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Link Click Season 2 Episode 10 pt1
Okay. Taking a deep breath before documenting my thoughts because that was some info we got.
like first off --
How did he do that???
When I tell you I paused the episode and put my head in my hands for five minutes.
I have some dead end theories, but for now that one is a mystery for future me to chew on.
What I want to discuss:
Now that we have confirmation, I want to start talking about the implications of mixing and matching our character's abilities. This gets dark. If you want to live in a brighter world with happier theories, look away. I don't blame you.
Lu Guang can see into the future of a photograph through the eyes of its photographer.
Cheng Xiaoshi can possess the photographer and even feel their emotions.
Li Tianxi can see through a photograph what a person in the present is doing and feeling.
Li Tianchen possesses people in the present through touch.
There's a reason these abilities are paired as they are. If Li Tianchen worked with Lu Guang? Well, he could see the photograph. That's no benefit.
If Li Tianxi worked with Lu Guang? Similar issue. She goes to the present and gains memory. No need to see the past.
If Cheng Xiaoshi works with Li Tianxi? Well, yeah, they just did that. It's useful for undercover intelligence gathering, but not much else.
If Cheng Xiaoshi works with Li Tianchen? This is where things can get scary.
A dark thought has been nagging at me. And now that we have confirmation on what each individual twin's powers are are, I'm ready to discuss.
I’m interested, logistically, in what would occur if Cheng Xiaoshi and Li Tianchen combined powers.
They both have a possession ability.
They both take over a body.
Each time we see Li Tianchen take possession of a body that Cheng Xiaoshi is occupying, Cheng Xiaoshi is forcibly evicted.
Yes, I understand that these possessions have been coming from opposing sources and not one source traveling through another. That's the point.
I don't think this will work out as simply as anyone wants it to.
Li Tianxi doesn't have a possession ability. She's just an observer and an empath.
Cheng Xiaoshi does have a possession ability. And he, too, feels their emotions.
If Li Tianchen dives into a photo through Cheng Xiaoshi, how aware would Cheng Xiaoshi still be? Even Li Tianxi maintains some awareness if her ability is used (and that was a horrifying thought I'd suppressed for weeks, thanks Link Click, I hate being right.)
Look, both Li Tianchen and Qian Jin seem to think that Cheng Xiaoshi can change the past. But from Cheng Xiaoshi's current perspective? He can't. He's tried. In his experience what has happened -- will happen. That logic has been his sword. And to "leave the past be" is drilled into his mind.
I think -- and honestly I pray that someone talks me down from this because I hate this thought--
I think that Li Tianchen wants to protect his sister. I think that Li Tianchen doesn't want to change the past. He doesn't want to bring anyone back to life.
I think Li Tianchen just wants to make it so those acts weren't committed by Li Tianxi.
And if -- and admittedly this is stretching it -- but if somehow Li Tianchen had the foresight to send a selfie to a certain phone before each person died...?
He's found a way.
#This gets super dark I'm sorry#but LTXs story is already a nightmare#Another post will be needed to supply evidence I have more thoughts on the matter but this is long#I'm slowly going insane and this theory is wild even for me#I realize I contradict myself in tiny ways each time post#new episodes mean evolving thoughts#but I'm stuck in all the holes please dig me out#link click#时光代理人#shiguang dailiren#link click spoilers#my lc theories
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Arcanist's "Perception" & The Unseen World
Hello! I'm back at it again with a fascinating look into analyzing new information from the recent event in global that help solidify certain headcanons and theories I have about arcanist genetics/behavior and how much more they're different from humans.
It focuses on the Meditator's Realm and how it supports something I've already had assumptions on and that is:
Arcanists can tangibly see and interact with things others, mostly humans, can't. This apply to other arcanists as well even if some can theoretically perceive them.
This is a long read, so take your time.
Let's start with what I mean by their perception creating tangibility on what an arcanist can see and interact with. Arcanists are highly sensitive to strong emotions and their thought process works differently on how they manage it. Using Kaalaa Baunaa as an example, we can see how she manifests stress and anxiety as a literal monster stalking her with the proposal papers as its "anchor" or main source of the strong emotions:
This is one of the many ways arcanists "perceive" emotions that makes sense to them and through Deep Meditative Thought (Gnosis), they can compartmentalize it into a more coherent structure that would be more similar to how humans deal with strong emotional response without it manifesting into strong "hallucinations."
But are they really hallucinations?
Not quite. While the emotional state can be seen as delusions, they're very much real to arcanists for one specific reason: Their core. I forgot the actual term they use for it (it could actually just be Gnosis honestly), but one of the biggest biological difference between humans and arcanists is that arcanists apparently have some kind of stone in their brain that's theorized to be the deciding factor of how they can use arcanum and "perceive" wild things.
But the "delusions", according to humans, are actual solid things the arcanists can interact with. They're tangible and real, but invisible to the naked eye with only a particular set of individuals being able to "see" them. These unseeing things becomes what's known as "myths" or "cryptids" to humans. But even arcanists find it hard to perceive these things as they're not specialized in it.
We can see this in Tooth Fairy.
While other arcanists can see the tooth fairies in her jar (which has unique properties meant to contain them), the "other fairies" that surround her constantly and more freely are invisible to them both in sight and hearing.
This leads me to believe that each arcanists see many "unseen things" differently and purely based on their skills and capabilities, but have the potential to "see" what other arcanists see either with the right tools (anchor) or enough practice.
People who try to "perceive" these things without proper training or equipment to "observe" them carefully can lead to a lot of mental distress, even insanity. Commonly humans because:
Humans are creatures that go by the motto of "Fact over fiction" or "Seeing is believing", but when actually facing the truth of things, they buckle under the pressure.
But that doesn't mean arcanists are immune to these effects either.
This is one of Baby Blue's "items" that she brought back from "Wonderland" and it's unstable and imperfect. Even UTTU's arcanist staff slowly lose the sense to properly "perceive" the item if they look too long both because it's incomplete and it's an "unseen thing" that only Baby Blue has fully deciphered in her head. It's a tangible, solid shape to her, but a confusing distorted attempt to mimic the real thing to others. It could also be due to the fact it's not from their world, but from "Wonderland", a place slightly different from their own.
But how did she manage to bring it into reality that even untrained arcanist eyes can "perceive" it with only minor consequences of lengthy observation to it?
This is where the Meditator's Realm comes into play.
It's described as a Realm that "mirrors" reality that can be entered through a special meditative form and connects the Deep Thought (Gnosis) of arcanists to it, allowing them to explore and interact with it to some degree.
Kaalaa Baunaa even compares it to dreaming, but more specifically she's referring to what humans call Lucid Dreaming. It's a form of astral projection where the soul disconnects from the body after entering REM sleep. A deep meditative state achieved through sleep. This is further supported from Baby Blue's interview about "Wonderland":
The implication is staggering as this could mean that even humans can enter this realm through lucid dreaming, but can't achieve as great of an influence there as arcanists who are naturally born to view everything in reality as different. The Meditator's Realm could be proof of a parallel world anyone can access with enough skill and resources.
Like the Manus Vindictae.
Their goals for wanting to reverse the world is still unknown, but with the new insight about the Meditator's Realm, we can speculate that how the Storm operates is through the collapse and bridging between "Reality" and a "Mirrored Reality." And with the Manus' intention of "bringing the world to the right course of history", the possibility of them selecting one of these parallel worlds and attempt to merge it with theirs by "erasing" parts to later glue fragments from another into it is more and more possible.
And an arcanist's ability to "perceive" the unseen realms becomes a very prevalent key to surviving a Storm.
Because with this, they can see the "in between" and the moment "reality" and the "mirrored world" starts conflicting before the Storm takes everything away due to the unstable consequences of bringing two worlds together.
They're still not immune when the Storm actually arrives, but just simply being able to "see" the signs gives them an advantage in braving it.
TLDR; Arcanists not only think differently from humans, but can see and interact with things far beyond the scope of "reality" that even other arcanists find hard to understand without training or an anchor.
The Meditator's Realm could be potential proof of parallel worlds and could be how the Manus dictates the course of what era they want to reach. As well as the unstable collision between "reality" and the "mirrored world" could be how the Storm operates.
Thank you for reading! Hope this fascinates you into thinking other theories about the Meditator's Realm and what could this mean for the world lore and arcanists.
#reverse 1999#reverse 1999 lore discussion#surprise surprise it's a theory crafting and analysis that wasn't fueled by Schneider brainrot#UNLESS...nah lmao
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Oh my gosh!!! Congrats on the follower milestone!! It's so amazing to see your blog grow and you deserve so many more followers 💕
I think I'm gonna go with 🧐 but I'm gonna be super boring because you mentioned it in your example and now I have to know!! how did Hunter figured out that the reader's attracted to them in “Absence//Fonder” 👀👀👀
Thank you so much, Deeja!!! You continue to be a major and amazing part of my time here, and you inspire me so much! Also coming up with all kinds of wild adventures for Rex’s scalpel jockey and the 501st is *chef’s kiss*, grade A+++++, good soup, 5 stars, ask for seconds 🤩
So there were several different incidents where Hunter noticed something was definitely up. Here are 2 of those times because I don’t have an ounce of self-control:
Warnings: incredibly suggestive, thoughts about marking, thoughts about fingering, Hunter’s senses doing what they do when your body does what it does 👀, if I missed something lemme know.
The time when your datapad landed you in a cold shower:
After dinner, you, Hunter and Tech had decided to relax in the barracks instead of joining the others in the range. You sat cross legged on the table, as you so often did when Crosshair wasn’t there to stop you, while you fiddled with your holopad. You’d been trying to download a game before dinner, and it still wasn’t finished. You stopped the download, restarted, and ran through the whole process again only for it to stick in the same place.
Releasing a noise of irritation, you ran through the process again, your face scrunched in frustration. You were about to give up and fill out a requisition form for a replacement when Tech came up behind you.
“You are making an uncharacteristic amount of upset noises. What appears to be the trouble?” He asked.
“This blasted thing won’t complete my download, and it keeps giving me an error message.”
He peered over your shoulder, his chest pressed gently to your back.
“Oh, that’s an easy fix,” he said, as he reached around you. His face just barely brushed yours, and you could feel the slight twitches in his muscles, as he began tapping away on the screen.
Hunter looked up from a twirling his vibroblade to watch the pair of you. Once again, your heart was dancing in your chest, and the scent of your body wanting, needing to be touched was driving him insane.
This wasn’t even a new level of intimacy. None of them really maintained physical boundaries with you anymore, save Crosshair, and even he wasn’t as stringent about it as he used to be. The Marauder wasn’t very big, and you’d stopped being precious about space, privacy, and nudity pretty quickly.
The knife continued to move through his fingers. Twirling up, as he watched you swallow. Spinning down while you worried your bottom lip between your teeth.
Forward in time to your fingers tapping along the back of the device clutched in your hands. Backwards, as you shifted your hips. Hunter knew without a doubt that if he could slide his hand beneath the waistband of your body glove, you would be slick and ready.
The knife moved faster, practically on autopilot while Tech continued to hold you in place, working on the screen in your hands until the error message was cleared out, and the download you’d been attempting completed.
“Thanks, Tech,” you said in a soft, breathy voice.
“You’re welcome,” he replied, moving around the table to sit down and work on a project of his own.
Hunter sheathed his knife with a click, noting the way you watched Tech a moment before turning your attention to the game you’d downloaded. Your breathing pattern remained irregular, and the smell of your desire was permeating the room. He was almost relieved when you announced you were showering and practically fled the room.
After the door shut behind you, Hunter swallowed, and exhaled slowly.
“Did you do that on purpose?” He asked, sliding out of his bunk to take a seat at the table with Tech.
“I was helping you test your theory. Was I successful?” Tech replied without looking up.
“Her heart was pounding so loudly, I could barely hear what you were saying,” Hunter said.
“I’ll take that as a yes. You’re welcome.”
“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it, Tech,” Hunter said in a teasing tone.
“That was never in doubt,” Tech replied, continuing to focus on his project.
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The time when you definitely didn’t fuck up the Marauder with your lack of piloting skills:
“You know, if you weren’t such a hot shot, we could do this less often,” you grunted out as you strained to loosen a bolt on the Marauder.
“Technically, the current repairs were necessitated by your need to be ‘hot shot’ as you so eloquently put it,” Tech replied.
You heard Echo’s muffled chuckle from somewhere to your left, and your face burned. You were glad Tech couldn’t see the look on your face from his position farther aft. You didn’t have your bucket on, so your lack of a poker face would be a true disservice to you here. In fact you didn’t have any of your armor on.
It was absolutely sweltering on the backwater planet you were stuck on for the time being, so you were stripped down to your underwear.
The boys were equally undressed, and you’d slathered them all down with skin protectants to prevent them from burning. Mostly Crosshair. He was already prickly, and the last thing you or anyone else wanted was to deal with him sunburnt and peeling.
Wrecker had you up on his shoulders, so you could reach the necessary panels, and you couldn’t believe how hot he was beneath you. Clones ran hot, but Wrecker was a damn sun.
“Wrecker, I’m gonna have to check my thighs for burns after this. How are you this hot?” You asked.
“You’re the doctor, you tell me,” He replied, chuckling.
“Fair point. Pass me the spanner wrench please,” you asked with a smile. “With any luck we’ll be done soon, and we can get out of here.”
“You could try focusing on medicine and not piloting, and we can avoid things like this in the future,” Crosshair said, placing a toothpick between his lips.
“You know, Cross, it’s amazing how you have the best eyesight in the galaxy, and you still can’t watch your mouth,” you snapped, the heat having sapped every ounce of your patience.
Crosshair looked absolutely stunned, and scoffed before disappearing into the ship. Clearly it was too hot to bother bickering with you this time.
Wrecker buried his face against one of your thighs to muffle his laughter, and a jolt shot through your core. His lips and teeth pressed against the sensitive skin, if he wanted he could bite down, mark your skin. Only the two of you would know.
Don’t go there. You chastised yourself. It was not right to think of him like that, right? Besides you were in a terrible position to get aroused. Think unsexy thoughts, you thought taking a deep breath, as you began reciting all of the bones in the human body.
Hunter had been content to focus on inventory while you all worked on repairs, but he couldn’t ignore your heartbeat pounding in his ears like a war drum. He strolled down the ramp of the ship, under the pretense of stretching his legs, easily finding you perched atop Wrecker’s shoulders.
Wrecker’s hands had a light grip on your bare thighs, and Hunter could hear the strain in your breathing. Deep inhale, shaky exhale.
His nose caught the faintest hint of your arousal, and he had to retreat back into the ship. He’d tried his best to get used to it, as it was bound to happen every now and then, but it still hit him like a rampaging rancor every time. His body reacted as quickly as yours these days. You didn’t even know what you were putting him through.
“Did Dr. Brat annoy you too?” Crosshair asked from his bunk, as Hunter made his way back to storage.
“No, she saves that just for you, Crosshair,” he said with a smirk, nearly laughing when his brother’s heart skipped a beat.
tagging: @dystopicjumpsuit @iamburdened @sunshinesdaydream @dukeoftheblackstar @rexxdjarin @wolffegirlsunite @sleepingsun501 @808tsuika @wings-and-beskar (think you’ll enjoy this too!)
#I have so many of these it’s embarrassing#but also I love this fic so I ain’t even mad#series: absence//fonder#seven writes#seven answers#seven and the 2 century celebration 🍾#the bad batch x reader#the bad batch fanfiction#tbb hunter#tbb hunter x reader#tbb tech#tbb tech x reader#tbb wrecker#tbb wrecker x reader#reader insert
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Hoi! 🙂 Any theories about why Kpp’Ar was able to move in his coin when Rayla looked at it, and what that is supposed to foreshadow?
We do see Runaan moving in his coin early on, which I think a lot of people forgot about when they saw Kpp'Ar do it:
and that is a different pose from where he has settled when the coins come into Rayla's possession:
It's actually very important from a storytelling communication standpoint that Runaan move when we first see him in the coin, because the audience needs that cue that he's alive and trapped. I bring this up because there are quite a few places where the "rules" of magic are bent or inconsistent in order to preserve storytelling impact or theme. This is particularly true of Viren's corrupted face appearing, but I'm sure there are others. Maybe we'll eventually get some piece of info that ties all of that together, but maybe we won't! Sometimes the answer is "what the story is trying to say is more important than the rules."
Anyway, there are kind of two questions at hand, here: 1) how is Kpp'Ar able to move in his coin? and 2) how is Kpp'Ar even able to perceive Rayla in order to move and look at her? I find the second question more interesting so I'll start there.
Possible scenarios:
Everyone in the coins has full perception of the world around them. Now, fifteen days of solitary confinement can be enough to do psychological damage. Add sensory deprivation on top of that, say being kept in a fucking pouch? Possibly for years? The same person is not coming out of that coin as went into it.
I mean, heck, maybe that's the answer: maybe everyone can move in the coins at any time, but once you've suffered enough psychological damage from the situation to go catatonic, you just kinda... don't.
Everyone in the coins has no perception of the world around them, being either in a state of stasis with no perception of time, to eventually wake up as if they are still at the moment of being trapped, or existing in some kind of weird dreamscape.
Some fudged option where they have full perception of the outside world but somehow this doesn't cause massive, irreversible trauma to Rayla's family. Realistically, I think this is the one we should probably expect.
So if we assume that you can't perceive the outside world with normal senses from inside the coin, how does Kpp'Ar know to turn and "look" when his coin is picked up? WELL, here is my theory: dark mages, as their corruption builds, become sensitive to both dark and primal magic. The coins themselves are at least partially inherently linked with dark magic, so sensing that isn't going to help much... but who picks up Kpp'Ar? Rayla, who has a natural connection to the magic of the Moon primal.
That is absolutely not going to be the actual answer and I'm just insane, but shut up let me have this.
As for why he is capable of moving... well, the easiest plausible explanation is that it's because he's also a dark mage and having the right kind of knowledge or strength lets you struggle a bit better. I assume since we see Runaan moving early on but not later, the magic kind of slowly solidifies.
Alternately, if we want to get just a little bit wild: in his dream, Viren asks Kpp'Ar what's wrong with his arm. Now, Viren reacts with surprise to Kpp'Ar's presence in what I will remind everyone is Viren's own secret study, right where his coin is stashed. How is he there? Did he somehow get out? But the implication is that Kpp'Ar wasn't like that when Viren put him in the coin. So if we theorize that actually, the people in the coins occupy a weird little personal prison Aaravos-style... well, someone's been busy.
Relevant:
There's also the fact that the symbol on the back of the coins is very reminiscent of the deep magic symbol (which might be worth its own post at some point, because they are not the same but also too similar to be unrelated), and given the provenance of the staff, there may be something deeper going on there, magic-wise.
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Ok, I'm going to slide in here and awkwardly ask something, but feel free to ignore it: if you had full creative control of the show, how would you run season 5? You can pick and choose whatever leaks you want to include.
Bless your soul, you are truly such a positive and lovely force in this fandom from your meta to your gorgeous gifsets and writing! I’ve seen so many good answers today on my dash and while I have kind of abandoned canon post-4x17, I can’t pretend I haven’t been paying attention in the hopes that they can eventually get me back on board.
ANYWAY so I continue to find both Archie and Betty’s actions SO out of character, and I’m personally of the mind that the most fun/Riverdaleian way to solve this would’ve been for the mystery to somehow explain it
I’d be all for @sullypants’ tinfoil hat conspiracy theory that Charles somehow manipulated Betty and Archie to break up bughead or some other very riverdale explanation that involves cults, the Stonies, or even a grand alliance of past villains conspiring to break up bughead bc they are Too Powerful against their foes.
I also just headcanon Betty and Jughead as truly being the only one for each other so I feel like I’d be a lot less excited to see either of them with the anti-Jug or anti-Betty that others have predicted, tho I do think that makes sense. So here’s my insane idea for how to avoid that—this is truly wild and ridiculous but—wouldn’t it be so fun if Bughead didn’t break up bc of the kiss, but it’s somehow implied they broke up during college along with Varchie and Choni...Then we flash forward and find Betty and Jughead both in riverdale, acting like they’re broken up, only to find by the end of the episode(s) that they are actually still together but needed to go undercover as not-together in order to investigative whatever strange thing brings everyone back to town? I would love to see these two with their own PI firm (Betty would never be able to stay within FBI rules imo) and we’d still get all the cuteness of having to pretend publicly that they’re not in love. I love the idea of jug as a successful author in theory but it also feels very young for that so I’d just be here for knowing that his PI work with love of his life betty is what fuels his writing whether or not he’s published yet.
I just want my investigative duo bughead and I’ve always just loved the idea that they’re the mom and dad of the friend group, the only ones who are still together since high school (a la Naley in OTH minus the injury/near-broken marriage) who end up relationship counseling their friends as they navigate their exes.
Other things on my wishlist include:
Bisexual Archie AND bisexual Veronica slowly finding their way back to each other (and Veronica being wildly successful. I could see her single, playing the field, perhaps too damaged from her breakup with Archie to truly let anyone in. I see her more as Brooke Davis in OTH post Lucas Scott heartbreak you know? So strong except when it comes to love bc she’s so bruised.)
Also keeping Choni apart for longer before they find their way back to each other bc their original relationship development was 100% the weakest of the three big ships and they deserve better build up
More mechanic Betty!
Toni, Reggie, Kevin, and the Pussycats having full storylines. I’d love for Toni to be part of the main mystery for once bc I always felt her dynamic with Betty and Jughead is underused.
More group scenes! Everyone actually playing a role in the overall narrative while having an individual journey that makes sense for their character.
More core four friendship — would actually want to see Jarchie, Beronica, even the Barchie FRIENDSHIP given more care and attention.
Idk I feel like there’s a ton more I would’ve said after 4x16 but I have so much less creativity or hope for canon riverdale than I used to. Am loving seeing all the responses tho!!!
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●The Blush Bet●
Pt. III: Our Love. . .
Summary: After their first non-official date, Taika can't get (Y/N) out of his mind. Every time he opens his phone, it's open to her number and a drafted text lays there and taunts him. He sees her at work and longs for her lips on his. There's never a perfect time to strike and it's all left to spoil until he's on her porch, love stricken, and knocking on her door.
Warnings: Swearing, alcohol, masturbation and pure porn.
Request: @honorarytenenbaum
A/N: My God, is it hot in here or is it just Taika?
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I saw her today, but a new light was casted on her and now I can't get her out of my head.
I always knew she was beautiful, but now she was gorgeous and she taunts me with that. With every step she takes, her hips sway and I swear my eyes must look like the copper in a an old bell, following her curves back and forth, whether it be when she runs or just walks fast past me.
Pedro has been asking both of us questions about the date, and every time I try to ask how she felt about it, he stops me, says he doesn't trade secrets, then leaves me hanging. Yes, I know the date was awful, putting her in that pink dress that I bought on EBay, but I said it was going to be horrible and I'm commonly a man of my word. Although, sometimes I promise a drama and just end up with a sick comedy most of the time. Dreadful, isn't it?
Just-- The way she looks at me, with her eyes all glittery. Maybe it's a translucent force holding me back from going over to her, grabbing her by the cheeks and smashing her lips on mine. I would beg for it... maybe I could, if she didn't mind.
No, that would be too childish... but she was leaving me no choice at this point.
I had betrayed the very rules that I had laid down on the date. She wasn't allowed to fall in love with me, and me and my snarky pride thought I'd be fine and come out of the date feeling free. God damn it, my ego is too big sometimes. I never knew that a woman could level me with her eyes in mere seconds. It happened once, but that ended horribly, obviously. Maybe this time, it will be good. It could be good. Maybe. Maybe.
We brushed shoulders today in the green room and it took every ounce of my being to not pin her to a wall in front of every one. Just one kiss. Maybe just one kiss would end all this, and my feelings could be extinguished rightfully instead of torturing me over one woman.
Like this morning, it had driven me insane. I had to cook my eggs with a hard on and stopped halfway through to deal with it. Because I still had my dignity left, I went to the bathroom to deal with it.
I dropped my boxers and stared at it for a moment, thinking of the reason why it was here, then I remembered. Her. (Y/N).
Images of her face entered my mind and before I knew it, my hand was stroking my raw cock. The images of her began to change, and now very lewd. She was screaming my name like it was the only word she knew and her body seemed to bounce in front of me with every stroke of my hand. If only it were real. If only I could actually simulate her warm cunt around me.
I stood in front of my sink, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed. My forehead glistened with sweat and I was no longer pumping my hand, but thrusting my hips into it. My free hand gripped the sink and my nails etched invisible lines across the marble. The image of (Y/N) still invaded my vision. Damn it, I was even moaning her name. This wasn't supposed to be the way I found out I was in love with her. I could be moaning any past girl's name or even a dream girl, but no. I tried. I tried so hard, but none of them worked, even in the slightest. I was still drawn to (Y/N) like I was attached to her at the hip. I needed her. I needed her bad.
After work and another wank I managed to get my shit together. Well, almost. So many texts were sprawled into my phone, so many "I miss you" notes and "I love you" sticky notes stuck on the island of my kitchen, idea after idea after idea, but I chickened out of every one of them in the end. I'm supposed to be working on the script, but I'll be damned if I let myself accidentally type "(Y/N)" as one of the names in the typing process.
I buried my face in my hands. She was only one call away. One call.
I picked up my phone and bit my bottom lip as it quivered. I didn't even know what I was going to say. Would I flat out say I love her? No, that's too straightforward. Should I ask if I could... Wait, she's home, isn't she? If I could tell her in person, maybe this feeling would leave. Maybe if I could steal one kiss, my heart would stop pounding every time I thought of her. If I just set my standards really high before I kiss her, I will seem underwhelmed and forget all about my feelings for her.
I took a shaky deep breath, nodding as I clicked onto the dial pad and called a cab. I was going to show up to her door, totally unexpected, and beg her to let me kiss her. If it needs to come down to begging.
It was only a mere lightning flash before I was at her door and my hand was raised in the exact same way it was before we came close to kissing that night. I wonder what would have happened if her lips touched mine. Would I be over her or would she be under me?
Thunder rumbled in the sky above me and I realized that I needed to knock on the door and get in fast, before my new Salmon colored shirt and grey pants got ruined. I sucked up all the courage I had and out it into three stiff knocks on her door.
I could hear shuffling around inside and my foot started to bounce. My cab had already pulled out of the driveway, so there was no going back now. My breath accelerated as the locks started to come undone on the door and my hands clenched and so did my heart.
The door slowly tugged open and there, just past the door, was the face I longed to see all throughout the day.
"I need to talk to you," I whispered hot and heavily, my mind silently taking note that she was only dressed in a massive Prince t-shirt.
"S-Sure, okay," she said in a very surprised and shaky voice. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were wide and a little wild. I must have woken her up, perhaps. She offered to let me inside before the rain started pouring down.
"What do you need to talk about?" She whispered to me as I made my way into her living room, rubbing a thumb over the opposite hand's knuckles.
"A lot of things," I said, looking at all the papers sprawled out on her coffee table, notes taken everywhere. She was working over time. Why? I thought she enjoyed her days off. There was something else I noticed. There was a little glimmer of some kind of liquid on the couch and just by it were prints and marks where she had been sitting and/or laying down on the couch. It made me gulp. I must have caught her doing--... oh my...
"You, uh... You might want to sit down for this," I said cautiously and she scurried over and quickly sat down on the couch, her body partially hiding the wet spot. Now, I knew it was for sure.
I took a deep breath, standing only a coffee table away from her. My hands fiddled about. They'd be in my pocket one minute, then fighting each other the next with brutal squeezes. "(Y/N)," I said, my voice very hoarse, then I shook my head. If I was going to beg, I might as well do it properly. I went around the coffee table and got down on my knees in front of her. "I can't stop thinking about you..." I whisper to her. She seems to go into quiet shock, but she nods her head to tell me to keep going. "I've had you on my mind all day. I've tried to stop, but I can't. I fear that this is some sort of sick obsession that has grown ever since... the night on your porch." I gently clasp her hand in mine. She squeezes it softly and looks down at it.
"It's been the same way with me," she muttered, to my surprise. Then, she started reading my thoughts exactly. "Maybe if I had kissed you, this wouldn't have happened and our lives might have stayed right on track... how we used to be..." She looked down and so did I, at our hands as her thumb brushed over my knuckles. "Friends," she said finally, putting an end to her speech.
"I've had the same theory," I say aloud, and lift my free hand to brush a strand of hair out of her face. "Think it's still worth giving a shot?"
I watched her stomach rise and fall slowly, then our eyes connected again and she began to lean in. No need for verbal agreement, I guessed, since she admitted it. My eyes flutter closed even before our lips completely touch, and our foreheads are the first to meet. In the beginning, we're hesitant, but as we sank in closer and our lips met, we no longer had second thoughts.
The kiss was slow and absorbed in feeling; passion, remorse, need and frustration, creating an ungodly mix of emotions all tangled into one. I failed my own plan again and forgot to set my standards high, but even if I did, she would have met them, just ever so perfectly. She tasted of warm peaches and her bottom lip was like a velvet pillow caressing my own lip. She didn't even need to try to be a good kisser. The sensation alone was magnificent.
We both pulled away at the same time. I was still crouched in front of her and ducked my head down, fingers running over my lips and soft pants parting between them. My heart no longer pounded. It fucking swirled. And so did my stomach, apparently. Oh God, I was falling deeper and deeper in love with her right in front of her.
I suddenly feel her hands move under my jaw and she cupped it, lifting my gaze up to meet hers again, that adorable little look she gave. There was a silent pact taken, an agreement, really...
We both needed more.
I was the first to launch up and capture her lips, and this kiss was much rougher than the last one. We both tilted our heads and I slowly rose from my knees and got onto the couch. She laid back, spreading her legs a little to allow me to lay between them. The moment our crotches touched, however, I stopped. It was warm and wet. So much to the point where I could feel it through my pants. I pulled out of the kiss, my expression skeptical, then my eyes flickered to hers. She was looking away with embarrassment. When I had found out that she had been having her alone time to play with herself, I had figured that she still had something on beneath the shirt to at least answer the door. Short shorts or something... Alas, I was wrong.
To confirm my suspicion, I started to grind on her gently. The more I did so, the more I felt my growing tent get dipped into her heat. I had to see it with my own eyes now.
One of my hands, at one time planted by her head, slipped down to the hem of her baggy shirt and brought it up to her chest, exposing not just her heat but the curve of her breasts. My eyes glossed over and I unconsciously licked my lips. There it was. That SHE was. Glistening wet and beautiful.
"You really had some time to think about me, huh?" I grinned cockily. She smacked my arm and huffed a little, cheeks an alarming red.
"Well, if it makes you uncomfortable, we can just shut this whole thing down before it happens," she said and crossed her arms.
"Who said it made me uncomfortable?" I purr and get close to her stomach, pressing a tender kiss to it, before trailing more down, lower and lower. She panted and whined in anticipation like a dog in heat. Patience was the key, in this situation, and I took my time. During my morning masturbation period, I really do have time to think, besides about what (Y/N) might look like completely nude or dressed in something I might like, and I have a tendency of asking myself questions... questions like what might (Y/N) taste like.
I gently pushed two fingers into her slit, then part her folds, my eyes scan everything from her clit down to her hole. My God, everything about her... It drives me crazy. I dove in, flicking my tongue against her bud and that made her mewl my name ever so softly. I needed more of that. I wanted to hear her scream it.
I licked a fat, hot strip from the bottom to the top. I groaned. Fuck, she tasted delicious. She started to cry out as I ate her out properly. Sucking, licking and flicking my tongue across those deliciously sensitive spots. Her legs lifted up and rested on my shoulders and her soft thighs squeezed my head. I let out a soft groan and that seemed to drive her even more crazy. My God, this woman.
My hands gripped her hips and tugged them close, to keep her from squirming away. It wasn't long before she was moaning even louder and her fingers tugged at my hair harshly. My tongue started to thrust in and out of her, something that I hoped to let my dick do in a matter of moments, once she came on my mouth. I clung to her like crazy and pleasured her until she squirted, but even then I stuck to her, drinking up everything she gave me.
My chin was coated and glistening with her juices and I licked my lips free of her taste. I wanted more, but I also knew that she was waiting for the main show. She sat up and beckoned me forward with a curled digit. She first lifted off her shirt to expose everything to me. I started feeling a little bad, being completely dressed, but I didn't have to worry about that for long.
Her hands went straight for my belt and we worked fast together. I undid my button up and threw it off, along with my white undershirt. I smirked at the eagerness in her actions. She practically ripped my boxers off. I don't think I'll be getting them back after all this. Oh well. My thumb went to her clit once I had tossed everything off, but she grabbed my collar and tugged me close. "No more teasing," she growled hotly in my ear. That made me twitch with want. I nodded and took a deep breath, grabbing her by the thighs and dragging her where she was laying down in front of me.
I caressed her body with my hand and I began to kiss her neck, softly and slowly while I started to push into her tight cunt. She was so much tighter than I imagined. She was everything compared to my lubed up hand. She moaned my name into my ear and started to mewl for me. I let her adjust while gripping her hips tightly. I whispered soft curses into her ear.
I can't believe this moment was happening, that I was starting to pound into her wildly, just how I imagined I'd do it if she had actually been there, on my bathroom sink this morning to help deal with the "problem" that occurred. I should have kissed her a whole lot earlier.
I now bury my face into her bosom and kiss the skin between them while my hips bumped against hers violently and passionately. Never has desecrating someone's couch felt so good before.
Our sinful moans, nature and sounds filled the room. The couch rocked beneath our love making and our lips eventually met again. I could still taste her on the tip of my tongue, her essence. She didn't seem to mind. In fact, I quite think she found it to be a sensual aphrodisiac that fueled the fire in both of us. Her hands explored and unconsciously pleasured me, while my hips went wild and pleasured her.
I left little love nips with my teeth all over her body, claiming my territory. New territory. Man, Pedro is going to blow his top whenever he hears about this. Everyone is, probably, once it gets out on set.
"T-Taika~. Oh, fuck~," (Y/N) cried out and she pulsed and tightened around me. It made her start to thrust faster, giving her a burst of roughness.
"How close are you, love~?" I growl in her ear hotly. She only responded with hot moans and deep pants of my name. I needed an answer, so I smacked her ass roughly and massaged it by digging my fingers into it. She cried out sharply and moaned a weak, breathy, "Close~!"
"Good~," I groaned and bit down roughly on her skin again. I started thrusting faster and faster, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. I could feel it.
Oxygen became less and less of a priority the more we made love and the softer our actions became, all the way up to the peak and that's where our true feelings sparkled the most. I pressed my sweaty forehead against hers as she released on my six inch, then I had to pull it out and coat her thighs with my essence. I let my body sink and the only thing that filled the room was our soft pants of each other's names.
"Won't leave me hanging next time I try to kiss you again, right?" I hum softly and wink at her.
"Of course~," (Y/N) whispered back and made me smile as she leaned up and kissed me, her fingers curling into my hair.
What a woman...
#taika waititi x reader#taika waititi#what we do in the shadows#IG-11#fanfiction#ihopethisisgood#I have never been so nervous about sharing something you guys help
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I just saw a post from @moomota and @dykeenvy that’s all "what if Kaito had the Despair Disease" and then "what if Kaito's version of the disease was honesty disease and he couldn't hide how scared and worried he is", and HELL YES I have no idea why this concept has never occurred to me before but it's GREAT.
One thing I love thinking about with regards to Kaito is what it would be like if Shuichi and Maki could help him with his weaknesses and issues. The problem with that is that to do so they first need to understand his issues, and there is absolutely no way that is ever going to happen under normal circumstances, because Kaito is so goddamn stubborn about hiding all of his weakness from the surface and especially from his sidekicks. The only way to get to that point is either with extremely gradual elaborate buildup of Kaito slowly realising that maybe it wouldn't be the end of the world to let them see his weakness after all - or to cheat and force it through with some kind of supernatural phenomenon. My list of possible supernatural phenomena that could do this was previously two things long, but this puts it at three!
- Shuichi literally gains mindreading powers and hears what Kaito is thinking (which happens in the Harmonious Heart event in the bonus mode)
- An inexplicable Persona 4 phenomenon occurs and causes Kaito's Shadow, a physical manifestation of everything he’s repressing, to appear (which is the subject of a fic I wrote)
- Kaito gets an "honesty" variant of the Despair Disease (because, let's face it, the Despair Disease is basically a supernatural phenomenon considering its actual reason for happening in DR2)
I like this list. This is a good list. Does anyone have more ideas of things that could be on this list?
[Edit from the future: I do, past me! Here is a fourth idea which is very silly but totally still works.]
[I guess this post is now going to serve as a masterlist for if I ever come up with any other ideas for this, so I can keep them all in one place.]
There's also different ways this could go. Kaito could have emotional honesty disease, meaning he can't hide anything at all and just shows up one morning acting exactly as scared and helpless as he feels. This would be unexpected enough to everyone else that they all assume he's got coward disease and not honesty disease. It's only after a while of taking care of him and listening to his delirious frightened rambling that Shuichi and Maki realise that he's not delirious at all, because the things he's saying make too much sense and are too rooted in things they already know are true about him.
Or, he could have literal honesty disease, meaning he's able to still act in a way that hides how he feels, but he's incapable of speaking anything but the truth. So everything seems normal for most of the day (Kaito probably doesn't even notice his fever because he's already sick anyway), until they're at training and Shuichi notices that Kaito seems a little under the weather to be about to start exercising.
“Are you okay?” Shuichi asks him. “You look a bit pale.”
Kaito smiles casually and says, “Nah, I'm just feeling like total crap ‘cause I'm dying and I hate thi—”
He claps his hand over his mouth too late, his eyes widening in horrified realisation.
The other two stare at him for a moment, stunned. “Huh...? Kaito...?”
Kaito's gaze flicks between them both like he's insanely hoping they maybe didn't hear what he just said. Tentative, he takes his hand off his mouth and forces his smile back in place. “I-I mean I'm—
“—scared as hell that I'm gonna let you guys down and—”
His hand snaps right back to where it was.
Shuichi and Maki keep staring at him. He's no longer looking them in the eye.
“Kaito... what's wrong?”
“Everything!” Kaito blurts out through his hand as if he's compelled to answer the question. He drops his hand in frustration and scowls at himself. “Damn it, I'm tryin’ to tell you I'm fine but I'm not because nothing is fine and what the hell is happening!?”
Shuichi's detective's instincts are going wild with theories attempting to explain what's going on, but one thing he knows for sure right now is that, whatever's wrong with Kaito, he wants to help. He takes a step forward, not sure what he's about to say but opening his mouth to say something—
—and the moment he does, Kaito turns and bolts back to the dorms like he's fleeing for his life.
(Of course, Shuichi and Maki aren't about to leave him be when he's suffering and do eventually manage to convince him to let them help, now that they have an idea of what the problem is. I have no plans to write that whole thing, because it'd be broadly the same as my Shadow Kaito fic and that took me long enough to do as it is, but I really liked the concept of Kaito wearing his usual emotional facade while helplessly blurting out how he really feels, apparently enough so that a spontaneous mini-fic happened.)
(Another edit from the future: here’s an art of how this situation would probably continue to unfold.)
#danganronpa v3#danganronpa v3 spoilers#kaito momota#friends#shuichi saihara#maki harukawa#training trio#my buttons#spontaneous rambling about kaito#apparently that's a recurring tag i have now#ramble#writing#v3 aus#kaito's hero issues
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hey we're all so positive about the secret ep. and i'm just here, super deep into the conspiracy. VERY DEEP AND IT'S A VERY DARK PLACE and i wonder. what would you do if none of these actually happens? that this is already the end and that we're going to age 2 years, 3 years, slowly, gradually losing hope in the lost special and then we don't realize that tfp is it. THAT'S FINISHED.. i would go insane. any advise?
Lots, apparently. xD This got very long - and yeah, deep, too (hopefully, it helps you and maybe others who feel related to this topic):
Well, dear, I hope I can help you with my personal way of coping. I don’t know you or the circumstances you are in, and I don’t think that there’s a general solution to everything, but I myself handle it as the following:
Because I assume that everything in series 4 is messed up on purpose, since some things are certainly nothing but fucky (like TST as a title and a blog entry that coexist without being referenced and without denying the blog at this point at all, rather emphasising in the episode that it’s there and will be updated (made a meta post about it here); or like the glowing skull or making random, unreasonably voiceovers and mocking The Three Garridebs by making them dangle and just kill them off) and Moftiss and everybody else are so quiet regarding the harsh critique, there is intention behind everything. That’s generally why I believe in a Lost Special episode or another series. But, if it should really be the case that we don’t get more footage (which, in my opinion, is rather unlikely by now with the levels of obscurity and coincidences we have reached) and there is nothing more to come - not even a statement by Moftiss, an apology for the queerbait, an explanation of events or anything regarding Sherlock -, I would stick with my favourite theory/theories regarding everything and leave it be. For my own well-being.
I was depressed after TFP, but I got on my feet again fast, because this fandom and its theories are unbelievably convincing and my belief in TJLC is unbreakable, since the narrative doesn’t make sense without including it at all. This show taught me many things, and that’s why I won’t let the show itself down even if Moftiss turn out to be arseholes. Yeah, you’re right, dear anon, we might not know what is yet to come nor how long it will take until we have answers (or answer things for ourselves), and nothing’s fixed, and I’m not saying that being skeptic is a bad thing, BUT:
I discovered for myself that I am much better not sinking into doubts and drowning in them, because (as Sherlock sort of says himself in TGG): Does it help if I let sentiment and doubts overlay the logic I can make of it (by writing meta for instance) and the obvious contradictions that I see and that tell me that I am on the right track? No. It’s a “balance of probability”. (stole this phrase from @teapotsubtext, because it is really everything this is about; hope you don’t mind, by the way - if so, let me know)
I know it’s hard. But the conspiracy doesn’t necessarily have to be a “very dark place”, as you phrased it, anon; you can turn it into whatever you want it to be, there are people to support you, and if you feel exhausted or feel like you can’t go on like this anymore: Take a break, dear. Honestly. Take a break from everything that’s Sherlock-related. I did it once. It’s good. And you may be able to look at things differently if you decide to return afterwards. If not, it’s fine, too.
In conclusion: In case all this turns out badly (a.k.a. we don’t get anything) and you feel disappointed/outraged/depressed/disregarded regarding everything:
Stick with your favourite theory/theories; there’s no more footage coming to prove you wrong.
Write meta or comment about the shit, if you feel like it would be relieving for yourself.
Talk about it to other people in the fandom, if you need support.
Don’t torture yourself by searching for Sherlock-/Moftiss-related stuff when you aren’t 100% sure you are able to handle it emotionally.
Take your time. It’s okay to feel the way you feel; but, if you want it to, it gets better as time goes on.
Remember all the knowledge we gained from conspiring - all the information about ACD, Oscar Wilde, Shakespeare, ARGs, codes, media, ads, story-telling, analyses, subtext and so much more.
And, of course, never forget: Who we really are matters.
Hopefully, this answered your question.
#anonymous#bbc sherlock#no lost special#ways to cope#who we really are matters#the lost special#moftiss#kind of a therapy lesson xD
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