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spermeboy · 1 day ago
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Drug Dealer!Rafe Cameron
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Rafe didn't sell the hardcore drugs that could get him sent to prison for life. He wasn't stupid. He only sold drugs like weed or mushrooms, simply because he wanted to earn his own money to feel a sense of independence away from his father. He had a couple of regulars, including you, but also just some people who drove in out of town so their partners didn't catch them, so he got an idea of the kind of people who do drugs so he's never surprised when those kind of people come over to him.
Except once you walked over to him and slid a twenty dollar bill across the table, leaving it in front of him, his eyes darted up to meet with yours while your body shook nervously. It was clear to him that you've never done this before, which he thought about making fun of you for that, but how your body was shaking, it seemed that the right thing to do would be to smile at you. Rafe never smiled at anyone, so this was strange for him.
"First time?" He mumbled out in a soft tone, which was completely in the opposite direction to him regular aggressive toned voice. You nod your head nervously as you sit down opposite him, smiling awkwardly at him. Rafe took a deep breath cause he could tell this was going to be a long deal. You're both in a secluded area. This is the regular place the drug deals go down.
Rafe lines the weed up on the rolling paper, and he rolls it into a tight spliff. He keeps eye contact with you as he runs his tongue along the rolling paper and then sticking it down so the weed doesn't fall out, you're already nervous so that fact he made eye contact with you as he ran his tongue along the paper in such a seductive way caused your face to turn bright red.
Rafe let out a quiet chuckle to himself as he hands over the spliff that he made specially for you, "Just put it in your mouth and I'll light it" he says to you in a calm tone, you slowly bring the spliff up your mouth placing it in slightly and you lean forward as Rafe strikes a match and lights up the spliff. "Breath in and exhale," he says with a big smirk on his face, watching you lose your weed virginity.
You obey his commands and exhale out the smoke, your tight facial expressions soften, and your pupils dilate. Rafe bursts out laughing as he watches how your entire demeanour changes. You smoke half the joint until Rafe takes it from your mouth and takes a puff of the joint, "for a first timer...half is enough" Rafe says in a stern voice as he lays his head back to look up at the clouds as he exhales the smoke.
Once Rafe finished smoking the spliff and he actually focused on you, he noticed how completely out of it you were, which caused him to burst out laughing for a second time "you've gotta come back another time" Rafe says softly and slowly so you can really take in what hes just said. He stands up and walks over to you, seeing your eyes slowly follow him.
He gently taps your cheek with the palm of his hand as he grabs your arms and pulls you up "come on buddy...let's get you home" he says in a soft tone as he helps get you home. Once he manages to actually get past your parents and into your bedroom, you flop down onto your bed and just start non-stop giggling. Which causes Rafe to burst out laughing as he watches you, "I'm gonna go...hopefully I'll see you around" he says softly as he gently pats your thigh before leaving.
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marril96 · 1 day ago
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Casually Cruel
Chapter 1: Cruel for the Sake of Cruelty
Pairing: Agatha Harkness x reader
Summary: set in WandaVision 1.09. After Agatha's defeat, you beg Wanda not to brainwash her.
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You'd told her that this was a horrible idea, but Agatha, ever stubborn, refused to listen, and now you were going to lose her, and you were too frightened to even cry about it.
"It'll be fine," she'd assured you, and, like a fool, you'd believed her.
Or rather indulged her for the bad feeling you'd had about this had never waned, no matter how hard you tried to suppress it, or pretended to do so.
The Avenger, Wanda Maximoff, had created a hex of some sort that was insanely powerful. More powerful than anything you'd ever witnessed, and you've been dating Agatha Harkness for two centuries. More powerful than her.
It had, of course, gotten Agatha's attention.
She wanted this power.
And what she wanted, she got. She took.
She was going to do this with or without you, so you decided to come along, just in case. The entire plan reeked of danger, of tragedy; you weren't going to leave her alone if something were to go wrong. You were nowhere near her power level — no one was, or so you'd thought until now — but two witches were better than one.
Taking over some poor guy's house and mind-controlling him wasn't your idea of fun, even if he did have a hilarious name, but what was even less fun was the role Agatha had chosen for you as the two of you had blended into Wanda's weird sitcom universe.
The bratty, mouthy daughter.
"Absolutely not," was the first thing that had come out of your mouth, but she was adamant that that was how things had to be. Since she was fulfilling the nosy neighbor archetype, there wasn't much else to work with. Your choices were to either be her fake daughter or to not leave the house until this whole charade was over.
So, fake daughter, you were.
It took some time for you to pick up on the era-appropriate slang (so many years had passed since; you barely even remembered what you ate for dinner last night, let alone terminology from decades ago), but Agatha was a good teacher. She made sure your act was almost as perfect as hers.
You hated every moment of it, but getting to insult her while you were in character made up for it. You'd found Agnes telling you, in retort to your rudeness, that you're not too old to bend across her knee particularly amusing. That was the highlight of every day here, actually.
Though, usually, it was Agatha bent across your knee instead of the other way around. A barking dog who liked to get bit.
She ended up getting bit for real.
You'd tried to change her mind, tried to convince her it wasn't worth it, hell, had even offered sex in exchange for getting the hell out of here, but she was dead set on getting whatever power it was that Wanda Maximoff had.
Chaos magic, it had turned out.
Wanda Maximoff was the Scarlet Witch.
Agatha was so fucked.
You'd stayed out of the fight. Agatha had assured you she could handle it. All you had ro do was watch and admire her handiwork.
Instead, you almost ended up weeping.
Almost for you didn't dare let any tears fall lest you crumble to pieces right then and there.
Agatha was close to victory, but Wanda had outsmarted her. She had gotten the upper hand and had turned the tables, sucking Agatha dry of all the power she'd amassed over the centuries.
"Good girl," Agatha said as Wanda lowered her to the ground, near where you were standing.
On her knees, she looked pitiful, like a wounded puppy. All you wanted to do was scoop her up and hold her and never let her go. Never let anyone lay a hand on her again.
Yes, she had started the fight, and yes, she hadn't listened to you, but you couldn't be mad at her. Not for long. Not when she was so vulnerable, barely a step above a normal human.
It wasn't right.
It wasn't fair.
You supposed something like this was bound to happen eventually. She was bound to come across one who would wipe the floor with her and make her their bitch. You just didn't think it would happen now.
"So, what now?" Agatha asked, feigning nonchalance. Trying — and failing, desperately so — to put on as brave a face as she could, when you knew for a fact she was a mess on the inside. A mess you'd already started making plans to take care of. "You just gonna lock me up somewhere?"
Over your dead body.
"No. Not somewhere," Wanda said, disgustingly pleased with herself. "Here."
Agatha was confused, as were you. "Here?"
"Mmhmm. I'll give you the role you chose. The nosy neighbor."
Blood ran cold in your veins. She couldn't possibly be saying what you thought she was saying. She wouldn't do that. She couldn't.
She was a hero.
Heroes didn't kick people while they were down.
Heroes weren't cruel.
Agatha was mortified. "No. Please."
Your heart broke at how small, how utterly helpless she was. The Agatha you knew didn't beg. She didn't plead. She wasn't terrified to the bone.
She wasn't powerless.
"I'm sorry," Wanda said, even though she was clearly not.
Agatha called her out on it. "No, you're not. You're cruel."
Wanda ignored her, smirk proudly plastered over her mouth.
And people thought Agatha was a monster.
Unable to watch any further, swallowing the fear, the utmost despair that coiled inside you, you stepped in front of Agatha before Wanda could reach her. Your arms spread wide, covering her. Shielding her. Protecting her, if only momentarily.
"Wanda, please," you said, voice cracking.
Wanda didn't care. "Get out of my way."
A brave tear escaped down your cheek. "Please, don't do this. She's all I have."
"She should have thought of that before she tried to kill me," Wanda said coldly.
"Yes, she should have. She shouldn't have attacked you." She should have fucking listened to you. "That doesn't make doing this to her right."
As an alleged hero, she should know that.
There was defeating an enemy, and then there was torture.
Heroes didn't do that.
Not even you and Agatha did that.
Wanda scowled. "Doesn't it?"
So much for the esteemed hero.
Your eyes pricked with newly blooming tears. Your heart quickened. "Please. I promise you, she won't bother you again. I'll make sure of it."
"What makes you think your promises mean anything to me?"
"They may mean nothing to you, but…" They meant everything to you. To Agatha. "I love her too much to lose her. She knows that. And she knows what's at stake now."
Wanda pondered on it for a moment. "Am I supposed to forget what she did to me?"
You did worse, you thought, but didn't dare say it out loud. She'd enslaved an entire town. Made them live through her nightmares. Stole their children away from them.
Nothing Agatha did to her could compare to the trauma she's inflicted on these people.
"No. You have every right to hate her," you said. "Please, just… don't take her from me. Please."
"You could keep her company here, if you want," Wanda said, threat clear in her voice.
She could brainwash you and Agatha together.
A chill shot through you, straight to the bone. "I've done nothing to you."
"You came here with her." Okay. Fair point. "If you want to stay with her," Wanda continued, "I can arrange that. It's your choice."
"Is that something you want your kids to see? Their mother torturing people?" you asked. Two could play this game.
"Leave my children out of this!" Wanda snapped.
You'd hit a nerve.
"You're involving them by doing this in front of them."
She looked back at her boys, huddled at their father's side.
"You tortured this entire town, and now you want to torture Agatha," you kept on, having gathered your last remnants of courage. Of hope that the woman you loved could still be saved. "With the town, at least it wasn't on purpose." Not from the beginning, anyway. "But doing it to her? That is on purpose."
Wanda turned back to you. Red rimmed her eyes, the same shade as her outfit. Tears threatening to break free.
"No child should see their mother do that," you told her.
Silence befell you as Wanda stared, first at you and then at the ground, lost in thought. Going through your words one by one. Trying to think back a suitable retort, but none were coming to mind.
She knew you were right.
God, you hoped she knew you were right.
You'd promised Agatha, a long time ago, that you would always have her back, and you intended to make good on it. You wouldn't let the Scarlet Witch lay another finger on her — not without a fight.
If she killed you, so be it.
At the very least, Agatha would know you were telling the truth. She would know that you weren't one of the people who would stab her in the back while promising her loyalty.
She would know that she was right to trust you.
Finally, without meeting your gaze, after what seemed like forever, Wanda said, "Get her out of my face."
You gasped. "You mean…?"
"Get her out of here." She looked at Agatha cowering behind you, face contorted with venom. "I better not see you again. You know what's coming if I do."
A relief like you'd never felt before lifted off your shoulders. You were weightless, lighter than a feather.
Wanda was letting Agatha go. The woman you loved was going to be okay.
You'd managed to keep your word.
You didn't let her down.
Not wanting to waste another second, worried that Wanda was going to change her mind, you reached out for Agatha's hand and pulled her to her feet. Your arms were around her before she managed to steady herself, your magic sparkling, blooming from your fingertips. With a swift thought of, Up, you leapt up into the air.
Agatha held on to you like she never had before. For safety. For dear life. Her heart running marathons against your chest.
"It's okay," you told her as you flew higher, higher, higher, as far away as you could from this awful place. From the woman who'd almost taken her from you. "I got you. You're safe."
A circle opened up in the hex, a farewell gift from Wanda for the two of you. The final get-the-fuck-out.
You happily obliged. No hesitation, no looking back.
You never wanted to see her or Westview again.
"Y/N…" Agatha said weakly. Meekly. So unlike her.
A wordless thank you.
It broke your heart.
"I love you. I hope you know that." You nuzzled the crook of her neck. Kissed her hair. "I'd do anything for you."
Even confront an unhinged witch with power alike that of a deity.
Agatha's grip on you tightened. I know, the gesture said. Me, too.
Though, going forwards, it was going to be up to you to make sure the two of you were safe. Until she got at least a tiny fraction of her power back.
You hoped you were up to the challenge.
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Tags: @werewolfbarbie @miss-moon-guardian @hermslore @uniquelesbianidiot @natashamaximoff1 @alsoknownasmel @swan-queen-is-magic @tardisesandtitans
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monnisaurus · 2 days ago
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I think the issue here is that you might have a different perspective of the experience of watching all that, or even just a different response to it.
I won't deny there must be lots people laughing at her cause... People 🤷🏽‍♀️. But also, you can laugh at the situation as a whole. That said, when I watched it my friends and I were the only ones laughing - as silently as we could -, all for pretty similar reasons.
Because it was so funny, realising how I was there in a movie theatre and, for the first time in my life, it really clicked how utterly ridiculous is what we put ourselves through to please disgusting men who don't wash their hands and look at us with that scanning eyes of them.
Even though I knew it all already, while watching I realised I actually didn't really got it until that point.
And it was funny seeing what she put herself through. Seeing her doing her fucking very best to look right and presentable, despite what she saw on the mirror and despite she felt like shit with what I interpreted as an insane level of body dismorfia. To witch, same girly
And it was so funny because sitting there I kinda realised how ridiculous I've been every time I harmed and pushed myself to please a cruel, uncaring audience, just because that's what I've been taught would make me valuable.
So yeah, I was laughing. Not at her, but at me.
Cause she is in utter distress, falling down a pit of her own making to please this ungrateful audience. And it's so fucking funny how I'm feeling so insanely empathetic and relatable to a fucking horror movie.
It was kinda an "I laugh because I don't know what else to do" feeling. Like I'd probably have cried if I wasn't trying to process everything going on in real time.
The number of people laughing in the theater, during the penultimate scene of The Substance, made me feel like I was in the goddamn twilight zone. Look at what she’s become, she did it all for you. She’s still trying to put on a perfect show so you’ll love her. Her hair is burning off in the curling iron, she can’t put on her earrings, and you’re laughing at her. Where’s your empathy for the monster? Haven’t you ever hated yourself that much? It’s still her. It’s all you. Her despair drags ever deeper and you’re laughing
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mochiwonz · 3 days ago
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✉ - won the boyfriend lottery ♡
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𓍯𓂃 content : insecure fem!reader x sweet bf!ni-ki , FLUFF , skinship (hugging , kissing , hand holding etc) , cursing , petnames (nini , baby , my love etc) , reader loves the scent of vanilla , lots of lovee <33
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𓍯𓂃 note : i really reallyy think that as much as ni-ki is playful and likes to tease ,, he would definitely be the most caring, gentle, and understanding boyfriend ever :3 i hope that atleast some of you can find this fic relatable (i know i can) and i hope you enjoyy ♡♡
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You look in the mirror, you're wearing a fitted top and flared jeans. Complimenting the outfit, you're wearing bow earrings and pretty rings, and of course some cute makeup. You're supposed to be feeling all pretty and confident, right? But actually, you're feeling the exact opposite. It's like the longer you look at yourself, the uglier you get. Fuck, why is it so hard for you to feel pretty?
Giving up, you change back into your baggy basketball shorts and xl baggy tee.
You've always preferred baggier clothes because 1. they were more comfortable and 2. people don't pay attention to your body. One could say that you were quite insecure. You've never felt gorgeous, at most you've felt okay, average, or mediocre. You've always found something wrong with your face, your uneven eyes, the one bump that won't seem to go away, or your dark circles. You wonder how those pretty girls do it. How they just walk around flawlessly, wind blowing through their hair perfectly and their skin basically glowing. Gosh, you really hated how you looked and how insecure you were. You thought you could never be loved by someone, ever.
That was until your boyfriend, ni-ki appeared in your life, and you couldn't be more grateful. It was like the universe knew when you needed him the most and boom, there he was.
Of course, you were still very insecure, it was nothing compared to how you were one year ago. Ni-ki had always made it very clear that he understood you and that you were absolutely beautiful, even if you couldn't quite see it yet. Everytime you felt insecure, he could immediately tell and instantly went to comfort you. Everytime that you felt unsure about anything, he would reassure you. He made you feel understood and seen, something you hadn't felt since...well...ever. People would always tell you, "you don't need to be insecure" or "just stop being insecure" as if it was really that easy.
Fast forward to today, it was your guy's first anniversary as a couple. You still remember the day he confessed, you also remember being so confused. How did someone as beautiful and perfect as him end up being attracted to you?
To put it simply, you were the most gorgeous human being he had ever laid his eyes on. The first time that he laid his eyes on you in senior year of highschool, he knew that you were the one. He never expected such a beautiful girl to be so insecure, but that didn't matter to him. Everyone worried about something, your worry just happened to be your appearance and overall self. He understood. He truly did.
Anyways, you and ni-ki agreed on just going out to get his favorite gongcha milk tea and come back to your place to cuddle and watch an anime. You guys didn't care if it wasn't that "special", because all you really wanted to do was be in each other's presence.
You didn't wanted to be perceived as the hot boy's ugly girlfriend. That's why you were trying to dress up like the pretty girls you've seen on social media. We already know how it went, and now you're in baggy basketball shorts and a baggy tee.
What if ni-ki doesn't like it? What if he thinks you look bad today? Should you just put more effort and atleast try to look "good"?
"y/n, baby, you're so fucking gorgeous. you don't have to dress up and put on alot of makeup for me to find you beautiful. you could be bald and i'd still find you so gorgeous. and don't worry about what other people think of you, why does it matter at the end of the day?" you remember him telling you.
Right, ni-ki loves you for who you already are, and you try to remind yourself of that everyday. Of course, it's hard- but you're trying.
Snapping you out of your thoughts, you hear a knock on your door and a voice from outside. A very familiar voice, one that you could recognize literally anywhere.
"babyyy it's meee" ni-ki says from the other side of the door, and you already know he has the cutest smile on his face right now. He might be 6ft and all, but he's your giant baby.
"coming!!" you exclaim while excitedly running to the door, trying not to slip. Let's just say you've slipped a few times before.
Opening to the door, you're met with a smiling ni-ki. And wow- he looked so good. He was wearing an oversized black hoodie with some red designs on it and some baggy jeans. On top of that, he also had some silver rings and a silver chrome hearts necklace on and honestly, you were fighting the urge to lunge at him right now. God knows how you were controlling yourself.
He quickly brings you into his embrace, engulfing you in his warmth.
"my baby, i missed youuuu" he says in a sweet tone of voice, still hugging you. He was always so sweet to you, you truly think you won the boyfriend lottery.
You look up at him with hearts in your eyes. "i missed you too ki" you respond, talking in the same sweet tone of voice.
"here, wait- we should go inside, i still need to get ready" you tell him. He nods while intertwining your guy's hands and lets you drag him inside. To be honest, he didn't think you needed to get ready. You were always gorgeous in his eyes, no matter what you were doing.
You bring him into your bedroom, and he instantly smiles at the familiar scent of vanilla. Of course, he was very well aware of your love for vanilla. The way you had 4 different type of vanilla candles on your bedside table and so many different vanilla perfumes was so endearing to him. Quietly, he sits down on the edge of your bed and watches as you go to quickly grab some clothes. He quickly notices that these clothes aren't very you.
"baby, since when did you start wearing such fitted tops? i mean, don't get me wrong- i bet you'd look so good. but i'm just wondering" he asks curiously.
"oh," you say quietly "i just wanted to look pretty for you"
Ni-ki slightly frowns at your words. He wished you knew how effortlessly beautiful you already were. He gets up from your bed and walks towards you, wrapping his large arms around your waist and resting his chin on the top of your head. He makes eye contact with you through the mirror and pulls you closer to his chest.
"my love you always look so pretty. trust me. just wear whatever you're comfortable in, okay?" he tells you in a soft voice. He kisses the top of your head and smiles at you. God, he's so good at reassuring you. You're so in love with this man.
Feeling less pressured after hearing what he said, you put down the clothes and instead, put on one of the oversized hoodies that he lent you. Your favorite one actually, it smelt just like him. After putting it on, you have a comfortable smile on your face, visibly showing that you feel much better. Ni-ki notices the instant change in your energy, and he loves seeing you like this.
"my girl, you're so cuuteee i love you so much" he says while admiring you. He turns you around so that you're facing him and he just stares at you, admiring your beauty in all is glory. Getting shy, you bring your face down and bury it in his chest.
"nini i love you too my big baby" you tell him as you finally look back up at him and go on your tippy toes to give him a peck on the lips. You loved his pretty plump lips, he was really the most beautiful man ever. He giggles and pulls you closer to kiss your forehead. He loved you so so much.
"you're so beautiful" he says as he brushes your hair away from your face, "god i could stare at you forever my pretty girl"
You could already feel how hot and red your cheeks were, you always got like this because of him. He always said such nice things to you and always showered you in compliments, what did you do to deserve such an amazing boyfriend?
"i love you" you tell him while smiling "we should go to gongcha now though, they might be closing soon"
Ni-ki completely forgot about the boba, shit. Agreeing with you, he grabs your tote bag for you and opens the door for you.
"for you m'lady" he says playfully while bowing at you. You giggle and bow back at him, matching his playful energy. He finds you so adorable, and so he ruffles your hair and closes the door behind him.
He quickly intertwines your guy's hands and sways them back and forth. He was always so happy around you, your energy and presence just made him so happy.
Once you guys got back to your place, you decided that you wanted to have a skincare night. You might not be the best at makeup, but you loved your skincare. He, of course- found you so adorable. And of course, he let you do his skincare. He'd let you do whatever you wanted, honestly.
You quickly run to your bathroom and grab your skincare, face masks, and skincare headbands. Ni-ki looks at you, slightly confused, not understanding why you had so many things in your hands. He helps put the items onto your bed and sits down, waiting for you to do his skincare. You wipe his face down with micellar water and put the face mask on him. He just stares at your beautiful face, enjoying how close you are to him. Swiftly, he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you onto his lap.
Shit, your face was hot again. Ni-ki giggles and gives you a kiss on the cheek.
"kiiiii" you whine, "you got the face mask serum on my face"
"sorry baby, you're just too cute" he teases and gives you another kiss, but on the lips this time.
You smile fondly at him and start putting your own face mask on, asking ni-ki to help you. Of course, he helps you and notices how big his hands are compared to your face. He loves it. You were so tiny compared to him.
Once it was on, you take out your phone to take a selfie. You both loved taking pics together, so that you could look back and laugh at them. After taking the picture with him, you pull out your wired earphones and give him one of them. Another thing you guys loved to do together was listen to music. You both enjoyed music, although you didn't dance like him- you still loved it just as much.
Getting comfortable, you both get under the comforter and he wraps his arms around your waist, your back facing his chest. He rests his head in the crook of your neck and pulls you closer to him. (if that was even possible) He loves how you smell, he could really smell your vanilla shampoo and conditioner now and he almost melts. He feels so relaxed, and you do too. You could hear ni-ki's breathing because he was right next to your ear, and you loved being so close to him. By the way he was breathing, you could tell he was asleep.
Slowly, you shuffle your body around so that you're facing him now, chest to chest. You gently take off the face mask and pat the serum into his skin, making sure you doesn't wake him up. You observe his beautiful features, his pretty eyelashes, his pouty lips, and your favorite- his pretty moles. You loved his moles, especially the one on his chin. He always told you how beautiful you were, and you realized you didn't tell him enough about how absolutely handsome he was, inside and out.
You promised yourself that from now on, you would tell him at least 100 times every. single. day.
You brush your fingers through his pretty hair and lovingly trace his features with your smaller hands. Without realizing, your eyes start to get glassy. Ni-ki was so beautiful on the outside, but also so beautiful on the inside. He always made sure you were doing okay mentaly and reminded you of how beautiful of a person you were.
After staring at him for (at least) 5 whole minutes, you take off your own skincare mask and decide to just call it a night. You really didn't want to get out of this comfortable position.
Ni-ki is so special to you, and you love him so fucking much. He's had such a positive effect on your self esteem and mental health and you're forever grateful. He was your soulmate, you were very sure of that. Nobody compared to him, and nobody was ever going to compare to him.
Honestly, you won the boyfriend lottery.
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this is the longest fic i've ever wrote and surprisingly, i don't feel too bad about it! pls reblog if you enjoyed <33 my other works are here :D
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gabbytbll · 17 hours ago
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do you think you can do modern au sukuna headcanons with a antisocial reader🙂‍↕️🙏
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𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄'𝐒╰┈➤:𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧<𝟑! 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢��� 𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬! 𝐢 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐤!
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆'𝐒: 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝<𝟑 𝐉𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚! 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞!
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⛧ཀ You and him are childhood friends who kind of grew apart after your parents died but after he seen you get bullied by his friends he stayed near you.
⛧ཀ After you and him started to hang out more he realized he liked you more than a friend.
⛧ཀ When his ex-friends found you one day at school, they slammed your head against a locker because they were angry you took their leader away from them,
⛧ཀ He got a call from the hospital saying you had a major concussion and needs to be watched 24/7, he rushed to the hospital angry that something happened to you.
⛧ཀ Once he got there and see the state you were in, he had a couple tears in his eyes because he thought he could lose you.
⛧ཀ He stayed in the hospital with you watching over you and keeping you company until you were discharged.
⛧ཀ He stayed at your house to cook and clean for you because he knows only you live there.
⛧ཀ You won't tell him who did it because you know he will hurt them really bad, he keeps asking you until he stopped suddenly which made you scared he found out.
⛧ཀ He found out, and boy did he do something about it. He broke one guys legs, and gave one a broken finger and gave the other two a concussion. Nobody messes with you. Nobody.
⛧ཀ Nobody knows who put them in the hospital, but you do. You feel so bad but at the same time you don't because they hurt you to but not as bad as sukuna hurt them.
⛧ཀ He didn't care when you yelled at him about what he did to them if anything he laughed in your face. He has no remorse for them.
⛧ཀ After everything was blown over he asked you on a date to take you on a secluded picnic where you could see the sunset. One of his best memory's he ever had of you, just sitting there smiling and laughing brought him so much joy.
⛧ཀ He knows you don't really like going out to crowded places, so he makes sure wherever he takes you isn't that bad for you. He pays close attention to you when ever your uncomfortable.
⛧ཀ When he bought his bike, he made you join him on his first ride with it. He made sure you were very safe before he started to drive it,
⛧ཀ Loves to cuddle you because he likes how your soft fingers feel when you trace his face tattoos. He loves to cuddle you from behind whenever you read a book, so the both of you read the book together.
⛧ཀ He brings two lunches to school one for you and one for him. He made them with love and care, and he made your extra cute just for you.
⛧ཀ Brings you to the roof of the school just to eat lunch together. He actually likes it up there with you to, he likes how he can pay better attention to you.
⛧ཀ He will wear matching outfits with you as long as it's not a bright color like light pink he says. You made him wear a matching light pink onesie with you when you and him went to see the barbie.
⛧ཀ He decided to move in with you knowing you can barely take care of yourself in his words. No he just wanted to be near you much more then he already did.
⛧ཀ Moving in with you was the one of the best decision of his life. Woke up to your beautiful face every morning and then cooking breakfast for you and watch your smile brighten up when he gives it to you in bed.
THE END
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𝐓𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞,𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭
©️ 𝐠𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲𝐭𝐛𝐥𝐥. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.
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girlwithadragonheart · 2 days ago
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I need to yap desperately about one single gripe I have with this game. MAJOR MAJOR MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD read at your own discretion
The first half is me ranting about how much certain things mean to me and how impacted I was, and the actual gripe comes closer to the end.
I'll preface this by saying this post is about Varric's death and my rage and despair regarding it, but more so about my Rook's.
I've seen people who said they picked up on the hints about whatnot, who knew before the Fade Prison. I was not one of those people. I was so relieved when I saw him after the Prologue that I didn't think twice, because I knew that it would destroy me the second shit started going wrong.
I was already not having a good time when I started the game simply because Varric was getting older. I don't handle aging well or death, and his design showing his age, and the comments he would make about "getting too old for this" just made my heart break.
And then shit got worse. I sobbed disgustingly when that knife went into Varric's chest.
After Rook woke up from talking to Solas and she heard Varric, I was so gods damned relieved. And my Rook was better taken care of by Varric in that year she spent with him than she was in the rest of her entire life.
I cried from the end of Ghilan'nain's fight until the romance scene and on and off after that. I got so used to visiting Varric just to be comforted by his presence. Inquisition was the biggest part of my life for a year and a half when I was just a kid.
I did really bad middle school age writing for it but regardless of the quality, those characters were built up in my head becoming even more than they were in the game. Varric was my biggest support character through everything I was going through at the time.
I don't talk about it much, but I didn't have a great childhood, and I know a lot of people didn't, but I coped with it through writing and video games. Varric was the one supporting me through the abuse I suffered and writing was the way I processed how bad things really were.
When Rook was in the prison she said "What am I going to find here?" And Varric said "I think you already know, kid." I DIDN'T until he said that. The second he said that my entire chest tightened and I just said "No" out loud as I watched Rook find his body.
Now for my real complaint!!!
Rook never gets the chance to grieve Varric. They go from talking to him every day to finding out he's dead and it was all a lie. I have personally never been more fucking pissed at Solas than I am now. But Rook comes back and they have that kind of "closing off" scene with Varric's empty bed (which was so hard to go through btw). And then they fuck their pookie LIKE I CANNOT BE THE ONLY ONE UPSET ABT THAT
FYM I gotta find out my dad is dead and then Rook is up for boning like there's no fucking way unless it's to cope. And at least pertaining to the Lucanis romance, Rook is processing everything that happened and they can say "So much has happened, I just don't know how to feel."
And rather than getting to process that in some kind of way, the devs said nah this scene serves one singular purpose, and Lucanis says "I do" and then dicks them down.
Personally, I felt very dismissed despite being overjoyed about finally having the romance scene, I couldn't even enjoy it with everything that happened prior.
Rook deserved the chance to completely break down after everything they went through. Tbh i don't know how they kept it together. Varric said "don't get all misty eyed" and i thought to myself that's way too delicate a term for what's happening here, I was fully ugly crying.
Fuck your "I had a good run" I still need you bitch.
All this to say I'm very upset, and I'm running my second playthrough and every time I look at, hear, or talk to Varric I tear up again. Wtf Bioware.
Rook should've gotten the chance to actually talk about what Solas did to them, especially in the sense that he made them believe Varric was still there. Or at least get to properly grieve the person who was their closest friend for a long time.
I have very strong feelings about this obviously
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thumperdaetime · 1 day ago
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the music is punk because it challenges the norm. the clothing is punk because it challenges the norm. the politics are punk because they challenge the norm. it's not a sound, or a look, or a book, or a slogan. it's a way of thinking that puts radical acceptance and relentless pursuit of joy, face to face with a world that wants you dead. you can't put a price on it. the disabled woman that says "fuck it people know I can't hold my blatter anyway. I don't care if they can tell I'm wearing the rehab-provided brief. Get me my bright lipstick I'm going to bingo!" is flexing the same muscles as the suburban white boy who steals eyeliner from his conservative mother. they are both people using identity, to create joy and signal comradery in lonely times, reputation be damned.
not to mention, all of the clothes I have been able to afford new when I was in my poorest moments were shit quality anyway. anything you can do to extend the lifespan of a physical object that was made under the modern fast fashion system past "thrown out, unsold at the store" is a win. in the same way that any pressure you can keep against an actively bleeding wound is a win. cloths are a common class of tools we use to help regulate our comfort, with that is with the temperature or our cave-mates. if the clothes make you feel uncomfortable they are already useless. it is already trash. why not try anything to see if it works? there are intelligent capable people across the centuries who died dreaming of what to do with once gorgeous expensive trendy fabric, that will now look dated and trashy outside of "the spring of '32 when i fell in love with jazz." or whatever the kids are into these days. the stupid walmart blazer you took a chance on 2 years ago but now feel "too X to wear" is no different. either you trash it now, or live with that trash in your home until your kids do it for you, while crying about how they always thought you looked good in that color. you might as well see if there's enough fabric to re-make that halter top you loved in college. when it looks homemade you get to boast and explain all about how you're trying to make shit better in little ways. and who cares if it fails? Aren't you deserving of a little petty violence? when the last time you really didn't give a shit about seam Ripping and just went to town? don't you want to be able to yell at something with no moral consequences? so much in this world is complicated and nuanced and requires forethought and responsibility. Wouldn't it feel nice to have a hobby that lets you get reasonably angry at evil fabric for not doing the thing, and then you can just throw it and swear, and then never have to think about it again. because it doesn't matter. it was already cheep plastic made to feed a system that would rather watch the world burn than lose a shareholder. you eat credit cards a year. you can not hurt wasted disposable plastic more than it will hurt you.
and then if it works you have a cute top to wear around places to show you are the kind of person who has cool tops! and help you ease people into the idea that a political movements starts with people deciding what things they inherited they actually want to keep around. and then maybe one day you cut apart and re-make out of nice quality fabric, with the mistakes you learned from the first one. so you can weaponize your ability to present yourself as ""respectable"" when you have to play the politics game in big official ways.
or (imagine this) you can even use your new knowledge of what types of edits you often make to clothing to buy a quality garment that will be more worth investing in. Ones that are made in ways that add value to their communities will feel good on your body from day one, and you can be mened and adapt in ways that may let it outlive you.
or maybe you elevate that shity, guilt ridden- shirt out of the gym lost and found on the last day of freshman year, because "fuck it- I liked that middle-school library fit. and Its a size too small but I'm bound to get thinner eventually. and I don't think its actually stealing if no one else wants it." Maybe if you make it into a statement piece scrap in your favorite "look I'm not happy about it either!" outfit, to show that you want to fuck with the systems in a "hey we should still have A Library tho right?" sort of way. you might run into the middle school girl who gets to break the ice with a fellow "cool garment person" friend. and she gets to laugh about your shirt deadnaming her. and you get to apologize and offer to let her sign something over it. and now you are advertising the formative art of a local queer-punk-artisan who you know is also out there trying her best to make the shitty stuff a little less shitty when they can, even if it means learning how to thread a sewing machine.... eventually.... hopefully.
also, as a person who has spent about a decade trying to figure out ways to keep kids of all ages informed and prepared and enriched on a budget. "Tug of War turned tie-dye Party" would of been a smash hit, my queer and rural in the 90's type parents would have loved it. after growing up with Halloweens filled with pieced-together costumes that made room for sensory issues and accessibility aids. and family "vacations" taken on public land with what's left of the food stamps. i think there is definitely a market for how to teach your children the fundamentals of serving in a world that might find their misery profitable. without like... terrafing them.
imagine how much easier alot of it would have been if someone early in your life had sat you down and said "ok. a lot of times things are going to be bad and unfair and evil. and there's going to be complicated reasons you cant do much about it but feel bad. but if you feel bad all the time it will only get worse. so what you can do is take what is around you, figure out what it is and how it works and why it's there, and then break it in ways that are meaningful and delibrite. and re-shape it to help the actual people who are trying survive."
then they showed you and all of your little friends how to research, what fabric is and understand why you bought supplies, and then get their hands dirty testing how strong it is, and why jeans have rivets even when you want to sew right there. and re-asure them that it's ok you paved the way to make sure they can't hurt anything too bad even if they are really really bad at it. and then let them find joy and pride in making something unique and custom with their own tools for the cost of cleaning out a closet, and some rite dye.
and then the community has a couple new little baby punks making decent folks smile with little bold fashion statements, and turning heads when they experiment with which parts of society they want to bring into the new age. tl;dr: I think we need to start telling the “I’m too poor to dress punk” crowd that they’re posers. -polyamorouspunk, November 2024, tumbr.com
I think we need to start telling the “I’m too poor to dress punk” crowd that they’re posers.
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soldearestsoulmate · 3 days ago
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Motivated by spite 💕
Warnings: Manipulation, drugging, gaslighting, implied nonconsensual sexual acts towards the MC.
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It's been a month now since your engagement with Sol. However you were confused on how exactly it happened...
Memories were hazy, your mind ached whenever you tried to remember. But Sol was always there to reassure you, remind you, of how everything happened, how you responded, how you felt.
His words came out with such love and warmth, it was hard to not doubt him. He treated you like royalty, like his highness. So you believed him, trusted him...
Though you were unaware of what really was happening now, what has happened, and will continue to now.
Sol knew how easy it was to manipulate you, control you, while you were under the influence of those sleeping pills. He even started to experiment with other drugs, to see what would put your mind in a more trance like and persuasive state.
All he needed to hear was "Yes" from you. That alone was enough for him to go through with his plans. No matter how forced and ingenuine that consent was from you.
He knew you really meant it though. He knows you. You both are meant to be after all. You're soulmates after all.
So when you woke up one day to see a ring on your finger, you panicked but Sol reassured you of what happened. How happy you were, how you both celebrated. How you might of just forgotten since the celebration involved some wine that happened to be too strong for you. So it was expected of you to forget.
You believed it, he sounded honest, it sounded believable. So you didn't question it...But it was your first mistake, since this kept happening now.
Then there were times you started to actually question him, doubt him, but Sol was quick to fix it.
"Just drink some tea, my love. You'll feel better after it. I promise." You didn't question it, you drank it, and Sol drank some with you too, only his wasn't spiked.
He waited for you to drink it all. Then not even a few minutes later, watched your eyes grow heavy and body weakened until you passed out before him. He was quick to catch you though, if you were to fall to the ground. Always there to protect his beloved, after all.
"Heheh...You're so cute. So beautiful..." He pulled you in close, sitting you in his lap, letting your unconscious form rest in his embrace. Unaware you are once again captured by you already captor. "I love you..." Sol nuzzled his face into your neck, deeply inhaling your scent, as a shiver is sent throughout his body from this alone. As his thoughts and desires over you rose again, as his urge to show his love to you surfaced once more. "I love you so much...We'll be together always, pumpkin. Together forever...
No matter what."
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alexwilltellyouthings · 2 days ago
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Crystal Week Day 1: Past | Regrets
When the client phased through the door, Crystal felt her stomach drop. She wondered how fast could someone suddenly throw up.
The ghost stopped before saying anything, staring directly at her. Edwin and Charles exchanged concerned looks.
"Is there something we can do for you, mate?"
The boy, probably around their age, had been wearing a blank expression up until now. He turned and spoke with a freezing voice: "No. I just found out what I needed to know".
He looked at Crystal again, but this time he seemed sad, angry and disgusted at the same time. Crystal didn't speak, eyes wide, completely frozen by the side of the desk.
The ghost vanished as quickly as he appeared. Crystal allowed herself to breathe, and realized in that moment that she was crying.
Charles did, too. He approached her and offered a hug, which she took while her crying got worse, and worse, and worse.
She wasn't sure how much time passed. Charles was the only thing grounding her and stopping whatever this was from becoming a full blown panick attack. He was whispering something into her hair, she couldn't actually pay attention, but it was soothing.
Finally, she saw herself on the sofa, Charles still by her side, and Edwin watching intently from behind the desk.
"I'm sorry", she said, and maybe this was the first or fifth time she was saying it. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know, he shouldn't have died-"
"It's okay", Charles replied, also not for the first time. "It's okay".
It wasn't. She looked over at Edwin, someone who was dead because of people who didn't know what they were doing, and she cried harder. It wasn't okay.
But she supposed it would have to be, one day.
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paulyenvol6 · 2 days ago
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Called to the Devil (Chapter 5)
Contains: detailed smut, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, praising, degrading, edging, angst, daddy issues, dirty talk
Wordcount: ~4.82k
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And though his voice was oozing with sarcasm, Elayne's insides fluttered and she blinked a few times.
And then she dared it, the girl leaned forwards and kissed the rogue prince on his lips. At first he barely reacted but after a moment Daemon actually kissed her back and soon their teeth were clashing against each other. It was fast and intense and both were fighting for dominance.
Elanye's left hand was rested in the back of his neck while her right held on to his shoulder. In the meantime he held her face with one hand and the other had grabbed the side of her neck. She hummed against his mouth feeling out of breath but also unsatisfied with the way he wouldn't give in. Both wanted to explore each other's mouth but neither wanted to let the other person take control. Elayne liked the way he tasted though and his lips felt incredible on hers. They were surprisingly soft and not too dry but not too moistured either.
But then Daemon ended the kiss and pulled away without letting go of her. He watched his thumb stroke her cheek smugly and then Elayne's hasty fingers wandered to his waist and slipped under his shirt. Daemon chuckled and went back to kissing her lips while she tried to feel as much skin as possible. Her hands ran over his strong chest and then she tried to push him towards the bed. To her surprise Daemon resisted and didn't move an inch which made her hum in dissatisfaction. But he just chuckled and grabbed her wrists that had moved under his shirt.
"You're a wild thing.", he growled and then all of a sudden pushed her to the bed himself. This was simply a power play because both desired each other so much but each wanted to remain in control.
Elayne let him guide her to his bed though and once her legs hit the edge she grabbed and pulled at his hair to press him closer to her. And just when she was about to sit down the girl quickly used all her strength and turned them around so she was on his lap while he sat on the bed.
She grinned at him truimphantly and toyed with the strands of his silver hair. Daemon's eyes darkened and he reached out to grab a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back. Elayne hissed but was forced to watch him letting his eyes wander over her exposed neck. And then he connected his mouth with her skin and forcefully pressed kisses on her neck that surely would leave marks. She breathed heavily and held on to his hair while rocking herself against his center which earned her a slap on her arse.
"Stop moving so much.", he grunted but Elayne didn't care. It simply felt too good rubbing her pearl against him and she closed her eyes in enjoyment.
"Shut up.", she replied but then her eyes shut open when Daemon suddenly flipped the two of them over. Now the rogue prince hovered over her and smugly observed her disapproving face. He leaned down to kiss her but pulled back when the girl took his buttom lip between her teeth.
"Fuck.", he angrily said and grabbed her chin. He could taste blood and his nostrils flared.
"Little wench.", Daemon hissed and Elayne lifted her hips to create friction. In response he pressed her hips down.
"You're not the one in control here now, little girl.", Daemon purred but she wouldn't give in. Under no circumstances.
"Is that so?", she asked and her fingers skillfully wandered down his body to unlace his pants.
"I'm not gonna take orders from you. You might be used to people twitching at your sight and doing everything that the mighty rogue prince says but I'm not. I'm not playing this game."
Daemon didn't look angry or unsatisfied; he just ran his thumb over her lip and let her open his pants.
"You're in a way too vulnerable position right now to talk this way, girl. I wonder how long it'll take until you'll break."
She had opened his pants now and wrapped her hand around his already hardened cock. "I think you're the vulnerable one right now. Look at that. Isn't that pathetic?", she spitted.
In response Daemon wrapped his hand around her throat which made her widen her eyes. It wasn't very tight and yet she felt the air restriction.
"You're gonna break, my sweet Elayne. You think you're so special and better than everyone else but just like everyone else you'll break. You'll give in and you'll beg me to fuck your needy little hole."
Her hand that previously had touched his cock now laid on top of his hand around her throat. She let out a croaked noise and then Daemon let go of her. Elayne bit her lips and her eyes glistened as she reached up to press her lips on his'. It was a heated, demanding and messy kiss and Daemon pressed her into the sheets. Her hands wandered down between their bodies again to wrap her hand around his cock once more which made the prince hiss lightly against her mouth.
"You want my cock?", he mumbled and Elayne nodded. "Beg for it."
But of course she wouldn't let him degrade her like that so she shook her head and let go off his manhood at once. Daemon laughed quietly and rested his hand just slightly above her rising chest. She didn't know what to do because all she could think about was the way his cock had felt in her hand but she just couldn't give him the satisfaction of begging him to let her touch him.
So she just remained still when Daemon's hand crawled down and he massaged her tits through the fabric of her gown. He did it slowly while watching her face tense when he stimulated her nipple. Soon he wanted to see more and reached around her body to unlace her dress and pull it down. Once her nipples were exposed Daemon licked his lips and lowered his head eager to play with them. Elayne exhaled sharply and arched her upper body to the prince's touch.
His tongue circled her nipples, sucked them into his mouth and gently nibbled at them until they were swollen and sore. She could feel her heart beating fast in her chest and relentlessly pulled him closer to her. She had never felt more aroused and needy for someone in her life and these feelings scared her in some way.
Daemon licked and toyed with her nipples until he was finally satisfied and then he roughly pulled her dress further down. Elayne helped him by lifting her hips and then the dress was gone and the girl was bare underneath him. She immediately felt odd with him still dressed while nothing covered her body from his piercing gaze so she wanted to open the lacing on his shirt but her fingers slightly shivered so she had her problems with it which made Daemon laugh.
"Need some assistance?"
"Shut up.", Elayne hissed. In the end she managed it and pulled his shirt over his head. The girl's eyes flashed as she ran her eyes over his chest and couldn't help but reach out to touch him. Daemon smugly watched her but then crawled further down so Elayne had to let go of him. He spread her legs with his underarms and she breathed hastily.
"What are you doing?", she panted but Daemon didn't look at her. His gaze was fixed on what laid between her legs. Then he leaned down to kiss her belly and slowly made his way further south which confused Elayne so she buried her hands in his hair to get his attention.
"Daemon. What are you doing, I need you to fuck me."
Unwillingly the prince looked up to her and rolled his eyes. "And I need a fucking taste of this cunt.", he growled which made the blood rush into her cheeks.
"What?"
"You're gonna like it. Just shut up and enjoy it."
Elayne was still bewildered but let him do what he had in his mind. His mouth was now so close to her pearl that throbbed so hard, she felt the urge to rub herself against something but soon Daemon did her that very favor and his tongue ran over it. Elayne widened her eyes and her mouth formed an 'O' as his warm lips enclosed around her pearl.
"Fuck.", she breathed out and clung to his hair. Daemon smirked and stopped his movement for a moment.
"Yeah. I bet your little stable boy couldn't do that, could he?" She was too stunned to speak and just concentrated on her breathing but Daemon wanted an answer so he didn't continue his magical work.
"Tell me. I want to hear it."
Elayne's face tensed. She once again didn't want to give him the satisfaction of communicating her affection for him or what he was able to do to her but she knew that Daemon would only make her feel good if she told him. So she decided that this was more important than her pride right now so she mumbled: "He couldn't."
Daemon smirked crookedly. "Who can?"
She exhaled annoyed and rolled her eyes. "You."
He chuckled quietly. "That's right."
And then he lowered his head again and started to flick her pearl with his tongue. Obviously Elayne knew how to get herself off, she had done that a thousand times already, but his mouth and the wetness and warmth of his tongue was an entirely new feeling which made the blood in her veins throb. She clenched her fists and let out little whimpers, which she had tried to surpress but by now Elayne was so close to not caring about her stupid dignity anymore. She was needy and felt heated and started to just let out whatever sound threatened to leave her mouth.
"Fuck. Oh fucking hells.", she whined as Daemon's tongue circled her pearl. His hands gripped her hips tightly and now and then he dug into the flesh of her arse.
"Mhmm.", he hummed which sent vibrations through her cunt and only added to the pleasure she was receiving. Elayne grabbed his hair to hold on to something and threw her head back.
"Ohhh. Daemon.", she whimpered which earned her a squeeze with his hand on her hip.
"I knew you could be a good girl.", he whispered darkly. "I knew you just needed someone to rub at your little pearl and you'd be tamed like a little kitten."
Elayne shifted in dissatisfaction and a deep frown appeared between her eyebrows. "Fuck you.", she spitted with anger clearly visible in her eyes but Daemon just laughed.
"Oh no. There she is again."
He pressed her hips down with his hands and licked from her hole up to her nub. "Stay still. Or I won't give you anything."
Though still furious, Elayne stopped moving her hips and shivered when his mouth went back to circling her pearl. She let out a moan when Daemon inserted a finger in her hole and slowly moved it inside of her.
"You really aren't a maiden anymore.", he said. But he didn't sound accusing or reproachful but rather amused. Soon he added a second finger and pumped them in rhythm with his tongue on her pearl. He really knew what he was doing and the mixture made the pleasure inside of the girl grow with every second. And then she felt her thighs tense and Daemon felt her clench around his fingers. He stopped at once and his eyes searched for hers.
"You want to come, don't you?" She nodded and let out a whimper. An evil smile appeared on his face and she already feared his next words.
"Tell me how much you want it.", he breathed and her face was drawn with desperation. Why did he have to be such an arrogant arsehole? She couldn't do it, as much as she wanted to release, she couldn't beg for him.
"Daemon.", she whispered and he raised his eyebrows.
"Yes?" His tongue swiftly brushed over her pearl and Elayne let out a painful whine.
"You bastard.", she hissed and Daemon softly slapped the side of her arse as a reply.
"That's not telling me how much you want me.", he claimed.
"Please.", she pressed, her voice barely more than a whisper.
"What?"
Tears welled in her eyes and she grinded her teeth. "Please let me release.", she said and just hoped that Daemon wouldn't tease her with this afterwards. The prince smiled contendly and caressed the softness of her thighs.
"Isn't that a good girl…", he purred and Elayne felt like disappearing in the ground. She hated this so much but at the same time she needed him to put his mouth on her cunt again.
"Come on now.", she demanded and pressed his head to her center. "I did what you asked me to do.", she almost cried out and after giving her one last grin he actually leaned down again and started stimulating her pearl.
Elayne closed her eyes and arched her hips and only after what felt like seconds she let out a high pitched noise and reached her high. Her shaking hands pulled at his hair in an attempt to grip something and then she collapsed on her back and breathed heavily. Watching her reach her high had done things to Daemon and his face was drawn with self-satisfaction as he observed the lust on the girl's face. She had her eyes half-closed and panted loudly.
"Fuck.", she breathed. Daemon had licked her through her high but now was on the same level as her face again and ran his hand over the side of her neck. Elayne reached down to touch the bulge in his pants which made him hiss out.
"You're gonna get on your knees for me now?" She gulped and nodded, her chin pushed forward. "Yes."
"Then you're gonna ask nicely.", Daemon replied.
She look at him defiantly. "I'm doing you a fucking favor. I think you're the one who should ask nicely."
The prince chuckled and Elayne felt the vibrations throughout her body. He grabbed her chin which forced her to look at him.
"I can throw you out of my room now and I wouldn't have a problem with it. It's up to you, little one."
She was uncertain now because Daemon hadn't finished yet which made her think that he was craving a release more than she did but at the same time she didn't feel like gambling. Because what if he would actually stop and tell her to leave? She needed him and she needed to feel his cock. 'Fuck it.', she thought. To the seven hells with her pride and stubborness.
"I want your cock, Daemon. Please, can I touch it?" A smile formed on his face and he stroke over her chin with his thumb.
"There we go. Knew you could be a good girl. Just need to ask nicely and you'll get what you want, sweet girl."
He sensed that she was still sulky but her discontentment was quickly overshadowed by her desire for him. Because Daemon had now freed himself from his pants and his cock stood hard against his abdomen. Elayne's eyes were fixed on his member and she wanted to touch him but he rolled off her before she got the chance to.
"Get on the ground.", he ordered and though Elayne hated to do as he commanded she climbed off the bed and kneeled on the stoney floor. Daemon followed quickly after and smugly observed the girl. He had this self-satisfied smirk on his face again that she despised so much and yet she couldn't help but press her thighs together as he fisted his cock and led its tip to her mouth. Elayne wanted to use her tongue to lick him but he denied her and pulled away.
"Ugh ugh.", he made and unwillingly she obeyed and closed her mouth. Daemon grinned and slowly rubbed his tip over her lips. And then after he was satisfied he grabbed her cheek.
"Open.", Daemon said and Elayne opened her mouth at once to let him push into her mouth. He felt so heavy and warm on her tongue and she loved this feeling so much. She twirled her tongue around his tip to stimulated him while wrapping her hand around what she couldn't swallow. The rogue prince moaned softly and closed his eyes. 'Fuck, she's good.', he thought and threw his head back.
Elayne let his cock slide into her mouth over and over again while toying with his tip and after a while she could hear him pant faster and louder and he additionally cursed quietly.
"Fuck. Where did you learn that, mhm?", he asked. "Did your stable boy taught you?" But Elayne shook her head.
"I guess I'm just blessed."
She enjoyed to finally have some power over him as well because she knew he wouldn't throw her out of his rooms right now. She knew that if she pulled away now and left the room she would leave a needy man behind who needed her and would probably curse her for the rest of his life. And that fact gave her so much self-satisfaction and confidence that she couldn't surpress a smirk.
One of his hands was now in her hair to hold on to her and Elayne started to increase the pace with which she bobbed on his cock. But soon she stopped which earned her a sharp hiss from Daemon.
"I guess it's you in the vulnerable position now, isn't it?", Elayne asked sweetly and innocently licked over her wet lips. His eyes flashed and his grip in her hair tightened.
"Elayne.", he dangerously breathed and pushed her towards his throbbing member.
"What?", she asked with lifted eyebrows and Daemon grabbed her chin.
"Don't play any games now."
But she pushed his hand away and glared at him. "I can play just the kinds of games you are playing, my prince." Daemon's hand took a fistful of her dark hair and Elayne squirmed against his grip.
"I know that you enjoy this just as much as I do.", he growled. "So you better get back at it now or it'll leave us both unsatisfied."
She chewed on her buttom lip but knew that there was some truth to his words. And so she exhaled but then actually opened her mouth again to let him enter her. She continued to pleasure him with her tongue and her hand with which she could guide his cock into her mouth and sucked him as if her life depended on it. Daemon was content now and his hand in her hair was more loose which gave her more space to move around.
Soon he approached his high as his cock was throbbing inside of her mouth but before he released the prince pulled her off all of a sudden which made Elayne moan out.
"What the fuck are you doing?", she complained.
"I wanna come inside of your little cunt.", Daemon spitted and yanked her hair up. She followed his gesture and let him push her towards the bed. But before she laid down on it Elayne put a hand on his chest.
"I want to be on top.", she interrupted and Daemon chuckled. "No."
"Why not? I can do it." But he rolled his eyes and shoved her onto the bed.
"Just lay and take it, little girl. I'll take care of you."
She frowned and yet accepted his wish. So Daemon pushed her on her back and grabbed her hips to pull her body to him and adjust her to his liking and then watched her. His hand came down to run his thumb over her cheek.
"I think you need a good fucking to be obedient. Just need someone to take care of you and you do as I say."
She turned her head to escape his hand but Daemon just laughed and dug his fingers into her skin. "I know you'll be good. You'll be my good little pet."
"Just do it already.", Elayne urged and lifted her hips eagerly.
"Shhh, little girl. Patience." He fisted his cock and watched as he moved the tip through her folds to collect her slickness. He chuckled at how wet she was.
"Someone really is yearning to be properly fucked."
"Please, Daemon.", she whispered and the prince raised his eyebrows.
"Mhm? What was that?" Elayne shivered and her lower lip trembled. Gods, what did he have to edge her like this.
"Please. Fuck me.", she croaked and finally Daemon gave in and pushed inside of her with one deep thrust.
Though she wasn't a maid he gave her some time to adjust which was good because despite her wetness it still burned a little and she squeezed her eyes at the stretch. Daemon himself had his lips parted and was overwhelmed with how tight and warm she felt.
"Oh gods be good.", he moaned. "Fucking hells."
He even dropped his head to his chest because this was so good, he felt like he was about to burst every second. Now Elayne had adjusted to his size and moved her hips to get him to start and fuck her and the prince had understood the gesture and began moving inside of her. They were deep and intense thrusts and soon he also changed his pace and fucked her fast.
"Oh shit.", she whined and her nails scratched his back. She had her legs wrapped around his hips and lifted her hips according to his thrusts. Daemon had his eyes closed and inserted himself in her hole over and over again while letting out little growls. Her cunt stimulated him so perfectly, he knew he wouldn't last long.
Daemon gently ran his fingers over her cheek and then looked into her big and watery eyes. "Come on. Give yourself to me. I know you want it. I know that you wanna let go. You can do it… I'll be here and I'll keep you safe, little one."
Daemon responded to what she needed and as she had been bratty and rude with him earlier he had felt the urge to play the game and tease her the way she had but now he knew she was on the verge of breaking and letting her guard down. And so he wanted to give her what she needed and shower her with praise.
"Daemon.", she whimpered clinging to his shoulders and squirming under his body. Daemon leaned down to kiss and suck on her neck.
"Perfect fucking cunt.", he grunted and then raised his head again to watch her face that was tensed with pleasure.
"Mhmm… I don't think you're as tough as you pretend. I think you just want to be told what a good girl you are." Elayne let out a pant at a sharp thrust and her teeth bit into her lower lip.
"Is it because no one ever told you? That you're a good girl? Because you were never the center of attention?"
"Ughh Daemon.", she moaned because his hand had traveled down between their bodies to circle her nub.
"And so you started to act all tough and wild, everything to get the attention of your daddy. But I think in truth you just need someone to tell you how well you behave. What a good and pretty girl you are." She shut her eyes and felt a fluttering inside of her stomach.
"No, sweet girl. Look at me. I want to see those eyes." Elayne opened her eyes and trembled under his touch on her pearl. Her hand gripped his as if she wanted to make sure it couldn't leave her body.
"Please Daemon. Please I need… Fuck…" Her head was a mess, the dizziness had destroyed every intelligent thought inside of her head and she couldn't remember anything but this man on top of her that made her feel so good, she hoped it would never end. Daemon's hand held her head in place because he wanted to see her every time his cock hit this spot so deep inside of her.
"Ohh Elayne. You're doing so good f'me." His touch suddenly felt so soft and gentle, almost as if he wanted to savour the way she felt.
"You're my good little girl, aren't you? Taking me so well like your cunt was made for me. S'what you want, mhm? Taking me into this sweet tight cunt of yours."
She couldn't properly understand all of his words because she was so far gone into her pleasure that everything seemed so far away but what she could understand made her cunt clench. His voice simply sounded so soft and intense and… close. And the way he praised her made her feel light and aroused. Mayhaps he was right after all. Mayhaps she liked being told that he appreciated her.
Elayne had her eyes half closed and her hands were fisted at his chest. It almost seemed as if she wanted to hold on to him but was too shy to do it so Daemon took her hands into his' and gently pressed them against her chest.
"It's alright, little love.", he cooed. This was exactly what he had wanted. He had turned her into his messy soft toy and he enjoyed it so much. Not that he would make this all about him; Daemon wanted to make the both of them felt good, and yet it gave him so much contentment to having managed to break her bratty attitude.
Because he had been right. As loosely Elayne had run her mouth and spoke as if nothing in this world impressed her, behind it hid a hurt girl who merely needed love and appreciation. And now it was him who was able to give this to her.
"Yes, my love. Like this. You surrunder so beautifully." Elayne squirmed underneath him and arched her back.
"Please. Oh please Daemon…"
"What? What is it you need, little one? I'll give you what you desire.", he whispered lifting her chin so he could look into her eyes.
"I need you… oh fuck.", she whined and closed her legs around his hand still occupied with pleasing her needy pearl.
"I'm right here. And I'm not gonna leave, litte girl. I'm gonna give your sweet perfect cunt what she needs and what she deserves. Yes… Give me all of you. You respond so fucking well to me, that's right."
Elayne had clenched around him and it stimulated Daemon so perfectly that his grip on the side of her face tightened. He had let go off her hands which now clung to his shoulders and he felt her nails dug into his skin. He didn't care though wanting nothing more than to melt with her.
"D-Daemon I think… I think I'm close."
He smirked widely. "Come for me. Feel it. Feel me so deep inside of you. I'm so proud of you, my little cat."
His words sent her spiraling and her eyes rolled back as she reached her high and let out a shriek which Daemon immediately covered with his hand. They were still other people in the castle and they couldn't risk being heard by someone. She panted uncontrollably against his hand and her hole tightened around him which sent him over the edge as well. He let out a growl as his seed shot in the girl's hole and filled her up.
"Oh fuck.", Daemon said loudly and then collapsed on top of her. He held on to her hair and had his chin pressed against her forehead while trying to regain his breath. Once he felt a little more calm he kissed her brow and lifted his face to look at her.
Elayne had her mouth parted and powerlessly had sunken into the sheets. Her hands had now fallen to the bed to lay beside her and her eyes found his'. At first Daemon couldn't exactly sense whether she was still feeling in need of love or if she had brought back her spoiled and bratty attitude or if she maybe even felt ashamed of him having seen another vulnerable side of her.
But when the prince saw the way she twinkled her eyes he thought that she might be just fine. And yet Elayne avoided his gaze and put her messy hair out of her face.
"That was quite alright.", she spoke trying to sound as indifferent as possible which made Daemon grin mischivously.
"Yeah? Quite alright?" She nodded. "Not bad."
"Good.", he replied and then rolled off the girl to lay next to her. The corner of his mouth lifted as he watched her profile.
She definitely had brought some fresh wind to King's Landing.
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mellxncollie · 1 day ago
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hiiii alex and now i have no choice but to drop all the process info and the outtakes :)
overall impression: very lovely and moody and spooky!! i kinda expected more blood-reds from devlin house but i should've known better, you wouldn't go for something that cliché. as always the shots you chose are SO good, love the combo of very dramatic shots with way more subtle ones!
aaaaa okay okay yes definitely not a lot of 'expected' shots in this one. couple reasons for this:
episode 3 is not one that i can watch very much, there's too many triggers in there for me. it's only very recently that i'm now able to rewatch it in its entirety, and i still have a hard time screencapping for it. so... not too many gifs from inside the devlin house
not a lot of shots in these episode work well for these palette sets. unlike all the other episodes, this one does not have many establishing shots or wide shots, which are the ones i like to use for these gifs. of the few establishing shots that are used, many are relatively static, so they don't look great as gifs. plus a lot of the devlin house shots have flashing lights and/or are very short. this made it really difficult to just find scenes that would work
so, this is a little less of a cohesive set than the other two, and i think the rest of the episodes will have more cohesive palette sets than this one as well. i love how this episode is shot, cheryl dunye's avoidance of 'filler' shots really reminds me of her film the watermelon woman, and while that movie does have more wide shots and more cohesive colors, the focus in on the characters as opposed to the backgrounds is what makes this episode feel so much like her work. it really drives home this episode as a standout in terms of writing, visuals, and direction.
it just also... breaks out of a form that i rely on to make these gifs work. so: less cohesive colors. i'm glad that this didn't exactly come across, and that we still have a kind of moody vibe :)
gif 1: cindy my beloved!! oh my god i need to see edwin laughing like that. i need CHARLES to see edwin laughing like that! and niko is so precious, i love her and her green coat. speaking of! love the way she moves past the colour blocks and almost adds contrast to them until she reaches the green and basically blends in?? SUCH a cool effect. and i love the colours themselves, the green + goldish vibe is everything. the green in the shot is so dramatic that it's like a fun little puzzle to find the rest of the colours! and then you realise, oh wait, that's the majority of the picture. ceiling, chairs, cabinet, niko and cindy's hair. and cindy being represented by the colour palette, drawing her undeniably into the picture because she can actually be seen by everyone around her, the opposite of ghostly, is SO cool. and then the contrast of the bright (blueish?) white?? the way it contrasts so much with niko's coat that at first i couldn't see where you got it from, only when niko moves back it blends perfectly into the window in the background?? olly you are a GENIUS
honestly i didn't really realize how this looks with niko's movement adjusting how the green and the blue all suddenly mix in with the rest of the gif!! but you're right, it's very cool!
this gif was a bit of a challenge, and with all those browns i initially thought it might be on the chopping block. but then i came around to liking it enough to make it the first gif in the set.
here's a before/after of the colors i put on it, and you can see that the blue is basically not even in the original shot, and it was only after i adjusted the blue channel to decrease that yellow tint that the blue really showed up.
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gif 2: JENNY JENNY JENNY! this is a wild one because it's such a mundane part of the scene and yet i can't stop looking at the dramatic colouring. SHE!!! also the colours you chose feel very similar to the jenny gif from ep1, which, to be clear, i mean SO positively. i love that it ties them together! also something something jenny in her black clothes being surrounded by so much colour as symbolism to what crystal and niko bring to her life. brb crying
out of all the gifs in this set, this is definitely one of my favorites. mostly just cause the shot is really cool, nothing to do with the colors or anything. but speaking of the colors!! yes they're a lot like the ep 1 gif, and it's so fascinating to me how they pack so many hues into jenny's shop via the lighting.
gif 3: HI SPOOKY SHOT OF ALL TIME 😍😍😍 one of those dramatic ones i NEVER want to look away from. loveeeeeee the red-orange reflections on them, the purple of crystal's coat, the blue of edwin's shirt. also getting into the symbolism again but the way most of the colours are drawn from crystal and the background (even the blue is present in her grey shirt/jacket/whatever that is) and it makes the boys feel even more ghostly. ESPECIALLY CHARLES?? WHO ONLY RECEIVES RED BACKLIGHTING?? AND SPENDS THE EP GRAPPLING WITH HIS OWN HELPLESSNESS?? THE ONLY ONE UNTOUCHED BY BLUE (AKA SYMBOLIC OF HEAVEN)?? I'M MAKING MYSELF SICK WITH THIS OH GOD
yipeee!! one of my favorite shots of this episode, but one of my least favorite shots in the whole series to gif (that i've been making gifs of more and more to force myself to figure out how to do it best) and honestly because of that, i wasn't sure if this would make the final cut either.
here's two recent(ish) uses of this scene in various gifsets, both of which i don't really like how the final gif turned out.
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this is because the original shot is....
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so aggressively blue/green on their faces and that it is very difficult to make this look good.
i wanted the final gif for this set to be a bit more orange and a bit less red, but i'm glad i kept the more red toned backlight, since that allowed gif 8 to feel different enough. and i'm actually pretty okay with how this one turned out, espeically because you get the purple and the blues in their costumes.
also, just for fun, here's what this gif would look like if i did some normal brightening and coloring, but didn't do anything to fix their skintones 🫠
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and yeah. god. thinking about charles 'untouched by blue.' fuck.
gif 4: SUCH a lovely little shot! the blues from edwin's outfit, the greenish-gray i'm guessing from the stripes (very nice and subtle, love the choice to emphasise them!), the white from his shirt. and then BAM, gold for the bracelet of homosexuality. but even then it's a very subtle colour choice for it, i can see some of the background is the same colour, even the darker parts of edwin's shirt cuffs. it's like you, via the palette, are helping him hide the bracelet and. i'm just in love
one of my favorite gifs in this set! it is really fun, and you got all the color sources right! i did want to include another color from the bracelet, but most of the colors i was sampling just didn't look too good with the blues, so i used the white from his shirt and i think that really worked.
gif 5: monty!! the return of niko's green coat!! love the cool (ha!) colours, mixed in with the warmer browns. the blue is so subtle in monty's plaid shirt (and the port townsend sign if i'm not mistaken?) the brown/burgundy in monty's scarf and shirt and the trees in the background really draws it all together! plus the green in both niko's coat and the trees' leaves! also interesting to see here the colours you didn't choose for the palette, like the white of niko's hair and monty's books. not to get too deep into it but it feels like a sign that it's not niko monty's trying to connect to, even though edwin isn't even in the frame! and the darker brown feels sort of similar to edwin's coat but that might just be grasping at straws lmao
the blue is from monty's shirt, yeah! this one was hard to pick colors for, and you totally got it with all the colors i'm leaving out. also because of the 540px x 500px frame size, we're also leaving out edwin from this shot. so maybe there's something there too about leaving out colors. (and now that i'm looking at it again, i do think that off-white would have been a great way to tie this palette together)
gif 6: OH DEVLIN HOUSE WE'RE REALLY IN IT NOW. obsessed with the way you subverted expectations with the devlin house being so blue and monotone, vs how we tend to read it as this dramatic high-stakes situation with so much blood spilled. again with the symbolism but it feels like it speaks so much more to the nature of the thirty-year (!!!) loop and how to the victims of it it's not dramatic but just the same cycle they can't get out of. over and over and over. and crystal and charles' expressions in this one OUGH. crystal trying immediately to find a way to help, to free these women, and charles is seeing his worst nightmare and trying desperately to suppress it. again, charles' helplessness represented by none of his colours making it onto the palette, even though his shirt is still pretty red. his hero colour is represented only as its worst in this house
i wanted at least one mostly monotone gif in this set, and the devlin house is predominantly teal and yellow, so it's such a strong contender for a monotone shot. problem with the yellows is that they're hard to make look good if there's a person in frame, so blues it was! i had a lot of blue shots to choose from, because every time the loop resets the power cuts and they're plunged into darkness. and i think there's something really symbolic there for charles (oh and now i'm thinking about the way that he drops into the water in the next episode when the night nurse forces the flashback)
and yeah, the first two colors are sampled from crystal's clothes, and the final three are from the wall. and now that i think of it, none of these palettes use colors sampled from charles/his clothes, despite this being really his episode. makes me think about what you said for the tube gif in the ep 1 set, how not sampling from them makes them more of a ghost in their own gif. anywayyyysssssssss
gif 7: can i just say. obsessed with the parallels of the last two gifs, showing the pre- and post-devlin house feelings? at first i thought this one was from the end of ep3, after gif 8, but just from seeing charles and crystal's interaction it's obviously not OUGH. love the wide shot of them (and the cinematography lessons!! the focus falloff at the top. i am Looking), the greens of the trees and the brown of the leaves and the purple of crystal's coat (ooh and the sign!). some of the purple even seems to come across in charles' jacket! and the blue of the statue also being in edwin and charles' socks and crystal's shirt. it ties them all together in a way that contrasts so much with the effect devlin house has in breaking them apart. forever emotional about ittttt
so this one is actually post-devlin house. it's right as charles says he's fine and right before niko shows up. it's the last gif in this set chronologically, but i don't really go by chonological order in these sets, since i want the first and last gifs to be strong, and i don't want any two palettes side-by-side to feel too similar.
i am now thinking about how charles and crystal's interaction in here realllllyyyyy doesn't feel like post-devlin house.
anyway. colors. yeah. that purple being the same in crystal's coat and the sign was such a blessing. and every time i throw a surprise blue in to these palettes i think of you. it definitely is the bit that pulls this palette together.
(yes i was also thinking about the focus falloff here, it is soooo wildly intense in this shot)
gif 8: AND FINAL SHOT. devlin house is over (or is it??) the colours nearly blending in with the background and then contrasted against charles' coat. i'd say SYMBOLISM but i'm sure you're sick of hearing it by now lmaooo. the bright lights in the background are SO striking. and the green??? the way it reflects so dramatically against the orange specifically on edwin's face??? i know that's not death's light shining on them but it sure is interesting how often edwin is the one bathed in that colour of light.......... also this might be a reach but the way crystal's jacket/hoodie/whatever seems to be a similar shade of green-grey, tying her and edwin together as having found common ground in the devlin house, vs charles again being the least represented by the colour palette -- devlin house might be over but he still feels helpless. i'm sure nothing bad will come of that!
the first 10ish frames of this gif are some of my favorites in this entire episode. i just love how this shot looks, and if it was a bit longer, i wouldn't have even had them running into frame. but that little bit of the trio that we do get is so interesting to get to hear you talk about. because i was not paying attention to how they blend in (or don't) to the palette.
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so. what about the outtakes? first we have this one:
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really like this shot. couldn't figure out the palette. i wanted some of that green from the interior wall of the attic space, but it doesn't sample as very green (yay for color theory!) and the few pixels that do sample as green do not look very good next to the rest of the colors.
here's the other outtake gif:
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now that i'm looking back at the whole set, i think this one would have been a really good addition to make the whole set feel more cohesive, but i'm not sure which gif i would have cut instead to keep it at 8, so that's probably why i cut it in the first place. this one is kind of fun since the green is not from niko at all, but from the grass below. i initially made this gif with a monochrome palette, but right before i exported it, i noticed just how much green is in there, and decided to use some of it. glad i did, and i am really happy with this gif.
i'd say i can never be normal about this but you already know that. love this, love you, thank you forever for blessing us with your gorgeous gifs!!!
i'm so glad that you can't be normal about these because i also can't be normal about making gifs and i love that i get the opportunity to do this kind of breakdown for them. thank you thank you thank you alex. you're wonderful!!
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Dead Boy Detectives (2024) 1.03 — The Case of the Devlin House (insp)
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kanasbinwriting · 3 days ago
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lawrence oleander with plus size reader please? :) sfw or nsfw is okay. or law with obsessive reader that’s already been kidnapped or maybe stalker reader :0! anyway, thank you. just silly ideas 🌨️
LAWRENCE X OBSESSIVE READER
Thank you so much for your request and sorry for the long wait!!! I will definitely write your other ideas too someday, so don't you worry ^^ I REALLY enjoyed writing this and I hope you're happy with the result!!!
- !It's mentioned once that Lawrence's taller than the reader!
TW: self-harm
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You don't know the odds of getting kidnapped; you’ve never bothered to look up the percentage. But one thing seems certain: you're pretty damn unlucky if it happened twice.
You never thought that you'd end up tied in a chair... again. You were quite a loner, so you thought that no one would even think about kidnapping you, but you got proved wrong. Twice.
Maybe you should've gone to therapy after the first time—or taken it more seriously and actually attended the sessions you skipped. Maybe, if you had, you would see how wrong it was that your heart beat in excitement as you watched the man with blonde hair tending his flowers. His back was turned to you, oblivious to your gawking. That is until he turned around and caught your gaze. His eyes widened when he noticed that you were awake and watching him rather intently. You felt your heart skip a beat when his eyes met yours, his blue eyes widening and his expression shifting nervously. You remember that day as if it were yesterday. From that day, you knew that Lawrence's special. You didn't even think about begging him to let you go. He was just so much more captivating than any other.
As sick as it sounds, you can't help but admire each cut he's given you, every single drop of your blood proof of your unending devotion. You wouldn't want to bleed for anyone else. You've lost track of how long you've been here. He seemed to like you in his own strange way since he hasn't killed you yet. You've managed to gain his trust and are no longer bound to that chair anymore, which you couldn't be more grateful for, as it was getting boring to be bound to that chair for hours. You got used to the coldness of his room. However, Lawrence allowed you to wear his hoodie if you were ever to feel cold, and you gladly used that privilege to its fullest.
Now, lying on his bed and holding his hoodie close, you take a deep breath, inhaling his scent.
It's been a few hours since he left to go work at the warehouse and you missed him dearly. Everything felt numb without him. There wasn't much you could do without him. He was thoughtful enough to buy you a few books, but you've already finished reading them, so they're of no help now. Oh, how you wish he were here with you. Maybe he'll let you style his hair again. Then again, he might be too drained from work, so he might just let you admire him as he does his own thing. Either way, you'd be grateful. You looked at the clock. Your eyes widened as you realized that he should have been at home by now. You stare at the clock for a few more seconds before shifting your attention outside. You felt your skin begin to itch as you looked at the night sky. Life can be so cruel sometimes. You missed how he would rant about plants and the awkward way he'd wrap his hands around you when you hugged him. A sense of unease builds as you begin scratching your arm, tears welling up in your eyes. How much longer must you suffer? You wrap your arms around yourself as your breathing gets heavier. You sulk, lost in your longing until you hear the front door unlocking. Your troubled expression instantly turned into one of joy. You didn't waste any time and sprung to your feet, practically running toward the front door.
Lawrence closed the door behind him and before he could greet you, you threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around him. You nuzzled your face against his neck, taking a deep breath and inhaling his scent. You felt his body going stiff as you did. The smell of sweat overwhelmed you, but you didn't back away, indulging in the feeling of having him in your arms. "Hey..." he greeted you quietly, but didn't wrap his arms around you. Work must've been more tiring today. You hesitantly let him go when he puts a hand on your shoulder to softly push you away. He looked down at you with an expression you couldn't decipher. You already knew what was going to happen and you couldn't contain your excitement. "I want you to sit down on the chair." He demanded quietly and made his way past you to his kitchen. A smile appeared on your face as you made your way to the chair in the middle of his apartment and sat down obediently without saying a word. He rummaged through one of the drawers in the kitchen before looking back at you, his gaze meeting yours once more. His breath hitched and he quickly looked back down. He didn't know what your problem was. He's heard of Stockholm syndrome before, but he never would've thought that it would kick in as soon as it did. He felt your gaze linger on him. He used to feel uncomfortable whenever you stared at him this intensely, but after time's passed, he somehow grew quite fond of the attention you gave him. Maybe that's why he hasn't killed you yet. He grabbed a freshly sharpened knife and silently made his way toward you. Standing in front of you with the knife clutched in his hand, he gave you a smile you could only describe as kind of disturbing but fond in some way.
You felt your cheeks heat up as you shifted nervously under his watchful gaze. He held out the knife beckoning you to take it. "I want you to do it yourself this time." He had a sickenly sweet expression on his face as he said that oh-so-casually. You let out a shaky, uncertain breath, but took the knife from his hand nonetheless. You lined up the sharp end of the knife against your wrist and pressed it into your skin, letting out a quiet hiss at the feeling.
You looked up at him once more, only to see that his attention was solely on your wrist. A thin line of crimson appeared, widening as blood began to slowly seep out. Your breathing got heavier as you sunk the knife once more, taking in his every reaction. "Am I doing good?" Your voice was soft and meek as you sliced your skin deeper this time. He took his time before replying with just a simple hum, not bothering to look at your face and seeming to be in his own world as he watched the blood stain your skin. You let out a shaky breath as a smile spread across your face at his praise. You could've sworn that you almost felt dizzy just by the way he was looking at you. The way he quietly observed you made your head spin and your breath quicken. Or it was due to the woozy haze of blood loss. You felt your vision darken as you felt the knife slip from your grasp and hit the floor with a sharp clink, the sound echoing through the empty room. Everything felt so warm as if someone pulled you into a tight hug.
Suddenly, Lawrence's scent surrounded you; you felt at ease and closed your eyes.
You let yourself drift, breathing in the warmth, the scent, as everything gently faded to black.
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herefortheships · 2 days ago
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What do you think of the Bj and Lydia controversy due to age?
You know, the short answer I have for this is that I do not think it should be an issue that's even brought up anymore. Lydia is now an adult woman in her 50s; plenty of people end up with a partner who is 10+ years older than them, meaning that they would have been a full adult if they would have come across their partner at sixteen. And that's just speaking about the real world; let's not forget Beetlejuice and the characters in that world are all a work of fiction. I don't think the fact that they met when she was a teenager all those years ago should even be an issue to ship it or not. As a matter of fact, people can ship whatever they want. They can even ship it in the first film and it's not an issue... Shipping in itself is inherently innocent. These characters and the situations around them don't even exist, and therefore, whatever you imagine with them, has no effect in the real world. Shipping is no different from a kid grabbing a couple of dolls and making them kiss. It's all in good fun.
Let me tell you, I had written a long freaking essay under this question 😅, but I decided to leave all of that for a separate post. But a few notable points from that essay which I think would be good to include here are the following.
Back in the 90s and early 2000s we had ships with pretty big age gaps on network TV and nobody batted an eye about the age gap (as far as I'm concerned). I'm talking about Buffy the Vampire Slayer specifically in this post. This was before social media, but as far as magazines and fandom spaces go, I'm sure the discussions around Buffy's love interests in BTVS centered around which hot vampire was better for Buffy, Angel or Spike. (Even nowadays we see this kind of article, exhibit A). And you don't see these articles starting with disclaimers and trigger warnings, either.
For those who haven't watched BTVS, Angel was around 240-something when he slept with 17 year old Buffy. He slept with her the night she turned 17, by the way; they were already together while she was 16. At the time he was turned into a vampire, Angel was around 26 years old. Angel met Buffy when she was 16, but he was stalking watching Buffy since she was 15:
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Now about Spike. Spike met Buffy when she was 16, but he didn't actually become obsessed with her until she was around 20. Still, they got together and it wasn't ever an issue that he met her when she was a teenager. In Spike's case, he did stick around and interacted with Buffy multiple times before they started dating. In Betelgeuse's case, we know that while he watched Lydia from afar, he never actually managed to interact or even be seen by her during the years they were apart.
A lot of antis throw around the word "grooming" around Beetlebabes; I don't think they understand the meaning of that word. To put it simple, to groom someone is to condition them and emotionally manipulate them for years into a certain behavior, in this context, into falling in love or becoming sexually involved with the groomer. This term, therefore, cannot and will not ever apply to Betelgeuse and Lydia's relationship (it also does not apply to Spuffy, while we're at it). How can it? When they only had a few interactions over 30+ years ago and only met now after all that time.
And about those interactions in the first movie, the fact that Betelgeuse attempted to marry Lydia is attached to an idea of sexual inappropriateness only when that particular idea is projected onto what actually happened in that scene. Objectively, for Betelgeuse, marrying Lydia was a means to an end; there was no sexual or romantic implications in their marriage in that movie.
I believe in the case of Betelgeuse x Lydia versus ships like Buffy x Angel or Buffy x Spike, people are quick to see an issue in one where they never notice an issue in the other for the following reason: While Angel and Spike are hot, young-looking vampires, Betelgeuse is gross and does look like a dead guy. That is literally the difference. Spike and Angel are good-looking hotties; Betelgeuse... I love him lots and he is hot for me, but he is not conventionally attractive. I bet you if Betelgeuse looked like Michael Keaton did playing Bruce Wayne... People wouldn't have an issue that he's lusting after 50-something year old Winona Ryder, (also a hottie herself btw).
Let's add here before I close off this post that both Angel and Spike did objectively horrible things to Buffy when they were soulless (Angel while Buffy was still a minor), and meanwhile Betelgeuse has never harmed Lydia (no, the insta-pregnancy didn't harm her; everything that happened in that scene was an illusion). He didn't even behave inappropriately toward her in the first film when he was wilder and hornier than he is now. And yet shipping Bangel or Spuffy (last I checked lol) isn't widely seen as problematic. I ship Spuffy to the moon and back, and used to ship Bangel as well at some point 🤷🏻‍♀️ and I haven't seen people attacking shippers nor have I seen discussions of these ships being inappropriate (though I'm sure there must be... it's 2024 and the purity culture fandom infection has spread widely), not in the way I see Beetlebabes fans being harassed.
Anyway, I wrote a separate post about this and will post it eventually. This wasn't meant to be this long, but here we are 😅.
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asraindarkness · 2 days ago
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vent time! i have to disrespectfully disagree with people who are now suddenly saying "it was clear from the start that bucktommy was just a short-term thing". the whole issue with the argument is this: 911 has never been the best written show, and especially everything after s4 has been capital R Rough. this is no succession, the bear, arcane. you know, tv shows that have incredibly story continuity, character writing, and pacing. people say that bucktommy was not written "well enough" as if that is a valid sign in the 911 universe that the breakup was a sure thing. i call bullshit. when was the last time that the show has wrapped up even the simplest storyline in a satisfying and serious way? when was the last time character development happened and was take seriously? when was the last time the main characters didn't feel stagnant and the stories didn't feel repetitive? when was the last time the show didn't go in circles and choose the easy or sometimes most offensive way out? 911 had enough meat to tell compelling stories for 3 seasons, afterwards it went noticibly downhill. people who say that the "bad writing" of bucktommy should have been a clear sign are talking complete nonsense imo. tommy was the first ever love interest who checked all the boxes, who got verbal approval of bobby (who has watched buck grow and knows him incredibly well and who did notice a positive difference in buck!), who had everything that we have been told buck needs in a partner for 6 seasons. the canon text spelled out: this could be the one.
we were not delusional for that because, once again, i have to point out: the wonky writing is not a bucktommy problem. it has been and still is a general 911 problem. if they butcheted the bucktommy writing while they did great with everything else, yes, then i would agree the signs were there. for 911 standards of writing, which are very low in comparison to good tv shows, bucktommy has actually been done pretty damn great until that fucked up breakup. people say "they didn't even know each other after 6 months" and i retort "athena first admitted that she had a fiance before michael to michael and bobby like 30 years (?) after the fact". this show has been fucking up storylines left and right for years, and most characters and dynamics had many moments that were terribly written and poorly handled and were only enjoyable when you ignored the idiocy of it all. this show doesn't care about timelines, doesn't care about logic, doesn't care to base the drama within the constraints of a realistic depiction of society and laws. it retcons things for shits and giggles. the mains only get through it all thanks to plot convenience and plot armor. like please. we try to find logical solutions (e.g. tommy lands the plane) and the show will choose whatever is the most ridiculous idea (12 yo lands it).
looking at the bigger picuture, bucktommy had incredible potential for 911 standards and could have easily worked long-term if only the writers wanted to do so. the simple problem is: they apparently don't want to put any more work into it. it is as easy as that. many things in this show never lived up to their full potential and got wrapped up in the most ridiculous ways that nobody could have ever predicted. like, my bad for expecting some leftover common sensen and logic in the weewoo show! at this point, it feels like a skit starring clowns that will do the most random shit. rinse and repeat.
in that context and thinking back to all the butchered storylines, bucktommy had actually been a fucking masterpiece so far. now, it unfortunately just joins a looong row of things that could have been impactful and meaningful if only the show had good storytelling.
how could i have ever knew a breakup is coming when the writing literally said i wrote them for 8.05 as an stablished couple who where doing ok just so the breakup could hurt more!!! hurt who??? cuz most of their fandom were queers, so there is that.
and yes i agree with you. i dropped the show after s6 and came back to it ONLY bcz my friend told me buck came out bi and start this season only bcz i was invested in buck and his relationship journey cuz i knew for a fact the other part of this show is not gonna get any better and the fucked that up to.
they only claim they KNEW they’re gonna break up cuz they were saying it since 7.06 lol
and it piss me off when they say there was no chemistry (which i disagree) cuz this is so stupid. lacking chemistry is something WE see as audiences it is not a thing for characters in the story, they don’t see it and they don’t feel it so it can not be a reason for them to breakup, like??????
all and all bddie shippers has been dancing this dance for 7 years now and yk what? i hope they do get what they want cuz 911 is not gonna change the writing so i hope they do get bddie in this exact writing they seem to loooove cuz i know it’s not gonna be all fair dust and unicorns lol
(i still love buck and i hope hope hope they handle his sexuality better at least from now on but im not optimistic)
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ai-the-broccoli · 1 day ago
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I DIDN'T NOTICE YOU RB'D THE DEATH NOTE ASK MEME uhhh. 23 and 24 maybe?
ooooh thanks!!!
23. what was your favorite moment and why?
"oooh that's a very hard question" ...is what I might've said, if this wasn't the light yagami animanga series and light yagami makes me insane. uhhh. I do have several though, if that's allowed.
(update: when I said "several" I meant uh. a lot apparently. whoops)
favourite line / favourite moment in a "holy wow this is amazing thematically": the. y'know. "Tell me, Light, from the moment you were born, have you ever told the truth?" line in the anime rain scene. yeah. holy fuck that is amazing because I LOVE that sort of thing. as far as character traits go, there's like nothing I love more than characters that are liars who lie lyingly (multiple types of this apply). it's truly, truly the best.
favourite moments based on what I repeatedly rewatched immediately following my first watch of the anime: there are, uh. three (in no particular order)
light goes home from the entrance ceremony, incredibly stone-faced (like 😐) the entire way -> gets home, gets up the stairs, opens the door, shuts the door, sits down on his chair, suddenly starts shaking -> blows up "Dammit! He got me! Damn L! I have never been so humiliated in my life!" (even Ryuk comments internally that he's never seen him lose his composure so much) -> suddenly laughs and calms down talking about how it's a battle of wits now and he'll make L trust him and kill him, with his own hands if necessary. i rewatched this several times in a row which was definitely very normal of me.
look at him. grumpy but in like an extremely restrained way (his face is even hidden). until it breaks completely in the next page lol
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the last episode. light trying so hard not to laugh/smirk in the warehouse, then he reveals himself as kira (a lot of laughing), and he loses and falls pathetically, shouting for kiyomi and mikami and misa after matsuda shoots him, and then runs in the beautiful sunset, passing his younger high school self by, and seeing a vision of L before he dies on the stairs. all this is great and i did an immediate rewatch of this episode after finishing it
the Relight scene where Light laughs on top of L's grave soil. it's conceptually fucked up in an amazing way that really really appeals to me. murder and grave desecration are really romantic/beautiful/erotic on principle.
as you can see I am very normal. as you can see I am a very normal Light Yagami fan. one of those two statements may be unironically true, but the two statements inherently cannot go together. anyway this particular selection of scenes totally doesn't actually say anything about me right but anyway I'm right those are totally the best please torture light some more everyone
favourite moments I didn't immediately repeatedly rewatch/reread like that but are still my absolute top favourites:
The entire first episode because DAMN did it hook me completely very, very fast. I did NOT know there was going to be Faustian contract + god complex&general big ego + everything else in one in this little and very infamous character known as "Light Yagami". my expectations were blown instantly and I got obsessed with DN right away
L and Light declaring war on each other over the live broadcast and L asking and taunting Light/Kira to kill him. amazing. it was really... gay. sorry I can't think of a better word lmfao
L's death scene oh my god. GOD I loved (and was really really amazed/impressed by by) Light rushing to him at once and basically lying on top of him for a second, so that he will die in his arms. GOD. it is SO. like yeah this is literally my favourite sort of thing holy shit it is amazing (it's to gloat to him and to declare victory before his death, and it's to pretend to the Task Force too, and yet it seemed like such an instinctual reaction really that I think his first instinct really IS to hold him in his arms before he dies. this is really good). and the dramatic performance afterwards. I love it
on a COMPLETELY different note. JESUS CHRIST I love Soichiro's death scene actually. because holy fuck the multi-layered irony. I really love it. actually I think I wrote about that scene long before I even really wrote anything else about DN. alright here:
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idk if I still 100% agree with my initial impression but it should still overall hold and MAN. I definitely loved it (<- fan of irony) (<- extremely, extremely normal Light Yagami fan) (<- fan of Soichiro also, to a lesser extent)
favourite moment that gave me a lot of thoughts when I'm reading the manga: (even though I already first watched the anime and this stuff is also in the anime)
the moment where Rem is like "okay I will kill L" and Light, person who has been plotting this exact murder for ages, is like. Oh shit. he'll die...? which is. man. Light sure is Light
like look at his face here!
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favourite manga-exclusive moments:
Light not considering killing Sayu. Light asking Soichiro to promise him to come back alive with Sayu. that scene afterwards where Soichiro is at home thinking he should die. (at least I think those weren't in the anime?)
the manga ending is also good
I like that the manga tells us he lost weight and has nightmares due to using the death note. (it possibly has happened to anime light too but we don't get to see it)
not a "favorite moment" exactly, but while the scene is beautiful I don't like Misa dying in the end despite how much I adore everything else in that episode, so I like that Misa doesn't canonically die like that in the manga
favourite anime-exclusive moments:
rain scene and footwashing scene yes obviously
everything about Light being "haunted" after L's death. aside from the aforementioned Light dying scene, I really like the anime
I love the anime ending too
also hmm this might be a less popular opinion, but personally I also love some of anime Light's characterization tidbits that differs from the manga (e.g. first episode). I would say it's because it's maybe very slightly more relatable for me but that probably sounds wack lmao so
favourite moments based on how comedic I find them: (not including ones I already included in other sections) DN is such an amazing comedy I'm not even kidding
the whole handcuffs thing oh my god. homophobic misa moment. I didn't think she'd actually call him gay, but there it was. also just fken. buddy. L??????? why and how and in what world was there an absolute need for this totally normal, totally appropriate, absolutely most safe and most ideal method of interrogating criminals. I was laughing because god. that's not even. yeah okay I'm happy with it but LMFAO YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS. and Light just easily went along with it
the... the... first date scene. I was like oh my god c'MON you two. I didn't think something like this would be so like this in the actual canon manga. first date where Misa is being thirdwheeled while Light and L sit together chained together and then they focus all energy on talking to each other and then they get into a fist fight (date activity) all over the room. combined with the later dunking on matsuda. this is LITERALLY how a fucking sitcom goes at this point.
the anime's footwashing also. not the scene itself necessarily but just the fact that it fucking exists between lawlight and is. Like THAT????? lmfao like what the hell
ALSO the. fken. Matsuda fake death scene lmfao it was so wack in retrospect
live Ryuk reactions + "hey Light can we play Mario Golf? can we play Mario Golf Light? come on let's play a match of Mario Golf"
man I can't even include all of it here because Light Yagami is so entertaining to me in 85%+ of all the scenes she appears in in one way or another like his existence itself is peak entertainment to me. it's entertaining when Light is humiliated and it's entertaining when he's succeeding. and like I mean, he's the protagonist of the whole manga / show, and I mean I can't list every moment in the series can I. lmao
favourite moments that don't have light yagami in it: I'm sorry everyone else but I am especially obsessed with light. as you can see. however I love many other characters too
Kiyomisa dinner kiyomisa fighting !!!
(technically this includes light but) matsuda shooting light
misa being unexpectedly smart (compared to her wider reputation) (the higuchi car scene! and others) is also nice
idk if it makes sense but. the scene where Rem and Misa mention the way a Shinigami can die, and Misa admits to thinking about killing Rem like it's. just very Neat. I like the vibes here and Misa is very beautiful (related to the dialogue about love and killing. yeah)
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also!! I love the meronia moments
and then I recently got myself into soichello so actually yeah. the soichiro mello scenes too. very good
24. any headcanons you want to share?
uhhhhhhhhhhh hmmm. man what's a headcanon I haven't properly shared on tumblr before, and also isn't like a take that is shared and often discussed by tons of people around here already?
... fine okay let's do this finally.
neurodivergence + mental illnesses headcanons
[disclaimer: please read this post first. if you disagree, you can skip over this and skip to the next section!]
aside from OCD and autism, imo Light has NPD with some ASPD traits, and also bipolar. this is because the way his mental illnesses are is like. I feel represented lol. (not as in I have every one of those things I listed, but I probably have some/most of them, and the combinations are interesting). even though this is unfortunately Light Yagami. but I really like him for that too tbh because man. I don't get to see that stuff often. (like idk how to explain it. even though I'd never even remotely pull that kinda stuff because of differences in personalities, values, background, abilities, and manifestation and degree of symptoms, etc. however some of his mannerisms sometimes feel right on point e.g. I feel like the way he is like sometimes gives me depression + hypomanic/manic vibes, in a way where I can see myself in him if it makes sense lmao)
on that note Misa 100% very BPD I agree. I wanna say on top of autism, L also seems to have some ASPD traits imo. Near is autistic but I think that goes without saying lol. Mello has like... C-PTSD and/or NPD. and then this probably not a very unexpected take, but Matsuda has ADHD or audhd vibes. OH and! Soichiro also very much has OCD and autism, imo.
other headcanons:
not a hot take, but Mello and Near are both nonbinary and/or genderqueer (and/or otherwise trans, if not applicable) to me (could be transmasc or transfem, not necessarily transneutral; I could see either or any direction among those, although I would say I lean toward seeing Near as transfem and/or nonbinary, and Mello as transmasc and/or genderqueer).
Light is demi, and has had a covert superiority complex about not feeling attraction unlike his peers (like. you can view him deciding to use porn mag reading to prove himself as a normal teenage boy as indicative of his subconscious? mental association of his more "normal" peers as, like.... unfortunate horny perverts. in a way. if that makes sense) I know how it feels because I was kinda like this in grade 6-8
man I definitely have other ideas too but I'm drawing a blank at the moment partly because it's late and I still haven't eaten lunch lmao. I will continue to post my thoughts and headcanons in the future, so tune in by clicking on the subscribe butto- *gets shot*
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lucy90712 · 3 days ago
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Puppy- Pedri
Life has been a lot recently I moved away from my hometown and my parents to move in with my boyfriend after being long distance for nearly two years. Getting to live with him has been amazing I love Pedri so much and now we don't have to miss each other in between being able to visit one another. Moving from Tenerife to Barcelona has also meant I needed to find a new job which luckily didn't take long so I've just started at a new company and moved which is a lot all at once but so far it's been mostly good.
I do feel like I'm kind of just getting through each day I wake up and then I'm at work and then I come back home again. My life doesn't feel like my life anymore I had a whole routine back home but now everything is different and I don't have the little things in my routine that helped each day feel less mundane. The best part of my day is when Pedri gets home and we can cuddle on the sofa and watch a movie which has become a daily routine. Don't get me wrong I love my new life as I get to be with Pedri but it's a lot of change all at once and I feel like it's finally catching up to me and I'm starting to miss home a little. 
It's going to take some time to get used to being here but I'm sure eventually Barcelona will start to feel like home and I'll forget all about this time where I felt out of place. I know this is where I'm supposed to be as otherwise Pedri would've never come into my life and he's definitely the best thing that's ever happened to me. When we get used to living together and I get used to the city I'm sure it will all be perfect right now we are just going through an adjustment period. 
Pedri's POV
Like most days when Y/n got home she seemed stressed until she saw me then she put a fake smile on her face. I can tell she's faking it because the smile didn't reach her eyes like it always does when she's actually smiling. I know the move has been a lot on her we both knew the first few weeks would be hard but I can tell she's still struggling and that just breaks my heart. It's not that she doesn't want to be here as when we go places together she really enjoys herself but whenever I have to leave her or she goes to work the next time I see her she looks stressed and just generally unhappy. 
I should've known that moving so far from home and getting a new job all at the same time would be hard for her but I underestimated how big of a change that would be for her. I remember when I first moved here I didn't know anyone and it was my first time living alone it was scary and I missed home a lot and that must be how y/n feels as I know she is really close to her family so not being close to them distance wise anymore is difficult. I want to do something to make her feel more at home here but I have no idea what the right thing to do is as I can't just magically help her settle in. 
This has been on my mind for a few days and I can't decide the right thing to do so I've decided that I'm going to ask some of the other guys if they have any ideas. I've told Ferran about my dilemma but he was no use and the same goes for Gavi neither of them gave me any serious ideas they just joked around like they always do. Asking them made it clear that I need to talk to one of the older guys who might actually offer some sensible advice. 
"Hey Raphinha can I get your advice on something?" I asked 
"Of course man what's up" he said 
"You know y/n moved in with me a few months ago well I just feel like she hasn't fully settled in and I don't know what to do she just seems stressed and unhappy" I said 
"That's hard she must just miss home I know this isn't the answer your looking for but time is the best thing for that and just talk to her asking her how she feels will help you understand what you can do to take some of the stress away" he advised 
"Thanks man I'll definitely talk to her" I said 
"Wait Pedri did you say y/'s missing home" one of coaches said from across the hallway 
"Yeah she just seems to be lonely I guess she's only got me and anyone I've introduced her to so when we aren't around that's when she seems to be the worst" I said 
"This might not be the solution you're looking for but my brother found a puppy dumped in a bin last night maybe having something in the house would help y/n feel less lonely if you want to meet the puppy I'll give you my brothers number" he said 
"Actually that sounds like a great idea" I said 
Getting a puppy was definitely not something I'd planned on doing for a while as I'm not around as much as I would need to be to look after a dog and I didn't want to put that all on y/n as she's getting used to life here but maybe it would be good for her. Having a little puppy around the house to keep her company while I'm not around sounds like a great idea to me and she can meet new people taking the dog for a walk. 
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After seeing the puppy my mind was made up he was so sweet and he reminded me a lot of the family dog y/n has back home which seemed like a sign that this was the decision I needed to make. It took a few days to get everything sorted but finally today I picked up the puppy and brought him home to explore a bit before y/n got home from work. So far he's done just that he hasn't stopped running around and playing with the few toys I got him as well as my shoes but we will work on stopping that another day. 
Your POV
Today has been a long day we had a big presentation at work today and I had a few important meetings and now I'm just exhausted. When I pulled into the driveway Pedri's car was already there and that made me feel a little better as seeing him and cuddling with him sounds like it will make all my problems go away at least for tonight. As I entered the door I saw a little plastic ball on the floor which had me confused as I don't know why Pedri would have one of those or why it would just be on the floor. Then it all made sense when a tiny ball of black fluff ran towards me grabbed the ball and ran away again towards Pedri who picked up the puppy and brought it towards me. 
As soon as he placed the puppy in my arms I was in love it looked exactly like my parents dog back home which they got when I was little and we grew up together. Holding the puppy made me feel like I had a bit of home with me and it reminded me of my childhood and all of the photos I have with my parents dog. 
"Whose dog is this?" I asked Pedri 
"He's ours" he said 
"I have so many questions" I said 
"Well one of our coaches at the club overheard me talking to Raphinha about how I think you've been missing home and feeling lonely here and said that his brother found a puppy dumped in a bin so I went and met the puppy and instantly knew he'd be a perfect fit for us and I know we both have busy lives but I thought he'd keep you company while I'm away" Pedri explained 
"Who would dump this little cutie" I cooed to the puppy
"I do have one last question does he have a name yet?" He asked 
"I haven't properly named him yet as I didn't want to do it without you but I was thinking we could call him Nilo" he said 
"I like that welcome to our crazy household Nilo" I said 
Pedri took my bag off me while I took Nilo to the living room so I could sit and play with him to destress from my day. It didn't take long for Pedri to join us and we both threw the little ball across the room and watched little Nilo scamper after it. A puppy would've been the last thing I thought I wanted if you'd have asked me even just yesterday but I actually think Pedri is right Nilo is going to be great at keeping me company when no one else is here and having such a happy little thing here to greet me when I get home is definitely going to brighten my days. It feels like I've got a little bit of my life from back home here now that we have a dog and hopefully that will help make Barcelona feel like home. 
For the rest of the night we didn't take our attention off Nilo but eventually we had to go to bed now we had agreed that Nilo wouldn't sleep in the bed with us but that went out the window within two seconds. As soon as we saw him sitting on the floor in his bed whimpering and wanting our attention Pedri got up and put him on our bed which stopped his crying instantly. Nilo was quick to make himself comfy in my arms as Pedri put his arms around me and we settled down for the night as some sort of weird family.
"Thank you for getting Nilo just having him here has made me feel more at home" I said 
"There's no need to thank me I just want you to be comfortable here and honestly as soon as I saw him there was no way I was leaving without him he was just too cute" Pedri laughed 
"He certainly is cute you have competition now" I joked 
"I don't think I'm going to win that competition" he said 
"No you won't but I still love you" I said 
"More than Nilo?" He asked 
"Of course for now at least" I joked 
Pedri rolled his eyes but I know he feels the exact same way I do. 
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