tl;dr with everything that's been going on with tumblr right now, i thought real hard about it and made the decision to move all my writing into a sideblog where i have more control over my original content. if you want to come along, i'd love to have you over at @solarstranger!
that said and moving forward, this account (i.e., @freedomfellow) will be mainly for interactions and dash curation.
in all honesty, this is truly a pain in the ass (because i just moved blogs last may and i'll have to repost my works again as i like to have them all in one place) but i figured doing this transfer is the lesser evil vs. the possibility of having everything i have eradicated without warning and with no means for me to retrieve them.
itâs necessary to fight back against adult content bans obviously because it leads to queer bans, but also, you cannot forget that we must fight back against these bans because adults have the right to make and enjoy adult content. no credit card company has the right to censor what we look at. yes, this includes the âproblematic kinksâ and stuff you think is gross and bad. just as we deserve to be openly queer online, we deserve to enjoy adult content without fear of total censorship, and itâs absurd how few places there are to do that online nowadays
i love the phrase 'i dont go here but...' like you're so in awe of my work you have decided to trespass into a fandom you dont belong to just to appreciate it. i love everyone who doesn't go here
Would he actually like someone like me? Would he actually think I'm pretty? Would he actually stay interested in me when other more beautiful people exist? Would he actually yearn for me? Would heâSHUT UP. YES. FOR FUCKS SAKE YES. HIS HEART ACHES SO BAD OVER YOU. HES CRUMPLED UP ON HIS SIDE IN BED AND ACCIDENTALLY GAVE HIMSELF A BONER THINKING OF YOU.
Hate it when you have An Appointment in a few days and you're like well now I have no time to do anything at all because there is An Appointment in my future
dilucâs infatuation with you begins at the angelâs share.
itâs the last day of the work week, shopkeepers and knights and civilians alike gathered at the tavern to unwind and socialize. diluc knows everyone here by name, whether itâs through his winery business or his under-the-table reports.
he responds to kaeyaâs greeting with a grunt and a jerk of his head towards a table at the far side of the tavern. heâs soon joined by eula, and diluc sends charles over with a couple of bottles of wine, noting them on his brotherâs tab.
all his regulars are now accounted for, the evening rush dying down as everyone nurses their drinks. heâs about to head into the back office to escape the din of the bar when the bell above the entrance draws his attention.
dilucâs not naive. he knows attraction. knows he instantly feels it for you and perhaps something a little more complicated the moment you step into the tavernâs haze of cigar smoke and lantern lights and meet his gaze. but just as you open your mouth, already curved into a smile, kaeya calls you over.
you smile a little apologetically, your gaze dipping to the floor before you walk over.
âyou heading into the back, boss?â charles asks, drawing diluc out of whatever stupor had overtaken him. âeveryoneâs settled. we should be alright now.â
kaeya has an arm around your shoulders, whispering something in your ear that makes you roll your eyes and shove his chest playfully.
âIâll help out for a bit longer,â diluc says before he can stop himself.
he stays longer than he intends to. pours liquor and mixes drinks and wipes down the bar top. he works until the night winds down and people are beginning to trickle out, warm and laughing and stumbling out into the night.
eula leaves first, and kaeyaâs doing what he does best; holding your attention hostage with cheap party tricks. he flips a coin between his fingers with a flourish, smiling slyly as he presses it into your palm, and in the same motion turns your hand over to press a kiss to your knuckles.
jealousy dampens the warm feeling in dilucâs stomach as he polishes the highball glass a third time. he looks away before he can see your reaction, the inevitable swooning that means youâll become another one of his brotherâs paramors. he turns to put the glass on the shelf behind him, and when he glances back he sees that your seat is empty.
he looks around the tavern before fixating back on the empty seat.
âi think she went outside,â venti says from his spot at the end of the bar.
he fights valiantly to keep his expression blank as he asks, âwho?â
diluc grits his teeth, slightly miffed. âwellâ"
but the bardâs not done. âaaand iâm a lot smarter than i look, you know?â
âgood for you.â
then the bard leans in, mischievous. âso you should trust me when i say you should go out there, before you miss your chance.â
diluc glares at him, more defensive than anything. he hates losing control of himself like this, hates letting other people read him so easily.
âyouâre cut off.â he snaps at the bard. then, âlock up for me, charles.â he walks out as he hears the bartender announce last call.
for the second time tonight, diluc makes a decision. he walks around the bar, across the floor, and out the door.
to do what, exactly, heâs not really sure. but his stride slows when he sees you standing outside. youâre rubbing your arms, and diluc is suddenly sliding his coat off and speaking his first word to you.
âhere,â he says.
you look shocked. âoh, i couldnât ask you to.â
diluc sighs, stepping forward and fixing it over your shoulders. âi insist.â
archons, your smile is beautiful.
his thoughts are embarrassing, heâs embarrassing, and though he hadnât spoken it out loud, his cheeks flush and he turns away as you give him your thanks.
âgood night, missâŠâ
you tell him your name and he repeats it, savouring the way it rolls off his tongue and already committing tomorrowâs activities to finding out everything he can about you.
you hug the jacket around you frame. âand to who am i returning this lovely coat tomorrow?â
âoh.â he just now realizes that you must. âif you return it to captain alberich, he canââ
âi could do that,â you hum. âbut iâd much rather see you again.â
his heart is pounding. heâs not used to people being soâ so forward. though he agrees that heâd much rather see you than kaeya, heâs afraid that the ineloquent man standing before you wonât live up to the power and prestige of his name.
anyone who saw diluc ragnvindr assumed that he was quite put together. his hair held back neatly, shirts always pressed, boots always shined. he was known for his punctuality and meticulous records of the wineryâs day-to-day activity.
the truth was that yes, on the outside diluc was together. but if you looked a little deeper, past the layers of his well-maintained exterior, you would see the shattered pieces of who he was meant to be, drenched in the colours of bloodshed.
but whatever hold you have on him still has him in its clutches, and he tells you anyway. heâs gone the moment you reach out and shake his hand, the cool of your palm soothing against the heat of his. for a moment heâs who he used to be, full of hope and wonder andâ and love.
