#I hate it but not quite as much as I feared

[sofiaswrittendelusions]

“My wife.”

synopsis idea by: @starlitfool 🙏 “y'all remember when caleb had mc pretend to be his girlfriend back in college? i offer now to the caleb girlies council this consideration: mc pretending to be the colonel's wife at some farspace fleet gala/function/thing. thank u and goodnight”

The gala was a spectacle of power and politics, a glittering battlefield where words were weapons and alliances were forged under the weight of duty. Officers and dignitaries wove through the crowd, their conversations laced with veiled threats and rehearsed charm. It was the kind of event Caleb had attended a thousand times before—where appearances mattered more than truth, where strength was measured not in victories but in perception.

But tonight, none of it mattered.

Because you were on his arm.

Draped in elegance, fitting so seamlessly into the role of his wife that it made something dark and possessive curl inside him, something that had never truly left since the first time he heard you call yourself his.

It had started as a necessity, a calculated move—the Colonel’s wife carried more weight than any civilian could, allowed access, turned heads, ensured questions wouldn’t be asked. But it wasn’t the first time.

Years ago, when you were both younger, when his obsession was still something new and raw and barely contained, he had pulled you into his orbit with a simple phrase—play along, sweetheart. You had been surrounded by vultures then too, leering eyes and unwanted attention, and Caleb had hated it. Hated the way they thought they could look at you, let alone speak to you.

So he had intervened.

Wrapped an arm around your waist. Let his gaze burn through anyone foolish enough to challenge his claim. Felt something primal settle deep in his bones when you leaned into him, trusting him to play the part.

But that was a lie, wasn’t it?

Because there was no acting when it came to you.

He had never truly stopped seeing you as his.

And tonight was no different.

His fingers pressed against the small of your back, just firm enough to remind you that he was there, that you belonged beside him. The men he spoke with were high-ranking, powerful in their own right, but none of them held his attention.

Not the way you did.

You shifted slightly, polite smile never faltering as you listened to the conversation, but he felt the way you tensed when someone’s gaze lingered too long.

His grip tightened.

A silent warning.

You exhaled softly, leaning the smallest fraction closer, and it nearly undid him.

He had fought in wars, survived battles that left others broken, but nothing—nothing—unraveled him the way you did.

“You’re perfect like this,” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper, meant only for you.

You inhaled sharply.

He felt it against his skin, the way your body reacted before your mind could catch up. The way you stiffened—not in fear, but in awareness.

And Caleb lived for it.

The night stretched on, a blur of empty pleasantries and strategic conversation, but his focus never wavered. Every time someone so much as glanced in your direction, his hold on you tightened. Every time your gaze flicked to his, searching for something—reassurance? Permission?—he was already there, already watching, already owning the space between you.

By the time the gala ended, he had you pressed against his side, guiding you toward the exit with the same quiet authority he always carried. You let him, falling into step as if it were natural. As if this wasn’t temporary.

As if you were his.

The car was waiting, sleek and dark, windows tinted to keep the outside world from seeing what was his to protect. The door shut behind you, locking the two of you away in the silence of the night.

For the first few minutes, neither of you spoke.

Then—

You frowned slightly, glancing out the window.

“Caleb… this isn’t the ride to my apartment.”

His lips twitched. Not quite a smirk. Not quite not one either.

“I meant our home,” he murmured, voice slow, deliberate.

The words hung between you, thick with something unspoken, something dangerous.

He watched the realization settle in, the way your body stiffened beside him, the way your breath hitched.

His gaze was already waiting when you turned to him, violet eyes gleaming in the dim interior.

And then—he leaned in.

Slowly.

A measured, predatory shift, invading your space without hesitation, letting his warmth, his presence, his ownership wrap around you entirely.

“You were my wife all night,” he murmured, voice deceptively soft. “You don’t want to stop now, do you?”

Your lips parted—whether to protest or to agree, he didn’t know. Didn’t care.

Because your body told him everything.

The way your pulse fluttered at your throat. The way your fingers curled against your lap, as if resisting the urge to reach for him. The way your breath caught when his hand—flesh this time, warm and possessive—tilted your chin just enough to keep you from looking anywhere but at him.

And then, quieter, more intimate—

“My wife wouldn’t leave me alone tonight.” A pause. A slow drag of his gaze down to your lips, then back up. “Would she?”

You swallowed hard.

And Caleb knew.

Knew that he had you again.

Just like before. Just like always.

But this time—

This time, he wouldn’t let you go.

[gay-dorito-dust]

I’ve seen fics where Joaquin is hurt, so I thought why not do things a little differently…I’m unhealthy addicted to this man. (Have since the show but didn’t capitalise on writing for him then, grave mistake tbh though there still wasn’t much for him back then either.)

The mission with Sam and Joaquin was a success but one reckless misstep caused you to be put right into a hospital bed with a uncharacteristically quite Joaquin by bedside, his hands clasped together tightly in front of his face as his beautiful dark eyes seemed distant and unfocused as they gazed at the wall across from him.

‘You can quit mentally going over funeral arrangements for me, I’m still alive to continue being a pain in your ass.’ You tell him once you had awoken, but it seemed as though your attempts of making light of a serious situation only seem to put Joaquin even more in a sour mood.

‘You sure have a weird way of trying to comfort me you know? Making jokes about your own hurt and thinking that I’ll just laugh along?’ Joaquin said as he looked at you, eyes sharp but filled with worry as they looked over your bandaged figure. ‘Is nearly dying really a funny experience for you?’ He then adds rhetorically. It was obvious that you being hurt had more of an affect on Joaquin then it did you, maybe because you had time to be accustomed to how dangerous the job was, which resulted in giving you a weird sense of fucked up humour when you find yourself on the hospital bed.

‘Joaquin-‘ you began as you reached out for his hand but it seemed as though your friend and mission partner wasn’t quite done.

‘Do you know how I felt when I found you hurt?’ Joaquin starts, unable to keep the feelings with him any longer then he already had, hating how helpless he felt upon finding out that you were hiding an injury as serious as this as though you didn’t view yourself as someone valuable. ‘And the fact that you kept it from us, from Sam but most importantly,’ Joaquin paused when he felt himself letting his emotions rise to the surface as tears brimmed his beautiful eyes, ‘you kept it hidden from me, we’re meant to be partners y/n, partners.’ He adds in a way that made you know that what he felt towards you was a lot deeper then you two just being partners.

‘Are we not partners?’ Joaquin asked.

‘Of course we are!’ You replied without hesitation, reaching out and grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers together. ‘You’re my best friend and the best mission partner I could have ever asked for-‘

‘Then why did you feel the need to hide your hurt from me.’ Joaquin interrupts you, though you noticed how tightly he held onto your hand as though he was scared to let go of you, and in the moment you hated yourself for making Joaquin worry over you like this. You truly were the worst when it came to these things but with Joaquin you wanted to be as transparent as possible with him, expect when it came to needing help and your feelings for him it seems, and you couldn’t help but feed into the idea that due to this Joaquin deserved better…better than you at least.

‘The mission comes first Joaquin you know this as well as I, so why should it matter if I’m hurt or not.’ You said to him, hating how it seemed as though Joaquin could see through you whenever you looked in his dark eyes, bringing you under the impression that he seems to know you better then yourself and you feared that that was the truth. You wish you could hate him but you knew you’d be lying if you ever said that because you knew you’d love the man until you couldn’t, making you fear how far you’d actually go for him and vice versa.

‘Well it matters to me! You matter to me! So sorry for not wanting to watch my best friend and love of my life die on a hospital bed.’ Joaquin exclaims suddenly, taking you both aback by the outburst of repressed emotions but Joaquin pushed through as he moved his hand from your grasp, moving to hold your face within his hands instead as he rests his forehead again yours. ‘Especially not when I have so much to say to you that I should’ve said far, far sooner instead of hiding.’ He adds softer this time as he moved to press a tender kiss your forehead, making you smile softly at the feeling, before pressing his head back against there.

‘And what would those things be my dear falcon.’ You asked analog sheepishly as your hands reached to keep his hands again your face, caressing the backs of them with your thumbs, smiling at how while this wasn’t the ideal place for you to admit your feelings but it didn’t feel any less magical then it did right now.

Joaquin smiles for what felt like the first time since he’s been sat beside you. ‘We’d be here for a really, really long time if we want to go into specifics,’ you both laughed at this, knowing that you would spend just as long listing of the things you loved about him in return, ‘but to keep it short all you need to know is that you’re the best part of me, my better half and the one person who could make me feel like this when I’m under the impression that I could one day loose you forever.’ Joaquin sighed and closed his eyes, leaning further into you as though trying to convince himself they you were still here with him.

‘I don’t ever want to see you like this ever again, not as long as I can do something about it to keep you safe from this day onward.’ Joaquin admits and you felt yourself becoming warm and giddy it made you forget why you were in the hospital for brief moment in time, for you were too focused on the beautiful and brave man in front of you holding you like you were everything and to him you very much were.

‘Then I can only promise to be more carful on missions from here on out if it’s to keep your heart from breaking, for I wouldn’t want to hurt someone as important to me as you Joaquin,’ you then moved your hand to wipe away the unshed tears from his eyes, taking your time with it as well as you caressed his tear stained cheeks with care and held the weight of a death as though you were in fact scared of hurting him. ‘I never went to see you shed a single tear more of my reckless ass.’ You add and this time Joaquin laughed along with you as he kissed your palms sweetly, smiling against them.

‘Then I guess you’ll have to deal with me being a little overprotective on the future missions.’ Joaquin says barely above a whisper.

‘I wouldn’t mind that at all, not a single bit.’ You replied, kissing his nose and smiling, happy to know that your feelings weren’t unreciprocated like you originally thought, but also happy knowing that your heart was in the safest hands you’ve ever known.

[stoopidpigeonxx]

Hi! Love your works!

Can I ask how tulpar crew will show that they are into you? 👉👈

Like what are their hints that show they have a crush on a reader or what are their moves?

P.S. Have a nice day!

THANK YOU!! and yeah I can do that! You have a nice day too, love <333

Curly -will get more touchy. Pats your back a lot, ruffles your hair, lets his hand linger on your shoulder a bit too long. -starts paying more attention to you when you're talking about something. He's observing you, trying to learn what you like. -Starts calling you more affectionate things, like 'love' or 'honey.' It's meant to be friendly, kinda parental almost? -If you prefer doing something, he'll make sure to take you to it. Like, star gazing.

Jimmy -It's hard to tell. He bottles his emotions up a lot, so it isn't obvious. -He'll get more tolerable of your presence around him, and won't complain if you stick around. -once he's sure he likes you, its a bit more forward. -random shoulder squeezes and off-hand compliments. -"..y'look alright today." -Waits for a while before making a move, like.. trailing a hand down your back or smirking at you. He's creepy but in like.. a charming way. -gets HELLA possessive. He asks Anya if he can do your psych evals instead just for an excuse to talk to you.

Daisuke -he's young. He's cringe. -Will get super fucking nervous around you, flushed face, stuttering, all that. -Despite that, he'll cling to you like a life line. -Yaps your ear off. It doesn't even have to be about anything, he will just talk talk talk. And if you actually listen intently? Ohhh he's smitten. IN LOVE. -Not super touchy, out of fear that he'll break boundaries. But sometimes he can't help himself, and wraps a friendly arm around your shoulder or something. Will freak out and pull away for a moment. -Giggles and kicks his feet while thinking about you when he's alone.

Anya -Subtle as HELL. -Just... treats you sweetly. But she tries to do that with everyone. Just a bit more with you is all. -Maybe checks in on you more often, does psych evals a lot just to check in on you. It's a bit of favoritism that the crew notices, but doesn't say anything about. Let her have a moment of joy. -Small little favors like making you shitty coffee or complimenting your hair. -She's just.. more nice than she was before. -Secretly fawning over you and fangirling you so hard.

Swansea -He's a mean old man who hates everyone, except maybe you. You're just more tolerable. -And sure, you're quite easy on the eyes.. but that has nothing to do with anything. -Makes you help him with mechanical stuff, even if you aren't good at that kind of stuff. He'll teach you, kinda like a dad would. You remind him of his dumb ol' kids. -But.. it's definitely more than just a fatherly feeling.. he's into you. -facing that fact is awkward for him; you weren't even born when he was a young man. How could he like someone so much younger? -He'll try to bond with you, but delivers it terribly. -"Jeez, who taught you howta screw a bolt? Give it 'ere, I'll do it.."

[fairestwriting]

Hiii!!! Just found your account and I love your works ☺️

May I request headcanons of Leona & Azul with a reader who’s afraid to commit to him since they have a hard time trusting NRC students because they fear he’ll only be with them if they can benefit him/he has an ulterior motive for them?

Thank you!!

𐙚 Leona Kingscholar

It’s not something that goes unnoticed, but also not something he thinks about too much, at the start. Leona’s view of commitment is much more based on how you behave around him than your words, and he doesn’t expect to really feel it when you’re still just getting used to each other’s presence, in this new context of considering a relationship… Besides, you asked to take it slow, he’s not about to disrespect that.

Then that period of time passes, he starts to relax, and the gap between the two of you slowly becomes more visible — He’s not the most overtly affectionate guy out there, sure, but he makes it quite clear when he’s gotten comfortable around somebody. He assumes your distance is just shyness at first, but it quickly starts to bug him. He knows how to recognize the different types of unease in others, and shyness isn’t exactly the feeling he’s getting for you.

The last straw happens when as you’re spending time together and he ends up getting tired, he tells you you can stick around while he sleeps, and you quickly get up, ready to leave — The memory will feel embarrassing to him in the future, at how emotional he got over something seemingly so small, but in the moment, it just feels like you’re avoiding him.

What the hell is up with you, really, he questions when you’re on your way out. In Leona’s perception, he’s being so obvious, basically outright telling you that he wants you to be around, that he trusts you to be there while doesn’t have his guard up. And this same interaction has happened so many times already. Aren’t you two supposed to be… dating? If he could even call it that?

It’s not fair if he’s the only one who’s vulnerable, he thinks and doesn’t say, but the message gets across. ”If you’re so excited to leave, then just go.”, with that bitter look in his eyes. You try to say that’s not how you felt, while still not revealing too much, but he’s set on questioning you now. And it shows how it’d been bothering him, the way you just seemed to never breach that distance.

Eventually you get the words out. It’s not about him, you were just anxious because of previous experiences you had in NRC — Even if you just tell bits and pieces of the full story, it’s enough for him to get a grasp on the situation. His expression softens. It does all make sense to him, he doesn’t feel comfortable around most people either, as much as he hates to admit. ”I wouldn’t tell you to stick around if I wanted to take advantage of you. Would be a stupid move. He says, after a while, then nothing else. He would never pressure you in general, but especially not about this. He just hopes you do decide to stay.

𐙚 Azul Ashengrotto

All sorts of preventive measures happen in the background before you two even agree that there’s any sort of mutual attraction taking place. He’s built his business so carefully, he doesn’t want to take any chances, even if the temptation to just throw logic out of the window is there. When you two decide to date, Azul has already thought about a thousand possible futures, part of his willingness to get into this relationship comes from ruling out the worst outcomes.

The hesitant phase lasts considerably longer with him than it does with Leona. He wants you to be the first one to let your guard down — A wish he knows would make him sound horrible even if he tried to explain, with the image he has — as the last bit of confirmation to him that you’re safe, and he can stop being so overly cautious around you. But he waits, and he keeps waiting, and none of the signs he’s looking for ever come.

How long has it been, at this point? Months? Azul actually isn’t very sure of what to do from here. Was this all because of his reputation? Did he do something wrong? Or was this just your regular personality, and he actually severely miscalculated every part of his “plan”?

He doesn’t want to show how much it bothers him, at first. He tries to think of ways to get you to open up, at least a little bit, like showing interest in your background and such… But he knows there’s a limit to how much he can do until he puts you off completely, if you’re really this cautious. And at this point, he’s too attached to want to risk losing you.

Some questions still slip through though, that exact attachment he feels making it difficult for him to keep up with your level of detachment. His curiosity really is genuine too, he wants to know more about you, to understand you better. Maybe even especially due to the detachment, he can relate to that distrustfulness too much. So much it makes him actually feel closer to you, though he does recognize that might be kind of weird. He does get a stray thought that he could be just projecting, that you could actually turn out to not be safe, but he decides to trust you.

There won’t be arguments or anything on the topic, even if you don’t reciprocate as Azul, without even thinking, ends up slowly lowering his guard first, and your reactions sometimes feel a bit cold to him — The sting of it fades quickly, because he just understands. When he asks questions, or ends up inviting you on more serious dates, there’s always an added, “but only if you’re comfortable with doing so, of course”, followed with a smile you never really see him show to anybody else. His observant nature will help him put the puzzle together, eventually, already starting to suspect you’ve had bad experiences with being harmed by people you trusted in the past. Regardless of how long it takes for you to be straightforward with him about those things, he’ll always thank you for trusting him with that same smile.

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[sweeneydino]

can you pleaas give us random facts about woh au? I really love it i can hear you (will read you talking to be more correct) all day long! But I don’t have and certain things to ask

I will eat anything (((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))♡

Of course ^^

This might be long…

Not really accurately shown here, but their general heights are: Weapon! Raph(Red)8 ft. , Don(Purple) and Leon(Blue) 7ft. , Mikey(Orange) 5”7 and April(Yellow) 5”4. Their height varies a-lot so don’t mind it much :)

Due to their very flashy and quite destructive arrival, the Hamato Clan was created centuries earlier. The original Foot is still older, and their rivalry is still bloody.

The weapons got a-lot of nicknames over the years, but for some reason, it always loops around to their colors.

While their surroundings differ for each individual, their realms always consist of a cherry blossom tree and Japanese bellflower.

Donatello and Michelangelo sneak out alone a lot, often either coming back with scrap or covered in paint stains.

Their visits happen during meditation or sleep.

Michelangelo learns how to cook a lot quicker, especially after the incident™️…. He is much more ready to bounce, hop, and swing around with his chains. He CANNOT stand still, especially after mystic discharges.

Quite often, he picks up his brothers without thinking. He is also more likely to act without thinking(wow this place is really quiet, let's scream-)

Donatello watches a lot of melodramas and often paints his weapon a bright purple despite his brothers teases. He always has his weapon near him at all times and talks out loud more than his brothers, rivaled by only Mikey.

He was the first to have a conversation with his weapon.

His sass is immeasurable, but his social skills are 0.

He always has a project in the works, and it's always more grander than the last.

Yes, he might have committed a few crimes, but if there is a purple fuzz blocking the view of the cameras, clearly, it didn't happen.

Leonardo has gained an annoying habit of leaning on his sword and often leans too far and falls. He also experiences insomnia after his portals activate and hates being alone in the dark.

April and Donnie start out as friends. I.e I have been infected by this beautiful post .

Apriltello/Capriltello/Jonatello/Capril or any other ships will not be the main focus, dw. Also, leo and karai will not have that whole… situation. Only friendship to bffs to siblings, thanks to the fruity sword 👍

Leonardo and Raphael fight less often, but when they do, it gets quite messy. Doesn’t help they have a hard time opening up.

Fear his puns.

Leo is very spiritually inclined and is usually sleepy, sometimes falling asleep during katas. He gets the most visits because of this. Not in season 3 tho-

He has to clean his sword(s). Daily.

Raphael still paints and has a giant collection of teddy bears. When Michelangelo asks him why he has many teddy bears, he is often pelted by a few. It doesn’t seem like he made them for himself.

Raphael suffers from chronic brothers-climbing‐on-his-shell syndrome. Literally. There is no brick left unsmashed when he gets into a fight, and at least on bone must be cracked. Why? Stress release.

Strangely, after activating his mystics, Spike gets a bit hissy for a while. And he stinks.

He shows a bit more affection to his brothers, mostly Mikey, but only hugs.

She hangs around much more often in the lair because of a familiar pull. She's a sucker for romances, and all the shows the turtles show her. Her favorite is, of course, SRMFF(Super Robo Mecha Force Five!)

Similar to canon, April hates being belittled and her family being in distressed. After her dad is mutated, she does try to take some time away from her friends. Including her weapon, much to their chagrin.

Once she starts training, April becomes an adrenaline junkie. Sometimes, she invites one of the boys to join her, albeit with a disguise. Leo and Raph often try to avoid those outings.

She's a little introverted, but becomes more open towards others when she meets the turtles. Especially when she gains her weapon.

Due to her being psychic, it's a lot easier for her to discover a new friend, with a few... setbacks, of course.

Yoshi has seen the weapons outside of their weapons. So has Saki.

Splinter is a bit more laid-back, not enough to not be extremely worried every time his kids come home with bruises, but enough that it's easier to convince him they may go topside. Maybe because he too, likes the TV.

After he uses his own mystics, he usually disappears to the dojo. Snores always follow

When the turtles leave Splinter with their weapons, either from being grounded, a lesson, or end of training pre-episode 1, he usually looks annoyed, amused, or tired. And it's not because of his kids.

Splinter is able to wield their mystic weapons masterfully, but their ninpo ones are a different story.

Like always, some of these might be different in the future but I think I got it right for now ùvú

[elleluvsjurin]

bounded.

requested

synopsis: wonyoung loves her ex gf, maybe a little too much

parings: g!p wonyoung x fem!reader

cw: smut, dubcon, obsessive wony, mentions of killing, mentions of knives, oblivious!reader, one shot, reader gets knocked up but there’s no mentions of the pregnancy

disclaimer: if any of these topics trigger you then please do not read. however, im not responsible for what you consume on here but im just giving a heads up! men and minors dni.

a/n: i think i let my breeding kink get the best of me

wonyoung had an issue. obsession, to put it simply. however, she had in an infatuation with her ex girlfriend which happened to be you. wonyoung couldn’t simply just move on after the breakup. she needed you, she craved you, she HAD to have you and she would be willing to go to hell and back to get her wish, you.

you also had an issue. detachment, to put it simply. you felt as if wonyoung was too good for you so you decided to call it quits. you could never forget the pain in her face when you broke up with her. it was engraved into your head. you felt awful at first but it was time to move on to bigger and better things. not only that, wonyoung was batshit crazy. what you didn’t know was that wonyoung had been planning her revenge ever since the day she left.

wonyoung decided that maybe you could come over to her place to chat, to catch up and you decided to agree. she called you a few days ago. now you’ve arrive at her lavish penthouse, she even cleaned up, you think to yourself.

for the little get together, you decided to wear a pink mini skirt, paired with a white blouse, and pink sandals to complete your outfit. you always did the sandwich method.

wonyoung invited you in and she sat on her couch, waiting for you to come next to her and you obliged. “it’s been a while, huh y/n?” wonyoung asked, “sheesh relax, you’re so tense.” she added, rubbing your thigh.

“im fine, wonyoung.” you barely whispered. “do i make you nervous?” wonyoung asked you and you shook your head, no.

“alright. now you’re pissing me off.” wonyoung mumbled, pulling you from the couch by your hair and slamming your back up against the wall.

“w-wonyoung!” you exclaimed, the look of fear in your eyes only excites her. before you could finish, she pulled out a knife, holding it near your neck. “ya’know..i should kill you for breaking my heart, y/n. i was so hurt and you made me think that i wasn’t good enough, you bitch!” she screams, tears start to form in your eyes.

“w-wonyoung, i-i promise it wasn’t like that.” you cry out as she pressed the knife closer to your neck and you scream. “p-please I’ll do anything just don’t kill me!” you exclaimed and she pulled the knife away from your neck, chuckling darkly.

“i wish i hated you.” wonyoung spits out before pulling you into a heated kiss. she grips your neck, throwing the knife across the room as you groan into the kiss, pulling away. “anything but this, please.” you mumble. wonyoung does a fake pout and laughs manically at you. “you think you get to decide what we’re doing after you fucked me over? think again bitch.” wonyoung says before dragging you into her room.

“w-wony, you’re hurting me!” you exclaimed. “good, serves you well.” she mumbled, throwing you onto her bed. “suck my dick.” wonyoung says, standing tall. you get on your knees in front of her on the bed, looking up at her slender figure. you unbutton her pants, pulling them down along with her boxers. “that’s a good girl.” she mumbles, smacking her tip on your tongue. you eventually take her into your mouth, moving your head back and forth on her length, wonyoung softly groaning.

“god, just like that.” she mumbled, starting to thrust her length into your mouth. you softly whine, feeling her tip hit the back of your throat, eliciting a gagging sound to come from your lips. “oh fuck!” wonyoung squeals as she thrusts faster into your throat. you grab onto her balls, she places one of her legs next to your head, slowly thrusting into your pretty mouth when you feel her cock start to twitch.

“you look so pretty- your tears look so pretty. im gonna cum in your mouth and you’re going to swallow all of it like a good girl, hm?” wonyoung coos and you try your best nod your head..kinda hard with someone’s dick in your mouth.

your saliva coats her cock as you bob your head back and forth up against her cock, matching the pace of her thrusts. her thrusts getting sloppy as she’s close to releasing. wonyoung closes her eyes, whimpering aloud while she cums down your throat. you don’t waste time by swallowing every last drop before she pulls her flaccid cock out of your mouth.

wonyoung leans forward and grabs your chin, pulling you into an open mouthed kiss. “my little slut to ruin, isn’t that right?” you nod your head and she slaps you across the face. “im sick of your spoiled ass, use your goddamn words!” wonyoung exclaimed. “y-yes..mommy.” you softly whine, wonyoung smiles before kissing the cheek that she slapped.

“good girl. now spread your legs for mommy.” wonyoung says, sternly. you lean back on her bed, your mini skirt rising as you spread your legs for her, exposing yourself.

wonyoung spreads your legs a bit further, pushing your skirt up. she looks you in the eye as she pulls your panties from up under you, pulling them off of your legs completely. the cool hair hits your clit like a damn truck but wonyoung is quick, attacking your clit with her tongue.

“w-wony~” you softy moaned, her tongue lapping at your clit like it was her last supper. her fingers working even faster, she thrusts two fingers inside of your pussy while her tongue works at your clit. you throw your head back as she assaults your pussy in the best way possible.

“wonyoung…holy fuck!” you shout out. your pussy juices leak all over her fingers, soaking the bed up under the two of you. “god you taste so fucking good.” she says in between your legs. “i-im gonna cum!” you moan out. wonyoung looks up at you while she continues to obliterate your pussy with her tongue. “cum for mommy.” she says, going back to your pussy.

your legs shake around your head, she keeps your legs spread with her hands while you cream on her fingers. she comes up to kiss your lips, slipping her cock inside of you with ease. you gasp at the stretch. wonyoung grips your face, whispering, “take it.” taunting you as she bottoms out inside of you.

she pulls out before pushing her full length inside of your pussy, making the both of your groan. wonyoung looks you into the eye as she thrusts deeply inside of you, making sure you feel her everywhere. “w-wony~” you softly gasp. wonyoung thrusts into you, slow and deep.

“fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me.” wonyoung whimpers. she starts to move her hips faster, her tip protruding at your cervix. “oh my god!” you cry out. you feel violated as she fucks you with such ease. “i need you…please y/n.” wonyoung pleaded in between her thrusts. you head starts to feel fuzzy, hearing those words fall out of her mouth effortlessly. “y-you’re one crazy ass bitch.” you softy mumbled enough so she could hear it.

wonyoung grips your throat, squeezing it tightly. you feel your vision blurring during the process. “p-please don’t kill me~” you whined and she laughs. “I’ll show you a crazy bitch.” she whispered in your ear. as she squeezed tighter, she thrusted harder. “u-uh..im cumming!” you breathed out as you creamed all over her dick, coating the base of it. she released your neck just as you came. “im gonna knock you up, you insufferable bitch! everybody will know how much a fucking slut you are! she screamed, covering your mouth with her hand. her thrusts begin to get sloppy, you feel her cock twitch inside of you.

“a-ah fuck! take my fucking kids, bitch!” wonyoung moaned aloud, filling your womb to the brim. your legs twitched, feeling her pull out of your spent cunt. her cum leaks out of you and she smiles proudly, kissing your cheek.

your body shakes as she gets up, watching you. “i love you, ya’know?” wonyoung softly mumbled. “that wasn’t love, wonyoung.” you replied, covering yourself with her blanket. “then what was it, huh? im rich, why do you hate me?” wonyoung asks. “you just fucking violated me, wonyoung. can’t you see that this isn’t love? you’re insane, you need psychiatric counseling!” you scream at her and she sits in silence.

“i just gave you some of the best dick of your life but im being bitched at.” she mumbled and you stare at her coldly. “fuck you, jang wonyoung.” you say, starting to put your clothes on.

“since that’s how you feel, then get the fuck out and don’t you dare think about coming back.” wonyoung says

“i hope you get help.” you reply, ignoring her comment. “i don’t need help, i need you.” you pause before laughing out loud. “oh you think that’s funny? I’ve been pouring my heart out to you and you take me for a joke?” wonyoung was fuming at this point.

“im leaving. go see a therapist, jang wonyoung.” you say, walking out of her room. “fine. I’ll be back and mark my words because you’ll be begging to take me back. just watch, y/n. you can’t just leave me like this!” she throws a fit as you leave. “she’ll be back.” wonyoung mumbled to herself right after hearing her dorm slam.

no one got to screw over jang wonyoung, not even the girl that she was in love with. nonetheless, wonyoung was indeed right because you called her a couple months later, bawling your eyes out and once again, you came back to her. wonyoung was going to make your life a living hell and this time you couldn’t get away.

a/n: my first wony fic! 🎉

[mcflymemes]

AS SAID BY WYNNE - PARTY BANTER *  assorted banter from dragon age: origins

you must know that murder is wrong, i assume.

i feel guilty for having ever spoken to you.

i am going to walk away now. calmly. coolly. this is to save you the pain of having your brain forcibly removed through your ears.

please get to the point.

cherish this. it may not last.

you were watching her. with great interest, i might add. in fact, i believe you were enraptured.

wait... why do you have that look on your face?

what are you thinking about now? no. i don't want to know. i feel dirty. do not speak to me.

i have a name. we all do.

you do speak your mind, do you?

it was a serious question.

must you be such a child? are you incapable of a single, serious conversation?

have you changed your mind yet?

enough. i am ending this conversation.

i am going to walk away now.

we are not having this conversation.

perhaps you could save a life, instead? one for every life you have taken.

it is not a game. you either know right from wrong or you do not.

i once had my portrait painted by an artist in the square here. it wasn't very good.

now that you're in an intimate relationship, you should learn about where babies really come from.

i like you, [name]. you deserve to be happy.

you go ahead and rant, and i'll just not my head if you like.

what exactly are you implying?

be careful who you flirt with.

it would not be the first time i woke to a younger man in my bed.

you have a barbed tongue, [name]. tell me, why do you speak to others this way?

there are good reasons for the world to fear mages, even despite our best intentions.

touch nothing! i don't think they clean the surfaces in this place very often.

everyone's gone... or dead. i fear the worst.

this cannot continue.

these people don't deserve what has happened to them.

i thought it was a legend.

i could not have asked for a greater honor than to be here. i will never forget this feeling.

many enter this forest and are never seen again. let's hope we don't join them.

there's something about this place that makes my skin crawl.

i didn't expect it to be this crowded.

what hideous habits you've picked up.

can't you mend your own clothes? why do i have to do it?

stop fussing with it. you'll make it worse.

[name], if you open that wound up, i'm not going to heal it again. you can just treat it yourself.

if you decide to slaughter me out of hand, i'm sure you would at least inform me first, no?

what makes you think i have any children at all?

i suppose i'll take that as a comment on my demeanor and not my age.

why thank you, [name]. i am quite touched. i like you, too.

those who do not heed to lessons of history are doomed to repeat them.

you are dangerous, [name]. dangerous, cunning, and thoroughly deceitful.

when the end comes, i will go gladly to my rest, proud of my achievements. while you... you will see how empty your life was. you will realize that because you never had love for others, you never received love in return. and you will die alone and unmourned.

i suppose i should be flattered.

very well, let's have a taste.

what are you... never mind, i don't want to know.

i never looked at you. definitely not in that way.

i bought you a towel, a bar of soap, and a razor while we were at the market.

i am not interested in your innuendos, your propositions, or your bodily emanations.

no! keep it to yourself! i'm serious!

i do what i do because i enjoy it, because i enjoy teaching others, helping them.

i do not seek recognition for my works.

i heard you were quite happy there.

i think you're missing the point.

it is precisely this kind of talk that made them wary of you. opinions that differ from your own are always threatening.

it is sometimes so hard to believe that you have been through so much at such a young age.

i do hate being compared to wine. or cheese.

thank you, i was wondering where it got to.

do not worry for me, or for yourself. death will take us when it wills and 'til then, we shall live. truly live.

it's much warmer where you're from, isn't it? don't you feel cold?

i didn't mean to stare.

i can't even begin to tell you whats wrong with that idea.

you can stop flinching. i'm not going to harm you.

[lostintheuniverseslies]

Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3

I just want to say thank you to everyone who has been loving this little series I decided to post on a whim. It’s made the last week of writing fun. I hope you enjoy the final installment 🫶

“I love you so much, sweetheart,” Tommy whispers, voice thick. “I need you to come back to me. Please.”

Buck looks up from where he’s pulling a lemon loaf from the oven. “Did you say something?” He asks, glancing at Tommy over his shoulder.

Tommy frowns slightly. “No?” He tilts his head. “Did you hear something?”

Buck shakes his head and smiles, easy and warm, but something feels off. He just can’t quite place what that is.

“Guess I got lost in thought.” He brushes it aside. “Wanna start the movie while we wait for this to cool?”

Tommy grins. “As long as you let me use you as a pillow.”

“Always.”

Tommy takes his hand, grounding, solid, real, and leads him to the couch. The movie is already queued up and Buck lays down with Tommy pressed against him, his head pillowed on Buck’s chest as his fingers drift absently through Tommy’s hair.

The soft flicker of the TV bathes them in cool light, La La Land playing on the screen. A part of Buck feels like he’s seen this before but without Tommy and it made him sad but that couldn’t be right. This was the first time he’s seen it and he made Tommy promise to watch it with him.

Maybe he’s experiencing a weird sense of deja-vu. So he pushes his worrying thoughts aside and holds Tommy close to him, relishing in his weight and warmth.

As the movie continues, Tommy mutters sleepily, “This movie is overrated.”

Buck huffs out a laugh. “You only say that because you hate musicals.”

Tommy shifts, pressing closer, sighing in content. “Not true. I like Mamma Mia.”

Buck smiles effortlessly. “Only because of Sam.”

“Exactly,” Tommy agrees, smirking up at him.

Buck smiles effortlessly, happy that this is his life. That he gets to do this every night with Tommy. But something in Buck doubts this. Knows that his nights stopped looking like this because something happened between them. He can’t place the feeling or why his thoughts go this way. But his chest tightens suddenly, a strange weight settling there.

Of course this is their life.

Right?

It’s been their life for almost a year.

On screen, Sebastian and Mia are dancing, singing, loving. It’s beautiful in that messy, imperfect, consuming kind of way. The kind of love that sneaks up on you before you realize you’ve lost yourself in it.

The kind of love Buck knows. Because he has it.

Because he has Tommy.

He turns his head, watching Tommy instead of the movie. He wants to memorize the crease in his brows, the way the glow of the screen softens his sharp edges. He wants to run his thumb over Tommy’s nose, his lips, the cleft in his chin.

God, Buck loves him.

Something aches in his chest. An unspoken fear, sharp and quiet.

He holds Tommy a little tighter. Like if he lets go, Tommy will disappear.

But then—

A flicker.

Not on the screen but in his mind.

A memory. The night he told Tommy about Abby.

“I want you to move in with me.”

Tommy’s expression flickers, uncertain.

Buck frowns. No. That’s not right.

That night was perfect. Buck remembers it clearly because it was the happiest night of his life.

Tommy didn’t hesitate. He looked at Buck with that disbelieving smile, the same one from their coffee date, then said yes.

They kissed. He led Tommy upstairs. They missed the movie.

That’s what happened. That’s what happened.

Right?

“You okay?” Tommy murmurs, voice heavy with sleep.

Buck barely hears him. His pulse is pounding now, loud in his ears.

The TV flickers—the world flickers.

On screen, it’s not the movie anymore.

It’s him and Tommy. In their kitchen.

“All I’m saying is, why be apart when we can be together?” TV Buck says.

Tommy looks pained. “Evan, that is so sweet. But I can’t move in with you.”

No. That can’t be right.

The scene distorts, wavers.

Buck’s chest seizes.

“What’s wrong?” Tommy asks, lifting his head.

Buck meets his eyes but something is wrong. His heart is beating too fast.

He knows this feeling. This strange belonging, but not. He’s felt it before.

But he can’t quite place it.

Like his brain is trying to protect him from the truth.

“Nothing,” Buck lies, forcing a smile. “Let’s finish the movie and then we can go to bed, hm?”

Tommy studies him for a moment before nodding, settling back against his chest. Buck turns his attention back to the screen, almost afraid.

But it’s just Sebastian and Mia again.

Buck sighs in relief.

Everything is okay.

He’s happy.

He has Tommy.

They live together.

They’re even talking about the pros and cons of marriage. Though Tommy says they absolutely cannot get married until they’re a year in. Buck doesn’t mind, they don’t even have to get married as long as Tommy wants to be with him. As long as they continue through life as partners.

“It’s sad, isn’t it?” Tommy asks softly.

Buck hums, “What is?”

“The movie. How it ends.”

Buck looks at the TV, screen black. He doesn’t remember the ending or the credits rolling, or turning it off.

“They didn’t stop loving each other, but they still let go,” Tommy continues. “They lost their chance to be together.”

Buck’s chest tightens. Something is wrong. Something is very wrong.

“And then envisioning an alternate life where they stayed together, despite it being too late—” Tommy exhales. “How devastating is that?”

Buck’s throat closes. He feels like he might cry, but he doesn’t know why.

“Evan?”

Buck looks down but Tommy is gone.

His chest seizes. His breath stutters.

He sits up, frantic. His loft is empty.

And then that night comes crashing back.

“I’m saying—no matter how bad I wanted to be… I’m not your last. I’m your first.”

“Well, hey, they-they can be the same thing.”

“But they usually aren’t.

No, no, no.

That’s not how it went. They were happy. They were. Weren’t they? But as he stares as the screen, the truth sets in like a slow-moving wreck.

Tommy left that night and Buck didn’t chase after him.

He sat there, watched Tommy get up and head for the door, and Buck let him leave.

His stomach lurches.

And this world shatters.

Regaining consciousness is a steady process. Some part of him is semi-aware of the voices in his room while another part of him can’t parse anything specific.

They’re distant. Fuzzy. In and out.

And then everything begins to clear.

A hospital room. Fluorescent lights. The dull hum of pain under painkillers.

His body is heavy.

There’s a hand in his and he blinks slowly. Trying to piece the world back together.

“Evan?”

His eyes quickly follow the sound, unsure if he’s still dreaming or not because Tommy’s here. He’s sitting next to Buck’s bed with messy hair, dark circles, eyes swollen from exhaustion, and too much beard growth to be in regulation.

He’s real.

He’s here.

His eyes flick down to see Tommy tightly holding onto his hand, as if he’s afraid if he doesn’t hold on, Buck will disappear.

His brain still feels fuzzy from the accident and the dream world but Buck remembers calling Tommy, leaving a voicemail, telling him he loves him.

“I want to be your last,” Tommy says softly, his gaze glassy.

Buck’s smile is bright and unfiltered and a little lopsided due to the drugs. His eyes tear up and he squeezes Tommy’s hand. He tries to speak but his throat is dry and it hurts.

Tommy squeezes his hand back, holding as hard as he can. He’s not sure how long he’ll be able to keep his eyes open. He already feels the pull of exhaustion and pain meds.

Tommy must sense his reluctance to be pulled down because he cradles Buck’s face in one of his big hands, thumb swiping across his cheek bone, and smiles softly. “Sleep, sweetheart. I’ll be here when you wake up. I’m not running from you again.”

There’s more that Buck wishes to say. He wants to tell Tommy that he loves him without death looming over them. He wants lazy mornings, stupid arguments about movie choices, and anniversaries that stretch into forever. That he wants Tommy in this life and in all the ones after. But looking into Tommy’s eyes, he knows they have time. Tommy means it. He’s not going to run again. And that’s all Buck needs to let himself drift back to sleep.

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I tagged everyone who said they wanted another part. If I did not tag you it was because the username wasn’t coming up for some reason and I was doing this on my phone so moving from draft to the post was too annoying. I’m sorry 😭

[jumiinx]

the offering ;; caitlyn kiramman x reader

cw: vampire!caitlyn, fledgling!reader, lots of blood, slight gore, horror erotica, pet play?, starvation, force-drinking, toxic yuri ofc, minors and men dni.

wc: 935

thank u to my bbg @fuckingcontactrecapshow for the idea :3

Everything hurt.

Your teeth and your gums throbbed painfully in your mouth, and your limbs felt like lead.

It didn’t help that you were chained like a dog. An iron shackle was clasped around your ankle, and it rattled every time you moved. You were nothing more than a pet for Caitlyn Kiramman. She turned you into what you despised the most, into what you feared.

You hated her for it. Or you tried, at least. It was hard to hate the woman who changed you, as the link between sire and fledgling was sacred, unbreakable. 

The moment she forced you to drink her blood, you became reliant on her. That was what usually happened, what was supposed to happen.

But you were so stubborn.

You refused everything she gave you. She would give you blood in a glass to begin with, to make the change easier for you. Something new burned inside of you when she did. 

Gore had never looked so appealing. 

Right before she was about to pour it into your mouth, you shoved her away. The crimson liquid spilled on the white rug she had bought for you. She figured these tantrums would stop eventually, as you had little choice.

Caitlyn would then be kind enough to give you animal blood instead. She remembered you were quite squeamish as a human. You were her creation now, and she wanted to be generous to you. Your shackled ankle kicked the goblet once more, much to her disapproval. 

In order to break you like she wanted, she would feed in front of you, making a show of her fangs puncturing whatever human had crossed her. The thick fluid would drip down onto her cleavage, staining the silk fabric of her gown and painting the once-white pearls red. She would lick her lips clean, before dropping the body in front of you. 

Caitlyn no longer cared for your comfort. 

You merely sneered at her.

𝜗𝜚

You woke with another pounding headache from the lack of nourishment. 

The ebony double-doors of your gilded cage opens with a slam. You weakly look up, your half-lidded eyes briefly glancing at Caitlyn before you slump your head back against the wall. 

This time, the elder vampire said nothing as she crudely dropped an unconscious human on the floor. With a scoff, you notice she avoids the rug and lets the body fall to the wooden ground instead. 

“I’ve grown tired of your insolence,” She hisses, her eyebrows furrowed together. “I will not have my creation starve herself out of pettiness.” Her pale arms cross over her chest, her index tapping at her arm.

“Pettiness?” The lack of saliva in your mouth made it difficult to speak. “That is-” 

The smell of fresh blood fills your nostrils. Your gaze snaps to the body, two fresh puncture wounds were on their neck. How thoughtful.

Caitlyn’s footsteps were light, but as she yanked the end of your chain, you could sense the irritation. 

For some cruel reason, you felt a slight pang at seeing her agitated. There was something pulling at you, forcing you to want her approval, her praise.

It was her venom that filled your veins after all. 

A weak yelp escapes your chapped lips as she pulls you across the floor. Your fingers tried to grasp onto the wood, clawing at the lavish tiles, only for your nails to chip pitifully.

“No-” You grimace as she tugs at the back of your hair and pulls your head back to face her narrowed eyes. 

“I have been patient with you for far too long.” Caitlyn mutters, her jaw clenched. “You want to act like a feral animal?” She shoves your head into their neck. “I’ll treat you like one.”

Blood smears against your cheek as you turn your head away, but her nimble hand holds your head down firmly. 

If you weren’t going to eat, she was going to force you.

“Open your mouth.” An order. The tone makes you shiver, that unknown ache deep in you wants to obey. 

You refuse.

“Go to hell-” The insult was her final straw, and her other hand pulls your lower jaw open, shoving your face down.

Not a single thought plagued your mind as the rich taste exploded on your tongue. 

It was unlike anything you’ve ever had before. Nothing compared to it, especially not from when you were still human.

Your hands go up and dig into the poor mortal’s arm as you greedily take their life force from them.

You couldn’t stop, not when your headache went away, not when your stomach stopped rumbling, not when your gums stopped throbbing. 

Your sire stayed behind you, petting your head instead of holding you down. 

“There we go, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” She murmurs condescendingly, grinning when she sees the color return to your skin.

“Mh..” You whine in protest when the delicious blood stops flowing down your throat. Your sharp canines bite into their neck, once, twice-

“It’s all gone,” Caitlyn shushes you and pulls you back into her arms. “There’s no more.”

You were delirious; your mind was spinning with a newfound strength. With a shake of your head, you turn to her. “More,” You pant, your lips caked with the remaining droplets. “Caitlyn-” 

She tuts, yanking on the chain. “Try again.”

You wipe off the excess against the back of your hand, your eyes bright with hysterical hunger. 

“...Mistress.”

With a nod, she lets go of the chain and goes back to petting your hair, her fingers scratching at your scalp soothingly. 

“Much better.”

𝜗𝜚

[maespri]

no hate to you op, and i'm not trying to rain on anybody's parade! but this really interested me and i wanted to talk about my own thoughts on it.

i feel like this sort of take on evamon and dieva respectively is obscuring your perception of both pairings a little bit. what makes eva an intriguing character is that we don't know whether or not anything she said was the truth, or a lie. as in... did she really trust damon, or did she just want to use him? did she just view him as a pawn to be tossed around? somebody to throw under the bus at the first signs of turmoil in the trial? framing him down to the very last second because, as eva herself says, 'everybody' was out to get her, and damon was no exception to that.

in eva's head, she was never going to be seen as the person she truly was, nor was she ever going to be appreciated for everything she could do. she became a classic example of learned helplessness. damon made attempts at tearing her walls down, which is especially clear in her FTE's, but you can never really see every facet of a person, especially not a person who has been lying to protect herself the entire time you've known her. additionally, damon only knew eva for a few days. that isn't to say that's not enough time to befriend someone, because, especially in a traumatizing situation like the killing game, it's more than enough time to place your trust in somebody else-- but not really enough to make a true, deep, connection with another person.

and after playing the first trial, i really do think it's safe to say that eva didn't view her alliance with damon the same way he did at all. the whiplash damon himself gets in the latter half of the trial, completely baffled as to why eva is suddenly going at him, is also a pretty strong indicator that the relationship the two had wasn't nearly as positive as it's initially made out to be, because eva, put quite simply, didn't trust damon as much as she claimed to. they were the underdogs, yes-- but eva viewed herself as inferior to even damon. eva believed she was completely alone. and that is exactly what led to her downfall.

the tragedy there lies not in the fact that they only had each other, nor in that they only trusted one another-- it lies in the fact that if eva had actually trusted damon, maybe she wouldn't have taken that traitor perk, and nobody would have needed to get hurt. the game juxtaposes the ways damon and eva handle their shared situation of being the targets of everyone's disdain-- damon with anger, but ultimately understanding and begrudging acceptance, and eva with deer-in-headlights fear and extreme paranoia-- to further drive home the point that eva is such a distrusting, manipulative-at-the-first-signs-of-trouble, person.

and on the topic of dieva, i want to say that statements like 'they hardly talked' and 'eva hated her' and 'wanted to punish diana' are not only rather harsh and surface-level, but also just... assumptions.

diana and eva shared a bedroom for days. it's fair to assume they interacted quite a bit whilst together. diana was the only person to stick up for eva and damon and cement herself as one of the people who supported them. diana expresses concern for eva to damon multiple times as well throughout daily life. additionally, eva didn't necessarily target diana simply because she "hated her" and "wanted to punish her"; put quite simply, diana was a really easy target. she's meek, wide-eyed and altruistic. in that regard, she's also a little too unquestioning and trusting of others, wanting to see the completely unfiltered good in them. it would be almost impossible for diana to defend herself under the right circumstances. and eva knew all of that and took advantage of it.

the things she says in the trial-- "it meant nothing," and "you deserved it," are difficult to interpret. eva seems completely defeated as she says it. she knows diana needs a reason, needs closure, and "you were an easy target" just doesn't come out with the same vitriol that eva had expressed toward everybody up to that point. maybe part of her meant it; maybe all of her meant it. i'd be a hypocrite to say that eva's lying there, because as i've expressed before, there are so many situations where it's impossible to know what was and wasn't a lie by eva. but i don't think it's out of left field to say that those statements could also be eva's weak defense in her own mind; she's asking herself why she did that to diana, and a baseless 'you deserved it' is just the easiest way to avoid a cognitive dissonance.

eva traumatized everybody by killing wolfgang. diana was arguably the most impacted, but damon is no exception to what happened. i'll be surprised if the betrayal eva did to him doesn't completely fracture what little amount of trust damon had left in the others.

if you're going to paint eva's actions toward diana in a light of hatred simply for the things she did and said, then you cannot also paint eva's actions toward damon as completely true and unfiltered. as i said before, eva is a liar. to what extent-- we don't know. but she lied to and manipulated both of them.

anyway, what i'm trying to say here is that i think both evamon and dieva are really beautiful relationships, platonic or not, because of the amount of nuance and mystery that they hold. what was and wasn't true? we don't know. eva is a complex character! and i love her for it.

i hope this doesn't come off as too defensive or mean, because like i said at the start, i'm really not trying to start anything! i just wanted to share my perspective on things. thank you for giving me a space to do so :3

🚨 Project: Eden’s Garden Spoilers!!! 🚨

I hope this doesn’t make anyone mad, but I don’t get why Kaimon and Dianeva are more popular than Evamon. I can’t understand how anyone could’ve played Chapter 1 and not seen the chemistry between Eva and Damon. They were the underdogs. They were the only ones each other trusted! They had SO much screen time. They were sooo silly and cute together, and Damon being like “a smile looks good on her”, like cmon bro pack it up, we all know you like her.

Now, with Kaimon I get why it’s popular. They also had screen time and suspicious/ funny scenes together. I don’t know if I’d say they’re in love, but I can see why people ship them.

It’s Dianeva that makes no sense to me. It just feels…forced. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good ‘enemies to lovers’ trope but I don’t think this is that. Eva and Diana hardly talked, and Eva HATED her. She literally traumatized her and tried to frame her for murder. As a punishment. Because she hated her so much. In fact, I think it’s fair to say that she hated everyone but Damon. I don’t see why everyone ships her and Diana, it just feels like the fandom wants to be able to ship two girls together, which is FINE, this is not coming from a place of homophobia as I, myself, am queer, but it just feels like such a odd pairing to me.

Anyways, I am in the trenches with Evamon on the daily. I love them SO fucking much. and it’s mildly upsetting that everything I see is Kaimon, and I just know it in my bones that there’s gonna be more Kaimon scenes in chapter 2 😭 I just hope they don’t entirely forget about Eva and Damon.

Damon BETTER have that damn feather.

🐦‍⬛❤️🐍

[vaguely-concerned]

can you even imagine what a fucking horror show the early game is from spite's perspective, though. not only is this funky forcibly severed little slip of the fade having to deal with the reverse cosmic horror of physical reality as perceived by a spirit and being trapped in it against its will -- existentially confused and disoriented and hurting and nothing makes any kind of sense, at the mercy of human cruelty at its most deliberately sadistic. and then the one source of comfort and compassion and some kind of safety and clarity that lucanis surely must have been to him in the ossuary despite everything just goes and shuts himself in his room inside with a seemingly passive aggressive number of locks between them and no explanation and won't speak to him and they're STILL in the fucking ossuary. rook came and found them and they could be free now (rook is here!) and still lucanis keeps them in the ossuary even though he PROMISED he promised they'd get out of there together!!! what the fuck DO you think at that point? like did he trick me that whole time??? he wasn't like zara before, so why is he doing this to me now? why isn't he saying anything? 'he won't move. I can't reach him'. at least in the ossuary they had a deal, a goal, a hope -- each other. at least he wasn't entirely alone, before.

this poor poor poor little spite spirit really was ferried into the real world like 'hey welcome to reality! as your first introduction to it you're first getting horrifically tortured and then getting to vicariously experience one of THE most distressing and harrowing psychological conditions the human brain can cook up for itself (a fully fledged and deeply entrenched freeze response flaring up with catastrophic severity due to an unbroken ongoing and unlikely to let up any time soon chain of Unfortunately... Recent Events). I think spite is being extremely reasonable and patient about the whole thing, when you put it into perspective. I'm not saying let him eat the self-lighting candles or anything, but he's got some extremely valid points along the way lol. spite is not only child-like, the metaphor work going on is a lot more pleasingly flexible and complex than that, but he is also helplessly existentially dependent on lucanis in a way that, if anything, is a heightened version of the way a child (or child part) has to depend on a parent to navigate the world and survive.

tl;dr: we truly don't give enough sympathy to spite for having to live in the head of lucanis dellamorte. a place even lucanis dellamorte would prefer not to be. to be fair to him I think lucanis would be the first person to agree with this lol

[blueskittlesart]

*sigh* thoughts on Nintendo's botw/totk timeline shenanigans and tomfoolery?

tbh. my maybe-unpopular opinion is that the timeline is only important when a game's place on the timeline seriously informs the way their narrative progresses. the problem is that before botw we almost NEVER got games where it didn't matter. it matters for skyward sword because it's the beginning, and it matters for tp/ww/alttp (and their respective sequels) because the choices the hero of time makes explicitly inform the narrative of those games in one way or another. it matters which timeline we're in for those games because these cycles we're seeing are close enough to oot's cycle that they're still feeling the effects of his choices. botw, however, takes place at minimum 10 thousand years after oot, so its place on the timeline actually functionally means nothing. botw is completely divorced from the hero of time & his story, so what he does is a nonissue in the context of botw link and zelda's story. thus, which timeline botw happens in is a nonissue. honestly I kind of liked the idea that it happened in all of them. i think there's a cool idea of inevitability that can be played with there. but the point is that the timeline exists to enhance and fill in the lore of games that need it, and botw/totk don't really need it because the devs finally realized they could make a game without the hero of time in it.

[skrunksthatwunk]

this show is melting my fucking organs

[urfavisananimegirl]

walter white from breaking bad

Walter Hartwell White (Breaking Bad) is an Anime Girl!

[starflungwaddledee]

it's awfully refreshing to see a rise in malevolent galas again, and i'm preeet-ty sure your popularity's playing into it. grrrrrrr yes! let that boy kill! let him scheme and conspire! let him wreak havoc like the true planet-destroying fiend he is!

waaahaaa i'm so delighted to hear it! i will be completely honest, i was extremely nervous to post that very first comic with him in (where he was undeniably malicious) because almost every other headcanon i'd seen of him at that point is that he is Just Misunderstood and Actually A Good Guy or, at the very least, perhaps currently acting out but still Redeemable With A Heart Of Gold

and those are amazing too! not a single piece of shade on those characterisations; they are genuinely cathartic tropes and i love to see them- for him or anyone else. but it made me quite scared to have to just be like... 'anyway he is extraordinarily and wilfully cruel in my headcanons and stories!!'

so it really means a lot to me that you enjoy this characterisation!! and that you think possibly it's having an impact on other folks' characterisations in a positive or refreshing way! that's such an honour! i was scared people would loathe my storytelling or characterisation of their favourite blorbo (i still fear it, ngl) or even think that i like... don't like him. but the thing is that i love him. i love him to bits and pieces and because of how much i love him i've done him the ultimate honour of assigning him Irredeemable All-powerful Villain and allowed him free reign to bite and kill

[magpieddd]

When you've been wanting an EC sigil your whole life and when you finally get it you just want to carve it out of your skin. Sad!