#i'll just keep showing you the uninteresting bits

[dinogoofymutated]

Hey!!! Thank you again for Remy's one shot, it was amazing!!

I saw that you would like ideas for Cable and Warren, and I may have a few...

Especially for Warren....

I'd love to see Warren and mutant! Reader that "hate" each other, and reader thinks she has no chance with him, so she goes on a date. Warren is jealous and watches over her, and swoops in once the date goes sideways.

Words are said, feeling we shown, and Warren giver the fairytale kiss. (Could end with them going at it on a rooftop...)

Could be sfw or nsfw, either way I'll enjoy it immensely!!! I can't wait to see more of your work ❤️

Sfw! Warren/Fem!reader

OMGGGG UGG I LOVE THIS SM!!! I have a slight obsession with prompts like this- soooo yeah lololol. Oh! Also, I feel like I should mention this is more based off of comic and show warren, and not the version of him from the apocalypse movie. Hope this isnt too OOC!

Tws: Bad date, Warren is kind of an asshole but we love him. Kissing in the rain.

Warren Worthington is a dick. He's always teasing you, snatching your books, and pencils, and really everything you meed and holding it out of reach. He'll thwak you with a wing on purpose, always saying some stupid excuse like "Oh I didn't see you there." When you know damn well he did.

And he's not even like this to anyone else! It's incredibly frustrating, especially with how often he'll just up and completely ignore you to go flirt with Jean- who's still with Scott, might I add! Ugh!

It shouldn't matter to you whether or not he flirts with other people- the guy was clearly uninterested in you. But you just... can't help it. You really liked Warren, more so before this whole event started, when you didn't know him that well but couldn't help but blush at some of the things he did. You knew he could be kind, and he had a sweet side to him despite the cocky persona he's always pushing. (Because is it really a persona at that point?) But he just seemed so out of your league. Around the time you started pulling away from him was when the teasing started up, and to be honest, it had just confirmed your thoughts that Warren didn't like you.

Whatever, though. You'd get over it. You wanted to get over it. And the opportunity was presented to you to do just that. You had been out shopping one day with Jean when a man had approached you- not Jean, but you. It was really surprising, as most men would completely skip over you to talk to your beautiful best friend. You didn't hold any resentment towards her, it's not like she can help it. But when a rather attractive man approaches you, asking you on a date? You couldn't help but be flattered.

    You were excited! Really, really excited for this date. You had put on a cute outfit, even throwing on a little makeup, dresses to impress you know? Plus, your date was really attractive, and for some reason, you felt like you needed to spruce yourself up a little bit to impress him. It had taken you forever to be happy with your look, with Jean reassuring you over and over that you looked perfect and that everything would be fine!

    Eventually, his car pulled up in front of the mansion to pick you up for your date. You only had to glance at the window before you were running down the stairs excitedly. Of course, leaving couldn’t be all that easy, could it?

    “What are you all dressed up for?” You hold in your groan at the sound of Warren’s voice. He’s leaning against the foyer wall, cocking an eyebrow at you with a smirk that makes your heart do something funny. Didn’t change the fact that you kinda wanted to punch him. 

    “If you have to know, I’m going on a date.” You say, rolling your eyes. His smirk drops immediately, but you don't really notice as you put your shoes on. 

    “A date? With who?” Warren Pushes himself off the wall to approach you, grabbing hold of your arm to keep you from running off just yet. You make a face at him, confused and a little annoyed at his attention. 

    “A guy. He asked me out while Jean and I were at the mall, not that you really need to know.” You snark. Warren scoffs at that, looking a little frustrated. He begins to talk again, but he’s cut off by the sound of a horn honking from outside. Your face falls, and your stomach drops at the sound. Your date must be impatient. You don’t like the implications of that. Warren looks angry, letting go of you as he takes a step back.

    “You’re really going to leave with a guy who doesn’t bother to ring the doorbell?” He asks. You can’t find any words to say, feeling a little hurt. You turn away from him, quickly opening the door to leave. Warren can see your face light up a little as you wave at your date, closing the door behind you. Warren’s wings sag a little, left in the foyer looking like a lost puppy without you. 

    “You know, if you were nicer to her you probably would’ve had a chance.” Warren sighs dramatically at the sound of Bobby’s voice, turning to see that he had been watching the whole time, eagerly munching on a bowl of cereal.

    “Can it, dude”

    The fact that you're going on a date doesn't sit well with Warren. There's a pit in his stomach that he can't seem to shake, and when he tried to talk about it, Bobby and Scott just waved him off, telling him he was just jealous- and well, he was. But that wasn't the point! He didn't like that you were going on a date with someone random, or anyone besides him, really. He just had a bad feeling about it all.

    He knows he doesn't really have the right to be as jealous as he was. The two of you weren't together- but at some point, he thought you would be. He liked you. More than friends should. He had for a while, but you started to pull away from him- so he started to do anything he could to get your attention. Sure, he wasn't exactly being nice, but he wasn't being mean. He wasn't trying to bully you or put you down, he was just… teasing. 

     Warren had been couped up in the library as the evening went on, staring out the window with a sigh as it had started to pour. He had been thinking a lot about what Bobby had said earlier, dwelling over it constantly. Normally when he was so caught up in thoughts like this he would fly around the mansion to clear his head, but with the storm outside that definitely wasn't going to happen. He sighs, resting his head against the window while his eyes begin to drift close, but a movement in the corner of his eye catches his attention.  He sits up a little bit, squinting at first to see whatever it is through the rain. When he finally realizes, it is like he was hit over the head with disbelief. 

...

     The rain was cold. You were shivering as you walked along the asphalt driveway up to the mansion doors, sniffling the whole time. You knew you looked like a mess, mascara running down your cheeks in inky black streams, soaked to the bone without a jacket to keep you warm. The date was a bust. You should have known better. Been smarter. Hell, you should have asked someone else to drive you so that you wouldn’t be stuck in this situation in the first place. Or at least brought your wallet so that you could’ve used the payphone to call someone to come get you. But here you are. You were sad, wet, and despairing over the long walk up the driveway, but at least you were back at the mansion. 

    It’s hard for you to see through the heavy rain, so you keep your head down towards the ground to keep the rain out of your eyes. You don’t even realize that someone had run out to get you until you hear footsteps splash through the puddled driveway. You try your best to wipe the tears from your eyes, praying that they won’t be able to tell with the rain, but it is hard to hide the puffy red face the tears left behind. 

    You don’t really want look look up when you feel the rain stop, already knowing who it is by the sound of his gait. Warren holds the umbrella out to you, and you take it. He has his trench coat over his arm, and he uses the extra hand to wrap it around your shoulders. It’s awfully big on you, but it’s warm and dry, and you're thankful. You wipe at your eyes again when Warren takes the umbrella back, trying hard not to start crying.

    “What happened?” Warren asks. You finally look at him, and the concerned look on his face just makes you feel worse. Your face scrunches as you tear up again, and you look up at the umbrella as you try to avoid the embarrassment. You don’t really know what to say. You don’t really want to say anything right now. But you do.

    “He didn’t know I was a mutant.” You say, voice shaking a little. Although, you can’t help but let out a pitiful laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. “He thought that the school was just some place for rich kids. I mentioned it offhand because I assumed he knew- and he didn’t. He wouldn’t drive me home so…” You make a vague motion at your soaking clothes. Warren looks angry. Angrier than you’ve ever seen him before. He opens his mouth to say something and decides better of it. Instead, He wraps an arm around you and begins to guide you back to the mansion. You blush a little at the action, but realize he probably just has to stay close to keep the both of you under the umbrella- not that his wings even fit, by the way.

    “You’re gonna be soaked.” You say, pointing towards his wings. Warren glances back, flexing the limbs just slightly, and shrugs. 

    “I’ll get over it. Wouldn’t be much of a hero if I let a pretty girl walk in the rain, would I?” Warren flirts, sending you a wink. You send him an incredulous look, before bursting out in laughter. Warren gasps, putting a hand over his “wounded” heart. 

     “Seriously? That was a good one, and you’re just laughing?” Warren complains, which only makes you laugh a bit harder. 

    “Oh please, that one was so cheesy!” You manage to say through the laughs. Warren is smiling, and it’s different than the smile he wears when he’s being an annoying jerk. His hair is wet, and his clothes are damp, but to be honest, you really start to understand why they call him Angel. You look away when you realize you’re blushing, but you can’t seem to wipe the smile off of your face. 

    “That guy was an idiot, by the way,” Warren says after a moment. Your smile falls a bit at the reminder of the start of the evening. “He really has no clue what he’s missing out on.” You snort at that, unable to keep yourself from rolling your eyes.

    “You sure have a lot to say for a guy who doesn’t like me all that much.” The words come out before you can really think about it, and you’re caught off guard when Warren stops walking. He doesn’t remove his arm from around your shoulders, but he moves so that he can look at you better.

    “What do you mean by that?” Warren asks, His face twisted in an expression you can’t quite figure out. The question and the seriousness in his tone surprise you, and you don’t quite know how to respond at first.

    “I- Huh?”

    “You don’t seriously think I dislike you, do you?” Warren asks again, worry bleeding through his tone. You furrow your brow in confusion.

    “What?? Warren, you’re not exactly subtle about it.” You mention, and Warren’s recoil is unexpected.

    “Oh my god, you do.” Warren holds his face in his hands for a quick moment, wondering how he had done so wrong. “Why would I dislike you? I literally spend every waking moment trying to get your attention!” You can’t help but let out a noise of confusion, mind working overtime to get the gears working in your head.

    “By tormenting me, you mean.” You say, and Warren vehemently shakes his head.

    “No! That’s not what I…” He begins, but he trails off. He’s trying to figure out something to say. Some way to let you know about how he feels, and his thoughts, but he just can't seem to find the words.

    “Okay then, Prove it.” You eventually say, crossing your arms defensively underneath his coat. Warren frowns at you.

    “What?” He asks.

    “Prove it. Prove that you don’t actually hate me.” You repeat again. You’re not exactly sure what you are expecting him to do or say. To be honest, you half expected him to give up altogether, but you were wrong about a lot of things.

    “I- you seriously want me to show you. Right now.” Warren asks again. You shrug your shoulders in response.

    “Yup.” Warren seems to take a moment for the confirmation to process, and then he smiles just slightly. Like he’s in disbelief about what he’s about to do. Before you know it, warren has dropped the umbrella, cupped your face with both hands, and pulled you into a kiss. 

    You’re wide-eyed for a moment, simply letting him kiss you in your disbelief as the rain pours down on you once again. Your mind still hasn’t quite caught up yet. Warren is kissing you so deeply, so lovingly, that you almost feel like you’re dreaming. He separates from you for a quick moment before kissing you again, this one a little less intense, and finally you find yourself catching up to the situation. You kiss him back, heart thundering in your chest. You can feel Warren physically relax, his wings fluttering just slightly behind him as you fully lean into the kiss, hands latching onto his shirt as you move closer. You feel him sigh into the kiss, and despite the cold rain, all you can feel is warmth. 

    When the two of you finally separate, Warren rests his forehead against yours. His pretty eyes look at you with fondness, and you find yourself wondering how you’d never seen it before. All he really wanted was your attention, didn’t he?

    “...We are so gonna get sick after this.” You mumble, brain still stalling a little bit. Warren lets out a laugh, pulling away to pick up the umbrella again. He pulls you a little closer than before as the two of you finally make it to the front steps.

    “Yeah, Probably.”

[yawnderu]

She Wants Me Dead - Miguel O'Hara x Reader | Part I

I support women's rights and wrongs.

cw: toxic situationships, pathetic Miguel O'Hara, femme fatale reader, suggestive situations.

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I love her so bad but she treats me like shit.

Miguel knows it's wrong. Hell, he has known from day one she was never someone anyone should ever get involved with. Oh, how he wishes he was strong enough to lock her up and throw away the key that held his love for her.

Oh, take this veil from off my eyes.

''Hey, big guy.'' His body tensed up when he heard the voice coming from behind him. His heart aches. He hates when you do that, showing up all smug as if you don't disappear for days, contacting him only when you need him.

''I missed you.'' He barely glanced down at you, noting how you always appear to make yourself smaller, even more adorable. Your soft, small hands running up and down the muscles on his back before your arms wrap themselves around his waist.

''... why do you do this to me?'' Is all he can ask, turning around and leaning down as he picks you up with ease, your legs wrapping around his waist while your arms hold his neck for support, face nuzzling his neck as you take in his scent. He closes his eyes, trying to focus on anything but the way your body fits perfectly on his.

''Do what? I like you— You're the best.'' A soft kiss is delivered to his jaw and he flinches slightly, breath hitching and neck growing rigid as you keep brushing your soft lips against it. He hates how his whole body language changes to show a degree of submission to you. He, the Spider-Man 2099, a 6'9 beast of a man who can tear through anything with his sharp claws and talons, becoming absolute putty under the hands of a villain much smaller than him.

''You know... You're the only superhero I like. Not only because you give me money— I mean, a big part is because of it, but you also look cool.'' You praise lazily, knowing he'd love any compliment coming from your lips.

''You know what? ... You're my favorite villain.'' I hate myself. His body is still tense from holding you so close, yet he can't help but want you, despite all he knows about you. Despite the way you use and abuse him. His voice is husky, but it's true; he's completely under your spell. A soft snicker comes from your lips, instantly making him roll his eyes.

''How much do you need this time?'' He changes the topic. He has a feeling and he knows you'll ask for a big amount of money, but he wants to hear you say it. He already pays for your lifestyle, yet somehow that's not enough for you, so he bends backwards to please you and avoid anything that can make you angry, upset, or leave. He has the money for it, anyway.

''Hmm... Just around $3000.'' You shrug your shoulders and look up at him with the same cat-like grin that makes his knees weak every. single. time.

''Just three grand?'' His shock is clearly feigned, yet you still snicker softly and his eyes lose a tiny bit of the edge in them. ''if it'll make you shut up for another 10 minutes, I'll give it to you.'' He shrugs his shoulders, acting uninterested as if he wouldn't lose his shit if you actually didn't talk to him for 10 minutes after your return.

''After that, I'll stop for a while. I'm not your cashcow.'' He adds as an afterthought, giving you a sharp look.

''You're not?'' You ask teasingly, voice laced with mirth as your lips brush against his neck again, planting a kiss right on his pulse. ''What if I do this, papi?'' Your tone is seductive, voice barely above a whisper. Miguel nearly stumbles back in surprise, plump lips parting slightly before he regains his composure. It takes everything he has in him to stay still, allowing your warm tongue to lick a clean line across his neck, muscles tensing up under the warm mass.

''You little—'' He can't even finish his sentence, your lips latching onto his neck after his suit disengages just enough to give you space to kiss, sucking on the previously covered skin as you leave your mark.

''Little what...? Little slut?'' You tease, gently licking the mark you made before starting to make a new one right below, being mindful enough to make sure that body part will be covered by his hologram suit.

''... Yes.'' He gasps softly in surrender, a low moan escaping his parted lips as he holds you even tighter, his fingers digging into the fabric of your clothes. He can feel his entire body shake from his knees up.

''When will I get the money?'' You finally let go of his poor, now marked up neck, looking up at him with the same smirk that he sees on his dreams and nightmares.

Miguel takes a second to catch his breath, looking around to make sure no one is near his office before he replies to you. ''When do you need it? Today? Tomorrow?'' His tone is even and businesslike now that he regained his breath.

''Today would be great.'' He brushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear, internally slapping himself yet wondering how someone so beautiful could be so evil. So shamelessly manipulative.

''You'll have it by tonight.'' He confirmed, his voice firmer and his expression serious as he looked down at you, still carrying you like you weight nothing— and for a man his height, you don't.

''But it'll be the last time. I'm not giving you any more money after this.'' He adds while looking at one of his monitors, afraid to look at you in fear of his resolve wavering.

''So I'll have to ask another man for money, Miguel...?'' Your tone is controlled and dangerous, though he can hear you feigning sadness at the news. Your hand holds his cheek, thumb right below his high cheekbone as you force him to look at you. ''What if he wants something else from me?''

Miguel bites his tongue and clenches his fists. God fucking dammit. He knows better than this. He hates when you make it all about you, and he hates how he falls for it every single time, as if he didn't know all your tactics by now.

''... Fine. You can have your money.'' His voice is rough, almost a growl, yet he knows better than to argue.

''You're amazing!'' You praise, arms raising slightly as you fake excitement, as if you didn't know he'd relent anyway. He rolls his eyes, a huff of air coming out of his nose as he gives you an unamused look.

''I'm doing what any good man would do, mami.'' Keep telling yourself that. ''And I'm not amazing, I'm a dumbass.'' He knows full well he's being played by you, that you'll turn those comments on him and use them as ammo, yet he doesn't care. The truth hurts either way, so he chooses to ignore it, he chooses to ignore the little voice in the back of his head and he chooses to love you.

''I'm serious.'' You give him an honest smile— something totally different from those teasing and smug grins you give him when you get your way. Just a pure smile that shows you're having fun with him, in a good way.

His gaze softens slightly when he realizes how honest your smile looks, the way it reaches your eyes and lights them up like stars he could gaze at for eternity, yet eventually the sun has to rise, this time in the form of the harsh reality.

''I see right through you, muñeca. I know your game.'' Miguel says, not rudely and his words don't hold his usual snark.

''It was never a secret.'' You shrug your shoulders, clearly not affected by him knowing you're playing him like a fiddle.

''Never said it was.'' The corners of his lips pull up in a subtle, knowing smirk as he looks down at you. ''But you should know that even without all the manipulation and the games... I'd do anything to help you. I'm a sucker for you, mami.''

''You'd do anything for me?'' Of course that's all you got out of his sentence.

''... Obviously not anything. I draw certain lines.'' He answers with pure honesty, trying to make it seem cool despite having you so close to him. ''But you know me. It doesn't take much to get whatever you want out of me.'' My heart is more yours than mine.

The corners of your lips tilt up into the smirk he knows all too well, yet you don't reply, simply staring up at him with your head slightly tilted to the side, examining his features like you have him under a microscope.

''You could have any woman... so why me?'' You ask curiously, the question that has been eating at your brain finally leaving your lips.

''Why not you?'' He turns the question to you, eyebrows slightly raised as he gives you a knowing look before elaborating. ''You're smart, charismatic, beautiful... Why any other woman when you have it all?'' You hum in acknowledgement, thinking about his words.

''Is it tiring? Loving me?'' Your tone is much more honest this time, as if you're deep in thought. His heart fills with fake hope as he sees your honest expression.

''Tiring? No...'' He replies in a whisper, voice rough for a moment as he thinks about it. ''No, mami, but it's hard.'' He matches your honesty, adjusting you so you're more comfortable as he carries you.

''I know you use me, but I still love you either way. It drives me crazy.'' He admits with a soft chuckle, a small smile on his lips despite the hurt in his eyes, showing you just how honest he's with you.

[the-offside-rule]

Max Verstappen - Nice To Meet Ya

Requested: no

Prompt: Nice To Meet Ya by Niall Horan

Warnings: nope

Max sat in the Red Bull garage, looking over to a new member of the team, Y/n. Max could never seem to be able to introduce himself to her casually and that bothered him greatly. He just wanted to know her name and he couldn't even do that right. He would go asking, but then word would spread and people would assume things. Regardless if Max felt those feelings or not, he didn't want those whispers spreading. He carefully formulated multiple plans to find out her name and nott a single one seemed to work. Everytime he turned around, she disappeared which made everything so much more difficult.

Max looked away from her to talk to one of his engineers that was showing him something and the second he turned back around, she was gone. He groaned slightly frustrated. Where did she have to be all the time? He had given up on waiting for her, he decided to go and look for her instead. He turned to his engineer Paul and decided to just ask. "Hey Paul? Who's that girl that I keep seeing but never meet?" he asked, trying to sound as uninterested as possible but it didn't work. He tried too well and that's what betrayed him. "What? Do you fancy her or something?" Max was cornered now. "Yeah, yeah. Don't tell anyone! But who is she? I've never seen her before." he said, keeping his voice down. "Well you can go and ask her now. She's working on your car." Max spun his head around and low and behold, there she was doing a check. "Right guys, the car seems to be alright on the outside. Let's have a look inside and then fire her up." Max was almost captivated by her voice as he looked down at her admiringly. He heard a few chuckles and laughs which made him look up to see some of the other mechanics catching his stare. "Guys! Less of it, come on!" the mystery woman snapped. Max liked her. She was feisty.

"Can I help you at all or are you just going to stare at me from behind?" his eyes widened. "No, not at all. Just watching the car." Max replied cooly. "Actually, what's your name? I know everyone here except you." he continued on. "Does it matter really? You can't possibly remember who I am." she scoffed. "No really, I know everyone's name. I just need yours and I've ticked off my list." She stood up, finally finished looking in her side of the car. "Front right is fine." she called and walked to the computers. "Seriously, what is your name? What do you do here?" She finally gave in. "I'm Y/n Y/l/n and I'm Composite Event Support Technician for Red Bull Racing in 2023." Max blinked. Y/n. What a beautiful name.

"So then Y/n, any problems with my car at all?" Max asked as she worked away. "Nope. You don't have to worry about any of that. You just drive well so it proves we weren't wasting our time." She smiled, getting a bit annoyed with the driver. "I am getting the feeling that you don't like me all that much." Y/n let out a breath and turned back around to work. "Look, let me bring you out and I'll prove I'm not that bad of a guy." Max said swiftly sliding in front of her. "Out? Like a hangout?" she asked. "I was thinking more of a date." Y/n looked at him with wide eyes. "Isn't that a bit unprofessional?" she asked. "Very but I want to blow your mind. Just come with me." She chuckled and shook her head in disbelief. "You just met me and already you asked for a date. Why is that?"

"No reason. I just like the way you talk, I like what you wear, it's just perfection." he smirked. "You've only ever seen me wearing Red Bull gear." she laughed. "So let's change that. I'll treat you to a drink and you can determine whether or not I'm a good person." Y/n really didn't want to go but she was curious. Was he at all a good person? Only one way to find out she guessed...

[harukaprism]

Love ever after

Pairing: Alhaitham x GN!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, a bit a swearing, jealous Alhaitham

Word Count: 1,369 (nice)

You swore off relationships, swore off love, locked your heart away after the last relationship ended horribly. This time it was just you and only you. You moved away from your hometown and found yourself in the heart of Sumeru, accepted into the Akademiya and given a fresh new start. 

It has been like this for two years now, studying, school, work at the Cafe, then home to sleep finally. Your cold heart at the bottom of your to-do list, but imagine your surprise when your path eventually crossed with the insane scribe you met when you first came to the city in a daze. 

At first you hadn't realized who helped you find the apartment building, show you around town and which rooms to go through the school but as you got used to your new life it hit you and you avoided Alhaitham at all costs. 

In the past he only showed up every once in a while at the Cafe you worked at, but as you grew more comfortable around his presence it seemed the more he became a thorn in your side that hid itself from removal. 

Just like every other night, Alhaitham was sat in a corner reading his many books with a dinner and drink barely touched in front of him, Kaveh made a surprise appearance as he usually did. 

But it seemed you and Alhaitham were sick of the blonde on this night, as you had served them drink after drink having to endure the torture of Kavehs rants. Meeting the teal and scarlet eyes often scribe you walked over to their table for hopefully the last time you gave your best customer service smile to the two roommates. "Kaveh, is there anything else I can get you tonight?" 

His amber eyes met yours as he huffed. "No, I'll be taking my leave now." Dramatic as always the blonde strode out of your work with a certain pout. 

The silver haired man made no attempt to thank you but you didn't need it so you walked back to the kitchen to keep cooking and serving other customers. The night drew to a slow pace as all the students and citizens resigned for the night. 

You finally made your way to Alhaithams table to clear away the now empty plate of food. "I'm surprised you ate it after the time Kaveh took up." 

"I took bites between his rants." Finally looking up from the book he met your eyes. "His projects weren't too uninteresting, of course I already knew about them being that-" 

"You are The Scribe." You interrupted teasingly. "Yes yes, all hail the almighty Scribe of the Akademiya." With that you turned and took his dishes to the kitchen to wash, he'd be here until closing to finish his book, then you'd go your separate way as always.

When you finished everything and were closing up you spotted the silver haired man waiting outside. He claimed to be so unpredictable, yet you knew this was incorrect as you tracked his movements every night in the Cafe. "Did you get a lot of reading done?" You asked as you approached him. 

"I tuned out Kaveh so yes actually." Standing up from where he was leaning up against the building you allowed him to approach you. This was routine, he'd bid you a good night and be on his way. 

"Good for you." Securing your bag that held your uniform you started to walk past you. "Good night!" You were used to the silent walk home yet footsteps followed you. 

"How are your studies going?" This surprised you, he never walked you home he never asked about what you did in school. 

“They are fine, why so interested suddenly?” Looking at him his face was unreadable, like usual but there was something different about his eyes. “I am working on a large project with another student, we are meeting up tomorrow to work on it.” 

He was silent for a moment before he spoke up. “Are they competent enough to give you a passing grade?” Why was he so worried about your grades now? 

“No, I don’t think so. His grades-” 

“His?” Alhaitham interrupted as he stopped walking right outside of your apartment building. 

“Yes? Is there a problem?” What was with him? “Haitham, what has gotten into you, are you in work mode? Do you need something from me as a student?” When he said nothing and only stared at you you fished out your keys from your bag and walked to the front door. “See you later.” 

The next day after getting ready for a day out with your school partner you were met with the tall and broad chest of a certain Scribe. “Haitham, what the hell? Don’t you have papers to review?” Rubbing your nose you met his eyes, though instead of his normal deadpan look there was something more stirring. 

“Where are you going, it’s too early for you and school hasn’t started for your Darshan.” What the hell was his attitude? 

“Did you wake up in Kavehs bed or did you skip your coffee?” Pushing past him you started to walk into the city, agreeing to meet with your partner outside of the cafe. Thankfully he didn’t follow you and your work got along swimmingly, stopping through Gandharva Ville for a snack.

When you got back to the city and got to work you noticed the normal table that held the roommates only had the blonde. 

“What did you do to Alhaitham? He got home and he was just ranting and raving and was stomping all over the house.” Kaveh huffed as he leaned against his arm. “Normally I piss him off, you did something.” 

“Kaveh, I literally have no idea. Last night he was acting weird and asked about my studies, then when I brought up that project I told you about last time, he got all pissy.” With a huff you balanced your tray on your hip as the two of you started to think. 

Why would he get mad about you and your partner, the two of you only partnered up because his backed out of the Akademiya at the last minute and you just wanted to help. 

“Wait, hold on. Did you tell him about your partner in the project?” Kavehs red eyes shot open quickly as he stared at you. 

“Well yeah of course I did, why wouldn’t I?” Like a Sumter Beast the realization hit you. “Holy shit!” Tossing your tray on the table you ran out of the cafe quickly. It would take you a few minutes to get to his office but running at a full sprint shouldn’t take long. 

Dodging people left and right you ran right into his office where you knew he would be, his silver hair the only thing you could see over his obnoxious book, he didn’t even grace you with a glance. “Yes?” 

“You’re jealous!” You exclaimed while the laugh you had been trying to hold bubbled to the surface as you watched his body go rigid. Instead of facing you he only turned in his chair away from you. “Haitham, are you seriously jealous of my school partner?” Walking around his desk you pushed the book down to see his face. You were met with a pleasant pink hit of blush on the apples of his cheeks. He didn’t speak like you thought he would, he just refused to meet your eyes as he looked away. “As a man of truth isn’t it important to face the facts?” 

This time he did speak. “You don’t need him to finish your project. I will help you.” Was he serious? He wasn’t even part of your Darshan! “I know that face, despite not being part of your Darshan I happen to know a lot about the topic of your project.” 

“Of course the all mighty Scribe does!” Barking out a laugh you held your stomach, when you saw a smile crack his ever stoic face you knew that you were falling for him in a way you swore you would never do. 

“We start tonight, I need a reason to be away from Kaveh.”

[mikuni14]

The Sign - Ep 5

As usual, I'll start with the police part of the story, the least important. All the time I was thinking about only one thing: if only you were so motivated, if only you devoted as much time, resources and effort to catching a fucking r*pist as you put into catching a grief-stricken, sick man. If only the inspector team leader shook the victim's hand and promised them everything like he promises a fucking criminal. Copaganda just doesn't work anymore, sorry guys, but acab 🤷‍♀️

I was kind of puzzled by Phaya's behavior at the beginning of the episode, I think he should have believed Tharn, his behavior is a bit ooc. I.. think? I assume that the still angry Phaya is just done so that the plot can later give a scene of him coming to his senses after almost losing Tharn (*and insert romantic scene here*). What I liked was how in character Tharn was, and he acted exactly as he should. And the look on Phaya's face when he unintentionally hit Tharn.

Phaya and Dr. Douchelaton scene was simply awesome, starting with the two of them momentarily slipping into the world of supernatural 🤩. Everything was cool here, Phaya's claw-like fingers, the way Doc could barely control his rage (that clenching jaw), their fight for dominance, for Tharn. Omg! Personally I like jealousy done well and Phaya fighting for Tharn and winning was a *chef's kiss*. And wow, Heng perfectly shows what a psycho Dr. Chophisdickoff is, his behavior, his expressions 👌

I love that when it comes to sexual fantasies, Tharn is slightly brothel-ish and Phaya has soft fantasies decorated with dancing luminous lights ✨

The shock on the face of the naga-possessed vigilante when the knife pierced Tharn, instead of that pesky bird, was so cool. Also telling. Tharn shielding Phaya and fighting the enemy with his superpowers was my fav 👌👌

Phaya and Tharn's reconciliation scene… oh gosh, what can I say except that when Phaya is angry, he is angry, but when he is not angry, he literally makes the most romatic, raw marriage vows. Or something. The way they touch each other tenderly, how they get lost in each other's eyes 🥺

The bed scene had me chewing on the walls, crawling on the ceiling and understanding quantum physics for a second. Ok, but this is what I call chemistry between characters (actors). It was Tharn trying to mold his body around Phaya's, wrapping around him, leaving not an inch of space between them. The way Phaya gently lifts Tharn's head to cradle him in his arms, to hug him closer, to make sure that there is absolutely NO space between them, that he finally has the opportunity to have Tharn in his arms. IT'S HOW NATURAL THEY LOOK TOGETHER, HOW PERFECTLY THEY FIT TOGETHER LIKE PUZZLE PIECES. The way Phaya took care of Tharn and looked at him with tenderness, the way he stopped Tharn's hand from going any further. Phaya is such a good guy. The way Phaya looks like he's experiencing nirvana when he finally has Tharn in his arms, cuddled up to him. (as a person of refined manners and uninterested in worldly pleasures, I will NOT write anything about the effect that Tharn's shaved legs certainly do NOT have on me. I will also politely ignore how Phaya's attention immediately shifted to those legs in this 👇 scene)

gif by @mymycorrhizae

I also want to say that I keep thinking about how caring, how forgiving Tharn is. How I think of his sweet, sweet face, especially upturned as he looks at Phaya with devotion and love. Tharn has my whole heart. I love how Tharn "don't come near me, you handsome cow" freaks out every time there's even a hint of the possibility of losing Phaya, like when Sand offers Phaya a date with her friend, or when Phaya gets mad at him and don't want to talk to him 😭 So I'm really looking forward to the next episode and long-haired, sweet Tharn/Wansarat caring for the wounded enemy Phaya/Garuda.

[landwriter]

1589 got me feeling&rambling and I'm so sorry beforehand that I can't keep it short and simple, as would probably befit the thing. Feel free to ignore if not interesting to you, still you are the one that comes to mind when thinking about Hob being morally grey.

That scene is always so painful to watch, mostly because Hob is behaving like such a sorry fool. He has really decked himself out to impress his stranger and misses the mark so dramatically.

(Whereas Dream seemingly has not held back either - I mean it's easily his hottest look, you can't tell me he didn't mean to make a lasting impression. So much disappointment on both sides.)

Cringe Hob as part of the dark Hob spectrum, his self-importance/selfishness showing - of course it's not pure fun to watch, but I'm always so fascinated by that flicker of pain (foreshadowing shame) that comes right to the surface in all his put on show, just before he orders the lamb. The contrast makes for a very intense moment, imo. And I am wondering, has he really left all of this behind by 1889? Or is he simply more smooth by that time (that's what I'm getting from the show) ? In fanfics his flaws are mostly depicted as minor or serving a good end in modern times, he is always such a goodie by then (and I love him, of course). But can we imagine just a trace of more questionable/offputting Hob in the mix (if only on impulse) - to be clear, I have no idea how that would work. Or should we just be grateful that that lies behind him (it certainly makes for a much more likeable character and a nicer love story)?

(me force feeding myself more of the horrible stuff I just wanted to avoid looking at)

It's a beautiful contrast: opulence and insecurity. Success and asking still for validation. I have Thoughts on each meeting (please send me asks about them) - ostensibly the very first fannish thing I did for this show, and also in my adult life, was rewatch the meetings and pause constantly and take - oh holy Christ over 4,000 words of notes.

I propose Hob is not acting like a sorry fool. Sure, some bits are clearly played for comedy. Hob is selfish, self-important, and given to hedonism. He is concerned primarily with his own comfort and the personal pleasures of life. But I blame 1589 pretty solidly on Dream. In 1489, after being asked what his experience is like, he answers Dream with an inarticulate statement spoken by a true person who just Digs The Experience of Experiencing: it's 'fucking brilliant' and 'all changing'. Dream asks how, Hob literally looks around the room like a student who forgot an essay was due, and names chimneys and playing cards. Handkerchiefs. Simple things - still sensual things - but simple ones. Certainly no sociopolitical discourse here. What will you people think of next, says Dream, deeply sarcastic and visibly disinterested. And Dream also asks him: but what is Hob doing with his time? This, too, he is under-prepared to answer. Soldiering, banditry, bit of printing press work. Hardly enough to impress this supernatural lord, and Hob can tell.

When he is granted, explicitly, another 100 years by Dream, it is not only a relief, but I think a part of Hob squares its jaw in that moment and says: I'll show him - I'll show him what I can do in a century, I'll earn his pleased regard. Not necessarily because he's even, you know, madly in love at this point, but because he's in it for the living, does not intrinsically have great ambitions, but does have someone who has a) seemingly granted him this greatest gift and b) is unimpressed with what he's doing with it. And he's lost everyone he knew. Dream is now his oldest acquaintance, and wouldn't it be nice if he liked Hob?

He knows only the language of what impresses other men, and this is what he achieves. But to Dream, both Hob's socially-valued successes and his deeply personal ones are terrifically uninteresting. They are not New Dreams To Spur The Minds Of Men. There is no new story in a man seeking fortune and having a wife and a child he loves. He is ancient as the first dreaming thing, and he is Bored. He is, in fact, soured on this meeting from the outset, when he says "Hello, Hob," which on my watch struck me, apparently, as extremely bizarre and of having a real air of Hob being In Trouble. (The only other times Dream says his name are at the first, looming and omniscient, and in 1789, - 'I suggest you find yourself a different line of business, Robert Gadling'. He does not say it at their modern meeting.)

I mean - how would you impress someone? Someone who was interested in your deeds? Putting on a nice little dinner and catching them up on your life, talking about your family, seems a decent enough shout. It's not like you can ask him about his life, he won't offer information when asked and only sometimes will correct you if you venture your own guesses. (see also: 1889 foreshadowing) Hob is feeling proud and triumphant, feeling like he's come far. He is obviously a bit obnoxious about it, but I do think Dream shows off his flaws far more in 1589 than Hob does.

Hob's greatest sin, here, is trying to be liked. His greatest regret is almost certainly not the spread he put on, but the moment he was really, truly, earnest - not underscored even by a subsequent joke - the moment he declaims that this is what he had imagined Heaven to be like (safe enough to walk the streets; good food; good wine) - Life is so rich, he says - and Dream looks away to listen to Will Shaxberd, and we watch real time as Hob's expression collapses. He had leaned forward nearly out of his chair in enthusiasm, and now he shrinks back, reminded again of the dangers of earnestness: being alone in it. Being ignored. Better to make a joke of things, which is why he tells so many around Dream, especially after being more open - it's clearly a matter of habit. (It is also, incidentally, absolutely unappealing to Dream, who really and truly looks at him for the first time in 1689, when he is stripped of the social niceties of men and reigns nothing in.) He eats. He frets. He has had another century, and he has failed to impress the stranger.

The worst moment, I think, is that Dream does not renew their compact. He does not ask Hob if he still wishes to live, and Hob does not get the opportunity to say "Oh, yes." He was given this gift for one reason: the stranger was curious about his experiences. Does the stranger seem still curious about him now? I wonder, honestly, if Hob thought he would see another meeting.

Has he really left that all behind by 1889? No - you hear it in his own words, 'People are almost always better than you think they are.' - the earnesty, and then the joke - 'Not me, though, still the same as ever.' Except it's not really a joke, is it? Hob is saying to Dream, I know you don't think much of me, well, I don't pretend to think much of myself. He still wants Dream's validation, of course, he's just trying to earn it differently. (It goes poorly.) He's smoother, but also more frustrated, more fed up, more hungry for knowledge of his stranger; and I think that's such an interesting point in time for him. I think he leaves little behind, and what he does leave behind, he dreams of. He's changed so much and so little, and I think you could really go in whatever direction you want depicting that and be convincing.

I can't speak to the fanon on Hob's flaws because I don't read nearly as much as I wish I could. While I don't personally think 1589 Hob was actually that questionable or offputting - at least no more than most people would be in that situation - I would love to see a modern fic where has the same flaws he's always had, where they come up maybe different than they would have several centuries ago, but they absolutely exist, it does have plot consequences. Bonus points if he is not being offputting for the purposes of rescuing Dream from the fishbowl - if his flaws exist independent of his relationship with Dream altogether. Bonus bonus points if Hob is the one whose character development needs to be developed and Dream is in a better place than he is. If anyone has fic recs feel free to drop them in the comments!

P.S. 1589 Dream, wow, yes, for sure. 10/10 would babble and get walked out on

[bontenten]

good girl

Pairing: Itoshi Sae x f!reader WC: 2k Tags/Warning: eating disorders, throw-up, yandere, manipulation, body-shaming, degradation, humiliation, drugs, pregnancy mention, eating disorders

a/n: read the tags, not my problem otherwise. :looksaway: anyways, fun fact, football/soccer is so insanely popular on instagram. ronaldo is the most followed account with 579M (the only individual to pass 500M, the other is the ig account), closely followed by messi with 457M. 2 football clubs and 2 other football athletes-ish are also on the top 50 list. i was genuinely amazed?

Happiness is sharing that meal with the man you love the most, global football star, Itoshi Sae. After so many years of hard work, Sae is finally the star mid-fielder for FC Barcha. He has so many commercial gigs, sponsorships, and invitations to special events and dinners. With Sae, you have tasted things beyond your wildest dreams. You cannot imagine a better version of your life than the one right now, next to him. 

It's glamor and perfection for a little while. One day, the news headline flashes "Itoshi Rin: Star Striker of Bastard München". That day, you see a new, unfamiliar expression on Sae's face. You don't have a word for it, but you can describe it as a peculiar mix of pride and disgust. But he's the only one you'll ever look at. The best in the world, to you forever. You think it's enough. 

Rin's debut in the global football scene is hailed as the birth of a genius and superstar. The same talk shows, magazines, and brands suddenly flock over to the younger Itoshi. And for the first time, since Sae has joined FC Barcha, the team walks away from the World Cup, defeated. The journalists sensationalized the entire match. The most circulated photo is none other than Rin mid-air about to send the final point into the goal. 

A week later, Itoshi Sae is no longer the most followed individual on Instagram. He's overtaken by Itoshi Rin, with over 600 million followers in a feat that has only been achieved by the platform's own page. Sae never seemed to care about details like that, since he rarely ever posts to his page. It's usually managed by a special team instead. But you find Sae looking at Rin's page, focused on a photo of Rin and a gorgeous woman pressed tightly to him,  a popular gravure idol now better known as Rin's girlfriend. You will never forget the scrutinizing look he gives you that evening.

The comments about your body and eating habits started crawling in. You don't realize it at first, thinking that of course, Sae would know more about gastronomy than you. He's been to so many more places than you and seen so many things. He's always careful with his food too, as an athlete. 

--

You kiss him back, eagerly guiding his hand toward the waistline of your panties. Sae rests his hands on your hip and stops.

"You've put on weight," he comments bluntly.

You're a bit confused and still a bit excited.

"M-Maybe. I'm getting my period soon, so I might be a bit bloated," you stammered. Seeing Sae's uninterested expression, you cross your arms to hide your body. "I'll run sometime this week, all good."

Sae ignores your suggestion and leans back against the headboard. "Did you take the tablets I got for you?"

You think back to the large capsules in the jar that you're supposed to take twice a day. "Oh, I forgot. I'll just take it tomorrow," you tell him, not wanting to travel all the way downstairs so late at night.

Sae groans and gets up. A moment later he returns with a glass of water. "Here, I went to get it for you. You have to take it on time every day."

He offers you three pills in his palm and you take one, except he gestures for you to take more. 

You look at him cautiously. "I think...I'm only supposed to take one."

A loud sigh escapes him. "But you keep forgetting, so just in case. It's fine. You won't overdose. They're like vitamins." 

"Okay." You swallow pill after pill after pill.

Sae smiles and presses a kiss on your forehead. "Good girl, let's go to bed now."

--  

A month after taking those pills, you notice your tastebuds drastically changing. Everything you eat tastes like ashes. For most meals, you try to swallow a few bites, but they go down like sandpaper. And then everything is heaved out not too long afterward.

Sae is with you each time, giving you encouragement and comforting you. He gives you water to rinse out your mouth. He tells you that you feel better now that extra waste is cleared. It's funny that the first time you threw up, you thought you were pregnant. And had the same thought the second time your period was late. 

Your period isn't late. It's just gone.

Your wardrobe also transforms. Sae brings back so many gifts often, filling your closet with designer outfits. You recognize a couple of the brands. You've seen the photoshoots of Rin and his girlfriend. He asks you if you want to try them on. You should have realized that Sae doesn't spend his time playing dress-up with you. 

"Do they have another size, Sae?" you ask nervously, trying to suck in your core as tight as possible.

You see him wrap his arms around you in the mirror, face resting in the crook of your neck. He shakes his head. "I can't take back something I bought already. Do you still like the styles?"

You give him a weak smile and concede. "Yea, they're pretty."

"Good. You look good in them," Sae whispers low in your ears. "Just have to lose a bit more. One day you'll fit them just perfectly."

Sae tells you how important it is to have a goal in mind and always focus on the big picture. And that he'll help you. Always.

--

More weeks pass by. You can't sleep at night anymore. Your feet are just always so cold, nothing you wear or do can warm it up at all. And you're so hungry, your sense of smell is so heightened that the air is palpable. The faintest trace of something has your mouth watering. After checking that the man next to you is sleeping soundly, you carefully tip-toe down the hall, avoiding the floorboard spots that will creak. It's a laborious feat when you also have a  sprained ankle.

In the darkness of 3 A.M., you find heaven and bliss. You grab at the frozen foods but pause at the thought of turning on the stove or oven. Sae will wake up. You spot a single ice cream popsicle left in the box. It's from the last time Rin visited. Expired, but it'll do. Sae won't pay attention to it. It won't hurt. You rip off the packaging savoringly the sweetness and cold tingles that seem to bring life back into your body. For the first time, something doesn't taste like chalk. Stay quiet, Sae will wake up. 

"What do you think you're doing?"

Your eyes flick toward the direction of the voice where a dark figure is leaning against the wall. Sae is up. Each step adds to the lump in your throat. The ghostly fridge light illuminates part of him gradually until the displeasure that's written across his face is revealed. Tears began to prickle in your eyes and stream down.

"S-Sae, I'm—I'm so hungry," you sobbed, curling into a ball. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Shhh," Sae coos, using his thumb to swipe your tear away. You're still apologizing between each breath when he wipes the edges of your mouth that are smeared with ice cream. "I know, baby, I know. I know it's hard."

Sae never raises his voice at you. He's always so gentle and extra affectionate in moments of your vulnerability. He reaches for the ice cream pop you're gripping in your hand and takes it from your grasp. He licks the melting trail and finishes the treat in a couple of bites. You don't dare to look at the wooden stick that is the reminder of your late-night exploit. You wish you ate a bit faster.

Sae crouches to your level and waves the little stick in front of your face. "You're not a child. Snooping around late at night for things you know you're not supposed to eat? It's bad for you. Sweets have to be earned."

"Yes, I know," you whisper, ashamed, eyes fixated on the square tiled floors.You hear fabric rustling and soon bright light shines in your eyes. You see the latest picture of Rin and his girlfriend at the beach.

"It's tough love, but take a good look at her." Sae scrolls through a couple of their latest photos. "Look how skinny and sexy she is. See that collarbone? You can drink out of that. Now look at you."

His comments shatter you and you begin to sob. He stands up and continues, "If I wanted just any slutty bitch, I would have ten in my arms right now."

You know he is right. Women fawn over him whenever the two of you go out. At events or just on the streets. Even without his reputation as a football icon, Sae is a gorgeous man. 

You don't have anything left after meeting Sae. Your family and friends are left behind. Your schooling and your job are all set aside. If he doesn't want you anymore, what are you even worth? You panic. "I know Sae. I'm sorry, I'll do better. I swear." 

You really mean it, truly. You feel terrible. 

Sae’s voice softens. "You know why I still choose you out of all of the girls?"

You shake your head.

"Look at me."

You don't move.

"Look at me, baby."

He lifts your chin and your eyes fix on him. His teal eyes seem to glow.

"Because you're a good girl," he says firmly. So assured like it's the most obvious truth in the world. "You're a good girl, yes?"

You nod shakily. 

"You have to look good, so I also look good, understand? Say something." 

You nod again, biting back the tears that are trying to spill. But you manage to choke out a quiet 'yes'.

"When I'm good, we're," he gestures at the space between the two of you, "good. So, don't ruin this for us."

He hands you the popsicle stick. "If you make a mistake, you have to fix it. Then you have to learn from it. It's the same thing as football. I know it's hard, but I also know you can do it. Prove me right."

You crawl up to your feet and prepare to make your way to the bathroom. Except Sae stops you. "Do it here. You made your mistake here."

You take a deep breath and open your mouth. You take two fingers and try to reach the back of your throat. It's the first time you try to induce your gag reflex by yourself. Usually, you just throw up on time or Sae helps. You look towards Sae. He motions at the popsicle stick. So, you try again. This time, the birchwood presses on your tongue.

"That's it," he encourages, "keep going."

You feel the lurch. It comes in dry, just a wave of nausea. You stick the stick a bit deeper in your throat. This time the reaction is a bit more visceral. A few violent gurgles later, acidic cream spills out and splatters onto the floor. You hurl a few more times, just pure bile and some unidentifiable remnants of something. Tears blur your vision and the inside of your nostrils burn. 

"Now clean it up and think about what you did wrong."

You scramble up and limp over to kitchen towels to wipe up your mess.

"I...shouldn't have snuck out at night to...eat ice cream," you confess out loud. "I shouldn't have...eaten..."

"Good job," Sae compliments you, taking the soiled towels from you to throw away and handing you a glass of water and a capsule. "Now you'll never forget. Lessons are only useful if you'll get something out of them. I can see the change in you already."

This is the warm Sae that you love. His smile brings so much joy to you, especially when he is smiling because of you. You sip on the water, expertly swallowing the pill, and nod eagerly. "I'll lose more, Sae. I'll look pretty for you."

Sae smiles and pokes your cheeks. "That's my girl. It's for your own good too, you'll look very pretty when you can fit in the dresses I buy for you."

You bury the thoughts about the sharp pain in your chest and dull ache in your ankles. All that matter is Sae and his love for you. You can lose everything and anything but that.

[silverynight]

The little guardian

The mist hashira comes back looking for him; he still has this uninterested look on his face, but Kotetsu is ready this time, even behind his mask, he narrows his eyes, he hopes the Pillar can feel the hostility coming from him.

But it seems like he doesn't or that he doesn't care.

"The Yoriichi doll doesn't work anymore," the little boy says with a smirk on his face. It's true, he's scared about not being able to repair it, but he's also glad that Tokito won't be able to use it anymore.

That hashira is so incredibly rude and disrespectful and Kotetsu doesn't like him at all.

"I didn't come here for the doll," the mist hashira says and finally it's like light and life glimmer inside his eyes. He's interested in something, focused, although Kotetsu has no idea what that is yet. "I want to see Tanjirou."

"No." Kotetsu puffs his cheeks out, even though it's impossible for the Pillar to notice because of the mask. The boy has decided that Tanjirou is his older brother now, he's his family so he must protect him from infuriating people.

"I want to apologize," Tokito insists, looking slightly desperate this time.

Kotetsu likes what he sees.

"He doesn't like you."

The mist hashira grimaces at that, but doesn't make any attempts to leave the little kid alone.

"It's my fault, I know... For treating him the way I did," he admits, surprising Kotetsu for a moment. "But I promise I'll make it up to him. Just tell me where he is."

Never.

"Apologize to me first," Kotetsu says, puffing his chest out, growing confident, even though the Pillar made him feel bad days ago.

Almost in shock, Kotetsu watches as the hashira nods.

"I'm sorry for the things I told you. That was wrong." Tokito says then.

He really is desperate to see Tanjirou, huh? But why? Kotetsu is a little bit confused now.

"Where's Tanjirou?"

"No."

"Come on! I'm not going to hurt him!" The mist hashira swears, looking even more desperate now. Then, Kotetsu finally notices that he's carrying a bouquet of flowers in one of his hands.

"Are those for Tanjirou?"

Tokito blushes, but nods. And Kotetsu might be ten years old, but he knows what's going on. He's seen that in the village before... Older boys and girls flirting with each other.

"He's not going to like them."

"Why not? They told me they were really beautiful," Tokito says, looking down at his red flowers, now a little bit insecure.

"Because he doesn't like you."

"I'll try to change his mind."

"You won't be able to," Kotetsu assures him, getting a little bit irritated. Well, he already hates the guy.

"So you won't tell me where he is?"

The little boy can tell that Tokito is more than ready to start looking for Tanjirou on his own and the boy can't have that.

"He left the village."

"When?"

"I don't know."

"Did he go back to the butterfly estate?"

"I don't know."

By this point, Tokito looks a little bit irritated as well, but he tries not to show it and he's really good at it because the next time Kotetsu blinks, there's the same neutral expression back on his face.

"Alright, thank you anyway," he finally says before leaving and Kotetsu realizes that the Pillar didn't believe him at all.

***

Fortunately, he sees Tanjirou first and if he keeps him busy, maybe that ridiculous hashira won't be able to find him.

"What if the small boy with horrible long hair came back and apologized to you after what he said?" Kotetsu asks Tanjirou, as they have lunch together.

"You know he's a hashira, Kotetsu," Tanjirou smiles gently. "You should refer to him as that."

"I don't care."

Tanjirou rolls his eyes, but he doesn't scold him, Kotetsu knows the older boy has a soft spot for him; Tanjirou told him he reminded him of one of his siblings.

"So what would you do?"

"If he was being sincere, then I'd forgive him for sure," Tanjirou tells the boy. "Everyone deserves a second chance."

No. That won't do. Then the Pillar will try to flirt with Tanjirou and then marry him! That'd be a nightmare for Kotetsu.

"I don't like him."

"I know. And it's okay, he was very rude to you and hasn't apologized yet. So you have the right not to like him."

At that Kotetsu feels a little bit guilty, but not enough to tell Tanjirou to forgive him.

"Don't be his boyfriend. Okay?"

Tanjirou chokes on his tea and his face turns completely red in seconds.

"Why would you say something like that? He's not even interested in me!" Tanjirou chuckles nervously. "We're not even friends!"

"Just promise me you won't be his boyfriend because I don't like him."

Kotetsu can tell that Tanjirou finds his idea ridiculous, so he doesn't take him seriously.

"Okay," Tanjirou chuckles again, but this time he's genuinely amused. "I won't be Tokito-san's boyfriend."

"Promise me!"

"I promise."

Ha! Kotetsu just won! The rude hashira won't ever marry his big brother Tanjirou!

***

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When I'm not with you think of you always- Alhaitham X Gn!Reader flufftober

"Everything is alright just hold on tight, that's because I'm a god old fashioned lover boy"

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Summary - alhaitham can't get you out of his head, maybe you can help him?

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You had overtaken his thoughts, for months. He couldn't get you out of your head. Your laughter, your smile, your hugs. Alhaitham could hardly get any work done, which was very unusual. People did start to take note of this, whispering as he passed them in the hallways, the streets. He of course paid them no mind, his mind only focused on you. Oh how to get you out of his mind…

"Hey Haitham!"

It was none other then the person who plagued his thoughts. Before he could respond you ran and hugged him from behind, which made him turn slightly red. Thank archons he was able to keep his composure. He tried to turn around which he struggled with. Your Hugs were always quite tight and he struggled to get out, despite being strong himself. "Hello y/n"

"Whatcha doing." You took note of the people all staring. Archons was it really that bad to talk to alhaitham. You finally let him go, becoming slightly self conscious.

"Heading home. You?"

"Coming to find you." You flashed him a smile, oh how that made his heart race. Still he showed no sign of emotion. How hard was it to get him to smile, atleast a little?

"What seems to be the issue? If it's something regarding the academia, you'll have to come to my office tomorrow."

"No no, nothing like that. I just need to talk to you."

No one ever wanted to volunterily talk to him. Why would you? He pondered why you, one of the prettiest/handsomest people in Sumeru, would want to talk to him. Only you could answer that for him. "Hmm what about?"

"Oh um, maybe we move somewhere a bit more private." To the passing people it may have seemed like you were implying something, alhaitham also took the same approach to that.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh no no nothing like that Alhaitham."

He only nodded in exchange. You started to walk away, so he followed. Oh how people would talk after this, usually Alhaitham was by himself he seemed content that way. Soon you reached his house, the house wasn't clean but not messy either. Kaveh wasn't home either which made it easier to talk to him.

"So what is it?"

"Oh um, Archons I'm not quite sure how to say this." You added a little chuckle for good measure. Alhaitham was listening intently, but he seemed uninterested in a way. He had his usual stance, and his face was just unemotional. This made you a whole lot more nervous.

"Alhaitham, I.." You sighed, his answers either gonna be yes or no, it's fine Y/n. "I like you."

Alhaitham was taken aback, he had taken.a guess where this conversation was going, and he did guess here. He just wasn't sure how to respond. "You do?"

"I'm such an idiot, cause I know you won't like me back. Ah, I shouldn't have done this, I'm sorry for bothering you I'll leave."

"Wait."

So you stopped, the only normal thing to do. Why did he ask me to late? He is gonna yell at me? Ah, I'm such an idiot.

"Y/n you're not an idiot." That was his way of telling you he liked you.

"H-huh, b-but."

Then he hugged you. Not a half assed hug but a real one. Silence fell between you two. You buried your face in his chest, only because you were as pink as a peach. It didn't make it better when he kissed you on the head. And it got even worse when he kissed you, on the lips this time. His body was pressed against yours and your lips locking. Well until Kaveh came home

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[malestransforming]

Hey. I'm not happy with who I am. Can you make a change, please? I don't care what it is.

Oh hi. Thanks for your question.

How did you know I could do anything? It's a secret, but I have everything powers. I can do anything and everything. First of all, let me snap my fingers and magic you to The Changing Room.

snap

Welcome. It's pretty plain here right now, but it will work.

So let's get a good look at you. You're skinny fat, short, wear glasses, nothing interesting or uninteresting. So let's change that. First of all you need to be naked, whoop, there go your clothes.

You need some meat on you! Let's bubble up those thighs and calves, get them muscled and big. Yeah, that's it. It feels like I'm squeezing your muscles really hard, and I am, just not literally. Look down, those massive hairy legs are yours now. I'll make the feet bigger too. Your thighs are massive bro, you squat every fucking day and you love it.

Feel the heat around your dick? It's getting bigger. You're a show-er and a grow-er now. It's fucking thick and might. Go ahead and touch it. Feels good, right?

Okay, I'll widen your hips and torso now. You've got some abs — they're not chiseled, but they don't need to be. You're built for power and strength. Your chest and pecs though bro, you're gonna love them! Feel that heat? Steady now, you're losing your balance. Use those massive trunk thighs you've got to stay steady. Oh yeah, you're jacked. Let's move to your shoulders and go down your arms and make them huge to match. Did you hear that pop? Your shoulders are fucking huge man. Let me rub your arms for you, they are looking perfect too.

Actually, I just want to go back and add some slight definition to your obliques. You feel that? Felt like you were getting bigger, and you are! Okay, you look weird with just the bottom half covered in hair. Let's add some more to your top. Don't scratch it! I know it tickles, but it's gotta come in properly.

Okay, the face. You're like 35, 36 right? We'll keep you at that age. You are large and in charge. I'll make your nose slightly smaller, your eyes bigger and poof up your hair a little. I want to add some character to your face, so let me lift up your ears a little bit. Don't worry, I won't make you look weird, I just think you should have a cute feature. Perfect.

And I'm done. Nice job by me, if I do say so myself. I'll sprinkle some mental changes too I think... You're a bro, you love to work out and lift weights, but you're not a dumbass. That head squeeze was me just passing on those changes.

Okay before you go, I have these swim suit for you. Throw this on. Damn, you're sexy. It really brings out your fucking thick legs! I did good on those, eh?

[themountainsays]

It looks like the writers at Loki decided to undo all the romance, prune sylki from the timeline, srly if you don't watch season 1 you can't even tell they had something going on once. More surprising is that Loki doesn't care at all when Sylvie kissed him like, 3 days ago. He just forgot.

And I think that's bad writing because... as Brandon Sanderson puts it, stories make promises, for example, "this will be a love story", "this will be a coming of age story", "this is going to be a vampire story". If you set up a story as a vampire story but then only focus on the werewolves, even if most of it is good, it's inevitably going to feel like nothing is happening and there was no story, because in the first two or three chapters, you sold your story as a vampire story, even if you thought you were writing a werewolf story, and the readers will think they're reading a vampire story in which it just takes ages for the vampire part to actually start, and then it never arrives, and they didn't even enjoy the werewolf story because it felt like useless filler taking up the space meant to be for vampires. And it just feels like nothing ever happens.

In this case, Sylki is vampires and the temporal loom plotline is werewolf. Not only is it uninteresting, but it also just feels like the writers did a 180 and decided to take the show on a completely different direction out of nowhere. And if you're going to not fulfill your narrative promises, then you need to deliver something BETTER than what you promised - and Loki did that! In the first season. It set it up as a story about Loki playing cat and mouse with another Loki, which is cool and interesting, but then, Loki and the other Loki fell in love! Add drama, add character, add emotion and growth, and THEN it becomes even better, to the point you forget you ever wanted Loki trying to arrest another Loki in the first place.

But this season does the complete opposite. The temporal loom has no character, no personality, no emotion and no growth. The characters in the crew are either underdeveloped, have underdeveloped relationships with each other, or both. So when the writers want us to believe Loki's true motivation is to keep his friends close because he discovered the power of friendship, we don't buy it. I could buy Loki and Sylvie loving each other if the writers put a little bit more effort. I can buy Loki and Mobius being... coworkers who get along and work well together, they may even be friends if they talked about their feelings a bit more. The rest? I can barely remember their names or any significant conversation they had with Loki that wasn't about saving a soulless, empty, narratively useless temporal loom. This show became less about Loki and his loved ones, and more about a machine they need to fix. That's all everyone does all the time. And the one time Loki talks about his feelings... I'm not even gonna say it's ridiculous that he says he wants his friends, or that he suddenly cares about the TVA, "savings things", order or what have you, as if he hadn't tried to destroy New York like 2 weeks ago. Because ANYTHING he could have said would have been ridiculous. Be it love, friendship, redemption, duty, basic decency, power, ego or anything else, had NOT been set up at all during this season. The only thing they had going on, maybe, is some love for Sylvie as a leftover from last season, and even then it'd be shaky because Loki and Sylvie haven't shared an atom of affection at all since this season started, and even THAT would feel forced at this point.

I'm really disappointed in this season, I really loved the first one, I loved sylki and the sylki fandom, I'll still watch the last episode, but I'm pretty sad this is what we get in the end. A non-ending to an abandoned story about Loki, Sylvie, free will, chaos and identity, forever without conclussion, with only a storyline about a broken machine to call a continuation, a Loki whose only ACTUAL motivation is "Save the TVA or everything gets destroyed", but says he's only doing this for the power of friendship... without forming any friendships along the way.

What I would have done instead would be to amp up the character tension - remember that storyline about Loki chasing around another Loki? Bring it back. Make Loki and Sylvie "enemiss", with an obvious sexual tension, maybe, or make him desperately look for her as a villanous outcast on the run, just give some texture, some meat, anything at all to their relationship. And give Loki an actual motivation. Erase the temporal loom storyline. Keep He Who Remains as the main antagonistic force. Make it opposing him something... optional. Something Loki is either choosing to do or choosing not to, because if it's something he HAS to do or else the world ends, he necessarily would need to potpone any real desires of his, and that's not an interesting story. Whether he fights HWR or not, it has to be because it connects to something he actually, really wants. Because this show isn't fooling anyone. Loki doesn't care about the power of friendship. He just has to "save the TVA or everything gets destroyed". If he was only in it because he wanted friends, he would have actually befriended someone along the way, and not just pulled around coworkers to help him fix a broken end-of-the-world machine they had to help fix anyway.

[forgwater]

Informant's Curse

Silver Bullet AU -Cater-

Silver Bullet AU by @jackplushie

Enjoy!~

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Excited chatter, laughter and clinking of glasses fill the bar in a warm and lively atmosphere, like a blanket enveloping you in its comforting embrace.

The Heartslabyul gang seemed to be in high spirits and it was starting to rub off on you too. It was a welcome change since finally there was no fighting, though, you don’t exactly expect the peace to last for very long.

It’s only a matter of time until someone does something to piss off their leader and you really don’t feel like cleaning glass shards off of every imaginable surface tonight.

Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, but then your eyes land on Cater. He wasn’t at his usual spot at your counter or at their leader’s table… nor was he around anyone else it would seem. Cater opted instead for an empty table in one of the bar’s shadowy corners.

Away from the other’s eyes.

Unusual, you think.

He never sat alone.

You suppose working for the mafia wasn't easy... especially with a boss like the one of Heartslabyul. Information gathering has been Cater's job ever since he joined the gang. And by the time you became the bartender, he was already a regular.

The man was a chronic flirt. Constantly making comments that could be considered suggestive, winking at his “victims” just to fluster them further, compliments flowing off his tongue like honey. Yet it was all for show. Blatant efforts to get as much information out of his targets as possible.

And his behavior wasn't all that different with you either. Though you've rebuffed his advances on multiple occasions, he was yet to stop.

Not that you minded all that much.

For his part, Cater never seemed to mind your rejection too much, only leaving you with a few playful remarks:

"How cruel!~"

"I'll get you one of these times!"

"I know you'll fall for my charms sooner or later!~"

All before coming back the very next day to try his luck once more.

But today was a bit different. There’s no cheerful smile on his face… almost as if it was never there to begin with. His eyes as empty as the glass he kept playing with.

And then he sees you. And you feel as if you were caught red-handed, doing something you shouldn’t. A small wave of adrenaline washes over you as you avert your eyes from the man.

Are you more embarrassed for yourself or for him?

He looked... different. No shine in his green eyes, no mischievous smile playing on his lips.

Everyone's celebrating and yet he stays hidden in a private booth.

What's gotten into him? You briefly wonder. You might've even asked him about it, if he wasn't a member of the Heartlabyul mafia. And you want nothing more to do with your patrons, other than serving them drinks.

But you glance at him again and happen to catch his line of sight. As you lock eyes with the lone figure, he attempts to give you a halfhearted smile, before going back to playing with his almost empty glass.

With a sigh, you decide make your way over to him. Bartender duty and all that.

"Do you want another drink, Cater?" you try.

"You should help out the other patrons."

Cold.

Detached.

Uninterested.

What… even…?

“Hehe~ did not expect that, did you?~” his voice is… “playful” the…smirk playing on his lips distorted. A look of disgust combined with boredom.

Now he looks more like a man working for the mafia than he’s ever looked before. No friendliness can be seen on his face or in his eyes.

“What the h-“ but you are cut off.

“Please sit.” Cater motions for the seat opposite of him. “And please be quiet … the other guys wouldn’t be too pleased if we disturbed them, don’t you agree~?”

And so, having your bar full with only one gang turned from peaceful to threatening.

So, you take that damned seat.

One wrong more and-

“Smart choice~.” the ginger beams. “Thank you for cooperating so far! How about we keep going like this, hmmm~?”

“You-“

“Now, don’t go breaking my heart! I want us to have a pleasant chat!”

“…What about?” you test.

“Hmmm…” the man brings a finger to his chin in contemplation “Oh! I know!” Cater lets out a chuckle.

“How about our future date and relationship?”

Now wouldn’t be a good time to refuse, now would it?

So why not give good ‘ol Cay Cay a chance? He’ll do anything to make sure you don’t regret it!

[youn9racha]

Impenetrable

pairing: lee know x afab!reader

genre: smut

synopsis: you challenged minho to do something you knew he wouldn't fail, but did so otherwise just for the sake of him putting you into place.

warning: fingering, cunnilingus, implications of brat (reader) and brat tamer (minho), implied d/s, squirting, minho being cocky at the end

words: 869

a/n: this felix fic is gonna be the death of me, so i decided to put it on hold and just publish a quick one like this in the meantime. intially I wanted this to be a seungmin fic (since i barely write fics for him), but i though Minho's fitting, so maybe i'll cook up something with seungmin if im still uninterested on putting out that felix fic... we'll wait and see.

This is no way representative of the way Stray Kids act. They’re nothing but references of character, and in no shape or form is this how they act. And I am in no way romanticizing or glamorizing any toxic behavior exhibited, they’re just stories that is meant to be read. And if you are under 18 years of age, PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT. Readers discretion is advised.

“Betcha can’t make me cum without your cock.” You proclaimed, challenge laced on your tone and body language by having a sinister smile and crossing your arms.

“Oh, is that so?” Minho smirked, looking at you almost mimicking your current mannerism. You nodded back, almost confidently, “Damn, right so, your hands and tongue got no match.”

You were teasing; both of you knew that what you were saying is full of shit. But you just wanted to get something out of him, you wanted him to reveal his salacious side of him, and you wanted to get it out of him in the form of a challenge. Outright degrading his skills and starting to falsify his bedroom skills just to push off the edge was one way to approach, however, Minho was not that easy to anger. His calm demeanor almost always overshadows any resentful emotions, instead resorting to other ways of detoxifying his anger in the form of self-pleasure or using you for pleasure.

And with this case, he opted to accept this challenge, with in return, you had to endure many rounds and there is no backing down—unless necessary—which you ultimately agreed.

And it leads to the current time, where Minho lays himself between your thighs, slowly licking up your slit while your naked body squirms along the bedsheet from Minho’s teasing licking and keening at the sensation of him tasting every bit of you. Minho raised his eyes at you, observing your pleasured state admirably and condescendingly as the lap of his tongue began to increase in pace and occasionally sucked and kissed your clit, making you whimper louder.

“Ah! Minho…” you exclaimed, followed by a gasp as Minho spread your legs further and held your hips down from the constant squirming. He groaned as he sensed more of your nectar coming out, sucking it all in to not leave a drop out of his tongue before it diverts its attention back to the bundle of nerves. He enjoyed the flavor you are giving him, and he clearly would love to have more of it from the eventual addition of his digits.

His middle and ring finger inserted itself inside your open, wet slit, engulfing itself between your plush walls, whining at the slight yet pleasant stretch he gave you; exactly what he wants to hear. He could already feel the blood rushing down his cock as it starts to tighten around his boxers, but he isn’t pulling it out just yet, he wants to make sure that he gets your juices all around his face and his fingers, he wants to make sure he can get his prize before he shows it to you and humiliate you with it.

His digits started to move and began thrusting themselves in and out of you while his tongue created shapes along your clit, lightly nibbling it from time to time. Minho’s having his time with you satiating his appetite and extracting more of your juices and noises, while you were writhing, struggling to keep your legs wide open from the immense pleasure rushing through your entire body. Had it not for Minho’s incredible strength to keep it wide, you’d suffocated him, which he doesn’t mind, but at this instant, he wants to put you in your place.

“M-Minho… I’m so fucking close…” you mewled and squeezed your eye shut as you felt a bubbling hot sensation in your stomach that is about to erupt.

He knows that and he could tell just from the sheer movements and your head shake that you were about to come all over his face, but he showed no sign of slowing down. Instead, he pulled his mouth out of your clit, while continuing to finger you at a rapid speed that leaves you yelping and wriggling.

“Come then…”

He softly, yet sneeringly, before continuing his assault on your pussy, leaving you squealing and shaking as you felt your high was approaching. Just a few more pumps and lick, and suddenly the noises of squelching began increasing in volume, matching up the speed that Minho’s fingers were going as you spilled yourself all over his chin, and the bedsheet. He wanted to continue but seeing how he won the bet you two had, he didn’t want to lose the energy so he had to get his fingers out of you as you came down, licking his fingers to have more of what was left. It didn’t set in that you came in perhaps the most powerful way until you opened your eyes, stood yourself up, and saw his glistening smirk and the dark stain underneath you.

You began feeling flustered, not only because you lost the bet, but you literally spilled yourself all over the bed, which isn’t the first time, and you proved Minho right; he can indeed make you cum without his cock.

Since you lost your bet, you can only look up to Minho’s menacing smile as he began to strip off his clothes to nothing, “I told you’re gonna lose…” he stated while he was stripping off his boxers, revealing his angry and hard cock standing up straight to demand relief.

“Now… onto my reward.”

[words-of-wolf]

main blog of knifedog-machina here - I have a question! do you have any memories involving scent, and territory markings or prey tracking through that? I've been a bit enthralled with WolfQuest recently, and I wanna know how their visualized scent system holds up for a wolf!

Hello!! I love this question, things like this are some of my absolute favourite things to discuss!!

Gonna put a cut here because I rambled wayy more than I planned. :P

I do have memories of this, yes! It's not a simple answer though, because one problem I run into with some of my memories from other lives is that I don't always have the.. capacity to comprehend them exactly, as a human? It's a weird feeling! I can remember it but some aspects of it are just so hard to grasp.

I think to describe properly how I experience those memories will take some thinking, so I'll stick it on my blog post to-do list and aim to write something more meaningful later on!!

In short, though: I absolutely cannot overstate how central my sense of smell was in my memories of being a wolf. It was like... hm. How humans centre a lot of their understandings of the world and their place in it through our eyes? Like seeing eyes as windows to the soul and all that? Like that, but it was smell instead.

Smell wasn't just a tool, it was a really vital part of how I conceptualised the world and my place in it. I'd say even how I thought about things, and processed things internally, was very focused on smell!

As for your specific question... I've never actually got around to playing WolfQuest yet myself (it's been on my to play list since I was like 16 ahaha) but I watched a couple of videos to see what the scent mechanics in it are like!

Overall, I think they look pretty good! Ideas like scent are always gonna be hard to capture in a game, especially when you've also got to keep in mind limitations of performance and stuff, plus obviously making the game feel actually fun to play.

For the tracking scent mechanic, I really like that they added scent nodes in the air that are influenced by wind! When it comes to tracking something by scent, wind has a really big impact - the way the WolfQuest devs found to make wind relevant without being really taxing on performance is really clever, and interesting!

Territorial markings would be a really difficult thing to represent properly in a game, I think. WolfQuest seems to have a solid solution for that. It's not what I'd call "realistic" exactly, though also they base their game on Yellowstone's ecosystem, which is a very competitive location for wolves. The amount of elk there makes it prime habitat, and that means there's higher wolf density, so territorial behaviours are way more defined and intense than in other places. So some of the things that feel "off" to me, I think also come as a result of that!

It's hard to really articulate my thoughts on territory and marking, I might have to come back to the topic later when I've had some time to mull it over!

Thinking about this got me thinking about how I'd go about making a scent tracking mechanic in a video game... in a fantasy world where I can ignore hardware limitations and how difficult it all would be to code. :P

I think I would format it as a different visual mode taking inspiration from infrared videos. In this camera mode, a lot of visual objects are unclear or ambiguous, particularly anything distant.

And I would use different colours to differentiate three different scent types: yellow would be "uninteresting background scent" - grass, trees, that kind of thing. The stuff you just don't pay attention to. Green would be "distracting non-prey scent" - things that might obscure what you're looking for, or maybe just catch your attention enough to distract you from what you're focused on. Then I'd probably use red as "prey scent".

Things that have a very strong "prey scent" would be bright red and show up from furthest away compared to other scents - for example, fresh deer scat.

Less strong "prey scents" would be harder to discern from further away. These would be things that either are fresh but don't smell as strongly (like the area a deer was resting recently), or older scent sources. These would probably fade to a more orange tone when you're further from them.

I also quite like the idea of older and weaker scents being harder to identify, and maybe something based on the idea of focus - an older, weaker scent would be harder to concentrate on than a fresh, strong one.

And wind would influence how strong the scents are, especially over distance! So scents you're downwind from are clearer and more visually distinct, whereas scents upwind are less so.

If I were gonna make a game based on this, I'd say the mechanics would encourage piecing together clues from scent, sound and sight. There would probably be a separate camera mode for hearing focus, and then the default mode would let you see visual cues if there are any - flattened grass, game trails, marks on trees, etc.

Hm! It's a bit of a tangent but fun to think about, hehe. ^u^

I hope this satisfies your curiosity a bit! :D

[pclyglct]

(  MAYA HAWKE  |  CIS WOMAN  |  SHE/HER  |  24 )  — — —  it's  just  been  another  long  week  in  boring  -  ass  hawkins.  isn't  that  right,  ROBIN BUCKLEY  ?  shit,  i  guess  they  can't  hear  me  over  PEOPLE HAVE THE POWER  by  PATTI SMITH  playing  through  the  headphones  of  their  walkman.  it  looks  like  they're  gonna  be  late  for  WORK  as  a/at  LIBRARY ASSISTANT AT THE PUBLIC LIBRARY.  did  you  know  ROBIN  has  been  in  hawkins  for  THEIR WHOLE LIFE  ?  yeah,  their  family  and  friends  describe  them  as  INQUISITIVE,  but  i've  seen  them  be  HYPER  too  !  i  would  also  say  they  remind  me  of  disorganized bookshelf cluttered with knick knacks, chipped black nail polish, daydreaming about faraway places while language tapes blast through headphones around her neck, the unsettling feeling of sticking out despite every effort to blend in, beaten up red converse covered in doodles, but  is  that  weird  ?  i  guess  nothing's  too  weird  for  this  little  town,  huh  ? 

happy to be here! I'll be sticking to canon, but also using the rebel robin podcast to form the bulk of robin's backstory, drive, and character prior to show antics. tl;dr: closeted disaster lesbian who only recently started feeling comfortable in her own skin. loves her friends but desperately wants out of hawkins. just returned from a 3-month trip backpacking across Europe & has started a new job as a library assistant. 

name: robin buckley

age: 24

gender: cis woman (she/her)

hometown: hawkins, indiana

current residence: hawkins, indiana

education level: high school graduate

sexuality: lesbian (has only come out to a handful of people)

positives: inquisitive, authentic, intelligent, kind, easygoing, open-minded

negatives: skeptical, hyper, anxious, sarcastic, avoidant, aimless

house: ravenclaw

alignment: chaotic neutral

pre-canon (rebel robin)

robin's wiki!

born to domesticated hippies Richard and Melissa Buckley. their former lifestyle and permissive parenting meant robin had experimental, open-minded parents who often didn't give her the attention they should have. the disappearance of will byers changed things for a bit, but they struggled to maintain anything that resembled a firm grip or a nuclear household for long, and that was perfectly fine for robin.

domesticated hippies also = poor af. savings were nonexistent when they spent their youth backpacking and staying in hostels or couch surfing. melissa's pregnancy forced the couple to settle, and they used the scraps of money they had to buy a tiny, shitty house not all that unlike or far away from the byers residence.

growing up, robin has always recognized that there was something... different about her. something off. but she was never certain on what exactly it was. when the quirks of her personality brought on some early childhood bullying, she quickly learned that whatever it was, she had to do everything she could to keep it hidden and to stay out of sight.

as she went through school, she mastered the art of social camouflage, fitting herself easily into certain social categories and being just social enough and just distinct enough to be utterly uninteresting to the regular hawkinite. the movie ticket girl. the band geek. during that time, she saw the loss of multiple different friendships for a variety of reason: her childhood friend barbra holland "dropping" her for nancy in middle school, her fellow odd squad members kate and milton dropping her because of shitty boyfriends or new girlfriends. while she later reconciled the latter relationships, the sting of rejection did nothing to help robin's growing sense of unease and the belief that something was wrong with her, that she was the broken one causing everyone to leave her.

she found solace in the adventures her parents talked about experiencing in their youth: the different people they met, the risks they took, the communities they were apart of, the annual christmas party with old hippie friends from all walks of life, impossibly pouring into hawkins and their tiny house, a colorful oasis in the middle of monstrous town. it all sparked an interest in knowing more about the world around her.

her need for camouflage kept her from exploring her curiosity in school and excelling (less she lose her average B student status by being an overachieving teacher's pet), so she instead funneled that need into exploring literature and learning languages. the books exposed her to interesting philosophical and moral dilemmas, points of views, and (later much-needed) representations of life not found in hawkins. the languages made the possibility of exploring those parts of life feel more like a possibility.

operation croissant bloomed from there: a dream to spend a summer backpacking across europe, venturing on a life like her parents did when they were younger, meeting people who are maybe like her. at her core, robin longs for acceptance and community. she wants to exist as herself, fully as herself, with people who know every aspect of her and love her for it. more than that, she wants to be around people like her, to not be the odd one out. she wants to be surrounded by a community who sees people who are different and their first reaction isn't to judge. as her feelings for tammy were realized for the crush that it was (in large part due to the insights gained from her friendship with mr. hauser) and she began to recognize why she was different, her dreams adapted to include wanting to be a pillar for change, to fight back against the Hawkins monster and to somehow make things a little bit better for the people like her who come after her.

her teenage years never saw operation croissant come to fruition, but she somehow stumbled upon a tiny community with reformed douchebags and prisses and a gaggle of children and she's never been happier (or more traumatized, but alas, a worthy trade off to her).

post-canon

following the defeat of vecna, robin continued to work at family video.

she came out to her parents not long after - their reaction was probably the best she could have hoped for from them: they accepted it in their eccentric way of theirs, regaling her with stories of other lgbtqia+ friends they've met in passing (along with uncomfortable tmi stories of their own sexual explorations from their youth). the whole thing has brought the buckley family a bit closer together, as her parents have made more of an effort to be present and invested in her life in a long-term way.

she's chosen to stay at home partially for this reason, but also because she's too broke to get her own place, and partially still resistant to the idea of investing money in roots in hawkins.

with the money she saved, advice from her parents, and a full year of planning, she finally made operation croissant a reality. she spent the first three months of this year in europe, and it was a lot. amazing and overstimulating and eye-opening and terrifying and beautiful and ugly and bustling and lonely and affirming and a lot. she was relieved to return to the warmth of her loved ones when her trip concluded, but also both comforted and left-wanting in a way she'd never experienced before.

and thus, her dilemma.

she loves her community, can't even imagine a life without her friends, or picture how she can find anyone who'd understand her the way her people do in hawkins. but the idea of being stuck in hawkins and becoming a Hawkinslifer itches at her skin in a way she can't help, can't soothe, can't stop.

she doesn't actually know what to do to solve this problem, so she doesn't really voice it (a rarity), especially now that weird shit is maybe staring up again so leaving is not even an option to consider. but in the back of her mind, operation new york has started sprouting just the tiniest of bit.

anyways, she's always been kind of aimless, unsure of what she wants to do with life since she can't picture an actual future in hawkins. but, after returning from europe at the start of april, she decided a good first step would be to do something that actually interested her for work, so she left family video to take on a job as a library assistant at the public library.

misc/headcanons

prior to working at scoops ahoy, robin worked at the hawkins theater (season 1 timeline). she was fired when she accidently melted a movie.

has maintained a good relationship with her former english teacher mr. hauser since graduation. he was the first person she came out to, and she has always valued his caring presence in her life as an older gay. his gift of a russian-version of anna karenina is the most worn book on her bookshelf (frankenstein remains her favorite though).

she's picked up a few more languages since her high school years. she's fluent in French, Italian, Spanish, Pig Latin, Russian, Portuguese, and Dutch. She's currently trying to learn ASL, but her hand coordination is fucked so it's a slow go.

[quietbluejay]

The Buried Dagger 3

Malcador is peak "hard man doing hard things"

and a significant number of the Imperium's evils can be directly laid at his feet but at least this guy actually feels intelligent oh so rubio somehow saw what malcador has planned for after horus is defeated and that's why ugh Garro pro-Imperium POV so, Malcador killed all the Sisters and now his powers aren't dampened any more It would have been nice if they hadn't been used as mere props for this book...

oh, so, Erebus messed with Rubio on Calth and turned him into a sleeper agent because Chaos told him he would be useful ok! sure! huh, malcs decided to fix his brain rather than kill him Rubio wakes up Malcador: the Sisters were programmed to kill me and you saved my life by killing all of them oh boy, rubio is going to become one of the first Grey Knights :/

mortarion:….i'll worry about that when it's an actual problem also don't worry, typhon! soon the emperor will show up and you'll have a whole galaxy to commit war crimes against!

i. really typhon???? typhon: hey you know how the overlords turn dead people into golems with dark magic? typhon: what about we turn ourselves into golem like creatures typhon: also if you asked it of people they totally would do it oh joy war crimes typhon: i captured this overlord let's experiment on him

...man

it was this far back

I smell emperor shenanigans

imperium warning! imperium warning!

mortarion 🤝 guilliman getting extremely angry and losing all sense of tactics and charging in and getting people killed oh boy the emperor appeared and everyone is Excite

the emperor actually has enough savoir faire to bring food to places???? mortarion is deeply sus

emps had very bad timing oh we get the meeting!

"im from the government, and i'm here to help"

man the emperor is actually being…halfway decent? except for the whole empire thing also "i came here looking for you" was the wronggg thing to say haha Wait, he's a telepath, right? That's one of his powers right? You'd think he'd be better at figuring out that he's making conversational missteps

mortarion: we don't need your glory or your charity emperor: we could do terraforming uwu mortarion: where have you been this whole time?? mortarion is also uninterested in his origins. he's a child of barbarus smh!!!! lmao oh no

well no one came out of this encounter looking like an angel but i am, obviously, more sympathetic to mortarion here and not just because he is blorbo ….and not just because Imperium Bad what kind of ultimatum is that????

wh okay the awful truth about wyntor malcador found a dying eldar in the webway and rescued him and somehow….put his soul in a human body so he could have someone on his level to talk to and confide in???? and he keeps killing himself (wyntor) and malcador keeps bringing him back this sure is a plot im reading all right

also this whole thing is interspersed with wyntor thinking about all the ways he could kill himself like this is a time when i really wish books had warnings

malcador literally made himself a person to use for emotional labour

This is messed up on a new and special level

wh???

wh?????? i cannot believe im saying this but i am so grateful to return to the plague ships in the warp

nice going, mort

mortarion: even i am tainted as someone with chronic illness this attitude makes me feel a bitter well of negative emotions and the fact that they're all gonna get bit in the ass for it does not actually act as consolation mortarion is exposed to chronic illnesss: the grimdark 40k version

Ok I have some missing bits for like...2 posts ago lol

“We will have peace once we’ve finished conquering the galaxy” “A task we started of our own initiative” I think it’s implied they did it to try and get rid of chaos Or at least that was a big reason

The more of the Horus Heresy I read the more I like the alt background for the emperor where he’s not the ancient dude but he’s the last remaining Man of Gold And a warlord from the age of strife so this is all he knows

back at it again mortarion is visiting typhon and yelling at him and uhhh not good

typhon: we're walking the same path im just ahead of you typhon: the whispers in the warp gossip about you

typhon: you will be assimilated mortarion attacks! typhon uses his turn to put down 3 cards and summon shadow daemons

ow and then mortarion realizes the typhon he knew is gone ;-;

unfortunately, nurgle UH OH TYPHON STABBED HIM WITH A KNIFE which a) has extra pain effect b) i think it's an evil knife Mortarion pulls out a pokeball from his belt "Daemon! I choose you!" he orders the daemon he had captive that promised to obey him to kill typhon and then uhhh

i gotta admit i did not expect this to happen daemon: yeah so my oath to nurgle supersedes any promises i made to you. lmao. and mortarion gets a front row seat to typhon's daemon ascension and it's very gross and also uncomfortable and painful

sorrow found me when i was young

sorrow waited sorrow won

yes i am associating Mortarion with The National based off of a one-liner about him having a deep voice, why do you ask

typhus: every step you've taken was planned to lead you here i'm starting to see the connection with the plot on terra because this book is about despair

going back through the godblight stuff rn and ow

i guess i'm going to have to finish the book but honestly im getting the impression there was basically zero way to get out of the situation once the navigators were killed or maybe even before that

time for more flashback

im waking up to ash and dust i wipe my brow and i sweat my rust im breathing in the-

in frustration, a hidden sniper shoots the radio

ngl this whole segment is a huge mood as i am finding a resemblance to various chronic illness-induced incidents

jumpscare

welp i really am wondering how we got from here to mortarion locking necare in his clock in 40k im guessing necare will team rocket blast off again oh hey emperor interrupt

to be continued...