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misc-obeyme · 1 year

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I just saw the rock band au and that was amazing! I got a request, The brothers visiting MC in the human realm possessing a human soul could this be MC own reaction

Oh, anon, I'm so glad you liked that rock band story! It gave me a little trouble, but I think it turned out pretty good despite that!

Okay, okay. So I feel I must apologize because this ended up being kind of... ridiculous? I don't know if you wanted something more serious and dramatic, but for some reason I found the idea of the brothers possessing people in the human world just to see MC rather humorous. So I'm afraid that's the direction this one went in! But if you were wanting something more serious, please let me know as I have ideas for this request that would result in a lot of angst instead.

Thank you for the request!

GN!MC reacts to finding the brothers have possessed a human in the human world in order to visit them

Warnings: possession which necessarily means that the random humans don't have control over their own bodies, but this is pretty lighthearted and they would mostly be unaffected by it

Lucifer

You're sitting in a public place somewhere - like the park or a cafe - when a good looking man randomly sits beside you. He's dressed like some big shot - a fancy suit, an expensive watch. You don't know him, but he smiles at you and says hello, using your name to address you.

How confusing? Who is this guy? You're pretty sure you don't know him. You can't just say that, though, can you? What if you do know him and you just forgot his name? You settle for a general greeting and completely forgo using his name, since you don't actually know it at all.

He chuckles. Don't worry, MC. You didn't forget his name. This is actually Lucifer possessing a human so he could come visit you in the human world. And that's when you notice the ruby eyes. You're amazed. He must have something important to say to you. Normally, he'd just show up in his own body, right?

But wait, how did you not realize that demons can possess humans like this? What's going to happen to that nice person he's invaded like that? Express your concern and Lucifer will calm you by telling you that the man he's possessed will be none the wiser. So there's no need to worry about him. He'll forget this ever even happened. Now hurry up and return to the Devildom, please. There's quite a stack of student council paperwork that needs your attention.

Mammon

It's an unusual circumstance, but you're at the bank. Maybe you needed to get a new debit card or you're thinking about taking out a loan. You've been waiting in line, but now you are finally called up to the teller. It appears to be a nice young woman with bright blue eyes. You're about to start telling her about what you need when she reaches across the counter and grasps your hand.

You look up in surprise and see that her eyes are practically sparkling. Is it just you or do they seem to have a little glint of gold in them…? She leans across the counter and whispers at you. MC! Don't ya recognize your first man?

Well you certainly do now! You demand to know what Mammon is doing in the body of this bank teller! He better not be up to something shady… He's going to attempt to reassure you. It's nothing like that! He just wanted to come visit you! It was a surprise, that's all!

You're suspicious. You ask him directly if he's planning on stealing money from the bank. He pretends to be offended. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to exchange human world money for Grimm? If he was to steal money here, he'd have to spend it here, too. Now that he's thinking about it though, that doesn't sound too bad… Tell him to get out of here before you banish him yourself. (You don't know how to do this, but he doesn't know that.) He agrees reluctantly, but only if you promise to come back to the Devildom quickly.

Leviathan

You're just going about your day, walking down the sidewalk, when you come upon a line unlike anything you've seen in a while. You don't know where the end of it is, but it appears that all of these people are waiting to get inside a store for something. A video game maybe? You're afraid to ask. You go on your way, walking next to the line, looking at your phone, when someone grabs your arm.

You whirl, about to whack them over the head, but they fling up their hands. MC! Please don't hurt him, he just didn't want you to walk past! You stop because of the fact that this stranger knows your name. When he lowers his hands, you see a pair of orange eyes and instantly know this has to be Levi. But his body belongs to some rando? What is going on?

He possessed someone to visit you, but saw this line on his way to where you are and got sidetracked. He's embarrassed to admit that he doesn't even know what the line is for. He just assumed it was something limited edition and that he likely needed to get one for himself before he lost his chance.

You're not surprised by this, but you are surprised by the possession. Was that really necessary? Couldn't he have just called you or something? That just isn't the same as seeing you in person. And since you wouldn't summon him yourself, he had to do something else to get to the human realm. Tell him that he had better go home once he's had his fill of waiting in line. He'll go, but he's going to get whatever this line is for. Gets you one, too.

Satan

You're taking your precious pet to the vet for a check up when it happens. You encounter the usual vet tech, someone you've seen plenty of times before. But something seems a little off about them. They sound different, they're more casual with you, and their eyes seem really really green? Have their eyes always been green? You honestly can't remember.

They take you into one of the vet rooms. Then they turn to you and there's a light shining in their eyes unlike anything you've ever seen. MC, it's him. It's Satan. Do you have any idea how many cats he's had the pleasure of petting today? So many. He came here like this just to say hello to you, but now he never wants to go home.

You're in shock. Does he know enough about being a vet to stay here for any real amount of time? He's offended at your question. Of course he has extensive knowledge on the medical treatment of animals. And anyway, all he really does is weigh them before handing them off to the vet. Okay, but what about that poor soul he's possessed? Please give him more credit, won't you? They won't remember a thing once he's gone.

Tell him that if he goes back to the Devildom, you'll go to all the cat cafes with him when you come back. He's a little annoyed at you for trying to bribe him like that, but he can tell that you're stressed about your vet tech being possessed. Very well, he'll go. But don't think he won't remind you of this promise when you finally come back.

Asmodeus

You are at home, minding your own business, when your doorbell rings. You open it to find someone in a big floppy hat and a pair of dark sunglasses. There's a swarm of paparazzi behind them. They push their way into your house and close the door, locking it behind them. When you finally get a good look at this person, you are in shock to see that it's a famous pop star. She's trying to look as unobtrusive as possible, but there's no mistaking her.

Oh, MC! You've saved him by letting him into your house! He had no idea this person was going to be hounded by paparazzi like that! Not that he's not used to it, of course. But he really came here to see you! Takes off the sunglasses and suddenly you realize you're actually talking to Asmo.

He must be insane. He has possessed a pop star in order to come see you in the human world. Why in the world would he do that? He explains that he just wanted to see what it was like to be this famous person! It really didn't measure up to being himself - he's far more beautiful of course - but it was certainly an interesting experience! If he's going to possess someone to visit you, might as well make it worth the effort.

Tell him that he has to return that pop star where he found her before he goes home. He can't just leave her, dazed and confused, in your house. He waves you off, it's no problem. He's going to take care of her, the poor thing. He's going to do her makeup and nails before he goes, though. She'll be thankful when she comes to. He's also going to insist on staying with you for a little while. You can't get rid of him so quickly!

Beelzebub

You're sitting in the park, maybe reading, maybe feeding some ducks, when someone sits on the bench beside you. You turn to look and see a beautiful woman dressed in athletic gear like she just sat down from a jog. There is a pile of churros in her hands, which she clearly got from a nearby vendor. She smiles and offers you one.

You find this very unusual and you're not sure about taking food from strangers. You're about to decline, but she seems to be able to tell. Don't worry, MC. These churros are really good. He's already tried ten of them. And then you get a better look at the eyes - purple and pink - and everything clicks into place.

You can't believe Beel has possessed some poor jogger and stuffed her body full of churros. Doesn't he realize what a problem that is? This body isn't his! She's going to be insanely sick later! He's really sorry, but he couldn't resist the smell of those churros. He only possessed someone near you so he could see you. The food just sidetracked him.

Take all the remaining churros from him because he will eat them if you don't and this unfortunate jogger will be the one dealing with it later. Tell him that you'll bring him all the human world food he wants when you come back. He accepts this offer. Promises to be patient and wait for you.

Belphegor

You walk out your front door and nearly trip over something curled up on your doorstep. You look down to find… a person? What is this random guy doing here? He looks normal enough, but he's sleeping in front of your door? You can't just leave him there, right? Should you call the police? You opt for shaking him awake. As soon as the eyes are opened and blinking up at you, you know something isn't right.

Sorry, MC. He was coming to see you, but he fell asleep before he could ring your doorbell. Yes, that's right, this unsuspecting human has been possessed by Belphie. You pull him to his feet and brush off the person's clothes, which are only slightly dirty from him being on the ground.

You ask him who he's possessed and he tells you that he has no idea. It was just someone who seemed close enough for him to reach you. He just really missed you. You're his best napping partner, you know. How is he supposed to get any decent sleep when you're always gone?

Tell him he can't go around possessing random humans just because he wants to nap with you. He'll have to nap with Beel for now until you return to the Devildom. He won't be happy about it, but he'll listen to you. Fine, but you had better come back soon. Everybody is losing their minds without you, it isn't just him. So hurry up, will you?

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catdoingblep · 1 year

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today I am obsessed with thoughts about Wylan, Marya and Jesper destroying Jan's stuff

Jesper proposed to destroy something that reminds Wylan about his father, and he was thinking that it would be like 3-4 things that they would ruin together to release tension, and then they would do some declutter like normal people do: sell something, throw something out

And then they destroyed a few things of Jan, and Wylan looked so happy after it, all smiling and flushing, and he said that it was really helpful, so Jesper was just glad that he proposed something that actually helped Wylan, who still sometimes moved around the house like he is expecting Jan to enter the room every second

he totally thought about this as about one-time thing, but the next day he woke up to see Wylan sitting on the bed with a scheming face. Then Wylan understood that Jesper was awake and asked: "What do you think about drowning something in the canal tonight?"

"Are we talking about a person? Because I'm pretty sure that Kuwei is in Ravka", joked Jesper, and Wylan hit him with a pillow. "I am talking about those awful figurines from my father’s cabinet"

So they drowned those absolutely tasteless and ridiculously expensive porcelain figurines

And then Wylan asked next week in the middle of the breakfast: "What about some skeet shooting?" and this is how they got rid of the favourite dinner service of Jan

And then, one day, Jesper found himself helping Wylan to take out to the garden table from Jan’s cabinet, and Marya, who is sitting in the garden and having her afternoon tea, just calmly watching her son and his boyfriend setting the table on fire (this is one of the good days when she almost sure that she is remembering everything)

And Wylan came to her and kissed her on the cheek with: "Mom, is everything fine?"

And she smiled into the cup and said: "Yes, fire is very cosy, Wylan. Actually, what do you think about bringing Jan's formal portrait here?"

#wylan is like what kind of demolition expert am I if I will not blow up something from my father's belongings #I am totally convinced post-canon Wylan will sometimes be oh I think if my father were here it would give him a stroke...so let's do it #I gave up on fighting my six of crows hyperfixation #wesper #wylan van eck #jesper fahey #jesper x wylan #marya hendriks #gunpowder #wylan hendriks #wylan van sunshine #shadow and bone #six of crows #post crooked kingdom #grishaverse #soc

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spectrum-core · 6 months

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STEPHCLAIR IS BAD AND YOU SHOULD FEEL BAD

Alternative title: a very angry (and tired) Full Stop fan's thesis.

ok, so me being the stephan/sinclair comparison's strongest hater is a bit i really like to lean into, but for the sake of keeping things semi-serious i will try to keep the actual essay content as free of me ranting my frustrations as humanly possible (which i mean commitement to the bit aside this will be hard bc it is frustrating to see people calling them both the same character, at best it shows a very surface level understanding of either character and at worst it shows just reducing them to cookie cutter meme fandom archetypes neither character actually fits into, so bear with me if i slip up and make unserious comments from time to time)

so before i start the actual essay let me say this: this essay doesnt even scratch the surface of how much i hate this comparison you guys cant even possibly fucking imagine ive been obssessed and i mean OBSSESSED with the full stop office since 2021 and im glad i wasnt in the limbus prerelease fanbase because if i had to see people comparing my beautiful boy and beloved best friend to a guy we had no info about other than "hes based of the guy from demian" i would have turned into the joker this is not even about saving my own mental health this is about sparing the entire pjm fandom of the monster i would have turned into

spoilers for ruina and limbus, universe terminology heavy and surface level references and interpretations of demian by herman hesse because imma keep it real with you guys the first and only time i read that book i was still in high school and i barely remember shit.

Table of contents:

Stephan - a summary

Sinclair - a summary 2.1. Emil Sinclair in Demian (1919) 2.2. Emil Sinclair in Limbus Company (2023)

Addressing common arguments

1.- Stephan - a summary

And of course I will start with Stephan, because I love him very much, just like Liwei he's one of my favorite pjm characters (yeah i like him more than your favorite popular character don't ask) so it's not surprising that i have A Lot to say about him, right?

And of course, I do.

As I said in the serrated duo post, a core part of my perception of the Full Stop office depends on the fact that they are poor. Mentions of money are common all across many factions in the game, yes, but the Full Stops are extremely constant about money, how taking a wrong turn means losing more than they can afford, how they can't afford to drop their weapons because they were too expensive, how even getting the permissions to be able to buy and wield these weapons was ridiculously expensive and so on. Of course, Stephan is the one talking about this the most (something I will elaborate on later), but Liwei and Tamaki also make a few ocassional mentions to it in their dialogue and keypages and considering this is a shared business it just makes sense that this is something that affects all of them.

These are just some few of the callbacks to money that Stephan alone does in his dialogue, without focusing in keypage text or what Liwei and Tamaki have to say about it.

And idk man, at least to me the difference between social classes is an important aspect for their characterization, specially because of how constant the concern with money is for Stephan. From this point alone comparing them feels like erasing a core aspect of Stephan's characterization, a lot about Stephan (and the Full Stop office as a whole, let's be real here) starts making more sense once you read the office as lower-middle class (and I'm saying lower middle class because they can afford some place to live and their weapons, but to me these guys are the types who precisely because of their need to keep bullets at all times can't pay for water or electricity all the time and sometimes they simply can't afford food or if they do they can spend a week straight eating nothing but unsalted pasta).

Now, going back to Stephan being the most outward about his complaints with money, he is in general the most outward about all problems the office is facing, to the point in which he doesn't mind inconveniencing everyone else with his rants, being one of the few guests who interrupt Angela's introductory speech and getting into Tamaki's nerves (something he's well aware he's doing, as these two know each other) at least two times through the course of their pre-battle cutscene, even Roland comments after the reception on how he wishes he would always have been as open about his problems as Stephan was.

However, it's worth nothing that he doesn't spend the entire cutscene crying about his miseries, and he only starts losing hope at three key moments: when they can't kill Eileen inmediately (making them waste more bullets than needed), when Argalia shows up (forcing them to retreat and making them fail their mission, meaning they won't get paid for this after they already lost a ton of money, as well as turning the situation into something much more dangerous than what they had signed up for) and once they enter the Library (an Urban Plague grade threat they have little to no information about, when him and Tamaki are almost out of bullets so Liwei is essentially the only fixer with some chance of putting up a fight and, you know, making it out alive).

Now, while it's true that Stephan is someone who dislikes danger, he isn't someone who isn't used to seeing gruesome events, his instinctive reaction to seeing a guy getting his head put into a meat grinder was cracking jokes and calling the concept of thought gears "a load of horseshit", which is something that falls in line with him being a somewhat experienced Fixer (sure, grade 5 isn't amazing but we can assume it's still either in the higher side of average or barely above average, and for someone specialized in firearms, which are far from the best weapon in the city, getting that high means he must have some experience and skill, right? more so considering he's been at this for 5 years at most) who has seen a fair share of horrid shit and can be unfazed by (most of) it as long as his own safety isn't on the line.

Another point is... he dislikes danger and is always wary about money and expenses, to the point in which he enjoys checking his bank account (or at least he believes so, if we go for the theory of the artbook profiles being more a mix of what the characters perceive themseves as/would describe themselves as to others, which is a theory i go by, I see him as someone who's convinced he does that for fun instead as out of desperation), but this seems to be more a generalized feeling of impending doom at everything rather than something that can be traced back to a particular traumatic event (anything can be dangerous, anything can cost him money), dude's from the backstreets after all, he's seen shit and he's used to assuming the worst. How I see Stephan, he's a guy who already expects bad things to happen but once things go wrong he starts freaking out about how this time They're Screwed For Real, but he never really tricks himself into believing "maybe things will turn out just fine this time?" or who thinks "well, we've done this before, surely we can handle it again."

This is not very related to Stephan as a character in terms of personality but I think it's still an important point to make as it is particularly related to body mods, his physical condition and his body shape.

So we can easily say that Stephan is a strong dude, at least if compared to real world standards without the fancy and insane body mods we see people in the city have access to. He carries that huge rifle around with his bare hands, something that Tamaki doesn't do and that not even Stephan himself in earlier iterations of his dessign did, and his main talent (which based of my theories is something that can be assumed as "something he's proud enough of to consider it the thing he does best") is physical labor.

Pictured, Tamaki's talksprite, carrying a rifle almost as long as she is tall with a strap supporting the weight on her shoulders, like a normal person.

Also pictured, an earlier iteration of Stephan's dessign, carrying the same rifle his current version does, but also holding it with the help of a similar strap supporting the weight on his shoulders.

And finally, Stephan's current dessign, holding that shit with his bare fucking hands in an exhibition of his brute animal strength, what the fuck is wrong with this man (affectionate)

And Stephan's artbook profile, the important part here is his speciality being physical labor, not only he's strong but he aknowledges this.

However, I made a point about the Full Stop office being poor, right? Even Roland says that "giving a whole office augmentation procedures is cheaper than keeping a decent supply of bullets in stock" (not the exact phrasing).

At least personally, I see this as Roland essentially saying "it would be cheaper (and more efficient) to get body mods for everyone in the office and buy another (cheaper) type of weaponry instead", but as things stand, the Full Stops can afford to either buy more ammunition and maintain their weapons, OR to get body mods, and since their whole deal is firearms... well, they can't really Stop investing in them, meaning they have no body mods At All and they got their grades purely out of their own physical strength.

Similarly, Stephan makes a similar point about how body augmentations are required for people to be able to run while carrying their weapons around (specifically talking about the rifles he and Tamaki use).

And... you know, the whole point is that they couldn't run carrying their weapons because they were too heavy, Argalia mocked them for that, Liwei urged them to drop their weapons, something they refused to do because of the prices.

Lastly on this point, while it's true that Ruina talksprites have a very bad case of Long Anime Legs (to the point in which how Roland's legs take about 2/3 of his height is a common joke), if we focus only on his head and torso, Stephan looks pretty Wide, and not only because he's wearing thick, fluffy and multilayered clothing, as other characters wearing similar clothing styles still look thinner than him.

This is all to say: I don't think this guy is a twink, or thin at all. He's a prime example of the strongman build to me and this is yet another hill I'm willing to die on watch project moon turn him into a beanpole once he inevitably shows up in limbus and me turning into the first real world distortion as a consequence.

Finally, Stephan is very notoriously the most informal member of the office, not only being the only one who doesn't wear any sort of formal clothing fully prioritizing comfort and practicality over looks but also completely disregarding formalities with his attitude at work (again, he interrupts Angela's introductory monologue, and again, his first two lines when being introduced are him cracking jokes), being the only member of the office to swear on screen and using several informal expressions and metaphors through both the reception dialogue and his keypage story.

And for good measure, he's a compilation of Stephan being the creature he is.

The literal introduction of the characters, also known as the moment in which Stephan became one of my favorite characters because he's Just Like Me Fr

Very normal behavior for someone who hates blood and violence and isn't used to seeing it. This man is more than capable (and willing, assuming money is involved) to murder kill.

Which, I mean, this attitude is very different from what we see from Sinclair.

2.- Sinclair, a summary

In retrospect I probably should have made this one first because I'm gonna be honest with you, Sinclair is one of the sinners I care about the least (I still like him and think he's pretty cool mind you I just don't vibe too much with most of the tropes making up the character) so what I have to say about him is less me grasping for straws and subtext because I don't care enough about him to be bothered with a super serious and in depth analysis like I did with Stephan and more things we can explicitly see about him in game and things that happen in the novel Demian.

And if I can have a small parenthesis here, people saying that one of my favorite pjm guys Ever is in any way similar to a guy who despite being pretty cool is just Not the type of character I fully vibe with... really, it gets annoying fast. Anyway back to the serious analysis now.

2.1- Emil Sinclair in Demian (1919)

To be able to understand Sinclair as he is depicted in Limbus Company, it is important to first be familiar with the source material of the original iteration of the character, that's it we're doing your high school homework by compiling several literary analysis of a symbolic psychological early 20th century autobiographical novel i hope you guys signed up for this (and if you didn't, though luck! i will do this anyway, I love literary analysis).

In the novel, young Emil finds himself torn between the worlds of light (which can be equated to the Garden of Eden, but it's more tangible meaning for our protagonist is his childhood home and family, a serene and well structure/organized space where he can be innocent, untainted by the evils of the outside world) and darkness (basically all the scary shit that goes on outside, where people do evil things for the sake of it), he finds himself tempted by the violence of the outside world, particularly through the actions of his classmate Franz Kromer, which eventually leads him to consider that due to being exposed to this tainted world of evil he no longer can return to the world of good and innocence.

Here, the character of Demian acts as a guide, someone who helps Sinclair to trascend this binary perception of good vs evil and to see himself as someone worthy of happiness because him witnessing the world of evil didn't taint him as a person but rather merely showed him another face of the world, Demian here mentions the Mark of Cain as a symbol of mental strenght and freedom, considering that bearers of this mark are capable of making their own choices and should be able to go beyond their assigned roles, being able to embody aspects of both worlds. This is to say that Demian's view is less focused on good vs evil, instead taking a more order vs chaos approach (without giving an explicit moral character to either).

In the book, the symbol of a bird breaking out of the egg is frequently used to represent Emil's personal growth, the egg represents safety and innocence, but a bird must eventually leave the egg or it will die, and getting out of the egg is a process than can be seen as violent, as a bird must fight to get out of the egg, and getting out of the egg represents birth but also an irreversible change, it can be seen as breaking out of the world of light and getting permanently in the world of darkness since a broken shell can't be fixed, but it can also mean achieving the enlightment and personal balance to not feel permanently bound to a condition, place or state of being and therefore growing as a person by learning to see himself as a whole human instead of supressing his "evil side" by only forcing the "good side" to surface.

Max Demian is here to show this second meaning of growth/self improvement (while also explaining that Sinclair is permamently growing and must always keep this balance between all the parts conforming the whole being that is himself rather that trying to make parts of himself antagonize each other). This idea of personal growth being one of the core themes of the book.

2.2- Emil Sinclair in Limbus Company (2023)

With Sinclair's source media analyzed (at a very surface level, mind you), we now can start talking about the depiction of Sinclair in Limbus Company, how it parallels the book, why the book symbolism is important for this instance of Sinclair and so on.

When we are first introduced to Sinclair in the game he's clearly nervous, he doesn't know what he's supposed to do as he hasn't worked for a similar company before and he isn't used to the gruesome sight of the bus eating people, this does fit inmediately in the motif of a naive person with limited experience about the world (well, to be fair to him most people won't be seeing man-eating buses at a regular basis, but the average backstreets dweller would be familiar with equally violent situations).

With this said, despite Sinclair's obviously nervous behavior... he isn't really a pessimist like Stephan was, in fact, almost every chapter (counting cantos, intervallos and the short mini chapters such as the Dante's notes update episode) have at least one key moment with him trying to rationalize horrible stuff as something much less violent, or simply going "but I thought this thing didn't work like this..." when confronted with the more horrible realities in the city. He thought the G corp veterans were really going to let them pass without a fight, he thought the people being controlled by headhens were just actors wearing mascot costumes, he thought mermaids were the beautiful half-woman half-fish creatures he heard about in fairy tales, and there's more examples but I don't really feel like looking for The Entire Fucking Plot Because This Guy Is An Actual Protagonist Instead Of A Background Guy Like Stephan Was to make my point clearer than it already is. And it's only when he realizes that the real world doesn't fit his expectations that he panics.

Well, there is one exception to this pattern: his own canto. Here, he panics inmediately as soon as K corp's nest is mentioned and spends the first half of the chapter pleading to turn back while saying that they are going to get killed. So what is different here with the rest of the plot?

Obviously, the fact that is related to his very own very personal very specific trauma. That is to say, unlike Stephan who is wary of anything that can put him on danger or cost him more money than it should, Sinclair has a very specific traumatic event that makes him act Like That (sure, he gets scared and nervous outside that, but these are more normal "I'm unfamiliar with this and I don't fully know how to react, this is normal behavior in a human being" reactions than outright "I am Actually Terrified due to being reminded of an actual traumatic event, this reaction is a textbook definition of post-traumatic stress disorder").

HOWEVER, Sinclair being someone who's deeply traumatized and kind of a scaredy cat when it comes to violence and unfamiliar situations... it doesn't mean that he's incompetent or a bad fighter. Almost all of his identities are terrifyingly good fighters (at least in their lore), Los Mariachis fear jefe Sinclair, Cinq director Sinclair is someone most association members are terrified to duel even during training, Blade Lineage Sinclair is considered a talented killer (it's also worth noting that save maybe for the mariachi one, in none of these mirror worlds Sinclair is precisely happy of being recognized as "the guy who's very scary when he fights people", unlike Stephan who I don't think he particularly likes killing but has a more "as long as I get paid..." mentality about it), the only "not very good at this" Sinclair id I can think of is the molar boatworks id where he's more a mechanic than a fighter so he fears he's lagging behind in that aspect. Hell, even the Canon Timeline so to speak (which is to say: his base identity) has him carrying that huge halberd, going on a frenzy attacking some already mutilated inquisitor's corpse, piercing through Guido's armor and dealing a fatal blow that finally killed him for real. To compare, Stephan is good at physical work, but we don't know about his close combat capacities other than the fact that he dislikes it, for Sinclair however we know he's terrifyingly good at physical combat.

Now, I've seen a lot of people call Sinclair a twink and while it's one of these words that nobody agrees on what it means, let's give it the benefit of doubt and say "alright, for the duration of this analysis let's settle on a twink being a young looking (regardless of actual age), thin man with almost no facial/body hair".

Since Sinclair is a rich guy (not just Any Rich Guy though, we're talking of someone whose family had ties to a Wing, probably not some elite guy like Daniel or Hong Lu, but not a self perceived "mediocre" nest dweller like Samjo either), and pressumably not very experienced in combat in most mirror worlds (we know he has no prior experience in the base one where he joined Limbus, at least), let's say that he has enough body mods for him to be much stronger than he looks like despite being thin, he does look thin and young and much to my dissapointment he also has no facial hair, so yeah, under this very broad definition of the term he is a twink.

However if you start adding personality archetypes to the definition he stops being one almost inmediately, as we've been shown time after time that his "submissive" attitude is mostly a result of him not knowing too well how to impose himself and just going along with what the rest say or do, but he's starting to grow tired of that ever since Hell's Chicken (even if he clearly still isn't great at that), as it should be more than obvious for anyone who even just googled "demian herman hesse literary analysis", Sinclair is undergoing a lot of changes even now, and the game is doing a good job at portraying that.

Honestly I also think he'd be hotter with a sleeper build but really, I don't care enough about him to argue about that.

And for the last point, precisely due to his upbringing as a rich guy AND his traumatic experience with Kromer, Sinclair is not only a very polite and mild mannered guy (again, unlike resident creature Stephan), but also he tries to take as little space as possible, both literally and metaphorically, as Dante notices near the end of canto 3 when they finally comment on how Sinclair never talks about his own problems until it's too late because he doesn't want to bother the others as they probably have it worse (again, unlike Stephan "i don't mind loweing team morale and making everyone in the room uncomfortable as long as i get to vent" Full Stop office).

3.- Adressing common arguments

Alright, now that I talked about each character, let's see some of the most common arguments I've seen people use to compare them.

"They look the same!" No, they don't. The only thing they have in common is being blonde but even their hairstyles are different with Sinclair having a simple bowl-ish cut with slightly wavy hair and Stephan having curlier hair (not to mention the whole point I made about body types because I'm the sort of lunatic who cares about that stuff). I won't even bother with this argument.

"They have the same personalities!" Again, they don't. Stephan is very cynical with a lot of his attitude being clearly derivated from him coming from a poor background and having stayed there his whole life, he also doesn't care about his cynism getting in the way and bothering everyone else. On the other hand, Sinclair is someone who could almost be described as naive due to having lived a sheltered childhood and only having his experiences with Kromer and his time at Limbus as moments of realizing that the rest of the world is Not Like His Childhood House, still believing that the world is a binary of good vs evil and expecting things to turn out fine or be much better than they actually are, just to be hit with the reality of the city Not being a nice place where people are nice and polite and not trying to kill him, this is not to say he doesn't have his own issues but even Dante notices during his Canto that Sinclair makes a point to avoid bothering everyone else with his personal problems, keeping them to himself even if that makes things worse on the long run.

"Both are opposed and harmed by a lunatic!" This is an argument I've seen a lot and is incredibly filmsy at best, half of the city's population are lunatics and the other half are people who got opposed by them some way or another. Will you say that Ishmael and the rest of the Pequod crew can be compared to the Full Stop office (or really, even mention the other Full Stop fixers instead of just focusing on Stephan because he happens to be blonde and can be compared to Sinclair) because of their situations with Ahab? Or the W Corp crew who got their train targetted by Jae-heon and Elena (or, you know, the train passengers who were turned into Love townspeople or puppets)? What about the Vermillion Cross who got killed by the Reverb Ensemble? Or the Cane office fixers? or the Zwei association section 6 who got beaten to death by Gyeong-mi just because he felt like doing so? Or the Liu association section 1 who had to deal with Argalia taking Philip away? Or the Kurokumo clan members when they were attacked by Tanya? You aren't comparing them to either Stephan or Sinclair, right? Not to mention that in her weird and fucked up perception of things, Kromer was less opposed to Sinclair as she was trying to lead him to join her and her cause, even the last things she says before getting killed are her calling him to follow her.

"Both are compared to birds!" Oh, right, because I forgot that a very directed symbolic comparison to a baby bird breaking out of it's shell as a symbol of rebirth, learning about the nuances of the world and self improvement/liberation that is consistently used in the source material Sinclair comes from is exactly the same as one (1) throwaway line the big bad guy uses to mock not only Stephan but the whole Full Stop gang, right. And if you want to say "but Tamaki compares him to a bird once too", yeah she calls him a parrot because he keeps repeating the same complaints over and over, it's still not the same as a consistent metaphor.

"Both are sad blonde twinks! They're essentially the same guy." Sad? Yeah, everyone in the city is sad but their ways to be sad are polar opposites, and neither of them is the pure cinnamon roll uwu crybaby archetype people tend to lump both into, Stephan was merely having a bad day and people decided to make that his whole personality (when honestly we get more insight on his actual personality before Argalia shows up, when he's making sarcastic remarks and getting impatient because they weren't starting killing people fast enough) but he's still perfectly capable (and willing) to murder people, and Sinclair is just... someone who lacks experience about the real world and how it works and has a tendency to get nervous because of this, but he can adapt quickly to situations once he understands them. Blonde? Yeah, but I guess if that's a point to draw a comparison then we should also compare them to Don Quixote, the Tiphereths, Lenny, Yun, Lulu, Olga, every single npc, librarian, and agent who comes with blonde hair from the generator... Twinks? Stephan absolutely isn't one, Sinclair depends on how you define twink as nobody seems to get to an agreement with that, if you define it as merely "young looking thin man with almost no visible body hair" then yeah he is one, but if you go for any more specific definition than that he stops fitting into the definition almost instantly.

In conclusion: if I see anyone else comparing them I'll start blocking people liberally bc I'm sick of seeing that shit (I do that already tbh but just so you know), now scram

#pjm #library of ruina #limbus company #.🔫#this full stop office shit gets serious #probab ly not exhaustive but ive had this sitting on my drafts for way too long so i needed to post it so people understand how much i Hate #that godforsaken comparison

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Live Gus Reacts! After a nap

So this one isn't going to be long because my carpal tunnel is acting up, but I loved this episode. Yes, there were some after-school-special elements, but I think Chuck Hayward knocked it out of the park, especially considering this was his only screenplay for this show (of course, he's won Emmys for Wandavision and is about to run his own show so dude knows what he's about). It felt much more interwoven than last week's, and certainly flowed a lot better.

I'm hilarified that Edyta Budnik's Polish background was used for Jade's character, similar to how most of the Richmond players' actual backgrounds are used on the show (and why I had her reading a book in Polish in the WifeGuy fic I'm writing). I will say that Rupert, specifically, clocking that was an interesting moment because there is a very real (and ugly) history of prejudice against Polish immigrants in England; Rupert was not being charming there, by any means. The whole interaction with Rupert and Nate in this episode was really fascinating, because Rupert's clearly alarmed at the fact that Nate is getting outside support — he was so effective at cutting Nate completely off from everyone at Richmond, but here Nate is, building his own network here (Roger's invitation suggests to me that this isn't the first time Nate's been out with the West Ham staff/team after a game). And for Rupert, that's unacceptable — Nate's become as much a "possession" to him as Rebecca once was, so he's going to try his best to keep Nate isolated. Unfortunately for him, Nate is still The Great and is learning to balance his newfound pride with his enduring kindness. So however that shakes out will be fun to watch, I think. (All the fingers crossed that it ends with Rupert getting struck by lightning, because really how could you improve on mardia's masterpiece.)

One thing I hate about this storyline, though, is that Nick Mohammed is still having to field abuse from racist fans who think he hasn't "atoned" enough to be allowed happiness or character growth; I love seeing more of Nate, but not at the expense of Mohammed having to deal with this bullshit.

Re: the Colin storyline, I can't really say whether or not it was handled well or poorly, because my personal reaction to it has overwritten that kind of objective analysis. I've read a few reactions, which run the gamut, and I can see how those scenes may have left people disappointed/elated/angry/satisfied. For me, knowing that this episode was written by a Black man my age, from my mom's alma mater (and uhhhh glad to see they changed the mascot from when she went there) and that he and Dylan Marron were the two writers "in charge" of Colin's storyline does make me more inclined to see the choices — Ted's ridiculous Denver Broncos analogy, Isaac's lashing out and somewhat remedial "how does gay work" questions — as deliberate explorations of how straight men can and do react to finding out their friend is gay: not perfectly or even well, but borne out of love and respect and desire to protect. I was very grateful that the entire team immediately accepted Colin, because the last thing I wanted in that moment was "realism." Ditto with Colin's playing improving in the second half of the game, now that his two lives are (at least partially) connected; that's likely not what would happen IRL but I didn't care, even a little bit.

I'll admit I VERY much dig Rebecca as Tough Mom character this season; she's been doling out some extremely good advice to people, and it's delightful to me. Yes, she's a main character who's not getting enough to do, but like Ted I think the show still works when she's not in the spotlight, and when she gets to be the one offering support rather than needing it. And I adore her and Roy's weird-ass relationship, it's just incredible to get these glimpses into how they see each other.

Other than that: Sam giving Jamie the middle finger AND a beautiful smile was amazing, Jamie being pleased to be clocked as queer was interesting, the Higgins And Rebecca Buddies Fun Time is still great, and I want every one of Trent Crimm's t-shirts. And a clementine.

#ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #believe mothereffers #also did anyone else notice Michelle's absolutely exhausted 'please ted we gotta let the teacher go' tone #like god bless and I love Ted dearly #but Ted when he's in full Win You Over mode really is EXHAUSTING

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Fic Snippet: Uncle Meowpheus

In her defense, Rose was very new to this fame business.

She hadn't expected her first book to do so well, let alone the sequel. It helped that she had the actual Prince of Stories challenging her when she felt stuck or tempted to tapdance past a particularly difficult scene or plot point. That imperiously raised eyebrow was like a challenge she couldn't resist. And then, she found herself writing the next few scenes without any issue.

And of course, King Somnio was a joy of a character to write and if she indulged in a few in-jokes at her Uncle Dream's expense, then that was just a bonus? In fact, Calliope herself blessed those efforts and laughed loudest at the "wet of cat" line, to the point of tears.

Today, Rose was on her way to class - Professor Gadling's lecture today promised to be very interesting - when she was joined by a magnificent-looking black cat. She reacted as any sensible person would.

"Awww! Hello, meow! Where'd you come from?"

"The Dreaming, although if one must be perfectly truthful, I did walk all the way here from the New Inn. It's a rather lovely day, isn't it?"

Rose was very proud that she did not scream. It was a near thing, though. Coherence was, unfortunately, not something she could manage at the moment. "Uncle Dream?!!! Cat?!! You?!! OMG?"

"Calm yourself, my dear Rose. Yes, it is I. And yes, sometimes, I am a Cat. The King of Cats, to be precise."

"How?!! Why?!!" Rose was rather glad that they seemed to be alone at the moment because she really needed to sit down. There was a nearby bench that she thankfully sank into. Her ridiculous feline Uncle gracefully leapt on the bench to sit beside her, fluffy tail curling elegantly about his legs. Naturally, he treated that bench like it was his throne.

"I must confess that everyone's daydreams seem to be a little... loud these days, especially when I walk amongst them in my human form." If it was possible for a cat to sigh, then Uncle Dream certainly managed it. "It is a trifle disconcerting, to attract so much attention."

Rose blinked. "Attention? What do you mean by that?"

"It is no concern - it will pass, as these things tend to do, eventually. I would much rather follow the daydreams of the one dearest to me." Mischief glinted in those unearthly blue eyes, that now held the slightest bit of feline gold. "They are far more... interesting."

Rose snorted. "I'm gonna stop you right there, Uncle Dream, before you go into TMI territory. Does Professor G know that you can turn into a cat?"

"No." That was a very definite feline smirk. "This should prove most amusing."

"Great, good to know your husband has charge of the brain cell today. Please try not to break our professor, Uncle Dream, we still need him to teach us, y'know?"

"I shall send Matthew your regards as he is indeed with Hob right now. And alas, I make no promises about breakages. But I shall wait after his class for that." Dream hopped off the bench. "Shall we?"

Rose shook her head and groaned. "How is this my life?"

On the bright side, Rose was glad that Dream had graciously allowed everyone's favorite history Professor to complete his lectures for the day in peace. It must be noted, however, that Robert Gadling did emerge from his office at the end of the day looking very rumpled and quite dazed. His husband, "Thomas Murphy," was wearing an expression that could only be called "cat-that-got-the cream."

Rose absolutely refused to think about this any further.

#the sandman #dream of the endless #rose walker #meowpheus #uncle dream #dreamling #hob gadling #poor hob #i crack what i want #shhh nobody tell neil

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HZD Terraforming Base-001 Text Communications Network

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ADMIN [Zo]: GAIA, I have some questions about the machines down in the Burning Shores.

GAIA: Of course. How may I help?

ADMIN [Zo]: Aloy discovered a new machine called the waterwing. It appears to be similar to the sunwing, but with added functionality to allow it to swim underwater in addition to fly.

β: i think its literally a modded sunwing the code is near identical

β: i was able to get aloy an override for it with just a few parts

HIMBO: SPEAKING OF, HOW'D THAT GO?

FlameHairSavior: Dodging anti-air fire, talk later.

ADMIN [Zo]: My question was, what is the point of this machine? I assume it is more difficult to produce than a simple sunwing.

GAIA: The model designated "waterwing" is a dual-mode Acquisition-type machine, designed primarily for collecting and processing destroyed machines and other resources. The sunwing was designed to use solar energy to power its own processors, increasing the amount of time the machine could spend between recharge cycles. The waterwing improves on this base design by adding the functionality to scavenge underwater.

DIVINER: Then why not just make all sunwings waterwings??

Icarus: I assume it as Zo said. It is more difficult to produce. Specialized tools are always easier to design and build than general-purpose ones.

HIMBO: WELL, NO, A HAMMER IS EASIER TO BUILD THAN A CORKSCREW.

HIMBO: BUT A CORKSCREW IS EASIER TO BUILD THAN A CORKSCREW/FIRELIGHTER/SPARKWELDER.

HIMBO: THIS WATERWING ISN'T A GENERAL-PURPOSE TOOL, IT'S A TOOL WITH MULTIPLE SPECIALIZATIONS.

Icarus: I suppose.

GAIA: Correct. There are a variety of air-based Acquisition machines, and a variety of water-based Acquisition machines. Putting both into a single machine would undoubtedly be more expensive than simply building more of each individual machine.

β: we really need to recapture hephaestus

FlameHairSavior: Yeah, and if we had any real leads, I could be doing that instead of dealing with yet another crazy Zenith.

HIMBO: SO YOU LANDED?

FlameHairSavior: Shot down, a little, but we're fine.

β: what do you mean we

FlameHairSavior: I took Seyka with me. She has a stake in this. It's important to her.

FlameHairSavior: Her sister is involved.

FlameHairSavior: And her tribe.

FlameHairSavior: And she's very helpful.

DIVINER: ...huh.

Icarus: This makes me glad I never watched any of those ridiculous teenage dramas.

FlameHairSavior: Whatever. The point is, we're at the park. There's a fake volcano and a bunch of hologram dinosaurs. Lots of Quen guards everywhere.

Icarus: Why in the world would anyone build a fake volcano?

HIMBO: HEY, VOLCANOS ARE COOL!

Icarus: Putting your vernacular aside and accepting the comment in the spirit it was intended, I suspect that volcanoes lose some of their "cool" factor if they lack the ability to actually explode.

FlameHairSavior: I don't think it can explode.

FlameHairSavior: This whole park is some sort of... massive advertisement, or shopping mall, or both, for Londra's wife's most popular holovid series.

DIVINER: WAIT. WAITWAITWAIT.

FlameHairSavior: ...waiting.

FlameHairSavior: Actually stalking a Quen guard.

DIVINER: Are you talking about Pangea???????

FlameHairSavior: I think so, yeah.

DIVINER: [Squee.gif]

DIVINER: We've been looking for that series for forever! We only have the first movie, everything past that is in a format our focuses can't view!

DIVINER: Oh! Oh! If it's a park, there might be a gift shop!

FlameHairSavior: I'm a little busy right now, Alva.

β: also im sure any plush dinosaurs or whatever have long since rotted away to nothing

DIVINER: At least grab me copies of the holovids!

FlameHairSavior: I'll keep an eye out.

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FlameHairSavior: Huh. Found an old data point about Londra.

DIVINER: Oh? Anything interesting?

FlameHairSavior: Interesting? Yes. Probably not useful, though.

FlameHairSavior: Apparently he thought his wife was cheating on him, so he sent his best friend the bodyguard to investigate her.

DIVINER: And??

FlameHairSavior: And she slept with him.

HIMBO: HA!

ADMIN [Zo]: Erend, be nice.

HIMBO: I'LL BET YOU A BIG BAG OF SHARDS THAT THIS GUY DESERVED WORSE.

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FlameHairSavior: All right, have a better idea of where we need to go now.

FlameHairSavior: There's a place called the armory which should unlock the volcano, but we needed the key from a guy named Fedder, who was in the big dome.

β: why do you always have to do twenty things to do one thing

FlameHairSavior: I don't know. I really, really don't.

HIMBO: ARMORY? SO THERE WILL BE ZENITH WEAPONS?

FlameHairSavior: Not sure. I got the sense that name might have been from when the park was open. I doubt they had actual weapons inside. And if there are, they're probably all rust by now.

FlameHairSavior: Anyway, we spotted Kina in the dome with Fedder. She's definitely with Londra willingly, but she's... practicing for a play? It's weird.

FlameHairSavior: They were just doing a couple lines over and over. "How could I not come back?"

ADMIN [Zo]: Kina is Seyka's sister?

FlameHairSavior: Yeah.

DIVINER: Um, not sure if this is relevant, buuut that was Jane's most famous line from the first Pangea film!

FlameHairSavior: Jane?

DIVINER: Walter Londra's wife! Well, that was her character's name.

HIMBO: SO HE'S... MAKING THE QUEN ACT OUT HIS MOVIE?

DIVINER: We have experience with that sort of thing, so maybe it was their idea?

FlameHairSavior: I don't even know.

FlameHairSavior: Anyway, we waited for her to leave so she wouldn't be caught in the crossfire, killed Fedder, got the key. Almost to the armory now.

DIVINER: Don't let us distract you!

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FlameHairSavior: Shit. ShitshitSHIT.

Icarus: Everything is going well, I take it?

ADMIN [Zo]: Perhaps the armory was just the fertilizer depository.

FlameHairSavior: Londra has brainwashing tech. That's what MSP is. "Mutiny Suppression Protocol." It got trashed in the Old World because it made the subjects more violent, even if they were also more loyal.

FlameHairSavior: That's why he has so many Quen guards ready to murder.

DIVINER: ...shit!

FlameHairSavior: But he was able to perfect it on the guards. He's planning to use it to brainwash a select retinue of Quen to be his new inner circle, copies of the friends he had in the 21st century.

FlameHairSavior: That's all he wants. Adoring friends who can't quite think for themselves.

β: and what hell just be on a barren planet with his harem

HIMBO: THAT'S NOT WHAT A HAREM IS.

MARSHAL Kotallo: Usually.

HIMBO: UH. I SENSE A STORY, BUT I'M NOT SURE I WANT TO ASK.

MARSHAL Kotallo: Not every Chief of the Tenakth has been as selfless and forward-thinking as Hekarro.

HIMBO: YEP, ALREADY REGRET IT.

FlameHairSavior: He's also getting DNA samples from all the Quen. He's going to have a colony of brainwashed clones to rule over with a pantheon of gods. But of course he'd be the only one with REAL power.

Icarus: How do you know all this? I doubt he left out a datapad detailing his full plans.

FlameHairSavior: We met his personal AI, Nova. He's basically been brainwashing her for a thousand years, "tweaking" her personality hour by hour.

FlameHairSavior: She begged us to kill her.

Icarus: Ah. That is unfortunate on multiple levels.

Icarus: I don't suppose you kept a copy of her core programming?

FlameHairSavior: No.

Icarus: That is likely for the best.

DIVINER: Waitwait! Does that mean Kina is going to be part of his retinue? Since she was doing lines his wife used to do?

FlameHairSavior: Yeah.

DIVINER: ...how old is Kina?

FlameHairSavior: Old enough to understand, young enough that it's still creepy. She hasn't been brainwashed yet, though. He's a perfectionist, so he's putting off the final selection.

ADMIN [Zo]: Small mercies.

FlameHairSavior: I'm going to the volcano. Hopefully I can find a way to kill him through his shield. Maybe this Zenith weapon will do the trick?

Icarus: I haven't seen the specs on it, but I wouldn't hold my breath. I highly doubt Londra would have given a minion something that could hurt him.

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FlameHairSavior: So, there was a slaughterspine.

β: was it londras

FlameHairSavior: Yeah, and it was a big one.

FlameHairSavior: On the plus side, Kina finally realized what a bastard Londra is.

FlameHairSavior: On the down side, I think Londra has something else waiting in the wings. The slaughterspine felt more like a distraction.

Icarus: How did he control the slaughterspine? You said he was using a HORUS printer, but surely he wouldn't be foolish enough to print out SCARABs.

HIMBO: WHAT ARE THOSE?

Icarus: The Corruptors. They could easily run out of his control, especially if they're fresh from the printer.

FlameHairSavior: He officially doesn't care what happens to this planet, so I don't think he's losing any sleep over that.

DIVINER: What about the Quen!

FlameHairSavior: Oh, right.

FlameHairSavior: Well, after we took down the slaughterspine, Seyka took Kina and the other surviving Quen back to the settlement. I think most of the brainwashed guards are already dead, so they should be able to reintegrate.

DIVINER: That's good to hear!

FlameHairSavior: Londra went back to the bunker. He's up to something big.

HIMBO: KEEP US POSTED!

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#horizon #horizon zero dawn #horizon forbidden west #HZDBaseChat #aloy #zo #erend vanguardsman #kotallo #alva #beta horizon #sylens

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Well our appliances were not delivered today. Sad. The dryer is permanently out of stock. But good news, James was able to talk to a very helpful customer service woman and got us a different one, even price matched it to the original one. Even though this one was more expensive. So now we are getting them next Friday.

But I did not know for sure if the delivery was going to happen today. So I was just a little stressed about it when I woke up. When I woke up I was not going to get up right away. No need to. But then I heard a box truck outside and absolutely panicked and threw on clothes just in case. It was very stupid. I went downstairs and waited to see what they were delivering and it ended up being a bookcase for our neighbor. I would take a deep breath and text James to see what was up. And went to take a shower and brush my teeth and calm myself down.

I felt a lot better after the shower. It was nice to be clean. And honestly today was the best I have felt in forever. I didn't even take my medicine. I just felt fine. I was low energy for sure. But I wasn't sick and that just made my heart feel so light.

I would have some brioche and ice tea for breakfast. And took the animals outside. It was just a little drizzly out today and was humid but it was really nice having the door open. Even if it lets flies in. I just want the windows/door open all the time. I can't wait til we have a screen door. Hopefully soon. We paid for it! We are just waiting for the custom sized door to be made.

I would do a ton of knitting work today. I only have 4 cream color squares to finish (it was 7 at the begining of the day but I would make 3 throughout the day) . And I would work hard to sew all my other squares together. It's such a sweet little piece. I am still going to make a boarder but I love the checker.

I would also cut and measure all of the yarn for my temperature blanket for July. I attached the June rectangle as well. But cutting and making the yarn took forever. I would have worked on August too but I ran out of the color for 70s. I will probably go to the craft store to look tomorrow. But I'm not to worried. It'll get done.

I would have a little lunch. Watch some videos. Worked on knitting. Sewed sewed sewed. I would occasionally go outside to check on the animals. I was just having a chill day.

I made strawberry lemonade but it really needed more lemon and we only had powder lemon packets. Not the same. Maybe when I go to the store tomorrow I'll pick up some lemons too.

Celia would come over to hang out for a few hours at 130. It was nice to hang out with her. She would change out of her internship clothes once she got here. And we sat on the couch and talked. I worked on my knitting and sewing. It was a chill hang out.

Eventually I made us nachos and we played the frog detective game. The second chapter/sequel was much more involved. We got to decorate a notebook, which we took very seriously. And she narrated all of the speech bubbles, gave everyone accents and everything. It was a lot of fun.

When we finished the game, after having some candy and laughing and having a good time, I realized I was ridiculously tired and just be er fed to lay down. So Celia said she would head out. I'm really glad we got to hang out today.

I wouldnt actually sleep. But I would be horizontal and just rested my body. And soon James was home.

They were very sad. Some hockey players were biking and got hit by an aggressive drunk driver and died. Two brothers. The day before their sister's wedding. Horrible. An absolute tragedy. And they were really torn up about it. Especially because people have been very aggressive towards them lately on their bike. It sucks. People need to calm down, people are literally dying.

They would go upstairs to record an addendum to their podcast about the hockey players. Just to get their feelings out. I would just lay down on the couch. Eventually they would have showered and came and laid with me and held me which was really nice.

Eventually I moved upstairs. I took the kinesiology tape off that I've been wearing the last couple days and even though I was careful I still tore my skin a bit and it hurt. So after dinner (Mac and cheese), I took a bath and tried to carefully get the excess glue off and take care of my poor torn skin. Ouch.

Now me and James are in bed. We might watch more vampire show. But my head hurts a bit and I am very tired. But thankfully not woozy or nauseous.

Tomorrow I have the market. And I am hoping it's a good day. I hope you all have a good day. I love you all very much. Sleep well my friends. Goodnight!

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I remember, she used to let me try on her dresses when we were alone, just the two of us. The first time, she was trying so hard not to laugh, but I could tell she wanted to. I felt that familiar dread, I looked down and slumped my shoulders and made myself as small as possible, mumbled something about how all this really was ridiculous, that I shouldn't have pressured her into playing along- But then she shook her head, still laughing, and she hugged me and kissed my forehead and explained that the reason she was laughing was because her clothes were far too big on me, that I looked positively adorable swamped in her expensive dresses. And- and that she thought that if I ever managed to get one that actually fit me...that I'd surely look ravishing.

That's why I'm so glad that she got to actually see me like this.

#tma rp #the vastard speaks

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linafinsterwald192 · 3 months

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GHOVIE SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT!! my feelings about it

omg i have so much to say y'all. SPOILERS. SPOILERSS.

Holy shit. HO-LY-SHIT- I went to Berlin for that (it's like, 2 hours away from me so not that big of a deal BUT i have social anxiety) and the train station and the unfamiliar cinema and all that made me anxious, but I had to be there on time, so I didn't have time for that!! I made it and i am so glad that i did and i am glad to know that copia would be proud of me. Also the tickets were ridiculously cheap. I made almost the same for the ticket AND my cinema menu, which was just mid-sized nachos with a mid-sized pepsi and two dips??? Also yes I know Berlin cinema snacks are expensive, but I paid almost 12€ (compared to around 16 for Ghost) on Avengers Infinity War tickets a few years ago, and that one I watched in a shitty small town cinema. The fans were awesome. One of them came as a ghoul(ette?) and another gave out bracelets. I now have a Mummy Dust bracelet. Picture my excitement when it played in the movie. The lightning was fucking fantastic. It was BEAUTIFUL and brought out the faces and the jackets and oh my god everything was so close and so cinematic and i fucking loved it. I expected the movie to basically be one big Chapter, so it being essentially one big concert was a surprise to me, and it took me a while to realise that this the concept of the entire movie - but I loved it! I do not have the mental equipment to go to a concert since I get overwhelmed with crowds and such, so it was amazing getting to see a Ritual on the big screen. I love the character arcs. I love Copia standing up to Nihil, questioning what he has ever done for him. I love Sister's absolute SASS when congratulating Nihil for finally being a father at last. I love Nihil actually being a father, if for like... 10 combined minutes xD I love the characters in general. I can absolutely understand that C wants to stay and it's so interesting to see Seestor trying to let him down gently - as compared to... you know... stabbing the others when it was time? I love the relationship between Sis and Nihil. Clearly in love but still nagging (for good reason). I loved the whole cartoon-y clip. I think it conveyed their relationship perfectly and while I'm not usually a fan of i like you/Go away relationships, I absolutely ship them. They match each other's crazy for real. Also the coffin kiss is part of my Roman Empire now. I wish we could have seen how Sister and Nihil felt about Sister's death. I wish we could have seen Sister looking forward to being on the same plane as Nihil again - and I want to know if they can hug and kiss again now! I was kind of grateful that they didn't include this since it leaves more room for headcanons, but I do wish Sister had gotten an on-screen death. I loved all these small funny moments. "Do you think that's air you're smelling?" was fucking hilarious, as were the eye movements with Nihil crossing and... (what is the opposite of crossing here) his eyes - i bet the actor was very proud of that one xD I liked Ashley, and I'm glad to see Copia still has Mr. Saltarian by his side. I'm SUPER excited to see if we get more chapters, now with Copia as Frater Imperator. Also, the twin thing???? Very fucking excited for that! It was also very funny to see the ghouls so well-behaved on stage. Papa, too. 12/10. would watch a million times more. the audio for the concert portions was so clear, the jackets beautiful, and my babes were rockin'.

#ghost the band #rite here rite now #movie #rite here now spoilers

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queenofmalkier · 1 year

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So, for my personal thoughts I'm gonna have to watch it again, too much happened. I'm gonna word vomit every thought I have now. Putting it under a cut to be extra careful, spoilers for EVERYTHING.

BAYLE. MY BOY BAYLE.

The Seanchan are so much more horrifying when they explain they're about to fuck shit up in their best customer service voice. And that fucking SPIKE????? It's so perfect. Fucking gruesome. Not making the damane kneel was good too - because they're not people, they don't count. I do wish they'd shown her being rewarded at the end, petting her hair or something like that to really elevate the what the fuckery.

Adeleas is everything and I love her so, so much.

I understand why they made the change to have Nynaeve thought to be dead - it's sowing the seeds for whatever is going on with Mat and it gives Liandrin more depth. It also gives us Egwene showing her own stubbornness - if they won't go get Nyn then SHE'LL do it.

Honestly I'm kind of here for the Liandrin depth? She acts like a bratty little doll come to life but like. The Chucky kind.

AND SHE HAS A SON???? FUCKING TWIST OF THE CENTURY. I was wondering about her comments about living for such a long time and protecting little girls. And we all wanted to know about the "man" Moiraine threatened her with. Honestly I'm just... I like Liandrin as a character now and I don't know how I got here. How did this happen.

Egwene thinking she isn't noticed meanwhile all the background Aes Sedai are like DID YOU SEE HER. Babygirl you been seen. You're just not being stubborn so they don't have to worry about you.

Nynaeve. Fuck man. The Elnore scene broke me but they GOT ME with that fake out no lie. I was like WHAT IN THE FEMINISM GIRLBOSS BULLSHIT IS THIS!?!? And then "OH NO."

I'm glad Elayne got busted for trying to make her room fancy. I was initially annoyed because she wasn't supposed to get special treatment but I need to have more trust.

THEY GAVE US THE FADE SCENE.

They're also giving me Spooky Children of the Corn Elyas and I respect this decision wholeheartedly. He's very "Bitch you about to learn" and I also respect this. Even if him turning up riiiiight when Ishamael was being a shit covered in blood was not helpful for Perrin's Health, Wealth, or Wellbeing.

Oh the darkfriend social POV from the kid was actually genius. It showed all the details without the tricky business of an internal narrative! ALSO. Not everybody gets pulled to the shadow because they're afraid. I think it's important to show that, to show in some ways how indoctrination can happen. That's how you get people who are loyal down to their bones.

Fuck what else.

OH! OH OH OH! PERRIN WRITING LETTERS WAS ALSO GENIUS. Because he's so internal but he's genuinely so thoughtful. He would take the time to write letters, and would take care in what he wrote, and in that way we get to know him so much better. They're not doing my boy dirty this season.

Rand :( :( :( him working in a mental hospital worked well - I was afraid of that change, but they handled it with care. Him going after the dickhead showed us his lack of control too, even if I personally Support Him.

Lanfear is so good. She's so, so, SO fucking good. THIS is what she was always supposed to be. I love RJ, he's my boy, but I think he failed to convey just how fuck off horrifying somebody like Lanfear is. "Don't ever leave me" GIRL.

I saw some complaints about Logain "still taking care of himself" before it came out and was annoyed, but now I feel justified. The man is not eating willingly - I'm sure by now he knows if he doesn't eat they will force feed him. He's a living example. The madman in a cage. He's unkempt and unpredictable and I am living for it because to me, that is having nothing to live for. Asking for ridiculously expensive wine just to pour it out. Nothing matters to Logain anymore.

Min I'm unsure of. I feel like she was a plant by Moiraine for sure, to watch Mat and make him trust her the only way she could, but now she's helping him because of what she saw. (Which, WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKK!?!?!?!?)

All the Beltane lanterns broke my heart.

One gripe: Loial roaring was. Um. Weird.

#wheel of time tv series #wheel of time book spoilers #wot prime spoilers

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shopwitchvamp · 2 years

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Would you ever do cons again or is that something that you have grown past the need of?

I really don't want to do them anymore. Long answer incoming as usual~ Like, maybe I'll attend them as a regualr attendee for fun again someday, but even before the pandemic I would get sick ALL THE TIME from going to cons. So for one thing I'm extra afraid about that. They're also not particularly profitable unless it's a local con and you don't need to travel/stay at a hotel. Or you're like.. Cards Against Humanity's table that can make 5 figures in a day. (lol ok so i googled what i was remembering, their table selling out in 50mins, and nevermind i was so wrong. if you're them you can make -$35k in 51mins at a con. negative 5 figures in an hour...)

At my peak (and only because I'd started incorporating more clothing) I made $7k in a weekend, which sounds amazing, but like half or more would disappear into flights, the hotel, the table/badges, food, and the cost of what I was selling. At that point I was paying for my own room just so I could sleep at all at night.. Way back in the day we'd do the whole 6 people in 1 room thing to save money, and then I'd spend a whole weekend unable to sleep. And then I'd get sick ;__; rinse and repeat like 8 times a year. Misery. Also those $7k cons happened like 3-4 times in my con career. 2010-2015 before clothing I think it was more like $2-3k was an outstanding weekend. More than once I made negative money at a con (not as negative as Cards Against Humanity thank god). I'm looking at you Anime Atlanta! Everyone told me and my friend that con was SO GOOD so we drove for 2 or 3 days to get there. We slept on a concrete floor at a friend's SCAD dorm room. OMG AND I JUST REMEMBERED when that happened I had just had surgery too!! All of that and I made way less than what my expenses were because the con was just dead that year (a different con had moved it's dates and was the same weekend I think? competition made both cons worse that year from what I remember). One of many sad con tales. At this point I'm too old for it, or just too unwilling to put up with the suffering. I start thinking about how many cons wouldn't let us artists bring food in, the ridiculously long 12hr+ days with no break, how many times I couldn't even get up to go to the bathroom if someone wasn't with me, weird BS like AFest trying to blacklist anyone that didn't stay for Monday when it wasn't held on labor day weekend anymore and the con's Monday wasn't a holiday, cons that put artists in bizarre and dangerous conditions (a parking garage?? or MechaCon that year there were no lights????), how often guests or staff were incredibly rude.. and honestly I just get really angry about the way cons are for artists. I wish I'd tried to start a union or something. Instead I just walked away. And then as for growing past the need for it, yeah definitely. But it's more like, I was able to grow because I let go of them. I actually knew I needed to stop doing cons like 2ish years before I did. I knew the churn was keeping me from reaching the next level, I was always recovering from a con or preparing for a con or dying at a con. But it was so hard to jump out from that cycle because I always needed the money from the next con. I'm really not even sure how I escaped, but I'm very glad I did. Definitely won't go back to that life. (There were, of course, some good times too. Like I got to meet James Marsters and Cary Elwes. Sometimes I was living the dream!) ᴾˢ ᴱᴰᴵᵀ ᴬˢᵏ ᵐᵉ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᴶᵘᵍᵍᵃˡᵒ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰ ᶜᵒⁿ

#wow yeah this is a lot #i could sure go on #it's not an easy life and i wouldn't want to go back to it #like i said before maybe if i were invited as a guest #but i will not pay to be hundreds to be mistreated at an artist alley table anymore #all of my support to those that still do it though #you're stronger than me that's for sure #ask #witch vamp #cons #convention #reply

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nadsu · 2 years

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Tōya Todoroki x Fem!Reader

Stargazing

synopsis. Who would Tōya Todoroki be if things had gone differently?

And what all can happen under a sea of stars?

fluff ・ lemon ・ hero!tōya todoroki ・ flirty keigo takami ・ tōya has a tongue piercing bc it's goddamn sexy

"Do you see the stars there? If ... they are in the right constellation, it means good luck for someone."

Was it a daydream? One of the pretty shitty kind, huh?

Shit ... Let it be one.

Tōya thought to himself, fingers running through his spiky mane as he gazed at his reflection.

Turquoise eyes you always compare to the ocean, sparkling with anger as he knew the obvious long ago - it wasn't a dream. Not a fucking comatose dream he wished was here.

He would have loved to smash the mirror with his fist if he didn't know how pissed you would get afterwards.

He could shit on an hour-long discussion with you.

Just don't cause any more stress - in the end you would probably banish him from his bed and let him sleep in God knows where.

Ha, as if you could do that, but if he wouldn't go, you would be the one to go at the latest, if you couldn't fight against his stubbornness.

Either way there could only be losers in this situation so he left alone that swanky expensive mirror that probably cost more than his all-nighters with Hawks and the amount of alcohol that became part of this ritual. After all, it never stayed at one drink as agreed ... not with someone like him - his self-proclaimed wingman at the time.

Speaking of Hawks, where was that chicken when you really needed him?

"I'll stand by you. At home. While I open the bottle of whiskey you left with me for emergencies."

Oh yes, he grinningly and gladly left this peace, joy, pancake hell here to his best friend ...

"That damn-"

Bird, mentally pronouncing the rest as he refreshed his face with cold water.

Well, tried - his black shades under his eyes could still be seen from three kilometers away.

Stress.

Just because of all the stress that was currently going on in your four walls and that didn't let him sleep - you included. It was really hell to see you suffer. Worse than... than this.

The last thing the young hero wanted was to spend time with his family.

No, rather with his father, who planned this trip to the ridiculously large estate of the Todoroki's, which he bought just for such a thing like this, felt 200 kilometers around no signs of civilization, alone, to make one on Happy fucking Family.

As if that would still help somehow ...

He had only agreed to this shit because you seemed so extremely tense lately.

You were tense, with every single syllable out of your mouth he could hear that something was going against your grain and he just couldn't figure it out.

Some fucking woman thing.

Maybe.

Hopefully just that.

The longed-for vibrating of his cell phone had a rather negative effect on Tōya, who fished it out of his pants pocket in annoyance.

As expected-.

"Huh?"

"I'm glad to hear you too, buddy."

When talking about the fucking devil, he came shitting with red feathers and bad humor.

"You let me down."

"You're still pissed.", Keigo remarked on the other end of the line. "ah~ (y/n) is with you after all and you know the three of us, this can't end well. After all, I have to keep up appearances before Endeavor."

What kind of appearance would that be?

"Fuck appearance. You're supposed to be here."

"I'll make it up to you, okay? Just enjoy the time with your wife and don't forget about me just because we can't pay attention to this love triangle right now."

"Shut the fuck up ..."

"Don't get her pregnant when you're improving your sex life."

"When I get back, I'm gonna fry you."

"Hey, I'm just saying. On vacation, as we all know, all the clothes come off."

"Yeah, whatever. I'll call you tomorrow."

Uh-huh. He will?

"Wait, are you trying to get rid of me? Is (y/n) there?"

Actually yes, that is when he heard you enter the room.

The feathered hero happily chatting away on his cell phone while you walked up to your boyfriend, who was watching you very closely as you wiggled your eyebrows in amusement.

"If I had to guess ... Is it ... the love of your life on the other line?"

Not funny.

Yes, it is. It's actually only funny for you, not for him.

"Put it on speaker," you urged him. You were only separated for one day and already you couldn't live without each other. Sometimes Tōya wondered with whom you had a relationship at all, but it would have been a lie if he didn't see this friendship between three of you as perfect, and the way you lovingly embraced him from behind with your arms, he knew that all your love was for him. Only him. Hawks and you would never do anything that would hurt him for that you were too much you. The flame user wasn't big on trust, but he gave you both all of it.

That's why he only sighed with a barely visible smile on his lips when he pressed the button on his cell phone and Hawk's loud voice boomed through the receiver the very next moment.

"We just can't do without each other. The best threesome of my dreams."

"Someday I'll get him talked into it, birdy~"

You would harmonize perfectly together, because the be-all and end-all of this beautiful interplay was the mood. Without certain prerequisites, you could forget about it.

You three ... it would be perfect. You knew each other like no other.

"Forget it. Both of you."

Well, and so much for that.

But you knew what was pulling. Oh~ you knew exactly what the white-haired man was attracted to. Knew how to use your feminine charms to get what you wanted.

Playfully pouting, you took his hand and nibbled on his finger. As if hypnotized, he barely looked you in the eye as you let your tongue roam around his dome.

With this harmless sounding question, after you were still innocent as you were -or not- biting his thumb.

Fleeting. And so damn wicked ... that already makes his blood flow down to other parts of his body.

"Not even eventually?"

Fuck, your look would eventually really make him change his mind and go for it.

But for now ...

"I have to hang up."

... were his thoughts just here, with you and your hands wandering along his arms and finding their place around his neck.

He didn't even let Hawks say anything else before he hung up and literally threw his phone onto the small cabinet next to the sink.

It was clear what you wanted.

Namely him.

Pʟᴀʏ ɴᴏᴡ -

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"No one is in the house."

"Mhm, go on," he murmured in your ear.

"And ... I thought ... You and I are taking advantage of that."

Tapping his shirt with your index finger, you opened two buttons the next moment.

"Do you want me to keep talking?"

Yes, he wanted to hear everything that was going through your head. But his impatience was killing him. All he wanted was ...

You, you, you.

Not giving a shit where you were.

"This fucking place has a Jacuzzi, if I remember correctly."

"Really? Then what are we still doing here?"

You certainly didn't have to ask your boyfriend twice and you knew all too well how impatient he was right now - his kisses along your cheekbones with the gentle push towards the exit only confirmed it.

How hard it was to get a door open when you were carrying someone in your arms, Tōya realized only now, after he let his hands wander to your ass, your kisses becoming more and more uncontrolled and he lifted you up.

Your legs, automatically found around his narrow hips, pressing your pelvis harder against the door.

And~ here was the kicker-.

"Could you give me a second?"

"What? Wasn't it you who thought he was so~ skilled with his hands?"

He could practically hear your sadistic smirk, you didn't even have to choose such naughty words, to which he lovingly gave you his answer by intensifying pressure against your pelvis, just to elicit that soft moan from you because you felt how hard he already was.

How ready he was for you.

"How was that? Thought you knew how skilled."

Mhm~ and how you knew. You still couldn't let that little tease go.

"I think you have to prove it to me again."

He liked nothing better than that right now, and if he had to, he'd remind you all goddamn day, even when you couldn't anymore.

Over and over and over again.

Reminded you that he didn't have to prove anything because you were falling for him either way and he knew exactly how many times you'd already cum under him.

How many times he's been able to push you to the edge of your climax.

How often you have given yourself to him with everything you had.

With your body.

Your soul.

With all your love for him.

Every step, every touch, every kiss and every pleasurable sound that escaped your dry throats only heated you up further and suddenly filled the halls of the mansion with energy.

Your energy.

You were ready for anything - really - but not for what your eyes picked up next.

"Wait a minute." He didn't respond at first - spreading more kisses along your neck.

"Tōya wait."

But, after you pressed lightly against his chest, two cheeky twinkling eyes fixed you. Greedy and yet confused almost a little worried.

"What? Afraid someone might hear you?"

Indeed. Because the hot tub was not as expected somewhere in this bombastic big house, no, but outside.

Out in the open ...

Which is why your question sounded more pejorative than intended.

"Are you ... into that?"

"I'm not the public type, but when it comes to sex," he rolled his shoulders as if he didn't care where he was. "it's just something different."

He saw your skepticism immediately. The wrinkling of your nose was normal whenever you didn't like something.

"It's the middle of the day."

"So?"

"So? What if someone sees it?"

Or better - listened, ugh.

"Isn't that what it's all about? This thrill that it could be like that?

But I'm not doing anything you don't want me to, okay?"

You just nodded and were about to go back in after your fleeting kiss on his cheek. You'd be lying if you'd never thought about something like that before, but it didn't feel right?

It was perfectly okay. For some, that certain thrill was just nothing.

But Tōya knew you. Far too well and probably even better than you knew yourself, so he knew what excited you and that? Sometimes even more than anything else.

Shared your fantasies with him when you were in need of him again.

He just had to push the right buttons with you so that you said yes.

And ... how did that work better with you than with humor?

With your teasing of which he knew how much you secretly love it and how much it amused him inside when you tried with effort to be mad at him, but you failed miserably every time. Your pissed off face was worth the action here.

So without another word he grabbed you, you crying out as your boyfriend's warm hands wrapped around your hips, pulling you to him and then lifting you up with a deft grab under your legs and around your back.

Flatsh.

There you landed not a second later, despite kicking and struggling and pleading, in the Jacuzzi.

Showing no mercy and no remorse because your boyfriend? He squatted down to you, laughing throatily.

"Tōya Todoroki you are really impossible!"

Hands slapping on the water surface as you cursed him like a wet poodle and tried to grab his hand, which he pulled away. You certainly wouldn't drag him in now.

He wouldn't just give you that satisfaction.

"Guilty as charged.

Now I guess you'll have to take your clothes off."

He would have liked that, but no. In life, nothing was given to you as a gift, and so you both made your positions clear.

Neither of you would give in.

"You have to earn it."

And you were sure, too sure he would go for it. He couldn't do anything else but respond to your will. Because he wanted it exactly-

"I pass."

Which is why your oh-so-beautiful winning smile was wiped off your face and you could do nothing but look stupid. Standing in the water with your eyes wide open, as if ordered and not picked up, mouth ajar, while his answer rattled through your head like a broken gear.

He ... what?

"Why is it always the men who have to prove themselves?"

Yes~ he knew how to get to you it was your words back then in the little bar where you met.

You were frustrated by all the losers in your life and he was bored by the run-of-the-mill women who never had that certain bite.

The bite that you had for it.

It was these simple words-

"I don't think men always have to do all the work."

-which in the end made him curious. Curious, because he was just a man, wasn't he?

"Hey, you gu-

T-tōya what did you do?"

Fuyumie's voice, which at first sounded cheerful, wavered within a millisecond until there was only a reproach left toward him, dissolving your intense gazes between you.

Fuck~

You really forgot that you were not alone here.

This family trip would have gone literally down the drain at the latest now had you given in to your lust.

The reason you finally got out of the water and stood soaked in the sun.

You did not even want to imagine what she thought.

Probably nothing wrong anyway, but man, as confident as you actually were, this broke into little pieces for a moment.

Well ... so, in this way you surely wanted to be made wet by him.

Whereby it cooled your skin under this burning sun immensely.

But man! You regret this idea with the Jacuzzi briefly minimally.

Your great boyfriend, however, less, he was more amused about how quickly you fled. Neither of you both could have guessed that his family would return so soon from this sightseeing tour.

"What she deserves," he called after his sister, who was rushing in to bring you towels.

And if that wasn't embarrassing enough with her, it was with his brothers.

One of them just sighed, because Nats made a stupid allusion to a certain evening on which ... let's say you weren't quite as quiet as Tōya told you to be, okay. The warm hand on your mouth didn't help with his merciless thrusts into you either.

"Nana Rie almost had an early blessing."

If she hadn't mistaken your moans for ... with a dying cat, then yes, definitely.

You swore you would have loved to sink into the ground when Natsuo was still grinning so cheekily, saving poor Granny from ending up six feet lower that night and moving the tour of the giant mansion to another hallway.

Inwardly grateful that he was thinking along, but on the other hand he kept rubbing it in.

"I told you to be quiet," Tōya shrugged again as if he wasn't the one fucking you uninhibitedly on the tatami, because Mr. Impatience came up in him again and maybe you provoked him a little too much with your words what you could do to him now, if you had been at home and not there.

What should you say ... It just had to end in his old youth room.

You should say again that you were uncomfortable doing it in public, when you were already much more naughty.

"Me? Maybe you shrieked like that," you winked in his direction before he pulled you by the wrist and whispered the words in your ear that gave you goosebumps knowing you would bite because it was just typically you.

The embarrassing evening already repressed, because fuck it, you only lived once.

Whether his younger brother had noticed it, was actually not so important, because it never let your relationship become weird.

So fuck it!

"Tonight. You and me in that Jacuzzi."

Why not escape from this hell called "family vacation" and give yourself to something that had long been his?

Give yourself to you and you to him.

Fully and completely.

When the house was empty and you were alone.

• • • • • • •

If there was one thing you appreciated more than his rough yet caring manner, it was the words he always kept.

If he was a villain he would probably never give up to get what he wanted.

And it was okay.

You loved it, god, everything about him and getting you then turned out to be a real challenge. One he was only too happy to accept.

He didn't give up no matter how untouchable you seemed - his persistence paid off in the end.

Because now he had not only the most loving, but in his eyes also the most beautiful being at his side. You had definitely fallen for him, but he, he was much more to you.

With every cell of his body.

"The dress suits you."

Your curves in this red fall, which moved lasciviously to the beat of the music in the background.

Your lips, on which was a cheeky smile and the color matching the dress left an imprint on the champagne glass.

Tingly and fruity, like his lips, which were sipping the liquid themselves before and over which you let your tongue glide, which he was only too happy to open for you.

This kiss ... only the beginning of so many of tonight that lay ahead of you.

Accordingly, it did not last too long.

Not too long.

Not enough ...

But enough to want more to become addicted to it - to him.

This desire for you increased immeasurably in him ... but it was still much too early to become weak now.

You, on the other hand, were less able to hold back, but he interrupted you with his finger between your lips.

Confused and somewhat repulsed, your next question was thus only natural for him.

"Did I-"

"No. You didn't do anything wrong. Come on."

His intention was not to unsettle you, but to give you back today something of what you gave him all these years - safety.

As sure as he clasped your hand with his and guided you.

Your eyes wandered. Wandered from him to the sea of red blossoms.

"You've gone to a lot of trouble."

Of course he had. Albeit a little with the help of his sister before they left for that stupid family dinner.

At least she only helped buy the roses, he did the rest.

And apparently you liked it, your eyes scrutinizing her surroundings while his never missed your reaction.

"Are you asking me to marry you?" you chortled next.

"No, you know how I feel about that."

Yea ...

And with each time it stung a little bit more in your heart while you thought you could finally make friends with this thought.

Too early rejoiced.

Because no, you simply could not suppress this desire. No matter how hard you tried. For him.

"Yep."

"Don't be mad now."

You weren't, really, but you were already sick of this topic. Marriage was never an option, because he thought absolutely nothing of all this crap and this arranged marriage of his parents was to blame.

But to worry about it now was not fair, after all, he gave out all the candles and rose petals for you here. Not for himself, but just for you.

Absolutely corny and yet ... more than attentive from someone like him who had absolutely nothing to do with romance. All that to get the stress out of your tired bones.

And that made you smile against his chest inhaling the tart note of his perfume into your nose as you could think nothing else of having found the best man for you. Because no matter what he did you felt good, let's put aside the topic of children and marriage - it was just trivial and it didn't matter if you wore a ring on your finger or not. What mattered was once again only the here and now with him in this sea of soft scents and kisses that he gave you.

Hands wandering over his shirt, running over and over his upper arms and finally under the dark fabric to expose what you so eagerly wanted to touch - what you wanted to feel. Your fingers - like electric little flashes on his ever-warm skin. Charged, almost tingling through his whole body to his present erection you felt on you and which Tōya didn't hide either the way he pressed it against you. He never minded drawing your attention to it and showing you how much he wanted you.

His shirt finally tossed carelessly on the floor you ran his contours along his stomach. Tōya had never been well-toned, had no six-pack no broad shoulders, but you could never have cared less. He was perfect. Yes, to you he definitely was no matter in what way. Whether he was not the master chef, especially neat or a little reserved, he definitely had other qualities and even his flaws you loved about him.

"Do you actually know what you're doing to me?" asking between kisses. Gasping and greedy.

It was addictive this feeling of your tongue against his, how it turned and explored every inch as if it was your last time. Those pleasurable sounds that escaped you - he wanted more of it.

More of you.

More of this.

His next grab the zipper of your dress which he slowly, far too slowly unzipped as he carefully slipped it off your skin and it fell to the floor to see you in all your glory, taking his breath away bit by bit. No matter how many more times he got to see you like this - it was intoxicating every time.

Shoes slipped off as you smiled and walked away from him.

Your much too charming walk into the Jacuzzi, step by step, almost made him lose his mind. He eyed you closely.

Every visible scar on you.

Every other step.

Those perfect hips, around which the water nestled like silk. How you placed yourself there in the water on the rise and looked at him longingly.

Just everything.

"You'll have to undress more if you want to join me."

"You can help me too."

Playfully you caught your lip between your teeth as you slowly moved back through the water towards him.

"Should I?" grinning, your tongue slid over his neck, continuing to move down his chest more and more.

Slowly, agonizingly. It drove him crazy how you used your tongue while kissing down every inch of his exposed upper part of the body. Playing around his pierced nipple with your tongue, leaving nothing but a tingling sensation on his pale skin with each successive kiss.

The way you looked at him from below with that damn innocent look - god he wanted you, and right now.

If you kept this up, kept kissing along the hem of his boxers while you kept gently pulling the fabric with your teeth, he'd grab you just like that and take you right then and there. But you, you had completely different plans with him.

"You have two healthy hands, don't you? Why don't you do it yourself?"

Grinning cheekily, you wandered back left to your previous place - never taking your eyes off him, who still stood there a bit confused and slightly annoyed. You made your order clearer, because no reaction came. Not the desired one and you told him bluntly what you wanted him to do.

"Undress. And slowly~"

"The fuck? Ur kidding me?", your lustful look - following that cheeky grin - told him exactly how serious you were.

"Aw fuck."

He did it, sighing, without further hesitation, your eyes following his every move until he stood before you completely naked. With your finger signaling him to move towards you, he did it, again without saying anything in response he obeyed.

"We should try role-playing sometime."

Hands crashed left and right of you, while he looked down at you questioningly.

"What makes you think that?"

And you, catching his white strands smiled at him.

"Well, this really had its ... charm."

Pointing to your clothes on the stones and all the red and pink from roses on which they lay. Your soft spot lay more like this on - more equals more appealing. Sure, nothing was nicer than skin on skin, but certain clothes? It was worlds of difference so why no "role-playing" as foreplay? Maybe even a certain ever chattering feathered creature included in your "game"?

"I'll keep it in mind."

But the fantasy with Hawks in a threesome ... you'd better not bring up now.

After all, this was just about the two of you. Wet hands slid over his skin, leaving goose bumps before he leaned down to you. His, however, slid over your thigh and in between. Caressing this sensitive spot - your sharp intake of breath like music in his ears.

"So, do you still mind being out here now?"

"No."

"Why?"

Your lips trembling from the rising lust inside you. He played with you and a mind as he brushed one hand over your sensitive nipples - alternating between the two. His tongue used where you felt cold metal as it gave you the rest.

How much you wanted his pierced tongue elsewhere now - wanted to feel - wanted to feel what it was already doing to you too often.

But it was, to your disappointment, just one of his fingers sliding into you and oh~ you hated it because it didn't feel complete.

"Because I just ... I want-"

Until he finally added his second. He knew. Knew how much you focused on him and his fingers that made you breathe hard.

He noticed how you were falling more and more and losing your inhibitions.

Piece by piece - your moans more and more uncontrolled. Like wax, yes, you were in his hands and he enjoyed every single sound that escaped your lips.

"You want me to ... what?"

"I want ... Ngh fuck."

"Say it. What do you want?"

He wanted to hear his name come out of your mouth and he knew what buttons to push on you to make you give yourself completely to him.

"I can play this game just like you, only better."

They said still waters run deep and that was definitely true for both of you.

"Look at me doing it."

His voice was soft, just like his movements. The way your muscles tightened, you biting down on your now smeared red lips with that look of lust, causing more heat from him.

It was like when you two first made love.

Addictive.

Bodies made for each other.

But it was never enough.

Never would be.

Tōya slowed his movements knowing full well how you reacted to such things. Pushed to the edge of your orgasm, he left you hanging right there in the air, and when you felt his fingers leave you, you could only clench your teeth and state your disappointment.

"Wha-"

"I'll take it slow."

It felt abortive, pent-up lust that found no release. Locked in that boiling body that trembled with arousal.

He reached under your thighs and lifted you up onto the edge of the pool, where he placed you. Your legs automatically sought hold around his hips, which pressed against you - as they rubbed against each other without restraint.

This feeling - skin on skin - it was indescribable.

Your surroundings only filled by your kisses and the muffled moans that escaped in between. The way you clawed into his back, painful but so, so satisfying just like the tug of his hair, fingers desperately clawing into that fluffy now damp white. Never interrupting the kisses that led from your lips down to your collarbone. Leaving visible marks that he was sure everyone would see - you didn't care.

However ... the going slow thing was really turning out to be a problem.

He couldn't take it anymore, breathing more and more choppy.

Your boyfriend wanted you, and he wanted you now.

Fuck going slow - Tōya had no more patience to hold back.

"Shall we move over?" he breathed against your wet skin, each touch stealing your last sanity.

Any restraint no longer bearable.

Your lust completely in your grip as he grabbed you and the next moment you were no longer lying in the warm Jacuzzi, but on the green lawn, this dimensional towel under you - above you this shining sea of stars.

The sudden change in temperature might have become critical under other circumstances, but he kept you both warm - with his natural warmth that you had already been allowed to feel not only all over your body, but also in your heart for five years.

Both legs placed next to your hip - hovering over you on his knees, while one corner of his mouth twitched.

"Are you going to look at me like this forever?" you breathed heavily.

If it could be done, yes.

If he could, he would capture everything here.

Every detail.

From your slight smirk, every single drop that ran down your skin, the subtle scent of your perfume that never changed even after the years - it was still the same as when you stormed into each other - to your eyes that fixed only on him.

"Tōya, do it already."

"What? I think you need to rephrase it."

"Stop playing games and fuck me already."

From then on, right now, everything felt like it was in a frenzy.

Your shells have long since fallen just like your mind.

Only he could make you feel so safe, all his kisses leaving a wet trail on your skin, over your nipples, his hand around your thigh and when you finally felt his cock between your legs, which he first just grazed against you before entering you with a thrust.

He was careful, for now, going slow so as not to make you feel uncomfortable. But there was just unbridled lust that made you both groan slightly, but mostly in relief. Your fingers clawing into his upper arms, his buried in the grass that surrounded you.

"Fuck. How do you feel even better every time?"

Moaned Tōya next to your ear and let his hips bounce against yours again and again.

Finally you got what you've been craving for the past few days. Lying down under him, your current problem pushed aside - faded out.

"Ngh~ I want ... all of you."

Your eyes already opened again, only to lose yourself in this blue ocean of his eyes, further forgetting what you should have to said long ago.

"Whole, huh?"

He knew how to make you float, to make you see stars like the ones up there. How he had to touch you to trigger just that state of complete ecstasy in you.

Moaning, he grabbed your left leg to put it over his shoulder and finally let you feel him completely, penetrating you even deeper and hitting that point inside you that completely blew your mind.

Just that, just the way you wanted it.

Right leg bent, you noticed Tōya straightening up, fingers gripping tighter and tighter around your thigh, digging into your tender flesh, the other hand never leaving your pelvis.

Deeper, faster.

That speed not only made you forget, it made you beg.

For more.

The pleading for release.

The one you needed more than just to be able to think clearly again.

"C'mon, cum for me. I want to hear you. Fuck ..."

Those words that pierced through the air, coupled with his gaze ...

Your eyes always looking into each other's eyes, shining with the moonlight. You did not even think that it could turn you on even more but your pelvis stretched automatically towards him.

Your desire to finally cum was too great.

"Ngh~ exactly ... like this, Tōya~," you gasped in pure excitement, drops of water long since replaced by beads of sweat running down his forehead. His natural warmth taking over your entire body as he leaned down to you, one arm braced beside your head for stability, to thrust into you once more at a pace that made you scream.

There was nothing rough, just naked emotion and passion - love.

Pure love that was palpable to you in his every touch, because in the first place there was only you.

"Shit ... deeper ..."

Harder.

Unable to form a sensible sentence, he finally gave you that long-awaited release.

Your satisfaction and release.

The right angle of his thrusts, getting sloppier and sloppier, brought you your orgasm.

That Pure vulnerability beneath him, the trembling of your legs and the reverberating sounds from your dry throat made him moan loudly himself before he cum inside you and you felt that warmth fill your insides.

Pʟᴀʏ ɴᴏᴡ -

Starbright

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Wet skin on wet skin as he dropped on top of you, out of breath. Your arms wrapped right around his neck and you with one hand through his damp hair.

This moment right here ... exactly this one, probably one of the most beautiful in your whole relationship. Where only love had a place between you.

But ... There was something else you had to said. And even though you knew it could ruin everything here, there was no way around it.

"Tōya? I have something to tell you."

So is that why you started to say so carefully.

"Oh fuck, that kind of thing never means anything good. Was this one of those bad goodbye fucks before you leave?" he murmured sarcastically while his head still rested on your chest. Goosebumps causing there where his hot breath met your skin.

Better now than never. What should happen except to give him an early heart attack?

White hair was already out of the question - he already had it.

The revelation was just something he had so zero desire for, but hey, fuck it.

Taking a deep breath before you might have been the one who got that heart attack and barely exhaling the air again you were already doing nails with heads.

"I think I'm pregnant."

Short and sweet, why beat around the bush that was just not your style and his anyway. But instead of saying something you heard nothing from him.

Not a sound.

You didn't even feel his breath on your skin anymore.

Oh shit.

Only loud swallowing was what you heard. Your heartbeat was too fast and suddenly it was his eyes, which examined your features closely, if you were not fooling him.

"How? That's practically impossible."

Practically - yes.

Theoretically - no.

This wasn't April Fools' Day, where you didn't understand why that pesky day existed anyway. This was naked reality, not a joke, not a ... dream.

You that 1% of 99 where the pill probably nicely fucked up its effect.

"I'm not sure either ... It doesn't have to mean anything that my period has already stopped for the second time. Thought it was actually the stress, but now I'm not sure."

"We are much too young."

24 years was usually an age when most people were still looking for themselves and honestly you couldn't imagine becoming a mother, but if it was really going to be something that needed your love, you wouldn't have it any other way.

"And ... I don't really know if I would make a good father. I mean, you know how I feel about all that stuff."

That's just where the problem was. How many times did this issue come up around all of this? Far too often, whether it was through you or through your families, and each time he made his point.

No was just that with him - a clear no.

But ... giving up was not an option for you. Of course, you accepted his opinion, but you could try, couldn't you?

What did you have to lose?

Close your eyes and go through.

"Will you marry me?"

Tōya's eyes widened in disbelief.

Did you just-

"Are you proposing to me right now?"

He hadn't even properly digested your confession when you blindsided him with the next sticking point. Because you were not one to do things by halves and he loved it. Annoying sure, but way too adorable to resent you.

"If you won't do it, then I will, Todoroki."

He couldn't help but chuckle at your attempt to remain serious, while he detached himself from you to look up at the sky beside you.

You lingered like that for a few minutes, lying quietly next to each other, until he broke the silence between you.

"Do you see the stars there? If ... they are in the right constellation, it means good luck for someone."

Tōya turned his head directly to you to be able to look into your eyes, which, despite a self-confident appearance, rather radiated uncertainty.

You didn't know when he became a fucking astrologer, but you discovered something new about him that night.

"Is that your way of saying "yes"?"

What a question - you knew the answer.

He carefully brushed one of your strands behind your ear, while you looked at him expectantly, waiting for his answer, which you already knew how it would be.

"Who knows."

Laughing, you hit him on the chest, spreading soft kisses on the back of his hand as you left his answer just like that.

After all, you didn't need marriage to be happy - you already were.

"I love you, you know that, right?"

And his words were like a balm for your soul.

Nothing in this world is as precious as those unforgettable moments.

You wanted this life with him - whether married, with a child, a house or even without all that.

After all, the value was not in such things as these, but only in the person with whom you shared your dreams and desires.

The one who gave you the feeling of being at home.

This person was him, the man with whom you spent the most beautiful, but also the worst moments and you wanted to keep it that way forever.

Together with him - your ... fiancé.

Or at least something like that?

Or even just with your boyfriend and it was ok.

Yaha~ really.

Everything else would become clear in the near future anyway, but until then, you'd much rather keep looking at the stars on this clear night.

"Yes, I know that Tōya."

The stars that meant your happiness, right?

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