#I’m wondering if there’s an implication to that

[the-modern-typewriter]

The villain, who doesn't typically celebrate much anything gets invited to an event (holiday, gala, birthday, etc) by hero with no strings attached.

This is a Secret Santa snippet gift @snowshowerwriting 😊 Have a great one! I hope you enjoy.

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“…And I was just wondering if, maybe, if you’re not too busy, you’d want to go with me?”

The villain stared at the hero for a long moment, watching the colour slowly creep up the hero’s cheeks and all the way up to the tips of their ears.

Snow begin to drift and eddy lazily on the empty rooftop around them.

“Only if you want to,” the hero said. “Sorry. You’re probably too busy, what with being…you. Forget I asked! It’s not a big deal or anything I just—”

“—You want me to go to the peace ball with you.”

“Only if you want to!”

“Why?”

The villain could think of a dozen reasons why, but none of them exactly fitted with their impression of the hero in front of them.

The annual peace ball was a tinsel-strewn, glittering festive affair designed to promote good will across the city by forcing all heroes and villains to join together in a night of absolute truce. No fighting. So help anyone who tried scheming, though of course everyone still did. Good will to all super-powered men, women and others on earth!

The villain had been invited before, in the first few years that the ball was hosted, by a few of the boldest players on either side of the roster. They’d always said no. Never mind that they’d never been much one for making a big deal out of arbitrary times of year. The hero in front of them was not a particularly bold creature, though, heroics aside. Nor were they the sort to want to make some kind of statement.

The hero was bafflingly genuine. Too true to themselves to be of much use in politics, and too powerful for most to want to risk taking a run at them. Powerful enough, certainly, that they didn’t need the villain’s protection or the implication of an alliance between them. Good enough, surely, that the villain struggled to envision a scenario where the hero tried to enlist them over mince pies.

Indeed, as far as the villain could tell, the hero had absolutely nothing to gain by having the villain on their arm.

The hero’s head tilted at the question. “Because I think it would be nice?”

“I’m not nice.”

“Well, no. But it would be nice to spend more time with you. But only—”

“—Only if I want to,” the villain finished.

The hero’s blush deepened. It was possibly one of the most adorable things that the villain had ever seen. Still, the hero stood their ground and waited for an answer, arms folded grumpily against their own overly expressive face.

“Yeah,” the villain said, smothering a smile. “Okay. Sounds…nice.” They kept their voice light. Casual. Their heart hammered in their chest, giving an almost painful squeeze at the bright grin that shamelessly crossed the hero’s face.

“Yeah?” The hero raised their eyebrows. “Nice.”

The villain snorted.

The hero’s grin grew, delighted. “I’ll pick you up at seven? Unless you’d rather meet there?”

“Seven is fine, but I’ll come get you. What address works?”

They made the arrangements, the hero practically fizzing, like they really were looking forward to a night with the villain at their side. No strings attached. It was…well. It was really was so damn nice. There was a rare, warm feeling buzzing in the villain’s chest.

Still.

“You do know you’re going to get hell for turning up with me, don’t you?” the villain asked. “Whatever your reasons.”

“Mm.” The hero made a show of thinking. “I fought a literal mutated snowman last week, but you know what really scares me? Other people’s dumb opinions at the Christmas party.”

The villain found themselves laughing.

“Honestly,” the hero said. “I don’t know how we’ll survive.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“You could get hell for turning up with me. Whatever your reasons.”

“It’s cute that you think anyone other than you dares to give me hell about anything.”

“I could be a terrible, hellish date.”

“Oh yeah?” The villain took a step forward, before they could stop themselves. A belated lightbulb flicked on inside their head. “Is that what you are then? My date?”

“I mean—" The hero’s eyes widened. They floundered. They bit their lip, drawing the villain’s attention immediately, and parties were lame but that mouth was absolutely not. “Only if you want me to be!” the hero said. “We can just go as friends. Long suffering colleagues. I’m not trying to—”

“Oh, no. You’re my date, darling. No taking that back.”

“Oh, thank god.”

That time, the villain utterly failed at smothering a smile.

“Oh, crap. I mean—” The hero scrambled for a more eloquent, less relieved, cooler response. They came up endearingly blank.

“Nice?” the villain offered.

The hero narrowed their eyes, playful. “You’re mocking me. Rude.”

“I would never dream of mocking my date.”

“No?”

“It wouldn’t be very festive of me.”

“Oh, yes. Because you’re such a big fan of festivity and seasonal celebrations.”

The villain blinked, mostly out of surprise that the hero had been paying enough attention to even notice that. Maybe they shouldn’t have been surprised all things considered. The hero was smarter than they let on. “And yet,” they said, “you invited me to a seasonal celebration.”

“Well.” The hero shrugged, mostly managing careless that time. “Limited opportunities to take you out anywhere else. I think people might panic if I just turned up with you for a dinner.”

“We’d be served very quickly. I do tend to clear our restaurants with my presence.”

The hero snorted.

“So what does one do at a peace ball?” the villain asked, voice a murmur.

“There’s food. Drink.” The hero recovered themselves, reaching out and taking the villain’s hand, drawing them a few steps closer, leaving footprints in the snow beginning to coat the roof. Their voice softened too. Liquid caramel. “Dancing.”

“Dancing?”

“You done much of that before?”

“You might have to teach me.”

“Well, we start by you wrapping your arms around me like this…”

The villain might have shivered. The hero might have grinned, humming a made-up tune beneath their breath as they swayed together.

The weeks until the ball flew by.

***

People did stare when the two of them walked in. The villain chose to believe it was because the hero looked absolutely gorgeous, despite their dubious choice of wearing a festive jumper to what was clearly supposed to be a black tie event. The jumper was red and said ‘yule can do it friend’.

Maybe the hero was bold, in their way. The villain definitely thought, in the last few weeks, that they’d underestimated their sometimes-enemy.

There were a lot of people crowded into the city hall venue. Pretty much everyone. The villain abruptly missed their usual peaceful night of strolling around the city, relishing the way that the streets emptied as everyone bundled away to wherever their festivities were.

No panic. No screaming or nervous looks. No chance of some would-be-hero showing up demanding what the hell they were doing.

The hero set a steadying hand on the small of their back, studying their face, and their easy read of the villain’s emotions should have been alarming. It was alarming. It was also…

“You good? Do you want to go and grab a drink?” the hero asked. “What can I get you?”

“I don’t drink in public.”

“They have hot apple juice and hot cocoa too. Some fancy mocktails.”

“You don’t mind that I’m not joining you on the champagne?”

“Why would I?”

Some people, the villain thought privately, minded. They had specific ideas on what a party was supposed to be like and felt judged should the villain deviate from that pre-determined idea. The hero led them through the party, expertly weaving people.

“So?” the hero waggled their eyebrows. “What will it be?”

The villain retreated from the stand with an alcohol-free glass of sparkling. Easy to blend in, even if the taste was nothing special. The two of them watched the room for a while, trying out the various different canapes in the buffet, chatting.

It felt better with the hero at their side. They so obviously knew what they were doing at a party, smoothly carrying conversation with anyone who came over, but not in a way that made it seem like they were schmoozing. It didn’t make the villain’s skin crawl. The hero mainly got excited about and asked for pictures of everyone’s pets. Whenever anyone tried to comment on the fact that the two of them were there together, the hero said cheerily that it was “nice, wasn’t it?”

They’d catch each other’s eyes as whoever it was left. An inside joke. It had been a long time since the villain had been in on an inside joke. With the hero, it was a little thrilling.

Of course, as the evening wore on, there was dancing.

The movements were familiar, after all of the hero’s ‘lessons’ in the lead up to the ball. It made it easy to ignore the rest of the room, and the gaudy tree, and the awkward feeling that they might destroy their reputation for the sake of a party. The hero didn’t care about their reputation, did they? They just did what they wanted to.

“So,” the villain said. “What else does one do on a date?”

The hero’s eyes lit up, better than any fairy-light or candle. They stroked their fingers along the nape of the villain’s neck. The music took the opportunity to change to something slow and intimate, inviting everyone to press a little closer. It should have annoyed the villain, but with the hero in their arms, grinning at them, it couldn’t possibly.

“Well,” the hero made a show of considering. “There’s hand-holding.”

“Indeed.” Their fingers wrapped around each other as they moved.

“And kissing.”

“Ah, kissing,” the villain said. Their gaze dipped, inevitably, to that mouth worth going to parties for. “You might have to teach me.”

“I’m pretty sure you’ve kissed before,” the hero said, amused. “But I’m always happy to provide a refresher.”

“Part of being a good, heroic citizen I imagine. Helping out the needy.”

“Needy, are you?”

The villain opened their mouth. They registered what they said.

“You’re blushing,” the hero said.

“It’s rude to point it out and mock your date.”

“I would never dream of mocking my date,” the hero said. Then, finally, the hero leaned in to kiss them. Sweet, honeyed, and the warm thing in the villain's chest glowed. They dragged the hero closer, wanting more, more, more. The hero laughed with breathless pleasure and nipped at their lips.

The next year, the villain vowed right then, they were taking their hero somewhere private.

[temporarywelcome]

12 Fics of Christmas Day 9 - Kit Walker

"Lucky Man"

Summary: Kit has to work on Christmas Eve.

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This Christmas was awful.

Seated in her tiny apartment she shared with her fiance, Y/N let out a small sigh, eyeing her sad little meal. Some chicken and rice, bland and just as sad as she felt. 

It wasn’t his fault he had to work on Christmas Eve. He needed the job, and couldn’t afford to lose it. If the garage needed him on Christmas Eve out of all days, he had to be there. 

What the hell were those bastards doing on Christmas Eve?

It didn’t matter anyway. What’s done was done, Y/N was stuck alone for Christmas. At least their little apartment was decorated for the occasion with a Christmas tree Kit took the time to wrap up in lights and the two of them adorned in ornaments together. When it was time to put up the star, Kit had placed his large hands on her hips, lifting her up with ease so she could place it, the tip grazing the ceiling.

There were reefs on doors and red covers on the chairs and the couch. Little nutcrackers on the coffee table. The two of them were both equally fond of the holiday season, yet they can’t even celebrate the big night together?

And so when her boss at the diner called her up in need of an extra waitress after one got sick, she thought, what the hell, why not? Why be alone on Christmas when she could join everyone else who was alone on Christmas?

Shrugging on her coat, she slipped on her shoes and grabbed her keys, just as she heard the front door unlock. 

“I’m home!” Kit called, and within seconds he was being attacked, her arms going around his neck as she toppled onto him. 

“Kit!” Y/N exclaimed, giggling as his arms went around her waist to steady her, “You’re back early!”

He grinned, pressing a quick kiss to her lips before replying, “Yes, I couldn’t pass up on Christmas Eve with my suga’ now, could I?”

“This is wonderful! Dinner isn’t much, I wasn’t expecting-” she paused, “Oh, Kit, I already accepted a shift at the diner!” Just saying it made her want to burst into tears. Of course, she had to be the one to ruin everything. “I’m sorry, I-”

“Hey,” he cupped her cheeks, smiling gently, “No need to apologize, you didn’t know.” he quickly swiped at a tear that slipped from her, “...You know, I could go for a nice burger.” 

Her eyes lit up at his implication, “You’re gonna go to the diner too?” 

“Of course I am, suga’, I ain’t gonna spend Christmas Eve without’cha,” 

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“One steak with mashed potatoes for you, Mr. Greene,” she chirped, placing the plate of fresh food in front of the sweet old man. 

“Thank you, dear,” he replied with a smile, eagerly digging in with his fork and knife. 

“Of course, sir!” she flashed a smile, before moving on to the next man, “And a burger with fries for you, Mr. Walker,”

“Why thank you, beautiful,” a smirk formed on Kit’s face. He loved watching her interact with the customers, especially the old folk. How did he find such a sweet woman? “You single?”

A giggle left her lips as she leaned against the counter, resting her chin on her hands, “I’m not, my apologies. I have a very handsome man waiting for me once this shift is over,” 

He laughed, shaking his head, “Damn, what a lucky man,”

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Once I'm done with this lil' series I swear I'll write quality fics again lmao Tags: @envy-of-greed @bohnerrific69 @loveofcherry

[l00rem]

Amethio’s family rambles

spoilers below the cut

Now that we have confirmation on Crave being Amethio’s father, I’ve been thinking a lot about what this means in regard to the rest of his family. I don’t think Crave is supposed to be Gibeon’s bio child, which means it was most likely amethio’s mother instead which is pretty interesting considering she’s yet to even be mentioned.

My guess atm is that she died at some point, perhaps on a mission if she was gibeon’s child, and the grief left in the aftermath of her death is what lead to the rift between amethio and crave. I don’t think Crave doesn’t care about amethio even if him not even bothering to look at him was very cold, i think he just doesn’t want to show any interest in regards to amethio working with explorers. Definitely not the best way to convey that and amethio clearly doesn’t understand his intentions but welcome to pokemon horizons where none of the parents know how to properly communicate with their children lmao

Being in such a high position, I can only guess that Crave would’ve been pretty busy throughout all amethio’s life- there was still love there and they were closer than they are now, but I think amethio was always closer with his mother.

As to how this leads to amethio joining explorers and seeming cold towards his dad, my guess is amethio’s way of coping with his grief was to continue her work and pick up the will gibeon had bestowed upon her. Everything amethio does is still for gibeon and his approval, but there could be an extra layer of also wanting to uphold his mothers memory by filling the hole she left. Both Amethio’s pokemon have some association with death (a ghost and a raven) paired with their knightly themes I think it supports the idea that amethio is fighting in a way to remember the dead. But maybe how she died in the first place was on a mission, so Crave would be very understandably against his son going on said missions and wants to sway him away from explorers. I’m still pretty confused with the whole Exceed stuff tbh, maybe amethio thought that Crave should’ve left his job and joined explorers to continue his mothers work like amethio chose to? It does make me think about how amethio dismissed cap at first for being a cuter pokemon, now that we know his dads main pokemon was a chinchino.

This is leaning more into Liko and Amethio parallels for this part, but I wonder if Crave had amethio sent to a boarding school after amemom died? He knew he’d still be busy with work and unable to give his son the attention he needs during a hard time like this, so perhaps he thought sending amethio to a new environment where he can make friends would be for the best. But then from ames pov this was more like abandonment, that he couldn’t be bothered to make time for him and so had him sent away…

Maybe this is where Gibeon would’ve intercepted, taking amethio in and instead trying to fill the void his mothers death created by giving him a purpose? I could definitely see him taking advantage of amethio’s grief and turning him against Crave, maybe manipulating amethio into thinking Crave didn’t care about ames mom and wants to make him just forget about her. Maybe that purple crystal boetie amethio wears was passed down from Gibeon to his daughter, and then either she gave it to amethio or gibeon gave it to him after she passed… even more of a reason for him to treasure it

There is one line that’s been recontextualised a lot now and the implications are really interesting.

Most people assumed that this line referred to amethio’s dad, but now we can assume crave isn’t gibeons bio child it makes me wonder if this line was actually about amethio’s mother? Maybe it’s just me, but I think it’s really weird to have a set out path for your child in law- especially considering crave hasn’t necessarily betrayed gibeon and works under him. I wonder if Amethio’s mother used to be subservient to Gibeon, but after meeting Crave and having Amethio she started to develop her own interests and no longer wanted to exist just to follow her fathers orders… we don’t have enough to go off of right now to fully speculate stuff in regards to her, but maybe we’ll get to see her by the end of this arc through a picture or a flashback. I honestly didn’t think she’d be massively important to amethio’s story given how she’s yet to be mentioned, but perhaps that’s because talking about her is still too much of a painful topic for Amethio (baby just misses his mom :(( )

That’s most of my thoughts anyway. Whilst it does seem easy to hate Crave from that scene I think there’s a lot of nuance going on there and we shouldn’t jump to conclusions on his parenting. Gibeon’s probably the problem, because he always is let’s be honest lol. He and Amethio will reconcile by the end I’m sure, they just need to be in a better place to talk about their feelings.

[dewdropdinosaur]

Smutmas Day 12 - Fleece Navidad

Lucifer x Reader Summary: When you get a gag gift, expecting a little prank to not go far, Lucifer reminds you that every action has consequences. Especially placing mistletoe on your pants. Warnings: Oral sex, use of pet names (ducky) in sexual context, dom/sub dynamics, P in V implied, etc. MDNI, 18+. You're responsible for your own media consumption. Requested by @nayomi247 ENJOY

The holiday season in Hell was hardly a time for joy—at least, that’s what Lucifer Morningstar believed. His realm was a swirling pit of chaos and torment, and Christmas cheer seemed about as out of place as an angel in a dive bar. But this year, something was different. 

That something was you.

The two of you had been together for only a few months, but your presence in Lucifer’s life had already started to stir long-dormant feelings in his blackened heart. Mischief had always been his forte, but you brought back the kind of playful spark that even the King of Hell couldn’t conjure on his own.

So, when Christmas rolled around, you decided to surprise him with a gift that matched his cheeky personality. Wrapped in glossy crimson paper, it was an offering you hoped would make him laugh—and maybe blush just a little. 

“Dove,” Lucifer hestitantly spoken as you handed him the gift, his golden eyes glittering with curiosity, “I hope this isn’t an exploding pie like last time…” 

“Open it and see,” you teased, your grin as mischievous as his could be.

Lucifer untied the ribbon with a flick of his elegant fingers, peeling back the wrapping to reveal… a pair of pants. Not just any pants—pants adorned with a piece of mistletoe right above…oh.

He raised an impeccably arched brow, the corner of his lips curling into a smirk. “Mistletoe, my dear? Are you trying to bait me? And by the way, these are women’s pants.”

You laughed, crossing your arms. “Oh I know, Luci. They are, let’s say, for both of us to enjoy. But you’ll have to figure out the rules of the game.”

The next day, you wore the mistletoe pants for the first time, striding into Lucifer’s grand parlor with an air of nonchalance. You were greeted by the sight of him lounging on his throne-like armchair, a glass of red wine in hand. His usual elegance was offset by the flicker of mischief that lit up his eyes the moment he spotted your outfit.

“Ah, dove,” he purred, setting his glass down. “I see you’ve decided to wear the Christmas present. Should I suggest this means you’re ready for the consequences?”

You tilted your head in mock confusion. “Consequences? I don’t remember mentioning any.”

Lucifer stood, the tails of his crimson coat swishing as he closed the distance between you. “Oh, my dear, mistletoe is meant to encourage kisses. And since your pants are practically dripping with it, I’m afraid you’re at risk of being kissed… constantly.”

Before you could respond, Lucifer leaned down, brushing a quick kiss against your cheek. And then a kiss to your nose. Your other cheek, your forehead, your lips. Your neck, your collarbone, starting to trail their way down. At first, your attempt at laughter and swatting him away was futile. But as he kept kissing, your body started to come alight with heat, core starting to ache and realize the wonderful implications of your boyfriend’s actions.

“That’s cheating!” you protested, though it was half-hearted. Allowing yourself to fall back into the arm chair, spread before him. The only thing in the way? Those damn pants.

“Not at all,” he countered, his grin widening. “I’m simply following the rules of your festive little prank.”

Placing your legs on his shoulders, the King of Hell sank to his knees. In one swift motion, he pulled down your pants to reveal the lacy black panties underneath…and the growing wet spot in their center. Inhaling softly, savoring the scent of your arousal, his hands came to play with your folds through the material. Allowing you only bits and pieces of glorious friction between you, the fabric, and the fingers you so desperately wanted inside you. 

Leaning down, he left small kitten licks onto the fabric, though grew tired of being deprived from the source. Using his clawed finger, he ripped the material in half, ellicting a gasp from you. Only to replace it with a loud moan the moment his tongue hit your folds at a ravenous pace. Eating you out like a man starved. Every so often, his gaze peers up, taking in your appearance. The way sweat clings to your neck or how your chest rises and falls with each pornographic moans that leaves your lips when he sucks on your clit just right. 

You couldn’t help but buck your hips into his face, hands flying up and tightening on the roots of his golden locks. His tongue only devles deeper and youou could feel yourself starting to shake, that familar tension building once more as your orgasm rapidly approaches. Feeling the tension build, the coil in your stomach snaps as you cry out in pleasure, fingers curling hard around the ends of his hair. 

Pulling back, face covered in yoru cum and a devilish smirk on his face, Lucifer speaks in a hoarse but dominant tone. 

“Wanna see where else you can place that mistletoe, ducky?”

[northwestofinsanity]

I forgot I still hadn’t posted the last couple of pictures from this set I was slowly releasing last Spring… I am the *worst*. Oh well.

More images of 1978 debut era Squeeze. I am salty as heck that the watermark on the left picture is over Chris’ face when a watermarked version is the only one I can find to begin with, but there’s some priceless shenanigans going on in the background

[twinstxrs]

so much happened in this whole episode but i’m still on fig infiltrating ruben’s dream, making it look like the place where his friend was murdered, and then disguising herself as kipperlilly & repeatedly saying different variants of “somebody needs to take the fall for this, and it’s not going to be me. it’s going to be you.” while adaine as the elven oracle shows up next to her. can you imagine waking up from that, the idea of a horrible truth being pinned on you by your friend to save her own skin while the personification of fate and destiny stands there, almost as a promise that this is GOING to happen to you. we don’t even know if this kid is guilty. my god.

[turtleblogatlast]

[ cw: death mention / sibling death mention / isolation / ]

Thinking about how Leo’s portal and teleportation powers have both directly (and in one instance, indirectly) been the cause of him being separated from his brothers at least four times now.

There’s that time in Portal Jacked, where his inexperience leads to his portal being messed with and his brothers ending up in Tahiti.

There’s the Bad Timeline, where Leo’s portaling led to them losing the Key, therefore indirectly leading to the apocalypse and in turn, ending with Leo being the last of his brothers alive (though just for a few minutes.)

There’s him teleporting him and Krang into the Prison Dimension, cutting him off from his family so wholly that the only way to fix this was a literal mystic miracle.

Then there’s the comic, where Leo’s powers act up again and make him lose months of time completely isolated from everyone and everything he knows.

Just, looking at all of this, it’s like the universe gave him the powers of distance on purpose to test him (and his bros), literally seeing if they can overcome unimaginable space and still make it back together. Imagine if it doesn’t stop here, and Leo has to learn to either deal with the occasional complete isolation or deal with time travelers coming back to stop some terrible event his powers (whether directly or indirectly) have caused, events that always lead to separation in some way, shape, or form.

It’s worth noting, too, that his portals often led to accidental separation, but his teleportation was the one power of his that was used to isolate himself on purpose…and was also the one that in any other scenario would have been the most permanent.

[theatre-apocalypse]

Sharing my “Paul has MDD” propaganda.

[alexiethymia]

Yor Briar, Yor, and Yor-san

I was reading an excellent post about the nuance in the original japanese and now I thought I’d take a crack at what this means for Loid (although other people have already made an excellent analysis on this).

Loid has only called her Yor Briar in the beginning and when he was suspecting her of playing him. But Fiona’s insistence on her full name, Yor Briar, and her notice of Loid’s seemingly stubborn refusal to use it seems to me that Loid had always previously referred to assets by their full name. It could also be pragmatic in that he knows Fiona wants the ‘role’ of his wife hence her stubborn insistence of using Yor’s maiden name, so he uses Yor-san to counter Fiona’s way of delegitimizing Yor’s role. But I don’t think Loid can sense the real reason for Fiona’s insistence, so while in his view Fiona may be acting unprofessionally, generally speaking, I think Loid would be the one acting unprofessionally in constantly using ‘Yor-san’ to refer to his ‘wife’ to his WISE colleagues especially if he didn’t use to do that before (which yeah it’s hard to imagine him addressing his other marks that way).

Although the audience knows that Fiona is acting far from being professional, with Loid’s limited knowledge of her feelings, wouldn’t she actually have a point in referring to Yor as YOR BRIAR in a working setting? Because isn’t that all she was supposed to be? An asset or a tool? And yet Loid seems annoyed by that and insists on humanizing her by calling her, Yor-san.

Now someone might say, that’s nothing to make a big deal about. It would have been a big deal had he referred to her as ‘just’ Yor without the honorific. Because using someone’s name without honorifics is supposed to connote a deeper sort of intimacy. But that’s the thing. It would have been a forced intimacy for show. ‘Yor’ is his mode of address when he’s putting on a show of being a loving husband, complete with that <fake> Loid Forger voice. Yor is what he calls her around her colleagues or his colleagues (Nightfall undercover as Fiona at the hospital) to present how they’re a completely ordinary, close and loving family. In a way, it’s a subtle cue to Yor as well that they’re in ‘family’ mode now or ‘husband-and-wife’ mode. Yor denotes her as being a mask.

Which is actually why Yor-san is perfect. If Yor Briar is her as an asset, Yor is her as a mask, then Yor-san is her as a partner. He’s used women to get to his goal before. The only thing different now is Anya and the fact that on some level he is also working together with Yor. Had he actually succeeded in his first honeytrap attempt with Yor when he thought she had fallen in love with him, I imagine that he might have started treating Yor the same way he did his other assets before. But thank goodness it didn’t succeed, and in my view, he ended up falling into the trap instead.

Yor-san is perfect because it parallels the way Yor calls him. It’s perfect because it conveys the perfect level of intimacy. They’re not actually a lovey-dovey couple as ‘Yor’ would imply, but unfortunately for Nightfall, she’s also not just ‘YOR BRIAR’ another tool to him. It’s perfect because it conveys respect which Loid has a healthy amount of for Yor. If he can help it, he doesn’t like using her. And Nightfall is right to be worried that this comfortable mode of address of Loid’s is bleeding over to Twilight as if to blur the two. Loid is supposed to be an entirely different person or character so what does it mean that Twilight also calls his wife the same way Loid does? ‘Yor-san’ and ‘Loid-san’ are partners in a lot of ways. Yor-san is whom he can let down his guard down around, and someone this perfectionist spy can ask help from and rely on.

So what about Yuri Briar? He doesn’t know the true nature of Yor and Loid’s arrangement. Shouldn’t he be calling her Yor in front of him to keep up the ruse? Again, I think part of it is pragmatic. He doesn’t want to further aggravate the siscon. But especially in light of Chapter 86 and Volume 10’s inner cover, I think (at least unconsciously) it’s because Yuri is family. I notice that Twilight hasn’t even kept up the Loid persona as much in front of Yuri anymore (which tbf can’t blame him cause how do you even react to Yuri) but it’s not as if Yuri is someone to be underestimated. Some way or the other, even if he doesn’t fully realize it, I think Twilight is starting to treat Yuri like how Yor treats him or at the very least he can’t treat him like any other enemy or bystander because he’s someone important to Yor. Which again as CH 86 would show, Fiona has already noticed, and Twilight himself is angry at himself about. I don’t think Twilight has realized any sort of feelings for Yor yet, but I guess to Fiona, his mode of address for her is and has always been telling.

It’s actually interesting to think that perhaps it’s when he’s calling her ‘Yor-san’ that he’s most like himself - like Loid, Twilight and the boy before there was Twilight all at once - with her.

[rooolt]

television shows should not make one off jokes about character possibly being autistic, not because it’s in poor taste or anything, but because it invites speculation on an alternate, better show in which that person’s autism was actually focused on as an important aspect of their character and something integral to their arc and development throughout the series

[conquerthenight]

I love how the Rebecca fandom has collectively chosen to forget that Mrs. Danvers canonically pretty much raised Rebecca and was implied to have a bigger age gap with her than in fanon.

TW: discussion of possible csa in the tags

[alpinelogy]

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[verysleepyfrog]

Things I Like About Papa (Doki Doki Literature Club! special poem) // Gomenne Gomenne (Kikuo)

[kinokoshoujoart]

currebt events have reminded me that i forgot to update about a very heartbreaking devastating development

i’ve been getting Slapped Silly for apparently posting actual genitalia on my twitter dot com. but it’s just. a direct screenshot of an all ages farming sim. i even censored it the second time and i STILL got slapped!!!!

completely real extremely human carefully reviewed my appeal and determined Nope Still Porn Bozo

[extravagantliar]

me tapping they could make a religion out of this sign while watching desperate housewives

[baby-girl-aaron-dessner]

It’s been nice to exit the Swiftie fandom (cult) and enter the HOTD fandom (cool cult).