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darthmaulification · 3 years

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A/N: i am on a ROLL. y’all better eat these scraps up, because i cannot promise this consistency to be long-lasting lmao. 💀💀

most of my work focuses on movie maul, but this can also work for clone wars maul too 😚 again, canon divergent bits and pieces thrown throughout because i like to think maul didn’t lose his legs on Naboo, but got a gnarly scar instead, and that he kinda just fucks off for the rest of time. 💀

(also, here’s an Article to expand on the info i mention for the teeth headcanon i talk about in X-tra)

A = affection (how affectionate are they? in what ways do they show it?)

Maul shows his affection for you through the sense he believes is the strongest, most reliable: Touch. He always has a hand on you, whether that be one on your lower back, an arm around your waist, or if he’s feeling bold (which is a lot), a firm hand squeezing your ass, like the womanizer he is. He likes feeling you, your smoothness, your curves and edges, your softness, every and any “flaw” or “imperfection” you may have (he thinks you are perfect). Maul likes you for you; your body, heart, and mind. His affection, relative to him, is fairly pronounced and as your relationship grows, Maul grows more and more open with it, such as teasing you in front of others or kissing you in public settings. As he gets closer and more comfortable with you, his affection becomes bolder, more explicit.

B = beginning (what was the beginning of the relationship like?)

Before you and Maul had start a relationship, and when Maul has that strange nagging inside him that wants you around, he really doesn’t know what he’s feeling and the mystery of it kinda pisses him off. He hates being confused and left in the dark, and that’s exactly what’s happening to him. So at first, Maul is super haughty, super huffy, and overall a bit of an asshole. Scratch that, a major asshole. He acts like a little bitch and puts on a whole façade of “You’re useful to me at the moment but I definitely don’t care about you”. He’s distant, rude, and cold towards you.

But, as you get to know each other better, and start catching feelings for one another, Maul starts to realize that he really doesn’t like it when he drives you away, or when he makes you upset. His attitude towards you changes a bit, he starts wanting you around and tones down on the assholery. Maul’s still a smug bastard, don’t get me wrong, but he’s a smug bastard in an almost friendly way, more playful... more flirty. His quips and jabs towards you stop being hurtful and turn almost silly, like he’s trying to be kind. You both start smiling more with each other, Maul actively seeks to make you laugh, he’s... warmer.

It’s a bit of a mutual thing when you and Maul start an official relationship. It’s after months upon months of pining for one another, dancing around the idea, getting so so close but just keeping that sliver of space between you. At some point, it hits that fever pitch and the dam breaks. Suddenly, you and Maul find yourselves entangled, lip-locked and all desperate, searching hands, and the beginning of the Relationship™ really feels like you’re floating amongst the stars. It’s honestly like a honeymoon feeling.

C = cuddles (do they like to cuddle?)

Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Maul loves to cuddle. He loves being wrapped around you, as close to you as possible. He loves when you have your arms around him, when you rest your head on his chest, when he can feel your heartbeat. He craves those feelings, indulges in the closeness, becomes addicted to cuddling. Maul’s whole life had been one of cold distance, aching loneliness, and pain before meeting you. He’s brutally and heartbreakingly touch-starved, never receiving comfort and only receiving punishment. But with you, the switch is flipped, and he’s shed his Sith ways, and now feels he finally deserves the peace you give him. So yes, Maul loves cuddling.

D = domestic (do they want to settle down? what do they do around the home, outside of work?)

Before, when Maul had still been in the hold of the Sith, domesticity was a word he’d never even heard before. He had been taught that life was a constant, increasingly difficult struggle, and that any alternative to that was weakness. He was taught that there could be no slowing down, no luxury, no comfort— only utilitarian fundamentals. But meeting you, freeing himself from the Sith, he starts finding value in sentimentality and attachments and the little things in life. At first, it startles him, shocks him to think that he could be going soft... that he’s becoming weak. It takes a while for him to escape that mentality, that life is only struggle, but with you it’s easier to drop that thought... it’s appealing even. Maul realizes that he wants that with you, he wants to slow down, to settle, to have something with you meant for just the both of you. He wants a place where you and him can just exist as, well... you and him. You help him see the point to life, to see that living can be enjoyable.

In a couple aspects, Maul’s utilitarian living did result in a few benefits, albeit only the practical ones. Maul’s able to cook, and once he has the opportunity and resources to actually enjoy it (not just seeing it as a necessity), Maul’s really good at it. He particularly enjoys whipping up meat dishes (a staple of the Zabrak diet) but he has the tendency to make them super spicy. He can also clean fairly well, which ironically clashes with his general attitude of making a mess out of just about any room.

E = ending (if they broke up with their s/o, how would they do it?)

Yeesh... this one’s rough. Any situation that would cause Maul to break up with you would have to have been absolutely cataclysmic. Something so fully and utterly devastating, so completely unforgivable would have to have occurred for Maul to even entertain the thought of breaking things off with you. If it ever came to that though (probably the darkest future Maul can imagine for you both) expect Maul’s fiery wrath to rear it’s head, all his rage, his fury. Expect his onslaught of yelling, snarling, frothing at the mouth like a rabid animal, his golden eyes wild, something savage in them. But also expect to see and feel his betrayal, his pain, his sorrow. Ending it with you would be like his heart ripped straight from his chest, and his body set ablaze. Maul never wants to let you go.

F = fiancé (what are their feelings about commitment? how quickly would they want to get married?)

If there is one (1) good thing that Maul learned from being Sith, it would have to be loyalty (albeit, he learned a twisted, warped version of that ideal, but the point still stands). Maul lives for loyalty, he breathes it. So when it comes to his commitment to you, it is strong and unwavering. He is as much yours as you are his.

Now, as much as Maul wants to get married, he has absolutely no patience for any level ceremony or reception. He wants it to be straight to the point, you both say your vows and boom, married. If you want a genuine wedding, you’re really going to have to bribe Maul into it, but he’ll keel with enough kisses and puppy dog eyes.

G = gentle (how gentle are they, physically and emotionally?)

Physically, Maul isn’t exactly gentle, but he isn’t exactly rough either. He has this type of firmness about him, like every movement he makes is calculated, thought out, and purposeful. Everything Maul does has meaning to it, so whether he’s more gentle at times or more rough, it’s because he’s planned it to be like that.

I’d say emotionally, Maul is about the same, but with more of his swirling, oftentimes chaotic, Maul Emotions™ thrown in. He’s a hothead, brash, a bit rough around the edges, and more often than not a bastard, so being emotionally gentle isn’t exactly his forte. But that doesn’t make him not gentle, if you catch my drift. Maul is sweet in a Maul way, as is he kind, tender, and even gentle in a very Maul way.

H = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are they like?)

The first time you hugged Maul he literally was like “What are you doing?” and after a brief, awkward pause where you thought you offended him, he sneered and said, “Do it again”. So yes, Maul likes hugs and he likes them a lot. It’s the same reasoning as why he loves cuddling, Maul is beyond touch-starved and craves closeness from you all the time.

At first, Maul doesn’t actively seek out hugs, but he does kinda sorta really leaves a lot of hints for wanting them. Like, at the beginning, when he wanted to be hugged, he’d stand really close to you and act all indifferent and haughty, but you’d pretty easily tell that he’s asking for a hug without saying the words out loud. As time goes on, Maul honestly just pounces on you from time to time, pulling you in close to his body, arms wrapped around your waist.

Hugs with Maul are honestly amazing. Because he’s a Zabrak, his body temperature sits slightly above the average human’s, making him this living, breathing warm space heater. And just... the absolute heaven that is Maul wrapping his strong arms around you, him digging his face against your neck or in your hair, how he smells like a unique blend of spice and fire... it’s all so perfect.

I = “i love you” (how fast do they say the word?)

The words “I love you” swirled around in Maul’s head for ages before he actually tells you, because for the longest time it never registered to him that that was what they said. He just had this nagging, intrusive thought whenever he lays his eyes on you, or whenever you smile or laugh, or every time he watches you wake up, and how your eyes light up when you see him. It takes a while for it to register that this is love, pure, unadulterated love. When that revelation first hits him, he is absolutely floored. Maul’s entire world implodes and is flipped upside down when he finally recognizes that he loves you. And the change is scary and foreign, but Maul finds that he’s perfectly alright with it. All he has to do is tell you, but he genuinely doesn’t know how.

Maul says “I love you” for the first time when he’s balls deep inside you. Maybe it’s him finally gathering up the courage as he’s above you, pounding away, watching you writhe in bliss, or maybe it’s the floodwaters finally spilling over, and maybe it’s the passion of it all, but he says it nonetheless. It comes out accidentally, slightly clipped, and quickly, but spoken with such honesty and conviction, that even though you’re lost in a pleasurable, lustful haze, it cuts through like a knife. It’s like time stops, and for a moment you think you’ve heard him wrong, but Maul is looking at you with such a fiery intensity that you know he means it. You say “I love you” back, and for the both of you, the entire universe is ignited with fireworks and stars.

J = jealousy (what makes them jealous?)

Oh Maker, Maul gets very jealous, very easily. He’s naturally territorial, which makes him protective, but he has a bad tendency of being possessive, which makes him kinda sorta really react badly if he thinks that someone is making advances on you, which he tends to think a lot. He’ll assume that others are flirting or wooing you, even if they really aren’t, and he’ll assume everyone to be a potential threat to your relationship. It’s honestly a pretty ugly habit of his, and it’s very hard to placate Maul when he is in a jealousy-induced fury. You’ll have to be patient yet firm with him, assure him that he’s yours, but also let him know that this particular behavior is unacceptable, that he can’t keep such a tight leash on you. He’ll definitely get angry and offended, but he needs to hear it and honestly he knows you’re right, but he’s too darn stubborn to admit it. But once you both talk about it, Maul does relent a little and promises to not be as overbearing and possessive, but he doesn’t promise anything should someone still make moves on you. It’s a bit of a lopsided compromise, but one you’ll just have to accept. Though Maul is a bit easier to reel in should it be necessary for you to have to prevent him from disemboweling someone for looking you up.

K = kisses (what are their kisses like? where’s their favorite place to kiss you? what about where they like to be kissed?)

Kissing Maul is just... breathtaking. He kisses with a heated fervor, kisses you like you are a fine wine to be savored, yet enjoyed. He leaves your lips, or any other part of you for that matter, tingling from the balmy warmth of his mouth, perhaps even stinging and tender from his teeth that he has a tendency to utilize. His kisses, while brash and rough, feel as though he uses every fiber of his being to portray to you exactly how important and special you are to him. This sentiment is carried in every kiss you share, the sloppy, wet ones, the deep ones, the brief pecks, the playful ones... There is always that Maul-intensity to them.

His favorite place to kiss you is on the lips. He savors that intimate closeness, likes how your mouths mold and clash together. Maul also thoroughly enjoys claiming your mouth as his, dominating it.

Maul won’t ever say this out loud, but his favorite places to be kissed is on the crown of his head, around his horns, and on his temples. He loves how cute and intimate they are, how whenever you place a kiss on his forehead beneath it feels like he’s special to you, that he’s something, someone, to be worshipped. The same goes for his temples, whenever he feels those kisses on the skin just in front of his ears, he melts.

L = little ones (how are they with children? do they want kids?)

Maul has literally never interacted with a child in his lifetime. He knows absolutely nothing about them. If a child approaches him, he will physically recoil (which is a very funny sight to see). Now, Maul isn’t disgusted or anything by kids, he just... doesn’t know how they work. Kids are a sort of enigma for him, an abstract he just can’t wrap his head around. They are a mystery to him. If anything, Maul is kinda scared by kids (not that he finds them actually frightening, some are rather cute) as its the whole “unknown” aspect to them that he fears. And despite all of this, there’s this weird nagging feeling inside him whenever he’s around a child, something with his very biology that tells him that kids are... something he should want.

And as you help Maul integrate into normal society, whatever normal may be to you both (basically just not a Sith’s normal), he’ll become more accustomed to the existence of children and will actually be pretty charmed by them. Over time, and the more he learns, Maul won’t be so put off by children anymore and... he’ll start listening to that little voice inside him. He’ll mayhaps want some of his own... should you be so inclined. If you want children, woo boy, get ready for a very determined Zabrak make sure that happens, as quickly as possible. And if you aren’t too keen on the idea, Maul understands and respects that. Though you may want to tell him its not because of him you don’t want kids, he might jump to conclusions.

M = mornings (how are mornings spent with them?)

Almost always, Maul wakes up before you. When he does, he spends those few minutes just memorizing your sleeping face, the way that the morning light hits you, remembering your rhythmic, peaceful breathing, everything. He seeks to commit as much as possible to memory, to never forget you, because losing you in any form terrifies him. So, nearly every morning, he watches you wake up, watches how you eyes flutter open, all hazy and unfocused, how you groan softly, then (and this is his favorite part) when you become aware enough to lock gazes with him, and the first thing you do every time, is smile. Then the day commences, and Maul usually gets out of bed first, haphazardly tossing on a pair of pants before he eagerly goes and makes you some caf. With Maul, mornings are very easy, laid back affairs.

Sometimes though, especially if the night before was particularly fun or if he just wakes up in a mood, Maul just might push his body closer to yours, angled just right, and you’ll wake up to kisses and licks on your neck, and a certain something poking against your back. Those are very fun mornings.

N = nights (how are nights spent with them?)

Well... there’s a couple ways nights are spent with Maul (*wink wink*). When you and Maul aren’t doing the do, the later hours of the night are usually spent talking. Maul loves hearing your voice at that low, sleepy murmur, the tone that only comes out under a night sky full of stars, reserved exclusively for him. He likes winding down with you, relaxing in bed, caressing you, kissing slowly... he likes the calmness of it all. If your both too restless, but still too tired for any... exertion, he likes it when you read to him, or watching a cheesy Rodian rom-com that you can both make fun of.

O = open (when do they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once, or wait a while before showing you their vulnerabilities?)

It takes a long time for Maul to open up about himself, honestly. When you first meet, he’s still reeling from the incident on Naboo, his abandoning of the Sith, and of course, the literal lifetime of trauma and abuse he’s never properly dealt with. He’s stopped feeling hurt and pain, and now he’s just angry. Angry at everyone whose wronged him, angry at the universe, angry at himself. There’s a lot of wrath that blinds him at first, that makes it hard for you to understand him, and harder for him to talk about it. There’s also a heartbreaking amount of self-loathing that he carries, so thick that you’ll find yourself peeling back the layers for months. It’s definitely very difficult at first with Maul, he’s so furious and closed off that you’re honestly not sure if you’re getting anywhere half the time. Though it’s little things that start seeping through the cracks at first, cracks that appear whenever his anger wanes. You start picking up on tiny, almost unnoticeable quirks and behaviors Maul has, and little things he says in passing. Eventually, when you both have grown closer, he’ll tell you small, distant things like, “I was taken from my mother at 8 years old” or “I’ve been trained to fight my whole life”. Maul never gets into specifics, and he may never tell you about the extensive abuse he received from the Sith, how every waking moment growing up was filled with utter terror, how he was only a child when he first killed, but everything he does say carries those implications. Maul’s experienced a lot of trauma, loneliness, and fear throughout his life, and not much will ever be explicitly disclosed to you.

(Canon divergent bit) Though, if he were to tell you about one thing, openly and explicitly, it may be his near death experience on Naboo, when he faced the Jedi. Maul bares a very obvious scar from the incident, one the almost bisects him, that is a constant reminder of that brush with death. He’ll share the painful story with you, but he might not share the full truth, like how completely scared and desperate he was, how he cried, how he kept thinking “I’m going to die, I’m going to die”, that he pissed himself out of fear, that it was by some fucking miracle he had enough strength to literally pull himself together and heal his flesh. Maul might not ever share those details.

P = patience (are they easily angered? what are they like when they are angry?)

Yeah... Maul definitely has a bit of an anger problem. Actually, scratch that. He has a lot of an anger problem. Maul is not known for his patience, and has a very, very short fuse. It’s a combination of his already brazen, hot-headed nature and his upbringing by the Sith, who instilled in him the one emotion they overtly allowed: Wrath. After meeting you, he’s working on it, mostly because you bade him to, but also because he fears snapping at you, and in his blind fury saying or, Maker forbid, doing something to you that he may regret. He knows he’s genuinely scary when he gets angry, knows that he can really instill fear in others, and he doesn’t ever want to do that to you.

Q = quizzes (how much do they remember about you? is every detail etched into memory, or do they tend to forget things?)

Maul literally commits everything about you to memory. You are his heart, soul, and entire world all rolled into one perfect being. So naturally, this means that Maul is making sure that you in your entirety is fixed onto his mind’s eye, that everything you say/do/etc, he knows by heart. To him, you are all-consuming, all-important. He damn near worships you. Maul will even pick up on things you don’t tell him, all the little things you may think don’t matter, implicit behaviors and quirks you have. He’ll know when certain conversations/topics are hard for you, he’ll surprise you by remembering some off-hand remark you made. Once you two have been together long enough, Maul will be able to read you like an open book.

R = remember (what’s their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The first time you kissed. Maul has that moment embedded in his memory, every taste, scent, and sight ingrained into his very soul. He remembers how it left him feeling shockwaves, how his hearts were beating so fast he was sure they’d crack his ribcage, the starry-eyed, dreamy, flushed and awestruck look on your face. And, Maker, the smile that graced your wet, reddened lips when you said, “Kiss me again”. Maul treasures that moment.

S = security (how protective are they? how do they show it? would they like to be protected?)

Maul. Is. Very. Protective. He, as mentioned, is naturally territorial (a Zabrak thing) so it makes him rather... possessive over you. He goes above and beyond to make sure that you are absolutely, 100% safe and secure, whenever and wherever. Usually, that safeguard is him, there’s rarely if not ever a moment where he isn’t with you, or at least nearby. It’s honestly a bit suffocating, a bit stifling, how Maul keeps such a heavy presence over you. He does do it for good reason, he fears losing you, but should you feel inhibited or even worse, trapped, let him know. Maul won’t take it lightly at first, and will become defensive, but

T = try (how much effort do they put into the romantics? like dates, anniversaries, etc?)

Maul is romantic in a chaotic, tornado type of way. He’s already a bit of a force of nature, but when it comes to doing something special for the two of you, he becomes a downright whirlwind. Maul kinda has no idea what he’s doing, opting to go with whatever sticks, so dates with him will be spontaneous, adventurous (and maybe a wee bit dangerous), and most importantly, passionate. He wants you to be invested and interested for as long as possible so he makes sure every date is breathtaking.

Though, if your a quieter person, like an introvert or a homebody, Maul will adjust somewhat to better suit you and your tastes. He’ll make sure you still have a good time while still pushing you a little out of your comfort zone. It’s a fine line, however, so if he ever pushes you too far, just tell him and he’ll never do it again (unless you ask, of course).

U = ugly (what are some bad habits of theirs?)

Maul has a pretty bad habit of being physically self-destructive. Sometimes, if something’s happened that he feels is his fault or he should have prevented, Maul will take it out on himself. This may be by punching a wall until his knuckles bleed, or training so hard his hearts feel like they’re at the brink of faltering. Maul also justifies it by claiming he deserves it, a sad leftover of all the abuse he took when he was a young, scared child, indoctrinated by the Sith. Over time, with you, the physically destructive tendencies become less and less frequent, but that mental wound may be there forever.

His other main bad habit is his temper. Maul gets very heated, very quickly, and it is very hard to calm him down. The slightest thing can and will set him off, especially if he’s already having a bad or stressful day, and he will snap at you, say things he’ll regret, might do things he’ll regret, and become pretty intimidating overall. An angry Maul is a very scary, dangerous Maul, one that can and has hurt people.

His anger stems in part from him already being a bit hotheaded in nature, but mostly from his harsh, unforgiving upbringing. He was literally raised Sith, and he was taught that essentially all emotion is useless aside from ones such as vengeance, hostility, aggression, wrath... yeah, he was taught some pretty toxic characteristics. So, his fiery temper is definitely something that needs to be worked on. Though it will be hard because anger is something Maul kind of clings to, it’s a coping mechanism for him that helps him deal with all the trauma he’s experienced in his life. Maul uses anger as both a shield and a sword, because it’s easy, it’s effective, and he’s got a ton of it in supply. So you’ll have to teach him healthier ways to cope with his past, as well as with dealing with his emotions in ways that are productive and not destructive.

But that’s not to say that you should just roll over and take it when he’s angry, absolutely not. Don’t be afraid to let Maul know exactly what he said/did to you when he was angry, and make sure he knows exactly how that affected you. It may be hard, and you’ll definitely get push back from him, but it’s a learning curve he needs to accept.

V = vanity (do they care about their looks?)

Maul cares about his looks to the extent that he knows he’s handsome and wants to upkeep that. He bathes and cleans himself regularly, makes sure he smells nice, brushes his teeth, works out and trains to stay fit and healthy, etc etc. But, above all else, Maul cares deeply for his tattoos and his horns as they are literally part of his identity as a Zabrak. He is very fickle with their upkeep and care, getting his tattoos touched up if they show the signs of fading, or shaving his horns down if they grow out too long for his taste.

W = wholesome (what’s a super wholesome headcanon?)

Because he is a Zabrak, Maul has a very adorable tendency to purr when he is content and/or happy. It’s a natural part of his biology, much like growling is. He’s not openly embarrassed by it, but if you point it out and tease him he might get a tad flustered (though he’ll probably just turn the tables on you and do something to get you red-faced in return).

X = x-tra (any random headcanons?)

Tying with Vanity, I know what you’re thinking: Maul? Brushing his teeth?? Have you seen them??? How in the Stars are they clean???? Well, I have a headcanon for that! Because tattooing is so so important to Zabrak culture, they also dye/stain their teeth as well! It’s akin to Ohaguro, the traditional Japanese practice of “blackening teeth” that was predominantly used for beauty purposes, to signal social status and wealth, and even practiced by Samurai to demonstrate their loyalty to their masters. I like to imagine that Zabrak, both men and women, dye their teeth for much the same reasons, though more for cosmetic, beauty reasons than anything else. Thus, Maul’s teeth look they way they do because he dyed them a while back, but the black has faded and gathered more at the edges. If he were to give them a touch-up, they’d be fully black.

Y = yucky! (what’s something that they absolutely dislike?)

Well... an obvious one would be Jedi. Maul really hates Jedi, more specifically Kenobi, but also just Jedi in general. Be prepared to listen to long-winded, heated rants about how stupid and incompetent Jedi are.

Maul also, just as equally, dislikes Sith as much as he does Jedi. The Sith pretty successful ruined his life, to be honest, and literally every trauma, injury, and fear Maul has can be pretty directly tied to what the Sith did to him or had him do. Though he’s not as... vocal about it. There’s a mental block, remnants of fear, that kinda prevent him from really ripping into the Sith like he does Jedi. The hatred boils at the surface for the most part.

One thing that Maul needs to work on is his dislike of criticism. His inability to take constructive (and maybe harsh or firm) criticism is a product of his male machismo complex and hot-headed nature, as well as his pride. He really hates being told he’s wrong, in any capacity, and often he’ll lash out if he feels like he, or his ego, is being “attacked”. But don’t let Maul’s bullheadedness prevent you from telling him things that he needs to hear. He’s gotta learn on way or another.

Z = zzzz (what’s a sleeping habit of theirs?)

Maul sleeps on his back, and almost always is sprawled out like a starfish, like he’s trying to take up as much space as possible (which he does). Even while sleeping, his presence is big, and he tends to take up most of the bed. This means that to successfully sleep next to him, you’ll have to snuggle up right next to his side and rest your head on his chest (which isn’t all that bad).

Sometimes though, Maul sleeps on his side and he spoons you, face nuzzled against your neck, a protective arm slung over you. He is always the big spoon, no negotiating it.

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zu-is-here · 3 years

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Hi again 💜

Yesterday... wasn't exactly good, to be honest. I was utterly exhausted and very much on edge the whole day without any apparent reason, which in turn drained me even more. But I finally called my psychotherapist and made an appointment next week; hopefully, we will figure something out. Also I attended my Chinese classes after being absent for a few weeks, and it was tiring but good. Plus yesterday was the first day of Season of Assembly in Sky: Children of the Light, and this game is generally a place where I seek comfort and rest, but now I was very excited, too. By the way, you are one of two people who I should thank for bringing this game in my life, yet I'm pretty sure I've never mentioned it... So. Thank you very much. Sky has become a very important part of my life.

Well, the feeling is mutual 💞 Your art is one of those few things I feel deep connection with and always look forward to! As for my creations... Well, I might not like them much, but I believe that you (and quite a few others) do. It's still very frustrating that I have no idea what is fine already and what needs improvement, but since other people see something good in what I do, it's a little easier to continue even while being in the dark myself.

I believe TheGrinningKitten mentioned that people chose this ending, while initially she had in mind another, bitter-sweet one... I'm still sad that it turned out this way. I mean, it's still good, this ending also makes sense, but... As I said, it doesn't click. X-tra Dark Cream though? That's another story. It's okay that you can't find the connection yet, it's kind of impossible without knowing what exactly leads Cross and Dream from their encounter with Nightmare and Killer to the events of my little teaser. And let me tell you, there is a lot going on there. The Killing Kind is great for some part of it.

My memory is good when it comes to those who I hold dear to my heart, and you happen to be one of those people, so yes, I do remember quite a lot of things you said 💞

Story of Evil is actually a part of Seven Deadly Sins (as well as Gift from the Princess Who Brought Sleep!), and in turn Seven Deadly Sins are a part of Evillious Chronicles ✨ So yeah, those are my favourite! And I do know the other songs you attached, Mosaic Roll was actually one of the first songs by Vocaloids I've ever listened! It was years ago, such nostalgia...

A wahoo for you, that's exactly the motivation I think Nightmare would be driven by! Make everyone happy like Dream couldn't, and even more so, like no amount of golden apples ever could. That, and Nightmare is just smart enough to make this work. Plus the woman who supposedly brainwashed Margarita? Totally the man's voice from the black apples. See, all of this makes sense!

Wow, we are getting near the end at last.

I know I don't have to, and I'm very glad and flattered to hear you are waiting for any of my works 🌻 It is a pleasure and an honor to have such a dedicated reader that you are! But the whole point is that I want to write something special for you, for so many reasons that listing them would increase the length of this ask quite a bit. There is no rush, no pressure, it's just one more reason to continue writing. And that's good, don't you think? I certainly do.

Anyway. Take care! *hugs*

Hi anfie╰(*´︶`*)╯

Thank you for your reply! I'm very sorry to hear about it, hope you'll get better very soon (ówò) But it's great that you've resumed your Chinese classes! How was it? *^*

Speaking about Season of Assembly in scotl, that sounds great! Gotta check this wonderful game, haven't been there for a long time <3 and it's so nice to know that you find a game and a place to your liking! I'm very pleased (〃ω〃)

I feel you, I didn’t even know that ending was chosen by others, that's another matter. As for the songs, it's finally all interconnected! And everything falls into place (・∀・) Such an interesting parallel indeed... It does makes sense ;3;

Oh I do. ♡ Take care! *hugs*

P. S. Thank you for waiting! The correspondence with you is not just an ask-reply thing for me but like– a ceremony? I love the way you make everyday things special. ☆

#ask

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magattanoir · 3 years

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New stuff | 新しい物 | Cosas nuevas

Well, there is a lot to tell today, so I will be brief (sorry for connecting so late, I have got a job), first, I can do physical exercise as it should and my body is getting stronger than before, second, I failed in a mega project that I had in mind and spent several hours of my life for nothing: c. third, I GOT A JOB: D is great, I got to learn dressmaking since I've always found that kind of thing interesting, plus I've always wanted to make a dress of some kind, I mean, they're paying me to learn, What's better than that? In fact that is why I have been much less active, just remember, I do it for the greater good (?). So ... yes, my life has been more productive these days, with its respective ups and downs, only thanks to that we become better day after day. I just happened to report, greetings comrades, take care, they are worth a lot. ://: さて、今日はお伝えすることがたくさんあるので、簡単に説明します（接続が遅くなってすみません、仕事があります）。まず、体を動かすことができ、体が以前より強くなっています。私は自分が考えていたメガプロジェクトに失敗し、人生の数時間を無料で過ごしました。第三に、私は仕事を手に入れました：Dは素晴らしいです、私はいつもそのようなものが面白いと思ったので洋裁を学ぶようになりました、そして私はいつもある種のドレスを作りたいと思っていました、つまり彼らは私にお金を払っています学ぶために、それより良いものは何ですか？実際、それが私があまり活動的ではなかった理由です、ただ覚えておいてください、私はより大きな利益のためにそれをします（？）。だから...はい、私の人生は最近、それぞれの浮き沈みでより生産的になっていますが、それは私たちが日々良くなっているおかげです。私はたまたま報告し、仲間に挨拶し、気をつけてください、彼らはたくさんの価値があります。://: Bien, hay mucho que contar hoy, así que seré breve (disculpen por conectarme tan tarde, he conseguido un trabajo), primero, ya puedo hacer ejercicio físico como se debe y mi cuerpo se esta fortaleciendo mas que antes, segundo, falle en un mega proyecto que tenia en mente y gaste varias horas de mi vida para nada :c . tercero, CONSEGUI UN TRABAJO :D es genial, me metí a aprender corte y confección ya que siempre me ha parecido interesante ese tipo de cosas, además de que siempre he querido hacer un vestido de algún tipo, ósea, me están pagando por aprender, ¿Qué es mejor que eso? De hecho es por eso que he estado mucho menos activo, solo recuerden, lo hago por un bien mayor (?). Así que... si, mi vida ha sido mas productiva estos días, con sus respectivos momentos altos y bajos, solo que gracias a eso nos volvemos mejores día tras día. Solo pasaba a reportarme, saludos camaradas, cuídense, valen mucho.

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lousimusician · 5 years

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Pierced (Part 2)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You let Peter take a closer look of your new piercings

Word Count: 1546

Warning: Smut

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On the way up to your hotel room, Peter ran to his own quickly so he could change out of his wet swim trunks and so that you could change as well.

Now you sat waiting for Peter in your pajama shorts and tank top, which you conveniently forgot to wear a bra with so you could see the piercing through it.

You were buzzing with nerves and excitement as you waited for him in anticipation, not quite believing what you said to him. You felt your heart leap when you heard the rather frantic knocks on your hotel door, and you quickly jumped up to answer it, seeing a nervous Peter in sweatpants and a t-shirt. You pulled him into the room, letting the door shut before anyone could spot him outside the room if they had been happening to walk by.

"H-hi." He stuttered out breathlessly, smiling nervously as he shifted on his feet.

You smiled back. "Hey Pete." You said sweetly, a slightly teasing tone underlying your words.

"So...um- h-how is this- uh- how are we doing this." He cleared his throat awkwardly, a dark blush covering his cheeks as his eyes drifted down to your chest.

Your heart jumped at how nervous he was, finding it completely endearing. "Well." You started. "When you hit a home run you don't go straight to second base you..." You trailed off, waiting for him to complete the thought.

His eyebrows shot up in realization, "...Y-you go to first?" He phrased as a question and you silently nodded. "S-so I can kiss you?"

You laughed lightly, "I asked you up here to go a little farther than kissing, so yes Pete we can kiss." You grasped his wrist and pulled him with you to your bed and the two of you sat down on the side next to each other, knees touching.

You placed a hand on his shoulder in attempt to calm him down, since he was fidgeting so much. "Relax Peter, it's just me."

"That just makes me more nervous." He mumbled quietly.

You couldn't help but blush at his words. You slowly moved your hand to the back of his neck, gently playing with his brown curls. The two of you sat in a tense silence, eyes flicking between each other's eyes and lips, before you finally leaned in.

You pressed your lips against his tentatively, his own responding to yours clumsily.

Admittedly it was a very awkward, very teenage kind of kiss. Both of you weren't very experienced in this area and it showed, but nevertheless it was perfect. Because it was with Peter and no one else.

Your lips continued to move with each other, finally finding an okay rhythm that didn't have your noses and teeth bumping every two seconds. His hand came up to gently cradle your jaw, his thumb gently brushing your cheek and you sighed blissfully into the kiss.

Neither of you had any clue as to how long you had been kissing but you eventually pulled away, Peter's lips following yours before you pulled away completely.

"Now, although I wish we could continue doing that, it wasn't the only reason I invited you up here." You said, biting your lip.

Peter swallowed nervously. "Um- before we continue, I-I just wanna say that I really really really like you."

"That's good." You smiled. "Because I really really really like you too." You said with a giggle, making Peter sigh in relief as he grinned back.

You moved farther onto the bed, sitting criss cross, Peter following your movements as he sat the same way across from you now, close enough so your knees touched each others.

You watched how his eyes continued to flick from your face to your chest, waiting for you to do or say something.

"I guess it's now or never." You chuckled nervously to yourself, your hands gripping the bottom of your tank top. "So uh- you ready?" He silently nodded, not trusting his own voice.

Peter held his breath and unconsciously leaned in as you slowly started to pull your tank top upwards, revealing more and more skin. You stopped for a second as you were just under your breasts, gauging his reaction and also preparing yourself to get half naked in front of the boy you've had a crush on for a while. After a second you finally tugged the tank top completely off, throwing it onto the ground.

Peter's eyes were wide as they were trained on your breasts. He was redder than ever and he was sure he forgot how to breath. He shifted slightly as he felt himself harden. You had two straight barbells in your nipples, with two shiny white rhinestones on either end of the barbell.

"...They're r-really pretty." He said, voice coming out higher pitched than he would have liked.

"Thank you." You giggled.

Peter's fingers twitched as he thought about touching them. "Um..c-can I..." He trailed off.

"Touch?" You finished for him.

"Y-yeah." He nodded. "It won't like... hurt, right?"

You shook your head. "No, they're healed. They're um- they're actually more sensitive now that I got them done, so it'll feel good." You said, biting your lip as he nodded in response.

You watched as he shifted again and raised his hand, leaning closer to you. You chose to watch his face, feeling as his thumb lightly brushed over your nipple lightly, making your breath hitch.

He bit his lip, focusing all of his attention to your breast. He then lightly touched it with his pointer and middle finger before feeling a little more courageous, tugging lightly on the bar.

You hadn't expected him to pull on the jewelry making a whimper fall past your lips. His eyes snapped up to your face, and he pulled his hand back. "S-sorry, did I hurt you?"

You quickly shook your head, "No, it was good, d-do it again."

Peter's eyes lit up and he returned his hand to your breast, beginning to play with the jewelry and your nipple again.

You felt your body heat up at the pleasure as you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter by the second. Peter watched in awe as your head tilted back and eyes fluttered shut as quiet moans left your lips, and he suddenly wanted more of you.

"C-come here." He said quietly, lightly pulling on one of your legs with his free hand.

You understood what he meant and uncrossed your legs, Peter following suit to make room on his lap so you could straddle his legs.

His lips latched onto your neck and began leaving wet kisses in their wake, as you tilted your head to the side. Peter brought up his other hand to play with your neglected nipple. You whimpered louder this time at the feeling of his lips and how sensitive your nipples felt as he continued to pull and lightly rub them. You could feel how hard he was as you were now seated on his lap and it made you bite your lip to hold back another wanton moan.

He kissed down your neck and over your collar bones until he reached the space between your breasts. Peter looked up at you admiring how much pleasure you seemed to be in and he couldn't help but feel prideful knowing that it was because of him. He glanced back down at your chest and felt an urge to wrap his lips around one of your nipples.

So he did just that.

Peter's lips ghosted over your breast until he reached the nipple and he quickly replaced his hand with his mouth.

"Fuck Peter!" You moaned again, pressing yourself down on his cock, pulling a groan from him. His free hand went down to grip your hip, to get you to move against him more to which you easily complied.

Your hands tugged on his hair as you felt his tongue swirl around your nipple and flick at the jewelry. Both of you moaning as you sped up your hips against him. "Holy fuck Peter, that feels so good." You moaned out in a high pitched voice.

Peter looked up at you again and quickly unlatched his lips from your nipple and muttered. "You look so pretty (N/N), you're such a pretty girl." You whimpered at his praise, and grinded against him faster as he reattached his lips onto your nipple, and you felt a knot forming in your stomach.

"I-I think I'm gonna cum Pete." His grip tightened on your hip as he guided your movements better, lips and his free hand still stimulating both nipples. And you could tell that he loved the piercings.

Peter groaned louder, hinting that he wasn't too far behind cumming either, but just as you were about to fall over the edge you both heard three knocks from your hotel door.

"Room check." You both heard being said from the other side by one of the chaperoning teachers.

The two of you stopped immediately, Peter pulling away and looking up at you with frightened eyes as you looked down at him with the same expression.

"Shit." You both hissed.

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A/N: Sorry for cockblocking Peter and Y/N

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throwingideasatthewall · 3 years

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Clone Wars Escape from Kadavo

Well this is certainly a scene change and one that doesn’t really make sense,

I mean I thought it was a Camp of Holding for slaves

Where they got transported to different places on the island to do slave labor, per hap -s

Now there’s apparently a lava pit under it,

How?

That

-doesn’t make any sense

Also wtf,

Coal, metal

Since when was refinery really this place’s MO (Like this is really starting to feel like they got the Mandalorian And This Set -ting s Switch ed,)

Not to say they can’t be a coal/mining industry,

Just, that the setting should reflect it,

From we saw there was nothing to indicate this was anything but an ar chai c Soc-either

With no flues Or fu -mes

To indicate that they were burn Ing combustibles,

Honestly some kind of stalactites mine,

Or someplace where they dig for “valuables,” -like prized st- one for Jew elery- Would make more sense- - Anyway, I’m getting. way too focus -ed on the se- tt - Ing- - Again Rex is just straight up chilling, This is n’t his first rodeo with abusers,

Ok, seriously what was up with the Wil -h el m,?

(Like I don’t honestly see anything steep enough to fall off)

You could say it was a whip but we haven’t seen any Of That, Ye t-

I don’t get the screaming-

Also that dude just attacked him out of nowhere,

Like could we have gone establishment of that?

Like,

What was even his ber-zerk butt- on there?

Dude was doing his job

Like if it was a faster thing you kind of have to establish that before hand - Also then the environment, the ma jor ity, Would be working at a breakneck speed, With a sense of anxiety, In the air,

Then, the whip,

He- was?

(Like that was just plain - pointless

Not even an emotional reaction

Like that told us absolutely nothing about the setting and character

The mate didn’t even have a reaction

It’s one random guy that just decided to hit someone else-

Like that’s not even calculated never mind systematic,

Also I like how Rex like yeah I wouldn’t know anything about that, feck’in Jedi -

Also “Effect?”

Not really more like

“ Dave’s having a real rough day and I really don’t want to talk to (In that state)

Like they didn’t wince.

There was no antici pation-

No anxiety,

Like no signs of this is had a permanent psychologically damaging affect

(Note all toxic behavior is harmful, The difference here is Between The intensity of the in-dentation,

It can get pretty bad

And enabling tox can have serious effects (Pretty bad)

(Requiring a lot more time to undo)

From; Dave is really an asshole,

To I am really an asshole,

To The world is really an asshole (And Dave is the savior-)

(Apologies to anyone who’s chosen name is Dave or similar vernacular, It’s not out of any Mala- cian- Just the first identi fication I could think of,

And tox- ic logic is really not something you wanna enable,

Again what the Frick?

(This is really not an or-ganic way to introduce your rules

Like, “oh yeah speech is for-bidden, Have a nice day,”

Like you think dude-

Like you were pretty damn path -etic abu ser- (s) - (Sla vers) Wow,

There was no emotions or anything -be cause the set up was so poor,

W- h -a t

Again the emotion is non existence,

Also what the fuck happened to Rex over there? -

When did he go down?

(Like don’t get me wrong I saw a flash in the corner?)

But why him?

[also did the scenery just completely changed because he was on the far end of Ken- Obi with something in between

Some thing they were shoveling the stuff on?

That’s just gone in this shot]

[Also, From a narra- tive, standpoint wouldn’t it have made more sense and been a more engaging concept, If the guy had threat -ene d- The clone in Obi- wan’s stead, Seeing as of the republic’s version of slavery,

Rex pos s- ib ly

Reflec- ting on the (Other Species?)

And contrasted with them,

On how much Obi-Wan views him as a possession,

(Or his reaction to the people under him getting hot ,and why)

Allo- wing for more heart,

“I’m sorry,”

“No Wors e- Than The Kamino -ins,”

Rex’s Sub Cat;

Seeing the people he was trained (and order-ed) to protect Harm -ed - Much like the people (under him) were harmed during the Kamooin. s-

Groom -ing, ?]

Any -way,

Again, and what was the emotion? - M-aster

Rex must be like, Kar- ma

If he’s not,

[Never mind he isn’t asleep just one frame made it look weird?]

Ai- gh -t

Oh yeah seriously check up on that one guy instead of you know the person under the command,

Also;

What The fuck?

IS THAT GOOGLY EYES?

What the feck,

What is with that expression-

What is with that facial-

(Seriously someone tell me what emotions this is supposed to por- tray!

What?

Also yeah

they completely waltz. -ed past the ab- us -er. Be- Ing - Con- fron ted- by the Con- Seq- Uen Ce (s) Of their actions,

It’s not pointed out that Obi-Wan totally caused this by (not)- listen-ing, To dude’s initiative to stay out of it

(Or, what he did to Cody Rex, and basically all the clones,)

(And what could’ve been a good moral about negative effects of “Pos- itive over- invo lv e- Ment- )

so I am slightly big mad

Not com- -pletely

But I’m get-ting th-ere

Drinking my slightly bitter ju-ice-

Gett -ing pr-etty salty

Which is odd since I normally don’t criticize aesthetic differences

Like This- -

The problem is it isn’t the aesthetic that I have a problem with, (You want to have a Obi-Wan show more compassion to the slave of similar generation then to Rex?

(That’s per-fect-ly fine and could even show how he values his job and Mission over someone he is actually wound- ed-)

However that’s not it-

(It doesn’t even do that)

My problem with it is that it shows no emotion

No emphasis

No moral

It’s - empty - Watching this scene, there is absolutely nothing I get out of it,

Also wow that was a quick turnaround,

Like seriously it generally takes longer for that kind of behavior to be indented,

This is literally the only Jedi he’s seen be there

One time

This is barely scraping logic, And even then, not really requiring- pre-knowledge of the emotions and general plot (before hand)

I know that I should feel bad for the slave because slav-ery is a bad thing And any real person would be pretty upset it/ Suffer for the toxic environment,

Note; it’s not from the medium

I didn’t gain that knowledge from the medium

(In which the chara- cters actions and emotions, Make me conclude, “oh wow, slavery is a real bad thing!”

No the characters are wooden puppets with no emotion,

Going from; Point a to point B

Nothing to connect them (No preamble)

No emotions

No motive(s)

‘why is Obi-Wan doing what he’s doing?’

‘I don’t know’

(And I honestly don’t think the wr- iters did either)

And no damn interest

Barely scraping logic..

‘Why is Obi-wan doing what he’s doing,’

‘Because he has the rescue the slaves,’

‘ why does he have to rescue the slaves,?’

‘ because you have to rescue slaves,’

It’s literally circular

Rely- ing completely on the cookie cu- tter,

Resulting in it being as flat as a cookie when rolled over by a rolling pin,

Where It should; Be;

“ why does Obi-Wan want to rescue the slaves?”

“Because of his dedication to his moral compass/ because of his dedication to his generation/ non- clone- ena blers,/ (Whatever you want to put there)

(Hey that was almost emotion from ,Rex)

(We’re 2:29 Min Ut es In, And I’m already salty about the episode refusal to be fun,

That’s nice exposition *Palpatine*. Sidious,

Tra- dition (S);

Mill-

That’s literally all I -heard-

-(I assume they’re saying “millions,”)

Which would actually be neat if we got to see some you know human soldiers on the Darkside to counterbalance the whole do you know clone troopers, contrasting the dark side’ s more ethical but none the less toxic practices,

To the light side’s- Gen Break-

De- fiance?

(I think you mean that other Zygerian’s death because we have literally not seen the queen act even remotely rebellious,

Yeah she con- templates possibly free- ing them,

But we haven’t seen her openly communicate with either of these 2 to inform them

And she still wants to keep Anakin,

So she at least has one Jedi,

With the others possibly be blamed on a -prison break-

And literally nothing that we’ve seen com-municating the concept of open - rebel- lion

Or any of the connection between her and the separatist,

Again seriously how am I supposed to feel about that (Also the one person that gives even the slightest bit of emotion and it’s the villain,)

Like I’m surprise’d Dooku’s surprised by that

(Er-)

O-k

Whe-lp

(Also, now there are flues). (Don’t recall seeing them last time,)

Or just sticks with gold on them

(I am very con- fused,)

This seems pretty different

And totally safe

(Also wasn’t the castle blue?)

But I’m not against it because it could work with the symbolism of wild, Or just. Wor -k (I know I’m being way too hop- - eful but I try,

Re- hash-

Easy-

So why is there no other emotion

And why do you look like a caveman,

(Eyebrows constantly furr- Ow- ed)

Also what was with the pro-nunciation and emotion?

Bare,

Also literally no one else is paying attention to that guy? ?

‘ he also doesn’t cause me to have any emotions’

Like seriously I know that it’s a cat person but you still have to show some sentient emotion here

If there’s no emotion, there’s no risk,

(Part of sent- ience)

Att- end,

Again that’s not the cha- llenge I think they were trying to make it out to be; (Un-accountabili- ty) Aka What it would work best as;

Remix;

“ I’ll would never turn away from a challenge,” Anakin said snarkily,

The queen se- duct iv el- y

Taking his light saber, - that works better;

- Ser-iously - Um- No,

(Last time someone fall from a height that high, they died,)

(You have to play by your own rules, )

Wha-

Also again wh -at-

Sky -walker

When ?-

Would be nice if you ever feckin showed it,

(Seriously the concept of Obi-Wan having to come to terms at least temporary that his Over-involvement has hurt people is an interesting concept,”

Also bullshit that you know that

(Pretty)

(You’re all enabled and you haven’t spent any time around Obi-Wan)

(That’s a stupid plan and the animation really doesn’t help,)

Zy-ger

Perm - R- i-,

Oh yeah so no reserves, about using the term, “master” After this schism ? - Y-eah - How? - W-at

[The emotions are off the roof and I have no idea

with the scale of escalation

W-at]

Lesh - Li- fe

You did- n’t? - Emo tion-

Wh-at?

Who called- the guards?

Seriously if this is such a constantly abusive (tox) relationship than how do they not know,

(Unless the previous guards got killed and these are the newbies,)

Because you don’t act like it all don’t have any of the characteristics generally associated with constantly rein-forc -ed toxicity, Show- ed no emotion including (anxiety and anticipation) In that previous fight,

As well as no negative con- seq- uen ce s for your behavior - Even now your voice is just “ oh I’m dyi-ng- -,’. .

Meep,

[Something happened

not a Tumblr refresh,

Gist;

There’s absolutely no emotion in the scene and the fact that she just dies after that being the threat is just kind of cheap,

[and the fact that she had absolutely no expression (Or emotion) during that entire fight Not showing any of the general signs - Just no)

And that expression is a weird way way to end

The scene. not the movie that still going, (Un-fortunate- ly)

Uh, why Off to you obviously evil factory, land,”

Kick,

Hey isn’t it that minor antagonist that hasn’t showed up since the last episode? . . . Why? . . . And he included the clone why?

(Oh yeah I want the Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi, And especially the to my knowledge (default) clone.

And Rex who is honestly a lot more intimidating,

K-i

[Again this is supposed really be about. Ken-obi but I’m really focusing on Rex,]

Wh- at- -

How?!

They were on a bug?

I-

Ok-

Sorry my memory gave out for a moment at the whole Anakin durp face thing - -

W-h

W-

Wood

Again, how is he supposed to do that?

- Ter- - I-l

Sl-av es

So Ahsoka goes to rescue the slaves while An-a kin, stays here and carves a hole,

En-ough

No emotion!

Oh, I thought he meant Ah -soka - Oh so yeah let’s bring a warship into what seems to have been intended as a stealth mission,

Screw Fitt Ing Re Action-

And-

W-

How did that change the fact that they have the button that can kill all the slaves,

(It didn’t)

Obi-won just apparently stopped giving a fr-ick -

Ray-

Well then they were impossible to take out,

F-a - S-l

But only the Tyger-ian (Apologies for any misspelling I mean Ahsoka’s kind,)

“He -at,”

“Cut,”

Ge-n-

Rex did more than Obi-wan,

Also yeah completely forgot about that,

Also he said kill,

[Not further im-prison,” ]

Rex had some rage-

Also you’d think that be Obi-Wan considering how much he’s gotten ,screwed with This entire ,time - Wh,at

Wh -y -

Wh -y - H-ere - How is Rex still fighting guys? - Also thanks a lot Obi-Wan you useless piece of shit,

[Again, would n’t it make sense? .)

W-ell

- You just came into a door just hop them - over- - Lan d-

Wait, How did you just get in, there though,

. Co- vert - ?

O-Kay, new character,

W-h

(Also oh no they gave plo another fleet

Great )

Ser-iously, what where are these guys coming from? , You’ve literally been allowed this dude to heck around the entire time while Rex did all the hard work

La-me,

Also seriously where was all that - ,coming from- - Wh at-

Where was the emotion? - Hey that had no meaning, symbolism or emotion behind it - whatsoever,

A-i

- W-h - - - Whelp, was completely boring

Covenants of a good, fun story;

- Set; Excessive in instances that don’t directly affect the story’s up, cohesivity

-Tone; Is appropriate

-Emotions; And appropriate, and consistent and manage to keep a consistent tone,

(Un-nessary, Typically switch-ed for a more logical tone, In works of non-fiction,

Though may be in both, So long as note is given,)

This film (Movie - Gets absolutely none of it right except the basics for a good story

It’s co - hesive- But damn boring and empty,

Story - Re-write. - (I needed something fun after watching that boring documentary,)

So let’s get into it, - (May feature episode -overlap)

Obi-Wan emerges from the carrier, With R -ex,

(Obi-Wan possibly sub- con-ciously mov -ing In Fron -t Of Rex-)

[Or Cody]

The minor antagonist welcome(s) them; Obi-wan trading some banter with him - It being part of a plan to get captured,

Unfortunately somethings went ar-ray and instead of Cody being the back up plan; he got taken with him

The minor antagonist - quickly cuts the chatter - By having the guard (S- bring Cody forward, introducing him as Obi-Wan’s Slave

Giving a veiled threat of “ would be a shame if something happened to such a ,pretty specimen,”

Obi-Wan getting def-ensive,

The atag, Com menting, “ Pretty protective, Of your toy, Aren’t You,”

Before having them thrown somewhere,

Next time, we see them they’re getting e- scor- ted- for gem Min- Ing,

(Possibly some black humor from the vil -ains- about how people will pay, “An arm or leg

*Pos-sibly yours,

For the stuff,’

On the way there one of the guards notices Rex (Cody)’s ey-ing the place. warning him That, ‘He’s not the only one under ob -servation)

Possibly causing a wincing or anxious reaction from them . (I would generally encourage flashbacks to be able to - show the emotion em- ot ion,)

(Under-stand what is going inside their head,)

But for now I’ll stick with the example given by the show which is no flashbacks, The guard making it clear what will happen

Shock- -Ing-

The clone (Eith er) Ha-ving a bad reaction to this,

Knee jerkingly reaching out,

The guard grabbing him and holding him back - - Forced into a distressing circumstance of fa il -in g- The Miss- -ion -

Those two are pretty much out of the action for the rest of the episode being stuck

Obi-Wan can’t do anything without hurting Cody Cody can’t do anything without hurting the slaves - Most of their part is contrasting the condition,

Most of the action is with Ahsoka, Who talks down that dweeb (Maybe someone near-er to her age) And they go break Obi-Wan out so he can back up, Anakin

In the Dooku fight,

The most consistent and clear char- -acter Being Q -ueen, Being a slaver-

If it’s Ana- Kin,

Anakin having to begrudgingly put up with this slaver’s nonsense

Be-grudgingly

- Her talking about how life is slavery and him just not...

Then Dooku Shows Up,

(The whole transition between the mine scene and the Anakin- slaver scene, Being a cut from the sparks in a mine To the jewel on her finger With extra focus being put on the jewels,

Possibly all done with all of them Zy- gar-ian (Or of all the planets that she’s taking people from-

Zygarian Heir loom)

A black stone (in the middle of her chest) By a pendant (Generally implied to be by Count Dooku)

Toxic court-ing implied,

Count Dooku announces a surprise visit,

The Queen is pleased but nervous (Hands behind -back)

“I-”

Putting a wine glass down behind it,

Dooku is immediately aggressive

The queen offering Anakin as a consolation prize

As the youngest and newest to the-ir possible rank,

Dook-u snark Ing,

Dooku threaten -ing to kill

The queen having issue with that whole main characterization being the collector of rare things

(Possibly a reflect- Ion about the no speaking rule)

More likely Dooku dismissing her con- cerns just saying that he can always get her a new one,

“The Queen possibly wincing at a raised hand - if we want to go for indications of physical tox-’

Poss-ibly a conversation about why she put up with him

“He treats me well”

Focus on the necklace and pendent to - contrast with the choking necklace-

Possibly a poison Sub-line

- If you want to go there, - But focusing on Ahsoka, they broke those guys out,

Ahsoka finding a heartbroken Jedi, Explaining that their res -pect ive clone friend, Has given up on them

Ahsoka finding that person,

Who manages to explain that he can’t move either-

To be cut off by the guards who has really had enough of every- thing-

Decided - screw it if pain isn’t going to make you stop and then might as well put them in a life or death situation,

Add-ing time on the clock (Or at least a new var- iable-)

Ahsoka possibly does a whole speech thing (Since seriously we’ve seen none of her involvement or even care about her own spe-cies) Via dem on- Strat Ion-

(Very likely leading to a riot situation,)

As they didn’t plan on the Tagroatians (?) Rebell ing due to crush -ed spirits,

That happens - Those two re- unite and go to fi-ght Dooku

(I never. really cared for the Zy- ger- Ian queen,)

If she lives in then, she’s grateful for them driving off Dooku, Allows them to get off with the slaves,

(Necklace might have information might not,)

*Honestly I felt it made more sense for Anakin to be the one in the mine; The Zy- garian queen, and Obi -Wan hav- ing boomer ban -ter, With Obi-Wan a lot more aware of that stuff, (Show-ing worldliness by identifying the stones) While Anakin compares the circumstance to the one that he used to live in, And the one he enabled Rex living in, While Ahsoka, could team up with a Zy-ger-Ian round her age, Possibly some conversations about enabling- May-be Ahsoka talking about getting a clone command of her own- (If we want the clone commanders to be a constantly featured theme here) Boomer Bait, Busting Anakin out of the mine, Obi-Wan getting hidden behind a cur-tain, And going to heck over Dooku, (Slaves recovered-)

Both the Zy- Gar- Ian- (And a flirtatious promise to return By Obi-wan, ) [contrast Mandalorian] Gets Free- Dom- - End- -

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radicchia · 3 years

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You type a lot of shit that just screams people weren't kissing my ass for being an ally so I turned terf.

So, thank you for your message! It’s the first one of this kind that I’ve gotten.

1. I don’t need anyone to “kiss my ass for being an ally” for whatever reason. I’m a grown woman, I know my self-worth and I know my own mind. As long as I know I’m standing with the right cause because it makes sense on the basis of what I know, I’m more than fine with not being applauded for being an ally.

2. Yes, people have actually told me they were grateful for my allyship. I’ve been nothing but supportive of my trans-identifying friends and I’ve literally held some of them while they cried because of the strain they were under. The problem is not that I’ve got no empathy or that I suddenly started hating them. But there are three factors there that I couldn’t ignore:

a) While I was supporting my trans-identifying friends, other women were suffering because of the situation we were all stuck in and the choices I and my friends made. (I won’t go into detail, but it was a complex situation.)

b) The concept of gender as it is perpetuated by TRAs does not make any sense to me even though I spent years trying to understand it - I see it as fundamentally illogical. There’s biological sex, which women share, and there’s gender roles that are forced upon us to oppress us. There’s no other kind of gender other than that, there’s only people. I’m always open to discussions and objections, but it is painful to have your own thoughts and reasoning utterly vilified to the point that you can’t even talk about it to anyone to voice your doubts.

c) I could not see the concept of being trans helping any of my aquaintances, friends, or relatives who identify that way, and the closer I am to them, the more I know about the different traumata they’ve gone through in their lives. You could say it’s just a random correlation and not causality, but the overall effect on me was that I didn’t feel like I was helping them at all in the long run by supporting those ideas. I hope you can tell that I’m not saying this in a hateful way and that I just want my friends to feel better. (I realise you’ll probably object that I have no way of knowing if it’s helping them. Ok. I’m not doing anything to stop them from doing what they want.)

So, to sum it up, I saw women suffer partly because of my decision to support my friends unequivocally, I was absolutely torn inside because I didn’t know if I could trust my own thoughts, and I wasn’t even helping my friends in the long run.

It took me months to recover from the situation I referred to above (which itself lasted several months). And that’s when I turned into a “terf”.

I feel like my reply is a bit too friendly - mainly because I’m talking about my friends so this isn’t just an abstract problem to me - and of course it doesn’t even make a mention of all the different ways in which men are terrible and libfem tumblr doesn’t even have a concept of why masculinity is bad, always, and not just toxic sometimes. I didn’t even really explain what happened, and I won’t, but basically I’m still so preoccupied with it and I can’t stop thinking about it.

And. I absolutely hate that just because I’m a woman I’m in this situation and have to spend so much time and mental energy on this topic. It drags me down so much. Solidarity among women is the only antidote to that.

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thiswasinevitableid · 4 years

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#9 with indruck?

Here you go! And it’s SFW per your second ask.

9. It’s mid january what the shit are they doing out here without a scarf and gloves and would it be weird if I offered them mine

Indrid gazes down through the museum skylight. His future vision tells him the security guard will need to visit the bathroom in thirty seconds, giving him ample time to remove the false pane of glass he planted yesterday and slip into the exhibit hall.

A gust of wind drops a clump of snow down his neck and he scowls at the sky. He can��t get inside that building fast enough.

“Alright Cold, window shoppin time is over.”

A swirl of snow tornadoes across the roof and his nemesis, Ursa Major (secret identity: Duck Newton, forest ranger), steps through it.

Indrid groans, standing up to face him. The hero is in his standard green uniform, boots and mask decorated with constellations. Indrid’s own outfit is all black, save for his trademark red glasses. They were his signature when he was just Indrid Cold, eccentric city planner of Kepopolis, and he has no interest in surrendering them.

“Go away, it’s of no concern to you whether I acquire some new scientific specimens for my collection.”

“You know that ain’t the case. Besides, if you were rippin off some rich CEO I might be inclined to let it slide. But this is science museum. Y’know, the free one? The one people take their kids to on weekends? You ain’t jackin anything from it on my watch.”

Indrid sighs, theatrically, “Very well. Let’s get this over with. It’s not like it’ll hurt you to be thrown off a building again.”

“Not gonna happen.” The hero cracks his knuckles.

His bare knuckles.

Good god, he’s not wearing gloves. Or a scarf. Or any extra layers. How is he not just a hunksicle (no, damnit, he’s not that hunky. He’s beefcakey. No, not that either)?

Indrid stays put as the other man charges him, uses his powers to anticipate the exact moment to step out of the path of the blow. Duck sweeps out a leg, but only succeeds at slipping in the snow. Indrid snickers and Duck whirls on him with a growl.

“Careful, keep that stumbling up and you’ll fall straight through this window and make my job easier. I’d hate to have the chance to pin the robbery on you.”

“I ain’t ever stolen a thing, everyone knows-” he cuts of into a full body shudder. Indrid takes the chance to knock him over with a slight shove, then scurries back. Duck shivers again as he brushes snow from his costume.

“Bit chilly?” He grins wickedly to cover any concern that might try to show through.

“F-fuck you.”

“Look, it wouldn’t be sporting of me to fight when you’re clearly incapacitated. And it’s negative fifteen out here right now. Here” he starts undoing the knot in his thermal scarf, “at least take this.”

“I’m f-fine, ext-tra s-strong and all that s-shit.” He stands, tries to take a fight stance, only to sneeze and shiver even harder.

“I can hear your teeth chattering over the wind. And, goodness,your lips are turning blue, that’s not good at all. Hang on, let me just get out of this.” He checks the pockets of his stealth jacket to make sure there’s nothing important in them, slips it off, and holds it out.

Duck waves it away, “Whatever t-trap this is, I ain’t-t t-taken the b-bait.”

“For goodness sake, take the blasted jacket.” Indrid offers it again and Duck smacks it away. Indrid glares at him over his glasses, “You will be of no use to anyone, be they hero, villain, or civilian, if you die of hypothermia.”

“C-could get me inside by surren--achoo--derin.”

“Not a chance. If you insist on stubbornly staying out here and fighting, at least do so properly equipped. The sooner we get this over with the sooner we can both get somewhere warm.”

“St-top offerin that jacket!”

Indrid frustratedly tries to trap the hero in the warm coat, but succeeds only in repeatedly hitting him with it.

“Just” whap “ take” whap “my help!” whap.

Duck dodges the fabric once, twice, three times.

And promptly steps off the edge of the building.

“Duck!” Indrid dives forward, grabbing a freezing hand that barely holds onto him.

The hero smirks up at him, “You f-forgettin somethin?”

Indrid remembers his earlier comment about Duck easily surviving this fall.

“Oh damn it all.”

Duck tugs, and then they’re both falling, Indrid twisting in the air in hopes of landing with the upper hand.

This turns out to be for naught, as they land side by side in a massive snowbank.

“Ow.”

Duck sneezes in agreement as the chill seeps through Indrid’s protective layers. It’s dark, the world is in that strange late night that is longing to be morning during which which most buildings have shut off all but a scant few lights. It’s now, his glasses inform him, -25 with the windchill.

And Duck is barely moving, huddled in the snow and watching Indrid carefully.

“Look, neither of us is going to get anything done in this weather. And we could both use some warmth. Is there anywhere nearby that’s open?”

“Diner. T-two blocks down.”

Indrid stands, hauling Duck to his feet and pulling him close in hopes of warming him, “Come on then.”

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The neon signs on the walls buzz and tinny jukebox plays exactly the kind of sorrowful country song it should at 2 am on a miserable night. The diner is empty save for the single waitress and cook, who chatter in the kitchen.

Indrid sips his mug of tea with eight scoops of sugar, while Duck stirs his coffee with fingers that are only now steadying. Indrids jacket hags around his shoulders, and his scarf is looped around his neck.

He tries to ignore the affection seeing Duck in his clothing kindles in him, but it’s like the faint music and the neon buzz, a constant background noise that he can’t tune out.

Duck taps his fingers on his mug before asking quietly, “Why not just leave me out in that snowbank?”

“Because I didn’t want you to become ill, or worse.”

“You ain’t answerin the real question.”

Indrid glances out at the dark street, the removes his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose, “I’m not certain.”

“It the same reason you ain’t told anyone else my real name?”

Indrid drops the glasses, surprised by this future, and they clatter on the teal table, “How did you know I knew that?”

“You called me by it up there.” He jerks his head towards the museum.

“Oh. So I did.”

“And you’ve hinted that you knew things about me when we tangled before. But I ain’t had any supervillains hidin in my closet, no one stakin out the station. Which tells me you ain’t shared this with you buddies.”

“They’re not my ‘buddies.’ I work alone.” He can’t hide the scorn that enters his voice at the thought of Kepopolis’s League of Villains. The he looks back at Duck and the world softens, “But you’re right; I’ve kept your identity to myself. I...I like you, Duck. Save for the moments where we’re trading blows, I think we could be friends.”

(More than friends)

“I feel no malice towards you. I did the first few times, but when I look for it now all that remains is a certain fondness. Even when you are a thorn in my side, you are a familiar thorn. The kind that builds up scar tissue, making one stronger and, ah, no, that metaphor got away from me, I apologize.”

Duck considers him silently for a moment. Then he grabs the edges of his mask and pulls it up and off.

Indrid has seen Duck’s face before in visions. But seeing it now undoes him. The strong jaw and soft cheeks, the laugh lines, the signs of worry and wear that Indrid wishes he could soothe away with gentle promises.

“What do you want from me, Indrid?”

“Nothing. Uh, that is, everything. Ah, no, apologies, that was not helpful.” He sits up straight, musters his remaining courage, “I wish to get to know you better, Duck. As friends and equals, not as enemies.”

“How do you figure that’d work?”

“I could...take a break from my cunning plans? And in return you could tell your fellow heroes not to look for me. I’d really rather not have someone explode through my wall while I’m in my fuzzy moth slippers trying to read.”

Duck gives a startled laugh, and at the sight of the smile Indrid’s heart glows like neon.

“That’s a hell of an image. Okay, fine. You lay of the schemin and stealin, I’ll make sure you don’t get bothered.”

“And we can see each other?” He bounces excitedly in place, which amuses Duck all the more.

“Sure. Come by work at five tomorrow, and we can go from there. Deal?” He holds out his hand and Indrid takes it eagerly.

“Deal.”

They pay the tiny bill and part ways, Indrid glancing back only to find Duck doing the same with a fond smile in his direction.

It’s only when he gets home that he realizes Duck still has his scarf and jacket.

Ah well, it’s no trouble. He checks the futures. Yes, in all of them Duck is sure to bring his clothes back to him without prompting.

And in all of them, when Indrid presents him with flowers, he smiles bright enough to chase the last of the dark worries from Indrid’s mind.

#Indruck #indrid cold/duck newton #superhero au #prompt fill

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ncityislove · 5 years

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➳Pairing: Fem. reader x Barista!Hosoek

➳Genre: smut (porn with a teensy bit of plot)

➳Warnings: obviously sexual content, soft dom!Hosoek, thigh riding, oral (Hosoek receiving), slight man handling

In the midst of exams season, you completely embarrass yourself in front of a gorgeous barista. you decide to forget the cringe-worthy memory, content on the fact that you’ll never see him again but it seems that life has other plans when you run into him at the club a few weeks later.

The evening sun illuminated the busy coffee shop in a pretty golden orange. Finals were just around the corner so the place was packed full of college students. Your roommate, Jungkook, went in first and you trekked behind him, rubbing at your tired eyes. You weren't really in the best mood so you hoped you didn't run into anyone you knew.

"See, it's not that bad right?" Jungkook asked, nudging your arm.

You nodded numbly, brushing past him in hopes to get out of there as soon as possible. You made the mistake of choosing too many A.M classes resulting in you oversleeping almost every morning. Of course maybe if you weren't out all night till the crack of dawn with your equally idiotic friends every night then that wouldn't be the case. You had no one to blame but yourself and you were mentally kicking yourself in the face for it. You've been pulling all-nighters for the past week trying to catch up but failing miserably because believe it or not, teaching yourself a college course in philosophy isn't very easy.

Jungkook basically dragged you out of your mess of a room for a coffee break. He had been bugging you all week, distracting you with his worries and concerns for you. You finally gave in after his endless begging and whining, figuring you were just wasting time, knowing how stubborn he could be.

Jungkook engrossed you into a back hug as you settled in your spot in line. You did a quick once over the menu deciding on the cheapest beverage. As much as you were annoyed by your roommate's actions, you were thankful for the break. You were starting to go stir crazy from being cooped up in your room too long and the change of scenery was nice—not that you'd ever admit it.

"__, you're next," Jungkook said, pushing you towards the counter.

You snapped out of your thoughts as you approached the barista waiting to take your order but just when you opened your mouth she put a finger in the air silencing you.

"Sorry, my shift just ended!"

You blinked taken aback by her sudden outburst, watching with your mouth hanging open as she dashed out the door, flinging her apron on a hook as she went.

You looked back at Jungkook to see if he witnessed the same thing you did and he looked as shocked as you, a little angry even. You rubbed his shoulder, calming him down.

Could that lady be any ruder? Even if her shift ended she still could've taken your order or at least not interrupt you before running off.

"What a bitch," you muttered to yourself.

"Hi! Are you guys ready to order?" called out a silvery voice. Finally.

"Yes, please. I'd like a—" you're voice got caught in your throat when your eyes landed on the barista taking your order. He was utterly attractive, his dark hair parted in the center, revealing the golden tan skin of his forehead. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and you were almost drooling at the sight of the toned flesh.

Jungkook giggled behind you and your face flushed when you realized how long you were standing there with your jaw to the ground.

"A-americano, please." That wasn't even what you wanted but it was the first thing that came to mind.

"Iced or hot?" the man asked, a cheeky grin on his face.

"Uhhhhh..." shit shit shit shit— "Surprise me."

The barista nodded, pressing a few buttons on the register before asking your name, which thankfully, you managed to get out like a normal person.

Jungkook was next, giggling in between his order and you hid your face behind his back in embarrassment.

"I'll have your drinks ready in a bit," the barista said with a blinding smile before turning his back to fix your drinks.

Jungkook pulled you to the side. "Surprise me?"

You threw your head into your hands. "I don't know—I panicked!"

Jungkook patted your shoulder sympathetically. "It's alright, you'll probably never see him again, anyways."

"Yeah, you're right," you said, feeling somewhat better. "It's too bad, though. He's really cute."

"I guess," he agreed with a tilt to his head. "He looks like the guys you typically fall for but you can do better."

You scoffed, shoving him a little as your names were called and you and Jungkook went to retrieve your drinks.

–

After that, you never thought too much about that day. The beautiful barista left your mind as soon as you got back home, re-focusing on your studies with a determination to pass. You did pass, too. Not as good as you hoped but you did well.

With finals out of the way, you were excited to kick the summer off with your friends. Jungkook tugged you along the halls of your shared apartment, skipping in excitement. He didn't enjoy going out without you, mostly because he knew he was out getting drunk when you were at home studying but also because you were his wingman. It felt like ages since you went out with the guys and he was practically jumping out of his shoes with excitement.

"Kookie, wait! My purse!" you laughed, your hand extending towards your bag lying on the table.

"I got it!!" he yelled, swiftly snatching it, then yanking you out the door towards the car full of boys.

"Ayooo!! There's our girl!" Jimin exclaimed from the car window.

"Did you miss me?" you asked, squishing yourself between Yoongi and Namjoon.

"Hell yeah, we all did!" Taehyung said, turning around to give your leg a squeeze from the driver's seat.

"Especially Jimin," Namjoon added.

"Your absence has truly proven these guys can't get a single chick without your help," Yoongi chuckled.

Jungkook squeezed in next, smashing your body uncomfortably against Yoongi.

"God, Kookie, you really need to get your license. I forgot how cramped it gets in here."

"Me? Why can't you get your license?!"

Jimin giggled at the two of you. "Let's get going, shall we?"

Taehyung drove downtown to some club you never heard of that Jin mentioned. When you parked, he was waiting for you at the entrance. He slid his phone into the back pocket of his skinny jeans as you approached him.

"__! Haven't seen you in forever. How've you been holding up?" He gave you a quick hug as he slapped Jimin on the shoulder.

"Great now that school's over actually. How about you?"

"Been feeling a little empty without you getting white-girl-wasted every night."

You made a face at him and he gave your head a few pats that had you flattening the top of your hair with the palms of your hands.

"C' mon I've already bought us a section," Jin yelled over his shoulder.

The rest of you followed in suit, the vibration of the music throttling your bones as you entered the dark club. Jin led you to the back of the club where there was a long sofa and a small glass table. Tonight was a good night to go out, you thought as you looked over the crowd of people on the dance floor.

"This must be the hot spot. Jin hyung why've you been keeping this place a secret from us?" Taehyung inquired from the edge of the sofa.

"I just found out about it myself so please refrain from accusing me of things I didn't do. Now, go get me a beer."

Taehyung pouted but headed to the bar without a complaint.

"Get me one too!" you called after him but he couldn't hear you over the music. You cursed as you chased after him.

You reached him just as he ordered a beer for Jin and himself.

"Oh!" he yelled as he turned to find you standing behind him. "Damnit, I thought you were a hot chick," he frowned.

"What're you implying?" you folded your arms across your chest.

Taehyung smiled widely. "Nothing! You're the hottest girl in the room—no, the world!"

"That's what I thought," you said squinting. "Excuse me, Miss," you waved down the bartender. "Can I get a bud light, please? Add that to his bill."

Taehyung's head whipped towards you at that. "Hey!"

"Coming right up," the girl smiled before going off to help another customer.

"I'm not paying for that," Taehyung declared, shaking his head.

Just then, a man with a strikingly handsome face caught your eye as he ordered a drink behind Taehyung. You gawked at his beauty, your eyes eating up the pair of toned arms exposed in his muscle tee. It wasn't until you stepped to get a closer look until you realized you knew those pair of tanned arms. You gasped, ducking in front of Taehyung.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his arms immediately wrapping around you.

"Don't look now but there's a really hot guy that I know behind you."

Taehyung turned his head, looking over his shoulder.

"Tae!! I just said don't look!" you scolded, pinching his wrist but not enough to actually hurt him.

"The guy wearing the chains? How do you always end up dating all the rich guys?"

"Oh please, he works at a coffee shop—and we're not dating. I don't even know his name."

"Want me to find out?" he asked turning away.

"No!!" you shrieked, pulling him back. "Let's just get our drinks and go, okay?"

Taehyung pursed his lips, wanting to say more but nodding his head.

You let out a breath of relief when he did as you asked and you went back to your section.

You ran to Jungkook as soon as you saw him, interrupting his conversation with Yoongi. "Guess who's here? Oh, fuck me. Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Calm down and tell me what happened. What's going on?"

You groaned, carding a hand through your hair. "The guy from the coffee shop. I saw him at the bar."

"No way!" Jungkook giggled. "That barista that had you tripping over your own feet?"

"It's not funny, Kook! What if he sees me? I gotta get outta here."

"Well, I think it's too late for that," a smirk formed on his lips.

Oh no. Nothing good ever came from that smile. "Why?...what do you mean by that?"

"He knows you're here," he answered, his eyes trained somewhere behind you.

You froze in your spot and Jungkook started laughing all over again.

"There's someone burning a hole in the back of your head at the bar, __," Namjoon said, sitting next to you.

You sank down beside him, your head in your hands. "Great. Just great."

"Yeah, you just walked in and you already got someone for the night. You still got it," he chuckled.

"No. I don't. I never had it, Joon," you grumbled, sulking as you sipped your drink.

He gave Jungkook an odd look, resulting in him doubling over in laughter again.

"Listen, I don't think it's as bad as you think. I mean, I think he's interested in you," said Jungkook.

"No way, he's probably laughing at me right now," you disagreed.

"Not at all," Taehyung said, perching himself on the table. "He's been looking at you since we got our drinks."

Your eyes widened. "What?"

"He's still looking too. It's kinda creepy," Jungkook said, glancing at the bar.

"He's not creepy," you slapped his thigh.

"Just a bit, Namjoon chimed in. "You should go talk to him."

"Are you kidding me? He already knows I'm hot for him if I go over there he'll think I'm both desperate and an idiot."

"Everyone already thinks that about you, __, what're you so afraid of?" Jungkook asked.

"Wait, everyone thinks I'm what?"

"If you're really so worried about looking desperate we can go dance near him and he'll come to you." Taehyung offered.

"Thanks, Tae, I really appreciate it but—"

"C' mon, please?"He begged. "It's been so long since we've gone out and Jimin's already out there having fun without us," he whined.

You could see Jimin grinding on some skinny brunette holding up a Corona, the smile on his face visible even from a distance. You had to admit it did look like fun.

"I don't know..."

"I'll take that as a yes! C'mon guys let's go!" he shouted, taking his beer in one hand and your wrist in the other.

You didn't bother resisting your friends as they paraded down to the bar, jumping around goofily as they took turns twirling you around. You tried not to be so obvious as you searched the bar for any sign of your hot barista but he was nowhere in sight. You couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

"Maybe he went to the bathroom?" Jungkook shouted over the music.

You shrugged and continued dancing with your friends until your favorite song came on and the boys, knowing this, started hyping you up. You grabbed the closest boy to you, which happened to Namjoon at the moment, and put his hands on your hips. Getting the hint, he began grinding his hips against your ass and the boys began to hoot and holler. You pressed your bodies close against each other, letting his hands guide your movements, matching the rhythm of the upbeat song blaring in your ears.

After a while everyone began to split up, finding their person of interest for the night, leaving you and Jungkook to remain by the bar. You suggested to go back to your section to rest for a bit and Jungkook nodded.

You let out a grunt as you plopped your tired body onto the couch, Jungkook slumping into the cushions next to you. You closed your eyes, wiping away the sweat that formed at your forehead.

"__," Jungkook called.

You hummed in response, not even bothering to open your eyes.

"__, look," he said, elbowing your side.

"I don't feel like it," you said as your head dipped onto his sweaty shoulder.

"Uhh, __, seriously, you should open your eyes."

"Just tell me what it is, Kook," you groaned. You opened your eyes, expecting to see the face of your annoying roommate but was instead met with a ice cold Bud Light being offered to you by none other than the man you've been searching for all night.

"Oh," was all that you could manage to get out as the gloriously beautiful man gave you a dazzling smile.

"I thought you could use this," he said, his hand lifting towards you a little.

"Thanks," you said, taking the cold bottle and pressing it to your forehead briefly.

"Umm...I'll be right back...I should uhh...yeah," Jungkook trailed off, leaving the two of you alone with a knowing smile.

"Is it okay if I sit here?" the man asked and you quickly signaled him to take the spot where Jungkook previously was.

"So, was that your brother?" he asked. He sat down so close to you that your thighs were touching.

"Roommate," you corrected. Your heart was hammering in your chest, the beautiful stranger seeming even more godly closeup.

"Ah, I see," he nodded in understanding. "I saw you dancing out there. You're pretty good."

"Not really," you chuckled. "I'm only good at dirty dancing."

He tilted his head at that. "Interesting. You want me to open that for you?" he asked, gesturing towards your beer.

You handed it to him and he took a bottle opener lying on the table, popping the lid off and returning it back to you.

You took a few gulps, the cold liquid soothing your parched throat.

"So, uhh.."

"Hosoek," he finished for you.

"So, Hoseok," you paused to admire the glimmer in his eyes as he looked at you expectantly. "Do you...remember me?"

His hand landed on your knee as he chuckled. "Of course I remember you. I'd never forget a face as pretty as yours."

You hid your smile behind your bottle. This guy was as smooth with his words as his voice was to your ears.

"I was kinda hoping you wouldn't remember," you said, your cheeks reddening at the embarrassing memory.

Hosoek shook his head. "I thought you were cute. And I still do," his fingers began tracing patterns on the bare skin of your knee.

Your swallowed thickly as your knee started to tingle, the distance between you two closing with each passing second. His cologne filled your nose, overwhelming your senses in a way that you couldn't think straight.

"I also really wanna kiss you right now," he said, licking his lips as he stared at your own. You unconsciously did the same as he leaned in, stopping when your noses began to brush.

"Can I?"

You didn't bother to answer; your brain wasn't functioning well enough even if you wanted to. Instead, you clashed your lips against his. Hosoek reacted immediately, his lips parting as your hands found purchase on his hard shoulders. His lips were smooth and plush, his tongue prodding into your mouth and you easily opened up to him. You moaned softly in his mouth, causing him to pull you closer to him until you were almost in his lap, your lips moving in perfect sync. It felt as if time was moving slowly but too fast at the same time, every song that played sounded the same, one blending into another.

You didn't know how long you were kissing but when you finally pulled away your lips were swollen sore and Hosoek's chest was rising up and down, trying to catch his breath.

"Do you maybe wanna...?"

"Yes," he answered, not waiting for you to finish your sentence.

You could barely grab your bag before Hosoek took you by the hand, gently guiding you towards the exit.

"__, right? Is my place okay?"

"Perfect." You caught sight of Seokjin in passing and pointed to the door to let him know you were leaving. He simply smirked at you and held his hand up to say goodnight and then you were gone.

He drove a silver Cadillac with windows tinted so dark that you couldn't see inside. The car smelled just like him, a mixture of vanilla and spearmint. He buckled your seat belt for you, his face mere inches from yours. His lips pecked yours briefly and although your lips met for a short moment your knees felt weak.

You didn't know exactly what it was that had you so drawn to him. Maybe it was the confident air he held around him or maybe it was the blinding smile he would send you every now and then that had your heart backpedaling in your chest. Whatever it was, you couldn't keep your hands to yourself no matter how hard you tried. At first, it was a few innocent touches, your fingers ghosting over the warm skin of his cheeks down to the harsh bone of his jaw. From there you traced the dips of his collarbone, overwhelmed with the sudden urge to kiss the very spot, so you did. Hoseok tilted his head, giving you more room for your administrations.

The moan he let out reverberated in your core, leaving you hungry for more. Your tongue lapped over the salty skin on his neck as you sucked purple and red bruises onto the flesh.

Hoseok cursed under his breath as his breathing became labored. He started fidgeting in his seat as something stirred awake in his jeans and he found it harder and harder to focus on the road. His hand guided yours to his crotch where you let out a shocked noise when you felt how hard he'd become. You focused your attention on palming him through the material of his jeans as he let out another groan.

He unbuttoned his jeans at a red light and you wasted no time helping him shuffle them down his thighs along with his boxers. His cock hit his stomach with a soft thud and you admired how long and thick he was, your fingers following the veins that adorned it. You let a string of saliva fall onto the tip and let him watch as it traveled down his shaft before you used the palm of your hand to spread it around. Hosoek sighed softly as your hands got to work.

You jerked him off slowly with a twisting motion as you kissed at his collarbone and Hosoek wanted so badly to pull you by the hair and force your pretty mouth so far down his cock that you'd choke but he couldn't. Not yet. After a few minutes, the slow pace of your hands wasn't enough for him anymore so he pulled over on the side of the road.

You paused, a puzzled look on your face. "What are you doing?"

"I can't wait another ten minutes with your hands playing with my dick like that, baby," he breathed, unbuckling his seatbelt.

You giggled softly, doing the same before getting on your hind legs and taking him into your mouth, making a show of how much you were enjoying sucking him off.

He bit his lip as he took in a sharp inhale, his fingertips massaging the muscles in the back of your neck. You tried your best to take as much of him as you could and fisted the rest that you couldn't take. His breath caught in his throat when you gagged a little, amazed at how fast he was coming undone because of you.

You felt him move your hair to the side so he to get a better view of his cock falling in and out of your mouth and when you looked up at him it took everything in him to not lose his mind right then and there. He found himself coming closer to cumming than he anticipated so he tried to stop you but you wouldn't let up.

"I'm gonna cum baby, slow down," he was damn near begging you but you shook your head, pulling yourself off of his twitching member only to push his legs further apart to lick a stripe across his balls, sucking harshly on each one.

"Fuck, fuck, don't stop," he whimpered.

Your fingers formed a ring around his sensitive, red tip as your teeth scraped against his balls and that's what sent him hurdling over the edge, strings of white painting his black shirt. You coaxed him through his orgasm, praising him as you milked him of the rest of his juices, sucking the fluid off your fingers.

Hosoek's head was slumped against the headrest, his cheeks flushed and sweaty. He shook his head at you in disbelief and you only smiled at him.

"When we get back to my place, I'm gonna ruin you," he warned as he pulled you in for a rough kiss that had the inside of your panties feeling sticky.

The ride to his house was filled with so much tension, you could slice the air with a knife. You fidgeted just about the whole time, your stomach twisting itself into knots just thinking about what was to come.

You stood closely behind him as he unlocked the door, a nervous mess. You were second guessing being here with a man so...him. It felt unreal that he'd be attracted to you when he could easily have his way with a model or some Oscar-winning actress or something.

Your fingers shook as Hoesok stepped aside to let you in, a dangerous smile on his lips as he watched you walk past him. His house was quaint. It resembled the type set-up you'd see at IKEA but still managed to look homey at the same time. While you were curiously looking around, Hosoek had already removed his shoes and was running up behind you to lift you over his shoulders causing you to yelp.

"If you want a house tour," he said, carrying you back to the front of the house as you laughed. "I'd be glad to show you around later, but for now..." he let you back down, grabbing your hand and leading you to his bedroom.

Your heart was beating so fast you could hear the blood rushing in your ears and you prayed he didn't feel the tremble of your hands as he guided you to his room. He sat down on the side of the bed, opening his arms to you. You gladly fell into his embrace, his hands lifting your ass signaling you to straddle his lap.

Your lips captured his with a sense of urgency, your tongue sliding into his mouth with ease. He pulled you down with him as his back fell onto the bed, the springs sighing at your combined weight. His hands ran up your sides, his mouth moving slowly against yours. His lips tasted sweet like the fruity chaser mixed with his liquor. You entangle your fingers in his dark locks, moaning into this kiss as his fingers work to unhook your bra. He cups your bare breasts under your shirt, loving the little whimpers you make when he gently squeezes them. You draw his shirt up and his lips part from yours for a second to throw it over his head to some random place on the floor and then he's kissing you again.

His kisses get lower and lower as he unfastens your jeans and roughly pulls them down your legs. You struggle to kick them off without breaking the kiss and Hosoek chuckles. Once they're off, Hosoek doesn't hesitate to hook his thumbs in the side of your panties and remove them, nearly ripping them in the process.

"Ride my thigh," he instructed.

You comply immediately, so desperate at this point you were willing to take anything to get some type of relief. You ground hips against his jean-clad thigh, a long whine leaving your lips as you repeated the motion. Hosoek buried one hand under his head as he used the other to help guide your hips, his teeth capturing his bottom lip. The textured material of jeans felt heavenly as you rubbed your clit over it, throwing your head back as you sped up.

"Not too fast," he instructed.

You slowed down reluctantly, whimpering. His hand smoothed over your ass then up your back as he hummed in approval, his thigh flexing under you as a reward. Your legs shook at the sudden increase of pleasure, your eyes closing as your mouth hung open.

You cursed as you felt the coil on your stomach winding up tighter. Hosoek pushed you against him faster, your juices making it easy to glide across the material. The hard-on in his jeans was now very visible and you wanted him to fuck you already, your patience running thin with his teasing and games. You wanted to cum from his cock, not like this, but you felt yourself hurdling over the edge before you could stop it, moaning loudly as your knees buckled, your legs too tired to hold your weight anymore.

Hosoek caught you by the arms, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

"Do you think you can take my fingers yet?"

You let out a noise in disbelief. "Hosoek, please, I want you."

"Hmm, is that so?" he asks with a lift of his brow. "You've been eager all night, couldn't even wait till we got home to suck my cock."

You shuddered at his words, another whimper escaping your throat.

Hoesok traced a finger down your dripping heat and you gasped, arching into his touch. "I could play with you all night if you'd let me."

"Hoesok..." you bent over to kiss his lips. "No more teasing, okay? I need you. Please?"

He thought for a second before agreeing. "Fine, I'll let you have your way just this once. But don't think you're in control, babe."

Hosoek flicked the hem of your shirt with his finger, signaling you to remove the last garment of clothing. You obeyed, your eyes trained on his as he rid himself of his clothes as well.

"On your stomach, sweetheart. Perk that cute little ass of your up for me."

You excitedly followed his commands, getting into the position he wanted. You felt him move behind you, then the sound of foil unraveling—presumably a condom—then he pressed his tip against your slit.

"Let me know if it's too much, okay, love?"

You nodded your head against the covers, holding your breath as you waited for him to move. He rubbed himself on your slit, wet, lewd noises filling the air.

"Hoesok," you pleaded.

"Sorry, I just can't help myself," he chortled, finally pushing into you with a sigh.

You groaned, his girth giving you a pleasant stretch that had you arching your back. He pulled out of you then slowly thrusted back in, fucking you at a painfully slow pace. You pushed your hips back, desperate for more, meeting him halfway and he grunted, his hand grabbing your wrists and binding them behind your back. Goosebumps littered your skin as a shock wave of pleasure crashed over your body, your breaths coming out uneven and broken. Hosoek was no better, his breathing just as ragged as he egged you on with his dirty words.

You couldn't see him from this position but you could vividly imagine his face contorted in an expression somewhere in between pleasure and pain, his tongue peeking through his lips just as it was in the car as he watched you take his lithe cock on your mouth. Sweat was probably already forming at the back of his neck and chest, giving him that glorious glow. You wanted so badly to see his face, to look him in the eyes as he pounded into your heat.

Hosoek loved the view from his position, your ass perked up for him, watching as he repeatedly sheathed and unsheathed himself inside of you. He wanted to take his time with you but the way you were mewling out his name for him had him losing control. The grip on your wrists was tight enough to be painful but neither of you could notice when Hosoek was hellbent on drilling into you until you became utterly undone.

You fisted the sheets, moaning into the covers when his length hit a particular spot, his name rolling off of your tongue shamelessly with each stroke. He felt himself slipping away already, his balls becoming tight as he tried to hold himself off. He kissed down your back, slowing down for a moment, which felt all too long for you. You clenched around him, sucking him back into your soaking heat. His hips jutted forward as he moaned, his warm breath falling over the side of your face.

The bed squeaked as Hosoek filled you up completely, your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head. You were coming to your end, tears welling up in your eyes, as you warned him. This only spurred him on, his strong arms lifted you so you were pressed against his back, a loud curse coming from you, his length somehow reaching deeper inside of you.

"I'm close," he grunted. "Fuck, you're so tight."

You mewled in response, your mind failing to form words.

Hoesok came first, his face falling into your neck as he moaned your name. You came a few seconds later, your head falling back on his chest as you clutched onto him, moaning and wailing.

Hosoek laughed, his arms squeezing around your waist. "I'm glad I met you. God, your amazing."

You let out a shaky breath, struggling to keep your composure. "I am pretty amazing, aren't I?"

Hosoek laughed again, help you off of him as he laid you down under the covers.

"You're such a tease," you complained.

Hosoek joined you under the sheets after discarding the used condom. "And you're fun to play with."

You shook your head at him, your eyelids starting to feel heavy. "We have to this again some time."

Hosoek propped his chin in between the valley of your breasts with a cheeky grin. "We can go again in the morning?"

You scoffed, your eyes closed now. "As long as you're making breakfast."

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elbiotipo · 5 years

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Ok so elecciones time en Argentina, and I have a the feeling you know more than I. I was considering the FernándezX2 formula, but I honestly can't take out of my mind the fact that they supported Maduro and probably still do, what proof can we have that they won't go down that route? what do you think of the other candidates?(if you're not comfortable answering its ok just ignore this!!! It's just I heavily distrust like, every single candidate)

(Sorry for the long post, I just REALLY like to talk about politics)

I understand. Elections are a wild time, especially here on Argentina. (I will answer in english because the ask is in English).

I don’t support Maduro either, despite (in fact BECAUSE of) my leftist leanings. I know Cristina and many Kirchnerists supported him, and I think that supporting him based on the legacy of Chávez, while the Venezuelan people suffers and cries for freedom is wrong. However, I also believe that any solution for Venezuela MUST start with dialogue, by the simple and pragmatic fact that Maduro still holds power there, despite the opposition.

Also, Alberto Fernández has took a more pragmatic stance on this. You can read his opinions here: https://www.infobae.com/politica/2019/07/05/tras-las-criticas-de-macri-alberto-fernandez-reconocio-que-en-el-regimen-de-maduro-hay-abusos-y-arbitrariedades-del-estado/

He isn’t alone on this. Uruguay and México have also called for dialogue, as well as many other countries. Now, I think even with this, he is too soft in this, but I also think the current strategy of the Lima Group of cutting all dialogue with Maduro has evidently failed, and another approach is needed.

…

However I will be very clear and strong on this: the Argentine right-wing is using the real suffering of the Venezuelan people as political manipulation and it’s disgusting. The fear of “Becoming Venezuela” is being preached 24/7 in an attempt to spread fear and division. It’s unfounded, stupid, and uses an actual humanitarian crisis to manipulate public opinion. It humilliates the Venezuelan people and does not help towards a solution. They don’t really care about Maduro or Venezuela; only the political points they can extract from it.

We cannot “Become Venezuela” because we are, well, Argentina… Venezuela is the classical example of a single-export nation, in this case oil, that has little local industries and mostly imports all other things, from food to consumer goods. Argentina, meanwhile, has a midly diversified economy; while our main production and exports are indeed agricultural products and food such as soybean, we also have (for now…) a consumer industry, and we produce all of our own food.

Compare and contrast; these are Venezuela’s exports by renueve in 2016:

And these are Argentina’s:

Brown is oil and fossil fuels, yellow is foodstuffs and associated products. The rest are various industries: services, consumer goods, automotives, construction, industrial parts, and so on.

Now, exports don’t mean everything a country produces, but they give us a pretty good idea of the complexity and nature of a national economy. Argentina is a net food producer with a relatively good national industry (again, for now…). Venezuela is a oil-exporting nation that is sensitive to changes on the trade of that commodity. Normally, that wouldn’t be a problem: Oil-exporting economies can grow and work very well, but Maduro’s incompetence and corruption has ruined the nation to an unprecedented state in history, and that’s why the crisis has become so deep.

But no nation is inmune to political mismanagment, and certainly not Argentina. Even with that, could we come to a point like Venezuela with the return of Kirchnerism?

From me, the answer is a confident no.

Why? Simply because the Kirchnerist era was a lot more moderate than what media sells us.

Neoliberals and “economists” tells us the catastrophic tale of rampant spending, national intervention, closing of trade, lack of employment, and other disasters encompassed under the scary word “populism”. If you believed them, you would think Argentina was a Soviet-bloc country that needed to liberalize and privatize everything to refloat again (and go ask them how it worked there…)

In fact, while there were many economical missteps like the “cepo” and the INDEC manipulation (that Alberto has already recognized and will not repeat), Argentina… had a quite moderate and coherent economical system? Tariffs were high, sure, but it’s normal to have high tariffs in key exports to have higher income (and the rich agricultural owners can certainly pay it). Protectionism in key industrial and high-tech industries is necessary for a relatively mid-level economy like us, and is, in fact, one of the reasons economies like South Korea and Japan had their amazing successes once they developed critical size for those industries. The so feared by the economists mass nationalization didn’t happen either, except for YPF, some trains, and Aerolíneas, and I believe there is little argument against our oil resources being back in hand of the state (and Macri is certainly enjoying it thanks to Vaca Muerta, one of the few industries currently growing). Taxes were high and yes, some social plans were mismanaged, but Argentina has an important public education, healthcare, science, social, cultural, and public works sector (not to mention the salaries of the massive police/gendarmerie forces, which nobody wants to talk about apparently…), so obviously relatively high taxes are needed. While I admit some things might be better, I don’t know about you, but I (well, my family) have gotten my taxes back through education, health, roads, and I am proud that my country has, despite all, such a strong scientific and cultural tradition. And of course, labor rights are *strict* (depending where you look…) thanks to a long legacy of worker’s struggles, but are we really gonna lower them just to bring foreign megacorporations to take advantage of us? I think not, thanks.

In fact, besides somewhat high taxes and tariffs, and of course corruption (but that’s a whole other deal…), Argentina during the Kirchnerist years wasn’t the insanity they say. Maybe not an investors paradise, but wasn’t the socialist (lol, another scary word) mismanagement disaster the media sold us, and still sells us. And even in those years we had investments from all over the world. 4 years of Macri and economic “liberalization” and there have been no promised “lluvia de inversiones” for all the destruction of our own economy.

I believe you could compare your own quality of life in those years with right now, but that depends on the particular case. I KNOW my quality of life has descended since Macri took power.

Now, with the current inflation, desindustrialization (there has been a record THREE YEARS of industrial decay on Argentina, and the few factories still open operate at less than 50%), primarization of the economy (the main winners of this economic model are big agribusiness and financial enterprises), historical debts (some to be paid A CENTURY from now) and a nation dependent from the IMF and thus the whims of USA politics, which economic model has brought us closer to collapse, in even less years?

Tarea para la casa.

…

As for the other candidates:

I believed I explained plenty why I never voted for Macri and I won’t vote for him this time either.

I think Lavagna is out of touch, and couldn’t even keep his coalition together, so I doubt his leadership skills; his “centrism” offers little to me. The other progressive parties have no managed to make a coherent option either.

I sympathize with Del Caño and the Left, but they don’t have the leadership and support to make their promises come true, their parties are always fighting between themselves, and I can’t afford to vote for them, not in this crucial election.

Espert is a neoliberal flirting with anarchocapitalism, defending the worst of the Menemist era, his response to our problems would be accelerating privatization, “liberalization” and the destruction of the economy. He’s also a misogynist pervert, and inmature like his followers. I have a strong dislike for the guy.

I would also take this opportunity to say RIP Unión Cívica Radical (1891-2015). While they were the greatest rivals to Peronism and I never voted for them, I have the outmost respect for those radicals who fought for democracy and civil rights. Unfortunately, the UCR joined the right instead of keeping to its social-democratic ideals (did you know the UCR is an official member of the Socialist International? no, no es joda), and the PRO has chewed and spit them. A sad ending for such a party.

The other far-right and far-left parties are irrelevant, but I hope bazofias such as the Frente Patriota get as few votes as possible.

And of course, there’s Romero Feris, a corrupt, nearly feudal character who those from Corrientes know well, who has used necromancy to revive the Partido Autonomista Nacional, the party of Julio A. Roca. No only it’s corrupt, regressive and racist, it’s also probably haunted and I don’t want ghosts running around my goverment.

I’ve always been a zurdoperoncho, but as it stands now, FernándezX2 is the best option. Alberto is a coherent, disciplined and skilled man, who has proven himself during the Néstor presidency as a good leader, he’s even a little too moderate for my tastes, but the rest of his coalition balances that. Regardless of what you might think of Cristina, she’s the most important political figure of Argentina, and her prescence and leadership is needed for a sucessful progressive political project. The rest of their coalition (except for Massa, who I hate) also have the support and ideas to make their goverment sucessful.

Like with all politicians, I have my objections to some of their positions, and I don’t think they are saints. But I think they are not only the least worst, but indeed the best option we have. I will vote for them with conviction.

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egheneto · 4 years

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BEAUTIFUL BOY

There are moments that I look at him, this kid that I raised, who I thought I knew inside and out, and I wonder who he is. He’s been doing all sorts of drugs, but he’s addicted to crystal meth, which seems, uh, to be the worst of all of them. And I guess I’m here because I just want to know all that I can about all of it. Know your enemies, right? So, my two big questions are, what is it doing to him, and what can I do to help him?

Vedere soffrire le persone a cui si vuole bene è terribile. Sapere di non poter fare nulla per aiutarle è ancora peggio.

Do you know how much I love you? If you could take all the words in the language, it still wouldn't describe how much I love you. And if you could gather all those words together, it still wouldn't describe what I feel for you. What I feel for you is everything. I love you more than everything.

Beautiful boy è un film delicato. Si costruisce attorno al rapporto profondo tra David e il figlio Nicolas. Senza troppe pretese, dipinge la storia di un padre che osserva la vita del proprio figlio disgregarsi giorno dopo giorno, oppresso dal demone della dipendenza da metanfetamine.

Soffrire insieme al padre è inevitabile: la dura e cruda descrizione del presente si contrappone alle rievocazioni di immagini felici di infanzia, permeate di tranquillità, amore e felicità. Nicolas era un bambino felice, bello, con una grande passione per la lettura e grande talento per la scrittura. Rifugiarsi nei ricordi diventa, per David, l’unico modo per trovare la forza di andare avanti e non mollare; guardare indietro ai giorni felici è seguire a ritroso il percorso del loro rapporto per cercare di capire dove ha potuto sbagliare come padre, per trovare delle risposte.

I know now I need to find a way to fill this big black hole in me

La storia è quella di Nicolas, ma è una storia che lo vede assente. Nic soffre per la quotidianità, per una vita che fa fatica a sopportare, che non vuole più sopportare. Si nasconde nelle droghe che lo accendono, lo elevano al di sopra di una realtà nella quale si sente intrappolato. Si sente finalmente vivo, ma finisce per non esistere affatto.

Al suo posto subentra, in primo piano, la sofferenza di chi gli è vicino, di chi lo ama e cerca di aiutarlo. Beautiful boy mostra un lato differente della dipendenza, il lato di chi, dall'esterno, osserva impotente una persona ridursi al niente. La caduta, la disintossicazione, le brevi illusioni di miglioramento e di nuovo la ricaduta: si trattiene il fiato per tutto il film, insieme ai familiari di Nicolas, nella speranza di poter assistere a una risoluzione positiva, nella speranza che quella sia la volta buona. Perché, d'altronde, per chi si ama davvero si farebbe di tutto.

David Sheff: Nicolas called. He sounds desperate. He’s going to die if we don’t do anything. Vicki Sheff: Well, he’s going to die even if we do. Nothing we do has any effect on him. I failed. I know you feel ashamed, okay? So do I. But you’ve done great, David. And Karen too, so thank you for that. You were up for it when I wasn’t, and I’m not giving up now. Never. But I can’t do it alone. I need your help. David Sheff: I don’t think you can save people, Vicki. Vicki Sheff: You can be there for them, can’t you? David Sheff: I’m done.

Ma al tutto c'è un limite, ed è un limite difficile da accettare. È difficile riuscire a mollare, a lasciarsi andare, riuscire ad ammettere la propria impotenza di fronte a qualcosa di così grande. Perchè l’amore è più forte di tutto ma, a volte, l’unica scelta è lasciar perdere.

Non puoi salvare qualcuno se, per primo, lui non si vuole salvare.

Nicole C.

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Bukowski, Let it enfold you.

Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you

when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated. I had bad blood, a twisted mind, a precarious upbringing.

I was hard as granite, I leered at the sun. I trusted no man and especially no woman.

I was living a hell in small rooms, I broke things, smashed things, walked through glass, cursed. I challenged everything, was continually being evicted, jailed, in and out of fights, in and out of my mind. women were something to screw and rail at, I had no male friends,

I changed jobs and cities, I hated holidays, babies, history, newspapers, museums, grandmothers, marriage, movies, spiders, garbagemen, english accents, spain, france, italy, walnuts and the color orange. algebra angered me, opera sickened me, charlie chaplin was a fake and flowers were for pansies.

peace and happiness to me were signs of inferiority, tenants of the weak and addled mind.

but as I went on with my alley fights, my suicidal years, my passage through any number of women-it gradually began to occur to me that I wasn’t different

from the others, I was the same,

they were all fulsome with hatred, glossed over with petty grievances, the men I fought in alleys had hearts of stone. everybody was nudging, inching, cheating for some insignificant advantage, the lie was the weapon and the plot was empty, darkness was the dictator.

cautiously, I allowed myself to feel good at times. I found moments of peace in cheap rooms just staring at the knobs of some dresser or listening to the rain in the dark. the less I needed the better I felt.

maybe the other life had worn me down. I no longer found glamour in topping somebody in conversation. or in mounting the body of some poor drunken female whose life had slipped away into sorrow.

I could never accept life as it was, i could never gobble down all its poisons but there were parts, tenuous magic parts open for the asking.

I re formulated I don’t know when, date, time, all that but the change occurred. something in me relaxed, smoothed out. i no longer had to prove that I was a man,

I didn’t have to prove anything.

I began to see things: coffee cups lined up behind a counter in a cafe. or a dog walking along a sidewalk. or the way the mouse on my dresser top stopped there with its body, its ears, its nose, it was fixed, a bit of life caught within itself and its eyes looked at me and they were beautiful. then- it was gone.

I began to feel good, I began to feel good in the worst situations and there were plenty of those. like say, the boss behind his desk, he is going to have to fire me.

I’ve missed too many days. he is dressed in a suit, necktie, glasses, he says, ‘I am going to have to let you go’

‘it’s all right’ I tell him.

He must do what he must do, he has a wife, a house, children, expenses, most probably a girlfriend.

I am sorry for him he is caught.

I walk onto the blazing sunshine. the whole day is mine temporarily, anyhow.

(the whole world is at the throat of the world, everybody feels angry, short-changed, cheated, everybody is despondent, disillusioned)

I welcomed shots of peace, tattered shards of happiness.

I embraced that stuff like the hottest number, like high heels, breasts, singing,the works.

(don’t get me wrong, there is such a thing as cockeyed optimism that overlooks all basic problems just for the sake of itself- this is a shield and a sickness.)

The knife got near my throat again, I almost turned on the gas again but when the good moments arrived again I didn’t fight them off like an alley adversary. I let them take me, I luxuriated in them, I made them welcome home. I even looked into the mirror once having thought myself to be ugly, I now liked what I saw, almost handsome, yes, a bit ripped and ragged, scares, lumps, odd turns, but all in all, not too bad, almost handsome, better at least than some of those movie star faces like the cheeks of a baby’s butt.

and finally I discovered real feelings of others, unheralded, like lately, like this morning, as I was leaving, for the track, i saw my wife in bed, just the shape of her head there (not forgetting centuries of the living and the dead and the dying, the pyramids, Mozart dead but his music still there in the room, weeds growing, the earth turning, the tote board waiting for me) I saw the shape of my wife’s head, she so still, I ached for her life, just being there under the covers.

I kissed her in the forehead, got down the stairway, got outside, got into my marvelous car, fixed the seatbelt, backed out the drive. feeling warm to the fingertips, down to my foot on the gas pedal, I entered the world once more, drove down the hill past the houses full and empty of people, I saw the mailman, honked, he waved back at me.

#film

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sillylittlelouie · 5 years

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Children Get Scared, and Defensive

When Frank-en-stein had said that he'd give M-21 a mission, he hadn't expected that it would be an in-fil-tra-tion type of mission! Those were super high-rated missions that the Union only gave to the best of the best, and he was a failed ex-per-i-ment!

He couldn't let Frank-en-stein down now, not when the scientist had put so much trust in him. So every day for two weeks he went to the preschool and stayed close to Aru-nuna. Then he went home with Frank-en-stein, reporting to him on the way back.

Usually, Raizel (who he was sure was a vampire) and his friends would be there when he and the scientist got back, and he'd be expected to give Raizel a short report about what he'd done in school. Then he was free to do whatever he wanted, until Raizel's friends left. After that, he would help Frankenstein clean up the mess that the others had left.

Once, he'd gotten an a-ssign-ment from the school, and he had to complete it and return it Nuna. She'd given him a sticker, as thanks for his colourful paper.

On the third week however, there were two other people at home when M-21 and the scientist got back. He didn't think too much of it, and went to give his report. But then the short one turned around, and it was all that M-21 could do to keep from running away.

The boy was another vampire, and he was strong. And the girl was even stronger. He could tell that, just by looking at them.

And, from his experience, strong people were usually mean.

Well, strong people other than Frankenstein and Raizel. They seemed to be nice people. And if they were nice people, maybe they would protect him from these two new strong people?

So, rather than running away, M-21 ran over to the kitchen, where Frankenstein had gone after they got back. Once he was there, away from the stares of those two new vampires, he sat down on the floor and brought his knees up to his chest.

His legs felt weak, and he couldn't stop his hands from shaking. His heart was beating fast, too fast, he couldn't breathe, and the room was too hot, but he was so cold. M-21 put his hands up to his eyes and tried to breathe. But all he could think of were the older successful exper'ments, of how sometimes they'd get together to beat him and the others. Of how mean Jake was, and how Mary would look at him. Of how that creepy man that M-24 had made had beaten him at first, before Raizel helped him.

Something touched his shoulder, and M-21 flinched. When nothing happened after a while though, he lowered his hands and peered up at Frankenstein.

The scientist was looking at him worriedly, like how M-24 used to look at him after another exper'ment. He moved slowly, bringing up his other hand to put it on top of M-21's head. He rubbed his head gently, humming softly while he did so.

It felt...nice. No one had ever done this for him before.M-21 grabbed the hand that Frankenstein had on his shoulder. The scientist looked down at his small hand and smiled. Then, he sat next to M-21 on the floor.

He sighed. "I forgot to warn you that someone else would be here, I'm sorry." The hand that was on M-21's head moved to curl around his shoulders, and M-21 took advantage of it immediately.

He curled into the scientist's side, still holding onto the man's hand so that it was crossed over his chest. It was warm, and all he could think about was that Frankenstein was letting him do this. Frankenstein was letting him hold onto him and was sitting on the floor with him, and Frankenstein was strong. Frankenstein was strong, and he wasn't mean.

M-21 took a deep breath and let it out, shuddering. He looked up at Frankenstein, who smiled.

"Are you curious about them, M-21?" he asked.

M-21 blinked. "What's cu-ri-us mean?" he questioned. The scientist had told him that if there was something he'd wanted to know, all he had to do was ask. M-21 hadn't quite believed him, because scientists didn't like people questioning them. But this was Frankenstein and Frankenstein was weird, so he was going to test it out right now.

Frankenstein chuckled. "To be curious means that you want to know more about something. So, M-21, are you curious about those two new children?"

M-21 blinked. Was he curious about them? He ducked his head and sucked on his tongue as he thought about it. Yes, he was cu-ri-ous about them. But, was he willing to test how much Frankenstein was willing to in-dulge him just then? He sucked on his tongue some more, and then shook his head.

He wasn't willing to see just how far Frankenstein would go, not just yet.

The man sighed, and held M-21 just a little bit closer.

"Would you like me to take you to your room then, so you don't have to be around them?"

That, M-21 knew the answer to, without having to think about it. He wrapped his arms around the scientist's neck and nodded, trembling slightly as he thought about those two vampires again.

Frankenstein sighed again, but picked up M-21 anyway. "Come on then," he said, sounding a bit tired. He positioned him so that his legs were wrapped around his waist, and then placed one hand under his bum and the other on his back in order to support him. "Let's get you into your room then."

The scientist walked out into the living, room, and all of the talking seemed to stop. M-21 hugged Frankenstein's neck a little tighter, feeling nervous.

"Chairman," Shinwoo called, "is Milan alright?"

M-21 froze, and felt his breathing hitch. What would the scientist tell them? Would he tell them that M-21 was so weak, that he was terrified of two strangers? Would Shinwoo and the others laugh at him? Would they-

"Milan was feeling a bit under the weather when I picked him up from school today, so I'm just taking him to bed a bit earlier than usual," Frankenstein replied. "Don't worry about him too much, okay?"

M-21 released the breath that he hadn't realised he'd held as Frankenstein began to walk away, relieved. His secret was safe then, no one would know how weak he'd been.

"What are you doing here?" Regis asked the small modified human, once his human classmate was gone. He hadn't wanted to believe it, when he'd seen it. But, there the child was, modified. A human child, greedy enough to throw away his humanity, just for the sake of power.

The child looked up at him, mouth set in a frown. "Shinwoo was taking me home, because the chairman asked him to!" the child hissed. "But then he asked you to take me home for him." He looked back down at the ground and kicked a stray pebble on the path.

Regis felt himself getting angry. "That's not what I asked."

Again, the child glared up at him. "You're weird," he announced, and began to walk away, leaving Regis and Seira behind.

...oh, that little...

"What are you doing mingling with humans?"

The child stopped, and Regis knew that he had him.

"You thought I didn't know?" he pressed, "I know that you have power from the experiments humans conducted. I just didn't say it." Walking towards the child, he waited until he passed before adding his final words. "I don't know what your plan is, but be careful. That greed you possess at such a young age? It will be your downfall."

The child, the modified human, began following he and Seira at a distance, after that. The minute they got home however, he crassly shoved past them and dashed towards the homeowner and gave him a crumpled paper from inside his knapsack. The homeowner looked pleased, and took it into a room off to a side.

Regis continued into the house, but stopped when he felt Seira pause beside him. He looked up at her, and followed her gaze. She was peering into the room that the homeowner had entered. Inside, the man was taping the paper into a frame, with a small smile on his face.

Seira put her hand on his shoulder, and Regis nodded, resuming his journey to his destination. It was inelegant to pry in the affairs of other, after all.

The next time they were alone with the modified human was orchestrated by Seira.

She volunteered to pick up the human from his school, under the guise of wanting to get to know him better. Naturally, Regis volunteered to accompany her, to keep them safe on the way back.

He felt a bit guilty about coercing the human with mind control, but it was necessary. The man wasn't willing to let them go for the child, citing that the boy was terrified of strangers, due to an incident in his past.

Rubbish. He was just using them to shield him from the humans around him. But they'd get what they wanted out of him, regardless.

They were walking the modified human through the park when their opportunity came. They stood, and the human stood with them.

"What's wrong?" he asked, looking around.

Rather than beating around the bush, Regis cut straight to the chase. Showing a child too much hostility left a sour taste in his mouth, even if it as a modified human. He took a deep breath and asked, "You know about the incident that happened at the hospital a while ago?"

"Hospital?" The child looked confused.

"What?" Regis was confused as well, until he realised just what their current scenario might have looked like to the child, considering what he had asked him a few nights ago. He scoffed. "Did you think that I would ask something about you? Sorry if I disappointed you, but I'm not interested in why you're hiding among humans."

This time, the child made a face. "Yeah, well, I'm not interested in you either, so there!" He stuck out his tongue at them in a display of inelegance. "Besides, they said it was a crazy person who did it."

Beside him, Seira made a disbelieving sound, and Regis felt inclined to echo it. Instead, he contested what he modified human was telling him. "Don't tell me hat you actually believe that ridiculous story."

The child made a face again. "What are you talking about?"

Regis narrowed his eyes. He refused to believe that the modified human was unaware of the truth behind the incident. "I want info about that case, and not just a made-up story."

The child narrowed his eyes as well. "I don't have to tell you anything, you big wierdo!"

The little degenerate was testing him. That had to be it. He thought that he knew something, and now he was testing them to see just how much of it was true. But how to find out just what preconceived notions the child was forcing on he and Seira, while still completing his objecive...?

"From your attitude," Regis said with a smirk, stepping back and pocketing his hands, "I think you know something about us. But you have it all wrong."

"You guys call yourself the Noblesse," the child interrupted, looking for all the world like a satisfied cat. "You thought I didn't know?"

Regis stiffened in surprise. Beside him, Seira gave a slight gasp.

"How did you know?" he snapped. "We don't normally move in person. Moreover, you knew, and you acted like that?"

The modified human grinned. "Why should I be scared of you? You're just a big, mean old bully!"

That rubbed Regis the wrong way. However, he wasn't angry with the child. He was disappointed in himself. Modified human or no, he shouldn't have let himself be so hostile towards the child. This time, he took a mental step back and released a breath.

"You're right," he conceded, once he was calm again. "You don't need to be afraid of us. It was just unexpected." Regis really hoped that he seemed calm. Otherwise, this would be harder than it needed to be. The child had already proved that. "Back to the point. Won't you tell us?"

"Why do I gotta tell you?" the modi- the child asked. The words were said unkindly, but the tension in the child's body was leaving. His face looked pensive, and it was obvious that he was thinking. Regis was getting somewhere, after all.

"I understand your position," he assured, deciding to continue with the gentler approach. "I understand that you would be cautious when it came to telling me, even if you knew. I don't want to hear about an insane person. I want to hear the truth about what happened at the hospital, and about the ones involved.

The child's thoughtful expression didn't change, but it appeared to become even more closed off. He was losing his window.

"We want to find the ones responsible for the incident and eliminate them," Seira added, surprising even Regis. She was usually content to let him do the talking, supporting him silently. It was a jarring change of pace, but not unwelcome.

"They're all dead, you know," the child blurted, flinching even as surprise took over his features.

"The mutants are dead?" Regis asked, looking at the child fully now.

"Mu...tants?" the child asked, brow furrowing. "But, there weren't any mutants."

"You know the mutant?" Regis asked, eyes narrowing once more. He was throwing caution to the wind, now. The modified human knew something, and he was hiding it from them. "Listening to you talk, I'm sure that you know exactly what mutant we are talking about."

He watched as they boy flinched, eyes widening as he realised that he was caught in his lies.

"You know a lot about the mutant, and you know a lot about us. I didn't want to do this, but you leave me no choice..."

Regis really hadn't wanted to use his mind control on a child. It was part of the reason that he was being so patient with the modified human. But the human had betrayed his kindness, so...

"Here you all are."

Regis looked up, surprised by the arrival of the homeowner. He hadn't heard the man approaching. Once glance at Seira told him that she hadn't either. The same went for the modified human. Were they so vested in their conversation that it had slipped their awareness?"

I came outside because you were all late," the man was saying with a smile. "But I didn't know that you were so close. Come along now, we need to make dinner, so let's go home."

The modified human ran over to the homeowner and clung to the human's pant leg as he began to walk away. He began chattering, telling the man about some inconsequential information. When neither the homeowner or the elegant student were looking though, he turned his head and cast a vicious glare back at Regis and Seira. Then he turned his head forward once more.

Regis returned the glare, even as he began to follow. Before the homeowner had arrived, he'd used his mind control on the child.

And the child had thrown it off.

Now he was interested in the boy...

"Does anyone want any dish in particular?" the homeowner was saying, when Regis and Seira caught up to him. "I'll show you all how good of a cook I am." He clapped his hands twice, as if he were excited about the prospect. However, he seemed to freeze when Cadis Etrama di Raizel's long legs overtook him.

"Ramyeon."

This was said with such finality that even Regis and Seira were caught off guard.

One thought echoed through Regis's mind before he could stop it. Again?!

#Noblesse #NoblesseFixIt #Children Talk #M-21 #Raizel #Frankenstein #Regis #Seira #How do I title

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balefulaleka · 6 years

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‘Know better’ tag

RULES: tag ten followers you want to know better!

Don’t know who should I tag tho???

Tagged by: @goatplague thank you!! c:

TAGGING: @mort-flesh @blakson @nonbinary--pal (no hard feelings if you don’t want to do this!)

STAR SIGN: Scorpio sun, Aquarius moon, Taurus rising

HEIGHT: 163 cm/5′ 4″ (yes I’m short)

PUT YOUR ITUNES/SPOTIFY ON SHUFFLE. WHAT ARE THE FIRST 4 SONGS THAT POPPED UP?

Boy, my Spotify playlist is huge ahahahaha

1. Blast Zone - Bones

2. Neptune - Sleeping at Last

3. The Requiem - Linkin Park

4. Don’t tell Dave - Dance Gavin Dance

GRAB THE BOOK NEAREST YOU AND TURN TO PAGE 23. WHAT’S LINE 17?

“A pesar de las manchas verdes de sus ojos, se volvió a descolgar tras ella y observó, fascinado, como ella fotografiaba toda la habitación.”

EVER HAD A POEM OR SONG WRITTEN ABOUT YOU?

Yes! I’ve written poems for someone, too

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU PLAYED AIR GUITAR?

Years ago (thank god)

WHO IS YOUR CELEBRITY CRUSH?

Tom Hiddleston is my man

WHAT’S A SOUND YOU HATE + SOUND YOU LOVE?

I deeply hate the sound of scratching a fork on a plate. I despise it with every bit of my tiny little soul

Dawn Chorus + my boyfriend talking in his sleep. It’s so cute

DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS?

Yes I do

HOW ABOUT ALIENS?

Of fucking course

DO YOU DRIVE?

Ha ha I wish

IF SO, HAVE YOU EVER CRASHED?

No and I hope that never happens because I'd never get on a four wheeled vehicle again. I don’t want to go to school on a tricycle, you know

WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ?

Perfume: The Story of a Murderer. I loved it

DO YOU LIKE THE SMELL OF GASOLINE?

Hell no

WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU SAW

Django Unchained!

WHAT’S THE WORST INJURY YOU’VE EVER HAD?

Okay kids, bloody and gross story time: I was like 6 years old, I was jumping on my bed when my chin crashed against the headboard and I bit my tongue, cutting it by the sides with my own teeth. 100% real. Blood everywhere. Not fun. Just pain

Don’t jump on bed it’s bad and you will bleed

DO YOU HAVE ANY OBSESSIONS RIGHT NOW?

Interview with the Vampire, Halloween, the past, this book about vampires I bought the other day and school

DO YOU TEND TO HOLD GRUDGES AGAINST PEOPLE WHO HAVE DONE YOU WRONG?

It depends, but if someone hurts me really bad I will. However, I tend to forgive too much

IN A RELATIONSHIP?

Yup yup!

#hope y'all learned something new about me!#And about jumping on beds #also don't feel pressured to do this if I tagged you #alex trash #tags #personal

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jancys-blue-bayou · 6 years

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I have an idea for a chapter for your Jancy kid fic where Emily comes running to her daddy with her favorite stuffed animal in hand and she's crying because it has a rip in it so he calms her down and sews it back up for her (because Joyce definitely taught him to sew) all while she watches with wet and worried eyes. If you used this it would be amazing c: thank you!

OK this anon is actually @iamthethumperanon after the prompt we talked more and expanded on this idea together to the point where she deserves like a partial writing credit or like co- story by credit on this lol. Since then we’ve talked endlessly about different ideas for fics (both We’ll figure it out and some other stuff I have upcoming) and h/c’s so yeah, hopefully we’ll have a lot more for you soon (sort of depends on how much time life gives me to write right now).

Also on Ao3 and FFNet

He’s working from home for the day, bent over some different storyboards he’s going over for the magazine when his concentration is broken by a loud cry.

”Daa-aaa-ddy!!!”

Emily’s shout is mixed with sobs and the five year old runs into the room with tears streaming down her face. She’s clutching her favorite stuffed animal, a fluffy bunny, tight against her chest.

”H-H-Hopper is hurt!” She cries and holds out the bunny towards him. There’s a noticeable tear in a spot where one of its legs meets the body, with some of the stuffing threatening to spill out.

The bunny was a gift from Will. In fact it was the first gift Emily ever received, in a way her first possession in the world. Will had given it to her the day after Emily was born, when they brought her home from the hospital. Which meant he’d had it ready for weeks, both he and Nancy were really touched by that. So the bunny had been there for as long as Emily could remember, when she grew she just grew more attached to it, she took it with her everywhere she went. He and Nancy hadn’t given it a name, only referring to it as Fluff-Bunny (”Did you remember to pack Fluff-Bunny?”), feeling it was Emily’s job to name it when time came. And when she’d learnt to talk she soon did. Hopper. They still weren’t sure how, but Nancy of course has a theory. That Emily overheard them calling his stepfather Hopper, and at the same time Nancy was reading a picture book about a bunny family for Emily, in which the rabbits of course hopped around.

When they first heard Emily call the bunny Hopper they both doubled over laughing. As soon as they had collected themselves Nancy went to the phone and dialed the number to his childhood home while he listened in. It was Will, home from college at RISD on a break, who answered. He burst out laughing as soon as Nancy told him and then they could here him calling over to Hopper, the real life Hopper, what Emily had named her bunny. Hopper’s groan had been loud enough for them to hear over the phone. From then on his dear stepfather was known by Emily as Bunny Grandpa, to differentiate him from Hopper the Bunny and her other grandpa. He and Nancy both of course referred to the bunny as Hopper too – that was its name after all, and whenever the three of them were visiting back in Hawkins they said Hopper and Bunny Grandpa to avoid confusion. Both Will and El soon joined in, and even his mom, to his stepfather’s chagrin.

His heart aches at seeing his daughter so upset. He bends down on one knee in front of her and carefully looks Hopper over.

”It’s okay Sweetheart, he can get better,” he assures her and wipes away some tears from her face.

”C-c-can he?” She chokes out, looking up at him with wide, wet eyes.

”Yes, I promise, I can fix. May I?”

Emily nods seriously and places Hopper in his hands. He clears away his work stuff from his desk and lays down the bunny on it. Then he gets his sewing kit out of a drawer. He had made sure to get it when he moved away from home. He still remembers the first time it had came to use, during freshman year of college.

”Aw, you ripped the hem of my skirt last night,” Nancy notes while sitting up in bed one lazy Sunday morning after a passionate Saturday night, picking the garment up off the floor.

”Oh, crap, I’m sorry,” he sits up too and looks over the damage to the skirt she’s holding in her hands. ”I’m so so sorry,” he profusely apologizes.

”It’s fine,” she shrugs but he can tell from the look on her face that she’s a little bit upset.

”You love that skirt,” he notes.

”Not as much as you do it seems,” she smirks at him.

”That’s fair,” he answers while blushing. ”I can fix it,” he offers.

She looks at him quizzically. He goes to his desk drawer and takes out his sewing kit, then sits back down and takes the skirt from her.

”You have a sewing kit?!” She asks in disbelief.

”Yes,” he answers while looking over the damage to the hem more closely.

”You know how to sew?”

”Yes.”

”How?”

”Learned it from my mom,” he answers while threading the needle.

”Well, my mom showed me how to sew too, but I never learned.”

”I had to.”

”Why?”

He’s quiet for a second while he begins to repair the damage as the memory comes flooding back to him. The words start to spill out of him as they always do when it’s just Nancy there listening. He can tell her anything, he knows. He wants to tell her everything.

~ ~ ~

”Jonathan!!” Will comes running into his room, crying and clutching his favorite stuffed animal, Chester the dog. ”Dad destroyed,” his five year old brother gets out between sobs. He looks closer at Chester and sees that the stuffed doggy has a big tear along its side. ”I-I left him on the floor when I went to get my crayons and dad stepped on him and said I’m not supposed to leave my stuff all over the floor and he tore Chester look!!” Will cries.

He feels anger bubble up in his chest. He hates dad when he’s like that. Which is all the time, really. Why does Will have to watch where he puts his things? Can’t he watch where he’s walking? Mom never steps on any of their stuff.

”It’s going to be okay,” he tries to calm his brother down, putting an arm around him and hugging him.

”No it won’t,” Will continues to cry.

His mind is racing. Mom could fix this, he’s pretty sure. She can fix most things. But she’s not home. She’s working a double-shift. When she does that she’s not home until well past Will’s bedtime. And Will won’t be able to go to sleep without Chester, he knows that. So Chester has to be fixed now. So it’s up to him, he realizes. He’s watched his mom fix stuff many times, sewing up holes in his pants, rips and tears in his sweaters. She had even let him try, letting him help her sew up a tear in one of his most well-worn pairs of jeans. He’s pretty sure he can do this. Well, he hopes so at least.

”Come on,” he says and tugs Will with him out of his room and into mom and dad’s bedroom. He opens the drawer in the dresser where he knows mom keeps the sewing kit and grabs it. Then they go to the kitchen. Dad is passed out in front of the tv with a beer in front of him, as usual.

He puts the sewing kit down on the table and beckons for Chester. Will hands him over, not crying anymore but still looking very worried. It takes a couple of tries but he manages to thread the needle and gets to work. Remembering what mom has told him he looks closely and works slowly and patiently, making a lot of small stitches since it’s better than a few big ones. When he think he’s done he takes a really close look of his work. Knowing he can’t do it any better than that he cuts of the thread and hands Chester back to Will.

”What do you think?”

Will looks over Chester with wide eyes, then gets up from his chair in a hurry and hugs him tight.

”Thank you.”

”No problem,” he says while huggings his brother back.

Later he helps Will get ready for bed as he does when mom works late. As usual he sits with his little brother for a while telling stories before Will is sufficiently sleepy and dozes of with Chester clutched to his breast. He goes into his own room and reads for a while and does his math homework. He’s getting ready for bed himself when mom comes home. He hears her open the door to Will’s room first, checking that he’s asleep, then she pokes her head inside his room. She looks tired.

”Hey Sweetie, all good?” She asks with one of those smiles she gives him when she looks really exhausted like she can barely muster up the energy for it but still always does.

”Yep,” he answers. ”I just did my homework. I’m going to bed.”

”That’s great Sweetie. Goodnight.”

”Night.”

It’s when he hears her footsteps walk towards the kitchen that he remembers that he forgot to put away her sewing kit. And also when he remembers that he’s not allowed to use it when she’s not home. Sure enough, soon he hears her footsteps rapidly coming back towards his room.

”Jonathan! I’ve told you, you aren’t allowed to use the sewing kit without me! The needle is really sharp and you could have your eye out and I don’t have a lot of thread and we need it for-”

”I’m sorry mommy, I’m sorry but I had to, it was an emergency,” he apologizes.

”What emergency?” She challenges.

”Dad tore up Chester and Will was crying and he can’t sleep without Chester and I knew you worked until after Will’s bedtime so I had to fix it.”

His mom’s facial expressions softens at his explanation. Then she walks over to his bed and hugs him.

”You’re the best big brother in the whole world, Jonathan,” she says. ”I love you so much.”

”I love you too, mommy.”

~~~

He finishes stitching up Nancy’s skirt at the same time as he finishes telling the story. He looks up when he hears a sniffle and to his surprise sees Nancy wiping away tears from her eyes. Then she flings her arms around his neck and hugs him.

”You’re the sweetest person in the whole world, Jonathan.”

”I don’t know,” he says while hugging her back.

”Well I know. You are,” she says firmly.

He shrugs and hands back the skirt. She looks it over, nods approvingly and tries it on for good measure.

”Still fits,” she notes. ”Are you sure about photography as your major? Think you should consider transferring to fashion design,” she jokes.

Emily stands next to his desk, wringing her hands together nervously and watching with still wet worried eyes while he sews up Hopper with the utmost care. When he’s done he hands Hopper back to Emily. She carefully looks him over, then hugs her dear bunny tight. Then she climbs up into his lap and hugs him.

”Thank you thank you thank you daddy, you saved Hopper!”

”No problem, Peanut.”

”I love you daddy.”

”I love you too Sweetheart.”

They hear Nancy’s key in the lock and Emily immediately runs out to the hall to greet mommy as usual. He follows.

”Mommy! Mommy!”

”Hey Sweetie,” Nancy smiles at Emily running up to her but it disappears when she sees the remnants of tears on Emily’s cheeks and her red eyes. ”What’s wrong?” She asks while picking up their daughter.

”Hopper had accident but daddy saved him, look,” Emily tells Nancy and shows her Hopper’s stitches.

”Oh, wow, I’m sorry Hopper. But how lucky are we that daddy is great at fixing,” Nancy says and smiles at him while she wipes away the remaining tears on Emily’s face.

”Yes, daddy can fix everything,” Emily nods seriously before clinging her little arms around Nancy’s neck, hugging her.

”I know, he really can,” she answers before mouthing ”No pressure” to him over their daughter’s shoulder.

He smiles at her. Nancy sets Emily down on the floor again and takes off her coat before coming over and giving him a quick kiss and a knowing look while stroking his back.

”Well, what else did I miss today?” Nancy then asks and Emily launches in to a dramatic retelling of their day.

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