#sy: red string

[strawb3rryhachi]

“So so cute, Sy.” You gush, taking in the giant man in front of you, reduced to nothing but a panting mess, pink tinge taking over his cheeks, ears, down his neck. Silver hairs slicked to his forehead as his pure, unadulterated need spread through him like a fever.

Giving you a sloppy, fucked out smile as he watches your fingers slip in and out of yourself, sinking as far forward as his restraints would allow, the antique chair squealing as he pulls against them. The sounds of your praises blending harmoniously with the squelches of slick pooling between your thighs, spilling onto his desk.

Truly, he could’ve broken out of the pretty pink bows rather easily, and you knew that. They were mostly there for decoration, to match the pretty pink one wrapped around his painfully hard cock.

But no, he loved this game. Truly loved being expertly handled by the woman he loved, loved being the only person who could bring out this wild, depravity nestled deep within you.

He whimpered and whined, to hell with pride. He was leaking more and more precum by the second, sliding down, down down his shaft and staining the pink ribbon. He needed to touch or be touched.

“Being so good f’me,” You coo, hooking your shoe under his seat and yanking it forward, bringing him mere inches away from your dripping heat, your candied smell bouncing back at him, “Would you like a taste, my love?”

Your smile is feral, lethal for Sylus. He almost dives in face first, but he knows better by now. He won’t be rewarded for taking instead of waiting to be given. He looks up at you, crimson eyes sending a silent plea your way before he can even open his mouth. That breathtaking flush creeping its way down his chest.

“Please, Kitten.” He purrs, though it comes out more as a choked whine as he watches your fingers slip out of you, covered in that honeyed arousal he craved oh so badly. He watches as you separate your fingers, gooey strings of slick like delicious little spiderwebs between them.

“Open.” And oh god, before you can even finish the second syllable his perfect mouth is granting you access, tongue lolling out so sluttily, so ready to savor whatever your so kind as to bestow unto him. And he’s smiling, a gone, pussy drunken smile, a small trickle of spittle beading from the corner of his mouth. The sight of him alone is almost enough to make you cum.

Your fingers prod into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue. Watching as his eyes roll back into his head, an overwhelming euphoria taking over as he’s latching onto your pretty little digits. You almost don’t believe it when you see his cock twitch, angry red tip spurting out that yummy white liquid you had been hoping he’d fuck into you.

His mouth still wrapped snugly around your fingers as he came, suckling to get every last drop of your essence, shooting him deeper into his undoing. Cum dripping down his toned stomach, down your forearms and soaking into that perfect patch of silver on his pubic bone.

He’s begging and pleading, wholly unsure of just what it is he was asking for, chest heaving with every shaky breath. You can’t help the sick sense of satisfaction swirling deep within your pussy belly.

“Looks like we’ll have to start your punishment from the beginning, huh?”

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i think the world needs more sub sylus <3 okay gn i gotta go be a barista at 6am.

xoxo

Hachi

[sayangrafayel]

LADS react to you singing your heart out to a BREAK UP (RAGE) SONG!

Sometimes you can be in a happy and healthy relationship but damn those break up songs are just so good.. you know!? How would the boys react to finding you singing your heart out to the lyrics? 🎤

Sylus, Xavier, Rafayel, Zayne, Caleb

Sylus

Just watch as I crucify myself for some weird second string loser who's not worth mentioning! My God, love's embarrassing as hell! (Love Is Embarrassing - Olivia Rodrigo)

You and the twins and Mephi are jamming to the song singing along to it and having a little dance party.

"Sweetie...?" "Oh hi, Sy!" "What is happening here?"

The twins keep trying to scare him into thinking you're actually mad at him, when he finally clarified everything with you, the twins.. well, good luck for them. (Dw you will defend your boys so they won't face harsher punishment)

Xavier

If that was casual then I'm an idiot, I'm looking for an answer in between the lines, lying to yourself if you think we're fine. You're confused and I'm upset but we never talk about it.. (Sharpest Tool - Sabrina Carpenter)

You and Xavier were out with your work friends, you guys went to a karaoke bar. You were tipsy when Tara hands you a mic and tell you to sing so you just chose the song you currently like!

Xavier was silent the whole time you were on the mini stage, this happened before, you were tipsy and he picked you up from a bar and you told him how he makes you question everything.. (Xavier's Close Feelings tender moments)

But as you come down you gave him a little hug and smile and he gets reminded that it was in the past, way in the beginning of your relationship. Now, it's simply just a song you like. :)

Rafayel

Shout out to my ex, you're really quite the man. You made my heart break and that made me who I am! (Shout Out To My Ex - Little Mix)

He was in one of his boring and long meeting when he scrolled on his phone and see the video on your moment post.

He suddenly left without saying a word and rushed to you.

Called you, screaming and (crying) "HELLO? LAST TIME I CHECKED WE WERE STILL IN A HAPPY RELATIONSHIP!? I LEAVE FOR AN HOUR AND I'M YOUR EX NOW???"

Zayne

Is it insensitive for me to say get your shit together, so I can love you? Is it really your anxiety that stops you from giving me everything? Or do you just not want to? (Renegade - Big Red Machine, Taylor Swift)

When he heard you singing it his heart sank. What is happening. Why did you suddenly sing that? Did you relate to it? Did you feel that way about him? Did he make you feel that way?

He wanted to talk about it but he was scared of your answer. You weren't wrong. But you weren't right either. It was not anxiety that's stopping him from giving you everything...

He tried to show his affections in words and actions even more the next day and you were so confused, you ask him why and he explained that he's trying to be a better boyfriend, but you tell him he's been the best even before he tried to be more!

(I'm so sorry Zayne girlies the hurt/comfort just felt right here)

Caleb

Tell me how's it feel sittin' up there? Feeling so high but too far away to hold me? You know I'm the one who put you up there. Name in the sky, does it ever get lonely? Thinking you could live without me! (Without Me - Halsey)

He saw you singing your heart out during a karaoke on your friends' moment post.

"Sorry, have I been away too much? I should fly back and see you more often, I'm so sorry, honey..."

Drowns you in gifts and of course that forgiveness for Caleb coupon is gonna come out too. You were so confused as to why your boyfriend is acting this way.

[lamb-teaa]

` Little Miracles!

` pairing: Sylus x fem!reader

` tags: fluff! fluff! fluff! late-Christmas fluff! short ficlet. marriage life, your honor. soft husband Sylus.

` teaa's note: laaate but heck at least i finally got this outta my brainrot! mewrry late-Christmas everyone!

You were up to something.

Sylus could immediately sense the moment he arrived home from his usual dealings. The twinkle in your eyes, the beaming giddy smile gracing your lips and the way you were practically bouncing on your feet when you pulled him towards the living room couch.

He raised a brow when he noticed you were hiding something behind your back, an amused smile twitched at the corner of his lips. "Hmm? What is it, sweetie?"

You eagerly placed a small gift box in front of him, your heart racing in anticipation and excitement as you gave his hand a light squeeze. “Christmas present for you.”

Sylus eyes the small sized red box tied with a string of blue ribbon, smiling softly, “Didn’t we agree not to give presents for Christmas? You’re already the best present I have in my life.”

A lovely blush adorned on your cheeks as you playfully booped him on the nose. "Ah my darling, a charmer as always, buuut this gift is something I can't not give you."

"Is that so." Sylus chuckled in amusement, now curious about the content inside the box. But then he noticed something perched upon a tall stand by the wide living room TV.

“..Why is the camera there?”

“It's for a memento.”

“Sweetie, if this is some kind of a prank I’ll-“

“Just open it!”

Sylus shot you an deadpan stare, torn between demanding a direct answer from you or indulge in your little fun. But there was something in your gaze that made him pause, the mixture of hope and worry shone in your eyes before Sylus finally decided to give in as he drifted his attention to the small gift box on his lap.

Slowly and carefully, Sylus pulled off the ribbon. Shaking the box slightly when he realized how light it felt and making sure you didn't put some kind of, well, something inside to spook him or anything - the cautious sight of him earned a slight annoyed eye roll from you despite the smile still present on your lips.

Opening the lid, he found himself looking at a small piece of black and white photo. Confusion etched on his expression when he examined it closer but then froze when he realized what it was.

A sonogram.

With a small handwritten note scribbled beneath the image.

‘You’re going to be a daddy!’

Sylus's head snapped towards you in an instant, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your still flat stomach, his hand slightly trembling as he held the sonogram.

“Are you sure?” His voice came out shaky, his eyes locked into yours as his heart raced with pure elation and hope.

You felt your cheeks hurt from smiling too much. Your husband’s reaction was too adorable and you were glad you had the camera set up early to capture this joyful moment. You chuckled and nodded cheerfully, cradling his cheeks into your hands, “Yes Sy, I took three tests this morning before confirming it through checkup with a doctor."

Sylus abruptly stood up, eyes still wide as saucers, “Are you really really sure?”

“I’m positive!”

Your squealed echoed throughout the living room when he picked you up and began spinning you around in his arms, his face buried against your neck, his voice came out in an awed whispered. "You're pregnant.."

Sylus carefully set you back on your two feet, surprising you when he suddenly kneeled down in front of you, his calloused hands holding your waist gently as he nuzzled his face against your stomach, his voice loving and tender as he whispered. "You're pregnant.. With my baby.. Our baby.."

Your heart warmth from the gesture, your fingers threading through his hair as you gently lifted his face up to look at you. An excited and amused giggle escaping your lips as you decided to correct him on something. "Babies actually, darling."

Sylus blinked, puzzled. "Huh?"

You let out another gleeful giggle, before tugging him once more to sit on the couch. Holding the sonogram up close to him as you began pointing to the three small gestational sac on the grainy picture.

"Look closer. There's baby A, baby B-"

Sylus nearly toppled over at your words. "Wait, what?"

"-And baby C!" You finished with a beaming smile, enjoying the shocked and flabbergasted expression on Sylus's face.

It's not often you get to see the big bad leader of Onychinus get caught off guard like this so you were thrilled to witness it yourself by announcing your first pregnancy.

Mission success~!

Sylus was rendered speechless, his mouth slightly agape as he observed the sonogram much longer, now finally noticing the three little bundle and realization hit him in an instant. "You're carrying three...?"

"Triplets, my loveable darling. Yes." You grinned, ruffling his hair to snap him out of his stunned stupor. "Our three little miracles on Christmas day."

Three little miracles.

Three bundle of joy.

Three times the love.

Placing the sonogram aside, he summoned his Evol, the black red mist wrapping around your figure as it very gently levitated you slightly in the air, causing you to let out a small squeak of surprise, before placing you to sit on his lap. His strong arms immediately circled around your waist, his face resting on top of your chest as he let out a soft happy chuckle.

"Thank you." His deep voice whispered in earnest, his hold around you tightened at the thought of you carrying his children, his eyes fluttering close to suppress the tears threatened to spill out. “Thank you for this wonderful gift."

Sylus embraced you tightly, lifting his face to gaze into yours, his eyes full of affection and warmth before capturing your lips in a sweet tender kiss that had you melting in his arms. "I love you, sweetie.”

You smiled against his lips, your arms wrapping around his shoulders to pull him closer, deepening the kiss as both your hearts raced in sync from the overwhelming emotions. “Love you more, Sy.”

Lost in their love and warmth, the camera continued rolling, capturing the heartfelt moments between the two soon-to-be parents on the wonderful winter night.

[leighsartworks216]

The Raven Masterlist

Sylus x gn!Reader series

Fics will be reordered depending on when they take place

Main Masterlist

First Love and Deepspace Masterlist

Second Love and Deepspace Masterlist

Third Love and Deepspace Masterlist

AO3

Tag List Form

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The Raven - AO3 - Sylus x gn!Reader (fem coded)

Warnings: violence, injury, implied/reference torture, selectively mute reader, flirting, drinking, alcohol

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Scar Tissue - AO3 - Sylus x gn!Reader

Warnings: cuddling, early relationship, intimacy, injury, guns, knives, semi-nudity

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Lap Dog - AO3 - Sylus x gn!Reader

Warnings: violence, guns, threats, kissing, biting, hair-pulling, cuddling, literal sleeping together, no smut, fluffy ending

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In Your Arms - AO3 - Sylus x gn!Reader

Warnings: fluff, cuddling, some biting, established relationship, selectively mute reader, reader is the only one who can boss him around like this

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Fallen Angel - AO3 - Sylus x gn!Reader

Warnings: torture, blood, injury, gun violence, mind control, swearing, (wanting to) vomit, slight invasion of privacy, pet names, sleep deprivation, alcohol + drinking, possessive behavior, kissing, some religious imagery, selectively mute reader, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending

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Love Me, That's All I Ask Of You - AO3 - Sylus x gn!Reader

Warnings: blood, injury, self-destructive behavior, swearing, requited unrequited love, angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending, kissing, ignoring the red string of fate, jealousy, soft Sylus

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Until All That Remains - AO3 - Vampire!Sylus x gn!Human!Reader

Warnings: vampire au, vampire/human relationship, royalty au, swearing, kissing, biting, blood, injury, violence, slight nudity, devotion

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The Mission - AO3 - Sylus x gn!Reader

Warnings: strip clubs, violence, blood, injury, stalking, forehead kisses, shapeshifting, MC and Sylus acting like siblings

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You Don't Have To Say It - AO3 - Sylus x gn!Reader

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, cuddling, kissing, literal sleeping together, declarations of love, swearing

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Claw Machines - AO3 - Sylus x gn!Reader

Warnings: fluff, silly, growing friendship, arcades, healing their inner child, kissing, swearing, banter

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Red String of Fate - AO3 - Sylus x gn!Reader

Warnings: red string of fate, birthday, past trauma, past character death, fluff, kissing, crying, presents

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Mutually Assured Destruction - AO3 - Sylus x gn!Reader

Warnings: spicy but no smut, collars, leashes, muzzles, marking, ownership, master/pet, light bondage, halloween, slight swearing, established relationship

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You Shouldn't Touch Me So Casually - AO3 - Sylus x gn!Reader

SMUT Warnings: cat Sylus, cockwarming, riding, touch starved Sy and reader (mention), swearing, kissing, biting, licking (once), scent kink, no genital descriptions for reader, spoilers for Sylus's Yes, Cat Caretaker card

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With Bated Breath - AO3 - Sylus x gn!Reader

Warnings: fluff. light angst, sickfic, fever, cuddling, references to homelessness and death

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Flight of the Crows - AO3 - dragon/fiend!Sylus x gn!dragon/fiend!Reader

Warnings: slow burn, dragon/fiend Sylus, dragon/fiend Reader, implied/referenced torture, blood, injury, near death experiences

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Guard Dog - AO3 - Sylus x hybrid!Reader

Warnings: hybrid au, intense, swearing, auction, violence, blood, non-sexual bondage, muzzles, torture, implied/referenced torture, implied/referenced abuse, guns, ambiguous/open ending, collar, hair-pulling, Sylus is cold and a bit mean (think first time we meet him in-game)

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[coolshadowtwins]

I really really like soulmate aus, platonic or otherwise.

And I like the idea that SY either didn’t have a mark before coming to PIDW, or he specifically had a character’s name (whatever ship you want lol) and that was why he read the book- because it had a cool character that matched his soulmate’s name.

Except I can’t write anything like that! Because QiJiu in this version makes me sad! I can have all the headcanons and aus I want of SJ coming back post canon, or during canon, or whatever, with YQY not even knowing that he had been missing and so not causing me distress, but I can’t do that here!

Imagine you’re sitting at your soulmate’s bedside, for days. He’s been sick, very sick, and he might not wake up. Your relationship with him hasn’t been good since you were little but he’s still the most important person in your life, and you only want whatever he wants!

And then he wakes up! Which is great! But he doesn’t seem to remeber you, or anything, and he’s smiling at you but there’s no real feeling there and-

Your name is gone and replaced on his arm by either the disciple that he hates or the Shidi that hates him or both/the red string is no longer attached to you, you wanted it untie on your hand in real time, and now it’s going out of the house/the mark on him has changed to not be yours/the color of the world suddenly leaves you for the first time since you were a toddler/the soulmate timer has started up again, even though you’re right there.

I can’t! The thought of YQY having to live like that is awful! It’s one thing to think that SJ just forgot about him and is living a better life somewhere else, it’s another thing to think that your soulmate ties had to be broken for that to happen!

Anyway, I might write some soulmate aus later lol

[10thmusemoon]

Askbox title/word game!! Let's see *checks my list of song lyrics that would make great fic titles*

Title: it's a relief when it goes wrong

Alternatively, word: esuriant

oooh this would be a comedic modern QiJiu fic, SJ centered, where he has a string of boyfriends that are 100% convinced that they are The One. They've listened to all the times he's complained about his terrible ex husband and have decidedly done none of those things that piss Shen Jiu off.

(somehow, this still pisses Shen Jiu off)

They're doing SO WELL, they are communicating and doing their best to anticipate his triggers and boundaries, so certain that they are the ones that will help Shen Jiu finally move on.

(cue the pitying stares from cumplane)

Only for SJ to be the one to break it off the second he even hears a hint of YQY doing something that could possibly indicate he's trying to move on.

"What does your ex buying a houseplant have anything to do with us?"

"Why are you still here? I have a knife, leave before I use it!"

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"Jiu-ge...YQY started volunteering at an animal shelter..."

Shen Jiu, engagement ring thrown out the window, four inch red sole Louboutins on. "I'm five minutes away."

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It's a never ending self destructive cycle where SJ can't stand the possibility of not being the center of YQY's world but also fears being the one that Ruins It For Good when they are together. So he constantly leaves knowing he can come back, YQY will always open his arms to him if SJ is the one that initiates it. There is no way they can grow to resent one another in the relationship if they are not together long enough for the spark to disappear.

For YQY, he's a defeatist and will let SJ leave, if that's what SJ thinks is best. But at the same time, it's gratifying that time and time again, SJ always comes back to him. All he needs to do is be a little patient.

Things are "fine" until YQY actually talks about this in therapy and his therapist points out (at this point already having deciphered yqy doesn't do things for Himself) that always taking SJ back, always leaving that opportunity open, just keeps SJ in a cycle of heart break and misery. Isn't that also unfair to him?

[YQY, gripping the chair arm, gritting his teeth.]:...i see

Which leads YQY to going on his first not-SJ date in years. He tries to keep it on the dl, so as not ruin SJ's current relationship, unfortunately, TLJ cannot keep his mouth shut and mentions it to his book club, who mentions it to his estranged son, who mentions it to his boyfriend SY, who has SJ on speed dial to tattle.

More than YQY buying a couch or fostering a pet, this lights a fire under SJ's ass where he decides to cut that avenue off for yqy entirely and shows up to his date to propose to himl

TLJ, clapping in the bg: wow! Amazing! Can I- SJ: why are you here, scram

For the 12th time, they move in together and SJ still leaves occasionally during arguments, but just harasses SY or SQH in the meantime before returning. The threat of divorce turns into a very intricate foreplay.

YQY, of course, fires his therapist.

Alternatively, for esuriant cw: body horror, gore, cannibalism

SJ needs, for whatever plot reason, to consume pieces of YQY to stay alive. This leads to them finding a way to clone YQY, split his consciousness into the clones, and harvest his organs as needed. If anyone found out they would be horrified and try to rescue yqy from this situation. Unfortunately, they are truly freak4freak and this is quite possibly the ultimate form of happiness that yqy can reach. There is no greater joy than lovingly preparing his(?) old body for SJ to consume, feeding him small chunks by hand and delighting in SJ's impatience when he just decides to bite yqy's neck and drink his blood.

Truly, what bliss.

[professorfcknmoriarty]

If this season doesn't turn out to be a great trans allegory about denying who you are for the people around you and transitioning into who you're supposed to be and being the real you (written specifically for Brennan's dear friend Ally Beardsley who transitioned since starting the show, but also for all his friends), I'll pull a Lydia Barkrock and cook 37 chicken parmesans.

There are SO many threads to pull, but to name a few:

In episode 1, Cassandra, who prior to JY used they/them instead of she/her pronouns and didn't look like a copy of Kristin, offered to theme herself around shakes and smoothies to make herself more likeable and relatable to Kristin, and episode 4 she says, "You saved me from being the Nightmare King."

In episode 5, Brennan offered, "Do you wanna use doubt as your weapon here, or do you want to use rage as your weapon here? Do you want to approach the goddess with her own gift, or is there something in here that you wanna go with?"

Later, Brennan says, "There's a moment where that red glows in her, and she says, "Why don't you let me get us out of here?" and turns to look at all of these rage shatter-star things. You see that she looks at them with recognition, and she goes, "How are they back here? I thought you were dead"."

And later something or someone said "She is at my side once more," and Brennan says "Kristen, your goddess is gone and a being whose name you do not know speaks to you with rage and malice from a realm beyond."

In episode 10, Siobhan/Adaine asked: "Was this god that seems to be missing a celestial god or a giant god?" And Brennan said, "On a 27, I will honor the specificity of that question. You think this god's domain changed over time."

From Lydia, we heard, "This god was a god of the Nine Hells, a god of, you know, fire and rage and torment, yadda yadda, all that stuff."

And later, Brennan says, "You start recording the moon, recording that. I think you find effectively what we would call MNA, magical nucleic acid. You're finding a string of magical sequencing. I'm gonna say from this point on, anytime you do any kind of Detect Magic or Detect Evil and Good, you will be able to see whether something is directly of Bakur. But you also find a deific, almost mitochondrial DNA of, oh, here's Bakur, but here's actually where he gets his power from -" and, "- So you're also able to be like, if you were to investigate anything else, you now have this magical sequence being like, is this of the deity that produced Bakur?"

To which Siobhan/Adaine says, "So Cassandra was married to a female or nonbinary or transmasc deity. Mitochondrial," And Brennan agrees that's what he could mean.

In episode 11, Brennan says, "Your worry as these things came out of your hand, the shards enclosed themselves. There was fear, right? Which is something that Cassandra, who in some other version of herself was the Nightmare King, is very familiar with," and while they're falling into the briefcase he says, "you're falling faster. As he (Baron) goes, he says, "The Nightmare King, very angry, once again in the arms of his loving partner. I think you should be very afraid Kristen Applebees, but not of sweet little old Baron from the Baronies. You have plenty of fish in your fish pot to fry with your fish oil." And disappears into the pages again. Very mad. So Cassandra's mad and with... They've both been corrupted again."

(Note that the Nightmare King used he/him pronouns, Cassandra used they/them at the end of SY, she/they before the mall. Baron used they/them pronouns in SY and he/they in JY.)

In episode 12, Riz said "I wasn't keeping him (Baron) a secret. I said I was dating Baron from the Baronies, but I made that up. But then, he became real." And Baron said "I am sorry that my romance partner, Riz Gukgak, has lied so much about my nature," And "(my stark father) wants to make your name something that cannot hurt you anymore."

And Riz said "-(this was) A clear lie that maybe other people could've picked up on, but didn't. And then, you know, Baron was manifested."

And later Baron said, "My stark father does not wish to ever be referred to by his name," and "Stark father, I call him, but there are other titles by which he is referred." And, "You will die here and then there will be none that remember her."

So Riz's refusal to think about or acknowledge his feelings or identity (aro/ace) and thus making up a partner that "doesn't go here" to keep his friends from suspecting or shunning him for his otherness manifested in magic from the Nightmare King/Stark Father/Cassandra. Baron isn't just a manifestation of his lies but a manifestation of his inability to accept his own identity and trying to be someone he isn't.

Random weird threads that seem somehow connected: Kristin's notoriously religious and bigoted parents have they/them pronouns in their title card AS DO Digby and Wilma Thistlespring but not every pair that often shares title cards (see the Barkrocks who have their pronouns listed separately).

There's so much focus so far on names, names that hurt you (what kinds of names hurt trans people? Dead names, usually), identity, changing, duality of self, being honest with and about yourself and I just-

There's also been a lot going on about how little correction that's been for misgendering or just completely changing the pronouns of previously nonbinary NPCs in this season. Given the fact that there have been so many details like this peppered throughout the season so far, I highly suspect that the lack of correction is to not alert the Players too early as to the overarching plotline.

(Also non-zero chance Bucky Applebees turns out to be trans and/or Kristin transitions by the end of the Bad Kids story arch)

[theredcuyo]

Something something Shen Yuan not being able to chose many things in his life before(? Because the internalized homophobia and deatachment of himself doesn't come from nowhere) and after transmigration but two of the things that he does have control over he does unconciously even if that puts him in danger

Something something those two things being to act kind to others and to love Binghe

Something something the fact that at the end of the novel he could not chose both after all the hurt it has brought his way but he still does because on the long run is what also brings him happiness (Not revealing things to Yqy, not being mean to him either or anyone for that matter, not as much as he could even when he is, even Tianlang-Jun and the guy almost killed everyone) (And not fucking off to be a hermit like he could be, again)

Something something Shen Jiu did the opposite (Being kind hurt to much to still be and if the world couldn't be so to him what was the point? What was the point on loving someone so much it could hurt?) (mention to his cut off red string)

Something something being kind to others may not change the world completely, but there was at least a little bit more of happiness in it today

Because being kind and loving Binghe didn't erase his trauma but it helped him heal from it, it gave him a future to look towards to

Because being kind didn't fix the issues between the og Sqq and Yqy, but it allowed one of them to be at peace and let go even if the other won't ever know, it let's him build a better relationship with Sy that won't be the same but it doesn't have to be

Ah, or perhaps i'm overthinking again, what do i know?

[bradleysass]

can you love me too? - @graverobbber - Soapbox - wc: 1.1k

Music Prompt: True Romance by She Wants Revenge.

It had started with Evan and Regulus.

Or more accurately, it had started when they ended.

James could still hear the conversation like it had been tattooed on the inside of his skull. "You don’t take things seriously, James." "You’re all flash and no substance." "Maybe I want someone who knows how to sit still."

Regulus had said it with that perfectly bored tone, all slanted eyes and cruel elegance, like James’ entire personality was a loud embarrassment. Then he'd walked away, into Evan Rosier’s waiting arms.

James had laughed it off.

And then he’d drunk himself sick.

Across the room, Barty had watched it all with a pinched expression and a wine glass he didn’t drink from. His jaw was clenched. His hand trembled. And when Evan kissed Regulus at the bar, Barty had thrown his glass against the wall.

And just like that—somewhere between the broken glass and the bruises neither of them talked about—they made a deal.

Fake it. Make them jealous. Break their smug little hearts.

James had agreed instantly. Because if there was one thing he hated more than being dumped, it was being replaced.

The first time they kissed was in front of Regulus and Evan at a brunch party for someone James didn’t know. They were in a sunlit courtyard, jazz in the background, champagne flutes clinking around them.

James didn’t see it coming.

One second, Barty was muttering about how Evan “always holds his fork like that when he’s smug.” The next, he yanked James by the collar and kissed him.

Hard. Messy. Possessive.

It tasted like fury and smoke and control.

When they broke apart, James couldn’t feel his legs.

Across the table, Evan had dropped his glass.

Regulus looked like he’d swallowed acid.

Barty smirked. “That should do.”

The weeks that followed were a blur of photo ops and whispered rumors. James and Barty were everywhere. Galas, gallery openings, Quidditch matches. They fed the tabloids like it was oxygen.

To everyone else, they looked wild and in love.

To James, it felt like falling from a great height with no parachute.

Because Barty was too convincing.

He brushed James’ hair back during interviews. He held his hand tightly, like it meant something. He whispered things that weren’t jokes—“Let me be enough to make him flinch.”—and James let himself believe it, just for a second.

Even though he knew it was all part of the performance.

Even though he knew Barty didn’t mean it.

He couldn’t help it. Somewhere between the second and third fake date, James had started to want it to be real.

And nothing was more dangerous than that.

The invitation to Crouch Sr.’s annual masquerade arrived in a black envelope with gold foil.

Barty read it and groaned. “My father’s pet social experiment. A thousand sycophants in masks and me, his unwilling heir.”

“You want me to come?”

“I want them all to see us.” Barty’s eyes glittered. “Evan will be there. So will your charming prince.”

James hated that his heart did a little leap at the idea of dancing with Barty in a mask. He hated that he’d already picked out what to wear.

The ballroom was made of gold.

Literally. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling like frozen fireworks, and the floor reflected every flicker of candlelight. People wore elaborate costumes—velvet and lace and feathers, laughter curling like smoke in the air.

James wore black and deep red. His mask was sharp and foxlike.

Barty looked like sin incarnate in navy blue, all clean lines and cool smirks. His hand found James’ waist the moment they entered the room.

“Ready to play your part?” he whispered.

James nodded.

It was a good lie.

The music started—soft and swelling. Classical strings.

Barty offered his hand with a flourish. “Dance with me, darling.”

James tried not to stare. “You’re really committing.”

“Oh, I always do.”

He pulled James into the center of the ballroom, fingers curling around his waist, other hand gripping his own. They moved in sync, gliding across the polished floor. It was practiced, effortless.

Dangerous.

Because Barty didn’t break character. He didn’t stop watching James like he was something beautiful and breakable. Like he mattered.

“Regulus is watching,” Barty said against his ear, breath warm. “He looks like he wants to murder me.”

James swallowed. “Good.”

“And Evan hasn’t blinked in two minutes.”

James laughed, soft and bitter. “Then mission accomplished.”

Barty spun him, and James forgot to breathe.

After the dance, they found a corner by the massive windows. Stars glittered over the city below.

James leaned against the glass, trying to cool the flush in his face. “I think I need a drink.”

Barty stepped closer instead. “You were good out there.”

“You make it easy to pretend.”

Something flickered in Barty’s eyes—gone too fast to name.

“Let’s give them a finale.”

James turned his head. “What?”

Before he could blink, Barty kissed him again. This time, it was slow. Like they had all the time in the world. Like there was no audience. No exes. No plan.

Just them.

James melted into it.

And for that one perfect second, he believed it.

When they pulled apart, cheers erupted from a group nearby. A photographer snapped their picture. Flashbulbs. Laughter.

James opened his mouth to say something—anything.

But Barty was already turning away. “That should hold them for a while.”

And just like that, the spell was broken.

James stood there alone, heart pounding in a body that suddenly felt foreign.

They left the party early.

The car ride home was silent.

James stared out the window, watching streetlights blur into streaks of gold.

Barty tapped a rhythm against his knee. Unbothered. Cool. Like none of this mattered.

When they pulled up to James’ flat, Barty leaned over and said, “You played your part well.”

James smiled. Hollow. “So did you.”

Barty looked at him for a long second. Then: “Night, Potter.”

James got out without another word.

Inside, in the dark, James collapsed onto the couch and finally let himself feel the weight of it.

The stupid, fragile hope.

The illusion of warmth.

The kiss that hadn’t meant anything.

Because he’d fallen for someone who didn’t care. Someone who used him like a sword. Someone who could kiss him like that and walk away without looking back.

But James wasn’t stupid.

He knew the rules.

So he closed his eyes and whispered to the empty room:

“Let them watch.”

Because if he couldn’t have the real thing, he could at least put on a good show.

And maybe—just maybe—Barty would watch, too.

[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

I will slowly be adding my previous stories over time. New stories will be up the same day as ao3.

What I currently have posted:

Time After Time: Modern!Eddie Munson x POC!Reader

Moonlight & Fang: Alpha!Jax Teller, Dean Winchester, Captain Syverson, Ari Levinson, Bucky Barnes x OC Omega!Selene/Red

You Were Finished Long Before We Had Even Seen The Start: Indie Rocker!Eddie Munson x POC!Indie Rocker!Reader “Sug” x Fuckboy!Steve Harrington (Drabble I) (Drabble II) (Drabble III) (I Can Be Your Antidote Tonight)

LUNATIC: Avengers x POC!Reader "Nyx"

That First Night: POC!Reader x Nomad!Steve Rogers

Why Did Love Put A Gun In My Hand: Mafia!Avengers x POC Reader “Jinx”

It's hard for me to say, I'm jealous of the way, you're happy without me...: Hunterverse AU, Sy, Walter, Curtis (Lumberjack & the 2 bears) x POC Reader "Havoc/TG" Ex Dean x Reader

Let Me Spell It Out For You: Jax Teller x Rockstar!Reader "Firefly" Ex Bf!Rockstar!Steve Rogers x Reader

Why You Calling Me Tonight: Ex!August Walker x POC!Reader Walter Marshall x POC!Reader (Challenge Accepted/Part 2)

Sandalwood, Leather, Mead & Honey: Thor x POC Singer!Reader “Honey” x Bucky. Thor x POC Singer!Reader “Honey” x Bucky x Steve.

Bittersweet: POC!Reader “Lux” x Walter Marshall (How Do You Love Me/Part 2) (Go Ahead And Lock Me Up Drabble)

Affinity Series: Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader, Alpha!Steve x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader, Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader x Alpha!Steve

Don't Care If It Sounds Cold. It Is, What It Is: Bucky x POC!Reader, Ex!Steve Rogers x POC!Reader

Badda Boom Universe: Alpha!Jax Teller x Omega!POC!Reader "LuLu"

I got all these issues. Will you be my prescription?: Bucky Barnes x POC!Reader

Sinners Prayer: Mafia!Stucky x POC Escort!Reader “Sin”

Strings Attached: Mechanic!Biker!Sy x POC!Reader

Eff Being Friends: Steve Rogers x POC!Goddess!Avenger!Reader “Ci”, ? x POC!Goddess!Avenger!Reader “Ci”, Ex!Thor x POC!Goddess!Avenger!Reader "Ci”, Ex!Loki x POC!Goddess!Avenger!Reader "Ci” (Go Ahead And Cry/Interlude)

Off To Never Never Land: Eddie Munson x POC!Reader

From The Jump: Dean Winchester x POC!Reader "Wildflower"

Please Believe Me: August x POC!Reader, Andy Barber x POC!Reader

I've got to feel, how it feels, to be loved by you...: Alpha!Captain Syverson x Omega!POC!Reader "Sunny" (Do You Know What Today Is?)

Grand Theft Autumn: Ex! Ransom Drysdale x POC!Reader, College!Eddie x POC!Reader

Sins Debaucherous Carnival: (LUNATIC Universe) Avengers x POC!Reader "Nyx"

I Could Lie: Dean Winchester x POC!Reader (Part II)

Cardio: Steve Rogers x Curvy!POC!Reader "Q"

[missacidburn928]

It's Tasty Tuesday! Who Wants a Sample...

A weekly sample of what I have to offer. Be it a WIP or a completed fic, I'm here to give you a taste.

Well enough to wet your appetite at least...

Hors d'oeuvres for the week of August 26th 😈

Moonlight & Fang Ch. 5 (The Rogue): Alpha!Ari Levison x x OC Omega!Selene/Red

Strings Attached: Mechanic!Biker!Sy x POC!Reader

You Were Finished Long Before We Had Even Seen The Start: Indie Rocker!Eddie Munson x POC!Indie Rocker!Reader “Sug” x Fuckboy!Steve Harrington

Bittersweet (Part I): POC!Reader “Lux” x Walter Marshall

LUNATIC III: Avengers x POC!Reader "Nyx"

As all of my samples are 18+ material they can be fun under the cut. MDNI

Happy Feasting Heathens

Ari

She wants to play with fire and tempt my wolf. Well, I’ll gladly watch her burn.

With a growl, I reach forward. Wrapping my hand around the back of her neck and pulling her forward into a bruising kiss. She tastes of wild magic and sin. Breaking the kiss, I leave her breathless. Hand placed on her heaving chest as she tries to regulate her intake of air.

“Dress. Gone. Now. Before I cut it to shreds.”

She pulls her dagger back out, turning it over with a flick of her wrist and cuts it off herself. Nicking her chest in the process. “It’s just fabric. Need further assistance with yours.” She innocently asks. Doe-eyed and sweet.

“Oh you’re dangerous, little one.”

“What better to challenge you with.” She giggles.

I kiss her once more as I unlace my pants and release my aching member into the chill night air. Gripping her thighs, I lift her up onto my naked chest. Walking forward, I allow my wolf to navigate us to the nearest tree and I slam her up against it. Affording me a nip to the lip in retaliation.

Her slick if making a mess of the thick hair trailing down my abdomen. She’s ripe and ready for me. So I notch my swollen head between her leaking folds and thrust inside her.

Only giving her a moment to adjust to the size of me splitting her open, I start a punishing pace. Slamming into her hard and deep. Hitting all of the sweet spots and grinding my pelvis down against her little bundle of nerves. As her back scratches against the bark, leaving its own mark behind. Our chests, still slick with blood, slide against one another as the very essence of our beings co mingle together.

I can feel her orgasm coming on quickly and with one more deep thrust, I watch her soar over the edge. Screaming my name to Gods, as she promised. 

This is not how I wish to claim her. No, I have something special in mind for that.

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“You’re a needy little one tonight.” He grits out. “Remember to stay quiet Peach. Wouldn't want to alert the neighbors now, would we?”

I have no chance of responding as he pulls his hips back and thrusts them forward. Gripping my waist tight, he sets a hardy pace. I bite my bottom lip to keep from screaming as his weight pushes me down against the leather and metal beneath me.

He slaps my ass, making me cry out, before clamping my mouth shut once more. “If your pussy keeps squeezing me like that Peach, this is going to be over sooner than I would like.”

So of course I purposely do exactly that. I clamp my walls around this girth and circle my hips as best I can in my current position. Rubbing my clit along the leather seat. I can feel a tingle begin to move up from my toes into my core. I’m right on the precipice of ecstasy and I want to take Sy along with me.

“So close.” I whisper out.

“I know, baby. I know.” He groans. “Be a good girl and come for me so I can fill you up. Wanna watch my cum drip out of you onto my seat.”

He picks up the pace and suddenly I feel like I’m flying. Goosebumps erupt along my skin, and I forget all about staying quiet as I come around his cock.

“That’s it, babygirl. Fuck you feel so good when you come on my dick baby.”

I lay there, riding the waves of pleasure as Sy fucks me through my orgasm. Just as the last pulses ring through my body, he thrusts in as deep as he can go. With his tip notched at my cervix, he growls and groans as he unloads inside of me. Hips twitching until the last drop is spent.

He slowly pulls out of me. Reaching forward, he spreads my cheeks. Admiring his seed leaking from my abused hole. “One of these days I’m going to have to film this. My mind never does it justice. And you really need to see just how damn sexy you look all swollen and dripping of me.”

“Why not just do it now? I won’t be moving without help thanks to that orgasm. Enjoy the fruits of your labor Beasty.”

I observe him reach into his pocket and pull out his phone. Taking his sweet time, he snaps pictures and even takes video from practically every angle.

Next thing I know his screen is before me with a video playing. My pussy, front and center, spasms. An aftershock most likely, and a fresh trickle of cream trails down my lips. I’m a mess, but I have to admit, he’s right. I do look sexy with his claim painted on me.

“Fucking perfection.” He whispers in my ear. “Now let’s get you inside and cleaned up, baby. I’m going to push my cum back where it belongs and pull your pants back up. Then I’m carrying you to bed.”

“Such a chivalrous beast.” I giggle.

“Only for you, Peach. What can I say. I’m attached. Strings and all.”

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Your mouth opens on a silent moan. Eyes rolling to the back of your head with the intrusion as you whisper a soft, “Oh fuck.”

“What is it Bunny?” Eddie, who has been watching with his own hand wrapped around his dick, asks.

“Big.” You moan out. “He’s so big. Sooo full.”

 Eddie gives a little sadistic chuckle. “Oh this is going to be even more fun than I originally thought.”

Steve turns his head. Having caught his breath from the initial shock of your tight pussy gripping him tight. Ready with a sassy reply on his tongue. A reply that never makes it past his throat, as Eddie takes his fingers coated in your slick and teases them against his hole.

With a little pressure, Eddie’s fingertip sinks in. He pushes it further past the ring of muscle until he is two knuckles deep. Pulling out he adds a second finger and begins scissoring them.

Steve groans at the intrusion. Hips grinding involuntarily from the sensations. His trimmed patch of hair along his pelvis rubbing against your sensitive pearl. Pulling quiet moans from your throat.

Eddie continues with his prep until he feels that Steve is ready to take his cock. Snapping the bottle of lube open, he applies a generous amount to his rigid length.

Pulling his fingers out, he grips Steve’s cheeks. Spreading him wide and spitting on his hole for good measure. With his dick firmly in hand he kisses the tip to Steve’s puckered hole and gently inches his way in.

Both men groan as Eddie bottoms out. Steve, overloaded with pleasurable sensations, is a panting mess.

“You gonna get those hips moving and satisfy my girl or am I going to have to fuck the both of you myself?” Eddie taunts.

“How the hell would you do that?” Steve ponders out loud.

“Like this.” Eddie pulls out almost to the tip and slams back forward. Thrusting so hard that he moves Steve’s hips. Pushing him deeper inside of you.

When he pulls back once more, Steve’s hips back out from you just a bit with them.

Than Eddies does it again. Choosing to stay still once he’s slammed home. “So again. Are you gonna fuck us yourself or am I going to be the one doing all the fucking?”

“Fuck. You. Eddie.” Steve grits out through pants.

“Maybe next time.” Eddie teases. “At least rub Bunny’s clit. Want to watch her come all over your dick before you lose it. With how taut your muscles are I expect this to go rather quickly.”

Steve turns to glare over his shoulder at Eddie. The subtle movement causes his hips to tilt in just a way that has his thickness grazing against your sweet spongy spot making you moan. Grabbing the attention of both men.

Your eyes are glazed over, and your bottom lip is being held hostage by your top teeth.

“Look at you little one. Laying here all patient like a good girl while we bicker like fools.” Steve coos. Mesmerized by how gorgeous you look underneath him.

“She’s the best girl.” Eddie says. Leaning over Steve’s shoulder to gaze down at you. “She deserves a reward for such good behavior don’t you think? How about a cream pie? Hmm. Stevie fills you up with a fat load while I do the same to him. Sound good to you Bunny?”

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Do you love me, want me, hate me? Boy, I don't understand.

The smile that graced my face this morning when I received the text from Walt letting me know he closed the case and to come over for our usual post case dinner and decompression; was megawatt status. This case really took over his life. Even more so than usual. I barely heard a word from him for two weeks.

Receiving that text, knowing he was okay and that I would be seeing him, was a breath of fresh air.

I arrived to his house and let myself in.

It was eerily silent. I thought that maybe I beat Walt home. That is until I stumbled upon his sulking frame on the kitchen floor, slumped against the cabinets. A highball of whiskey clutched tight in his fingers.

“Walt, is everything okay?” I lower myself to the ground to get closer to him. Uncaring of the dress that took me hours to decide on.

“She didn’t survive.” He mumbles out.

“Who?”

“The wife.” He deadpans. “It was a home invasion. They did horrible things to this woman in front of her husband who fought back with everything he had. They both ended up in the hospital. Beds next to each other. Something went wrong. A bleed they didn’t catch, and she lost her life. He had to watch her die and could do nothing about it.”

“Oh, puppy. I’m so sorry. That poor man. Did you get the assholes responsible?”

“Yeah. Young idiots trying to make a name for themselves.”

“Good. Now justice can be served. So what has you so upset?”

He takes a sip of his whiskey. “The husband looked so hollow when I came to tell him we caught the ones responsible for his wife’s death. I’ve seen some horrible things but nothing that will haunt me as much as that look on his face did. It reminded me of what I have to lose. I don’t know why you even put up with me and all the shit I put you through, but I can’t lose you baby. I can’t.” He confesses with tears in his eyes.

On instinct I climb into his lap and begin kissing them away until I land on his downturned lips. Where I place the softest of kisses. Barely a graze.

He sets his whiskey down and places his hand loosely around my throat as he pulls me in for a deeper one.

It quickly turns desperate. His jeans are quickly unzipped, and my underwear are pushed to the side. Simultaneous groans ricochet off the walls as our pelvis’ connect and we being to grind in tortuous pleasure. Succumbing to the need to reenforce our bond to each other.

It’s both loving and painful. Raw and unfiltered. An emotional mess of our demons dancing together before we chase them away to their dark depths once more.

“I love you.” I pant out. “Demons and all.”

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“Have a look around. Make yourselves comfortable. Get acquainted with the space. I'm still a bit of a mess from my performance. Sticky with sweat, among other things. I’m just going to wash the night away so the fun can begin. I’ll leave the door open. You’re more than welcome to join.” You give your most innocent smile, mischievous eyes giving you away.

Nat wastes no time following you into the bathroom. “Here let me.” She runs her fingers up your arms, pushing the straps down as she reaches your shoulders, letting the dress fall to the floor. She looks down and quirks a brow. “Your panties seem to be missing. I distinctly remember you leaving the stage with them on.”

“Everything about August is large. Down to the size of his loads.” You state. “Not to mention, the viscosity. I didn't feel like walking around with it slowly trailing down my thighs, so I did a quick cleanup and decided to air dry.” 

You smile sweetly at her as she reaches around and unclasps your bra with one hand. “Let’s see if he left anything behind shall we.” Her dainty fingers traverse up your inner thigh, slapping each one to get you to spread them, before sinking her middle finger to the knuckle into your dampened folds. 

She pumps her hand a few times, crooking her finger to reach all the good spots, making you weak in the knees already. Pulling out she raises her wet hand between you. “Well would you look at that, it’s all you.” 

“Thor can’t stop talking about how amazing she tastes.” Bucky speaks from the door frame. “Is it true, doll?” 

Nat licks her finger clean, moaning as your essence coats her tongue. “Fuck that’s good.”

“Guess I’m going to have to find out for myself.” He steps into the bathroom. “Turn around. Hands on the counter and present that dripping little cunt for me, doll.”

You easily comply, bending over the counter, ass high in the air, weeping pussy on full display.

He stands behind you, catching your eyes in the mirror before lowering himself to his knees. Placing his hands on your hips, the cool of the metal soothing your heated skin, he leans forward and runs his thick tongue slowly from clit to slit and back again. “I don’t think his words did you justice, doll. If I’m not too careful, I could find myself addicted to your taste on my tongue. I think I may be ruined already.”

You remain in place and just whimper at his words. “Someone is feeling subby.” Nat mentions. “She hasn’t moved an inch since you commanded her to present for you.” She looks at Bucky.

“That what you need tonight, doll? To surrender? Feel that loss of control?” Bucky asks.

“Yes.” You whisper out. “Yes, I just want to float away.”

“We can provide that for you.” Nat states. “Let’s set some guidelines before we begin.” You and Bucky both nod. “Good. We can go over them while you shower if you still wish to do so.”

“I do. Muscles are still tense.” You reply.

Bucky starts the shower, checks the temp, lifts you up and places you inside. “Wash up, but leave your hair dry if possible please.” He hands you a hair tie from around his wrist for you to do so.

“Okay. Now. Let’s clarify what is happening here.” He starts. “You want to partake in a scene where Nat or I…”

“Both.” You quickly squeak out.

He chuckles. “Where Nat and I Dom you. Is that correct?”

“Yes.” You nod.

“Great.”

“Anything specific you would like to have happen? Safewords?” Nat asks.

“I use the traffic light system for scenes. Simplest for all parties to remember.” You lather up your body. “And I do have a certain kink in mind that I would love to have utilized if you're comfortable with it.”

“Which kink would that be, doll?”

“I think I have an inkling.” Nat teases.

“Knife play. If getting a little bloody isn't an issue for you.” You look at them. “I wouldn't be opposed to being tied down at your mercy either.”

You watch the tent rise further in Bucky’s jeans. “I can most certainly accommodate that for you.” He twirls his favorite knife around his fingers.

“This is going to be fun.” Nat responds. “Anything else?”

“No that’s pretty much it.”

“Great. Now hurry up and rinse off.” Bucky states as he goes to grab a towel. “You’re to dry off and wait for us to call you into the room.” He pulls you to him by the back of your head and kisses you for the first time, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. “Marks?”

“Nothing permanent please.”

“Understandable.” He kisses you once more and heads back into the room to set up. Nat places a light kiss to your lips then follows.

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[goamu-blog]

Want to say I wanted to like SJ and YQY as a ship, I tried to like them as a ship, I read fics and saw arts but it just didn't work for me because I can't get their canon selves out of my mind, which is a first for me when it comes to shipping. These are my thoughts on them and from talks I had in a fic comment section with the author.

Firstly, their innate personalities would not match well together in a romantic sense. YQY is much too passive in regards to SJ. Its because of their brotherly bonds that YQY is so passive towards SJ and would not make a good match for SJ.

It feels like YQY wouldn't be able to handle SJ. Especially SJ more conniving sides. YQY would tolerate but still disapprove of some of SJ's personality sides. The books show that SJ tried to reach out to YQY, but because of broken promises and their brotherly bonds, YQY always took on a passive stance and is not suited to be with SJ in a romantic sense.

There is no reciprocation in their acts. SJ tried to reach out many times, YQY does not, YQY never tried to reach out to SJ in any way that mattered, so they never had reciprocation.

Not saying YQY wouldn't have his own issues with his past, but YQY always cared more about keeping his secrets and wallowing in self-pity and guilt than he did about SJ. He is mainly responsible for SJ turning out the way he did. If YQY didn't want to tell SJ the truth, fine, but he should have told SJ the way he treated some of his disciples was unacceptable and not allowed it to continue. If YQY did the bare minimum, then SJ story wouldn't have turned out the way it did. YQY is a toxic enabler and wilfully ignorant.

He completely enabled SJ'sworst tendencies, which made SJ go down the route he did. YQY is willing to let SJ go and allow him to drown in his own loneliness, resentment, and despair. YQY would watch, allow it to continue, and do nothing.

YQY had to have an idea of what SJ went through and even then he told SJ to adjust himself for other when they were disciples, to try to get along with the other disciples when none of them tried to reach out to SJ and spread rumors about him. It was always SJ that was the problem and needed to conform to fit in, never anyone else.

YQY never openly defended SJ from all those rumors or anyone else in the sect. When others asked YQY why he treated SJ nicely and why he would want SJ memories to return when SY took over, all he did was vaguely smile.

YQY never tried to openly defend SJ or try to restore SJ memories. YQY, like everyone else, preferred SY over SJ. To me, YQY affection/trust for SJ seems a bit surface level, I think he mostly felt obligation and guilt. He also doubted SJ innocence when LQG died. It doesn't matter if YQY would have tried to help SJ, he still doubted SJ and believed SJ could do that.

YQY actions when it comes to SJ aren't proactive. They are always a belated reaction. Only asking/acting when it's the point of no return. In the water prison(he let SJ be taken there), he asked about LQG, and he asked if things would have been different if SJ treated LBH better (it was YQY that allowed SJ to treat LBH that way). SJ knew that it was pointless to question those things because it was already too late.

YQY only decided to act when SJ legs got torn off. When SJ was literally being torn apart, then YQY decided that was a good enough reason to act. When it was far too late and irrevocable damage had been done. Didn't forget about the red string.

Had a talk about that in a fic comment section and liked the authors thoughts on it, will quote them: "The red string thing is funny because it broke in the end, and if as everyone says, the bleeding in PIDW extra shows that their 'fate is broken so it must be the hint for their red string', then the red string broke because of LBH(og), then wouldn't it actually mean YQY and SJ's so-called 'red string' was meant to be broken, because SJ was (as og villain) destined to encounter LBH. If the og story as meant by Airplane-bro was supposed to be 'as it was fixed by Shen Yuan', then the so-called red string was not meant to last. It was meant to be broken, because YQY is ultimately a passer-by in SJ's life. Very influential presence, but a passer-by nonetheless. Comrades, brothers, each other's support in the toughest times of their lives even, but never romantic." : end quote.

In a relationship, YQY would not take initiative and would be spineless, never stand up to SJ. He would let SJ self-destruct, drown in resentment, and self-hatred. YQY is too passive in regards to SJ, and there is no reciprocation on YQY side. YQY wouldn't openly defend or speak up for SJ against others and their rumors. YQY would never act until irrevocable damage has already been done.

Even if they cleared up the misunderstanding between them, they still would not be suited for a romantic relationship because of their innate personalities. YQY would always be passive, and SJ needs someone more challenging and passionate and has a personality that can match his.

To me, them being together feels like settling. They would have a passionless/lukewarm relationship, neither of them would have fun in it or enhance their lives. I don't feel like there could be a romantic spark/chemistry between them. It feels like a tepid relationship.

I think the best relationship between SJ/YQY is a brotherly one. With SJ being a grumpy lil bro to YQY doting older bro. SJ telling YQY not to be reckless, YQY wanting SJ to have friends, being proud when SJ gets along with others.

So, yeah, those are my thoughts on SJ/YQY. Not trying to hate on that ship or anyone that ships them, and I hope it didn't come across that way.

This is the first time I had a strong no for a ship and not just a casual no, and I wanted to get my thoughts in ordering as to why.

Not that a reason is needed to not like a ship, but this one is different for me. Also, I'm a bit sad that SJ/YQY is the most popular Shen Jiu pairing when LBH is right there. BingJiu gets so much hate when SJ and LBH have inherent compatibility in their personalities that makes them a great match.

When developed properly, they(BingJiu) can have a beautiful relationship. As for YQY, read a fic that made me think YQY and LQG would be good for each other, and they are just a side pair in a BingJiu fic.

Want to be clear that I'm not hateing on SJ/YQY or anyone who ships them, apologies if it came across that way. These are just my opinions, and I'm a little disappointed that I don't like them as a ship. Because it feels like a ship I should have liked, but because of how my brain interpret them, I can't enjoy them as a ship.

Its disappointing because there are a lot of great fanworks for them that are out of my reach. Anyways, I'll stay in my Shen Jiu/Luo Binghe corner. Its small, but finding happy BingJiu fanworks is the best.

[problematic-alters-unsilenced]

Hi Avioa, venting and asking for advice if possible. [Anger holder near front so we apologize if any of this sounds rude.]

We have an alter who appears to be a shapeshifter [monochrome clown style] and has a 1920s announcer voice. Not really sure how relevant this is but I wanted to share.

He's from another subsystem so he doesn't come near front very often, but when he does, it's never for a good reason. He doesn't want to front, instead he chooses to break into our headspace house and mess up front. He makes things blurry and cuts off all communication, sometimes even making it so whoever is in front can't see the headspace at all. Usually he locks the front and the room gets tangled with red string. Sometimes he tries to bring children to front or primarily targets and tries to harm them. Sometimes he just comes near front to "watch" but he's very good at going undetected.

It's hard to describe and makes our experience with him feel incredibly invalidating, as most people say to us, "Have you tried communicating? You know evil alters don't exist, right? He's probably not out to hurt you, just misguided. Don't demonize him!! I feel so bad for him based on how you describe him, you're hurting him." etc. But he knows what he's doing, I don't know what his goal is but its fucking horrible because he's like, the "ring master" of most persecutors so when things don't go his way, he makes things worse. We literally have alters who have split specifically for jobs dedicated to keeping him away, cleaning up the strings after a situation, etc. He's never bodily harmed us but he has in our headspace and he's purposefully angered our "leaders."

I don't know why he does what he does, I wish I knew, and I wish people understood that he isn't just a fucking "misguided protector." I don't know how to make it better or fix it or what.

Fortunately this hasn't happened in at least 6 months (afaik? but sys has been very quiet it does strike some concern). I have low-to-no communication with many though so things could've happened that I just don't know about. I don't know. Sometimes just thinking about or saying something "bad" about him manages to catch his attention. I hate trying to ignore he doesn't exist in order to keep us safe. I wish things were better.

Even if you aren't sure what to say, thank you for listening. I just want my voice to be acknowledged at least once, even if its anonymously.

Hey, we don't have any alters that could be like that. But we have a similar situation. We have an alter who is able to lock up front to EVERYBODY (we can all do it, nobody knew though and the rest of us are all chill with eachother so we dont have a reason to mostly) until he wants the lock up to end. He's used this to his advantage. My advice may not be the best but it's from our experience.

I say if you can, lock him up. Whether that be with chains, or in a jail, or whatever. He's obviously harmful and he isnt going to stop.

IF it is possible, and you all are ready for it, you can try communicating with him and try to get him to stop. I know that sometimes alters will never stop what they do, and in that case you all will need to take the next steps to keep the system safe.

[doomandgloomfromthetomb]

Sonic Youth - The Mudd Club, New York City, December 7, 1982

What's next in our #SonicSummer trip? Confusion, of course. There's some disagreement over when this gig actually took place, but I'm going with the flyer — December 7, 1982! One of the "special guests" mentioned above was none other than the Gun Club's Jeffrey Lee Pierce, who joins Sonic Youth for a scary, slow-burn cover of "I Wanna Be Your Dog." "A special medication version," Pierce says. Kim appears to dedicate it to Thomas Jefferson?

"When Sonic Youth were awful, they were pretty fucking awful," Lydia Lunch said of the band's early daze. "But at that point, almost all their shows were amazing. It was about letting your soul leak out of your fingers. Something was leaking out of them, and that's what was most moving to me. They were doing something that went beyond words, trying to get beyond something, even beyond themselves."

More confusion. This SY era is technically the Bob Bert era ... but Bob Bert is nowhere to be heard here. He was in and out of the band, it seems, and at the Mudd Club, he's been replaced by Tom Recchion of of the Los Angeles Free Music Society. He wouldn't be around long, but Tom sounds good, driving everyone relentlessly through such tasty tunes as "The World Looks Red," "Burning Spear" and an appropriately harrowing "Shaking Hell." Sonic Youth are more recognizably a "rock" band than in 1981, but not by much.

The Lee/Thurston guitar interplay already sounds terrific and singular, all weirdo harmonics and thrashing strings. And we get some choice banter from Thurston in support of New York Rocker: "We need a paper about New York bands! You know, like, pumping energy into New York." The publication wouldn't last, but Sonic Youth would definitely be supplying that energy in the years to come.

Sonic Youth Bandcamp | Merch | Concert Chronology

[changelingsandothernonsense]

For Sy and Tel: 🍍, 🍪, and 🍻

🍍: Where does your OC feel most comfortable?

Sydari feels the most comfortable in Raven Rock, something about the place, the people feel like it was always meant to be her home. She was gifted Severin Manor by Lleril Morvayn for her help in a few major rebuilding efforts, it's her favourite home that she owns. She once felt safe in Riften but several events drove her out of that place semi-permanently. She's preparing to move everything she owns to Raven Rock permanently but fate had other ideas, that would have to wait. Her pet bunny made the trip over at least, she loves that little guy.

Teldryn has never felt comfortable anywhere, he's not even sure if that's a thing. He roams, he use to have a home but it was more a place where he would crash after a long day of essentially being a fuckboi (pre-Nerevarine days there). He doesn't actually remember whose house it even was but it was pleasant, warm and almost safe. He makes a point of living a spartan existence, he partially owns the Retching Netch so technically that was his home (he has a room there that's locked, no one can rent it out, and it's the only room with a built-in bath so he doesn't have to share). He started making himself a space in Severin Manor as well, eventually allowing himself to accumulate some personal belongings that can't fit into a backpack. It eventually becomes his home too.

🍪: What is something that's sentimental to you OC?

Sydari has a few possessions that have sentimental value, there's her bunny, Thistle who she found tied in an abandoned shack not long after her final Skooma disaster. She put all her focus on nursing him back to health, he's the one thing she feels herself around, her actual self. Only showable to a rabbit. There's her soul gem necklace (something she wares to remind herself that she is powerful and that no one can truly mess with her again) she shares a split soul gem with Karliah, they both had a bone to pick with that soul. Finally, she carries around an old note with a crude drawing of a netch on it. It's in Dunmeris, so she has no idea what it says but it was given to her by what she assumes was the same mercenary that saved her from the cold as a small child. It's her oldest possession and the handwriting is beautiful. It reminds her that maybe someone is looking out for her, even if she'll never know who it is.

Teldryn's most prized and sentimental possession is his red-orange scarf, seriously. It was his grandmother's that he snatched from her burning funeral pyre. She was the only relative that showed him any compassion that wasn't just a series of strings-attached favours that he owed. It's the thing that makes him feel safe, he plays with it when he's nervous. It's ancient, full of holes and should have been thrown out a century ago but he can't get rid of it. He can't let go. He wears it as a mask both literally and figuratively.

🍻: What's your OC's favourite comfort ritual? How do they calm themselves down after a rough day?

Sydari likes to read or tries to. She enjoys grabbing a bottle of wine, disappearing into her bedroom and tackling at least one chapter. She feels a sense of personal accomplishment every time she gets through one. Accomplishment makes her feel relaxed. Maybe she'll have a long hot bath, or she would if it wasn't constantly occupied!!! She use to disappear into a skooma-addled haze, she doesn't do that anymore.

Teldryn commandeers the baths, for hours, every night. He's got a whole set of rituals that he needs to complete to make himself not feel like a dirty, blighted freak. Mostly that involves bathing and a really gross tea that relieves the itchiness from his corprus scaring. If he can't bathe then he becomes insufferable so it's just easier to let him take over the place for 3 hours instead of arguing about it. He likes grooming himself, which is funny because no one ever actually sees his face for long enough to appreciate the effort he puts into it.

He still drinks himself to sleep every night but his binges haven't been as bad as they use to be. No assaulting poor netches in the night, Sydari would kill him!

[nepoupdates]

*     ꗃ      new  upload   . . .   THE  MET  GALA  !

 [  sylvia  turns  her  head  to  give  the  camera  a  knowing  look  before  elias'  voice  can  be  heard  from  out  of  frame  ]  “  i  expected  nothing  less  .  ”  [  sylvia  laughs  as  elias  comes  into  frame  ]  “  although  ,  i  think  you  might  be  a  bit  too  tall  to  be  gomez  addams  .  ”    //  @delicatlueur

“  who  are  you  wearing  ?  tell  me  what’s  going  on  with  your  look  ?  ” 

i’ve  got  a  prada  masterpiece  clinging  to  my  bod  ,  sy-sy  !  what’s  going  on  ?  no  ,  i’ll  tell  you  what’s  going  on  ,  picture  this  :  a  modern-day  ode  to  the  legendary  power  couple  of  morticia  and  gomez  addams. i’m  here  with  my  drop-dead  gorgeous  ,  insanely  famous  girlfriend  ,  who  apparently  is  hollywood’s  bigshot  right  now. can  you  believe  it  ?  me  neither  !  but  we  decided  to  unleash  our  inner  gothic  glam. so  ,  i  strapped  on  this  sleek  black  suit  ,  threw  on  a  fake  mustache  —  because  let’s  be  real  ,  every  good  costume  needs  a  dash  of  ‘stache  —  and  voilà  !  i’m  ready  to  make  heads  turn  and  hearts  race.

“  who  is  the  first  person  you’re  running  to  when  you  get  inside  ?  ” 

without  a  doubt  ,  my  first  mission  upon  stepping  inside  is  to  track  down  my  partner  in  crime  ,  harlowe. we’re  a  dynamic  duo  ,  you  know  ?  and  of  course  ,  my  boys  daeho  ,  zoren  and  yohan. those  idiots  always  manage  to  make  every  boring  event  a  laugh  riot. and  you  know  ,  i  can’t  leave  out  mimi. if  i  don’t  mention  her  ,  she  gets  major  fomo  ,  and  trust  me  ,  we  don’t  want  that. so  it’s  a  whole  reunion  waiting  to  happen  in  there .

“  what’s  the  most  unexpected  thing  you  have  in  your  pockets  ?  ” 

oh  ,  let’s  take  a  peek  into  the  mysterious  depths  of  my  pockets  ,  shall  we  ?  aside  from  the  usual  suspects  like  gum  to  keep  my  breath  fresh  for  all  the  witty  banter  ,  my  phone  ,  and  trusty  airpods  ,  i’ve  got  a  few  more  treasures  hidden  here  …  a  pocket-sized  notebook  ,  i'm  a  comedian  ,  you  know  this. inspiration  strikes  at  the  most  unexpected  moments  and  i  can't  risk  losing  those  golden  punchlines. what  else  ,  what  else  …  ah  !  i’ve  stashed  a  packet  of  those  notorious  “one  chip  challenge“  chips. you  know  the  ones  ,  right  ,  sy-sy  ?    those  diabolically  spicy  chips  that  brings  tears  to  the  eyes  of  anyone  brave  enough  to  try  them. i  thought  it’d  be  amusing  to  casually  challenge  zoren  into  joining  me  in  eating  half  a  chip  each .

“  okay  i  have  to  know,  what’s  the  story  of  how  you  received  your  met  gala  invitation  ?  ” 

ah  ,  the  thrilling  tale  of  how  i  managed  to  snag  an  invite  !  you  see  ,  as  comedian  ,  these  kind  of  events  usually  have  a  knack  for  turning  me  down. i  mean  ,  can  you  believe  it  ?  it’s  like  they  think  i’ll  unleash  a  comedic  whirlwind  and  turn  the  red  carpet  into  a  stage  for  impromptu  stand-up  routines. but  guess  what  ?  lady  luck  decided  to  shine  upon  me  this  time. my  super-famous  girlfriend  ,  bless  her  heart  ,  pulled  some  strings  and  vouched  for  me. she  convinced  the  powers  that  be  that  i’d  be  on  my  best  behavior  ,  or  at  least  promised  she’d  keep  me  in  check  ,  and  voilà  ,  here  i  am  !   

“  what  is  going  on  ?  i  heard  about  you  getting  punched  in  the  face  by  larissa’s  ex ,  joey ,  and  just  wanna  see  how  you’re  doing . ” 

ah  ,  you  heard  about  that  little  incident  with  lari's  ex  ,  huh  ?  well  ,  let  me  set  the  record  straight. i'm  not  much  of  a  fighter  ,  you  know  ?  but  i  do  have  some  experience  in  wii  boxing  ,  and  the  guy's  skinny  as  a  twig  ,  so  i  thought  i  was  safe  in  case  things  ever  got  physical  with  him. but  here's  the  thing  ,  i  wasn't  expecting  it  at  all. picture  this  :  i'm  just  going  about  my  own  business  ,  cracking  jokes  left  and  right  ,  when  suddenly  ,  one  of  my  harmless  funny  comments  takes  a  wrong  turn. i  never  imagined  i  t  would  strike  a  nerve  with  joey. but  lo  and  behold  ,  he  swung  a  fist  my  way. but  it's  all  in  the  past  now  ,  just  like  joey  and  larissa's  relationship. my  eye  has  healed  ,  my  ego  has  recovered  ,  and  i'm  ready  for  a  second  round. no  ,  i'm  kidding. cut  that  out  ,  yeah  ?  we  don't  want  to  give  mr. skinny  punches  any  more  ideas. it's  all  about  peace  ,  love  ,  and  laughter  from  here  on  out  !