#<- no one understands my deep appreciation for that animal.

[lobster-lover]

late night bettyposting

[dollishmehrayan]

# BATBOYS WITH A CLASSIC LITERATURE LOVER ── .✦ ( batboys with a s/o who loves/majors in literature )

a/n: this is requested by my amazing @kvfkas 🫶💕, I Lowkey for some reason also love literature too but like it’s hard for me to open a new book because I’m like so busy almost everyday but anywayss && I still can’t get over that one of my record players BROKE. So I can’t play my vinyls until I buy a new one which I ordered yesterday. Tags: (batboys x classic literature lover)

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DICK GRAYSON ── .✦

Dick thinks it’s adorable how much you love classic literature. He often finds you curled up with a book that looks like it’s been through several lifetimes, the pages dog-eared and filled with your meticulous annotations.

He loves watching you get animated when you talk about your favorite books, even if he sometimes gets lost when you start referencing ancient Greek tragedies or 19th-century poetry.

“Wait, so you’re saying Achilles was in love with Patroclus? Why didn’t they just say that in school?”

If you major in classics, Dick would try to support you by attending your lectures or even helping you prep for exams. He’d quiz you on authors and historical contexts, even if he can barely pronounce some of the names.

Romantic Moments: On your birthday, he surprises you with a first edition copy of your favorite book, complete with a handwritten note tucked inside the front cover. “I don’t understand half of what’s in this book, but I know it makes you happy, so that’s all that matters.”

He’d ask you to read to him sometimes, enjoying the sound of your voice as much as the words themselves. "You make these stories sound even better, you know that?"

JASON TODD ── .✦

Jason is completely enamored with how passionate you are about classic literature. He gets it; books saved his life, too.

He finds your annotations fascinating and sometimes steals your books to read through them, not just for the story, but to get a glimpse into how your mind works.

“You think Heathcliff is a terrible person, but you still love him? Explain that one to me.” He’d genuinely love hearing your reasoning, even if it ends in a spirited debate.

If you’re majoring in classics, Jason would definitely tease you about it: “So, what, you’re gonna be the next Indiana Jones but with books?” But deep down, he’s incredibly proud of you. (He has dreams of being a literature professor)

Romantic Moments: One day, he surprises you with a day trip to a small, dusty bookstore he found, knowing it’s exactly your kind of place. “Take your time. I’ve got all day,” he says, leaning against a shelf as you lose yourself in the aisles.

He’d also write little notes on scraps of paper and leave them in your books when you’re not looking: “You’re way cooler than Jane Eyre.” “That’s a lie jason.”

TIM DRAKE ── .✦

Tim would be absolutely in awe of your love for classic literature. He’s a voracious reader himself, so he’d immediately start asking for recommendations.

He’s amazed by how thoughtful and detailed your annotations are. He’ll flip through one of your books and go, “You should publish these. People would pay good money for your insights.”

If you’re majoring in classics, Tim would make it his mission to help you however he can. Need to translate something from Latin or Greek? He’s on it. Got a big paper due? He’ll proofread it for you.

Romantic Moments: On a particularly stressful day, he sets up a cozy reading nook for you, complete with your favorite snacks and a stack of books he thought you’d like. “Figured you could use some time to unwind.”

He’d get into the habit of reading the same books as you so he can discuss them with you. “Okay, but why does everyone hate Tess of the d’Urbervilles? I think she deserved better.”

DAMIAN WAYNE ── .✦

Damian would find your love of classic literature incredibly admirable. He appreciates intellectual pursuits and sees your passion as a sign of your depth and intelligence.

He’d be the one to challenge your opinions on certain characters or themes, sparking debates that sometimes last for hours.

“I fail to see why Mr. Darcy is considered romantic. He was insufferable for most of the novel.” But he secretly loves how animated you get defending your point.

(I’m gonna age him up for this one NO NSFW THOUGH HE’S STILL A MINOR BUT JUST FOR THE SAKE OF MAJORS) If you’re majoring in classics, Damian would take great pride in your academic achievements. He’d even start reading some of the books you mention, just so he can keep up with you.

Romantic Moments: He’d commission a custom leather-bound edition of your favorite book, embossed with your initials on the cover. “For someone as remarkable as you, only the finest will suffice.”

He’d also secretly annotate one of the books you’ve been wanting him to read and leave it for you to find. His notes are sharp, insightful, and, of course, slightly snarky.

BRUCE WAYNE ── .✦

Bruce has always been a lover of knowledge, so he’d find your love for classic literature incredibly endearing.

He’d be genuinely impressed by your annotations and sometimes ask to borrow your books just to see your thoughts on them.

“You’ve given me a new perspective on The Great Gatsby,” he’d say after flipping through your copy.

If you’re majoring in classics, Bruce would offer to fund any research or study trips you need. “A visit to Greece would certainly enhance your studies. Consider it an investment.”

Romantic Moments: He’d host a quiet evening in the Wayne library, just for the two of you. The fireplace crackles softly as you sit side by side, reading and sharing passages that resonate with you.

He’d also make a habit of surprising you with rare editions of your favorite books, each one more breathtaking than the last.

[o-sunny-day]

@forgettable-au Babybones Fancomic ✨

“Keep Reading” for the rest :3 (10 Pages)

*deep breath*

you hear that?

thats the sound of AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

ok. I spent. 31 Hours of my life on this. And i dont regret. a GODAMN thing.

i will go on, but first, A N A L Y S I S

PAGE 1

The title “Radio Star” comes from the song “Video Killed The Radio Star” by The Buggles. Its lyrics I believe are absolutely perfect for this AU, Examples being “Rewritten by machine and new technology” , “We hear the playback and it seemed so long ago” , and “We cant rewind we’ve gone too far”

The title also refers to how…1, they build a radio-

and 2, Sans calls Papyrus a Star at Grillbys if you call him “uncool”

PAGE 2

Nothing to note

PAGE 3

This is the first real scene I had in mind. The entire concept came from me imagining how Sans’ memories of Wingdings got overwritten, so where in memories he’d call Wingdings by his name, he calls him Papyrus.

In an animation with audio, itd be like “Aw cmon, P A P Y R U S” and be a silly little jumpscare.

Buttttt then ofc the idea turned into a thing where I couldn’t shape it into a “fake” memory.

I wanted to play with their characters as they WERE not how they remember them being.

PAGE 4

Nothing

PAGE 5

As they travel to the barrier, Wingdings is leading, and COMPLETELY focused on his goal. Ignoring Gerson (social interaction) while Sans takes his time and looks around getting “distracted”. This exemplifies the nature of their relationship.

Them in Hotland, they’re actually right next to the lab. Taking the elevator the guards were…guarding. So Sans is looking at the lab like “hey. Hey wingdings, look, look at that building, thats so cool”

PAGE 6

At the bottom is just another example of Wingdings being deadset on his goal, while Sans is helping out but still stopping to smell the flowers

PAGE 7

This panel makes me so happy-

It works??? vs It works!!!

Wingdings doesn’t come across as the kind of guy to doubt himself, I just think he’d be shocked at himself regardless that he pulled this off. Meanwhile Sans is just thrilled 😭

PAGE 8

N/A

PAGE 9

Oh boy this is the finale of explanation.

This conversation that Asgore and Sans have. Is REALLY important to me

Asgore/everyone that isnt sans, cannot understand Wingdings. So, Sans is talking for him. It may come across as him taking all the glory or whatever, but NO. look at his dialogue boxes! they’re not blocking out WD, and he’s like “YEAH 😊 MY BROTHERS SO FUCKING COOL”

Meanwhile Asgores boxes are completely blocking WD out. He thinks Sans built it cause hes doing all the explaining, and Sans isnt getting the hint that Asgore THINKS THAT HE MADE IT its a whole thing

Wingdings appreciates Sans, but he doesn’t appreciate people thinking he did all the work-

Asgores dialogue box when asking “How did you build such a thing??” is covering Wingdings, and he’s looking at SANS. he’s asking Sans how he built it, meanwhile Sans, still not getting the clue, is looking at wingdings like “:) cmon bro, tell him, you know ill translate for you!”

PAGE 10

Sans then understands at least that Wingdings does not want to indulge this- and goes into explaining mode, as hes done it so many times before-

Sans saying “You cant understand him” instead of something like “his font is hard to understand” is important because he is putting the “blame” on you. He’s fully aware this is something Wingdings WISHES he could change about himself so badly, so he just kinda naturally changes his tone which I find really fun when writing dialogue :3

This comic, I feel is an example of how much this AU/comic series means to me-

As much as I obsess over and LOVE comics as a medium, this is the first ever I have ever properly finished. ofc there have been like 2 page ones, but YEAH this is the first BIG one i have ever finished in my entire life.

These characters- as much as they’re Tobys, they are also Sunsestarts in my opinion. The situation they are put in of JUST the font trouble alone is something i’m SO fascinated by and clearly- had the time of my LIFE writing and playing with. And thats ignoring all the other shit that happens BECAUSE of that.

Undertale is special, The Forgettable AU is SPECIAL- THESE SKELETONS ARE SPECIAL

Im on the edge of my seat waiting to see what happens next because I know whatever it is, its gonna be special

also, I made this while listening to Slipping Through My Fingers on repeat. I regret nothing

((ALSO I HIGHLY RECOMMEND TIME/SPACE BY ALEX G, ITS A GREAT SONG IM DEFINITELY GONNA STORYBOARD A FORGETTABLE AMV TO CAUSE ITS REALLY REALLY GOOD, ID TOTALLY TIE IT TO THIS COMIC- BUT ITS MORE FOR PAPYRUS AND GASTER INTERACTIONS RATHER THAN BABYBONES???)

[ddejavvu]

mean!logan forcing you to get off in his boot.. 😮‍💨

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Reader

send me mean!logan requests!

contents/warnings: smut, minors dni. mean!logan, degradation, boot riding, don't like, don't read.

combined with: 'mean!logan making bratty!reader fuck his boot to get off <3'

"I don't know what you're not understanding," Logan hums, his voice deceptively cold as you reach for the natural bulge of his tight suit, "You're not getting it. Not with the shit you gave me tonight."

"I didn't give you shit." You insist, and Logan's eyes dart warningly to yours. He doesn't appreciate being sworn at, but if he wants you to abstain he should consider himself first.

"You gave me nothing but shit." He corrects you. His hand swats yours away and he nudges you backwards on the floor with his boot, "You even managed to bitch about me trying to cover your back. I'm not giving you anything tonight- if you want something you're gonna have to do it yourself."

"I'm trying," You whine, fully aware of how pathetic you sound- recalcitrant to show off and desperate only when it benefits you, "You're not letting me."

"Don't tell me you've already gone braindead," Logan smirks, teeth glinting in the dim light of your apartment, "That usually only happens when I'm balls deep."

He presses his foot against you again, thick black boots mucky with dust, ash, and debris. It hits your inner thigh and you come to an understanding- Logan wants you to rub yourself on his boot like a desperate animal.

"I'm not-" You start, backing away indignantly, but it only means you get a better view of Logan, splayed out in his chair, arms heavily resting on the sides, liquor in one hand and a cigar in the other. He looks positively menacing, domineering in the way that he stares unimpressed down at you. His boot is still stretched towards you, not an offering but a command.

Your pussy pulses with need as Logan stares down at you, calculating when you'll sacrifice your pride for your desire.

It doesn't take long, but doing it means sacrificing your dignity. It's an easy decision to make, but you'll pay for it the next time Logan teases you.

"Fine." You huff, your confidence and contempt rather unconvincing as you scoot forwards again, "But- but this is demeaning, Logan. You're sick."

"Probably," He indulges in one of those predatory grins again, the kind that looks like it wants to part to take your skin between his teeth, "But you're probably even sicker for doing it."

"Shut up. You're- this is ridiculous." You gripe, cheeks aflame as you mount his boot, knees spread to allow you to rut your cunt against it. You feel need blossoming in your core, and the shame that shoots down your spine like a rod of lightning only enhances the situation. The first few experimental movements of your hips yield painfully lackluster results, but when Logan scoffs down at you, face still bloodied and beaten from fighting earlier, you feel pleasure prick at your core.

Something must show in your face because Logan laughs now, demeaning and haughty, "Oh, so you are liking this. But I'm the sick one? You're rubbing yourself all over my shoe." He emphasizes the word with a raise of his foot, sending the toe of his boot pressing deliciously against your clit, "That's pathetic."

"Shut up," You dig your nails into Logan's thigh where you're holding it for stability, but you can't stop yourself from grinding into the pressure he offers you by continuing to raise his foot from the ground, "Just- shut the fuck up, I'm trying-"

"You're trying to hump my boot," Logan snickers, taking a swig from his bottle and licking the residue off of his lips, "Well I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, honey. You're gonna have to do this all night if you ever wanna see my cock again- let alone feel it."

[familiarbythyside]

some nights

detective agatha harkness comes home to her pet after a long day of work (wc: 2,487 + nsfw)

agatha x gender neutral (afab) reader. mommy kink. fingering (r! receiving) use of the words pet, pup, puppy, and mutt.

it’s my first time posting this type of fic so feedback is much appreciated!! <3 + minors dni

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Agatha presses her fingertips against her temples, rubbing slightly as she releases a deep breath. She runs her palm over her face before twisting the keys out of the ignition and opening up the driver side door of the car, growing more aware of the ache in her feet with each step toward the house that she takes. The back of her neck hurts, as well as her jaw, from the tension that she carries with her each and every day.

Though some nights, some nights, her body gets to loosen up. Tonight is one of them. The front door is locked, good pet, she notes to herself, as she fiddles with her keys. The porch light helps her find the right one, and soon enough she’s relocking the front door behind her before leaning down to untie the laces on her boots. She puts them in place on the rack before making her way toward the living room, where she finds you.

Her sweet, pitiful pup, letting out whimpers in your sleep. Dressed in one of her long sleeve shirts and a pair of plaid patterned sleep shorts, blanket twisted up between your legs. The TV is on, light shifting over your face, that one animated show you like so much sounding like a bunch of murmured nonsense. Agatha shrugs off her jacket, tosses it on the arm chair, and approaches the couch. You let out another one of those soft sounds as she crouches down beside you with a light grunt, the ache in her joints making itself known.

“Oh puppy,” she sing songs quietly, stroking the hair back from your face. “wake up. Mommy’s home.”

“Mommy?” You mumble out, full of sleep, one arm reaching out, palm smacking against her shoulder lightly before your fingers sink into the fabric of her flannel. Your eyes remain closed, though your head moves forward, nearly off the edge.

“That’s right,” her thumb rubs at the apple of your cheek. “Can you tell me what you were dreaming about?”

Your eyes flutter open, a shy smile teasing your features as you manage to make yourself small against the couch. “You.”

“Me?” She gasps softly, you nod, tuck your nose into the cushion, eyes focused on her eyebrow. She doesn’t mind. She likes you shy. Likes you sleepy and pliable; putty in her hands. Likes to have easy when her days at work are always anything but. “And what about me, exactly, were you dreaming about, little pup? Hm? Tell me.”

You let out a little huff, bottom lip jutting out just so. Then you’re burying your face into her chest, the hand on her shoulder moving up. She feels her ponytail give as you release a long noise of reluctance. You’ve never been fond of using your words, it makes her lips turn up in a soft grin, just before they press into your hair.

“You were usin’ me,” you practically whisper out as you lift your head up, your fingers running softly through her hair. When they catch on a small knot, you wince along with her and loose a quiet,”Sorry.” Then. “I could brush it for you, Mommy. Would you like that?”

She just nods, ignores the tug of tears. She doesn’t want to cry over being shown such simple, small, affection. Not tonight. She’s not sure you even actually understand the depths of her appreciation and love for you, how when you make her feel it; loved, it makes her breathe funny and she never wants it to stop. Never wants you to stop. Which is why she’ll let you brush her hair without playing hard to get, first.

“Using you how?” She questions as she rises from her crouch, taking a couple steps backward before holding out her hands for you to take.

“With your cock,” you stare at her hands as you say it, taking them and standing up.

“Is that what you’d like tonight?”

You just shrug, eyes on the floor, lifting to find hers as your hands break contact. “I just wanna take care of you, Mommy. I - I want whatever you’d like. Whatever is best for you.”

She lets her eyes roam over you, once again ignoring the call of tears. “Aren’t you sweet?” Your blush deepens and her smile grows. “C’mon.”

-

You brush out her hair and plant a kiss to the center of her head when you’re done.

Agatha very discreetly rids her face of the tears that have fallen and stands up from the foot of the bed to turn and face you. You’re kneeling on the comforter, hair brush on the bed beside you, head tilting as you take her in. “You okay, pretty lady?”

“Yeah, baby,” she nods, hears how thick it sounds.

You just move closer, still on your knees, your fingertips finding the first button on her flannel, fidgeting with it as you speak,”May I help you get ready for bed?”

Agatha just nods once more, eyes focusing on the deep purple comforter, right where your knees sink into it as you get her buttons undone. You push the flannel off her shoulders and she gets it off her arms. She gets out of her undershirt on her own, fabric hitting the floor while your breath hitches.

“Do I get to take it off?”

“You do,” she nods, affection swarming through her at the way your eyes light up upon hearing her words.

You’re so respectful of her, your eyes stay trained on her face as you get her bra off, even once it’s been discarded on the floor with the rest of her clothes. You never look at her bare body without permission, hell, you barely even look at her cleavage in general, and if you do, and she catches you, you’re always so apologetic. Like you’ve somehow disgraced her. It’s adorable and considerate and she doesn’t know what to do with it. With you not looking at her even though you so easily could. She certainly looks at you.

She knows you know that, though, and she also knows that you like it. That you like it when she doesn’t bother to hide the fact that she’s staring at your body. That it makes you feel good to be wanted so openly, and by her, specifically. And god, when she gives you permission to look, you’re just as open as she is, even more so, really. Full of such devotion and desire, it makes her want to swallow you whole.

“Pants?”

“Go for it, angel.”

You unbutton her pants, knuckles brushing up against her sex, sending a warm trickle through the dip in her hips. You get her jeans tugged down as far as you’re able and she steps out of them, feels your eyes burning into her face as she does.

“‘jama time,” you say once she stands before you once more, you make to get off the bed and she stops you, gripping your arm gently.

“Maybe just a robe, for now, puppy. You know how messy you get. Mommy doesn’t want to have to change again.”

Your face is so, so red, she just wants to pinch your cheeks. So she does, keeps it gentle, before allowing you to go get her robe and a fresh pair of underwear. She stretches on her toes, arms above her head, allowing herself to settle back down slowly. She’s just about to ask if you need help when you find her once more, holding out her things, hips giving a wiggle as you do. She plants a kiss to your nose just to see it scrunch as she takes the items from your hands.

It’s easy enough to get changed, tying the robe in place once she’s done, turning to face you, who’s just sitting on the bed waiting patiently. Fingers fidgeting with the sleeves of your shirt.

“Will you be upset with Mommy if she only uses her fingers tonight? I want to feel my sweet puppy when they cum for me.”

You shake your head, your fingertips twitching though not reaching out.

Her hands find your shirt sleeves, palms rubbing at the fabric, left hand settling on your shoulder, right hand finding your chin and pulling it up while she leans down to kiss you. You let out a soft noise as your mouth presses into hers right back, matching the deep, steady paces of her kisses without trouble. You don’t struggle to keep up with her physically. An impressive feat, being someone capable of matching her energy each and every encounter. To know exactly what to do, exactly how to respond in the way she wants without having to be told.

“I missed you, Mommy,” you mumble out against her lips, your breaths hitting her cheek seconds later, filling her up with such warm affection.

Her thumb rubs at your jaw, I missed you too, she thinks,”I’m right here,” is what she says. She licks at your bottom lip as she kisses you once more, nipping it with her teeth as you moan into her mouth. “Lay down.”

You do, your hands crumpling up the fabric of her robe in order to tug her down with you. She lets out a huffy laugh as she steadies herself on her palms, shaking her head as she looks down at you.

You just grin up at her, tongue peeking through your teeth.

“Think you’re funny, do you?”

“Maybeee.”

Agatha rolls her eyes, the little giggle you let out making her heart feel like it might explode. “Is it a clothes on night or a clothes off night?”

“Clothes on,” it comes out much, much quieter than just a moment ago. She’s yet to break you of that weariness, that immediate panic that you’ll be ridiculed for denying her something.

“That’s a good pet,” she coos out, bringing her hand to your face, giving you a reassuring nod,”Thank you for telling Mommy. I’m so proud of you for being honest with me.”

“Mommy,” you whine, hips giving a little wiggle beneath her, face all red.

“Puppy,” she mocks, mimicking your tone, all to see the way your flush gets darker, and you squirm a little bit harder.

“Don’t make fun of me,” you pout, the way your eyes narrow up at her making her stifle the volume of her laugh. How precious. You’re the least vicious person she knows. “Mommy, I can literally see and hear you laughing at me. Stop it.”

“Or what?” She questions, moving to lay beside you, her fingertips fiddling with the string of your shorts. “What’re you gonna do if I keep laughing at you, mutt? You gonna cry? You gonna tell me to stop some more?”

“Shut up.”

“Surely you can hear how pathetic you sound,” Agatha gets the bow you’ve tied the strings in undone. “Get these off.”

You do, huffing and puffing as you get your shorts removed from your body. You’ve got on a pair of black and grey star printed boxers, they match the pair of fuzzy socks on your feet. What a sweetheart. You’re so cute her fucking teeth ache from it. She wants to bite you.

She does bite you. Delights in the sharp inhale she gets in response, teeth leaving indents in the skin just above your collarbone. She rubs at the curve of your tummy as she kisses at the skin of your neck, the hand closest to her body curling around the arm she’s propped up on as you let out noisy little exhales that make her feel absolutely wild.

“Mommy,” you moan as she sucks a mark into your skin, fingertips gripping her arm roughly,”Please touch me.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.” She picks her head up, watching as you nod, your eyes closed, brows softly furrowed. “Please.”

Agatha kisses at your shoulder, slipping her hand beneath the waistband of your boxers, letting out a long breath when her fingertips come into contact with slick heat. You let out a quiet whimper as she runs them through your folds, teasing both your clit and hole as she moves them up and down, relishing in the way you squirm, how you’re incapable of being silent.

She kisses at your jaw as she slips her index finger inside of you without any resistance, nipping at the line of it before her lips find your neck. She starts a steady pace with her finger and the hand on her arm finds her hair, your grip on it firm enough to feel though not tight enough to hurt.

“More,” you manage to get out, making her smile into your neck. She bites at it harsher than earlier, thrusting back inside of you with two fingers, allowing her thumb to ghost over your clit for a moment, pleasure and pride zapping through her at the cry it pulls from you.

“That’s it, pet,” she murmurs,”just let Mommy hear how good it feels.”

You do, your hips bucking up to meet her fingers as she increases the pace of her thrusts, the airy, strained way you moan out,”Mommy,” once she lets her thumb press tight circles against your clit makes Agatha’s thighs press together so hard she feels like she could cum.

“Oh baby,” she coos once your walls start pulsating around her fingers, like you can’t decide to clench down or relax and take them in deeper,”does someone want to cum?”

Uh-huh, is what she manages to distinguish from your moans, your thighs trembling around her hand. When she breaks her mouth away from your neck and lifts her head up, she’s met with the sight of silent tears rolling down your cheeks.

“God, you’re so precious. Go on and cum for Mommy, sweet puppy. It’s alright.”

You grip her fingers so tight they ache from the pressure, thighs locked around her hand as you let go with a silent cry. So flushed and teary and fucking pitiful she just wants to wrap you up tight and never let you go.

“That’s it, sweetheart. You did so good for me.” She removes her fingers once you’ve settled back down, wipes them off on the fabric of your boxers before she tugs you into her body. You nuzzle her robe open with your nose, your mouth wrapping around her nipple with a desperate noise, Agatha wincing softy at your enthusiasm before you settle into light suckling. Your hands are gripping her arm and ribs tightly, needing to feel like you’re close to her.

She understands it completely. Rubs at your back as she lets you soothe yourself, ignoring the gentle waves of pleasure washing over her at the contact. This is what she’s been looking forward to all day, her body practically melting into the mattress once she processes the fact that she’s finally got it.

After all, sex aside; you’re her peace.

And Agatha loves her peace.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Can I please request Bill thinking he finally found a human who won't betray him, someone he really enjoyed the company of (but would never admit to that because Bill) only to find them trying to destroy the portal?

This is long as shit, be warned and I tried to keep bill in character as much as possible but he might be ooc at some points.

Your first meeting with Bill was one he didn’t expect. When faced with something you know isn’t normal, the response Bill was expecting was you running away until you were out of sight, talking off the ears of anyone who’d head your warning but you instead smiled at him.

‘Nice bow tie and top hat sentient triangle.’ You said.

‘The names Bill Cipher, so you can stop calling me that name, I find it rather insulting, and thanks! I dress to impress but most people just run away or scream bloody murder to appreciate my effort to look presentable’ he replies, finding himself a new human pet to play with after swearing to himself that Sixer would be the last, Bill was a liar and he knew it, messing with humans and destroying their physique was the most genuine fun he’s had in a long, long while.

This was merely the begging of yours and Bills weird friendship and it was only going to get weirder from this point onwards.

Being friends with a sentient triangle dream demon was…a experience indeed as you’d often wake to him floating above you, drinking something through a silly straw and wearing a hat unlike the usual slim black top hat he wore, only to find out that he had somehow snuck several chicken into your room that had scaly dragon legs and could breath fire.

That took a while for you to get ride of them with a wooden broom and not have it set on fire when the chickens retaliate with fire.

‘How did you find such things?’ You’d ask Bill when sitting down to eat breakfast.

He shrugs. ‘You search for a realm that swaps certain anatomy of animals and play a demented game of mix and match to see what monstrosities to humanity could be made and bingo! Infinite possibilities of scaring or scaring people for the rest of their lives! ha ha!’

‘And chickens with dragon feet and could breath fire is your go to choice, wasn’t there anything else you could’ve chosen from?’ You inquired as you took a bite of your breakfast and immediately grimacing when you felt something was off.

‘Oh sure there was and- oh you’ve found where I put my mealworms from last week.’ Bill casually told you as he plays with his silly straw while you spat your breakfast out into a nearby bin, wiped your mouth before pushing the plate away from you as your appetite was ruined.

'glad to be of help. buddy.' you replied as you decided that it would be best to wait for bill to disappear before attempting to eat and or drink again.

As the weeks progress Bill found himself enjoying your company more than he originally suspected, sure you were fun to mess with and play impractical pranks on from time to time. However -and he’ll never admit this ever- he had come to actually enjoy spending time with you and getting to know you outside of his personal human plaything.

Bill begrudgingly remembered your least favourite family member and why, your favourite colour, your first pets name and so much more that he would deem unimportant; to things that were deep and personal to you such as your fear of being alone or not taken seriously enough. To which he offered some -albeit questionable- advice.

‘Listen if everyone takes themselves seriously or someone wants everyone else to take them seriously, then who’s going to laugh at kids when they fall over, or at people who make an fool of themselves as they fall upon their own sword of hubris.’ Bill tells you once as you both sat on the roof of your home, star gazing.

‘And what am I meant to take away from all that ?’ You asked, not understanding what he was getting with this.

‘Don’t take yourself too seriously or expect others to either when you know that version of yourself will be someone you’ll sooner regret wishing for.’ Bill responded.

‘Do you miss home?’ You then asked him out of the blue and Bill couldn’t help but be a little taken aback by it.

‘Home..’ bill trailed off as he took his hat off, reached a hand inside and pulled out a glowing atom, the remains of his home. ‘This is what remains of my home.’ He tells you rather sombrely, remembering the last time he told a human of his origins, only for him to dedicate himself into destroying him.

‘I’m..I’m so sorry I didn’t-‘ you’d tried to apologise but bill held up a hand as he returned the remains of his home back into his top hat before putting it back on his head.

‘It’s fine. I was bound to tell you about that sooner or later.’ He waves his hand but you could tell you struck a nerve.

‘Sooo…what happened to your home, only if you don’t mind me asking.’ - you

‘It was destroyed by a monster.’ Bill answered with a distant look in his eye.

‘As stupid as this will probably sound to you but you’ll always have a home with me, I hope you know that.’ You told him with the most genuine smile across your face and Bill couldn’t help but feel…touched by your words. He’s thrown and done everything to push you to the brink and all you’ve done was withstand him and his shenanigans all the while standing your ground.

‘You’re a strange human and your sentimentality makes me physically sick but…I guess I appreciate the thought.’ Bill had to force himself to say, he might as well have swallowed down stones with how hard it seemed for him to say anything remotely considerate. You were quite possibly the only human that showed him kindness and compassion and that made the dream demon feel weird and out of his depth.

Now that Bill was thinking about it not once had you ever given him a reason to distrust you, sure he was suspicious of you at first, but overtime you have proven yourself to be the most trustworthy person in his long, long life. You had made him feel unlike anything he’s felt before and that made him on edge, just in the case that he was being lured into a false sense of security later down the line, but nope you didn’t do such a thing and stayed open and honest him no matter what.

It almost made bill feel bad about the shit he put you through but soon he’d come to regret saying these words, for not even a week later and Bill caught you red handed destroying his portal after searching the house for you when you didn’t greet him like usual.

‘WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!’ He screamed, his body burning brightly at the betrayal you’ve just committed, was everything you said a lie? Were you just as good at pulling people along as he was? How long have you been waiting for this exact moment to get back at him?

‘What does it look like, I’m destroying the portal.’ Your reply was stone cold as you continued to dismantle the portal piece by piece while Bill shouted profanities at you.

‘YOU LIED TO ME!’ - bill

‘That’s cute coming from someone who takes sick enjoyment in breaking every human he comes across, pushing them into utter madness with no remorse!’ You chuckled humourlessly as you looked at the dream demon who looked about ready to either cry or combust.

‘YOU LIED TO ME!’ Bill repeated as his anger only grew stronger the more he began to think back on all of your heart to heart moments and wonder whether they were fake too? Did you not mean it when you said that he had a home with you?

‘I didn’t lie, I just didn’t tell you the whole truth.’ You retorted. ‘Now are you going to shut up and kill me or keep ranting on how I somehow betrayed you because either way I don’t care.’ You added as you watched the triangular demon closely.

‘Kill you? Oh no sweetie, you’ve just earned a fate WORSE THEN DEATH! Eternal torture until you speak the truth and then torture you so more because I find your pathetic humans pain funny!’ Bill laughed maniacally. ‘And to think I was starting to like you, you just had to go and stab me in the back!’

You shrug, trying to hide how scared you were in this moment, knowing that even if you did scream for help it would be far too late by the time Ford, Stan or either dipper or Mabel to save you and you were okay with that. ‘First time for everything right?’ You asked with a smile. ‘I’m sure you’ll get use to it sooner or later.’

Bill’s eye was wide and looking maniacal in the moment as his voice was oddly and unnervingly calm that it froze your blood. ‘You humans might act brave in the face of danger, but what I’m capable will have you wishing you never picked up that wrench or tried playing the hero. For playtime is over.’

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Death Wish 9

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, violence/abuse and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Bucky Barnes

Part of the mob drabbles au

Summary: you’re desperate for a way out of your life and you ask a powerful man for help (plus!reader)

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Photo Inspo

The doorbell buzzes. You loathe that noise. You stay as you are, unbothered by the visitor. You already hear Kitty asking Adrienne who it could be. 

You continue to shuffle through the contents of the cigar box. You’re neither surprised or disgusted by the love letters. You know your mother’s writing and you know it isn’t here. You always assumed your father was rotten to the core. No, you were certain of it. The proof only makes you feel worse for your mother. 

The door opens. There’s voices. Soft tones. Kitty’s, Adrienne’s and... his. 

Then, footfalls that ascend the stairs. Too heavy to be your sisters’. You close the box and toss it in the black bag. There is not box to keep. All your father’s stuff needs to go. You have no use for it. 

“You know I’m here,” Barnes says as he appears in the doorway. 

“I do,” you take the old baseball your father made you catch as a girl. He was always disappointed he never had a son. It makes you want to smile knowing he never got the thing he wanted the most. 

“You’ve had your time to mourn,” he says, and nothing else. His meaning is clear. 

You drop the ball and get off the floor. You cross to him with your head down. He’s stoic and still. You reach for his hand. That makes him flinch. As if he’s surprised. He lets you lift it and you kiss the ring on his pinky. 

You let him go and look him in the face, “he’s gone. It’s over. Let’s move on.” 

His brow arches and his eyes narrow. “You understand what happens now?” 

“You take care of my sisters. That’s all that matters to me.” 

“All about family,” he remarks. “Well, real family.” 

You’re silent. You don’t know what he wants you to say. Your heart is in your throat, can’t he see it beating there, choking you. 

“I showed you my loyalty. I did that and I will never tell a soul.” 

“Oh, I know, doll,” he smirks and shifts his weight. It’s your turn to wince as he brushes his knuckles along your cheek. “I don’t just want that loyalty for one night.” 

You blink and fight not to let your fear show. It’s all so uncertain yet deep down you know exactly what he means. It just seems all too much. 

“Sit down,” he drops his hand and turns. He shuts the door. 

You avoid your father’s bed and instead, sit at the vanity where your mother would perch and apply her night cream. He paces and puts his hands in his pockets. He exhales and measures the air. 

“It’s sorted. Everyone knows what happened. Vengeance is taken, the tables are balanced,” he says. “So we move forward. Your sisters are protected. They will have roofs over their head. You will too.” 

You stare at him, waiting for the other shoe. 

“Doll,” he tilts his head, “why are you looking at me like that?” 

“Just say it,” you sniff. 

“Say what?” 

“Tell me what it costs,” you sneer. 

He snickers, “that’s what I admire about you. You don’t beat around the bush. You come to my office, tell me to off daddy. You won’t even let me charm ya, dammit. You just wanna get down to business.” 

“Please,” you beg. “I... I can’t take any more.” 

His expression softens and he approaches you delicately, like an animal he doesn’t want to scare off, “we’re gonna have a big wedding, doll. You’re gonna wear the most expensive thing you can find, and we’re gonna drive off into the sunset together.” 

You gulp and search his face. It sounds ridiculous. You don’t know this man, he doesn’t know you. Yet, he’s the only man who knows what you did. Who know that you could do something like that. 

“Ah, come on, I’m a real man,” he unbuttons his jacket and reaches inside. “I’m more than words.” He takes out a hexagonal velvet box. “So, let me know if it fits.” 

You hesitate but accept the box. You open it with some effort, the hinges are tight. You snap the lid up and stare at the ring within. It has a large teardrop diamond at the center and four decent sized ovals to each side, with little round diamonds worked in between. The gold gleams with the elaborate style of the thick band. 

You slide it out and turn it in your fingers. It has to be worth more than all the stuff your daddy pawned off. More than even this house. You roll it over again and line up your finger with the band. You push into it and it fits snugly below your knuckle, covering half your finger. 

“Too big,” you say. 

“Loose?” He wonders as he leans a hand on the vanity table. 

“No, it’s... clunky,” you wiggle your hand. 

“Never thought I’d hear a woman complain a rock was too big,” he says. “Doll, I expect you to show off. You’re mine, I’m yours. That’s something to brag about.” 

“Flashy. Distracting,” you comment. 

“Any man stupid enough to try to steal that off ya, he won’t be thinking much longer,” he insists and grabs your hand. “Come here.” 

He tugs you until your standing. He admires the ring on your finger and his cheeks dimple as he grins. He puts your hand on his shoulder and wraps his other arm around you. Sweat beads across your scalp and down your back. He’s so close you can smell his mellow cologne. 

“Always good to have more to love, isn’t it?” his fingers curl into the cushion of your hip as he crushes you against him. He brings his palm up to cradle your face as his eyes drift down to your lips. He purrs and rocks you.  

You shudder as your breath catches in your chest. The idea never fully bloomed in your head. You never dared to imagine this. Yet here it and it’s more startling than anything you could ever fathom. 

He turns his hand to frame your chin and pulls you even closer. He leans in and presses his mouth to yours. His beard tickles you as his lips caress yours and his tongue pokes out coyly. You close your eyes as you open up to let him in. 

Your heart thrums behind your ears as you seal your deal with that kiss. You didn’t barter for your freedom, just another master. 

[thefugitivesaint]

Someone whose work I greatly appreciated and would suggest you (oh dear reader) seek out and read. In simplest terms, Scott explored the avenues in which people resisted and evaded authority and hierarchical systems of control. A good part of his scholarship involved trying to understand peasantry, one the largest "classes" in the world. Coupled to that was the study of subsistence economies and how people involved in those economies work around impositions made by State actors (and non-state actors). This led to a larger exploration of the above mentioned resistance and the various forms that this resistance took around the world. He also explored the relationship between State and non-state peoples. "What I learned is that centralised revolutionary movements have almost always resulted in a State that was more oppressive then the ones they aimed to replace. In other words, when the revolution becomes the State, it becomes my enemy again. That is why it matters greatly which methods are used in order to achieve power. .... "I am the enemy of hierarchical movements of opposition because I think they replicate State structures in their own organisation."

If you would like some suggestions that offer a peak into Scott's scholarship interests (which are similar to my own), here's some videos for you to peruse (if you have the time): 1. A Short Account of the Deep History of State Evasion 2. Beyond the Pale: The Earliest Agrarian States and “their Barbarians” 3. The Art of Not Being Governed 4. The Domestication of Fire, Animals, Grains and…….Us (Later) Edit: Some revelations concerning Scott's involvement with the CIA in the early 1960s in their anti-Communist activities has come out after his recent death that complicates his legacy as a "radical scholar". Take that for what you will. I haven't been able to find a great deal of detail about that involvement and the revelations here aren't exactly new but people have decided to highlight that relationship in the wake of Scott's passing as a way to discredit or cast a shadow over his later anti-statist research. I just wanted to note this. (Even Later) Edit: The Oral History Center at UC Berkeley released a documentary on Scott called In A Field All His Own: The Life and Career of James C. Scott. Just in case you wanted more Scott related material.

[noe-pri08]

Miguel O'Hara

Heat

Summary: Miguel is in heat

I'm sorry if there are any mistakes, English isn't my first language

You've been without seeing Miguel nearly one week, you are worried so you decide to do something. He gave a key to his house some time ago so you take it and go see him.

When you get there you look for him but don't find, you go to his room and an odd smell fills your nostrils. It's like vanilla or something similar

"Miguel?" you ask, but the only thing you hear are muffled sounds. You open the door and see his room

It is all messy, there are clothes everywhere and the smell of arousal hanging on the air. It was so strange, he has always had his room annoyingly cleaned up, he was obsessed with tidiness

"Go away" you heard him say. His under the blankets of his bed, curled up in himself

"Why? What happens?" you start walking towards him to get a better look of him

"Don't you see? I'm in heat, leave me alone please" he groans

You forrow your brows, confused "Heat? Like...animals? What do you mean?"

He lets a frustrated sigh "Kind of. Is like a biological urge, a primal instinct. You can think of this like an amplified version of lust"

Your eyes widened in realization as you finally understood. Miguel was in a sexual heat, a heightened state of desire that he couldn't resist. Suddenly, the scent in the room made sense. You couldn't help but feel a mixture of concern and curiosity.

"Umm, okay...is there anything I can help with?" you say doubtly, not knowing what to do

Miguel's gaze locked onto yours, a mixture of desperation and longing in his eyes. His voice came out in a husky tone, filled with desire. "Yes, please. I... I need relief. The heat is unbearable."

You swallowed hard, feeling a mix of hesitance and a growing heat of your own. You had a deep bond with Miguel, you were just friends but the thought of helping him in this vulnerable state sparked a primal desire within you.

Cautiously, you approached him, your heart pounding in your chest. "Okay, Miguel. I'll help you," you whispered, your voice laced with a mix of care and uncertainty. "But we have to establish some ground rules. This is only to help you through your heat, and once it's over, we'll go back to being friends, alright?"

He nodded, an intense longing evident on his face. "I understand. Anything, anything you want, but help me."

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your own nerves. "Alright, let's start by getting you more comfortable," you said, moving towards the tangled blankets covering him. Miguel eagerly helped you remove the layers, exposing his clothed body.

Then you started to take his clothes off, slowly and carefully. His muscular chest, defined abs amd strong arms at your sight. The sight of his muscular body sent a jolt of desire through you, fueling your own arousal. But in this moment, all that mattered was providing him the relief he desperately needed.

Miguel watched you intently, his red eyes burning with desire. His breathing grew heavier, and a low growl escaped his lips as his body responded to the touch of air on his bare skin.

Once his clothes were fully discarded, his naked body lay before you, his arousal evident and throbbing. You couldn't help but feel a mixture of curiosity and arousal yourself, your gaze lingering on his well-endowed form.

He shifted on the bed, his movements filled with a primal restlessness. "Please... touch me," he pleaded, his voice raw with need.

Temptation coursed through your veins as heard his request "Wait just a moment" you say while you take your own clothes off, first your shirt and bra, then your trousers and panties, your naked body in front of him to admire.

Miguel's eyes wandered over your form, his gaze filled with hunger and appreciation. His red eyes gleamed with a mix of lust and relief, knowing that his needs would finally be met. The sight of you undressing only fueled his desire further, making his need for contact more urgent.

Reaching out to trace your fingertips along his sculpted abdomen, following the trail of soft hairs leading to his lower regions. You felt a surge of desire welling up within you as you continued to explore his body, teasingly tracing circles on his sensitive skin.

Miguel's breath hitched, a low moan escaping his lips as he arched his back, craving more. The room filled with the scent of desire and the sound of your shared breaths, intensifying the electric atmosphere between you.

You walk to the bed and climb up, ending up on him. You kiss while your hands roam over his abs and arms. You get up feeling excited, your core throbbing in anticipation.

You take Miguel's cock on your hands, touching him, you align with your center and sink down, your pussy getting filled.

Miguel's hands found their way to your waist, holding you tightly against him. His touch sent shivers down your spine, and you could feel his heated breath against your skin. The intimacy between you intensified, as your bodies connected in a primal dance of raw desire.

It was in this moment that you both lost yourselves in the fire of your shared attraction, succumbing to the overwhelming need for release. The room echoed with the passionate sounds of your entangled bodies as you found solace and relief in each other's embrace, giving in to the primal instinct that drove you both in this heated encounter.

As the intensity of your connection grew, your desire for Miguel became undeniable. You straddled him, allowing yourself to take control, as the heat in the room reached its peak. Miguel's eyes widened with a mix of surprise and anticipation, his breathing becoming ragged. The moans and sticky sounds of both bodies crashing together making the room become more intimate

You began to move faster, your hips grinding against him and made your body tremble with every thrust while he puts your tits in his mouth sucking your nipples. Miguel's hands grasped your hips tightly, urging you to go faster. The pleasure intensified, and the air brimmed with the scent of sweat and arousal.

Miguel's grip on you tightened as he met your movements with his own, the intensity building between you

With the momentum building between you and Miguel, your desire and hunger for each other only grew more fervent. You increased the pace of your movements even more, riding him with a desperate need for release. The room was filled with the sounds of your bodies colliding, the wet, rhythmic slaps ringing out in the air.

Miguel's hands gripped your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he met your every thrust with his own. The intensity of your connection pushed you both to the brink, pleasure coursing through your veins like a wildfire.

Your moans mingled with the sound of his growls, creating a symphony of passion and urgency. As you rode him faster and harder, the sensations became overwhelming. Waves of pleasure washed over you, coiling tighter and tighter in the pit of your stomach, ready to explode into blissful release.

Driven by your shared desire, you and Miguel found solace in each other's bodies, lost in the rhythm and intensity of your union. The room became a haze of pleasure, heat, and pure ecstasy as you both raced towards that elusive moment of climax.

With one final thrust, your body tensed, a surge of pleasure coursing through you like an electric shock. You let out a moan of ecstasy as your walls clenched around Miguel, drawing out his own climax. The room seemed to blur as you both reached the peak of pleasure, your bodies trembling in unison.

Intense waves of pleasure washed over you, making your toes curl and your body shudder. You clung to Miguel, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as you rode out the waves of your orgasms together.

As the aftershocks of pleasure began to subside, you collapsed into each other's arms, your bodies still entwined. Both of you were soaked in sweat, gasping for breath, and yet a sense of relief washed over you, mingled with a lingering connection and contentment.

Panting heavily, you lay tangled in each other's arms, basking in the euphoria of your shared experience. The room was filled with a comfortable silence, punctuated only by the soft sounds of your breaths and the gentle rising and falling of your chests.

Miguel's fingers lovingly traced patterns along your back as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. His voice was filled with a mix of sincerity and gratitude as he whispered, "Thank you... for helping me through this, for being here for me."

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you shifted to meet his gaze. "I'm glad I could be here for you, Miguel," you replied, your voice filled with a warm tenderness. "We'll get through this together."

Wrapped in each other's arms, you both drifted into a peaceful slumber, finding solace and comfort in each other's embrace.

[theladybrownstarot]

Who are you according to tarot ?

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Pile 1. Pile 2. Pile 3.

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❥˚ You have to constantly face challenges , hurdles and obstacles which may make you annoyed or frustrated easily ,or it could be in general too, but you don't ignore these instead you believe in facing these because you know you don't give up easily and there's always something big from big obstacles .

❥˚ Either you could be a moon , Venus or mercury dominant or maybe there's an aspect to your ascendant out there which may makes you physically seen as beautiful or someone who has those calm and comforting vibes . You are a hugger haha isn't? just saying a hi to whom you meet isn't the thing but hugging or kissing them adds essence to the meet ~

❥˚ You are good at manifestations . You are emotionally strong that leads you to pass through everything in life and achieve all you want . You are someone who isn't much worried about the results , things or daily life chaos that one may face because you believe what is to be meant will be meant to happen so just give your best and leave rest .

❥˚ You may at time get confused with things and loose opportunities in search for seeking 100 of things at once . You like to treat yourself with gifts and like to work on your potentials to go more high . You like to be in your own space without any distractions.

𐙚 Pile 2.

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❥˚ You have gone through the the most intense worst phases of life in a deep manner which it could be about anything maybe work , health , physically,people or family and some people could got that evil eye on them before . You used to be that person who would get obsessed or would stick with negativity most for sake of comfort but later you realised your powers and who were you and tackled all those things and went ahead. But you may have anger tendency issues or gets cold pretty quick with people but at same your are working on it .

❥˚ You people used to be not that financially strong as you you are now or it could be that you had to make your life after many intense life struggles . You like to stay alone and enjoy not because you hate people but you just want you feel safe there in the space you have . You are very hardworking and won't let yourself have rest mostly which is not good .

❥˚ You are someone who has to face struggles regarding decisions making or you have to handle a lot in one time and this all to make you strong mentally and emotionally . The universe wants you to know that take one thing at a time and slowly open yourself to change with love again .

❥˚ You don't like to stand still at one place and it could be that you are an old soul or like too stay in greenery where there is calmness and peace . In terms of work you don't limit yourself thus always strive for best . You are good in team work but don't like to get close with people .

❥˚ Pile 2 are you truly being honest with life your living ? think about it once and do check pile 1 if felt attracted so .

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Namaste pile 3 ! Let's get with your reading :-

❥˚ So, you are someone who loves and gets loved by all . You like to approach people ask them and make them feel that they are loved and not rejected. You have this kindness and compassion which is very appreciated .You could be animal lovers too . You are someone who focuses to make your enviroment and surrounding better for everyone's development. You are selfless tbh . You can literally open ngos in future .

❥˚ You have got Entrepreneurial skills and could be an empath who can understand else feelings well . You like to present yourself different and people view you as someone who was got additional skills or if they wanna plan a team they may come to you thinking you can add more then expected. You people could be artistic ,an Enthusiastic and popular.You prefer to see beauty in things rather defects .You people could have good sense of fashion or we say kinda different than the trend .

❥˚ You are someone who can go deeper in things and can work for long hours but in cozy environment of your own . You really know how to balance practical and emotional side of things and how to be fair with people .

❥˚ You are someone who may overthinks a lot and could get their work done just before Or after deadline . Don't go so fast pile 3 be little slow. Don't do things at the last moment lol .

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[thoughfullovercreator]

Sorry not sorry. But some people need to read this.

Tw: when I am employing the word « delusional » I am not referring to the medical definition of it.

What I am going to be saying is going to be disliked by some. But I don’t care.

I am going to be talking right now about a phenomenon that I’ve been seeing ever since I started reading mangas and watching anime’s and it has always bothered me.

And guess what ? I am not the only one being bothered by that, which reassures me.

The problem is the following:

Each time there’s a genuine friendship between two male characters or even two females in a manga/anime, people dirty it by gluing on it, their own fantasies and making it somewhat romantic/sexual, by inventing a « sexual tension » between these protagonists.

Always happens in the anime/manga universe.

…and I am going to tell you why it’s a problem/bothersome situation for many :

The problem is that it renders the story less deep and genuine and more people are influenced in thinking that, a male character, by being nice to another male (same for females), is romantic or whatever.

Like some of y’all are sexualising everything. Get it together !

This is, most of the time (actually 99% of the time but okay), LITTERALY delusion because the authors have never, ever meant for their characters to be viewed as anything but genuine friends/acquaintances..

It distorts the story for nothing and, in my opinion, it is disrespectful to the creators of the manga, to just take their characters and create a quiproquo on it. Sorry not sorry to say it.

As an example, let me take the « Dazai x Chuuya » fans.

The readers go as far as to totally disregard the fact that, Dazai, since literally the first episode, has implied that he was not attracted to guys. On top of that, he’s kinda depicted as the guy who likes women. Never ever was anything that would make him attracted to Chuuya as a male.

(It also happens for JJK and others… )

Therefore, you’re disregarding the genuine and complex aspects of a potential friendship and understanding between them, to glue on it what you would have wished it to be : a romantic or sexual attraction. It’s a projection of what YOU would have WANTED it to be.

Simple example for BSD: Asagiri himself has said that there is nothing between Chuuya and Dazai, that they really don’t appreciate each other.

Now for all those who think that they like each other, it’s fine but that means that there is something that you have misunderstood in the story. Go back to it and try to analyse better the interactions and contexts. It’s fine really cuz, it could happen to anyone to misunderstand something, I am not criticising. Just signaling a risk.

It is actually immoral to distort a character’s sexuality like what ?! It becomes a habit and people do it also for celebrities. It’s kinda going too far.

It’s not for you to decide.

When it’s « not a big deal » for some, it could actually represent a big deal for many. And make many people uncomfortable.

Respectfully :

You wanna do your fanfics ? NO PROBLEM really ! be our guests ! but do it in the context of a fanfic, after putting on a disclaimer, as a respectful gesture for the creators behind mangas !

(On the other hand, when people write « character x reader », it doesn’t distorts the original story cuz Y/N just doesn’t exist).

BUT rubbing it down our throats without any context as if it was a general truth provided by the creators, that « these characters are in love/sexually attracted to one another » NO. Keep it for yourself or your group of friends if y’all agree on it.

Again, many many people feel as uncomfortable as me regarding this. It’s kinda also getting out of hands.

It’s getting out of hands especially when I see fandoms like the Black butler fandom where they imagine a « sexual tension » between Sebastian that is an adult and Ciel that is 13 !

Like it or not. I am not sorry for being respectful and realistic.

And I am encouraging everyone to talk about that, because this is not fine.

Some decency is needed :

Not everything is okay with what people are doing on the internet. You can have your « dirty thoughts » but don’t expose them, not everyone wishes to hear about it. Some things have to stay between you and yourself.

Kids/ teens :

And kids/teens (all those below 18) y all need to get off your phone a little and go play outside or meet your friends (for teens ig) if you don’t wanna end up in depression at an early age or with extremely poor social skills.

At least take a real book like ones at the school library and learn things. Instead of learning how to .. by reading explicit content cuz you never listen when we tell you that a certain one shot is +18.

Again, I am not sorry. I am pissed.

[drdemonprince]

so recently a girl I was hanging out w (we're both trans girls) indicated that she wanted to dominate me in the way I've wanted my whole life but I've never received (mostly not physical, sweet, predominantly psychological, soft, playing w the power dynamics, etc.). Since then I've been feeling some relief but also intense desperation, like I've been starving all my life and I've only just realized, and now the hunger pangs are eating into me.

I was just wondering if this resonates w how you understand kink and where this desperation could be coming from. I'm autistic, so I was wondering if it's desperation for the need to unmask? Or if it's about the shame of having kinky desires, and the relief that comes from getting affirmed that those things are ok? Is it really about a need for care, which I have received very little of my whole life? Or if I'm overthinking it— could I just have a deep gnawing hunger for submission in and of itself, where submission is, for me, as important as breathing?

Of course, I know you can't explain my own emotions, but any insight you have into the tangled web of desire, desperation, hunger, kink, care, relief, autism, trans shit, and isolation would be v v v appreciated. ty dr demon prince :)

I think what you might be responding so strongly to is the opportunity to express a side of yourself that normally has zero outlet. We can call it headspaces, or alters, or escapism, or playing a role, and certainly it has to do a lot with letting go and unmasking -- but the universal human explanation is that who were are is largely socially instantiated, and that it is impossible for us to be certain versions of ourselves without that self being welcomed, catered to, and interplayed with by another person -- the right person, in the right dynamic.

Kink can be so beautiful because it allows sides of ourselves that rarely find expression to interplay with others' also hidden or hard-to-activate sides. With one partner of mine, I get to be a slobbering obedient puppy for their nurturing, yet controlling mommy. Both of us are able to access sides of who we are that feel unreachable in everyday life, or unsafe to express. For them it's a gender euphoric experience that doesn't line up with their day-to-day identity and presentation; for me it's an escape from my mental burdens and the relief of being cared for. Yet it's also deeper. By playing at this long-lasting pet-handler relationship, I get to activate layers of trust and vulnerability with them that it would normally take years of processing and the exact right circumstances to reach. I get to collapse into their arms wailing without having actually been put through any real emotional ringer. I can be completely waylaid with emotion and need and become briefly dependent upon them and let them have full control over my body, without actually having to lose any of my freedom or having to worry about whether they can handle it.

That's just a personal and recent example. But I often feel that within kinky, headspacey social contexts, a different side of me is free to express itself and my ego doesn't have to mediate or hold the reins. I feel the same thing at Furfest, though it's not always sexual. I can just be a friendly, silly, huggy deer, and meet other people for their playful animal/toony energy too. Because we are all just being silly animals, I can relate to people that I might have very little in common with in terms of my day-to-day life. We don't have to talk about work, or our families, or political economy -- we can just dance and get stoned, cuddle and eat snacks, play videogames, compliment one another's outfits, live in the present right before us. all the over-intellectualization that normally separates me from people is just gone, and some more primordial feeling of animal comraderie is there.

And I miss that feeling of ease and friendliness DESPERATELY once furfest ends. It feels at times that when a bond or a social context like this disappears that some essential part of myself has been TAKEN from me. Because it doesn't just dwell within me. I can't just enjoy it alone at home. It has to operate within a living social dynamic.

It may be something like that for you. When I first discovered there was an entire community devoted to erotic hypnosis, my lifelong fetish, the universe seemed to open up with possibility and I was elated. I no longer felt doomed to a joyless daily existence. It turned out I could have real, meaningful fun, connect to other people, do something new that touched new parts of my brain. I could experience some of the sensations I had only ever dreamed about and believed were impossible to realize in actual life. I wanted to live in the hypno world forever (and I did get myself into some weeks-long waking trances that kinda mentally fucked me up because I was in such a frenzy, oops). It's a kind of love, finding your spaces, finding your people, finding the contexts in which some sacred part of you is free. It's a love of yourself, and the other person, and the context -- it's a love of being alive, which is often so sorely needed for those of us who are wired in such a way as regular life is usually unfulfilling or painful.

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messes & kisses

✩ wonbin x reader (ft. seunghan)

. 18+ mdni!

. word count! 3.6k

{oneshot, smut, nonidol!wonbin, nonidol!seunghan, fwb!seunghan, afab!reader, mentions of Anton and Eunseok, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys), thigh riding, oral sex (m.receiving), cheating, it’s a bit angsty but not really, kinda public}

a.n i apologize if there’s any mistakes, this isn’t proof read and english isn’t my first language, please bare with me!! i don’t know how i feel about this one, not super proud of it but i hope u enjoy! ><

synopsis . you meet a boy at a party and he makes you forget about all the bad things

With a hand around your neck and a knee between your legs, Seunghan continues roughly attacking your lips with his. “Fuck..”, you mutter breathlessly when he presses his knee against you. Making out in the campus’ bathroom stall with Seunghan wasn’t something new, infact, you could consider it a part of your routine at this point. You knew it was wrong, he was already in a relationship. At the end of the day though, you always found yourself going back to him. He was your drug and you were his.

You’re brought back to reality at the feel of his cold hands snaking up your shirt. “What are you thinking about hm?”, he whispers, his hot breath against your ear making you shiver. “Mmm, nothing,” you reply, attaching your lips to his once again. You have to bite back a moan at the feeling of his tongue in your mouth and the pressure of his knee against your core, and you can feel him smirk against your mouth. He pulls back for a second and– 

“Are you guys done fucking like animals, cuz your girlfriend is looking for you.” an all too familiar voice announces, making both you and Seunghan jump a bit, not having heard the door open. “Shit..” Seunghan mutters under his breath before pulling away and getting out of the stall. “Next time, maybe make your presence known instead of scaring the living hell out of us, Ant.” he says before exiting the bathroom. Anton just ignores him, walking towards you, his eyes softening a bit. You fix your attire in the mirror before turning to face your friend. “Do I look okay?” you ask him. Anton nods, “You’re good.” You hum and start walking towards the door, but Anton’s hand catches your wrist. “Y/N.” His voice is a bit too serious for your liking.

“What..?” you reply. 

“I’m not gonna keep covering for you guys all the time, you know? I know it’s none of my business but as both of your friends I think this should stop. For God’s sake Y/N, he’s in a relationship. You know he’s playing both of you.” Anton says. And you don’t know why but his words make you slightly angry. 

“Look Ant, I appreciate the concern but this is between me and Seunghan. And what do you mean, “he’s playing both of you”. I don’t feel anything for him, he’s only giving me benefits and that’s our mutual understanding.” You reply trying to state your point. Anton sighs, “I’ve known you for long enough to see the way you look at him, Y/N.” 

“Look at him how, Anton!” you reply, your annoyance level going up. “I know there’s something Y/N, I’m not stupid.” he says rather calmly, opposed to you. “And I’m telling you there’s nothing there!” you reply one last time with a huff before turning on your heels and leaving. 

You frown as you make your way out of the campus’ building. The truth is, deep down you knew you were mad because Anton was right. As much as you deny it, and as much as you hate yourself for it, there was something about Seunghan that tugged at your heartstrings. It’s not your fault he decided to go out and get a girlfriend. Your relationship with him existing long before her anyways. But alas, you guys agreed upon being friends with benefits after a drunken hookup and that’s all you were. You guys agreed not to catch feelings for each other so that was your problem.. for another day. 

Wanting to get your mind off things, you decide it’s best to head home and bury yourself into completing your missing assignments. And well, being left high and dry were not in your expectations today, so let’s just say getting there as soon as possible and taking a cold shower were also in your plans.

You enter your room as you finish drying your hair with a towel, noticing the dim screen of your phone lit up with a notification. You sit down on your bed, phone in hand. It was a text from Seunghan.

{hani<3}   hey 10:26pm

      Y/N? 10:39pm

{y/n}       heyyy, what’s up? I was in the shower 10:40pm

{hani<3}   ur good 10:40pm

       my friend is throwing a party this friday 10:41pm

      wanna go with me? 10:41pm

{y/n}         uhh, what about ur gf 10:42pm

{hani<3}   dw about her, she’ll be out of town 10:42pm

      so? 10:43pm

{y/n}       I’ll come 10:43pm

You answer before closing your phone and throwing it on your bed. You groan, knowing you shouldn’t have said yes but.. Whatever, as much as you hate it, you can’t lie and say you don’t like spending time with him. 

You spent the last few days anticipating friday, but now you find yourself nervously fiddling with the hem of your little black dress, waiting outside of your apartment for Seunghan to pick you up.  

A car pulls up and you recognize it as Seunghan’s. When it stops, you open the door and get in. 

“Hey,” he says, giving you a sly smile. You greet him back as you buckle the seatbelt. As he drives away, his hand makes its way to your thigh, gripping it slightly. Seunghan looks at you and smirks when he hears your breath hitch. “Stay focused on the road..” you mutter. He simply hums, amused. He does as told, eyes looking forward but his hand remains on you, massaging circles on your plush skin with his thumb. 

You can feel his hand snake higher when he pulls up in the driveway of a bustling house. “Seunghan,” you say under your breath. He chuckles and stops the engine before taking his hand away, and you shiver at the now lack-of warmth on your thigh. “C’mon, let’s go in.” he says before getting out. You follow suit, jumping out of the car and meeting him at the front porch of the house. It takes a few knocks before someone opens the door. “Hey, man! Come on in,” says the guy, dapping up Seunghan. You soon learn that the guy’s name is Eunseok, one of Seunghan’s friends and the one hosting. 

Inside, the house is crowded with people. There’s people chatting, some are drinking, couples making out sloppily, some grinding on each other, there’s bodies pressed together everywhere. Not to mention the loud music and chattering. This is a party alright, you tell yourself. 

Seunghan pulls you along by the hand, taking you to the room where everyone is dancing with each other. The sound of the music is especially loud in this room, and you can barely hear each other. God, your head is already pounding from the noise. You definitely will need a drink to survive the night. 

You tap Seunghan’s shoulder. “I’ll be right back! I’m going to grab a drink, want anything?” you basically scream at him, so he can hear you over all the noise. 

He shoots you an ‘OK’ and tells you to get him anything, he’ll be waiting for you back here. 

You nod and separate yourself from his hold, maneuvering your way out of the pit of bodies. You exhale deeply when you leave the room, all the people pressed together were making it quite suffocating. 

It takes you a while to figure out where the drinks are, never having navigated this house before but you eventually do. You take two random mixed cocktails from the drinks table and make your way back to the dancefloor to find Seunghan. 

Upon entering the room, it takes you a while of searching until your eyes land on him. 

“What the fuck..” you mutter under your breath, heart aching slightly. Your eyes are wide as you stare at him and another figure next to him. Why was Seunghan with another girl? And why were they all up in each other’s business. You scoff and shake your head, trying to keep your cool.  But next thing you know, his mouth is on hers and they’re all over each other. 

Your heart drops and tears of frustration spring in your eyes. Seriously? You blink your tears away, Anton warned you, you just didn’t want to believe it. You knew Seunghan was a player, gosh, he was even playing his girlfriend with you. You just didn’t expect him to go off to someone else, why did he even ask you to the party then? You laugh dryly feeling stupid and used. 

You turn on your feet, making your way to the mostly empty room you saw when you passed by earlier. It was a more secluded area, the music also being less loud over here. There were a few people, a couple making out, two guys talking to each other at a table, and a guy on his phone sitting alone on the couch. 

You sigh and opt for the couch, the only sitting space available next to the guy. You set the drinks down on the table as you sit down, and take a sip of your now, much needed cocktail. You can feel him staring so you decide to take a glance at him too. 

Woah. Your eyes go wide, almost choking on your drink when you get a good look at him and you can see him smirk at your reaction. Pretty was an understatement, this guy was easily the most attractive man you’ve laid eyes upon. You clear your throat and direct your eyes back to the cocktail in your hands, swirling the liquid in the cup. 

A few minutes pass by in silence before he speaks up. “Here alone?” he asks. 

You jump a bit at his voice, not expecting him to initiate any conversation with you. Gosh, even his voice was pretty. “N-no, I mean, actually, yeah” you mumble. 

He raises his brow, but doesn’t push it. “What’s your name?” 

“Y/N, what’s yours?” you return the question. 

“That’s a pretty name, quite suitable for a pretty girl like you” he says with a flirty smile, “I’m Wonbin, nice to meet you, Y/N.” 

You feel your cheeks getting warm at his words, he thinks you’re pretty? You shake your head, he’s just flirting with you. “Nice to meet you..” 

“Are you here alone?” you throw the question back at him. 

He hums, “got dragged along by the boys, my friend’s hosting.” 

You nod, unsure what to say next. 

“So, Y/N, why are you here alone?” Wonbin asks. 

You sigh, re-calling the situation to him. It was a bit embarrassing but hey, he asked and you had someone to let out your frustrations to. 

“What an asshole,” he scoffs, “I’m sorry he did that, you deserve to be treated better.”

You shake your head, “It’s okay, I should've seen it coming. Anyways, I didn’t want to let it ruin my night but here I am. I wanted to distract myself but I guess it’s still on my mind.” 

Wonbin listens to your rant before placing a hand on your thigh. “I can be your distraction, Y/N.” he whispers.

“W-what,” you blurb out, taken aback. “What do you mean, Wonbin.” 

He smirks, “I meant what I said earlier, Y/N. So, will you let me be your distraction, pretty?” he says headily.

You stare at him, his own eyes staring back at you intently. He leans in closer and you can feel his breath against your lips. “Can I?” he whispers. 

You quickly nod, wanting to know how his lips would feel like on yours. 

With your approval, Wonbin closes the distance between your mouths. One of his hands comes to gently cup your cheek, while the other leaves feathering touches down your body. 

You sigh softly against his soft lips, of course he’s a good kisser on top of everything. God, this man was dangerous. 

You pull back for a second, softly pushing him so he rests against the couch, readjusting your position so you're straddling him. “I- is this okay?” you mumble shyly. 

He laughs softly, his hands coming to rest against your sides. “This is great actually,” he smirks before leaning in to kiss you more. 

You let your hands rest on his shoulders, leaning in closer and deepening the kiss. His tongue swipes against your lips, a silent ask, and you gladly oblige. He pushes past your lips, tongue playing with yours. 

A soft moan leaves your lips as the kiss turns more heated by the second. Wonbin groans against your mouth, you taste so good and your lips feel perfect on his, like you were made for him. You pull back for a second to catch your breath and Wonbin takes the opportunity to attack your neck. 

You play with his hair as he leaves love bites all over your neck and collarbone, god these we’re gonna be a pain to cover up, but you couldn’t care less at the moment. He pulls back for a second admiring his work with a satisfied smirk. 

“Fuck, you look even more pretty like this, covered in my marks” he whispers heatedly. 

You hum with reddened cheeks, feeling yourself getting desperate for more. You lean down, feverishly leaving kisses down his jaw, making your way to his neck and leaving markings of your own. A soft noise leaves his lips at your attention and you pull back with a gasp as you feel him getting hard against your clothed pussy. 

Amused by your reaction, he pushes you harder against the tent growing in his pants. “F-fuck, you’re so hard.” you moan out at the feeling.

“Mmm, it’s all because of you” he purrs, hands slipping under your already hiked-up dress. You shiver at the feeling of his cold hands on your bare skin. 

Wonbin begins rocking your body against him, enticing you to grind on him. “F-fuck, bbin-” you breath out, his hard on pressing on just the right spot. 

Wonbin smirks at the nickname you gave him, “feel good, hmm?” You just nod, focusing on rolling your hips against him. 

You whine when Wonbin holds you down, forcing you to stop your rhythm. “Why–” 

He repositions you so his thigh is directly under your core, pushing you down on him. “I want you to make yourself feel good,” he says in a husky voice, flexing his muscles under you, the feeling making you grip his shoulders harder.  

“C’mon, you we’re doing so good earlier, baby” he cooes, moving your hips against him. You whine, feeling shy but letting him rock you against him. Eventually, you feel yourself growing needier, finding a rhythm of your own. 

“F-fuck, Wonbin, ah-!” you moan out as he attaches his lips on your neck, sucking that sweet spot and leaving yet another mark. 

You can feel yourself getting closer, hips desperately grinding down on him and Wonbin can’t help but look at you with an amused expression. “C’mon, pretty, are you close?” 

You just hum, eyes shut and eyebrows knitted together, chasing your high. You gasp when Wonbin flexes his thigh and pushes you harder against him, helping you get there. 

You can feel it coming, legs starting to shake under his hold, but Wonbin keeps rocking you against him. “A-ah! Wait, fuck–!” you whine as you cum, letting your head fall against him as your body sputters in his hold. 

He lets you catch your breath, hands rubbing down your sides in a soothing way, “That was so hot,” he chuckles. 

You sit back up, looking at him with a smile before your face drops. Oh my god, you completely forgot that you weren’t alone in the room. Wonbin sees your expression as you look around the room, catching on. 

“Don’t worry, they left earlier, if that’s what you’re worried about.” he reassures you. 

You let out a sigh of relief, turning back to him and pressing a kiss to his lips. He catches your lips with his, sharing another heated kiss with you. 

You teasingly move on his lap, earning a groan from him. “Fuck, pretty, don’t tease,” he rasps out. You give him a sly smile, running your hand down his chest until you reach the tent in his pants. 

His breath hitches as you grab him through his pants, watching you intently, anticipating your next move. 

You get off his lap painfully slowly before dropping to your knees in between his legs. You look up at him with sultry eyes as you unzip his pants. He curses, the way you look at him making him feel things.

You can’t help but gawk at him when you finally free his aching cock. Was there anything about this man that wasn’t pretty? 

You wrap one of your hands around him, giving him a few pumps before licking a strip up his length. “F-fuck–” Wonbin hisses, throwing his head back at the sensation. 

You giggle, kissing his tip already leaking with pre-cum, earning another groan from him. Without warning you take him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around his tip. His head snaps back up, wanting to watch you suck him off. He grabs your hair in one hand so he can get a better view. 

And, fuck, isn’t that a view to look at, Wonbin thinks to himself. Your small mouth wrapped around him with your saliva dripping down his cock turning him on even more. 

Maintaining eye contact with him, you start taking him deeper in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down and hollowing your cheeks. His hips involuntarily buck against your mouth at the feeling, causing you to gag on his cock. 

“S-shit, sorry pretty, you’re making me feel so good,” he says through ragged breaths. 

You moan around him at the praise, the vibrations making him twitch in your mouth. “Fuck, I want to fuck this pretty little mouth, will you let me?” he asks desperately. 

You hum in response and that’s all it takes before he starts rutting in your mouth, tears prick your eyes as you try not to gag.

You hold onto his thighs for stability as he continues abusing your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat which will surely leave a bruise, but all you could care about right now is making him feel good. 

He groans, hips starting to stutter, “y-you’re taking me so well, pretty” 

You moan, hollowing your cheeks for him, making him shutter. 

You can feel him start to twitch in your mouth, indicating that he is close. “F-fuck, where do you want me?” He pulls out quickly, fisting his cock in his hand. You open your mouth for him, a silent answer. 

After a few more pumps, he shoots ropes of white into your mouth. Without breaking eye contact, you swallow every last drop of his load. 

“Fuck,” he stares down at you, patting your head while breathing heavily. “You did so good, pretty” he says, pulling you back up to kiss you hungrily. You moan into the kiss, and Wonbin smirks against your mouth. 

You pull back, “Wonbin.. I want you,” you murmur needily. 

“Yeah?” he hums, amused, before gently pushing you down on the couch, climbing over you. 

Wonbin lifts your dress to have easier access to your entrance. And he can’t help but chuckle at your drenched panties, tossing them to the side. 

He drops a kiss to your lips before aligning himself with your entrance. “I’m going to put it in, okay?” he says before entering you.

You moan at the feeling, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to you. “S-shit, you’re so tight..” he groans.

“I’m gonna move now,” he warns you before slamming his hips into you, your wet cunt taking his dick perfectly. 

You pull him down, attacking his lips with yours. He’s making you feel so good, his cock hitting all the right places. Your hands bury themselves in his long hair, tugging here and there.

Wonbin groans, “look at you taking me so well, pretty. It’s like you were made to be mine,” he purrs. 

You moan, arching your back into him when he hits your sweet spot. “R-right there, bbin, ah-! Fuck!” 

Wonbin continues hitting that spot, hips snapping against yours, increasing his speed when he feels you clench around him. He’s not gonna last long if you keep sucking him in like this. 

Luckily with a final snap of his hips, you reach your new high, legs trembling as ecstasy takes over your senses. Wonbin quickly pulls out, fisting his cock a few times and spilling his load all over your lower stomach. 

You look up at him with a lazy smile, “that was amazing, bbin” 

He chuckles before getting up, fixing his pants and grabbing tissues from the table, cleaning you up. You thank him before getting up and fixing your dress. 

Wonbin grabs your hand, clearing his throat, “uhh, i don’t know if it’s a right time to ask but, would you let me take you out, tomorrow?” he asks sheepishly.

You giggle, “Sure, I’d love that.” 

Usually the date would come before the hook up, but you wouldn’t mind doing things upside down with Wonbin.

“Great,” he smiles, “now, let me take you home.” he offers and you smile. 

Wonbin was, without doubt, the best distraction you could’ve gotten. 

You’re gonna end whatever is going on with Seunghan tomorrow morning, for now, you're gonna enjoy the rest of your night.

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Ughhh I'm so sorry to be an ass but I see so much popular art on tumblr and around the internet that really woobifies both Laios and Kabru and their relationship, especially when they're together.... You guys are aware that Laios eats monsters the way people would like. Eat animals, right? He's not crazy or stupid or sadistic or anything. He has a special interest and it's monsters.

Furthermore, his past having himself and his sister be shunned for their interests in the abnormal made him develop a distaste for humanity. Laios has just thought monsters were way cooler since he was a kid, and Falin really looked up for him for his dedication to his interests and personal code of moral ethics. He never loved his sister less for her abilities, he admired her for what made her different. Because he's fucking awesome and they're autistic as hell.... they both went through so damn much. Laios never fit into the military, into his hometown, he barely fit into most groups of adventurers since he met Marcille, chilchuck, and company, and two of the members of that original party didn't care enough to join him. His feeling of worthlessness to his friends in the beginning of the story are enough to make him imagine a whole scenario in between major chapters where he was the one who was eaten.. and he thought nobody except Falin would care enough to save him.

Point being Laios has a much richer character that goes ALONGSIDE his special interest in monsters. Which honestly is more comparable to, like. A fucking biologist. Not a monsterfucker, not a cannibal, none of that shit. Monsterfuckers are cool as a monsterfucker but he's not one.. he's more like a furry man.... And he's not stupid he's just. Autistic. Why are we making autistic characters with a silly side seem stupid? Everyone has dumb moments sure but like.. he's really smart guys... there's a reason he's such a good leader outside of his ability to listen to his party members. Don't fall for the mischaracterization of Laios that his party members originally set for him before major important arcs guys...

And Kabru. Oh my God. Kabru. Kabru is also autistic but for humans, social interactions and culture... he's a nerd for politics and the humanities, and I'll avoid saying much more to avoid spoilers for non-manga readers but you'll see more of that as time passes. But he's not the type to be easily flustered. Laios only gets to him, not even because he's that difficult to read, but because he catches him off guard. He's an interesting critter, bro. And Kabru definitely sees that. It takes time to respect that, but within a period of time he learns to see him as a relatively competent adventurer and places a lot of faith from him. On some level, this guy has learned to understand this very interesting autistic guy who is forward with his feelings that a very autistic Kabru hasn't learned to understand. That's what makes their relationship so cool, man. He's not cold in reality (though people may perceive him that way due to backstory motivations and attitude within the dungeon), but he's a lot more serious than this... c'mon guys.. let's be a little real here please.... at this point I barely like Labru anymore because they've been so like. Babied. Woobified. Whatever the word is man. I'm starting to appreciate their friendship more as a friendship now because I just think the beautiful qualities I saw in their romance have been sort of overlooked or misinterpreted. Nowadays I just think their platonic relationship is beautiful. Sighs.

Farcille is awesome though and these girls are awesome slay

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Edit: hey guys, I wanna address a couple of things here! For one, this isn't intended to be ship hate. Labru is a perfectly valid ship - rather, I'm just not a fan of how deep the mischaracterization of both characters runs, and how it results in the subsequent babying of their relationship. While it's driven me personally away from the romance a bit, I have no problem with the ship itself. Additionally, Farcille has its own issues with woobification that could use some addressing, I just haven't had to see as much mischaracterization on my feeds. Maybe in a future post I'll address some of my personal peeves with many people's characterization of Farcille, ESPECIALLY Falin.

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Caitlyn and Violet: Hope

Spoilers For All of Arcane

So, I must apologize. I know some of you were probably hoping for my usual encyclopedic breakdown of the events that make up the story of these two remarkable women. And truth be told, I have started and stopped attempts at that very thing many times, trying to express why their story means so much to me, and my thoughts on why it will continue to mean so much to so many, as time passes...

If that highly detailed point-by-point is more your speed, I have done so for the both of them across various posts and appreciate that you would read any of this to begin with. But, what I would like to discuss in this, why I think they have come to really stick with me, is hope.

An angry orphan from Zaun, a naïve heiress from Piltover, their story is of worlds colliding. This is not a new idea, "Star Crossed Lovers", "Opposite Sides Of The Tracks"... there are countless examples. The thing that makes Arcane, and by extension these characters so wonderful, is that the characters are so... so much more than that. And they can mean so much more than that to each other.

That angry orphan contains a heart wounded beyond imagining, yet strong as steel. That naïve heiress contains the strength to both forgive those who have terribly wronged her, and to stand in the breach against death itself alongside those who follow her.

It is their journey to find and understand the worth of these hidden depths that make them who they are, both through their own strength and through the bond they form with one another. Vi's life, is to put it bluntly, over before Caitlyn meets her. Seven years in a brutal, abusive prison, not on record, with no indication Marcus ever would have freed her. Her entire life is spent fighting for survival, and dwelling on all that she has lost, until an enforcer, the symbol of everything she hates, offers her a chance. Offers her hope.

Caitlyn comes from a life of wealth and privilege, that is violently upended through her eye opening journey with Vi and everything that follows. She undergoes great loss, and great pain, and as she is swallowed that darkness we see the loss of hope in Violet and Caitlyn both. I have cited it a few times in discussions of the events of this story, but the lyrics from Hamilton's "Its quiet uptown" always return to me in times of thinking of both Vi's days in the pit and Caitlyn's as the commander.

"There are moments that your in so deep, it feels easier to just swim down"

Now of course, it is not simply the loss of relationship that drives both of these women into that lowest point. Nor is it solely the restoration of that love that pulls them out. But what they mean to one another, the promise of what might be... that is one of the central messages of this story. To let go of the darkness of yesterday, and embrace the hope of tomorrow.

After months apart, surviving great loss and tragedy, Caitlyn and Violet reunite on the ridge outside of Viktor's commune. I spoke on this recently, but I was confused at first during this moment. It seemed almost, comical. Caitlyn was so stiff, derisive. But then I remembered their first meeting:

Vi inside of her cell, the defenses she had built around herself as the cocky and brash inmate to hide her overwhelming pain on full display, and Caitlyn. Standing tall, apart, seeming almost to be having to make an effort to look down her nose at Vi. Until she finds out Vi had been abused inside that prison, that haven of the establishment she served, and steps over the line beginning a journey she never could have imagined would be so life-changing.

Thinking back on that, I realized what we are seeing is Caitlyn protecting herself. She has closed herself off to any possibility that the woman she loves could still care for her. Until she hears it... Cupcake... And in that moment thanks to the wonderful animation of this show, we see in her eyes, she knows that all is not lost. Perhaps things can never be as they were. But maybe.. there is hope they could be something new. Because even with everything she has done, Vi has not given up on her...

And it is when Vi's hope is failing... in Jinx, in Caitlyn, and in herself, perhaps in a way that she never would have recovered from, that Caitlyn returns to her in a prison cell. Offering that light that she once did, only stronger and more resolute. As she enters, Vi is in danger of falling into that darkness, lamenting that her belief in her sister has cost her everyone that matters to her. But Caitlyn comes to her, crossing the threshold of Vi's pain and it's not just that she relocated the guards, and set aside her hatred in favor of Vi's love. It's that she SEES Vi. She doesn't just trust Vi to make the right choice, but the worthy choice. Because she not only believes in Vi's heart, she honors it, she holds it as sacred, and in one simple action that could never be matched with words she shows Vi that her fierce love and hope in people is not a weakness, but her greatest strength.

Ultimately, after so much tragedy and pain, it is through fierce love, and hope without condition that they find their way back to one another. When I see them in the end, it is that hope that resonates me. They are broken, battered, grieving and in the midst of terrible loss. But their love has been through the fires of hell, and emerged. Stronger, and more real than it ever could have been. And it is with that bond in one another that they can move forward. The promise of tomorrow no longer a distant dream.

**Someone had the nerve to ask me why I keep using this gif. HAVE YOU SEEN THEM?!?!?**

Thank you for anyone who reads this. I know because of my own comments some were probably expecting the longer thing like I have been doing, but I just.... it wasn't what this needed from me. Anyway, keep standing up for stories that matter. Til next time.

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . i tried to do something here, i swear. drabble inspired by @etheries1015 's idea. special thanks to my dear @livelaughlovesubs for proofreading and helping me with this one, ily (🥹🫶✨). ˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . lowercase intended, 878 words, angsty themes, reader is sad bc they feel objectified by the demons.

“why...?”

that was the question that lingered in your head the most. stuck in a sea of misery and hardship that only you could freely navigate and easily drown in.

there was no other way to share the pain of your most incessant storms of thoughts, not when no one there present seemed to care about your mental well-being.

of course, they cared about you, or that's what you wanted to conclude from times when they truthfully helped you. from the moment satan decided to take you to hell to bring minhyeok back, through the various moments in which you needed the different essences of demons and humans to survive, to when your life seemed to be in danger and they were there to rescue or save you… it was all certainly nice, feeling loved on those occasions.

however, all those memories only led to the same point, making you feel like nothing was right that morning. has it ever even been?

they could sing to the winds and swear to hell that they appreciated you, they loved you, that you were the most important person to them. yet, why didn't anyone seem to care about you?

firstly, the elephant in the room, you were the only living descendant of the much acclaimed and beloved –plus dead– solomon. a man who seemed to leave such a great mark on both hell and heaven. your ancestry unknowingly condemned you to a life of pain, unbridled lust, and way more.

someone who said that he saw you as his own child, but that he never seemed to be there for you or understand you in the face of your deepest sorrows.

and, then there was what certainly shrank your heart the most, took the air from your lungs, and made you a mere vessel of what you once could be.

“aren’t i worth more than my body? do they just see me as a sex toy? a pretty face and body to own and use as they please?”

you wanted and implored that the answer to all of that was no, that they didn't see you as such. but how could you convince yourself of that if they only seemed to mind about your physical appearance? they were indeed interested in your personality, especially when you showed one of their sins in front of them, and yet no one seemed to know your favorite color, food, music, or animal.

questions that if strangers in the human world had asked you’d have been somewhat uncomfortable. after all, who asks those nowadays?

and, here you were now, wishing that one of the many demons there would take even the slightest curiosity in you to ask such things. 

“was it so difficult to ask about your favorite weather? what is your favorite type of tea? what is your favorite book? what is your favorite dessert?”

“was it so difficult to feel any interest in your damn tastes?”

there was a time when anger resided like a parasite in your hot veins for every time those thoughts plagued your mind. an arduous sensation that made you want to harm those who unconsciously hurt you so much in the same way.

but, that was already something in the past. now you could only completely shut up and look at the ground. anger is replaced by sadness, deep, drowning sadness. long nights in tears and full days in pain. but, no one seemed to notice, and if they did they didn't even ask about it. 

“would it cost that much to care?”

it was a slow realization process. a clear decomposition of your spirits, your feelings, of you as a being. you didn't even know if you really cared about saving this already damned place, or if you even wanted to go home... home. your home...

and so a single tear fell from your eye, one that you didn't think even thought existed in your weakened body.

minhyeok... would he still be waiting for you? would he even be alive once you got back? would he welcome you with a plate of your favorite food? a bouquet? a hug…?

the only one who understood and knew you. how would he react if he saw you like this? he would surely care for you like a mama bear. taking your temperature, cooking and feeding you, telling you how silly yet precious you are, giving you all that love that you crave so much.

a smile, a weak smile on your lips appeared at the memories of your best friend. how much you missed him day after day, longing to return to the home that was his arms. the warmth that only he knew how to bring to everything around him, including you. the thousand and one apologies he deserved from you.

so much, and for nothing, because you were still there among demons until everything was over... and, that was if they later deigned to let you go, something that you were not even sure was possible. 

you doubted that after all that chaos they’d let you leave their side. knowing them, they would even lock you up if that kept you close to them. just a mere creature trapped in the vile clutches of thirsty beasts.