#sorry i was just rambling with no line of thought lolol

[imperiuswrecked]

How would you describe Jim Hammond's character? Please and thank you.

JIM!!! I love Jim very much, and thank you for letting me wax poetic about his character. I love so many things about the character but to describe him I would say that the surface level is not who the character is. Many other characters and fans look at Jim like he's the nice guy, he's chill and laid back but that's only because he's often in the presence of Namor who anyone would look very calm next to, lol.

So I often feel there's two eras of Jim's character, the Golden Age/Invaders Jim who is much more fiery and cheeky. He's more hotheaded and I feel a lot of it ties into him being very new to the world so it hasn't worn him down yet and he's very curious during this era, like a puppy who can set things on fire. However the second era of Jim's character has a more somber air to him, like he's been through A LOT, he's been through so much. Being deactivated and reactivated and killed and brought back quite a few times that by the time we get to what is my favorite times of Jim (The Torch/Secret Avengers/All New Invaders) he is just "Old Man" vibes, like all he wants is to pet his cats and live a good life but he can't stay away from super heroics.

Jim is a good man with a good heart but he's often lost in his own thoughts about the world, his place in it, and what it means to be human. It's why Marvel has Frankenstein's Monster or Pinocchio references to Jim because he is looking for his soul or wants to be a real human. Jim's character arc is often tied to his humanity and whether or not he has a soul or is human. It's also tied to the fact he self scarifies himself to save the world or his friends.

Jim is a good man but also he won't hesitate to do something like burn Hitler to death, or threaten to give someone cancer because they killed his friend. So like I said, the surface of easy smiles, quiet, good guy Jim doesn't show his whole character, and because Jim was programmed to absorb behaviors and knowledge from the people around him and I feel a lot of his good cheer comes from his son, Toro. WHO I SHOULD MENTION IS A MATCHED SET, YOU DO NOT SEPARATE, BRING BACK TORO TO JIM MARVELLLL!!! I seriously LOVE Jim and Toro being a family and need more of it. But yeah getting back to Jim, like most times his bastardy cheeky side comes out when he's around Namor.

Namor says Jim brings out the best in him but I feel the opposite is also true, that Namor brings out the asshole side of Jim, like he's all nice to other people but Namor can handle his real personalty and it's just very interesting to me to see that.

So what I feel most of Marvel gets wrong about Jim is that they keep calling him an Android but imo Jim isn't just your run of the mill Android, and I wish Marvel would go back to calling him The Synthetic Man, again because it's much more interesting than lumping Jim in with a bunch of other androids. That also includes ditching the whole "robot insides" they often do, and make up something more interesting for the Horton Cells.

Ok, because this is getting long, let me wrap up, because otherwise I would go on. lol.

I see Jim's character as a still pool of water, where you think you know everything but it's much deeper than you would think and it's just fascinating to me because usually characters who are associated with fire have this trope of being too hotheaded and impulsive but Jim is an old man, a dad, and grandfather type to all the kids (and cats) he manages to collect.

And if you haven't read it then PLEASE read Marvel (2020) #6 because it's so sad and I love it very much. Also one last thing, this is my favorite art of Jim! Art by Mukesh Singh

[theragethatisdesire]

hiiii rage! in scary dog privilege, you mentioned eren was already into reader in college- why did he wait so long to let his feelings out? did he ever come close to crossing the line before the night of the party?

hiiiii nonny<3<3<3

sorry i just got around to this! so my thoughts are as follows:

firstly i think it was just the typical “i’m scared to let this person know how i feel bc what if i lose them?”/“am i good enough for this person who i’ve loved platonically for a long time?” and the general squeamishness of not knowing for certain that your feelings are returned. not to mention reader had jean around for awhile…..also i picture eren just not being super emotionally aware and while he knew he wanted to fuck reader in college idk if he realized he actually had feelings for her til later. i imagine her dating jean sort of snapped it into place for him? it’s mentioned that he’s sort of a fuck boy so i think esp in his college era the “sex” and “emotion” parts of his brain are miles away from each other lolol

secondly i def think he’s subtle when they’re alone…….like it’ll cross his mind for sure but he doesn’t necessarily act on it. i imagine they’re very touchy. he’s always got her feet in his lap and plays with her hair and lets her pop his zits lol i think he’s really interested in the more intimate touches than the sexual when they’re alone bc that’s what’s new and exciting for him.

sdp is supposed to be like he …. got fed up and snapped, ykwim? and reader did too, ofc, but i think eren’s fantasies about them getting together were a lot…mushier and more romantic than it turned out even if it was hot hahahaha i def think he feels conflicted ab the way it played out when it happens….

i’m not going to keep rambling bc this turned out so long winded hehehe but thank u for the ask!!!!!! <3 i do love sdp eren sometimes okay

[muff1nqwq]

sorry i havent been around in a while, things have gotten crazy, im sure you get it. my first day of being a sophmore (10th grader) starts tomorrow and while im not extremely nervous it is also 11:50 at night and i have to wake up at 6:15, ignore the specific time as it is never specific, its an estimate at best.

i have this thing called band camp that has been going on for the last couple of days. basically i play my trumpet (her name is Margaret) for 4 hours in preparation for football season (im in the band, we have to play at football games) idk where you are ofc, so to clarify, this is american football. the concussion sport.

i picked up tarot reading and it's super silly, i would recommend. its funny to think that the cards are supposed to have their own personality. id say that i dont see it, but they told me to shut up once, sassy ass cards...

i havent been hurting myself as much because of how busy i am + how cold it is. a thing about me is that i cannot ever cvt when its cold. maximum discomfort. 0/10 stars. not funky fresh.

my ex and i started talking less often and im kinda glad it happened, which might be mean to say, considering were friends still, but theres so much to do, to worry about that i can barely keep up with things.

anyways, i think thats most of it. btw if you ever dont know how to respond to one of my rambles, id love it if you might just add your own story? about anything!!!! i like hearing from you!

— rin

hiya Rin :DDD I missed u!!

GL in school!! I'm gonna b a Freshman this year and I'm excited-nervous abt it... At least its gonna b the same ppl ( even though the principal warned us abt a rush of new students, but its better than going 2 a brand new school ) I gotta fix my sleep schedule so bad, I stay up till 3am and wake up at noon :'3

:0000 IM IN BAND TOO :DD I play clarinet :3 ( btw I love how u called football the "concussion sport" XDDDD )

Tarot reading sounds so cool :000 i rlly like astrology and numerology ( I'm an Aquarius :3 )

4 me it's still hot af here, even though snow melted like 3 weeks b4 summer break :> but yesterday I went 2 go walk my doggo and right as we were turning back, it started raining, and my dumbass didn't bring a jacket and I was wearing an oversized T-shirt and shorts, so I was running ( in flip-flops ) 4 ten mins in the rain tryna get back 2 my house lolol X'3

That sounded like a line from a book I read a few yrs ago XD ( but I hope ur still finding time 4 urself :) )

A few nights ago I was rlly, RLLY hyped up 4 highschool... Same school, few new kids, new teachers, maybe a new rep... Then I thought abt what my rep would b like. I mean tbh I don't mind if I'm known as a weirdo furry theatre kid, but last yr my ex-bestie spread nasty rumours bout me, manipulate me and my friend group, and overall make everyone avoid me. At least my friends knew what she's all abt and stuck w me 4 the whole yr, but like... What if the rumours spread 2 the new kids and bad stuff happen?? So then I stayed up thinking bout that and at 2am I multiswiped 10 times and I named the cvt Jeffo :3 ( I haven't cvt in weeks cuz I didn't have many Band-Aids left )

Have a good day Rin :DDD

-Muffin

[randomveyn]

How do you think Shuhei hisagi would deal with going to the world of the living and him meeting a human and he develops a crush on this human (shinigami and human’s aren’t usually together, so the drama!), they get along well and this human thinks he’s really funny and sweet? They have come across his terrible musical playing, haven’t liked it, but they’re still supportive of him getting better too. This crush enjoys seeing his artsy side. (Dude has no chance with Rangiku xD so).

this is…so sweet and sad at the same time 💔 cuz i can totally see shuhei as someone who gets attached easily.

✨ super long rambles under the cut ✨

human!reader just walks up to him one day and calls him handsome, complimenting his tattoos. his punk ass face gets blushy and smitten in seconds lolol but he truly appreciates it. like he thought he comes off as scary and aloof, so he never imagined anyone would find him attractive. bonus point if they tells him his scars makes him look manly, he's insecure abt them 🥺

then he starts to hang around them more because cut this man some slacks. poor baby shuhei was so busy and tired running the squad all by himself.

cook him dinner, invite him over for a movie night, buy him new leather jackets okayy? 🥺 he forgot when was the last time he actually felt safe and secured around someone. (kaname rlly broke his heart so put them back for him pls) and omg his guitar playing lol deep down inside he knows he's kinda bad at it so the fact that reader takes the time to listen to it, he's crying river inside. ╥﹏╥

sadly, it's like what you said, shinigami and humans don't end up together. (idk if it's forbidden or just…physically not possible?) he probably doesn't realize he's crossing the line until his muguruma-taicho come back and whip his ass back to senses. shuhei was too drowned in the comfort that reader provides him that he doesn't realize it's love.

he'd be upset and conflicted once he realized his feelings for them. in one hand, he doesn't want to give up on his rs with them, but he also couldn't just leave his squad and responsibilities as a shinigami. (can we talk abt how hard he worked to get into the academy)

now, rangiku-san comes in handy bc her coping mechanism is drinking and that's how she comforts her friends too. shuhei is gonna get all drunk and teary, browsing through his album of their photos together and wailing for another bottle of sake. 😔 kira probably disapprove this kind of rs, but he couldn't bear to sees his senpai in this state. (these three really know what it means to go through a heartbreak again, don't they?)

eventually, kira would be the one who seek them out and break the truth to reader. he'd tell them about the shinigami, soul society, hollow and everything. he thinks reader deserve to know that much, if shuhei is serious about their rs and future together.

if reader decides that they can accept him for who he is and are willing to work around it, kira would bring them to the soul society to meet him. shuhei would be devastated when they see him in his shihakusho and his katana. (worse, if he released his kazeshini) but no worries, flash him a warm smile, give him reassuring hugs, tell him he's worthy and enough and deserve love ahsjdjdkkdldhdjdkd 😫💗

now everyone would be happily cheering for their reconciliation in the background. (shinji might have to restrains a certain white haired mohawk from chewing anyone's head off tho)

okayyy thats all i have to say. sorry for the rambles but this was a good talk. i rlly have to stop here before i bring up the whole gotei 13 to react to this. (i got overboard and forgot this was supposed to be how shuhei react 💀)

[bentokisses]

Hopelessness.

h!asmodeus x TC!male!mc

cw; DC (d/s dynamic, sado-masochism, little prep&lube, age gap, name calling, spitting), ive never written smut before, probs non-canon Asmo, uses of “Daddy”, temporary bar setting, non-consensual videoing, blackmail, aftercare??

a/n; THIS IS EMBARRASSING TO POST....any feedback is welcomed and encouraged (less your just being an ass)... some scenes are a bit convoluted probably... pls enjoy at least a little lolol. 

Asmodeus entered your classroom, skin radient and flawless under the dimming sun. it was around 5p.m., a few days before winter break. Asmodeus’s neck was wrapped in a fluffy white scarf, something you’ve never seen him in.

you eyed him as he entered, raising a brow. “Asmodeus… it’s quite late, is it not?” you were stood by your desk, cleaning up and preparing to head home.

“Sorry, sir!” he said, smiling nonetheless. “i thought you’d be on your way out! i have a question for you!” he walked over to your desk, resting a hand on the faux wood. “i know i’m your student… and it’s bad to ask… but…” he jutted out his lip, resting a hand on the fibers of his scarf, “would you like to go share a drink with me?”

you paused in your tracks, looking up from the files you were re-organizing. “i’m sorry… come again?”

He blushed, another sight you’ve never seen, “i wanna get a drink with you! i’ll pay!”

“Asmodeus, I’m your teacher,” you tried to be stern.

“I kno-w!” he drew out his words, crossing his hands over his chest, pouting. his lips glimmered with a glittery lip gloss. “just say yes! pretend you met me on Tinder or something!”

you sigh, rubbing the bridge of your nose, “i suppose just once wont be too bad.” you wanted- no, NEEDED a drink. your head hurt from your last classes extra immaturity- they acted like a group of highschoolers.

Asmodeus rested his head on your shoulder, rambling about how annoying his brothers had been during the council meeting. you listened, silent, cold drink in your hand accompanying the burning in your stomach. Asmodeus’ uniform tie was loose, as was yours, he’d pulled the fluffy scarf off and rested it on the seat beside him.

Asmodeus sipped on the fruit-flavored cocktail he’d bought, eyebrows narrowed. Eventually, he gave up on chatting. he, slightly aggressively, set his now empty glass on the table. “sir~! i wanna go home with you!” he pleaded, pouting. “its so cold in here, i wanna get cuddled up in your bed!” he leaned close to you before speaking his next words, “i’ll let you do whatever you want to me.”

you pretended to be irritated by his advance, though, accepted, and you helped him get ready to go to your home. you even tied up his scarf, so he wouldn’t get cold! how sweet.

Asmodeus snooped around your room for a moment, before you interrupted his search with a harsh command.

“you said i could do what i want, so, take your clothes off.”

his face reddened, but he obliged. his movements were slow and seductive, and he made sure to taunt you.

you gripped his bare shoulder, pushing him onto the neatly made bed. he stared up at you, smiling softly through his lust.

you scoff, “your such a pervert. getting so hard over your teacher…” you run your hand across his slim thigh, before grabbing both his legs and pushing them against his chest. he whines at the movement. You spit on your fingers, stuffing them into his hole without warning; he moans, whimpering out a plea for you to “be gentle”, but you knew he didn’t need your gentleness. he was a whore, who did whatever for any pleasure he could get.

you prepped his hole, him moaning girlishly throughout. once you decided it was enough, you unzip your pants and line yourself up with his hole. he shifts his legs over your shoulders, staring up at you, “Daddy? are you gonna use any lu-“

you cut him off with a harsh thrust into his hole, resulting in a girlish yelp from Asmodeus.

“d-daddyyy! it hurts!” he whined, gripping onto the comforter below him.

you grit your teeth, ignoring him. you thrust in and out of him. he moans, tearing up, and continuing to plead for you to “pull out” and whining about how he “can’t take it, it hurts!” and, “its too big!”

you continue to ignore him, fucking him into the sheets as he pleaded for you to “slow down”. his face was red and damp with tears, a sight you would treasure forever. a sight you wanted to preserve, not just in your feeble memory.

you took your phone out of your pocket, opening up the camera. you grin, sadistically at the sight through the lens. hes to lost in his own painful humiliation to notice you taking photos- and then, a video, of his pathetic pleading. you continued to rough up his hole until you spill your seed into his ass, which you make sure to catch on tape- a short clip of your cum spilling out of his puffy hole, and his own cum coating his stomach. 

hes a mess under you, panting. you rub a hand on his blush-coated face. his skin is soft and well taken care of, as you expected from him. he gazes up at you, smiling gently, then noticing the camera in your hand. he looks worried.

“did- did you record th-that?” he asks, reaching up to grab your phone away.

you turn the device off, stuffing it into your pocket. you hold his hands, gently, leaning down to kiss his face.

“i did, but i wont show it to anyone. less, you decide to act out of line… how do you think your brothers would react to seeing you getting fucked?”

Asmodeus blushes, avoiding a response.

you pick him up, carrying him to the bathroom that extends off the bedroom. he holds his arms around your neck as you carry him. he nuzzles into your neck. you set him in the tub and run the water for him. you go to leave to find something for him to wear, but he whines for your attention as you place your hand on the door handle.

“What is it?” you turn to him.

“i want you to stay with me, sir!”

you sigh, turning around. you take a seat beside the bathtub.

“you... you aren’t gonna show anyone that...recording, right?” he asks, looking at you with worry in his eyes. 

“Of course not. it’s only here for myself to look back at.” you dip your hand into the bath, checking the waters temperature. 

“are you gonna join me?” Asmodeus asks, smiling, almost tauntingly. 

you laugh, “Do you want me too?” 

Asmodeus approaches your desk first thing the next morning. he’s grinning, more then his normal peppy smile. “G’morning, sir!” 

“Morning, Asmodeus,” you look up from the papers on your desk. 

Asmodeus leans over your desk, close to your face, “I had fun last night,” his voice was low. 

“Mm, why don’t we spend time together again soon?” You look into his eyes. 

he nods, smiling wider.

[slasherbastard]

Brahms and

“I am damaged.”

(Gives me Heathers vibes lolol)

(gif credit: toloveakiwi)

Warnings: Angst. A lot of Angst, swearing, suicide mention Word count: 2112 Notes: I was this close to writing a bad ending with the manor burning down but I felt bad for Brahms in this one - ALSO if you read this before I edited the first paragraph I’m sorry for the confusion lmao

A fresh start was what you needed. You managed to get away from your family once you took a job across the country as an accountant but you got lost on what felt like a never ending road heading to the middle of nowhere. When you first discovered the Manor it was by accident. You’d been walking for who knows how long among roads surrounded by trees, scared you’d eventually end up trespassing onto someone’s property - but instead you found yourself outside big open gothic gates.

The sun was starting to set and you tried calling out to whoever might’ve been inside the house behind the black spiked fences for a good half hour before going against your morals and just going inside. That’s when you discovered a few odd things. You didn’t know whether to start on the fact that there was drying blood on the floor or the chalk-like substance beside it next to the broken glass belonging to the mirror on the wall, it was a lot to take in.

You assumed that whoever was in the house had decided to flee or maybe someone had broken in - not counting yourself - it was a bit much to think about considering the fact that you were tired as hell and just wanted to sleep. You saw some bunched up blankets and pillows on the couch just feet away from what looked like a legitimate crime scene and decided that sleeping would be a terrible idea, but you were so tired that once again your morals were abandoned as you passed out curled on the white couch cuddling up to the blanket.

That morning, you met the man in the porcelain mask.

You watched him with wide eyes and worried yourself with thoughts of him hurting you and the blood puddle from last night flashed like a ‘life before your eyes’ memory as you tried to imagine what this large figure could do to you - not sexually, although those thoughts were close behind. He got close and as much as the mask creeped you out and you prayed you were dreaming, he didn’t turn hostile, instead he just asked for your name in a high pitched child-like voice.

“Y-Y/N. I am so sorry if I intruded - do you live here? I was just getting ready to go if-”

“No. Stay.” Stay?

“I can explain, sir. I was just so tired and the gates were open and I just needed to-” You gripped your head as an ache hit, you couldn’t tell whether or not it was caused by your own rambling or if it was from the confusion of the events you’d witnessed and were witnessing.

The man - who you later found out was named Brahms - explained as little as you’d wanted. A doll and a list of rules, why? Who knows? Definitely not you, he just expected you to roll with it and so you did. You were a little scared of him so you decided to follow the rules if it meant keeping you alive.

Cut to a few weeks down the line. You’re still living in this gothic daydream of a house with a mysterious man who gave you Phantom of the Opera vibes, things were surprisingly going well for you. For example, you weren’t dead and as weird as it sounded, you and Brahms were now a thing.

Was it weird kissing porcelain lips rather than real ones? Yes. Was it weird falling asleep next to that face? Yes. Was it weird how he never took that damn mask off unless your eyes were covered? Yes. But you managed to deal with it.

When you said you wanted a fresh start this isn’t what you had in mind but weren’t really complaining at the same time. At last, you were happy. You always dreamed of living away from everyone in a cottage in the woods where your only responsibility was to bake bread and not worry about anything, and this was just as close as you were gonna get to that - a manor, where your only responsibility was to care for Brahms. He’s so mysterious, it makes you feel something that you couldn’t explain. But as weird and unexplainable as it truly was to you, you were still happy.

However, things started going sour after an incident that occurred after lunch one day. Brahms’ had woken up on the wrong side of the bed and he was constantly throwing tantrums over the smallest things. You’d just finished the dishes and Brahms was sulking around the dining room table shoving at the chairs and kicking the table legs every time he passed one.

You were growing sick of him and threw the dirty rag you were holding onto the counter and squawked at the older man. “Brahms! What is your problem?”

He stopped and looked up at you for a few seconds before a string of apologies fell out of your mouth, as genuine as they were they also seemed so shallow as you watched Brahms’ eyes. You weren’t standing close enough to see any twitches or expression in those eyes, but you did see what looked to be tears. It broke you.

That’s when Brahms started growing distant. Usually he loved being around you and lived and breathed you but now it just feels like the real Brahms is actually dead and haunting you. You thought It’d blow over in a few days - or in Brahms’ case, a few hours - but it didn’t. He continued to just linger like a ghost, you could feel him watching you but he’d never speak a word and if you tried to initiate a conversation with him he’d disappear.

He began spending more time in the walls and his side of the bed was now occupied by nothing, growing cold. His guilt from the other day was eating him alive and you weren’t actually sure if he’d been eating either since the meals you left him in the freezer stayed there. It worried you, but you couldn’t get through to him, which made you even more worried.

---

That night you heard a loud bang come from downstairs and quickly sat up, swinging your legs over your bed and onto the floor you pushed yourself up and ran for the bedroom door. You opened it then stopped before going back in to grab your phone, switching the phone’s light on then making your way downstairs as quickly as you could. Brahms was on the floor, the fridge was open, and the pot of spaghetti you made for dinner was now sprawled across the kitchen floor. Brahms looked up at you and you expected to see shame in his eyes, but they looked dead instead - Not as if he didn’t regret his mistake or that he didn’t care, but he just seemed dead inside.

You knelt down beside him and reached for him but before you could say his name he was up and running for the closest entrance to the walls. “BRAHMS!” You called after him but he didn’t stop, so you ran after him. Being in the walls for the first time was weird but all those feelings felt as if they were miles away while Brahms was racing through your mind even quicker, he seemed to be moving faster as if he were trying to get away from you. You continued calling after him until he turned a corner into his loft and stopped dead in the middle of the room. He didn’t turn to meet your eyes or talk, he just stood there with his back to you looking down at the floor.

You took a few seconds to watch him just in case he was planning on doing something but he didn’t, he just stood there. You tried to step forward and reach for him but your limbs stayed put, so you let out the breath you’d been holding in. “Brahms, please.” Your words were shaky as you tried not to cry. “I told you, I’m sorry for raising my voice at you. I didn’t-”

You stopped when Brahms slowly turned to you - a part of you was relieved that he’d finally stopped ignoring you - and said those three words. “I am damaged.”

Neither of you spoke as you tried to collect your words but you couldn’t find the right words. “What?”

“I am damaged.”

“No you’re not Brahms-”

“YES I AM!” He raised his voice and you took a few steps back, bumping into the wall. “I am a monster.”

You were very confused at this moment, you thought Brahms was mad at you for yelling at him but he was mad at himself? You took a step forward but he took a step back, purposefully trying to keep some distance between the two of you.

“I’m a monster.”

“Brahms you are not a monster. You are not damaged, you’re not bad.” You tried to convince him as he began rummaging through a box on the floor, you began biting down on your thumbnail softly as he picked up what looked to be a news article and shoved it into your chest with a slight bit of force.

You looked down and grabbed the newspaper as he went to let go and you began reading. “I killed her.”

You clicked your tongue as you tried to take in this new information, you were finally starting to realise why he held so much back from you, especially when it came to his past. Letting out a breath you looked up at the man. “This doesn’t change how I feel about you.” You were shocked by the words that came out of your mouth and shocked that you meant everything you’d said. You were standing right next to a murderer and you weren’t scared.

Without warning Brahms ripped off his mask before stepping up to you, just inches away from your face as he screamed “What about this! Huh? I am not who you fucking think I am! I am fucking dam-” He bit his lip and quickly turned around, putting the mask back on and trying to quieten his sobs. “Just go. Before I hurt you, too.” he said in a hushed, calmer voice that you almost didn’t hear.

“No.” Brahms turned to you, he was just as confused as you were. “What else have you done. What else are you hiding from me?” You weren’t angry, still a little upset, but not angry.

“You’ll leave me, just like they all did.”

“Brahms trust me, I’m not going anywhere. I’ve done bad things too.” You let out an awkward laugh in an attempt to try to lighten the mood but it clearly failed as you cleared your throat and tried to act like it didn’t happen. “Please. I just want you to be honest with me.”

He didn’t respond. Instead he took the mask off and wiped away the stray tears before they could fall. Brahms began to dive into his past, from the murder of his childhood friend to the most recent murder that took place the night you arrived. He answered all your questions and watched you, still worried you’d go against your promises and run but you didn’t. You just stood there and listened, you were glad he was finally being honest - in return you told him about your past and even though it wasn’t as gruesome as his he still listened. By the end of that conversation you felt closer to Brahms, it felt like a twisted version of couple’s therapy but it worked. Brahms was still very surprised at the fact that you stayed even after he admitted to his crimes, he felt a bit sympathetic for you even.

That night the two of you fell asleep next to each other, woke up together, ate breakfast together, it was the most inseparable the two of you had been in months. After last night you’d expected a bittersweet ending - you expected to be kicked out, even - but you were only closer to him, the strange man who once wore a mask of porcelain.

This is as good as your life is going to get, and you’re still happy.

[fonulyn]

So my partner is amazing and let's me ramble about RE to them whenever I want to, and even sat down to watch Vendetta with me when I bought it, so the other day I was like explaining Leon and Chris' characters (bc my partner knows how much I love them both lmao so of course that's what I was talking about), and we have both come to the conclusion that Leon is a bisexual disaster, and Chris is a homosexual. The running joke is that Leon is also just generally a whore, out there living his best life, and Chris is the kind of gay guy who no one expects to be gay bc of stereotypes and his habit of never really talking about himself, but he also was never really in the closet about it, so he's surprised whenever people are surprised to learn that he's gay lolol but in all seriousness Leon is not only bisexual, but he's the type to fall in love easily despite all of his background and trauma related to betrayal, so his heart is almost continually broken, either bc he's betrayed or he loses whoever it is he's found himself in love with (and sometimes both i.e. Krauser, and Ada at the end of RE2), either through death or just leaving bc he knows he can't stay/can't be with whomever. As for Chris, maybe I'm reading into it wrong, but despite all of the like, romantic connotations they try to put into some of his games (which I don't. Really see? Like there was some in the first game with Jill but I just cannot see them together like that, neither seem interested in one another like that. And of course, Jessica, who I can't stand, and who Chris is supposedly totally oblivious to? Like she thinks he didn't notice her flirting in RE revelations, and Parker is like "is it that, or is he maybe interested in someone else?" And the assumption there is that he means Jill, but again, I don't see it? Even in that game! But that line of Parker's always makes me think "yeah, he's more than just interested in someone else, he's playing for a whole nother team entirely!" lmao. And I haven't seen much for 5 but I'm sure it's there between Chris and Sheva, and then for 6 from what I understand there really is hardly any talk of Chris in regards to any women at all? 8 has nothing, as well, and the DLC for 7 is just another "Chris loses his entire team in horrific fashion yet again" side plot, so nothing there either), he never seems interested. He's always focused on the task at hand, not letting emotions get in his way, and like, some could argue that that's why he doesn't show interest or why Capcom doesn't create more romantic lore around him, but if they really wanted to Make Sure he was straight and Make Sure everyone playing these games knew that, I imagine there would be some one line little hints in the games of him talking about how he can't let himself get distracted, or in his line of work there are no happy endings or what have you, but. There's none of that. Bc he isn't forcing himself not to be interested, he isn't purposefully focusing on saving the day so he doesn't have to get hurt knowing he can never have whichever high potential for a dope ass protag female character who's constantly sacrificing herself to save him bc what better purpose could they serve, right Capcom?, he's just. There, doing his job and trying to save whoever he can, not getting distracted in anyway whatsoever by any of the women in his life, romantically at least. He still cares way too much, but it never comes off as romantic to me in pretty much any way. Also the note he leaves in his STARS locker in RE2remake, Claire being like "this doesn't sound like Chris at all!" Is funny to me bc like, I don't really remember so correct me if I'm wrong, but she doesn't elaborate on WHY that note doesn't sound like Chris lmao is it bc he's respectful to women at all times and doesn't ever objectify them, probably hates when other people do? Or is it bc he would never be interested in women in this way ANYWAYS, the man is so gay, he must have left this note so that Claire would know something is Up, bc her brother is Such a homosexual.

Anyways sorry, I just wanted to ramble/get your opinion on this. Over-analysing RE is actually really fun lmao

haha not gonna lie, I opened your ask in the car on the grocery store parking lot and tried to read it on my phone, and gave up squinting at the small screen halfway through :'D now that I'm back at my laptop though, lol, all good :'D

first of all I'm happy you have someone to ramble to even though they aren't into the thing themselves! :D I regularly rant about RE fandom things to my brother haha and he listens patiently although he isn't in the fandom at all, he's only played the games and that's it. but he still listens to my shippy rambles lol.

as for your thoughts? makes sense to me tbh. I definitely headcanon Leon as a bisexual disaster most of the time, because it does seem fitting. maybe it's partly because I think he's absolutely breathtakingly stunning and it'd be a shame to deny anyone that, so, naturally he wouldn't care about such trivial things as gender, pfth, love is love.

also Leon falling in love easily? absolutely. too damn easily. c'mon this is a man who gets attached to anyone who shows him even the tiniest amount of basic kindness in the matter of minutes. he canonically forms attachments with Claire, Ada, Krauser, Helena, Buddy and JD (JD 😭)... whoever else am I forgetting? but this is the guy who meets someone and would die for them five seconds later. so. it tracks.

and you know what, I can 100% see Chris being only into men. because like. I don't see the romance there either when he's interacting with the women in his life? okay, sure, I could imagine something there between him and Jill if pressed seeing the way he so single-mindedly wants to save her and then holds her in the scene after they get that thing off her chest. maybe. but even there it doesn't really feel super romantic to me, personally.

in the first game with Jill there's not... a lot of romance I don't think? sure she falls asleep against his shoulder in the evac helicopter but i mean, i've fallen asleep against a friend like that? not an indication of romance? they're clearly important to each other! i am not trying to diminish their importance to one another at all! they'd die for each other and they'd do anything it takes to protect each other and i do think their relationship is compelling but... i don't really see anything inherently romantic in it.

and Jessica, yeah, Chris is 100% oblivious to her advances. it is implied in the game that he's into Jill instead but other than that there's again zero actual romantic interaction between Chris and Jill. I was actually talking about this with my brother, who said the same, like there were so many chances in Revelations to put something romantic in there between Chris and Jill but there just. isn't? anything? except for Parker's comment. which is why it felt so damn out of place? (and like my brother would've wanted to ship Chris and Jill, he was kinda bummed about this i feel :'D) so interpreting it to mean he's not interested in women at all would actually make more sense lmao.

as for RE5, I've played it twice (with my brother lmao do we see a theme here) and honestly I don't remember anything in the game that would've insinuated anything more than solid partnership between Chris and Sheva?? if someone who's more familiar with the game wants to correct me on this, then please! but at least off the bat I can not remember anything so I think they actually didn't try to even hint at romance for them?

and in RE6 Chris is way too focused on killing "Ada" to have any thoughts about anything else :'D so no. no mentions in there regarding him and any women. at all. not even hints of Jill which is so incredibly weird (and stupid tbh) bc she was made to be so important to him in RE5 and then doesn't even get a mention in RE6? (/shakes fist damn you capcom! the characters exist outside the games they're in!)

I think that's pretty much the main difference between Chris and Leon tbh. Chris sees the job at hand, and he knows it'll help, he knows it'll save people and it'll make the world safer and he's so single-mindedly focused on the job that he sees nothing else. while Leon sees people, for the better or for worse, and he is willing to take detours if it helps even one person in the meantime. like in RE6, Leon willingly ignores the task at hand to go help just about anyone. Chris doesn't want to pause even when pressed bc he has an end goal in mind.

and bear in mind, I am not trying to say this somehow makes Leon better or Chris better or anything. they're both doing this to help. they both have their heart in the right place. they both care. but they're just so different! their personalities, and their way of dealing with things is different! I feel Chris is really target oriented and wants to get the job done. while Leon's easily distracted from it, because of all the damn feelings :'D

but yeah. i love them both, and i think it's really damn fascinating how they're both the good guys, the heroes of the franchise, but they both take to things so differently.

i don't know if any of this makes sense, I think i rambled too :'D but hey-o, it was fun lmao.

and hey no need to apologize at all!! always feel free to shoot me a message if you wanna chat!

[floralseokjin]

what are your thoughts on cheating fics where yn stays with the cheater!member? and viceversa where yn is the other woman and knows he's taken?

i've seen a lot on my dash recently and i think they can be interesting topics but sometimes i feel like they glorify/romanticize it. let me make clear that i'm not one of those ppl who think writing about taboo/scandalous stuff is ""wrong"" or whatever. i don't think fiction should be only about the good and happy stuff in life. a lot of people like reading books or watching movies that have "messed-up" things i.e. murder, cheating, toxicity, etc. and that's fine. but there are some times whenever i'm reading fics here, it feels as if they (mainly the readers but also sometimes authors as well) are justifying the cheating? both types of tropes i mentioned in the first paragraph just seems weird to me, especially when the reader stays with the same member that cheated on her.

and also both sometimes have misogynistic undertones. like with the cheated-on yn, usually the mistress in the fic is written as some "evil bitch" that "seduced" him into cheating. or vice versa: when yn is mistress, the wife of the cheater member is some "old" boring lady or described as unattractive compared to her, along with other weird misogynistic rhetoric just to justify her and his shitty actions. and in the end where they have the "happy fairytale ending", it makes it seem like the relationship is justified. 🥴 and even worse when the readers are eating it up in the replies...

sorry for the ramble lolol i just wondered what are your thoughts?

I don’t have a problem with infidelity fics over all, I’ve written a few myself, but I do understand that romanticising cheating can be a problem in the fic world. I personally find it an interesting topic to explore and write about sometimes but it’s not something I’m drawn to a lot (both to write and read). You bring up really valid points. I guess it’s about what the individual person is comfortable with reading, and as long as they understand it’s fictional then it’s okay. Although you do have to wonder what these type of plot lines, like the ones you have mentioned, do to impressionable readers. Personally, I have a strong belief that in most and nearly all cases once a cheater always cheater, right? so I always bear that in mind while reading/writing something like that.

[katara0524]

Impromptu Ramblings about the NEO:TWEWY Demo

In case y'all weren't aware, I've been a pretty big fan of TWEWY for a couple years now, and with the sequel coming out next month, the excitement I feel for this game is greater than ever :) I played the Demo for the first time yesterday, and following a couple views of some livestreams of others playing it, I felt like sharing my (very ramble-y) thoughts prior to the release of the full game. This post WILL contain spoilers for both TWEWY and NEO:TWEWY, so if you want to avoid those from now on, please block the tags: #twewy spoilers, #ntwewy spoilers, #neo twewy spoilers, #ntwewy, and #neo twewy ^_^ Oh, and if you wanna keep up with any other posts I make about my experience with this game, please refer to the tag "kat plays neo twewy" :)

-First things first: I have not watched the Final Trailer and I don't plan on doing so to avoid spoilers, especially after the pre-release era of KH3 where a lot of the later trailers spoiled a lot of the endgame content. That being said, I've seen some minor screenshots from the final trailer including what many believe to be characters from the original TWEWY, namely Shiki and Joshua. That is all I know about the Final Trailer and I would very much like to remain as blind as possible going into NEO :)

-The very first cutscene was quite ominous in the sense that this game is likely going to be about "changing fate" (a recently common theme in Squeenix games, which I do appreciate), perhaps leading off from the end of A New Day in the OG and trying to stop an Inversion of Shibuya. Also worth noting that A New Day had similar aspects in which the main character experienced "future visions" of tragic events, although in A New Day these events were not able to be changed, while in NEO it seems like one of the main "powers" our protagonist has is specifically to rewrite these events and avoid a "bad ending." Very interesting indeed!

-I really like the revamped comic book style dialogue scenes, it's much more fluid and modern, which is an excellent direction for the series to take!

-I would love to have an actual PokemonGO knockoff of Final Fantasy creatures, please Squeenix that would be incredibleeeeee

-Also the LINE stickers??? Are so cute???

-I would just like to point out that Fret is an absolute treasure throughout this entire demo, he's hilarious and I will protect him with my life

-UHHHH don't like that Fret picked up some Reaper Pins just out of nowhere.....or the fact that they're apparently popular all over Shibuya.............did y'all not learn anything from the OG game or what lmao

-Okay so when I first got the "curry or ramen" scene and heard NPCs talking about the new curry place replacing the old ramen place I became IMMENSELY distressed that Ramen Don was totally cut from the game because....well, Ramen Don is a King okay?? But I'm glad to learn that no, he didn't fall off the face of the earth, he's still in business and he's the one opening the curry restaurant lolol. PHEW, crisis averted!

-.....I don't like the sudden appearance of a Wall Reaper and being able to read NPC thoughts. Wtf happened when they left the ramen place??? Are they playing the Game alive somehow?

-Okay so I have my own theories about this "Swallow" character and what they're up to but considering this is only the Demo and I still Have No Idea What's Happening, I'm just gonna say that I think Swallow intentionally led Rindo and Fret to the Crossing so they could join the Game. I mean, add in the fact that Swallow still communicates with Rindo during the Game and you've got yourself a suspicious character right there lol

-"Hey they're shooting off fireworks!" Fret honey that's not fireworks oof (see also: "*laughs* I'm in danger")

-WOOOOOO way to traumatize Rindo right off the bat like that LMAOO

-The visuals for the intro are VERY GOOD, the song is pretty decent until it gets all "screamo" (which I absolutely cannot stand sorry lol)

-Shoka is every Customer Service employee ever and I respect that

-Susukichi went from being "meh" to "WOW THIS GUY IS FUN" in the span of 10 seconds and I also respect that (he is also built like an Absolute Unit which is hilarious)

-The Wall Reapers (and just Reapers in general) seem.....way nicer and more helpful this time around?? Like in the OG the Wall Reapers were SO RUDE gfhjgjdfkhn and yeah I'm sure we'll get some like that but the juxtaposition of the first Wall Reaper in the OG compared to the first one in NEO is insane.

-The puzzles are quite a bit more entertaining this time around even if it's generally the same "fetch quest" formula lol

-"Rindo's Group" way to go Fret HFKJDGHSDFKJ mans really left the default name in there lmao

-OKAYOKAYOKAY so to those who aren't aware I am a MASSIVE SIMP for Sho Minamimoto, he's my absolute favorite and I think about him daily. HIS INTRODUCTION IS. INCREDIBLE. I LOVE IT SM.

-GOD hearing him actually SPEAK FULL SENTENCES is just SO SURREAL I love this sm

-Also the remix of his theme???? NEO TRANSFORMATION????? IT'S SO GOOD????????? It's like gone from a Boss Theme to a more triumphant sounding theme and I am HERE for it (every version of Transformation is just INCREDIBLE and getting a new one is even better)

-I Love Him, Your Honor

-Also idk how exactly but it's kinda weird seeing Sho in the OG vs NEO, cuz while he's mostly the same Insane Math-Obsessed Catboy, he's.....calmed down quite a bit?? Like OG made a whole point of how poorly he cooperates with others (not to mention just being completely unhinged and trying to kill everyone), whereas here in NEO he's......actually kinda working with others??? HELLO???? Sir what happened to you and Neku during those 3 years I would love to know all about it

-I guarantee you Sho is still probably scheming shite and will likely pull some total insane BS later down the road, and I am very much looking forward to that. Also, is he looking for a certain Pin or something??? Cuz he keeps talking about different Pins and even mentions "this is just another Psych Pin" like he's actively looking for a Pin to do something with. Maybe it also has to do with the "latent powers of Players" thing he mentioned as well??? What is this dude UP TO oml (also is he in contact with Neku at all?? they're both technically fugitives at this point right?? WHAT HAPPENED AFTER A NEW DAY I AM BEGGING YOU)

-I seems like Sho ALSO has an idea of what's going on in this specific game (even if he won't admit it straightforward). Per his quote "The game's 142,857. Factor it out," he's essentially saying, "This game is a neverending cyle, figure out how to get out of it" (or at least that's what I got from his "cyclic number" nonsense lolol)

-I do like how Sho mostly stays out of sight until he's needed for a battle or assisting with a mission, that's kind of on par with his whole "uncooperative" quirk from the OG, plus he might literally have to stay out of sight of other Reapers and Players considering he's likely breaking the rules of the Game (not surprising considering him and Neku broke practically every rule in the book during OG)

-The nicknames for Sho- I can't- They're so FUNNYYYY GFHJSDFKJ

-He goes from being called "Pi-Face" and "Tabooty" in OG to "Mr. Minami" and "M-Teezy" in NEO LMAOO

-(Wowee I just realized I've been mostly talking about Sho oopsies sorry y'all, this is what I meant by thinking about him almost daily he is THAT much of a fav of mine ghfkjsd)

-Okay RIP Fret and Rindo for not getting literally ANY explanation as to how the Game works OOF, that is kinda cringe that whoever gets the Pin earns points, not whoever erases the Noise (which like I understand but also URRRGGHHH I WANNA SEE THE SQUAD SUCCEED)

-"I should be going home now it's getting late" Oh you sweet summer child-

-Also love the mention of parents in this game???? KH you could learn a thing or two from TWEWY (poor Rindo's mom fhgjkdh)

-KUBO IS HILARIOUS I SUPPORT HIM AND HIS GROSS FACE (also thank you Final Trailer thumbnail for spoiling my suspicions about him very cool smh)

-Kaie is a LAD I also support him, go King type those funky texts I believe in you

-FRET PLS STOP SCANNING FHGJKSDHKJFGHFKJ he's like me when I scan in OG during Weeks 2 and 3 and see Taboo Noise coming after me ghfjdshfj

-Also Rindo can you stay off your phone for TWO SECONDS ik you're trying to figure things out but Fret is a jelly boi and I don't want him to be upset with you my guy

-Sho being an actual sorta mentor to the kiddos?? Who are you sir this is so unlike you ghfgskj what happened to the guy who tried shooting children in the face 8 times over LMAO (granted he's probably just using them but it's still nice to see him actually cooperating and sharing knowledge with the kiddos aaaaa)

-EYO EIJI OJI THE TIKTOK INFLUENCER IS BACK LMAO

-hgjkfshgkjf "we aren't glorifying capitalism on my watch" THATS SO FUNNY TO ME GFHJFSDGHJKS (also an all-orange ensemble is disgusting you deserve jail for one thousand years fkn Cheddar Goldfish Cheezit ass woman)

-WICKED TWISTERS NAME DROP EYOOO we love to see it

-gfhsgjf Poor Rindo embarassing himself for the sake of the Game that's incredible

-R e t u r n t o M O N K E. That is all.

-Dialogue during boss battles is HELLA cool i love that

-HHHHH THE KANON SCENE MADE ME A N G E R Y FRET STOP SIMPING MY GUY says the girl with a Literal Simp Encyclopedia and simps for pixels on a screen daily

-Can't wait to see the other Reapers :eyes emoji:

-CAN'T WAIT TO SEE NAGI MY BELOVED YEAHHHH WOOOOOO AAAAND that's about it for the demo lolol, I absolutely CANNOT wait for next month, this game is gonna be INCREDIBLE holy hell Prepare for more simping, more screaming, and more vibing from Yours Truly :) I fully intend on sharing more general thoughts like this on both Tumblr and Twitter so it's not just reblog-retweet-reblog-retweet with the occasional comment fhgskjd

If you wanna witness my insanity up close and personal I have a Square Enix Discord server called Sea Side Dreamers! You can look it up on Disboard, or you can add me on Discord @Katara0524#9244 for a direct link :) We have topics about Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy, NieR, and ofc TWEWY (as well as other topics!), so if you want some good ol' chaos and chitchat, you're more than welcome to join!

[skyemisc]

Silver Ceremonial Robes Translation

My translation may not be 100% accurate but it should give the general gist ;;;;

Under the cut!

EP1:

“I want to return their kindness”

Courtyard

Idia: Ahh~ I don’t wanna. Why does the magical shift tournament have to be on TV?

Idia: They show my face in some pretty shameful replays. I’d like to avoid that…

Idia: Right now is 7:00PM… The school store should just barely be open.

Idia: I’ll buy a welding mask, then tomorrow I can hide my face the entire day…!

(rustle rustle)

Idia: Hii!! S-S-Something moved--!

Silver: You there! State your name at once!

Idia: Hii?! I-I-I-I’m no one! Ah, Ahhhh, I’m not anyone suspicious…!

Idia: I-I-I-I’m Ignihyde’s I-Idia Shroud!!

Idia: So, please, put down that baton in your hand…!

Silver: Ahh… Idia-senpai. That would imply you are not anyone suspicious then.

Idia: (whisper) I-I think the one popping out of nowhere brandishing a baton is a lot more suspicious though…

Silver: Anyway, what are you doing wandering around here at this hour? Usually, you’re at your dorm eating dinner at this time right?

Idia: I-I was on my way to go buy a welding mask…

Silver: Do you need it for a mechanical engineering-related experiment?

Idia: Urgh… Well what about you, w-w-w-why are you walking around in ceremonial robes…!

Silver: These clothes are most suitable for slipping around during the twilight.

Silver: It inhibits my mobility, but due to certain circumstances I don’t have my dormitory clothes available.

Idia: Eh….Eh? Like a stealth move?

Idia: S-Silver, are you actually some sort of ninja?

Silver: Hmm…. What’s a ninja?

Idia: They’re rumored to come from a far East country. They are people who conduct covert actions, intelligence assessment, and other dirty work.

Idia: Have you never heard of shuriken or fire jutsus before?

Idia: It’s a popular theme for anime and in games their jobs are on-par with that of samurai!

Silver: Idia-senpai… You’re suddenly talkative.

Idia: Ah… Sorry ‘bout my otaku rambling…

Silver: I understand you explanation… But unfortunately I’m not this ‘ninja’ you speak of.

Idia: Seeing you deny that with such a straight face kinda makes me embarrassed on my part though…

Idia: Wait… Silver, what are you aiming at, wondering the courtyard at night…?

Silver: Tomorrow is the Magical Shift Tournament. The school will be open, and immoral people will be among the crowd of normal people from different countries.

Silver: Undoubtedly, assassins will take advantage of the crowds to slip in and look for any possible openings.

Silver: The safety of Malleus-sama is of the utmost priority.

Idia: That’s overreacting! Besides, Malleus has a strong high rank cheat, isn’t that overprotecting him?

Silver: I serve Malleus-sama, who will someday become king of the fairies and rule over the Valley of Thorns.

Silver: Before coming to this school, if he took one step out of the castle, he had guards with him.

Idia: Hmmmm…

Silver: If by any chance something happened to Malleus-sama, there would be diplomatic discourse

Silver: This is in no way overprotection.

Idia: W-W-What’s with this heavy scaled topic…

Idia: I’ve only heard about assassins and diplomatic discourse in games though…?

Silver: This is no game. This is our reality.

Idia: W-W-W-W-Wow…! There’s always, always been lines I wanted to try reciting  during these times…!

Silver: …? If you want to say it, why not go ahead?

Idia: Nah, if you were to say it it’d probably fit but if I tried I’d probably look like some sort of wannabe.

Silver: I see… I don’t quite understand it all, but I apologize.

Silver: Well then, I will return to my station. Be careful not to get mistaken as anyone suspicious.

Silver: Currently, I, along with Sebek and Lilia-senpai are patrolling the school after all.

Idia: R-Roger… I’ll follow your example and use my stealth mode where I can. L-Later.

Silver: Yes, see you.

Silver: …I should meet with Sebek and Lilia-senpai and let them know about Idia-senpai wandering around the courtyard area.

Silver: It’ll be a huge commotion around the area if he runs into Sebek.

EP2:

Courtyard

Idia: *sigh*… Finally class is over. Really, today’s weather is too nice… It’s rough for a shut-in like me…

Idia: On days like these, I’ll quickly confine myself and return to my room and complete my daily quests.

???: ……

Idia: …Hm? Someone there?

Idia: S-S-S-S-Silver?! Why’s he collapsed in the courtyard?!

(leans in…)

Idia: Oh… maybe he’s just sleeping…? Sheesh, I was so surprised I took damage…

Idia: …Though, he’s got some good features. No doubt he’d be popular~

Idia: His face when he’s sleeping looks like that of a prince, so dazzling. There’s even small animals around him…

Idia: He seems so different now compared to the day before the Magical Shift Tournament

Idia: I was scared of getting hit with that baton too…

Idia: Now seeing him like this, I wouldn’t believe he would be the type who likes to get involved with anything.

Silver: Hm… Nn…

Idia: Hii! I-I-Is he w-waking up?!

Silver: *yawn*… I thought I sensed someone. It was you, Idia-senpai…

Idia: Y-Y-Y-Y-You got it all wrong! I wasn’t at all staring at you while you slept!

Silver: ? Please settle down a bit before you speak. Everytime we’ve met you lurch in surprise.

Idia: That reaction was more due to my anti-socialness…

Idia: B-B-B-Before you were brandishing that baton. Anyone would be shocked from that.

Silver: Now that I hear it aloud that sounds only natural… I apologize for my actions last night before the Magical Shift Tournament.

Idia: Urgh… I feel bad seeing you sit there and apologize so sincerely…

Idia: S-Silver, you’re a bit of a strange one… To have such students who are so straightforward and loyal…

Silver: …Is that so?

Idia: Y-Yeah. To go to such an extent to go on night watch for their dorm leader, the students at Ignihyde would not ever do that.  

Idia: …Hwah! M-M-M-Maybe The Dorm leader Malleus at Diasomnia dorm is one to rule with an iron fist?

Idia: I-If that’s the case, I can understand. Are you forced to do stuff like the night watches?

Silver: Such acts of reign of terror is not necessary at Diasomnia dorm. Just as the other night, the night watches of are our own volitions.

Silver: I’m not sure what all goes on with the students at Ignihyde dorm but, I will do what I can for the one I’ve sworn my loyalty to.

Silver: Right now, the reason I am alive today is all because of my father and Malleus-sama.

Silver: I want to someday return their kindness towards me.

Idia: Ohhh… The expression on your face was so cool, and for an otaku like me, I could feel the passion from your tone.

Idia: I can kinda sympathize.

Silver: In addition, I prefer to avoid any trouble for Malleus if any conflict were to arise between the human land and Valley of Thorns.

Silver: My power is nothing fancy, but I want to do what I can.

Silver: I was told many times by my father to avoid any warfare growing up…

Idia: Ohh… Such profound words.

Idia: That ‘father’, he must be a strong man with a steel-like body and mind.

Silver: Yes. My father was a guard who served as a lord of the Valley of Thorns.

Silver: I’ve heard he earned the queen’s favor due to his ability to fight in battle.

Silver: At this time he is retired, but he was a warrior who has been rewarded medals due to his actions of throwing himself into battle multiple times.

Silver: I’m sure I cannot begin to imagine the harsh experiences he had…

Idia: W-What is this. This is starting to sound like an open world RPG…

Silver: Open world?

Idia: I-Internet thing. Sorry, it’s something you commoners wouldn’t understand.

Silver: No, I know about online games. My father often stays up late to play such games.

Idia: Hm?! Your father just suddenly turned degenerate?!

Silver: My father has always liked those sort of trends. Recently he’s been getting into MagiCam it seems.

Idia: E-Ehhh?! He just went from a retired strong Royal guard to crumble down from there…!

Lilia: Heeey Silver. What are you doing sauntering around there?  

Lilia: You promised to accompany me after school for an uber difficult quest.

Silver: Fath… Lilia-senpai. Sorry. I’ll be there right away.

Lilia: Hm…? I was wondering who it was there, and it happens to be Idia. You two are a rare combination.

Idia: Ah, ah… L-L-L-Lilia, this is, uh…

Silver: I had dozed off here earlier and met him by chance.

Silver: Idia-senpai, see you around.

Idia: Y-yeah, see you…

Idia: …Talking with Silver about his dad was interesting.

Idia: Even though he was an honored warrior from the Valley of thorns he’s a heavy internet user and uses MagiCam lolol

Idia: If someone like him really does exist, even me, who hates people, would wanna see him with my own eyes…

Diasomnia Dorm – Hallway

Lilia: I’ve gathered materials to implement my new items. Next week is this season’s event. I’ll be so busy~

Silver: You really seem like you’re having fun when talking about those games.

Lilia: When I was a youngin we didn’t have these online games.

Lilia: Dwellers from all around the globe can cross borders for entertainment. It has become quite peaceful times.

Silver: That’s true. For you to live in a peaceful time where you can enjoy games…

Silver: We definitely must protect it.

Lilia: …Look at you talk so cheekily

Lilia: Now then, let’s ride on that sentiment there Silver and dive into my games to my heart’s content. They’ll be no sleeping tonight~

Silver: P-Please give me a break, father…

[seanfalco]

Blood in the Water - Part II

Fandom: The Witcher Pairing: Mafia!Jaskier x f!Reader Word Count: 1777 Rating: E Warning(s): Swearing, Smut a/n: Took some liberties with naming a character, since I’ve found nothing about him in canon Witcherverse, so he’s my character now lolol.

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You woke to the sound of your phone skittering across your bedside table.

Groaning, you rolled over, reaching for it blindly, your other arm thrown over your eyes against the light beginning to spill through the gap in the curtains.  “Hello?” you answered groggily, not even bothering to check the caller i.d. before answering.

“[Y/N]?”  Jaskier’s anxious voice assailed you through the earpiece and you winced, pushing yourself up.

“Jask?  What time is it?”

“A little after nine,” he answered and you groaned again.

“Why are you calling so early?  Aren’t you supposed to be meeting with your dad soon?” you asked.

“I just left the restaurant,” he replied, as if it weren’t important.  “I was worried about you.  I tried texting you several times last night, but you never texted me back.”

“Oh shit,” you breathed, the events of the night before suddenly flooding your memory.  As soon as you had gotten home from the bar you’d locked the door, drawn all the curtains, and took several shots which turned into downing nearly half the bottle of cheap vodka from your cupboard before passing out, still dressed, completely forgetting to text Jaskier.

“I’m sorry, I completely dropped the ball on that,” you said, sighing deeply, grappling with whether or not you should tell him what you saw.

“[Y/N]... is everything alright?”

“Uhm.  Not really,” you admitted, frowning at the tremor that had snuck into your voice as you sat up.  The clear anxiety in Jaskier’s question made up your mind.  “Something happened after you left last night…”

“What do you mean?”  Jaskier asked.

“When I went back into the bar to get my phone, I uh, I saw… I saw --” you had to pause to take a steadying breath before continuing.  “I saw someone get murdered,” you whispered, as if afraid of being overheard.

The line went silent and panic began to well inside your chest.

“Jask...?”

“What?” he asked.

You swallowed, trying to work moisture back into your suddenly dry mouth as the horrific scene played before your eyes again.

“In the kitchen, there were these three guys and they… they were torturing this fourth guy, tied to a chair and-and I.  I couldn’t look away, Jask.  Oh Gods.  And they…”  You knew you were rambling, your stomach turning at the memory, but Jaskier didn’t interrupt you.  You suddenly wished he were with you right then.

“Did anyone see you?”  The urgency in Jaskier’s voice scared you.  

“I--I don’t think so?”

The sudden pounding at your apartment door filled your veins with ice and you froze, your eyes snapping toward the sound.

“Shit.”

“[Y/N]?  [Y/N]!”

Jaskier’s voice buzzed in your ear, but it seemed so far away; the fear gripping you turning your lips numb.  When the pounding came again you nearly dropped your phone.

“[Y/N]!”

“Jaskier, there’s someone at my door,” you whispered, slowly getting off the bed.

“[Y/N], listen to me.  Whatever you do, do not answer that door.  I’ll be right there.”

“No Jask, I-I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you said, approaching the front door cautiously; the sound of muffled voices coming from the other side.  Taking a deep breath you peered through the peephole, only for your suspicions to be confirmed.  Three imposing figures stood in the hall, crowding your door, the one closest was the man in the dark suit.

“How the hell did they find me?” you whispered, jumping when the man outside banged on the door again.

“Open up, we know you’re in there.  If you cooperate we won’t have to hurt you.”

“Fuck,” you swore under your breath, bringing the phone back to your ear, only to catch the end of Jaskier’s tirade.

“[Y/N], are you there?”

“Hey.  I’m here.  Jaskier, I-I have to go though.  I’ll call you later…”

“Wait, no don’t hang up--”

With all the willpower you possessed, you hung up.  

“...If I’m still alive later.”

Wiping your eyes you lifted your chin and opened the door.  “How can I help you gentlemen?” you asked, forcing yourself to look their leader in the eye, your voice only trembling slightly.  You wanted to smile reassuringly, but you couldn’t quite make your face cooperate.  You just hoped you didn’t look as terrified as you felt.

“So you know why we’re here?” the man asked, giving you a once over.

“Not really.”

The man smirked.  “Playing innocent won’t help you darlin’.  I saw you with my own two eyes last night.  So let’s save each other some time and get straight to the point.”

Swallowing, you forced yourself to breathe.

“I didn’t tell anyone what I saw.  And I don’t plan on it,” you lied quickly.

The man’s smirk only deepened.  “I hope for your sake you’re telling the truth.  But that’s not for me to decide.  Come on.”  Clasping a large hand on your shoulder he pulled you out into the hall. 

“Where are you taking me?” you asked nervously, wetting your lips.

“The Boss wants a word with you.”

----

You’d been blindfolded as soon as you’d been shoved into the back seat of a sleek nondescript dark car parked outside.  With no sense of how far you’d traveled you had no idea where you’d been taken as you were led blindly out of the car and into a building.  Steered through several corridors you stumbled into a room and were pushed into a chair, the blindfold roughly pulled from your head.  Blinking at the suddenness of sight you gaped at the dim room around you, your gaze settling on the chair behind the heavy wooden desk in front of you.  

The chair spun slowly to face you and in any other situation you would have scoffed at the theatrics of it, but the man that sat before you now inspired no humour.  Leaning forward he regarded you over steepled fingers, his striking blue eyes holding you captive.

“[Y/N], right?” the man asked, studying you intently.  You had a feeling those sharp eyes could see right through you.

Unable to summon your voice you merely nodded.

“You tend the bar at my humble pub.”

You nodded again at his observation.

“So, you are aware of who I am?”

Swallowing, you nodded a third time.  The man raised an eyebrow, as if waiting for you to say it aloud.  Clearing your throat awkwardly you answered.  

“You’re Alfred Pankratz, the Boss of the Pankratz crime syndicate.”

“Good girl,” he purred with a curt nod of his head.

Something about the way his blue eyes caught the light seemed increasingly familiar, but you pushed the thought aside, instead focusing on his words.

“I have it on good authority, [Y/N], that you witnessed something you weren’t supposed to last night.  Is that correct?”

“Y-yes… sir,” you added belatedly, unsure how to refer to him.

“You saw my capos kill a man, is that correct?” he asked bluntly and you nodded.

“I-I didn’t mean to.  I left my phone behind at work, you see, and when I went back in to get it…” you explained, your voice trailing off under his thin lipped smile.

“A bad twist of luck,” he remarked, sitting back in his chair.  “Now, importantly, have you told anyone what you witnessed [Y/N]?”

“No sir,” you replied quickly, again hoping the lie wasn’t obvious.  Jaskier was the last person you wanted to get dragged into this mess.

“Good.  And do you plan on telling anyone what you saw?”

“No sir!” you exclaimed with even more force.  “I would never.  I-I swear.  I ain’t no snitch.”

Alfred Pankratz snorted, amusement filling the sound.  “We shall see, Miss [Y/N].”

From your peripheries you saw the men from earlier, his capos, move in, reaffixing the blindfold over your eyes.

“We’ll be watching [Y/N] and we will know if you break your word.”

----

They’d taken your blindfold off before pushing you out of the car in front of your building.  Tripping over the curb you glanced back at the car as it pulled away, letting out quite possibly the longest breath ever.  It had felt as though you’d been holding it in since the capos had knocked on your door.

Climbing the stairs to your apartment you barely noticed that your door was left unlocked, and as soon as you stepped inside Jaskier nearly knocked you backwards as he embraced you.

“Jesus Christ [Y/N], don’t fucking scare me like that again,” he exclaimed, pulling you against his chest in a bone creaking hug.  “I thought… nevermind what I thought,” he muttered quickly, pulling back to look you over, his hands brushing your clothes, your hair, your skin in a frenzied haste as he searched you for injuries.

“You thought you’d never see me again,” you finished, the very same thought having raced through your mind the entire time you were gone.

“Yeah,” Jaskier replied simply, taking a shaky breath.  “Where did they take you?”

“I don’t know,” you answered distractedly, reaching up to hold his face between your hands, needing to feel him; your eyes searching his face as though committing the sight to memory.  “I was blindfolded.  I talked to the Boss of the Pankratz family himself.”

At that Jaskier’s eyes widened before darkening momentarily -- so quickly you weren’t entirely sure you hadn’t imagined it.  

“I promised him I would tell anyone.”

“They didn’t hurt you?” he asked instead.

“No.  I’m a little shaken,” an understatement, “but I’m alright.”

Without warning Jaskier’s lips were on yours as he scooped you into his arms, walking you backwards toward your bed.  You went eagerly, your lips moving against his with a ferocity that startled even you.  Laying you back on the bed Jaskier crawled over you, deepening the kiss, his hands ghosting up your sides, lifting up your shirt.  Breaking the kiss only long enough for him to rid you of the garment, you tugged at his; running your hands up his chest to tangle in his dark hair.

You’d always thought it ridiculous in movies when couples would have crazy passionate sex right after a life and death situation, but now you felt you could understand.  Every touch, every caress made you feel alive and you reveled in it.

Rolling Jaskier to his back you straddled him as you tore at his belt, kissing him like some ravenous beast as you unbuttoned his jeans and slipped your hand beneath his boxers to caress his quickly hardening length; swallowing his moans.

If you’d considered your relationship with Jaskier casual, bordering on something more before now, you had a feeling things were going to be different from here on out.

[vagrantblvrd]

Lolol, omg

This, but some manner of AU - FAHC? Hitmen/sekrit agent? - in which someone (Gavin? Ryan?? Jeremy???) is being followed by baddies and while looking around for escape routes/dristraction/??? spot someone and are like of course!!1!

Then smooches, because classic tactic! Never fails!!1!

Promise to send a copy to the smoochee in exchange and it’s all rather pleasant and such? Bonuis points for not being murderized by the baddies, so yes.

(And then situations like that just keep happening?)

Fast forward a few years to where they end up in Los Santos or working with.for the same agency as the smoochee(s) and it’s suuuuuper awkward?

Because, like.

Some of the smoochees totally remember and are either awkward about it themselves or lol, I remember you and turn it into this inside joke between them?

Also, though?

Please consider the fact that those smooches? Actually very good, and there was this initial bit of attraction that clearly didn’t o anywhere at the time, but now they’re in the same crew/working together and all that.

Learning to trust one another and - sometimes literally - putting their lives in the other’s hands.

Good days and bad, friendship forming and all that and suddenly it’s this advanced case of oh,no, he’s hot because wow, yes?

And then mutual pining and the whatnot that eventually ends in more smooching and such.

BUT ALSO.

The smoocher  having realizing that they’re now working with people they smooched tactically while running for their lives?

All haha, well that’s a funny story, really, when someone asks how they met and all that since they seem to know one another already?

But instead of the one love interest, it’s all of the smoochees.

All of whom, btw, are like, hmm, interesting at realizing they have being smooched tactically by the smoocher in common?

And while they start off with this friendly wooing fest once directed at the smoocher once hey realize they’ve gone and caught feelings for them after working together for a while?

Little dates and the whatnot with the smoocher who is ??? but also kind of :DDDDD at it because it’s all weirdly adorable and also sweet and just. Nice? The smoocher trying not to think too far ahead because they like all the woo-ers and having to choose is an awful thing to think about, so they just make the most of it while they can because kind of an idiot.

But then it It turns into this oh, no, they’re all hot too, going on with the various smoochees who have been getting to know one another and all that too and realizing that wow, okay, yes.

More feelings????

The smoocher is like ??? because they, too, are utterly infested with these feelings for the smoochees and fretting about having to choose between them because idiot?

And then!

Some Dramatic Series Of Events take place in which enemies from the smoocher’s past come to town and it’s action movie all the waay, including either a Heroic Sacrifice moment for the smoocher to save one or more of the smoochees or the smoocher just gets kidnapped?

Whichever one it is, the smoochess stage a rescue effort that is super successful in that the smoocher and all the smoochees survive without serious injury while the baddies end up super, duper dead or about to be in jail for the rest of their lives?

And like.

This awkward moment of who gets smooched because c’mon, you know there’s got to be a smooch after all that?

But no!

(Plot twist???)

Smoochee realizes they have too many feelings and couldn’t possibly choose one of the smoochees over the others and therefore must choose none of them to spare them emotional turmoil or whatever, idk, just typical romcom bullshittery.

ANYWAY.

Smoochee carries on like everything’s fine - and honestly, so do the smoochees - up to a point.

A few weeks, months, go by and then the smoochee starts getting flowers and other gifts popping up all over the place?

Little looks and such from the smoochees - totally suspicious, but maybe the smoocher is just paranoid?

When they ask the smoochees about it they’re all “What are you talking about?” and moments where smoocher asks one of the smoochees if they want to go catch the newest movie in that franchise they like only to be turned down.

“Oh, alright then?”

It goes on for a while and the smoocher is losing their damned mind because the gifts and whatnot keep showing up, right? The smoochees claim to know nothing about them, and also never seem to have time for them outside of work?

Smoocher thinks something has gone terribly wrong in their relationships, and just as thy finally get up the courage to ask the smoochees about it, gets invited out somewhere by one of the smoochees.

Lunch or dinner or something like that and are like thrilled at the invite/worried?

Get to the place, cute little diner or whatever, but the place is empty when they get there.

Candles and the whole shebang for a romantic meal set up in this table/booth and oh and also oh, no because complicated feelings situation?

But then!

The smoochee who invited them there shows up, rambling on about traffic being awful and sorry they’re late and -

“Is something wrong?”

Smoocher is about to say yes, because complicated feelings situation and this it lovely of them, really, but the smoocher can’t - because idiot - and of course that’s when the other smoochees show up.

Bickering and bantering about the first smoocher cheating to get there before them - took a bike that managed to get through terrible traffic jams and the whanot.

At first smoocher is like, too !!! about things to realize it’s all friendly bickering and bantering and blurts out something about this is nice, but they can’t because complicated feelings situation and they never meant to lead the smoochess on or pit them against one another to woo them and just.

A lot to unpack, because comlicated feelings situation and guilt about thinking they were leading the smoochees on, or being unfair to them and being ~greedy in wanting all the smoochees and just.

Yeah.

The smoochess staring at the smoocher, and someone being “What the actual fuck are you talking about?”

After which it comes out that the smoochees thought the smoocher knew what was going on? That the smoochees have joined forces to collectively woo the smoocher because they, too, have complicated feelings situations and also, jfc, what the hell is it like in your head?

And, like.

Talking and the being functioning adults (mostly) who know what they’re getting into with this whole...complicated feelings situation, and also, complicated, yes, but also surprisingly simple?

And then this awkward, sweet little date with all of them being way too (or maybe just the right amount?) self-conscious about things because they really, really want this relationship between them to work out and there’s so much on the line and, just.

A lot going on for a quiet little lunch in a cute cafe.

SO.

Of course someone points that out, and they laugh at themselves and all that? But the lunch date goes a little more smoothly after that, and before it ends there’s this moment of post-date smooches, Y/N?

Everyone’s in favor of there being a post-date smooch, but also akward dorks, so it ends in quick little pecks on the cheeks and furuous blushing and the like?

They all drive back to the penthouse/HQ/whatever and go back to work because middle of the day on a weekday and they’re all that kind of idiot?

Also though, also.

Little look at one another and soft smiles and laughing at themselves because idiots and dorks and maybe, okay, maybe this isn’t doomed to end badly???

Of course it’s not, and the dates continue and actual!smooches happen and it’s. Complicated, but also not, and just. Good.

Also, also, also.

Geoff and Jack and whoever else Suffering watching this horrible, RL romcom playing out before their very eyes because the smoocher and smoochees are the worst kind of idiots,, jfc. /o\

(Or they’re also smoochees because OT6 or whatever, and honestly, you know they’d be Suffering if that was the case anyway because reasons.)

[gaycrouton]

Here’s a mini prompt if you’re up to it! You’re very good at writing sexy stuff so I was wondering if you would write something for season 10 (they’re back working together but not sleeping together) where Mulder gets a whiff of Scully’s perfume and he instantly gets hard so he masturbates in the shower of the unremarkable house :))

Awwww thank you!!! As someone a lil insecure about their writing, I really appreciate that!

smut, set after “Mulder and Scully meet the Weremonster” [Also, I swear to god I answered the prompt lolol]

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He’d shown up at their motel after seeing off Guy in the forest with the full intention of telling Scully about everything he’d seen and experienced with the Lizard-man. He didn’t even bother to change into something more comfortable before bounding down the hallway towards her room, anticipation of seeing that look of ‘Mulder do you seriously beleive this’ on her face giving him a bounce in his step.

He rapped his knuckles against the wood of her door and listened as she made her way to the door. When she opened it, he was met with the sight of a getting-ready-for-bed Scully, in her pyjamas with a freshly washed face. It was a sight he loved, but hadn’t seen in a few years. “Hey,” she greeted, “Come on in.” 

There was something a little hesitant about her tone, and he figured it had something to do with the fact he was seeing her like this. Deciding not to make a big deal about it, he walked in and started the preamble to his big speech. “Scully, do you remember that gu-,” he stopped mid-sentence as his eyes decived him. Surely it couldn’t be…

“Scully,” he stated slowly.

“Yes, Mulder,” she replied with mock innocence. 

“What is that?” he asked, pointing to the ball of fur sitting on her bed. 

“Um…my new dog,” she explained.

“Since when did you get a dog?” he questioned.

“Since you abandoned me at the dog pound.”

I leave and I’m replaced by a dog. Okay.

“So what was it you were going to tell me? How did it end up going with your lizard-man?” she asked sweetly.

Not used to her uncharacteristic enthusiasm, he decided to put off anymore questions about the dog for later and fill her in. He sat on a chair facing the bed, ignoring the dog sniffing every inch of his leg, as Scully gave him her rapt attention. At first he thought she was just curious, but then it just became a little too interested to be normal - she wasn’t even giving him her usual eye rolls or critical comments. When she finally did speak up, it was at a part he thought was irrelevant. “But when he got back Daggoo was gone, the maid-”

“Daggoo?” she repeated, ignoring the dog’s now incessant attention and barking.

“Yeah, that’s what he named the dog, Daggoo,” he said, the dog barking like an exclamation point on the sentence. “Why?”

“Daggoo’s the name of a harpooner in Moby Dick!” she smiled at him, petting the dog on the head.

“Yeah, he said Daggoo-hey! Is he okay?” Mulder asked, pointing to the dog who was jumping at his legs.

“I think so, he hasn’t really acted this way before,” she replied, scooting off the bed.

“What’s he-,” Mulder stopped, realizing something.

Scully sent him a questioning look as she leaned next to the dog. “What?”

Without a word, he got up and crossed to the other side of the room. When he was as far away as possible, he looked at the dog licking Scully. “Daggoo,” he declared sternly.

Without furthur prompting, the dog ran to him and sat at his feet, looking up at him before barking once. A smile spread across his face as he looked over at a surprised Scully. “I think you found Guy’s dog.”

A look of sadness spread across her face and she stood up, “Does that mean I have to give him back?”

Happy that he had news that would make her smile, he quickly assured, “No, no, long story short, Guy went into hybernation in the woods. He won’t be back for a long time.”

“Oh,” Scully laughed, “Um, well. Good.” 

He watched as she bent down and picked up the little mutt, barely big enough to really count as a dog in Mulder’s opinion. “Do you have stuff to take care of a dog?” he asked.

Suddenly, an expression of nervousness took over her face. “Well…actually. I wanted to ask you a favor…”

In that moment, her previous indulgence of him made absolute sense. She was trying to butter him up. “I don’t know, Scully,” he began, his resolve weakening when he saw her lip pout.

“Please Mulder! I called my apartment when I got here and they said no, but I’d already fallen in love with him. We can’t let him lose two owners in one week, that’s cruel.”

“I don’t have any stuff to keep the dog at the house,” he explained.

“I’d get it!” she offered immediately. “And I promise I’ll come over everyday and take care of him and walk him and clean up after him,” she was rambling like a child who brought home a stray and it made him smile. He let her go on a little, not letting onto the fact he’d already agreed when she said she’d come over everyday.

“If you do all that, then yes. I’ll take him,” he replied.

“Thank you, Mulder,” she beamed. 

Three Weeks Later

She was a woman of her word. She’d come over every single day and taken care of Daggoo. Sometimes he was curious if the dog had been a ploy all along, because she seemed to be lingering longer and longer, sometimes just stroking Daggoo’s head while they had and talked for hours. Not that he was complaining, he’d walk that dog all day if it meant he got to see her back at home.

Home.

She slipped up and called it that last week. “I’ll be home in about five minutes, okay? Can you get Daggoo on the leash and I’ll meet you outside so we can walk the perimeter?” 

To be honest, he didn’t mind the little guy either. He could do without the barking at squirrels in the middle of the night. But he’d missed having someone to come home to and he was a good foot warmer at night. His little canine wing-man.

“Thanks again,” she called out as she let the screen door close behind her.

He watched from the door to make sure she got in her car okay and waved as she made her way down the road. Daggoo barked at his feet and he leaned down to scratch him behind the ears. “I know, bud. I miss her too.”

The dog leaned into his touch before running away. Mulder already knew he was going to the seat of the couch Scully’d just been on so he could lay on it. It was customary in Daggoo-world.

With a yawn, Mulder shut off all the lights and made his way upstairs to take a shower before heading to bed. He’d stripped his clothes off in his bedroom and was naked by the time he’d reached the sink. Suddenly a waft of Jasmine and Vanilla hit his nose and he turned to see if Scully was behind him.

She wasn’t. That discovery came to him at the same time the revelation that she’d asked to use the bathroom to change when she got here did. She must’ve sprayed some of her perfume before coming downstairs and the smell brought a smile to his face. This bathroom hadn’t smelled like that for longer than he cared to remember. It reminded him of years and years spent in this house with her. She’d smell just like this after getting out of the shower, clean and supple.

His body remembered the connotations of the smell as well because he felt himself hardening against his leg. The power of Scully. She didn’t even need to touch him.

He took a step into the shower and turned the water on, stroking himself tentatively as the water warmed up and he shifted his weight on the no-slip shower stickers. 

“Mulder, you’re gonna slip,” she’d laughed when they tried to christen the shower when they first bought the house. He laughed as he lifted her against the shower and began pumping into her. All protests she had quickly turned into moans as she rolled her hips against him.

Maybe he should have heeded her warnings because they’d fallen mid-orgasm and the towel rack was still in a haphazard state of repair.

They’d had sex in this very shower more times than he could count. He leaned one hand against the side of the shower wall as he broadened his stance, his hand picking up the pace. The humidity of the shower heightened the lingering smell of her perfume and he felt the coil of abdomen in his gut tighten as he grew harder.

“Fuck, Mulder. Harder.”

He could picture her perfectly. Every development of her body through the years, every new freckle, every new line. They were imprinted on his mind like a tattoo. What freckles was he missing out on now? Was her body any different from when he’d last seen it? He could remember how it was, when they were here together, her hair wet and plastered to her head, her breasts wet and bouncing with every thrust into her.

“God, you feel so good.”

He bit his lip as his thumb circled the head of his cock, already aching in anticipation of his impending release. There was nothing as erotic as her skin gliding against his own, her breaths and groans hitting his neck as she clung to him, desperate for her own release.

“Yeah, right there, ah”

When they made love he could always smell this scent lingering on her. It was almost like an aromatic aphrodisiac. He’d bought her a big bottle of it for their anniversary. Was it the same one she still used? Did she think of him? Did she think of him like he was thinkig of her right now? God he missed her.

“I love you so much, Mulder.”

He groaned and let his head fall back as he came all over the side of the shower, his body quivering as he thrust into his hand with reckless abandon. His orgasm left him sensitive and spent. 

He turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, the scent of her now just a memory as Daggoo watched him in the doorway. Mulder slid some clean boxers up over his hips and looked at the shower once more before grabbing a cup of water from the sink and tossing it on the tile so that the remenants of him come went down the drain.

She’d be over tomorrow and he wanted to keep everything looking nice.

Maybe one of these days she’d stay.

[just-mysme-headshots]

Ahh sorry for the late reply ;;;;; School has been keeping me really busy, so I wasn't online at all and couldn't see your post, sorry- Either way, I'm really happy that my ask means something to you ;w; I hope college won't be too stressful and that you still will have time to do the things you love. I also have to get used to my new hs schedule, so I kinda relate ;; Remember to eat and sleep enough, even on busy days! c: I agree with you about the better control when drawing traditionally.

I have thought about coloring my drawings! I just find that lining is much easier with traditional… I do have a tablet, though I seem to go through phases of traditional and digital art lol. Coloring is a lot easier with digital, I LOVE the variety of brushes that are offered and the fact that you can make your own. Palettes are easier to use as well, though I really suck at color theory :sevendespair: I didn’t know the multiply thing, I’m too afraid to mess with layer settings lolol,,,

I don’t know if you can submit anonymously?? My submission box is always open! It’s okay if you aren’t comfortable with sharing, I’m just happy to see everyone’s art and their own interpretations of characters and the like! It’s selfish, but I especially want to see if I’ve inspired you somehow… It means a lot, and it’s one of my main goals as an artist; to inspire people. Though when you put it like that, you must have posted in the Mugshots server before. I must have seen your art then? I’ll have to do some digging hmmmmm…

It’s obvious that I won’t be able to find who you are JUSt through how you type haha. That was the goal at first, but now I just can’t tell…

ALSO I’M SORRY IF I INTIMIDATED YOU!!! It’s not an intense hunt to find who exactly you are, and of course, it’s whatever you’re comfortable with. I’m not gonna hate you, nor will I ever hate you. You’re sending such nice messages, I just want to thank you personally and send some hugs T7T I’m convinced you aren’t Katy now haha (though Katy, you could totally be pulling a reverse psychology on me right now which is >:C) If only I just knew who your favorite character was… then I could narrow it down a little haha

I hope you’re comfortable in the server… I know we have some lurkers lolol. But just know, whoever you are, I love you and appreciate you being there, and your messages never fail to make me smile❤️🧡❤️

Good luck with school! Please remember to eat and get enough sleep!

[dailymemori]

lolol how can you still ship memori after that

man I was just gonna answer this with a meme but then like the amount of Bad Takes I’ve seen regarding memori lately had me all worked up earlier so. sorry for,,, all of this.

disclaimer: as far as shipping them goes? I’ll be first in line to say that where they’re at right now is not a healthy place to be in a romantic relationship, so I have no issue with them not being together atm. do I still love these two characters? do I still enjoy when they have scenes together? do I still have hope for their relationship in the future? YES. but I also recognize that they have a lot of shit to work out first.

with THAT out of the way, let’s get ready to suffer.

so the question is- how can I ship memori after “that”? I’m assuming “that” is the latest episode, and probably That One Scene in particular, which people have had a lot of strong opinions about, especially re: emori. and I’m sorry if I’m totally misreading your ask, anon, but it definitely comes across as “how can you still ship memori after emori did that”

because a lot of people are reading that scene as her only loving murphy when he’s strong and not when he’s weak which is….. a leap. to me that wasn’t about her not loving him when he’s weak- that was about her loving him even when he’s falling apart and putting her down, but also knowing that she deserves better than that, and that he needs to work on himself before their relationship can work.

i see people saying that she just wants him to hurry up and get better, that she isn’t trying to help him through his low points, or that she’s tearing him down instead of building him up. which, aside from having a slight “broken boy needs a girl to put up with his shitty behavior and ”“fix”“ him” vibe to it, it’s also just…. not accurate imo?

in 5x06 we had a whole conversation that explained that emori only ended things with murphy after he pushed her away “again and again and again” until she had no choice. to me, that doesn’t sound like someone who just gave up on him as soon as he hit a rough patch. that doesn’t sound like someone who doesn’t care about him at his worst. that sounds like someone who tried, repeatedly, over and over and over, to stick with him through his bad days and understand why he was acting the way he was. but he wasn’t letting her. and that probably came from his own misplaced feelings that she didn’t need him anymore, that she was somehow better off without him, which is what made him push her away. and eventually, emori had enough. she put her own well being first, which does not make her the Bad Guy here.

you can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved. isn’t that a “thing” on this show? idk sounds familiar to me. emori can’t single handedly “fix” murphy if he continues to push her away, and especially if he doesn’t make any effort to change. I don’t want anyone to think I’m unsympathetic to murphy’s struggles this season. I GET IT, I really do. mental health issues and self esteem issues can cause all kinds of shit in relationships. I’m not saying murphy is wrong or weak for being affected by that. the problem is when people try to use that as an excuse, instead of as an explanation. and on the flip side, love can help and love can heal, but love isn’t a magic cure. the idea that emori didn’t love him enough to fix him is ridiculous.

even in this episode, murphy wasn’t trying to work on himself, he was just trying to make things go back to the way they were before, to be the “old” murphy that emori fell in love with. i get it, that boy was doing the MOST. he was checking all the boxes. they were pulling a con in the woods. they were gonna be a team again. they were going to save raven, which is something he knows emori wants so badly. instead of insulting her new skills or being bitter about them, he’s making those skills an integral part of the plan. he just saw that drawing of the rocket scene, where some of emori’s (potentially) last words to him were “survive, please.” so he’s throws that into conversation as well. did you HEAR the way he says “survive” in that scene?? he’s trying so hard to remind her, to say “see?? remember?? us surviving together??” they even do their “okay? okay.“ thing.

but she doesn’t bite.

she’s in for his plan, but not for anything beyond it.

and a surprisingly large part of fandom hates her for that. I think a little part of it is that weird concept that if man is interested in a woman, then she should at least "give him a chance”, regardless of whether or not she’s interested in him. which is bullshit but also unfortunately part of society. so I guess it’s actually not surprising to me that people are all over emori for not immediately taking him back. people read that as “oh she’s only in love with the "old” john or the “strong” john or she only wants him when he’s fighting. he’s obviously trying to be that way again, so why is she still acting like a bitch???“

thing is, he’s not acting like the old fighting-to-survive john because he’s made a decision to do that for himself, but because he thinks that’s what emori wants him to do. he even says it. "I thought this is what you wanted.”  he’s being the “old” john again. he’s trying to survive. why isn’t that enough?

the point is, he can’t be “old” john again. emori may have fallen in love with that “old” version of john, but that isn’t the john that’s standing in front her in that moment. and she’s not the same person she was then either. in the words of literally every cast member, six years is a LONG TIME. they’re both different people than they were back in those “its us against the world” days. and while murphy seems to think that if he acts a certain way and does certain things, then they can go back to that… emori isn’t falling for it. she’s grown beyond that codependency and he resents/is jealous of that. that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want him anymore, because there’s clearly still attraction there, but she’s not going to put herself and their relationship through this cycle again.

she can’t just pretend that him acting like the old john again is going to fix everything. things between them have changed. there’s trust that’s been broken there. “old” john didn’t put down her skills, or insult her, or push her away, or break her heart, or punish her for having a life outside of him. that’s the “new” john. that’s the john she’s facing in this scene. she knows that he needs to work on himself, that he needs to want to be better for HIMSELF, not for her, or he’s just going to fall apart again after this fight. she doesn’t see there being a change in that cycle. and no matter how much they still love each other, he can’t be dependent on her for his own stability, and she shouldn’t have to be that sole source for him.

can they still get back to a place where being together is healthy for them? i certainly think and hope so. but there’s a lot that needs to happen first, and right now they’re not at that point.

trust me I could go on and on about this subject because there are SO MANY MORE LAYERS to this situation and I didn’t even come close to fully breaking down any of it really but hopefully this made,,, at least a little bit of sense. obviously this is just how I’m viewing the whole situation so like, I’m not trying to say this is the only way or the “right” way to interpret it. everyone has their own experiences that shape how they view stories like this and that’s absolutely valid.

ANYWAY I’m… so sorry…. this turned into a ridiculously long ramble about the way fandom is treating this arc/memori in general and not an answer to the original question, which was…… how can I still ship memori after all that?

well, the Deep, Intellectual, Eloquent, Morally Correct reason is….

[sweetnestor]

12 Days | Chapter 8.2

Two guys that lowkey hate each other are forced to walk in each other’s shoes in order to learn a lesson.

***in collaboration with @themarkiplierexperience

lmao soz its not actually x reader we’re just desperate for attention haaaa

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“I want to ask what the origin story behind this is, but I think I’m better off not knowing,” Tom typed. He attached a “selfie” wearing a bright blue shirt with the word “Wowie” printed on it in a strange fashion. Then, he sent the whole thing to Ethan.

He did see the other texts from the boy that he received the evening before, but Tom was dying to show this to him now. He finally had a look at what Ethan’s “merch” was like. To say he was not expecting “wowie” on a t-shirt was an understatement. Why “wowie”?

Halfway through editing this video, Tom kind of despised Ethan… and he definitely hated the word “Wowie” with a burning passion. It wasn’t all bad, though. Tom had spent the day with a funny pair of people: Parker and Andrew. He didn’t have to consciously act like Ethan to get along with the pair. They were so graciously weird that seeing their friend act out of character was considered normal for them… if that made any sense. The three of them, along with Amy, made a video together that was about this awful blue t-shirt. A promotional video, and instead of having a whole filming crew complete with camera men and editors, it was all self made. It was impressive, don’t get him wrong, but Tom only thrived when he was on camera, not behind the scenes.

It was a minute and a half long video, yet it was taking ages for him to put it all together. Not to mention, Tom was awaiting an update from Ethan about Zendaya. Earlier, he had said that she wanted to talk, and god knows what that was supposed to mean. On top of that, Bella was getting a little harder to handle.

Tom had invited her to come along to shoot the video, but she had gotten immensely sheepish and timid when she heard about the people who would be joining them. She made an excuse about having emails to answer and business Skype meetings to have. She only returned to his apartment after hearing that Parker, Andrew, and Amy had left for the day, and even then she just stayed in the living room while Tom finished the video. Weird, but whatever.

A few hours later, Tom could say he was proud of what he had created. The video was very sarcastic, and kind of funny, but it got the message across: “Buy this ugly ass shirt.” Really, he didn’t see the appeal, but Ethan’s fans sure did. The shirt had been on sale on Ethan’s merch store all month, and as of today, there were only ten days left to buy it. Tom learned all of this through Parker, who had a hand in running the store. Thank god he wasn’t left in completely in the dark.

Thing is, Tom easily learned about different aspects of this kid’s life. He knew the girlfriend, a good amount of the friends, and just enough about his personality to get by. The hard part was the YouTube stuff, because everyone around him assumed that he knew what he was doing. They all assumed he was Ethan. How bizarre would it be if Ethan just suddenly asked for help on the basics of editing a simple video? How long would it be for someone to figure that this wasn’t Ethan, that it was somebody else? What would they do, besides throw him in an asylum?

A knock on the bedroom door snapped Tom out of his thoughts. He pulled off his headphones and granted access.

Bella came in, an unreadable expression on her face. “Hey…”

“Hi, love,” Tom greeted, turning in his chair to face her.

She stepped in, looking around the room as she tangled her fingers together. “I don’t mean to interrupt you, I’m just…” She sighed. “This is really stupid, like really stupid…”

“Oh, how bad could it be?” he asked, putting on a kind smile, despite how nervous the sudden tension made him.

Bella picked at her nails to fill the silence. But she finally asked in a soft voice, “why didn’t you ask me to be in your video?”

Honestly, Tom had been hoping she had that conversation with her real boyfriend. Even he found it weird that the “talking to women” bit from the video starred Amy. Why not Bella? It probably wasn’t something to fuss about, but the girl’s nerves radiated for miles, it made Tom himself feel like he had done something wrong. He didn’t even know how to respond.

“I mean, you and Parker came up with the video idea like what? Two weeks ago,” she rambled, “and you guys came up with the ‘talking to girls’ thing and your first thought was Amy? Not that there’s anything wrong with that, I-I mean she did come up with the shirt design…”

Ah, so that was the culprit.

“I-It’s not that I wanted to slap you - uh, fake slap you for a video,” Bella went on, her voice getting shaky, “i-it’s just you didn’t think to ask me, I don’t know. Am I freaking out over nothing?”

“You freak out over everything,” Tom said without thinking. There was a small pause before he turned back to the computer.

“I know, it’s what I do,” Bella said, not seeming offended by that statement. “It probably wasn’t a big deal. I shouldn’t have bothered you, sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. Any other thoughts, concerns?” It was half sarcastic, but she took the bait.

“I’ve been… having dreams…”

Ethan was supposed to know that tone, what that particular phrase meant. Tom, on the other hand, was clueless.

“Naughty dreams?”

“No.” Bella’s tone was serious now. She paced around the small recording space, still picking at her nails. “Bad dreams. I’ve had dreams like this before… Ethan, please don’t make me say it.”

It had been five days since the switch, five days of being this girl’s boyfriend, and Tom was getting more and more impatient.

“Don’t talk about it then,” he said with a shrug. “If it’s really that scary, or disturbing, or whatever it is... then you don’t need to speak of it.”

Again, it was silent. Tom definitely said the wrong thing, but he didn’t know how to handle a girl with anxiety. He could barely handle Zendaya, even though he hoped to fix things with her.

“You’re probably right,” Bella spoke at last. She turned on her heel towards the door. “No one wants to remember that time, especially me.” She stopped at the doorway and looked back at him. “Oh, and I just figured out why I was freaking out over Amy. It’s been almost a year since Mark left me for her.”

Whoa. What would Ethan say to that? What would Ethan think about his girlfriend mentioning her ex?

Speaking of the ex, Tom’s phone dinged on his desk. Mark had texted him. Admittedly, Tom wasn’t really texting anyone consistently apart from Ethan. He had also ignored Mark’s texts from the other day, so there was a chance he wasn’t on good terms with the boss.

“Hey look man, I don’t know what’s going on with you lately, but I need an answer. Are you going to be returning to work anytime soon? Or do we need to make a public statement that you don’t work for me anymore? I’m not trying to put pressure on you, or anything with malice. I just need to know what’s going on business wise.”

Public statement? So the fans knew Mark had editors? And there had to be something said publicly when something changed behind the scenes? Is that how YouTube works?

“I think my girlfriend is hung up on you, you’re the last person I need to see right now,” Tom typed for literally no other reason except to see if it sounded like something his other half would say. He chuckled to himself after deeming that it was too ridiculous and out of line and went to delete it…

You know when you mean to do one thing but instead do another? Yeah, Tom somehow mixed up the ‘send’ key and the ‘backspace’ key, and well…

“Fuck!” he snapped, sitting up in his chair, watching as the angry text sent. “No, no, no, no! Shit!”

Oh god, Ethan was so fired.

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Tom didn’t have the heart to tell Ethan about the wonderful conversation he had with Mark following that text. He read through the messages he received while he was editing over and over again just to avoid telling him what went down. Ethan seemed excited to be in Montreal.

“So guess I have a workout tomorrow morning? Wish me luck bc I’ll actually die.” That’ll be fun to hear about, but it didn’t settle the knot in Tom’s stomach.

“I’m almost ok with the switch if it means getting to stay in this house dude it’s so nice?? I’m never leaving.” Tom was not okay with the switch. He wanted to be in that house right now, leave Ethan with the mess that he made.

“I finished the wowie video. I hate the word wowie. Please never say it again,” he typed and sent before reading the rest of the texts. He noticed that Ethan will either be completely silent, or send multiple texts at once. No in between.

“Also,,,,, fuck kinda friendship you got with Harrison? You give each other lap dances???” Ethan asked. Oh no. Oh god. “Not judging, just wish I’d known you were rejecting zendaya for ur best m8 lolol.”

Tom literally groaned out loud and palmed his forehead. Then, he frantically sent, “IT WASNOTHING WE DONT SPEAK OF IT SHUT UP.” No way he was getting into that with this guy. He wouldn’t understand.

The next message didn’t help very much. “Speaking of Daya, we talked today. She asked abot how you feel and what you thought you 2 had going on. Made it clear it was her choice what happened, but that you’re just friends? Idk man how DO you feel?”

“Anyway, the videos were good. Much better than Tyler’s first edits for sure. Good job, I’m impressed.”

“Shooting starts tomorrow so I’m off to learn everything there is to know about acting…….. By watching some movie wiht the guys, gn.”

Tom sat there for a few minutes, trying to word any of the thoughts in his head. Why couldn’t have Ethan made the Zendaya decision for him? He seems like a nice guy, he’s had a girlfriend for six months, and she didn’t seem tired of him!

“I’ll deal with her when we switch back… by the way when are we gonna switch back??? Anyway, have a good night mate, have a pint for me!”

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