#no more respect for you. if i had any to begin with
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the first with a male!Yuu who became extremely popular in the NRC, like many students want to be friends with him, he is respected as if he were a dorm leader and he even has groups of fans among the students.
Fuck, they all turned out to have a different number of words, it upset me a little, although three posts in a day is normal😭(English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes)
Summary: First year students with extremely popular!yuu
Characters: Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Jack Howl, Epel Felmier, Sebek Zigvolt
Warning: male!reader, ooc(?), hcs, friends to lovers(I'm ready to fight for it), slight jealousy(Асе), Mentions Valentine's Daу, incorrect interpretation of the word (Deuce), veiled declarations of love, kiss(Epel), light possessiveness (Epel)
Ace Trappola
Lol he is literally the founder of your fan club/j
I mean that he understands perfectly why so many people want to communicate with you. Like, have you seen yourself? You're one of the most interesting people he's ever met.
He is also very glad that other students communicate with you respectfully. Seriously, I think he cared even more than you did.
But I also think he was kind of not too keen on the prospect of you getting closer to someone more than him. You won't leave your beloved friend, right?
Like, he didn’t like situations at all when, while talking with you, some students unknown to him came and simply took all your attention. Like, hey, you're not THEIR friend, you're HIS. And he would absolutely shamelessly try to take all your attention for himself. Hell, he'd seriously be willing to just take you away from them if he had to. Yes, you can stand up for yourself, but just give him the opportunity to do it for you.
STICKY. He is literally physically attached to you. His hand is on your back, shoulder, head, holds your elbow, or he leans his whole body on you. You may not notice, but he is completely shamelessly smiling (dude is ready to stick his tongue out at them) at other students who come up to talk to you.
Like, yeah, he's your BEST FRIEND, YES, if they have any questions, let them talk to HIM first. 🙄
He literally didn't notice any "romantic" feelings for you until it was pointed out to him that he was acting like a peacock-guard-dog around you.
I swear the realization hits him hard and hard on Valentine's Day.
Like, he sits on the bed in your room and looks at the MOUNTAIN of letters, gifts, toys, sweets that were given to you. Seriously, he's sure that if you hadn't left campus so quickly, this mountain would have been even bigger.
Of course, such attention is nice, but it’s not at all what you expected. You grab a few boxes of sweets and sit down next to your friend. Your thoughts are filled with only ideas of where and to whom you can give it all, while you watch Ace reach for one of the letters.
A pink envelope falls to the floor as he reads out loud a letter from one of the students.
“yuu, I swear, you are the first and most unforgettable person I have met. You turned my worldview upside down and I am more than grateful to you for that. Not long ago, I realized that my feelings for you have long been beyond friendship, and I really would like to let you know about it. You are an amazing person and I am truly head over heels in love with you. It has never happened that a simple person aroused so many emotions in me, but I am glad that you became this person. I'd really like to talk to you about this and maybe even ask you out on a datе-"
Ace stands up abruptly, crumpling the letter and throwing it into the trash. Yes, you are popular and quite sociable, but a date? Only through his corpse.
He falls onto your bed and closes his eyes. A comfortable silence covers your two figures until he asks you a question.
“Will you agree?” He covers his eyes with his hand while the other reaches for the package of chocolate lying next to him.
“I’ll agree to what?” You watch as he removes his hand from his face and his eyes begin to drill a hole into your face.
“ Аgree to a date, genius. With one of… them." He rolls his eyes and rolls over onto his stomach.
"Not sure. A couple of them are pretty cute, but they're not my type, you know? Obviously, it's worth talking to them, but I don't think anything more than friendship will work out with any of them. Not interested." You lie down opposite Ace and see the gears in his head begin to work.
“Who is your type? If none of your fans, then who? I'm supposed to be your best friend, but you never talked about it, it's not fair."
Maybe if you name a specific person, it will be much easier for him to sort out his feelings for you. Like, you only need to be on guard with one person, and not with a thousand different students. It may even be easier to understand what you see in this person.
“Hmm, I see. We really never talked about it. What about the type, I think… Someone who plays some kind of sport, is charismatic and funny enough, protective and a little blind to not seeing all the hints I've ever made - You look at his face and see complete confusion. Okay, maybe you need to be even more obvious. - also, quite silly, first year at Heartslabyul and my best friend. I think this description fits."
A couple of seconds and you see his eyes widen. He gets into a sitting position and just looks at you with his mouth open. He tries to catch his eye on something, and looks at the group photo of your first-year group when he slowly begins to open his mouth.
"If you call Deuce now, I swear, Ace, I'll strangle you."
He looks at you, dumbfounded, and you see his face turn red as he tries to crack a grin. Brushing his bangs away from his face, you gently kiss his forehead, then lightly slap him.
Okay, now he obviously understands what you're talking about. Well, now he can be sure that you will choose him, right?
Deuce Spade
He is so good, he is very glad that you are respected and many people want to help you often! He's a little wary, but that's only because he doesn't want any of these students to have malicious intentions.
He had definitely saved you a few times from a group of students you didn't really want to talk to. “Sorry, but it’s time for Yuu and I, bye.” And he simply led you by the hand away from these people.
Despite this, you even heard some rumors about you and your best friend a couple of times. This is to be expected isn't it? But you decide to simply not pay enough attention to these nonsense.
You literally never noticed anything strange in your friendship with him, so why do it now because of some rumors?
But believe me, if he hears any of this gossip, he won’t care who exactly started it. He won't let some students spoil the reputation of his best friend. (I think he didn’t fully understand the nature of this gossip, but he didn’t delve into it)
He also saw very often when some students gave you letters/any other gifts. It's none of his business, but he's still interested.
He's also happy to hear about how you spent the day with some new friends of yours. He's your best friend anyway, so why would he worry about someone he doesn't even know?
On Valentine's Day, he didn't expect that an ordinary walk around campus with you would turn into some kind of fan meeting. He wanted to spend time with you and then go to your dorm and have a sleepover together, so why have some students been blocking your entry for half an hour?
At some point, he just grabs your shoulders from behind and tells other people, “He's engaged. Isn't it time for you all to get away from him?” After which he takes you away from them and you can finally exhale.
Already in your dorm and getting ready for bed, he finally decided to check his phone. The only thing he didn't take into account was that other first years would start tearing up his personal messages. Having opened one of the dialogues and read half of the messages, he realized that he had made a small mistake.
Now these same people who confessed their eternal love to you a couple of hours ago are talking right and left that you are engaged to HIM.
Perhaps it was a big mistake to use a word with a similar but not direct meaning. He wouldn't have started to worry if he hadn't realized that now you were involved in this too. Now he won't sleep. Do you already know? He turns to you and sees that you are also already going to bed.
Seeing how you are almost falling asleep trying to ask him if everything is okay, something is happening to him. He'll talk to you about it tomorrow, yes.
Okay, no, he's not ready for this at all. How do you tell someone that you are now rumored to be engaged to your best friend? Moreover, in the morning most of his acquaintances and even his third-year students texted him about this. He should DEFINITELY talk to you about this.
When you walk back into your room after showering, you are greeted by your tense friend.
Looking at each other, you break the silence.
“..Deuce? Something happened?" you sit down next to him, trying to towel dry your hair.
"Sorry. I… didn’t want this to happen.” he hands you the phone and you read a couple of messages from Cater. Deuce expects a strong reaction from you, maybe even that you raise your voice at him, but all you do is a short grunt and you continue to dry your hair again. Fine. What?
“Yuu, is everything okay? Aren’t you mad or something?” he turns off the phone screen and watches your reaction.
"Mmm? Oh yeah, it's okay.”
You react completely differently than he thought. Why?
“Don’t make that face, seriously, it’s okay. If these people don’t come near me and don’t interfere with us spending time in a place, I could well be engaged to you. Of course, if you feel comfortable" You get up and continue with your weekend routine while your friend seems to be having an existential crisis.
You literally just said that you wouldn't mind being engaged to him. Wow, like… cool. He feels his cheeks begin to burn.
“If it’s okay for the two of us, then I agree.” He hears you laugh quietly and, passing by him, ruffle his hair.
He, now like your beloved, is ready to help in any of your adventures if it means that he can spend more time with you.
Jack Howl
He's glad that you are respected, that's good. But he doesn’t understand why all these people need to get into your personal space.
He even stopped counting how many times he had to pull you away from particularly annoying people who do not have the concept of a “comfort zone.”
The number of times he rolled his eyes while another student confessed his sympathy for you has long exceeded one hundred. To be honest, he's not even sure what they're hoping for. Like, they talked to you for half a day, didn’t they?
He is of the opinion that actions are needed instead of words and he has told you this more than once. Let all these exclamations of admiration turn into real help, then it will be possible to listen to what exactly these people are saying.
He definitely had to take you away from these people. Like “we have to go” and he would just gently grab you by the shoulders and lead you away from the students.
Valentine's Day becomes more unbearable. You decided to spend your time with each other, but before you even reached your dorm, you were invaded by several students. Okay, maybe I shouldn't even go out today. You look at your friend and try to get silent help while some unknown student continues his declaration of love.
Jack blinks a couple of times and simply nods back at you. He carefully reaches out his hand to you and lifts you into his arms. The now silent group of students watch as the two of you simply walk past them, heading towards the mirror.
Already in your dorm, he raised this question.
“why don’t you just leave if you don’t want to spend time with them?” he looks into your face and for a second realization comes. “..although there are people who do not accept no at all, I understand.” He follows your figure with his eyes as he sorts out the gifts he has received during this half-day.
“When you’re close, they fall behind a lot faster. Maybe you should help me more often like today?” He feels his tail begin to twirl from side to side.
“I don’t remember becoming your guard.” Even so, it wouldn't be bad. Your friend is safe and spending time with you, isn't that better than what's been happening lately?
A light laugh comes from your side and he turns his gaze to your face.
“Well, today you certainly became my knight. Don’t you want to save me from unpleasant people more often? In return.. – You straighten up and look from your friend to the mountain of almost sorted gifts. – In return, you can get all this, and of course me and my safety.” You start laughing as you see how fast Jack's tail is moving.
Maybe this isn't a bad deal after all? You take the box of chocolates and sit next to him.
“I won’t have to do all the work for you, okay?” His scowl meets your mischievous one as you rise in your seat and place a short kiss on his ear.
“Of course, my knight. So what did we want to do before that?”
Okay, your popularity MAY be bringing some very good things, but he definitely won't tell you that.
Epel Felmier
PROPERTY SKEPTIC
These people want to be friends with a pro best friend? Okay, but fan clubs, crowds of people.. You remind him of Vil.
Every time he wants to spend time with you alone, not in your dorm, there will always be at least one person who thinks that he would be useful on your walk with HIM.
The "look don't touch" rule becomes the rule “communicate, but not close.” You know, that judgmental side eye? Yes, that's him. Epel doesn't even hide the subtitles from his face, seriously. Every time someone comes up to you to meet/talk, he looks like this: 🙄🤨🧐🫤
Yes, okay, he knows that his best friend is cool, and now let these people leave and not waste oxygen.
Okay, jokes aside - he is glad that you are respected and loved, the main thing is that these people do not cross the line of what is permitted.
Valentine's Day makes this even worse. Perhaps running away from your dorm to spend time with you in peace and quiet wasn't the best idea. More precisely, the idea is very good, but its implementation is terrible. Epel completely forgot that if you are popular, attention to you will increase one and a half times on Valentine's Day.
Therefore, he has been waiting for twenty minutes for the next student who stopped you in the corridor to leave you behind. Epel understands that it’s Valentine’s Day, romance, etc., but doesn’t the person see that you’re in a hurry now?
Very often Epel wishes he were much taller, but in such situations this desire becomes very loud in his head. If he were, for example, like Jack, then he could calmly lead you away from these people, but due to his appearance and short stature, the students do not even take him seriously.
The only thing he wants now is to take you away from here and finally take a break from all these annoying people. If he could, he would have already drilled two holes in this student's head.
Okay, maybe his patience is running out.
He comes up to your side and reaches out his hand to your face when he hears your interlocutor shut up for a couple of seconds. Very good. Turning your face towards him, he presses his lips chastely to yours as his gaze focuses on the silhouette across from you.
A risky idea, but it should work, right?
Moving away from you, he takes your elbow and finally looks at you.
"anything else? Or can we finally go?” Without waiting for an answer, he pulls you further away from the other man as he stares at the backs of the two of you, dumbfounded.
He'll definitely explain himself to you for his actions, but as long as he's pulling you by your hand, he doesn't really think it was a bad idea.
Sebek Zigvolt
You are not as popular as Malleus 🙄/j
To be honest, he doesn't really care. Are you treated with respect? Okay, that's right. He doesn’t care much about the rest as long as no one bothers you.
Very often, when you spend time with him, almost no one approaches you. No, they are not afraid of him, they just know HOW noisy your best friend can be, so they decide to talk to you alone. Which doesn't happen often.
Do you have a fan club? Cool, but it's not as big as Malleus's. /j
I repeat, as long as nothing threatens you and no one crosses your boundaries, he is completely calm about your popularity among students.
Although I'm more than sure that during any declarations of love, he stands behind you and looks at what is happening over your shoulder, lol
Valentine's Day is passing… strange? Like, yes, you're used to other people's attention, but now you just wanted to relax with your friend, and not listen to another tirade about love and admiration for you.
You definitely feel how he begins to straighten your tie while some friend of yours tells you about his feelings, stuttering over his words at that moment. Like, yes, love, whatever, but you should at least look neat, right? As soon as he puts you down, his gaze moves to the other person's face. “Are you finished?”.
You are definitely grateful to your friend when you finally walk into your dorm with him. Now, you need to decide where to put all these gifts. Your friends may eat the sweets, but what about letters and other gifts?
You take a couple of letters, print them out, and sit down next to your friend. Compliments, praises, and invitations to dates sound the same, no matter what kind of letter you take. When you finish reading another letter, you hand it to your friend before throwing away the other envelopes.
His eyes run over the sweet lines of his next confession and he speaks out loud in a calm voice.
“I don’t think any of them took writing lessons. A true knight will not use the same word to describe your appearance, character and behavior. At the very least it hurts your ears.”
He hands you this letter and leans back on the sofa. You have to become popular with more talented people, you know?
“Are you saying that you would have written much better? I would look at it."
You see him frown and roll his eyes. “Obviously I could have written it a lot better. Knowing your good sides, I would calmly emphasize them in my declaration of love.” He hears you laugh and continues your game. “Will you write one for me, Sebek? I would be flattered"
He snorts, his voice loud and proud throughout the room.
“Of course you would be flattered. You will receive it, and you will understand how bad the ones that were given to you before are, human.”
Maybe, after all, your popularity is useful and not so much of a hindrance?
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Reverse Isekai Genshin Shenanigans #2
Characters: Venti, Kaeya, Diluc, Xingqiu, Zhongli
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"Is everything to your liking, Venti?" you asked.
"Oh none of that, [Y/N]," Venti responded with a small smile. "No need to be so formal around me."
The two of you were currently in the living room of your apartment. Since Venti was here, you had planned on showing him some of the stuff around your place. As for how Venti got here in the first place...
It's kind of a long story.
But to make that story short, Venti told you that Albedo and the Traveler had been working on a device that can establish a linked portal between Teyvat and Earth. From what you understand, it's kind of how you are able to access Teyvat on your computer, but this time it's the other way around.
It's honestly surprising how quickly it took them to reach you.
"However," Venti began, raising a finger. "Before you show me any more stuff, do you by chance happen to have any wine around? I am quite curious to see how your world's wine holds up to Mondstadt's."
You shook your head. "Nope. Sorry, I don't drink."
"You don't?!" Venti gasped. "Well that's no fun! Life is so much better when indulging in fabulous wine."
"My liver would say otherwise." you quipped.
Venti, ignoring you, continued. "It's unfortunate, really. And I was just beginning to get my hopes up high," he sighed. "But alas, I guess a bard's stomach will have to go empty for now."
You could tell that he was joking, but you still felt like helping him out. He was your guest, after all.
Luckily, your apartment was in the middle of a shopping complex.
"How about this. There's a wine store nearby. I can walk down and grab you something. Would that be alright?"
Venti's eyes are shining so bright you nearly covered your eyes to stop from going blind.
"Ohoho, really now?" he smirks, before giving a Knight of Favonius salute. "Lead the way then, [Y/N]. I shall be right behind you."
You sighed. "No, Venti. I can't risk you being seen by other people. Just tell me what you want and I'll go get it."
"Not a chance!" he happily exclaimed, skipping towards the door. "A decision of great importance should be trusted with an expert connoisseur such as myself."
He opened the door and gestured you towards the empty hallway. "After you, dear [Y/N]."
...
The God of Freedom has restrictions when it comes to purchasing wine apparently.
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"I must say, [Y/N]. Your place certainly is interesting. It's both familiar and exotic."
You raised a skeptical brow at the calvary captain. "Should I be taking that as a compliment or...?"
In response, Kaeya chuckled. "I simply mean that it's unique. Let's leave it at that."
You slowly nodded. Kaeya was a hard person to read, but you think he meant it as a complement.
...You think.
"However, before we continue, do you have any drinks on hand. I'm getting a bit thirsty."
You nodded politely. "Of course, I'll go get you something right away!"
You quickly walked to the kitchen and opened your fridge. "What would you like? I've got water, milk, juice, soda..."
Kaeya thought for a second. "Do you have any wine?"
...
Goddammit.
You loudly sighed. "First of all, I don't drink. Second of all, Venti made me spend nearly $100 at the wine store, and I didn't even get to keep any of it!"
Kaeya pondered in thought some more. "A wine store...?"
Oh no.
"No..." you warned. "Don't you even think about getting me to spend more money."
Kaeya merely brough the back of his hand to his chin. "But I am a guest, are I not? It is common courtesy for the guest to treated respectively after all."
...
You hate it when they're right.
You sighed again. "Fine..."
Kaeya softly smiled. "Excellent. I can't wait to see what they have to offer."
Thankfully, Kaeya was nice enough to settle for only one wine bottle.
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"I'm sorry if this isn't to your liking, Master Diluc."
"Please, [Y/N]. Just Diluc is fine. No need for formalities when we're not in Teyvat."
He began to look around at his surroundings.
"Though I am curious as to why you decided to bring me to a restaurant of all places."
"Because you didn't want to go to the wine store." you replied, deadpan. "Which honestly surprises me considering you own the biggest winery in Mondstadt."
Diluc did not look impressed. "I've seen enough wine in my life already, it does not make any difference if I go see anymore."
You shrugged your shoulders. "Suit yourself."
You looked back down at the menu in your hands, reading its contents for something good to order.
"...Is there another reason why you brought me here?"
You looked up at him. "...I mean yeah, there is, but it's nothing important."
Diluc crossed his arms. "Oh? What is it?"
You pointed to the top of his menu. "It's the name of the restaurant."
He looked down towards the menu and read the name. "Firebirds? What of it?"
You tilted your head. "...You don't get it?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Get what?"
"Ah, forget it," you waved a hand. "I just thought it was something funny."
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"Where are we heading, my liege?"
"Somewhere I think you'll really like."
The two of you walked through the front doors and stopped just a few steps afterward. To the naked eye, books upon books laid upon rows and rows of shelves.
As expected of a library.
And looked at Xingqiu and couldn't help but chuckle at the wide-eyed expression he was giving. His mouth also hung open comically.
"Easy now, Xingqiu, don't go drooling all over the floor now." You turned and pointed towards the front desk. "I figure that this place might be too big for you to handle so I trust that any questions you have you'll ask the librari- aaannnnnnnnnd he's gone."
...
You looked away for five seconds and you've already lost the book lover.
Is this how parents feel whenever they lose sight of their kids?
You couldn't help but chuckle as you shook your head. You suppose this was to be expected after all. When Xingqiu sets his sights on a book of choice, there's not much that will drag him away from it.
Knowing that he had no reason to leave the library, you began walking around the building searching for him.
You did find him after a few minutes. He had grabbed a seat on top of a beanbag and was nose deep in a book in his hands. Stacked next to him were a ton of other books that he presumably collected.
However, as you walked closer to him, you could see a troubled expression on his face.
"Is something wrong?" you questioned.
Xingqiu lowered the book from his face. "Sorry, my liege, I seem to be unable to read this. I can't understand any of the words."
...
Ah crap, you forgot about that.
"Do you think you could read this to me?" he asked, handing the book to you.
You nodded. "Sure, I can do that."
Book in hand, you plopped down on another beanbag next to him and started to read. You had no other plans for the day, so you were fine with hanging around the library for a little bit.
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You didn't feel like going out today. It didn't matter who asked, you were exhausted.
"Hmmm..."
Even if that someone was an over 6,000-year old retired Archon.
To be quite frank, you were terrified to be in Zhongli's presence. Sure, this isn't the first Archon you've met in person, but Venti does a superb job at hiding his status. Nobody can take a look at him and think that he's an Archon.
Zhongli on the other hand, has this imposing aura around him. How does Hu Tao not feel threatened by this man?
"So this is where you're able to guide us from?"
You nodded. "Yes sir."
After showing Zhongli around your apartment, he expressed an interest in seeing the device you use to guide them. Not thinking ahead, and because you were terrified of telling an Archon 'no', you agreed.
...Okay, you did try to tell Venti 'no', but that's different!
Now, you were frantically trying to piece together a convincing story about how your guidance is not part of a video game and everything that they've come to known was written, modeled, and designed by a company. Existential crisis are not fun to deal with.
However, Zhongli isn't stupid. There's a high percent chance he'll see through your lies.
...Basically, you're fucked.
You focused back on the computer. The main menu was playing. You sneaked a peak at Zhongli. He appeared to be lost in thought.
"Need me to explain anything?" you asked, hesitantly.
Zhongli nodded. "Please."
You sighed. Here goes nothing.
"So to start things off, there's this company called Hoyoverse. This company is responsible for maintaining a stable connection between here and Teyvat. That's why you saw their name appear on the screen earlier. This down here is the region that the connection is held. If I click on that, I'm able to change to another region. However, I'm gonna keep it on this one since I get the best connection from there."
"Then below that is my User ID. Going back to Hoyoverse for a moment, it's not just one connection they're responsible for. They're able to hold thousands of connections at once."
You saw Zhongli open his mouth so you stopped talking for a moment. "But I've never known anyone other than you guide us. How can it be that there are multiple connections to the same place?"
You shook you head. "No, it's not multiple connections to one Teyvat. It's multiple connections to different Teyvats. Think of it as parallel universes if you will. Through this connection, I am able to guide people such as you. However, through another connection, someone else is able to guide another Zhongli. Does that make sense?"
You nearly breathed a sigh of relief when he nodded his head. "I see. Please, continue."
"Right. Next, you have these two buttons over here. If I click on the top one, you'll see ways to interact with other connection members as well as the company itself. Also, you have the fair use statement and terms of service. These are just the rules I need to follow while guiding you guys. If I break any of these rules, my access is revoked and the connection gets terminated."
Zhongli looks at the screen for a brief period before turning to you with his arms crossed. "You say these are rules."
You nodded. "Yes sir."
"...They sound more like contracts to me."
...
"I mean..." you scratched the back of your neck. "I wouldn't say contracts, per se. I guess you could call them... agreements?"
Zhongli raised an eyebrow. "So now they're agreements?"
...
Welp. It was a good run while it lasted.
You sighed heavily and lowered your head in shame. "No. You're right. They're contracts."
Zhongli nodded in agreement. "As I thought."
"Sorry." you apologized.
...
"Do you know what is listed in the contracts."
You looked up at Zhongli. He still bore a curious expression on his face. There wasn't any anger nor frustration hinted anywhere.
"Ummm... Not really."
Zhongli was quick to furrow his eyebrows. Okay, now he's looking a bit mad. "You signed a contract without reading its contents?"
You scooched your chair a tiny bit away from Zhongli to give you some more space. "Well I mean, yeah, but I'm not the only one who does that. Everyone does! Nobody's got the time nor the patience to read all of that legal jargon."
Zhongli's eyebrows furrowed even further. You might be overexaggerating out of fear, but he looks absolutely pissed. Now would be the best time to make a smart life decision.
"Oh please, Rex Lapis," you pleaded, kneeling on the floor with your hands pressed together in prayer. "I beg for forgiveness, oh merciful Archon."
"Spare me your theatrics."
You winced. That didn't work out as well as you hoped.
A couple of seconds passed by before Zhongli let out a deep sigh. "I don't know what you were thinking when you decided to blindly sign multiple contracts.
...
"However, I am willing to go through each contract for you and teach you of anything you should be aware of for now and for the foreseeable future."
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"...Huh...?"
"You mean... I'm not gonna suffer the Wrath of the Rock?"
"The Wrath of the Rock??" Zhongli asks, flabbergasted. "Did you really think I was going to hurt you?"
...
"Yes..." you answered, meekly.
Zhongli's face softened before he placed a hand on your shoulder. "I would never harm you nor let anyone harm you, [Y/N]. I'd be a fool to do so after all that you have done for my friends, for Liyue, and for Teyvat."
He gave a soft smile. "I'm just letting you know that you should be more careful while signing any contracts in the future. You never know if you're getting a fair agreement if you never read its contents."
You nodded, smile also on your face. "Yes sir, I'll read every contract from now on, sir."
"Good. Now then, would you kindly read the contents of each contract to me. I'll stop you if I need to mention anything worth noting."
You spent the next couple of hours going over each contract, taking notes on anything Zhongli deemed worth of remembering. You guess that showing him the actual game will come at a later time.
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Author Side Notes: Wow that Zhongli bit took up a lot of this. In all honesty, it could probably be it's own thing separate from all of the other shenanigans.
By the way, I imagine that Zhongli uses reading glasses. I don't why I think that, but I feel like it suits him for some reason.
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As Long as You’re Here.
(REQUEST #1: A NSFW Xiao oneshot where he makes sure you understand your body doesn’t matter)
POV: You (Adepti) and Xiao are companions. You work as a medical scientist and an emergency doctor, so Xiao is commonly your patient and test subject (with consent of course). But even if you’ve saved thousands of lives, the fashion culture in Liyue is very strict with weigh and you were recently humiliated in a dress store because of your chubby body. But unfortunately, you can’t hide your tears from Xiao’s ears.
⚠️ WARNINGS:
— This is an angsty NSFW piece
— Contains sensitive topics about self imagery
— Contains fat-shaming insults
— Reader uses SHE/HER pronouns
You gently closed the door behind you.
Sigh.
You are a good person, you know? You are such a good person that you still hadn’t realized that Liyue’s beauty standards are toxic enough to cut through the line of respect between mere humans and the Adepti until now.
You just wanted to try out the beautiful red cheongsam (I just searched up a traditional Chinese dress I’m not sure if this accurate) you saw in a store’s display case. But instead, you got fat-shamed by an employee and giggled at by the customers nearby.
.
“Hey, you.” You heard a voice behind you, tapping you by your shoulder.
“Yes?” You answered gently, turning backwards to face the lady behind you.
“Do you wanna buy that dress?” She asked a little frustrated, which made you realize just how frowned her eyebrows were.
“Yes! I think it looks beautiful! I’ve been thinking about this dress for some days now and I think I want to use it in this year’s Lantern Ri—”
“It’s not for sale.” The lady interrupted.
“Oh… really? But it’s in the store’s display… and it has a price tag…” You argued, still with a sweet voice.
“Yeah, I know. It’s just not for sale for people like you.” She shamed, looking you up and down.
“You mean… Adepti..?” You asked, genuinely confused with what she said.
“No. Pigs.” She answered with a certain disgust of you. She knew you were an Adeptus and still called you a pig for no good reason at all.
“Oh…” You went silent for some seconds, unsure of what to say to make the moment less awkward. “Is there any way I can request the same dress but in a size that fits me?” You asked nicely, but the lady only chuckled.
“Are you kidding? Do you want to get me fired? It would be a shame for us to have our brand printed in such a dress!” She screamed at you, genuinely offended by your offer.
“Oh, ok...” You said, now with nothing to say or offer at all.
“Now leave before you get in more trouble.” She demanded, pointing to the exit behind her.
“Ok…”You accepted, beginning a slow rhythm while looking at the floor with shame.
And as you walked away, you noticed that most of the customers in the store around were staring at you, either giggling or gossiping with their company.
“Did she really think she could buy that dress?” You heard one of the many comments slightly echo in your ear.
.
You felt a tear rolling down your face. You were really trying to believe the lady hadn’t recognized you, but it wouldn’t make what she said any better. It wasn’t the first time this kind of situation happened to you but… it seems that you’ve reached your limit.
Another tear rolled down, and then another one, and then another one. Some slight hiccups started to escape your mouth. You wanted to hold them up, you wanted to believe that it didn’t matter and that you loved yourself just the way you are. So you slowly leaned your head to the floor, challenging your own eyes to look at yourself.
It was useless. It was so useless that it only worsened your mood. More tears begun to run down and more sounds started to escape your mouth. You were quick in shutting yourself, covering your mouth by sticking your hand palm in it and kneeling down to call less attention from whoever. Everyone knew you as this intelligent and prodigious Adeptus who had perfected the art of healing, who always had a solution for the ill, who would spend most of your days searching for a medicine for theEleazar… you couldn’t cry for such a weird and stupid reason, not at all. Everyone who saw that scene of you would be ashamed.
“What’s wrong?” You suddenly heard a male voice coming from behind you, making you immediately get up in fear.
You met Xiao’s figure, standing pretty far from you with his usual stoic face and arms crossed.
“Y-Yaksha Xiao?! W-Wha… what are you doing in here?! How did you get in?!” You asked confused by his sudden presence, discounting some of your emotions in him.
“Why are you crying?” He asked, ignoring your previous questions. His gaze was locked so deep in you that it seemed like a threat to you.
You didn’t understand his presence there, nor felt comfortable to answer his question.
“Doesn’t matter… you should go back to—” You attempted answering, avoiding eye contact with him while holding up some tears, but your act was quickly shut down.
“I’m not leaving until you tell me.” He demanded beginning to step closer to you.
He was walking slowly, but since each step of his made the wood planks of the floor crank, it became twice as menacing as before. You felt afraid, like he was going to hurt your vulnerable self at that moment if you didn’t confess.
Why the fuck is he trying to get an answer out of you like he was going to kill you if you didn’t?
“Yaksha Xiao… please—” You tried fighting his presence back after feeling he had crossed your line of personal space by stepping backwards, but your ankles immediately hit the door behind you. And as soon the bang echoed, Xiao slammed the door using his both his hand by the sides of your shoulders and kept them there.
You were cornered.
“Tell me.” He demanded, still staring at the bottom of your soul.
You remained silent. You weren’t understanding him at all. Why was he there, out of everyone that could appear to comfort you? Yaksha Xiao was nothing more than a rude colleague. He’d barely ever appear at meetings at the lake in Mount Aozang, only those who were work related. Most of your few interactions with that man were short and awkward because he never seemed to enjoy talking with you or anybody, no matter how kind you or anyone was to him. You understood that he went and still goes through a lot of agony and grief, so you tried being friendly to him. He seemed to notice your change in behavior towards him, but still didn’t collaborate at all, even if you spent hours taking care of his wounds and sealing karmic debt inside him, he would not even say “thank you” and disappear of your sight as soon as you turned your back to him.
“It’s nothing… I— wait… how did you even know I was crying..?” You asked between some tears, finally finding courage to stare at his amber eyes.
He went silent for some seconds, but his face was still as stoic as a rock.
“I was nearby and my hearing is great.” He answered neutrally.
“Oh… well…” You sighed, forgetting his intentions with you for a brief moment.
“Tell me.” He demanded again.
“It’s nothing, okay? I just… feel overwhelmed because of something that happened at work today…” You confessed a part of the story, lying about working.
“And what happened today?” He asked.
Was he really going to make you answer it all?
“Yaksha Xiao, I believe you’re crossing a huge line of privacy and respect right now.” You said angrily to him, trying your best to not blow up. His insistence was very annoying, especially when you were having a very private moment.
But incredibly, he obeyed you and stepped away. You cleaned up the wet in your face and he watched it all, unsure of what to do as his fists gripped themselves harder and harder.
“I’m… sorry.” Xiao muttered when you made the final wipe in your left cheek.
“No, no… it’s ok… I just… didn’t expect you to show up.�� You replied, crossing your arms and avoiding eye contact.
“Why?” He asked, genuinely confused.
“Well… we aren’t friends.” You said, chuckling afterwards to make it seem less rude.
“We… aren’t..?” He asked, barely sounding like a whisper.
“We barely talk to each other. I mean… you barely talk to me, because I always make sure to talk to you.” You confessed, a little stressed and sighed afterwards, realizing you were simply making the situation more awkward and harder on you than it was.
“Sorry, I don’t really have time for conversations.” He explained himself, finally looking away from you.
“Yeah… right.” You scoffed, accidentally sounding higher than you wanted it to be.
The entire place went quiet for some awkward seconds, like the whole city had gone quiet.
…
Why isn’t he leaving? Isn’t this awkward to him?
…
“How was your day?” Xiao asked, finally breaking the silence.
“Why are you asking?” You asked, stressed at his insistence.
“You always told me about your day when you took care of me.” He said, accidentally triggering all the anger you kept to yourself.
“BECAUSE THINGS WOULD GET TOO AWKWARD IF I KEPT QUIET!” You blowed up, making Xiao slightly shiver and the ambient go quiet again.
You sighed and put your hands in your front hair and pushing it backwards trying to get some air.
During that, you accidentally glanced at him for a quick moment and realized that he seemed weirdly nervous, like a hurt person would be. You sighed again, ashamed and regretful for saying such a mean thing to him. He was just trying to help you.
“I’m sorry. I’ll be going now.” He said before turning his back to you and stepping forward a few times.
“Wait!” You screamed, making him instantly stop his attempt on teleportation. “Listen I… I just feel bad, ok? I didn’t even go to work today… I was hanging around and I went to this dress store, and then one of the employees said they’d never sell a dress to a person like me.” You finally confessed the realest truth, feeling your voice break again with the will of crying.
“A person like you?” He asked, turning only his face to you.
“A fat person, Yaksha Xiao.” You answered, feeling a tear again at calling yourself fat.
Xiao turned his face back, staring at the balcony of your home for some seconds.
“Humans… you shouldn’t listen to them. You’re not fat.” He said, turning his whole body to you.
“It’s kinda hard to not listen when they call you a pig…”
“A pig?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re not a pig. You’re an Adeptus. How dare they call you that?” He said, angrier this time since you specified what you’ve been called.
“I don’t know, Xiao. I really don’t know.” You said before Xiao put his hands on the door and cornering you against it again.
“Don’t give it attention, you’re perfectly beautiful the way you are.” He confessed his thoughts to you instinctually, but instantly swallowed some saliva afterwards from the regret of saying that.
“You think I’m beautiful..?” You asked, genuinely taken aback from hearing someone like Xiao calling you that.
“I…” He mumbled, trying to regain his composure but couldn’t find a way to. So he stood quietly for some seconds while staring at you. “Yes. Yes I do.”
“Oh… thank you.” You thanked embarrassed.
“You still seem sad.” He argued.
“Well… that’s because as long as I’m thankful for your kindness, it just won’t help at all.” You explained, crossing your arms and looking away.
“Why?”
“Because people only say it to me when I’m crying over it. It’s never in a common day or a new dress, y’know?”
“But I’m being genuine.” He said, feeling offended by your accusation.
“That’s also what they say to me…”
“But the difference is that I like you way more than anyone does! Ganyu, Shenhe, Cloud Retainer, Rex Lapis… they feel nothing for you compared to me!” Xiao finally bursted.
“You… what..?” You asked, very surprised at what he said.
“You have no idea how good it is for me to wake up in a warm bed with all wounds covered up, with no headaches and a nice lady talking to me about her day after a terrible day full of fighting, blood and gore! Sorry if I was inconvenient to you before, but I want to change! I hate to admit it but you make me feel things I haven’t felt in ages, and I don’t want you to think I don’t feel it! It pains me that you care more about what humans say to you than all the Adepti and me at this moment!” He screamed, finishing like he still had more to say.
You just stood there.
…
Wow.
Was that really Yaksha Xiao..? It couldn’t be.
He had a crush on you?!
“Oh.” That was all you could find to say.
He didn’t like how you were quiet towards his confession, so he suddenly leaned forward and glued your lips together. You didn’t really have a reaction, you just let him explore your mouth until you finally felt yourself being dragged into the heat of it. And when you did, your heart seemed to melt, feeling his previous words finally hit you. The sympathy you felt for him grew in that same minute. A thing you’d never expect someone like Xiao could do to a person that quick.
Tears begun to form in your eyes again. All the sadness you were keeping inside you, seemed to have find the perfect opportunity to get out. The more you accepted the kiss, the further he pushed your head to the door and his tongue inside your shaky mouth. It seemed like Xiao was sucking all of it outside you and it was working so well that it made moan for the first time in many years. Even if he was doing well, air isn’t infinite.
He parted away from your face and both of you begun to recover from the overuse of oxygen while staring at each other.
“What about now?” He asked between some heavy breathes.
“I…” You mumbled, embarrassed about what you two were doing.
But you wouldn’t mind if he went on. Right?
Xiao was a beautiful guy in the end of the day and now revealed to be in love with you.
Your hands moved to his face and pulled him for another kiss. This time he was being more competitive for power of the kiss because of the way you controlled his face with your hands. Xiao also unexpectedly changed his hands’ position to your crotch, sliding them under your dress and touching your clothes clit. You didn’t expect him to advance that quick and intimately, so you pushed him away from your mouth.
“W-Wait..!” You said, expecting him to ignore you, which didn’t happen.
“Yes?” He asked.
“Are you… I mean, are we going to…” You tried asking but the embarrassment didn’t allow you to.
“Do you want to?” He answered, staring at you. You noticed his eyes seemed to be more hungry than before.
“I mean… are you sure..?”
“Yes. Are you sure?”
“I…” You mumbled before you felt your clit slightly ache like it wanted that touch again. “Do it again… please.” You asked, moving your hand to the tip of your dress and pulling it up slightly, still not showing your underwear to his eyes.
Xiao slightly chuckled. You’ve never heard him make that sound and definitely was surprised to see him do it for such a weird reason. But his hands quickly reoccupied your mind with his two longest fingers beginning to rub your clothes clit up and down repeatedly. Your legs would flinch whenever he decided to scissor and press your clit with the same fingers. Your hands were in the wall, trying to contain yourself from crumbling down.
“You’re wet.” Xiao commented back with his stoic face as he gently pressed your entrance.
You moaned, smashing his perverted hand with your shaky legs when he begun to try thrusting you.
“X-Xiao~!” You called out his name in pleasure.
Xiao growled, like he had really liked what he had just heard.
“I want you all for myself.” He demanded, ignoring your calls and shoving his head on your neck.
His mouth begun to lick and smooch your soft skin and fragile bones as you did your best to not press his fluffy hair too hard and crumble in his single hand holding your buttock. Even if he wasn’t making direct contact with your pussy, you were feeling desperate with that overwhelming pleasure he tortured you with.
“D-Don’t you want to do it in another place or position?!” You suggested, trying to hold his wrist and pushing his head away from your now marked neck.
“I don’t have much time.” He answered, obeying your wishes, but beginning to undo his pants.
“But I weigh a lo—!”
“I’ve carried heavy things my entire life. You will definitely not be a problem.” He said, pulling your legs up, making your whole body hanged in his hands.
You screamed in surprise but let yourself fall and be hanged. Your legs naturally spread away from each other due to the position, opening a way for him to get closer.
And as he stepped those extra steps, one of his hands moved to your hips, pulling your torso closer to him. You looked down and realized he already had himself positioned between your legs.
“Are you ready? I promise I’ll be quick.” He asked looking at you deep, shameless of the moment.
“Do it~...” You asked, putting a hand on top of your mouth to cover your red, vulnerable face a little.
“I will. You don’t have to worry.” Xiao answered while grabbing the wrist of the hand that dared to go in front of your mouth.
You felt his hands move down to grab a piece of your underwear and pull it away, making your bare pussy show up. You begun to feel the tip of his dick making contact with your your entrance, unintentionally feeling the stickiness of your pussy contaminating his tip, beginning to fill you up. And after admiring the view for some seconds, he finally pushed his way inside you very slowly. Your first reaction was to squirm and scream as you felt your walls spread a way for him while Xiao simply hissed in relief. He shortened the distance between you two, laying his head on your neck again to stimulate you with his mouth as he finally begun to move his hips back and forth slowly. You hugged his back, trying to contain the slight pain of having sex after many years. Your nails instinctually pierced and scratched his skin to firm yourself better, causing him to hiss and grip harder on your buttocks as he felt them go deeper and deeper.
“S-Sorry, I—” You tried apologizing between moans.
“It’s ok, discount it all on me.” He ordered, breathing on your neck hard.
You felt two tears form in each eye. The comfort Xiao’s words were making you feel weird, but somehow so good. Your shoulders and hips relaxed to tense up the grip of your nails in his clothed back while Xiao took it like it was nothing.
“Why do you even bother listening to what mere humans have to say about you..? You could wipe the entire city if you wanted to, yet, they have no sense of respect…” He whispered angrily in your ear, discounting his own anger on you as well.
It looked like he was drunk, but Xiao was just burning in the passion and of the situation. He already disliked humans, but their audacity never failed to make his blood boil.
“I don’t want to ever see you crying over what pesky humans say about you and your body, ok? If you don’t defend yourself, they’ll only continue… because they believe you are hurt. You don’t want that, do you?” He asked, covering most of his moans and gasps in the process to make his message more obvious. His eyes wouldn’t move away from yours, trying to get the answer he wanted out of your mouth.
“No… no I don’t..!” You gathered all your energy to scream something to him.
“And if you can’t defend yourself, call our my out my name. A whisper or a finger snap is enough.” He ordered, still in his angry mood.
“I will… I will..!” You threw your head to the air as Xiao pulled your hips closer to his, increasing the amount of total length his dick reached inside you. If you two were in another position, he would be easily reaching your cervix with each thrust.
“Good.” He said before putting his tongue on your neck again and beginning to accelerate his rythym.
Your noises got higher because of those two last decisions of Xiao and your back arched to the core. Your womb also began to slightly ache in a good way, wanting Xiao even more. Your legs moved to tangle your feet together and hug Xiao’s waist to pull his hips closer to you. It worked. Now the tip of his dick could kiss your cervix. The touch was minimum, you could barely feel it sometimes, which made it just more tortuous to you.
You closed your mouth to gather some air to speak what you had in mind.
“Xiao..! I think I’m close~!” You screamed, using all the air you’ve gathered in those seconds.
His pace got even faster, searching more of your pleasure than his own.
“You are, huh? Tell me how you want this.” He whispered in your ear, licking the lobe afterwards.
“Faster~! Faster~!” You asked, trying to not sound as demanding as Xiao.
Xiao didn’t even say anything, he just quickened his pace to the max he could, making you throw your head to the air in ecstasy.
“Oh, archons~! Archons~!” You screamed, feeling your womb ache more and more with the closure of your climax.
And suddenly, both of you felt your orgasm coming all the way down, making both of you stop everything immediately to feel the moment. Your legs shook non-stop and Xiao was doing his best to keep your hips in the same place. He was very sweaty and gasping but his facial expression was incredibly neutral. He hadn’t even tried reaching his orgasm, so he had no much pleasure to express at that moment rather than having his cock warmed by your sticky, tight walls.
As soon as your legs stopped twitching and your body could relax after the orgasm, your eyes closed, completely exhausted. Xiao pulled you away from the wall and begun walking as he changed the way he carried you to a princess style. You didn’t care where he took you, you just wanted to rest after a noon of many emotions and sex. You suddenly felt body lay down and slightly sink at a very soft place, your own bed. You opened your eyes to see what had happened to you and saw Xiao pulling the sheets of your bed to the height of your chest.
“Tell me, which store was it?” He asked you like nothing had happened, looking at your eyes as he finalized the job of comforting you in the bed.
You breathed in and out using your mouth some more times before finding the courage and air to tell him the store’s name.
“Huai Dei… it was the Huai Dei store.” You answered, now a little less more rested and normal.
“I hope it’s not your favorite store.” He said, before finally walking away from you to the balcony and teleporting somewhere you didn’t know.
You stared at the spot where he last stepped for some seconds before turning your head to the roof again and closing your eyes slowly.
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Eurovision 2024: Last Place
37. ISRAEL
Eden Golan - "Hurricane"
5th place
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Decade Ranking: 150/153
[Above Noa Kirel, below Roxen]
Where do we start?
Let's begin, perhaps by stating the obvious. Israel's participation in this year ruined the contest. You encounter an entrant or two that completely warp the meta around them at every contest, but never to an extent this cataclysmic. Every sour note of this contest, and there were plenty, sprouted from the decision to allow Israel into the year. That was the tipping point. I believe that makes "Hurricane" the worst entry of all times in terms of the sheer negative impact its presence had on the edition it parttook in.
The ESC discourse -on asocial media- completely revolved around the conflict in Palestine either to denounce the war crimes perpetrated by the Israeli goverment and the subsequent silencing of critical voices calling it out, or to make a stand against the Poor Young Girl who was unfairly maligned by radicalized leftists for a conflict she had no hand in.
So was it any surprise that Israel won every Western televote? Be honest. I know that the Twitter manchildren claim Israel cheated, but they are in denial. The televote was genuine. The scalpel slices both ways, sadly. For every heckler booing Eden or protesting for Palestine or announcing a Eurovision boycot or lecturing the general public to not vote for Israel, a sympathy vote for her arises because "Aw She Doesn't Deserve So Much Negativity, Poor Thing". That she willingly chose to rep israel at THIS time with THAT song is blissfully ignored. Eden Golan is not a child. She's fully accountable for the effects that her participation caused, and is perfectly a-OK with it.
So, wake the fuck up. The sympathizing nutcases were OPENLY mobilizing to vote for Israel without even watching a second of the contest, to prove a point against you know, "insane leftist wokery" or whatever they call it. "You can't make me think what you want or do what you want, TAKE THAT". It's the same principle that led to Brexit and Trump beating Clinton. Similarly, they attempted to hijack the results like a particularly nasty species of asian hornet because their 'Freedom of Speech' is more important to them than fair results in an entertainment show, or a potential genocide. Or maybe they were just indoctrinated. A smaller sample size due to boycots + 20 votes per crazed zionist, it's honestly a miracle Croatia STILL beat them in the TV overall.
In other words, pretty much every opinion about Eden revolved around the politics that accompanied the flag she flew under.
And I'm sorry, but Eurovision is not supposed to be about Israel. Why should THAT country get more attention, or even preferential treatment in this otherwise excellent line-up? That's not what it should be about.
It is THEM who it should be about:
None of these artists asked to be a part of this shambolic display. So in that sense, let's do something many have FAILED. Let's do what we're supposed to dp: Discuss the SONG, outside of context.
Frankly, there's remarkably little to say. Even without the context, "Hurricane" would have been bottom of the barrel for me regardless? It's a mediocre sappy ballad aimed to Make People Cry. We see such ballads pop up all the time in NFs (most recently Krick in Luxembourg and Noble in Portugal), where -more often than not- their sucktitude catches up with them and manifests a loss.
I've seen people be outraged that Norway's jury gave it points but I mean, look at any recent scandi NF and tell me a Hurricane wouldn't fit within its ranks. It's Undo, What if, A Monster Like Me, all the tacky soulless ballads with poor narratives preying on the soft-hearted and the guillible with cheap emotional manip. "Hurricane"was cut from the same dementor-esque, sympathy-craving cloth. Call me old fashioned, but I was taught that sympathy requires a modicum of respect, which needs to be earned, not begged for like a dog's dinner. (I hope the Europapa fans are reading this because this also applies to him, and that ghastly outro). If your song was written with the idea in mind of pinkwashing the deaths of a few thousand children, then perhaps you may have not fully earned the benefit of the doubt, jussaying.~
In terms of performance, Eden was vocally good, at least. It's her voice that carries it although i don't find her particularly likeable as a lead. Then again, she is a Russian nepo brat whose family emigrated to Israel after the Ukrainian war so that her daddy to secure his financial assets and the Golans could continue their lavish, privileged lifestyle in a safer country. It was always a challenge, so to say, to consider Eden Golan a likeable individual.
Also what is UP with the choreography? Why do the dancers look like they are loading air rifles? A Choice, to say the least.
So all in all, a pretty weak entry that always would have been in my bottom 3 for any country, but that probably had a ceiling of lower top 10 in a normal, generic year of ESC.
However, this was NOT a generic ESC. There's NO imagining "Hurricane" without its context which makes it so, SO much worse. It was specifically written in support of the Israeli victims in the war (why go through that trouble and not simply withdraw and spend the participation fee on providing for the families of the hostages? Isn't that more effective charity? But hey, what do I know.) There is no "depoliticizing", no matter how often you retcon the lyrics into gibberish. Hurricane's intentions are present in its rhythm, its instrumentation, the keys in which it is sung. The notion that you can separate it from its context is absurd.
And yet, that is precisely what the EBU were hoping for when they allowed it in, and it exploded into their face like a firework. I can't say they didn't deserve it. Ultimately, the full blame for all of this rests with them. If a certain entity threatens the integrity of your being, you get rid of the threat. You don't passively sit back crossing your fingers they leave at their own volition. The Israeli's would understand the reasons for exclusion, surely, as they've been applying the exact same principles to the Gaza Strip since mid October.
The EBU allowed them in, officially to prove Eurovision wasn't political and United By Music (in reality because they're cowards and didn't want to be the first organization to ban Israel from an international event, and be branded antisemites as a result). The result was the most politically charged and divisive contest of all time, rife with incidents that were as avoidable as they were outrageous. It couldn't have been further away from "apolitical unity" if it tried.
Hurricane was NEVER worth the price of admission. All the controversy, the security risks, the boycots, the antisemitism and xenophobia, the censorship, the harrassment of other delegations (which the Israeli delegation EAGERLY participated in) and of course the Israeli embassies in participating countries OPENLY advocating to vote for Israel as "a signal". Even the tensions that led to Joost's dubious DQ which I doubt would have happened at any other contest. This could all have been foreseen and avoided by excluding the country that clearly would have brought the contest into disrepute. Eurovision is now on life support. Congratulations EBU. You KILLED your own contest.
It briefly looked like Israel could win (leave to RAI to be woefully incompetent and blasé), which would have been the final nail in Eurovision's coffin but then they magically lost the televote (thank you SO much Eastern Europe, you are SO real for this) and stranded themselves in 5th place. Instead of being the Worst Winner of All Time, Israel are merely a mediocre also-ran, which I can live with. It makes "Hurricane"' marginally less appalling than "Unicorn" and "I.M" for me. Let their fifth place serve as a grim reminder for future editions that Hatred Breeds Hatred, and also, thankfully, that Love Can indeed Prevail.
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#BorisBubbles#Eurovision#Eurovision 2024#ESC#ESC 2024#Eurovision Song Contest#EBU#Switzerland#Croatia#Ukraine#Germany#France#United Kingdom#Ireland#Spain#Portugal#Italy#Sweden#Norway#Denmark#belgium#Netherlands#Finland#Iceland#Serbia#Slovenia#Greece#Cyprus#Azerbaijan#Armenia
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☆Baby,the stars shine bright☆ pt4
pt1 , pt2 , pt3
inspired by the 'kamikaze girls',♡ always had unconditional love for lolita fashion and nothing else but when she met ellie,an auburn haired girl whos part of a gang with a dad's fashion sense ,her love for clothes begins to compete with her growing feelings for ellie
strangers to friends to lovers,love-hate friendship,ellie is into reader♡ but reader♡ shows no interest (in the beginning),opposite aesthetics,early 2000s
wlw,fluff
wc:5k
warnings: none except violence
On a rainy Friday night, when a storm was raging, you were more worried about your father than yourself, even as the whole house shook violently.
He finally came back home, soaked clothes clinging to him, and bruises marking his face.
You felt relieved that he still had all four fingers, after his gang had taken one for letting an enemy escape.
As tears streamed down his face, you quickly wiped them away as he sat before you.
It was clear to you, even then, that you would never choose the same path as your father.
"I'm not interested" you responded to ellie standing in front of you.
The way you beat up the man who stole your purse surprised Ellie, but the fact that you stood up for yourself and didn't ask her to make him pay got her even more interested. It felt like a waste not to have you in Dina's gang, but she still respected your decision; she knew she couldn't force you into criminality.
Also, who the hell would fight in a frilly dress?
Ellie understood that you had your own reasons (she thought you couldn't bear wearing anything other than Lolita dresses).
You couldnt perfectly hear the low whispers from Ellie's friends, but you guessed they wondered why Ellie was asking you to join the gang.
Ellie turned to them and introduced you, saying, "she sells really cool stuff,i got a new jacket for Himeko."
The gangsters shot you a more appreciative glance before talking with Ellie. She explained the whole thing about your stolen purse to them while you were just standing there like this 🧍♀️.
After a while, Ellie turned her attention back to you, telling you she has to go do what she usually does while out with her gang.
The girls' motorcycles roared once again, with Ellie sitting behind one of her friends since she had left hers at home. They respectfully said 'goodbye' and left, disappearing into the dust.
Suddenly, you felt self-conscious about the idea of Ellie finding out you had sold her fake brand clothes. If she ever told her whole gang, they would certainly not spare you any trouble and might even do worse than chopping off your fingers...
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The next day, you were met with peace, but you also had mixed feelings.
You hadn't seen Ellie all day, but out of sight didn't mean out of mind.
Every time you'd do anything, it felt like you were trying to distract yourself from thinking of her.
You kept thinking about how she was willing to help you catch the thief and find your purse, how she tried to lift your spirits up no matter how tired you were, and how proud and impressed she was when you made the thief pay.
It was cloudy that day, but her smile was outshining the sun.
The 200 bucks she helped you get weren't used to buy a new purse; you looked at it and put it in your wallet. Instead of saving up, you thought about giving it to Ellie as a sign of gratitude.
After all, you would probably still be waiting for the police to find your purse if Ellie hadn't been here for you.
Ellie also gave you her phone number,
'just in case you need my help.'
You saved it in your contacts; in fact, she was the only person you've ever had in there.
As you were thinking about texting her, you were also contemplating your emotions.
Bitter, but also sweet; you've never felt lonely before meeting Ellie.
Perhaps it was because you spent such a great time with her that you finally acknowledged a hole you didn't even know was there in the first place.
A hole that was created when you made the mistake of getting attached to people who weren't worthy of your love.
You only realize it now that she's gone, that it actually felt pleasant being around her.
You closed your glittering flip phone, making a 'clap' sound as you sighed. You were comfortable being alone but uncomfortable feeling lonely.
"she's probably having fun with her friends," you thought. So instead of texting her, you tried to distance yourself.
And it started with getting rid of your thoughts about her. So you cleaned your room, baked with your grandma, had tea time, listened to classical music as you sewed a brand new headband, and tried on different outfits for the next time you go out. However, you were spending more time trying to distract yourself than actually enjoying yourself.
You fell into a restless sleep after this long, tiring day, still with the feeling you failed to make go away.
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One, then two, then three rocks were thrown at your window. You were already awake, lying on your bed, but too lazy to start changing.
Or just start this day, in general.
Then another rock hit your window. The rocks were too small to break the glass, but you still wondered why this person kept persisting at getting your attention.
Although you already had your own idea of who that person was.
After slipping out of the covers, you walked towards your windows and opened them, pushing out the curtains, letting the morning sun enter your bedroom.
You weren't surprised to see her once again.
Ellie looked up at you with a faint smile and waved at you without saying a word.
You had no idea why she showed up in front of your house, but the reason was probably not as important as buying your fake luxury clothes.
After a moment of silence, you started to close the windows, making the auburn-haired girl scream to stop.
That was not so discreet of her.
"i'm just going to change, I'll be right back," you reassured her before closing the windows and putting on the curtains.
About 15 minutes passed by before you showed up in front of Ellie. You didn't wear something extravagant, unlike other days, just a simple baby pink and white dress matching with your old-school lolita bonnet.
To Ellie, you took a lot of time to dress up just to put on a simple outfit. "you know, that's kinda rude", Ellie referred to you closing the windows when you saw her.
"I was going to sleep in, but you interrupted me".You didn't only close them for changing, but mostly to annoy her. Her reactions were so funny.
"sleeping that much is bad for your health though",Ellie replied, looking at your face. You looked like you had enough beauty sleep, unlike her and her eye bags.
On the other hand, you didn't mind her eye bags; they looked cute. But the cute freckles adorning her face were adorable.
"what do you know about health? you smoke", you retorted. It was enough to make her face instantly turn as red as a tomato. She was thinking of a violent comeback but couldn't reply. "anyways, why didn't you just knock at the front door like a decent human?"
"your grandma's there"ellie pointed at your front door where your grandma was. You suddenly remembered when your grandma was trying to tear her ear off; it was hilarious now that you think about it.
"oh yeah, I forgot, she's guarding the house from people like you",you said, holding back your laugh. But Ellie wasn't pleased by the slight insult/teasing. You didn't forget when she revealed she stalked your dad though.
"hey, who gives you money? you better watch your mouth," Ellie said, half-jokingly, but you still enjoyed teasing her; it was like a guilty pleasure.
You wanted to ask her why she hadn't come to see you at all yesterday, but Ellie suddenly grabbed your arm, remembering why she came here in the first place. "come with me, I wanna show you something."
Her touch was as warm as the weather. You couldn't explain why, but it brought you a feeling of comfort, knowing that today was going to be as pleasant as a few days ago, or maybe even better.
However, you still felt reluctant.
What's with the excited look on her face?
Ellie didn't directly voice her intentions and it didn't convince you to follow her. "what is it?"
The fact that you spent a whole day with her, even if the reason was looking for your purse, was enough for Ellie to consider you as a friend.
Ellie wanted to keep it a surprise, but she also knew you wouldn't go with her if she told you what she had in mind. "do you trust me?"she asked.
She looked deep into your eyes with a faint smile, she couldnt convince you , so she tried persuasion.
"absolutely not",you replied honestly. The last time she told you to trust her was before the spicy food contest, and this girl couldn't eat spicy noodles to save her life!
The truth was that she just wanted to help. If lying about the most random things could get you to do fun things with her, she would certainly do it.
And that's exactly how she managed to get you behind her on her black bosozoku. You were gripping the sides of her motorcycle for dear life, not having any seatbelt on.
Ellie pushed the key, turning on her motorcycle, before looking at you to make sure you felt safe.
You caught her smirk before she turned her head back to look at the road; the gangster could tell you've never been on a motorcycle before.
"gimme your hands," Ellie said.
You did as Ellie said, and she placed your arms around her waist. You didn't mind being this close to her since it was for your safety, especially when she smelled so good.
You felt safer holding Ellie like this than wearing helmets and protection from head to toe.
But that quickly changed as soon as she drove off, speeding as if she owned the road.
Many drivers honked, surprised by how fast and how close Ellie was approaching them. You could swear you would have died right there if she wasn't used to doing this.
It was almost miraculous that both of you arrived safe and sound in Shibuya, but not without feeling so dizzy that you couldn't walk straight.
"c'mon, was I really that bad?" Ellie complained at your reaction. She forgot it was your first time on a motorcycle as she was driving; she was purely guided by adrenaline and kind of felt bad about it.
"are you expecting me to praise you after driving like this?" You left home without eating breakfast, and Ellie promised you'd eat once you guys arrived in Shibuya. However, you were too nauseous to put anything in your mouth. You wondered if it wasnt part of her plan
The worst part is Ellie wasn't even drunk,she was driving like this sober !
As she was driving, you forced yourself not to blink, too scared that you would see your life flash by at any moment.
"you're such a drama queen. also, I like physical touch over praises if that helps," the auburn-haired girl chuckled. She saw how nauseous you felt and decided to get you straight to the place she had in mind, skipping breakfast.
"shut up"you retorted but you didnt let this information unregistered in your head.
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Entering this luxurious building felt like stepping into a hidden world. You felt excited, but it also felt wrong.
Everyone gathered around everything. Younger adults were drawn towards slot machines, whereas older people gathered around tables playing games you knew your dad had played before.
You immediately recognized you had entered a casino when you saw the elders playing roulette.
It was during this game that your dad met his ex-gang for the very first time, managing to befriend the members despite losing all his money to them.
That must be a gangster thing because Ellie was literally the one dragging you here. You had passed in front of the building multiple times but never entered it due to lack of interest.
Ellie walked towards the back of the room, holding your hand to make sure you wouldn't run away.
You felt eyes on you as Ellie continued towards a colorful door at the back of the room, its colors contrasting with the white-beige walls of the room but blending perfectly with the one she led you into.
The pink and yellow machines immediately caught your eye.
Ellie knew what she was doing.
Upbeat music played, setting the atmosphere, and unlike the other room, these games attracted both elders and younger people.
"what game is that?" You turned to Ellie, who was already taking a seat. There was no way you could refuse playing pachinko after she had won you 200 bucks last time.
"just another way for us to make money,who knows...we might even get rich by the end of the day." Ellie had played pachinko multiple times before bringing you here for the first time. Luck wasn't something she believed in, but she had learned tricks that often made her win—maybe not every time, but more than everyone in the room combined.
It was also the occasion to see you and make up for her absence yesterday since she was busy kicking ass with her friends.
But mostly, she wanted to show off after losing the spicy eating contest to you. She still hadn't recovered after this, being the bad loser she is...
"sometimes your confidence is kinda tricky," you replied, looking at her hands taking out shiny balls from her pockets.
This girl never carried a bag, so she had the most random things hidden in her pockets.
"just sometimes, not every time" Ellie took your hand, giving you a handful of pachinko balls without giving you the choice but to play with her.
It's not like you would say 'no' after making all this way here, and especially after she helped you find your precious purse.
Her finger softly grazed next to the silver bow ring adorning your middle finger.
"did you know that you can make jewelry out of pachinko balls?" Ellie asked as she pulled a lever, launching the balls in the machine. Colorful arrows of lights flickered on the Pac-Man backboard as upbeat music started to play.
"really?" You mimicked Ellie's action with your Dragon Ball Z-themed machine. You weren't particularly into shonen anime, but the other machine to Ellie's right was already taken by a young guy.
Ellie elaborated as she adjusted the pressure on the lever, launching the shiny balls in the machine, trying to get them into the winning pocket. "you can drill small holes into the balls to string them together for necklaces or bracelets. I've seen some girls adding beads and charms, it's kinda cute."
Your eyes followed the balls bouncing off pins and obstacles as you pressed the button, trying to control their trajectory. Too focused on the machine in front of you, you nodded in response to her random facts.
Ellie then closed her mouth, fully dedicating her attention to putting the small balls in the winning pocket. The balls kept launching in the machine as she applied pressure on the lever, but not a single one would hit the jackpot. She considered this as a warm-up, hoping she would quickly get the hang of it.
On the other hand, despite having absolutely no experience in playing pachinko or gambling games, you were doing perfectly, having each single ball thrown straight into the winning pocket as if you'd been playing for years.
It was not strategy nor how many times you were pressing the button that would make you win; there was simply no other explanation than luck. You never went outside without putting on your favorite silver ring, convinced that it would bring you luck. And here you were, getting more balls in the tray ready to be exchanged for money.
Ellie looked at your machine, purely intrigued. She thought she was going to impress you and not the other way around.
Not a single ball missed the winning pocket!
"hey, did you know why the pachinko ball went to school?" Ellie went back to playing but not without trying to distract you.
"I have no idea." You knew what Ellie was doing; you were starting to know her a little better. Her stupid jokes weren't something that would easily distract you; in fact, you kept accumulating new balls in your tray.
"because it wanted to be a little brighter." She was the only one laughing, but she managed to make you smile, which satisfied her.
She was convinced she could make you laugh out loud soon.
"trying to distract me won't make you win." You would occasionally glance at her, desperately trying to get at least one ball in the winning pocket, noticing how her confidence disappeared instantly from the minute she started to pull the lever.
You almost pitied her. (you kept playing anyway.)
Ellie thought there was no other explanation than a machine problem; maybe she picked a defective machine that would only make her lose.
After a few minutes, you noticed Ellie wasn't beside you anymore; the seat on your right was empty, and instead of her, you caught the envious gaze of a guy looking younger than you.
The sound of people whispering behind you, along with balls aggressively flipping at every corner of the machine, made you turn around; Ellie was behind you on another machine.
Luckily winning, she'd get new shiny balls in her tray after 30 minutes of playing, already imagining how full of cash her pockets were going to be.
However, if money could bring luck, it could also do the opposite; you were too focused on your game to notice how much attention it gathered.
"It's her, right over there with the child's clothes," the door in the back of the room opened before loudly being slammed. Two men in suits walked straight towards you.
Ellie noticed them and stood up before they could try anything.
"she's cheating, sir! I saw her with my own eyes!" It was the same guy looking at you with pure envy from earlier, now talking. You didn't even notice him leaving. You wondered how he was going to prove it.
"miss, stand up and step aside," the taller guy ordered, not even considering the younger guy lying.
"how is winning cheating? this dude is just mad that I have good luck," you defended yourself, but you could tell the taller guy didn't want to hear anything from a woman like you, even if you were telling the truth.
You desperately wanted to keep your jackpot, so you had no choice but to do as he told you, hoping this misunderstanding would quickly end.
Suddenly, you felt a hand forcefully pushing you towards the two men. The three of you fell to the floor like bowling pins, with the two men's heads bumping into each other as yours was cushioned by the tall guy's abdomen.
You didn't even want to apologize when the younger dude yelled at you for trying to kill them, claiming it was an attempt to get away with your 'cheating'
You sighed at how chaotic the situation had turned in just a split second and noticed Ellie behind you.
The two men slowly stood up, and the taller guy pushed you away before he went to check the pachinko machine.
There was no proof that you were cheating, and the look of envy on the guy's face was now mixed with jealousy.
He added another lie, determined to make you lose your jackpot. "aren't minors forbidden in this place, sir?"
His tone was so cocky; you were more trying to control yourself from punching him in the face than keep explaining yourself.
"shut the fuck up. I bet your pubic hair is still growing for the first time," Ellie walked towards him as she cracked her fingers, her patience quickly wearing thin.
The guy stepped back anxiously as he recognized the golden signature on Ellie's jacket.
You've never seen anyone get in such a state just by looking at someone's jacket, but this also explained why everyone would give Ellie a 3-meter of private space in public.
"excuse me? watch your mouth, otherwise not only her, but also you will be expelled," he wasn't even denying what Ellie had said.
The tall man looked you up and down, wondering how the guards even let you enter the casino. You and Ellie didn't even see anyone controlling people at the entrance.
Ellie's gaze shifted from the young guy's face to the tall man's, coming up with a quick lie too, even though both of you were legal. "no, seriously, she's uh... she's my mother. she's just dressed in child's clothes."
Both of the guys looked at each other before looking at you, searching for any sign of old age.
"Yeah, I brought my daughter here so we could get money and get a lawyer for divorce." Your brain worked faster than you'd think. You glanced at Ellie before looking at them, hoping to make this lie sound like truth to the stupid men.
Unfortunately, their level of stupidity was so high that they would only believe men lying, but never women, regardless of whether they'd lie or tell the truth.
Because you had tried both,but it didn't stop both you and Ellie from being expelled from the casino, thrown outside of the building like useless trash.
You brushed the dust off your dress as you stood up with Ellie. "I hate men," you complained as you looked at the front of the building.
The reason both of you got kicked out wasn't because of your age, but because Ellie violently headbutted the two men who were going to call the police on them.
You didn't blame her though; you got kicked out without your jackpot, but she did what you restrained yourself from doing.
Ellie looked at you, making sure you weren't hurt or anything. "same, they didn't have to throw us out like that", her voice dripping with annoyance as she looked back at the building.
Although you were safe, with no police to track you down and no men trying to threaten you, you still felt bad and for losing the jackpot you won.
But you stopped worrying once you recognized the shiny balls Ellie was taking out of her pockets. "no need to be grumpy now,i got these just in time" Ellie said proudly as she handed them out to you. Ellie was usually chill and carefree, but in serious situations, her brain would always work faster than she'd think. That's how she got the quick reflex to push you to the two douchebags so she could put your pachinko balls in her pocket.
There was no way you were going to get in trouble AND lose what belonged to you.
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Impatiently, both of you went to exchange the pachinko balls for money secretly. It wasn't your first time doing something illegal for your own interest; in fact, it was starting to become a habit.
Ellie counted up all the money while you stood next to her, ensuring there was no one watching around, but your eyes would always turn back to Ellie with a focused look on her face.
You couldn't see her beautiful freckles because the roofs of the houses were blocking the sun, casting their shadows on the ground.
The darkness reflected the mystery of Ellie's mind to you.
You wondered what her childhood was like, why she liked darker colors, how she always appeared tough and fearless. You wondered if she ever showed her vulnerable side to her gang members.
But mostly, you wondered why she kept helping you. Was there a deeper meaning behind her smile, a message conveyed through the way she looked at you, and why was she desperate to hear you laugh at her jokes?
Ellie wasn't an attention seeker, but she loved it when you would give yours to her.
The way you stood up for yourself and kicked the ass of the asshole who stole your purse that day was undeniably attractive.
Ellie was still thinking about it; she also imagined how it would be if you joined her gang. The day after that, although she hadn't seen you all day, it didn't mean that you didn't leave her mind.
You realized you hit the big jackpot when Ellie gave you the amount of money your luck was worth; those 500 bucks were easy money for you.
Ellie had a bit less money than you, but when you handed her half of what you had, she refused respectfully.
"we said we'd split up," you insisted. You still had the 200 bucks she got you doubled up in your purse. They were the first thing you grabbed before she drove you to the casino. You never had the occasion to properly thank her for helping you find your purse until now.
Ellie looked at you. She knew your intention but still refused, though she appreciated the act. "you won this because you're a good player. It's yours," her tone softer than usual.
So you softened yours too. "at least take it as a gift." You took her hand, but she closed it before you could give her anything.
You knew Ellie preferred actions over words, so why wasn't she accepting the money?
"I swear I'm going to shove it in your mouth if you keep refusing my act of gratefulness."
Ellie just laughed at how quickly your tone changed, insisting for her to take the money you offered her. She liked how fast you started to understand her.
"Wow, so kind of you, but-"Ellie replied sarcastically, but suddenly her phone rang, interrupting your moment.
Slipping the money into her pockets was far from discreet, so you decided to wait.
You weren't listening, just hearing.
You assumed the deep raspy voice talking to Ellie was Joel. He was telling her to come back home soon since the sun was going to start setting, which she agreed to. She couldn't say 'no' after he said he made pizza.
Ellie talked to Joel as she kept eye contact with you, making the call quick.
"' 'mkay, see ya," she closed her flip phone, making a 'clap' sound before fully focusing her attention back to you.
"kiddo..." you muttered. The way Ellie and Joel conversed told you a lot about their relationship. Joel had a caring yet friendly tone, while Ellie would give short and direct responses. Something felt off between these two, but what caught your attention the most was the nickname Joel would call Ellie. "he calls you kiddo, how cute."
Ellie put her phone back in her pocket, giving you an unappreciative side eye. "don't call me that."
"I was just saying that the way he calls you kiddo's cute." You noticed how embarrassed Ellie got; it showed all over her face with how fast she blushed.
Ellie sighed. She regretted not lowering the volume of her phone during her call; she knew you would tease her about it. "yeah, but he's the only one allowed to call me that."
"but I wasnt calling you kiddo."
"say that one more time and I'll kill you." Ellie shot you a glare as she playfully threatened you. You forgot this side of her for a moment. It wasn't the weed making her chill and goofy whenever she's around you; it was just the way she was with you.
You smiled playfully before leaning your face toward her,you knew perfectly how to annoy her "kiddo"
You ran as fast as you could away from her, with her chasing you.
The wind was blowing against you, making your hair fly as you ran.
Ellie was catching up to you, but before she could grab you ,you stumbled and slipped headfirst on the floor !
Too embarrassed, you stayed on the floor when you heard Ellie exploding into laughter as if she had been holding her laughter in for centuries.
"you don't even wear platforms, how the fuck did you slip like that?" Ellie walked closer to you still refusing to budge. You wanted her to feel guilty
Ellie noticed the lack of response and instantly got worried, already imagining the worst scenarios. She crouched down, gently moving your hair out of your face. "hey ♡, are you ok?" Her voice was caring and gentler compared to earlier.
If she only talks to you like this when worried, you'd stumble on the ground more often.
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So i was thinking about enemies to lovers jacaerys x ftm!reader like they know each other since they were kids but they're always fighting/competing with each other and then someone from their school throw a party and they got very drunk and ended up fucking (ofc jace teases the hell out of him)
a.n: literally pure filth, enjoy ! can be read as gn! but it is intended to be m! just a little drabble
w.c: 800+
c.w under cut
masterlist - requests open
c.w: bottom!also kinda mean but sub!reader, mean? dom!top!jace, college au, barely any plot, teasing, slut shaming, anal (implied), anal fingering, anal eating (implied), male masturbation (kinda?),slight breeding kink i guess ? rivals to lovers(?)/fwb? can be interpreted either way, not proofread
“Always knew you were a fucking slut.”
You don’t even remember how you ended up here. You and jace have always had a sort of rivalry. Ever since you met you two never really got along, you were civil when you needed to be, but any chance you would get you two would exchange insults.
“When are the two of you gonna fuck already?” You remember looking at your friend with confusion, “What are you talking about?”
“Are you kidding me? The hate fucking you guys would have is insane.”
“You say that like you didn't just have your tongue up my ass.” You feel a harsh slap against your ass cheeks and you whimper. “Shut the fuck up slut.”
“Make me you piece of shit.” He says nothing in return. You don’t see what he’s doing, laying on your stomach makes it near impossible to look at him, you hear some wet sounds before you suddenly feel a finger slip into your hole and moan.
“You were too fucking ready for that, what a fucking whore.” No sounds leave your mouth other than hushed moans as he begins to pump his finger in and out. “Now you wanna be quiet huh? you were running your mouth earlier what happened?” You can hear the fake concerned voice and you can even imagine the pout on his face as he mocks you.
“Please.” He shoves a second finger in and moves so his face is right next to your ear, managing to catch your teary eyes, “Awe,” He wipes a tear from you face but the look he gives you shows he doesn't care, “Look at you, so cute.”
“Fuck you.” You manage to cry out and you watch his jaw clench and he tsks at you. “Seems like nobody taught you how to show some respect.” Suddenly his fingers are ripped out of you and you whine, wiggling your ass in his direction to get him to put them back in.
He slaps your ass, “Stop fucking whining,” He flips you around and he’s suddenly straddling you, holding his cock in his hands, “you need to be punished so you’re gonna sit there and watch.”
You stare at him, trying to keep your eyes off his dick as he begins to stroke himself, his eyes closing as he begins to moan. “Fuck.” No matter how much squirming and whining you do he does not let up, continuing to force you watch him pleasure himself while you’re withering in pain from how turned on you are.
“jace,,,” “shut up, im fucking close.”
He has you laying on your hands so you can’t even reach up and grab him. “I’m sorry jace please.” He just laughs and shakes his head, continuing to jerk himself off. “Now you wanna be sorry right? right as im about to cum, awe are you upset im not cumming in you?”
He grabs your jaw with one hand and forces you to look him, “What you want that? You want me to stuff you full?” You nod as best you can and you try to see his facial expression through your blurry teary eyes.
You see him come closer into view until his lips press against yours, unlike how he has been treating you he kissed you softly. Both of his hands move to cup your cheeks, you can feel him smiling against your lips and as he pulls back he wipes some of the tears off your face.
“You good?” His voice is softer than it had been before, clearly checking in on you. Your heart swells at his actions and you nod. “Yes, i promise, im good.” He hums and pecks your lips one more time before he gets off you and harshly turns you over and pulls your hips up and a hand comes down to force your chest against the bed.
You can’t help but feel slightly humiliated at the position but you can think about that right as his fingers rub around your hole. “You’re so cute.”
“Saying that to my ass?” “What? She’s cute, look at her puckering at my fingers.” “My ass is a she?” “To make you feel better ill say my dick is also a she.” “Fuck you.”
Apparently in that time you were chatting he had lubed up his dick and began to stick the head of his dick inside you, “I'm fucking trying to.”
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tag f1 game! tysm to @watermelonworries for the tag 🩷🫰🏻
whos your favorite f1 driver?
the man on my profile pic aka sebastian vettel. if we consider he’s already retired (😔), lewis is my fave driver from the grid!
do you have any other favorite drivers?
yep! from current grid my faves are fernando, oscar, george and lando :) if we take into account retired, mark, jenson and nico are my golden trio 🙏
who is your least favorite driver?
checo, i’m so sorry. never liked him, but absolutely respect him and won’t throw hate towards him (however, i just hate some of his comments towards women, you know what i might be talking about)
do you pull for drivers or do you like teams as well?
drivers! but i’ve been a ferrari fan since 2010, when fernando joined the team
if you like teams, what teams do you pull for?
ferrari and mercedes are and will always be my favourites
how long have you been into f1?
since forever, actually! my dad started watching f1 when fernando joined, back in 2001 if i remember correctly. i was born in 2002, so i was introduced in f1 culture since the very beginning of my life
what got you into f1?
my dad! as i said before, f1 has been in my life since forever. a fun fact is that he really wanted me to be a hardcore fernando fan, but i turned out to be a hardcore fan of the drivers he used to hate the most: ✨seb and lewis✨
i have a really funny (to me) anecdote about how i became a lewis fan lol. one of the first words i learned in english was ham, which means jamón in spanish. so every time i read on the grid ham, i used to call lewis jamón
do you enjoy fanfic/RPF?
for sure, but i don’t have time to read as much as i’d like to + i don’t have many fics recommendations (drop some if you have pls!)
how do you view new fans?
well, tbh i have mixed feelings with this. while i’m so happy the sport i love the most has more fans, and i can get to meet all the people i never got to meet when i was a child and people laughed at me for like something that was “for men”, i sometimes feel like i’m in the one direction fandom and that f1 itself it’s just a boyband
if you could take over as team principal for any team, who would it be and why?
ferrari, because it’s the team i’ve supported the most and, also, my all time favourite f1 drivers (seb, lewis and fernando) were/will be drivers 🥹
are your friends and family into f1 as well?
yes! my mum watches the start of the races in case there’s an accident lol. she likes the sport a little bit but gets bored watching races. and my dad, of course. however, he stopped watching races back in 2015 because he was tired of seb and, also, f1 started being streamed only on platforms where you had ti pay and tbh we didn’t have money to pay for subscriptions. i was the one who stayed (and watched all seasons until last year illegally, sorry)
are you open to talking to other fans/friends?
sure! i try to stay as active as i can and talk to many people as i can (on tiktok and wattpad mostly), but i’d love to meet new people, so don’t be afraid to reply this post, comment whatever you want, and have a chat with me! i promise i’m good vibes and don’t bite ✌🏻
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This has been eye opening for my real life contacts, like who is speaking up and sharing information and who won't stop fucking travel blogging for five minutes to say something, anything. I feel equally heartened by the many people I know who are fighting and equally disheartened by all the people I know who are intentionally looking the other way
#i havent used insta in ages but opening it up and using it as yet another live feed on the continued genocide was a good decision.#not just to hear people's stories and watch what theyre risking their lives to say#but to see the people in my life- most of them people i havent talked to in years and years- either stand up or stay silent#someone i was friends w in hs actually reached out to me after i posted on my story about a protest coming up#so i am not the only one taking notes on who cares.#i know social media doesn't equal real life engagement-#there r countless things in my life i don't talk about on here and this blog is the closest thing i have to a diary (sad!)#but if you are actively posting about your backpacking trip to europe and you're actively ignoring#all of the people in your life who are begging anyone to listen?#no more respect for you. if i had any to begin with
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OKAY! Chatot rant in tags below! Read at your own discretion.
#okay starting from the beginning of where ppl usually dislike him. apple woods chapter.#he doesn’t give hero/partner the CHANCE to explain themselves despite them being relatively good recruits up until that point.#and that legit might be my only gripe with that chapter bc!!! stories need conflict! I LIKE the conflict in apple woods!!!#hero and partner being punished so something they didn’t do!#the misunderstanding! how team skull (Skuntank) actually outplays the main duo with a clever yet rotten trick. I LOVE that it segways into-#one of the more sweeter scenes of guild members looking out for eachother. I LIKE APPLE WOODS CONFLICT.#but chatot just. not giving them a chance. is so dumb.#I’d personally fix this by having a lil montage of hero/partner fucking up on jobs. A LOT. and chatot giving them a pass every time.#and let the perfect apple incident BE the one where he puts his foot down and doesn’t listen to them. bc he’d given them loads of chances.#and doesn’t want to hear any excuse.#but yeah. I legit dont mind him during that chapter except for that really stupid and frustrating moment.#NOW. CHAPTER 17.#UGGGGHHH WHERE DO I BEGIN#Him not believing hero and Partner about Grovyle and the future being in ruin? FINE. ACTUALLY GOOD. BC CHATOT WOULD BE SKEPTIC.#IT FITS HIS CHARACTER!!#BUT WHAT DOES SUCK. IS HIM GOING ‘Dusknoir isn’t the bad guy. he didn’t do anything wrong’#WHEN HE LITERALLY KIDNAPPED HERO AND PARTNER RIGHT I N F R O N T OF HIM.#(NO LITERALLY. HIS CHARACTER IS IN THE FRONT ROW WHEN IT HAPPENED.)#and him. having the GALL to tell hero and partner they must’ve been ‘seeing things’ and downplaying the HELL they went through.#despite them being missing for hours/days. his own guild recruits. and his angry sprite showing up.#like. I think that’s when I genuinely despised him.#that and him going ‘OH I BELIEVED YOU THE WHOLE TIME HEEHOO :)’ shit was so fucking annoying.#just playing it off as a joke the second the guild started to believe hero and partner.#IMAGINE IF HE W A S ACTUALLY TESTING THE GUILD’S TRUST. SHOWCASING HIM AS THE MORE RESPONSIBLE AND RESPECTFUL RIGHT HAND OF THE GUILD.#and yes. Brine cave he saves hero and partner. but at that point I just didn’t care anymore.#he fucked those two over so much. that I didn’t care what ‘valiant’ sacrifice he had.#and he grills Team Skull for what they did OFF SCREEN. they couldn’t even give us THAT.#<<< THAT or him outright saying sorry would’ve been nice. IKIK his ‘actions’ or whatever but.#eughh again this is all imo. I’m not trying to make people hate him or change their mind.#I’ll get into positives in the second post cause I’m running out of tags
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2/2 Do you crave approval and/or praise?
yeah? what do you mean you don’t like tumpet ? 🎺bwaaa?
#the... normal amount i’d guess#i used to certainly#but i think that’s disappeared as a ‘craving’ in that sense and is a lot more of a mundane form of occasionally seeking reassurance#i get nervous about it sometimes but i’ve been beginning to accept that it’s ok to want to feel out differences in perspectives with others#so that’s fine#also helps a lot with feeling motivated about creative work and other kinds of pursuits#note on that though i am talking about PEER approval the first step in even getting here was being ok approving of myself first#mainly had to do with deprogramming and just. unlearning a bunch of self beliefs (i at least was sorta aware of it but its hard even then)#but once you have that particular baseline of respect for yourself as a person imo you don’t really crave anything so much?#there’s no subsisting off of other people inasmuch as conducting a relationship with them because you’re not trying to replace a lack of it#relating to others in a healthy way very much is about genuinely believing yourself and trusting your own pov first#before you can get to the rest. hell of a climb if you’ve spent any part of your life mostly hearing critical gaslighting or indifference#but in my experience at least it’s a lot of burden off both yourself and the people you care for once you finally make it there#gonna have a hard time constructing anything more if youre not standing on solid ground first (..& hopefully not somewhere prone to floods)
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#my mom keeps talking about how much she's going to miss me when i go to college and how im never at home any more bc im out w my friends#and im like. actually i cant wait to not live in a house where i have no privacy and i dont have to deal with you being drunk every other#night!! im so fucking tired of living under your surveillance and under your thumb!!!! being isolated and shut up in the house for pretty#much my entire childhood was actually a terrible thing and i wish id just been allowed to go to a normal school and do normal things and be#a normal person!!! with independence and agency and close relationships!! i didnt choose for you to homeschool me and its fucking me up in#ways im only beginning to realize! and im out all the time now bc i actually have friends now. i have people who care about me and like me#and i can confide in. and most importantly anything they know about me they know because i CHOSE to share it with them.#and she keeps joking about folllowing me to college and im like jesus christ there is quite literally nothing id hate more.#and last night she came into my room and talked at me for like half an hour and while she was saying how much how much shed miss me#she had her arm on my chest and i was so goddamn uncomfortable and i couldnt tell her to stop touching me bc she kept talking about how#she loved me but like. has she ever once respected me enough not to touch me when i dont want it. i feel kind of sick right now just#thinking about it bc she NEVER STOPS TOUCHING ME#'violation' might be too strong of a word to apply here but it feels pretty damn close.#like i cant stop thinking about/feeling her arm on my chest and her hands touching my face and i couldnt stop that feeling for hours after#im just so tired of her treating my body like something shes entitled to.#'you'll always be my little girl' no. im not a girl and im not little and i definitely dont belong to you.
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You don’t own fanfics. They’re inherently public domain because they aren’t your IP. Agree or disagree with AI, there are no grounds for “protection” from AI because it isn’t your IP to begin with. That’s what you chose when you chose this medium
Oh dear.
Okay, you get an answer, because at least you took the effort to write your ask out properly, even if you are hiding behind the grey, sunglassed circle.
Do I, or any fanfic author for that matter, have any legal claims to our work? No, not really, no. (Although if someone took a fic, filed off the serial number--deleted the fandom specific elements--, and then had it published for financial gain, yeah, that would be a case.)
BUT
Fandoms are built on a social contract that says we respect each others work, the effort people put into their art. We don't steal or disrespect the work of our peers. By feeding people's fanworks to AI you both steal and disprect it, and we need to make people realize that before it's too late--before fandom falls apart, because there will be no more real, actual fanworks.
Disrepectfully,
Orlissa
(i can't believe I have to say this)
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Controversial opinion among Dune book fans maybe, but I loved the changes they made to Chani's character. Making her a fedaykin who is already an experienced fighter before Paul arrives was a brilliant choice. Dune Part Two is a war movie, and this puts her at the center of the action, side by side with Paul, and gives her a much more active role than she has in the book.
We got a hint of where things were going in the beginning of Dune Part One. The first thing we ever know about movie Chani is that she's a fighter. She serves as a voice for the Fremen, telling us the story of their struggle from her point of view. I wrote here about the difference this change makes compared to other adaptations of Dune, what a perspective shift it is to have the world of Arrakis introduced not by an outsider, describing it as a dangerous but valuable colonial prize, but by one of its native inhabitants, who tells us before all else that it's beautiful, her home that she's fighting to liberate. I am so, so glad that the second movie followed up on this characterization.
I never found Chani and Paul's love story in the book particularly convincing, because why would this woman, who already has a prominent and respected place in Fremen society, even give the time of day to her deposed would-be colonizer, let alone fall in love and have children with him? Without a compelling reason for Chani to love Paul, she ends up feeling like a prize to be won, and "indigenous culture personified as a woman to be wooed (or conquered) by the colonizing man" is a trope we've seen and don't need to repeat.
But as soon as you tell me it's a barricade romance I get it. Cool cool cool, I know exactly what this relationship is now and it makes sense. Movie Chani doesn't respect or even particularly like Paul when she first meets him, and she doesn't think he's the fulfillment of any prophecy. She comes to respect him, and eventually love him, through his actions. He's brave--sometimes recklessly so. He fights well. He's willing to stick his neck out on the front lines with the other Fremen fighters. He can (after a little help) hack surviving in the harsh desert environment. He's not too proud to learn from others. He seems to genuinely want to be her equal in a common political struggle. All these qualities make sense as things she values.
Fighting side by side as equals is just about the only way I can see movie Chani falling for Paul. And it fits perfectly with the film's pattern of reversals that Paul's capacity for violence would initially be one of the things Chani likes about him, only for her to be repelled later when she sees what he becomes.
And as for Paul, well, he's had people deferring to him his entire life. Someone who doesn't take any shit from him is probably refreshing. He seems to like people (Duncan, Gurney) who challenge him and engage in a little friendly teasing--and aren't afraid to go a few rounds in the sparring ring.
It's easy to speedrun a romance when you're spending all your time together in mortal danger fighting for a shared political cause. Especially if you then start winning in a war your people have been fighting for decades. Are you kidding me? That is the perfect environment for intense battle camaraderie to turn into romantic love, and lust.
It makes sense that this version of Chani never believes Paul is any kind of messiah. Of course a character like movie Chani wouldn't believe in or trust some outside savior to liberate them. She's been working to liberate her own people for years. The more Paul invokes the messianic myth, the more he starts sounding once again like someone who plans to rule over them, and the more uncomfortable Chani becomes. In this way she becomes a foil to Jessica, the two of them representing the choices Paul is pulled between. It's a great way of externalizing the political and philosophical debates that often happen within characters' heads in the book.
And of course this version of Chani would leave Paul at the end of the film. It's not just the personal, emotional betrayal--although that stings. What common cause does she have with someone who just declared himself emperor and is sending her own people off in a war of conquest against others? Given the important role she plays in Dune Messiah, I am super curious to see how they get her back into the story, but girl was so valid for being willing to just gtfo. Given that she has the last shot of the whole movie, I'm sure she'll be back somehow, and I can't wait to see what they do with her character in any future installments.
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Horses: Since There Seems To Be A Knowledge Gap
I'm going to go ahead and preface this with: I comment pretty regularly on clips and photos featuring horses and horseback riding, often answering questions or providing explanations for how or why certain things are done. I was a stable hand and barrel racer growing up, and during my 11 year tenure on tumblr, Professional Horse Commentary is a very niche, yet very necessary, subject that needs filling. Here are some of the literary and creative gaps I've noticed in well meaning (and very good!) creators trying to portray horses and riding realistically that... well, most of you don't seem to even be aware of, because you wouldn't know unless you worked with horses directly!
Some Of The Most Common Horse + Riding Mistakes I See:
-Anybody can ride any horse if you hold on tight enough/have ridden once before.
Nope. No, no, no, no, aaaaaaaand, no. Horseback riding has, historically, been treated as a life skill taught from surprisingly young ages. It wasn't unusual in the pre-vehicular eras to start teaching children as young as 4 to begin to ride, because horses don't come with airbags, and every horse is different. For most adults, it can take months or years of regular lessons to learn to ride well in the saddle, and that's just riding; not working or practicing a sport.
Furthermore, horses often reject riders they don't know. Unless a horse has been trained like a teaching horse, which is taught to tolerate riders of all skill and experience levels, it will take extreme issue with having some random person try to climb on their back. Royalty, nobility, and the knighted classes are commonly associated with the "having a favorite special horse" trope, because it's true! Just like you can have a particularly special bond with a pet or service animal that verges on parental, the same can apply with horses. Happy horses love their owners/riders, and will straight-up do their best to murder anyone that tries to ride them without permission.
-Horses are stupid/have no personality.
There isn't a more dangerous assumption to make than assuming a horse is stupid. Every horse has a unique personality, with traits that can be consistent between breeds (again, like cat and dog breeds often have distinct behavior traits associated with them), but those traits manifest differently from animal to animal.
My mother had an Arabian horse, Zipper, that hated being kicked as a signal to gallop. One day, her mom and stepdad had a particularly unpleasant visitor; an older gentleman that insisted on riding Zipper, but refused to listen to my mother's warnings never to kick him. "Kicking" constitutes hitting the horse's side(s) with your heels, whether you have spurs on or not. Most horses only need a gentle squeeze to know what you want them to do.
Anyway, Zipper made eye-contact with my mom, asking for permission. He understood what she meant when she nodded at him. He proceeded to give this asshole of a rider road rash on the side of the paddock fence and sent him to the emergency room. He wouldn't have done it if he didn't have the permission from the rider he respected, and was intelligent enough to ask, "mind if I teach this guy a lesson?" with his eyes, and understand, "Go for it, buddy," from my mom in return.
-Riding bareback is possible to do if you hold onto the horse's mane really tight.
Riding a horse bareback (with no saddle, stirrups, or traditional harness around the horse's head) is unbelievably difficult to learn, particularly have testicles and value keeping them. Even professional riders and equestrians find ourselves relying on tack (the stuff you put on a horse to ride it) to stay stable on our horses, even if we've been riding that particular horse for years and have a very positive, trusting relationship.
Horses sweat like people do. The more they run, the more their hair saturates with sweat and makes staying seated on them slippery. Hell, an overworked horse can sweat so heavily that the saddle slips off its back. It's also essential to brush and bathe a horse before it's ridden in order to keep it healthier, so their hair is often quite slick from either being very clean or very damp. In order to ride like that, you have to develop the ability to synchronize your entire body's rhythm's with the rhythm of the horse's body beneath you, and quite literally move as one. Without stirrups, most people can't do it, and some people can never master bareback riding no matter how many years they spend trying to learn.
-You can be distracted and make casual conversation while a horse is standing untethered in the middle of a barn or field.
At every barn I've ever worked at, it's been standard practice with every single horse, regardless of age or temperament, to secure their heads while they're being tacked up or tacked down. The secures for doing this are simple ropes with clips that are designed to attach to the horse's halter (the headwear for a horse that isn't being ridden; they have no bit that goes in the horse's mouth, and no reins for a rider to hold) on metal O rings on either side of the horse's head. This is not distressing to the horse, because we give them plenty of slack to turn their heads and look around comfortably.
The problem with trying to tack up an unrestrained horse while chatting with fellow stable hands or riders is that horses know when you're distracted! And they often try to get away with stuff when they know you're not looking! In a barn, a horse often knows where the food is stored, and will often try to tiptoe off to sneak into the feed room.
Horses that get into the feed room are often at a high risk of dying. While extremely intelligent, they don't have the ability to throw up, and they don't have the ability to tell that their stomach is full and should stop eating. Allowing a horse into a feed/grain room WILL allow it to eat itself to death.
Other common woes stable hands and riders deal with when trying to handle a horse with an unrestrained head is getting bitten! Horses express affection between members of their own herd, and those they consider friends and family, through nibbling and surprisingly rough biting. It's not called "horseplay" for nothing, because during my years working with horses out in the pasture, it wasn't uncommon at all for me to find individuals with bloody bite marks on their withers (that high part on the middle of the back of their shoulders most people instinctively reach for when they try to get up), and on their backsides. I've been love-bitten by horses before, and while flattering, they hurt like hell on fleshy human skin.
So, for the safety of the horse, and everybody else, always make a show of somehow controlling the animal's head when hands-on and on the ground with them.
-Big Horse = War Horse
Startlingly, the opposite is usually the case! Draft and carriage horses, like Percherons and Friesians, were never meant to be used in warfare. Draft horses are usually bred to be extremely even-tempered, hard to spook, and trustworthy around small children and animals. Historically, they're the tractors of the farm if you could afford to upgrade from oxen, and were never built to be fast or agile in a battlefield situation.
More importantly, just because a horse is imposing and huge doesn't make it a good candidate for carrying heavy weights. A real thing that I had to be part of enforcing when I worked at a teaching ranch was a weight limit. Yeah, it felt shitty to tell people they couldn't ride because we didn't have any horses strong enough to carry them due to their weight, but it's a matter of the animal's safety. A big/tall/chonky horse is more likely to be built to pull heavy loads, but not carry them flat on their spines. Horses' muscular power is predominantly in their ability to run and pull things, and too heavy a rider can literally break a horse's spine and force us to euthanize it.
Some of the best war horses out there are from the "hot blood" family. Hot blooded horses are often from dry, hot, arid climates, are very small and slight (such as Arabian horses), and are notoriously fickle and flighty. They're also a lot more likely to paw/bite/kick when spooked, and have even sometimes been historically trained to fight alongside their rider if their rider is dismounted in combat; kicking and rearing to keep other soldiers at a distance.
-Any horse can be ridden if it likes you enough.
Just like it can take a lifetime to learn to ride easily, it can take a lifetime of training for a horse to comfortably take to being ridden or taking part in a job, like pulling a carriage. Much like service animals, horses are typically trained from extremely young ages to be reared into the job that's given to them, and an adult horse with no experience carrying a rider is going to be just as scared as a rider who's never actually ridden a horse.
Just as well, the process of tacking up a horse isn't always the most comfortable experience for the horse. To keep the saddle centered on the horse's back when moving at rough or fast paces, it's essential to tighten the belly strap (cinch) of the saddle as tightly as possible around the horse's belly. For the horse, it's like wearing a tight corset, chafes, and even leaves indents in their skin afterward that they love having rinsed with water and scratched. Some horses will learn to inflate their bellies while you're tightening the cinch so you can't get it as tight as it needs to be, and then exhale when they think you're done tightening it.
When you're working with a horse wearing a bridle, especially one with a bit, it can be a shocking sensory experience to a horse that's never used a bit before. While they lack a set of teeth naturally, so the bit doesn't actually hurt them, imagine having a metal rod shoved in your mouth horizontally! Unless you understand why it's important for the person you care about not dying, you'd be pretty pissed about having to keep it in there!
-Horseback riding isn't exercise.
If you're not using every muscle in your body to ride with, you're not doing it right.
Riding requires every ounce of muscle control you have in your entire body - although this doesn't mean it wasn't realistic for people with fat bodies to stay their weight while also being avid riders; it doesn't mean the muscles aren't there. To stay on the horse, you need to learn how it feels when it moves at different gaits (walk, trot, canter, gallop), how to instruct it to switch leads (dominant legs; essential for precise turning and ease of communication between you and the horse), and not falling off. While good riders look like they're barely moving at all, that's only because they're good riders. They know how to move so seamlessly with the horse, feeling their movements like their own, that they can compensate with their legs and waists to not bounce out of the saddle altogether or slide off to one side. I guarantee if you ride a horse longer than 30 minutes for the first time, your legs alone will barely work and feel like rubber.
-Horses aren't affectionate.
Horses are extraordinarily affectionate toward the right people. As prey animals, they're usually wary of people they don't know, or have only recently met. They also - again, like service animals - have a "work mode" and a "casual mode" depending upon what they're doing at the time. Horses will give kisses like puppies, wiggle their upper lips on your hair/arms to groom you, lean into neck-hugs, and even cuddle in their pasture or stall if it's time to nap and you join them by leaning against their sides. If they see you coming up from afar and are excited to see you, they'll whinny and squeal while galloping to meet you at the gate. They'll deliberately swat you with their tails to tease you, and will often follow you around the pasture if they're allowed to regardless of what you're up to.
-Riding crops are cruel.
Only cruel people use riding crops to hurt their horses. Spurs? I personally object to, because any horse that knows you well doesn't need something sharp jabbing them in the side for emphasis when you're trying to tell them where you want them to go. Crops? Are genuinely harmless tools used for signalling a horse.
I mean, think about it. Why would crops be inherently cruel instruments if you need to trust a horse not to be afraid of you and throw you off when you're riding it?
Crops are best used just to lightly tap on the left or right flank of the horse, and aren't universally used with all forms of riding. You'll mainly see crops used with English riding, and they're just tools for communicating with the horse without needing to speak.
-There's only one way to ride a horse.
Not. At. All. At most teaching ranches, you'll get two options: Western, or English, because they tend to be the most popular for shows and also the most common to find equipment for. English riding uses a thinner, smaller saddle, narrower stirrups, and much thinner bridles. I, personally, didn't like English style riding because I never felt very stable in such a thin saddle with such small stirrups, and didn't start learning until my mid teens. English style riding tends to focus more on your posture and deportment in the saddle, and your ability to show off your stability and apparent immovability on the horse. It was generally just a bit too stiff and formal for me.
Western style riding utilizes heavier bridles, bigger saddles (with the iconic horn on the front), and broader stirrups. Like its name may suggest, Western riding is more about figuring out how to be steady in the saddle while going fast and being mobile with your upper body. Western style riding is generally the style preferred for working-type shows, such as horseback archery, gunning, barrel racing, and even rodeo riding.
-Wealthy horse owners have no relationship with their horses.
This is loosely untrue, but I've seen cases where it is. Basically, horses need to feel like they're working for someone that matters to them in order to behave well with a rider and not get impatient or bored. While it's common for people to board horses at off-property ranches (boarding ranches) for cost and space purposes, it's been historically the truth that having help is usually necessary with horses at some point. What matters is who spends the most time with the animal treating it like a living being, rather than a mode of transport or a tool. There's no harm in stable hands handling the daily upkeep; hay bales and water buckets are heavy, and we're there to profit off the labor you don't want or have the time to do. You get up early to go to work; we get up early to look after your horses. Good owners/boarders visit often and spend as much of their spare time as they can with spending quality work and playtime with their horses. Otherwise, the horses look to the stable hands for emotional support and care.
So, maybe you're writing a knight that doesn't really care much for looking after his horse, but his squire is really dedicated to keeping up with it? There's a better chance of the horse having a more affectionate relationship with the squire thanks to the time the squire spends on looking after it, while the horse is more likely to tolerate the knight that owns it as being a source of discipline if it misbehaves. That doesn't mean the knight is its favorite person. When it comes to horses, their love must be earned, and you can only earn it by spending time with them hands-on.
-Horses can graze anywhere without concern.
This is a mistake that results in a lot of premature deaths! A big part of the cost of owning a horse - even before you buy one - is having the property that will be its pasture assessed for poisonous plants, and having those plants removed from being within the animal's reach. This is an essential part of farm upkeep every year, because horses really can't tell what's toxic and what isn't. One of the reasons it's essential to secure a horse when you aren't riding it is to ensure it only has a very limited range to graze on, and it's your responsibility as the owner/rider to know how to identify dangerous plants and keep your horses away from them.
There's probably more. AMA in my askbox if you have any questions, but that's all for now. Happy writing.
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Keep believing you can make a difference
The hope we had at the beginning for humanity is gone.
The joy we had at the beginning because finally the Western world understood what was happening in Gaza for years...gone
Any respect we had for the modern world? A joke.
Any respect I had for Egypt and Arabs? Replaced by so much shame, I no longer will defend them.
The only hope we have left is Allah and ourselves.
Keep praying. Keep posting. Keep boycotting. And if you can, start your own revolution.
If you live in a country that won't take you to jail for it, make a stand. Take a walk with a sign. Raise your voice in a conference.
Boycotting works!
In Egypt, it was the least we can do. And the changes were insane. McDonald's was throwing statements left and right about how the branches in Egypt had nothing to do with supporting Israel. Their sales still plummeted by 70% ! Their branches are virtually empty except from tourists.
Pepsi ? They had to rebrand by multiple different names to foul people into buying! And Coca-Cola is worse.
Small businesses went up by 300% in profits. A local soda producer that replaced Pepsi had to even go in public and ask the people to wait because he can't keep up with the demand.
That's boycotting. A small dent in the system, but still a difference. McDonald's in Jordan promised to send donations to Palestine. Others simply stopped supporting Israel in public.
I believe we need a more aggressive way of protesting. I don't mean violence. Just something to shake the system more... vigorously?
Do what you can. Please. Children's lives depend on it.
Stand on the right side of history. Find something to answer Allah on judgment day
#palestine#free palestine#gaza#free gaza#israel#palestinian lives matter#social justice#jerusalem#genocide in gaza#save palestine#human rights
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⤷❝The Study | Coriolanus Snow❞ˎˊ-
⇢☾Warning: NSFW | riding, toxic relationship, arranged marriage, mentions of cheating (no actual cheating occurs), riding, dom sub undertones, degradation (he calls you a slut once), hair pulling, edging if you squint, crying, pinv sex, unprotected sex (wrap it dumbfucks), creampie, dry humping, clothed sex (you were still wearing a dress) | lmk if I forgot anything!
⇢☾Pairing: young president! Coriolanus Snow x fem! Reader
⇢☾Summary: A video of you flirting with an elitist goes viral and Snow calls you to his study to confront you about it and it ends up in sexy times ;)
⇢☾A/N: btw for those who doesn't get why Snow asked reader to mark him, it's to show the Capitol that despite rumors, they are actually very close. And uhmm I hope you guys like this!
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The marriage was a facade, a show for the Capitol that the president didn't stand alone. The people in the manor were the only people who knew how fake the marriage was. Some of the elite of the Capitol could also tell. People can fake everything but not love, never love.
You learned early on Snow wasn't capable of love. A lover wouldn't do half of the atrocities Snow committed as he got to power but he had never done anything to you. You didn't exist for him in the manor and he was always respectful when you were by his side.
It was manageable, the life you had, nobody could mistreat you, not as the First Lady of Panem. However mistreatment and flirting are very different things, and the people of Capitol aren't a stranger to wandering hands and lustful eyes.
You didn't think Coriolanus would mind that you sometimes let the hands linger. That you would bask in the attention you were so deprived of from your husband. You were proven wrong as a video of you and an elitist was going viral all over the Capitol.
You didn't cheat on Snow, but you were too close to the stranger. His hand on your waist and your smile too wide. Cheating or not, it wasn't any less inappropriate.
A remainder by your servant made you walk to the study in which Snow spent most of his time. You were wearing a knee-length white dress, something that clings to your curves. It was a desperate, pathetic attempt to distract Snow. A part of you knew it wouldn't work and would make your mistake more obvious but it was an attempt better than none.
You knocked at the door and you could hear him say come in. So you did. Your hands are behind your back, and your eyes look at the floor like it's the most interesting thing in the world.
“Do you know what you have done?” He asked, you still couldn't look up to meet his gaze. Your fingers fumble behind your back as you bite your inner cheek. You give him a nod.
“And what have you done?” He questioned, his voice like the calm before the storm. “I created unnecessary gossip that isn't good for your reputation,” you mummer.
“What else?” He said, his tone suspicious and waiting for the confirmation. That's when you look up at the most beautiful demon you have ever seen. He looked all glorious with his suit and hair slicked back. “I didn't cheat,” you said, firmly, your eyes fierce and reflecting the truth of your words.
When Snow didn't reply, you insisted again, “I. Didn't. Cheat. It's a line I will never cross, Coriolanus.” Again, he didn't say anything, instead, his gaze went up and down your body, his expression unreadable. You flushed from his stare, not sure if wearing this dress was the right move after all. The man had always surrounded himself with those stupid white roses and this was the symbol that you had noticed.
“Come and sit.” You begin to walk towards the chair only to be interrupted by his words, “No, not there, in my lap.” You freeze from his words, but your brain tells you to obey his every word.
You make your way to him, your heels clicking against the marble floor. Your hands are sweaty and your heart is in your throat. You reach him before you straddle him without a word being uttered. Your dress hitching up to your thighs. Your hands around his shoulders as you wait for further instructions from your husband.
“What do you think we should do to make the rumors go away?” He asked, his voice deep and so seductive. You weren't even sure he realized the effect his voice had on you. You let out a small gasp when his hands held your hips, cementing your place in his lap.
His hands were warm and perhaps maybe it was biased but you thought they would be ice cold. Instead, his palm laminated heat against the thin fiber of your dress making your skin warm. Your former flush turns into a deeper shade of red.
“We could…” you couldn't focus, how could you when he was touching you like this? When he was so close. He was never this close to you before. Ever. His touch reminded you of the fact that despite everything he is a man and your husband at that. A demon in human flesh.
“We could do more PR,” you mumbled. He raised an eyebrow at the suggestion. “I mean if we do it right, I am sure it will work,” you fumbled. He gives you a nod.
“Take off my shirt,” he demanded. Your eyes widen and you hesitate. “Do it or I’ll make you.” he threatened and you know not to take his words lightly. With shaky fingers, you unbutton his shirt. The process was slow, meticulously slow. His toned physique comes into complete view, making your breath hitch. Fuck, he was a Greek God of tragedy and sin.
“Mark me up,” he said, his tone emotionless. “What?” you questioned, surprised. “You think you’re acting innocent?” he sneered, “You heard what I said, my wife. It's because of your suggestion. Mark. Me. Up.”
You swallow down your nervousness and bring your lips forward to his cheek. You pressed a soft kiss there and felt him tense underneath you. You drag your lips to his jaw and nip the skin, the tip of your tongue soothing the small teeth mark as he lets out a grunt. It was music to you. A masterpiece of symphony and you needed more, so much more. Snow had you deprived for months and it's time to take.
Your lips continue to nip at his jaw, placing sloppy wet kisses as his breaths get heavy. You moved down to his neck, a moan leaving your lips as you attacked his skin with your teeth. Sucking onto his pulse point and moaning when the salty taste of his skin hits your taste buds. Your hand goes to his neck, tilting his head to give you more access. All the while he lets out quite controlled sounds. You licked his Adam's apple before wrapping your mouth around it to suck a purple bruise. Marking him up just as he wanted.
His hand on your waist gave you a firm squeeze which made you bite harder and made him hiss. You lean back panting, as you admire your artwork of teeth marks and red love bites. You pressed down into him and moaned as his hard bulge pressed right against your clothed cunt. Your panties were soaked by now. “Snow,” you whimper.
“Corio, call me Corio” he whispered. His eyes briefly turned to a white bouquet of roses before he met your gaze. You didn't think much of it and whispered, “Corio.”
“Corio,” you tried the name again on your tongue and watched his eyes darken. You leaned in, your lips brushing against his. “Let me kiss you. Let me make you my husband, please,” you whispered.
You waited for a verbal answer but all you got was another squeeze on your waist. You were desperate enough to take what you could get. You started by grinding against his bulge. The juices that made your panties soaked are now ruining his pants.
You let out a breathless moan as you gained delicious friction against your pussy but it wasn't enough. There's no hell and heaven for which this would be enough. You crashed your lips to his. The kiss was all carnage and desire. Uncoordinated, something so unlike Snow Corio that it made you moan into his mouth. Your hands are in his hair, pulling him closer. Your lips glide against each other perfectly. His tongue took over your mouth, not leaving any place unexplored, untouched by him.
You break the kiss with a gasp. Your hand going towards his pants to unzip. The motion stopped as Corio held your wrist and you looked up at him. “You’re my wife, you're my right,” he said, “but do you deserve it?”
It was more than a question, it was a promise waiting to be made, a bond waiting to be sealed. “I…” you begin to speak, you meet his eyes, sea blue you wanted to drown in, “Never again, Sn- Corio. Never again.” “Please,” you added for extra measure. You had his taste already, no one else could ever compare. He had to know that too because he gave you a sharp nod.
You get up from his lap, taking off your panties first, not bothering with the dress. You knew he liked it now, more than you thought so he would. You find your rightful place in his lap again, his pants and boxers past his knees.
His cock was hard and twitching, the length had an angry tip with its slit profusely leaking pre-cum. It looked painful and it was because of you. You. You wondered if you had power over him now for a brief second but you shake your head clear of these thoughts.
Instead, you catch his lips again, the kiss slower this time. You raise yourself a bit so his cock can align itself to your entrance. Your dress is raised to help you. Even if his cock was on the girthy side with veins on the underside of his cock. You knew your pussy would stretch around him, that your walls would be a splendid fit around his length. You were too impatient for any sort of foreplay, you wanted the stretch, you wanted him to make you dizzy with his cock splitting you apart.
You let out a whimper as you began to sink onto his cock, your eyes flicked to him and his eyes were zeroed down to the place you both were connected now. His hands are on either side of your hip, guiding you down on his length. It was after his cock was fully stuffed in you, that his self-control allowed him to let out a groan.
“I respected you like a lady but sluts don't deserve respect,” he said, his lips parted as he let out a heavy pant. You let out a whimper, your mind hazy as your cunt tries to get used to his length. “I.. am sorry,” you whine, how many times do you need to repeat? When will he be satisfied with your apology?
“Prove it,” he said with a smirk, “Prove that you deserve to be my wife and the First Lady of Panem.”
You follow Corios’ command. Your hands are on his shoulders to support yourself. Your fingers fist his shirt as you begin to ride him. Raising yourself a few inches before slamming down on his cock with a loud moan escaping your lips. He reached the deepest spot inside of you like this. His cockhead grazing your spongy spot as you fucking yourself on his cock. Your arousal and his pre-cum being smeared all over your thighs.
The sight made his breath hitch, something you didn't notice as you were too busy with your eyes closed and taking his cock like a good wife. You looked completely debauched like this, your hair wild, your lips red and swollen, your hands digging into his shoulder. Your nipples are hard and obvious through the white dress.
He wasn't supposed to lose control, this was happening for a reason. No matter how many deem him God or devil in the end he was a man. And no man is perfect. He pulled you closer to him. One of his hands is on your back, pressing you to him. Another of his hands in your hair, tugging the strands without a care about how rough he is being. It makes you moan, your head on his chest now. His hips raise upwards to fuck you as he now lets out more vocal sounds of enjoyment.
His pace was slower than yours. Each thrust of his was made for his indulgence in your velvet walls. The drag of his cock was perfect, his speed however was making you feel insane. You needed him, faster, harder. Used would be a much more correct term. You wanted to be used by your husband. And right now, you were but it wasn't enough.
You let out mewls and whines to make him break his languid pace but Corio gives you no mind. His fingers interlanged in your locks, his hand still pressing you in and his strength made it so you couldn't take control. He was drunk in the pleasure your pussy gave, his head resting on his headrest, his lips parted to let out a grunt with every thrust.
You weren't a person for him, not right now, a fleshlight perhaps. It didn't matter what you felt, it mattered what Snow felt. Snow felt amazing, he felt stupid for denying himself this for months on end. He would never make the same mistake again.
Time passes and you don't know how long Corio has you like this, your nerves raw as your pussy impossibly sensitive. Tears were falling from your eyes and staining his shirt but moans slipped your lips every time he pushed in again.
“Corio, please,” you try to plead, raising your head to look at him. “Please, please can't anymore.” He turns his head to you, his fingers that you seemed to have forgotten were in your hair tugging your strands roughly.
That was it. You gasp out as the pain becomes a trigger to make you cum on his cock, your pussy tightening around his cock like a vice as the orgasm washes over your body. It was intense and you had snapped. “Sorry! Sorry!” You begin to sob, “I won't ever look at a man that's not you! Sn- Corio please!”
His languid thrust had sped up, his arms caging you to his chest. The last thing you heard before he spilled his seed inside of you was, “Snow lands on top.”
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