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𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐀 — 𝐄𝐙𝐑𝐀 (𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓)

↳ summary: Abandoned by your prospecting crew, you team up with a fellow castaway to survive the hostile environment of Bakhroma.

↳ pairing: ezra (prospect) x f!reader

↳ [6.7k words] content: 18+ MDNI. Violence, injury, use of the name 'Little Bird' (canon), medical scenes. Fingering, riding, p in v sex, unprotected sex (ain't no condoms on a moon, girlie, but you better wrap up!), oral (f receiving). This is a @beskarbabs remaster — original post date 2021.

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On your journey to Bakhroma, you'd heard an old wives' tale. Somewhat of a ghost story passed around the three-member crew during drunk nights while the long-haul space freighter floated in endless space. The unit said that other Prospectors that had survived the trip to the moon claimed that anyone who stepped foot in The Green was consumed with greed. How they were overcome with voracity upon the sight of the first Aurelac gem obtained, how Prospectors would literally kill for more of the obscure crystals, for the money that came from selling them, even just to be able to possess them for themselves. You had laughed.

How you wish you had taken them seriously.

Clutching your right arm in distress, you stumble through the foliage surrounding you on shaky legs. There's no denying the agony crawling up your arm in tendrils. You also lack oxygen, food, water and a weapon to protect yourself. Yet, you aren't as afraid of this as you are of the likelihood of other Prospectors wandering the forests. Given the traumatic event you managed to survive only hours ago, you could happily live the rest of your life without seeing another Prospector again, even if that shortened your life by force of circumstance.

Your crew, many of which you had grown up with, had stranded you on a hostile moon, of which its air was unbreathable, with little to no chance of survival. Despite the ache in the soles of your feet and the searing pain that shot through your arm with each step, this irrevocable fact left you numb: there was no accident. They'd abandoned you.

You didn't even observe when the atmosphere amongst the crew changed; it had all happened so fast. Having landed in the Drop Pod without incident and safely navigating The Green without needing to fire a single shot from the two Frontiersman guns you shared between the three of you, it had all gone so smoothly. Even the first Aurelac extraction had been successful.

If you were to pinpoint a moment you could pin the blame on for your fellow prospectors' change in attitude, it was when they first set their eyes on the crystal that they extracted from the hideous organism's membrane.

There was no way around it; everyone had become greedy. Their ridiculous ghost tale had manifested itself. They had harvested as many as was needed and then some more, and some more. The storage cases were overflowing and impossible to close without bursting at the seams. Some Aurelac gems were too big to fit into the case and had to be carried by hand.

When the time for harvesting was up, the group wandered back to the Pod. Maybe if you had been more observant and taken heed of the muted conversation, you could have avoided this mess entirely.

Upon returning to the Pod, the atmosphere had curdled. Stasya and Devi had control of the weapons since the very start of the mission, and you now found the barrels aimed at you. Stasya, the self-appointed leader of this expedition and all-around pretentious air-head, had decided upon leaving you on Bakhroma, initially claiming there wasn't enough weight capacity to take all three of you back home on the Pod.

"That is nonsensical, and you know it!" You'd insisted, wondering whether or not Stasya had secured her helmet correctly. She had to be going insane. Surely the toxic air had seeped into a crack in her armour-

"We have at least 140 pounds in Aurelac gems," she'd replied abruptly, her stance aggressive, "We need to leave you." You were in shock, bewildered by her statement. No matter how hard you tried to interpret her logic, it wasn't making sense...

"But we were cautious that we didn't pack too much equipment to ensure we had capacity for the harvest- I don't see how we could have breached the volume that we can't all make our way back safely," you contend, incredulous at her insinuation. When she didn't respond and instead aimed her Frontiersman Gun up between your eyebrows, your attention flitted to her overly-protective grip of the handle to the storage case in her free hand. Finally putting two and two together, you scoff, looking between Stasya and her power-grabbing number two, Devi.

"You are being ridiculous! We have an even split of the money we'll make from the gems-" You'd tried to plead for your life, well aware that abandonment on The Green was a definite death sentence. Devi interrupted.

"We get a much bigger cut if you're not involved," he pointed out rather callously. These two crew members, your friends, had been tainted by the very same greed they had forewarned in their ghost stories, passed on by other Prospectors, and were willing to sacrifice you for a shot at blood money.

Maybe it was the pressure of the situation, the rising panic in your stomach, but time seemed to slow down as the gravity of their plan for you began to set in. That same alarm sent you into fight mode.

It had all happened in what felt like a microsecond. Charging at Devi, you grabbed the gun in his hand with both of your own in a reckless attempt to foil their plan and turn the tables. You grit your teeth, straining at the exertion it took to try to pry his fingers from the weapon. Devi panicked, the gun slipping from his grip, and he began screaming at Stasya to do something.

She did.

She shot you in the arm, causing you to drop to your knees with a cry as you pawed at your wound with your palm. It burned white-hot, and you almost doubled over at how the pain pulsed from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes. Your vision had begun to blacken around the edges through the blurriness of the pained tears that welled in your eyes. Yet, despite your obvious distress, your agonising cries fell on deaf ears. Aiming his now secured gun at your head, Devi breathed heavily as he attempted to ease the shudder that wracked his body.

Adrenaline had coursed through you in your body's subconscious effort to numb the pain, and you rocked your torso backwards and forwards, battling the onset of unconsciousness. Through your astounding agony and the way your jaw throbbed from the strain of gritting your teeth as an anchor to ground you to reality, you'd managed to make sense of Stasya's final address to you.

"You should be grateful. We're allowing you to live. It's up to you whether or not you make an effort." She muses before turning on her heel and leaving you on the muddied floor of The Green, Devi following quickly behind her.

✰

You can't recall how long you've been staggering through the forests by yourself in your endeavour to find water. It's already hot in The Green, and your adrenaline spikes have caused you to sweat even more and edge you further towards dehydration, to the point your throat feels like sandpaper whenever you swallow. Whatever liquids you had drunk before leaving the Pod have now seeped through your pores, making your undersuit stick uncomfortably to your hot skin and your wound burns from the salt of your sweat.

Having lost all sense of direction some time ago, whether that was due to the ever-changing forest line or the pit of emptiness that sat in your stomach that growled in protest at the lack of nutrition in return for your bodies labour to trek across this forsaken moon, you are entirely disoriented.

You can't go on much longer like this. Not only are your vitals appearing utterly grim, but breathing has become much more challenging. You're running out of oxygen, and your lungs are beginning to ache. It begins crossing the threshold of uncomfortable, morphing into something akin to pain. You clutch at the fabric at the chest of your environment suit, struggling to maintain a calm disposition while also supporting the drive of a survival instinct.

You're so tired.

Despite your best efforts, anxiety and dread rip through your body and inundate your logical brain. You can feel your chest heave, the onset of a panic attack. You lurch forward in your hysteria, rushing in your despair to find something that could help. You aren't even sure what you are looking for, only that you're looking for something that would enable you to survive.

You see the fallen tree log at your feet, but the blind panic is so overwhelming that you don't have time to react. Pain racks up your ankle and calf as you trip over the damned thing, falling forward and rolling down a muddy hill. You're falling so fast that the trees and grass look like a green and brown smudge through the glass visor of your helmet, like some arcane painting. You hold your hands out to brace yourself, to stop yourself, but the mud is slippery, and there's nothing to grab onto until you reach the very bottom and come to a stop, groaning weakly at your arm's complaints.

You sit up slowly, hands braced on either side of your hips to keep balanced as you move in the soaking, sticky mud. Checking your oxygen supply, you have enough to last at least another 5 minutes. Then you'd have to rely on the air in The Green's atmosphere. A few hours of that would kill you. By your estimations, you had an hour to find shelter and breathable ai...

The view when you look up and take in your surroundings is breathtaking. Having landed in some kind of wide open valley, you have an uninterrupted view of the horizon the forest had once concealed. You're enclosed from behind with bright yellow wildflowers, the remnants of the flora in the woods you had quite literally tumbled out of, but what lays before you now is a beige-coloured wasteland surrounded by mountains. With no camouflage to hide behind, the skyline is perfectly clear. Suspended in the sky, much to your astonishment, is a colossal moon, similarly toned neutrals to the floor beneath you, but with brilliant splashes of rusty oranges and reds.

You're not sure whether it was the inevitable feeling of your life slipping away with each passing second or whether the sight before you is washing away all of your fear, but when you finally hear the hiss of your oxygen tank running out, you don't feel frightened. Pulling the latch on your helmet, you slowly remove it, noting the sting of the spores in your throat, the tickling in your lungs that reminded you the air on this globe was toxic. If this was how you were to die, at least you had a beautiful view.

So you sit back in the grass and mud, taking in the stunning view, and let time slip away. The absence of hope wasn't as petrifying as you had imagined; it was calming. So serene. In your moment of peace, you can't feel the pain in your arm despite it worsening over the hours of wandering aimlessly. It's a simple resignation, one that doesn't take much thought at all. You would return to the stars here and become a part of this ecosystem. While hostile, it's certainly gorgeous.

You tilt your head back, observing how the celestial bodies twinkle and frame the gargantuan moon in the sky. The breeze picks up slowly, tickling the skin of your exposed face and neck while the sun soothes and warms it.

When you cast your eyes behind you, taking in the expanse of your surroundings over your shoulder, you're jolted from the tranquillity and suddenly reminded of your dire situation. Not only is there an Aurelac cluster nestled in the grass to the left of you that you had narrowly avoided hitting during your fall, but there's also a person beside it dressed in an environment suit. They're staring, Boscelot Frontiersman gun aimed straight at you. Terror rips through your veins as you attempt to scramble to your feet.

"Wait, wait!" You gasp out, eyes wide as you put your hands out to show you aren't a threat. The sun reflects from the glass visor covering their head, preventing you from seeing the person's face. The suit is old. Keeping the gun aimed at you, they point to their radio, asking you to turn it on. You crouch slowly, pointing to your helmet to alert him that you must reach for it. He seems to understand, as he has no quarrel with you picking it up and slipping it onto your head. The rustling of the trees and gentle blow of the breeze cuts out when you're sealed in, and as you connect the radio, their voice echoes in the plastic chasm.

"You won't endure much longer if you persist without oxygen." It's a man. The voice is unexpected. It's low and laced with an attractively smoky tone. So smooth, it almost flows and ebbs with each word. You've never quite heard an accent like his, the twang new to your ears.

"I won't endure if you decide to shoot me either," you point out bitterly, mocking his extravagant phraseology. You've had enough of this planet having it out for you. Your lack of luck today was becoming almost humorous, but your limited patience certainly wasn't. Did it have to torment you like this? Why couldn't it finish you off quickly and not at the hands of another Prospector, considering you had already had enough of them too?

You hear a throaty chuckle at your mocking comment, though there's no humour to that either. The stranger keeps aiming his gun at you, taking a few steps forward. The sun, still reflecting from his visor, causes you to squint when it targets your eyes, hoping to see his face before he kills you.

"It appears that your words hold venom," he begins. You sneer slightly, already past the point of no return as far as you are concerned. He lowers the barrel of his weapon ever so slightly then, and you assume he's studying you.

"It has been quite some time since I heard the sound of a fellow human's voice," he laments, taking another step forward, "How nice it is to exchange utterances with someone who understands me." Had he not stepped out of the sun and revealed his face, you would have made some snotty remark about how you can't understand him anyway, his flamboyant verbiage creating a difficulty of comprehension. However, the sun's rays don't extend this far, and the moment his face is revealed, you find yourself stunned into a shocked silence.

Given the age and weathering his environment suit shows, he's younger than you would have expected. A beige-green colour with notes of black, he had been completely hidden among the leafage. His jaw is square, covered with dark brown stubble and a moustache on his upper lip that he's miraculously maintained well, given his situation. After all, you could safely assume there wasn't an endless supply of razors on the moon.

From what you can gather from his face, his skin tone is honeyed, and his aquiline nose is subtle though the bridge does arch enough to be noticeable from this distance. He's rather handsome.

You're so focused on his face that you almost wholly overlook that his right sleeve is knotted just below his shoulder, indicating he has lost his right arm. So many questions cross your mind, but the predominant query is... How had he survived even a second in this environment with only one arm?

"Though," he continues, disrupting your evident surprise, "It would also appear you have been impaired. What happened, Little Bird?"

Discounting his name for you, you consider your answer carefully. How would he react to knowing that you had come to harvest Aurelac? Is that what he's here for too? The likelihood of him seeing you as a threat to his harvest and killing you was more feasible than letting you go. But you're running out of time, and your lungs are screaming from the intake of a toxic atmosphere. So you decide upon the truth.

"My crew-mates shot me," you admit stiffly, coughing from the strain the spores are putting your body through, "We came to harvest Aurelac, but they left me behind. Wanted to split the harvest between the two of them."

The man standing before you considers your words, his expression unreadable. You're sure he's about to shoot you. A second bout of coughs breaks the tense air, making him relax a little.

"So the other Little Birds flew the nest and left you behind," he muses, watching you struggle with a quirk of his lips. He seems to take a moment to think about something before asking you another question.

"Are you..." A pause. "Are you out of oxygen?" He asks, nodding his head to your helmet. Despite what you think is a pretty obvious answer, you nod weakly. He lowers his gun.

"Will you be able to walk? You took quite the tumble." He fucking saw that?! Just how long had he been watching you?

Again, you nod, wondering where he plans to take you, given his miniature inquisition. He slings his gun over his shoulder and holds his only palm out to you.

"Hand me your oxygen tube," He orders, curling his fingers in and out for emphasis. You stumble awkwardly on your injured ankle, grabbing the tubing and making your way over to him. Despite your better judgement, you are willing to trust him. Your urgency for aid outweighs any wariness you have for him. The man takes the tube from your palm, feeding it into his oxygen tank with ease. The surge of fresh air into your lungs and the instant relief from the burning brings you solace.

"We need to revert to my Pod. Can you make the journey?" He asks of you, commanding the situation flawlessly. You nod again, at a loss for words at this man's generosity. Finally, he turns his back to you, leading the way back up the hill you fell from. It's a struggle, especially given the slickness of the mud, but the stranger manages to help you up with little effort despite his handicap.

"You can't keep the lesion exposed to the air like that. The spores contaminate it," he continues to make conversation. You're not sure if you're thankful for the silence being broken or want him to remain quiet, but you listen to him regardless. "It will make you feel bilious, and then it poisons the tissue in the arm... Resulting in necrosis." He's far too knowledgeable in the effect of Bakhroma's spores on the limbs for you not to think that is what caused the lack of his own. It spills from your lips before you even have the chance to stop it.

"Is that what happened to yours?" You blab. He doesn't stop walking. In fact, he doesn't answer your question at all.

"I'm Ezra," is all he states, his way of an answer, you suppose. The silence following is arduous and highly discomforting, considering Ezra just told you there was a likelihood of your arm turning black and dying due to the exposure to spores. It's now that you make the decision that you wish he hadn't spoken at all.

Without a response, Ezra answers instead, amusement in his tone ringing throughout the tense atmosphere.

"You're innominate? I guess I'll stick to calling you Little Bird then," he muses, once again leaving you stunned by his use of vocabulary. He's like a walking thesaurus, spouting words you've never heard before and blindsiding you with his knowledge of language. You are so blinded that you miss his asking for your name.

At this point, the blissful feeling of reassurance hits you like a tonne of bricks. The Pod is just ahead of you now, and you have to chew on the inside of your cheeks to prevent the sting of tears of consolation from devolving into full-fledged sobs. Not five minutes ago, you had truly convinced yourself that you would die. Now safety is just within your reach.

Ezra moves forward and opens the hatch for you, helping you inside. It's not large, but it's just spacious enough for you not to feel claustrophobic. The first thing you notice is that it has been kept very neat, almost to the detriment of a homely feel, as the steel-grey walls, floor and ceiling give off an almost hospital feel. There are few of his things on display, and you just assume he keeps most of his possessions in storage.

There is one thing that catches your eye, though. Despite the almost solitary cleanliness of the Pod, there are two cot beds. One is neatly made, pillows put into place, and covers smoothed out so there are little to no wrinkles. The other is messy, with pillows askew and covers pushed into a crumpled mess in the left-hand corner of the mattress. You glance back at Ezra, who's entering the Pod from behind you.

"We need to execute the procedure to preclude infection, Little Bird. Sit down. You may remove your helmet in here too." He orders, pointing to the neatly made bed as your seat. You do as he says without question, sitting down cautiously and taking off the crash helmet as he makes his way over to storage, riffling through whatever was in the containers. You need to fight the urge to cry again with the relief of the strain of your body weight on your feet, having been wandering for hours amongst harsh terrain.

Ezra returns to you, med kit in hand. He lays it down next to you on the bed, removing his helmet now that his hand is free. Of course, you had seen his brown hair back in the valley, but you hadn't noticed the little blonde tuft at the front of his hairline. It's cute and gives him somewhat of a boyish charm. He takes this moment to give a weak smile.

"I need you to disrobe from the environment suit. Do you require my assistance?" He asks you, tilting his chin to your arm. You're so taken aback, probably overwhelmed and exhausted from the extremity of the events that had unfolded so quickly that you find yourself at a loss for words. Once again, you merely nod, accepting his offer of help gratefully.

You use the hand of your healthy left arm to pull down the zipper on the front of your environment suit, while Ezra works to pull down the shoulder from your right. He's vigilant in ensuring the collar doesn't catch on your wound on its way down. Then, working together, you unpeel the suit from your torso until it hangs around your hips, your sleeveless body glove exposing the blast to the outside of your bicep.

You decide not to look at it.

"Will it hurt?" You finally speak to him, and Ezra's eyes move to your face momentarily. He seems to consider his answer carefully while he raises his wrist to his mouth, ripping the velcro of his gloves and pulling them off with his teeth. He takes the item of clothing, laying it neatly on the bed beside the med kit.

"I'll do my utmost to keep your discomfort to a minimum," is his reply. While it does nothing to quell your initial fears, you appreciate his honesty and consideration. You look around the room, trying to find something to focus on as Ezra works through the med kit, taking out whatever he needs to start the procedure.

"Remember to breathe," he murmurs, his voice suddenly very soft. It causes chills to break out across your skin, even though the fear of pain is causing you to sweat. Inhaling slowly, you feel your lungs expand in your ribcage to the point it grows tight before exhaling again, fixating on the sensation to distract yourself from the pain.

"Hey," he whispers softly, pulling your focus back. You glance up at him through your lashes and find him gazing back at you. His expression is tense and cautious. He doesn't want to hurt you, yet the inevitability traps a sense of trepidation between you. Deep-rooted panic settles in the pit of your stomach, making your blood rush through your veins quicker.

"Look me in the eyes," he takes your chin now, holding it a little tighter with his fingertips to ground you. Your eyes probably gave away your internal panic.

You nod weakly, looking to catch his eyes and-

And time just stops.

It's humiliating; you know you would be blushing if you said it aloud. His irises are a deep and warm earthy-brown, as though Ezra had spent so much time amidst the rich soils and thick mud here that it had almost become a part of him. Looking into those eyes, you felt like you were orbiting around him. Maybe the spores had left you with irreversible brain damage from the very little time that you had your helmet off in the valley, or perhaps he was quite possibly the most handsome man you had ever seen.

Once he notes that you're holding his gaze and breathing steadily, he sets to work. You hear him pick up something from the kit, a top popping from it. He hesitates for a moment but holds your gaze still.

"This will sting," he admits. There's a splash of a lukewarm liquid before the burning starts. You grit your teeth, straining against the scorching sensation. It prickles, an intense itching following that is so bad you feel your toes curl in your leather boots. Yet, you maintain eye contact. You cling to the empathy that's there and appreciate his understanding.

He lays down the tube, eyes flicking down for just a moment to pick up an item. A Patch Gun. Ezra stares back at you, pulling the stopper with his teeth and lining up the nosel with the wound.

"Breathe in," he commands, and you do. You breathe so hard and fast that your sternum aches with the strain. The sound of medicated foam being released from the Patch Gun reaches your ears before the pain does. When it hits you, you release the air in your lungs with a strained whine, squeezing your eyes shut as the agony rips through you. Like the initial wound, it seers white hot, spiralling down your arm to your fingertips and up your neck muscles. Your jaw is tight, tears springing to your eyes.

"Good girl," Ezra soothes you, pulling the patch gun away from your arm. Leaning back into the searing torment, you moan as he helps you to lay back against the mattress to ride out the peak. It's not long until the intensity slowly ebbs away until you're blinking your eyes open to find he's putting the stuff back into the kit box to lay back into the storage containers. You can see the peripherals of your vision pulsing rapidly, skin buzzing all over as you come down from the tense and excruciating high.

Time seems to both slow and accelerate in this mid-conscious state. What feels like hours passing by is probably only a few seconds, but you're exhausted. That fatigue catches up with you so fast that you barely have the chance to catch it before your eyelids droop. Sheets pull up to your shoulders, and their comfort is enough to finally push you to slumber.

✰.

There's a suspended moment when you ease back into consciousness. You are aware that you're awake, but keep your eyes closed in an attempt to fall back into unconsciousness. A dim thrumming in your bicep pulses with each beat of your heart inside your chest. It's not painful, just unpleasant. You pull your eyebrows together slightly, your other senses finally beginning to awaken with you.

You can hear Ezra moving around in the Pod, searching for something in the storage containers. You blink your eyes open slowly, still curled up on your side. He's just ahead of you. Having shucked his environment suit, he's dressed in a deep camo-green, long-sleeved shirt tied just beneath his amputation and a pair of grey sweatpants. You can't help but feel like you're imposing on his privacy, seeing him dressed so casually and watching him walk around his own space.

"Ezra?" You croak his name. He glances up quickly from what he's doing, eyes settling on you. He looks relieved, eyes crinkling around the edges as he smiles at you.

"You awoke! Do you need liquids?" He asks, pacing his way over to you. He leans over the bed, placing the back of his palm on your forehead to feel your temperature— though you're certain he gets a reasonably inaccurate reading. The moment his honeyed skin touches yours, your cheeks heat up as your heart hammers in your chest. You're not sure why his presence is suddenly so debilitating for you, but when he looks expectantly into your eyes for an answer to his question, you swear your brain short-circuits.

"Yes, please," your voice is raspy from the lack of use, and your throat aches as the words pass your lips. He smiles that same smile again, rendering your heart almost completely useless before he turns on his heel to grab you a glass of water.

You know exactly where this is coming from. Your very sudden attraction to him comes from months of loneliness. While your abandonment by your crew had come as a shock, it certainly wasn't a surprise. They had always been much closer and would go days without acknowledging your existence if you didn't make an effort to talk to them. Maybe this had been the plan all along?

Regardless, despite being in the presence of other people, your isolation had made you utterly starved of touch, needy for attention. Along came Ezra, coming to your aid and focusing all his consideration on you.

Stars above, you were desperate. Shockingly so.

You look up, seeing him stroll over with a cup of water in tow. He settles himself down on the bed, laying the cup on the bedside table to hold your waist as he helps you to sit up in bed. You're almost sure he doesn't mean to, but his fingertips brush the slither of skin exposed between your undershirt and your bottoms. It sends a tremor up your spine. It's so intense you swear you can feel it on the crown of your head.

"You had me concerned, Little Bird," He smiles, passing the water over to you, "But you're out of the woods now." Ezra sounds almost as relieved as you feel. He keeps his gaze on your bicep for a moment, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he plans his following few sentences. Nothing acceptable seems to come to mind, so he remains silent, the unspoken words hanging in the air and causing a thick tension between you as you sip at the water.

You cast your own gaze upon his arm, or lack thereof. The questions in the valley swarm your mind again, much louder in the silence than they had been at that moment.

"Did you amputate it yourself?" You work up the courage to break the stillness with a whisper, and once again, he casts his eyes upon your face. You'd known him less than thirty waking minutes, yet you had already reconciled multiple things you admired in him. His smile, his hair, his use of vocabulary.

However, it was how he looked at you when he spoke to you; how he gave his full attention and hung on every word was your favoured attribute. It may be that those spores *had* caused some form of irreversible damage to your brain chemistry...

"No," he chuckles, fingertips moving to brush at the stump of his arm underneath the fabric, "No, it was my companion who dismembered it." You sense almost a fragility hidden deep beneath his extravagant persona. It doesn't take a genius, a person with Ezra's knowledge of dialect, to see that the unspoken words indicated the partner he spoke of was no longer with him.

You try to steer away from what appears to be an emotional subject for him, deciding upon another question to ask.

"What made you decide to help me?" The query falls from your lips so easily. Ezra's own quirk up slightly.

"Your candid account of what you had experienced touched me deeply. Had you told me a differing narrative, I wouldn't have been so lenient," he admits to you, those earthy orbs finding flitting between your own once more. You swear he's doing it on purpose now.

"But I empathise with you. Many moons ago, I found myself in your state of affairs, my own crew deserting me. Words and metal were exchanged, and I found myself alone on this very same celestial body with no help." His hand takes your own, brushing his thumb along your knuckles as he speaks.

"I was hoping I could be of service to you, help you in your moment of need... You might help me in mine." You pause, taking in those words with surprise. Help him? What could a man who had survived an extended time in such a hostile environment, alone and with only one arm, possibly need your help with?

Ezra turns his hand slowly, his knuckles brushing up your forearm absentmindedly as he talks. Yet, for a man so equipped to be savage and cruel, he also managed to maintain a very soft, gentle side.

"I lost my partner," he confirms. There's a tender, mournful look in his gaze. "I met her not unlike I met you in the valley. She was heedful but intrepid. An astonishing companion..." He trails off slowly, that pain finally reaching his expression as he gathers himself.

"I miss having a partner. I'm half the man I once was and can no longer defend myself adequately. I require a confidante and associate." He looks expectantly at you.

"You're asking me to stay?" You question, your surprise reaching your voice. Was he always this trusting? Or was it simply because you were both stuck here regardless?

"Yes. Truth be told, I miss the company. Besides, how could I turn down your companionship when you are as bewitching as you appear?" He muses, a smirk spreading across his lips as you let out a bemused laugh.

"Are you saying I'm pretty?" you grin, unable to hold your overwhelming attraction to his charms. He just nods slowly, tracing his palm up your bicep and over your neck until he's teasing at the skin stretching across your jaw's bone with his thumb. He's methodical in his strokes, almost contemplative.

"After all, it's not as though you could leave without oxygen," he points out teasingly, but the smile slides from his face almost as quickly as it pulls up. The air is charged around you, a pull so strong you're convinced that Ezra can feel it too.

You begin to wonder if Ezra was as desperate, as touch starved and deprived of affection and care as you are.

"How long have you been alone?" You manage to force through the quiet between you. His thumb trails beneath your jaw again, the pad tenderly outlining the column of your throat. You swear your heart is beating hard enough for him to feel it beneath your skin, but you do your best not to draw attention to it.

"Some six to eight months. I lost track after the fourth," he admits his voice a murmur. Those deep globes flick back up to yours, considering the expression they hold, reading your sympathetic gaze. His lips curve into a small, meek smile, very unlike the personality he'd displayed to you. But Ezra was such an open book; you felt you knew everything you needed to know about him already.

In a universe, so advanced and technological, science had been able to explain away every form of mystery and coincidence that humanity had ever thought up. But there was something about Ezra, the way he had stumbled into your life and saved your own, that made you feel like this was some sort of fate. Destiny. He was meant to find you.

You're bold with your next move, moving your unhindered arm up to place your palm over Ezra's wrist, forcing him to take you by the throat. He looks surprised at first, looking between where he held you and your expression. You can see the number of questions running through his mind slip away as you lean forward.

There's this moment of suspense between the two of you, your chest so tight as you find your breath escaping your lungs a little heavier than a moment ago. Your lips are so close, millimetres away. You can taste him on your tongue, can smell a citrusy scent. It's oddly like oranges, sweet and tangy. Those lips you're so needy for tilt upwards, smirking at the drawn-out wait of you psyching yourself up to make a move.

"I wouldn't leave even if I had oxygen," you sound hushedly. It wipes that grin off of Ezra's face, the implication of your words not having time to sink in before you're pressing your lips to his in a desperate kiss, so full of tender and agonising need that wholly consumes the both of you.

He squeezes his palm around your throat, not enough to choke you but enough to apply light pressure, and uses the leverage to pull you into a deeper kiss. His lips are soft, barely exposed to fresh air due to the ventilation in the Pod and the constant covering of his helmet. It's intoxicating, and you find yourself slipping so fast into this heated embrace that you forget to breathe entirely.

Ezra leans you against the mattress slowly, trailing his palm down your side ever so gently despite the heated frenzy of your lips. He's highly aware of the bruising you sustained during your fall in the valley, and in any other moment, you would have been overwhelmed by his consideration, but he tastes so sweet on your tongue that you cannot help but lose yourself to him. You're certain Ezra can feel you melt into his touch as his tongue traces the plush of your lips, groaning softly as he allows his hands to explore the heat of your skin.

He begins with feather-light touches on your hip, squeezing gently to test for sore spots before he adds pressure to his grip. You hum in appreciation into his mouth, your fingers trailing through the dishevelled brunette curls at the side of Ezra's temple before working their way to the nape of his neck and taking root there.

Brushing his palm up your abdomen slowly, Ezra's fingerprints map the ridges and bumps of your muscles and the bones of your ribs. He moulds his lips against yours in a softer kiss before pulling away, smirking as he feels your ribcage expand with a sudden gulp of air.

"You need to respire in order to survive, Little Bird." he mutters, the pad of his thumb brushing the underside of your breast, "Don't say I've restricted your ability to perform a basic human function." You giggle breathlessly, appreciating him trying to break down the intensity of the situation as he presses a delicate kiss to the tip of your nose, between your brows while he waits for you to catch your breath again.

"May I touch?" He asks you, ensuring that it's what you want. You nod feebly, finding yourself at a loss for all words apart from those that sounded like you were pathetically begging. Your skin buzzes as his palm cups your breast, squeezing gently.

"You are just heavenly," he murmurs into your ear as you tilt your head back with a soft moan. It's been so long since you were last touched by someone else that every skim of his skin against yours sparks embers of heat beneath it. He groans softly as he feels your nipples harden under the fabric of your undershirt. Only then do you notice the strain his body is under, having only his elbow to balance.

"I can-" you pause to consider how you want to put this, "I could get on top." There's a break in his purposeful movements, almost as though his brain has buffered at your words. Swallowing a moan that he manages to catch in his throat, Ezra nods quickly and turns to lie on his back.

The dynamic changes almost instantly as you straddle his hips. You can feel the atmosphere change around you, as though the ambience shifts and clicks into place. When Ezra's hand finds your hip, you feel empowered. So you lean over, kissing him with a hunger that allows him to experience your breathlessness.

A soft whine escapes you as you feel his hips shift, the stiff bulge in his sweats brushing against your clit through the pants of your environment suit that he had left on you when you fell asleep. The friction, mixed with the tension in the air, seems to unlock a primal side to Ezra. He leans up suddenly, pressing open and sloppy kisses to your throat. He's nipping and sucking on your skin as you fumble with the waistband of your environment suit to push it over your hips.

Quickly pulling your legs out of your clothes, you're left in only your undershirt and underwear. Ezra pulls you back over his hips, grinding up against you and letting out a groan that almost reverberates in his chest. You're both grabbing at each other in your desperation, months of pent-up frustration and lack of intimacy fuelling the both of you with little thought.

As he continues his ministrations to your neck, you pull down his sweats, easing them over his hips. You can't help but pause as you reveal his cock, Ezra having decided not to wear underwear beneath his sweatpants. He presses another open-mouthed kiss to your jaw, teeth brushing your skin with the smug smirk that spreads across his face.

"What's the hold u- oh fuck-" he chokes out as you brush your clothed cunt over his exposed crotch. He grips your hip hard, pupils expanding until the earthy brown of his iris' are almost entirely swallowed by them at the feeling of your slick leaking through your cotton underwear and streaking across the length of his dick.

"My sweet... Let me..." He trails off, his thumb hooking underneath your underwear and pushing them to the side. You can feel him brush against your pussy lips, your thighs shaking at the heat that settled between them. Then, before you even have the chance to beg for his touch, he's brushing his fingers through your folds and spreading your slick up to your clit.

You jolt at the sudden pleasure that arcs up your spine, head lolling back as the feeling practically liquifies you. Ezra is rubbing your clit with his print in small, tight circles, and you swear you could cum right there. But, almost as quickly as he starts, you must stop him, grabbing his hand and pinning it to his side.

"Little Bird, why can't I touch y-?" He cuts off as you lift yourself, sinking down onto his cock slowly. He squeezes his eyes shut, throwing his head back against the pillows and practically tearing up as he feels your cunt flutter around him at the stretch.

"E-Ezra," you splutter his name, bracing your hand on his chest and digging your nails into the sun-kissed skin to the point pink blooms underneath. He's stretching you so wide it's almost like he's splitting you in half, enough for you to need to spread your legs wider in order for you to feel like you can take him all.

"Good Girl— so good. Just a little more," he coos, kneading the tips of his fingers against your hip to ease you. Sucking in a deep breath, you sink yourself down to the hilt, whimpering at the intense stretch and the delightful sparks of pleasure that come with it. His cockhead is spearing up against something that makes your thighs tremble.

"Hah, ah..." You try to steady yourself against his hips, only rocking them slightly as you adjust to his size. He's gazing up at you like you're the most dazzling gem he'd ever seen, pupils tinged with enough awe and reverence to make you feel like you are some kind of goddess.

You begin to grind into him, a chorus of moans and gasps falling from your mouths as bliss spreads through you. You can already hear your blood rushing in your ears, your heart pounding in your chest so hard you swear you can feel your ribs crack. He's filling you up so well, hitting that spot in you with each bounce of your hips.

"Brighter than the stars, Little Bird- Fuck, you're so beautiful," Ezra growls, using his grip on your hip to rock them harder against his. Meanwhile, you're speechless. Your mouth is agape, panting out with a squeak every time he fills you up to the hilt repeatedly. It's all happening so fast and building so much that you could scream.

That's when Ezra switches his position, hoisting you up slightly as he plants the heels of his feet into the mattress. You sob loudly, tears of excruciating ecstasy slipping down your face. They drip from your chin as he grabs your ass, kneading it and using its leverage to bounce you on his cock. He's pounding into you, his dick hitting your cervix with each thrust.

"Ezra- Ezra, that's hah- that's-!" You wail, eyelids slipping shut as you focus on chasing your pleasure with each sway of your hips, making sure the head of his cock hits that mind-numbing spot inside you that just makes your toes curl.

Your focus is broken when Ezra grabs your chin, dragging your face forward so your noses bump together. Your eyes fly open in surprise.

"You're going to look at me when you cum," he orders, voice indicating this wasn't up for negotiation. You couldn't find it in you to argue anyway, completely cockdumb from the way he fucks you. When he sees that you're pliant, he resumes absolutely destroying you, relying on the relaxation of your body to allow him to thrust his hips into you without using his hand on your hips. He keeps his fingers under your chin but slips his thumb past your kiss-swollen lips and into your mouth, ordering you to suck.

You hollow your cheeks around his digit, running your tongue over the ridges of his thumb print as you keep eye contact with him. He growls out, losing himself in the fervency.

Abandoning that thought, he rushes to remove his hand from your face and press it to your abdomen. He moans out, delighting in feeling his cock slip in and out of your cunt. He can feel the rippling of your muscles and skin with the force he's using to pound into you. Every ridge of his cock adds to the overwhelming feeling as he moves in and out of you, the pressure he's applying to your pubic bone enough to launch you to your orgasm, but then he begins ruinous thrusts that knock your cervix and that sweet spot inside that have your legs turning to jelly with a scream.

You cum so hard that white blooms across your eyes, splitting you down the middle and pulsing devastatingly between your thighs. It sends heat from the bottom of your feet to the top of your head in gentle waves. Tilting your head back, you sob as he continues to thrust in and out, to ruin you completely.

He's babbling, voicing gorgeous and heartwarming compliments, but you're unable to discern them, still in the peak of your orgasm as it just builds and almost reaches a point of rapture that has you in pain. It's when you slam your fist against Ezra's sternum in an attempt to pull yourself from the earth-shattering orgasm that you hear him yell out, painting your fluttering walls with his cum. His thighs tremble, and you fall against his chest, fighting to drag air into your lungs to rid your eyes of the black spotting in your vision.

You lay there for a while, feeling like you're spinning despite your head securely resting on Ezra's shoulder. Your muscles were so tense from your orgasm that it now feels like they're melting into the mattress, seeping through and dripping out of the bottom and onto the floor of the Pod. You feel entirely liquified.

Then he's turning you both over gently, using his hand to brace the back of your head before it hits the mattress and gently laying it down with your body. You whine from the loss of contact, assuming he's getting out of bed or going to redress.

So when he dips his head between your thighs, brushing his tongue through your folds to taste the mix of your cum together, you can't help the moan of shock, overstimulation seeping down your thighs and pools in the base of your spine. He focuses his assault there, swirling the tip of his tongue around your clit until you're sobbing once more.

On your journey to Bakhroma, you'd heard an old wives' tale. Somewhat of a ghost story passed around the three-member crew during drunk nights while the long-haul space freighter floated in endless space. The team said it had been passed down from other Prospectors who had survived the moon trip. They claimed that anyone who stepped foot in The Green was subjugated by greed. While Aurelac gems definitely pleased Ezra, it appeared he found the treasure between your legs much more valuable...

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cursedvibes · 22 days

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kenjaku :-) or tengen/uraume if they've been done

Thank you for the ask! I'm just gonna do all three :D

Kenjaku

Sexuality Headcanon:

I think Kenjaku generally doesn't care about a person's gender in regards to attraction. It's far more important that the people are interesting, able to hold their attention for a long time and if they are actually looking for a relationship of whatever kind, they must feel like they are equal to each other. Also, I think as far as purely physical or aesthetic attraction goes or when it's about casual sex they prefer men.

Gender Headcanon:

Kenjaku got all the genders and goes by any pronouns or none at all. They might have some preferences for what sex their body has, but that changes over time and sometimes it aligns with their current vessel and sometimes it doesn't. Generally, in canon the characters who actually know Kenjaku don't refer to them in gendered terms, but I don't think they'd have a problem with being referred to with she/her while in Geto or Noritoshi's body or with he/him when in Kaori's. I also think this was always the case with them, it didn't just come through their CT or with age. Their CT just helped realize the fluidity of their gender more.

A ship I have with said character:

I have a whole bunch of them, but at the moment my fave is definitely TenKen. Got a great toxic mix of longing, obsession, lost friendship and vore. And it is especially interesting to get into because Tengen is so important for Kenjaku's character overall. She is their primary motivation for this whole insane plan they got, getting close to her is what drove them forward for centuries and she is likely the cause or one of the factors that drove Kenjaku to get more and more lost in their need for entertainment because they lost the connection to her.

A BROTP I have with said character:

Uraume. I just love their dynamic so much, both as a BROTP and as a sort of hatesex ship. I really miss their bickering and casual insults. Kenjaku is so gleeful about driving Uraume up the wall it's great. But also how they reluctantly help each other out and do such wild shit like going on an international tour to rile up an invasion of Japan. Or Kenjaku having to hold Uraume back like a rabid dog from killing everyone in sight because it would be Not A Good Look. True trans solidarity.

A NOTP I have with said character:

Hmm, I think it's GoKen (sorry, I know you love them). I'm just not interested in Gojo in a shipping sense, I don't really see anything interesting in their dynamic beyond the meeting in Shibuya and even that has gotten a bit old for me because everyone is talking about it constantly. I also don't like how it is often/most of the time so focused on stsg because in canon that's the only reason Gojo has any interest in Kenjaku. Without Geto he wouldn't give a shit. So from what I've seen of it, most of it is just repackaged stsg angst (especially in fanfic) and I don't care for that.

A random headcanon:

Tengen used to be something of a teacher for them, maybe they were somehow involved with the cult that formed around her, and then they slowly became more of a friend or partner for her. They developed the concept for jujutsu society together, but disagreed on the details and how far it should be taken, how curses should be handled etc.

General Opinion over said character:

*gestures at my blog and AO3 account* idk I guess I like them

Uraume

Sexuality Headcanon:

They give me a bit of an ace vibe. I think they generally don't engage much with sex or have much interest in it, but on the odd chance that they do, they prefer men (probably also who they are most aesthetically attracted to).

Gender Headcanon:

No. If we use a label, agender would come the closest, but they just don't have any gender and live completely outside of it. They don't really care if people make assumptions about them because they see these people below them anyway, so what do their opinions matter. They wouldn't really get mad about it unless they are being pestered about it or they feel like the person is stepping out of line. But if that happens, they can just kill them. Easy. Same as with Kenjaku, I think they always felt this way about their gender, it's not that they stopped caring about it with age.

A ship I have with said character:

Mainly SukUme because Sukuna is really the only person Uraume has much interest in and I like how chill Sukuna is around them. Love the scene of them laughing at Yuuji together and joking around. You can tell they have been close for a long time. I also like that Uraume shows Sukuna respect, but isn't his doormat and gets away with far more than anyone else. Unfortunately we haven't seen it yet, but Uraume cooking human meat for Sukuna Hannibal-style is also the main thing that pulls me towards them. Cannibal couple.

A BROTP I have with said character:

Kenjaku, like above. Although, their dynamic with Hakari is also becoming really interesting and I wish we saw more of them. They actually seem to vibe very well and respect or even like each other, which is quite rare with Uraume. So far they seem the most normal around him. Probably because they might see something of young!Sukuna in him and he isn't as annoying as Kenjaku.

A NOTP I have with said character:

idk...there aren't that many ships with them. I can't think of any I've seen that I didn't like. Have to say though, that I don't like when people treat Uraume in SukUme as a self-insert and you can clearly tell that the person who wrote/drew it just wants to get railed by Sukuna and doesn't actually care about Uraume.

A random headcanon:

They were eating and cooking human flesh even before Sukuna came around. They saw Sukuna tear the raw flesh from people's bodies and eat it and were like "this is so uncultured, I gotta help this guy. where's my cauldron"

General Opinion over said character:

Love them! One of my top 10 favourite jjk characters. Gege please show me more of them, especially their current fight. I also really want to know more about their philosophy, view of humanity and how it differs from Sukuna's, how they first came to meet Sukuna and who they were before that.

Tengen

Sexuality Headcanon:

Pretty firmly aroace. I don't think they ever had much interest in romance, long-term relationships or sex. She might have experimented a bit when they were younger or maybe she used to be married because of societal conventions, but as she got older she just stopped engaging with it altogether and her philosophy and buddhist beliefs only emphasized what was already there.

Gender Headcanon:

Pretty much what she already told us. She feels more drawn to the identity of woman, but it was never that rigid for her and as she got older and especially when her body started to change, she cared less and less about it. However, she still cares about gender in the sense that she doesn't see herself as a man and prefers to not be addressed as such, especially in a private setting. Like, she doesn't care what the higher-ups think, them thinking she's a man is even beneficial to her, but if someone she knows well or cares about addresses her that way directly, she will correct them. She likes masculine clothing though and playing around with assumptions and societal conventions for gender presentation in general. If I were to summarize her gender in one brief label it would be something like: woman* (star even fits with her theme)

A ship I have with said character:

TenKen (obviously). Most of the action in that ship naturally comes from Kenjaku, but I find it fascinating how despite all the shit Kenjaku has done over the centuries, she still gives them the cover of anonymity and even protects them to a degree. Heavily side-eyeing Kenjaku surviving a fight against the Heian six eyes user twice. The fight wasn't even close from what we know and yet Kenjaku somehow managed to slip away and recuperate. I also find it fascinating how in the end, she almost gives in to Kenjaku's demands or lets herself be swept away by them. She doesn't try to merge anymore and she puts up the bare minimum of a fight. Like, she knows Kenjaku is a threat, but she still cares about them in some way and sees them as just an attention seeking child (true). Also kind of funny how she says she has no idea what motivates Kenjaku because she can't see into the human heart and yet when we've seen that Kenjaku isn't at all shy to talk about why they are doing all this. Especially with her around they are basically screaming their motivation and she's there like "hmm, big mystery why they are doing this. feelings are so hard to understand." no wonder Kenjaku went insane lol She's always trying to keep that emotional distance somehow, even when her actions speak against it. It also makes it very tragic from Kenjaku's perspective. They swallowed her and still can't reach her (anymore). Also, they see their relationship as equal, while Tengen still places herself above them in terms of skill and maturity. Argh, I need their backstory.

A BROTP I have with said character:

There aren't really that many people she has a closer connection with and a friendly one at that...guess Sukuna? Her turning his corpse into a mummy is really interesting and also their similarity when she started evolving. The mummy stuff is very similar to the urban legend of Ryomen Sukuna, so I wonder what exactly her and Kenjaku did with Sukuna before and after his death and if they might've been involved with him becoming more powerful. I also like her and Yuki together. They aren't exactly friendly, not from Yuki's side at least, but the "forced to hang out with my bigoted grandma" aspect of their relationship is funny.

A NOTP I have with said character:

Her and Sukuna. I just don't see anything there except shared fascination for jujutsu and what I said above about their past. Definitely nothing that comes even close to romantic or sexual feelings on either side.

A random headcanon:

She's not from Japan or she had a long period where she toured around ancient China, India, Korea and the like. She only really started drawing attention when she was at least 200 years old, so there is a lot of time we don't really know anything about.

General Opinion over said character:

Manipulative, conservative Grandma who ruined everyone's lives with the system she created and couldn't be bothered to change things for the better. And I love her for that. Top 3 jjk character for me <3

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toxic-mothers-tourney · 11 months

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Round 1: Match 6

Cersei Lannister (ASOIAF/GOT) vs. Caroline Collingwood (Succession)

Cersei Lannister

CW: child death, sibling incest - Her actions killed her ENTIRE family and then some through her enabling her son. She never took responsibility for it either. - She had sex w her brother next to her sons corpse - she dotes on her eldest son (the prince/king) and enables his vicious cruelty towards others. she is heavily critical of her younger son (an 8-year old) and constantly reprimands him for not obeying her every order and not acting as perfectly as she demands. she disrespects and demeans him constantly, and threatens people he cares about. she plots to have everyone around her murdered because she's so paranoid about her kids getting killed; she is protective of them but she's also unhinged and miserable to be around and she sucks the joy out of every room she walks into

Caroline Collingwood

CW: disordered eating - "Some people aren't meant to be mothers... I should have had dogs." said to her daughter, after congratulating her on not having kids - her oldest son tried to have an emotional talk with her and she pretended to be too tired and told him they'd talk in the morning then left before he woke up so he'd have to go back to america without being able to talk to her. used her emotionally fragile youngest son as a pawn to get her other children to come see her so her husband could pitch them a business idea (less than a week after their dad died btw). participated in or at least turned a blind eye to a "summer of competitive eating disorders" between her kids (though her behavior through the show makes it likely she encouraged it). betrayed her kids and helped their abusive father for financial gain. she's insane and does not like her kids even a little bit and almost never bothers to even pretend she does. she's also very funny

mod notes: these two women are so disgustingly rich. they're both very funny tho

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venusvity · 8 months

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₊˚ 🌙 ♡𓂋 ☄️ 。ﾟ✷ THE TROUBLED PAST OF JUNG YOONAH.

Published by ANONYMOUS | August 26, 2023

TW // DRUG ABUSE MENTION, OVERDOSE MENTION, SEX MENTION, VERBAL ABUSE, TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS, MENTAL ILLNESS MENTION, CURSING.

Since her debut in 2018, Jung Yoonah has been entangled in drugs, sex, and a debilitating mental illness. Through screenshots, personal recounts, and never-before-seen photos a turbulent timeline is revealed to the public.

Jung Yoonah has the most dating scandals in VENUS, having accumulated ten dating rumors over the years. Throughout the years, Dispatch has had a collection of photos of her with a total of 15 different men through leaked photos and photos taken by the site ourselves.

The photos mainly consist of men under Angelico or men she's met at clubs that she used to often frequent. From 2019 to 2022 it's been a well know secret that Yoonah would frequent such clubs as The Blue Room, The Circle, and Devil's Lock and Key all three notorious for their excessive drug use and where to go to find a quick hook up. All three of these clubs have been investigated by the police, The Blue Room recently being shut down due to an underground sex ring operating inside the club. The other two while not shut down are still hot spots for drug dealers and drug users.

With proof from medical records, Jung Yoonah once suffered an apparent overdose due to a high dose of Xanex in 2019. She was held in hospital for one week before being released. Upon further review of her medical records, in 2022 when she was on hiatus for "personal reason" she was spending time in a mental health facility where she was treated for "Depression, Anxiety, PTSD, and Dependency to Illegal Substances" for the entirety of 2022.

According to old friends, Yoonah was never sober when they'd see her. "She'd always be zoning out or staring at you with her mouth open. It was clear she was never there," Kim Jaewoo, a former idol and producer for VENUS would go onto say, "She would do anything anyone would give her. She would get a lot of nose bleeds for a reason."

Another friend, who has chosen to stay anonymous, said this about Yoonah: "She would do several lines of coke every day. If she didn't get her fix, she was insane. She used to hit me when I'd refused to give her drugs. She was very violent when she didn't get what she wanted."

But this is not the only account of Yoonah's abusive behavior. Screenshots of her text conversations with her current partner, soloist, and actor Kang Juwon. The couple started their relationship in 2019 but were on the rocks until this year. The texts below are from Juwon's former manager taken in 2020. The manager told Dispatch he only had the screenshots due to Juwon being scared of Yoonah and what she could do in her unstable state.

It's said that this is not the only instance of Yoonah being verbally abusive towards her partners. Many remember the video of her yelling at DeepDive member and former romantic partner Jacob Lee. The fan-taken video was posted to Twitter by an anonymous Twitter account in 2019.

Jacob and Yoonah are seen arguing inaudibly on the street in front of the Angelico gates. The argument, though practically inaudible, is clearly intense by the hand movements of both idols. Jacob points to himself as he shouts something, giving Yoonah a wide-eyed look, while Yoonah throws her hands up, yelling something at the elder. Jacob looks bewildered by her response, leaning in to get in her face, making Yoonah shove him harshly. The video ends.

The video, though making its rounds on Twitter after its release, it was deleted and so was the account that posted the video.

The compiled evidence points to a troubling narrative surrounding Jung Yoonah's reliability and stability. Her entanglement in controversies involving drugs, multiple relationships, mental health struggles, and aggressive behavior suggests a deeply concerning pattern that warrants further attention. As her career unfolds, the unsettling aspects of her personal life continue to cast a shadow over her public image.

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[ +1029, -384 ] her painting jinhwa as the villain when she seems to be just as bad...

[ +863, -271 ] those text messages are vile. i hope juwon is okay and that she burns in hell.

[ +726, -485 ] so when will the exclusive about jinhwa drop? and all the girls he's slept with while he was supposed to be their boss?

[ +620, -139 ] IS THAT REID?? REJECTS REID?? (stream rejects newest comeback coming out this september)

[ +578, -387 ] she's not perfect but this is a calculated attack on her character for the upcoming trial.

[ +502, -208 ] wasn't jaewoo kicked from deepdive because he was a creep? why would i believe a word a man who can't date a woman his age says?

[ +476, -339 ] just another nasty bitch trying to ruin an innocent man's career. i hope she rots.

#╰ * venus : development ⧽ burn it to the ground .#ficnetfairy #kpop oc #idol oc #fictional idol community #fictional idol group #kpop fanfic #fake kpop oc #kpop au #idol au #kpop addition #idolverse #oc girl group #bts addition #fake kpop girl group #fake kpop idol #oc kpop group #stray kids addition

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thebreakfastgenie · 3 months

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piercintyre and hawnk for the ask meme :3c

piercentyre

Ship It!

What made you ship it? You know for a long time I didn't, and it was really two things. What first opened me up to it was seeing different takes on it. When I first joined the fandom I really saw one popular piercentyre narrative and I hated it (and still do). The thing that made me ship it was one time I rewatched The Consultant and Hawk said "if you're trying to get me drunk it'll probably work" and I was like "oh they are not going golfing, are there?

What are your favorite things about the ship? I just love that they're best friends! Shipping them for me is basically just adding sex, the rest of it is already there in the show, so it's fun! I love the way they interact onscreen, it kind of makes me insane. They're one of the best depictions of best friends I've ever seen, which is special to me, and I like friends-as-lovers. Also they'd end up in either Boston or Maine which are my stomping grounds.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? I just cannot stand angst for this ship. I hate it. Unless it's the variety of angst where one of them dies. I don't think Trapper broke Hawkeye's heart. I don't think Hawkeye was more in love or that Trapper couldn't communicate his feelings. I think Trapper was incredibly good to him and they were both realistic about their future together.

hawnk

Ship It!

What made you ship it? I have eyes! I didn't actually like hawnk at first but the more I watched the show the more I noticed it and then I started shipping it as a joke and that only ever ends one way. They really have some chemistry going on.

What are your favorite things about the ship? It's just so fucking funny. Hawnk is like. Hawkeye is waging psychological warfare on Frank by flirting with him, but Frank doesn't pull away and the gay chicken goes too far. I love how toxic and messed up it is. I like seeing Hawkeye in a dominant role. I like that it's the only gay MASH ship with an onscreen kiss.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? I mean, liking hawnk is kind of an unpopular opinion. I've gotten crap for it before. Deep down I don't think they could ever have a relationship per se, but it's something I'm open to exploring in fic. I guess my unpopular opinion is I think Hawkeye holds some affection for Frank. I think it's unavoidable because of how much they've been through together. He can't not have compassion for Frank. I don't think he really hates him.

#ty prax!!!#mashposting

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stormxpadme · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023 No. 26 - "You look awful."

Scogan Bingo challenge Sex In The Shower/Tub

"You look awful."

Scott tried bravely, making it sound like an amused teasing, but Logan didn’t need to be able to see behind the usual glasses covering eyes to know that they were filled with both shock and worry.

"Yeah, well, next time I get to seduce the rich bitch, and you take the detour through the toxic waste drain." Logan regarded the unconscious Weapon X cell leader on the ground with a pointed glance, not missing that the expensive tight dress wasn’t hugging the blond woman's sinewy shape half as proper anymore and that she had a couple of hickeys on her neck. Necessary fraternizing to get a mission done wasn’t anything you could get jealous about, not in their line of work … Still, this was not exactly how Logan had imagined this evening of Scott's and his anniversary to go. Still grumbling, he turned away to slam the shut of the walk-in vault shut, not least to spare Scott further staring at where Logan's healing factor was still busy, not letting his skin and flesh look like a burned pizza anymore. That, too, hurt like a motherfucker, but it could be helped just as little as Scott having to flirt his way into this room undercover at that military ball tonight, to give them a kind of access to this underground safe that wouldn’t sound any alarm. If they didn’t manage to find some highly dangerous formula for a new mutant cure in the limited time window before their enemies would notice the destroyed cameras in the corners, they were not only looking at another unpleasant confrontation but then this whole thing would have been in vain, too. "Got anything yet?"

"I was just starting to look. Been a little busy too far, trying to keep her from getting into my pants." Someone not as close to Scott as Logan had gotten in the years after their joint grief over a certain redhead of their team dying on them at Alkali Lake for the first time, might not have noticed the slightly strained tone in Scott's warm, deep voice, or might have put it onto the stress of the situation.

Logan who'd seen his team leader entirely unfazed in the face of even the most lethal threats in the field before didn’t need his enhanced senses to know that these feigned intimate scenes a moment ago had gotten to his partner. Scott hated Logan babying him just as much as it was the other way around, so he arduously kept back until they passed each other by casually while systematically checking every box, every smaller vault, every drawer in this damn room. Only then, cautiously reaching out for Scott's wrist, he slightly raised his brows at him. By now, Logan was not looking so kebabed anymore, fortunately, and could move again without groaning out from trying to use muscles that had just been chemically burned to particles. So Scott would hopefully be able to tell from the knowing, composed expression on his face that Logan wasn’t trying to go mother hen on him about something that they'd both been able to go through with more than once, ever since Logan had joined this peculiar team of probably clinically insane people back at Liberty Island. Ever since then he'd just grown far too damn fond of this stubborn asshole to want to see him run into the next best bullet on the way out because his focus was off.

"It's fine. Just a couple of kisses and a bit of groping. I've regretted some drunk New Year's Eve hookups more than this," Scott assured him with a grin that for all its crooked character seemed sincere. "That's not it. Notice something?" Scrunching his nose a little, he nodded down at the figure on the ground that he'd taken out with a fast-working narcotic, hidden in a needle on some swanky ring on his thumb.

At first, Logan didn’t, mostly because he was smelling like a damn cesspool. But the airtight room was ventilated so badly and so sterile that when he focused on his senses consciously, he could finally pick up on the sweetish-flowery fragrance that was coming both from the enemy and inevitably from Scott's body now, too. Last Logan had been allowed to scent that certain note of freshly bloomed roses, that had been when Jean and he had almost gotten up to something incredibly stupid in the night before Alkali Lake. There were certain subjects for which even after almost two years, there were still no words offering the necessary comfort. And right now, cuddling for a few hours, and a bit of erotic adrenaline to get the flood of memories of the woman they'd both loved out of their system, was obviously off the table, too. So Logan had to do with long, gentle squeeze of Scott's hand and a fleeting kiss to the side of his neck to show him, he knew exactly what was going on before continuing the search for their target object even faster now. The sooner they got out of here and back to Mutant High for some badly needed downtime, the better.

But it was Scott, having a lot more accuracy with these kinds of things by nature, who dug up what was probably the document cartridge in question from the bottom of some vault in the very back of the room a minute later. "Looks good." With a relieved sigh, he replaced his glasses with the VISOR that Logan had brought for him for a lack of other options, grimacing at the stench of waste even clinging to the device. Then he shot the ridiculously small and simple lock on the box to pieces.

Only a split second too premature, just when Logan's senses had suddenly noticed an almost inaudibly faint ticking and hum coming from that damn thing so that he didn’t even get a chance to open his mouth for a warning. All he could do, if he didn’t want to watch his partner bite it right before his eyes, was jumping him with a headless little shout, throwing Scott to the ground, covering him with his smaller but larger body as well as possible before a fortunately small explosion sounded through the room. One that might easily have taken off Scott's head or some limbs anyway. As it was, they were getting away from their dumb carelessness with just their clothes ripped to pieces, being half-deaf for an hour or so, and with a couple of minor burns from where Logan hadn’t been able to push Scott far away enough in time from that box. But that was enough, in combination with the valuable information they'd been supposed to retrieve here gone, to ruin their mood for good. Not to mention that they'd have to hurry the fuck up now if they wanted to leave this cellar just as inconspicuously as they'd entered unless they were to run into a whole hostile squad.

Scott let Logan help him up with a pained little grimace, no doubt already feeling what would be a whole myriad of bruises from the impact, taking just a second to look down at his now entirely ruined Armani suit, checking for any serious damage. For some mysterious reason, a weak grin curled on his lips. "At least now we both smell like shit."

Logan rolled his eyes at him dramatically and pulled him towards the door.

******

It was a major annoyance, having to start this whole operation all over, but on the way home, they somehow managed to push that frustration away for now. Wasn’t the first setback, wouldn’t be the last. Getting this fucking formula on the first try already would have been sheer luck, honestly. When these particular bastards were involved, the X-Men always had to be glad to get out of any kind of crisis with all their bones somewhat intact. Since they still were both carrying far too many traces of this little adventure though, they let the others know via a brief phone call that they'd not drive through the night for a mission debriefing that could easily wait until tomorrow but chose the next best dubious motel on the road, once they could be sufficiently sure, they were not being followed. The receptionist eyed their lousy appearance and Scott's glasses with narrow eyes but when Scott slipped her an extra dollar note and opted for one of the more expensive rooms, they got their keys. Having takeout and a new set of clothes hastily enquired on the road on them, a couple of hours of silence sounded like the best damn idea right now.

To their surprise, the run-down place had actually bothered to equip their better rooms with a bathtub instead of a shower, large enough even for Scott's ridiculous height to be somewhat comfortable. So after Logan had hastily devoured the most necessary carbs to get his energy back up after the extensive healing earlier and Scott had dully picked at his chicken salad for minutes, they quickly found themselves naked in the hot water. Snuggled closely together, with Scott nestled against Logan's body back to stomach, their legs intertwined, their breathing quickly started to go in a synchronized rhythm as the last of agitation and adrenaline started to ebb away. "Could have lost you earlier," Logan finally murmured into his lover's ear, tightening his hold on those long, strong thighs instinctively as he recalled that moment of panic earlier. "You need to watch your stupid thin ass better. Someday, I might not be there to push you out of the way, you know."

"I'm usually not making the same mistake twice. So, not gonna happen again." Scott squeezed his hand and turned his head for a quick kiss to Logan's temple but he didn’t give him a promise. They rarely did. For that, they both knew far too well how quickly this job could end badly thanks to something entirely out of their control. "I'm more pissed about fucking up. If Weapon X goes through with this … I don't exactly have great memories of the last time someone came up with a so-called Cure, you know."

A night when they were both already weary was not a time to reminisce on the whole clusterfuck that had been Jean's short-term rebirth and Scott's own death and resurrection, not to mention how barely their race had scraped by extinction and full-blown war back then. So Logan only rested two fingertips on Scott's chin to turn his lover's head back to him for a proper kiss. He could still taste ash, a bit of copper from a small cut on Scott's lip from that fall, and the tartness of the cheap wine Scott still had half a glass of in his hand, the latter being another worrisome sign that the day had taken a bigger toll on his lover than Scott was trying to show. "We're not gonna let it get to that again, Slim. And we still got time. The one good thing about me being these people's lab rat before? I know them. If they had anything that actually worked yet, we'd already know. Whatever shit they'll try to stir at some point, I got no problems wading through that, too, if I have to."

"We will," Scott corrected him, the almost painful tension in his back having slipped away at least a little, the smile on his lips looking grateful now instead of bitter, and a good deal tired. "As soon as I'm no longer that beat, we'll make a list of possible headquarters of these assholes nearby. If we're lucky, they got another lab within reach to search. Not tonight though," he emphasized when Logan frowned skeptically. "A very wise guy once told me, overworking myself to the point of passing out only fucks up the results in the long run."

"Dunno about the being smart part but you should definitely listen to the dude more often," Logan agreed with a small grin on his own, still annoyed about how close this whole thing had been earlier. That was something he didn’t care for dwelling on any longer either right now though, or later in a new version of his nightmares about losing either himself or people close to him in an ocean of blood. Laying down was out of the question as long as his mind was still a mess of restlessness and dark emotions. And Scott wouldn’t be faring any better. "Like when he tells you, we can both use a sleeping pill that leaves less of a headache than this brew you're choking down there."

Scott's smirk definitely sported a wolfish touch now as Logan's fingertips started to wander on his thighs, moving to the inside and higher. "Is that so? You think you can dissuade me from numbing my thoughts with booze with a couple of excess hormones?" He demonstratively raised his glass to his lips again, his other hand unmoving on the tub edge but let out a suspicious gasp when Logan's knuckles brushed his already hardening cock, feather-light.

Well, that was a game two could play. "Who said anything about hormones? Just making sure you get sufficiently clean." Logan reached for the bottle with soap on the tub edge with his free hand and squirted a generous amount of the thick fluid, faintly smelling of coconut, on his palm. When Scott shuddered a little and squirmed back against him, he rested his legs over his lover's longer ones, easily keeping him in place thanks to his superior strength, and lowered his head to nibble on the shell of Scott's ear, knowing all his lover's most sensitive spots perfectly after all this time. Gladly watching Scott tense and curse under Logan's exquisitely slow caresses underwater, everywhere he could reach, without ever coming close to certain most sensitive areas though, he took his sweet time, railing his lover up, only letting out a suppressed groan every now and then when Scott writhing back against him stimulated his own erection more or less accidentally. The quickly building want in his lower body far too intense to ignore for long thanks to the peculiarities of his feral mutation, Logan gave up on restraint the second, he'd cleaned his lover's skin off those last traces of the explosion and a certain rose perfume. He was yearning far too much to hear Scott enjoy himself loudly and shamelessly right now for endless foreplay. So he brought his hands from where they had been so patiently stroking every of his lover's firm, attractive pecs and abs, of his hips, his attractive legs, to Scott's dark, pebbled nibbles, a harsh first tweak promptly making his lover groan out and try to squirm against the hold of his legs once more, his hips thrusting into nowhere. "That glass of yours still looks awfully full … What happened to that numbing-your-mind deal?"

Scott let out a defeated growl and put that thing quickly away before starting yet another attempt to break free of Logan's hold and turn around to him properly, to no avail not least thanks to a couple of strained muscles from their stunt earlier. "I could get of something far more delicious to taste right now."

"I'm sure you do." Logan ignored the not-exactly-subtle innuendo as there would be more than enough time for that later, giving Scott's reddening nipples another few harsh twists and tugs. On nights like this, when they were both prone to melancholy and self-doubt, more than it was healthy in their line of work, the additional adrenaline of a little bit of pain and loving humiliation was necessary for Scott in particular to lose himself entirely to the needs of his body. Reveling in every of his lover's moans, every startle of pure lust twitching through that tall, lean body, Logan only reluctantly let go to reach for that soap bottle again, acquiring a far bigger dollop of the grey-white mass this time. "Don't think so, Slim," he muttered warningly against Scott's ear when Scott thrust his hips up wantonly, kissing away the goose-bump on his lover's neck that this certain deep, slow tone in his voice in such moments always caused. "For that big mouth you got on you, you don’t get a reward so easily. Don't make me say it again if you don’t want to spend the night in restraints," he added sharply when a defiant flash of red sparked behind Scott's glasses and his lover tried to reach for his throbbing cock underwater himself. "Legs up."

A pout on his lips, Scott seemed to consider rebelling against that uncompromising order for a moment but with Logan's lips back on his ear, the tip of Logan's tongue thrusting inside a couple of times, his resistance melted away at once. A deep sigh on his lips, he leaned back even more heavily against Logan's body which in turn had Logan's untouched cock jerk in need, and rested his lower legs on the tub edge, presenting his most vulnerable spots willingly for Logan for the taking, something that Logan didn’t think would ever leave him cold with someone acting so distanced, so cautious about not physically getting too close to people otherwise.

Not wanting to ruin the intimate moment with more words, Logan left another soft kiss on the side of Scott's neck and then finally got his hand underwater, spreading the fluid quickly and thoroughly enough where it needed to go so it wouldn’t get washed away, then softly eased a first slick finger into his lover's tight opening. For a moment, he feared, Scott would be too wound up after today for the necessary relaxation when an almost painful clench of muscles followed.

But then Scott turned his head to the side with something almost close to a needy sob, burying his face against Logan's shoulder. His hands only clenched down harder where they'd reached back for Logan's hips, a silent invitation.

One Logan was glad to follow, slowly exploring that tight heat with shallow thrust, only going deeper when this instinctive first resistance had melted away.

By the time, he was playfully nudging a certain rough spot deep inside, Scott was moaning out and trembling in his arms, his untouched cock starting to dribble small drops of white into the water. A second and then a third finger added with exciting ease, Logan had his lover thrust down against him within minutes, back to writhing mindlessly and moaning his name, knuckles protruding white from where he was holding on, his strong, flat stomach concaving again and again as his stretched hole clenched up firmly, lustfully around the quickly working digits. "Need you, Logan …" By that time, Scott's voice was only a hoarse whisper, his hand reaching up to clench so tightly in Logan's hair it almost hurt, his whole body tensing up as Logan fucked into him deeply another time, aiming right for his prostate once more, his balls drawing up closely to his body.

Logan decided that waiting for his eager lover to beg would still be early enough in round 2 or 3 and carefully pulled back, with a soothing kiss to Scott's shoulder when he whined. "Up." He only loosed the grip of his leg muscles long enough for his lover to follow the new command before firmly grabbing those slim, attractive hips, pulling Scott against him at a different angle this time, groaning out loudly himself as his raging hard on slipped into that oiled, hot channel with ridiculous ease. "Jesus, Slim, I swear one day you'll gonna kill me personally."

"Less. Talking." Scott firmly planted his feet on the bottom of the tub, his hands back on the edge as he moved his hips in a first tentative roll, slowed down by the water, and shuddered out another moan, feeling every single inch of pulsating hardness so deeply buried inside of him albeit not in the very best angle. "Fuck …"

"No cheating," Logan reminded him sternly before Scott had made as much as one move to reach down again. Tensing his own hip muscles for a firm thrust, he grinned in satisfaction at the helpless keen from his lover's lips. "You're gonna come on my cock only tonight, Slim, so might want to put your back into it."

"You're gonna get that back, just so we're clear," Scott grumbled, a threat hardly even being one, not with how much they both enjoyed being on the receiving end of such alluring little games from time to time. And then his lover was very quick to go nonverbal again because Logan thrusted up into him again, even harder this time, the water almost splashing over the edge, and the moan of pure, bone-deep want on Scott's lips almost made Logan come on the spot himself.

With how much more salty, delicious fluid was starting to stain the water, with no orgasm anywhere in sight yet though, somehow, Logan was beginning to suspect they'd have to continue right with a long, good shower after their bath if they wanted to get even close to being clean at any point this night …

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rexxdjarin · 5 months

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For Rex and Mari: 3. It’s late at night and your characters want food, what do they order/find in the fridge? 7. What do they argue about? 10. How do they make up after a fight? 11. Who causes the most arguments? 39. If your OCs has/had a child, who would be the stricter parent? 42. Have they ever been jealous?

OC Ask Game - Relationships Edition!

HI BBY💙 of course I will info dump about rex and mari for you.

3. It’s late at night and your characters want food, what do they order/find in the fridge?

hmmmm well Rex loves ronto burgers or anything meat related. and Mari loves fries and chocolate of any kind.

7. What do they argue about?

OOOF well unfortunately while they don't argue often, the things they argue about are big, big things. what the possibilities are for their future, mainly. fear of losing each other, things like that. they try not to talk about it and usually in the limited time they have to see each other they dont have the time anyway.

10. How do they make up after a fight?

hahahahaha how else? Sex. Some of the times after the fights they have are the best sex of their lives. With follow up cuddles and aftercare and insane affection for each other too.

11. Who causes the most arguments?

Mari usually. She fiery and passionate and can't help herself sometimes. She doesn't like to let things go, especially if they bother her enough. Rex is pretty good at pacifying her though, that's what he does as a captain too. But if you rile Rex up enough he'll snap and argue too. It's just far more rare.

39. If your OCs has/had a child, who would be the stricter parent?

well SPOILER they do have children. Multiple. Technically they'd say Rex because of all his military training, he runs a tight ship. But Mari is far more severe in her punishment if she does actually get mad.

42. Have they ever been jealous?

Oh yes, very often. Rex more so than Mari because Mari tends to grab so much attention, Rex is always a little miffed by any guy getting to spend time with her. Not in a crazy toxic way, he just likes the challenge of getting to prove to the other men who look at her that he is superior and truly worthy of being by her side. and Mari gets suuuuuper jealous of anyone who gets too affectionate or complimentary to him, especially considering they aren't supposed to know she's dating him.

#captain rex x oc: mari vontas #oc: mari vontas #oc ask game relationship edition #oc asks #captain rex #wip captains log #rex and mari🥺#wip unwritten #oc ask game #ask games

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apple-orchards-writings · 3 months

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SYDNEY'S BOOK CRIMINAL... UE UE UE... Oooohhh the intersections of familiarity and intimacy and deviancy got me. Insane abt them. (Also a really enjoyable image in my head of Kylar returning a book late/marked up and Sydney going through the usual with getting out a marker, but when Kylar huffs and points out that they've already got Book Criminal written on them Sydney just says something about it needing to be touched up, and writes a little "Sydney's" above it...)

BUT LIKE!!! Okay. Kylar is Sydney's oldest, only friend, with exception to PC. (Likewise, with Kylar...) Their best friend, probably, or at least they were - someone they wanted to be around, enjoyed spending time with. And it was a desire, but not a bad one, surely? Their parents seemed happy about it!

They grew up together, we can presume, at least for a while... Not illogical to assume Kylar could have discovered masturbation first, clever kid nosing around on a computer, shown Sydney just because they were close, and it felt good, and there is an amount of pride to be held in having found something out like that. (From there, the seeds of the association are sown.) There's intimacy there... They're best friends, it's their special shared secret ! Not something they'd confess to anybody else.

It's blurry from there until school, Kylar's parents transforming and them splitting sometime between those points, but it's like. God. Do you reckon Sydney's thoughts might wander there from time to time, esp as purity drops, some fantasies to which they'd never admit? Cause if so, I think Kylar - someone they did know well and feel safe with for a while, who's right near their age, who they feel regret over and miss when they let themself reflect on it and still see pretty often at school and in the library when it rains - might have a good chance of featuring in them. (Kind of funny to me to imagine Syd waking up from a wet dream or so about it, or even just like feeling Kylar draw in marker on their skin and getting goosebumps from it, and immediately deciding that they will NOT be unpacking that, and instead praying extra today, also.) Especially once Kylar starts trying to pavlov them for real, whether they're thrown in closer contact by chance or PC intervention or what, finding themself thinking about it even more, not even minding as much as they sink further towards corruption... Them making it easier for Kylar to make their advances, urging them on or coming to them for it once they're past a certain point...

Stars. And on KYLAR'S side of things, slowly watching Sydney change as a result of their actions until it's Sydney pulling them in deeper (HOT)... Gradually recovering a level of trust and some relationship with them even if they don't mean to just by virtue of spending the time with them again, still upset about how it ended but receiving a warmth and familiarity that they haven't known for YEARS, an apology at some point, getting to work out some anger/stress a little bit with the control provided by something like this (having power over Sydney's arousal) and the fact that Sydney is, effectively, at their mercy once they're far enough in... Getting to talk about things!!! Their parents, with someone who could actually remember them!! Having someone besides PC they can lean on... Also the sex.

Stars. They're childhood friends!! And it's sooo easy just to put that label on it and ignore the complexities just underneath, Sydney's repressed desire mixed with their will to right things between them and them trusting Kylar with both, Kylar's own mixed feelings about their old friendship and their own desires seeing Sydney change under their influence, the fact that it IS kinda fuckt in power dynamic and so (TOXIC YAOI WIN!!!) but also has the potential for a really enjoyable dynamic... (possible eventual "sorry I trained you like a dog to get horny around me" "It Was Hot" which is . A little funny to me.)

But MORE THAN ANYTHING the point the main thought is just. Oh . of course it's easier for Sydney to accept their own desires and depravities with someone they know and trusted and who they care for despite themself, who already has those same depravities and doesn't do as much to hide them. Someone who already knows them. Who they could've loved before, who they might still in some way. (to the tune of "of course you have blue hair and pronouns") of course you have a tragic past friendship and repressed desires + fetishes to be appealed to....

SORRY FOR LENGTH. Bows. Gazes so sweetly upon any pavloving thoughts also (don't know why I focused on Sydney so much here I'm usually a Kylar person. Hm. Oh well)

(as a bonus treat. Imagine them fucking in the changing room w Sydney's little away sign on the table)

ANON ANON ANONANON THIS WAS THE BEST PRESENT YOU COULDVE GIVEN ME WHAT THE FUCK ANON IM CRYING THIS IS SO GOOD YOUVE BLESSED ME DONT APOLOGIZE FOR THE LENGTH THANK YOU

but omg the beginning with them being best friends and slowly discovering their bodies ahhhhh the loneliness they both must have felt during that separation, because even tho they still see each other in the halls or the library, there's a barrier that neither of them feel like they're allowed to cross,

but as soon as PC comes around and starts pushing them with Sydney remembering the dreams and fantasies they may have had about Kylar and slowly incorporating PC in there, just daydreaming of threesomes in the library, shifting around to hide their arousal

and when they both ultimately come around to a tentative relationship, the power dynamic you mentioned like yeah it is fucked up but even then it's a symbiotic thing because sydney can allow themselves to let go of their inhibitions, cause this is Kylar, and even tho there was unease and uncertainty for a while, they've known each other for so long, and the implicit trust is still there, and Kylar can exercise being a dom, because they also trust Sydney, and Sydney will tell them if they're going too far or not far enough, and they can switch the roles if they want!!!

OF COURSE YOU HAVE A CHILDHOOD FRIENDSHIP THAT ENDED BADLY AND FEEL REPRESSED, YOUR PRONOUNS ARE THEY/THEM /j

(also omg fucking in the changing room with the away sign, kylar gagging sydney with their hand because they're too loud otherwise, and the changing room is not that big, so they have to stay close to each other. syd biting into their gag and leaving marks on kylar's hands then sucking on their fingers to apologize, just the both of them going fucking crazy behind the curtain. imagine finding them tangled in each other, with kylar panting because of how good it feels, and just directing the whole thing while taking pictures. you have put worms in my brainnnnn, anon i could kiss you)

#apple answers #dol kylar #dol sydney

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5 works :3 ship opinion bingo: sharkface/felix, sharkface/locus, sharkface/price, sharkface/carolina, and sharkface/kimball

So many shark ships, is this my birthday??? lol

Let's start with my main otp of all time ever, Sharkface/Locus :3333 with the rest under a cut for sake of scrolling ofc

Despite appearances, Sharkface is actually the most well adjusted "just some guy" of the mercs since Siris is gone. And that I think can tug Locus back towards the realm of balance, make him realize hey this fucked up thing I have with Felix? doesn't need to be like this. Like sure they're both still fucked up freaks, but I think since Sharkface is actually capable of being normal about people stuff Locus' badly calibrated interpersonal compass could be bright back into better alignment. It might not be normal but Sharkface would be decently chill about Locus needing to start being a good guy in earnest and having a Person at the vet least is good for Sharkface. He's a social animal and needs to have People around to love and nurture or he suffers.

Which brings us to my next favorite, the ever-toxic "what the fuck is with these guys" ship: Shark/Felix >:) the only way I can see these guys is as aromantic and casually sexual but still somehow weirdly codependent. They 100% bring out the worst in each other, and really I can mostly only see this "working" in an extremely specific or modern AU.

The oddly specific one is a personal au of mine where Sharkface survives Armonia bc one of his assigned squad scrapes him off the pavement and gets him to medical. So that when Felix is falling off the tower like a meteor headed to hell Sharkface is like huh that looks like it's gonna suck and yoinks him sideways instead with his grapplehook. (Do not tell me he isn't any good with it you know that boy spent way too much time with his old squad doing dumb shit and stupid tricks) They both escape death by sheer dumb luck, Locus disappears like a ghost and the UAC runs the remnants off of Chorus into an escape Condor. It's uh. It's like that one post. Fuck. I can't find the screenshot but it's like enemies to begrudgingly working together and maybe me saving your life and you saving mine i feel some sort of minor obligation and i guess you're not that bad after all and we don't work so bad together and at some point it's just easier to stick together kind of thing. And with Sharkface he needs a person or people as stated above and Felix clings because it's weird to not have someone at his side and well they're getting work done and making money and the sex is good so why break a decent grind while it's still working out... ANYWAY. That, and enraged hatefucking while the wars still on. Those are the options but god are they chewy.

There's no real rhyme or reason to the order, truthfully these rotate in my top spot depending on the day lol but Sharklina is so. SO. ough. listen ok so they're enemies at first and Lina completely rocks his shit and thanks to the Skittles assholes he loses everything and they forget about the people they've crushed under a fucking skyscraper. He's hell bent on revenge, she's hell bent on redemption. which is extremely funny in light of his tattoo. they're both competitive and dedicated and passionate and neither one of them likes backing down, and honestly in like a modern au with them meeting at like idk an MMA match or something i think they'd kick each other's asses and then make out. In canon though they've got SO MUCH deliciously chewy baggage to work through and if they hadn't just fucking shot him bc they were running out of time and he declared his undying vengeance i think they might have begrudgingly found they had quite a lot in common over time and through a LOT of hand to hand combat. Ugh. They make me insane. Stubborn little fuckers.

a 'problematic' but evergreen fave. two unsc prisoners freed and pressganged by criminals, one acting in his former capacity as a psychological professional but likely without any licensure any longer, and only with the intention to hone sharkface into a keen blade of revenge to clip some loose ends from his life to make a cleaner getaway, or at least that's what I assume. he proves to be scheming to save his own hide towards the end. BUT WHAT IF he finds an odd attachment to this broken soldier, nearly suicidal in his desires for revenge, to quiet the ghosts in his mind? either as an intellectual curiosity or personal curiosity. i like the option of sharkface trying to dig into him in return with what little he knows of the guy besides the fact that he's playing his cards very close to his vest. that contrarianism can either work against price or right into his hands, but it's about grabbing the right leads and if he misjudges, the shark will thrash free and go right for the neck...

i guess i don't have a whole lot coherent to say but i do love to chew on this weird lopsided power dynamic and toss in a bit of shipping just to see where it goes. sometimes you get a fluff blend where they're both hurting in the core of them and deciding that actually this war is stupid/doomed/worthless and fucking off together to not heal persay but find some mutual comfort is nice. it's versatile because they're both tertiary and quaternary villains in 13 so there's entirely too much grey space to fill in, even though we've known the counselor since season 6 (technically)

now THIS one i had to chew on for a while because the only canon interaction they have is Kimball witnessing his "as long as I'm alive you're all as good as dead!" speech and shooting him in the chest. 🥴

but. in a world where he's captured instead maybe. Kimball won't let him at the freelancers and he's pissed. the freelancers killed the only people that ever gave a fuck about him, so the only thing left to keep him warm is revenge. Kimball knows a thing or two about having someone kill your entire family callously without losing a wink of sleep over it. She's a lot of tough love because she has to be as a leader, as a source of courage and a beacon of hope for her troops to look towards. But that might actually work on him. She might be able to convince him that you have to keep moving forward regardless, and tearing through innocents on your way to extract a personal revenge doesn't make you any better than the people who wronged you in the first place.

He'd resist at first, refuse to listen, tell her to fuck off, because what does he have left to hold if not for that last ember of vengeance? But he was put off balance when Carolina first apologized to him. Kimball's talked to him a few times. He's got a conscience in there even if he doesn't want it and the worst part is she's right. She's right and he hates it and the more he thinks about all the kids he killed on this side for the mercs the sicker he feels, and finally decides he'll fight for them, give up intel on the mercs and take the fight right back to the guys who brought him here in the first place.

I think to be anything romantic it'd take a very very long road of shark redemption first and probably a lot of awkward "we can't possibly, she's the president of the whole planet and I'm some asshole Merc that turned sides to fight for them/i can't possibly impose, i can't ask someone out bc they'll feel obligated bc I'm the president argh power dynamic" and he's probably aiding rebuilding efforts after and maybe Kimball feels compelled to check in with him occasionally and there's a fondness there that grows slowly and maybe he finally cracks a joke and it takes her by surprise and he's never heard her laugh like that before and uh oh that did it, the dam has broken and he'll take her out on lunch dates to make sure she does take a break sometimes, and after spending so long having to worry about looking after everyone else is nice to have someone who looks after her too, and aaaa ok good job thanks you made me ship it /o\ ...jerk (affectionate)

also i was gonna like proofread this but I've been working on this for a couple hours on and off now and I'm tired so while this was VERY FUN THANK YOU i am too tired for proofreading so hopefully it's legible

#rvb sharkface #ask games #inbox games #blorbo tag #sir that's my emotional support shark #sharcus #sharklix #sharklina #sharkprice #fuck it we sharkball #i wrote that tag initially as a joke bc sharkball but honestly!!!! i talked myself into shipping it #so #fuck it we sharkball!!!!!#this is super fucking long but scroll to the end if you just want to know about sharkball

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maranull · 2 years

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A closeted transgender woman's rant about a country no one gives a shit about but I'm really stressed and I need to get it out somewhere:

Greece has trans policies including Hate Crime and Hate Speech laws and a law in order to protect gender expression, among other things.

Anyway, so here's an article (in Greek) about how they burned a trans woman's house in Patra. In which she says that she was assaulted, robed, hunted down, stabbed in the leg and hand...

Ένα βράδυ, ξύπνησα γιατί ένιωσα κάτι στο λαιμό μου. Άνοιξα τα μάτια μου και αντίκρυσα κάποιον άγνωστο που κράταγε μαχαίρι. Φοβήθηκα ότι θα με σκοτώσει.

The above line translates to:

One night, I woke up because I felt something on my neck. I opened my eyes and I saw a stranger holding a knife. I was afraid he would kill me.

All that on different occasions and also last month her house was set on fire and while she managed to douse the flames, the house is inhabitable and she's now homeless.

Βλέποντας το σπίτι της να καίγεται, κάλεσε την αστυνομία, ξέροντας ωστόσο, όπως λέει, ότι κανείς δεν πρόκειται να τη βοηθήσει. «Τους τηλεφώνησα και μου είπαν ότι θα στείλουν δύο περιπολικά. Ακόμη τα περιμένω…». Σύμφωνα με την ίδια, «οι αστυνομικοί μόλις ακούν το όνομά μου, με χλευάζουν. Δε μου δίνουν σημασία»

Translation:

Seeing her house burning, she called the police despite knowing, as she says, that no one was going to help her. "I called and they said they'd sent two police cars. I'm still waiting for them." According to her, "when the police hear my name, they mock me. They don't pay me attention."

And I'm sharing all this in case people really think that policies and laws make any real difference when the society itself doesn't agree. Greece has a decent amount of protective laws. None of them are fucking enforced.

Zak's (Jackie Oh) murder was not only caught on camera, but cops were literally watching the killers curb-stomp him and fucking handcuffed him. Originally there was not even going to be a trial for murder.

If you don't have a support system or enough money to be living in the more rich (and therefor quieter) neighborhoods you will end up on the sidewalk selling your body whether you like it or not.

Also, June basically paints a target on people here. We're celebrating, when we should be fucking rioting. But nah, peaceful protests work so fucking well, don't they?

Just... LGBTQ+ issues in Greece are not about laws and policies, EU has forced the governments to give us some of that.

It's about changing a overly religious and extremely toxic masculine system out off one of the most selfish bastard peoples in the Balkans.

The Greek slogan is Country, Religion, Family for fucks sake. Serve a country that fucks you daily, serve a religious system that can't be further off what their god's prophet was preaching, and in turn follow a family that serves that religion's idea of a family.

Gods, I know shit's fucked everywhere but I'm here right now and if I could burn it all to ashes I fucking would.

The pro-LGBTQ+ organization I volunteer for has meetings about fucking pronouns and I'm like, are you both deaf and blind??? The majority of Greek society wants us to not FUCKING EXIST and you are talking about neo-pronouns and gendered language?

IN FUCKING GREECE?!!?!?!?

YES, PRONOUNS AND ALL ARE IMPORTANT BUT ARE WE SKIPPING THE PART WHERE WE STOP THEM FROM ASSAULTING AND FUCKING KILLING US!?? HELLO??!?!!? ARE YOU PEOPLE INSANE?

This rant was brought to you by me looking to at least start T-blockers while in the closet and I'm feeling like a volcano.

My dysphoria is getting more and more prominent and I'm so fucking scared that I'll be forced to start transitioning while living in this hellhole.

And, with respect to sex workers, I don't wanna be forced into that profession. And when I say I want to live in the street, I mean in a fucking van with amenities build in, not on piss-stained sidewalks.

I'm so fucking close to loosing it

#greece #lgbtq #transgender #personal #rant #you can block the tag 'personal' or 'greece' if you don't wanna see these posts #but also this is my main blog and i'll break down as much as i want on it

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eulangelo · 3 years

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callout for @genderfluidlucifer

google docs

tw for transmisogyny + TERFs + emotional manipulation

Transmisogyny

Lucifer is a huge transmisogynist who will complain 24/7 about how TERFs hurt the ace community, but the moment @randomclustermissile , a trans girl (who is not an exclusionist at all) tries to point out transmisogyny in inclusionist circles (in the most vague and general way possible, without pointing fingers nor calling anyone names) Lucifer will immediatly jump to block her and so they did with me (another inclusionist) and i have to suppose to everyone else who agreed with that post, even arriving to vagueing about us in private group chats to suggest that we were “sympathizing with exclusionists”. all because we dared point out transmisogyny in inclusionist circles. lucifer is TME but apparently they think they’re the authority on TERFs and their talking points but actual trans women are not, according to them, since this is the stuff that they would go and spew to other people. (screenshots from @enbyoctoling)

here’s more examples of Lucifer (again, a transmasc person) going deep in detail about how according to them, TERFs/SWERFs hate aro/ace people and are an active threat to us

1. link

[Image ID: Three screenshots of a post by Genderfluidlucifer. The first screenshot is of a paragraph that reads, "Hey. So I can actually answer this. Anon your commentary about how you thought terfs would approve of sex repulsed aces is sort of it. Except...not. Basically terfs hate ace people for not wanting sex in the approved by terfs way. Terfs are actually extremely interested in [forcing] amatonormativity onto everyone. Because for as sex negative as terfs are...they don't want to actually acknowledge or change the fact that amatonormativity is at the root cause of rape culture and misogyny."

The second screenshot is a zoomed in section of the post that reads, "So yeah no I have NO idea where exclus allies are getting this idea from that terfs would even remotely care about the sexual rights of ace people. Terfs generally hate any sexualities in the LGBTQ+ acronym that aren't LGB because they can't force a gender binary onto those sexualities. At least, not as easily. That's why it's actually a massive sign of someone who doesn't call themselves a terf being a crypto terf if they use the term LGB in a positive manner. Along with the term SGA, as it is deliberately exclusive of nonbinary and not inherently SGA centric queer-aligned sexualities. /END ID]

link to the full post, these are just excerpts but the whole thing is just a very long rant about how TERFs hate ace people and so on (i think it’s worth noticing that although the actual post is kinda long, trans women are never once brought op in a conversation about TERFs issues and the only time transmisogyny is mentioned is not relevant to the conversation)

2. link

[Image ID: A screenshot of a reblog by genderfluidlucifer. The original poster is nothorses. It reads, "Because apparently I have to say it: Testosterone is not a 'violent' hormone. It doesn't make you 'more aggressive' or a worse person, it doesn't make you 'dangerous,' or 'toxic.' Transmascs do not need to be 'warned of the dangers of T.' We do not need to spend our transitions terrified that we're going to become a danger to those around us - that HRT is going to turn us into a monster.

Everyone experiences mood swings during hormonal shifts (pregnancy, menstruation, menopause, estrogen HRT, etc.) and while you might have grumpy moments or feel anger/frustration that you need to learn to handle differently, that doesn't make you a bad person.

Testosterone can change the way you access/process emotions somewhat, but if you're already thoughtful about how you handle your feelings and treat others, you're going to be fine. It's normal to lash out on occasion, by accident, then apologize and work to do better. It doesn't make you a bad person. Everyone on HRT is prone to this, and everyone experiencing hormonal changes is prone to this.

Getting HRT should be positive and affirming; you should not have to spend your entire transition terrified of becoming a monster."

The post then has a reblog by captainlordauditor that reads, "The big danger of T is that needle ouchy." /END ID]

here’s them reblogging from known transmisogynist user @nothorses (once again, the irony that a post about how testosterone is seen as the "aggressive hormone" does not mention transfem at all which are literally the main victims of this rethoric in the first place)

3. link (1), link (2)

[Image ID: Two screenshots of posts by genderfluidlucifer. The first screenshot reads, "Queer exclus: We're not repackaging terf rhetoric! Saying that is transmisogynistic! Also queer exclus: Remove the plus from LGBT!" and has tags that say, "I will pay these people to grow some god damn self awareness. Imagine being this dense. Queer discourse." The post has 15 notes.

The second screenshot reads, "Honestly it is so stupid and frustrating to see ace exclus continue to deny that the ace discourse was started by terfs. Proof was given countless times. And a big name terf like galesofnovember even admitted to starting it. Those of you who demand proof but ignore all of this never wanted proof to begin with." and is tagged with, "ace discourse. The post has 38 notes. /END ID]

heres another two post of theirs conflating TERFs with ace exclusionism

4. link

[Image ID: A screenshot of a reblogged post by furbearingbrick. The original poster is boxlizard, Lucifer's old account. The original post reads, "By the way for people still in denial about it, here's galesofnovember, a terf, admitting that she intended to start the ace exclus movement. She's taking credit for it. Normally if the victims of this behavior weren't ace/aro or other queer identities y'all be ready to rightfully lynch her. But since it's us, y'all just still wanna stamp your feet and go, 'Nuh uh!' instead of acknowledging facts." The part that says, "admitting that she intended to start the ace exclus movement" is a link to a galesofnovember post.

There is then a reblogged addition from furbearing brick that reads, "archived versions of the receipts" and has two links to the webarchive. The tags read, "Bringing this back since it's apparently still relevant. Terfism mention. Aphobia mention. Queerphobia mention. Blocklist." and has 1,455 notes. /END ID]

this is their post that ive already talked about but basically they found a 52 notes post made by a TERF in 2012 and this one person said "i dont know why i dont get to be the princess of the anti-ace-brigade" and apparently they are convinced that this means TERFs started the ace exclusionism movement and that this is one of their goals. which is insane when TERFs in real life only care about making life miserable for transfem people first and foremost.

5.link

[Image ID: A screenshot of a reblog by genderfluidlucifer. The original poster is yu-gay-fudo. It reads, “Just in case you happen to be unaware, some of the “radfem lite” they post to warm you up to their rhetoric, just off the top of my head:

- Ace/aro exclusionism

- Bi exclusionism or claims that bi people are “less queer” bc of “straight passive privilege”

- Saying you have to be dysphoric to identify as transInvalidating nonbinary people

- Calling queer a slur regardless of context, saying people can’t identify as queer, and saying that it can’t be reclaimed

- “Mogai hell”, “kweer”, or otherwise mocking less common labels and claiming they are “just cishets who want to feel special”

- Excluding sex workers from feminist discussions or claiming that sex work is inherently evil

- Basically anyone who thinks they can determine what other people identify as”. The tags read, "queerphobia tw. twerfs tw. no id." and has 70,727 notes. It was reblogged on March 22nd, 2021 /END ID]

another example of conflating radfems to things that, while wrong, have little to nothing to do with them because being a radfem, again, is something very specific that has all to do with transfem oppression.

Emotional manipulation

Lucifer has done nothing but block, break boundaries, spread lies and vague about people, some of which were even mutuals with them knowing they would see the posts. when confronted about it Lucifer's only answer was "just say you hate me and block me" but they actually ended up blocking everyone first, making it impossible for anyone to set some boundaries with them or even just to calmly confront them about anything.

[proof: Io(popncourse) and Lucifer had a disagreement in a shared discord server, which prompted Lucifer to vague Io in a vent post. Io confronted them, as being vagued is one of buns triggers, to which Lucifer initially agreed to delete the vent post, but then proceeded to victimize themself and immediatly blocked Io. later on, Jude(malewifedeckard) was confronted by Lucifer, then after Jude told them “I’m worried that you’ll vague me just like you did with Io” they proceeded to block Jude and vagued about him too. when Io made a post (which was not a callout, it was just bun setting buns boundaries) explaining what Lucifer did, Lucifer immediatly jumped to victimize themself, acting like they were being called out and straight-up lying, even going so far as to say that no one tried to hear them out, which is a blatant lie if you consider the aforementioned Io and Jude’s attempts at doing so, with Lucifer immediatly blocking and cutting ties with the both of them. ]

(screenshots taken by @popncourse and @malewifedeckard)

as seen in the proof above Lucifer’s behaviour is not ok because they don’t accept any kind of confrontation and immediatly jump to blocking, and after blocking, they'd immediatly go and vague about the people who confronted them pacificly, spreading more lies and painting themself as the victim and even arriving to say “no one hears me out at all” which is simply not something you can say when you block people who are trying to hear you out in the first place.

this is by no means an invitation to go and harass them, send them hate or anything like that. i absolutely don’t want anything even remotely hateful or negative to be sent their way after this post.

this post was only made because:

1. as an ace person who fully supports the inclusion of aspec identities in the lgbt+ community i don’t want to support an enviroment that costantly downplays transmisogynistic oppression in order to be taken seriously. there are hundreds of ways to make aspec activism without acting like we(as in TME aspecs)are the victims of a system that seeks for the annihilation of transfemenine people in real life everyday. i especially don’t want to support TME individuals who act transfem-friendly but then block any transfem who tries to speak on transmisogyny without a second thought.

2. Lucifer’s behaviour has hurt two friends of mine and i don’t want to associate with someone who actively breaks people’s boundaries without taking accountability when messing up.

3. i cannot associate with someone who spreads lies about me accusing me of sympathizing with exclusionists all while having me blocked so that i can’t see it nor defend me. they complain about people not hearing them out but they’re the very first person who does not try to hear people out, and instead jumps to spread baseless rumors. this is not someone i can nor want to associate with.

(image descriptions provided by @malewifedeckard)

#genderfluidlucifer #transmisogyny tw #terfs tw #ask to tag #txt #long post #ok to rb

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