#she can't feel like she did too shabby really
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totally unserious take on a chaggie wedding XD inspired by @tiny-feisty-gay's glorious idea of carmilla giving vaggie away XD XD
Carmilla: "....."
Vaggie: (dressed to get hitched) (half way out a window)
Carmilla: "...am I interrupting?"
Vaggie: "Miss Carmine, uh- No, I was just. Gonna get some air..."
Carmilla: "Two minutes before your wedding."
Vaggie: "That's- that's why I need the air."
Carmilla: "And when you don't return from your 'air getting', what exactly would you like me to say to your heartbroken bride?"
Vaggie: ".... I..."
Carmilla: "Come along." (hooks vaggie by the arm and pulls her casually away from the window) "You can explain it all to me on the way."
Vaggie: "The way- the- the way WHERE?"
Carmilla: "To the wedding arch, where your reformed snake man is waiting to officiate your vows with the princess of hell." (lifts eyebrow) "I did you both a rather large favor by helping your fight against heaven. I am calling in that favor now, and you will allow me to walk you down the aisle."
Vaggie: "Oh no."
Carmilla: "Oh yes."
Vaggie: "Wait." (digging in her heels) (getting dragged anyway) "Wait!"
Carmilla: "Why should I."
Vaggie: "The wedding- I can't."
Carmilla: "Then face her and tell her so."
Vaggie: "That’s not what-"
Carmilla: "Did you ask her to be here today?"
Vaggie: "W-we asked each other..."
Carmilla: "So you at least owe her that much. You can say whatever you like once you reach the arch, but you should at least meet her there. Don't you think?"
Vaggie: "..."
Vaggie: "You're right." (squares shoulders) "You're right- I should. And. I've been practicing the vows for weeks. I should just. Say them."
Carmilla: "Good." (at the doors) "Ready?"
Vaggie: (breathes out) "...ready."
Carmilla: (walks them out the doors and towards the aisle)
Vaggie: "-im not ready im not ready."
Carmilla: "Too late."
Vaggie: (whisper yelling) "Turn left! Left! Left left left!"
Carmilla: "No."
Vaggie: "Miss Carmine- please-"
Carmilla: "No.” (effortless marches vaggie forward) “If you didn't want me interfering with your life then you shouldn't have come asking me for help in the first place."
Vaggie: "I ASKED? I only asked you to teach me how to kill angels!"
Carmilla: "And I only agreed to teach you when you said you were looking to protect those you love. Now I have another lesson for you."
Vaggie: "This isn't the time-"
Carmilla: "Hush. You need to kill the angel in your head."
Vaggie: "The what?"
Carmilla: "The voice screaming at your about worthiness instead of love- kill it. Kill it before it breaks the heart of the woman that you love."
Vaggie: "How can I- but it's not wrong. And it's, me."
Carmilla: "And you are the one she asked to be here. Look. She's waiting for you."
Vaggie: "Charlie..."
Vaggie: “……”
Vaggie: "....she's loves people, e-even when they don't deserve it."
Carmilla: "Your entire hotel is built on proving that a lie. Are you willing to fight for her or not?"
Vaggie: "Yes! With my life, no matter what-"
Carmilla: "Then fight for her. Fight yourself, for her, or you will be the one to hurt her."
Vaggie: "....what if I lose? What I.. if she..."
Carmilla: "You can't be ready to fight a battle if you're not ready to risk losing it. Is her happiness worth that risk to you?"
Vaggie: "More than anything."
Carmilla: (as they reach the arch) (whispering) "Then you are ready."
At the arch
Charlie: "VAGGIE!” (grinning) “H-hi!!!"
Vaggie: (smiling) (melting) "Hey, sweetie." (hesitates) "…one second?"
Charlie: "? Okay!!!!!!"
Vaggie: (turns to Carmilla) "Can I hug you."
Carmilla: "You may."
Vaggie: (hugs her stiffly) "Thank you."
Charlie: (also quickly hugging them both) “I don’t know why exactly but thank you so much too!” (backs off again) "Sorry!"
Carmilla: (smiling) (hugs vaggie back warmly) "Enough.” (pushing away) “Go, now. Fight."
Vaggie: "I will.”
Vaggie: (turning to Charlie) (taking her hands) "I always will."
Charlie: (grinning) “With me? As partners?”
Vaggie: “And for you. For as long as you want, and longer. You’ve-” (voice breaks) “… you’ve been stuck with me for while already, Charlie Morningstar.”
Charlie: (tearing up) “So’ve you. And I will too. Um.” (blinking hard) “Vaggie… Morningstar?”
Vaggie: (choked laugh) “Getting ahead of the ceremony, babe, but yeah. Almost.”
Charlie: “Okay.” (sniffling) (Smiling) “Then- oh, thanks Razzle. Uh.” (at vaggie) “Gimme one sec?”
Vaggie: “Take as many as you want, it’s our ceremony after all.”
Charlie: “R-right.” (quickly dabs at eyes with handkerchief Razzle gave her before handing it back) “Then, um, that’s enough ceremony for me, to be honest. You’re enough- you’re all I wanted out of this whole wedding thing anyway, Vaggie.”
Vaggie: “…yeah?”
Charlie: “Yes.”
Vaggie: “Same. I- yeah… you..” (clears throat) “Same here.”
Charlie: “Yeah..?”
Vaggie: “Yes.”
Sir Pentious: “Awwwww.”
Sir Pentious: “…..ah.”
Sir Pentious: (shuffling note cards) “Ah, ahhh… errhm… wasss that, in the vowsss?”
Charlie: (giggling) “Well it is now~”
Vaggie: “Whoops.”
Sir Pentious: “Ah, my apologiessss !” (shuffling frantically) “I- I musssst have missssed, the update- ah, errr-”
Charlie: (laughing) “You didn’t miss anything, Pen, don’t worry!”
Vaggie: “Go ahead Pentious.” (squeezes Charlie’s hands) “We’re ready.”
Charlie: “Heh.” (squeezes back) “We.” (still kinda crying)
Sir Pentious: “Oh yess! Hmmm.”
Sir Pentious: (stares at disorganized notes)
Sir Pentious: “Dearly damned and other demons, sinners, winners, whatevers! We are gathered here today to…! To….” (flips card) “…to kiss- the, ah… brides?”
Angel Dust: “What, kiss them? ALL of us assholes? That’ll take a bit.” (ginning) “Hold onto ya lips, toots!”
Husk: “Pass.”
Alastor: “I must most strenuously decline, ha ha~!”
Niffty: “KISS THE BRIDES! KISS THE BRIDES!” (giggling)“Your death swift would be SWIFT and BRUTAL! And go GREAT with the decorations!”
Cherri: (cackling) (hollering) “You better not, Penny, you’d better not!”
Sir Pentious: “N-NO CHERRI I SSSSWEAR I WOULD NEVER-!”
Sir Pentious: “Oh… ah…”
Sir Pentius: “…they sssseem to be preoccupied with each other, in any case… erm.”
Sir Pentious: “Congratulassshtionsss?”
Charggie: (thumbs up) (still kinda kissing) (still kinda laughing and crying too)
meanwhile
Lucifer in the background: (HOWLING TEARS OF JOY INTO HIS HAT)
Ozzie: (same situation but with Fizzie instead of a hat)
Carmilla: (stiffly but sympathetically patting them both on the head)
Clara & Odette: (waving a pair of lesbian and bisexual flags & holding up a 10/10 score card respectively)
Clara: “…”
Clara: “…what about the rings?”
KeeKee: (walks over) (WRETCHES) (licks paw) (walks off)
Clara & Odette: (stare blankly)
Clara: “…… did the demon cat just cough up their wedding bands.”
Odette: “Apparently.”
Clara: “Aww. That’s really gross.”
Odette: “Don’t be homophobic at the gay wedding, Clara.”
Clara: “I’d never be homophobic at OUR sister’s marriage, Oddy.” (elbows her) “You know what this means?”
Odette: “Finally you are not my default favorite sister. I have to actively choose you, and the privilege can be revoked.”
Clara: “And mom can’t guilt us about wanting to walk a daughter down the aisle anymore.”
Odette: “….”
Odettte: (revises her score cards to say 100/10 instead)
#hazbin hotel#chaggie#charlie morningstar#vaggie#carmilla carmine#sir pentious#clara carmine#odette carmine#the hotel crew#incorrect quotes#silly fluff#mom carmilla WILL walk a daughter down the aisle at said daughter's wedding EVEN if she has to adopt another one to do it#imagine charlie trying to plan the most PERFECT WEDDING EVER#and then the moment she sees vaggie she's like#Fuck All That#i wanna skip it and kiss my wife~<3#vaggie saying later the hardest fight of her life was her wedding day-#but she got a wife and a mom#two sisters and a dad out of it so#she can't feel like she did too shabby really
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sights | James Potter x Reader
Pairing: James Potter x Reader
Word Count: 5.9 k
Warnings: Smut, oral (Female and Male receiving), P in V, lots of praise, consent is sexy, lusty!James, he literally can't take his eyes off you.
Prompt: Inspired by the sense of sight, this fic tells the story of James Potter's first birthday as your boyfriend, and the secret gift you prepared for him a the end of the night.
sights is part of The Five Senses: an anthology series where each chapter will be a stand alone story, inspired by the different ways we have of perceiving the world around us.
18+ readers only (smut under the cut)
James Potter gives the meanest cuddles. He always did. In the mornings you slept over, he wouldn’t want to let go of you, and at night time, when he would pretty much manhandle you until you were atop of him and held you tight between his strong arms as he rubbed soft circles on your back, under your shirt. He’d slowly find the hem of whatever shirt you wore, and pull it just enough to be able to slide his warm hand inside, he absolutely loved the feeling of your skin, how soft it was, how warm it was. He also loved how small you were in comparison to him, how he could warp his arms around you, and how you’d playfully push on him, but never really aimed to get out of his grasp. He loved the smell of your hair and the taste of your lips. He’d been bewitched, and he couldn’t help it.
When you said you’d date him, after his last birthday party, he’d gone static, didn’t even sleep that night, just because he was thinking of how he’d get to give you a soft kiss in the morning once you two met at the common room. And he’d been the most devoted boyfriend you’d ever seen. The boys would always tease him about it, about how you’d get tired of his antics and date a normal boy instead, one who wasn’t eyeing you like a simp while in class, that wouldn’t send you love letters even if you lived almost across the other, Sirius once even joked you’d leave James for him since he was more handsome. The way you laughed after he said that had offended him so much he didn’t talk to you for a week. But what the boys didn’t know, was that you secretly loved all of James’ quirks, the way he’d hold your hands, the little notes he left, the way whenever he went to Honeydukes he’d bring back your favourite candy. No matter how you looked at it, James Potter was the best boyfriend in the world. And you wanted to be the best girlfriend too, so when his birthday and your first anniversary rolled around, you knew you wanted to make it the most special birthday of his entire life.
Spring was just around the corner when Marlene and you sat over the common room couch browsing over some lingerie catalogues she’d gotten from her elder cousin. “This one’s nice,” she told you, pointing at a light green set.
“Mhm…” you said with a nod, even if you weren’t convinced “It’s more your style thought, isn’t it?”
Marlene shrugged “I guess… but I’m sure your golden boy would lust over you in it.”
To be fair, James Potter would lust over you in shabby old cotton undies and a simple bra, heck he’d probably lust over you in a sack of potatoes if you allowed him to, but you wanted the day to be extra special, it had to be extra special. So you kept flipping through the pages along with Marlene, there were many beautiful sets, there was a light pink one that would look insane on Lily, so you and Marlene decided to get it for her together, half as a joke, half because you both genuinely thought it’d look incredible on her. There was a light blue one you decided to get for yourself, even if it was not the one you were looking for, there was a green and gold set you were tempted to get as well, but convinced yourself it was not what you were looking for and moved on, Marlene decided to get that one. You were almost tired of flipping through the pages and not finding what you wanted when Marlene gently flipped over one and you gasped “That’s it!”
It was a black little set, with enough layers to make James go crazy by unwrapping you. It had a black lacy bra and matching panties, the bra was sure to make your boobs look incredible with the new push-up technology the magazine claimed it had. But the set did not stop there, it came with a delicate bodysuit, also made out of lace, that would match perfectly with the bra and undies. The set was perfect.
“What’s it?” You heard James ask from the portrait as he spotted you, he was coming from a reunion with the rest of the prefects, his hair messy and beautiful as always.
“Fuck,” you whispered as you hid the magazine in the folds of the sofa, which made James raise one of his eyebrows.
“What were you looking at luv?” He asked with a teasing smile on his face.
Marlene was about to say something clever to cover for you both, but you got ahead of her “p*rn.” Marlene deadpanned over at you, and you gave her an apologetic smile.
“Really?” James teased, “May I see?”
He approached the two of you from behind and you kneeled on the sofa to face him, and to make it harder for him to just grab a hold of the magazine “Of course not James, you wouldn’t like it.”
“Come on…”
“They’re not your type of men.”
“How would you know my type in men?” He pressed, half-jokingly.
You thought about it for a minute, and simply said “Regulus.”
“What?” He asked confused.
“Your type in men, it’d be Regulus. Sirius’ little bother.”
The set of expressions he made afterwards was priceless. At first, he raised one of his fingers to object, and just when he was about to say something, he shut his mouth with a small little frown, after a couple seconds more he rose his eyebrows and nodded, agreeing with your statement “Maybe he would.”
You smiled “See? (Y/N) knows best.”
“You’re really not showing me are you?”
You shook your head with a smile “Not apt for your beautiful eyes, sorry.”
“Can I at least get a kiss?” He asked leaning in closer to you.
You smiled, and leaned in to give him a quick little peck on the lips “You can always,” you told him with a smile.
“Ugh, get a room you two,” Marlene said throwing a pillow towards your faces, that caused the two of you to laugh, and just to spite her even more, you pulled James for another kiss.
“Don’t you have your extracurricular now?” He groaned in response. That was a yes. “Off you go then.” He leaned his forehead on yours for a moment, before nodding to go.
“See you later luv.” He said as he approached the portrait again “Marlene.” He waved at her and once he was finally outside you let yourself lay on the couch, pulling out the now slightly crumbled magazine.
“That was close.”
“No shit Sherlock! P*rn?!” She said with raised eyebrows.
“I was caught off guard!”
“Yeah, but that’s the worst excuse I’ve heard in my life.”
“Well, I think he bought it.”
“Yeah silly, that’s exactly my problem. Next time I see him he’ll be pestering me about showing you dirty stuff. And he’ll probably ask what type of men you were looking at.”
You shrugged “Just say it was mine.”
She rose an eyebrow “You really have no shame?”
You were already opening the magazine again, looking at the set you were going to order “Whatever he thinks won’t matter, he’ll forget all about it on his birthday.” You said with a mischievous grin. Marlene leaned over the magazine to look at the set you were looking at.
“He most definitely will.” She agreed after looking at the page.
On the morning of the 27th, you set out to take a long bath, taking a self-care session by using all the different potions you and the girls had created together. By the time you came out of the bathroom, you were glowing. Even Mary whistled as she saw you walking out with a towel, as you looked for your uniform.
“You already have it on?” Asked Marlene.
“Have what on?” Asked Lily, looking up from her book.
“James’ gift,” Marlene said with a smirk.
“James’ gift, huh?” Lily said with a knowing smile.
You shook your head “Not yet, I’ll put it on before the party.”
“That didn’t stop you from lathering yourself with potions, did it?” Mary teased.
“I have to make myself desirable, don’t I?”
“Not to the point it’ll torture for him,” Mary said as she saw you pick your shortest skirt.
Marlene shook her head “Nah, I’m with (Y/N), let Potter suffer for a couple of hours,” She said before grabbing one of her uniform shirts and passing it over “This one should be tighter.” You rose your eyebrows, but nodded, putting it on. It wasn’t super tight, but you used to wear rather loose school uniforms anyway. You fastened your tie and went to grab your vest, but Marlene grabbed your hand and shook her head, “Skip that today.”
“But the prefects will deduct points from me for not wearing my uniform correctly.”
Lily shook her head “It’s already spring,” she said “You’ll get away with it, just put on your robes on top, and say you took it off because it was hot if anyone says anything.” You rose an eyebrow at her and she shrugged in response “You’re the one that wants to look desirable.”
“You’re the best, you knew that, right?” You told her with a smile.
She smirked in return “So I’ve been told.”
The first time James saw you that day it wasn’t in the common room like you expected, but in the Great Hall. He spotted you first and had to do a double take because you looked charming, even more so than normal. He wasn’t sure what it was, you certainly hadn’t gotten a haircut, or styled, but something about you was just, radiant, you looked absolutely radiant.
When you finally spotted him, he was still short-circuiting over how stunning his girlfriend looked. From the curve of your hips, and your smooth legs, to how soft your hair looked. You, in turn, were also drooling over how handsome he looked in his quidditch sweater, the same sweater that gently stretched over his thick muscles. Once you finally reached the table where he sat with the boys, you wrapped your arms over his shoulders and planted a soft kiss on his cheeks before letting your head fall next to his “Happy Birthday Bambi!” You told him and proceeded to lather his face with soft kisses.
By then, Remus who had been sitting next to him, moved to the side so you could take a seat next to James. You smiled, and only after you’d given James at least a kiss for every year of his life, you took the seat in the space they’d left for you.
James was smiling from ear to ear by the time you sat beside him, and leaned in to give you a kiss on the cheek before going back to his food. You’d already planned the entire day, Remus, thank Merlin for his kind soul, had convinced the boys to sleep in the common room so you and James could have the room for the night. Sirius, the wingman he was, had gotten a hold of some special potions so you and James didn’t have to worry about any accidents. Together you’d made sure to prepare the perfect party for James, there would be music, dancing, fireworks, and then, there would be you.
Peter had taken care of most of the party preparations, he’d already invited all of James’ friends and had also convinced the elves of the kitchen to prepare some snacks. He had been the one to find the kitchens back in first year and he’d always been really good at convincing the elves to cook stuff for him. In the middle of breakfast, you all eyed each other, once the girls were downstairs and most of your friends were on the table, Sirius made a little signal for you, and you took out the small party blower you’d enchanted to be 10 times as loud. The moment you blew on it, the entire room went silent. And after taking a deep breath, your entire table started singing Happy Birthday. Eventually, people that knew Potter from other tables started singing, and even some of the newer kids joined in too. At some point, most of the classroom hall was singing for James, and once the song was over everyone clapped, James, being head boy, quidditch captain and pretty much the golden Gryffindor boy, was liked by almost the entire school, and it showed.
Sirius had been tasked to distract James, so while you ran around the common room making sure everything was ready, he was flying around the quidditch pitch with your boyfriend. To be fair, you were jealous, but last year you’d been the one to distract him, and that’s how the two of you had ended up all over each other on the bleachers. And you were pretty sure James would want to repeat it, so you decided it was best to let someone else distract him and save the gift for the night.
“The fireworks have been placed, right?” Remus asked as he walked closer to you.
You nodded in response “In position, I’ve also got the mix tape Sirius made ready on the music player.”
Remus smiled “You should stay and help with preparations more often, you’re great at it.”
You smiled “Promise I’ll help prepare your party then.”
“They’re coming!” You heard Peter say as ran inside the common room.
You smiled and went to your hiding spot, along with everyone else, when James came inside, everyone jumped from their places and shouted “Happy Birthday James!” Your boyfriend had a massive smile on his face, as the people who hadn’t already congratulated him piled around him to fill him with hugs and celebrations over his existence. You smiled too, seeing James so happy was absolutely contagious. Especially with the war and the serious things had gotten, it was nice to see him completely forget about it, even if it was just for a day.
As you were grabbing onto a glass of whatever alcoholic beverage the boys had managed to smuggle inside the castle, you felt James hug you from behind, wrapping his strong arms around you and laying his head over your shoulder “Why’ve you been so far away?” he asked with a pout.
“What do you mean James? I’ve been right here.”
“Yeah, here, not next to your boyfriend, where you should be.” You laughed and turned around to look at him instead, he placed his hands over your hips and started playing with the top hem of your skirt “I was kinda bummed it wasn’t you flying with me today.”
“Awww… Jammie, I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” You said as you played with his hair.
“When?”
You smiled mischievously, “How does later tonight sound?”
James rose his eyebrows, he’d wanted to claim you the moment he saw you in the Great Hall, and the restraint it took him not to push you over the small table with all the refreshments right then was remarkable.
“Come on,” You told him when you noticed his pupils were blown out, “We still have some party left to enjoy,” You winked, before pulling him to the little area where all of his friends were hanging out.
You all talked for a while, until it was time for dancing, and Sirius walked towards the stereo, switching the background music to some of the more danceable tunes. You smiled and went straight to dancing with Mary, James was still sitting on the sofa, talking to Remus, when you decided you wanted to torture him, even if it was just a little bit and started swaying your hips for him to notice. At first, he’d been too distracted, but eventually, he did see you, and once he did, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop. Your ass looked incredible in that outfit.
“Mate, you’re staring at her ass,” Remus informed, which had James snap from his trance.
“No, I–”
“–No shame for it,” Remus said raising both of his hands “Just don’t make it so blatantly obvious, people will think you’re a perцert.”
James sighed and placed his hands over his head as he leaned back over the sofa, and just as he wasn’t looking you went straight to the sofa and sat on his lap.
He almost jumped in surprise, but quickly managed to smell it was just you. And he pulled you in closer “Tired of dancing so much?” He mumbled.
You shook your head “Came to drag you to dance with me, actually.” You told him with a smile.
“I’m not sure I want to-“ He started but shut up the moment you rolled your hips against his lap.
“Promise I’ll make it worth it.” You whispered, Remus heard it anyway and snickered before standing up and finding someplace else.
“Baby, now I can’t even stand up,” James said with a frown, he’d gotten a semi-hard. And just to tease him, you rolled your hips again, which had him tightening his grip on your waist. “Let’s just walk upstairs and have a quickie before-“ You rolled your hips again “-fuck (Y/N), you can’t just do that!” he pretty much groaned.
You smiled when you felt how hard he was, dick pressing to your ass the way you liked it, you wondered how it would feel to have James on that particular sofa, but shook your thoughts away, maybe on a different day. “Sorry Jemmie, we can’t do quickies today,” You said with a shrug and stood up. He didn’t even have enough time to drag you back down on him and had to grab a pillow to cover himself up instead. He narrowed his eyes at you as you smiled at him from the dance floor, still beckoning for him to come dance. He gave you a look, nodding down to the pillow and you giggled, shrugging with a smile and joining Marlene and Mary on the dance floor.
“Girl, your boyfriend may explode if you continue to treat him like that,” said Marlene.
You shook your head “Nah, he likes it,” you told her, turning to James with a little wink, before turning back to your friend.
The fireworks came about an hour later, and people were starting to leave the Gryffindor common room, going back to their own houses or to their rooms. There was a couple making out on one of the sofas and someone passed out on the couch. And as more and more people left, you couldn’t help but feel excited about your own little party upstairs.
James came towards you, a little desperate as you stood near the window, looking at the night sky, and the smoke residue the fireworks had left. “Can we please go upstairs now? Before the boys want to get to sleep, I’m sure we can have at least a bit of fun,” he pretty much begged.
You smiled, “I was waiting for you to ask,” you responded as you reached for his hand, omitting the fact that he didn’t have to worry about the boys walking upstairs on that particular night.
The moment James closed the door he had you pinned against it, his leg finding its way between yours as he kissed you desperately. You let him, there was something about the rush mixed with the possibility of getting caught that always turned James on. When he started to pull on your shirt, to slide his hands underneath, he seemed puzzled since he didn’t find skin, but lace instead. That's when you stopped him, placing both hands on his shoulders softly, which pulled an even more confused look out of him.
“No need to rush darling,” you told him with a smirk “I’ve made arrangements, the boys will not sleep here today.”
James pulled a diverted smile “Arrangements, huh?”
You nodded, the playful expression being mirrored in your face, leaning into him to whisper in a low tone “We’ve got all night.”
“And the… uhm–“ he cleared his throat “the lace?”
You smiled again, “Your birthday gift,” you told him matter-of-factly “wanna unwrap it?” You offered, almost casually, which had James’ head rolling with the dizziness that came along with the excitement. You gently pulled his arm and moved the two of you towards the bed, having him sit on it, before straddling him and going back to press your lips against his own, separating only to kiss his neck instead as he finally started to unbutton your shirt.
James was not in a rush anymore, in fact, he was taking his sweet time with the buttons, as if discovering what the lacy thing under the shirt was something that he should relish on, rather than rush to. Finally, when his hand undid the final button he gently pulled your arms from his shoulders so he could fully remove the shirt. You rocked your hips against him, as you’d done earlier, but now his boner was pressing against your cunt, the friction from the lace and his hard cock making you wet instantly.
Eventually, he pulled you from his neck, he wanted to see you. You pulled back, hands still over his shoulders as you tilted your head to the side with a little smile “Like what you see?” He buckled his hips against you in response, the little black set you’d chosen was doing things to him he didn’t believe possible. He was obsessed with the way the little leotard thing was just sheer enough for him to be able to see your skin, the curve of your breasts and your hardened nipples. “Speak baby,” you commanded.
“Of course… I fucking love it.” He told you, which just fueled your resolve even more, separating from him, and kneeling on the floor right in front of the boy. You started undoing his belt when he gave you a look “You’re not gonna… are you?”
You shrugged “My birthday boy deserves the best of treatments.” You replied, continuing your task, you looked absolutely stunning kneeling on the floor for him, skirt pooled on the floor around you, almost completely covering your legs. You looked like a flower, the prettiest he’d ever seen; your breasts just at the right angle for him to relish on the view he had of them. And your pretty lips, you were bitting on them, as if you couldn’t restrain yourself from sucking him a minute more. James wasn’t even sure if he was even gonna last all the way to the moment you placed your pretty lips around him, heck, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever been that turned on in his life.
When you finally pulled the hem of his boxer and took him out, he gasped, you did not waste any time, and started to softly pump him, using your free hand to massage his inner tight. You started slow, almost agonizingly slow, until you finally started to pick up the pace, he saw the way you licked your lips before leaning down, and he had to restrain himself from buckling his hips against your face, gripping on the bed sheets until his knuckles were white. You started with a soft lick along his shaft, James shivered the moment he felt your wet tongue on his delicate skin. After that, you went for the tip, small kitten-like licks at first, like you were testing the waters. This was not the first time you’d ever blowed James, but he wasn’t one to ask for it, he felt too self-conscious to do it, like he was asking you to do something you didn’t particularly like. He couldn’t be more wrong, you absolutely adored toying with him.
His tip was by far the most sensible part, and he was in awe, staring at you with his breath stuck in his throat as you licked away, alternating between licks and your fingers toying with the nib.
When your mouth finally wrapped around him, he let out the most sinful moan you’d ever heard in your life. Which had you hum in response, your little sound causing your entire throat to reverberate over his cock, and he couldn’t stop himself from buckling up on you. “‘’Mm sorry, kitten” he mumbled, James Potter was above else: a true gentleman.
You smiled, and took him in deeper, bobbing your head up and down his length. “…fuck… your pretty little mouth is so–“You tightened your grip around him a little and pumped “–Aah.” You were already picking up the piece, James was so close, already involuntarily buckling his hips against you, but he then placed a gentle hand over your shoulder, and pulled you back, a thin string of spit connected you with him still when he spoke “ss-stop,” he managed to say, breathing heavily as you looked at him confused.
You wiped your mouth with your hand “But you were about to… I- I thought…”
“I am…” he reassured “I don’t want to yet…” he told you, and then moved his hand over to the back of your neck, you leaned your head on his touch “I haven’t even unwrapped my gift completely,” he said in a flirty tone. You rose your eyebrows at that, and he helped you rise from the floor, the little marks from the rug had itched on your knees, and he looked at you with what you’d only be able to recognize as despair “Kitten…” he reproached.
“It’s nothing Jemmie, doesn’t hurt much.”
He shook his head, “Next time we’ll place a pillow, my best girl will not be in pain as she gives me pleasure.” You smiled, James really was the best boyfriend in the world. He then softly wrapped his arms around your waist “May I?” He asked as he toyed with the back button of your skirt.
“It’s your gift, James, you can do whatever the hell you want with it tonight,” you told him in a low tone, James’ pupils were so blown out after you said that, that his eyes almost looked entirely black, it was the most lustful you’d ever seen him. He carefully unbuttoned the skirt, and pulled the zipper down, allowing the skirt to gently fall over the floor as he stared. And fuck you were so pretty, he couldn’t believe you were actually his, to touch, to kiss, to love.
He stared at you, lips parted and pink, heavy breaths making his chest fall up and down gently, and then he placed his hands over your shoulders, letting them gently slide down your arms, admiring you as he pulled you towards the bed. He placed you there, and then placed himself on top, his knees around your legs and his hands next to your shoulder to hoover above you “fuck…” he all but whispered, “You look so beautiful in this thing.”
You smiled, realizing how he looked up and down your body, not sure himself how to start “What do you want James?” You whispered seductively.
“I want to taste you,” he responded simply.
“Do you now?” You teased “Then go ahead baby!”
As if he was waiting for that moment, he grabbed onto the straps of the bodysuit and started to pull them down your arms, and then down your torso, the lack of fabric had made the bra even sheerer, allowing him to see your breasts in a better light, and he stared at them for a moment before he continued his task of pulling the body suit down. Once he was done, he went up again and started to caress your legs, spreading them lightly open as he placed soft wet kisses over your inner tight.
And then, since you were expecting his mouth, you were absolutely shocked as he used his free hand to trace over your slit, still over the fabric of the lacy panties “fuck” he swore, “you’re so wet for me.”
At that moment, James Potter lost control, he all but pushed the thin fabric to the side and started to toy with your folds “So fucking wet,” he added, still tracing kisses on your legs, and then, he finally moved his mouth to you, starting with a long lick over your slit “you smell delightful,” he added. You moaned his name as he did, and he just smiled in return, you didn’t see it, but you felt him smile against your cunt. Then his mouth went straight to your clit, and he alternated between soft licks and hard sucks. At some point your legs closed around his face, involuntarily, he chuckled, relishing how good he knew he was making you feel.
He then placed both hands over your legs and pulled them back down, “spread open for me, will you?”
You nodded in response, aching for him to go back to what he was doing just seconds ago, you involuntarily buckled your hips against him, looking at his playful smirk as you did, he then placed a hand over your hips, putting on a little force, to keep you on on the bed as he went back to kiss you. As he continued to suck, you started to lose control of yourself again, battling against his hand in an attempt to buckle your hips onto his mouth, but his hold was strong, so instead you lowered your hands and inter winded them onto his hair, pressing him down on you, he all but groaned as you did so and then placed one of his fingers inside of you, curling it and moving it around as he got you ready for the next part.
Another suck and you were on cloud 9, feeling the familiar tension build up so much, you felt like you’d blow up “Jamie, I think I’m gonna, ah-“ you trailed off as he sucked.
“Cum for me baby,” he whispered, “cum all over my face.”
And you did, moaning his name as you buckled your hips against his face, he had released his tight grip on you, and you could feel his smile against you again, he continued to move his hand over you, his thumb had replaced his mouth, and he was just staring at you with a lustful expression as you rode his hand though your high. He was just enjoying the view, the little fucker.
When you finally relaxed, your breaths were heavy, lips red and parted from biting on them, and he couldn’t help himself, and went back straight for a kiss, to your lips, this time around. You could taste yourself on him, and there was something about knowing that it was you who he’d been down on that made your arousal start again. You buckled your hips against him, your sex lightly brushing against his hard cock as you did “I’m not gonna fucking last if you keep teasing me like that.” He reproached.
“I don’t care, baby, come on!” You said as you buckled your hips again. He looked at you another time, before nodding. He used his hand to bring your underwear down and discarded it somewhere. He leaned in to kiss your neck as he traced his tip over your slit. You buckled your hips against him again, causing his skin to move up and down and he gripped the bedsheets around your face tight, “Stop teasing Jemmie…”
And he did, with a long and sharp thrust, he was balls deep inside you. You gasped, James always took his time to get in, he really must be desperate. Regardless of his own needs, James stayed like that for a second, relishing on the sensation before you tightened yourself around him “…fuck…” he all but whispered, “You know I love it when you do thaaaaa–t,” his last word coming out strained since you’d done it again. And then you buckled your hips against him, signalling he could start.
Long, slow trust at first, taking himself almost completely out before going back in, over and over again. At some point, he lifted himself from your neck and started to look at you, and then back down at your breasts, as he thrusted in and out he used one of his hands to softly trace over the valley of them, right where the lace ended. He was teasing you, you realized when his fingers traced just around your nipples, not daring to touch them. You used your hand to place his against your breast, nodding as you had him cup it, he smiled cheekily at your reaction and finally dragged the lacey fabric down, exposing your beautiful breasts. He pinched and twisted them softly, making you moan his name and tighten your walls sound him as he did. He was enjoying the view, and how could he not? You were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen, from the shine in your eyes, your pink lips from biting down your moans all the way to your tight little cunt.
“Fuck me! you’re so tight,” he praised, and you buckled your hips against him in response.
“It’s what I’m doing baby,” you responded, and he started to pick up the pace, faster, shorter thrusts, he dragged his hand down and started to rub your clit, gently pressing his hand over it a couple of times before starting to circle it a lot faster. He was about to cum, he only did that when he wanted you to cum along with him. You buckled your hips against him, and you were already being dragged over the edge by this boy, you relished on the feeling, you started seeing white, and roughly gripped his thick forearm, not realizing the way your nails had dug onto him.
James didn’t realize it either, he was too preoccupied looking at your face, trying to carve on his brain the expression you had on your face, you looked so stunning as the pleasure drew over your face, short breaths, brows furrowed for a second before opening your eyes back up to look at him, you smiled softly, and that was all it took for him to come all over you with a deep moan. Thrusting getting sloppy as he continued to move until he was completely emptied. James Potter placed a soft kiss on your mouth before gently, and softly pulling himself out of you, you almost complained, missing the way he had been filling you up so perfectly. You felt his cum drip down your legs as he lay on the side, he pulled his wand from the side of the bed and cleaned you up with a little wave of it.
“And here I thought nothing would top last year's birthday when you said you’d be my girlfriend,” he said, breaths still heavy as the two of you stared at the top of the bed. You smiled at his words, and then sat on the bed, starting to try and spot your undies, but Merlin knows where James had thrown them too. “Hey!” He said, dragging you down on the bed when he realized what you were doing “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Clothes…” you said, as he pulled you into his chest.
“No clothes–“
“–But James…” you started to argue.
“Let me finish,” he whispered sternly “No clothes… yet.” You turned to him, eyes opened wide in surprise, “You’re the one that said we had all night.” He replied afterwards.
“But you already…”
“Yeah,” he nodded, and motioned down to his cock, which was starting to twitch again “…but darling, you look absolutely charming tonight.”
A/N: this is my second smut piece ever, and holly shit it got out of hand, when I checked my word count I had already written like 3k words of pure SMUT, I was shocked. But, positive side is, I feel like I'm finally getting the hang of it? The Five Senses was born as a way for me to practice writing smut for my brand new Wolfstar x Reader series that's currently being posted on a weekly basis. If you have feedback, please leve it in the comment below. I absolutely love reading your comments <3
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JINGLE BELL COCK !
ft. leon s. kennedy x fem!reader
tags. p in v, uncle/niece incest, somno
notes. MERRY CHRISTMAS!! this is very messy and rushed i haven’t been able to write properly lately so forgive me for the repetitiveness and clunkiness!! ignore typos as always :3 feedback n rbs always appreciated !!! this is reallyyy sloppy and I’m embarrassed so I may go back and delete and rewrite in a few days time 😭
tumblr has started to remove fics that use tw non-con, tw incest and any nsfw tags in general. for this reason, as i’d like my fic to appear in the tags so i can have the same reach as other authors, please understand that this fic contains dark content under the cut. reading this comes at your own risk.
“Woah,” Leon's knees almost buckle when you barrel into him, “Pumpkin, wow,” He takes you in, settles his hands on your hips, and it might be inappropriate ‘cause your mother glares at him over your shoulder. What did she want him to do? Grab your ass? Could’ve, should’ve, would’ve. Just doesn’t wanna get put on a list of some kind. “You’re so big now.”
“Yeah?” Your cheeks split with a sweet smile, “I missed you, uncle.”
“God, you’re so big I can’t believe it,” He gives you a once over, he’d like to catcall you to show you how he feels, Leon refrains from doing so. “I remember when you were a kid, always sat in my lap ‘n said you wanted to marry me.”
“Awww,” A gloved hand comes to pat his cheek, you take the tip of the fabric between your teeth, taking it off finger by finger, “I can do that again if you’d really like, uncle.” Your nails scratch his scruffy chin, press your finger into the divot he hates so much, then you stare right at it. Don’t look at that, god. Totally messed him over. Shit fucked up his golden ratio.
“What're you lookin’ at, pumpkin?” He shifts from foot to foot, moves his flight bag from one shoulder to the other.
“Just never seen you with a beard,” You shrug, beaming at him once more. Okay, not the chin then, thank fuck. “It’s cute, uncle, makes you look older.” Leon doesn’t know if that’s good or bad, though he feels his spinal disk shrink with each passing second.
You turn on your heels when his sister-in-law, fine as ever, says your name, “We should go before she gets pissy.” You tell him cheekily, taking his hand in yours, and you’re so big now he can’t believe it. A whole lot of tit, hip, and your ass ain’t too shabby either. Leon’s justification is that he’s only a man, can't help himself when he sees a pretty girl, even if said girl is his niece. He’s an honest guy, gotta give his brother props for marrying such a smokeshow, even more credit for knocking her up. ‘Cause she popped out an even hotter girl, younger, brighter, and your tits sit prettier.
Their family stands on crumbling foundations, when he’s around his brother, Leon’s five seconds away from blowing his brains out at any given moment. He doesn’t know why people question his suicidal tendencies, he’s more than willing to show them. Snow crunches under his boots as he navigates the path leading up to the front door. The layer of glossy red paint has chipped away to reveal the mahogany beneath. It’s been that long, huh?
“I’m in college now, I have my licence and everything, uncle, I wanted to visit you in D.C. but I couldn’t get ahold of you,” You chatter to him, tugging at your laces and propping your shoes up on the shelf near the door, make the move to grab his suitcase, but Leon swiftly moves it aside. “I can carry it, I’m a big girl now.”
“No, you’re not,” Leon frowns, to him you’re a baby. An undeveloped prefrontal cortex and a soft spot on the top of your head. Yeah, you got a rack now, sure, he wants to fuck you now - doesn’t change a thing.
“Okay, well did you bring me a present?” You trail after him, and you really are still a baby.
“Yeah, you’re my favourite girl, I bought you lots.” He’s not sure if you’ll like it. Colouring books, dolls, plastic jewellery. He’s a bit of an idiot. Didn’t think about how long it’s been.
“Can I open them now?” You seat yourself next to him on the couch, knee bumping his.
“Later, pumpkin, I promise.”
“I want to transfer to Washington.” Wine trickles over the edge of your cup, Leon soaks it up with a napkin, dabs at your face when a rivulet dribbles down your chin.
His brother’s knocked out in their dad’s old armchair, it’s beyond saving, but he’s cheap. Your mom retired to bed a while back, they argued over something trivial, a cheeseboard or some shit, and with that it leaves the two of you.
“Yeah? You got friends out there or what?”
“No, but you’re there, uncle.” You grin, batting your lashes so pretty he gets without popping a viagra or two. Three. He needs three minimum. “I could come stay with you, right?”
Fuck no, under no circumstance should he be allowed within fifty feet of you. And here Leon is, bumping knees, brushing fingers like you’re lovesick teens on a first date. That’s just not right, is it? He’s a decrepit old man on his way to getting a senior bus pass, and he’s your uncle and all. Can’t really go around popping boners over family members.
“I work too much.” Leon says coolly, sweat dripping from his temple, drumming his fingers against the table. “Hey, you wanna open your presents?”
“Yes!” You nod with wild enthusiasm, like a bobblehead, cute ones you keep on the dashboard. Leon would love to take you home with him, display you on the mantle like a China doll, show you off like some rare artefact. Just can’t, he’d end up doing something awful, peeking in on you showering— or worse he’d start sleepwalking, get into your room- “Go get them then, uncle.”
The paper is pink, the shade you used to adore as a young girl, the colour you’ve since painted over in your room. He got that professionally wrapped, big bow on it and all. Leon’s not good at making things look pretty. It’s easier to assemble a gun than it is to wrap presents. Your name is scrawled on the tag in cursive writing that belongs to none other than Claire, she insisted on doing so, felt inclined after seeing his chicken-scratch.
“It’s for me, you shouldn’t have, uncle!” You snatch it out of his hands, Jesus, had more manners when you were a kid. Once you tear through the paper, you blink down at the plastic princess costume jewellery. Clip-on earrings, fluffy mules that are much too tiny, the whole lot. “Oh, wow, well, it sure is nice.”
“Pumpkin,” Leon starts, “It slipped my mind that you’re a big girl now, I wasn’t thinkin’ and I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” You placate him with your smile, “I’m just glad you’re here.” Cheesy, still makes him swoon.
“We can go shopping ‘fore I go back, I’ll buy you whatever, yeah?”
“I don’t need that,” You shake your head, eyes flitting from his lower half then to his lips. He’s making shit up in his head now. It’s late, Leon should go to sleep, doesn’t wanna start kissing on you and end up in court. “Oh, you’re going already?”
“I’m tired, pumpkin.” My dick is so hard it’s cutting off all blood flow to my brain, my pants are squeezing it so tight I’m gonna contract sepsis and that shit will fall straight off, I don’t want my dick to fall off, pumpkin, hope you can understand my reasoning. Leon hopes you can see the desperation in his eyes, that you can see the sentiment he’s trying to get across.
The bed creaks with his weight, and it’s the same dusty, bed-bug ridden shit his brother’s had for years. He jerks off, blows his load on his stomach, too worn out to clean it up. Falls asleep with his hand down his pants. Then Leon starts having wet dreams like he’s twenty-one again, of your petal lips, of your hands on his dick, your tits, how your thighs look when you sit. Warmth engulfs his cock, and it’s so real, he’s so sure you’re right there, sucking him off like a good girl. You’re cute like a sex doll, and it’s unfair that he has to put on this uncle act. Used to come natural to him when you were a kid, but it’s just different.
Only when Leon lifts his hand does he come into contact with skin, with hair, and a human. At first, he thinks it’s the dog, one of the three. Then he feels small hands parting his thighs further, the familiarity of your smile warming his skin.
“Pumpkin.” Leon rasps, and it’s not quite warning, just a tone that says keep going, but this is fucked up, doesn’t mean I don’t want it though. He thanks you for making the first move.
You pull off with a wet pop, kissing along his Apollo’s belt. “I want to come to D.C. and stay with you,” You say between fervid kisses, “I want to be with you, uncle, you’re handsome and I like you.” Your confession is feverish, he wonders if you realise the weight of your words. Can’t go around telling lonely old men that you like ‘em.
“I’m your uncle, pumpkin.�� Leon states simply, ‘cause he’s an adult and he’s collected, but you can keep pumping his dick like that, he really don’t mind.
“No one would know,” You kiss the sticky tip, pre smeared over your lips like lip gloss, tongue poking out to taste him, dipping into his leaky slit. “I could be your girlfriend.” Leon doesn’t even know you, he knows the little girl you once were.
Leon’s too old for that shit. Girlfriend boyfriend talk. “I’m too old to be dating, pumpkin.” He cradles the back of your head with his calloused hand, guides you to base of his shaft, your tongue tracing the vein that runs along the underside of his cock.
“Yeah, but you’re not too old to marry me, are you?” You’re a clever girl, giving him a cheeky smile as you sit up and clamber into his lap.
“What’s gotten into you, pumpkin?” Don’t stop, pumpkin. Same thing. He hopes his dick says enough, standing proud as you lift your hips, wet hole stretching to accommodate his fat tip. Leon can’t see your face, but he shuts his eyes and thinks about it, how your lips would part so pretty, and you’d toss your head back, sweat making your skin all shiny.
“I just really like you, uncle.” One way ticket out of this shitty town, away from his shitry brother, away from your narc bitch of a mom, free food, free housing - Leon understands your motive. Truly, he does, and he can’t find it in himself to give a damn. If you pretend to love then it matters all the same.
“Okay, then sit on it, pumpkin.” Leon urges, firm hands finding purchase on your hips, forcing you down on his cock till you take all of him to the hilt. The head bumps your cervix, and Leon is in love with you. Thank fuck he came back home, thank god, thank Claire for pushing him to the point of booking a flight. “You wanna marry me?”
“I told you, didn’t I? Promised I was gonna marry you when I was a kid.” You press your tits flush to his chest, lips ghosting Leon’s. “I wanna marry you so bad, uncle, you’re all I want.” And Leon can’t help himself, doesn’t mean to let go so early, the coils of heat in his belly turn searing, and he empties himself into you with a groan. The quiet noise of disappointing you let out as his cock softens inside of you is adorable.
“You gotta get used to that if you marry me, I’m old now.” He strokes your head, holds you tight, refuses to let go now that he’s got you.
“I can deal with it, uncle, as long as I get to be your wife.”
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hi hi i love your writing style !! could u maybe do ellie x goth!reader? like someone who wears a lot of black, likes goth music, dark makeup and hair, etc. i’ve only seen hyperfem reader (and there’s nothing wrong with that!) and it’s just not me 😭
ahh thank you love🩷
ELLIE WILLIAMS X GOTH!READER
mdni please<3
warnings: 18+!! smut, dom!ellie, sub!reader, a mention of reader being needy and ellie taunting you about it🤗
writers note: im not goth and none of my friends are so i have honestly no idea how it is like.. i also wasnt sure wether to make it a one shot or headcanons but here we are !! its kinda short since i honestly try to make all my stories as general as possible (until someone requests otherwise) but enjoy!!💞
ellie always loved your aesthetic. she would go shopping with you, staring at all the typical goth clothes you buy in admiration. even though she wasn't goth herself, she enjoyed seeing how happy it made you, and the confidence it gave you. she'd often complement you on how the style suits you, and tell you how cool and unique you are.
she always stared at you while you were doing your daily make-up. she made sure you know you look pretty without it but she knew how comfortable doing it makes you feel, so she didn't complain. in her opinion, you looked beautiful both ways. she loved the way you tried out new makeup looks, and would ask questions about the trends and what each product does. she thought it was cute - the way you would watch makeup tutorials and take notes, and would sometimes watch them with you. she didn't really understand it, still couldn't help but be curious like a little kid. for her, your basic skills were unbelievable. she'd act like you just turned the house upside down after you made the simplest eyeliner ever that she would easily do too if only she tried.
the only problem with your appearance she had was getting you undressed. your tight, black clothes full of accessories, everything in the same color so it was hard to find out where to pull to take it off. the problem wasn't exactly hers, though. for her, it was a lot of fun. in fact, she intentionally took her time, laughing at your impatience and neediness. she would play dumb, 'looking for the zip' which was right next to her hand, and whenever you wanted to help her out of desperation she'd pin your wrists above your head. you secretly enjoyed it, as mush as did she. she loved the way it made you whimper when she held you down. she found your reluctance and neediness to be cute and innocent, and enjoyed teasing you and seeing your reactions. whenever you tried to make a move, she would make you beg for it, and the more desperate you got the more she'd hold back. she loved the way it made you squirm and the noises you made. she'd often whisper in your ear things like; "quiet. i'll give you exactly what you want, but on my terms" and enjoyed your helpless response.
she was a bit bossy, and sometimes liked to use her physical and / or emotional power over you. she knew she could push and pull your strings as she pleased, and often liked to remind you of that. she would frequently try to provoke you or push your limits to see how you would react.
eventually, she would release you and help you undress in a much more teasing and slow way. she would make it clear that it was no longer a game, but an important moment where you have to behave. even though she enjoyed taunting you, she always took care of your needs and made sure you were comfortable and felt good.
and after she finally completes your desires, she can't help but look at you and laugh. "you're ready for halloween, babe."
you'd frown, not sure whether to chuckle with her or feel offended, until you see yourself in the mirror. your goth, expressive make-up was smudged and shabby. you were lucky you decided to do one of the light ones this day, so you didn't really look like a victim of possession. you both laughed, knowing that your appearance after the intimate moment was quite a far cry from your usual look. you'd give her a look of mock frustration, as if she had ruined your makeup purposely. you'd go to wash your face, but you knew it would leave an afterglow of black smudges and mascara that would be quite difficult to remove. but you didn't mind, because the moment you had shared with her was unforgettable, and those smudges would be a reminder for what happened for the rest of the night, until they finally wear off.
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VOULD I ASK ABOUT A COP READER AND STRADE???
Like the readers older sibling was missing and they were looking for them, who also got kidnapped (and possibly killed by strade) he meets them at the bar, reader is like REALLYY drunk, she whines about not being able to find their older sibling, and Strade knows. He knows what he did.
a/n: what a fun idea!! strade would definitely be extra horrible if he knew his victim was a cop. hope you enjoy, anon!
PIGGY
{ strade x gn! reader }
word count: 1.3k
warnings/tags: alcohol use, violence, kidnapping, psychological torture, forced voyeurism, implied sibling death.
The room spins and the edges of the world soften as you gulp down another shot, the sting of alcohol burning a path down your throat. The dim lights of the bar flicker, casting elongated shadows that dance mockingly around you. This place is a sanctuary of sorts— a shabby dive where lost souls come to drown memories and silence their demons with liquid oblivion.
Strade finds you there, at the edge of dissolution. His entrance is unremarkable, yet somehow you feel the atmosphere shift, a predatory chill seeping through the smoky haze.
His eyes catch yours across the crowded room, glinting with a dark curiosity as he takes the stool beside you. "Rough night, buddy?" he asks, his voice smooth, dangerously inviting.
You nod, swirling the ice in your nearly empty glass. "You could say that." The words spill out of you, heavy with bitterness.
His smile holds a semblance of warmth, perhaps a touch too studied, but under the weight of your despair, you don't notice. He leans in, the movement calculated, as if setting the stage for a confession. "Wanna talk about it? Sometimes airing it out is the only way to breathe again," he suggests, his voice a careful blend of intrigue and concern.
You hesitate, the words hanging precariously on the tip of your tongue. The presence of a stranger, oddly enough, feels like an opportunity to unload, to confide. "It's my older brother," you finally say, the words escaping in a rush. "He's missing, and I feel like I'm chasing shadows. It's like he just vanished into thin air."
Strade’s interest sharpens, his gaze locking onto yours, unblinking. "Disappeared? That’s heavy. How long has he been gone?"
"Three weeks," you reply, the number feeling more substantial with each passing day. "Three weeks of not knowing. It’s eating me up inside."
"And the police?" Strade probes, his voice a soft nudge pushing you deeper into your own turmoil.
"They're doing what they can, I guess. But I'm a cop too, and it feels like I should be able to do more. It's different when it's personal, you know?" You take another sip, the alcohol a poor salve for the ache of helplessness.
Strade nods, feigning empathy. "I can only imagine. Being so close to it, being expected to just wait and see. Must be tearing you apart."
"It is," you admit, your guard crumbling under the weight of your grief and the false security of his attentive gaze. "I keep thinking I'll miss something, or that I’ll get a call saying they've found him, but not... not in the way I hope."
He leans back slightly, giving you space to breathe, yet his presence envelops you, thick as the smoke in the bar. "Sounds like you’re carrying the world on your shoulders. Someone like you shouldn’t be alone with this."
You laugh, a hollow sound. "Feels like I don’t have much choice in the matter. Everyone else is just... moving on."
"But you can't," Strade concludes, his voice soft. "Not until you know."
"Yeah," you whisper, feeling the truth of his words like a punch to the gut. "Not until I know."
He watches you for a moment, a predator disguised as a confidante. "Let me do something for you tonight. Let's make sure you get home safe. It’s the least I can do."
Gratitude, misguided and dangerous, washes over you. "Thanks, I... I appreciate that, really."
"Don’t mention it," he replies, a smile playing at the corners of his lips as he signals the bartender to settle your tab.
You lean heavily on him as he guides you outside, the cool night air a sharp contrast to the stuffy atmosphere of the bar. The alley beside the establishment is dimly lit, deserted, and as you stagger against the cold brick for support, Strade’s demeanour shifts imperceptibly.
"You really think I'd help a cop?" His voice is suddenly sharp, a serrated edge that cuts through your alcohol-fueled haze.
"What?" Confusion clouds your mind, struggling to keep up with the sudden change.
"I’m not calling you a cab," he sneers, his face inches from yours and his grip tightening painfully on your arm.
Before you can react, your head slams against the wall, a burst of pain radiating through your skull as stars explode in your vision. Strade’s mocking laugh is the last thing you hear before darkness claims you.
When your consciousness creeps back, it’s a cruel awakening. Your body aches, bound tightly to a cold, metal pole in a room that reeks of blood and decay. Panic claws at your chest as your eyes adjust to the dimness, the figure of Strade emerging from the shadows.
He's watching you intently, holding an expensive-looking laptop under his arm. "Awake already?" He asks, his voice mockingly gentle.
"Where the fuck am I?" Your voice is raw, fear sharpening each word.
"My little workshop," he replies nonchalantly, as if discussing something as mundane as the weather. "You want to see your brother, don't you?" Strade smiles, sensing your fear. You quickly nod, hope and desperation surging through you.
"Then relax. You won't want to miss this."
He casually opens the laptop, types something on the keyboard, and turns it towards you. The flicker of the screen casts eerie shadows across his face as the video begins to play.
You squint, trying to make sense of the images flickering across the laptop as he holds it just out of reach. Your heart sinks as you recognize the figure in the video— it's your brother, bound and terrified. A cold dread washes over you as Strade walks into frame, your mouth dry, words failing.
"What is this you sick fuck?!" You manage to spit out, your voice laced with horror and revulsion.
The screen flashes with horrific scenes, your brother's pleas echoing in the cramped, dark space as Strade approaches with a knife.
He watches you, a perverse glee lighting up his eyes. "See, your brother... he's become quite the celebrity."
Despite the overwhelming urge to look away, to shut out this nightmarish reality, you can't. Your eyes remain glued to the screen, each image searing itself into your memory— your brother's fear, his pain, his futile attempts to plead for a life already doomed as Strade's knife slices through his skin.
Guilt surges through you—irrational and overwhelming—guilt for not being able to stop this, for not finding him sooner, for every moment you spent doubting the worst had happened.
Strade's face twists into a smirk as the video unfolds before you. "Touching, isn’t it? The bond between siblings..." His words hang in the air, a new kind of torment. "Y'know, he talked about you, even towards the end. Kept saying, 'My sister is a cop. She’ll find you. She'll stop you.'" He laughs, mocking your brother's voice with an exaggerated shrill.
Your response is visceral. A scream rips from your throat, raw and hoarse, as the full weight of the horror crashes down upon you. Hot tears stream down your face, mingling with the bile on your tongue. The bonds around your wrists chafe painfully as you struggle against them, the metal pole unforgiving and cold.
He stands over you, a dark silhouette against the dim light, watching your every reaction with an analyst's eye. As the final scenes play out, your brother's wet, gurgling screams fade into a haze of pain and terror. Strade closes the laptop with a slow, deliberate motion and leans in close, his breath foul against your ear. His voice, a venomous whisper, sends shivers down your spine. "Your cop friends are probably wondering how torn up you are about your brother... It wouldn't be too surprising if you just... disappeared too."
"Now, why don't we film a sequel, little piggy?" His words slither around you, tightening like a noose. "And find out if you squeal just like your brother."
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So I just watched the new Missing Link cutscenes (here's the video I watched if anyone wants to see them too) and I am having Thoughts so let's dump them here shall we?
Player is just... confused. They just seem so confused in every scene they're in and I love it
I really want to talk about the Baroque Society. It seems like Square is going for a sort of "underdogs" vibe for them. They're small, they're tight-knit (?), they're clearly looked down upon by the higher ups (those scientists did not seem happy that they needed to be called to action).
I'm having mixed feelings about Neptune (also I'm assuming Nept is short for Neptune). On one hand, I love him so much. On the other hand, he seems just a little shady. What are his motives? I'm reluctant to believe any higher ups in this world have good intentions. Idk, I'm keeping an eye on him for now. That said, I love every scene he's in he's probably my favorite so far.
Freya's Japanese voice is kind of annoying to me, but otherwise she seems fine. She's the one giving all the information, but I do like the billboard she's by. I know Nomura said she's not related to Ephemer (which I still think she is), but I could (also) see her being related to the other silver-haired characters we know, like Riku or Hermod and Baldr maybe?
"You took in another one, didn't you?" Freya said that in the scene where Player joins the Baroque Society. "Another one?" Did Neptune pick up Brain too? Honestly I think it would be a complete mind fuck for Brain if Neptune did because now we have 5 kids running their own show, probably about to cause some big chaos...
On first watch it seems like these Societies act like guilds rather than unions, but when rewatching the scenes I realize the scientists say "the founters' societies" so maybe they're more like Unions than I initially thought. Also interesting they said founders, not founder. Regardless, this begs the question of why the Baroque Society is so small and shabby?
I'm loving the theory that Lea is descended from Remus but I'm really worried about why Remus didn't reappear. We can't get tragic siblings this soon can we?
Society Legal Investigations Committee... wonder what that is
Player is so confused but so happy to be part of the Baroque Society
I don't really have much to say about the scientists themselves, but the fact that we keep cutting to them makes me believe they're going to be very important.
The silver haired strangers... Ephemer's descendants perhaps? I'm guessing since they're very shady that they planted the dark thing Nept got from the guards into the Guards' minds... yeah we're going to have some interesting things going on in this game.
That's all I can think of for now but the gears in my brain are turning so hard, and I have some theories, especially about Remus. I'll spare you the theorizing until I get my thoughts in order though
#kingdom hearts#missing link#khml#khml spoilers#missing link spoilers#spoilers#kh remus#kh nept#kh neptune#kh freya#kh player
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Okay, now my appreciation post for WxS digest anime
I love how theatrical it is!! But first, have some of Tsukasa's poses first
And some of his pathetic expressions
Sometimes I wonder why I even like him, but that's okay, he's adorable.
I love how it opens with a curtain and WxS!Miku greeting us (and the blue balloon before the title), and how the curtain and the close-up of Tsukasa's eyes are showing the viewers parts of the play--the prologue, the conflict to the falling action, and then the denouement. Very neat, and no wonder they shuffle the game's prologue to when Tsukasa realizes his feelings in the main story (chapter 13) because it is supposed to be the climax of the play. And the music!! The fun orchestral part only plays on prologue and denouement, while it's very quiet in the middle to build the atmosphere.
Tsukasa definitely looks pathetic and embarrassing in the early parts of the digest anime, but I don't think his ridiculous expressions can defeat that meme-able Akito's expression lol
And it was really obvious compared to other units digest anime, but Tsukasa is definitely the star of the show (pun intended). In L/N main story, Ichika is not present for one of the most important moments (Honami & Shiho) and everyone have their moments to shine. In MMJ and VBS, Shizuku & Airi and Akito & Toya have their own plots where Minori & Kohane take a backseat role.
In WxS main story, Tsukasa is the protagonist who moves the plot along (and Emu as the deuteragonist). He's the main character who gets invited by the weird girl, invited the rest of the cast, makes the unit fall apart, finds the strength and will to make it all up, and gathers all of them together again. This digest highlights it by showing no two characters interact together without Tsukasa (except the hiding Nene and WxS!Miku).
And the climax, god, how much the flashback focuses on Saki's smiles makes me feel so much warmth. Tsukasa is focusing so much on Saki's smiles that he wants to make her smile as bright as that too. I also love how it shows how Tsukasa just duct-taped some cardboard as makeshift wings for a show for Saki. You can see how much effort Tsukasa did to make her smile, and even though it looked pathetic and shabby, he didn't care as long as she smiled.
........It's the 88☆彡 reference again.... the early lines...
"I’m sure somewhere along the way, I realized (this is…)
Just a child’s play (La La La~ sparkling, twinkling)
You showed your smile"
In that hospital room, Tsukasa knowing that it's just a poor imitation of the wonderful play that they saw together, but he didn't care because the important thing is that Saki is smiling.
I love them.
I like (most of the) scenes that they choose, and I like how over-the-top the scene between Emu and Tsukasa in the beginning, and Nenerobo is also adorable.
Everyone is adorable, actually, even the 180 cm Rui.
Actually, Rui's solo scene in his garage just goes to show how disappointed Rui was by what happened. He's not only just angry at Tsukasa for blaming Nene so harshly, but he's also sad because his hopes of having friends to do shows together became naught again. In the beginning where Tsukasa asked him to do shows together (12,000%), it's obvious that Rui didn't really trust him but deep in his heart he wanted to trust Tsukasa. Rui saying "you can't become a star" to Tsukasa might hurt him as much as it hurt Tsukasa, added by the pain of having his trust betrayed by hurting his dear childhood friend.
But the Emu and Nene capture Rui together scene is very adorable.
And have this Tsukasa reaching out to Rui with the light behind him.
As expected of a future star.
#pjsekai#project sekai#proseka#hatsune miku colorful stage#wonderlands x showtime#random gacha game post#oh i wanna compare some scenes with gunjo sanka mv#i was confused on how tsukasa passed out the first time he arrived at sekai#so that's what happened lol
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The Tainted Half - By Chyomchyom (8.5/10)
This is not a period drama. It's actually more fantasy than historical. Don't be fooled by the clothes. This is a story about a woman in a harem. The emperor, and his brother, are both obsessed with her in different toxic ways.
The Yul.
They are a strange folk. More beautiful than any other. The race is descended from a goddess who fell in love with a wounded man.
The goddess used her golden blood to heal that handsome man. Her children have her beauty, and some of those children have her healing blood. Unfortunately, men are foolish. The Yul are not valued healers. Men sold them as slaves. The entire race ended up in harems across the land. Their immense beauty caused nothing but agony for them.
Seon is the last Yul. Her mother burned her face to protect her. Nobody knows about her healing powers. She must keep them secret to protect herself, and to do that she must continuously burn her own face. It was her mother's wish. An ugly face is the only thing that can protect her from the emperor. He also cannot learn about her healing blood, or she will never be able to escape to be a buddist believer in a temple far away. That is the only way a concubine can escape the emperor.
The rest of the Yul are gone. After Seon was taken they...gave up. Her mother killed herself, and the other remaining Yul did the same thing. The Yul spent generations suffering under human lust. Her mother could no longer bear to live, but she cursed Seon with hope. Seon wants to make it to the temple, let her face heal, and live in peace with enuch men who cannot desire her. The emperor hates her, because he is attracted to her despite her ugly scar. He makes her watch him have sex with other women, and he torments her. He laughs at her and makes her into the court fool, but he is obsessed. It's just not a loving kind of obsession.
This is prince Muon. Seon does not remember him, but he's loved her for ten years. He wants to kill the emperor and take her as empress. He loves her scar, because it keeps most men away from her. He doesn't like it when anything male even speaks to her. He's a war general, who was supposed to rule. His snake of a brother tricked their ill father. That's the only reason why he's not on the throne.
This isn't a slow webtoon. The desire Muon feels is all sexual. He wants Seon to go against the emperor and give him her chastity. He's very blunt about it. If she does give in she can't go to the temple. She resists. She doesn't want to have children, ever, because Yul children always suffer. The Yul are not people to humans. They are pretty pets. No parent would want that for their child.
The emperor is too disgusted by her face to give her a child, so he tells his brother to do it. Muon knows she doesn't want kids, so he pretends to sleep with her with the emperor as witness. They put on a very convincing act.
He takes advantage of every second he has in bed with her. He kisses her and undresses her and shows her body to the emperor. He tells her they must be allies, because the emperor is weak. Weak, angry, and lazy. Muon can and should get rid of him. He needs Seon. Not just because he loves her, but because only she can distract the emperor.
Muon doesn't really give her a choice. He tells her the hard truth. The emperor is never going to let her go to the temple. She has to join him. She has people she wants to protect. Her enuch guard and her nanny are her family, and she adores them. She has used her powerful blood to heal both of them. They get abused by cruel people in the palace day and night. If she upsets the emperor her family will die.
Muon starts to get a little better later. Seon lives in a shitty building with holes in the roof. Muon is kind of a dumb manly man. He keeps bringing Seon animal pelts, but she doesn't need those. She gets angry. He goes back again with things she can actually use, like quilts and repairmen for her shabby castle. She accepts those gifts, and she does agree to become his ally. At this point she's tempted to sleep with him, but she hasn't quite let go of her temple dream. She just can't believe that the emperor, her bully, is obsessed with her.
She also can't see that Muon is too.
I'm sure he'll notice that her scar changes shape once a month soon. Her healing powers and beauty make her the ideal empress. She is a Yul. Her beauty and her magic both cause havoc. The fight for her will almost certainly cause a war.
#yandere#male yandere#yandere male#yandere boy#recommendations#recs#rec#recommended#webtoon#The Tainted Half
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I am generally fond of the Peter Jackson LORD OF THE RINGS movies (much more so than THE HOBBIT trilogy, which is an unmitigated disaster from start to finish), but I still feel that it was a tremendous error to remove "The Scouring of the Shire" from the ending of RETURN OF THE KING. I think I understand the rationale for omitting it — it further complicates what's already a protracted finale, and it is kind of a downer — but I suspect it's one of the changes to which Tolkien himself would have most objected.
First, it's an essential element in the arc of Frodo. Frodo has already been wounded in a way that even Elrond and Gandalf can't entirely fix, even after they remove the notch of the Morgul-knife. After enduring an impossible ordeal, he returns to the Shire to find that the war has come home in a way that, at least for him, can't be fully set right even after Saruman is dead and much of the immediate damage repaired. Frodo's original conflicts have been seemingly resolved: At the beginning of the book, he's seen in Hobbiton as an irresponsible youth of dubious background who grows into another suspicious eccentric like Bilbo, but by the end, they want to make him the mayor (to which Frodo only very reluctantly and temporarily agrees), and even his feud with the Sackville-Bagginses is ended. Even so, Frodo is left far more alienated than he ever was to start with, which is why he finally chooses to go over Sea rather than live out his life in the Shire.
Second, while it is superficially rather grim, I think Tolkien might have argued that it's actually his most hopeful chapter. Tolkien says in the introduction to the second edition that "The Scouring of the Shire" had its roots in his own childhood:
The country in which I lived in childhood [in Warwickshire] was being shabbily destroyed before I was ten, in days when motor-cars were rare objects (I had never seen one) and men were still building suburban railways. Recently I saw in a paper a picture of the last decrepitude of the once thriving corn-mill beside its pool that long ago seemed to me so important.
Thus, it seems significant that the shabby destruction of the Shire at the hands of Saruman and his men is actually set right remarkably quickly. As soon as Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin return, they're able to rouse the other hobbits to action and drive out the ruffians within a matter of days, and Sam is even able to use Galadriel's gift to replace most of the trees that have been carelessly destroyed, with a magnificent mallorn-tree in place of the beloved Party Tree. The Shire hasn't wholly escaped the scars of industrialization, but the hobbits have come to their senses and turned back before it was too late.
That is really the most optimistic element of the story's finale. Aragorn's coronation means a restoration of order to the West, but magic and wonder are fading away or departing over Sea. Arwen has made the choice of Luthien and is doomed to eventually fade and leave the world; in the Appendices, after Aragorn's death, she returns to Lórien, now deserted, and essentially lies down and dies. Tolkien did not feel the Ents would ever find the Ent-wives, so they too will probably never flourish again. However, the Shire endures, in a way that the country where Tolkien grew up did not — not by remaining completely aloof from the world, but by rejecting the new mill and the smokestacks, and by "thousands of willing hands of all ages" deliberately tearing down everything built by Saruman and using the bricks "to repair many an old hole, to make it snugger and drier."
#movies#books#lord of the rings#lotr#peter jackson#return of the king#jrr tolkien#the scouring of the shire#frodo baggins#saruman#tolkien's ecological imaginings are not above criticism#they're still rooted in a kind of pastoral fantasy#but it is somehow heartening to imagine#that the horrors of industrialization aren't irreparable
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William Rex
Chapter 9
WARNING! This story contains mentions of human trafficking and mental health issues.
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William: "My eyes were not deceiving me."
William: "You are noble, greedy,.....kind and strong."
The heat of the eyes that pour into me and I was so drawn into them.
I feel like I'm going crazy and that my heart is thumping against my chest.
(Ah....No)
(I can't look away)
The sound of my own heart is making noise behind my ears.
(But....why can't I look away?)
(Is it because I'm going crazy? If I am, why can't I look away?)
My heart was brought back to life by one word that William gave me.
Like buds waiting for spring, they begin to tear apart, leaving reason behind.
(Am I really....)
Do I want to bathe in this heat more?
William: "......Now."
William opens his mouth and comes back to himself.
William: "I'll leave the rest to Ethan and the others. Let's not stay too long at the crime scene."
Kate: "....Yes."
I seemed to have forgotten how to breathe and for a moment he was dizzy and shaky on my feet.
Kate: "Then....I'm looking forward to working with you."
Ethan: "Rest assured that we will make sure that she is given the proper treatment."
(I'm so glad they all didn't end up marooned in a place like this....)
The girl sleeping in my arms was handed over to William's men and we got onto the carriage.
As I sat down, I felt both relieved and exhausted all at once.
William: "You must be tired, get some rest."
William: "If you need a place to lean on, you can use my shoulder or lap. Whichever you like."
(Whichever I like....)
My eyes follow William's body before the option of refusing comes to mind.
The feeling of being hugged on the way home after the mission at the bank comes back to me vividly.
----FLASHBACK----
William: "Come here."
Everything he gave me went deep into my body and gently caressed and soothed me.
(I want to feel that medicinal and poisonous....warmth again)
(Lean on him, now)
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William: ".....Kate."
William: "No one will blame you for being true to your desires."
(True to my desires.....)
(I remember the same words being said to me once before....and I countered with....)
I would rather not have desires than suffer if they don't come true.
In the first place, I thought that I, who had silently watched someone else's hopes being crushed, was not qualified to fulfill my selfish desires.
(But only to William, if at all)
(In front of this person.....who sees through my pettiness and my shabbiness, but forgives me.....)
(I'd like to be honest)
(Just like I was able to voice my desires to help that little girl just a few minutes ago....be true to my heart)
Kate: "William, I'd like you to.....lend me your shoulder."
William: "I'd be honored. Of course, with pleasure."
Gently pulling me closer, I rest my head on his shoulder.
I can smell that rose scent from the quality jacket touching my cheek.
(....Smells good)
Breathing deeply, the rationality of my surroundings melt away and crumbles along with my core.
William: "Good night, Kate. Sweet dreams."
William gently brushed my messy hair back over my ears.
(This hand has not changed since the day we met)
(A hand that brutally kills people. A hand that plays piano gracefully, without feeling sorry)
(Nevertheless....)
Not only is it not horrible, but I'm not even sure I want that temperature.
Is it because I have gone crazy?
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"Who killed you?"
"Me."
Then a voice follows.
"Is that wrong?"
"If you were killing your heart so that you wouldn't get hurt and could be happy."
"The hearts that have been unleashed freely may be badly hurt and unhappy down the road."
"Is that really a good thing?"
Kate: "Good morning, William!"
William: "......."
William: "Good morning. What's the matter? You're up awfully early today."
Kate: "Usually, I would always have to knock on your door or look around to search for you, but today I thought, I would wake up early and catch you before you disappear."
(I want to like myself today more than I did yesterday)
I might be crazy now, but I would not want to go back to being the person who stopped at the door.
Kate: "Actually, I was wondering if you were still sleeping in your room, so I...."
Kate: "I just wanted to see you get up in the morning and leave your room."
William: "Fufu...sorry, I always let you wander around in this unfamiliar castle, huh?"
Kate: "No, I'm glad you did. I got to know this castle better while I was looking around for you."
William: "Hmmm? So, did you find a place you like?"
Kate: "Yes....the nice window overlooking the garden, the kitchen is always beautiful...."
Kate: "Also the hallway where, for a few moments in the morning, the light shines through the large windows and it's like a flower blooming on the floor."
Kate: "Oh and...of course the hall where you play the piano too."
(Hm....?)
William: "I'm glad you're liking your temporary lodging."
(Maybe William is....I wonder if he was purposely accepting my time walking this castle alone)
Seeing for yourself so that you can know and accept this place.
My heart is buoyed by the kindness that may have been poured out without my noticing.
(If I ask him, he will surely answer back with a question, asking 'What do you think?" so....I'll just take that as a yes)
Kate: "So, what are your plans for today?"
William: "I decided when I woke up this morning that I would go along with whatever you wanted to do today."
Kate: "Me?"
William: "Whatever you want? We will do anything you like."
(....In that case)
Kate: "I want to go visit the people who were forced to work in that workhouse."
The people I saw yesterday were in shambles physically, but more than that, their self-esteem had been crushed and their hearts were dead.
Even if they receive treatment in the hospital and their bodies recover, they cannot get back on their feet if their minds remain dead.
(But I feel like if there is someone who cares about them and listens to them....)
(It might inspire their minds)
Just like William did for me.
Kate: "I just want to say 'I hope you guys are doing well."
Kate: "Or I can at least send a bouquet of flowers and a card anonymously, even if I can't reveal my true identity. Can I.....?"
William: "Fufu...of course you can."
William: "I knew you would say that, so I already arranged for a carriage."
Kate: "That's great.....huh?"
William: "Hm?"
Kate: "H-How did you know?"
William: "I guess it's because I realized yesterday that you're the kind of person who wants to protect someone so badly that guilt crushed your heart."
(.......Nn)
He smiled at me lovingly, and I suddenly felt shy and looked away.
Kate: "....You see through everything. Is there something William doesn't know?"
William: "Of course."
Kate: "Like?"
William: "Like....."Why do you like to ask so many questions?"
Kate: "......Do you dislike it?"
William: "Haven't I already answered that question before?"
William bends down and slowly whispered into my ear.
William: "I don't dislike it. In fact, quite the opposite."
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William: "I don't dislike it. In fact, quite the opposite."
Kate: "....Mm."
My heart jumped and I stopped breathing for a moment.
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What do you mean by 'quite the opposite'?
Say no more.
I'm glad.
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Kate: "I see. I'm glad."
(What, what am I saying?)
William: "Ahahaha!"
(I don't know what's wrong with me, I can't pass if off like I did before...)
(It's the kind of thing William would probably say to anyone...But I'm still happy)
William looked at me with amusement as I desperately tried to keep my composure.
I am frustrated that this attitude seems to affirm my expectations.
(If he keeps saying things like 'I like you' or 'I'm glad you're happy' to.....anyone)
(Then just like me.....)
Then my heart will keep on rolling towards him before I can have a reason to catch it.
William: "Let's go then."
...............
Kate: "The Royal Hospital....in such a magnificent place?"
Holding a bouquet of sympathy flowers, I visited a large hospital with several towering wards.
William: "Yeah, I was hoping for some kind of temporary luxury for the people I ran into on my Crown assignment who couldn't get back to their daily routine right away."
William: "The most convenient place to set up such a special ward was in the Royal Hospital, where Her Majesty's authority extends."
(I see....)
Kate: "Did William, by any chance, create it? That special ward?"
William: "Mmhm. I did it for me."
As we walked the long path to the entrance, William carefully explains.
William: "It takes time for those who have been oppressed, deprived of their will, lost or forgotten their self-esteem, to regain their identity."
William: "There's not enough room in the city of London to wait for that."
Kate: "Why is it necessary for you to help....victims get themselves back on track?"
William: "Because I like to see people act as their own masters."
Kate: "Act as their own masters....?"
William: "It's about facing your desires, being prepared to accept the consequences, and following through."
William: "Just as you said 'I want to help' and stood with the little girl in your arms."
Just as the sun shines through the clouds, the shadow of the hospital falls at our feet.
At the border between sun and shade, William stopped once.
William: "There's a lot of fear involved in wanting to do what you want and having to pick and choose among so many options."
William: "Whether happiness awaits you or misfortune awaits you...."
William: "You can't blame anyone for the consequences of the choices you make and want to make."
Slowly, William's black leather shoes step across the boundary into the shadows.
William: "......That's why the moment you're about to step out is so beautiful."
William: " I want to see the moment when the desire after the conflict is vividly revealed."
William: "There is no reason. It's just my instinctive craving."
William's eyes, as if remembering something, are feverish as if mesmerized.
It was much like the heat I felt in William's eyes at that workhouse.
William: "In other words, I give sick people proper treatment, food, clothing, shelter, and time to think."
William: "I appreciate the way they choose how they will live their lives in the future."
Kate: "....I don't know how the patients feel about it."
Kate: "The return you seek is also what they want."
It is the freedom to choose, of one's own volition, not to be trampled on by anyone.
Kate: "You talk as if you are forcing me to do an equivalent exchange, but it seems to me that you are just giving."
William: "....If that's how you see it, then maybe you're right."
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William identified himself at the reception desk and the director greeted us.
The patients brought in last night all seemed to have very severe symptoms.
It was going to take some time before we are allowed to visit them.
Kate: "Um...I'd like to put this bouquet in the patient's room."
Director: "Oh my.....thank you very much. We'll make sure they receive it."
Kate: "......Thank you."
Director: "But....I am surprised that the Count would talk about that ward in public."
Upon receiving the bouquet the Director looked at me with interest from behind his glasses.
William: "She's special. There is no problem with her being known. If necessary, I can show you a letter from Her Majesty."
Director: "No no. I am sure that Her Majesty the Queen will not deny what you are doing."
(Does the Director know about the Crown....or is he an endorsing collaborator who agrees with William's ideals?)
In any case, I can see that he seems to be building a trusting relationship with William.
William entrusted him with the people he helped. That alone seemed to me to be enough to make it unnecessary for me to be vigilant.
Director: "More importantly.....Count, a patient who is about to be discharged from the hospital has asked to speak with the person who helped her for the last time."
William: "Oh, her. I don't mind, but our conversation will be through the door as usual, right?"
(Through the door.....?)
........
As we walked through the corridors of the special ward, I heard that the girl was the victim of a human trafficking case that William had solved.
When he rescued her, she was locked in a cage, though she never saw William's face.
She wants to talk to him because she has heard him decry the killer.
Kate: "Why do you only talk to them through the door?"
William: "The more you get involved, the greater the need to keep your mouth shut."
William: "I don't bother to let people know who I am if they haven't seen my face."
Kate: ".......But, don't you want to see them step out?"
(I guess you can't see them directly through the door....)
William: "I'm happy as long as I get to watch them fly away from the ward."
William: "You can see its beauty in profile from a distance or....also through a door."
A knock on the hospital room door and the director enters.
Director's voice: "Your King has arrived."
The director's calm voice is followed by light footsteps approaching the door.
Kate: "King?"
William: "That's the nickname she gave me because I was giving orders to her captor. 'The King."
Kate: "Fufu....."
Girl's voice: "Um....are you there?"
William: "Yes. Hello. I heard you're going to be discharged soon. I'm happy for you."
William answered firmly to the modest but earnest voice that flew in from the other side of the door.
Girl's voice: "T-Thank you for coming.....I'm feeling better now. I also had a nice dream."
William: "I'm glad. What did you dream?"
Girl's voice: "I saw a dream where I was growing flowers.....so I decided when I leave here.....I want to grow flowers."
Girl's voice: "I never want to back to that aunt and uncle."
Her words, full of determination echoed heavily in my heart.
(Ah.....it's true. Even through the door, I can tell)
(That this child can stand and walk.....by herself as her own master when she leaves the nest from this hospital)
William: "...That's a nice wish."
Just accepting that commitment, as William always does with me.
He laughed softly like rain in spring.
Girl's voice: "Also! .....If I recognize your voice on the street, may I give you a flower?...........just one.........if you don't mind?"
William: ".....These words alone are more than enough for me."
Girl's voice: "..................I see. Okay......Umm....."
William: "Hm?"
Girl's voice: ".......................thank you."
The girl's voice was a little wet with tears.
William: "Yeah. Take care of yourself. I wish you all the happiness in the world ahead."
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Kate: "......."
William: "You don't look happy."
Kate: "....You. You saved a lot of people. Not just last night, but all this time."
Kate: "But no one who is saved knows you."
Not even a single flower reaches him.
(Someday, I'll have to say goodbye to William like that too.....)
(William even listened to the voices in my heart that I was killing.....and set me free)
Without William, I could not have even brought the flowers here like this.
I'm sure he did the same with the girl, the other patients, and the people he met at the 'tea party'.
(Also....)
(Why wouldn't William accept the desire to give something back?)
He just gives and gives and gives and that makes me frustrated.
William: "I'm not some kind-hearted philanthropist."
William: "Not even a righteous man like your favorite, Brian."
Kate: "....I know that."
William: "All I want is for my loved ones to be able to live the life they want."
William: "For what I want to protect, I kill those who harm it."
William: "What we are doing is no different than a butterfly. It's a 'selection of life."
William's blood-colored eyes stare at me.
It was like a beautifully crystallized jewel, frozen in cold resolve.
William: "But even if it were a sin, I wouldn't be my master if I didn't."
William: "The power that can only be described as 'evil', is born with the ability to twist people's wills.......and take away their freedom."
William: "I decided to use it to carry out my self-righteousness."
William: "That ward is my self-righteous box garden. You can laugh at me as if I were an arrogant god."
Kate: ".....I won't laugh."
Kate: "I suppose that when the day comes for us to part, I too will wish......to give you flowers."
William: "Fufu, oh yeah?"
A gruesome death to those who trample freedom and will.
For the oppressed and voiceless, they are loved like a benevolent rain.
Dangerous and frightening, kind and forgiving. His conflicting components lived together without contradiction.
(The power to subvert the will of man and take away his freedom....is a power that can only be described as 'evil')
One can't help but feel the cruelty of luck that William, a man who respects free will and choice, was born with such power.
Kate: "What was it.....that made you decide to use that power?"
William: "Looks like Kate has more questions that usual, today."
Kate: "Because you have a lot of mysteries."
William: "I want you to say, 'unraveling fun."
I make firm eye contact with him to keep him from going up in smoke.
Kate: "......You exposed your heart, and keep no secrets to yourself."
William: "Hahaha! You're being very bullish."
William: "You're not the same person you were yesterday."
Kate: "I am a noble, greedy, gentle, and strong person like you said."
William: "Fufu..Hahaha....that's right."
I'm miffed when William chuckles in a funny way.
(......Even though you said so)
William: "You've got a cute sulky face, you know that?"
When he caught a carriage, William smirked.
William: "Come, I'll tell you an old boring tale. I'll make it short."
Chapter 10
#ikemen series#ikemen villain#ikemen villains#otome#cybird#cybird ikemen#cybird otome#ikemen villains william#ikemen mc
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the joys of being a masculine trans man
Today, sometime around 9:30 pm, I had an epiphany. Maybe I finally found the joy of being trans. I'd always heard people say it, but I thought it was bullshit. Until today, being trans had caused me nothing but misery and fury. If you asked me anytime before today, April 3rd, 2024, at 9:30 pm pst, whether or not I liked being trans, it would have been a hard no.
I have prom coming up. I'm going to the prom at the school I would have gone to if I'd stayed in my middle school's town. I know a lot of people there, and three of the people at that school are the only hope I used to have when I was 14 and 15, still figuring myself and the world out. Don't get me wrong, I still am, but I was so unhappy back then, and they offered me unlimited comfort. Anyway! I'm going to prom with them and I was kind of excited about it. I'd been having a hard time getting myself to be excited about anything lately. I told my parents I needed a suit for prom and they asked if I could wear something I already had. I said no. All I have are two blazers from the women's section that I got in 2021, one red and one gray, which are incredibly comfortable and nice but they were from a time when I wasn't allowed to shop in the men's or boy's section, and another 3-piece suit which is a bit too large for me that my ex-girlfriend (who's trans) gave to me because I would enjoy it far more than she ever did. I'd also borrowed a blazer from a friend, and again, while it was wonderful, it was also from the women's section. I wanted something new, something that I picked, something that fit me and made me feel okay. So, we started looking for one.
My dad and I went to the mall two days ago to try and look for a suit, but they were either really expensive, or just not my size. Then, my mom told me to look for it online and have my dad pick it up on the way back home from work. I did that. I ordered a gray blazer and dark blue dress pants from the boy's section. My dad got them home. I tried them on. I loved it more than I had ever loved any piece of clothing before. My dad was so encouraging about making sure I looked good and he kept suggesting different variations I could try of the outfit. After a whole hour of trying on different shirts under the blazer and showing my mom and having her feedback on it, I went to go change. Then my dad called me, saying "don't change! wear your blazer!" and asked me to move the trash bins into our backyard because it's extremely windy and they were being knocked over (also because HOA hates when trash bins are left out apparently). So I went to do that.
And I was walking down the driveway with the wind blowing in my hair, I thought Wait. Is this what they mean by the "joy of being trans?" Earlier, I couldn't stop staring at myself in the mirror because I looked so fucking handsome it was UNBELIEVABLE. My smile didn't feel ugly, my hair didn't feel shabby, my entire body didn't feel like a mistake. And now, in the wind, dragging the landfill bin behind me, I felt happy with being trans.
I don't care if others don't see me as a man. The mirror sees me as a man. That's all that matters. The sheer happiness I felt wearing a suit that wasn't someone else's or from the women's section or too big or not mine was crazy, Suddenly, my short height, my high-pitched voice that no matter how deep I try to make it still gets me misgendered, and my un-muscular body didn't matter. I WAS IN A FUCKING SUIT THAT I LIKED THAT FIT ME THAT WAS FROM THE BOYS SECTION THAT MY PARENTS ALSO LIKED THAT KEPT ME WARM IN THE WIND. I was smiling like a maniac on the way to the backyard.
I'm sure this experience doesn't just happen to masculine trans men. Maybe you're a cis man reading this and you're short, have a high-pitched voice, and aren't jacked up. I see you, and I know how isolating it can feel to be the way you are, no matter how hard you try. I've tried working out to get muscles. I can't gain weight easily. I'm literally 5'1'' and 90 pounds. I hate it. But who cares! I have a suit that's sexier than sex!
I love being masculine. That's something you won't hear people say often because masculinity is demonized because it was always weaponized in the past (and still is). But I'm not all of those men. I'm my own man and I choose to love and embrace masculinity. What is masculinity anyway???? Is it suits? Is it being built? Is it having a deep voice? Is it having a beard? Is it being tall? Is it doing taxing manual labor? No! It's none of those things objectively, not even the suits. I've said this before and I'll continue saying it, if wearing dresses or skirts or doing makeup makes you feel masculine or is your definition of masculinity, hell yeah! Go for it! To me, masculinity is home. It's looking at myself and smiling because I look good. It's wearing a suit and feeling warm and cozy and ready to do anything. It's having a better relationship with my parents because we're all trying our best. It's being daring and taking risks just because I want to. Femininity couldn't give me any of this.
Especially in a time like now, where no trans space is safe from discussions of the happenings of the world, the world where people want to erase us because they think we're a threat. The fact that people are afraid of us is astonishing. But we persevere, we wear our suits or dresses or overalls or corsets or fishnets or khakis or hoodies and we pursue happiness because it's comforting to think that it exists for us. And it does. If someone like me could find euphoria in being trans, anyone can.
But yeah, in conclusion, the joy of being a masculine trans man is trying on your prom suit with the wind blowing 18 miles per hour in your hair and feeling alive and manly masculine male >:)
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idk if u remember string cheese anon but hi, it's me
honestly I might just send asks occasionally when I do mundane things that I think rocket would have interesting reactions to because I'm bored :P
I think he'd find coloring books really weird at first but then secretly do urs when u aren't looking (and if he's anything like me, he would see one of those "adult" ones that's needlessly complicated with the patterns and despise it for doing too much, but maybe he wants it to be complicated. it's overwhelming for me tho lmao)
ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ STRING CHEESE NONNIE. how could i possibly forget you? please. you inspired some of my most delightful imaginings in the last few weeks and i am grateful for your presence in my asks!
no pressure but if you DO decide to send mundane things you think rocket would have an interest in, i would be eternally delighted
as you know, of course, rocket didn't really get a childhood. even the lovely memories he might've had playing tag with lylla & teefs & floor are more bittersweet than nostalgic. so when you tell him that coloring is relaxing and meditative and that it reminds you of being a little kid, he just blinks at you, and scoffs, and goes about his day.
but he pays attention. he watches you. and you seem to really enjoy it. and rocket doesn't like to miss out, so after you go to bed one night, he flips through your coloring book and opens your box of crayons.
they smell weird. waxy. he likes the feel of the fibrous paper wrappers under his fingers, though.
maybe if he had torn out the pages he'd ended up coloring, you wouldn't have noticed his additions so quickly. or if he'd just been more normal about his coloring. but rocket's style is too meticulous. unique. the colors he chooses don't always make sense - how d'you know? you ain't been around the universe long enough yet to say what's weird an' what's not, he reminds you smugly when you confront him. on the other hand, you realize that you have no idea what the high evolutionary did to his eyes. maybe he still can't see red - or maybe he sees more colors than a terran human like yourself could even dream of. either way, each stroke of color is deliberately applied.
in fact, rocket's probably one of those people who adds more detail into the pictures: makes the boring humans look like other lifeforms he met once, or changes their clothes to reflect something he saw one time on a space station out in the lumyra system. i imagine he's actually really good at drawing in a particular, precise sort of way - he maybe hasn't consumed a lot of narrative or conceptual art, but he can glance at a mechanical diagram and flawlessly recreate it years later.
in any case, he's realized you're right. there's something relaxing about it - pulling color out across a soft sheet of paper. changing it. making something of it. it's liberating. it's freeing. he can do whatever he wants. go wherever he wants. he particularly likes it when you bring out older coloring books - the waxy smell has grown on him, combined with the scent of the shabby-soft, faded paper. he likes the simpler images over the more complex ones, too - but mostly because it leaves him more room to create what he wants on the page.
next time mantis stops by, she brings some coloring books that quill had sent along from terra. you and rocket pour over them, exploring each page. after he's done with captain-shit for the night, he takes a break from the new ship he's been building to sit with you and color in the common area.
it ain't like being a kid again, he tells you one night, thoughtfully.
you blink over at him. what?
coloring, he says. it ain't like being a kid again.
you wait, looking over at him while he thoughtfully selects another crayon.
being a kid was bein in a cage, he tells you quietly, turning his eyes back to his page and pressing the waxy tip into the paper. he doesn't look up.
this is like flyin.
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Sunset Died - Pauline
Pauline found it difficult to pack her backpack. But she knows that she is the one who got herself into this situation. Even if unintentionally. Pregnant, alone and with only a handful of luggage. "Morgana said if I had problems, I could come to her...but I don't think there would be room for me there. Hh, where else can I go?".
It felt like there was no end to the day. She visited Morgana and told her everything. But unfortunately she couldn't give her shelter, it would have been too cramped with one more person. So she would have to continue her search… She was tired and hungry… And surprised. "Zelda, is that you?".
"Pauline? Hey, long time no see...". Pauline was very surprised. "What's happened, are you living here now?"/ "Oh, don't ask. Yes, hn, and tomorrow I'm sure I'll have the sore muscles of my life. You wouldn't believe how much I've done here in the last two days. And all the things I've found... Wait... Oh man, finally finished, another secure line, great".
Pauline put down her backsack. "Actually, there's a simple explanation for this. It could have been so nice with Gobias, but I didn't get on with Susan at all. And you're not just walking around with a backsack and a depressed look on your face for no reason, are you?"/ "Oh Zelda, I…"/ "ooh, someone's hungry… come in, I'll make us something to eat and then you can tell me what's going on"
"You really did all that on your own? There was almost nothing here but a ruin"/ "Yes, but only almost… Hey, but don't expect a luxury apartment inside, okay?"/ "I don't care what it looks like inside, the main thing is that I can sit down first, my legs hurt…"/ "hey, you're not 60 yet…"/ "No… Not that".
Pauline quickly noticed that it was pleasantly warm inside the house. There was an old rusty fireplace in the room, but it wasn't broken and it smelled pleasantly of the wood that was slowly burning. "So, be honest"/ "a bit shabby, but clean..."/ "I like shabby, but still chic, shabby chic, hnhn. Is salad okay for now?"/ "h-hh, mhm".
Pauline would have preferred to eat something really good again, but at the moment she didn't really care what was on her plate, she was really hungry. "Where did you get these pretty figures?"/ "Found them... As I said, I've found a few things recently. ".
While Zelda prepared the food, Pauline looked at the little figures in silence. She knew that Zelda loved kitschy things, playful things. And she had to smile... "So, what happened, sweetie? Stress with Xander? You're together, I heard?"/ "Yeah, n-no... I was... With him and... With Hank..."/ "With both?? Oh, wow, Pauline, hnhn".
"it's actually not funny at all, you know? I…I thought it might work, but instead I lied to myself and hurt them both"/ "hmm, well, they're men, they'll get over it"/ "surely not so fast, because…one of them is going to be a dad"/ "oh, congratulations, then…ouch! Wait… Are YOU pregnant??"…
"mhm… Yes, I am… And…". Zelda dropped the knife on the chopping board. Then she turned to her and squealed with delight. "I can't believe it, Pauline, you're really having a baby?". Pauline had to smile a little at her reaction. "Yes, but please don't make a big deal out of it, okay? I…"/ "h-h, oh man, oh man, that's really unbelievable sorry, but I… I'm just happy for you… Aren't you happy?". Pauline shrugged her shoulders a little.
Zelda only had to look at her face to realize that something more must have happened. Pauline's eyes filled with tears. "oh… Come here, hm. You don't know which of them is the father of your baby"/ "I have a suspicions, but I don't really know, no. And Xander, he… He kicked me out"/ "What? Oh man."
Pauline slowly pulled away from the hug "He was really mad, Zelda. I betrayed him and now this… I'm really bad, aren't I?"/ "Oh, no, you're not bad, just… Just always very quickly very much in love. But I know how you feel, o.k.? Hey, if you want, you can stay here for a while, all right? And… for your current state, I'll even offer you my bed, I've still got a sleeping bag"/"h-hh, Oh you… Thanks"/"not for that… Oh man, a bahaaby!".
After the salad was ready, they both took a plate and sat down at the table. Zelda could tell that it really wasn't easy for her at the moment. "But you… You want to keep the baby, don't you?". Pauline looked at her and smiled. "Sure… it's not it's fault. I didn't want children before… But now that I know it already exists… I like the thought. But… I'll be alone with him…or her"/ "oh no, you've got me, I'm the cool Auntie Zelda".
Pauline had to smile a little again. Zelda is indeed a good aunt, at least to her nephew and niece. She is very sorry that she no longer lives under the same roof as them. But luckily they can still visit each other. "the salad is really good, thank you"/ "there'll be meat soon, I've been practicing hunting with VJ"/ "Oh, really?".
"Mhm. there are some wild animals that have come back… We've already made a plan, nobody shoots more than one animal a week and we have to watch out for the season, when they have their young etc…."/ "I know my 'young' certainly won't be hunted.
Don't you have a sink?"/ "I have to plug it in first, sorry, but there's a pump with a bucket outside".
Pauline went outside to wash the dishes. "oh man, that's really primitive... But also kind of funny. She did everything by herself... and what can I do? Drive men crazy, drive myself crazy... I hope I don't have a crazy baby".
"and I can really sleep in your bed? I don't want to be a burden on you, Zelda"/ "you have the more difficult circumstances, and I have enough space. don't worry about it, okay?"/ "mhm. Let's go to sleep then, baby... I'm so tired".
The first night alone, well, not quite. After all, Pauline now has a baby under her heart and she can stay with her friend for a while. They've known each other for a while, and they also have something in common. Both are half-Asian. And they certainly have common interests. We'll see how things go from here.
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INTJ Stereotypes Survey
Just for the fun of it. I've seen this going around a few places and decided to throw my answers into the mix. This is a long post, so read under the cut:
Socially Awkward - Yes. Horribly. Even around people I know decently well, I tend to fumble my words and have weird bodily cues. I've been asked on more than one occasion at in-person jobs why I "do that". It's somewhat embarrassing and makes the social awkwardness even worse.
Really Good at One or Two Oddly-Specific Things - Yep. Those two things would probably be writing and music.
STEM Nerd - I wish. I've always been fascinated by science and would have chosen a career in a scientific field had I not been cursed with dyscalculia.
Morbid Fascinations - Hey, only I know the contents of my browser history and I'm going to keep it that way 😏
Lots of Alone Time - Definitely. I wear out easily if I have to be around people or talk on the phone for too long.
Good at School - Yes and no. There was a time in my life when my grades were suffering and that was largely due to depression, and as mentioned, I have dyscalculia so my GPA suffered as an undergrad due to having to repeat so many math courses. Concerning the last math class I had to take in college, I went to the math lab every day for tutoring and to study a week before finals. The final still took me 2 1/2 hours to complete and I was crying throughout. I barely passed the course with a D.
Unemotional - Somewhat, I guess? I have emotions, but they're not dramatic or overexaggerated like a lot of peoples', and definitely not fitting to the female/non-male stereotype.
High IQ - I took the IQ test twice - the first time gave me 123 and the second time gave me 117. I don't think either of those numbers are too shabby.
Very Strong Political Opinions - Hoooo boy, yes. This is doubly so if you get a few drinks in me. I nearly derailed a work party once for ranting about a Conservative coworker's idiotic scare tactic posts about Syrian refugees. So many visibly uncomfortable people.
Very Strong Religious Opinions - Somewhat. I'm mostly agnostic but I'm definitely not a fan of organized religion dictating what others can and can't do with their lives.
Facts Over Feelings - Yes, very much so. The truth is more important than sugar-coating something.
Plans Ahead for Everything - I try to, but we live in a very unpredictable world right now that is centered on temporary fixes and intentional instability. Being a Type A person in a Type B societal system can be tiring.
Very Organized - When it comes to my work spaces, 100% yes. Everything else? I'm a little sloppy because it doesn't concern anything immediate or urgent.
Has an Existential Crisis Like Every Other Day - Hahahahahahaha....that's what a Ni-Fi loop will do to you, kids.
Nihilistic - To a degree, yes. I don't exactly gargle Nietzsche's cum or anything, but we share similar outlooks.
Money Matters - True, although I'm not super stingy like my ISTJ/ESTJ mom is. I allow more wiggle room for (responsible) fun.
Narcissistic - I don't' think I am at all, but an ex-coworker did call me a narcissist in an argument once. I told our manager and she just laughed and said "Dora, he probably doesn't even know what the word means".
Brutally Honest - Yes, and it's cost me a lot of friendships in my life. Once again, I believe in telling the truth even if it hurts.
Not Open With Romantic Feelings - I think this is one way in which I deviate most from the INTJ stereotype. When I have feelings for somebody, I play it cool, but I let the other person know that I'm interested. Having been in a relationship for 11 years, I understand the importance of romantic feelings and try to make time for my partner and I to keep those feelings alive.
Arrogant - I've been accused of being arrogant many times in the past, so maybe I am. Eh.
Black-and-White Thinking/Bad at Accepting Other Opinions - I've struggled with this in the past, but I think I'm getting better at being more open with age.
Never Smiles - I do smile, but only if I feel like it.
Hates Parties - I like parties if it's a small get-together with good friends. I'm not too big on the ones with tons of people, super loud music, drugs everywhere, etc. No ragers for me.
Self-Centered - This is a heated one for me, because my mom always called me self-centered when I was growing up as an insult. I probably am, but it's due to the fact that at times in my life, I've felt like I'm all that I have.
Offensive Memes - Yes, back when I was in my little edgelord phase. God forbid any of those ever resurface.
Aloof - I suppose? I don't know.
Probably Wants to Take Over the World - Nah. I just want to have control over my own life and my immediate surroundings.
Good With Technology - Yes, for the most part.
Good at Math - As mentioned twice before, I have dyscalculia, so no.
Good at Written Communication but Bad at Talking to People - Why the hell do you think I'm on this website so much? I've always asserted that the words I write are much louder than the words I speak.
Bad at Expressing Emotions - I can be, but once again, I think I'm getting better about it with age.
Pessimistic - I consider myself a realist, not a pessimist, although so many people tend to think someone is being pessimistic when they're just seeing the reality of a situation.
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Automata Update 8/14/23
I used to be calling these weekly updates but uh... it's been a few months since I last did one of these sooooo... can't really call it weekly, can I haha?
I've been having a rough time personally with my mental and physical health, so my writing output slowed to a near stop for a while there. Even so, we have some milestones to celebrate!
I have surpassed 100k words total, which is a big deal! And I ended up working on book 2 a bit too, which doesn't help improve my book 1 word count at all but I needed a change of pace, you know? Sometimes you gotta shake things up!
But anyway, just counting the current word count for book 1, we're at 107k words. Not too shabby!
So without further ado, here's an excerpt for you all. Even though I've been focused on book 2, this is an excerpt I wrote from book 1. Alas, nothing I've written for book 2 is free of spoilers, haha.
Anyway, thank you for sticking with me through all of this!
Everything on either end of the long rectangle that was the training room had been pushed to the side walls to maximize the length of the room. Akashi was standing with his back against the wall and staring to the side opposite him- the swords and dummies and everything else that he normally trained with had been moved. In their place was a large wooden slab, which Hyakuji had carefully painted with concentric circles.
Akashi started at those circles, focusing on the smallest circle painted at the center point of the board. It was bright red, almost iridescent in its brightness. You couldn’t miss it.
Except he had.
He looked between that circle and the hole that indicated the place his stray bullet actually struck. It was a small hole, the size of a fingernail at most, but even so it felt like he was being taunted by it.
His gaze made its way to the still-smoking gun in his hand. He had expected it to feel just as natural as one of the swords, just another extension of his arm, but it had taken intense focus just to get his index finger to pull the trigger. And the bullet had gone so wide that it landed outside of even the largest circle.
It was lucky that Hyakuji had something keeping him busy, because if he’d been there and seen that embarrassing attempt, Akashi would never live it down.
He glanced to his side.
Unfortunately, he was unlucky enough that his present audience might be even worse than Hyakuji.
“Sorry, Keikan-sama. I’ll... I’ll try that again.”
She didn’t say a word. Her eyes hadn’t moved from that target once.
Right. It was better that he kept his mouth shut.
He stared down that dark black gun barrel again, adjusting the grip in his hand. It didn’t feel right, as if he was holding it wrong. But Masami had shown him exactly how to wield it, and she’d shown him again, and even a third time, and-
He shook his head. No, he was holding it right. If he wasn’t, she would have said something. Just like the last time.
He kept staring at it. Why did it feel so alien? Like he was looking at it for the first time? They had been at this for forty-five minutes- half of which had probably been spent just now in this deep contemplation- so why was he still so flabbergasted by this thing? He kept getting lost in the steps, despite how easy Masami kept insisting they were, and in all this time, this single wide shot was the only one he’d managed to make.
Well, at least he’d made it onto the board.
He would do better this next time. He had to. He raised the gun to make another attempt, but he froze moments after bringing his arm up perpendicular to his body.
A long moment of silence passed. She’d done an admirable job of keeping her tongue bitten until now, but finally Masami couldn’t keep that silence up any longer. “What are you waiting for?”
She was going to kill him. “What is the first step, again?”
She sighed. “Cock. The. Gun.”
“Right, right. Okay.” Yes, that had been it. He remembered now- she’d said the same thing before. Now to remember what it meant…
Another eternity of silence. Masami's shoulders were tense. “Do I need to come over there and-?”
“N-no, Keikan-sama, I’ve got this,” he said, hoping he’d managed to sound convincing. Hoping she didn’t hear the shake in his voice.
He glanced back down at the gun. He couldn’t remember which of the… ‘latches’ was the one he needed to pull to cock the gun, but there were only two of them, he realized, so he had a 50-50 chance of guessing right. He stretched up his thumb and flicked the metal bit that stuck up out of the back of the barrel down, which gave him some slight resistance and made a heavy ‘click’ sound.
He eyed Masami. Her shoulders were still tense. He wasn’t sure if he’d guessed right or not.
There was only one other thing to try. The other metal piece, which his index finger was curled overtop of, was his only other option. He tightened his finger around it, drawing it in closer to the-
He fired.
He hadn’t meant to fire.
He looked up at the board again, hoping that maybe by accident he’d lucked into a good shot, but after a few moments of searching for the new entry point he realized that this time he’d done even worse. The bullet had collided with the cinderblock wall above the board, creating a tiny crater higher than anyone down here would be able to reach in order to fix. It was going to remain a physical reminder of his terrible miss for everyone who walked in this training room.
Masami exhaled. Slowly.
“S-sorry.”
“You know what, just-“
“Please, let me try just… just one more time.”
She didn’t respond for another long moment. “Fine. Do you remember the first step?”
He opened his mouth but almost immediately closed it again. No. He didn’t. Already he couldn’t remember what he was supposed to do next.
Her eyes narrowed. She didn’t need to hear him say it.
“I’m so sorry, Keikan-sama- I- I promise that I’m trying, and I will get this, I promise I will.” He jammed the base of his palm against his forehead. Why did it just slip out? No matter how many times she said it, no matter how many demonstrations- he could see the exasperation growing on her face with each repetition, but if she could understand how frustrated he was at all of this...
“Don’t bother.”
He bolted upright. “Please, Keikan-sama, please just let me try again! I’ll- I’ll get it right this time.”
“I don’t think you will.” She pushed herself up off of the wall. “You just weren’t built for it.”
“Wh-what do you...?”
“Whoever built you, for whatever reason-” she stepped forward and plucked the gun out of his hand- “it wasn’t for this.”
He had to say something. To tell her that she was wrong. He would figure this out. But then... that didn’t exactly line up with his track record, did it? He’d been hitting a wall with reading, with hacking- and now...
Sinking. That’s what this felt like. Suddenly, his body felt like it was sinking. If she was right, if the reason he couldn’t figure this out was that it hadn’t ever been programmed into him in the first place, that meant that there was a limit to the use he could provide. That meant that there would come a time- maybe sooner than later- when they found the furthest he could go. And there was a chance that whatever that point was, it wasn’t going to be enough. Not for Masami. Not for the resistance.
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Your version if Maxiel is my fave ever I miss them
Hi Anon,
Spoilers for Blue Neighbourhood verse:
Our boys got engaged in The Blue Neighbourhood verse recently and I've written a little thing about it. (Y'all really didn't think I'd deprive you of this did you?) ((CW for mentions of death)) ((( Really starting to toy with the idea of throwing all of these into a "drabble" fic at the end of TBN series for you all, please let me know if that's something you guys would like.)))
The rings look simple. Silver with a thread of gold through the middle. Rustic, Michelle had called them when she went with Max to pick them up from the jewelers.
They do look rustic, but he knows they're perfect. Charles had assured him that they were perfect and...well, Pierre had said it was morbid, but he had said it gently and non-judgmentally so Max was letting it go.
It's tonight. He's going to ask him tonight and he can't help but pull them out of his desk drawer every few minutes and look at them, run his fingers over them gently.
Daniel is expecting it on New Year's since Max had made a big deal about them leaving their plans open. Of course, Max does have a plan for that, but it's not this.
The only person who knows it's tonight is George (and by extension Alex, but he's not mentioned it so Max is assuming they're doing that respectful thing where they pretend that the other person doesn't know things because of partner privilege or whatever).
It's tonight.
.
So, really. He might should have planned something bigger when he sits down and thinks about it. Like, really. He should have. Taken him to Vancouver or allowed Lance to book them something ridiculous and over the top.
Daniel deserves the world and Max asking him to marry him in this pizza place, just doesn't seem big enough somehow, and he -
Danny pulls up and Daniel can see his smile through the windshield of his Jeep, waving and happy. He's always so so happy to see Max and Max knows that this is right. The place they sat down together and plotted out a way to move to Denver after Max finished school. The place they always go back to even after they moved across town.
"Ya didn't have to wait on me, Maxy." Daniel says, walking over to him, bouncing a little bit to warm himself up - jacket discarded in the car like an idiot.
Max pulls his hand out of his pocket, careful not to jostle the ring box too much, and holds it out to Danny, grasping his hand and bringing it up to press a kiss to his freezing fingertips. "Always waiting on you."
Daniel pulls his hand back, but steps into Max's space, tilting his lips up to kiss him. "But we could have pizza right now instead of still standing on the sidewalk like idiots."
Max huffs, pulling him along and into the warmth of the building. It's a shabby place, booths of cracked plastic and low light due to the stained glass lamps hanging above every table. The place smells like bread and melty cheese and something that can really only be described as burnt, but it's damn good and it's always packed.
Max didn't do anything obvious like call ahead, so they have to stand in the doorway for 20 minutes, turning into each other and laughing every time the door opens and a gush of air whirls in around them. "Fuck, it's cold." Daniel whines, putting his head on Max's shoulder. "And don't say anything about my coat."
Max just wraps one arm around his waist, kissing his head. He loves him. He's going to marry him.
They get a booth in the back room, Max taking his coat off now that they're warm-ish and throwing it into the booth before they sit down. Daniel orders them a pizza and a salad and two coke's and Max feels like he's vibrating out of his skin. He knows Daniel will say yes. Of course, Daniel will say yes.
"You good?" Daniel asks him, head tilted.
Max taps his head and nods. A show that he's just thinking about things. Daniel lets it go and starts to talk instead.
Max should have...done more. He should have made this a whole ordeal with flowers and family. Their salad comes and Daniel starts pushing all the purple onions over to Max's side of the plate while he continues talking and only stops his story to offer Max a paper napkin and a fork.
Daniel smiles at him, teeth on display, "Hey," he whispers, leaning in like they're sharing a secret. "I love you, Maxy. Thanks for suggesting this tonight. I...needed it."
Max...Max dives for his coat, extracting the ring from his pocket as quickly as he can, setting it beside the salad plate, eyes set on Daniel's face as the smile slips away.
"Max -" Daniel says his name firmly.
Max kind of nudges the box towards him and Daniel reaches out for it, hand trembling.
"I cannot believe you -" Daniel picks up the box, popping the lid, staring at the two rings before flicking his gaze up at Max. "I assumed New Year's."
"I know." Max nods.
Max can hear how carefully Daniel is speaking. "This is the place you told me you wanted to move to Denver."
"And now it's the place where I'm asking you to marry me."
Daniel smiles, passing the box back over the table, "Ask me then."
Max clears his throat, making a show of sliding the salad plate out of the way, leaning over the table as far as he can. He picks Daniel's ring up and holds it up. "I'll save the poetry for the wedding vows, but you have to know that it's been you and it'll always be you. Fate might have brought you to me, but you and I keep picking each other and I mean to do that every single day for the rest of my life."
He holds the ring out.
"That's still not a question, Maxy."
Max groans and puts his forehead directly on the table, revelling in the way Danny laughs, but when he sits back up he asks, "Will you marry me, Daniel?"
"You fucking bet I will." Danny says gently, holding his hand out for the ring.
Max is sliding it on when their server tries to bring their pizza and Daniel puts his arms across the table, "Jess, darling." He says. "You need to go put that in a box. We'll be up to pay our check, but this idiot just asked me to marry him and we have to go."
"Danny!" Max laughs, but Daniel shrugs and then he leans all the way over the table and kisses Max breathless.
"I love you forever." He says when he pulls away. "I love you forever."
.
They don't pay for the pizza (because it turns out getting engaged in a restaurant makes people mushy) and they end up having to part at their cars to drive home even though Danny gets a little teary about it and they eat cold pizza in bites of one or two at a time between the two hours of phone calls they make when they get back to their apartment.
Max had...thought this might go differently. More time to relax into each other, maybe? Less time promising everyone they've ever met that they will not elope and will have a wedding and yes, they love them too.
Daniel is stretched out on his chest, left hands clasped out to the side. Max can see he's staring at them.
He muscles his way into a sitting position - jostling Max nearly to death.
"Ok," he demands, tapping a finger on his ring. "There's something wildly romantic about this. So. Out with it."
Max doesn't know quite how to tell him this - perhaps should have saved it for a wedding ring - should have given Danny time to prepare or say no.
Max picks up Danny's hand from his chest, kissing the ring, chest full of so much love and devotion that he thinks it might actually kill him. "The gold. I got it from Charles."
"From Charles?" Daniel's voice goes high in question.
Max kisses his ring knuckle. "The chain from - the chain from the necklace Jules wore. His mom had it melted down and she gave it to Charles to use for anything he wanted and we -"
Daniel rips his hand away from Max's so he can cover his face, whole body shaking.
Max has to really muscle them around so he can sit up and hold Daniel to his chest. "I just thought...we always say that he's the person who brought you to me so it felt -"
"You're literally the worst, most romantic, awful man that has ever existed and I love you so much."
Max has to bite down on his bottom lip to keep from laughing. "I know, schatzi."
"Who gave you the right?" Daniel heaves, pressing himself into Max as far as he can.
"I think you did actually. When you tried to propose to me in the middle of Arizona."
Daniel starts shaking in laughter now. "I love you so much, oh my god. I planned on sex, but now I'm snotty."
Max cups Daniel's face in his hands, pulling it up so he can look at him. "I love you. I'm so happy, Danny. I'm so happy you just have no idea."
"I do have an idea actually." Danny sniffs. "Ok, there will still be sex. Because you only get engaged once and I'd like that, so to the bedroom, Mr. Verstappen-Ricciardo."
Max's chest clenches, but he's trying to shuffle Daniel back far enough on his knees so he can stand up with him from the couch.
"I was just trying that out, but damn that sounds good. Or should be go Ricciardo-Verstappen? Do you think it matters?"
"Actually," Max clears his throat and then grunts, picking Daniel up. "I was thinking we would just go with...Ricciardo." Daniel unwraps his legs from Max's waist and he drops down to the ground.
It's silent. Max isn't looking at him. Daniel cups his face now, forcing him to look at his face. "I'm going to love you forever." Daniel says it slowly - making sure Max hears each syllable.
Yeah, they're going to do this forever.
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