#i got carried away this is so long lmao
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Can I ask for Moonboys and Layla comforting plus size reader when she’s insecure? Like a Drabble or hcs or something? Thank you 🥺
Sweet anon I felt this one fr. As a chunky gal myself I felt this a million times. I got you. And just remember you are perfect how you are and all the boys and Layla would adore you. So here’s some drabbles that can’t really be classed as drabbles really cause I got carried away. Enjoy my sweet
Moonboys and Layla comforting you when you feel insecure:
Warnings: afab reader but I do try to keep mostly neutral. mentions of insecurity over weight, mentions of eating/food , implied/ alluding to smut if you squint real hard
Masterlist - open for any and all requests! Also reblogs and comments are appreciated <3
Steven:
Steven came home bounding with energy as he always was when he knew you were home. He had a gift bag from the shop in one hand and a bag of groceries in the other, balancing them carefully as he unlocked the door. The gift shop had gotten a new shipment of plushies in, all patterned with various Van Gogh paintings. There was a travelling exhibit at work, which meant a whole new range of merchandise. And as soon as he’d seen the sunflower bear he knew he had to get it for you. Even if your collection was beginning to get ever so slightly out of hand. He just couldn’t help himself but treat you.
“ Hiyya love I’m home! “ he called, dumping the groceries on the kitchen counter. When you didn’t respond immediately like normal, he panicked. A million thoughts of any possibly bad thing that could’ve happened to you. He didn’t know why he always expected the worst. Maybe something niggling in the back of his head about how many enemies Marc had made over the years…. He was over reacting. His flat was open plan, there wasn’t exactly many places he could lose you. So he headed straight for the bathroom, the only real place you could be hiding away.
You were probably just taking a bath or something.
You startled when he poked his head into the bathroom, stood in front of the mirror in your underwear. He knew what you were doing immediately and he placed the bear down on the sink, hurrying over to you.
“ heyyy love “ he said softly, and jumped in between you and the mirror with his hands softly on your arms “ now what are you doing in here? “ you refused to look at him, curling your arms around your waist to hide from him. Which was silly. He’d seen you in your underwear- and far less- before a hundred times.
You were usually confident, happy knowing that you were just fine the way you were. That Steven loved you just the way you were. But every now and again it blipped. Your confidence plummeting to the ground at a million miles an hour. It wasn’t that he didn’t reassure you enough, hell the man complimented you every minute of the damn day. But sometimes you had those days where you felt the need to analyse every fault you thought you had.
You didn’t know what to say to him and he nudged your chin up to look at him.
“ what’s got you feeling like this love? Has someone said something? I can… tell me who and I’ll… I’ll. I’ll do. Something “ that made you smile a little.
“ what defend my honour? “ you teased softly, losing the grip on yourself slightly.
“ absolutely “ he cupped your face in his hands and pressed a kiss to your forehead “ now stop hiding in here yeah? You’re perfect y/n. And I adore you. Just how you are. Like the gods made you themselves. Bloody incredible you are. Wouldn’t want you any other way “ his hands then moved down to your arms and gently pulled them away from your body “ now stop hiding from me, yeah? Beautiful wanna see all of you “ your cheeks flushed as his hands fell to your waist and squeezed softly “ I know what’ll cheer you up. I got you a present“
He let you go and hurried back over to the discarded bear before returning, thrusting it towards you “ ta da! “ a smile blossomed across your face as you took the gift, examining the detailed artwork printed in its fur.
“ oh it’s beautiful Steven. Thank you “
“ like you “ it was cheesy. It was goofy. But that was him. And it made you smile again which was quite possibly his favourite thing in existence.
“ I don’t think I can quite be compared to a priceless art piece by Van Gogh “ he shrugged and gently pulled you close to him again, arms around your waist.
“ I dunno. Priceless to me “
Marc:
Marc watched you intently from his spot on the sofa, watching you at the other end as you picked at the food in your bowl. It was your favourite, he’d made it special seeing as you’d been in an odd mood the last few days. But you weren’t eating. Hadn’t all day from what he’d seen. He knew that sometimes on your period you didn’t want to eat. But that wasn’t due any day soon he was sure.
So it was odd. His brow furrowed as you pushed the food around with your fork, looking at the tv but your face showing you clearly weren’t paying it any attention. He picked up the tv remote and flicked it off.
“ y/n. What’s wrong “ you looked over at him like a deer caught in the headlights.
“ what? “ he sighed and shuffled closer to you on the sofa.
“ baby don’t play with me. I know you. What’s wrong? “ he nodded down at the bowl in your hands that had barely been touched “ it’s your favourite and you’ve hardly touched it “
“ I’m just not hungry babe I’m sorry “
“ and this morning? And yesterday? Don’t think I haven’t noticed. Did you actually eat anything today y/n? “ tears started to pool in your eyes and he took the bowl from you, placing it onto the coffee table and pulling you into his arms “ tell me what’s wrong “ you sniffled into his shirt and shrugged “ y/n “ his tone was slightly warning. But because he was mad. Because he was worried. He loved you more than anything or anyone in the world. He don’t want you to treat yourself so poorly.
You sat back and he brushed the tears gently away from your cheeks with the back of his fingers. You were the only person ever allowed such tenderness.
“ at work “ you started softly and he stayed quiet to let you speak “ one of the guys they just… just made a comment that upset me. It’s stupid I’m stupid. I’m fine “ he held your face in his hands and tried to remain calm. He always got angry too fast, especially concerning you.
“ what did they say? “
“ don’t make a big deal about it Marc.. “
“ I just want to know. Please “ your eyes met his and his heart ached seeing them glassy with tears, hurt swimming in your gaze.
“ it was Jessica’s birthday. She brought in donuts for everyone to share. Dave just made a stupid comment that I should only have one because I didn’t need the calories. They laughed. It was a joke I guess “ he let out a steady sigh already plotting a completely accidental run in with fucking Dave. No one was allowed to talk to you like that. No one “ don’t do anything stupid okay? You can’t just go around fighting anyone that says something bad to me “
He almost laughed at how well you could read him.
“ I never said I was going too “ you raised an eyebrow in question and gave a small laugh, shaking your head.
“ sure “ he tucked some of your hair behind your ear, eyes drifting over your face. It was quite scary how protective he felt of you, how much he wanted to protect and keep you safe.
“ I love you. And I don’t want you to think that people talking to you like that is okay “
“ I know… I love you too “ he pressed a kiss to your lips before reaching over for your bowl. It was still warm enough to eat and he handed over to you
“ good. Now eat “ you snuggled into his side and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head when you finally took a bite.
“ promise you won’t do anything to Dave? You’ll let it go? “ the way Jake was already nattering away about what he wanted to do to the bastard that had bad talked you, he didn’t quite feel he could promise that. So he settled with humming an answer and began making preparations with Jake.
Jake:
If there was one singular thing Jake loved most in the world. It was you. Every single inch of you. Everything. Your eyes. Your smile. The perfume you wore. Every word you spoke. Every laugh you gave him the pleasure of listening to. Every bump and line and curve that your body had to offer to him.
And he greatly enjoyed making sure you knew it too. He was quite confident in the fact that there wasn’t a single inch of you that he hadn’t smothered in kisses, shown his upmost care and attention to. And majority of the time you were more than happy to let him.
He hadn’t seen you for days. And he’d missed you. He’d practically jumped you the second you’d come home from work, but had kissed him back with as much eagerness as he had. But in the last minute or so you’d shifted. He could read you like a book and he knew when something wasn’t right with you. He’d felt the tiny way you’d stiffened as his fingers had tried to find their way under your shirt, your breath catching in your throat in a different way to usual.
“ all good mi amor? “ he asked, detaching his lips from your neck.
“ I- yeah. I’m fine. I’m good…. Tense. Stressful day at work that’s all “ he didn’t quite believe you, but you tugged him back down to kiss you so he didn’t question it further. Maybe it was just because you had a busy day and he was over thinking.
“ ah well I have a solution to help you relax “ he said lowly against your lips, kissing you once more before sitting up. His hands ran over your thighs and up to the waistband of your skirt, pulling it carefully down your legs. He dropped it to the floor and his hands went back up to what their previous mission had been. Getting you out of your shirt.
But the second he grabbed the hem of the material your hands flew down to stop him. He let go immediately, never doing anything unless you wanted it “ y/n? “
“ can I just… can I keep the shirt on? Please? “ it was an odd request. You’d never asked it before. His brain immediately went to the bad end of things, wondering what you could possibly be hiding.
“ are you hurt? Did someone hurt you? Who? Y/n? Puta madré “ he went to get up and find whichever bastard had dare lay his fingers on you, without any real understanding or vague idea of who. But you grabbed his hands.
“ Jake. Jake! “ he looked at you with a frown and you closed your eyes for a moment and sighed “ I’m fine. Look if you don’t believe me. I am “ you hesitated a moment and pulled off your shirt “ see. I’m fine “ he rotated his finger, signalling for you to show him your back too. Which you did with another sigh before laying back down and covering your face in embarrassment.
“ then what? Why are you hiding from me? “ he reached gently for your hands, pulling them away from your face “ princessa “ you refused to look him in the eye and sighed again.
“ I just… didn’t want you to see. Me. My body it’s embarrassing look at- “ he shut you up with a hard kiss, making you gasp into his mouth.
“ none of that. No no “ he kissed you again, a little more gentle the second time “ you are perfect. Don’t I show you that? “ he thought he did. He didn’t quite know how else to “ and I have seen you before. Many times “
Your cheeks flushed with heat and your lip quivered. For a moment he was worried you were going to cry on him.
“ I’m sorry… just one of those days you know “ you pushed yourself up onto your elbows and he brushed your hair away from your face “ I look at you and you’re just… well. You. And then I look at me and…. You could do so much better “ he raised an eyebrow simply out of amusement. The idea that there was anyone out there better suited to him than you? It was a laughable idea. He was almost tempted to check if it was April fools.
“ there is no one better “ he confessed “ no one. I love you, princessa. Every part of you. Look at you “ he started kissing at your neck and felt you relax underneath him “Eres perfecto, tan perfecto” he said lowly against your skin, hands roaming wherever they could reach. Now practically desperate to prove his point. That he adored you. Every part of you. And he wouldn’t change a single hair on your head “ let me show you how much I mean it? “ he asked, his kissing going further south. Between your still covered breasts and down your stomach “Estás hermosa “
He looked up at you for some final consent, happy with the nod of your head, and pressed his face between your legs.
Layla:
Layla woke up unsure of the time. Her sleepy eyes refusing to fully open as they squinted at the alarm clock. 3am. Still plenty of time to be sleeping and definitely not time to be awake. She wondered what had woken her up and rolled over to pull you back into her arms and drift off again. But she turned and hit cold bed sheets.
You had shuffled away from her, right to the edge of the bed. One turn and you’d be on the floor. She immediately started thinking what she could have possibly done to make you mad. You had been fine when you went to bed, in fact more than fine. She’d absolutely ravished you until your legs were jelly and her jaw ached. She’d fallen asleep with you tightly snuggled in her arms.
Maybe you had just rolled away in your sleep. Or maybe she’d taken up too much space or accidentally wacked you. She was an active sleeper and often wiggled around. Either way she wanted you back in her arms again.
She scooched up behind you, draping an arm around you gently in an attempt not to wake you. But it seemed you were already awake. The second her hand came to rest on your stomach, your hand was on hers and pulling it off and onto your waist instead. Layla frowned. What In gods name had she done to upset you?
“ habibti? “ she questioned softly “ what did I do? “ you said nothing at first so she squeezed your waist softly to get your attention.
“ Layla don’t “ now she was really confused. She sat up and flicked on the lamp beside the bed, a frown etched on her face.
“ y/n what’s wrong? What did I do? Honestly I’m wracking my brains here and I cannot think of a single thing “ you rolled onto your back and avoided her gaze.
“ your hand… I don’t like you holding me there. My tummy. I’m gross it’s so gross “ she frowned and looked at you like you were insane.
“ when have I ever said that? “ she’d never even dream of it. She was obsessed with you. She told you all the time.
“ never. It’s just. It’s a fact “ Layla tugged gently on your hand to make you sit up, pulling you into her arms when you did. She held your head to her chest, pressing kisses to your head.
“ don’t talk like that. Ever “ she rubbed soft circles into your back as you started to cry softly, soaking her T-shirt with your tears “ I love you right? Everything about you. You really think what weight you are or where you have fat, bothers me? Really? “ you shook your head slightly “ you think there’s anyone else I’d want to be here with right now? What you think just because someone is slimmer than you I would love them more? I’d find them more attractive or something? “ she was a little hurt you’d even think that. But she understood. She knew you had your insecurities and she always tried her best to be gentle with them. With you.
“ I’m sorry “ you whispered, lifting your head and looking up at her
“ don’t say sorry to me. Apologise to yourself. I love your body. You need to take care of it. It carries you around, it protects you, it heals you. It makes you… you. Yeah? I love you. I want to be here with you. Just as you are. Okay? “ you were crying again but she assumed it was from her words this time. You leaned up and kissed her, savouring how sweet she was. Inside and out.
Translations: - correct me if any are wrong I’m trusting Google
Estás hermosa- you are beautiful
Mi amor- my love
Princessa- princess
Puta madré- motherfucker
Eres perfecto- you are perfect
Habibti- my love
#i got carried away this is so long lmao#moonknight#marc spector x reader#layla el faouly x reader#steven grant x reader#jake lockely x reader#moonknight x reader#marvel#mcu#plus size reader#x you#x afab reader#Marc Spector#jake lockley#Steven grant#layla el faouly#Oscar Isaac#may calamawy#mr knight#scarlet scarab
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Ryuji having the worst bi crisis of his fucking life bc his mom just had to fucking ask “oh, whats this young ladys name?” when he showed her a picture of Akira petting Morgana. Like okay yeah Akira is like objectively pretty, hes like the Classic Delicate Pretty Boy just like Yusuke which is like whatever; straight dudes have eyes, and they know what women like to see. But now hes like. Seeing things he likes in girls IN Akira now and he cant make it Stop like its genuinely keeping him up at night 😭
Pretty boy used to be A Face that would come up in his mind when he thought of the term. There was no specifics in mind, just like. Pretty Boy. Pretty boy! You say that and theres like a Face Template that shows up in ur minds eye and hed just attribute that to any dude who was like Vaguely Pretty. But now its Akira 😭 and he finds himself cataloging things that Akira does that he KNOWS he finds cute when girls do it. The hairtuck behind the ears. The headtilt when he mishears a question. The Actually Pretty Doe Eyes. The breathy, nearly inaudible chuckle he does in place of a Real laugh (thats made better by the fact that its so hard to get him to laugh in the first place). He likes cute snacks. He blushes easily. Ryuji is sitting here like ‘theres no fucking way man. Like theres just no way. That shit makes NO sense (a lie)’ lying in bed in the middle of the night looking like this vvvv w his phone in his hands (looking at pictures of akira)
It drives him insane bc like he did Not see any of these things as like inherently girly or whatever. Like thats just akira thats just his bro! And he does OTHER weird shit that cancels all that shit out. Hes like a messy engineer/tinkerer, he rolls out of bed and whatever situation his hair is is everyones problem. He wears that AWFUL gym uniform and doesnt tweak it AT ALL?? He likes baseball?? hes got a whole binder of trading cards that he will show off if u show any moment of weakness. Like hes just Some Dude but also manages to be Some Girl at the same time and Ryuji is like thats not fair. Life sucked ass but at least it made sense before Akira stumbled into it 😭
#persona 5#pegoryu#akiryu#chattin#long post#THIS one is almost a year old lmao its been in my drafts for a while#i at least tagged it as pegoryu before running away cutely so i think i was finished ??? well now i am throwing it into the world#anyway. akira is the guy ever. and ryuji is exploding#‘i have died. badly’#i like thinking of akira like this; hes ryujis first exposure to nb ppl and gnc adjacent stuff#even if akira is p masc by most standards hes still got a bit of. aloofness. about his gender stuffs#ryuji is just really into the way akira carries himself#and it takes him a while to go oh. oh i think its cause i like this dude#um.#😳.#also i wanted to clarify#but ryujis mom just doesnt know Who akira is in that picture#and in my head hes like. looking down at mona and petting him (while sitting)#(AND hes with ann and theyre both kind of a distance away from the camera)#so at a quick glance; hes just Some Girl#and even though shes wrong; it kicks off the mental chaos olympics in ryujis head#‘what hes not a girl’ to ‘where would she even get that from’ to ‘well akira said himself he didnt rlly care what ppl thought about it’#to ‘well. where DID she get that from?’ to lookin at what his homie does a little closer to ‘aw fuck. man.’#but i love that for him#ALSO. RYU/GORO IN TAGS…..#but ryuji going oh my GOD oh my godddd 😨😓😓😓 when something clicks in his head about goro#his voice is so practiced and naturally softspoken and his public facing persona is very demure#and once he gets past the initial anger over goro being a pompous prick who shittalks about the thieves. hes like. god fucking dammit.#There Is A Pattern and A Type He Has and Its Killing Him To Realize it.#hes literally sitting in his room w his head in his hands
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fanart for what may be my favorite fic of all time, Running Behind by @asidian! here's prompto enjoying all the foods from the fic beacuse he deserves it <3
#ffxv#prompto argentum#final fantasy xv#final fantasy 15#im going to be wild in the tags here for a moment. this fic makes me CRRRRRRRAZZZZZZEYYYYYYYYYYYYY#like barking snarling yowling tearing up dirt with my hands taking bites out of the drywall#its like old at this point but every couple of years i remember it and im like well here i go again! and reread it in a several hour sprint#and then scream and cry nad throw up cause i love it soooo so much#seriously i recommend it so sohard . honestly even if you dont like ffxv#ultimate hurt comfort fic checks off all my boxes 11/10 explodeing#oh yes also the art is here. yea i got carried away drawing the foods jfkdslhglks#hi author if you read these tags im sorry for pinging you about your fic that came out like. 7 years ago#but ive been meaning to make fanart for it for sooooo long cause i love it and i finally got around to it lol#koob art#digital art#im going to be pissed if theres a food i forgot to include lmao#anyways yea i <3 prompo my scrinkly winkly crunkly doo he deserfes happines. im going to disappear into the sunset now
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Tickle asks #5 + huskerdust
MY FAVORITE QUESTION 👏😈
Angel FIRST discovered Husk was ticklish when they were sharing stories about their past life. Husk talked about his memories of being a child and getting into tickle fights with his brothers but always losing because he was the youngest. Angel then asked "are you ticklish now?", to which Husk replied "nah I'm too old for that shit", so Angel let it go.
The next time was when Angel was playing with Husk's wings and accidentally brushed too softly, making Husk jolt and yelp. He barely had time to get a threat out before Angel started tickling him. And thus the cat was out of the bag.
Husk found out Angel was ticklish the first time they tried to have ✨️ the Sex ✨️. He grabbed Angel's waist (accidentally) and made the spider giggle, much to his embarrassment. Angel had never slept with someone he actually respected and cared about, so he wanted to make sure everything about tonight went perfectly, and this (to him) was a total mood killer. His other clients in the past didn't like that he was so sensitive. Husk, however, thought it was really cute, and had way too much fun with it. They derailed the whole night for an all out tickle war. It wasn't the hot, sexy, first time they expected, but they grew closer as people instead ❤️
#SORRY THAT WAS SO LONG LMAO#i got carried away 😅#tickle#tickles#tickling#ticklish#tickle community#your asks#tickle asks#hazbin hotel tickles#tickle headcanons#huskerdust tickles
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innovators
(+ bonus doodles)
#vtuber#hololive#holostars#holomyth#holotempus#amelia watson#magni dezmond#gawr gura#regis altare#takanashi kiara#long post#maybe LOL#I got carried away#THESE ARE SO SELF-INDULGENT LMAO#WELCOME TO MY MIND RIGHT NOW#forget that the casual one is the biggest image in this set#tumblr said you WILL look at nerdy ame and magni in a skirt#holofateswap
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Day 6: Juyeon + Cam boy
Pairing: Juyeon x female reader
Genre: Smut
Word count: 3,947
Warnings: Camming, masturbation (male and female), dirty talk, edging, mention of dacryphilia, semi-public sex, nipple play, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, slight hair pulling
Kinktober 2022 Masterlist
You successfully managed to skip out on another department outing, citing the need to prepare for your new role starting next week. A promotion was meant to be celebrated, but you’d rather go home and get yourself off than spend a Friday night with your drunken colleagues, even if you did enjoy their company.
The commute home was long, but only because you could barely wait to relieve the tension in your body. You’d been working so hard lately trying to land this promotion that there was no time to go out and find someone to hook up with; you’d been relying on your favorite camboy and your vibrator to get you through it.
Finally, you arrived home and stripped down to just your bra and panties, propping your laptop beside you on the bed. The waiting room for the stream was open already, but his camera was still off. You only knew him by his username, JY115, though that was almost better because it made you feel like less of a creep. You were just a busy person who needed occasional sexual relief, and this was a way to achieve that.
The stream suddenly starts and he appears on screen, his fingers tapping along his stomach as he greets everyone.
“How is everyone tonight?” he asks, reaching into his underwear to grab his cock. You can see his hand moving beneath the fabric, already feeling yourself get wet. Your fingers slide along your stomach, toying with the waistband of your panties.
“Ah, it seems like a lot of you had a stressful week and want to relax. Well, let me help you out with that!” The streamer pouts, his pretty lips sticking out. He pulls his boxers down to mid thigh, the bright red tip slapping against his stomach. His cock is big and pretty and honestly you always want it in your mouth, but especially today. You want him to fuck his cock deep into your throat while he praises you for getting the promotion, gently petting your face at the same time.
You slip your hand into your panties just as he wraps his hand around the base, letting out a sigh as he drizzles lube down the shaft.
“Oh, it feels so good. I wish it was your hand instead,” he sighs, thumb sliding through the slit. Precum squirts out and you wish you could taste it. He looks like the type of man that takes care of his body, judging by the abs on his stomach.
For the next few minutes, JY115 teased himself, reading comments from the chat and answering questions. You knew it would be request time soon, so you just barely played with yourself while watching, thinking about what you were going to ask him to do for you.
“Any requests from my subscribers?” he finally asks, looking at the chat scrolling by faster.
You fumble with the mouse and purchase a batch of coins, only a tiny bit of shame nagging you in the back of your mind. If he didn’t want people to pay to see him jerk off, he wouldn’t be on this site, you remind yourself. Besides, you just got promoted! This was a treat for all your hard work.
You typed in your bid and a request for him to edge himself, hitting send before you can think too much about it. Thinking was the enemy of your perverted mind, and you didn’t want to leave yourself hanging with no orgasm.
JY115’s eyes keep darting around the chat, until he spots your tip. “Oh, you want to see me edge myself?” He smirks, leaning back with his cock in hand against his pillows. “I thought I was doing that already, but I guess it isn’t good enough for you guys.”
He presses his thumb into the slit and hisses, precum dribbling down the shaft. “I’m close, why can’t you just let me cum?” he whines. His pouty lips are so cute, you almost want to just tell him to cum instead. But you bite your lip and rub circles on your clit, determined to get off. If he cries, that would be even better, you think.
Keep going, wanna see you cry and beg for it, the chat reads, and you’re glad everyone else is on board with your idea. Hold off for us a little longer, baby.
JY115 bites his lip as he fists his cock, his hips bucking up into nothing. He looks a total mess, precum dribbling all over his boxers and sheets. You curl your fingers against your spot at just the right angle, his moans driving you wild.
“I can’t,” he pleads, begging the chat to let him release. You look up just in time to see a tear rolling down his cheek, sending you straight into your orgasm. You swear you’ve never cummed this hard before, pulling your hand out and wiping it on the sheets.
When your aftershocks end, you see that JY115 is still streaming, the tip of his cock an angry red. You almost feel bad now, but the shaky breaths and moans coming from him change your mind.
You can come now, you type in the comment box, sending it. You did so good, baby boy.
As soon as he reads it, he lets out a sigh of relief before jerking his cock quickly. It takes maybe three strokes before cum shoots out at the camera, getting everywhere on his bed. The white looks so pretty against the navy blue sheets.
“Wow, that was intense!” he says after he comes back down, smiling lazily into the camera. You wish you were beside him so you could stroke his face while he’s this blissed out, but you realize that you’re heading into delusional territory and have to stop yourself.
You close your laptop before the stream even ends, cutting off JY115’s voice before you feel any worse.
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It’s Monday morning and your stomach feels like it’s going to drop out of your ass. Not just because you have a larger team under you than before, but because you’re staring directly at the camboy you watch every Friday. He’s wearing office clothes and an innocent smile, but you’d recognize those lips anywhere. Your heart pounds against your chest, though there’s no way he could know you’re a viewer unless you told him yourself.
You manage to avoid talking to him all day, always coming up with an excuse whenever he approaches you. Even at lunch, you scurry into the elevator before he can catch you. You can see his face fall every time, but you just know you can’t handle a face to face with him until you’ve composed yourself a little more.
Unfortunately, Juyeon corners you in your office at the end of the day. It’s long after everyone else has gone home, so you know he waited specifically for you, the guilt tugging at your heart.
“I just don’t understand why you’re treating me differently. Did my previous manager give me a bad review or something?”
You hear the desperation in Juyeon’s voice and it only makes you feel worse. You hadn’t been trying to make him so uncomfortable, but what are you supposed to do in this situation? “Hey, sorry for being weird but I watch your streams every week and I didn’t know how to tell you?”
“Please,” Juyeon adds, making you look back up at him. His frustration is obvious, and you let out a sigh.
“It’s not that,” you start, biting your lip. “There’s…a reason why I’ve been avoiding you and it’s not work related at all.”
Juyeon straightens back up, his eyebrows furrowed in thought. You kind of hope he can just figure it out on his own without you having to actually say the words, but he seems a little bit dense from what you know of him.
“Not…work…related?” he speaks slowly, and you actually see the moment of realization cross his face. It’s almost comical how his expression changes from totally confused to…something else. The smirk on his face looks totally out of place in an office setting, and you gulp audibly as he starts approaching you.
“Oh, I see,” he says with a little laugh under his breath. He’s backed you up against the wall of your office now, one arm caging you in. You know you should excuse yourself from this situation before it crosses the line of workplace boundaries, but your breath hitches and you realize you don’t actually want to. “You must be a fan.”
It’s embarrassing to meet his eyes now that he knows, so you look down at your shoes. “Yes…I had no idea you worked in the company though.”
Juyeon gently grabs your chin with his fingers, making you look up at him again. “How interesting. Did you spend any of your promotion money on me? Don’t lie.”
You nod. “I always spent money on you though,” you admit, almost regretting it instantly when he laughs again.
“So you’re a big fan then, huh?” He leans in, his breath fanning over your neck as he noses along your jawline. “Bet you never dreamed of this ever happening.”
You can’t help it; you’re so touch starved that you let out a moan. You don’t even care that you’re in your office, that anyone working late could hear you two. Or really just you, since you’re the one who’s moaning so loudly.
Even in your dreams (and you’d had plenty starring Juyeon since you’d found his channel) you never dared to imagine actually meeting him. He was a fantasy, something you could think of when you needed but never had to worry about the reality of it. Except now you did, and in the worst possible scenario: your workplace. Still, having him this close to you and actually touching you was exciting.
But then you remember the reality of things, shoving him away from you with a quick gasp. “Are you going to report me to HR? Is that why you’re doing this?”
Juyeon looks startled, but then laughs at you again, rolling his shirt sleeves up. “Hardly. I think it’s cute that you watch my streams. Look how flustered you are, it’s adorable.”
He’s approaching you again, a hungry look in his eyes as he grabs your arms and pulls you against his chest. You sigh at the feeling of his hard muscles against your body, hands wrapping around his broad shoulders.
“It’s nice to know I have such pretty fans,” he murmurs into your ear, making you shudder. His hands slip under your shirt and grab your hips, holding you still while he rocks his hips into yours. “Feel that?” he says smugly.
You certainly do. You know how big his cock is, you’ve seen it so many times. And now that he knows you’ve seen it, you know you’re never going to live it down.
“Please,” you whisper, looking up at him. Juyeon smirks, his hands coming to the bottom buttons on your blouse.
“Please what?” he mocks you, though not meanly. You groan and press your forehead into his broad chest, too embarrassed that just a few touches have made you so weak and needy. Not that Juyeon seems to mind, but still.
“Please touch me,” you mumble, clinging to his shirt for dear life.
Juyeon’s hands unbutton your blouse faster than you realize, his thumb flicking open the front clasp of your bra as you gasp. Your bra is off your arms in another second, and then his big hands are engulfing your breasts with ease.
“You’re so cute,” he chuckles, rubbing his thumbs over your nipples. Your eyes roll back in your head slightly, unable to do much other than arch your chest in his direction, wanting more. “Look at you, so eager for me.”
You barely notice as he walks you backwards to your desk, pushing you to sit down on the top of it. He easily slots one of his legs between your thighs, pinching your nipples just to hear you cry out for him.
“Juyeon,” you gasp, feeling the wetness pool in your underwear. You don’t know if you should be thankful or upset that you wore pants to the office today, but it turns out not to even be an issue as he drops to his knees and peels them off as he goes.
“These are cute,” he says, snapping your underwear against your hip. You practically whimper in need, which doesn’t go unnoticed. “Gosh, you’re so desperate for me,” he teases.
“Yes,” you say immediately. There’s no point in denying it; you are utterly obsessed with everything Juyeon is and meeting him in person hasn’t changed that at all.
With a growl, he pulls off your underwear and kisses his way up your inner thigh, holding you down with an arm to keep you from squirming around.
“Stay still for me, baby,” he tells you, and you nod dumbly. You would probably listen to anything he says right now, if it meant having a chance with him. You’re still not sure this isn’t a dream, so you pinch your arm. It hurts, so this is definitely happening.
Juyeon licks your entire opening so suddenly that your back comes up off the desk, or as much as it can with his hands holding you down. He wastes no time burying his face into your pussy, nose nudging your clit while he curls his fingers in alongside his tongue. It’s almost too much to take all at once, so you wind your fingers into his hair and pull hard.
He moans loudly, looking up at you long enough to say, “Do that again and I’ll finish too fast.” Huh, so Juyeon likes having his hair pulled. You file that away in your brain as best as you can, clutching the desk for support as he goes back to eating you out.
Juyeon suddenly puts your legs over his shoulders, his fingers searching for your spot as he laps at your clit. You almost scream when he finds it, instead locking your ankles together behind his head. You don’t want anyone from the office to find you like this; it would be so embarrassing.
“Gonna cum for me now, pretty?” he teases, looking up at your shaking body. Of course you are; you already decided you’d do anything he asked tonight. You stuff your hand in your mouth to quiet yourself and let your orgasm hit you, harder than you’ve ever cum before. Juyeon fucks you through it with his fingers, mouth dropping open in awe when your fluids get all over his hand.
“You came so much,” he tells you, leaning up to show you the sticky white mess on his fingers. You reach out for your tissue box, but Juyeon sticks his fingers in his mouth and licks them clean. You think you might die right here, but you want him to fuck you first, so you hold on.
“Please fuck me,” you whimper at him, reaching for his hand. He’s still fully dressed and it shouldn’t be so hot, but you love it. As much as you don’t actually want to get caught, the idea of Juyeon being fully dressed while you’re naked and your desk is covered in cum has you getting wet all over again.
Juyeon smirks, then leans over you for a kiss. “As if I’d leave now without getting to be inside this pretty pussy,” he laughs, swiping more cum from your folds. You hiss at the feeling, still sensitive from your first orgasm. “Should we do it on the desk? Or in your chair?”
You contemplate both. Your desk is already a mess so it would be easier, but something about the idea of Juyeon holding you in his lap while he rails you has you absolutely salivating. You nod at the chair shyly.
He smirks, standing up and walking over to the chair. When he sits in it, legs spread wide with his cock bulging against the fabric of his pants, you feel your pussy throb with desire. Juyeon unbuttons his pants and pulls his cock out. The fact that he didn’t wear underwear to the office has your mind reeling. “Come over here,” he beckons you, and you stand up from the desk immediately.
When you’re close enough, Juyeon grabs your ass and forces you into his lap, his cock right underneath your bare pussy. “Did you finish all that paperwork?” he asks you after a kiss, splaying a big palm over your bare back.
You look at him dumbly. “What?”
He laughs at you, leaning forward to capture your lips in another kiss. This time, he bites the bottom one, soothing it after with his tongue. “The hiring paperwork. For your new team. Don’t tell me you forgot already?”
You look over to the disheveled pile of paperwork hanging on for dear life at the edge of your desk. “No,” you admit with a swallow, your eyes coming back to meet his gaze. Juyeon smirks, then reaches out behind you and sweeps the papers to the floor.
“Oops,” he chuckles, grabbing your hips and lifting you up. “Guess I’ll have to punish you then.”
You look down as he spits in his hand and strokes his cock, the length filling out nicely. It still doesn’t feel real that you’re about to get fucked by your favorite camboy, but you’re not going to pinch yourself again. You just watch as he closes his eyes and thumbs over the head, spreading his precum around as his soft moans are making you wetter by the second.
Juyeon opens his eyes suddenly and looks at you. “Do you have a condom?”
You almost want to laugh; who keeps condoms in their office? But then you realize you’re a little less sexually active than most people, so maybe you’re the weird one here. You shake your head, feeling disappointed that the one time you aren’t prepared for something, it has to be this.
“Birth control?” he prompts, raising an eyebrow. And suddenly you’ve never been more thankful for your gynecologist for talking you into the implant in your arm.
“Yes,” you sigh in relief, squeezing his shoulders. You’re still balancing in his lap while he strokes his cock below, but you don’t want to wait any longer now that you’re cleared. “I’m clean, I haven’t been with anyone for…a while.”
Juyeon kisses between your breasts. “I’m clean too, I got tested last week,” he tells you. You love a responsible man, so this information turns you on even more.
“Hurry up,” you whine, wondering why he hasn’t started fucking you yet. Juyeon raises an eyebrow, one hand lining his cock up to your entrance while he holds your hips steady.
“See, this is exactly why I have to punish you,” he sighs, shaking his head. In one swift motion, Juyeon sinks you down onto his cock, leaving you impossibly full.
“Oh my god,” you gasp, mouthing at his collarbone. His big hands smooth over your back as you get used to the feeling of his massive cock being inside you, the stretch almost too much for you to take.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” he coos, his hand coming down to squeeze your ass gently. You can’t help but gasp again, your walls fluttering. “Just tell me when I can move.”
You know Juyeon isn’t in a rush, not with the way he’s soothing you and giving you little pecks from time to time. It warms your heart, honestly…but you aren’t here for sweet little moments like this. If you’re going to sleep with your dream man, you want him to absolutely destroy you. So you do what you know best to get a man to fuck you; you slowly rock your hips against his lap while running your hands down his back.
Of course, Juyeon doesn’t disappoint. With a low growl, he grabs your hips and lifts you up off his cock almost completely, slamming you back down before you can even catch your breath. The pace he sets is brutal right from the start, but you can’t stop moaning and whimpering as he pounds into you.
“You just don’t know how to be good, do you?” he says, shoving a hand between you to rub circles on your clit. Juyeon kisses at your throat while he takes you apart, his teeth nipping every so often. “Couldn’t wait to just get totally railed in your office?”
You can’t do anything but remember to breathe in and out at this point, your walls hugging his thick cock every time he fucks into you. Everywhere you look, Juyeon is there, whether it’s his hands, his dick or his lips. Not that you’re complaining, but it’s getting to be overwhelming. Your orgasm is coming on strong, hurtling down towards you faster than ever.
“Juyeon,” you cry out, your nails digging into his back harder than before. “I’m gonna cum.”
Juyeon stops thrusting, instead grinding his hips into yours while he thumbs at your clit. “Go ahead,” he tells you, smirking. “Get my cock all creamy.”
Your vision whites out as you release, Juyeon’s cock and his hands on your skin the only thing tethering you to Earth. The aftershocks have you trembling in his lap, barely holding onto his shoulders.
It takes a few minutes for you to come back and you immediately feel guilty that he didn’t get to cum, your face pulling into a frown. “Let me finish you,” you say, sliding off his lap to your knees.
“You don’t have to,” Juyeon starts, but he cuts off into a moan the second your lips wrap around his dick. You squeeze his balls in your hand as you take him as far into your throat as you can, thanking god you don’t have a gag reflex.
Juyeon grips the arms of your desk chair, his head falling back as he breathes carefully. “That’s it,” he coaxes you. “Take your reward for your promotion.”
You moan around his cock, the vibrations startling him slightly. If someone had said last Friday that your fantasy would come true, you would’ve laughed in their face. But here you are, experiencing it. The sounds he’s making have you ready to go for another round, despite still being sensitive. You want to make sure he gets to cum first though, so you swallow around him and suck him harder.
“So good for me, you gonna let me fill up your mouth?” Juyeon looks down at you, fingers sliding into your hair and gently pulling you further onto his cock. You breathe hard through your nose to accommodate him, drool and precum dripping down your chin.
You know if anyone walked into your office right now, you’d look like a sloppy, dick obsessed mess. But you can’t find it in yourself to care anymore, not when all your dreams are coming true. You look up at Juyeon, swallow his cock again, and suddenly he’s spilling his load into your mouth, hot and salty.
You swallow until you can’t, the rest dripping down onto your chest as you catch your breath in heaving gasps. Juyeon collapses into the chair like jelly, his cock deflating as he stares at you with a blank expression. You feel more nervous the longer he looks at you like that, unsure of what you two are supposed to do now.
“So,” he starts, leaning forward on his elbows. When he can reach your chin, he grabs it with a smirk, tilting your head up. “When can we do that again, boss?”
#the boyz smut#tbz smut#the boyz fic#juyeon smut#juyeon x reader#kinktober 2022#my fics#this is so long i got carried away#i could make a she's the boss joke here#but i won't lmao#600
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nick/gatsby real? do weigh in
fdhsjkfhdskj okay i know this is a joke but I honestly think it's very plausible to read queer subtext on top, or indeed as part of, nick's wider blind spot regarding gatsby (and also queerness within nick's characterisation given the tension in his character between insisting on his own honesty and specific ommissions and bias within his narration).
i think nick/gatsby 'real' in the sense of queerness being a reading i believe you can successfully make an argument for as being valid reading of that text yeah, if not specifically "I think Jay Gatsby and Nick Carroway made out in that novel" fsdkjhfjkds. I think whether you want to argue about reciprocation is a slightly different wheelhouse, but for me, in terms of arguing for a queer interpretation of Nick and his specific blindspot re Gatsby, I think that's very plausible.
Even just taking Gatsby out of the equation for a moment here re Nick, the omissions regarding characters like Mr McKee are honestly incredibly interesting when we're talking about reading Nick through a queer lens, especially when Nick takes such pains to try (and fail lol) to stress and defend his objectivity as a narrator (why and defending to who, are interesting questions to ask in this queer lens).
(pg 31)
There's a big passage of lost time between them standing in the elevator and then Nick standing beside McKee's bed, with the detail of the man being in his underwear, and that's pretty notable when taken in the context of Nick's specific goals as a narrator (objectivity) and the ways in which he so obviously lies to himself about his own impartiality.
The question in that specific passage, through the queer lens, could thus be why does a narrator who so desperately tries to convince himself of his own lingering morality (in comparison to the what is presented as the careless decadence and destructive hedonism of the rich), personal honesty and objectivity regarding the persons he describes, have these ommissions and what can we understand about Nick's characterisation when viewing what he chooses to tell, and how he chooses to tell it, with this lens.
Applying this lens also offers a very interesting dimension to the sentiments Gatsby evokes in Nick
Again, the queer lens offers a very interesting, additional dimension to Nick and Gatsby essentially being in this self validating cycle of their various bias w one another fjksdfkj. W the passage above specifically, why might someone, as interpreted through this queer lens, be so enamoured with the idea of someone percieving you only so far as you wish to be understood and offering an unconditional acceptance and belief of what they see? Esp when taken in conjunction with other elements we can use to argue for Nick's queerness like w Mr McKee.
And then one last quote. Interpreting Nick as queer offers again another way (in addition to the idea of just being enthralled w Gatsby's idealism outside of any romantic sensibility) to understand why he essentially cannot be objective about Gatsby, why he is so enamored with this idealism of Gatsby's. Describes there being "something gorgeous about him" and why he kind of seeks to absolve Gatsby of his own culpability.
#ask games#anon#this is so fucking LONG and rambles all over the place im sorry#i got carried away lmao
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AUTUMN-SICK
in which Sirius Black desperately misses autumn (or something else?) + wolfstar fluff ofc
@wolfstarmicrofic prompt: “autumn”
For Sirius, autumn has always meant a lot more than a steady chill and a faster sunset. Autumn is a packed trunk. A cherry-red train. Friends, love, a break from the nightmare.
Even when he is older, safer, free from them—the joy is still automatic, and it is inescapable.
He knows the summer holidays are drawing to a close—which is bad, now, because Effie and Monty are amazing and Sirius loves them so very much—but still, he watches with an uncontrollable glee as the first flower buds peek out between the ivy that climbs over James’ window. Clumps of blackberries start to form all over the boughs of Effie’s bushes, and he can’t stop beaming every time the rain cuts their Quidditch matches short.
At breakfast, Sirius excitedly tells James about all the times that week that he’s woken up freezing and had to pull the sheets back over himself. It is invigorating, to him. He leaves the covers off when he goes to sleep now, just so he can wake up to that freezing dawn cold. It is like a drug—he wants more, and more. The cold means Hogwarts, and Hogwarts is good.
After Hogwarts, autumn seems to come much more slowly. The London flat he lives in has no blackberry bushes or ivy. There’s a radiator, so he never wakes up freezing with his blankets bunched around his ankles. There are no Quidditch games to be played, and the rain is just a dreary mess here—nothing special to him, as he watches it hit windows and flood gutters with a monotonous, dreary thunder.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
August drips by, then early September, and Sirius starts to feel anxious. He picks his lips and bites his nails and tries to hide both from Moony—who notices, of course, and presses him to tell him what the bother is. Only… Sirius doesn’t know, exactly.
He has no word for this sick, sorry feeling. He does not understand the way his stomach clenches as he walks past King’s Cross, cannot put into words that twisty trembly feeling that racks him every time he crosses another mid-September date off on the calendar in their kitchen. He lies awake at night and does not know why—he only knows that their plain white ceiling is so different from the swirly creamy plaster of Hogwarts’. And that terrifies him, for some unknown, inexplicable reason.
And then one evening he finds a pack of old Polaroids in Moony’s bedside and he cannot bear it.
There is one—with a messy ‘1973’ written in the corner—of a group of little boys and girls on a train. The messy-haired one has the dark-haired one in headlock, the two other boys are trying to pull them apart, and the two girls standing at the edge of the frame are yelling at the camera.
Sirius knows what they are saying, can hear them—even though it is a muggle-style shot. Because he remembers this day like it were yesterday; or the day before—“God, don’t just stand there watching, Lily, he’ll kill Sirius!”
But then… he doesn’t remember it like it was yesterday, either. He does not remember why James and him were fighting. He does not even remember if they were angry, or bored, or just having some fun. He cannot remember how the fight ended. A bloody nose? Ruined hair? It is grey, black, a blur.
Sirius cannot bear it.
He tucks the Polaroid in his pocket and heads out onto the balcony.
He does not know why, at first. Maybe it is the sky—alight with pinks and reds and golds. The only hues of autumn to be found for miles around. He stands at the railing, eyes fixed on that sky, and enjoys the gathering brisk cold. He watches a dusky greyness steal over that burst of colour and he still watches as it fades—like old Polaroids and old memories and old times that feel like an age and a moment ago at once—into the cold, grey darkness of night.
Moony finds him there.
“Pads, what are you doing?” he murmurs softly, quiet footfalls coming to a stop an inch behind Sirius. “Are you okay?”
“I’m…” he searches for the words, but he cannot find them. He feels tired, sad, anxious, terrified—everything that you were meant to feel amidst a war, of course, but he knew this was a different kind of sadness.
“I miss autumn,” he says, simply. It’s the only thing he knows for sure.
“Padfoot.”
A hand on his shoulder. Warm, gentle. Sirius turns to his boyfriend and slips a hand into his pocket, drawing out that old little Polaroid like a precious heirloom, some kind of gem.
“I found this,” he says, sadly.
Moony takes it, and his brows crease, eyes fixed on frozen smiles amidst frozen chaos. Just as Sirius’ are.
They are silent, a minute.
Then Moony tears his eyes from the image and meets Sirius’, a soft subtle realisation stirring in their honey depths. He smiles, just a little. Like it hurts to try more.
“I’m homesick, too,” he says, gently. “For back then.”
Sirius has never felt ‘homesick’ before. The House of Black was not a home you missed too easily. Even as an eleven year old—at Hogwarts for the very first time—he may have felt a little strange, in the sea of newness. But sick like this?
Never, no.
This hurt your heart. This was monstrous, biting. Love’s terrible antithesis.
No, that wasn’t right—this was love torn to pieces, shredded apart.
“Its terrible,” Sirius mumbles. “I’ve never felt this way before.”
Moony just nods. His eyes are back on the picture.
“It’s worse, like this.” Sirius says. “When it’s not a place. When you’re homesick for… an era, a time. Isn’t it, Remus?”
Moony just sighs. He slips the Polaroid in his pocket and tries a smile.
“Well, the good thing about autumn…” he says, slowly, “Is that it comes back ‘round again, someday. A little different every year—but you know it’ll always come back.”
Sirius shivers, a little. He is frozen half-way to death. Moony takes his hand in his, and it’s warm, so bloody warm.
“It’ll come back,” Sirius whispers, pulling him in for a kiss that is just as warm and perfect—and, Sirius thinks—bursting with all of autumn’s fiery hues at once.
#SORRY ITS SO LONG ITS NOT REALLY A MICROFIC IM SORRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY I REALLY DID#also yay! exams are over! I can write!#sirius black#marauders era#remus lupin#marauders#wolfstar#moony wormtail padfoot and prongs#james & peter & remus & sirius#wolfstar fic#wolfstar microfic#marauders fic#(also slipped in a little ‘r u okay’ in there#to celebrate r u okay day)#idk if that’s a worldwide thing or just here lmao
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Yo, hc brain is back in full swing. Towards the end of a wrecking with Dream, (we'll make his ler Karl for this one) he's given a small break to breathe, his wrists pinned to either side of his head. "We're gonna do one more thing and then we'll stop ok? Now, tell me to tickle your tummy~" the idea of the ler making the lee tell them to tickle their death spot and halfway through making them say "keep going" and only stopping when they know the limit is reached
sleepyyyy hello hello hello!!! okay okay I LOVE this so so much oh my gOD THIS IS SO GOOD
more under the cut bc I got . a little carried away lmao
and this is SUCH a karl thing to do as well, he would love embarrassing his lee by doing stuff that he Knows will get to them- whether it be forcing them to make eye contact (cough cough george) or telling them to keep their arms up (cough cough sapnap) or telling them not to laugh (cough cough quackity) – but especially with dream, because dream blushes and gets embarrassed and stuttery and giggly so quickly, doesn't he? poor baby :(
so when karl holds his arms down on either side of his head, rubbing his thumbs along his wrists while he takes in huge gulps of air from the tickling karl's already dished out to him, he thinks maybe he can handle whatever else karl has planned, they're probably nearing the end anyway.
but then karl leans down and presses a tiny kiss to his palm, making dream giggle softly before turning his head to dreams ear and saying exactly what you mentioned, "Okay, we've got one last spot to get to and I know you're gonna like it. I'm gonna tickle your tummy, which is your favorite spot, right? isn't it, angel?" and dream would giggle, laughter bright and bubbly, his entire face tinted pink and his eyes squeezed shut when he nods in response to karl's question.
and karl would smile and go, "good! good... you're gonna ask me to tickle you there, tho :)" and dream would whine through his giggles, his face flushing even more red at the thought of having to ask karl to tickle his tummy knowing full well he loves it. and when he cracks open his eyes to see karl staring down at him, face barely a foot away from his and enough adoration in his eyes to make him feel light headed, he whines even louder, closing his eyes again and tilting his head back to shake his head while karl giggles. and karl eggs him on, softly going, "come on, handsome, we both know you want it. there's no need to be embarrassed, it's just us, dreamie, that's it."
n dream would still be all flustered and whimpery, but after a few seconds of waiting silence he'd mumble, just loud enough for karl to hear, "could you please... ti-tickle my tummy? please?" and karl's face becomes even more adoring, thinking about how he even threw the 'please' in there, and he would almost immediately say, "of course, sweet boy, since you asked so nicely" and he'd kiss dreams palm again, before pulling his hands off dreams wrists and moving down, pushing his hoodie up just slightly and pressing the softest kiss to his tummy just to make him giggle. and giggle he does, while karl sits back up straight so he can watch him laugh and starts scratching his nails all over dreams tummy
and dream immediately bursts into bright laughter, his eyes closing and head tilting back again as he laughs freely and happily. his hands curl into fists and he shakes them around happily, eventually moving from where they were once pinned. one hand goes to cover his mouth (but not fully, his fingers are open and it's loosely pressed, and he's not muffling his laughter so karl let's it slide) and the other goes down to squeeze at karl's leg where he's straddling him
and soon after, karl goes "you like this?" and dream nods, a little "hehe- yeheheah" coming out, and karl goes "Okay. ask me to keep going, then" and dream laughs a little louder, nose scrunching up at the idea, but he's outwardly having too much fun to disagree, so he goes "okahahay keheheep goihing! keep gohohoing– ohokahay?" and karl giggles and nods, unable to hide his happiness either, and goes "I won't stop til you say so, okay?" and leans down and blows a raspberry right on dreams tumny
which earns him a slightly harder than needed palm to the back of his head, not pushing or pulling, just staying and scratching at his hair in a way that (ironically enough) is more comforting and calming to him than it should be, and another hand gripping the fabric of the shoulder of his hoodie, both hands obviously trying not to push him away as dream laughs his heart out. his legs are kicking and curling the best they can under karl, his eyes are squeezed shut and tearing up, his giggles are high pitched and turning raspy and squeaky, but he still doesn't stop karl for another solid few minutes.
and then he forcefully pulls karl down on top of him and makes him be his blanket, heavy breathing and residual giggling be damned, and neither of them would have it any other way :)
#this makes me. want to write somethinf based off this#thank you for sending this to me tho!!!#sorry it took me like a business decade to respond my head has been Somewhere Else when it comes to focusing lately#but better late than never id say :)#lee!dream#ler!karl#i need to write more karl i love him so so much#asks#sleepy--anon#also sorry i got soooo carried away and went on for so long lmao#i hope it made up for the wait#concepts / ideas
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HI, HERE WITH SIR. AL Q’S!!!!! 1. What’re his favourite foods? Is he one of those folks who has weird food combos that sound atrocious, or does he have basic taste LMAO
2. Does he have a favourite ride/attraction? And small follow up, is he secretly scared of BIG rides, or does he sit there clapping his hands happily whilst going through inversions?
AHH HELLO YES THANK YOU FOR ASKING
First I'd like to say that whilst these are inspired by how Sir A acts they are my personal interpretations of his character, BUT:
1. I'd probably say he has quite a broad taste in terms of food. Being as well travelled as he is, it's very likely he's tried things from all over the world! That being said, I'd reckon he's a big fan of savoury foods. As good as sweets and such are, something warm, comforting, and filling are probably best for when you're out adventuring.
As for what specific foods he'd like, a good stew would never go amiss. Straightforward to make, can be paired with lots of things, and delightfully versatile. Perfect for when you want to put your all into your cooking or make something in a pinch!
(and he has definitely tried some... Questionable combinations either for fun or because he ran out of ingredients. The results have been... Varied.)
2. In terms of rides, he will swear up and down that he would never ever pick a favourite from his park's lineup, but he does enjoy a good dark ride. Something with immersive theming and a good backstory is what he looks for in rides. However, he'd never turn down the classics like the carousels.
I'd imagine him to be good at keeping calm on intense rides (more out of necessity considering his professions) and, rather than screaming, he's more likely to be the one laughing whilst going around inversions or through launches.
I hope this answered your question! I really liked the ones you chose, they really made me think!
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Slightly relevant to my previous ask but also not, just remotely related to the concept of "The Banning of the Gremlin".
Suppose Cassie's dad is still in the picture. What if Cassie, surviving the elevator but believing the Mimic's last act (if we're going that route,) and pulling from a past ask where I humored the idea of the cameras in RUIN still having leftover footage of the day SB happened and Cassie salvaging them through the cam stations as well as footage of inside the elevator, she not only tells Roxy but also her dad what Gregory allegedly did?
Her dad, a faztech and likely a reliable Fazbear employee, certainly wouldn't be happy.
Can you imagine him taking all the evidence Cassie brought back up with her and going to Fazbear Entertainment itself to issue an official ban against Gregory, claiming he's a 'destructive child dangerous not only to other children but also to company property' (and all the salvaged footage would help support that claim.)
And I think a company-issued ban would be far wider than the one reinforced by Roxy alone; if the company accepted Cassie's dad's claim in this scenario, chances are Gregory would get completely blacklisted and banned off setting foot in the entire PizzaPlex property (and maybe even other company-owned properties,) and forbidden from approaching the property- which includes Freddy too.
If Vanessa is someone who got Gregory's back after SB, she probably would need to issue a counter claim to prevent or lift the company ban, but unless she has enough proof to present against all the hard evidence of the salvaged footage of Gregory destroying the glamrocks and voicing his betrayal to Cassie in the elevator that Cassie's dad included in his claim, I don't see a very effective counter claim. Either way I can see this putting Vanessa and Cassie's dad at odds with each other as well.
Okay so... Gonna be honest here and say that uhhh. I think including recordings of Gregory's voice dropping Cassie might not be the best thing. For one, Cassie's dad probably has way bigger beef with Fazbear over the murderous robot in the basement that lured his daughter to her almost death, than the kid that wrecked the animatronics. But mostly, that might put a target on his back?? This is a fully grown adult, a Faztech, who knows how the world works, showing up and telling Fazbear Ent that he knows about their killer robot, what it can do, what its done and what Fazbear did to sweep it under the rug, with a pretty good reason to take this to the police and more potently, the media.
I don't like to quote the books too much, but in the shitty Mimic story, one of the guys sent to the warehouse had previous experience with people dying horrible gruesome deaths at Fazbear. I think the intent was to imply that he was sent on this job with his friends as a way of getting rid of him (though I don't think Andrea did a very good job of that at all, this is just a guess) so um. Maybe not his best plan?? Maybe Cassie's dad does go missing, it just happens to be after he stormed into Fazbear HQ and demanded answers from them for what happened to his daughter... I can't see Fazbear taking too kindly to anyone having evidence on them ngl...
It might work without that though! I dunno if he'd risk it or not when Roxy can just bypass restrictions on the Pizzaplex and lock him out for good if she didn't find it more satisfying to mess with him though. Maybe he would! It'd be a hell of a move! I can see Roxy being overjoyed at that one! She'd take such joy in removing him from the Plex herself and waving goodbye to him from the lobby windows lmao
Ooooo hey maybe Roxy could send some of this footage to the higher ups to get Freddy into shit for allowing his fellow expensive animatronics to get damaged? Petty as hell! He's in trouble now! Fucking visits him while he's locked in his room, knocks on the window like "how's it feel Fazfuck?" she's so mean to him
On another note, what if Cassie's dad took Fazbear to court over all the evidence Cassie found with the help of the others and won? What if he's awarded the Pizzaplex and a shit ton of money as compensation? Could have been a settlement or whatever else, but what if he kicked their shit in and now has all the power to make the Plex not a death trap anymore? That could be fun... Absolute hell for him if he loses though...
#fnaf security breach#he who dares and all that#would be a hell of a play#there's no way he could go straight to Fazbear directly though... that'd be so fucking ballsy and likely to make him vanish#buddy needs an army of lawyers...#though... perhaps the Mimic's victim's families would be more than happy to help?#sue their asses!!!#....................... oh this is Meteors. I just remade Meteors. Fuck.#sdfhsdf#Glam Freddy: So what do you have in mind for me now? Should I carry on as normal?#Cassie's dad: Haha... no. I'm transferring you to a different location.#Prototype Freddy: And what about me? What will you do with me now?#Cassie's dad: You can do whatever you wanna do man. You're part of the team!#Glam Freddy: :(#OH the new location for him could just be the Fazplex Towers that are connected to the Pizzaplex via staff tunnels apparently#fucker got added to the Bobbiedots team and stands out just a little bit lmao#nah he could told he can do whatever so long as he stays the fuck away from his daughter#and Freddy just winds up becoming Vanessa's weird Bobbiedot#Freddy: I shall assist you with your household tasks! /doesn't know what a microwave is/#I bet that goes fantastically well!#amazingly even!#lmao sfdsfdss anyway#I gotta snooze this is just some spitballing#bye!!#pop rox answers
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honest to god. to this day, the rudest thing that someone has EVER done to get my attention is rip my headphones out while i was minding my own business, doing work and Sad Emo Girl Vibing™️ to a sad emo song lmao.
so imagine you’re 16/17yo me in year 11 in 2012, at public school. you’re in the library during one of your various free periods doing your assignments and Sad Emo Girl Vibing™️ to the you me at six song fireworks (obvs not to be confused with firework by katy perry that was a mainstay on aussie pop hit charts back then). then some dude starts yelling at you “OI CHICK! OI CHICK WITH THE WEIRD NAME!!! OI BITCH WITH THE FUCKED UP NAME!!!” which in itself is already rude as all fuck, and cause for you to ignore. you go on about doing your shit. rolling your eyes at the absolute bullshit audacity of the idiot guy yelling at you. you know they’re referring to you since you’re the only other person in the library. but you pretend it isn’t you; and turn up your headphone volume on your ipod touch even louder in the vain hope that you can stop hearing him.
then. god. the sheer fucking audacity of this fool, nay, TOOL. he comes over. he aggressively rips out your headphones; and says: “HEY I WAS TALKING TO YOU. STOP BEING A STUCK UP FUCKIN BITCH. my friend milky (don’t ask me about the nickname i never found out what it was about- his name was mike) here wants to know if you’ll go to our formal with him. be fuckin’ nice and talk to him.” you shoot back “well, milky can fucking talk me himself.” his friend says back “wow you really are a bitch. what the fuck is your problem??” and storms off. michael/milky, on the other hand, apologises for his friend’s dickhead behaviour. but you still don’t want to talk to michael.
so, you put your headphones back in. you turn around to get back to work. absolutely seething with rage on the inside, that through that entire interaction that the asshole friend kept demanding you had to be NICE and to STOP BEING A BITCH. when if you had tried to do the same thing to him, he would’ve told you straight up to fuck off and called you stupid or whatever. no. you absolutely don’t have to be nice. bc on the first hand, he had already disrespected you (the whole “hey bitch with the fucked up name!” thing) . so what fucking grounds were there to be nice to him anyway???? absolutely fucking none. second of all. the insistence that you shouldn’t be angry at someone who had DELIBERATELY invaded your space to ask their dumbass question. which for everyone whose been following me for the intervening decade since this incident, knows the answer was an instant fucking resounding NO.
like yes. i know teenagers aren’t exactly the best with boundaries, consent and listening to others and whatever else. and hell, the concept of consent was never even fucking mentioned during my compulsory PDHPE lessons during my time at catholic school from 2008 to 2011/years 7-10. but my GOD. for any each and every one my younger followers, regardless of gender presentation etc you have EVERY FUCKING RIGHT to be the so called bitch in this situation. you have every fucking right to tell them to fuck off. you have every right to be abrasive, be offended, to be rude, to be protective of yourself in this situation. they’ve very obvs crossed over into your privacy without your consent. they obviously don’t give a single fuck about boundaries.
because having your headphones in should be (and defs was for me back at the catholic school i’d transferred from) a universal sign to be left the fuck alone and not to be fucking bothered by anyone. obvs many teenage boys (and even grown ass men, due to the endless stories you either see or read about it) deliberately choose to ignore this and claim that as a girl/woman, you’re being “stuck up” “rude”, “selfish” since you don’t want to listen to the 2 minutes of garbage (usually) that’s coming out of their mouth. but you’re not being conceited etc by standing up for your boundaries. standing up for your privacy.
especially for teen girls, you DO NOT have to be nice all the time and grin and bear this. much like i did, shoot them down and tell them that their friend should speak directly to you. you don’t fuck around with a tool of a dude like this, who deliberately ignored your boundaries. you do not have a “problem” if you don’t want to speak to the asshole who’s again deliberately made fun of you…. esp when you’ve probs spent most of high school thinking the classic tv cliche of “if he’s mean to you, it means he likes you” is a real, tangible thing. this guy obvs doesn’t like you, since he very obviously doesn’t respect or care about your boundaries (and kinda sorta neither does the guy who asked his friend to do this in the first place). you don’t have a problem if you want to be left the fuck alone to do your own work.
moreover, the other problem is the media spinning to men and teen boys that deliberately disregarding women’s boundaries is the norm. that a woman with headphones in has the sheer audacity to exist outside of a man’s desire to fuck her is selfish. or on the more “find a partner”- eg the how i met your mother ted moseby hopeless romantic-esque style side (im using himym here since it was still kinda popular back in 2012 and i was still watching it from time to time)…… women are something to be commandeered and won. but lo and behold, if the women in these scenarios still want to be left the fuck alone; they are demanding and petulant.
so then, as a woman, i must apparently expect men to continually overstep and disrespect or outright entirely disregard my boundaries in their constant supposedly “heroic” pursuit of love. and it’s also society looking down on women who demand to be spoken to directly, instead of through a rude ass mouth piece of a friend. bc to continue to run with the himym comparison, it’s like when barney stinson tries his godawful bullshit plays from his playbook to try to set himself and/or ted up with “hot” women. (which unfortunately teen me actually found hilarious in the in-show universe, but that’s an entirely different post).
and then these types of men always wonder why women these days are choosing to be single more often than not these days. we choose to be single because it’s far too draining when one side persistently treats you as narcissistic and shallow bc you want to exist as your own person with your own wants, needs and desires; very obviously outside of them. how dare i exist as a person outside of idek, zack or aaron or sawyer (a guy whose better known by his last name) or whatever other white guy name i can think of???? right??? the sheer insolence! unbelievable!
while conversely the other side treats you solely as a prize and achievement that should never have a voice (where’s those screenshotted tags about incels??? you know the ones) all because it means they’ve ticked YOU off the list of THEIR achievements (much like my stalker from years 11/12 who tried re-add me on fb a few months ago and i instantly blocked him), when maybe this was never for you.
it’s kinda like a fucked up mix of both ted (eg. having the dream fantasy woman of their lone wet dreams- and these men will term it as “settling for X” when they realise that no one can live up to their fucked up overly high standards when they’re not great themselves) & barney (eg. the fucked up list he kept as a bet of all the women he fucked to prove a point). and it sucks that these men are the ones that are left on the market. it’s easier to be single than deal with both sides this utter nonsense.
anyway i got off track. back to my original rant.
no. i don’t care if your friend is claiming to be too shy. he can approach me himself if you’re going to be an asshole. like yes. maybe i am brazen. maybe i am a bitch. maybe i am stubborn. maybe i am selfish. but i wear these descriptors with pride, to some extent. mostly in this situation. because these fools aren’t interrupting my Vibing Time™️ with my music back in the day. nor will they now. when if i had the audacity to do the same thing now, as a grown ass woman, to a guy, i’d instantly get told to fuck off and mind my own business and the like, like i said earlier. no i will not tolerate your rude ass comments about my name. because if i did the same thing to you, again, i’d instantly get called a cunt, more than likely (not that i care but anyway). and nowadays on dating apps, i’d go as far to say that some of the more domineering or insecure men would give threats of violence to me if i do so much as reject them; let alone tell them that their name is somehow perceived as “wrong.” but as a woman, i’m apparently meant to just take it as a joke???? as a mere fact of life that you think my existence is “fucked”. well matt. you’re fucked. get the fuck away from me.
now that im in my late 20s and veering ever faster to my 30s, i am NOT here to waste my fucking time debating whether or not you think that you’re being “funny” or “playfully rude”. or even more snidely and impertinently (eg. i should give you sex lessons in the back of my car guy in 2014), apparently “helping” me by “telling it like it is”. no you’re not helping me. you’re not “telling it like it is”. you’re a jackass. end of fucking story. goodbye. and i knew this at the time too. get the fuck out of my face and my dms.
anyway my point is. to my younger followers, please be insistently and unapologetically firm (or these people would obvs call it stubborn) with your boundaries. be firm in being left alone. and god. you deserve to courted/approached for these shitty ass high school events (ie year 12 formal/senior prom) with fucking courtesy, dignity and respect. not be told instantly that you’re a bitch bc some rude ass fool thought it’d be a great idea to insult you first and then launch into the classic “oh it’s not me. it’s my friend.” charades act. their friend should also approach you respectfully, on the same level. and have the balls not to act through a friend who says your name is “fucked” and then deliberately ignores the fact that you’re minding your own business…. all bc apparently his friends no date, no pussy life is more important than you having your own time to yourself. like let the guy have no pussy. let the guy go lonely and dateless to this event. because he’ll survive. (unfortunately).
anyway here’s a rant lmao.
#life#about me#shut up ilona#ilona’s high school memories#there’s also the underlying being a stuck up catholic bitch thing too#but eh it’s 10 years ago now so i’ll cut that out#i rewrote a whole section so now it’s uber long lmao sorry#i got carried away#relationships i guess
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𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔞𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔶𝔢𝔫 ; 𝔩𝔦𝔞 𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔰
for @kinslcyer ; ( aemond targaryen )
lia is handmaiden to aemond’s intended , kings landing.
the acknowledged bastard daughter of house crane had , quite possibly , been sent away for both the best and worst reasons ; her lord father doted upon her and to have her placed in the service of the crown was an honour ... and truly a privilege. but the choice was motivated by her fathers wife who would have seen her across the narrow sea if she had it in her power. so , the dutiful lia had been grateful and humbled but saddened at the loss , the latter emotion she kept for behind closed doors as to not interfere with her work and her perception as an attentive handmaiden. –––––– if she were to be dismissed , for any reason , her father’s wife would see lia turned away and sent somewhere awful , she was certain of that.
perhaps that was why she oft found herself drawn to prayer —- as she was on this early evening —- lia would turn herself to the mother for mercy and the crone for wisdom ... and the maiden in hopes of love. in some... or any form. holding a candle in delicate hands , her eyes closed and lashes splayed on fair cheeks ; lia had tuned out the few others ( fellow employees of the red keep ) that had been around , all similarly in prayer or entering or leaving the smaller sept.
her eyes opened , however , when purposeful footsteps drew near to her ; each footfall a perfect clear sound casting an echoing off the cool stone walls. lia’s mind , critical and plagued with concerns , immediately feared she was being summoned for having faltered in her duties somehow. turning her eyes over her shoulder , as she was still knelt in the prayerful pose , lia worriedly expected to see one of the guards come to collect her posthaste —
dark hues widened ; visibly ... taken aback when she looked up into the face of prince aemond. she felt warmth and pinkness rushing to her cheeks without prompting , the handmaiden had struggled often in keeping her gaze from lingering over him in a shy curiosity , the prince had caught her wandering eyes sometimes too ; and for days afterwards she’d be a puddle of nerves and unable to look into his face. her lips parted in surprise , then closed quickly to avoid looking like a fool , and then she felt all ––– clumsy and plain in his presence. his silver hair and sharp features startlingly eye-catching even in the dimmer light of candles , casting an imposing and commanding figure. she didn’t know what to say ... slightly dumbstruck as she looked up at him , it wasn’t often they spoke alone after all ; did he seek me out? she dared to think for a brief moment.
#v. blooming in adversity ⋯ int. aemond targaryen (kinslcyer)#kinslcyer#( sorry its so long i got carried away lmao )
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@ubiquitarian said: [ 𝐌𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐃 ] ― sender comforts a temporally deaf receiver after a loud sound ( gunshot / explosion / etc ) // bakugou @ jirou?
while most of those who aspire to be heroes go to extreme lengths to protect their most vital areas, unfortunately, there is not much kyouka can do to protect her own. her earphone jacks are an extension of her. literally.
a few members of their class with provisional licenses had been dispatched to a location to assist endeavor and his agency with a current situation. endeavor had been fighting off a villain that had a quirk similar to bakugou’s -- except this guy’s explosions were a lot louder. not knowing this before she was dispatched, jirou instantly regretted coming. but, it was her duty to help, wasn’t it?
blast after blast went off and while jirou did what she could to aid endeavor and his team into telling them the villain’s whereabouts and movements by plugging into the building in question, but her earphone jacks were .. throbbing. before she could even tell the villain’s trajectory, he’d found a way behind her line of sight.. and then, blew up the building directly behind her-- and like that, all kyouka heard was w h i t e n o i s e.
she’d fallen to the ground, and skidded across the pavement from the force of the blow, but didn’t even know it’d happened because it happened so quickly. debris fell from the sky around her and if there was a second blast from endeavor, his sidekicks, or anyone in her class, she didn’t even know. everything hurt, and she was sure that her arm was pretty messed up, but more importantly-- she couldn’t, hear. everyone around her was shouting and gesturing at her to move, and there mouths were moving, but.. no sounds were coming out.
the dazed and fearful look on her face as she tried to stand maybe said it all. the ends of her jacks were laced with blood. they’d been embedded into the ground with the building when it blew. the force of the impact is what shredded them and once kyouka realized it by looking at them, her adrenaline wore off, her hand began to shake, and kyouka-- screamed.
she didn’t know when bakugou came to her side or when she’d been hurried away from the battlefield. all she could see were her bloodstained hands and his lips moving-- but she couldn’t read them, her dark eyes were covered in too much soot, ash, and tears. but the one thing she could feel were his hands, and despite the tight grip they had on her, there was a softness within them that steadied her heart inside in her chest.
raspy, a free hand reaches out to grip his forearm as she shakes her head, feeling tears stream down her dirty cheeks. kyouka could be cutting him off, but she didn’t care. “ b-- bakugou! i.. c-can’t hear! ”a high pitched ringing sears through her jacks: it sounds like that crackling noise when you try to plug in an amp. out of the corner of her eye, kyouka thinks she sees the lights of a police car. god, does the sound hur -- but at least she heard it. before the pain gets any worse, kyouka claps her hands against her ears and cried out again in pain. “ my-- jacks! ” his lips move, but it just sounds like she’s underwater. then there’s that piercing crackling again and kyouka shuts her eyes tightly, trying not to cry out again. “ i.. i need to get out of here! pl-ease! ”
#so. funny story#i saw this and went :eyes:#this is SUCH a cool concept?!?!?#honestly considering making this a whole ass au for her. like woah#i am sorry it got so long! i got carried away#kept thinking of like war movies where the bomb goes off and then that piercing squealing and in a battlezone??? ahhhhhh!#anyway thank you for this food!#i seriously might just tag this thread and give her an au out of it don't @ me lmao#m: kyouka jirou#& its time for me to shine. / kyouka jirou.#bakugou tag tba#ubiquitarian#tw: long post#tw: injury#tw: battlefield#tw: deaf
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This is so random but I think you helped me peak...I was following you on an old non-radfem aesthetic blog and I don't remember why I followed you tbh but I logged back into Tumblr after awhile and saw your radfem posts (you were the only radfem esque blog I followed) and I was like ohh yeah I totally agree with this
I started out as an aesthetic blog I think that's why you followed me! I went on a break from posting as I was going through a confusing time, Ive always been a tomboy but I was getting more and more masculine as time went by as you do and everyone around me were asking my pronouns or straight up insisting I was a man and that mixed with gender dysphoria made me confused as it would anyone and I was eventually convinced by others and my GD that I was trans and it made me deeply depressed I didn't want to be trans surely I wasn't I didn't want to have to come out and change my name.
I was planning on moving away from everyone I knew if I was to transition I didn't want anyone to know I would want to be "stealth". I remember thinking but I don't feel like a man? I don't know that feeling then I thought well I don't feel like a woman either so maybe I'm nonbinary but I never believed in that even when I was a TRA it didn't make sense to me you can't transition into nothing so I went looking for detransition content hoping that I wasn't trans and eventually that led me to radfem blogs and it all started making sense I don't feel like a woman because it's not a feeling I was simply born one and I can be as masculine as I want to be it doesn't matter that people get confused I know who I am. I am so greatful to all the women who speak and write here it saved me from going down the never ending road of constant hormones and surgeries and still never feeling "right" I owe my life to the women who peaked me and I knew I didn't want to stay silent so that I could help more women like me so I'm very happy that I could helped someone peak thanks for sharing tht made my day :)
#ask#sorry it got so long i got carried away lmao#i had a large ish following of trans ppl and TRAs as all i would post is frogs lol some of which reblog some of my posts so hopefully there#is more that ive helped peak
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STILLNESS PERMEATES THE AIR, thick with doubt, suspicion and an undercurrent of distrust. clad in garish kyoshi green and standing upright in the relative darkness of the chamber, azula stares her friend down with an intensity that refuses to abate, searching for anything that may give cause for concern. most people are all too easy to read, open books with motivations as clear as stillwater. but mai doesn’t so much as flinch, yet again proving to be particularly challenging in that department. she’s too aloof, too unflappable, and save for the surprise at the impromptu probing, her expression betrays nothing of what she could be thinking. still, a princess needs to keep those around her guessing at all times, afraid of what she might do next, so she lets mai sweat under the heat of her gaze for longer than necessary, not once breaking eye contact. it’s a POWER PLAY, an exercise which aims to ensure that her elite team is kept in line, right under her thumb where they belong.
after a drawn-out pause and a final once-over, her lips give the briefest of upticks, the blink and you’ll miss it kind of smile. ❝ mm. good. let’s keep it that way ❞ voice low, yet assertive, she leaves no room for interpretation should mai and ty lee’s alliance be anything other than unwavering, should she catch any hints of disloyalty in the ranks, no matter how small… well, there’s no telling just what she’d be forced to do in response. her father’s teachings come to mind ( as they so often do ), lessons about ruling with an iron fist and a tight rein, about how fear and intimidation can act as excellent deterrents against insubordination. she has applied these to the letter, of course, taking them to heart as if they were universal truths. but being armed with that knowledge does little to assuage the chi knots now curdling in her stomach or the paranoia blooming unbidden at the back of her throat.
those at the top fall the hardest, that much has become apparent from witnessing long feng’s slow descent from power. a leader whose reign will be brought to heel by his own army in no time. all the dai li need is a push in the right direction. in the end, betrayal and defeat go hand in hand. unsurprisingly, a thousand questions hang over her like a heavy pall, swirling in unison a weight felt more acutely than she’d ever like to admit. were the three of them really the UNIFIED FRONT she’s always accepted at face value? or would she too come undone at the hands of her closest confidants and co-conspirators? first incapacitated by ty lee, then finished off with a slip of mai’s shuriken, wielded with the precision of a yuyan archer. the mere thought makes her blood run cold. she supposes these misgivings are to be expected given their current whereabouts. as it turns out, ba sing se was not the mighty stronghold the fire nation had once failed to conquer, but rather something far worse, all smoke and mirrors, a spidersnake’s nest crawling with deceit and more than enough fools willing to employ it. this place could make even the most steel-trap of intellects fall by the wayside. yes, that must be it, she reasons, emotions quickly expunged by a bout of logic.
❝ in any case, i’m sure i don’t need to remind you what the punishment for treason is ❞ without so much as even a second glance, she strides the length of the room, footfalls coming to a halt before the grand window. the lit sconces flanking its sides flicker in earnest, as shadows cast the interior into a soft relief. ❝ there’s far too much at stake to become complacent. if we want to lay waste to the earth kingdom once and for all, then we can’t leave any detail to chance. the slightest slip-up could derail the entire operation ❞ never losing sight of her plans, azula had laid the groundwork for what could be her most ingenious feat of brilliance to date, a masterstroke of the highest caliber, a true MAGNUM OPUS with all the wheels set in motion. provided that everything goes well, victory will soon be in her grasp. ❝ i expect you girls to be on your best behaviour do not disappoint me, mai ❞ like passing a decisive sentence, foreboding to her own ears, the words lend further urgency to their mission; an ultimatum driven home. any ally of hers should be smart enough to know that failure is not an option, not when she could ruin them just as easily as she could tear down the great walls of the impenetrable city, leaving nothing but a blistered scorch mark in her wake.
@lihngchi | continued from here
#lihngchi#hiiii i don't know if you wanted to continue this or not but it was too good not to reply to!!!#i got a bit carried away as you can see - this is LONG#azula doing literal mental gymnastics trying to convince herself everything is fine lmao#anyway this is so tense i love it#█░ ～ 『 v. instrument of dread 』#long post cw
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