#I really don't like this one especially for a closer but.

[pricetagged]

Idk how to label this. Wifehunter John?

The idea of possessive/obsessive John manipulating a situation and stealing a wife for himself struck me, so just coughing the idea up while I sneak away for a coffee before I actually have to start work in 20 mins 💖 entirely unedited, abrupt ending

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For someone married to his job, he has put quite a bit of thought into what he is looking for in a wife. Namely, that she's already married.

His reasoning is threefold. He can admit to himself, firstly, that it satisfies his need for control. Competency. He's a busy man with a demanding job. Not quite retired yet, no time to build his own from scratch. With this, he gets a wife boxed up and ready-trained. Broken in.

Secondly, the need for control bleeds into his saviour complex. She'll need a shoulder to cry on, someone strong and capable to get her back on her feet. She'll be feeling a little fragile. Needy. Perfect.

And thirdly, it does something wild to his jealous, possessive streak. The idea of taking something precious, of breaking her bond to another man and tying it to him? Delicious. The idea that she used to be someone else's, that he has to imprint himself onto her knowing that in doing so he is erasing the imprint of another man? It has his teeth aching, grinding even as heat rises in his belly. Stirs at him.

The idea swirls lazily in the back of his mind, never quite finding the right time or right partner. He bats at it a few times, lazy cat playing with the notion, seeing how far it can stretch before it snaps. Eyes up pretty things everywhere he goes, glancing down at their left hands just to check, but nothing quite tugs on that string. Until one day it does when he's outfitting the security system at your house.

It's side work. Cash in hand, word of mouth. Something to keep him busy when on mandated leave. Something to keep in mind as his retirement from active duty creeps closer. And your husband is a real piece of work, all blustering braggadocio energy. Young buck, not knowing his place in the herd. Not knowing that he'd be better scratching his antlers off on a tree than going head-to-head with a gristled thing like John.

It's like John's energy, his presence in the house, sends alarm bells ringing in your husband's mind (Be the man. Don't back down. Puff up your chest and strut). And it plays so perfectly into John's hands because your young buck doesn't realise that what he's really doing is fawning. To John. (Look at me, be impressed by me!) He makes his biggest mistake in putting you down in front of him, trying to sidle up to John and create some kind of desperate camaraderie. Ordering you to bring tea to the men at work. Rolling his eyes at your attempts to talk, to ask questions about the work being done. Waving you off so he can stand and watch the proceedings. Like he could supervise. Like he has any clue what he's doing.

Only the promise of the long game keeps John from levelling him with a hard look, from calling him outblike he'd love to.

He hears you both in the in the other room, having swatted the young buck off like a particularly virulent pest. Noisy and bothersome. Not needed - or wanted- in this home. And entirely too stupid to realise that John wasn't being jocular in his dismissal.

You've been scribbling away for the past few days, something occupying your time, keeping you happy and hidden away in the kitchen.

"You're not serious, are you?"

"Well, yes," he hears the slight quaver in your voice before you find your footing. You've got at least a bit of spine. Good. "You said that I should find an occupation. Not just 'laze around the house playing housewife'. This is what I-"

"Oh come on, I didn't mean- You don't think that this is viable, do you?"

"Well... I love gardening. And I'm good at it. And there's no reason that it can't be more accessible for people, especially with the current economic-"

He cuts you off with a scoff. "Dear, just- I don't want you to be disappointed. I think you don't quite understand the time and effort this will take. And you know nothing of marketing, publishing. Why don't you put that away and start on dinner?"

And oh, isn't that delicious. He can taste it now, that idea that has been swirling. It's thick, almost tangible on his tongue. The tension in the house, the bitter lacryma of stifled tears. The slight acidity of words you left unsaid. It has his mouth watering, pupils dilating.

And when he's packing up that evening, tools and materials tucked in to the heavy workman's case, he swings by the kitchen on his way out. Catches the way something is jutting out slightly from the bin, lid slightly askew. When he pulls it out he realises it's some kind of notebook, carefully (lovingly) bound. Pictures pasted, mindmaps and notes and plans scribbled in the margins. Your gardening tips. Kitchen scraps, window boxes, rooftop plots. Urban gardening. It's deeply thoughtful, well researched.

A labour of love, lying in the rubbish.

Sweet, clever little thing. That just won't do.

He leaves your house with a little piece of you tucked away in his toolkit and a nice plan forming. He'll be back, of course, not quite finished with his work. He'd planted a few little links into the system he'd almost installed, projecting not just to the monitor in your home but also in his. Got to keep his eyes on you, keep you safe and cared for in ways that your useless husband can't.

Finding that book was a boon. He'd say it was divinely ordained if he believed in all that. It weighs heavy in his toolbox as he whistles out the door.

Now, how to get you alone and return it to you..

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This idea may have been done before? I'm not sure, sorry! I've seen a lot of possessive John floating around. Tagging @stellewriites because I said I would last time, and you've been so encouraging of my nonsense.

Anyway I've got like 4 long-form WIPs that I'm working on, so I may never actually write this one but thought I'd share since that image set I just reblogged made me feral 💖

[dissapointu]

heyy!! can you do how arcane characters would react to a reader with bpd? I have it and its really hard to deal with

I personally don't have Bpd so I hope I was able to write for it- lmk if I got it completely wrong.

Jinx

Arguments with Jinx are a whole event. She’s already impulsive and emotional, so when you’re spiraling, it’s like pouring gas on a fire. She’ll yell, throw something (not at you, but still—chaotic), and storm off dramatically. But the second she sees you starting to crumble, her face softens, and she’s all, “Hey, hey, don’t cry, okay? I’m the crazy one, remember?”

She’ll make up for it with grand, ridiculous gestures—like painting a giant heart on the wall with “SORRY” inside it or showing up with an armful of random things she thinks you’ll like (a half-broken music box, a live rat, some Piltie trinket she swiped). Daily life with her is unpredictable. She’ll match your mood swings and throw in some of her own, but she’s always there to hold you through the aftermath, whispering, “It’s us against the world, baby.”

Vi

Vi has this big sister energy, so she tries to stay calm during arguments, but let’s be real—she’s not a saint. If you start pushing buttons, she’ll fire back, arms crossed, scowling like, “Oh, so this is my fault now?” But the second she sees that shift in your expression, that look like you’re about to spiral, she’ll stop mid-sentence and sigh.

“Come here,” she says, pulling you into a hug even if you’re still mad. “I didn’t mean it. You know I’m an idiot sometimes.”

She’s great at grounding you during bad days—holding your hand, distracting you with dumb stories about Powder or her childhood. Daily life with Vi is full of banter and teasing, but she’s also super protective, always making sure you know you’re safe with her.

Sevika

Arguments with Sevika are INTENSE. She’s not great with emotions, so when you’re on edge, she’s either trying to fix it logically (spoiler: it doesn’t work) or getting frustrated. “What do you want me to do? Tell me, and I’ll do it!” she’ll snap, her mechanical arm whirring in frustration.

But once she realizes she’s made it worse, she’ll sit beside you in silence, waiting for you to calm down. Then she’ll quietly say, “I don’t get it, but I’m trying. For you.”

Daily life with Sevika is steady—she likes routine, which can be comforting when you’re feeling unstable. She’ll bring you food when you’re too drained to eat and let you vent while she works. If you get clingy, she’s the type to roll her eyes but secretly loves it when you hold onto her like a lifeline.

Silco

Silco approaches everything with the cold, calculating precision of a chess player, including your BPD. During arguments, he’s quiet but firm, and sometimes his calm demeanor makes you feel worse, like he doesn’t care. But the moment he sees tears in your eyes, his voice softens.

“Enough,” he says gently, stepping closer. “I’m not leaving. Stop telling yourself that.”

He’ll sit with you until the storm passes, stroking your hair and murmuring reassurances in that low, gravelly voice of his. Daily life with Silco is structured—he thrives on stability and will gently encourage you to find your own, whether that’s a routine or a grounding technique. He’s not the best at expressing love, but his actions—bringing you tea, remembering the little things—say everything.

Vander

Arguments with Vander are rare, but when they happen, it breaks both of your hearts. He hates seeing you upset, especially when you’re directing all that anger at yourself. “Hey, don’t do that,” he says, his voice full of worry. “You’re not a bad person.”

He’ll pull you into a hug, even if you’re still yelling, and just hold you until you calm down. “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers. “We’ll figure it out.”

Daily life with Vander is comforting—he’s patient and steady, always making sure you feel loved. He’ll cook for you, listen to your rambles, and let you cry into his chest when it all feels like too much. He’s your rock, and you know he’ll never let you fall too far.

Ekko

Ekko’s a sweetheart, but arguments can get heated because he cares so much. “Why do you always think I’m gonna leave?” he’ll ask, frustration lacing his voice. But then he sees you breaking down and immediately softens.

“Hey, no, I didn’t mean it like that,” he says, pulling you close. “You’re stuck with me, okay? Forever.”

Daily life with Ekko is fun and supportive. He’ll crack jokes to make you laugh on bad days and bring you little gifts—flowers he found, gadgets he fixed—just to see you smile. He’s great at reminding you of your worth when you can’t see it yourself.

Jayce

Jayce doesn’t get BPD at first, but he’s trying, okay? Arguments can get messy because he’s such a fixer. “What do you mean you don’t want advice? I’m trying to help!” he’ll say, running his hands through his hair.

But after a while, he learns to just listen. He’ll apologize quickly, his voice soft and full of regret: “I didn’t mean to make it worse. I just want to be here for you.”

Daily life with Jayce is full of love and enthusiasm. He’s always hyping you up, reminding you how amazing you are. If you’re having a bad day, he’ll drop everything to take you out for a walk or snuggle up with you on the couch.

Viktor

Viktor is SO patient. Arguments don’t happen often because he’s great at de-escalating situations. “I understand,” he says softly when you’re upset, his voice calm and measured. “I know it feels like that right now, but it’s not true.”

He’s the king of quiet, steady love. Daily life with Viktor is peaceful—he lets you sit with him while he works, always making sure you’re comfortable. On bad days, he’ll bring you tea and remind you, “You’re not a burden. Never.”

Caitlyn

Caitlyn is a problem-solver, so arguments can get frustrating because she wants to fix everything, even when you just want her to listen. “I’m sorry,” she says eventually, taking your hands in hers. “I’ll try to do better. Just…tell me what you need.”

Daily life with Caitlyn is filled with small acts of love—she’ll leave you little notes, bring you flowers, and make sure you feel secure. She’s incredibly understanding, always willing to talk things through when you’re ready.

Mel Medarda

Mel is the definition of grace under pressure. During arguments, she stays calm, even when you’re spiraling. “I know you don’t mean that,” she says firmly, but her eyes are full of understanding.

She’s amazing at making you feel grounded—pulling you into her lap, stroking your hair, and whispering, “It’s okay. We’re okay.” Daily life with Mel is luxurious—she spoils you with gifts and quality time, always making sure you feel loved and valued.

Ambessa Medarda

Ambessa is a bit of a bulldozer during arguments, but not out of malice—she’s just used to being in control. “You’re stronger than this,” she’ll say, her tone sharp. But the moment she sees your tears, she softens.

“I didn’t mean to push,” she says, placing a steady hand on your shoulder. “You don’t have to fight this alone.”

Daily life with Ambessa is protective—she’s always making sure you’re cared for, whether that’s bringing you food, making sure you rest, or just standing by your side like an unshakable force.

TL;DR: Everyone loves you in their own messy, flawed way because you’re worth every bit of the work. <3

[dalliesque]

I'm On My Knees . . ! ! >//<

random things that make riize weak on their knees.

꒰ png ot7!riize x fem!reader , fluff , sillies , headcanons , established relationship , lower case intended . cw kisses, pet names . wc — (not proofread) ꒱

yu notes: MY FIRST ATTEMPT AT HC AAAA, NOT GONNA LET OT6 RUIN MY DAY 🫵

shotaro — your gaze

• it doesn't matter how long you have been dating him.

• your gaze would always melt him away, never failing to make him weak on his knees

• the way you stare at him loving, so warm, so comforting.

• he swears he'll always get hypnotised by it

• and at the end of it either staring back with a pair of lovesick eyes,

• or suddenly blurting out his dramatic plans of marrying you.

• well it could be both

"what do you want for dinner? it'll be my treat" a giddy giggle escape your lips, looking up from your phone to catch him staring. your gaze soften as you call for him in a small voice, "taro?" you tilt your head slightly. not receiving any reply back, you ask once again. "taro"—"let's get married."

sungchan — your voice + petnames

• there's just something so alluring about your voice

• it doesn't matter if your voice is sometimes soft, sometimes deep, raspy,

• even when you're not talking at all and just simply breathing

• it will always be a sweet treat to his ear.

• especially if you add in some sweet new names for him in your sentences

• he'll be kicking his feet like a highschool girl

• he's so obsessed with it, he will refuse to start a day without calling you or atleast receiving a voicemail from you.

• and obviously sleep calls when he's away are a must !!

"hello?" you utter sleepy, yawning and laying back down to your bed. you can hear shuffles through the call, confusion arising when he's not replying to your words. "pretty boy?" the call goes in one long silence as you can't hear him shuffling around on the other side anymore. "sungc"—"did you just call me a pretty boy??!!! KAKSJDJWISJSJSN WAIT I NEED A MINUTE"

eunseok — your caring nature

• idiot grin on his face

• like his smile is huge everytime your personality traits starts to show up

• the way he observes your attentiveness, your caring and kind nature

• his eyes will legit turns to hearts !!

• loves to watch as your caring mode turns on everytime you see animals, people or simply seeing,, him.

you drop down to a squat gently pushing the can of tuna towards a cute little kitten. "look at you.." you coo, offering your hand cautiously watching the way the kitten reacts before gently stroking it. eunseok smiles warmly, staring down at you and the way your expression soften whilst gently carresing the poor animal. "eunseok" you call softly breaking his trance. "yes baby?" eunseok's smile widens crouching next to you, you giggle gently reach out to fix the stray hair on his face. "can we adopt her?" eunseok swears he's fallen in love twice.

wonbin — your warmth

• wonbin lovesloooooves hugging you

• or cuddling you on top of a comfy mattress

• whether it's him spooning you or the other way around it doesn't really matter for him.

• what matters the most is your body pressed close against him at all times!

• he won't be able to function without the warmth your body provides, even if it's in the middle of summer 😵‍💫

you struggle in his embrace, trying to let go as the heat of summer slowly seeps through the window. feeling you pry open his arms, wonbin let out a whine pulling you closer as he hides in the crook of your neck. "it's so hot wonbin" you pout still trying to breakfree from his embrace. "i know im hot" a groan leaves your lips hitting his back gently. "atleast let me grab the ac remote??" wonbin sigh letting go slightly, his hand still perfectly wrapped around your wrist "fine, so this is how it is huh? you don't love me anymore." "oh shut up." you roll your eyes while chuckling softly turning on the ac before spooning him back in your arms, sighing in content.

seunghan — your touch

• blushing mess everytime your hands touch

• people might assume it would be the other way around, the way he acts most of the time proves that he wouldn't be the one clinging right?

• oh how wrong that is

• he'll make sure to keep you close 24/7

• it seems everytime you touch send such an electric feeling in his body

• and he'll never get enough of it, he will alwaaays be so flustered by it

you lean in slightly, your thumb brushing over his lips. "you got chocolate on your lips" you clarify, leaning back to your seat. sipping on your hot chocolate. seunghan quickly reaches out for your hand, placing it back to his lips. "seunghan..?" "i like your touch."

sohee — your smile

• this boy have the sweetest most beautiful smile and guess what?

• his weakness is your smile.

• he's such a tease about it too :(

• would do anything to see you trying to hold in your smile, looking away while blush crept up your skin. all because of him

"so pretty." he whispers softly, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. his eyes finding yours as you try your best to keep your composure, your eyes wandering everywhere but his pair. sohee holds back a giggle, seeing your flustered state. he gently touch your chin, forcing you to look his way. "baby.. pretty.. look at me."

anton — your kisses

• your kisses are his BIGGEST and i mean BIGGEST weakness ever

• most especially a kiss on his cheeks.. oh and his lips aswell !

• he will literally drop everything he's holding and drop down to his knees

"antoooooniooooo" you call fhim in a singsong voice, running giddily towards him. anton gives you sweet smile, pulling you in for a hug. "i missed you so much" you pout, soon pulling away. "i missed you too baby"— chuu! you lean in and gives him a big kiss on his cheek and another one on his lips as soon as he finished talking. your lipgloss staining his face. anton gasps, touching the places where you leave those kisses. feeling his knees weakening. "oh my—" "anton!!" you laugh keeping his knees from hitting the ground.

2024 ©️ dalliesque

@ :: @intakstars @taroddori @reenfludfmarshmallow @enhacolor @sftsohee

[slaaverin]

In my world 2 guys who are just friends don´t act like they do. And def not when these guys are straight. And don´t get me wrong, i live in a very progressive country! Not like SK when it´s abt LGTBQ.

Okay I'm not gonna be toooooo annoyed at this anon (or you whose inbox I'm currently in) because I used to think like that. BUT!

That's just untrue. I'm from a progressive and inclusive country, and the spaces I'm in are all very lgbtqia+ positive, and I thought Jikook were very different too. Despite seeing other friend groups online (not from kpop and based in the US) where affection, expressions of love and flirting were very normal - most of the friends in the group are pan/bi but in longterm hetero relationships - I thought Jikook had that something extra.

Until I got closer to a new group of friends irl, most of whom are in happy hetero relationships, and the men (we're all 26+) treated each other with such casual love and affection that it made me reconsider things. I don't know if any of them are bi or pan, and it's not really relevant. Especially because members of the lgbtqia+ community present vastly differently even in the same social group.

What I am trying to say is not that jimin and jungkook are definitely straight. Imho, all members of BTS have made me wonder about them in that sense. It's not something I ponder for long times - as it's not my place - but I can understand why other armies might.

I'm also not denying them the possibility of having or having once been in a romantic relationship.

I just want to caution you and the anon a little because yes, while Jikook definitely are incredibly close, their expressions of love can very well be platonic. It's very heteronormative to interpret everything they do as gay just because it doesn't fit with your view of male friendships. It's not that I (or others who leave room for the truth) don't see or understand your pov, and want to avoid falling into the trap of viewing queerness as "just good friends". It's just about considering that we simply don't know Jikook.

We as fans only see a very (very) limited chunk of BTS, and only what they want us to see. Our perception will be coloured by our opinions, backgrounds and biases (not the kpop kind) and thus no piece of content or interpretation is objective.

Jimin and Jungkook are imo at least best friends. Everything beyond that is pure speculation, and we should treat it as that. I know us Jikooker want to be the sane and smart shippers in the fandom, a counterweight to the very loud and a bit...unhinged ones, but that includes (imho) understanding our own fallacies and knowing that for all the theories about Rosebowl, GCF , Letter and Who there is the possibility of it being just two incredibly close friends that love each other, protect each other and fight for each other.

Jikook = real love. That's a fact. If it's the rainbow color kind or something else, will most likely remain a question of perspective.

As a little P.S.: Please do not read this as an attack or me trying to force my views onto you. One of the great things about tumblr imho - and sth I liked about the Jikook space especially last year - is the way we can properly exchange opinions and discuss them in depth.

Opinion.

There's no definite answer.

But in my point of view the scale is more going towards romance.

But of course we might be biased and wrong.

I personally don't see the appeal of staying unbiased. We can't help feeling what we feel I guess.

But feel free to all express on this, it's interesting to have several point of views!

Thanks for sharing your thoughts 💜

[angrywerewolfbeliever]

How I manifested getting into my dream school

*For some context, high school in my country is for fifteen to nineteen year olds*

I've always loved academics, and I've always been very smart, and because of that, I really wanted to go to this one particular, very academically challenging high school that is very difficult to get into.

For all of middle school, I kept thinking and worrying about whether or not I'd get in. I already knew about reality shifting and manifestation, and I believed it fully, but I was ridiculously misinformed, insecure, limiting, and inconsistant, so it's really no suprise that didn't get me anywhere.

Anyway, to get into this school you need to take an exam. I procrastinated studying for it, and the closer I got to the dreaded exam, the more I doubted my intelligence, manifestation as a whole, and most importantly, the likeness of me getting in.

After the exam, my anxiety worsened, especially because I didn't get into another school I applied to.

Safe to say, when the results came in, I was told I didn't get in.

Was I devastated? Yes. Did I want to rot in bed, soaking in self-pity? Also yes. Did I do that? No.

I don't think I had ever wanted anything more than to get in, so I sure as hell wasn't going to give up so easily.

I pulled myself together and said to myself, "No. I did get in. This is a mistake." This was immediately after I got the results. Of course, I still felt sad and disappointed, but I shoved those feelings down as deep as possible. For the next two weeks, I affirmed that I'm going to that school in the upcoming September, I checked what bus I'll need to take, I imagined me and my friend who did get in talking about how excited we are to be classmates, etc.

I knew that a second wave of people would get accepted in a couple of months, so my main affirmation was that I would be one of them and that I'd be first in line.

For the next two weeks, I spent all my free time, whether it was break between classes or walking my dog, affirming. Whenever I found myself thinking, "What if I don't get in?" I'd immediately tell myself to shut up, and I'd continue affirming. After a couple of days, my affirmations started popping up in my mind by themselves. After a week, I fully believed them. It didn't matter anymore that I didn't have the physical proof.

And guess what? My mom got an email from the school telling her that I got in. Keep in mind that those results weren't supposed to be out for a couple more months. I was first in line after all the others that got in and a spot opened. Not only was i first in line, but the amount of points that separated me from the last person who got in on result day was 0.05!

Now I go to that school and I couldn't be happier :)

The takeaway from this is:

1. Manifestation is incredibly simple,

2. Persist, persist, persist,

3. Circumstances don't fucking matter,

4. The 3D is your bitch and it's going to show you whatever you want it to so don't care if you're seeing the opposite,

5. Believe in yourself!!!

With love,

Venus

[osakhee]

try me, bff!shotaro x bff!reader

! sub!shotaro, handjob, a little teasing, kinda nerd taro?

shotaro follows you around the convenience store. his incessant yapping goes into one of your ear and gets out in the other, you don't understand a single thing he's saying. you sigh deeply and look a little bag of chips from one of the shelves, you're not very interested but shotaro assured you that study sessions are always better with snacks. you grab a few paquets mindlessly, not without a comment from your friend about the kind of biscuits you put in the shopping bag.

you've been friend with shotaro for a while now, you both share the same major in the university. and for the past three years, he's been your bestie, your work buddy, your psychologist, like a precious brother that went through every up and down with you. you can only admire him for his hardworking yet bright personality, never tired and always up for anything you ask him. especially when you need to study for your future exams and you're already tired from everything around you. shotaro's constant chatter is making you feel a little dizzy and you zone out in front of the different drinks. you feel a finger poke your side and you squeal with surprise, your eyes jerking up to meet your friend's.

"did you hear what i said?"

"sorry taro, i didn't... pay much attention, what was it?"

"you barely listened to me all day..."

shotaro pouts, he grabs a bottle of cold hojicha tea and walks to the counter without waiting for you. you feel a bit bad, the stress of the classes weighs on your shoulders to the point you can barely concentrate on the things around you. you join shotaro in front of the cashier so you can finish your shopping trip and go back home. you both step out of the convenience store, and you feel shotaro's arm around your shoulders. you try to walk without looking at him, but he keeps getting closer. you can feel his fingers drawing circles on your shoulder, he wants to make sure you're finally putting your attention on him.

"shotaro stop that."

"stop ignoring me then."

"i have a lot on my mind, i'm not ignoring you okay..."

you're used to shotaro's teasing. you can't lie, you and him helped each other release the stress and the tension of your studies. you usually get nervous the most, and shotaro has always been there to make sure you would forget it all once he has his hands on you. but you don't really feel in the mood at all, you push his hand off your shoulder and walk ahead of him. shotaro isn't the kind to give up and he catches up on you with a smile, he loves to tease you a little especially when you're sensitive.

you push the door of your building and press the button of the elevator. the doors don't open immediately, you feel sneaky hands creeping up your waist. shotaro's breathy laugh hit the skin of your neck but luckily for you, the doors of the elevator open with a ding. you free yourself from your friend and when you look at him, you can see the playful look in his eyes. you finally both reach your dorm room, you drop your shopping back on your desk and sit on your bed. you don't really want to study, your head feels heavy. shotaro is already drowning you in informations about the topic you wanted to study together, but once again, you lose yourself into his soft voice.

you feel the bed creak a little and the weight of shotaro next to you make you turn to him.

"how will you study if you can't even listen to me?"

"is that how you feel about studying?"

you point his hand that rested on your thigh. you roll your eyes at his innocent smile and grab your notebook to check the last notes you took in the class. this exam season is so important, it will be a large part of your grades and you don't even want to imagine a future where you miss your graduation. shotaro seems to finally settle down his teasing behavior and you both start seriously your study session.

you thought shotaro will stop. the way his nails graze your arm for way too long, his thigh touching yours, his palm that gave you a soft pat on your back tickles your waist under your hoodie. for the next two hours, you ignore his lips that get too close to your neck, his fingers that slowly reach your inner thighs. each time he says your name, his voice is a little lower. you lay down on your bed when shotaro decides to play with your patience again with a sigh. you both have been studying for hours, or at least you tried. your head is filled with paragraphs from your books, and no matter how much you try to push it away, your thoughts keep wandering to your friend and the warmth that irradiates from his body.

and talking about shotaro, he was busy reading a sentence out loud when he noticed that you dropped on the bed. he shifts next to you and crawl towards your body until his hands trapped your face. his black glasses fall lower on the bridge of his nose, his face so close that you can feel his breath on your lips. actually, it's been a while since you and shotaro did anything. last year, you would spend more time in bed with his arms around you than outside, either asleep or with shotaro deep inside you, enough to make you forget the classes you missed. but at the start of the third year, you decided to drift away from whatever relationship you had with him to concentrate on your studies, and shotaro being the great friend he is, respected your decision and stayed by your side.

it's been months since the last time he kissed you, and his face so close reminds you how much you miss the taste of his lips. you wanted to let him devour you with his warmth so it would melt every thought in your brain, but you had enough with him. shotaro had climbed on top of you, his eyes traveling your face with a satisfied tingle. he is ready to capture your lips with his and have his way, but you push your knee between his legs, you feel the hardening bulge in his black sweatpants twitch under the pressure. shotaro yelps in surprise and sits on his knees with a confused stare. you sit up in front of him, your hands on his thighs, with a mischievous smile.

"you've been doing anything but studying and now that i give in you step away?"

"i was just messing with you, you looked like you needed some... relief..."

"do i or do you need some relief? are you nervous about the exams too taro?"

"why... w-why would i, i study well..."

"what's on your mind now taro? thinking about studying?"

suddenly, shotaro doesn't have much to reply. he's too concentrated on your palms that rub his thighs. he's so taken aback in your change of behavior he can't move when your hands slide up his thighs, ignoring the sensitive point that strains his pants. you go up his chest on his opened zip-up hoodie and poke at his nipple with your finger. it makes him whine even more and you watch his eyes close shut. the teasing he inflected you the whole time is starting to turn against him, his confidence that grew inside his chest melted the second you met his eyes. shotaro has never been much on the dominant side once you were in bed. he'd rather follow your directives as long as you both get as much pleasure as possible. the rare times he decided to take over, you had him crying out your name until it was all he could think about.

shotaro clears his throat and goes back to his previous position, sitting next to you. he covers his thighs with his book and try to act like he's studying again after that little break. you do the same but the tension in the air and the silence between the two of you become very uncomfortable. this time, you're the one taking over the teasing. you drift closer to your friend until your thigh is pressed against his, and you dramatically lean on him to ask a futile question about something on the book he has in his hands. your hand then rest on his knee, you draw innocent circles with your finger but you can see shotaro's flushed cheeks and how his leg started bouncing on the floor. for the next 20 minutes, you do everything possible to fuck with his mind. whispering in his ear, tucking a strand of hair behind it. or showing him something on the book with your finger, pressing on it enough so it would make contact with the painfully obvious tent in his pants that he tried so hard to forget. each second that passes makes it harder for your friend, and you swear all your worries that gave you the worst possible headache turned into the need to see shotaro break.

you know he's close to give up when you drop your head on his shoulder. shotaro is reading over and over again the same sentence, but your breath that fans over his neck is making it impossible to focus. and when you speak to him, just like he did before, your voice get a little lower and suddenly everything he tried to learn turn into a puddle. anticipation keeps building up in his stomach to the point he needs to concentrate on keeping his breath steady. once again, your hand travels down his arm to rest on his wrist, you watch the grip shotaro has on the book get a little tighter. you get closer to him, almost nuzzling your face into his hair, and you call for him in a soft voice.

"taro... taro are you listening? we're done with this chapter, you've been looking at the same page for a while now."

"yea i... i-i wanted to make sure i remember that part, it's important..."

your hand leave his wrist to go lower, you trail your fingers playfully on his sweatpants and hear his breath catch in his throat. you giggle quietly at his reaction, your palm drop flat on his dick that jumps into the touch immediately. shotaro's head drop a little and you watch as he bite on his lip to make sure he stays silent, his glasses almost falling off his nose. you whisper his name again, massaging him through the clothes. the book shakes in his hands and the composure he tried to keep quickly break when you grab him through his pants. he throws the book on the bed and turn his red face to you, with shining puppy eyes as the word "please" escape his lips. you shrug your shoulders and take your hand away, shotaro immediately grabbing your wrist so you would stay in place.

"what was that? do you want something?"

"please... touch me, anything but please do it... i-i can't handle it anymore..."

"see, it's not too hard to speak up."

you rub your fingers on the bulge in shotaro's sweatpants. he leans back a little and rests on his elbows, his legs part naturally at your touch. his hips start bucking up into your palm and you quickly take it away again, with a whiny complain from shotaro. you hold his hips with your other hand before tugging on his pants and underwear. you push it down just enough to free his cock and you can tell easily it's been painful for shotaro to ignore how hard he is. the way his dick throbs just from the cold hair hitting it, his tip red and swollen as if he could cum just from a slight touch. the veins pop out a lot more than you remember. precum keeps leaking for his slit and down his length, his underwear already stained and wet. you trail one finger from the base of his cock to the the tip and watch shotaro throw his head back with a low moan. your palm massages the head of his cock, covering your hand in the fluid that drip from it so it would be much easier for you to move.

shotaro is already a mess, his arms that hold his body up are shaking at your every touch. he can't even look at you, he's convinced that if he does, he would cum right away. he can't get himself to look at your actions either for the same reason so he lets his head drop back and watch a point on the ceiling. but he's quick to close his eyes once you take his dick in your hand and start very slow movements. your thumb rubs his tip each time you reach it. you love to see how easy it is to make shotaro break apart, his hair sticks to his forehead and his chest rises heavily, his parted lips let out whiny breaths every time you drag your hand down on his length. last year, you remember spending a lot of time jerking him off. you always liked it, so did shotaro, because you could feel pleasure just seeing his face contort when you touched him, and the way he says your name when his climax hit him always made your cheeks feel hot. from jerking him off in your bed in the morning, in the shower or during class, you always had so much fun making a mess out of shotaro. probably because it's such a delight to see his confidence turn into a cry when you put your hands on him. and just for that, you knew how badly you were still addicted with him.

you feel his hips twitch against you, your hand work a little faster on his cock, and shotaro moans louder. he can feel the tension in his lower stomach gets to its breaking point. when you put more attention to his tip to stroke it faster, he feels so close, his vision blurry, he can't even warn you. all the frustration he's been holding is about to finally get released. you take your hands away and watch him arch forward, he jerks his head up to look at you. his dick pulses painfully, his voice is a lit higher, his hips hump the air with desperation.

"w-why..."

"don't you think you owe me an apology for all of that? trying to rile me up when you're the one who needed it?"

shotaro sniffles and looks away, you suddenly grip his dick in your hand and it makes him cry a little more. you tighten your grip enough to watch more precum drip on your fingers.

"shotaro. speak up."

"i'm s-sorry... i-i wanted you... w-wanted you so badly... i couldn't... i-i couldn't do it anymore... p-please..."

"please?"

"let me c-cum... pl-please..."

"hm, that's a good boy."

the pet name has shotaro throw his head back again, his hips bucking into your hand in a desperate attempt to reach his high. your touch burns him, you don't move your hand on his cock and it's so frustrating to him to be so close yet so far to the intense pleasure he's looking for.

"taro. look at me."

"n-no i..."

"i said look at me shotaro."

he opens barely his eyes to meet yours, and it's only when you're sure he won't look away that you start stroking his dick again. your pace is sudden and fast, it knocks shotaro's breath out of his lungs. his mouth open in a silent cry, he tries so hard to keep the eye contact until he can't anymore. he finally cums with a loud whine, hot white streams coating your hand and shotaro's shirt. you make sure to pay more attention to his tip until you milked every drop out of him. shotaro finally lets his arms give up on his weight and he lays on his back on the bed, his breath still heavy as he slowly comes down from his high. you lay next to him and give a gentle kiss on his neck, jaw, cheek, nuzzling into him until you can hear the soft sound of shotaro's now steady breathing. he grabs his foggy black glasses that somehow stayed on his nose the whole time and drop them next to him on the bed before looking at you, his face still flushed for the rush of warmth.

"thank you for that..."

"how long it's been since you needed that?"

"you don't wanna know."

"why didn't you tell me?"

"you had a lot on your shoulders... i didn't want to make it harder for you."

"you know i always have time for you taro... ask next time, okay?"

"okay. when is next time?"

"now?"

"i'd love that."

i always get carried away when i write about taro. i love writing about shotaro i love shotaro i should write more often about shotaro. pls send taro asks... thanks my sunflower for requesting this 🌻❤️

[arceus-insanity]

Endeavor Deserves No Sympathy!

I don't understand how anyone can think Endeavor was ever a good dad. It also always comes off as incredibly victim blamie, especially towards Touya, and often Shoto too.

He literally only got married and had kids to use them. He never gave a shit about their well being, never even thought about it until he had the one thing he cared about and was still miserable. I've already gone over the math proving he gave up on achieving his dream himself at 21 at the absolute latest. (https://www.tumblr.com/arceus-insanity/763259515356512256/i-liked-endeavors-character-when-he-was?source=share)

And basic math will once again be used to prove just how little this waste of flesh actually tries.

This time the focus is on how quickly he abandoned Touya and immediately went to emotional abuse via neglect & literally replacing him, and once again risking that more children be born with self-destructive quirks.

For context we only see Endeavor doing anything with his kids that's not him literally walking through and ignoring them in two circumstances. Once when Fuyumi's a newborn and Touya is attempting to crawl (not walk) over to her. And training. Those are the only times he tries to spend with any of them, even after he starts his 'atonement'

Now comparing Touya in the scene of them training and himself as a toddler and all the child imagery this series loves to use instead of actually saving imperfect victims, Touya is at least 3 (probably closer to 4) when he's taken to the doctor and they are informed of his condition

Natsuo is 4 and a half years younger than him.

We know for a fact Natsuo (& Shoto) was conceived after they got the news, not willingly either. Pregnancy takes 40 weeks average, so Touya would still be 3 when Natsuo was conceived. So once again it took this 'man' less than a year to give up and have another child he hoped to use as a tool, and was explicitly making to hurt his existing son. And as I have said plenty of times before, risking that the new kids could be born with the same disorder, I hate how convenient it is that Shoto gets near zero negative quirk side effects.

Want to know what we never see, Endeavor doing something else with Touya and Touya demanding training, it's always him walking past/ away from Touya. Considering all of the shit they've pulled to soften Endeavor's abuse both in the manga and even more so in the anime, they wouldn't skip something like this. It's not hard to tell that Touya's 'obsession with training' is really about spending time with his dad, you know like a human child that literally needs love, proven by numerous studies and research in the real world.

He throws all parenting responsibilities onto Rei, adds more children to that load, and when Touya suffers for it (like everyone else) he does nothing, doesn't even hire a nanny

Another are you kidding me take I've seen is that somehow Touya's quirk issues are worse than Midoriya's and Yuga's. Touya managed to train his quirk to produce blue fire at 13 with zero equipment and less than no help, and only lost control of it, because of the mental abuse Endeavor had inflicted on him leading him to a mental breakdown. And/ or the theory I've only seen once of AFO using his ability to force quirk activation (seen with a passed out chapter 90 during his first confrontation with All Might)

Midoriya was breaking his bones all the way into the Shie Hassaikai arc and was only able to fight because Eri and was breaking support equipment in the following arc as well. Yuga had a support belt all the way back in the entrance exam and was still struggling with that.

Speaking of Yuga let's compare parental effort here, because as much as it backfired Yuga's parents tried a whole lot more. For starters they nearly bankrupted themselves to get him a quirk, so he could feel equal. All For One is a mythic man prior to his arrest, and those who knew of him were shown to be serious long-term villain groups, so they had gone to quite a bit of effort to find that he existed to begin with. They also got him support gear (the navel belt thing) as a kid to help him with said quirk, he literally had it in the entrance exam. Endeavor never looked into that, Endeavor is not only rich too but he's a top hero he would have direct access to support equipment companies that would jump at the opportunity and it never even occurred to him.

Endeavor's name is an irony as endeavour means to try hard to do or achieve something. He never tries hard he gives up incredibly quickly the second there's any road block, but instead of moving on he makes everyone suffer for it. He's a toxic pageant mom who'd rather force their child into a toxic world and a role they don't want than work on himself

And what finally makes him change? Getting exactly what he wanted and still being miserable, and he still expects through his actions his family to cater to him.

Not his son getting a major disability due to his actions, no, he decided to double down, mentally abusing and neglecting the son he supposedly loves, raping his wife who didn't want more kids or participate in this abuse, and again risking that Natsuo & later Shoto might have that same issue. Not when his wife breaks down and permanently scars his precious masterpiece, who proceeds to rightfully blame him, and he just thinks of it as a tantrum despite it lasting a fucking decade. Not when his eldest literally dies as the result of his selfishness. Not literally during any part of this entire process!

Dabi is 23 when Endeavor finally starts to 'try' to be better, that means that for at least 24 years he has only been caring about his fucking precious number one spot in a popularity contest that he couldn't even bother to try to be likeable for, this wasn't one bad decision, this was him constantly choosing to be so insanely selfish that he found ways that shouldn't even be possible for over two decades. And it was all him.

[bugsbenefit]

Even leaving aside the rest of that ask about Karen, how are the show runners "glazing Cara" according to st twitter now lmao. I swear no one on there understands the concept of just liking the people you work with...

very good point. tbh 'glazing' really lost it's meaning. that's just the thing you say now about characters showing up in the show or marketing that you don't care about that much

but looking at how fandom treats certain characters it is kind of apparent how Karen isn't really seen as big of a deal as the show actually makes her in general. (at last in hyper invested fandom spaces. more regular viewers see her as much more of a main character) which i think causes a bit of dissonance when the show keeps promoting her. because if you think she's as unimportant of a side character as say, Dustin's mom, then you probably would think her constantly showing up on posters and bts footage is undeserved glazing

the thing is that Karen is actually kind of important. she's absolutely not a background character

you have the primary mains like Joyce, Hopper, the kids. more secondary mains that don't really have the hard hitting plot points of the show happen to them but are fleshed out and who the writers still take care writing like Steve, Robin etc. and then Karen falls in somewhere between a secondary and tertiary protagonist

she actually gets things to do each season. she has character arcs. from actually meeting and being suspicious of Brenner in s1, to her worry about Nancy in s3, the Billy situation, even s4 ends with her and Holly at the window looking out at the spores

actual side characters in the show, like Ted, the Sinclairs, Claudia Henderson, don't have any arcs to their characters. they're background decorum when their children (the actual protagonists) are home or need to talk to someone

but Karen falls much closer to actual protagonist status. which also explains why she's consistently featured in the marketing alongside the other mains

which is how the Byers and Wheelers turned into the two big families the show kind of revolves around to begin with. we know the most about them because almost all family members are protagonists in their own right. you have the kids Mike and Will, Nancy and Jonathan. and then the moms. the only difference being that Karen is kept in the dark about the UD plot and Joyce got thrown directly into it in s1 because it was her son that went missing

and the thing that people seem to get stuck on about Karen is that she's the only protag that doesn't explicitly know about the UD

which, honestly, makes her kind of interesting. especially with where they'll take that in s5, because she'll have to be confronted with what's been going on eventually. and what has been tormenting both her children for years. hell, she had such a close encounter with Billy in s3, she would have been in Heather's place that season hadn't Billy still had some semblance of control at that point. and she isn't even aware

Karen has been involved in the UD plot for seasons, there just wasn't any payoff to it yet because she doesn't know

Karen Wheeler, tight rope walker when it comes to getting as close as humanly possible to the supernatural plot without having to actually confront it

but it really boils down to, Karen is, and always has been an important character and the marketing has always reflected that

side note but what i've also seen cause a lot of the 'they're just needlessly glazing xyz' complaints is that sometimes it's just people being pissy their favourite characters aren't getting a singular spotlight on them. i've mainly seen it from solo El or Will stans (still exist in the year of the lord 2024) who don't care about the rest of the cast or plot outside of one character. so when Karen who, 'doesn't even know about the UD' gets so much s5 marketing that's hype that could have gone to someone more important in their minds. again, glazing entering the pantheon of words that lost all meaning on social media

[tgrailwar-zero]

FRAN: "Uuhh!"

She waved goodbye as you headed out, having made the choice to leave the resting MORDRED in FRAN's care. Thus, you left the Point of Sealing.

Leaving it seemed easier than coming in. It also didn't seem to take as long. You walked upwards through the path, and while it was a bit of a trek, it didn't feel as heavy.

Eventually, you made it outside.

SALIERI: "Well, that was a busy…"

He looked up at the sky, brows raising slightly as the sun shone down through the trees. The feeling was understandable- it had felt like you had spent hours down there. Days, even.

SALIERI: "…Morning? Hm. We still have the rest of the day ahead of us."

KUKULKAN: "Ah- feel that breeze!"

It was nice being back in fresh air again. This place wasn't as bright or cheerful compared to the rest of Sunbeam Row, but it was a drastic departure from the oppressive atmosphere of the Point of Sealing.

NERO: "I feel like I can finally stretch again..."

NERO: "Hm? What's that sound?"

You heard some aggressive voices speaking through the brush.

Following the path towards commotion you heard off in the distance, you saw a scene off to the side, several assassins with their blades drawn, surrounding a young woman. You recognized her, vaguely. For one, she was a fox- one of the foxes, one of the entities that called themselves 'TAMAMO'.

Secondly, you had seen her briefly at SIGURD's banquet. The current acting Priestess, ARIA.

One of the assassins brandished a dagger.

ASSASSIN: "Really, are you a fool? A young lady as important as yourself, just wandering around in the wilderness. With all of the commotion that Saber is making, killing you will drive the tensions in the Solar Cell to a fever pitch! But-- uh, seriously, you didn't bring any guards or anything? You just came out here alone?"

PRIESTESS ARIA: "Well, you know what the say… if you haven't seen a person in three days, then you should pay careful attention to them… or something like that, right? And since everyone's attention is all over the place, I wanted to bring everyone back on track, so I decided to try and vanish for three days so that attention would come back to the Priestess and people would feel good again…"

PRIESTESS ARIA: "It's only been three hours… and it seems like people are looking closer to me if I'm being found like this by so many people… so I think I'm on the right track."

ASSASSIN: "I mean… I think that if you went missing for three days, people would look for you, but that isn't what that proverb means."

PRIESTESS ARIA: "Oh… so I shouldn't have wandered away from the Imperial Palace?"

ASSASSIN: "Well, of course not! Listen, young ladies aren't supposed to wander about like that. Especially not so close to the Point of Sealing, isn't this one of the most dangerous areas in the Solar Cell?"

There were some murmurs from the other assassins.

ASSASSIN: "A naive girl like yourself needs to at least have an entourage before you just blithely wander about."

ASSASSIN: "Right… there's a ton of dangerous stuff out here. You should get back home. Do you remember where it is?"

PRIESTESS ARIA: "I think so. Thank you very much, Lord Ninja."

She turned, beginning to wander away in the opposite direction, as the ASSASSIN's stood and watched. One of them stepped forward, nudging their leading Assassin on the arm.

ASSASSIN: "…Zayd."

The lead ASSASSIN watched the PRIESTESS walk, looked down at his knife, then back at the PRIESTESS, before suddenly shouting--

ASSASSIN: "Gah! W-Wait! You wait right there, girlie! Don't move a muscle!"

PRIESTESS ARIA: "I thought you said I could leave?"

ASSASSIN: "No, you can't leave! We're here to kill you!"

PRIESTESS ARIA: "You are…? Well that's rather scary… can you do it another time, when I'm more prepared?"

You... weren't really sure if this was an urgent situation or not.

KUKULKAN: "What… is happening over there? Should we go help?"

SALIERI: "I'm not entirely sure. I can't tell if she's in control of the situation, or if she's entirely lost the plot..."

NERO: "...Let's just observe for now."

One of the Assassins looked over, before nudging their leader on the arm again, as he looked over.

ASSASSIN: "Gah! She has reinforcements! Fine- we'll retreat... for now! But don't get too cocky, Priestess! And don't wander alone after dark, you could get hurt! I mean… uh, actually, you should do that! Ugh, my head hurts! Assassins, we're going!"

…And like that, they left, disappearing into the shadows.

The PRIESTESS looked over in your direction, before calmly toddling over. She moved without any real sense of worry or urgency, just ambling about like she had all the time in the world.

PRIESTESS ARIA: "…Hello there. Thank you kindly for saving my life, brave heroes."

[gangles-toybox]

I'm very...intrigued by a lot of ships. I broke the adult circle down by color so it's easier to read and maybe some explanations along the way below the cut. Oh btw the ships with purple w/hints of yellow just means I find them interesting to disect like lab creatures more than "uwu they're so cute!!!" like how I am with other ships fyi

Ok here, I'll try to explain why I ship/am intrugied by some of the more..rarer pair ones here!

First up: Kiddos

Joe x Christina- I don't know I just thought it would be cute, especially with how sour Joe is and how especially sweet Christina is :)

Doughy x Christina- I like this both genuniely and for angst. Genuniely, I like the idea of Doughy comforting Christina. Angst, if after nature Orel did die, I like to think Doughy would subconsciously get w/Christina afterwards to replace him. Or *want* to date Orel, but can't cuz yk moralton and gay ppl don't mix well so he dates Christina as a substitute. Also I like the idea of Christina meeting Doughy for the first time and being like "woa...Orel, who's your friend? he's cute.." gkjlbkjgjbk

Marionetta x Christina- I honestly have no clue why I think they're just cute together...

Tommy x Doughy- They could comfort each other on how they both feel dumb and insignificant and can make each other feel seen!! :]

Tommy x Orel- Idk I like the idea of them hanging out more after God's Blunders and the more time they spend together the closer they feel and the more Orel subconsciously realizes Tommy isn't as dumb as he seems, especially when he starts infodumping about space and science and stuff

Orel x Billy- Idk I like the idea of Orel helping Billy out with the family business after the whole God's Image fiasco to help and apologize! :)

Doughy x Joe- I think they would be interesting together to say the least since Doughy is a complete tool and in the first ep with Joe, he wrecks Karl's car lol. Idk. It would be interesting.Joe x Tommy- Enemies to lovers arc me thinks because I headcanon they wouldn't like each other due to the fact that I think Tommy hates Joe because he reminds him of how mean he was when he was little and Joe hates Tommy because I headcanon that Joe was a lot nicer when he was little, so he hates Tommy for similar reasons. But I dunno..they get closer cuz they're in the same friend group and Joe stops picking on him as much..

Now onto the clusterfuck of the adults!!

Like:

Rod Putty x Mr. Cartsen- I headcanon that these two were college buddies n did a lot of gay shit together. Never officially got together but eh. Oo maybe Mr. Cartsen was Rev's comedy partner he was talking about in that one [AS] sermon abt homosexuality! :D

Love:

Miss Censordoll x Bloberta- Mommy issues go brrr nah but fr idk something about how they are in Help really really speaks to me, Miss Censordoll would manipulate Bloberta in a similar way to Clay since they both have mommy issues methinks.. Miss Censordoll x Mr. Cartsen- Another one based in headcanon!! In my headcanon, after college n all that shit Mr. Cartsen starts hanging out with Miss Censordoll a lot more at the library and eventually takes a part-time job there just to hang out with her and start complimenting her n stuff and, deep, deep down she's very flattered. She loves to pull that tie of his! X)

Intrugied(the longest, probably): oh boy here we go...

Nurse Bendy x Miss Censordoll- Idk why but I think their dynamic could be interesting. no clue why really.

Miss Censordoll x Millie Fakey- did yall SEE how she fucking petted Millie's fake in Help?? There's something going on...

Millie Fakey x Kim Latchkey- Idk I think Kim could help raise Millie's confidence if she wanted to! Although I doubt she would be a good gf if Stephaine is anything to go by...

Kim Latchkey x Roger Papermouth- That man needs a girlboss, and here Kim is!

Art x Poppit- I'm more just curious more than anything on how and if their relationship would be better or worse than Clay and Bloberta's. I assume the same but idk I'm curious

Roger Papermouth x Principal Fakey- I am very curious on how Principal Fakey would handle having an affair w/Roger Papermouth since yk he's a guy and all but Fakey is also really realllyyy desperate probably after Nurse Bendy stands up for herself and leaves him and he doesn't like that so he goes after somebody else that's more easily manipulated, that just so happens to be a guy named Roger. Roger probably doesn't mind too too much, other than being a cop n all and wondering if he would have to arrest himself lol

Poppit Posabule x Stephaine- Just a vibe that Poppit is NAWT straight (I mean I don't think Bloberta is either but I get stronger vibes from Poppit for some reason) ...and maybe Stephaine is the reason, like a girl next door typa thing. Comes into Buried Pleasures just to see her n all.

Stephaine x Bloberta- Similar thing but Bloberta is way less bold. Stephaine comes by to like idk bring Orel somewhere and Bloberta wants to talk to Stephaine before because she does care a little about Orel, plus Stephaine is pierced up and yk how judgy ppl are in Moralton. So she talks to her and she gets a strange..warmness in her chest. Never acknowledges though. Again very girl next door or look but not touch.

Stephaine x Miss Censordoll- Idk the way she called Miss Censordoll a bitch in one of the promos just did something to my neurons. I like the idea of them. 2 girlbosses girlbossing, if you will.

Roger Papermouth x Clay Puppington- Idk I like the fact that Clay took off his hat and put it on during Sacrifice. It's cute.

Roger Papermouth x Dottie Trophywife- If you can't get with your ex-friend's current crush, then why not get with your ex-friend's ex-husband! Again, Roger needs a girlboss to put him in line IMO and Dottie certainly does that, she plays him like a fiddle. She has fun.

Art Posabule x Danielle Stopframe- I'm curious as to whether Danielle would start to notice Art after Honor and would start dating him only because he looks exactly like Art and he might be a bit better of a person. It would feel like a suckerpunch in the gut if Clay ever found out about them tho lol

Poppit Posabule x Danielle Stopframe- Just curious on how they would play out, would they work better or worse than Danielle and Bloberta?

Reverend Putty x Bloberta Puppington- That one scene from Numb. Must I say more?

Reverend Putty x Miss Censordoll- I feel like Miss Censordoll scares the shit out of Reverend Putty and she uses that to her advantage. She puts the malewife in his place lol

[daily-airimomoi-vitamins]

[tap tap tap]

[creak]

[slam!]

[footsteps running away. Disoranganized and fast..desperate, the word you're looking for is desperate]

[The room had been left with an eerie silence, more uncommon than the first time you arrived here. No one spoke]

[no one moved]

[You were staring at her]

[it was like a mirror]

[what? a mirror. But when was the last time you had seen you're own reflection? You didn't want to. No.]

[..no.]

[..still, no one spoke. this was too quiet]

"..you're sick."

...I know.

"Poor girl, who-who even was she?"

Brat who ruined eveverything.

"..you can't even speak properly. how pathetic"

[another second of silence]

"Why did you-"

Did you recognize those keychains?

"What? Stop getting off topi-"

I said, did you recognize those keychains?

"..I guess? I'm not sure where from."

Ah, I see. Can you describe yourself to me, please?

"..stop that"

stop wha-

"I know what you're doing just stop, okay?"

[another silence. it was silent. silent. silent in the back. silent in your mind. but it wasn't. there was a voice, calling out a name. Calling out for a chance to reach the surface]

Have you ever really seen yourself? Have you ever looked into a mirror?

Are you too ashamed of the person staring back?

"..."

...of course, you don't even know who's looking back at you.

"..what are you going to do to me? The same thing you did to that girl? Or will you just kill me?"

Kill you? No. No no. I could never kill you. I'm protecting you. Protecting. I'm..

Im protecting you, peachy.

"peachy? wh-"

[you felt your stomach drop..but why? it felt like your own body was keeping secrets from you]

[a look of discomfort spread across the pharmacist's face, and she started to approach you, your stance, albeit unwavering, still shaking]

What's your favorite flower? Mine's the Higanbana.

[you wanted to move on, so you played her game]

"...I dont-I don't really have one. I like clovers, though"

...

seems logical.

..look down for me, will ya?

[and so you did. She could be planning your mutilation right now, but you couldn't stand a chance...or maybe you could? You were good at fights...You think. you felt as if you were somehow.]

"What am I supposed to be looking at?"

[The only thing there was a slowly drying pool of blood]

...look closer. the surface won't do.

[you knelt down, staring into this pool of blood. You felt sick knowing the origins of it, and you hated seeing yourse-]

[wait.]

[you inspected the pool once more. Inside reside a girl with untamed pink hair. Her eyes were big but worn and dim. Her face was bloodied and scratched and her nose was red. Who is this? Who is this reflection in the blood? Is this you? Has this been you all this time?]

[as you looked back to the pharmacist, your faces merged. Suddenly, the reflection of that girl and the face of the pharmacist were no longer different, keep aside for the two keys to the soul]

"We-"

hmgh.

[She leaned over you, looking into the pool as well.]

[inside of her reflection was someone unfamiliar to the both of them. A young woman with dark hair and glasses. she followed the pharmacist's movements, copying them piece for piece. The two people staring back each other contained the same expression, and the same eyes]

[But..they were not the same person]

"what the hell...wha.."

[you felt your face with your hands, your head speeding into a rush of-

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f̵̛̯̗̈́̓͊̔̕̚ȯ̵̺̬̰̠̳̬̙̗̱̈́̎̄͗̈̓̈́̕ṛ̸̡̼̞̭͈͈͌͌͝ͅg̶̻̰̽̓͝e̶̛̗̝̖̳͎̝̹̖̭͗́̏̌̒̇̚͝͝t̶̢̜͎̠̅̑̂

f̴̦̝͒̾̋o̵̫̻̗͛͗͊ŗ̷͉͙̓̑͝g̶̗͍͔̫̏̄͛͛̀ȅ̶͈̻͂̈t̷̤̓̀

f̴o̷r̴g̵e̷t̸

forget.

...

[I. forgot.]

[what did you forget?]

Don't give me that look.

[..I forgot to say goodbye]

..

[sysig]

I’m turning you all into marketable plushies, you watch (Patreon)

Bonus eyes because embroidery brain:

[onepiece-polls]

I love your polls and it’s great you try to be on both sides to give fair chance to everyone, but the way you talked about shanks/buggy is crazy They’re fine together but in canon they’re brothers and your shipping googles got so tight you actually sounded like you could believe they’re anywhere close to canon which is u know stupid af

lmao, okay, this came out of nowhere 😂 Like... I talked about that months ago. But okay.

Anyway, Shuggy is canon. They're making out behind you right now.

[lipstickchainsaw]

We start creeping closer to the turn, with Ambessa talking about the three points of Strength that Noxus prizes in a way that Vi's talk about trust will mirror later in the episode.

Ambessa's teaching Caitlyn about Noxian philosophy very much as a part of her growing affection for Caitlyn, as she looks for an outlet for her feelings of motherly affection while her actual daughter is experiencing the horrors.

The core elements of strength, to Noxus, are:

-Vision, 'charting a course and having the wisdom to navigate it'. It's interesting that this is such a naval metaphor, because Ambessa's more of an army general than a navy admiral, and it's not like Caitlyn's going to especially receptive to naval metaphors, either. Regardless, in keeping with Caitlyn as a sniper, this is one she's arguably closest to herself.

-Might, 'bending your environment to your will'. This is a framing that seems to fit Ambessa better, as she has turned Piltover to her own purposes quite effectively. For all the flaws in her ethos, it's undeniable she has presence. Caitlyn did plenty of this when unleashing the Grey, but we haven't seen her do it much since becoming a dictator. Ambessa frames this more as 'force', anyway, including force of will, but Caitlyn already argues that doing too much of it exposes you to risk. This would be a fun beat if Caitlyn was already planning to betray her, but I don't think she is.

I do like that Ambessa genuinely appreciates Caitlyn engaging with her philosophy on this point. It really sells the idea that she is actually starting to mentor Caitlyn properly.

-Guile, which Ambessa doesn't so much describe as heap scorn on as belonging to 'phantoms, tricksters, mages, absent honor, absent accountability', clearly having the Black Rose in mind here. She doesn't present this as a respectable point of the triangle, and it is very fun that this dialogue plays over Caitlyn attacking Ambessa in the back and actually managing to bloody her. It'd be excellent foreshadowing if we actually saw Caitlyn do something before her turn this act.

'Tunnels in your eyes, lava in your veins, shadows in your heart'. She's always had the tunnels in her eyes, she'll do fine with the shadows in her heart, and the lava in her veins, well...

Ambessa then talks about 'discovering' a fourth principle, which is essentially the veneration of suffering again, but basically boils down to 'you'll fight harder when the stakes are higher'. It's very much her trying to cope with how much she's lost recently, and her trying to make Caitlyn her protege is a core part of that.

All in all, the fact that this is part of a training session means I want to take a look at this through the lens of these characters as the weapons they wield. I don't know what to make of Ambessa yet, because we haven't really seen her fight, but this is very much an attempt to turn Caitlyn into something more than just a sniper.

We've seen people's arsenals change as their personalities shift before. For example, after Vi destroyed Pow-Pow, Jinx' mini-gun, in episode 3, Jinx was left with only her pistol, and she's become a much more focused and directed person since.

So what does it mean for Caitlyn to switch from being a sniper, with a narrow, single-minded focus often blind to the consequences or wider context of her actions, to someone fighting in melee? Does it signify her putting herself at risk more, instead of only risking her target slipping out of reach? Does it mean she has to be more aware of what's happening around her, because something blindsiding her could fuck her up in one go? Does it mean she has to learn to stand her ground more, because she can no longer rely on repositioning when her position gets a little dicey?

Something to keep an eye on.

Given that Caitlyn's turn in episode 6 is the one I understand the least, I'm going to pay some additional attention to her scenes with Ambessa in this series of posts, to see if I can tease something out of this that I missed in my first viewing.

Starting with episode 4

For one, the image of Ambessa poking at a log in an attempt to get a little more out of a dying fire is a good image, but it does make me regret that we didn't get to see much of what Caitlyn's rule looked like when it was a roaring blaze.

Because the fire represents the efficacy of what Ambessa's trying to push in Caitlyn: her anger, her rage, her desire to get revenge. She frames this as Caitlyn's search for Jinx, because this is what she hopes to stoke in Caitlyn, but what makes this scene work is that it's also true of her own desire to have Mel back, even as she starts to displace some of this affection for her daughter onto Caitlyn herself.

Because Ambessa absolutely appreciates the fact that Caitlyn's willing to talk back, and able to use Ambessa's only rhetorical flourishes against her. It reminds her, in a way, of Mel, and just like Mel, this would-be daugher also talks about wanting peace without having to resort to violence.

Although Caitlyn's 'arrests require cause' bit is, again, odd, because you initiated martial law. You can blame Rictus for the fight all you like, but what situation do you think you're living under? There's a serious disconnect in how these two women see the oppressive regime they've initiated.

Then again, Ambessa understands war weariness and how to deal with it, so she coaxes a few more flames out of the dying embers, and off we go!

[alexjcrowley]

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[inadragon]

I love GaaHina arranged marriage aus bc Gaara is so aromantic and awkward and too insecure in his ability to love to seek a close intimate relationship for himself. But also he wants to be known and loved and intimate with somebody and share his life completely.

And Hinata is socially awkward and anxious and sweet and caring. And maybe she's romantically attracted to gaara and maybe she isn't, but she knows he'll always take care of her and she'll always take care of him.