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48. poly!jo (habit)

👏Poly!JO👏my👏beloved👏, thank you so much for the request 💖 I think this is the longest one yet (1k words) so… enjoy ✌

Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss

48. … out of habit.

The guys had come to Bojan's apartment to help him decide on an outfit for an interview he had that day. The brown-haired man didn't understand why some interviewers seemed to insist on interviewing only him. Okay, he might be the singer and probably the most recognisable face out of all of them – whether he liked it or not – but after all they were a band, and the band consisted of five people, not just him. He didn't want his bandmates – and boyfriends – to feel less important.

So that's why they were there, sitting in the living room watching Bojan finish getting changed, after assuring him a few times that they were completely okay with this.

Kris was sitting in the armchair next to the couch, his legs dangling over the side, and Jure was standing leaning against the wall; meanwhile Nace was sitting on the couch, Jan on his lap and his arms around the younger's waist. They were all watching a clearly anxious Bojan trying to fix his clothes in front of the mirror for what seemed like the tenth time in the last five minutes.

As for the singer, he was wearing Nace's black cardigan over a plain white T-shirt and his favorite pair of trousers (this time from his own closet), accompanied by one of Kris' rings, Jure's chain and one of Jan's hair ties around his wrist.

He knew the fans would probably analyze it later, but he didn't care. He wanted to feel his boyfriends as close as possible.

“Jurček, can you help me with this, please?” he sighed after struggling with the cardigan for a few moments.

It looked perfect, if you asked Jure, but he still nodded and said “Of course. C'mere, pup.”

Bojan walked over to him and the blond brought his hands to the lapels of the cardigan, positioning it correctly. “Done,” he smiled.

“Thank you, muca,” he smiled back and leaned up, leaving a small peck on the drummer's lips. He didn't think too much about it, it just felt like the usual thing to do after thanking one of his boyfriends.

“Okay, I really need to go now or I'll be late,” Bojan said, but Kris' voice stopped him in his tracks before he could turn around to walk through the front door.

“Wait, before you go!” the guitarist spoke up, getting up from the armchair and approaching Bojan. He placed one of his hands on the singer's waist, pulling him closer to his body and giving him a kiss, this time much longer than the one he gave the drummer, making him stand on his tiptoes so he could reach more comfortably. Kris pulled away slowly, nibbling a little on his lower lip. “There, you can go now.”

“Oh hell no, he can't,” Jan growled, rising quickly from his place on Nace's lap, grabbing Bojan's chain with one finger and yanking it, smashing their lips together in a heated kiss. A little moan escaped Bojan’s mouth and the dark-haired man took it as an opportunity to push his tongue inside the singer's mouth.

When they parted, Bojan was breathless, a blush creeping up his cheeks rather quickly. He could feel three pairs of eyes staring at them as Jan leaned close to his ear. “Why don't you give our Nacko some attention too, Bojč?” he whispered, his breath in his ear and his deep voice sending a shiver down Bojan's spine.

His gaze switched between the guitarist and the bassist a couple of times, both looking at him with a smirk on their faces, until the older one patted his lap in a silent invitation.

Without a second thought, Bojan walked over to the couch and straddled Nace, one leg on either side of his hips.

“Hello there, pretty boy,” Nace said, his hands slowly caressing his thighs up and down and squeezing them gently.

The bassist tilted his head up slightly and connected their lips in another kiss. He wasn't as rough as Jan, but certainly no less passionate.

Bojan could have sworn he heard someone mutter “fuck, they look so hot together, don't they?”, but he couldn't really tell who it was.

As they broke the kiss, Bojan slowly opened his eyes and removed his hands from Nace's hair – when had he put them there?

“Weren't you running late for an interview?” Nace smirked against his lips.

Oh shit, the interview. “Yeah, yeah, of course, I gotta... Yeah,” he started rambling, getting up and walking towards the door once again, earning various chuckles from the guys.

Jure, who had been watching every one of his boyfriends’ movements really closely, pouted and said “Hey, that's not fair! I only got a little peck.” He pulled Bojan's arm and turned him around, his hands going straight to his ass and squeezing it, kissing him hard. The sudden action elicited yet another moan from the singer. Fucking hell what has gotten into them?, he thought to himself.

“There, all done,” Jure smiled, smacking him on the ass.

Slowly withdrawing himself from Jure's arms, Bojan began to run his hands through his hair, fixing it for the twentieth time that morning and trying to regulate his breathing. “C-can I go now?”

“Yep,” said the drummer with his big sunshine smile.

“Don’t worry, you'll get more than just a few kisses after you're back from the interview,” Jan added with a wink.

If Bojan was already blushing before, he was pretty sure he was as red as a tomato right now.

He opened and closed his mouth several times, trying (unsuccessfully) to come up with some smart comeback.

“I'm... gonna go now. See you,” he said awkwardly instead, causing all his boyfriends to burst out laughing as he turned around, picking up his keys and walking out the front door as quickly as he could.

And if the only thought on Bojan's mind while he drove there was ‘please, don't get hard on national TV’, well, the guys will probably make up for it when he comes home.

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[outofgloom]

VUATA

"The…the ship," the Vo-Matoran gasped, dragging herself up onto the rocks.

She collapsed, mask down. Waves crashed against the jagged shoreline. A few remnants of shattered debris drifted in and out with the foam.

"Are you injured?" a voice called. The Vo-Matoran looked up to see one of the Ga-Matoran standing over her. She stooped and pulled seaweed from the Vo-Matoran's mask.

"I am whole," the Vo replied slowly. "But the ship…"

"The ship is gone," the Ga said, helping the Vo to her feet. "Come further up, away from the water. The sea is still dangerous."

The other Matoran were gathered in a low flat place in the center of the island. Low thunder carried on the breeze.

"I have found another," the Ga called out as they approached.

"This is good," the Fe replied. "We are six now."

"A good number," said the Ko. "More fortunate, given our plight."

"We must make another search, on the next cycle," the other Ga said. "But now that we are six…"

"We must take council," said the Onu. "Yes, it is time."

They drew the Amaja Circle in the gravel, and each Matoran took up their place on its margin.

The Ko cast a pale stone into the center of the circle. "We must devise a plan to escape," he said. "We will be needed at our destination."

"How?" the Fe ventured, pushing forward his ruddy stone. "The ship is destroyed, and we cannot rebuild it now. We have no materials…"

"I believe," the Onu said, "that we must stay put, for now."

"Survive here?" the Ko asked. "For how long?"

"Until we are rescued," the Vo said, setting down a quartz stone.

"No–until we can create a new vessel," the Fe countered.

"It would be a great undertaking," the Onu said, musing. "The seas here are treacherous."

"Too great an undertaking for us," the Vo said. "Surely--we are only six, and we have no Turaga."

"Not too great," one of the Ga chimed in. "We are builders, after all–each of us, in our own way."

"But how--"

"--We must rely on the Rule in Absence," the Ga finished.

"It is true," said the second Ga, the one who had found the Vo by the shore. "We have all that we need here."

"Agreed," said the Onu.

"The island is desolate," said the Ko, "barely a mound of rocks. And see how the smoke of the eruption obscures the sky? The stars are closed to me."

"For now," the first Ga replied. "Until then, the Rule in Absence shall guide us."

The Ko did not reply. He removed his stone from the circle.

They cast the sixfold lot, as the Rule required. The first Ga who had spoken was chosen as Elder. Now she was no longer Ga, but Raga.

A light snow of ash began to fall.

======

They scavenged the margins of the island for the first few days, gathering the remnants of their wrecked ship. The Ga and Raga attempted to swim out to the reef, but found that the ocean was still too heated to endure. The horizon was a mass of steam, and the ash fell steadily, coating both land and sea in gray.

Three masks washed ashore--those of the two Ta and the Po. The Fe examined them and found them to be undamaged.

"It is likely," the Ko said, "that the bodies have gone unto Mata already. They have no need of these anymore."

The masks were stored in the makeshift Suva that the Onu had piled up--they were precious. A hut of driftwood was soon erected nearby, and the Matoran rested there in shifts, out of the wind and the falling ash.

One evening, they drew out the Amaja once more and assembled around it:

"The next task is for you," said the Elder, pointing to the Vo. "We have made shelter, and the Suva is finished for now. What remains is…the Vuata."

"I…I have not studied the formation of Vuata, Elder," the Vo said. "Only tended to it and its power-flow."

"You are Vo, are you not?"

"I am."

"And we are without Bo-Matoran here, who might be capable of the cultivation by proxy. So, the Duty falls to you."

"I see, yes. But…it is…I am--"

"--I have studied this knowledge, Elder," the other Ga said, putting her stone into the Amaja, alongside the Vo's quartz. "I have also studied much of the knowledge of flora. Perhaps I can--"

The Elder raised a hand, shaking her head.

"No, according to the Rule in Absence, each Matoran shall perform the Duty of their building and design. No other."

The Ga nodded slowly, removing her stone from the circle.

"You shall begin tomorrow."

The Vo stared off at the murky horizon.

"I will."

In the morning, the Vo, Ga, and Fe went down to the shoreline. The Fe carried a special vessel he had shaped from scrap metal. The upper portion of the vessel was filled with a layer of protodermic ash, and below that was a small opening covered in fine mesh.

They filled the vessel with seawater, letting the liquid protodermis filter through the ash into the lower container. After repeating the process many times over, the Ga judged that the water was sufficiently purified. She turned to the Vo, who sat a short distance away, meditating.

"It's ready," the Ga said. "Have you meditated on the process?"

"I…I have," said the Vo, opening her eyes. "I believe I am centered."

"Good, you most only remember: sharp and deep is the action. Once should be enough."

"And it will…will it…hurt?"

"I don't know. I'm sorry."

"I've heard that the mechanisms are quite complex, and, um, fascinating," the Fe said, fidgeting.

He offered the vessel, to which he had affixed a spigot.

"Thank you."

"It is time," said the Ga. "We will be right here with you."

The Vo took the vessel and exhaled slowly. Then, she raised it to the aperture of her mask, and inhaled.

Sharp and deep, she inhaled the purified liquid protodermis--did not swallow it, but aspirated it sharply into her Vo-Matoran lungs, which were made differently from other Matoran.

It hurt. She dropped the vessel, doubled over. The Ga moved to steady her. The pain burned deep in her chest, but she held on, did not exhale. It was her Duty. She focused, as the Ga had told her, and the burning centered itself down, down into her core. Her heartlight beat rapidly, more rapidly each minute. At last, she looked up. The Ga and Fe helped her to stand, and they made their way back to the encampment.

The Onu had cleared a space, turning up the rocky ground and plowing gray ash into it. The Elder came out of the hut, followed by the Ko, as the three Matoran approached. The Vo stepped forward, arms spread. Her heartlight glowed bright in her chest, and the Elder nodded approvingly.

"Come. Here is the place."

The Vo stepped forward into the empty space, and the Onu patted the tilled ground. She knelt in the earth.

A whining, whirring noise began to rise on the air--a mechanical sound, like that of an engine powering up. It hurt.

The Vo looked back over her shoulder, eyes wandering, until they fell on the Ga.

"I-I..." she stammered, jaw clenched, "I am...afraid."

"It is almost done," said the Elder.

The whining noise increased.

"We will be here with you," said the Ga, quietly.

"You will not be alone."

The noise reached a crescendo. The Vo doubled over once more, and heaved. A bright spark of something issued from her mouth and went down, down into the ground.

Her eyes and heartlight winked out. The body fell heavily to the earth.

=====

It was a red evening, as the stars burned into night over the sea. The fog and smoke on the horizon had cleared in recent months--enough now to glimpse the husk of the volcanic island which had been the cause of their shipwreck, a low smudge against the sky.

They could not reach it, of course. The waves broke sharply against submerged reefs all around, and the ocean still boiled angrily in some places. Somewhere out there was the wreck of the Fe's skiff, and the Fe along with it. Only his mask had returned to them, as with the others. That was how they had decided that long-term survival was their only option--even the Ko had agreed.

The Ga had descended to ground-level less than an hour ago, as was her habit before the night set in. She passed the Onu on her way down to the ladder; he was always more comfortable closer to the earth.

She made a brief search of the shoreline. Sometimes debris still washed in, although collecting driftwood was much less vital to them now. She checked for erosion on the eastern point of the shore, and made a note to tell the Onu that it had progressed a small amount. He probably already knew.

After that, she waded into the surf and hauled in one of the cage-traps, retrieving its catch of small Rahi crabs, endemic to the area and useful for their shells and sharp claws. She hung the catch upon a rack further up the rocky shore, noting also that the trap would needed to be mended. Good practice for the Ko, maybe, now that the stars had become visible consistently and he had calmed himself. She verified the tideline again, judging that the tide was near its lowest point by now, and replaced the marker stones. The tidal range was of the variable kind in this region of the world, and had to be monitored carefully. So many things to monitor, to keep track of. But they all did their part: it was a matter of survival.

Next, she turned her attention to the Tree.

The Tree rose from the center of the island, straight as a pillar. Its roots covered much of the ground now, burrowing deep into the earth, and its canopy now shaded nearly the entirety of the island's landmass. It had grown quickly in its early days, and its roots were mature enough now even to drink the unpurified seawater.

She made her way along the narrow pathway that ringed the Tree's base. The path was a natural formation, allowing access to the various apertures and ports that issued from the trunk. There were even natural handholds in the metalwood of the tree's surface where the roots emerged and one was obliged to climb over. This was the nature of Vuata. Like many other forms of plantlife across the world, it was made to serve a particular purpose. The Tree was their livelihood--the producer of all the things needed for the continuing of their labors.

At last, the Ga stood before the great aperture which led down into the Tree's Karda, the core which produced energy for the Tree's growth, and which provided vital sustenance to the Matoran, when needed, as well as power for whatever mechanisms they built.

The Karda was the heart of their island now. It glowed blue-green, pulsing gently. She made sure to keep the area free of debris, clean and orderly, as much as she could.

It was not technically her Duty, but it was right.

They had buried the body of the Vo there, in the same earth, after...afterward. The body would not go unto Mata, the Raga had said, for there was no fatal malfunction, only a...transferal. A change in life-functions. That was what the Raga had called it. Even so, she liked to come to this place when she could. She had made a promise, after all, that the Vo would not be alone.

Night had fallen. The Ga returned to the sturdy rope ladder which hung down the trunk of the Tree. Her tasks were done, and they would all be turning in the for the night soon. All except the Ko, who usually rested during the daylight so that he could star-gaze at night...

The great ripple that moved through the world almost didn't register to her senses as she climbed, except for a subtle pause in the movement of the waves below. It was accompanied by a noise: a slow distant rushing.

The Onu--sensitive to the slightest of world-movements--was already calling out a loud warning from the branches of the Tree above by the time she realized what was happening, and that the dull roar that had sprung up in her ears was not wind, but water.

The tsunami struck the island and washed over it with fury. Liquid fire sprouted along the horizon as the distant volcanic island was ripped apart by a second eruption. Flaming rock hissed into the sea, and the stars were once again blotted out by smoke.

Somehow, her grip on the rope-ladder did not fail. She twisted and whipped round in the surging water, and the heat made her cry out involuntarily. Then she struck hard and felt the yielding wood of the Tree against her body.

She heaved upward with a wrenched arm and grabbed another handhold on the ladder, then realized that she was moving upward. Her eyes cleared for a moment, and she saw the other Matoran hauling frantically on the ladder, dragging her up out of the raging maelstrom. The Tree swayed, and the Ko nearly fell from his perch. She was out of the water.

She looked down, and with a shock she realized that the island was gone, completely submerged.

"We almost have you!" the Raga said, heaving on the rope.

She bounced off the trunk again, and heard the Tree groan with the strain of the waters. Then hands were on her, dragging her up and into the safety of the lowest branches, which grew in the shape of a platform.

"Are you injured?" asked the Ko, "I see...Your shoulder is damaged. I shall endeavor to--"

"It is not finished!" said the Raga, pointing into the distance.

"Hold fast," said the Onu, gripping them both with his large hands.

Another vast wave bulged up from the horizon and smashed against the Tree. They all heard it, felt the pain of it. The world was all red and black now, as the volcano flared up.

The Ga struggled to her feet with an effort and looked downward toward the base of the Tree. The Karda. Through the rising steam she could see it: the core was still submerged. Its light flickered beneath the waves. The Karda shall drown, she thought.

If it died, so would they, soon enough, and it would all be for nothing.

"The Vuata!" the Ga cried, pointing. "It is in danger!"

The Tree shuddered again.

"Its roots are deep," said the Onu. "But I am unsure."

"I did not foresee this," said the Ko miserably. His precious stars had been wiped away once more.

The Raga stared for a moment, down at the heart of the Tree, which she had commanded to be planted.

"I shall do it," she said slowly. "It falls to me. The Rule in Absence states that--"

The Ga had already dived from the branches, straight down into the crashing waves, where the Karda glowed blue-green and beat, beat like a heartlight, down into the place where vast energies pulsed against the onslaught of the elements, down amongst the roots of the Tree, where the Vo had been buried with her mask. The Ga fell into that place, and swam strongly, despite her injury, and pushed through...

And in those final moments, before her own core reinforced the Karda of the Tree with new energy, there was a little fear, but not much.

===

A Nui-Kahu flew through the high atmosphere, wheeling above the ocean. Below, a mess of islands spread across the surface of the silver sea, and the Toa of Earth that clung nauseously to the bird's back noted that they were clearly the result of past volcanic activity.

At the center of the ragged archipelago, a low cone was still visible above the waves. According to the Toa's briefing, this volcano had been disrupting the marginal sea-routes for many years, but only now had the Lord of the Continent seen fit to dispatch someone. Unfortunately, that someone was him.

The Rahi bird descended mercifully to the blackened shoreline, and the Toa slid off with relief. He stamped his feet a few times in the dirt to reassure himself and calm his motion-sickness. The Kahu squawked and looked at him disdainfully, flicking mud from its wings.

"Stay put, please," he clicked in the bird's language. "This shouldn't take too long."

The crater itself was only a short hike and a scramble up the irregular slope, but even before he had reached the scorched rim and looked down, he'd begun to suspect that his intel was a bit outdated. Although it had clearly been a very lively firespout in the past, the volcano was now quite dead. Not even a wisp of smoke rose from the blasted core below. The wind was dry and ashy in his mouth. He scratched his mask. Had this trip been for nothing, after all?

Reaching out with his elemental powers, he scried downwards into the depths, feeling out the placement of the earth, its layers stacked one atop the other, sensing out the places where it was cold and hard...and where it was hot, made pliable by the magmatic flows that crisscrossed the underside of the world.

There was nothing here. No heat. No pressure. Strange.

He shrugged and turned to go back down the slope. It would be a short mission report for his superiors in Metru Prynak after all...

Something caught his eye, off to the right, where the distant shoreline curved into a small bay. A shape stood out against the gray stone. In his Matoran days, the Toa had been a historian of sorts, although nothing so grand as the Archivists of the City of Legends. It wasn't really on his list of directives, but surely it wouldn't hurt to investigate this place thoroughly...

Another short hike brought him to the remains of a camp, likely Matoran in origin based on its size. The firepit and remains of a small shelter were all covered in a healthy layer of ashen dust, just like everything else on the island. More notable, however, was the standing stone that had been erected just up the slope from the encampment. This is what he had seen from above.

It was a rounded pillar carved from the volcanic rock of the island itself, clearly having been shaped with some skill--probably by a Po- or Onu-Matoran. On the surface of the pillar, many words were carved. He stooped and gently blew away the accumulated ash from the surface, then began to read:

"Omokulo the Earth-Tiller carved the words on this stone. Tykto divined by the stars that it would be read in this place, one day, and Raga Peyra commissioned its writing to complete the cycle."

The signature was a practice of the northern chroniclers and record-keepers, although phrased a bit archaically. He read on:

"This is the bio-chronicle of our cell, isolated from the Great Whole by the wrath of nature. Nevertheless, we have kept to our Duty, and followed the Rule in Absence."

The Rule in Absence...How long ago had this been written? There was only the Rule of Order now, after the Barraki and their Wars of Order. He scuffed his fingers along the stone, tasted the dust. Perhaps a century old, maybe more...

"We were six at first, and by the sixfold lot we chose an Elder, as the Rule in Absence requires. We raised the Suva for safekeeping, and the Vewa for shelter. Then we made provision for continued survival and labor, as the Rule in Absence requires. Therefore, Ka'o the Channeler initiated the making of Vuata."

He paused for a moment, amused at the word. These Matoran must have been from the central environs--or even from Metru Nui itself--to call it that. On the continent, they still preferred the archaic form, Vo-Ata, the Source of Energy...

"In the time that was to come, Vuata grew and became the body of our world, which sheltered and protected us. By Ka'o we offer this memory, and by Idda who went unto the Karda when it was threatened, though it broke the Rule in Absence. We offer this memory unto the Great Spirit. West from this pillar it can be seen. It will be with us always. It shall not be forgotten."

There was so much written here. Interesting to be sure, but too much to sift through. He focused and scanned the stone with his Mask of Memory instead, storing the visuals so that they could be more closely examined back home.

West from this pillar it can be seen. The line stuck in his mind. He turned and squinted toward the horizon. The sky was still bright at midday, and he cursed that he'd forgotten to bring the tinted lenses for his mask. Earth Toa weren't exactly known for their keen eyesight.

He walked back into the encampment. There seemed to be nothing else of interest for him here, and the day was getting on. Putting a finger to his mouth, he let out a shrill whistle and soon after the Nui-Kahu landed by the water nearby. He was preparing to mount up and begin the long, unpleasantly high-altitude journey back, when he stopped again.

Something was nagging at him. Something down there...beneath his feet. Deep in the earth, he could feel it now, or was it just his imagination?

Closing his eyes, he searched deeper. Not here...not there...no. Wait--there! A small source of heat in the bedrock, very deep. He traced it like a thread. Westward, out to sea.

But that wasn't all. There was something else down there too--something not made of earth. He could sense it by the absence it created, coiling around, following along the vein of magmatic pressure. The Kahu gave an unhappy screech as he abruptly waded into the surf to get a better read. Up to his waist, the waves buffeted him as he pushed his seismic senses to their limit. At last, he got a glimpse, saw the bigger picture. Yes, it was familiar.

Clouds covered the brightness of the sky for a moment, and his eyes snapped open. He could see a shape on the horizon. From above, he had thought it was just another island, maybe another volcano. But now he knew he was mistaken.

He returned to his flying mount and coaxed it back into the air. The scattered islands around the area were a wreck, washed clean by the violence of nature more than once...but never again, it would seem.

Vuata grew and became the body of our world

which sheltered and protected us.

Deep beneath the earth he had felt the stirring of roots, tangled in the veins and rivers of underground heat and drawing from their energy.

By Ka'o we offer this memory, and by Idda

who went unto the Karda when it was threatened

though it broke the Rule in Absence.

Mighty roots, choking the errant volcano into extinction and returning peace to the islands and the sea.

We offer this memory unto the Great Spirit.

West from this pillar it can be seen.

On the edge of the horizon it loomed, huge and unshakable. Dark branches lifted upward and outward across the ocean.

It will be with us always.

It shall not be forgotten.

[sparkles-oflight]

37 for bokris :)

It's short haha

37. Kissing without a motive

Laying on the living room's sofa of their apartment, Kris mindlessly scrolled through social media - lurking on people's stories - and sometimes chuckling at some mean comment he read.

Bojan was next to him with his legs on top of Kris' texting someone, then watching videos, and seemingly not paying attention to anything that was going on in the room.

And what was going on? Nothing, honestly.

They had arrived from London and we're finally having some alone time in their apartment again. It felt relaxing. It felt good.

Suddenly, Kris feels Bojan moving so he looked up. Next thing he knew, Bojan kissed him on the lips.

- Why? - Kris asked as Bojan sat down again and smiled

- Why not? - he blew him a kiss - I like to see you flustered.

- Uhm. - Kris smiled.

They went back to their devices, though Kris' heart was beating slightly faster - only slightly according to him. Bojan couldn't know that though.

[laurent-ofvere]

When will the nik Laurent cheating fic will be up??

when I get my shit together 😔✊🏼

[nessamist]

Ooh could you pretty please do Lottie or Misty yandere hcs 🥺😍(adult or teen)

LOTTIE MATTHEWS AND MISTY QUIGLEY YANDERE HEADCANONS (SEPARATE)

warnings: typical yandere behavior, nsfw

A/N: I decided on doing the adults since I feel more comfortable writing them!! but also bare with me because I’m not too good with writing yanderes

LOTTIE MATTHEWS

🕯️Lottie is probably on the kinder side, as far as yanderes go

🕯️if you aren’t already at the compound, she will likely kidnap you under the pretense of “keeping you safe” especially if she thinks you may have plans to harm yourself

🕯️definitely has a few of her trusted followers keep tabs on you throughout the entire day while she’s busy

🕯️ will go through your personal items you gave up just to learn a few things about you to bring up in conversation to draw you to her

🕯️your therapy sessions are almost always private with her, not wanting anyone else to see you in such a vulnerable state

🕯️uses the wilderness as an excuse to get you to do things for her. “the wilderness wants us to make love, to connect in the most intimate way possible, and how could we deny it that”

🕯️extremely possessive, but doesn’t show it, will simply cock an eyebrow while looking between you and the person you’re getting a little too friendly with (planning their sacrifice to the wilderness)

🕯️often likes to assign you to the “guidance” therapy section so she can see you undress to get into the sensory deprivation water tank

🕯️will put maca root in your drinks to “increase your libido” so she can ravish you

🕯️she is the type to carry a small vile of your blood on a bracelet

🕯️speaking of blood, if she started getting visions again she’d urge you to gift some of your blood to the wilderness, and if it gets bad, to indulge the wilderness in a hunt.

MISTY QUIGLEY

🌸 an obsessive yandere, definitely

🌸 100% stalking you, no question. she will find out everything about you as well

🌸 keeps a file in her home and a copy on her laptop of all the information she’s found out about you

🌸 will find out your work schedule and break into your house to set up cameras while you’re not there

🌸 will slash your tires and conveniently pull up to ask if you need a ride to wherever you need to go and this is where her plan fully starts, the plan to make you hers forever

🌸 she’ll act all innocent and sweet and at the end of the car ride, she’ll give you her number, just incase you “need a ride to get your car fixed” which you so graciously accept

🌸 she will continue to watch you through the cameras she installed, furious when you have company over, even more so if said company is a fuck buddy, because that should be her, not them

🌸 probably will touch herself while watching anyways

🌸 if you end up on a date, she will poison your drink so she has to take care of you, and will make sure you stay in bed so she can take care of you

🌸 like she did as a teen, she will subtly trip you so she has an excuse to touch you to help you up, chastising you for being so clumsy, “you really need to be more careful! how would you survive without me”

🌸 kidnapping is a last resort thing for misty, if she feels you may be pulling away and trying to cut her out of your life, she will kidnap you and go on a rant about how you need her and she needs you and you guys could be so happy together

🌸 would kill anyone for her darling, but would never kill you, atleast not intentionally, but she has a bad track record of keeping the ones she loves alive …

A/N: I hope these were good!! sorry Lottie’s was so short I really don’t have much to say about her as a yandere

[thickenmyblood]

hey maca! do you plan on posting the final chapter of hiuh in 2024 or will you wrap the whole thing up before 2023 ends?

hello! there's little i want more than to post the last two chapters this year, but i don't think that's going to happen. i am working on ch19 and have been for a while, but it is a very, very (did i say very?) long chapter and it needs some rewriting (we can thank ruth for that). rest assured that yes, the fic will be completed; no, i haven't and will never abandon it; yes, chapter 19 is coming (this year, no doubts about that).

this has been my only serious writing project for the past three years and i don't want to half-ass the ending in my rush to 1. deliver to you and 2. move on to something else. i am confident that i'll be able to finish editing, rewriting, writing, whatever ch19 soon.

i'm excited for what's to come and i hope you are too!

[somerabbitholes]

Hey, could you recommend some books/essays/articles on the potential Chinese hegemony-a deep dive into Chinese politics? Thanks a bunch, and have a great day <3

hi! i don't know where you're writing from, so i must warn you that a lot of these involve implications for india.

Fateful Triangle by Tanvi Madan: a history of how US-India relations were shaped by the relationship of either with China during the Cold War; looks into the motivations of all countries involved

Belt and Road by Bruno Macaes: about the Belt and Road Initiative (BRI), its economic, strategic, and soft power dimensions and how China sees the project

The Long Game by Vijay Gokhale: specifically about how China negotiates with India; especially insightful because he used to be the ambassador to China. Also see his After Tiananmen, which is about the directions that China took after 1989

China After Mao by Frank Dikotter: charts the reform in China starting in the 1970s; looks into the validity of the idea of "opening up"; looks at how the market works within the society and within the bounds of the Party

The Great Game in the Buddhist Himalayas by Phunchok Stobdan: studies China's and India's operations for strategic dominance in the Himalayas; looks at how the region became such a contentious one

Also just some articles/essays/papers:

China's Expanding Influence in the UN System by Gateway House

Chinese Investments in South Asia by Amit Bhandari

The China Trap by Jessica Chen Weiss

China's Hidden Tech Revolution by Dan Wang

China's Latin American Power Play by Julio Armando Guzman

South Korea's Slow Pivot to China by Amlan Dutta

Hope that helps!

[savoytrufflephd]

ayo I don't even go here (not involved in whatever fight ur fighting) but deflecting someone calling Laurentiis abusive (which he was. he was toxic.) by calling their comment abusive is a little...ironic, isn't it? Uhm. Follow your own advice? They didn't say anyrhing disparaging you...like at all. lmfao. grow up, perhaps?

You are correct, I was not disparaged, nor did I claim to be.

I wrote:

If a piece of fanfiction makes you so angry that you feel the need to send abusive anonymous comments to the author and/or ask that author to pass on your comment “correcting” the opinion of a reader writing about that story, you should probably stop reading that fic.

I named two distinct actions that would indicate one is angry enough that one ought to stop reading a fic:

Sending abusive anonymous comments to the author.

Asking the author to pass on a comment correcting the opinion of a reader who posted about the story.

The first of these has happened to @thickenmyblood several times that they have shared, and many other times that they have not. The comments have not just disparaged their story, but have disparaged them as a person. I do consider that abusive, though obviously on a spectrum where the consequences are much less severe than other types of abuse.

I feel strongly that anonymous and personally disparaging comments sent on social media are a form of abuse.

It makes me angry that Maca experiences this form of abuse for a piece of artistic expression. It is all the more frustrating because I believe the criticisms of the work itself are not well founded. And, yes, I do think it is ironic that the content of the anonymous comments I consider abusive is about Laurent being abusive.

I do not know if the anonymous person who took Action #2 has also taken Action #1 in the past. Because they are anonymous. But sending a criticism of a fic to a third party through the author is passive aggressive at best. In any case, I wished to make clear that I don't think either action is warranted when the more obvious answer is to close the tab.

I am not claiming to have been the target of abuse. I did, however, feel I was being called out for my opinion on a piece of fanfiction. After all, the person specifically requested that the ask be forwarded to me because they could not make the ask here. So when Maca sent me the ask, I answered it here by detailing my interpretation of HIUH Laurent using textual references.

I do not think posting 5K words on the topic of whether Laurent is abusive and what that means in the context of HIUH and Captive Prince canon constitutes a deflection, but YMMV.

Am I feeling particularly salty because of some obnoxious holiday family drama? Yes. Yes, I am.

But I don't apologize for defending Maca. (Though Maca has never asked for me to do so.) And I answered the ask I was given. Quite thoroughly.

[da-proti-toku-grem]

kiss ask: 8 bojure:))

This idea popped into my mind the moment I read this request and I literally couldn't wait to finally write it, so... hope you like it as much as I loved writing it 🫶

Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss

8. …in secrecy.

Bojan and Jure had been dating for... well, quite a while now.

That didn't mean everyone knew about it, though. In fact, no one did.

Bojan still laughed every time he remembered the conversation that had led them to this situation.

They were lying on the couch at Jure's house after what had started as a friend's get-together but had ended up being their first date. Jure was lying on his back on the couch, Bojan lying on top of him, his head resting on the drummer's chest and their legs entangled with each other. The blond was running his fingers through his now boyfriend's hair, delicately untangling the knots that had been formed in it over the course of the evening, when the singer spoke up.

“Do you think we should tell the guys already or...?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

It's not that he was afraid of not being accepted. At the end of the day, they knew their friends would be more than supportive of their decision and would most likely be very happy for them, but he wanted to know that the other was ready to make the move as well. They were together, after all.

“Actually, I was thinking…” began Jure, letting out a little chuckle before continuing, “What if we don't tell them anything and wait to see how long it takes for them to figure it out?”

Bojan seemed to think about it for a moment and then giggled. “Okay, that could be fun.”

“Who do you think is going to be the first to notice?”

“Oh, probably Nace. He's always looking after everyone, he'll notice for sure,” the brunet stated.

“Nace? Nah, he's too busy staring at Jan,” Jure said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Bojan let out an amused chuckle. “My money’s on Kris - that man knows everything. I can literally feel him looking at me like he knows all my secrets every time I do something.”

“The Guštin Stare,” they both exclaimed at the same time, bursting into laughter right away.

Once the laughter subsided, the singer propped himself up with his hands on either side of Jure's torso, looking him in the eye.

“Though I can't assure you it's going to take them too long to figure it out,” he smiled, licking his lip.

“Uhmm and why's that?” The drummer asked, his hands coming to rest on Bojan's ass, squeezing it teasingly and giving him his big sunshine smile.

“Well, you see... I don't think I'll be able to keep my hands off you now that you're all mine,” Bojan whispered, his lips ghosting against the older's.

“Oh yeah? I guess there's only one way to find out then,” Jure declared, closing the distance between them with a kiss that made Bojan feel warm all over.

It turns out that Bojan had been wrong.

After two months in which they hadn't been all that subtle – holding hands, using affectionate nicknames, cuddling on the studio couch or backstage before and after concerts, occasionally sharing kisses, hugging each other from behind, or arriving at a rehearsal together with hickeys that clearly screamed "we spent the night together" being a few examples of how the weeks had gone by – neither of them had mentioned a single word about it.

Okay, it’s not like they were full-on making out in front of them, and yeah, they all did kiss each other every now and then just because, but come on… They couldn’t be that oblivious, could they?

Except apparently, they could.

After another successful concert, everyone was hanging out backstage. Jure was talking about something with Kiki, while Bojan was having a conversation with Damon.

What was the conversation about, you might wonder. Well, Bojan wouldn't know the answer to that question, if he was being completely honest. Not when his eyes couldn't stop wandering over to the blond across the room, shirtless and wearing big chains on his torso, his hair disheveled and eyeliner a bit messy.

He looked so damn good, and Bojan needed to do something about it ASAP.

Taking advantage of a moment when Damon turned to say something to Kris, Bojan excused himself and walked over to where the drummer was standing.

“Jure, honey, can you come with me for a moment, please?” Bojan asked as soon as he was by his side.

“Comin’ baby,” beamed Jure.

Once they were out of the common room, the singer grabbed him by the hand, dragging him along the corridors at a somewhat hurried pace.

“Where are you taking us, pup?” asked Jure, but he got no answer from the brunet, who seemed to be too busy looking for something.

As soon as he found what he was looking for – what had turned out to be an empty room – Bojan quickly dragged him inside, shutting the door behind them.

Before his brain could register it, Jure found himself with his back leaning against the door, Bojan's arms on either side of his face and his lips pressed against his in a fierce, hungry kiss, their tongues dancing together in a now all too familiar rhythm.

Quicker than Jure would have pleased, Bojan broke the kiss, starting a trail of kisses and nibbles down his jaw towards his neck, the soft, wet touch of his lips contrasting with the almost sharp graze of his teeth against his skin.

The singer grabbed a bit of skin in an area where he knew Jure was quite sensitive, pulling it a little between his teeth; not enough to leave a mark – after all, they still had more gigs to play and he knew that the ever shirtless drummer wearing a turtleneck on stage would raise suspicions – but enough to make the blond's knees go weak.

“Fuck, Bojan,” he breathed out, tilting his head back against the door to grant him more access.

“God, do you know what you're doing to me?” the other muttered, grabbing his hand and guiding it so he could feel his dick already half-hard inside his pants, causing Jure to draw in a shaky breath. “All day without getting to touch you, feel you, and having to see you like this, looking so fucking hot, just for me… but they don't know that, do they?” Bojan continued, his mind hazy with want.

And Jure wanted to tell him, to let him know that yes, it's just for you and you're driving me crazy too and please don't stop, you're making me feel so good, but the moment was cut short when they heard footsteps in the hallway.

Startled, Bojan stopped his actions and pulled away slightly. Jure's hands came to rest on the younger's shoulder blades, pulling him close again, warm bodies pressing against each other, trying to catch their breath as they waited for the footsteps to move away.

“You weren't completely wrong I guess,” said Jure, still a little out of breath.

“What?” Bojan asked, confused.

“About not being able to keep your hands off me,” he teased.

“Well yeah, I warned you,” Bojan smiled, his thumbs rubbing circles on either side of Jure's waist. “About the other part though…”

“They are really oblivious, aren't they?” Jure laughed, amused. “Like, okay, I understand Jan and Nace because they’re too deep into each other’s asses to even notice whatever is going on around them; but Kris?!”

“At this point I think we'll have to fuck in front of them or something for them to realize we're together,” joked the singer.

“I mean…”

“No. Stop there.”

“Just saying… Maybe they're into that,” he shrugged.

“We're not having sex in front of our friends, muca,” Bojan stated, a hint of a blush creeping up his cheeks.

“A blowjob?”

“Jureee.”

“Okay, okay, fine,” Jure said, raising his hands in surrender and making them both burst into laughter.

masterlist | ao3

[macabrecabra]

And right on schedule, a new chapter for this beast! Only seven chapters left to go! 

[macawritesupdates]

WRITING UPDATE 4/24/2024 This week the priority is Yuuji Files and Malevolence of Love for updates. Yuuji Files has been dragging as ...made the mistake of writing dialect and now have to keep referencing to keep it going and it is a pain to do ; w ; hopefully will be worth it for readers!

Malevolence of Love I'm very excited to write the next chapters! Just a matter of keeping focused. Going to write the next three chapters in one sitting to give it a big update. Next three requests though will be up soon! Nearly done with the next three. Next chapter of A Well Executed Failure might get an update tomorrow! Lessons in Accidental Seduction is going to get a next chapter soon as it is my stress relief fic to write and boy howdy do I need it 83 Careful About What You Joke About also should get a quick update as next chapter progressing well. Mirrored Lived is getting update soon! Chapter is done, but needs some heavy edits Historically Inaccurate I am planning to work on this weekend when I have a longer chunk of time to sit down and give it proper attention <3

[emilixthefox]

           "This is a contract or an exchange. Do you want me to go over the demands before you sign it?" Wukong frowned and looked over at Macaque who was angrily looking away. Both of them had been brought here against their will for an agreement. All they were told was that this was an agency for divine beings and their enemies. 

         And MK found out about it from Red Son. Wukong looked back over to the woman sitting in front of him, he just wanted to get his over with. Macaque sighed looking out the window, the only reason he came here was he was just curious. But now he had lost interest, contracts were just empty words. There was no way Wukong would keep his word.

          "No, we'll just sign it." Macaque looked at Wukong raising his eyebrow at him. Since when did he agree to sign it? Before Macaque could put a word of disagreement the lady began talking again. "Wonderful." She handed them empty pens and smiled at them. Macaque and Wukong looked at each other, how were they supposed to sign it if the pens had no ink?

            "I don't think you can write with an inkless pen." Macaque's smile faded when the woman's  smile grew a bit. Wukong's tail swung nervously as he looked back at Macaque and the woman. He had an idea of what the ink was. "Your blood is the ink." She pointed to her finger as Macaque froze in shock, Wukong frowned but looked at his finger. 

           He could leave if he wanted to and forget about this but that would disappoint the kid. Macaque let out a growl at her then noticed Wukong putting the tip of the pen in his finger out of the corner of his eye. The pen began sucking out a golden blood from Wukong's finger. Wukong removed it after what seemed enough to write with. He shivered, it felt weird and everyone was staring at him.

          Macaque swallowed and did the same as him. After signing the contract the paper turned white and vanished, so did the pens. The woman clapped her hands together, smiling. "As you know the contract will end two weeks from now. If that isn't enough time, come talk to us." Macaque and Wukong just left after that. 

            Wukong and Macaque sat on a bench outside the agency's office. They both were wondering what the other one had put on the contract. "So Wukong what do you want from that contract?" Wukong looked at him confused, he thought Macaque was the one who chose. "Didn't  you write it?" Macaque looked over at him, also confused, then it hit them. "MK." 

          Wukong groaned and leaned over facepalming into his hands. Macaque rubbed his forehead and soon got up. They had no idea what the heck MK had put on there and now they had to go ask. "Come on 'Great Sage'." To his surprise Wukong actually got up when he told him to. Wukong froze in horror, his body just moved on its own. 

          Macaque began to walk into the building not caring if Wukong was behind him or not. Wukong stumbled as his body unwillingly followed Macaque inside. "Maca-!" Wukong was really starting to worry, finally he could move on his own once he was by Macaque. Macaque had talked to someone and was able to get a copy of the contract.

           Macaque turned around and was surprised to see Wukong right next to him. Macaque ignored it though and began reading. Macaque had been reading for two minutes, his eyes widened and looked at an unhappy Wukong. From what he was reading he could tell Wukong to do whatever he wanted to do and in return he just had to take care of him.

           Macaque had told him to follow him, so in theory Wukong should follow him. Macaque walked away and looked behind him to see a Wukong following him. Wukong's eye and tail twitched in annoyance at him. "Let me guess it said something like 'I have to follow every word you say'." 

          Wukong growled at him, he knew that look, nothing good could come from it. Macaque grinned at him and thought of what he should do with him.

(What should WE do with Wukong owo)

[sparkles-oflight]

Leonor! I just realised that there is a (high?) chance that we get to see/hear Kris singing ngvot live in Madrid with our own eyes and I'm...not okay

I just remembered I still need to buy bus tickets 💀

Honestly, I will melt if that happens, but I also want you to be next to me so that I can hug you during ASTP and cry

[laurent-ofvere]

can you use your bff privilages and bully maca into updating hiuh please and thank you 🙏

I've called I've texted I've voice noted I've begged I've blackmailed I've bribed I've tried it all she is IMPOSSIBLE