notes. fluff. post-timeskip. iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader, + special guest appearances from the seijoh 4 because i love them. 800+ words.

“Wait. Wait a second.” Oikawa squints at you, then at Iwaizumi, then back at you again. “Something's different.”

“First time we see you in almost a year, and you're already acting weird.” Iwaizumi rolls his eyes, pulling out two chairs for you both to sit down. “Nothing's different.”

“Glad to see leaving Japan hasn't changed you, Oikawa.” You chime in, sliding into your seat. It was a nice little cafe, not too crowded, but not empty either. The table Oikawa had chosen was tucked away in the back, right by a window overlooking the street, giving you a perfect opportunity to watch the people walking by.

“No.... no, something is definitely off.” Oikawa looks over to the other two occupied seats, searching for some sort of agreement from his companions. “You two see it, don't you? Something has definitely changed since our last meet-up.”

“Our last meet-up was last September. I think it would be weirder if we hadn't changed a little since then,” Matsukawa laughs, waving him off. “I mean, look at Makki's haircut.”

Hanamaki looks thoughtful for a moment, nodding at Oikawa. “Nah, I think he's got a point. You two seem a little—Wait, what do you mean? What's wrong with my hair, asshole?”

“Hey, I didn't say it was bad! Just... different.”

“So, different in a good way?”

“Uh... sure, if that's what you want to go with.”

“You—”

“This isn't about Makki's hair!” Oikawa interrupts, pointing an accusing finger towards Iwaizumi. He looks up from the menu in his hands, glaring back at Oikawa. “It's about them. Something happened between you two, didn't it?”

“Maybe they got engaged.” Hanamaki suggests.

“They have to be dating before they get engaged.” Matsukawa pauses, realization on his face. “Wait, is that it? Did you guys actually start dating? Do I owe Makki ¥2000?”

“You're all imagining things.” Iwaizumi says bluntly. “Now, are we going to order or not?”

Oikawa's suspicion doesn't waver, but the mention of food distracts him enough to begrudgingly let the topic go. He waves over a waitress, ordering drinks and snacks for the whole table. Once she is gone, the conversation shifts to Matsukawa's work, then Hanamaki's lack of work, then everything Oikawa has been up to in Argentina.

Throughout the visit, you sit back and relax, chiming in with your own anecdotes and comments every now and then. For the most part, you keep quiet, content with listening to your friends as they catch up. Ever since graduation, when you all went your separate ways, reunions with all five of you were few and far between, so you were just happy to be together once again.

You barely notice the time passing at all, until Oikawa is five-minutes deep into a rant about his new team. Iwaizumi looks at his watch and balks, standing up from his seat.

“It's already five.” He says, cutting off Oikawa's voice. “I gotta get going soon.”

“Me too,” You sigh.

“Already?” Matsukawa groans.

“Both of you?” Hanamaki asks, raising an eyebrow. “You have plans you'd like to share?”

“He's my ride home.” You shrug, gathering up your things. “It was great seeing you guys though. We'll have to hang out again when you're all free.”

After your goodbyes, the two of you leave the cafe and walk the short distance to Iwaizumi's car. Once you're alone, you settle into a comfortable silence, accompanied by the quiet sounds of the city in the background. Without your friends' scrutinizing gaze, Iwaizumi walks a little closer to you, until your shoulders lightly brush. The slight touch sends a shiver down your spine, but you make no effort to move away.

“So, Oikawa seems to think something is up.” You say casually, watching Iwaizumi frown at the mention of his friend.

“He can think whatever he wants to think.” He rolls his eyes, holding open the side door of his car. “We don't owe him anything.”

“We do have to tell them at some point, don't we?” You continue, as you climbed into the passenger seat. “You of all people should know he's not going to shut up about it until we do.”

“Of course I know that.” Iwaizumi grumbled, as soon as he was sat in his own seat.

“So...?”

“So what?” He adjusts his mirrors, glancing over at you.

“Is he right?” There's a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. It's clear you find it much more amusing than he does. You lean closer, whispering the words like they're a grand secret. “Is something different, Hajime?”

Iwaizumi shakes his head a little, but can't hide the small smirk on his face. His hand reaches out to grasp your chin, tilting your face upwards so he can press a slow, sweet kiss to your lips. As he leans back, there's a light pink dusting his cheeks. “I don't know. Has something changed?”

You laugh lightly, savouring the taste of his lips on your own. “Nope. Nothing at all.”

do not copy, repost, translate or use my work to train ai. reblogs are appreciated <3

[lesbianralzarek]

of course astarion gets mad early game when you do nice things for no reason. can you imagine getting out of the hell he was in and discovering that the world is awash in kindness, just never for you? the gods do answer prayers, just never your's. people go on long, dangerous quests for strangers with no reward guaranteed, but you just never saw those people. now that youve already done the impossible and escaped, you can see that rivers of sympathy and compassion flow all over but for some reason they always dried out before they reached you. where was all this good in the world when you needed it most?

i would be spitting mad

EDIT: I AM TURNING OFF REBLOGS BECAUSE I HATE THE EFFECT THIS HAD ON ASTARION DISCOURSE. i think hes a very interesting character and wanted to point out how much his writing made sense and is a reasonable (and not so uncommon) response to having very recently escaped a long-term abusive situation. unfortunately, ive seen this used to justify his actions as though he is a tiny baby with no control over himself and would be saving orphans from burning buildings if he wasnt so traumatized. he is a dick. it is a crucial aspect of his character. if you cannot accept that, i recommend stanning someone else