#the only thing it demonstrates to me is that you are completely unable to think of anything else to entertain yourself

[beomiracles]

can you do a taehyun fic where things get a little spicy in the gym whilst the reader and taehyun are working out together? loving the 500 bash posts! 🤍

500 BASH SPECIAL

#serene adds ✎... ouuuu this one I liked hehe, gym taehyun is my beginning, end and everything in-between. ( •◡-)-♡ not proofread, sue me maybe

wc -> 1.5k

pairings gym bf!taehyun x afab!reader warnings themes of jealousy, car sex, unprotected, a pinch of choking, kinda meandom!taehyun I think

Due to your boyfriend’s very persistent nagging you had finally joined him during one of his gym sessions today. While you loved seeing him flex his muscles, which he more than often flaunted by picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder, the thought of actually going to the gym yourself…It wasn’t exactly a tempting thought. But as soon as you stepped through the glass doors, your eyes widened as they took in the twenty something shirtless men, muscles on full display as they worked out. 

“I see why you go here”, you muse as you openly take in the scenery before you. Taehyun scoffs as he grabs your forearm, yanking you along as you stumble after him. “What? I’m only stating the fact that..” — “The fact that you’re here with me, and only me.” He finishes for you as he sets your water bottles down by the treadmills. Smiling, you roll your eyes as you press a quick kiss to his lips. 

You knew little to nothing about the different machines and equipment available. To be honest you thought it was a little unnecessary to surround yourself amongst so much advanced stuff when you could just go for a run. But your boyfriend was eager to show you around and you couldn’t deny the fact that it was kind of nice to watch him demonstrate machine after machine. 

“Did you get it?” Taehyun asks as he throws a glance over his shoulder. Your gaze snaps from his broad shoulders and over to his questioning gaze as you nod, “yup!” — Seemingly unconvinced, he gets up as he lets you have a seat instead. “Why do I have to do it too? Wasn’t the treadmill enough?” You complained as you sat down. 

Taehyun shakes his head as he moves over to adjust the weights to accommodate for your level. “Hey! Hey! Don’t do me like that, I can take at least 80 kg”, you scoff as you watch the numbers drop at a rapid pace. Your boyfriend smirks, “and be unable to walk for another week? Hardly.” — You snort as you fold your arms across your chest, “wouldn’t be the first time”, you mutter and Taehyun’s jaw clenches as he gives you a quick glance. “We’re here to work out, remember.” You sigh, “yes unfortunately we are.” 

“Alright, put your feet here”, he instructs as he helps you get into position. “No, not like that”, he groans as his hands wrap around your calves, moving them slightly upward. His hands remained on your body as you began pushing your legs forward, beads of sweat forming on your forehead as you huffed out a breath. “Do two more”, he says as he watches the way your legs tense before relaxing again. 

“Coach, do you get this touchy with all your students?” You giggle as your boyfriend frowns, though his grip on you didn’t falter. “Why, you think you’re so funny”, he mutters as his fingers brush a strand of hair from your face. “Hilarious”, you retort as you give him a teasing wink.  

After trying about half the machines the gym had to offer, both your legs and arms were aching and you flopped down on the nearest bench. Taehyun had gone to refill your water bottles with the promise that he would be back soon. Breathing out a small sigh, you rest your face in the palm of your hands. You cringed at the way sweat clung to your body and wondered how on earth your boyfriend could do this on the daily. 

“Hey, I saw you on the crosstrainer earlier, it looked really good!” 

Your head jerks up at the sudden friendly voice of a man, a man you did not recognize. Blinking up at him dumbfoundedly you give him a small nod, “uh thanks.” You knew his compliment to be a complete lie, Taehyun had scolded you at least four times because you did it wrong. Did this guy not notice him, or was he just a complete idiot? 

“If you ever need a hand with anything I’d be happy to help you out.” He offers as he flashes you a smile. You refused a grimace at the sight and your gaze flickered across his quite uncanny expression. “Yeah uh…” You begin but fail to get another word out as someone interrupts you. 

“She’s fine.” Taehyun’s voice sounds beyond strained as he steps between you and the strange guy, still gripping both of your bottles tightly in his hands. The man clears his throat as his gaze reluctantly shifts from you and over to your boyfriend. “O-Oh sorry I wasn’t talking to you..” — “But I am”, Taehyun says as he takes a step forward. “And I just said she was fine, your help isn’t wanted.” 

The guy frowns before muttering out a quiet whatever as he walks off. Your boyfriend turns back toward you with a small scowl on his face as he hands you your water bottle. “Thanks”, you mumble as you take it from him, twisting the lid open as you distract yourself by taking a few gulps. 

“I leave for three minutes and they’re on you like dogs in heat”, he states as his gaze follows the man with distaste. You roll your eyes as you get up from the bench, “well thank goodness I have such a strong and handsome boyfriend, hm?” — Your eyes travel across the room, eyeing the machines you had yet to try. “So what’s next?” You wonder, confused when your boyfriend suddenly grabs your arm as he pulls you toward the exit. “Home.” He simply states. 

You never made it home. In fact you barely made it to the car before Taehyun pinned you down against the leather seats; his hands roaming your sweaty body as he eyed you hungrily. Teeth clashing together as he pries your mouth open with his lips, slipping his tongue inside and you moan against him. 

His kisses were nothing like his usual ones, the tentative and tender ones, the ones filled with love and passion. This was far more lewd and coarse, and his fingers wasted no time in tugging your gym shorts down before tracing the lining of your panties. — “So full of shit”, he mumbles as his lips move along your neck and down your collarbone, sucking harsh marks to your already sticky skin. 

Your eyes roll back in your head as his hand slips inside the fabric of your wet panties. In all honesty you’d been craving him since the second he stepped out in his gym clothes that morning, this, this was merely a bonus. — “Has anyone ever told you that, mhhnn, you’re like, really hot when you’re jealous.” 

Your boyfriend chuckles against your skin, his warm breath threatening to set your body on fire. “A few times”, he muses and you frown, your fingers digging into his hair as you pull his face from your chest. “By who?” You question and your boyfriend smirks, “exactly.” 

“Fuck you”, you mutter though unable to resist the small smile that tugs at the corner of your lips. Your boyfriend presses his lips against yours as he exhales into your mouth, “was hoping you’d let me do that”, he murmurs and you grin, “thought you’d never ask.” 

Only when he realizes that neither of you brought a condom does he hesitate, hovering above you he bites his lip as the tip of his cock prods at your cunt. “It’s fine”, you assure him as you remind him that you were on the pill, but he still didn’t seem convinced. — With an exasperated sigh you lean back against the leather as you gazed up at the roof of the car. “Fine, I’ll just go and ask that guy from earlier”, you shrug, watching with a smug smirk as your boyfriend’s hesitant expression morphs into a scowl. 

With one harsh thrust he buries himself inside of you and you let out a startled moan at the sudden intrusion. “What was that?” He sneers as he almost immediately starts moving, setting a quick and rough pace. You blink up at him as your lips part in a reply, though interrupted by a small whine as Taehyun’s thumb presses against your clit. “F-fuck”, you gasp as your hands grip onto his shoulders. 

“Bet you would love that, wouldn’t you?” He taunts as his free hand moves to wrap around your throat, squeezing it gently but not enough to labor your breathing. Meekly, you shake your head as you writher beneath him but your boyfriend only smirks, “no?” — “He couldn’t fuck you half as good”, he groans and you feverishly nod. 

“You were all talk just a moment ago, something wrong?” He drawls as the grip on your neck grows firmer, the adrenaline pumping through your body felt euphoric. “Mhhn, f-fuck Taehyun I’m…” you stammer, your voice hoarse as you feel your orgasm approaching. — Taehyun’s thumb on your clit picks up its pace as he slams his hips against yours, his cock twitching inside of you and you moan. 

“That’s right”, he grunts, “you cum on my cock, not his.” His lewd words were enough to make you see stars as you clenched around him; whimpering as your climax washed over you. The grip on your neck loosens as Taehyun leans down to press a tender kiss against your lips, fucking you through your orgasm. 

Perhaps you would start going to the gym more often.

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[princessbrunette]

kinktober : oct 28th

miguel o’hara x use of the safe word

it was something he never wanted to happen. he’d been so careful beforehand.

he should have known, from the strained pitch in your voice, and the way your spine tensed. this is why i fucking — this is why i shouldn’t be taking you from behind, i can’t watch your face, can’t keep an eye on you. what was i thinking? would run through his head shortly after the word burst from your swollen lips, fighting to keep your cheek off the mattress. he froze completely.

“pink!” you cry, like a real desperate cry — like you’d been wanting him to realise by himself that you were too sensitive, too sore to continue. that’s what really got him, the fact that he should know. he knows you well enough, he should know your limits. he couldn’t believe his lack of restraint, that no amount of spidey-sense could have saved the moment when he was buried in your sweet, tight cunt.

he draws out of you slowly, catching his breath. “i’m… i’m sorry.” he speaks solemnly. watching the way you curl onto your side, legs trembling. “what do you need, love? can you talk to me?” his voice is as kind and soft as he can get it, itching to reach out and place his hand on your back like he usually would when he’d comfort you.

a muffled, small voice comes from you a moment later. “just need you here.” you don’t look at him, but instead reach out for him and he sighs in relief, happy you didn’t want him to leave you alone. he would have obliged of course, but felt worse about it all. he can make it up to you now.

“yeah.” he agrees in response, quickly — and you can hear the relief in his voice. as easily as lifting a cushion or a blanket, miguel lifts you and pulls you onto his lap where he’s sat on the bed, cradling you close to his strong bare chest, letting you ground yourself with the familiarity of it. when you look up at him, he’s looking down at you already— a line between his eyebrows from his frown. you sniffle, bursting into tears. “hey.” he coo’s eyebrows raising up transferring the line horizontally across his forehead. “no más lágrimas, mamacita.” he shushes with a gentle sigh, upset with himself. “you’re safe here.”

“i know i just—” you sniff, violently wiping at your eyes with shaky, limp wrists. “i feel bad. tried to hold out f’you and be good. wanted you to carry on feeling good cos’ i know you were really into it and i ruined—”

“nononono—” miguel cuts you off, pulling your hands from your face and cupping it, holding it still. “sweetheart, you must never do that, okay? could hurt yourself. i’m only enjoying myself if you’re enjoying yourself. that’s how this works.” he’s stern, but for once careful of his tone as to not disturb you further in such a vulnerable state. he shifts you a little where you sit on his leg, being wary of accidentally stimulating or irritating your sore private area. "¿entiendes?" he wipes your tears.

“mhm.”

“well done, sweet girl.” he strokes the back of your head, pulling you back into his chest. in a quieter voice, the first inkling of fear you’ve ever seen miguel demonstrate, he speaks again. “are you hurting?”

“just sensitive.” you reassure honestly, nuzzling your cheek against his warm skin. you feel him deflate in relief slightly. after a quiet minute of him holding you, he speaks — and yet it somehow feels like it’s directed more at himself, like he’s thinking out loud.

“when i’m taking you… especially like that… i forget that i’m so…” you hear him run a hand over his 5 o’clock shadow.

“big?” you suggest honestly, walking fingers along his chest. you feel him shrug modestly.

“i suppose that’s an adequate description.” he goes all formal like he usually does when feeling confronted or nervous. you weakly giggle, looking up at him through lashes and he looks down at you, unable to wipe the worried and embarrassed expression off his face in time.

“it’s not a bad thing, mig. not at all.”

“i hurt you.”

“you didn’t. i’d just had enough.” you stare up determinedly and he backs down, pressing his lips together and staring off into the distance. when you continue to watch him he softens a little more, running a thumb over your cheek again.

“mi chica.” he whispers and you kiss his palm. “i’ll be better.”

he doesn’t need to be.

[ms-too-delusional]

“You deserve to be treated with love and respect, always”

Roomate!Han x reader

Warnings: cheating, mentioning of slight smut (MDNI), panic attack

Wc: 1.1k

English is not my native language, so if you spot any mistakes, feel free to contact me. 

My body was still shaking slightly as I make my way over to Jisungs bedroom door. I could not quiet process what happened a few minutes ago. It felt like the ground was being torn away from under my feet, when I called my boyfriend – now ex-boyfriend- and some random woman picked up the phone, giggling and moaning slightly into my ear.

I softly knock on Jisungs door, tears still streaming down my face. “Come in” was heard from inside. Jisung is sitting on his bed, watching some anime as I step inside his room. “You need to watch this one, it’s amaz…Hey, what’s wrong?” his face instantly changes from happy to worried as soon as he looks at me. He quickly makes his way over to me, studying me with a concerned expression. We walk over to his bed so I can sit down, while Jisung kneels in front of me. He gently takes my hands into his, trying to calm me down. “H-he...” I try to say, but a sob escapes my mouth before I can even say a word. I don’t want to say it out loud. It would be real then, right? Panic starts to build up in my body and I feel my chest tightens. Pictures of my boyfriend and this woman shoot up in my head, imagining all the things they could have possibly been doing when I called. Did he really throw away our two-year relationship for some other woman? My mind keeps racing over the same thoughts again and again, making me completely forget about Jisung kneeling in front of me, until he succeeds to pull me out of my thoughts. “Shh, shh, take deep breaths.” Jisung soothes, his eyes filled with concern. He gently starts to stroke over the back of my hand with his thumb, trying desperately to comfort me. I try to take deep breaths, but I can’t. My body was shaking, and my vision starts to get blurry again from tears. “Look at me” he gently grabs my chin to force me to focus only on him. “That’s it. Focus on me” he says softly “you need to slow down your breathing. In through your nose, out through your mouth.” He demonstrates slowly, trying to guide me through it, trying his best not to freak out himself. As he realizes that it does not seem to help, he quickly sits down on the floor and pulls me on to his lap in a swift motion. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he pulls me close. With my head now on his chest, I can clearly listen to his heartbeat and steady breathing. I try to sync with him again and this time my breathing slowly starts to calm down. “That’s it” Jisung murmurs, his heart thumping in his chest as he holds me close. He tightens his arms around me, his fingers tracing circles on my back as he tries to soothe me fully. “Take all the time you need.”

His soft stroking on my back and his heartbeat grounds me and my breathing is starting to be normal again, small sobs are still coming from my mouth, but I finally have enough air and strength to speak. “He cheated on me” I whisper, so quiet, Jisung could hardly hear it. “Oh, I’m so sorry” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. He tightens his hold on me even more, trying to offer what comfort he can. “You don’t deserve that.” I cling on to his body with all the strength I have left in my body. Jisung shifts slightly, lifting me more on to his lap. “Do you think it’s my fault?” I ask hesitantly. “No, definitely not. He is the one who cheated. You didn’t do anything wrong. You deserve to be treated with love and respect, always” His voice was filled with so much emotion, which makes my heartbeat fasten. I stare him into his eyes, unable to answer anything. Only then I fully realize how close we are. Our bodies were pressed together, and I can feel his warmth radiating off him. Jisung tenderly moves his hand to brush a strand of hair away from my cheek. “You know,” he says softly, “if you ever need someone to talk to or just be there for you, I’m here. You’re not alone.” His voice is low and soothing, and I swear I can feel his heart pounding in his chest. My skin tingles as he brushes away my hair. “Thank you” I mumble, our faces just inches apart by now. I feel Jisung leaning in closer, our lips almost touching, only for us to be jolting apart because of Jisungs phone ringing. He quietly curses under his breath before he looks down on his phone. “I’m really sorry, but I need to take this.” He stands up and leaves the room. I nervously start to play with the hem of my shirt. Did we really almost kiss? My whole body is tingling, when I think about how close we were.

My thoughts are interrupted my Jisung reentering the room. "Sorry again” he says, smiling shyly as he walks back over to me. “So, uh “he starts as he sits back down next to me “that happened. And I just want you to know that I really care about you, and…”. Before he can even finish his sentence, a wave of confidence washes over me and I quickly lean forward, pressing my lips on to his. I quickly realize he is not responding to my kiss, and I immediately disconnect our lips. “I-I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me” I stutter as I look at the floor, to embarrassed to look him into his eyes. Jisung looks at me, gently grabbing my chin, forcing me to look at him, too. His eyes are filled with surprise but also something I can’t quite identify. “It’s okay. I actually liked it.” He leans in closer, brushing his lips against mine before once more reconnecting our lips in a gentle kiss. It feels like fireworks are exploding in my body as our lips move in perfect sync with each other. I swiftly wrap my hands around his neck to pull him even close, while his hands find place on my waist. The kiss just feels magical, like something that was meant to happen. I gently start to play with his hair in his nape, pulling at it softly. Jisung groans into the kiss, pulling me even closer to him by my hips. We break the kiss after some time, both needing to catch our breath. Jisung leans his forehead against mine, looking me deeply into the eyes. “Wow…” I mumble against his lips. A big smile is plastered on his lips as he nods agreeing. We sit on the floor for a while, just looking at each other and exchanging kisses here and there. I don’t know how I could be so stupid all this time along. The perfect boy was always right before my eyes.

[darklinaforever]

Girl, you are so insanely misogynistic, when a woman is married to a violent and abusive man, she’s completely allowed and justified in cheating on him.

You can support creeps, stalkers, rapists and pedos but draw the line at cheating, lmao.

Literally, Daemon in F&B never abused Rhaenyra emotionally and physically.

The choking scene in 1x10 is completely OCC.

But you buy it anyway because it justifies your hatred of Daemon. Once again, you'll buy whatever hatred against Daemon the show gives and you'll be happy.

Then, like I said not only is the 1x10 scene is OCC but it also demonstrates the terrifying habit of the screenwriters to amplify the violence suffered by women in the GRRM universe without any good script-valid reason, in addition to adding scenes of various abuse and variety non-existent in the basic source material, all for pure shock value on the viewer.

This aspect is criticized as much as the fact that Daemon having strangled Rhaenyra makes no sense with the first 8 episodes of HOTD in relation to the Daemyra relationship, in addition to the fact that it never existed in Fire and Blood, so the source material from which this show is taken.

We are filled with the fact that Daemon strangling Rhaenyra makes no sense with his character and the Daemyra relationship, therefore being OCC in HOTD, and not being present in the source material either. So a pure free invention for the shock of the screenwriters who adds non-existent violence compared to the source material and consequently the empires to stimulate the shock of the viewer.

At no time do we justify Daemon's behavior. On the contrary. But you are unable to understand that.

How the hell does pointing out these crucial things make me a misogynist ? On the contrary, it is HOTD's treatment of female characters that is misogynistic.

I didn't know that it was feminist to add gratuitous violence towards female characters, so you teach me something...

Then, if we are all so against Rhaenyra cheating on Daemon, it has nothing to do with the fact that she is a woman, but simply because once again it does not exist in the source material. And no, Daemon cheating on Rhaenyra in F&B has never been proven and we are just as against Daemon cheating on Rhaenyra.

The strangling scene Daemyra, and the kiss scene between Rhaenyra & Mysaria are just as OCC as each other. We criticize both. Neither should have happened. It's not complicated to understand.

On the other hand, when did I support stalkers, worse rapists ?! (While I literally made a recent post again to take down characters who commit rape...) You have so little argument that you have to lie to be able to send me a request ? You're pitiful. The same thing about pedophiles. When did I support up with pedophiles ? Unless you're trying to say that Daemon is a pedophile and... you're still wrong.

Oops.

Oh and if it's because of my ships such as Sessrin, Sareth or Sebaciel, my god, I have already explained from what angle I ship Sebaciel and that this relationship or Sareth and Sessrin does not were not pedophile ships :

Oh and in case someone tells me the stupidity about Daemon being a groomer again :

Have a good day, you who complete yourself in your stupidity and your wickedness.

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Baby Kal El AU

Lena and Kara are married. They do things married folks do. Like sex.

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Lena twists her wrists experimentally. Kara had come to her not long after dropping Kal off with Alex, Lena’s favorite rope looped in her hands. It’s been a long time since they’ve had time to do this. Months, maybe longer. Life gets busy with a ten year old. 

Unable to help the smile that grew to match Kara’s suggestive grin, Lena had put her book aside and slipped her hands through the loops of rope, clasping Kara’s hands as she allowed herself to be drawn to their bedroom. 

Now here she is, wrists bound to the headboard and completely naked. The mirror over their bed had been a splurge– a small secret normally hidden by a swath of fabric artfully draped below it. Kara had uncovered it as soon as Lena’s wrists had been satisfactorily restrained, allowing Lena to see every tantalizing inch of her bare skin as Kara removed Lena’s robe.

As Lena studies her nude form in the mirror above, she nearly misses Kara’s approach until the bed dips around her. Kara looms over her, eclipsing her view of the mirror with a knowing grin. 

“Enjoying the view?”

Lena lifts her head from the pillow to press a kiss to her wife’s lips. “You know I do.” Lena smirks against Kara’s mouth. “Untie me, and I’ll show you how much.”

It’s a game they like to play– Lena tries to talk her way out of her bonds, only to be all too happy when Kara resists. 

“I don’t think so,” Kara returns in a low voice. Settling her slightly onto her hips, she frees her arms of her weight to run her hands down Lena’s forearms until their palms meet and she laces her fingers through Lena’s. “Wouldn’t want you to bump anything, would we?”

The reminder of the bandage on her cheek makes Lena’s lips twist a little bit. It’s still relatively fresh, both the wound and their attempts to navigate a new way through Kal’s powers. But Kara’s tender kiss against the bandage protecting the burn saves the mood.

“I know normally you like it rough,” Kara continues. “But I don’t want to do that tonight.”

She holds Lena’s gaze, her blue eyes almost smoldering with desire. 

“Tonight, I want to show you just how careful I can be.”

And oh, does Kara show her. With fingers, tongue and toys Kara shows her, taking Lena to the brink of orgasm with gentle ministrations, only to back off just before Lena hits the point of no return. It’s not frustrating, at first, but tantalizing. Lena feels every minute movement against her, practically miniscule… Because Kara is right– Lena likes it rough. Even without the games they like to play, Lena needs pressure and sharp motions that will bring her to climax as quickly as possible.

Tonight, Kara has all the time in the world. 

So Lena languishes, lavished with refined attention. Lena’s temperature lifts by degrees, but after hours pass with no relief, those degrees add up until Lena is flushed and beginning to sweat. Her breath quickens as Kara breathes a sigh of icy mist across her clit– Lena’s vagina tightens on Kara’s two fingers inside her, searching still for that elusive plunge over the edge. But in the next moment Kara’s warm tongue laves over her chilled clit, easing the sensation from sharp to smooth, languid. 

“Goddammit, Kara,” Lena hisses. 

“Would you like me to stop?” Kara asks innocently from between her legs. 

Lena glares at the back of her wife’s head in the mirror overhead. “If you stop I’m divorcing you.”

When Kara breaks out the strap-on, Lena almost cries with relief. Surely, she thinks, this means she’ll get past that invisible line Kara has been dancing on all night. But when Kara slides the head just inside, she pauses, waiting for Lena to settle. Only then does she gently thrust her hips forward, sliding the full length inside Lena seemingly inch by inch.

Rationally, Lena understands the demonstration for what it is. Every ounce of Kara’s fine motor control has been on fine display tonight with every touch. But while Kara thinks Lena needs this, Lena knows better. 

She’s never once worried about Kara’s control. She still doesn’t.

But Kara does. 

It’s Kara who needs this.

“Jesus fuck!, Kara!” Lena huffs as Kara withdraws just shy of bottoming out.

Kara only smiles, reaching up to tuck a strand of sweat-slick hair behind Lena’s ear. “You’ve been such a good girl,” she croons. Lena moans, almost ashamed of the thready gasp of need at the end. “You’ve been trying so hard… do you think you’re ready?”

“Kara, if you don’t– nngh!” Lena’s voice breaks into a keen as Kara presses her fingers hard against Lena’s clit at the exact moment she thrusts her hips sharply into Lena’s. 

Lena orgasms immediately. After so long on the razor’s edge it floods her hot and bright, ears roaring until all she can hear is her own breathless grunting as her walls clench hard around the shaft inside her. Just as she starts to come down, Kara thrusts again, repeating the same press against Lena’s clit, which sends Lena spiraling over the edge once more. 

This time Lena’s back arches with a gasp, ropes snapping tight as she yanks involuntarily against her bonds. Her hands curl into fists, even as she pants her wife’s name.

“K-Kara–!”

“I’ve got you,” Kara murmurs against her neck. “I’ve got you.”

[gumiluver]

can I have prompts 14 and 15 with Gojo, pretty please 🤭 feel free to do whatever you want with them I just think they fit him so well

ofc luv!! & I agree lolol these two prompts are def gojo coded—I hope you enjoy!! <3

prompt 14: What’s that? Ohh pretty girl, you know the rules, ‘m not stopping ‘til I hear our safeword—you get me?

prompt 15: “Aww, you cryin’ for me? Is my dick too good for you baby?”

luver <3: gojo satoru x afab! reader

byr/byi: the content in this fic is not suitable for individuals under the age of 18--minors will be blocked (DNI), wc: 1.2k

cw: smut, nsfw, mdni, dacryphilia, manhandling, dirty talk, pet names (princess, pretty girl, babygirl, brat), restraining, teasing, brat taming, fingering

border credit: @/cafekitsune, pic credit: manga panel!!

Satoru always had such a filthy mouth.

Every single word that came out of the strongest sorcerer alive was laced with pure filth—at least, when it was directed towards you.

You knew not to get intimately involved with him, but the constant banter between the two of you only heightened the sexual tension that was already present—so strong that not even cursed tool: playful cloud could shatter the connection.

So when he gets you splayed out perfectly on his bed, both arms pinned above your head—a cocky grin adorning his face, making sure to mind your place, you knew the game had already started.

He peers down at you with such intensity you can feel yourself shiver under his touch—your pussy quivering for more. He knew it too, he could quite literally feel the way your pussy purrs for him as he fingers your cunt, “ooohh she’s calling out for me, hear that baby~?”

It doesn’t make it any better that he seems to be in a much more playful mood than usual, wanting to assert control over the situation—demonstrating so by having you completely bare before him as he remains fully clothed. A powerful move from a powerful man, and it seems to have lured you right into a trap that you’ve been all too familiar with recently.

Embarrassed, you peer down below to avoid confessing. You were close to breaking, both he and you knew it. You always get so flustered and needy whenever he has you trapped in his web, becoming a dead give away of your pending undoing.

“s-stop teasing me ‘toru,” you mumble, exasperation laced in every word you spoke as your hips sinfully swayed along his fingers and thigh. The moan you let out was delicate, but shit didn’t it make you sound oh so delectable.

“Oh? Someone’s impatient,” he teases, but nevertheless, heeds your command. He hastily shoves his pants down, too amped in adrenaline to strip away—a dead give away of how pussywhipped this man has become for you. He wants you just as much as you want him, maybe even a bit more.

“Pretty girl’s gotta attitude today,” he chides, unable to hide his glee. For him, your brattiness has become a blessing in disguise—uncovering a newfound endeavor in your relationship with him. Every time he gets the chance to tease and rile you up until you talk back, stamp around, or furrow your brows is a dead giveaway for an…interesting day.

And he won’t deny it either, he loves fucking the brat out of you.

“Don’t start cryin’ on me, ‘kay pretty thing? You’re gonna take all of my cock in nicely for me won’t you?” gojo guides his leaking tip against your soaked folds, and before he can press his hips towards your pelvis and thrust his cock down into you, you’ve already shimmied those sneaky hips of yours upwards—effectively pulling in an inch or two more than he intended, shocking him in the process.

“D-damn it, f-fuck aghh—“ he groans, quickly splaying his hand and forearm across your tummy and reaffirming his grip on your wrists. A sweet chuckle sings amidst the haze of lust and it brings Satoru back into reality, allowing himself to stop from sinking fully into your princess pussy and ruining all the fun—sneaky little minx.

“Naughty brat,” he clicks his tongue, nipping slightly at your neck and tilting his hips away from your pussy. Ohhh no—you won’t be getting off that easy, not after that little stunt you just pulled.

“Ah ah babygirl, we go at my pace tonight.”

What seemed like hours of sadistic torture for you was truly only ten minutes of Satoru’s teasing, pulling out and pushing in soooo slowly—sometimes even stilling inside of you and effectively cockwarming himself. When he’s feeling generous, he’ll give a little circle or two of his hips or will draw figure eights along your slit whilst fully submerged within your depths. You would squirm and beg for him to hurry up, pick up the pace, to just fuck you already, but he would always quiet you down and still your sultry hips by pressing firmer onto your tummy and wrists—all in a way that made you feel so fucking alive.

“I-I can’t, no more!! please ‘toruu just fuck me!!” you cry, puppy dog eyes pulling out those show-stopping tears that make his cock throb ridiculously and chest groan ferociously. You can almost feel his cock becoming thicker—bigger. Molding your pussy to the shape of his dick; molding it to take him for all his worth and then some.

To say he was obsessed with you would be criminal. This, was possession at its finest.

His eyes light up once he hears you beg for him, sees you cry for him, feels you tremble for him.

The perfect lover for the strongest man.

“Aww, you cryin’ for me? Is my dick too good for you baby?” he growls lowly, starting up a brutal pace that has your titties bounce from the sheer force. He quickly latches onto one, licking along the delicate flesh and sucking slightly to further harden your bud.

“You cryin’ soo much for me to fuck you harder—love my dick so fuckin’ much don’t ya baby,” he doesn’t let up on your breasts. Instead, switching to the other as he mumbles those words to you. A man possessed by the sheer glory of your titties and tummy, feeling the way your body ripples against his skin—his powerful thrusts shaking you to your core. You’re moaning so loudly, so violently you almost start to worry about getting a noise complaint.

Almost.

You stopped caring once Satoru let go of his hold, switching positions effortlessly by maneuvering his hands to wrap around underneath your thighs, pushing your legs all the way up to your ears. The grunt he lets out as he stares down at you can be described as animalistic—monstrous, even. It reverberates throughout gojo’s house and makes your heart drop down to your slutty cunt.

“Fuckk, you better get ready for me princess cause ‘m not playin’ around this time.”

He resumes his brutal pace in this much more intimate position, losing himself in the rhythm of your hips and watching the way your plush thighs jiggle with each thrust of his pelvis against you. Fuck he could cum just to that—it makes him go absolutely wild and feeds his ego like nothing else.

“aaa!! ‘toruu~!! toomuchtoomuchtoomuch!! w-wait a sec-ahh~!!” you whine out, pressing your hands on his defined chest, pathetically pushing him away from your body in a fake attempt to escape, serving only to rile your lover up—still holding onto that bratty attitude aren’t you?

“What’s that? Ohh pretty girl, you know the rules, ‘m not stopping ‘til I hear our safeword—you get me?”

You didn’t have to look at him to know he has his signature look, his confident aura, his teasing smirk.

And yes, while Satoru does have a filthy mouth, you can’t help but love that it’s only catered to you.

a/n: sorry for the smol hiatus guys, lots of big things happening in my life!! anyways, hope y’all enjoyed this—requests still open!! <33

As always, likes, comments, follows, reblogs, and any other form of interaction is greatly appreciated <3 #supportcreators

[godsofhumanity]

Do you think you can elaborate on your HCs about Dionysus being Zeus’ heir? How do they and the other Olympians feel about it? When would the transition of power happen?

hulloooo!!!!!!!!!!! yes i can! i have a lot of things to say, so i am dividing the hc's into sections so that it is easy to read. i also have added colour to some names-- it doesn't mean anything, i just thought it would be easier to read!

👑 BASIS IN LORE FOR DIONYSUS BEING HEIR

so Lore doesn't actually say that Dionysus was Zeus' heir, just that Zeus brought him into the world to bring laughter and joy and whatever.

HOWEVER. you may be familiar with a little guy known as Zagreus! Zagreus is considered to be the son of Zeus and Persephone (ew! this is 100% Zeus at his absolute lowest btw) and Zagreus was often conflated with Dionysus. Orphic mysteries say that Zagreus was the first incarnation of Dionysus-- Dionysus was Zagreus reincarnated because Zagreus was killed by the Titans.

now. according to Wikipedia (bad source, i know, but i couldn't find much more on where this statement came from), Zagreus was meant to be Zeus' heir.

in Nonnus' Dionysiaca, 6, 168:

"By this marriage with [Zeus,] Persephone... bore Zagreus the horned baby, who by himself climbed upon the heavenly throne of Zeus and brandished lightning in his little hand, and newly born, lifted and carried the thunderbolts in his tender fingers."

from memory, i don't think any other god actually sits on Zeus' own throne OR wields lightning, so i take this to mean that Zagreus was meant to be Zeus' heir, and by the connection between Zagreus and Dionysus, I am hc-ing Dionysus to be Zeus' heir.

now. even if this isn't true by Lore, i think Dionysus is the only suitable option for the throne.

🍇 WHY DIONYSUS IS THE MOST SUITABLE

from the elder Olympians: Hades and Poseidon are already kings of their own domain so i don't think they'd reach out to get Heaven as well. Hestia has too much of a passive role in myth to be a ruler. Demeter has never been shown to care much for the affairs of Olympus. Hera COULD be, but i cannot see her rallying the support of everyone given her history of vindictiveness. and that's the older generation completely ruled out.

from the younger Olympians: Ares, like his mother, would be unable to garner support from everyone and is also too brash. Artemis does not care enough for the affairs of Olympus to rule-- she is quite cold and has been demonstrated in Lore to prefer the wilderness and her own group of girls to the rest of the Olympians. Apollo is said to remain unwed because he could not choose a wife from amongst the Muses; this demonstrates indecisiveness to me which is not a useful trait for a king. furthermore, Apollo often laments his decisions/mistakes which shows weakness, which is also not a useful trait for a king. thirdly, i simply do not see Apollo as having enough ambition for the position-- he would lose his freedom. Hephaestus is too busy with his craft to rule. Hermes is too mischievous and going from Messenger to King doesn't really make sense logically. Aphrodite, too chaotic and has never demonstrated potential to rule.

that leaves Athena. i think she COULD BE. but i think she is quite arrogant and unwilling to compromise which would make her a very difficult queen. i think she would make enemies quite easily. also, i hc her to have no desire to rule-- i think she would like the independence to pursue her own whims, and being Queen would take this freedom from her.

Dionysus, on the other hand, has a distinct advantage to me-- he began life as a man. i know he had divine blood, but his MOTHER was mortal... Dionysus is the ONLY god who is required to undergo "trials" to prove his divinity.

everyone else is divine by birth, but Dionysus must EARN his place in Olympus by living amongst men first.. and it's CHALLENGING. he is undermined by mere mortals on countless occasions.

now. i do not actually like Dionysus as he is presented in Lore... but evidently, Zeus thought him worthy after all his years on earth and granted him the golden tickets to Olympus, so i think that counts for something.

in my personal hc's for Dionysus, i think he is very similar to Zeus. the most from all Zeus' kids.

Dionysus and Zeus are both very cheerful and jovial. they laugh a lot. they're fun. they're smart. BUT. they can also have a terrible, vicious anger. they command others. they can lead armies. they know when to insist on their way and when to compromise in a way that does not make them seem weak.

i think Dionysus is immature in his youth, like Zeus. but in adulthood, he becomes compassionate and wise, strong and gentle, commanding and forceful. these are the words i would describe my own version of Zeus with as well, and the traits i would expect from a king.

in light of all these hc's, i do not think Dionysus faces much opposition-- his siblings LIKE him and i think that by the time Dionysus becomes King, he is quite mature, and people are quite happy to accept him. What about Hera? the short answer: she's dead. the long answer? check the next section on how the transition happens.

📖 HOW DIONYSUS BECOMES KING

to explain this, i need to take a side-step and tell you about a story i made-up (or rather, am in the middle of developing in my mind) in which the End of the World takes place.

you've heard of Ragnarok; well, i think that every pantheon has their own version of Ragnarok. and i think that when Ragnarok comes, it is the end of the world for EVERYONE. greeks, egyptians, aztecs, etc. everyone. i hc there to be an uprising of old gods; Chernobog, Loki, Apep, etc. who instigate a war that kills off many familiar faces.

when does this take place? Hesiod, in his Theogony, describes 5 Ages of Man:

Golden Age - made by Kronos. perfect men, practically gods.

Silver Age - made by Zeus. stubborn, foolish men.

Bronze Age - made by Zeus. barbaric, warring men.

Heroic Age - made by Zeus. noble heroes like Heracles. descendants of Deucalion.

Iron Age - made by Zeus. "us", allegedly. mortals today.

i think this end of the world happens at the end of the Heroic Age and the new world that is born after the End becomes our age: an age where the gods have left. i'm rejecting Hesiod's writing and saying that this Iron Age is created by Dionysus & co., not Zeus, when Dio is the new king.

now that we've got a timeline, let's get back to Dionysus' promotion.

Zeus swallowed Metis because he was warned that her son would overthrow him. i have a hc that Metis was pregnant with twins- Athena and a son, whom i have named "Diophontes" (slayer of Zeus). there's some more background to this, but let's just say for now: Diophontes gets trapped in Zeus' skull while Athena emerges, and eons later, at the End of Days, an enemy god releases Diophontes and during the Great War, Diophontes fulfills the prophecy and kills Zeus.

i said before that i think Hera dies. during this Great War, there are other fearsome enemies including Typhon and his mate Echidna, and a host of other evil gods and monsters... i think Hera falls in battle here alongside Zeus.

theoretically, Hera would make a kick-ass queen, but i think it makes far more sense thematically for the New World to be led by a god of the younger generation... there needs to be fresh blood and a clean slate. Dionysus fulfills that requirement.

so i think, after all the fighting settles, Dionysus is chosen from amongst the surviving Olympians to become King of Olympus, and under his guidance, Greek gods abandon the earth and refrain from taking active part in human affairs. no more demigods, no more curses, no more gods in disguise. it is a time for mortals to develop and grow on their own without divine intervention. and thus the 5th age of man is ushered in.

fin.

[drbased]

hi, i love your posts, i was wondering if you have any advice on how to love yourself intrinsically as opposed to looking toward external accomplishments to validate your worth. I've adopted this inveterate pattern of behaviour where I feel completely fine and confident about myself until something threatens one of the pillars that upholds my sense of human dignity and I end up running straight back towards self harming behaviour. I think I mainly am just unable to justify any sort of decision to myself unless I feel like there's a sound rationale behind it and because of that tendency, having self respect feels like a purely self indulgent action if I don't have things outside of myself to cling to as substantiation for it. I feel like this line of logic is flawed to its core, but I just can't figure out how to effectively deconstruct or replace it.

I am incredible flattered that you messaged me this! Firstly, you are incredibly articulate in such a way that suggests to me you have very good skills at analysis and self-reflection, as well as a willingness to be honest with yourself, which indicates to me that you're on the right path. Honestly what you're describing here sounds incredibly similar to me - I remember saying to a therapist years ago that when everything's fine, I'm doing fine, but when things go to wrong I fall to pieces, so my goal from therapy was to be more robust. That was apparently the 'wrong answer' 🤷‍♀️, but fortunately I found out a way to achieve that on my own.

My impression here is that you're, impressively, actually a step or two ahead. So much of life is an 'excuse plot', and narratives and categories are much more healthily formed only after the goal has been incidentally achieved. I learned the point of things like 'count your blessings' only after I came to understand the value of treating myself well, and I only came to understand the value of treating myself well after I took the plunge into listening to myself and finding the source of my discomfort, noticing patterns about how my behaviour resulted in bringing about certain emotions and the mechanics of the relationship between values and actions.

I would say if you're trying to find the 'point' of self respect, you're at a place where you're not going to be able to understand it yet. I could certainly argue a my logic for it, but I think a much more valuable exercise is to work on a less grandiose endeavour; what we label as 'self-respect' is actually shorthand for a collective of psychological mechanisms and interconnected value systems. Additionally, I tend to stray away from terms like 'self respect' because they're those things that seem positive on the surface but actually are loaded with external judgment - and that implication is there whether we like to believe it or not. For example, 'have some self respect' is a common expression used to criticise someone from an external point of view: we accuse people who have poor hygiene, poor work ethic etc as 'lacking self respect'. If your main focus is trying to find self-esteem from within yourself and not from external forces, I find taking your focus and attention away from those over-arching terms, especially ones with implicit judgment, because you're giving your brain mixed-signals.

I am reaching a point where, for example, I now understand what 'self love' is. And the term 'self love' does have this kind of smugness to it - like people do use the phrase 'girl, love yourself' in a judgmental manner. But I only stumbled upon the deeper meaning of self-love through the day-to-day of doing actions that demonstrate care and attention to myself. These actions would be present even if the term 'self-love' didn't exist. And now, because I understand the relationship between my actions and how they convey ideas and value systems to my ever-listening brain, I have access to the mechanisms that underly what the label 'self-love' can only suggest at. And that's the problem with a lot of these terms - they always describe a surface-level end goal that others can congratulate you for (and therefore can be faked very easily, which then further distorts our perception of what things like 'self love' and 'self respect' are, because their meaning is distorted into something external rather than something incredibly internal).

Getting to know yourself and what you value is always the most important. And in order to do this, you need to learn to stop thinking of anything you think or do as 'wrong' in any capacity - because it's not, in a way. Self-harming behaviours are only 'bad' because they harm you, but we're encouraged to externalise them - we're taught, just as with having 'self respect', that's there's a pseudo-spiritual universal intrinsic badness to these things. Breaking away from these symbolic meanings involves completely deconstructing how you percieve morality and bringing it back to raw, utilitarian causality.

So, for example, here I can lay out a few things you value:

You value having a sense of robustness and consistency in your behaviour and logic

You value categorising yourself with positive terms

You value having your behaviour reflecting those categories (many people do not!)

You value external judgment/objectivity

You value demonstrating your values to yourself, and possibly by extention 'the universe' (I have abstracted this assumption from what I understand about the nature of self-harm as a ritual 'apology' for feeling the 'wrong' feelings etc.)

I'm sure you can think of more of these than I can. I recommend being as granular and specific as possible - and, most importantly, as embarrassing and uncomfortable as possible. If you can lay out something highly specific and deeply personal as something you value which results in you feeling the need to self-harm, then you're basically unstoppable - no one can ever trip you up or make you feel insecure, because you already know and own your shit.

So, where do we go from here? Well, firstly, acknowledging these things as ultimately neutral facets about yourself (because regardless of how 'bad', 'embarrassing' or 'wrong' they are, they already exist, so you're doing yourself a disservice by refusing to acknowledge them) is the first step to acceptance. If you want to 'change someone's mind/behaviour' you have to meet them where they're at, and that involves getting in their head and understanding their value system. My intuition is that the reason this works inter-personally is that it also works intra-personally. If you have what I call a 'blockage' in your head preventing you from being able to do something that your consciousness seems to value, that's because there's some other value deeper inside you that is crying out to be recognised and respected. And there's a sort of dual and contradictory reasoning here: you want to acknowledge it for the practical aspect of challenging it so you can change your behaviour to something your consciousness prefers; but also, that value, no matter how harmful it is, is something that deserves attention because it's part of you, whether you like it or not. In my experience, true 'acceptance' necessitates accepting that you might never find a good enough of an argument to change, and that's fine. No, really. And if going down that thought process of 'but what if I'm like this forever?' absolutely horrifies you, then there you go - there's something in you that doesn't want to be like that forever! The argument is inside you! You knew it all along! Now dig in there - really listen - what is your brain saying? What do you believe about yourself? I find this process quite a bit like flipping a coin - once the coin has flipped and thus it makes the decision for you, your immediate emotional response tells you something about what you actually wanted to do after all.

I have a suspicion that the most 'mentally healthy' people are the ones who do this process implicitly and automatically - they don't have to manually remind themselves of who they are and what they value, because they embody it. They have their pint at the pub knowing that they don't intend to drink anywhere else, and they stop eating when they're full. They have their 'indulgences' but they don't think of them as indulgences, because they don't have this separation between 'right' and 'wrong' behaviours - they simply recognise their prerogative as an individual to do what they want, and they make their choices based on their own personal value system.

From all of this, I want to draw attention to something: note that this process has been entirely about recognising who you are internally. And that's the beauty about all of this for me: the medium is the message. You do the day-to-day, moment-to-moment micro task of actually respecting all the little things about you that exist, no matter how petty, mean or weird, and only by the end do you look back and you're like, holy shit, I guess this is what the normies have been calling 'self respect' and 'dignity' this whole time.

I know this has been a lot, but I hope it is of value; it has been of immense value to me. I have enjoyed being able to talk in more concrete detail about what this process actually involves, and I am once again incredibly flattered you asked me. Good luck out there - and, as people keep saying to me irl, be gentle with yourself ✌️💖💖

[the-ninja-legacy-whip]

Sooo what do you think of the leader potential from the Ninjas? In season 5 we did get a glimpse of wveryone attempting to lead what did you think of those? And how would they be in your version/stories? If one of them Had to be in a leader position (maybe Ocs too (Jesse))

I actually talk a bit about their general Chain of Command here, and building off of that, I do generally think everyone is very capable of being a leader and have circumstances where they thrive in the role the most; they just also have certain things that may hold them back from being perfect leaders

Cole is a natural leader, but also doesn't like to be the leader, and will quietly slip out of the role if/when he can. So whenever someone else makes the move to step up (usually Kai or Lloyd), he has zero problems letting others take the lead . When your Element is the one of "foundation", ofc you're going to lean towards being more "supportive" in your role. Not that you can't be a supportive leader, but for Cole that's just extra pressure he doesn't want/need. A lot of his shortcomings in leadership come strictly from his insecurities with himself, and he's able to circumvent it by just not being in charge (but then he laments over what his role would be otherwise)

Lloyd is also a natural leader, but this is more out of a) being cajoled into the role, b) usually being right (but not always obviously), and c) being unable to handle anyone else's bullshit and thus takes matters into his own hands snksnksnk. Unlike the others, he was indirectly trained for this, along with being stupidly observant about everything courtesy of his mother, but his shortcomings are a) his youth + lack of life experience compared to the others, and b) being overly emotional (not his fault), in which he can be led to call bad shots or making snap decisions with none of his usual thought put into them. (Very evident in S8, ahahaaaaa)

While Zane and Nya would have no issues logically directing others out of a situation, their personalities are so...potent that it leaves little room for...flexibility. Obviously both can delegate and take others' input as needed (i.e. Student Council stuff), but they are not usually inclined to do so, which can lead to problems during a mission. As stated in my other post, they're better suited in advisory roles—allowing for their input to be heard and addressed but without having it completely overshadow everyone/everything else.

Kai has the makings a good leader as well, but only in the right circumstances. Like Cole, he doesn't necessarily like giving orders, and like Nya he doesn't always like taking them either, on top of him getting too cocky in his own abilities once he grows into them...but when no one else is making an effort, Kai's personal persistence won't let him stay down, and thus he takes matters into his own hands, like Lloyd. (But if Kai's the one calling the shots, then yes, things have hit a very, very low point in the way of morale).

Similar to Kai, Jay is only capable of being a leader when things are at their most dire. Otherwise, he has that tendency to overthink and try too hard, where otherwise if he's the last man standing he has to force himself to stop, breathe, reassess, and make a game plan as he goes (as demonstrated in both Skybound and Prime Empire). Plus, when the other ninja are around, he's kind of outclassed in the "hey everyone listen to me right now" department (which, y'know, may be part of why he yells a lot). It can be hard for him to rally people to listen to him, but once he does, like a inspiration strike of lightning, he is hard to look away from.

Jesse...definitely isn't leader material lol. He's even more built for support than Cole, and serves as a mediator between others rather than calling for people to follow *his* lead specifically. He struggled just to convince people to flee the city for an evacuation, after all. But, who knows, maybe a chance for him to redeem himself will come up at some point~

[onewmin]

the perfume on the shelf. pt. 7 | bangchan

Pairings: Bang Chan x Fem!reader, Kim Yugyeom x Fem!reader

Summary: Falling in love with your best friend was never a part of the plan. So you end it up. But does he want to put a stop to it, too?

Warnings: AU, angst, profanity, everyone cries, mentions of sex, mommy and daddy issues (the reader has both), the mcs don’t hear each other and are unable of normal communication, both Chan and the reader are mentally unstable and have major trust issues, typos, a slight Taylor Swift reference (yes, again). Mind you, these two are grown adults, who are unwilling to find a compromise and communicate, putting the blame onto each other. No one is right and no one is wrong (kind of). What I wanted to say is that this is a description of an unhealthy relationship and it’s bad for both of them (but more for the reader) ok tnx for coming to my ted talk

Author’s note: this is the shortest part so far, cause I felt like this chapter should only revolve around the main conflict. This is a breaking point for both of the characters, so tell me what you think of it so far!!

Disclaimer: the names and appearances of real people are used for inspiration and writing purposes only. I do not claim anything, everything belongs to its owners.

Part 6 | Part 8

“What? Why would you say that?”

With your back facing him, you swore you could see the atrociously saddening expression he wore on his face. That was heartbreaking, wasn’t it? Harsh words barked at him so abruptly he couldn’t even fathom them, unexpected, right, Chan? It’s not like he had done something similar, yeah?

“You fucked it up, that’s why”, ouch.

To Chris, it seemed as if he was seeing a completely different person, not you, not the you he was so used to. The caring you, the you that was smiling and asking him about his day, the girl that would hold him tight whenever he felt bad. He’d never heard you say things like that, things that would actually hurt him. But wasn’t he the first to shove his thunderous inability to demonstrate human emotions down your throat?

“I know”. His wobbly voice made your turn around to face him yet again. Glistening cheeks, arms crossed at his chest, wrapped in an unsuccessful attempt to hug himself. You hated seeing him like that, knowing you were the reason he was audibly sobbing. “I know I fucked up”, Chris muttered through his cries, “I know I did. And I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that I don’t-”, he took a breath only to let out a heavy sign, resulting in another weep.

He stood there, right in front of you, silently begging to take a step further. And his figure, once of a confident man and now so small, shoulders shaking while he was wiping the running tears. His collarbone glistened too; and you could only hold back the upcoming tears, nails digging in the palms of your hands. You’d rather bleed than show him it affected you as well as it did him. But you’d rather die than admit it.

You slightly moved — automatically almost, the urge to pull him in and never let go clouding your head for a moment. You’d cry together, and then the two of you would reconcile. That’s what you wanted, right?

You stopped amid your movements, hand still reaching out to him. You wanted him for so long and when you finally had the chance to be together, he washed it down the drain.

“Why did you tell me all that, then? If you’re so sorry”.

His eyes darted to your face; you had to bite the insides of your cheeks to alleviate the lump in your throat. Chan looked defeated — eyes puffy, blood vessels in his eyes had burst making even the apples of them red; and his whole face, you saw, you fucking saw it, slightly lit up when he looked at you. Unbelievable, the thought ran through your head, how could I make Chan cry? Am I the heartless piece of shit in this scenario?

“I thought”, he stammered, “I thought it’d, uh… It’d be better for both of us”. You scanned him as if he were a criminal you were interrogating. “I’m a mess, every, uh, every girl I’m with… I always lose interest when they… When they fall in love with me, and I didn’t…” He stopped to take a breath. “I didn’t want the same… The same happening to you”.

His last words came out as a whisper, but you heard him. Loud and clear.

“I lo-“ He gulped. “I value our relationship too much to… To let it go too far and then, uh”, Chan rubbed his eyes nervously; every word seemed to come out with a lot of force. “I didn’t want our relationship to get too far and then dump you, ‘cause I fell out of love. I just didn’t want that”.

Now you were gawking at him. The tears you were suppressing so much appeared to cautiously creep up your eyes, breaking every barrier in their way. However… You couldn’t allow yourself to give in the most desirable emotions at the moment for one specific reason. And that reason was,

“What the fuck did you just say?” You almost barked.

The tone of his voice turned calmer for some reason, “I didn’t want to break your heart if it went too far”.

“That’s exactly what you fucking did!” You bawled, tears spilling from your eyes. “It went too far, are you kidding me with that “if” shit? Or”, you kept on spouting, “is having sex with your best friend a ‘norm’ to you? A daily routine?”

Chan took a step further, but you put a hand in front of you, signaling him not to even try. “I get it. Just calm down for a sec”.

Yeah, you knew you were being too loud for 2 o’clock in the morning or whatever the time was. You knew, but you didn’t care. His neighbors might as well call the police, you really couldn’t care less. You couldn’t hold back the wrath growing inside of you; it was unbearable to eat his words up and keep on going. It wasn’t possible anymore.

“Don’t fucking calm me down!” Blaring, you looked at him in awe. “What do you get? That you let this come too far, and then what? Bolted, ‘cause you’re incapable of being a decent human being?”

Chan sighed. “I didn’t bolt. I wanted to, uh… Minimize the damage. To make it less painful. I didn’t want to hurt you, ever”.

“But you fucking did!”

“Baby-“

“Don’t call me ‘baby’!” You raged. “Look at what you’ve made out of me, Chan! You hurt me, you caused me so much pain that I don’t think it can be fixed!”

Before that, before another set of his absolutely moronic confessions, Chan looked defeated because you were leaving him with no reasoning. Now he looked defeated as you spat all of the suppressed, unsaid emotions at him. He deserved to know. Bang Chan wasn’t the only person who could be brutally honest while loving the other. Allegedly loving, in his case, you thought.

“Every moment”, you wept, “every time you’d leave me, I’d cry myself to sleep ‘cause I knew you’d never, ever love me back. But then”, you chuckled, “I find out you actually have been in love with me this whole time, and the next thing you do? Throw me away”. You put the hands on the hips, head thrown back to prevent more tears from falling.

“I didn’t need your confession, I didn’t need nothing”, you resumed. “I just wanted, ugh… I just wanted, I thought my best friend would at least talk to me instead of crushing my heart”, and self-esteem. That one was wreaked as well.

“Oh, not you bringing up the ‘talk’ thing”. Did you mishear it, or was the tone of his voice quipped?

“What?” You panted.

“You, asking me to talk?” He let out a breathy chuckle. “Yeah, right. Like you’re the one to share your feelings when the time’s given”. His rant implied, no, it directly stated something. You knew what it was, but as soon as the words left his mouth, you desperately needed to hear them. As if… As if you craved a real reason to leave him. Something that would hurt you even more than his previous actions. And, goddamn, you anticipated what he had to say.

“You said it yourself, didn’t ya?” Chan leaned on the doorframe; as if he needed physical support for the next poisonous words he was going to spit. “You’re unable to express your emotions because it scares you. And you’re the one asking me to talk? Huh”, he huffed. You stood there, hands squeezed in fists, the pain of your long nails digging into the softness of your palms almost unnoticeable now.

“You told me, I remember that”, he kept on, as if he hadn’t said enough already. “You told me your worst fear was to be like your dad. But you know”, Chan moved further, the space between you only a few inches now, “you’re as emotionless as he is. Or at least, as emotionless as you painted him to me”.

The cocky look on his face, almost as he was enjoying the pain he had caused you. Your father might have been an insensitive bastard but you were not like him. Chan wasn’t wrong while saying it was hard for you to express emotions, but god, you did! You cried, you apologized, you complimented, you praised, you comforted. You were there for everyone with a mug of tea, warm hugs and cozy silence. Sure, it might seem like you were callous ‘cause you didn’t say many soothing words, and yeah, it was hard for you to express your feelings and show vulnerability, but never in a million years have you neglected any of your friends needs. Chan included, Chan, actually, atop of the list, always.

“Say something else if you’re trying to hurt me”, you blurted out even before thinking, “I’ve come to this conclusion on my own. Sorry I’m not the perfect girl straight out of your wet dreams”.

Chan let out a sigh of exasperation, hands on his hips. “You’re right, I’ve seen you…differently in my head. Guess I’ve been projecting this whole time”.

“You’re not the only one”. You took the backpack, which was now on the floor next to you, in your hands. “Could never imagine the guy I’d thought to be the best one”, you put the backpack on your shoulders, “could never imagine he’d compare me to his ex all the time”.

“And when’s that happened?” The irritated sound of his voice and the eye roll had awoken some primal desire to punch him in the face right then and there, but you kept on standing, almost froze in your place.

“Let me enlighten you”, you answered, “that when you say ‘My ex-girlfriend was so good at swimming’ to your current girlfriend, when she can’t swim, is not the greatest thing to say”.

“You were not my girlfriend”.

That’s not something you didn’t know; that’s what you’d settle in your head, clear enough to have it understood. But you never heard it from Chan. And having the words flown out of his mouth, so effortlessly and carelessly, got you physically restraining yourself from grabbing your chest, right where the heart was. ‘Cause there was a spike of pain that shot into your heart and chest, and it immediately faded into a throbbing ache, your heartbeat pulsating in your brain.

“And don’t get me started on exes”. He continued. “I’m not the one to pine over a boyfriend I broke up with years ago”.

“I-I d-don’t-“

“Yes, you do!” You flinched at the sudden raise of his voice. “You’re still wearing the fucking necklace he’s given you! Even now!” Chan took a deep breath. “You don’t wear the ring I gave you, you don’t treasure it as much as you do this, as much as you have this stupid necklace glued to your skin”.

A moment of silence between the two of you. You observed him, not recognizing the man at all. Some minutes ago you were in his bed, “I love you” whispered to you as he desperately wanted to show you it was true. But now… Seemed as if all he was trying to do was to push you even further away.

The realization dawned upon you like a heatwave. It was him, not you. He was so incapable of recognizing his own feelings that now you were the bad guy, the villain in his story. Oh god, you hoped you were. Otherwise, it’d turn out that the both of your were wrong, that both of you were the cowards who couldn’t admit their feelings and faults.

No, you could admit (some of) yours, though. You did wear the necklace with Yugyeom’s initials, however, not because you were waiting to get back with him, but for the same reason you wore the old rings of your mom’s: you liked the jewelry. There wasn’t much you could wear, as you preferred wearing the same things for years when it concerned jewelry. Goddamn it, you wore the earrings your school friend had given you on your seventeenth birthday just ‘cause they didn’t make your ears itch! It’s not like you were wearing them with a hope to reconcile a long-forgotten friendship, for god’s sake! And the ring Chan gave you? It was completely out of your personal style, not fitting any of your fingers, but what, you were supposed to tell him you didn’t like the gift he’d given? Were you supposed to throw the ring at him, saying it didn’t fit your ‘aesthetics’? For god’s sake, some men and their logic. Unbearable.

However, you weren’t willing to explain all that. Chan had already projected a possible outcome of this situation, and your interference wasn’t even necessary. No matter what you said or did, he’d find a way to blame everything on you.

“I think I got it”, you mumbled. Turning to the door to leave him for good this time, you couldn’t but point out the last thing. “D’you know what the worst part of all this?” His face didn’t give away any emotions except for extreme annoyance and anger. “I still love you, Chan. No matter what you say, I’ll still love you. ‘Cause you’re my best friend, and you always will be”.

The way you slammed the door might have demonstrated your level of rage, but you sprinted down the stairs, ignoring the elevator. Stopping at the stairwell between the fourth and third floor, just amid your way down, you gripped the railings while quietly sobbing with your eyes squeeze shut. Your phone vibrated shortly, announcing the Uber had already come, and at that same moment, you heard the loud noise up the stairs. He called out your name, simultaneously running down. Oh shit, oh no, no. You knew you’d yield to him the moment he begs for forgiveness, and you couldn’t, just couldn’t let yourself fall into that pit again. Nothing good would come out of it; so you didn’t need another second to stand and think as you scurried down the stairs, into the street, almost flying into the car. The driver seemed to read your energy; after checking your destination point, he quickly drove away.

Through the car window, as you were literally drifting away, you saw Chan run out, panting, watching the car leaving his apartment complex parking lot. You’d think about it being a scene straight out of a rom-com later. You’d overanalyze it with your therapist later. You’d cry at home in several minutes. It all would be later.

Now you stared at the early sunset through the window, as the driver steadily drove through the city. Your apartment complex was pretty far away from the central area near which Chris was living, so it took around thirty to forty minutes to get back home at night. Good. You’d watch the buildings, the trees, the parks, the rare people on the street. You’d listen to the soothing music the driver had put on and melt into it, ‘cause that music was better than Chan’s loud banging in your head.

Love is a losing game, your mother once told you. You weren’t sure if she was talking about your father or some other guy she’d lost in her younger years, but you’d listen to this advice now. You wish you could just ask the driver to change the destination, to get you to your parents’ house, so that your mom could comfort you while you’d be crying in her tight embrace. But that was Eunjoo’s mother, not yours; yours would scold you for coming that late, she would spat ‘I told you so’s’ at you, cursing you for ‘peddling’ yourself for sex, as she liked to state. She’d blame everything on you, berating you for crying, saying, “The damage’s done already, why are you crying now?” Shit, you wish your mom would let you sob in her arms and tell you she’s there with you. Holy shit, that’s the only thing you craved right now — just to be comforted by, what’s supposed to be, your closest person in the entire world.

But you were being driven home. To home where the only one to comfort you, besides your sweet cat, would be yourself. Maybe you should really call Eunjoo tomorrow. That’s too much to handle on your own; you couldn’t bear the thought of going through this alone. You needed someone to confide in, someone who wouldn’t put every action of yours under scrutiny, like your mother would.

So you texted Eunjoo, simultaneously setting the alarm to 7 A.M. You’d have around three hours to sleep, but maybe you’d nap tomorrow — it was Saturday after all.

Later. All of that later. Now it was just you and the view outside the car. You and the jungle of thoughts in your never resting mind.

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Here are my two cents on the Full Moon episode.

I hate Stolitz as a ship, and as much as I was dumbfounded when I first saw this episode, I actually... don't hate how the conflict between Stolas and Blitz turned out?

I've seen many people criticize this episode because the show is victimising Stolas (which is true), but...how the whole thing played out is very realistic and in tune with Solas' character. I know that Viv did not intend Stolas to come off as selfish in this scene, but she still kept Stolas' previous characterization intact (although I would argue to a very different effect from what she had in mind).

He always was incredibly selfish and self-centered, and unable to to truly self-reflect. In Ozzie's he also was completely unaware about what it is that hurt Blitz; he cowered before everyone and refused to hold Blitz's hand when the whole club turned on them. It was confirmation to Blitz that he was right to believe he's just a boytoy for Stolas to have fun with behind closed doors, but to deny affiliation in public because of their respective class. But Stolas, right before Blitzo flips him off, asks Blitzo whether he would like for them to do typical couple things, as if he didn't just confirm (from Blitz's POV) that they are not an item, and that Stolas does not intend to change his ways or treat him differently. Everything he says to Stolas is but a continuation (a take 2 if you will) of the Ozzie's conflict. And it is very in character for Stolas to superficially understand that their relationship is transactional and exploitative and that he ought to let Blitz go, only to make everything about HIS feelings and to try to shift their rs according to his whims and not what is actually best for Blitz. He is being very manipulative, as per usual. The rest of s2 felt like tonal and thematic whiplash, with Stolas' background and character being recontextualised in a way that did not make sense when we regard s1. But not this episode-we see Stolas' manipulative nature once again on full display.

"I want you to stay with me because you want to--only if you want to" is what he concludes his romantic speech with- I find it incredibly interesting. Had Stolas truly understood that what he was doing was wrong or fake or bad for Blitz because of the position it put Blitzo into, he never would have said that, or reacted the way he did to Blitz's response. When you understand, as he claims he does, how awful it is to be "tethered to someone in such an unfair way," you don't have to state the sentence "I want you to stay if you want to". It is redundant when taken literally - if Blitz is not obligated to him anymore, then Blitz staying is predicated on him wanting to do so. It goes against conventions of dialogie in fiction; things are not to be restated or reiterated but for aesthetic purposes (emulating natural speech) or because the statement pragmatically holds a different meaning. There is no logical need to utter that sentence, yet Stolas does it anyway, because it is meant to be taken as an implicit request - "stay with me". It may seem on the surface as if he is considering Blitz's feelings on the matter and giving him a choice, but he really isn't - he is actually imposing himself on Blitz again, hence his subsequent reaction when Blitz demonstrates that he feels Stolas can't be earnest.

And in a way he really isn't earnest- to Stolas it's my way or the highway - no compromise. Why not explain himself when he sees Blitz doesn't think he genuinely means it? And it is realistic that he doesn't when his feelings are hurt in this way. Realistic, but cruel, childish and manipulative. "I have my answer- you needn't say anything," is exactly the way a scorned lover would respond. It is shifting the blame onto Blitz for not understanding something "obvious"; this is something people say when they want the other person to feel guilty. Why would someone who wants to make a clean slate say and do that?

Because that was obviously not what Stolas was hoping for - he was not really ready to be rejected and confronted. He was in fact, not ready to see that Blitz does not love him. His delusions are finally shattered - and his first instinct is to shift the blame and become defensive and avoidant instead of truly coming to terms with the choice he gave Blitz. Because he was only giving Blitz a choice because he was assured, or at least hoped, that Blitz's choice would align with his.

And while I think Viv is unable to truly grasp the class conflict (as she proved in HH) and implicature of Stolitz, she often stumbles when writing Stolas, but not Blitz (and this is I think because of Brandon or Adam being on the team). Blitz consistently lands and is characterized really well when it comes to their dynamic - and it is his reaction and final confrontation with Stolas that makes this scene so compelling - he calls Stoals out on exactly what he is and lays the nature of their conflict bare. Blitz understands everything and is the one carrying the weight of this scene. Yet, Stolas is surpisingly compelling in this scene also - his s1 nature shone in this episode.

I know they are going to be endgame, but I am going to celebrate the fact that finally someone on the writing team decided to at least address the conflict from the s1 finale.

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spoilers for chapter 48. no proofreading btw.

“Y/N.

I always dreamed of the day I would be able to tell you of my feelings for you, though I imagined it would’ve been under far different circumstances.

Either way, the truth is that I haven’t been able to keep my mind off you since we first met. Ever since that day… you’re all I think of.

It was almost prophetic the way it happened, completely unexpected and far from what I called ideal when seeing the woman of my dreams.

And yet, I wouldn’t change anything from it; nothing at all. 

You came to me in my moment of need, even if it was simply the right thing to do… but to me, it was almost heaven sent.

Unfortunately, that was one of the few moments I have been able to approach you, your duties amongst other things, like your affection for others, coming between us.

Still, I patiently await for the right moment to come, whenever that might be.

In the meantime, I hope this letter is able to convey, if only for a fraction, what I feel for you, with the purpose to one day do so in person.”

It’s what the letter found underneath your door that unsuspecting morning, neatly folded inside a small, white envelope, said. From a mysterious source neither you nor your staff were able to uncover before the second one arrived.

“I do not need to see you to know you are just as beautiful as you are every day. I just wish I was lucky enough to do so, might’ve been enough to warm up my heart in these cold, winter days.”

“Who is sending these?” is the question that naturally arises inside your, Haruko’s and Hitomi’s mind by the third letter. All plagued with consistent demonstrations of affection, somewhat alarming, you must add.

“They all have the same handwriting, so at least we know they’re from the same person.” Hitomi murmured, looking over the latest letter once more. “But if it’s the same person, how come we haven’t been able to see who it was? It’s happening right underneath our noses, and yet…”

“To make matters worse, no one out of the ordinary has been seen in the hallways…” You comment. “No one that could seem suspicious, anyways…”

“Well, you are followed around by the rest of the staff members, so it’s kind of hard to pinpoint who…” 

“Oh, if only Mariya were here, she wouldn't have found who it was by now!” Haruko laments, and the rest sigh, silently agreeing.

The first few days without Mariya had been nothing short of… difficult.

As expected, her absence left behind a great void in their hearts, hope lingering at the back of their mind, wishing to see her appearing just around the corner and cheerfully tell them it had been nothing but a misunderstanding and that she was here to stay.

But the truth is, she wasn’t coming back. In fact, she’s probably already in her new home, settling into her new life, getting pampered by her future husband and family, celebrating her pregnancy, just as she wanted to do, but unable due to the estate’s tight secrecy.

Haruko and Hitomi have yet to get used to getting to your bedroom first thing in the morning and finding Mariya nowhere to be seen, no drowsy good morning to start the day, followed by that day’s responsibilities, before she briefly disappeared—off to meet her boyfriend, as they’d later find out—only to come back later to begin work.

It’s arduous, to keep on acting like her absence didn’t affect them, but it wasn’t impossible, and soon enough they’d move on to do their duties, with Hitomi stepping in to fill Mariya’s role, still needing to get a bit more adjusted to her new responsibilities, but nothing routine couldn’t smoothen out…

And Haruko helping out whenever she could, while frequently wondering who would come to make their group complete once again, but never forgetting to offer that cheerful, upbeat demeanor that was very needed in dubious moments like these.

Or specifically as of now, inquisitive ones.

“Do you think that maybe the letters… are from Naoya?” The moment Haruko’s question escaped her lips, your breath hitched to your throat, heat starting to settle in your cheeks as your eyes widened, expressing both your embarrassment, and perhaps… longing?

“N—No… that couldn’t— I mean, he’s—” you stammer, unable to find any possible reason to deny her accusation, or perhaps not wanting to. Only you could know, though Haruko gets an idea.

“Sounds like you want him to.” She teases, you gasp.

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Marinette wanted to just laugh the girl off. It was easier knowing that it was not something she caused or encouraged that gave her the belief that they were going to get married. But it wouldn’t be easier for her to accept. It would be like suddenly being told your favorite fairy tale was made up. Which might be the truth but when you are young you want to believe in the magic of all things.

She kept quiet while Roy explained to her. The girl resisted hearing what she didn’t want to believe but he stayed calm and talked to her quietly. She still ended up crying by the time they reached the elevator. She reached out for Marinette and she looked over to Roy, silently asking his permission before she took her in her arms. She held her on the couch and talked to her softly while he prepared a bath for her. Lian went running when he told her to come pick out her toys for the bath. Marinette was planning to slip out while she was distracted but he approached right as she was headed out the door.

“I’m so sorry for how the day happened. I should have handled everything differently.”

Marinette raised her hand and put it against his chest, cutting him off. “I had a great time.”

She was shocked when he brushed her hair back with his hand. Her breath caught in her throat but his other hand reached up and took her hand. The ring was suddenly heavier. His thumb brushed against it and he pulled his hand back after suddenly remembering it was there. It glowed brightly for a moment and he looked into her eyes questioningly.

“I have been unable to remove it,” she paused to demonstrate. “ I have tried everything.”

“That man I have seen you with,” he started delicately.

“Adrien,” she filled in.

“He isn’t your fiancé or boyfriend?”

She shook her head slowly at his question and as soon as she denied either scenario, he moved forward and caught her up in a kiss. She kissed him back, even knowing that he had his own complications she ignored all the warning signs. Her back was pressed into the door she had been about to exit and she grabbed the sides of his shirt to keep him close. She gasped for air when he pulled away to kiss her throat and pulled his mouth back to hers as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He deepened the kiss and she couldn’t think of anything but kissing him back.

Until her finger pulled her out of the haze. It was burning and she could barely think of anything else once she noticed it. She shifted and he moved back down to her neck as she desperately tugged at the ring again. She had gotten it to budge only the one other time when she was yelling at Adrien but this time it didn’t stop. With her anger at Adrien and her feelings developing for Roy on her mind, she pulled it and it nearly flew off her finger. She could feel her hand like she couldn’t before. Roy didn’t seem to notice as he moved to kiss her on the mouth again.

—

Roy was completely lost in his happiness to find out Marinette wasn’t engaged that he completely forgot that he was supposed to be getting Lian in the bath until she hollered from the bathroom.

“Daddy, I’m ready now. Can I get in?”

He groaned as he pulled away from Marinette.

“Go ahead and check the water and get in. I’ll be right there to help you.”

He was still holding on to Marinette and pulled her against him for a moment. She glanced down the hall and he looked too. The hallway was clear and he could hear Lian’s voice echoing and talking as she got into the tub. Marinette pushed her hand against his cheek and kissed him again. It felt different. It was amazing and desperate but she pulled away quickly and pushed him away.

“This really isn’t like me,” her hand moved to her face and wiped away a tear but he didn’t know why she was crying. She kept talking but he was distracted when he realized the ring was off her finger. She must have just managed it. It wasn’t until after she shoved herself out his door that he put together the rest of what she said before she pushed away and ran back to her own apartment.

“I’ll arrange to have Lian’s dress for your wedding delivered to you. I don’t know what came over me but I am not this type of person and I can’t be. I care about Lian and what is best for her. I care about you too but I need to focus on what is best for me.”

He was stunned. He had no clue what she meant. They had just cleared up the wedding confusion but she still seemed to think that he was getting married and that she was a secret. He was desperate to follow her and clear it up but she was right about wanting what was best for Lian. He could still hear her singing so he turned and went to help her in the bath. Hopefully he could find a chance to get over and talk to her soon. Her words had almost sounded like a goodbye.

—

Marinette was reeling. She wanted to burst into tears of relief and getting the ring off and then again for kissing Roy again. She had never felt such a strong connection to someone and he clearly felt the same but her feelings on being a secret had not changed. She already had too many secrets. She was fairly certain that their connection is what helped remove the ring and that was the last piece she needed to block herself off from the Agreste’s again. She would need to find more magical knowledge to know how to fight against the power and she should be able to get the miraculi out of hiding without the magical tracker on her anymore. For now, she cast a spell to link the ring’s tether to her plant next to the door. It wasn’t perfect but it was technically living and would hopefully hide the fact that she had removed the ring so she could prepare.

It would be best if she prepared to leave as soon as she finished with Adrien. She had been hoping to stay here more permanently. This time was the longest she had gone without being found but with Adrien knowing where she was and the awkwardness with her neighbor she decided it would be best to just leave. She had a couple other options of places to go that would do well shielding her. With the miraculi she might be able to find a way to fully block the Agreste’s from finding her. She might even be able to stay close locally if everything went according to plan.

The only link to the miraculi she had was the glasses that she had deactivated. She set to work finishing the potion to reactivate them so she could retrieve the rest without being tracked. That would take hours to finish but she didn’t want to sleep until it was done. Most of the process didn’t require active involvement so she began getting ready to leave. She started setting up boxes and packing everything away. When this was finished she could vanish as quickly as possible after. She worked from the inside and made her way through each room packing up anything she wouldn’t need right away.

She didn’t stop until she got to her sewing workspace. The dress for Lian was there so she paused to finish the final touches. It shouldn’t take long and she didn’t want to leave Lian without it. Perhaps Roy and Jason wouldn’t even want anything from her in their wedding but she would at least keep her promise to Lian to make it for her. It was done in under an hour. The potion was nearly finished so she took a moment to leave the dress on Roy’s door with a brief note that didn’t explain any of the reasons why she was leaving.

She hung it on the door knob and turned to reenter her apartment when there was a noise behind her. Expecting Adrien, she turned quickly to confront him so he couldn’t take her unaware. But it was Jason behind who opened the door she was still standing in front of. He looked confused at her response and looked from her to the dress on the apartment door.

“I wanted to leave the dress. It’s the one for Lian to wear in your wedding. She was very excited while designing it.”

She let the words hang in the air as he didn’t respond. Her guilt was thick in her throat knowing that she had just shared a steamy kiss with the man’s fiance and she didn’t know if he knew or suspected anything that happened between her and Roy. It could just be that he didn’t like Lian claiming his fiance was marrying another. She didn’t really want to figure out what the issue was but the thought of having kissed Roy in the doorway hours before was not helping her. Her timer went off and she turned away while he continued looking around. She was fairly certain he could see boxes stacked in her apartment. She hadn’t tried to hide them. They would all know she was gone soon enough.

As soon as the potion was ready, she used it to reactivate the glasses. Kaalki reemerged immediately, startling her even though she had expected it. She wasted no time transforming and creating a portal to where the rest of the miraculi were being hidden. She hesitated when she had it all there before her. She wondered if there was a possibility of this being a trap. There were too many variables to know but she didn’t want to be without anything that might help her block the tether. She couldn’t risk not being prepared.

She hid everything away quickly. If this went wrong, she didn’t want it immediately accessible. The only thing she left out was the grimoire. Flipping through it as quickly as possible, she located the page with the proper spell. She read through it on her couch and took a breath. This would be very complicated. It didn’t require any potions, just energy and right now she had none. Hopefully, he wouldn’t make it to her until she had a full night’s sleep but she couldn’t count on that. It was already past midnight so she just closed her eyes right where she was and hoped that she could fall asleep instantly.

—

“Arsenal, come in,” Jason said into his comms.

“What can I do for you Hood?”

“Patrol is over. You need to get back.”

Roy jumped across the buildings, keeping the man in his sights. Adrien was trying to be stealthy but Roy had tracked him since he had left his fancy hotel. He was dressed all in black and moved with a purpose. His black hood fit his creepy vibe except for the cat ears on top making it seem whimsical. Roy had a feeling he knew exactly where he was headed and at no point did the direction he traveled dissuade that notion. He was headed the opposite way from where Roy had come. Roy had left his apartment after putting Lian to bed and headed to watch the hotel room. It was not very long later that the man had exited out the side, clearly trying to stay hidden in the dark.

He twisted a ring on his finger as he walked along. Roy couldn’t be sure but he would be willing to bet that the ring was a match to the one that had been stuck on Marinette’s finger. He just wanted Jason to hang on a bit longer so he could confront the man and make him leave Marinette alone.

“I’m fairly certain I am already headed right for you.”

“Are you following your friend?”

“That’s right. He appears to be headed right for you. I’ll be there in a matter of minutes.”

“Excellent. Maybe you can ask your neighbor about the dress she just gave me for the flower girl in our wedding before she moves out.”

Roy swore loudly and Adrien looked around before slinking away. He picked up his pace and entered the building. Roy wanted to head directly to Marinette’s window but trying to explain what he was doing would be complicated. He headed for his window instead so he could be ready to intervene if needed.

—

She awoke instantly with a rap at the door. She dragged herself off the couch feeling like she had just fallen asleep. She looked at the clock and it wasn’t far off. She must have just fallen into a deep sleep just to pull herself out of it to get to the door.

She knew it was Adrien. She could feel him. This was the worst possible timing. She was worse off than if she had gotten no sleep. She had fallen asleep but gotten no rest. She needed to have her wits about her. Instead she took a deep breath, hoping to clear her head and opened the door.

“I see you are all packed and ready to go. I knew you would do the right thing, Bugaboo.”

“I still don’t like that name and I won’t be going anywhere with you,” she crossed her arms. “You will be going though and you will not be able to bind me again.”

He smirked back at her and lifted a hand to her chin. “Is that so?”

He stepped through the door and she backed away from him as he moved closer. She had to force down her panic. She would need confidence and clarity to finish this. Her back hit the wall. He blocked her in with his arm over her. He was looming in close, lifting her chin so she was forced to look in his eyes. She put her hand on his chest, gently and didn’t push him away. He put his forehead against hers and the fingers on her chin released and his hand slid into her hair. He used his other hand to meet hers on his chest and she slid her other hand to his one cradling her head.

His eyes blinked slowly and he relaxed against her. He leaned down and nuzzled her neck.

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I want to thank @for-the-writing-artist for being willing to have the discussion we did, but I think they're right that we've pretty much reached a point where we've covered all we'll be able to. In their last post on the matter, they indicated that they're not particularly interested in providing reasons to believe what they believe and I'm unable to adopt any belief without sufficient reason.

I still don't have any good reason to believe that lying is necessarily wrong, or that what the Bible says about god or Jesus is true, or that the Bible ever makes an outright statement that slavery is immoral, or that any interpretation of what the Bible says about anything else is more convincing than any other conflicting interpretation, or that any ancient understanding of morality should be preferred over our modern understanding, and it all boils down to evidence.

We're too far apart on these points and a few others to really continue without retreading the same topics over and over, but it seemed like they wanted some response to their last few points (forgive me if I'm wrong, it's not my intention to push on a topic you're finished discussing), so I'll give some brief notes. (Looking over the post before publishing, I should reconsider my use of the word "brief" lol)

> I get that the burden of proof lies on me, and I would be genuinely interested in your reasons for why God isn't real. But a discussion can only go so far in unequal footing.

It's absolutely correct that the burden of proof is on the person making the positive claim, and that's why I avoid claiming that gods aren't real. My position is that I'm unconvinced by any claim I've ever heard that a god or some gods exist, so I really don't need any other reason to reject them. There may be a god or some gods but I lack any good evidence to support the idea that they exist. I will admit that I have a strong bias against these claims - along with claims about angels, demons, ghosts, goblins, spirits, souls, cryptids, alien abductions, a flat earth, etc. - but that's because the reality itself is biased against these claims, yielding no definitive evidence that any of these things are possible or extant. But I still have these conversations because I want to believe true things, and if someone knows some demonstrable truth that I'm not aware of, I'd like to know about it in order to form a more accurate view of reality.

> And, if by some miracle, it is proven without a shadow of doubt that God is real, and all your answers and reasons for disbelief disproved ─ would you acquiesce? Would you believe then?

I've touched on this recently, but maybe it was with one of the other folks who joined this conversation. Briefly, my skepticism requires that I adapt my worldview to new information when it comes to my awareness. So if a god is demonstrated to exist, then I've no reason to still be atheist, but whether I actually worship or respect that deity depends entirely on whether certain claims about its past actions and moral standards are true as well. In the case of Yahweh, I'd need to know for certain that a lot of things in the Bible are complete lies conceived by ancient manipulative leaders before I ever said "god is good."

> Something is. Something exists that is higher than me, or you. It could be this Krishna, it could be God. But I cannot argue in favor of this, if you believe that Nothing exists (really weird, as nothing is the absence of something). I would need to disprove this Nothing to then argue in favor of Something.

Assuming we're not brains in jars dreaming up all of reality, lots of things exist. We presuppose reality, but can't demonstrate our existence and that's an ancient and ongoing problem, so in order to function we have to take this axiom or be paralyzed by doubt. Depending on what you mean by "something higher" I might agree or disagree, but if you mean that it's necessarily something like a god I certainly don't think so. I can almost see what you're saying regarding something/nothing, but I'm not aware of any possibility that "nothing" has ever or could ever exist. Nothing, by existing, would necessarily become something. I only make this note because you began that point by saying "if you believe..." and I just want to make it clear that I don't believe in "nothing," but I reject claims of undetectable "somethings" where we lack any good indication that they should be there.

All in all, it was a good conversation and I appreciate the time and energy it took to give thoughtful responses to what I was saying. And I hope it goes without saying that although I think you're convinced of some bad ideas, I don't have any such evaluation of your character as a human. I hope you keep asking questions and being open to ideas you might disagree with.

[purveyoroftrash]

The Abyss Sibling and their curse.

This theory postulates that the Abyss sibling was/is cursed by Celestia and that their main goal is not to free Khaenri'ah, but rather, themselves from the fate forced upon them.

For this theory we have a few things we need to establish:

1. What is a Descender?

2. The Khaenri'ah curse(s)

3. The "Fate" of the Abyss sibling

To start, in the Archon quest 3.2 Nahida tells the Traveler that they are a descender while the Abyss sibling isn't.

For convenience sake, I will refer to the Abyss Sibling as: Lumine (because of the supplementary videos made by Hoyoverse) and the Traveler as: Aether.

This doesn't mean I believe either is the canon traveler, but rather, it's easier to refer to them as such.

As of the Narzissenkruez Ordo tower quest, it was stipulated by a member of the Ordo that a Descender is someone whose will can rival an entire world. Or rather, one who can "protect the world, sustain the world, destroy the world, and create the world."

If a Descender can defy the fate of the world, could it then be hypothesized that a defining trait of a Descender is that they could defy ANY aspect of the world's will?

For instance: Irminsul. Irminsul is the way the world records and stores everything that happens in Teyvat. It is the memory of Teyvat. 

When something within Irminsul changes, the world tries to "correct" the world's memory by replacing those memories with new ones. (Which is kind of hilarious, because it means that Childe and the other Harbingers must think some scholar got the jump on them and stole the Electro Gnosis) 

This is even demonstrated by the only character miscellancy not being voiced by Dainsleif being Wanderer's. We know that it merely rearranges memories instead of changing history because Irminsul does NOT change allegorical fairytales that should not exit, i.e., the fairytale about Scaramouche, which gives him his memories back despite the fact that those memories, by all accounts, should not exist anymore. Notably, the Traveler was not affected by these changes.

Aether appears to have an innate resistance to the mind-altering fuckery of Irminsul. What if the reason for such an immunity is BECAUSE he has a will to rival the world, therefore the world tree cannot influence him? If this is true, this would mean that Lumine, not being a Descender, does NOT have this immunity.

In Archon quest 2.6 Dainsleif says that the gods cursed ANYONE from Khaenri'ah regardless of bloodline, or background. So long as they were from Khaenri'ah, they were cursed.

Lumine was crowned Khaenri'ah ROYALTY and she goes as far as to call Khaenri'ah her "homeland." 

So it stands to reason that she SHOULD NOT be exempt from such a punishment. Dainsleif says that when a god curses you, "it takes effect at a higher level of reality than the person themselves." 

That this is Celestia's way of "branding them at the level of the fate of the world."

If Celestia indiscriminately cursed the people of Khaenri'ah wouldn't it make sense that because Lumine is NOT a Descender and therefore UNABLE to "defy the fate of the world" that she may also be unable to defy a curse that takes place at the "level of the fate of the world?"

And IF she is cursed, perhaps she has been cursed in a completely different way because of her role in Khaenri'ah. I know Dainsleif says that everyone was indiscriminately cursed, but if that were true, why would some Khaenri'an citizens be cursed with the "Curse of the wilderness," (as Clothar coins it) and some be cursed to immortality? It seems to me that Khaenri'ans with a higher level of influence were cursed differently than those with little to no influence. Dainsleif was the head of the Royal Guards and even given a special title, Clothar was part of the Reagent family, as was Kaeya's father, Pierro was a Royal Advisor, Rhinedottir was the spearhead of the Royal Alchemists, and they were ALL cursed to immortality rather than being cursed with the Curse of the Wilderness. While we do not have a complete list of Khaenri'an people who were cursed to immortality, it stands to reason that based off this small subset that perhaps rank, or rather, importance does play a role in this curse.

Meanwhile, other members of the royal guard and the regular citizens were cursed to be hilichurls or shadowy husks. Why is this? If higher ranking members of Khaenri'an society are considered greater sinners, then Lumine must also be included in this. 

This may also be why after witnessing Caribert's near curse break that she decided to join forces with the Abyss. Clothar even managed to ACTUALLY die, which by all of Dainsleif's and Clothar's accounts, should not be possible. Dainsleif himself says that death is not the same when you're under said curse, that death is just the "death of the mind"

The fact that the Abyss can circumvent this suggests that the Abyss has a will that is able to rival the world (which is really strange because this suggests that the Abyss could possibly be a Descender/on par with one) In fact, the Abyss is referred to synonymously with the act of "Rebirth" several times by both Khaenri'ans and the Ordo.

The Abyssal entity gives Clothar abyssal energy and tells him to be reborn as a "Transcendant One," the Ordo's notes tell of a play involving an "Ajax" or "Aias" that fell into the Abyss to be reborn as a "holy infant." This play could be another allegorical fairytale meant to resist Irminsul's tampering.

Clothar also tells Lumine that Caribert became the Loom of Fate and was reborn. The Ordo's notes also suggest that if you do not go through this process of rebirth to "become a primordial human" (or rather a Descender as they conflate it to) that it is inevitable to avoid being tied to the fate of the world.

It has been established from nearly the very beginning of the game that the sky above Teyvat is fake. Scaramouche is the one who informs us, or rather, reminds his Fatui soldiers of such a truth.

Neuvillete's character stories help piece together that the constellations in this fake sky are Celestia's way of controlling the fates of the people/creatures that exist within Teyvat. In the Narzissenkruez Ordo, the notes previously mentioned also suggest that when recieving a vision, and therefore a constellation that you're "selling yourself to the fate of the world"

Celestia does this by either binding them at the same level as the fate of the world, or by other means that haven't been established. You could suggest that these "Thrones" are HOW Celestia seals people's fates. I will admit, I cannot speculate much on these, as all we have to go by is Lumine's mention of them, and Egeria supposedly destroying hers, but I do suggest watching Ashikai's theory video about the Gnosis, Descenders and Thrones from Archon Quest 4.2. I enjoy her content quite a bit (even if I don't always agree with her theories), and I will admit that I had been inspired to make a theory of my own because of her.

Lumine may not just be trying to fight fate for the sake of Khaenri'ah, but also for herself. Lumine's curse may have taken place when she became trapped by the Sustainer of Heavenly Principles.

When encountering said Sustainer, they mention that it's the arrogation of mankind that has caused such an event to happen, inadvertedly including the twins in this sin of arrogation. Dainsleif says that he and Lumine "took part in a painful journey of searching for their fates," but that their journey didn't end at the same time.

In 3.2 Nahida said that Lumine's fate was obscured during this journey, and is continuously being done so. This could be because of the curse taking effect, or the Abyss' own doing.

In Archon quest 1.4 Lumine says that until she topples the divine thrones, her "war with destiny will see no end"

In fact, we may have already seen the toll this supposed curse has taken on Lumine. During the "We will be reunited" story teaser, when told that her brother is the one who was thwarting the abyss' plans for Dvalin, she appeared confused, and seemed as if she had even forgotten she even had a sibling in the first place before recalling the events of the opening.

If Lumine is cursed, she may also be subjected to the same errosion that Dainsleif and the other immortal Khaenri'ans are/were subject to.   

Lumine's goal to revive the homeland could indeed be a minor stepping stone on her path of war. The Loom of Fate must be the Abyss' way to circumvent the will of the world by either becoming these primordial humans, or by being reborn as something else entirely. While Dainsleif doesn't believe breaking the curse is possible without burning away an integral part of you, it might be entirely possible to become something new altogether, like how Caribert supposedly did.

Lumine tells Aether in 1.4 that once he realizes the true nature of the world, that he will side with her/understand her motives. 

It really begs the question on what this truth actually is. If I'm being honest, this is really where my theory ends. We don't have much more lore to speculate on what this curse truly is, but it's likely something that makes it impossible for Lumine to even leave Teyvat.

If Lumine is able to be branded at the same level as the fate of the world, I wonder what other fates Irminsul has tampered with that she cannot percieve. We'll just have to wait until more story content comes out, but I have been patiently (and excitedly) awaiting another Dainsleif lore dump!

So, what do you think? Do you think it's possible for Lumine to be cursed, and how badly do you think her curse affects her?

I actually have a theory about Dainsleif's true goal not being to stop the abyss, but that's on the backburner. I was debating combing these two theories, but realized it might be waaaay too long. If I do finish it, you'll likely see the theory of Lumine being cursed to be integral to it! I spent a good bit on this theory, and obviously, this is just that, a theory, so don't be too harsh with me 🙏

All of these screenshots are from my main and alt accounts. I only had this theory brewing for a few weeks, so I was not able to get to Sumeru on my alt Account for the 3.5 screenshots, and I didn't want to use someone else's screenshots for it, nor wait a few weeks to have enough story keys on my alt, so I apologize for the lack of those 😔

[loveless-arobee]

The answer to the question whether I will start writing now or spend more time drawing more characters is that I’ll draw another fanart for the Rook and Rose series. This time my boy Vargo, and his friend Iascat.

Vargo getting his long needed rest. He deserves it. And so does Iascat tbh.

I’m a very focused and hard working individual /j

And I am very normal about Vargo and Iascat and their relationship. You can see just how normal I am about them below the cut.

Spoilers ahead, obviously.

So, for those who wanna hear about what I have to say without knowing the context: Vargo, one of the main characters, is AroAllo and in a sexual relationship with Iascat. While their relationship starts of mutually using each other for getting what they want (sex and touch in Iascat’s case, and information for Vargo), they do become more like friends over the course of the books (especially the last one) while still keeping up the sexual side of their relationship.

And damn was it refreshing to see a sexual relationship that isn’t treated as a bad thing, or something that has to change to include romance later, or stop all together. No, it was treated as something completely neutral–just something that is there. At times even positive, dare I say!

And it is so awesome to see a relationship that’s based in sex, that only happened because of sex, represented as something good.

While Iascat’s sexuality is never confirmed, I like to think of him as AroAllo, too, for multiple reasons.

I think his wish to have a romantic relationship, while at the same time doing nothing to get one, is a very aromantic experience. And I assume a lot of this is coming from his aunt who has a very deep desire to have a romantic relationship, while her cursed medallion makes her basically unable to keep one up, while also making her desire for a relationship even stronger.

With how the medallions work, Iascat is probably also influenced it that same way, and his "desire for romance" is actually not really his own, but an extension of his aunt’s (because, well, Iascat is mostly treated as an extension of her by his aunt.)

The second reason is his actions. When his aunt is put under house arrest and he becomes head of his house, so is basically able to do what he want and seek out the romance he apparently wants, the first thing he does when he has time is fuck Vargo, of whom he knows that there’s no chance of romance.

That doesn’t shout alloromantic to me tbh.

And the only times he ever says or thinks anything about wanting a romantic relationship with Vargo, or anyone, is when he’s under the influence of his Tuat medallion.

Story-wise, he lets go of that desire and wish by destroying his medallion, yet keeps the sexual relationship with Vargo.

I like to think that after all the shit in the books goes down and there’s something like peace, Iascat takes the time to think about what he actually wants without being controlled by magic; because his actions show something much different from his words, and he could see that he’s actually a lot like Vargo and likes what they have, and doesn’t actually want a romantic relationship like his aunt always demonstrated.

So, to conclude, he’s AroAllo to me and I won’t take any second opinions on that. It’s fact now. I’m definitely not projecting onto the man. Leave me alone /j

But yeah, I really enjoy that a sexual relationship is portrayed in a positive manner, and that an aromantic character is allowed to exist without constantly having to explain or defend himself. Vargo isn’t ever questioned, the people who know him a bit closer just learn rather quickly that he isn’t up for romance. And I love that.

It’s probably also what makes alloros so unable to understand that he’s aromantic, because he doesn’t have to outright say it constantly, or even ever.

What might have helped with that would be the conversation that Vargo and Iascat have about their relationship being on page. Though that would fuck over the pacing, and seem quite out of place, since it’s in the third book and they kinda have other problems to solve. The conversation is once referred to, and it becomes quite clear (to me, at least, as an aro), that during that conversation Vargo has made it clear to Iascat that romance wasn’t on the table, and Iascat accepted that.

So. While It’d have been cool to read how Vargo directly describes his emotions, and how Iascat reacts to that, it wouldn’t have fit the plot and pacing of the third book. I get that.

I cannot imagine that I only read these books because I wrote a rant in some TikTok comments about the lack of AroAllo rep and someone told me about it. I am forever grateful for that person, but also hate them because this book is occupying my mind so much more than any other book I’ve ever read. Normally books aren’t in my mind like this months after I read them. I cannot read a different book even if I want to.

So. Yay, AroAllo rep.

Thanks for reading my stupid rant, ig?