#just no income for who knows how long again:'D

[serendipitous-mage]

IM FREE

[sp0o0kylights]

Eddie was all about desecrating corpses. 

Particularly, the huge ones--and nothing was larger than the burnt out husk of Starcourt. 

Yellow caution tape, muddied and ripped from its time in the weather still decorated parts of the doors. 

The place used to be crawling with security, but that had eased off now, the job returning to a local outfit rather than the smooth and swift guards who previously haunted the joint in pairs. 

It was easy as two days spent camped out in his van, watching the main entrance and a few side doors. In no time at all, Eddie had schedules memorized, points of entry selected and even three possible escape routes should things get dicey.

He didn't expect them to. 

Not when he’d already rolled his checks and came up with a number that, were this an actual D&D game, would make him a happy man. 

It was always a point of contention between him and his Pa. This perception. The natural ability he had that good ‘ol dad just didn’t seem to possess. 

The one that made him patient long enough to get a feel for a gig. 

To know instinctively how hard a job might be, and how to go about doing it safely. 

(Eddie personally doesn't believe much of it is talent. Thinks it is in fact, forcibly learned, due to the nature of his upbringing. 

Grandma and Grandpa Munson, bless their dead, departed souls, had at least given something of a shit. Tried to keep family things family and work things work, even when said work was illegal as it gets. 

They understood things like appearance and public reputation. 

How that kept the pigs off your back and food on your table.)

His Pa had never cared for any of that. 

Eddie didn’t grow up with family meals, or even food in the house let alone on the table. He grew up watchful, forced to learn or take a hit meant for an adult in the process. To weigh the risks against the benefits, and how to charm the pants off an unsuspecting target while doing so. 

It was how he’d escaped his own prison sentence when his Pa finally got eyes too big for his abilities.

Eddi had gotten lucky in that situation. 

Or rather--he’d gotten Wayne. 

Wayne, who gave up his own room, his own bed, for his nephew. Had bought him his sweetheart on his sixteenth birthday and a van on his eighteenth. Both things were used, and a little battered around the edges, and Eddie had almost thrown up the day he accidentally found out Wayne had used his life savings for the damn car, but they were above and beyond anything he had any right too. 

Eddie would be damned without him. 

But he knows his uncle needs help. 

Can't pay for himself and Eddie. Never really could, and so has been giving his nephew literally everything he has in an effort to make up for it until Eddie could help pay his way. 

Not that a singular soul would trust a teenage Munson with such a precious thing as a part time job, and so Eddie had turned to the familiar. 

The mall fire, and the resulting flood of federal agents had really put a damper on his income the past few months. Drugs were risky, and getting riskier with them sniffing about, and things were getting tight again in a way they hadn’t in a long, long time. 

(All it had taken was finding the hidden stack of bills. 

Big ol’ words stamped in red topped every one. Bold letters screaming ‘Overdue’ and ‘Payment Missed’ and ‘Late Fees.’ 

One single letter had panicked Eddie more than any other, the one that clearly said Wayne had been talking to the payday loan place down the street, and he’d be damned if his shortcomings made his Uncle willingly walk into a debt pit so few climbed out of.) 

Growing up like he had, Eddie was trusted in certain circles. Had access to places many didn't as his sole inheritance, because he was known.

 Someone who didn't rat, who could be trusted with given tasks. Who kept to the criminal code, and was good about not backstabbing you if caught.

He’d hit up a few old connections, dropped some hints. Put out “feelers” as one might say. 

Got a nibble and soon enough, Eddie was back in business, getting called up and offered a few small tasks for decent dough. 

Sometimes it was fetching information. 

Sometimes it was ferrying an item.

Today, it was a retrieval.

There was something someone wanted in the ruins of Starcourt--and they were offering an insane amount of money to get it.  

The plans hadn't made sense, not at first. The instructions Eddie had been given sounded outlandish, if not outright total bunk. 

Like the existence of a multi level basement under Starcourt? How the hell had no one caught that being built? 

Or that the security systems down there could possibly still be turned on? After four months? 

Who was even paying for it? 

Eddie had heard stupider things though, and the pay for this little jaunt was good. Too good to pass up. 

"They want a local in case something happens and the rescue squad comes running in. That way, it's just a little trespassing fun. The town deviant getting his kicks in the big scary mall, and not what they think it is." His connection had told him, meeting with Eddie in a Mcdonalds the town over. 

The place had a play palace, big enough to host a number of screaming rugrats. It made for a great cover as they pretended to be just two men in overalls, getting burgers on their lunch. 

Not a soul could hear a sound over the kids screaming, and if a blueprint sat between them then, well, if it looks like a maintenance worker, and it talks like a maintenance worker…

People never did look twice.

"And what else exactly would they think this is?" Eddie asked, munching on the food he got for free as part of even entertaining the offer. 

"A retrieval, Double D." 

Eddie hated that nickname.

"Some rich kid bit it in the fire, and his parents are paying out top dollar to get a few of his things, seein’ as the feds wouldn’t let anybody back in after they condemned the place." The guy, whose name was Mickey said. 

He idly traced a finger along the lines of the blueprint, the path he was wanting Eddie to take. 

(The path Eddie would later ignore, on grounds that it was going to get him caught.) 

 “Specifically a signet ring and car keys.”

“Car keys?” Eddie had asked, mostly in a bid for more information. Mickey was the kind of guy you could breadcrumb into giving more information than he intended to, if one played their cards right.

And Eddie was a damn good poker player. 

“Yup. Goes to a BMW--which they want you to drive to a safe place. Parents think he lost it somewhere around,” Mickey’s finger stopped, before tapping the blueprint twice. “Here.”

Something had niggled in the back of Eddie’s head. The first whispers of recognition, of a fact that he knew something about this--something he couldn’t yet recall. 

He wasn’t stupid enough to ignore it. 

“Who's the kid?” He’d asked. 

Mostly because he was curious, partially because it was a way to ease in the real questions he wanted to ask.

Like what a rich kid was doing four levels down in Starcourt the night of the fire. 

“Does it matter?” Mickey said, but dug into his pockets anyway. Retrieved a little 2 by 3 wallet photo, done in the traditional High School Picture Day style. 

He’d tossed it on the table, and Eddie didn’t react. 

Kept his face perfectly blank, even as his stomach contracted and his breath caught in his chest. 

Carefully pulled the picture to him, to make a show of examining it. 

“Don’t know him.” He lied after a moment, fighting to get his breathing back under control before Mickey figured out what was up. 

“Told you it didn’t matter. What matters is that you get the shit. And hey, while you’re down there…” 

Mickey talked a bit more, and idly, Eddie listened. He knew this little B&E was going to have more components than just retrieving a few things. Had long figured out that this entire front of retrieving “some rich kids keys” was just that--a front. 

Word on the street was that Starcourt was hiding something--something a lot of very powerful people were getting increasingly interested in. He’d rolled his eyes when he caught wind of the first little rumblings, the rumors and whispers that the thing was shrouded in Government secrets and conspiracies, but hadn’t been able to ignore the shit that had come after. 

Likely, the people who had hired him and Mickey understood they had to act now, before someone else did, to see if anything worthwhile was actually down there. 

The real question is why the hell they were using Steve Harrington’s death to do it--when Eddie knew for a fact that Steve Harrington was alive. 

Or alive as anyone could be, at two am at a Shell gas station. 

“Alright.” Eddie said finally, pulling the blueprint towards himself before rolling it up, making sure to casually roll up Harrington’s picture with it. “You got me interested. Half up front and I’m in.”

Mickey grinned at him. “Knew you would be, kid.” 

One hand shake and a hefty envelope later, and Eddie found himself on the way to Starcourt on his very first stakeout. 

It was that first initial look that confirmed it--Harrington’s prized BMW was in fact, still sitting in the parking lot.

Abandoned by rich assholes who absolutely could have paid to have it towed.

Which led to a domino effect of stakeouts, late nights and confrontations, up to and including his present position, counting down the minutes before he could break into Starcourt.

“Ready?” He murmured, and one could be forgiven for thinking he was talking to himself given how quietly he said it.

They would be wrong. 

“Yeah.” The not-so-dead rich kid drawled from the passenger seat.

Eddie tossed a grin at Harrington, who rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his hair. 

“Come on, Stevie.” He purred. “Let’s go find out who impersonated your parents, and why they want that ring you supposedly own so badly.” 

“Honestly dude I just want my car back.” 

“That too.” 

[thegnomelord]

oh my lord... mentioning merfolk finally pushed me into sending in an ask for you, so hai!

im a huge marine bio nerd and i could probably ramble about that kinda stuff for awhile so im gonna keep it shorter and stick to sharks, aka my favorite species... i apologize for the very long ramble incoming

id imagine that the kind of shark makes merfolk vary heavily - you have smaller, less aggressive sharks (bamboo sharks, nurse sharks, leopard sharks), then you have dogfish which are aggressive small schooling sharks (that actually have venom from what i remember), and the big bois that are mean like bull sharks, oceanic whitetip sharks, great whites, ect. also you have basking sharks and whale sharks which are big ass chill lads. as much as i love them having a tail instead of legs, i think there'd be two "forms" of merperson, one with legs and a tail and one with just the tail. im mainly referring to the ones with legs and tails when i talk about them

like i was saying, the kind of shark species a merperson (or mershark, ill start calling them that) makes them differ between general personality, strength, size, ect ect. bigger sharks are more popular due to their strength, aggression, and speed, making them very useful in the military. smaller guys also have their advantages - its just that a bull mershark would have a much easier time in the military compared to a lemon mershark. although bigger lads are definitely more of a pain in the ass to work with if they grew up in the ocean over on land, cause i like to think most mershark (and merfolk in general) prefer living in the ocean. smaller sharks are easier to control, as they tend to be less prideful and stubborn compared to the bigger species. oceanic whitetip would be especially bad due to their aggression and pride, they're probably the most aggressive species of shark in the ocean

then when it comes to mating/courtship rituals... they don't do any of the fancy things like a werewolf, harpy, or dragon, they're rather direct. sharks in the wild don't court, typically when they meet another shark of the opposite gender they mate due to how rarely they meet other sharks, although mersharks would probably have small courtship rituals. it's pretty simple, just spending more time around who they want to court. i also think it'd be really cute if they gave the person they were courting a shark tooth of theirs that fell off as a memento of sorts. when it comes to mating, male sharks bite as a ritual. not as hard as they'd bite prey, but definitely enough to leave scars. shark mating is pretty rough, but mersharks would probably tone it back a little bit, though there will be times when their instincts slip.

mershark are also oblivious as fuck to other courting rituals if they grew up in the ocean. almost no shark species really have courting, so they don't have instincts when it comes to someone courting them, and they don't have the same socialization that a mershark that grew up on land would have. i just think mersharks are very interesting and very cool <3

thank you for reading my insane rambling about sharks and sharkpeople... once again, sorry for the long ramble, but i had to share my thoughts

Oh god anon this is some GOOD SOUP and as a fellow animal nerd I absolutely love hearing weird animal facts and all I can imagine is just Ghost and Sharkmer reader being absolute idiots lol :D

CW: NSFW at the end, short and quick bc brain isn't braining but this concept of your anon is so cool!

Like Ghost initially thinking all monster courting rituals are complicated as fuck, and the info he finds on the internet doesn't help one bit. And you, having grown up in the ocean, have no fucking clue he's trying to court you in some convoluted way.

You'll spend days just existing next to him, or very gently nibbling on his fingers, which, in your mind, makes it very clear you want to mate, but all Ghost thinks is that you want to eat him. And the next thing you know he's shoving an energy bar into your mouth and walking away and you're left confused.

And Ghost, bless the poor fool's soul, eventually gets lured into the waters by your sparkling eyes and wide grin of sharp teeth. The same teeth bite down on every piece of his skin, not enough to actually hurt him, but your teeth marks litter his thighs, his ass, all across his chest and especially around his pecs, from shoulders down to his biceps and anywhere you can reach while you stretch him.

God the sex is one of the best he's ever had, his usually cold body warming up from the proximity of you and the warm waters you're in as you slowly fuck both of your cocks into him, having stretched him open until he was unable to beg between his hiccups. And he's so pretty beneath you, rough groans as he rubs his cock while you move your hips in a slow rhythm, your dicks pushing in and out, in and out, brushing against his prostate until he was close to losing his mind with how you stretched him beyond imagination.

Some of your teeth end up lodged in his shoulder, and when you finish mating him you tell him to keep them, making them into a necklace he now wears around his neck.

[misrepresentedmorallygrey]

PROPAGANDA

John

This fella is Fascinating. just trust me on this he deserves to be here

He tried so hard to do the right thing, he feels bad and says things would be better if he was never born. He thinks he should've just stayed acting like a monster and continued to act threatening.

(LONG PROPAGANDA INCOMING)

John. Milgram. Here's a short description of the fortunes and misfortunes of the guy. It gets worse before it gets better (probably).

While MILGRAM is a prison that judges a bunch of sympathetic killers, it doesn't consider him to be one – it didn't even exactly know he existed until too little too late, when it got its grabby hands on the brain of prisoner 009, who claimed to not know anything about any murder he'd have committed. Then, footage from his brain was extracted, as MILGRAM does, into a music video, and… that was MeMe. Ninth prisoner, Kayano Mikoto, was revealed to have DID, and what obviously who do you think actually Killed Someone?

Enter John. Well. Mikoto is half deeply unaware half subconsciously scared of his existence, so the MV painted him in a rather. Deeply disturbing way, bathing in bloody baths and all that (not a blood bath though! easy mistake). Adding to that him showing up in the first Voice Drama for five seconds to punch the "protagonist" and yell for a bit, and the result wasn't. Assuring. The fandom proceeded to treat him like a cardboard cutout and variously dunk on MILGRAM for having a cliché "evil" character w/ DID despite the overall well handling of complex characters.

Two years time skip: second season ending. We get to prisoner 009 again. The protagonist Finally gets to chat with John: and voila, he's admitting to the crime, he's apparently "killed a bunch of people because they annoyed him", which means, as he's saying, Mikoto has nothing to do with the crime at all! And he, as per the judging system, should be forgiven, right! Well, he's so full of shit. The music video immediately reveals how protective he feels of Mikoto (and well, he definitely doesn't rebuke That one), that the events of murder were somehow tied in to Mikoto's job at a black company, his continuous overworking and him being mentally on the brink of breaking; that any committed violence was For The Sake of Mikoto and that John feels deeply horrible for messing up his life in any way. By making himself into the image of a "monster" he's trying to make Mikoto look good in comparison and be forgiven and all. He also mentioned if Mikoto is voted innocent he's gonna try to go dormant since he's The Issue, right, and the audience/protagonist hates him, Right, and Mikoto Also Hates him, Right?

I'm underselling the sheer devotion of this guy tbh.

Yeah, the fandom results were kinda mixed on that one. Lots of people immediately started to love him dearly and kinda forgot any people were maimed or killed with baseball bats; lots also got sold on him "messing up Mikoto's life" and actually voted Mikoto innocent Specifically because of John's promise to eventually "disappear". There's more of the babygirlifying kind in the English side of the fandom that I've seen, to be fair. And that's around where we are!

Dazai Osamu

He did bad things in the Mafia. He's trying to get better. He abused people but he also saved other people. Fans portraying him as an unforgivable abuser are WRONG. He perpetuated an abused cycle on Akutagawa thinking he was right to do that, because of trauma, before he could leave. But he left. He's still treating Akutagawa wrong because he's trying to be a better person but doesn't realize that it will not erase what he did and that he can't just ignore the past. Fans portraying him as a pure angel who didn't know what he was doing because he was sad are WRONG TOO. He abused Akutagawa. He was traumatized but it doesn't give him the right to traumatize innocent people. He's trying to be a better person but he can't keep ignoring Akutagawa. He needs to apologize. And even that won't erase what he did. Dazai is a complex character in a complex situation. He left the abuse cycle and tries to be a good person but did unforgivable things while he was still in this cycle and refuses to aknowledge them. He's not a monster but he's not innocent either.

Dazai used to be a mafia executive until his best friend (a former assassin who remained in the mafia but refused to kill) died. As the friend was dying he told him "I know you don't care about whether you're a good or bad person, so if it doesn't matter to you, be on the side that saves people." Despite that, I've seen countless people insisting that Dazai is a good person/trying his best to be a good person when he really only changed sides by joining a detective agency, while still continuing to do the same things he did while in the mafia (including but not limited to: harassing his coworkers for fun, manipulating people, killing people instead of just trying to incapacitate them, and even torturing an innocent man in one of the side stories). That being said, he's not evil either. Even when he does cruel things, it's not for the sake of being cruel (even when he harasses his coworkers he still has limits), it's just a means to an end. I think most of the confusion comes from a scene where he's talking to a young girl, another former mafia member, who asks if he thinks people can change and he assures her they can, but what the anime left out was that he was thinking about his former assassin friend during that discussion, not himself. The entire series is themed around gray morality, to the point where it's even reflected in the main protagonist and antagonist's designs (mainly white with a bit of black, and mainly black with a bit of white), so I feel like insisting that he's a good person now completely misses the point of the story.

[felassan]

A former BioWare Design Director has tweeted his take on the recent BioWare and SW:TOR news. tweet compilation, as it's interesting and illuminating insight:

"My take on the SWTOR/BioWare split For SWTOR: This is a Good Thing For BioWare: This is a Big Loss A thread:

My point of view is someone who worked for BioWare Austin on SWTOR from 2009 as an Assistant World Designer through 2022 as Design Director (with some Anthem, Shadow Realms, and <NDA> years sprinkled about).

BioWare Austin (BWA) was its own studio for many years, founded in order to make that game. MMO’s are expensive, y’all.

We didn’t really collaborate with BioWare Edmonton (BWE) on the dev side much, because there was no need to (with some exceptions – they had built the original on-rails space shooting component, for example).

As a business, in this model all revenue and expenses roll up into the greater whole (BioWare), which then roll into EA’s Group, and so on.

After many years, this model shifted and changed, for a large variety of reasons I won’t get into. BWA would no longer be a separate entity, but under the same core leadership as BWE – One BioWare (BW).

What this meant realistically was you had a boxed product business that had been tried and true for years, combined with a live service MMO business that wasn’t really understood by the boxed product folks. Arguably by EA either, to be fair.

You see, MMO’s can be fairly predictable if they run long enough. We knew the SWTOR business very well. We knew how to turn every dollar invested in the game into several more. SWTOR was (and continues to be) a very profitable business, with loads of heart behind it.

But an older game isn’t sexy. It’s not new. It doesn’t get marketing orgs excited or social media teams jazzed. It’s a ‘legacy game’, despite the mountains of income coming in that other franchises are built off of.

And you FELT it, as a member of the team. It’s a fantastic dev team, filled with incredible talent. How then, with such a close-knit team, did you always feel less-than?

Well, just take a look around. Look at BW’s social media posts and count the proportion of SWTOR game/fan/anything posts compared to ME or DA. Remember that BioWare 25th anniversary book? The beautiful 328 page recollection of BioWare’s history, and celebration of all franchises?

For a game like SWTOR that had been live already for 9 of those 25 years at the time of publication, how many pages, dear reader, do you think had any SWTOR imagery or content at all? Ten. Teams notice this. They feel it, and it feels like shit.

Does BW despise SWTOR? I don’t think so – they don’t understand it, and it was someone else’s game. Does EA despise SWTOR? I don’t think so – it’s a legacy live service, and again, was someone else’s game.

As a dev on SWTOR, you feel like your game is a burden to all of the layers above you, but you persist. You put so much heart and passion into the game, and you thrive on the fans and tremendous partnership with LucasFilm.

So to bring us back to current news, imagine a team excited about a game, with incredible plans, that have felt ‘less-than’ by their own studio and company for years, being unleashed.

Being part of an org that KNOWS the MMO business, and understands those player communities and the incredible stories and connections they form.

This feels like an exciting new chapter to me, and I’m optimistic about what this means for that team and the game. SWTOR is, to the best of my knowledge, the longest-running Star Wars anything, ever. It’s a special game and I’m so happy to see where the team takes it.

As far as BW, it would have certainly be in their best interest as a business to maximize exposure and support for SWTOR publicly over the years, since the SWTOR revenue has allowed for the…unusually long…dev cycles to continue for the last several games.

But now without SWTOR, there will be less places to hide heads, R&D, and time. You’ve got blockbuster single-player experiences hitting high Metacritic scores with…2-3 year dev cycles? And the BW pattern has been…double? Triple that?

I think it will be interesting to see how the EA/BW relationship continues to evolve in this new world. /end"

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[donutsupremacy]

6reeze Smut Imagines

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Warnings

Written during 4.0

Idk how to smut tbh so brave urself

⚠️MINORS DNI, SMUT ONLY⚠️

Reader is gender neutral, but still has a hole— somewhere lol

Reader is submissive because I say so

Reader isn't traveller

Reader having a vision or not is up to your choice, it's irrelevant either way

Heizou is self-indulgent and long asf but let's pretend it's not

Xiao, Heizou and Scara give u crempie (Breeding kink kinda not exactly but uwu)

There's both degrading and praising I think u know who has which

ALL OF THESE ARE 100% CONSENSUAL AND YOU'RE THEIR S/O

Edg*ng (Aether)

C*ckw*rming (Venti)

Exh*biti*nism (Xiao)

Blindfolded (Kazuha)

S*mn*philia (Heizou)

Bondage (Wanderer)

Ooc 1000%

A/N: I'm too busy to do kinktober, but I decided to make this as a quick way to satiate my own thirsty ass

I probably wrote some of these kinks in a wrong way.

I kinda released this a few weeks ago by accident— those who somehow saw it before I made it private and then deleted it pls just ignore that it was a draft after all :'D

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MINORS DNI ⚠️

Aether (Edging)

Your teeth and nails sunk into his already sensitive, hot flesh, grunting as his hips snapped against yours violently. The bed underneath you creaks just as loud as the erotic sounds of his cock pistoning in and out of you.

A strained, shaky moan slips past your lips, the core in your abdoment tightening as he rubs every inch of your inner walls. Just a little more and you're going to—

*Shhlck~*

"Gh—!..."

You arched your back, shivering as he left your gaping hole empty, the burning sensation in your lower region had dissipated once again. "Y-You-!!"

"Sshh... Paimon's stirring a little~"

You hesitantly looked over at Paimon sleeping nearby, her eyes closed with drool streaming down her lips, she must be having a lovely dream while her two travelling companions were busy satisfying eachother's lustful desires.

You huffed, looking up and glaring at the blonde, the smirk on his face only made your face flush brighter. "What's wrong?... Feeling empty?~" He teased, rubbing salt in the wound by poking your abused hole with his cock coated in your fluids, the tip slipping inside with ease.

You almost bit your own tongue off, a quiet grunt slipping past your lips. Before you could even say anything, he had plunged into you again, grounding your arms down as you gasped at your stretched walls.

"A-Aeth-!!" "Lower your voice... If you don't, i'm not letting you finish~"

The sound of his skin slapping against yours was the only thing you could hear other than your erratic breaths, your eyes rolling upwards into your skull from your abused walls being rubbed so violently.

"Ah... always s-so tight~..."

He leans down, his shoulders with several bite marks belonging to you now right at your lips. "Go on, you can bite it again~" You sunk your teeth into his flesh once again, a shaky breath heard from the blonde.

"P-Please... please!!" You managed to wheeze out quietly, shaking like a leaf as you felt a wave of pleasure about to wash over you, your toes curling, barely able to contain a scream of—

* Shhhhliiick~*

The incoming pleasure died quicker than it came once he pulled out, your mouth detaches from his shoulder with a shaky sigh as he leaned away from you, grinning at your flushed, sweaty face, trembling with quiet whimpers and tears streaming down your face. You look so wonderful like this...

"Please... please, p-please..." You whispered out, feeling your mind running in circles, chasing after the bliss Aether had denied you of many times. You were going inane, all you could think about was him railing you into a blabbering mess.

He plants a soft kiss on youre forehead, a sniffle heard from you as the arousal in your lower half only burned in pain. "My dear, that isn't going to work... you're being too noisy."

With a chuckle, his twitching cock nudges at your entrance, a choked sob coming from you was all he needed for encouragement as he slips himself inside, panting as your entrance swallowed him whole without a problem.

You whimpered, your walls were so sensitive. And yet, he continued to plunge in and out of you so mercilessly.

"Keep quiet now... we're almost there~"

This teasing bastard...

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Venti (Cockwarming)

Straddled on his lap, stripped of your clothes from top to bottom, legs wrapped around his waist while your arms held onto him for dear life. A single arm holding your hips and grounding you down on his cock, your chest pressed against his. It was quite a situation you found yourself in.

"D-Done...?" You managed to ask in a trembling tone, you didn't want to turn around, not yet. If you so as to shift even a little bit, you'll immediately come undone with him still inside of you.

Suggesting this was a horrible idea.

You heard the sound of him sighing, but it sounded more playful than frustrating. His fingers tapped against your skin as he held your waist tightly, it was as if he had an electro vision, sending jolts of electricity dancing across your delicate skin.

"Mmm... I'm in quite a conundrum with this verse, love... What do you think of;—" At that point, your mind had gone blank, you buried your head into his shoulders with soft whimpers pouring out of your lips.

Everything was too hot, your body, your skin, his touches. It's getting unbearable now.

He stopped, chuckling in amusement as he set his lyre down, rubbing circles on your back. You're not sure if he was trying to soothe you, or make it worse as you arched your back at his touch. And then, you moaned oh-so-quietly.

"Mmm... That sound... it's- heavenly~" Venti whispered in a husky tone, his hot breath hitting the shell of your ear, sending chills down your spine. "I... would like to hear more, if you may?"

You opened your mouth to decline, but your words were left lodged in your throat as you felt both of his hands now gripping your waist. You hitched a breath, his fingers pressing against your delicate skin.

"Actually, you know what? Allow me~"

His fingers dug deeper into your flesh, grabbing a tight hold of your waist before lifting you up almost effortlessly, nearly out of your hole, and then slamming you back down onto his cock.

"H-HAAH!! V-VENTI—!!!"

He grunted when your dug your nails into his back, but it was well worth it to see you grasping onto him tighter than ever, your breathing uneven and your body shaking like a leaf.

Flushed face, sweating bullets. The way your soft inner walls hugged him, clasping down on the base of his cock, refusing to free him. He took that as an invitation. "A-Ah~ I think i've found the perfect melody!... But—"

You were still in a dazed state, confused as his words as you were fucked out of your mind. It wasn't until you felt him grasp your hips again did he lift you almost all the way up, before shoving you back down without a second to spare.

"V-VENT—!!~..."

He throbbed inside of you, and you felt that burning sensation shoot throughout your body. It didn't help when he purposely shifted around, squirming underneath you as a sly way to grind against your now overly sensitive hole.

He grabbed his lyre, pulling a string as the melodious note rang out. He grabs your hips again, a yelp leaving your hoarse throat.

"I'll have to hear a little more to continue composing the next verse~"

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Xiao (Exhibitionism)

"What kind of pathetic entertainment is this?"

You shuddered, he was absolutely infuriated.

Pinned against the wall of Wangshu Inn, the adeptus keeps an iron grip around your wrists, a knee shoved in-between your legs, barely an inch away from your clothed region. You weren't going to struggle out any time soon.

"Is this the type of pleasure you derive from? To see me suffer while yearning for you?" He growled softly, face flushed a deep red whilst his teeth gently nipped your skin.

For the entire evening, you had a lovely dinner with Zhongli, who was more than happy to narrate a thrilling battle of the Geo Archon.

However, it was hard to pay attention when you could hear the sound of Xiao's strained grunts, his erratic breathing whenever your fingers trailed up his thighs. His hips jerked upwards everytime you just so happened to brush your fingertips against the tent in his pants, clutching onto the table tightly, nearly snapping a chunk of it off.

There were so many people around, and Zhongli was blissfully unaware of your tempting administrations towards your beloved. His excuse— 'The chair is too stiff.'

"Ahaha... S-Sorry Xiao... but you were so close to me I couldn't help it~"

That excuse was even worse.

Now, bent over the railing with Xiao mercilessly thrusting in and out of you, reducing you into a blabbering, moaning mess. You feel the air knocked out of your lungs with every thrust, your eyes growing teary as his cock rubbed every inch of your abused walls. You clutched onto the railing, but at that point, he had fucked you hard enough that your strength had practically melted.

Luckily for you, he was already holding you by the waist, pulling you closer to sink himself deeper into you, it was painful— you felt like you've climaxed about 6 times already.

Unluckily for you, you noticed a few people chatting at the bottom of Wangshu Inn, you were both at the very top, and if they looked up— they were going to see a very... unforgettable sight.

You bit your tongue, surpressing your noises, only letting out quiet, strained whimpers.

He leans in closer, pressing his chest against your back, his hot breath hitting the shell of your ear. "Ah... What's wrong?... Why are you so quiet now?"

Followed by a particular thrust, shoving you deeper onto the base of this cock. "This is what you wanted, no? You wanted me to bend you over and take you from behind while surrounded with other people... That's what you did to me- I took it as a hint that you want the same thing."

"Or did you want me to just stuff every single drop of my cum inside of you?"

You were forced to bite your own hand, letting a shaky moan slip out, your eyes rolling back, shaking violently while your legs buckled. He holds you up, deciding to do it again and again- you were an absolute mess now.

Your chest pressed against the railing, his hips flushed against yours, cock buried deep inside of you as you felt him twitch. "I see... you can't handle the same treatement."

"N-Ngh-!!~" You felt it. You felt that familiar sensation flooding inside of you. Hot and sticky, filling you up as he thrusts lightly, as if he was shoving more and more of himself inside of you, ensuring not a single drop leaks out.

Your body trembled violently, his chest pressing against your back, pulling you flushed against his body, almost as if he was afraid of you disappearing.

He remains nestled inside of you comfortably, your panting mixed with his erratic breathing, his head leaning onto your shoulder. "...How do you feel?" He asked softly, placing a finger under your chin and gently guiding you to look at him. He may have been pissed earlier... but he still cares about you deeply.

"F-Fine... K-Kinda full..." You chuckled softly, leaning away from the railing so you wouldn't have to risk getting caught—

"What do you think you're doing?"

His gloved hand presses your back, pinning you back down, your chest pressing against the railing. You let out a startled sound, covering your mouth as to not make so much noise. As if it couldn't get any worse, he gently thrusts into you.

You let out a strained grunt, gripping onto the railing as he nears your ear. "You're not full enough." He spoke in a husky tone, a shiver running down your spine as he grabs your waist. "Let them all see— let them all see just how much pleasure you derive from when I make you break apart slowly."

"...You're not leaving until I fill you to the brim, if you so as to spill even a single drop— Then i'll make you wish you hadn't started this."

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Kazuha (Blindfolded)

It was innocent.

"Can you guess where next?"

"Ngh!~"

...At first.

You were always interested in the young samurai's impressive skills, specifically his enhanced hearing. His offer to teach you a little about his tricks piqued your interests more, you immediately agreed to your boyfriend's request.

It started off with him practising your hearing capabilities, it was difficult trying to focus on the sound of leaves flying in the wind when you could only hear the bustling noises of Liyue Harbor nearby.

It gradually turned... sensual. It was supposed to be a small test to see how sensitive your perception was to your surroundings while blindfolded, you didn't mind... until he accidentally breathed against the back of your neck, causing you to stiffen and hitch a breath, your back arching at his hot breath kissing your suddenly sensitive skin.

He wanted to see more.

Now, here he was; teasing you as you settled on his lap with your back to his chest, cock erect and squished between the plush of your thighs, twitching violently as you struggled to focus on your senses that were all over the place.

His fingers grazed across your sensitive skin slowly, like a feather dancing across your delicate flesh. You sucked in air through your gritted teeth, gently squeezing his cock with your thighs as a sort of revenge. He lets out a quiet groan of pleasure.

"Mmm... Dear, you won't feel anything if you focus is centered solely around me... Pay attention to your surroundings, focus on the slightest change in the wind or temperature- only then shall I reward you with a bliss that none can contend with." He hummed calmly, gently caressing your skin as he peppered light kisses on your neck. "Tell me- where can you feel the warmth of my palm?"

The blindfold that was blocking your vision helped heightened your other senses, there was no mistake feeling the sudden heat hovering against your waist.

"W-Waist..." You managed to stammer out through your erratic breaths, receiving a proud and content hum from your beloved. And then that sly chuckle...

He finally holds your waist, your hands immediately grabbing onto his wrist from the sudden warmth enveloping your entire body as he lifts you up, adjusting your position and his to poke the crown of his cock against your hole. "Are you ready for your reward?"

You frantically nodded, wanting nothing more than to feel him sliding in and out of your inner flesh, you were already starting to tremble in excitement.

He slowly sinks himself deep inside of you, your head thrown back and resting on his shoulder as you let out strained moans. You were still on the Crux, in the safety of your cabin... but you two should probably stay as quiet as possible.

"Ngh~... How do you feel now, dear?... Do you feel more... full now that i'm nestled inside of you?" He was right, oh god he was right— You've practically lost all of your senses, all you could feel was the overwhelming pleasure inside of you, as if your inner walls had grown extremely sensitive thanks to the blindfold.

"M-More... p-please, Kazu..." You whimpered softly, gripping onto his wrist tightly. He groaned quietly into your ear, gently squeezing your waist as he slowly rolls his hips against your, rubbing your insides ever so slowly. "K-Kazuha!~"

"Tight as... e-ever~..." Even the calm and elusive Kazuha was struggling to speak, let alone going at a slow pace. He wanted to just pin you down and ravage your helpless body from behind... but he knew better than that, he knows that riling you up first before pounding into you until the only word you'll know was his name would be the better choice.

The things you do to this normally calm and collected man.

"You've been such a good student... I think... it's fair only fair that I give you a... 'fulfilling' reward, no?"

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Heizou (Somnophilia)

Squelch~

Followed by a strained, quiet and breathy groan.

You felt your body rocking slowly, a pair of warm hands grasping onto your hips gently, careful to not hurt you.

It didn't take long for you to let out a quiet moan, feeling someone gently thrusting into your hole, the pleasure your body felt began to grow substantially obvious as your vision begans to clear.

You turned your head slowly, greeted by the sight of your boyfriend, holding your thighs and wrapping them around his waist as he buries his throbbing cock back inside of you slowly. You could see beads of sweat trailing down his face, gritted teeth as he shook in pleasure, panting as quietly as he could

His eyes were glued to the way your body swallowed his cock, almost as if you were inviting him in, even while asleep. The sight was addicting, it turned him on so much to see your body accepting him while you were 'asleep'. "T-Tight..." He whispered softly, his face flushed a deep red as he was visibly struggling to hold back.

He wanted to grip onto your waist harshly and fuck you hard until you were awake, to find yourself impaled by him as he thrusts into you mercilessly, the wind knocked out of your lungs with every snap of his hips against yours. He wanted to be your alarm clock, to wake you up by making you come undone as soon as your eyes opened while he filled you to the very brim.

"H-Heiz—"

He stopped, freezing in place as he flushed a faint red colour, his fingers began gripping your thighs a little harder, but not enough to hurt you. "Ah... it seems I... might not have been discreet enough..." He spoke softly as he gazed into your eyes, giving you an apologetic look while still buried deep inside you.

You felt him throbbing against your inner walls, a soft whimper slipping past your lips as you used your elbow to push yourself up slightly- you were pretty sore... how long had he been doing this?

"Heizou—" "I'm sorry..." He sighed softly as his olive eyes darted away, in shame and guilt for taking advantage of your body while asleep. He wanted to desperately continue, to fill your hole up with his cum until it leaks out onto your shared bed.

"I need you... so badly, my gem..." He whispered out, grunting as he held himself in place. "I want you... I wanted you so badly... But when you came home looking so... tired—" He couldn't hold back a gentle thrust, elicting a soft gasp from you. "I didn't want to rob you of your rest..."

You weren't sleepy anymore, you didn't even know what the time could've been, it was still nighttime from what you can see outside the window. "I... tried to take care of... myself, but... ah, even my hands can't compare to you and... your body... I'm aware this is incredibly immoral, but..."

He was breathing heavily, shaking like a leaf as he gave you an apologetic look, you could tell he wanted to continue- you were quite aroused as well, even your body was begging you to let him continue.

You reached out and gently carressed his silky burgundy hair, giving him a reassuring smile. "...You can continue, Heizou..."

He immediately began thrusting into you.

"Gh!— Th-Thank you... thank you—" He wasted no time snapping his hips against yours, the sound of his grunts and your moans filled the room, coupled with his skin slapping against yours violently. He was holding it all in for the entire night, now he can finally let loose and ravage your body whole, to fill you up until you passed out from pleasure.

He began showering you with compliments, burying his flushed face into your shoulder as he inhaled your scent. "You... why do you always... make me like this? Reducing me... from being the sharpest and... most sucessful detective... into a complete needy mess for you..."

He continues to hold your waist with one hand while carressing your cheek gently with the other.

"I feel like... such a criminal. It feel's illegal to have such an amazing [S/O] like you~..." He chuckled softly as he spoke in a husky tone, leaning down to plant his lips against yours, his tongue sliding into your wet cavern, intertwined with your tongue.

The two of you closed your eyes, your arms wrapped around his neck as he brings himself closer to you by lifting you up slighty by the waist, your scent and warmth were absolutely intoxicating to him, he just can't help but want more of you.

His thrusts were getting sloppy, and it didn't take long for you to feel him shoving himself deep inside you, his finger nails digging into your flesh.

You felt long ropes of his seed spurting out from his cock and slowly filling up your hole, followed with light and gentle thrusts, as if he was trying to milk out more of himself for you. He lets out quiet grunts into the kiss, finally feelin the ecstacy he himself had denied for the sake of your rest.

Soon, his lips detached from yours, a thin trail if your saliva and his connecting the tips of your tongues together, your light breathing mixed with his erratic breaths. He had been suffering the entire time you were asleep.

He sat up, sliding his cock out of your hole, causing you both to shudder and moan at the loss of eachother. He grinned at the sight; Your neck and collar had been littered with faint marks left by him, you body trembling, face flushed a bright shade of red and sweat trailing down the side, his load slowly leaking out of you. He felt himself getting hard again just by staring at you.

You're an absolute masterpiece.

"Man alive... how did I manage to capture the hottest [S/O] in all of Teyvat all for myself?..." He muttered quietly to himself, gazing at you with eyes full of adoration and affection.

"Mmm... Speak for yourself." You giggled, though you weren't exactly satisfied— you were close, very close, but he had already climaxed before you did. Regardless, you decided that satisfying your boyfriend was enough, seeing as he had been struggling chasing for his release almost the entire night.

Heizou, on the other hand— Wasn't going to be satisfied if you aren't.

You let out a startled squeak and blushed when he shoved himself back into you without warning, he was still hard and your walls were getting sensitive again, your hands gripping onto his shoulders as you looked up at him. He groaned in pleasure, slowly thrusting his cock inside of your hole still flooded with his seed.

"Ah... My gem, just letting me finish alone isn't fair..." He leaned down, carressing your cheek gently as he planted another kiss on your lips, smirking a little playfully. "You've been such an amazing [S/O] to me... please, let me repay you... tenfold~"

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Wanderer (Bondage)

[W/N]= Wanderer's name (Can be Kuni, Kunikuzushi, Wanderer, Scara, etc. It's up to you!)

You grunted in pain, feeling your body fall at a high velocity and through several branches that snapped upon impact, vines begun to wrap around your body until they tightened around you enough to stop your fall. You let out a yelp and groaned in pain soon after at the sudden stop, dangling a few inches off the ground while wrapped in vines from some trees.

For a minute, you had to take a breather and recover from the fall, despite feeling slightly suffocated with vines wrapped around your body tightly.

That was until you heard his laughter.

"Well... you've certainly been through much worse circumstances than this."

Landing right in front of you was your indigo haired boyfriend, a smug grin stretched across his face as he approaches you while staring down at you, amused at your predicament.

Just a few moments ago, both of you were travelling through the Avidya Forest, taking just a leisurely stroll— only to get ambushed by a group of mercinaries.

[W/N] had reassured that you didn't need to move an inch, saying 'it's faster' if you just stayed put and let him fend them off. It was partially the truth.

As much as you hate that mocking tone of his and the little jab at how slow you are when it comes to fighting, he does care about you, this was one of his ways to show his affection; Having you sit back and relax while watching him handle the situation for you.

It went... well— maybe he should've focused on those sumpter beasts first.

"Yeah, well, in most circumstances; I don't end up dying of asphyxiation because of a bunch of vines." You gave him an obviously fake, strained smile. "Now, get me down, [W/N]!" You barked, flailing around pathetically like a worm.

At first, the corner of his lips couldn't resist tugging up into a smirk, you truly look like a worm squirming around to him. How adorably amusing.

"Already demanding for my assistance?" He scoffs, looking away with a bored expression. "Is that how you're going to repay me for my generosity earlier? The nerve to even speak to me in that tone."

He began walking away, slowly. Hiding the small smirk on his face. He just wanted you to beg for your freedom.

You groaned, knowing what he wants. He wouldn't leave you alone defenseless and hanging— but he wouldn't help you down immediately either unless you did what he wanted.

"...Oh for the love of..." You hung your head low, letting out a defeated and tired sigh. "[W/N], please help me get down... I can barely move and I really don't want to be stuck here. You're the only one here who can help me right now..."

He stops, standing there with his back facing you. "...Naturally."

He sneers in a half-joking manner, before finally turning around and walking towards you. His hands began to glow a tinge of light blue, summoning a single windblade and flicking his wrist towards the direction above you lazily, swiflty slicing through the vines above you.

Thankfully, you weren't high up from the ground, landing on the ground with a soft 'thud!' You grunted, grumbling your complaints about the method under your breath.

"There. Now, get up... or do you want my help for another minor inconvenience you've caused for yourself?" He chuckled, crossing his arms with a smug grin— he knows you're still tied up.

Your limbs were still wrapped with together by vines, but you could at least move your entire body as a whole now. You struggled for a few seconds, getting up and onto your knees, giving him an unamused look.

"...You asked me to get you down, I did exactly what you asked for. Don't give me that look, you didn't specify to free you from the vines." [W/N] chuckled. This bastard...

As much as you two loved eachother, he sure loved mocking you with his words even if he doesn't want to intentionally hurt you. He just likes getting under your skin.

Maybe a little too much...

You clicked your tongue, glaring at him before lowering your head in shame, you had to beg again. "[W/N], please help me remo—"

"No."

"E-Eh?..." You flinched from the tone he used, he sounded... serious.

You looked back up as he gazes down at you, his hand blocking the sun as his shadow envelops you whole. His eyes swept over your body, noticing the provocative position you had unknowingly put yourself into— You've gotten onto your knees for him, all tied up.

It didn't take long for you to notice as well; Your arms and legs tied up, on your knees for your oh-so-loving boyfriend, who crossed his arms and took his time to admire you without a word, as if you were some masterpiece he had made.

"...I think i've found a better way for you to repay me."

He spoke in a deeper, husky tone. Now gazing into your eyes, a glint of desire sparking in them as he gives you another sly grin.

In one swift motion, he pins you down with one hand on the shoulder, using the other to cushion the back of your head in case he accidentally made you hit your head. You let out a startled yelp, looking up at him, his knees situated next to your waist.

"[W/N]! What are you doing!?" You narrowed your eyes at him warily, a blush dusting upon your cheeks as he hovers over your tied up body.

He chuckles, gently flicking your forehead, elicting an 'Ack!' From you. "Was there an indicator that I gave you the permission to speak?" He scoffs, slipping his index finger under your chin, carressing your lips with his thumb.

You wanted to say something sassy, but went against it— you're flustered, right where he wanted you to be; underneath him.

He sits up, briefly straddling your waist as he grabs one of the lower vines that was tied around your legs, he clutches it before twisting the vine and pulling it apart. Unfortunately, he immediately tied your arms and your upper body together with the vines.

"H-Hey! Th-This isn't necessary!" You hissed, your legs were freed but now your arms are permanently stuck to your sides until he decided to cut the vines again.

"Maybe to you, but if you don't follow my commands... Who's to say you won't be more obedient if I restricted your arms?" He sneered.

"Now... spread your legs apart, sweetheart."

With your lower half now stripped of clothing, [W/N] wasted no time lifting your legs, wrapping them around his waist and grabbing onto your hips. He pulls you forward, shoving himself deep inside you immediately.

You let out a pained scream— you weren't ready for that yet.

He pushed himself all the way in at first, but then stopped. He lets out a low groan, grinning as he sees your ass pressed against his hips, his cock stretching your raw inner walls.

"[W-W/N], y-you could've... a-at least let me p-prepare!" You whined in slight irritation, the pain slowly died down as he stayed still inside of you, letting you adjust.

He chuckled, gently poking your forehead in a playful manner. "We've done this a few times before already. You truly are pathetic if you can't get used to this already." He mocked, but you knew he was only trying to tease you as he gently carressed your waist, a small attempt to soothe you.

You huffed, the pain eventually subsiding in a few seconds. You whimpered quietly, looking away with a flustered expression as the blush on your cheeks slowly spreads. "...Y-You can move n— A-Ahh!!~"

As soon as you said that he could move, he gripped your waist and pulled his cock out before thrusting back inside of you without hesitation, he was even pulling you towards him with every thrust so you could feel his cock rubbing your insides more.

He didn't even start off slow, he immediately began pistoning himself in and out of you at a ruthless pace, elicting stutters and shaky moans from your lips.

Your thighs squeezed his waist, causing him to let out a low growl, thinking you're trying to tease him. He lowers himself, pressing his lips against your neck, gently grazing his teeth on your skin.

He hasn't slowed once, he kept on thrusting into you like there was no tomorrow. For a puppet— you sure knew how to make him breathe erratically, the way your tight walls clamped around his cock, your moans, your flushed and erotic expressions.

If he had a heart, he was sure you would make it race a million miles per hour.

You were pretty lucky no one was nearby to hear the echoes of your moans and panting, you were too focused on how his cock managed to rub your walls just the perfect way to make your toes curl up and your back arch violently.

You couldn't even move around so much, you could only clutch your hands into fists and squirm around underneath [W/N], left at his mercy as he continues to relentlessly pound into you.

"You're quite... lucky to have me... feeling generous today..." He chuckles right as he rams himself deep inside of you, causing you to let out a scream of his name as you climaxed. The way your walls clamped down onto his cock again was enough to tip him over the edge, his white, hot, sticky seed flooding the inside of your hole.

He continues to rest his head on your shoulder, panting against your neck, his hot breath against your sensitive skin causing you to shiver.

"...M-Maybe a little too generous..." You mumbled, desperately catching your breath, tilting your head to gaze at him with tired eyes.

He chuckles in his usual raspy voice, lifting his himself slightly, hovering his face mere inches away from yours. "You're my [S/O], it's normal for me to desire giving them satisfaction and pleasure." He plants a gentle kiss on your nose, causing you to chuckle weakly.

You returned the gesture, pecking his lips. "W-Well... you did a perfect job... Now, cut the vines off." You huffed, causing his smile to falter— before giving you a smug grin.

"...You do realize you're speaking to someone who's the only one capable of freeing you, no?" Before letting you speak, he ruts into you, a startled moan leaving your lips as you gazed up at him. "[Name], I already told you..."

"I have a desire to give you all the satisfaction and pleasure in the world~..."

[iluvshinytwink]

SEE YOU AGAIN

"Can I get a kiss and can you make it last forever? He said 'I'm bout to go to war and I don't know if I'ma see you again.' "

Scenario: minutes before Jude boards the plane to dortmund, the two of you share a kiss. :)

Song: SEE YOU AGAIN by Tyler the creator ft kali uchis

"Have a safe flight, okay?" You instructed, holding Jude's hand firmly. "Shouldn't you be telling that to my pilot?" He laughed. You looked at him seriously. Him leaving you to pursue his passion hurt but you were beyond happy for him. Jude was hurt too, but he hid it with a smile. If he was gonna leave, he knew he was going leave knowing he was with you, the person who makes him the happiest. "I'm sorry, I will." Jude smiled, caressing your cheek.

You stared at him, tears welling from the incoming tears. You had a small frown on your face as you stared at him, taking in every detail because this'd be the last time you'd see him for God knows how long. "Don't cry.." he said softly, smiling at you warmly. You smiled painfully. If you blinked, tears would come pouring out so you didn't.

Without thinking, you pressed your lips into his.

Memories suddenly overcame you. The first 'I love you', the first time holding hands as a couple, the first kiss. Everything washed over you in those mere seconds.

You closed your eyes, savoring the moment and just like that your tears fell.

Jude hugged you tightly, tears of his own welling.

This was a new chapter of his life and he was gonna spend it without you by his side. It hurt him but he was thankful that you were going to support him through it.

Why did he cry, you ask. He cried because he knew that this was going to be the last time he'd touch you, feel you, savor you and whatever achievement you get, he knew he wasn't going to be there when it happens.

The two of you finally let go of each other. Looking at each other once more, cheeks stained with tears.

"Call me." You whispered, hugging him. "I always do." He weakly responded.

I wrote this shit during dismissal after school cause my mom took so long to pick me up. I also wrote these beside 3 Chinese sisters and two of them fought. D: ANYWAYS HOPE YOU ENJOYED ANOTHER SMALL ONE, MAKE SURE TO SMASH THAT LIKE BUTTON AND SUBSCRIBE FOR MORE BANGERS LIKE THESE !!!

[chaoticallyfragmentary]

Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

This is a bit of childhood friends to lovers, lots of pining and just Kuroo being a dork and Kenma, a sneaky little shit. Includes some fluff and initial hurt to comfort. 

You freeze, teetering between steps when Tetsu—Kuroo accosts you at your door. You are tired, a bone deep exhaustion clinging to your bones, a little aching and caught off guard by his presence. He sniffles, nose pink from the biting cold or from his tears, the quiet ones that he’s crying.

You withhold a sigh, a scream for help because it is Kuroo, the boy who put band aids on your knees and held your hand through the first day of school, because snow clings to his hair, a snowstorm incoming and he is here, at your doorstep with tear tracks on his cheeks and fury in his eyes, earbuds dangling uselessly from the ipod, where you are sure, he was listening to the playlist you made for him, holding up a letter in your writing, long since opened. 

Shit, you thought you’d be gone by then.

You poured so much of yourself onto those pages, long muffled secrets and wistful sighs, long harbored feelings, a final concession before trying to forget, leaving for good.

“Hi love,” he says and you are ten again, a bit broken and battered, moving halfway across the world with your grandparents, an outstretched hand of a boy your age, both of you crying as he chased your bullies away, lips wobbling as he tries so hard to be brave.

“Kuroo?” you clear your throat, suppressing an urge to flee, mouth twisting to a sad shape.

 “Does this mean what I think it means?” he asks, pleads really.

You are seventeen again, listening to Kuroo laugh, a wonky little thing, a bit like a dying goat but you would bottle it up if you could, but then your eyes land on the girl on Kuroo’s arm and something in your chest aches.

“What do you think it means?” you ask instead, a watery laugh bubbling from your throat. 

He smiles, a tiny little thing, reminded of nights like these, when neither of you could sleep, questions were answered with more questions, sneaking into each other’s bedrooms, the pebbles thrown at windows, the chemistry study sessions, the lazy cuddle nights with Kenma, the midnight train rides and the warmth of terrible decisions.

He is fifteen again, realizing that his best friend had gotten pretty. Sixteen, realizing that he wanted to kiss the said best friend, wanting to throw himself off the tallest building he could find. It was as if he’d never had a crush before, Kenma snickering under his breath about how he was so very fucked.

“It’s not my job to say it chibi,” he says and he is twenty two again, eyes looking for you at the party.

“Kuroo!” your yell pierces the air, hands perched on your hips in the most accusatory kind of way as you stare Kuroo down.

“I’ve just been busy chibi, organizer of the party and all that”

“You haven’t looked at me, Kuroo”

Oh, but he has, and you look so beautiful, black gown that hugged all your curves and revealed unknown stretches of skin and he wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into it. You looked like his, but on Iwaizumi’s arm and fuck it all if he didn’t feel like his heart was a desiccated, dying thing performing the actions of something living.

(Met abroad, studied at the same university, blah blah, bleh. Anyone who tells you he’s been giving Iwaizumi the stink eye throughout the party is nothing but a filthy liar) 

“Do you want to dance chibi?” he asks, one tiny want seeping out from the aching places inside his chest.

Your head tilts a fraction, eyes teetering between cautious hope and blinding joy. You let yourself take his hand and learn, for the span of a single evening, what holding Kuroo Tetsurou in your arms felt like.

You wilt, what option did you have but honesty?

 “I-I-I,” new tears spring from your eyes at your inability to articulate even the barest of words but you plough through. “I love you— I-I d-don’t know since when, o-or for h-how l-l-long. I’ve done a piss poor job of n-not falling for my best friend b-but it’s always been you, me and you, you and me. W-We have always been an ‘us.’ S-Sorry” the confession slips out of your mouth before you can yank it back and shove it down your throat.

“I am so fucking furious, chibi”

He’s breathing heavily, emotion pouring out from him and your throat feels like it might swell shut.

“I’m so sorry but please don’t cry.” You hear the strain in your voice, self control rapidly dwindling as you barely resist the incessant throb behind your ribs, to just reach out and hold him close, wrap him in a blanket burrito, get him some hot chocolate and beat up anyone who dared to make him cry.

“I’d stop if I could,” he snaps, wiping another stray tear, furious at himself for crying.

“You mean to tell me,” he takes in a measured breath, like a man on the verge of starvation, fighting every impulse to reach for a feast in front of him.

“You mean to tell me that all this time the two of us wasted on pining away after each another, we could’ve been making out?” he shouts.

You bluescreen, a blink and a breath.

Once your brain processes the words, you release the deluge, laughter spilling over as your resistance buckles, pulling his bottom lip between your teeth after so many years of fantasizing the same.

When Kenma takes all the money from the bet your friends seem to have made, Kuroo calling him scheming filthy liar, you laugh coasting over Kuroo’s outraged noises about how could Kenma bet against him, how he’d known you would confess first… Kenma winking at you, mouthing fucking finally, as happiness tints your vision golden.

[jacksgreysays]

Omg thank you for the innsights!!! I also find Naruto hard to write and I personally find him very annoying lmao. Bleak!primadonna au is amazing because it builds on the last big conversation shikako and naruto have before he leaves, in the land of birds, where shikako tells him to find a better solution then years later in a similar situation (avenging a twin!!!) he can’t. We all know that if shikamaru is not okay, shikako is also not okay. And if shikamaru died shikako would burn the world for him. Also this is your ‘verse, but i headcannon that after the war the twins find a bit more balance in their relationship (not amazing but not a cold war either) and without shikamaru, even if she hasnt needed him to orient her in this world for a long time, post canon without him she just loses her need/will the be a ninja. Nothing matter anymore. She has been close to breaking for a long time already in canon and i just think she was closer to breaking as a person than everyone realized. Also i think tsunade would find it naruto is the one who mismanaged his ninja and deprived konoha of it’s seal master and jonin commander in the same move. Like i think she would totally ask him if losing shikako, purely as a resource (sensor, seal mistress, political, reputation, former anbu) is worth the slight to his morals? Like to tsunades reign she was probably one of her most valuable resources and the loss of such a resource is not to be taken lightly. But she 100% thinks shikako was rash and foolish, but thinks naruto should have had the foresight and known shikako better.

Also i headcanon that shikako resigned from anbu under kakashi, so she never swore absolute loyalty to naruto, which i think would be a very interesting dynamic, especially if he tries to use the tattoo function to (like the hyuga main line!!!!!!!!) to remind her of her vows and his orders and will and then she just turns around and reminds him she was never anbu under his command. (Like i don’t know if this is in character for naruto at this stage of his life, but naruto loves to remind people of their responsibilities and doing the right thing so???). Ahhh delicious delicious conflict!! (Hope i didn’t step on your toes or anything, i am like 99.9% sure i will never write anything in any form for this so it’s all up for editing/interpreting/ignoring) i love this verse and your writing thank you so much <3

Hi again, anon! Let's keep this bleak!primadonna AU brain rot party going! :D

Because, oh my god, I agree so much.

Naruto is hard to write! Or, well, he’s hard to write in such a way where his naivety/stubborness is charming/endearing instead of annoying/ridiculous :( I think SQ does thread that needle pretty well in DoS, but I think there’s also a reason why Sasuke has more “screen time” than Naruto even if you take into account the whole “Naruto is traveling with Jiraiya and Sasuke didn’t defect.” Even in the fandom, there’s more fanfic with Sasuke than Naruto because he’s just so difficult to write him well! He is a moral compass in a fandom that loves nuance, RIP.

I also think that the twins find a better balance in their relationship, especially because so much of Shikako’s secret keeping was because she wanted to keep Shikamaru safe from the incoming S-rank threats. Now that the war is over, no more S-rank threats (theoretically) and so significantly less secrets that need to be kept from Shikamaru. (She does still keep secrets, because I think that’s just how she functions, but a lot less than before.) But yes, definitely for her to be so blindsided by his assassination and then being denied her right to avenge him IS so final straw for her that she would just snap. Like I said before, it almost would have been understandable to her if their dad had been the one assassinated or, at least, Shikamaru would have been alive to slow down Shikako’s immediate, brutal revenge, but for her to lose Shikamaru after EVERYTHING they’ve been through? Like if it were the Akatsuki or something, then she’d almost understand it—or, at least, it would be justified for her to take out that level of S-rank threat. But some weird political bullshit trying to get Temari to go back to Sand, and then when Kankurou sends the councilors over as weregild, Naruto DENIES her that justified revenge? WHAT?! HOW DARE HE? It truly would be a betrayal to Shikako that Naruto would hold his own moral opinions above the Nara clan’s political/legal right to mete out whatever punishment they choose for the Sand councilors that killed their heir.

And yeah, Tsuande definitely thinks Naruto made the first mistake. Shikako reacted extremely to it, which was a mistake as well, but the FIRST mistake was definitely on Naruto for that reason.

I love the headcanon that Shikako resigned from ANBU under Kakashi—less because of the “oath to the Hokage” thing, but more because of a matter of timing? Because the reason why she even joined ANBU in the first place is because of her rapid promotions and also the fact that her (and Sasuke’s) reputation(s) were growing much faster than their skill. They needed to be able to gain experience without having a major target on their backs while also leveling up skill-wise enough to match their reputations. So by the time Naruto would have been Hokage, there’s no need for that subterfuge anymore. Shikako’s time better serves Konoha by being open about her movements/missions/abilities. I see it a lot in Kakashi-centric fic, but the idea that after the Uchiha Massacre in particular, they really flaunted Kakashi’s reputation around as a sort of “see we still have a Sharingan and it’s sooooo powerful, woooow” kind of thing to the point that they wouldn’t even let him do ANBU missions anymore because they needed him doing missions under the Sharingan no Kakashi PR as opposed to the (semi-)anonymous ANBU Hound.

Like. If Naruto is to a level of being Hokage, then Shikako (who in all practicality, is the better Hokage candidate) is similarly such an overt S-rank nin that being in ANBU would, if anything, hinder her abilities since she’d have to anonymize her skills.

I also don’t know if Naruto would try to use the tattoo function in that way—although, that would absolutely be such a… hm… not dark arc, per se, but a “you have crossed a line and we can never go back to what we were” sort of thing. Like in a desperation to just get her to listen he tries it and it doesn’t work but that fact that he even tried it. I don’t think it does torture/pain like the Caged Bird Seal, but it probably does a “pay attention to me” type of thing. Like if the Hokage needs to signal their ANBU guards without being too obvious about it kind of thing. So it’s more of a “hey, listen, I’m about to drop a secret mission on you” than a “you must submit to my will or else” but I think it is the chakra equivalent of grabbing someone’s arm when you’re in the middle of an argument which is sort of like escalating from words into potential violence. Especially if the argument started as Shikako to Naruto, former teammates and childhood friends, both feeling betrayed by each other and mourning Shikamaru but then Naruto trying to use the ANBU tattoo to make her listen to his side suddenly brings in his Hokage status and how legally he can do whatever he wants—it is a military dictatorship, after all, “peace” or no—but then it also highlights the whole issue of this bleak!primadonna AU which is that, legal or no, Shikako literally can do whatever she wants due to her power and ingenuity.

Oh, the Hokage says these people are going to jail instead of receiving the capital punishment? What, is he going to protect them personally 24 hours a day for the rest of their lives? And so what if he does? Shikako’s far sneakier than that. What obstacle has Shikako ever been up against that she couldn’t solve eventually? And it’s so easy for her to do harm, she often has to actively curb her more harmful ideas, it’s so much harder for Naruto to enforce his incorrect decision than it is for Shikako to enact hers. Which, again, the whole issue of this AU.

Anyway, anon, I really appreciate your enthusiasm for this weird AU I made. It makes me so happy that other people are thinking about it as often as I do :D

[ayeforscotland]

Hey previous anon

Sorry i think you misunderstood me about 'the deficit', more specifically that the average Scot currently receives more in public spending and contributes less in tax than the national average. Nothing to do with the national debt, more that the way Scotland is currently run is not financially sustainable and in order to BE financially sustainable as an independent country it would have to cut the things that make it better than the rest of the UK. Or tax people more. Which is a great way to sell a referendum.

Also I know its a tired comparison but 'our trade is currently restricted by the entity we do the vast majority of our trade with, so we need to erect massive tariff barriers with it and completely restructure our export market in order to reclaim our sovereignty' really?

'None of the practicalities of making this immense change really concern me so long as we have the capacity to make the decisions for ourselves' fucking really?

There's a reason why this blog only posts about the fuckups of Westminster, funny and many as they are, and its because you don't have answers about how to make this work beyond 'it will work.' 60% of your trade is with the UK? Doesn't matter, the EU will sort it out. Never mind the presumed change in tastes and preferences or the differences in competition structure, it'll just work. Because it has to.

As it stands, support for independence is about 50/50. And running with that comparison, what happened the last time the government made a decision with little consideration of the consequences that half the country opposed?

Again its pointless because this is your identity so nothing's gonna get changed here, and I recognise the same is true for me. It's just frustrating.

Okay so I reckon you're pulling this from the annual GERS report which accounts for Scotland as a region of the UK rather than if Scotland was an independent country. This means the GERS contains multiple UK-wide expenditures which are not controlled by the Scottish Government. These costs are applied to GERS as a population percentage of total UK Government expenditure, this happens regardless of where that expenditure was applied and whether it was the Scottish or British government that spent the money. This *is* impacted by UK National Debt. There's a line in GERS called the 'Public Sector Debt Interest' which is the interest on the debt accrued by the British Government that Scotland contributes to paying off. From 2019-2020 this added up to an additional £4.5 Billion. Lastly on the economics side, several revenues like Oil & Gas taxation, corporation tax and VAT are controlled by the UK Government. Changes to those can drastically alter Scotland's income without running it past the Scottish Government. Now on to Trade - It's funny you talk about barriers when the UK has just bent over backwards to get a deal for Northern Ireland through. The only reason you would talk about erecting a barrier between Scotland and England is because you believe the British Government are going to deliberately negotiate in bad faith. And sure, you might claim that that's their right, but that's not exactly going to win anyone over to the pro-union side. I never said anything about ignoring the practicalities so I'd appreciate you don't put words in my mouth. Becoming an independent country will require hard work and effort, and it's 100% worth it if we are able to then make our own economic decisions. We barely have to look back six months to see a Tory Party tanking the economy on a whim over the course of a week. I have plenty of criticisms about the Scottish Government - it often moves at a frustratingly glacial pace to enact change. Some policies stagnate because of lack ambition from senior civil servants. But that's nothing compared to the ridiculousness of the Westminster system who are often outright malicious in their policy-making - and they hold the purse strings for the devolved governments. There is a democratic deficit in the UK, and it's why many people support independence. I know this is probably difficult for you to reconcile with which is why unionists tend to opt for the barrage of practicalities first, and you're never happy with any of the answers so you just resort to saying we've not answered the questions. At the end of the day you just don't want Scotland to leave the UK because you see that as part of your identity - and that's absolutely fine. But pretending that Scotland is some unique economic basket case is silly. I'm cool with unionsts who openly say they are passionate about the union, they don't need to dress it up.

[pinkprimrose05]

DAN HENG.FOR THE CHARACTER ASK GAME!!

Cold Dragon Young!

General opinion/How much I care about them: Man, Dan Heng is such a fun guy. You see this quiet dude and you think he's probably all plain and straight-laced, but then he, in no particular order: gets into a an underground fight club tournament (and wins??), breaks a military fleet's banishment sentence to save his pals, and gets a whole cutscene wherethe idiot almost kisses the mc (there's no way that was a proper CPR attempt. He was 100% bullshitting his way there).

[Spoiler warning for the Luofu main quest incoming!!]

The way they handled his background and character arc makes me very sad tho. I wish the writers took their time with playing out his backstory; it could've been so much better if they waited long enough to let us get to know him and everyone else involved a little better, to see his struggle with the very interesting ship of theseus theme he has going on in light of Dan Feng's history, and deliver on all that in a way that's actually impactful in emotion and story relevance, instead of rushing it in favor of getting to the bossfight of the quest. Alas, it is what it is.

At least he got out of it with something! I mean, who can say no to 1 more little sister :D

A ship I love: *rummaging noises* huh, I wonder where I dropped that. Oh well. No ships for you, boy. Rip.

A non-romantic relationship that I love: THE ASTRAL EXPRESS. Sometimes a family is a retired Herrscher, the creator of The Dreaded Coffee™, a lonely dragon with autism, a calendar day in an ice cube, a funky ticking time bomb, and the bunny carrying the whole train on their back.

They are everything to me. Their groupchat is literally called The Astral Express Family. I love them your honor I hope they all live happy and peaceful and prosperous lives and hopefully don't get their 3rd stabbed member in a row when we head to the next planet. The Astral Express checks offs all the right boxes of wholesome and sweet for the found family enjoyer that is yours truly, which is just- mwah. I love them so so so much.

(Bonus shoutout to Bailu AKA the new little sister I mentioned a bit above. I NEED to see more of her and Dan Heng together, they're just adorable.)

The NOTP: Danmarch, Danstelle and Dancae. I just. don't see it. They're so sibling-coded to me, it feels off to see them in a romantic context.

My biggest headcanon about them: I think all Vidyadhara are cold-blooded by virtue of being dragons, so Dan Heng prefers to sleep on the floor of the archives because, given the amount of devices running in such a small space, it's always the warmest place on the Express. Or so he thinks until March drags him and Stelle for a sleepover in her room and builds a pillow fort. Turns out their newest member is actually a portable heater, and the pillows and blankets are also very warm and comfy too and- wait, what's that sweet feeling?

...Oh no.

Now he wants to try this again.

An idea for a fanfiction I would like to write/read about them: 5 times people smile at Dan Heng + the one time he smiles at them. Featuring me-typical express fam appearances, a sprinkle of Bailu and a dash of Jing Yuan, and maaaybe a hint of that one ghost from the past.

Now if only I can find something along those lines or figure out how to write it myself... hmm...

Something that makes me think of them: withered leaves, lotus blooms, small water ponds, zither music (idk), and, uh, Kaedehara Kazuha. Maple leaf windboy solidarity lmao

[lynxgriffin]

Since there was a whole ton of asks about the Susie comic all at once, I'm once again saving some space and time to consolidate them!

Yup, that's pretty much all that she was feeling! Just this huge sense of the unfairness of it all. (And thank you!!)

Proooobably not, I don't think that's how it would work. :P I mean I'm also not sure what genetic code you'd use to gain the ability to shoot bees out of your hands like in Bioshock, but that's not important.

Don't know if he'd be a great parent emotionally, but at LEAST he would be giving Susie a proper diet, which would go a long way towards helping, I think!

My two rules I kept in mind for it were 1) It operates on Disney movie logic where you look like either one parent or the other, not a mix of traits, and 2) However, turning monster is recessive, so you're more likely to end up with a human-looking kid than a monster one. So like, if you had a grandparent that was a lizard monster and a parent that was a rabbit monster, you would have a slightly smaller chance of looking like the rabbit one, no chance of the lizard one. (And thank you very much, I'm glad you enjoyed it, even in a heartbreaking way!)

Hey, some monsters probably get acne too, so there's no avoiding that! I could go for getting wings, though.

Thanks much! And I think if Susie didn't know at the time, she would have found out soon enough from other people around the town that Kris is adopted. Wouldn't have prevented her anger or bullying, though...she'd still see it as Kris getting to have a life she was denied.

Hey, there's always still time for some bodyswap silliness in canon! I don't think Toby's above doing a fanficy trope like that if it produces interesting jokes or character development. ;)

No relation to Alphys, she's just another random old monster in town. Supposed to be more of a dinosaur than Alphys, who's a straight lizard, which is probably why the agency paired Susie with her.

Unfortunately I don't know that there's much backstory to her; she's just a mundane, cranky old bat that much prefers watching TV to interacting with anyone. I should've made her a bat monster to drive that point home... She hasn't adopted kids before, and probably just came across a mention of the program and saw it as an "easy" way for passive income when she already has very little.

Ouch, harsh language! But yeah, it's possible the affair would've gone completely unknown if that hadn't happened to Susie, so it's just 100% awful for all involved. D:

Awww thank you very much for the kind words, anon! Glad you're hooked on it! I'm positive whatever Toby does with her will be compelling and appropriate for her character, though! I'm just guessing after all, whereas he's known the character for over a decade by now. XD

I mean, canon does kind of cover that! Susie mentions that Noelle approached her, was nice to her and gave her a candy cane pencil, and because of that Susie never thought to pick on her or be scary towards her. Noelle was probably one of the first people she encountered since she changed that was just genuinely nice to her, especially in a completely new place. And I'm not surprised that Noelle developed a crush on her early on...she's new, mysterious, dangerous-looking and doesn't seem to care at all what authority thinks of her. Those are all things Noelle already tended to be interested in!

[whumpcloud]

Hi im like about to fall asleep but i had an idea that i had to do to one of the numerous suffering pathetic vampire men on my dash so slight emeto tw incoming bc i keep seeing kind and loving anons feeding the moist paper towel when he should not experience kindness ever its against the law

I give him blood. I give him blood. I give him blood. I give him blood.

He's full? Can't drink anymore? He kindly begs me to stop making him feed and is very uncertain about asking for less food after all the starvation?

I give him blood. I give him blood. He will drink it all. I force him to consume more.

He feels ill? He is suffering the consequences of my actions? He is gonna throw up? He is terrified of that happening? It happens anyway? Now that's just terribly rude. Imagine thinking you can say no to food after begging for it for so long, going as far to spit out the gift you just received.

Punishment time. Probably very harsh as he definitely has energy to keep healing and enduring now, what with all that blood he just got. Never another drop of blood after this either. Shouldn't have been so disrespectful and stupid, now he's going back to starving forever.

(i am willfully ignoring the fact that that much blood would probably give him enough strength to escape or something bc thats just spoiling the fun now isn't it, make it like pig's blood or something so he still feels blessed but doesn't actually gain anything from it besides sadness. as he should)

Vincent is desperately grateful at first. Of course he is. You just keep feeding him, he shouldn't turn that down, he doesn't know when he'll be fed again.

"I..." Vincent shakes a little. He can already tell it's some sort of trick by the fifth bag. "I- I don't... thank you for your kindness, but I don't think I can drink anymore."

You insist. Vincent's eyes flicker up to you. What's the game?

"I really can't," he whispers. "Please, I'm so grateful to be fed, but-"

No buts. You dangle it in front of his face and tell him to drink.

The tone of warning is enough to make him take it with trembling hands. A little of his strength has returned, but he isn't completely stupid. This is not human blood. Even if it was... why should he try to escape this? Whatever is going to happen cannot be worse than the punishment for escaping.

Vincent's vision swims. He swallows down another mouthful. He stopped begging a few minutes ago. This isn't going to stop.

His chest lurches a little. No, no, he can't throw it up! His eyes widen. Was this it? You just want to create a situation to hurt him, is that it?

He shakes his head to himself. No, of course not. How could he think that? You're being so kind just to feed him. He's just being ungrateful. If you hurt him even without the kindness, it would be no less than he deserves.

He physically can't swallow anymore - there's no place for it to go, no vein that needs filled - and chokes, gagging it back up onto the floor. Blood drips down his chin. Your tongue clicks in disappointment.

Whatever you wanted out of him, you get it. He screams, cries, begs, feels the blood he was only just given let loose from his body as you slice it open and mangle his skin into nothing but a vessel for cuts and bruises.

"N-No, stop, please, I didn't--!" Vincent curls up and shields his face. "I didn't mean to, please, you gave me t-too much, a-and I couldn't--!"

You sigh, and remind him that he was the one who threw up. You didn't make that happen.

"I..." Vincent can't fault the logic, even though he really should be able to. "I'm sorry. I sh-shouldn't... you're right. I'm sorry, this w-was my fault. I know that."

You smile, and tell him that if he's going to be so disgustingly disrespectful, there's no reason he should ever be fed again.

"N-NO!" Vincent, despite the pain, scrambles to his knees, presses his forehead against the floor, desperate to beg however you'd like him to. "Please, please, I'll d-do whatever else you want, please don't starve me again! A-Anything else, please!"

You tell him he should've thought of that before he spat out his gift.

Vincent lets out a harsh whimper. "I'm s-sorry. I know. I was d-disrespectful. I u-understand. Thank you for t-teaching me a lesson..."

You tell him to stay exactly how he is. You can add more creativity to this punishment.

Vincent understands now. He'll never be fed again, but he'll never, ever refuse a gift like that again.

It doesn't matter if it wasn't his choice. That idea doesn't even come to his mind anymore. There's always a choice, and he always makes the wrong one.

He keeps begging - you seem to like it - but he doesn't beg for it to stop. He knows it shouldn't.

[misrepresentedmorallygrey]

PROPAGANDA

Amanda Waller

Amanda Waller isn't a much-discussed character on Tumblr, but her reputation in the fandom isn't where it should be, and it's been somewhat worse after the Suicide Squad movies and Peacemaker. You need to read Yale/Ostrander's Suicide Squad to understand her character. Waller is also decent in the Justice League Unlimited cartoon. So many people just know her through cruddy two-dimensional portrayals! They want her to be a "Karen", they want her to be a shrill uppity bitch who gets put down into her place. She is an asshole, and a bit of a ruthless monster—her superiors and her agents are all much much worse. She lives in a world overflowing with serial killers and supernatural beings that can destroy major cities in 5 minutes. She was an impoverished Black mother with no college degree, and in middle age she clawed her way up through education and bureaucracy after her children were SA'd and murdered. She has done horrible terrible things, she dehumanizes and extorts and power-trips and tortures and kills. And yet at times she's been the only one standing in the way of war and destruction of colonized countries. She is stubbon and proud, and capable of shame.

John

This fella is Fascinating. just trust me on this he deserves to be here

He tried so hard to do the right thing, he feels bad and says things would be better if he was never born. He thinks he should've just stayed acting like a monster and continued to act threatening.

(LONG PROPAGANDA INCOMING)

John. Milgram. Here's a short description of the fortunes and misfortunes of the guy. It gets worse before it gets better (probably).

While MILGRAM is a prison that judges a bunch of sympathetic killers, it doesn't consider him to be one – it didn't even exactly know he existed until too little too late, when it got its grabby hands on the brain of prisoner 009, who claimed to not know anything about any murder he'd have committed. Then, footage from his brain was extracted, as MILGRAM does, into a music video, and… that was MeMe. Ninth prisoner, Kayano Mikoto, was revealed to have DID, and what obviously who do you think actually Killed Someone?

Enter John. Well. Mikoto is half deeply unaware half subconsciously scared of his existence, so the MV painted him in a rather. Deeply disturbing way, bathing in bloody baths and all that (not a blood bath though! easy mistake). Adding to that him showing up in the first Voice Drama for five seconds to punch the "protagonist" and yell for a bit, and the result wasn't. Assuring. The fandom proceeded to treat him like a cardboard cutout and variously dunk on MILGRAM for having a cliché "evil" character w/ DID despite the overall well handling of complex characters.

Two years time skip: second season ending. We get to prisoner 009 again. The protagonist Finally gets to chat with John: and voila, he's admitting to the crime, he's apparently "killed a bunch of people because they annoyed him", which means, as he's saying, Mikoto has nothing to do with the crime at all! And he, as per the judging system, should be forgiven, right! Well, he's so full of shit. The music video immediately reveals how protective he feels of Mikoto (and well, he definitely doesn't rebuke That one), that the events of murder were somehow tied in to Mikoto's job at a black company, his continuous overworking and him being mentally on the brink of breaking; that any committed violence was For The Sake of Mikoto and that John feels deeply horrible for messing up his life in any way. By making himself into the image of a "monster" he's trying to make Mikoto look good in comparison and be forgiven and all. He also mentioned if Mikoto is voted innocent he's gonna try to go dormant since he's The Issue, right, and the audience/protagonist hates him, Right, and Mikoto Also Hates him, Right?

I'm underselling the sheer devotion of this guy tbh.

Yeah, the fandom results were kinda mixed on that one. Lots of people immediately started to love him dearly and kinda forgot any people were maimed or killed with baseball bats; lots also got sold on him "messing up Mikoto's life" and actually voted Mikoto innocent Specifically because of John's promise to eventually "disappear". There's more of the babygirlifying kind in the English side of the fandom that I've seen, to be fair. And that's around where we are!

[vespersposts]

In ratio

Hi lovelies 🌟 ,

today I’m happy to celebrate an important milestone for Lily @yeosatinyngz with her event “Lights! Camera ! Action! ” which brings our best boys to glamour.

✨ Well done Lily, congratulations on 1K !✨

To celebrate you, I put my sweetheart Daiki to the test with the fashion world, because he admittedly dresses in the dark.

👨‍🎤 (sorry, not sorry D).

📍If you are curious of the final look of Aomine, here’s the reference .

(*major sigh*). I’m the same old, and the story, sfw, is a bit long (3.1K), but it’s divided into two parts so it’s easier to read.

Hope you enjoy it!

Love always,

Vesper.

💣 PS: I apologize in advance for any grammatical and/or spelling mistakes, English is not my first language (bear with me!).

➿Genre: fluff, slice of life, one shot.

🌀 3.1K

✴️A big thanks to Lily for her support and her patience, she gave me the best feedbacks and is one of the kindest person on earth!

⚠ the story was extensively revised because it contained grammatical errors and the point of view was confused. I am sorry for only being able to do this now. Thank you for your patience ⚠

“Here’s my self-birthday present ” your boss tells , sitting down next to you, as from your computer you open an email with the directions for the next photo shoot, which you are in charge of styling.

“Pretty hot, huh?” he comments, as you quickly scroll from the picture through the details sheet.

“He’s tall, if he has weird proportions it would be a huge problem, all the men’s suits this year have cropped lengths and … Wait…” you reply, scrolling through the requests up to that number “I have to contact the magazine again, there must be a typo, who wears a size 11.5 shoe?” you ask as you press the reply button under his amused gaze.

"What?” you ask, leaning back and looking at the man’s face on which a wry expression breaks out.

“Someone who plays basketball, how do you never know anything about anything?” he mocks you, taking his phone in his hands to show you the young man’s face once again, this time in a news video where he was being handed an award for best - whatever - .

“So, do you like my own birthday present ?” he urges you with a smile.

“ I do ” you admit “At least seems in ratio” you conclude with a sigh of relief.

A few blocks away, the day of the young Japanese basketball talent had also started uphill. He saw the pink haired girl sigh, standard premonitory sign of an incoming scolding.

“I don’t have to , right?” he blurted, taking the last forkful of the choco omelette he ordered for breakfast, now that he was in town for a series of interviews after the crazy week of the draft.

“Dai-chan…” she got serious, taking a sip of coffee, just to keep from screaming in the middle of the luxurious hotel’s breakfast room.

“Satsuki” he replied with a polite nod, before finding a paper under his nose with his signature on the bottom, the same paper he hadn’t read, and which imposed a series of side engagements on him, including the interview with that posh magazine.

“ What the -” he huffed, pushing the document away, returning the smile to his manager who, not satisfied with that victory, had submitted another list to him.

“ More?” he grumbled, scrolling through a list of ‘recommendations’ that sounded more like a prank.

 "What does 'seamless underwear’ mean ?“ he asked his childhood friend, who in response shrugged, pretending not to know. 

"When would this be?” he shot back, resting his face on his hand.

“Tomorrow morning, we have to be at the photo studio at 10. I managed to get the interview just before the photos, so hopefully  it will be a quick one ” she informed him, checking the schedule from her tablet “ Just… Please, try to be nice, you know how much the team sponsor values it!” she sighs, probably grateful to be able to finish her breakfast in peace.

At the conference room of the luxurious apartment building where the photo studio is located, a young man’s eyes look at you with a mixture of boredom and distress. Adrian, the photographer, is a nice guy, but he really can’t take any more of your leader’s mood boards and his tropical-sexual fantasy, with which he has been butchering everyone’s ears since the beginning of the week. The idea is dull as well as corny, but no one as usual dares to open their mouths because ’ the boss cannot be questioned’ . Too bad, you can’t take it any more, because a misstep from him would mean compromising your career as well, and that mustn’t happen, not at least until you actually have a career. As you write down the codes of dresses  worthy of the Rio de Janeiro carnival, you can’t help but think that it will be a bloody mess. Your client will go from being a sports icon to a laughing stock, assuming that once he sees the garments, he doesn’t decide to drop everything and leave you to deal with all the madness.

“With the red one from the spring/summer collection we’re done! ” the boss smiles at you, drumming his fingers on the long conference room table, increasing the pace until he has your full attention again.

“Spit it out” he tells, inviting you to take a seat next to him.

“ I don’t like it at all ” you sum up simply, not moving your eyes from his, now staring at you with interest. "He’s already flashy:  tall, huge and full of muscles. If we dress him up like a crazed rainbow, he will look even more trashy” you explain, shaking your head.

“You don’t like the vibe, you don’t like the model…Do you have a proposal, besides all these complaints?” the chief, who strangely seems to be amused, asks you seriously.

“Y-yes..Here” you tell him, opening a shared folder on his cloud account.

“I see. Your bright idea is to dress him as an accountant ” the man sneers at you, lazily flipping the preview of your selection with a finger.

“No, Phil. My way is to contrast his powerful silhouette with minimalism. I will dress him up as the most detached, filthy and unavailable man of power. That will turn him into a  sex God,  instead of a parade clown!” you reply piquantly, eliciting his hilarity.

He laughs out loud, probably at you and your impending dismissal, he laughs to the point of tears as he puts his hand on yours, and makes you jump in your chair.

“Good girl, you’ve finally learned my favourite worlds: filth,sex and power! ” he tells you with a hint of pride, flipping back your lookbook , flagging three tailored suits different only by colour.

“All right girl, you got me. Go ahead and deliver me your fucking sex God!” he smiles.

It’s nine o'clock in the morning, the morning after that briefing. You’ve been up since the night before, and all you’ve thought about since then, is what could go wrong.

“Can I help you?" someone offers, breaking your overflow.

Of that voice you can only say two things: that it is definitely a woman’s and that she is probably a foreigner, judging by her strange accent. It matters little if you cannot see her, because you have decided to bring the three outfits for your model yourself.

"Could you hold the lift door open for me, please?” you ask, getting an affirmative answer and a remark about the bulkiness of your load.

“I hope they won’t wrinkle, only I can be stupid enough not to take a coat hanger!” you grumble, oblivious to the girl’s presence, until she appreciates the brand of one of them, and you start talking about your next job.

“I know he’s a basketball player and everyone’s crazy about him, but he’ll be the typical freak with a bad ass temper ” you huff, as the lift stops just below your floor and you hear Adrian’s voice. You thank your lucky stars, and immediately ask him to help you with your load, and when your eyes intercept your lift companion, you smile at her in fascination. A beautiful girl, with long hair gathered in a braid that goes around her head and and a so sweet expression on her face, that looks like a fairy. She’s petite, but well shaped, tiny but with delicious curves.

She must definitely be some kind of model.

“Satsuki Momoi. I’m Daiki Aomine’s manager” she introduces herself simply, shaking your hand with a friendly smile on her cute face.

You reciprocate the introduction and give thanks that you have arrived at your destination, so that you have an excuse to disappear behind Adrian, and forget the bad impression you just made.

Or maybe you’ll have to apologise.

She follows you, standing behind you in silence, eyes wide.

“They’re amazing suits, but he’ll hate all three of them” she tells you, as soon as you’ve finished arranging the outfits on the rack. “You are absolutely right about one thing: he lacks patience. Just don’t take his word for it, Dai-chan loves to bitch, it’s his way of getting attention. Don’t mind him too much, don’t fight him, or he’ll bite back. Follow my advice and you’ll see, it’ll be easier than you think. I think he’ll gladly let you do whatever you want, seeing how pretty you are. “ she smiles sincerely smugly, perhaps not realising that she actually insulted you. 

You’re about to point out to her, but she grabs her mobile phone and starts ranting in a language impossible to understand. The breaking news, translated shortly afterwards, reports that the man of the hour is late, because he overslept. 

Great, you are already sick of him.

"Philip Schneider. Call me Captain, like everyone else!" the well-groomed man who owned the large premises in the heart of the city had told him. Aomine had followed him through the same looking rooms and the procession had been enriched by a journalist, a photographer and a make-up artist. Now he just had to find out where Satsuki had gone before he had a panic attack.

What he didn't know was that you were there, together with his manager.

"Finally, Dai-chan!" Satsuki called back to him with her typical don't-mess-around look. He had witnessed another show by the captain, who had introduced him to his team and make him seat in front of a mirror full of lights, around which everyone had gathered, except for you, who stayed behind to receive instructions from Momoi.

Who knows what you had to say to each other, it was so secret.

"Last but not least, my assistant, she will be the lucky one to dress and undress you today!" the captain announces, as the champion tries unsuccessfully to get it into his head that he has known how to dress himself since he was about three years old.

"Don't take this as a lack of confidence in your abilities. It is a measure to prevent make-up and hair products from staining your clothes " a new voice informs him, a voice he identifies with your face after a moment. You smell so good, you look so clean, austere and yet mischievous in your black dress that covers your knees and arms and barely caresses your figure. Your bright eyes, your lips a little fuller in the middle and your features so deliciously irregular make him discover something new about you at every glance.

If Daiki had known that he would be in the hands of such a beautiful girl all day long, he might even have bothered to set the alarm. 

"The fact is that...I'm ticklish" he grinned at you under Satsuki's embarrassed look.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle " you reassure him, then ask the captain for permission to leave to prepare the dressing room.

By the time he arrives, he has been interviewed, moisturised and his hair trimmed a few centimetres after being washed in an elaborate ritual. He could certainly get used to this life. The ace sees you close the door behind him, and finds himself alone in a white room that looks like a giant dressing room, with a table in the middle and a wall set up as a wardrobe.

"Welcome, Mr Aomine! " you smile, as if you were the maid from one of his teenage fantasies.

"Call me Daiki, Mr Aomine is my father" he replies, trying to figure out if Satsuki was part of the game or not.

"Your manager told me you'd rather do it yourself, but I can..." you quickly stop as he shakes his head.

“Being dressed by a girl is embarrassing enough. My self-esteem would be shattered if you and my best friend teamed up against me, and believe me, anything is possible with Satsuki!" he observes, making you smile. "When I first met her in the lift, I thought she was a model. Such a lovely woman! " you comment, and this time he's the one laughing.

"She is, but she's also stubborn and annoying and... Do I have to wear this stuff?" he huffs, pointing to the three garments hanging behind you, swaying in the empty room.

"That's the idea. What do they look like?" you probe the ground, perhaps already knowing the answer he'd give, judging by the way your worried eyes are fixed on him. He noticed it for a while now, that way of yours. You watch him discreetly and sparingly, for brief moments at a time.

"These are... strange" he states, lifting an arm and touching the soft fabric of the latter.

"OK, strange is fine with me" you nod, handing the boy a dark robe and a paper bag containing long blue socks and a pair of black boxer shorts with the famous 'Seamless' label.

"Satsuki informed me that you would never remember, so while I was waiting for you, I thought I'd catch up on the basics. Now, be a good boy for me and take it all off " you smile, unaware of the immediate stir that innocent encouragement causes to him.

As you wait for your model, you wonder what your boss is up to.

"Sage blue, single-breasted is the first choice! I have to consider the shirt between these two and..." you tell the boss, or rather the captain as he has proclaimed himself today, probably to be more in line with your model sporting career. He doesn't listen to you anyway, because his birthday present has just come out of the dressing room.

"Handsome, you can do the cover in your robe!" exclaims a beaming Phil as you turn your back to retrieve the accessories. Chelsea boots, cufflinks because you like them, midnight blue opaque tie and maybe a watch, but probably not. You arrange everything on the table so that your boss can oversee your choices, and as you look up at him, you understand why the man is so enthusiastic.

Maybe it's his naturally masculine posture, maybe it's the broad shoulders or that look he gives you as he playfully asks for your help in getting rid of Phil. You know it's going to be a long day by the effort you make to look away from him.

"Is the captain always like that? He could beat Satsuki " he points out, probably exhausted from the latest round of inappropriate comments.

"He's an enthusiast by nature!" you try to play it down with a smile as you hand him the suit trousers in exchange for the dressing robe. A bad exchange for your nerves and for your famous coolness, even though he has the elegance of a baby hippo. None of his chaotic movements distract you from his collarbones, his defined pecs and his back, so firm and luscious it deserves a chapter in art books.

"Done. What's next? " he asks you, bare-chested, hands on his hips, his trousers zipped just below his flat navel, as if there were any need to draw further attention to his abs and V.

"Are you comfortable enough?" you ask him, though you can't see any major faults in fit or length.

"The trousers are fine, it's the briefs that are a bit... restrictive " he laughs, as soon as he sees you widen your eyes and blush, as you've clearly downsized him.

"Excuse me... I..." you barely apologise as you climb up a step to place the shirt on his shoulders, which he puts on and fastens by himself, following your instructions to tuck it properly into his trousers.

"No need to apologise, it's not a rating, is it?" he mocks playfully, just to rub it in, and gets an ironic look and a shrug in return " I really should thank you. This is an experience that will make me a better man. Pain will bring out my inner strength " he continues to tease you throughout the dressing process, even as he hands you a wrist to slip the cufflinks on and closes them with a devilish grin.

"Behave, champ, or I'll strangle you with this tie! " you threaten, but your weapon is soon stolen from your hands, only to be tied with uncanny skill by the boy, who confesses that he learned to tie the knot while wearing a high school uniform.

"Was it supposed to be crooked then too, or is it a special one that only you know?" you tease him, gesturing for him to lean towards you, and he doesn't hesitate, bringing his face so close to yours that you're afraid your hands are going to tremble now that you've loosened the large side slightly, sliding the cloth under his collar, tightening it again and pressing the two sides flat over his stomach, feeling him swallow. You raise your eyes and stay that way for a moment, still watching each other closely, until a sound outside the door brings you back to reality. 

"Five minutes to fix his jacket and I'll send him to you! " you promise Adrian, who lingers at the door for a moment, just to watch you work.

" Head up and back straight for me, please! " you instruct, taking a few steps back to admire your work of art.  You hand him his shoes and the jacket that fits him like a glove, say hello to the photographer who is on his way back to the set, and return to him with a small smile. You button the jacket and adjust the cuffs of his shirt, inviting him to look at himself in the mirror.

Too bad, right now Daiki couldn't care less about his appearance.

"Ta-Daaan! Done! Do you like it?" you sing, waiting for a reaction.

" You are the expert here, so tell me! " the boy acknowledges, distracted by the attention you are giving him, even though he knows you are probably just checking an insignificant detail of the suit.

" I do, you are just so utterly perfect!" you reply cheerfully. "Phil told me that you can keep what you want, so please do me a favour and take this outfit home with you! " you conclude, shifting your focus from the mirror to his eyes, so excited that it is almost impossible for the boy not to think of you in your bedroom, shedding all those unnecessary layers.

"Where am I going to go dressed like this?" he asks, amusing you.

"Everywhere, actually " you say, removing an invisible thread from the jacket "A press conference, signing a contract, dinner with the girl you want to impress. I'm not saying you need a dress to impress, but... As girl, I assure you it's going to be harder to turn you down dressed like this! " you finish, moving away to retrieve a strange sticky brush with which you will deliver the 'coup de grâce'.

"Are you sure it works like that?" he scoffs, taking advantage of your distraction, grinning as you verbally confirm your condition.

" All right then... Let's say I want to spend some time with you. A dinner in a fancy place tonight, for example. Since I have the dress, you couldn't refuse, could you?" he asks, and you stall, moving slowly to his side, sliding a hand down his back, finishing your work in silence. 

"Are you trying to embarrass me, Daiki?" you point out quietly, leaving the brush on the table and crossing your hands over your stomach.

" It's not me, it's the suit! " he smirks, looking at you steadily, his arms crossed over his chest.

"The dress is my choice, smartass!" you tease him, just to remind him who's in charge.

But he really is in ratio, even flirting.

" Then finish the work and pick me too! " he smiles, and when his hand reaches your cheek, you know.

You know you cannot refuse.

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17, 22, 24, and 25 for Salieri >:3c

HOHH MY BRAINROT IS FEASTING TODAY TY FOR THE ASK this one got long again whoops

17. What's a book, movie, or show you think [character] would like?

So as many people know I am a massive nerd and I have a million books on all sorts of things like architecture and fashion and music and advertisements throughout the years. And with how much impact Salieri had on music during his life I feel like he would love books like Music: The Definitive Visual History or Modern Music and After to see where music has gone.

NOW I DO RECOGNIZE THAT'S REALLY BORING THOUGH SO for the more fun answers!

Bookwise I feel like it would depend on what he was feeling? I will admit to being extremely biased but I think he would enjoy Terry Pratchett's Discworld series, to see all the evils of the world but also to see them righted, or at least confronted. Idk I feel like Salieri is so good at heart and all the suffering all the time that Chaldea has to face...would leave someone craving a 'good' end. Since we STILL DON'T GET THAT IN GAME :'D But also I think he reads a lot of fairy tales both because I HC him as friends with Andersen and, well, he must read his friend's work! And so that he has them memorized so he can tell the child servants in Chaldea a bedtime story/anytime story no matter whether he has the book with him or not. It also allows him to study fairy tale story structure so he can create his own stories for them.

TV Shows, MORE BIAS FROM ME INCOMING but because he shares his body with the Man in Grey and constantly has to battle with feeling like an impostor in an unfamiliar place, I feel like the unknown in shows like The Twilight Zone would really draw him in. He finds some peace with it. He will also absolutely bingewatch any wedding based show like Four Weddings or Say Yes to the Dress and he will be SO CATTY about the dresses people choose but the SECOND any of their family talk down to them he is fully backing the brides and their dress choices. While still mentioning things like "oh god not the appliques" and "sure, fine, you have a gorgeous tiny petite figure but fine, hide it in a cupcake made of lace, why not" because his hatred of people insulting the brides and making them cry does not override him cringing at their choices. If he watches Say Yes to the Dress: Bridesmaids he tears almost EVERY dress to shreds because good lord WHY.

For movies, I think thrillers/early horror. Not any of that jumpscare stuff, but things like the House of Wax [Vincent Price version]. Showing horror within the hearts of people or that comes from Beyond, not the horror of AAA SCARY THING IN FACE MUSIC LOUD. Detective films as well, like Murder on the Orient Express [1970s] or any Holmes movie because he enjoys them and also it's fun [and maybe cute] to watch Holmes get frustrated or flustered at the interpretations of himself on screen [this also stands for tv shows]. He and Lobo also have movie nights to watch dog movies or animal documentaries.

22. Give us a headcanon for [character]

Oh no I have so many. So so many.

Okay well my big one is he basically sees Anastasia as his daughter. Even outside of the fics I've written/am writing where he had time to get to know her in LB1, there's something about seeing her after and seeing the scars that it's left on her that makes him approach her and offer her comfort. A scene in my head has been Anastasia being summoned, seeing where she is, and having a magic-fueled breakdown that nearly freezes the summon room solid. Salieri comes running from who knows where and just. Somehow talks her down. Bows to her, kisses her hand, speaks kindly and gently while treating her as one should a royal, until she's calmed down before showing her Novum Chaldea. After that they fall into a closer father-daughter relationship and Anastasia gets to let herself be a child when she's with him, she can be childish and loud and do what she likes and at least One person will love her regardless.

Related to that one, he has, at least mentally, adopted ALL of the child servants in Chaldea and he dotes on them hard. Sweets, stories, little concerts performed solely for them, taking the time to listen to their stories...you name it, he does it. He could be in a very serious meeting debriefing and if a child servant came to get him he would leave immediately no questions asked. The MC and Mash are NOT IMMUNE TO THIS. He and Lobo share custody of them, obviously.

I know it said one but I have so so many, another is that he and Hessian Lobo [yes both parts this time] are very close, and they can be found discussing things in sign language in small, quiet corners. When Lobo's grief and rage grow too strong for him and he begins howling throughout Chaldea, Salieri always comes running, coaxing him or both he and Hessian to the music room, avenger room, or his own room and playing for as long as he needs to to help soothe him.

ANOTHER ONE he loves to cook and bake but he's self conscious of it because he lives to compare himself truly so he worries he'll be in Emiya or Boudica's way. So he typically only slips into the kitchens late at night when no one else is there. Yes, the child servants have figured this out, and yes, they do show up for snacks or dessert. Mozart also discovered this on accident, but Salieri managed to keep his focus on cooking to avoid the intense Murder Thoughts. Mozart seemed to notice, so they didn't speak at all, just exist together on those nights.

This one I feel runs inline with game canon but he struggles with intrusive thoughts a lot, and given he was Italian in the 1700s-1800s, he was absolutely raised religious and absolutely taught that bad thoughts = bad person, so on top of the Man in Grey constantly thirsting for Mozart's murder he also struggles with other intense or mundane intrusive thoughts. There are many days when it is too hard for him to face the world because of them. Therapy would be good but I mean Kiara is Chaldea's only therapist I think AND UM, NO.

ONLY ONE MORE I PROMISE but I tend to headcanon that when he works himself hard as a servant/is critically damaged or possibly even dying, a lot more of Antonio Salieri comes out, and he is softer, more tired, less bent on revenge and hatred. This is due to the Man in Grey part of him being exhausted, since it does all the fighting, and thus he gets brief periods of Belonging in his body again. Yes he has sought out Mozart in those moments, yes it did crush them both. He can also fight through the hatred with his love for Mozart, so if Mozart is critically in danger, the 'kill Mozart' switch is forcefully flipped by himself to 'kill what is killing Mozart' switch.

24. What's your favourite thing about [character]?

I do know a lot of the things I enjoy exploring with him aren't canon, so to try and stay canon with him, hmm...I mean, he has a strong sense of duty. Just look at the end of lostbelt 1; he promised to play Twinkle Twinkle for the Yagas, and his spirit origin refuses to dematerialize until he does. But that's not really my favorite thing, just something I like, hmm...

HONESTLY probably how he looks; his color palette is just SO GOOD, his clothing detail is amazing, and all of his ascensions are so good? Usually I wind up having a favorite ascension to leave a character in, but with Salieri I like them all. I do leave him second ascension because I like seeing his armor appear all fancy but STILL. We have the Amadeus Alter first ascension with that COAT and MASK and it brings so much angst with it. Second ascension we have MAN IN SUIT and my favorite thing to put ANY character in is SUIT. And then final ascension oh my GOD his final ascension. The TEETH. The CLAWS. The QUESTIONABLE LEVEL OF REMAINING SANITY AND ORIGINAL SALIERI THAT IS LEFT. It's great for all levels of things and yes I am working on a fic where Mozart is fully horny for his third ascension and Salieri is HORRIFIED and CONFUSED and also into it and mad about it XD

Also his interlude...he is so good in his interlude...so kind...confirming all of my headcanons as true and real forever and ever UWU

25. What's your least favourite thing [character] said or did?

Hmmm I have a couple, I guess? This is my friend Wolfie's fault, but I am unreasonably fond of Phantom in FGO, so the fact that Salieri says they can't be in sync makes me SAD because Salieri wrote OPERAS and Phantom has the most incredible operatic range CMON TYPEMOON THEY COULD PERFORM OPERAS TOGETHERRRR and also I just like making servants be friends lmao so I would really like Phantom and Salieri bonding,,,but then I remember that line and I feel like I'm making Salieri too OoC

[Also why is Phantom not a berserker CMON LOOK AT SHINJUKU IT MAKES SO MUCH MORE SENSE]

And also like...look I love Marie, I do, but I don't get why he gets docile around her??? I just don't. Admittedly with how I HC him I forget that he's a grouchy angry deathman to everyone apparently, so maybe it's meant to show she's an exception, but...I still don't get it. I do fully see them being friends or a poly ship w/Mozart as well [and my god Mozart would be so possessive of them both it would be so fun] but I don't get the focus on him being docile around Marie. As if she wouldn't accept him in all his sharp yelly self uwu

Thanks so much for the ask!! <3 Original meme is: here in case anyone wants it or wants to ask me anything else!!