#I'm sorry it's such low quality and that it has text on it but I'm a very basic gif maker haha

[riddlerosehearts]

god i love how the twst novel characterizes trey and particularly what it does with his enabling of riddle's tyranny, how it uses this aspect of trey as a parallel to yuuya's intense anxiety and fear of confrontation and uses both of their characters to emphasize the consequences of avoiding conflict, and how you have to overcome that fear in order to do what's right, it's so fascinating to me and since i'm sure there are a lot of fans who haven't read the novel i wanna talk about it.

see, yuuya is written as someone who is so, so afraid of conflict that he doesn't let himself get close to anyone or even have any hobbies--he says he doesn't want to risk fighting with friends over a difference of opinion, and he's also afraid of finding something he's so passionate about that he doesn't want to let go of it, and having to fight to protect it. he practically avoids really living because he's just too scared of having to deal with any potential confrontation. throughout the novel there are times when yuuya wants to tell ace and deuce to stop fighting but can't get himself to say anything, and times when they ask him for his opinion but he avoids giving it so he won't have to upset anyone by picking a side. even when ace starts telling riddle off and calling him a tyrant at the unbirthday party, and everyone else is saying that ace is wrong, yuuya just stands there and does nothing--he knows he should have his friend's back but he freezes up, too terrified to speak.

and then trey... this will probably get a little long, so i'll put it under a read more, but oh, trey.

in book 1 of the game, when riddle has some poor student collared for not wearing pink to feed the flamingos, he tells trey and cater to escort the student away and they both just say "yes housewarden" and do it. in the novel, we have this additional moment:

notice how trey does not say this is okay, but he also doesn't exactly say it isn't. he doesn't really share an opinion on the situation at all, he just says there's nothing he can do, and then thinks to himself that he can't afford to think about it, can't risk letting riddle be pushed over the edge.

this is when ace, deuce, yuu, and grim then come in to ask trey about his friendship with riddle. in the game, grim asks him why he hasn't told riddle off already, given that he's the older of the two, and trey states that he doesn't think the situation calls for it because "these sorts of strict rules are what created riddle". but in the novel, it's deuce who asks trey "i know you're the vice housewarden, but you're older than riddle, right? wouldn't the housewarden listen to his elder?", and the way trey's response goes is a little different, with grim saying he must be scared of riddle and trey once again (well, twice actually) saying that he can't do anything about the situation:

he tells the rest of the group all about how riddle's parents are famous magical healers, how his mother planned out every single aspect of his life for him, how he obeyed every rule she set and had his signature spell mastered by age 10, and how riddle genuinely believes that the enforcement of strict rules is a service to his dorm members and he sees the violation of those rules as an inexcusable offense. grim wonders why this is and yuuya realizes the following, which is also a perfect explanation of why trey believes that standing up to riddle about his overly strict attitude would be rejecting him: "if riddle accepts that rules can be broken, then that's basically a rejection of his own self. because he was created by rules".

in both the game and the novel, trey then mentions that he knows how hard riddle's life has been and says he just can't bring himself to hold riddle's way of doing things against him, to which ace responds by telling him "so it's YOUR fault riddle is like this". but in the novel, yuuya is surprised because he didn't think trey bore any responsibility, and trey's response to the question of "you always thought what his parents did to him was wrong, didn't you?" is described like this:

it's very similar to the various descriptions throughout the book of yuuya desperately wanting to speak up but being unable to get the words out whenever there's any sign of conflict. clearly trey, like yuuya, is afraid, not necessarily of riddle himself but of having to hurt his friend by telling him he's doing something wrong, and in the novel ace calls him out on that:

(the dialogue at this part of the game is largely the same, but the sentences between "that's pathetic" and "you guys are supposed to be friends" are brand new).

and then, trey's response, or lack thereof is very telling:

what ace says to trey here even prompts yuuya to apologize to ace for not standing up for him before, because he empathizes with trey. he understands trey's inability to stop riddle, his fear of rocking the boat, the desire to avoid causing a conflict and upsetting his friend no matter what else happens, because it's exactly what he's been afraid of for his whole life. and as a result yuuya feels ashamed of himself and believes that ace was right to push trey the way he did. in response, ace tells yuuya that it's okay for him to not want to force himself into fights because, unlike trey, at least yuuya will tell ace if he thinks he's wrong.

but that's not enough for yuuya, who decides that he has to finally, finally stand up for ace and deuce when riddle has them collared and everyone is cheering for riddle during the duel. he walks right through the crowd and tells riddle that he doesn't even care who's wrong or right, he just wants the fighting to stop. it's a simple thing, but it's such a difficult step for him to take.

for trey, we know how this goes--just like in the game, he intervenes when riddle summons rose bushes to attack ace, because seeing his friend almost become a murderer is where he draws the line. in the novel, he also tells riddle that if this doesn't stop he'll only end up more and more alone. he reaches his hand out to his friend and tries to urge him to calm down.

of course, none of this goes the way either of them expected, and in the novel cater tries to get yuuya to agree that they should run from the danger of fighting riddle, but neither he nor trey will yield. so all of our main heartslabyul boys and ramshackle join together to find a way to win. and right after trey uses his magic to save cater from riddle, we get this dialogue:

and while what trey says after riddle escapes from his overblot state is basically the same as it is in the game, i think the description of his actions here is lovely:

and it may seem like a simple thing, to just be honest with a friend, but it's such a big step for trey to finally take with riddle, after spending so much time enabling his harmful behavior out of an incredibly flawed sense of loyalty toward him.

in the end, yuuya realizes that his way of living, spending his life stubbornly avoiding confrontation, had kept him from being able to make friends. similarly trey being so afraid of upsetting riddle that he hid his true feelings and let him do whatever he wanted, kept him from being able to be a true friend to him. they both learn to finally be brave enough to take action and to be honest with themselves and others, but yuuya mainly needed to learn the value of standing up for your friends while trey had to learn how important it is to stand up to them when necessary.

yuuya also says, after ace and deuce call him stubborn and opinionated, that he may have just hated bending his own principles more than he wanted to have friends, which i find really interesting because essentially part of yuuya's arc is to stop avoiding forming relationships with others for the sake of his principles, because true friends will have each other's backs even if they don't always agree on everything. and then part of trey's arc is to stop bending his principles for the sake of his relationship with riddle, because true loyalty goes hand-in-hand with honesty. and while i feel like you could figure a lot of this out about trey just by reading between the lines a bit in-game, i love how the novel really brings it to the forefront by making their arcs parallel each other like this.

[sergeantjessi]

about angels, demons, and dancing.

(1x04 // 2x05)

[abxssalwrites]

sweet like cherry wine

you taste delicious... come...! just a little more...!~

₊˚✩WORD COUNT: 4.3k

₊˚✩ SYNOPSIS: you had a long day at work, but vampire sylus knows just how to fix that.

₊˚✩PAIRING: vampire!sylus x mc/reader

₊˚✩WARNINGS!: 18+ ONLY MDNI, smut/sex, minimum plot with porn, blood, biting/marking kink, gentle to slightly rough breeding, sylus and his huge cock, stomach bulging because he's so big, missionary, riding, cunilingus (ofc no biting 🐱), but biting your thighs every so often, squirting, consent king, don't worry he closes all bite wounds, possible grammar issues

₊˚✩A/N: tada! my magnus opus! I've been on and off this for what feels like forever. I've been wanting to finish it for a while and I finally did! I REALLY hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! More will be in the future! Enjoy!

₊˚✩ABXSSAL₊˚✩

cherries never tasted so good before. at least, not until he met you.

Like a nightly ritual, you found yourself waltzing into your vampire's room after a long day of work. Your limbs are exhausted, and everything in your mind is telling you to go lay down and rest. But Sylus, he had missed the sweet taste of your blood all day; how could you just leave him without so much as a sip?

Sitting on his luxurious bed, you find him, covered by his crimson and black robe. His eyes dart up from the book he's reading, something akin to desire settling in his chest. He smiles and closes his book, swinging his legs off the bed and standing up, pushing his reading glasses up with a finger. "Kitten," He addresses, the pet name he has always and will forever use for you sounding so sweet in your ears. He closes the distance between you both, his hands moving to snake around your waist.

"You didn't text me you were on the way." He whispers, giving you a gentle hug with his muscular arms, almost as if he can sense your tiredness and need for comfort. "Sorry," you apologize, your head resting against his chest. You can hear his slow heartbeats, a sound that always seemed to ground you and keep you in the moment. A low chuckle emits from his throat, he's not at all upset with you in any way.

"You've had a rough day, I can tell." His hand rubs the small of your back slowly as he glances down at you. "Do you need me to take care of anyone today, sweetie?" He was always willing to "take care" of whoever made your day tougher. You always deny him, since you know how... intense he can be when it comes to you.

You can already tell he's holding himself back from asking for a drink of your blood. He doesn't want to make you faint if you're tired. The look in his red eyes says it all, and you reach up to hold his cheek. "No. I'm okay." You begin, rubbing his cheek with your thumb. "Are you hungry? You didn't have a chance to feed from me today since I left early for work." You ask him, your eyes boring into his.

"I don't want to feed from you if you're tired. That'll only wear you out more, kitten." He says, though he desperately wants some of your blood. Your blood was like liquor to him, easy to get drunk on. You know he wants it. And you know that if you do faint, he'll take care of you properly.

"Sylus, I'd rather faint from exhaustion instead of dealing with you feral." A bit of sass is in your tone, and Sylus can't help but chuckle. He'd prefer that as well. Considering when he's feral... he's... well, that's a story for a different time.

"Go sit on the bed, then. I'll take care of you." Sylus says, leaning down to press a gentle kiss against your forehead before releasing you. His hands linger on your waist before he walks off to prepare a cool head towel and whatnot for you in case you did decide to go unconscious on him.

Your legs suddenly ache as you make to the bed. You lay and sprawl out on the bed and you practically sink into the soft, high-quality mattress. You stare up at the ceiling- your mind reeling with today's events as you awaited Sylus' return. You didn't know why this day was so tiring. It just felt like any other day, but you just seemed so bummed and exhausted.

"You're worrying me, sweetie." Sylus' voice brings you out of your thoughts. You sit up and prop yourself on your elbows as you watch him stride to your side with an ice pack, a towel, and some water. "You can tell me if someone's bothered you. I can deal with them for you." He insists once more, coming to sit by your side on the bed. You can't help but giggle at this. In a way, it's sweet. He's looking out for you. But you'd prefer if he didn't get himself in trouble just for you.

"There's no one you need to take care of, Sylus." You tell him, shifting towards him. "Well. You can take care of me, though."

You find yourself crawling into his lap, sitting and fitting nicely into him. His large body could cover you, smother you, and that honestly didn't seem too bad right about now. He wraps his arms around your waist, holding you so you don't move away.

"What do you need, then?" He asked, his voice smooth and bordering the line of seductive. You swear you feel some of your tiredness leave when you realize how good he looks right now. In his robe, his glasses resting on his nose, the dim light shining on his face, his crimson eyes almost seemed to glow. This position didn't help either.

"I need you." You respond almost desperately. "You'll make me feel better, won't you?" Your eyes bore into his, and he smirks, resisting the urge to lick his lips. "Of course I will. But. You promised me a drink first." He whispers, leaning in towards your neck. Your scent alone nearly drives him up a wall. He can hear every pulse that throbs through your neck, your heart beating just a bit quicker than normal. His breath flows against your neck and you shiver, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

Slowly, as if prepping his meal, he carefully presses gentle kisses onto your neck, his lips warm. Then, after finding his favorite spot on your neck, he slowly licks and sucks at the skin, feeling every shiver go down your spine as he sinks his canines into you. You gasp, and as many times as he's done this, it's always surprised you. The feeling of him sucking your blood, the faint groans he releases- it feels like every sense of yours is active. It feels... so damn good. "A-Ah...!" Your back arches a bit, God, you can't help it. He's not drinking fast enough for it to be painful. Sylus was hungry, you knew that. But he was making it enjoyable for you as well- not draining you off jump. He likes to savor your taste.

You find a wave of arousal coursing through you. Your hands grip his shoulders as you struggle to resist the urge to start grinding on him. Your body betrays you, and you mindlessly start to move your hips around, trying to gain some kind of friction to help this ache. Sylus hums lowly when he feels your need go through your body. Your heartbeat drums loudly in his ears, only making him want to drink more from you. But now that he sees he's made you aroused, he wants to make sure you're conscious enough for intimacy.

He slowly pulls his canines from your neck, a shaky breath escaping him. Fuck, he thinks. You taste so good, so sweet. The normally metallic taste of blood tastes like a sweet liquor on his taste buds; it was safe to say he felt a little intoxicated off of it right now. Despite this, he makes sure to close the wound on your neck, licking up all stray blood left behind. Another soft moan leaves you, and you mumble his name quietly.

When Sylus pulls away from your neck, his eyes are lidded behind his glasses. He swipes away some blood left on his lips, licking it off his fingers slowly while maintaining eye contact with you. "Sweet as always," He purrs, his eyes flicking between yours and your lips. He wanted to kiss you. And you wanted to as well. Arousal settled in your core- your panties are steadily getting soaked. You're not even out of your hunter uniform yet. How naughty.

Sylus leans in to push a passionate kiss against your lips. You can taste your blood on his tongue, the metallic taste making this kiss all the more intense. His hands hold you by the waist, and this is when you've noticed his nails are freshly clipped down. Normally you'd feel those small crescents sinking into your hips, but now they feel absent.

"I can feel how aroused you are, kitten. Your little heartbeat... it's so loud. You're practically shaking." Sylus whispers between the kiss, his hands trailing up and down your waist slowly. You pout a little, not actually upset but feigning it. "You only bit me so sensually..." Your response is needy, greedy for more. You needed him, needed him to satiate this arousal. Make you feel better. You knew he would. You just didn't want to be teased much longer.

Sylus seems to understand your quiet plea. He stands up and flips you down onto the bed, laying you on your back. "The day has just been too hard on you," He says, his hands moving to undo your uniform pants, sliding them off with ease to reveal your soaked panties. The sight makes him smirk, and he licks his lips like a predator. He wants all of you bare, so he also takes off your top, leaving you in just your underwear now. Your uniform discarded to the floor, Sylus has all of you now. "Let me make it all better." He spreads your legs and brings you to the edge of the bed, while he kneels down between them. This was his second favorite place to be.

His hands tease your thighs, slow caresses from his fingers making you ache. His lips meet your inner thigh, kisses and soft bites making you tremble. You throw your head back at his actions- and when you look back down at him, he's making eye contact with you, looking so attractive between your legs, biting and worshipping your body. You're sure he's marked up your thighs nearly 10 times already. Your legs feel tender, you feel like this alone could make you come, he's so close to your cunt, but avoiding it so he can see how wet you'll get for him.

"Sy~ fuck... please." You whisper, putting a hand on his head, silver strands of his hair tangling between your fingers. He raises a brow and smirks, a hand moving to rub your pussy through your panties. You're so slick, your juices have already gotten on his fingers. "What a needy little kitten. So wet," His finger hooks and pulls your panties down your shivering legs, his breath hitting your slit and making you gasp. Fuck, don't cum just like this. He hasn't even done anything yet. You just felt so sensitive.

Two of Sylus' fingers rub over your slit, slowly, painfully slow circles that make your legs close around him instinctively. You're going to go insane if he doesn't just eat you out or insert a finger. You can't take any more teasing, you can't take-

Right as your mind thinks he's going to keep on teasing you, you feel his tongue slip inside of you, and you nearly cum on the spot. His mouth is so warm as he sucks and licks on your dripping cunt. "Fuck...!" You cry out, the pleasure wrecking your body. Your grip in his hair tightens, your hips thrusting up a bit as your body refuses to stay still.

The bottom half of Sylus' face is hidden between your legs. You can make out his eyes peering up at you every time you looked down at him. You craved this man as much as he craved you in this moment.

His tongue swirled around your sensitive clit, the squelches reminding you just how fucking hot and wet you were right now. One of his arms is loosely hooked around your legs to keep you somewhat still, but your shaking has already gotten so bad. He loves the sounds of your moans; listening to your sweet noises makes his ears turn a shade of sweet red.

His mouth is destroying you, the pleasure wrecking your body. You knew sucking was.... well, what he did best... but god damn. You can't help but leak, and it's not much longer until you're close to the edge. You lean back against the bed, your back arching up. Your grip tightens once more in his hair, and you guide him in the right spots to bring yourself to orgasm; your legs quiver and you moan. "S-Sy...! F-Fuck! R-Right there!"

You've never been one to squirt. But Sylus would be the one to make you do so. The orgasmic bliss makes you squeeze your legs around his head, trapping him in between. You're dripping so much, but Sylus is drinking it all up. He loves it. His tongue helps you ride that orgasm out, and eventually you finally slow down, your legs and body going limp. You release Sylus from your grip.

With a gasp and a soft chuckle, Sylus rises from his kneeling position. His face is a bit drenched in your fluids, but it's mostly his mouth and lower. He gently caresses your legs, watching your twitching form. He's as hard as a rock; his cock pushing uncomfortably in his boxers.

"Kitten," He calls to you, leaning over onto the bed to get to your face. The corners of his lips curl into a smirk. The man caresses your thigh with one hand while the over comes to hold your cheek. Your face is red, and you're still a bit in a haze. Your high has not come down yet. You need more. You need him.

"Look at the mess you've made on me. Come, taste yourself." He whispers to you, turning your head so you could kiss him. Weakly, you return the kiss, trying to cling onto some form of consciousness. "S-Sy." You whisper between kisses, your hands going to his chest, which was a bit slick from your fluids. You shutter and release a needy moan. "Fuck me, please."

Sylus chuckles, pressing a harder kiss in your mouth just to tease you. "That's what you want, sweetie?" He always asked. That's one of the things you loved the most about him. You could be 100% sure and he'd ask to make sure you were 110% sure.

"Yes," You whine. "I'm...f-fuck...!~ I need you so bad..." Need, you're greedy, is what you think. Sylus is just as, if not more, greedy than you. He chuckles, nearly purring. He can feel that burning need and desire in your chest, in your core, in the depths of your soul. He doesn't need to use any kind of power against you. He knows you desire him, and that alone makes him greedy and hungry for you.

Sylus pulls away and stands up. He makes quick work of his robe, slipping it off along with his boxers. You prop yourself up on your elbows to watch him, your eyes darting down to his cock. Damn, you think to yourself. Was he always that big?

He's thick, veiny, and leaking ever so slightly. His tip glistening with a bit of precum, a result from eating you out.

"Do you want to use lube?" Sylus asks while moving a hand to gently stroke his length while he maintains eye contact with you. You nearly scoff. "Sylus..." You say breathlessly. "If you don't put your cock inside of me... right now...."

Sylus has to contain himself. He smirks. "I'm so wet right now that I'm sure... you'll just slip right in." You tell him, and he grasp your legs and drags you towards the edge of the bed where he stands. He puts one of your legs over his shoulder, teasing you ever so slightly by seeing just how big he would be inside of you. His cock rests on your lower half; it goes nearly up to your belly button, the tip just a little below it. You shutter, pant, and consciously reach to touch his shaft. Its slick with his fluids, faintly glistening, throbbing at your touch.

"It's been a while since I've been inside of you," Sylus whispers, leaning over top of you to get close to your face, close to you. "I'll have to stretch you to fit my cock all over again, kitten~" While he was talking all low to you, you feel his tip press into your wet pussy. You let out a involuntary moan as he pushes himself into you slowly. He grunts, some of his silver hair covering his eyes, which are watching your every reaction to his cock.

Sylus pushes himself balls deep inside of you, each inch stretching you out once more. He hasn't even started thrusting yet, and you're shaking. Your glance down to see the bulge his shaft has left inside of you, and you can't resist a moan when he finally starts moving.

One of his hands cradles your hip, while the other, your head. Up close and personal while he watches you delve into the depths of pleasure- pleasure he knows only he can bring you. "Taking me so well," He praises, thumb tracing your cheek before moving to your lips. His pace is steady, calculated. Precisely gentle, not missing a beat.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders to steady yourself, ah, but hell. This feels too good for someone being gentle. You attempt to maintain eye contact, but fail as his cock presses against that sweet spot inside of you, making your toes curl and your head press back into the mattress. "F-Fuck... Sy..." you whimper and tighten, causing Sylus to groan a little. He chuckles, speeding up his rhythmic pace just a bit. While your head is back, he leans into your neck. Oh, how he wants to bite you again. Your heartbeat drums in his ears, bringing him such thrill. It's hard to restrain himself when you're like this.

His lips graze your neck as he presses soft kisses against your flushed skin. His hand on your cheek slithers down to your neck to hold you in place. Your nails begin to slightly dig into his back; you can't help but scratch him up. Especially when his cock feels so good. In return, he nips at your neck with his canines, making you gasp in surprise. Grimacing, you move a hand to the back of his head and encourage him to continue. "Don't be...a-ah... shy~ Bite me again... if you want to." You murmur out, your voice slurred with pleasure.

Sylus grumbles, sinking his fangs into you once more. He told himself he wasn't going to bite you anymore. You were too irresistible, telling him to do it anyways. How could you.

The crimson liquid floats his mouth, making him growl faintly. As you feel your blood being drunk again, you're faintly surprised to notice how tame his pace is still. Even though it's wrecking you, he hasn't sped up. You know his growls say otherwise. He wants to... but he's doing this all for your sake... at least he has to remember that constantly.

"Faster," You whisper in his ear.

Sylus raises his head from your neck. Some sweat beats on his forehead, his hair sticking a little. His ruby reds are lidded, his mouth open in a slight pant. Some blood trails down his chin. "...are you sure, sweetie?" He tilts his head faintly.

"Sylus.... fuck me like you mean it."

And he did.

With a darkened gaze, he props himself on his hands and begins to thrust into you harder, faster. You gasp and moan, shuttering at the chance of pace, even though you asked for it. You're tightening, making him moan. "Stay tight... just like that," He murmurs, grabbing your hips and slamming his hips against your legs. His pace is getting sloppy; you can tell he's losing control of himself just a bit. "F-Fuck...." He refuses to stop watching your face, refuses to stop watching his desirable kitten.

Except when he can't help himself and he decides to make up the other side of your neck he hasn't gotten to yet. With nearly an animalistic hiss, his head dives down to the side of your neck he left untouched. You lean your head to the side and feel him biting, marking, and claiming you. The overwhelming sensations make your legs shake and try and wrap around his middle, but you can't take it. He's hit your prostate so much. You've just realized how close you are. "Fuckfuckfuck, Sy...!"

You're finally able to get your legs closed around him as you come, your body trembling with recoil. Sylus' pace slows a bit, a low hum rumbling from his chest. Feeling your pleasure, hearing it, the pride he gets from it. He licks and sucks at the bite wounds he's left on your neck, raising to meet your eyes again. That signature smirk is on his face. He's nearly drunk off your blood now.

"Ha... that's all you could handle, kitten?" He teases, slowing his pace to a painfully slow rhythm. You huff, trying to catch your breath. You stare up at him and pout, feeling his words as a challenge. The sudden need to prove that you can handle more surges within you.

With all your strength, you switch the position. You force Sylus onto his back on the bed, his red eyes wide for a moment before he realizes what you're about to do. You're about to ride him.

"I can handle... whatever... you give me and more..." You mumble, straddling on top of him. Your hands against his bare chest as you sit on his lap. He licks his lips hungrily, hands going to your waist to hold you steady. "Then show me, kitten. Show me you're not as tired as you say you are."

You reach down and guide Sylus' cock back inside of you. It's still slick, still hard as ever. He hasn't cum yet, you want to make him. Show him what HE can't handle.

You moan and steady yourself with your hands on his chest, while you begin to bounce steadily on his hard shaft. Sylus doesn't even have to do anything to guide you; you're so eager to prove you can handle him. He smirks, his eyes darting from your eyes, to your bouncing tits, and down to where the two of you connect. He can't help but admire your body.

His large hands trail up your waist and to your breasts. With a chuckle, he starts to tease and pinch your nipples, those mounds of flesh easily fit for his large hands. "You're so eager to p-please, kitten." He stutters for a second, throwing his his head back for a moment. You're not giving up, you're riding him like he's a toy meant for your pleasure. The skin on skin noise is so lewd and wet.

"I'll... show you... what you can't handle." You press down on his chest, which you've learned is incredibly sensitive, and attempt to smirk and tease him, but he moves his arms around you instead, pulling you to his chest. His breath is heavier, and you once again feel yourself being bitten. You know for a fact there has to be so many bite marks on your neck. He's moved to your shoulder now, nibbling, biting and sucking with the intent to leave you marked for at least a few days. Your movement becomes fervent, quickly and sloppy. Your legs are already going numb but you can't stop. You're chasing another orgasm and you want Sylus to cum too.

"You'll... cum i-inside me, right?" You mumble into his neck, your body going slightly slack from exhaustion. "Co-Come on... w-want you....to..." Sylus takes control, starting to thrust up into you. His arms around your waist keep you in place, each stroke deep as he pounded you relentlessly as he neared his orgasm. "You want to be full so badly... ha.... I'm starting to believe this was.... all a facade." He grunts and bites down on your mark-ridden shoulder, sinking his canines into you by accident. He was close, you could tell. Sloppy thrusts make you go limp against him, and once you hear him groan and feel his pace slow, you know he finally finished.

You feel him thrust as deep as he can, several, thick ropes of cum flooding your cunt and filling you properly to the brim. It makes you slightly wonder how long he's been pent up. Slightly. Your mind his hazy, and you feel so perfectly used and fucked out. Blood trickles slowly down your shoulder and a bit down your back. You pant slowly in his ear, coming down from your blissful high. You're slowly going to sleep in his embrace.

You feel Sylus licking the wound he just inflicted on your shoulder, the small holes healing nearly instantly. Your eyes flutter and before you know it, you're fast asleep.

By the time you wake up, you're groggy and sore. Though you feel warm; the blanket you're under is... no, it's not just the blanket. Sylus is spooning you from behind, one arm wrapped around your middle. Your legs are mingled with his.

He's fast asleep, his breath slow and steady against your neck. It makes you shiver for a second when you remember what occurred hours earlier. You know he has you marked up, but any major bite wounds feel nearly non-existent now; they've healed, he's made sure of it. There seems to be a slightly damp towel laying next to your head that must've slipped down. The cold towel to help if you fainted from blood loss, he used it anyways. He made sure you were alright‐ cleaned you up and took care of you while you were asleep. How sweet. You never had to doubt if Sylus loved you.

With blood as sweet as the finest cherry wine, you were his love in the perfect flesh.

[promise-of-soup]

Hello, I was wondering if you could do some more ghoul affection headcanons, maybe from Obscuary. Maybe you could do all three of them, of course that’s up to you (I can’t decide on which one😂)

I like the way your write btw🩷

Heya! I'm so sorry it took me so long anon, I know i even answered another ask for a similar thing before this one because I was trying to figure out how to best format it lol, basically, here I shall do Edward and then I will post Rui and Lyca seperately after making a masterlist for all the affection headcanons, I wanted to do it in a format where it's one ghoul per post lolol, so by the time you're reading this one, the other two are also going to be posted :)

Thanks for the request and for your kind words!

* ✦Edward Hart Affection Headcanons *✦

✦Summary: How does Edward show and receive affection? and is it true that he is a bit cringe about both of these things?

✦Tags: Fluff, not inherently romantic but kinda is, non-spesific gender or descriptor for the MC, headcanons

✦Notes: Vampire man

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The question on Darkwick's students' mind is whether or not it is true that vampires are inherently romantic. Just because they are aware of vampires being real doesn't mean they are not pre-disposed to popular media depictions of vampires. In fact, I'd say there's quite a small but vocal fanbase surronding Ed among the general students who find him alluring purely because he is a vampire, but this doesn't override the fact that most people are really scared of him.

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Listen, if you open a dictionary and look for the entry for "clingy" there's just a picture of Edward Hart.

HE IS ON YOU 24/7

If he isn't there physically with you, he's there through the nonstop notifications to your phone.

When you wake up your phone is already blasting notifications, and you open his messages to find pictures that look like this:

and for a man that is on YouTube all the time, it seems like he only has access to a version of the internet that expired in 2016, so he will send you a "new and original meme" he found and it's a low-quality version of a vine from 2013.

YOU BETTER LAUGH AT IT.

He will also send you weird selfies of himself that are really blurry or with strange angles "because you like him" and "I want you to look at me :("

You have to leave your phones behind on missions because you'll be running for your life from a scary anomaly but your phone is vibrating every 0.3 seconds and if you don't answer quickly it goes to 0.1 seconds because he's like "why do you not like me anymore? I miss you :("

When he is there with you, his phone is the last thing on his mind, and he is literally just like, sitting on you.

He is big on physical affection, and finds any and all excuses to have his hands on you, even if it's just the tips of his fingers on your shoulder, he is touching you constantly.

If you try to leave he'll be like "Why? do you not like me?"

For you he will leave his room... To go to your room.

He does not like being outside, so expect to be "kidnapped" (begged nonstop to show up to his room or for him to show up to yours) where you will experience the extreme addition of cuddling, which is just cuddling but you can't leave because you're warm and he's a sad old man so you can't just leave him alone like that.

If you tell him you're hungry or thirsty he will let you go get stuff (and text you after five minutes with a sad cat emoji saying he misses you)

He will then take this as an excuse to flirt with you by insisting on feeding you "because he's cute".

If you're talking to other people he is glued to your back and playing with your arms, and if it takes too long for you to finish the conversation he can sometimes just grow impatient, yawn, and take you away.

Calls you "My love" or "Dear", sometimes "Darling" too

He just likes being around you, whatever that intails lol

Flirts with you CONSTANTLY, doesn't matter if you're just saying hello, on a date with him, hanging out, whatever, whenever, he is flirting with you very blatantly.

You can tell very easily when he is needy or wants more of your attention because he will just whisper in your ear that he is needy and needs your attention - duh.

He communicates VERY WELL. just like, he will say what he wants, good for him lol.

Will give you a flower every once in a while because he "courts" you as well, he doesn't just flirt, he courts: expect old man mannerisms like pulling your chair for you, or buying you two matching outfits, or like, sending you gifs of hearts exploding into glitter with the word "love" rotating around.

"You look good today" and it's every time he sees you.

He always means his compliments, and he will give you lots of them. The only times he doesn't give compliments is when he is blatantly telling you to do something he wants to see you do like "You should wear a more revealing outfit so I can look at you wearing a more revealing outfit" type of thing.

Doesn't wanna see anyone apart from you sometimes, and wants you to agree to just be with him on those days and not let people send messages through you.

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He's very easy to give affection to, all you need is to not care about anything else and basically pay him attention 24/7. He's very high maintenance and needs constant loving or he goes all sad.

When he does all his "I'm a little old man *cough cough" you are legally required to grab him and tell him you're there, and to then take him to his room to make sure he's alright.

Whatever joint or whatever he mentions is hurting at that moment is the place you need to kiss or pet.

"Awww your poor knee," and then just like kiss it briefly, "there, all better now?" and he will nod with a sad pout.

He likes forehead kisses and being called "baby", the combination of the two is lethal

He knows what you think, but he likes when you're honest with him anyways and tell him what you think out loud, he really likes good communication.

I also believe he loves telling stories about his life, and if you sit with him and listen to him, or better, if you ask him a lot of questions, he will be very pleased.

He loves handholding but won't initiate it himself for some reason, so you should hold his hand and he will like it lol

Simple, but responding to his texts as fast as possible is also really key to giving him affection.

As I mentioned, he's another one of the "baby him, he really needs it" line of ghouls, so yeah, baby him, he really needs it

By really needs it I mean that he seems kinda sad about his routine, and if you baby him and act like he's a little helpless creature that needs your love and attention he will be happier and feel seen and loved.

This one is very odd, but he likes if your contact name for him is something special and cute that stands out from the rest, like if everyone else is listed as "Rui-Senpai" or "Lyca-Kun" he would really like to be something like "Baby" or the way I call him lol if you're funnier, "Grandpa Ed", "Ed (insert several heart emojis)"

Also PDA. MASSIVE PDA FAN. Make sure everyone sees you hold his hand or hug him or call him "baby", he loves to make sure you get as much PDA done as possible if not to piss off everyone than just to show you off or feel like you're showing him off.

Likes to lay down and do nothing with you, or if you watch YouTube together and you show him things that were actually posted recently.

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Helloo!! I stumbled on your blog and am obsessed with your writing!!! Love the way you describe and characterize the boys!

Saw that you're open for requests! My J-Hope Concert post-concert depression is so bad 😂😭.

Can I request some headcanons for our sunshine Hoseok?🥺 Maybe some day-in-the-life routine with a partner or boyfriend headcanons like you did for Yoongi and Namjoon? 🥺🥺

Haha basically any Hoseok headcanons that you may have! In spirit of his solo tour whoop!!

Thank youu ❤️💜❤️💜

💌 Reply:

aahh THANK YOU so much for your sweet words!! 💜 I'm so sorry it took me so long to get to this but I hope you made it through that post-concert depression somehow 😭 because same. I just saw the cinema livestream of the final show two days ago and whewww... yeah, it hit hard... ...now that the tour is basically over (except for the encore 👀 ) it felt like the right time to finally sit down and give this to you. I'm super grateful you sent this in and I really hope it's what you imagined, tho it's not as long or detailed as I would’ve liked… (sorry) I’m insanely busy right now (family is exhausting) and the Wi-Fi at our vacation house is actual garbage lol. I’m honestly just glad I managed to upload this at all 😭 feel free to reach out if you want or need any changes... thanks again 💜 – c –🍪

JUNG HOSEOK (J-HOPE) DAILY ROUTINE HEADCANONS  X PARTNER

Pairings: j-hope x (f)reader Rating: G (general) Genre: fluff / romance / slice-of-life Warnings: none

MORNING

“WHAT’S UP, MY BEAUTIFUL WORLD?!”

Wake-Up Time (8:00 AM)

wakes up as if he’s already won a gold medal

alarm blaring “Chicken Noodle Soup” on repeat

flips over with a grin so bright it could power Seoul’s skyline

stretching his arms like a sunflower greeting the sun

first words (before he even opens his eyes):

“Baby, did you sleep as well as me? ’Cause I dreamed of us dancing.”

you’re still snoozing?

he sneaks over to plant a cheeky butterfly kiss on your forehead

dashes to the bathroom humming

Sun Salutation & Stretch (8:05 AM)

pads into the living room for a quick yoga flow

= downward dog → warrior II

and his signature “Hobi Hop” shimmy

you might find him mid-pose

= eyes closed, head bobbing to some unreleased BTS demo playing on low volume

if you join, he high-fives you at the end

crowning you “Yoga Royalty” of the day

Coffee & Breakfast (8:30 AM)

coffee ritual involves a French press

+ frothy oat milk, exactly three pumps of caramel syrup

brings you a matching mug with a smiley face he doodled on a Post-it

“Fuel for the best part of my day.”

breakfast is bright and colorful

he’ll whip up avocado toast topped with scrambled eggs sprinkled in rainbow pepper

blends a strawberry-banana smoothie you can sip together

if you ask for something fancier, he’ll attempt pancakes

dancing around the stove while flipping

expect one or two to land on the floor

he shrugs it off

“Artistic presentation, right?”

DAYTIME

“I GOT DANCE PRACTICE AT 10, BUT I’D TRADE IT FOR A DATE WITH YOU.”

Dance Studio Hours (10:00 AM – 2:00 PM)

his studio is a glass box filled with mirrors, scattered water bottles, and a sonic-boom-level speaker

always blasting the latest hip-hop tracks

texts you mid-choreo

“Lunch break. I need carbs and cuddles. Preferably in that order.”

twirls out of a turn when you arrive

breathless but beaming

drapes his sweat towel around your neck

“Because you deserve a keepsake of my hard work.”

shows you a new choreography

= fast-paced and crisp

has a surprise “love-you” heart shape at the end

he winks

“For you, princess.”

Lunch & Laughter (12:00 PM)

insists on ordering from that rooftop café you both love

= the one with ocean-view bento boxes

teases as you unpack

“Did you pack a fortune cookie? I need answers to life’s mysteries.”

he’s a chatterbox

“Remember that time ARMY mistook me for a ghost?!”

you burst into giggles mid-bite

devours his meal

leaves room to feed you a bite as “quality-control”

stamps you with a peanut-butter kiss on the cheek before you go

“Go conquer your day. I’ll conquer these steps.”

Studio Drop-Ins (3:00 PM)

you come back later?

he’s producing a new solo remix

his workspace is a rainbow of snack wrappers

= Mango Yakult, Chupa Chups, half-eaten chocolate croissant...

you lean against the doorframe?

he spins you around

“Hmmm... rate my beat.”

presses play

it starts with his latest signature whistle

you hum along

he taps his fingers

nods dramatically

shouts

“PERFECT! You heard that first here!”

pulls you into a hug so tight your ribs squeak

“Teamwork makes the Hobi work.”

Afternoon Break (4:00 PM)

drags you for coffee (iced caramel latte, extra whipped cream)

sidewalk café

turns into your personal hype man

will do a mini freestyle rap about how cute you look today

composes a quick “hugbo” (hug + boogie) to your surprise

a street musician plays nearby?

he shimmies over

grabs your hand, and pulls you into a spontaneous two-step

“You’re my dance partner for life, right?”

EVENINGS

“DIVE INTO THE HOBI ZONE: LOUD, BOLD, AND UNFILTERED”

Home-Cooked Dinner (7:00 PM)

his cook mode is serious but fun

he’ll try a new recipe every few days

= from kimchi pizza to rainbow sushi rolls

sometimes it’s “Hobi’s Healthy Bibimbap”

= multicolored veggies, bulgogi marinated to perfection, fried egg that’s just a tad runny

lets you sprinkle the gochujang

“Moderate heat? Or should I call the fire department?”

he grabs your hand while you taste

“Your opinion is the Michelin star of my heart.” (unsure tho, cause I feel like Jin would say that as well )

Game Night & Goofiness (8:00 PM)

challenges you to Mario Kart (after dinner)

it's with a twist

= every lap you win, he does an impromptu victory dance

laughs so loud his voice echoes through the living room when he finally wins by 0.1 seconds

“I am the racing king of the Hobi Republic!”

posts a boomerang of your intense face as you concentrate

captioning it “Love competitor 🎮💜”

Chill Time (9:30 PM)

collapses on the couch

head in your lap

you scroll through Weverse together

he reads fan comments aloud in exaggerated accents (like yk how he mocks ARMY sometimes)

a clip of him dancing goes viral?

he smirks

“That’s my move... memes are just free promotion.”

he reaches for your hand

eyes heavy

“Promise me you’ll always… always keep dancing with me, even when I’m old.”

you lay a gentle kiss on his forehead?

he mumbles

“You’re my forever playlist.”

NIGHTTIME

“TIME TO GLOW UP AND POWER DOWN”

Skincare & Self-Care (10:30 PM)

his 12-step skincare routine rivals a spa day

uses a cleansing oil, foaming wash, vitamin C serum

+ sheet mask with Hope World (you gifted him)

insists you follow along

“Mask up... matching Hobi and [y/n] edition.”

you tease him about having more bottles than the bathroom can hold

he flicks a swatch of moisturizer at you

“Better hue than your face, aren’t I?”

ends with lip balm

“Kiss me goodnight. I need to test the flavor.”

Bedtime (11:30 PM)

hogs both blankets

snuggled up like a warm, buzzy battery

loops your arm through his

pulls you close, half-asleep before lights go out

“You’re the best thing I’ve ever choreographed.”

you catch his gentle smile as he drifts off

he's humming a soft melody you taught him on your first date

mumbles in his sleep

“I love you… more than all my sneakers combined.”

LOVE LANGUAGE

“IF I HAD TO SAY IT, I’D WRITE A SONG INSTEAD.”

Words of Affirmation

can’t resist a good compliment

he hides sticky notes around your apartment

“Your smile slays my hip-hop heart” “You’re brighter than my highlighter.”

you’re stressed?

he texts

“You’ve got this. And if you don’t, I’ll rap you through it.”

drunk confessions (rare but magical)

“My life’s beat drops harder because you exist.”

Acts of Service

knows your coffee order by heart

before you’re even up, he’s at the café window

“One love potion for my muse.”

your laptop’s on the fritz?

he’s already opened a ticket with his gaming PC tech friend

“Priority: Keep my queen online.”

surprises you with embroidered hoodies

“Hobi + [your initials]” for chilly mornings

Physical Touch

build-in hugs

wraps you in a “J-Hope bear hug” whenever you enter a room

“I need my oxygen supply”

tease you a little

random dance lifts in the living room

spinning you like partners in a dream

public exceptions at fansigns

will slip his pinky into yours under the table

“This is for us, my secret handshake.”

Gifts

curates playlists

= “Late Night Vibes by Hobi”

leaves them on random USB drives with “PLAY ME” scrawled in neon

limited-edition sneakers appear on your doorstep with a note

“Train with me, dance date when you break them in.”

a single sunflower left on your pillow

“I saw this and smiled, then thought of you.”

Quality Time

takes you on “Hobi tours” around the city

first stop, your favorite ice cream stand

second stop, a hidden mural perfect for boomerangs

final stop, a rooftop serenade

on lazy Sundays, you’re side by side

he’s editing new tracks while you read

quiet is electric

“Play blindfolded taste-test.”

midnight jamming sessions

you hum a tune?

he builds a beat on the spot

you both laugh at how ridiculous it sounds

SECRETLY SOFT MOMENTS

“CAN’T BELIEVE YOU CAUGHT MY SOGGY SIDE.”

Fallen Asleep in the Middle of a Dance

he conks out on the studio floor after 12 hours of choreography

your concern turns to amusement when he snores to the bassline

you drape a light blanket over him?

he jolts awake

he’s mortified

“I’m so… so sorry, did I snore?!”

you plant a quick kiss on his temple

“Sleep well, best boy.”

he melts

“You’re my safety net.”

Post-Show Adrenaline Crash

he’s buzzing with energy (after solo stage?)

hands shaking, voice trembling from exhilaration

when you meet backstage, he picks you up like a child

spins you around

“Did you see me? Did you hear me? That was for you!”

drops to the bed face-first

you find him half-asleep

clutching your backstage lanyard with your photo on it

you stroke his hair?

he wakes, eyes glossy

“I’m… I’m lucky you stayed.”

EMBARRASSINGLY EARNEST DANCE

“WARNING: CUTENESS OVERLOAD.”

insists he’s “the world’s worst dancer” when out clubbing

the second “That That” drops, he breaks out a 360 spin and moonwalk combo that floors you

breaks into a slow-motion tango while stirring soup in the kitchen

“Cooking requires rhythm, babe.”

you record him

he begs you to delete it

later finds it as your screensaver

slow-dances with you post_Gramym in the hallway of the hotel

humming off-key

“We’re celebrating… my shiny trophy and my shiny love.”

“I NOTICED…” MOMENTS

“DETAILS ARE MY LOVE LETTERS.”

you mention craving mango smoothies at 2 AM

next morning, he shows up with a cooler bag full of them

“Sold out everywhere. Finally found a vendor who’s allergic to me.”

rainy day, he notices you shiver waiting at a bus stop

he sprints past you on his morning jog

tears off his hoodie

drapes it around you

“Free of charge, sunshine heater.”

you talk about your grandmother’s favorite poem?

two days later, he leaves a printed copy on your desk

“Page 3, didn’t want to spoil the ending.”

UNEXPECTED PUBLIC DISPLAY

“PDA? ONLY IF YOU BRING THE SUNSHINE!”

your arm brushes his on stage

he doesn’t let go

squeezes gently

whispers

“You’re my constant.”

ARMY goes wild dissecting the clip

“Why is J-Hope holding…?”

he laughs

“Protective mode: ON.”

stops mid-shop to scoop you into a spin at he mall

dips you

everyone stares

he grins

“Sorry, I’m allergic to standing still.”

he’s posed with other idols during award session

he tilts your chin up with one finger when cameras flash

so your faces are side-by-side

“We’re winning together.”

HOW HE LOVES

Playful Teasing

elbows you whenever you’re “too serious”

lets you smack him back with a pillow

“Game on, J-Hope style.”

Grand Gestures

you mention wanting to learn drums?

he secretly arranges a private lesson

“Free beats for my heartbeat.”

Raw Vulnerability

late at night

after you both are half-asleep

squeezes your hand

“I’m scared… of not being enough. But you make me feel infinite.”

(BONUS) HIGHLIGHT REEL — “THINGS HE SAYS”

“Did someone say breakfast in bed? Because I AM breakfast, baby.” “I need a thousand hugs. Actually, one giant hug. Can you be my blanket?” “Your laughter is my favorite genre of music.” “Why choose coffee when my love can wake you up?” “Promise me you’ll never quit dancing… especially on my heart.”

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😺🛏️💌⛓️ for Tommy, Neil, and Robert

Link to asks sorry this took so long! Wanted to give it my best and work has been crazy

Tommy:

😺 how they eat the pussy:

Eats it like he'd love to drown in you. Makes out with it a little. If Tommy is in the mood, he'll eat you out until he's all but falling asleep with his mouth on you. Likes to have his shoulders under your thighs with his hands gripping your hips. He eats you out when he wants softness, wants to forget everything; loses himself in the taste of you, your gentle hands in his hair, the hitching of your breath.

🛏️ soft sex headcanon

Tommy doesn't know how to ask for kindness. It grates like sandpaper on a wound. You have to be the one to initiate it. Lamps/lights low and fire banked. Undress him in the dim light, fingers skimming his bared skin. Hush him if he tries to talk. Lay him down and wrap yourself around him, gently cup the back of his head when and ignore the dampness of his cheeks when his face presses into your neck. You're his anchor.

💌 sending/receiving nudes headcanon

I'm using modern Tommy for this answer, the rest are for him period.

Sending: doesn't. He'd text you that hes thinking about something you've done together or something he wants to do. "I want you as soon as you're home." "Are you thinking about last night? Can you still feel me, Love?"

Receiving: He checks his phone when he has time alone, no one needs to peek at who he's speaking to/what about. You're his girl. Responds in the same way he texts you. If you're naked in the photos he expects you to be nude when he gets home.

⛓️ kinky headcanon: we know the obvious one (choking). Likes to be slapped by his wife every now and then, have her grip his chin and force him to look at her. Accidentally finds out he has an oral fixation. You'd fucked his mouth with your fingers once just to see what happened and he came without being touched.

Neil:

😺 how they eat the pussy

Neil wants you to sit on his face and be directed verbally or with your hand in his hair. He wants to be surrounded by you. He wants you bossy.

🛏️ soft sex headcanon

Neil's a true lover boy. Sleepy lights-peeking-through-the-blinds morning sex. Most of the time you're the one initiating, grinding back on his morning wood until he's awake enough to slip inside. If he's the big spoon he's got a hand shoved up your shirt cupping a tit. If you're jetpacking kissing the back of his neck and sliding a hand into his pj pants is a sweet treat for him.

💌 sending/receiving nudes headcanon

(Few years post-canon because that boy deserves better quality nudes)

Sending: Since he's been established as someone who wouldn't take advantage of someone (the bare minimum) he wouldn't send unsolicited nudes. I think he'd want to send dick pics comparing his size to random things because you'd find it funny. I say this as someone who's seen a dick pic where it's compared to an x-box controller.

Receiving: Neil has to go into the bathroom or his office to immediately jerk off. Jeans barely pulled down and biting the palm of the hand not fisting his cock to keep quiet.

⛓️ kinky headcanon:

Loves to roleplay losing his virginity. Wants you to "teach him" what feels good, where to kiss, what to say, how to make you cum. Neil could roleplay his "first" with you forever and it'd never get old.

Robert:

😺 how they eat the pussy:

Kneeling for you. His favorite is when you sit on the couch with pillows behind you (he's sweet and doesn't want your back to hurt) and scoot towards the edge. He'll put/keep his hands wherever you want them. Everything he does is to please you.

🛏️ soft sex headcanon:

Robbie's favorite position is his partner straddling his lap with both of you sitting up. His back against the couch/headboard with you pressed up against his chest. Lots of eye contact, noses brushing, hands cupping his jaw/in his hair/arms around his neck. No position beats getting to see the minute shifts of your expression, sharing breath, feeling you smile as you press closer like you want to crawl into his body.

💌 sending/receiving nudes headcanon:

Robbie would only send them if he was explicitly asked. I headcanon that he's embarrassed even jerking off due to going to boarding school and living in a house full of maids/his nanny/the revolving door of his father's business associates. If he had established with his partner it's something they like he'd ask if he could send one in case they're in public. He keeps his face out of them and has to be encouraged to expose more than him barechested in boxers.

Robbie would be embarrassed about how much he likes receiving a nude from his partner. Home alone? Still pink cheeked and looking around as if someone was there to see him enjoying them. Thanks his partner and semi shamefully jerks off to them; like I mentioned above I think he has complicated feelings about enjoying things sexually.

⛓️ kinky headcanon:

I have something I'm in the process of writing (and it's a goal to write it and post it this year!) a professional Dom/service submissive Robbie story.

Dynamic wise - I think Robbie craves giving up control; he wants to be taken care of and devote his life to taking care of his partner. He hates being in charge, he hates the idea of running the company and he would love to be a homemaker.

Kink wise - Tie between impact play and praise. Robbie loves a firm hand (literally and figuratively) and has daily maintenance spankings. He prefers the intimacy of being laid over a lap and spanked bare handed. However, he also likes thuddy floggers or an occasional paddling. Robbie loves to be praised but wants to earn it. Being called a good/sweet boy has him warm all over. Being praised for making a good meal for his partner or told he took his spanking so well makes his day.

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(Hello! Here’s some incorrect quotes!)

Kickin-Chicken : *Posts a super low-quality image to the group chat*

Bobby BearHug : If I had a dollar for every pixel in this image, I’d have 15 cents.

Kickin-Chicken : If I had a dollar for every ounce of rage I felt in my body after I read this text, I would have enough money to buy a cannon to fire at you.

Bubba bubbaphant : Actually I did the math, Bobby BearHug would have $225, not $0.15.

Bobby BearHug : Fam I’m right here....

Dogday: If I had a dollar I would buy a can of soda :)

Kickin-Chicken : while you’re there could you buy me an apply juice please?

Dogday: Sorry I only have a dollar.

Kickin-Chicken : :(

Bubba bubbaphant : Hey I just realized my friend is right, Bobby BearHug would have $22,500 because it's a dollar for every pixel, not a cent.

Dogday: If I had $22,500 I would buy a can of soda and an apply juice.

Bubba bubbaphant : You can buy anything you want with $22,500.

Catnap: Yeah and they want soda and apply juice.

Bubba bubbaphant : Apply juice to what.

Catnap: Directly to the forehead.

Bobby BearHug : Great chat everyone.

Dogday: I just got the best idea I've ever had in my entire life!

*Later*

Catnap, to Dogday: That was the worst idea you’ve ever had in your entire life.

Bubba bubbaphant : *tapping fingers on table*

Craftycorn: *taps fingers back furiously*

Bobby BearHug : …What’s going on?

Dogday: Morse code. They’re talking.

Bubba bubbaphant : -.-- ..- .-. / - …. . / -.-. ..- - . … -

Craftycorn: *slams hands on table* YOU TAKE THAT BACK!

Catnap: What do you three have to say for yourself?

Bubba bubbaphant :

Craftycorn:

Dogday: Oops?

Bobby BearHug : Are you the big spoon or the little spoon?

Catnap: I'm a knife.

Dogday, from across the room: They're the little spoon.

Kickin-Chicken : Not gonna lie, I'm kind of afraid of Catnap...

Bubba bubbaphant : As you should be.

Kickin-Chicken : No, for real, they're kind of-

Bubba bubbaphant : As. You. Should. Be.

Hoppy hopscotch : Who would you swipe right for? Craftycorn or Picky Piggy?

Catnap: I would delete the app.

Bubba bubbaphant : Do you mind if I slyly mention that you’re single?

Catnap: Do not do that.

Bubba bubbaphant : You won’t even notice!

Dogday, entering: Bubba bubbaphant , you wanted to see me again?

Bubba bubbaphant : Catnap's single

Catnap:…

Dogday: Hey, can we stay in your dorm tonight?

Catnap: Why?

Dogday: Bobby BearHug fiddled with an ouija board and cursed ours.

Picky Piggy: Craftycorn doesn't know how to banish spirits, so they just throw salt at them and yell "DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A HOTEL TO YOU?!"

Bubba bubbaphant : Everyone knows that Santa is an invention designed by the big five corporations to sell tinsel and video games to an unsuspecting public.

Kickin-Chicken : The whole “childhood wonder” stage just blew right past you, didn’t it?

Craftycorn: it’s illegal to look better than me.

Catnap: I guess we’re all going to jail then.

Catnap: Sometimes I get so caught up on being gay that I forget I’m actually bi.

Dogday: Honestly, I am so evil. So full of darkness. I feed of the souls of the living I strike fear into-

Catnap: You sleep with a teddybear.

Dogday: He’s my sECOND IN COMMAND IN MY ARMY OF DARKNESS!

Kickin-Chicken : Ooh, somebody has a crush

Catnap: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Dogday I just think they’re cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about them.

*Later that night*

Catnap, very much awake: Uh oh.

Catnap: I want to kiss you.

Dogday, not paying attention: What?

Catnap: I said if you die, I wont miss you.

Kidnapper: We have your child

Kickin-Chicken : I don’t have a child? Kidnapper: Then who just asked for warm milk and made us cut the crusts off their sandwich?

Kickin-Chicken : Oh god, you have Dogday

[empty-movement]

May I ask what scanners / equipment / software you're using in the utena art book project? I'm an artist and half the reason I rarely do traditional art is because I'm never happy with the artwork after it's scanned in. But the level of detail even in the blacks of Utena's uniform were all captured so beautifully! And even the very light colors are showing up so well! I'd love to know how you manage!

You know what's really fun? This used to be something you put in your site information section, the software and tools used! Not something that's as normal anymore, but let's give it a go, sorry it's long because I don't know what's new information and what's not! Herein: VANNA'S 'THIS IS AS SPECIFIC AS MY BREAK IS LONG' GUIDE/AIMLESS UNEDITED RAMBLE ABOUT SCANNING IMAGES

Scanning: Modern scanners, by and large, are shit for this. The audience for scanning has narrowed to business and work from home applications that favor text OCR, speed, and efficiency over archiving and scanning of photos and other such visual media. It makes sense--there was a time when scanning your family photographs and such was a popular expected use of a scanner, but these days, the presumption is anything like that is already digital--what would you need the scanner to do that for? The scanner I used for this project is the same one I have been using for *checks notes* a decade now. I use an Epson Perfection V500. Because it is explicitly intended to be a photo scanner, it does threebthings that at this point, you will pay a niche user premium for in a scanner: extremely high DPI (dots per inch), extremely wide color range, and true lossless raws (BMP/TIFF.) I scan low quality print media at 600dpi, high quality print media at 1200 dpi, and this artbook I scanned at 2400 dpi. This is obscene and results in files that are entire GB in size, but for my purposes and my approach, the largest, clearest, rawest copy of whatever I'm scanning is my goal. I don't rely on the scanner to do any post-processing. (At these sizes, the post-processing capacity of the scanner is rendered moot, anyway.) I will replace this scanner when it breaks by buying another identical one if I can find it. I have dropped, disassembled to clean, and abused this thing for a decade and I can't believe it still tolerates my shit. The trade off? Only a couple of my computers will run the ancient capture software right. LMAO. I spent a good week investigating scanners because of the insane Newtype project on my backburner, and the quality available to me now in a scanner is so depleted without spending over a thousand on one, that I'd probably just spin up a computer with Windows 7 on it just to use this one. That's how much of a difference the decade has made in what scanners do and why. (Enshittification attacks! Yes, there are multiple consumer computer products that have actually declined in quality over the last decade.)

Post-processing: Photoshop. Sorry. I have been using Photoshop for literally decades now, it's the demon I know. While CSP is absolutely probably the better piece of software for most uses (art,) Photoshop is...well it's in the name. In all likelihood though, CSP can do all these things, and is a better product to give money to. I just don't know how. NOTENOTENOTE: Anywhere I discuss descreening and print moire I am specifically talking about how to clean up *printed media.* If you are scanning your own painting, this will not be a problem, but everything else about this advice will stand! The first thing you do with a 2400 dpi scan of Utena and Anthy hugging? Well, you open it in Photoshop, which you may or may not have paid for. Then you use a third party developer's plug-in to Descreen the image. I use Sattva. Now this may or may not be what you want in archiving!!! If fidelity to the original scan is the point, you may pass on this part--you are trying to preserve the print screen, moire, half-tones, and other ways print media tricks the eye. If you're me, this tool helps translate the raw scan of the printed dots on the page into the smooth color image you see in person. From there, the vast majority of your efforts will boil down to the following Photoshop tools: Levels/Curves, Color Balance, and Selective Color. Dust and Scratches, Median, Blur, and Remove Noise will also be close friends of the printed page to digital format archiver. Once you're happy with the broad strokes, you can start cropping and sizing it down to something reasonable. If you are dealing with lots of images with the same needs, like when I've scanned doujinshi pages, you can often streamline a lot of this using Photoshop Actions.

My blacks and whites are coming out so vivid this time because I do all color post-processing in Photoshop after the fact, after a descreen tool has been used to translate the dot matrix colors to solids they're intended to portray--in my experience trying to color correct for dark and light colors is a hot mess until that process is done, because Photoshop sees the full range of the dots on the image and the colors they comprise, instead of actually blending them into their intended shades. I don't correct the levels until I've descreened to some extent.

As you can see, the print pattern contains the information of the original painting, but if you try to correct the blacks and whites, you'll get a janky mess. *Then* you change the Levels:

If you've ever edited audio, then dealing with photo Levels and Curves will be familiar to you! A well cut and cleaned piece of audio will not cut off the highs and lows, but also will make sure it uses the full range available to it. Modern scanners are trying to do this all for you, so they blow out the colors and increase the brightness and contrast significantly, because solid blacks and solid whites are often the entire thing you're aiming for--document scanning, basically. This is like when audio is made so loud details at the high and low get cut off. Boo.

What I get instead is as much detail as possible, but also at a volume that needs correcting:

Cutting off the unused color ranges (in this case it's all dark), you get the best chance of capturing the original black and white range:

In some cases, I edit beyond this--for doujinshi scans, I aim for solid blacks and whites, because I need the file sizes to be normal and can't spend gigs of space on dust. For accuracy though, this is where I'd generally stop.

For scanning artwork, the major factor here that may be fucking up your game? Yep. The scanner. Modern scanners are like cheap microphones that blow out the audio, when what you want is the ancient microphone that captures your cat farting in the next room over. While you can compensate A LOT in Photoshop and bring out blacks and whites that scanners fuck up, at the end of the day, what's probably stopping you up is that you want to use your scanner for something scanners are no longer designed to do well. If you aren't crazy like me and likely to get a vintage scanner for this purpose, keep in mind that what you are looking for is specifically *a photo scanner.* These are the ones designed to capture the most range, and at the highest DPI. It will be a flatbed. Don't waste your time with anything else.

Hot tip: if you aren't scanning often, look into your local library or photo processing store. They will have access to modern scanners that specialize in the same priorities I've listed here, and many will scan to your specifications (high dpi, lossless.)

Ahem. I hope that helps, and or was interesting to someone!!!

[pastorfutureletthembe]

If you don't mind me asking, what do you think are Lu Guang and Cheng Xiaoshi’s greatest personality strengths and weaknesses? Why? What do you love about their dynamic? What are your favorite headcanons of them? Also, why do you love Link Click (like what is it that made the series special to you)? Sorry if I ask too much....

Ooh so many things to say, I apologize in advance for the wall of text haha

Let's see~

Lu Guang is too practical and one-minded. I think he has the ability to focus on only one thing at the same, because he is a very dedicated person, but also stubborn in his own way. Being a scorpio, he tends to feel a lot and comparmentizing or dissociating could be a defensive mechanism. I think that's his biggest flaw as a person. As a character, I think he's sometimes too much of an introvert to let on any information we don't already know. Yingdu Chapter is showing us so much more, because that's obviously a younger version of him. Time really took a toll on him. His greatest strength is that he doesn't give up, he finishes what he starts and I want to believe he has the maturity to recoginze his accomplishment despite having strong expectations. As a character, his most awesome feature is he's an unreliable narrator. I strongly feel about those, because they're so rare, honestly.

Cheng Xiaoshi feels, sees and experiences things in a unique way, with his whole self. I find it charming. Is it strength or weakness? Honestly don't know, but that's worth mentioning because he makes choices with his heart. That makes a good character out of him. He reminds me of Watanuki (xxxHolic); what he shows to the world is not what he is or what he feels, he struggles to find his place in a world that rejected him so early on, and that often goes with self-sacrifice. I think his biggest flaw as a person is that he is socially inapt haha but in a cute and childlish way. I love that he's socially awkward but has actual ambition? He's so creative but he needs Lu Guang's face to make things happen. He doesn't believe in himself enough while being loud about his qualities. It only makes him a more complex character but, yeah, as a man, it's a tough life haha. But that's what makes him loyal and genuine too. And the reason why he's all over Lu Guang whenever he gets the chance lmao.

HEADCANONS

I many many specific headcanons for them. You are not ready.

I'm conviced that Lu Guang is actually so weak. Not only his strength, but like, his body is constantly working against him, with constant back or neck pain despite his young age, anemia and probably low tolerance to spice and alcohol (I like to think he's a sad/whiny drunk). I think he doesn't eat much because he doesn't have any emotional bond with food (no madeleine de proust for this guy) so he doesn't particularly enjoy the act of eating as much as the fact Cheng Xiaoshi is alive to cook for him. But he has a sweet tooth! My ultimate headcanon regarding Lu Guang is that he wasn't the way we know him at all in the original timeline. I imagine he used to match Cheng Xiaoshi's energy a bit more. I find him very tame for a scorpio to be honest. We'll see~

The newest headcanon is that Cheng Xiaoshi has always been a restless sleeper. I think he always loved photography, probably because it was part of his parents' work or maybe he was praised for his pictures by classmates. Being an ARIES myself, I do recognize his dedication in things he puts himself in but is kind of lazy for things he has no interest in. He likes cooking, and this too must be linked to his mother. I imagine he used to help her when she prepared a meal. People tend to think he has abandonment issues and is kind of clingy to Lu Guang because of it, but flashbacks showed that he always was a whiny kid in need for attention (that's a good mother's boy haha *affectionate*).

On a more NSFW note, I know a huge part of the fandom identifies them on the asexual or aromantic spectrum. I don't know about that. I see what they see, but I don't think that's the whole story. I do think they can both be sexually active and enjoy sex as a way to express support and care. Cheng Xiaoshi reminds me of myself a lot. Being demi-sexual myself, I need strong intimacy and trust to be attracted to someone and feel safe with them so I guess I imagine their relationship to be this way because all of it is unrevocably there. I imagine that loving or touching Lu Guang wouldn't be enough for him, he would definitely workship him in a very intense and beautiful way. Lu Guang would probably be a quiet lover but eager, because of the dreading feeling of grief.

They would be very secretive about their private life. I'm pretty sure they were lovers in the first timeline but Lu Guang didn't want to make everything too complicated and decided not to get more emotionally compromised. Of course, as you can see in Yingdu Chapter, Cheng Xiaoshi makes it very difficult.

WHY I LOVE LINK CLICK

I came for the doomed gay, I stayed for the slice of life, I'll die for the tragic paradox and I'll dig six feet underground for hidden secrets. "The Time Traveler breaking time and space for his deadwife" memes brought me here actually hahaha

The post-modernist approach is what got me obsessed by the way hahahaha Does it make sense? The fact forshadowings are easter eggs in freaking merch? Mindblowning. I always felt like I couldn't get enough of my favorite shows, but Link Click delivers so well and I actually struggle to keep up for the first time of my life.

As a show, Link Click is beautiful to watch and I appreciate the strong cultural influences. The music got me in a chokehold as well, I never ever skipped the opening.

The fact the girls aren't mere girls but actual characters too. Qiao Ling has never been a possible love interest and that's strangly refreshing. No love triangle, just a family. That's my favorite part of the show. I fell in love with the first episode because of Emma. She still has a special spot in my heart.

And because it didn't lose time explaining anything, we literally dived right into the action (that's LCLA's biggest flaw, it wants to explain everything in details when they don't even know what's the deal with their powers lmao). The storytelling is clever, easy to follow, and the secondary characters are all so fleshed out.

Strangely enough, Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang's relationship isn't actually what I love the most about the show. And I do love them, as a pair, as stupid bff, as partners in crime, as almost lovers. But the fandom and I have a different view on the matter so I'm very dissatisfied with fanfictions so far. Me, I love the get together trope, preferably in angsty settings, but it seems they are so gay and tragic for each other in the canon that angst and slow burn aren't popular among the writers lmao. I mean, they are very gay in the canon as it is after all-

I'm quiet happy with the sharing experience of analyzing metas so far, though!

I started writing my own stories but I won't post anything before it's done.

[creedslove]

Proving Dave York's marriage wasn't going that great - Equalizer 2

First of all, I'd like to remind you all besties that I'm a Dave York apologist and I will forever defend this man no matter how many atrocities he's done (and were those really atrocities? Debatable) and I have also villainized Carol and I have zero regrets about it, so let's go:

• Exhibit A: The trip to Belgium

Susan and Dave are in a virtual meeting talking about the recent case, she knows shes gonna have to travel all the way to Belgium to investigate and invites Dave, who immediately goes like "and leaving this shitty office?"

But, what if the office isn't really his main problem? What if Dave was also looking forward to leaving the house for a little while? A trip to another country seems refreshing and also the belgium chocolate? Dave's excited... And as a husband and a father of two not once he thinks of bringing his family some chocolate? It's a sign of a stressed man who needs some time on his own

• Exhibit B: the hotel hall

Dave and Susan are going over the evidence they found in the crime scene, gathering hypothesis on what could've happened and Dave says there's no records of the victim cheating on his wife with anyone, not even flirty texts and Susan is like "come on, Dave women fuck around too"

And that's Dave's reaction:

He's like: well....

(also, sorry for the horrible quality of the pic but you besties get the point and also his tummy 🤤)

And then Susan asks him when was the last time Dave sent his wife flowers and all Dave says is: "noted, noted"

So that indicates it has been a long time since Dave has sent her flowers... So the romance is dead, and if the romance is dead so is their sexual life. Was Dave thinking about the possibility of Carol herself fucking around? And let's face it, she probably is

• Exhibit C: the kitchen scene

Commonly used to prove the point that no matter if Dave's an assassin, he's also a good father, the kitchen scene reveals more about his marriage than anything else; we see Dave's got a huge, beautiful house, and then we go to the kitchen. It's spacious, nice, and modern... And messy. One of the kids is whining about grapes and going to the dentist and the other one is doing the homework and Dave and Carol? Absolutely no sign of a loving couple, no pecking on the lips, exchanging glances, a little flirting... Nothing. They are just ignoring each other, Dave's got his cup of coffee and hand and checking his phone as if he's alone.

Then when Carol goes to answer the door, he's giving his youngest daughter attention, he is a good dad, but it isn't a heartwarming interaction between them, and above all, he seems bored, like yeah the kids are cute but he's got more important things to do

And then, when Carol takes a while to come back with McCall, Dave calls her by her name twice, of course he raised his voice because she was in another room and he wanted her to hear him, but it always seemed just so dry and harsh to me and I couldn't exactly figure why it was like that, until I finally got it:

no pet names at all

Seriously?! No darling, honey, baby, sweetheart?! Just a simple dry "CAROL" a couple of times and that's it? It smells like a marriage crisis to me...

• Exhibit D: the driveway scene

The scene where McCall runs into his old team and promises to kill them all; there's enough tension as it is, they all know McCall means business and he is low-key threatening Dave's family by pretending he's so nice and friendly and wanting to get a ride

(I just need to address how dumb and careless is to allow McCall, a man she's never seen in her life get a ride with her and get so cozy around her kids, I mean yeah, he's her husband's army buddy but he's also an old man who also happens to be a complete stranger and he suddenly wants to be around her and her kids, I mean, fuck off)

And Dave knows it's likely one of the last times he's gonna see his family... And what does he do? Does he hug them? Give Carol a peck on the lips? He does NOTHING!!!

So you know what it means? Carol wasn't worthy of her husband, they didn't love each other anymore and Dave would be way better off with me instead 😉🤪

[catinflight]

AYY Y.D.M AU STUFF YIPPIEE

Here's Ashley and bert, because why not (Sorry if it's low quality / things dont make sense or if there's any weird spelling mistakes, ect). It's late, and I'm Uber sleepy😭😭 ill try to elaborate more if asked)

Ashley is part of the main survivor group holed up somewhere (I haven't decided), along with most of the other none infected, she's doing her best to document and assist suna with scout work but sadly she doesn't have any actual weapons to help fight back (not yet atleast) so she mostly sticks to the sidelines. I'll probably use her journal entries to showcase more information about the au and the other survivors, but for now I'll just write down the basic stuff

Bert knows a lot more than he lets on. He was found a patrol team searching for resources around some vacant and priorly undiscovered set of underground facilities. he was nearly catatonic and refused to make direct eye contact with anyone. Since then, he has gotten better, though not by much. He picked up a few documents from the lab and since has been weirdly protective and fidgety with them since.

Aaaaaand now some good ending future goobers for funsies, because silly

Suna may seem relatively intact, but that's mostly because her armor took most of the brunt from attacks, though that doesn't mean she hasn't seen some stuff, but atleast she managed to create, somewhat of a cure, for the infection Though it can't help everyone, at least some people don't have to die, right?

Aki is kinda weird, because not only has he managed to recover from his infection without exposure to the cure, but he somehow managed to integrate it into his own systems, (think getting the cold, but instead of getting sick you mutate it and it gives you superpowers,) though that does come with the drawback of retaining minor symptoms and looking half meganized, this is mostly because Y.D.M (in severe infections) forces a robots system to work in its most extreme states, and for aki, thats when he's meganized, now he mainly focuses on helping suna with curing and reforming people. Suna isn't very fond of this, as she's seen aki takes it too far, often skipping days of sleep and forgetting to recharge while trying to help cure infected. At some extreme points, collapsing with exhaustion, thankfully suna is always keeping an eye on him.

And I would draw daini,

But uh, he kinda

Who knows maybe I will after all? I mean this is supposed to be the good ending right?

I'll nap on it and see what happens, though if I draw him, I'll have to draw skullman too, cus' yknow, LORE

Anyway, yeah, thank you for reading this small lore dump teehee (I'll draw more characters next time and have less text, I promise 😭😭)

[thatcheesyler]

No but I do that....

I do that and I think the TikTok ratio isn't the same for YouTube, that's my best guess because it always gets cropped in the YouTube shorts when I put it in there. [Never gonna put my vid's on TikTok]

Hmmmmmmmmmm, alright well I haven't used Capcut in a while so I can't quite remember everything, but there was also that kind of 'suggested outline' for keeping text in the middle of the screen I think? Idk, posting stuff on YT gets weird

Like, I tried posting a WIP of a gacha reaction vid, and I had used the YT aspect ratio on Capcut, but it just turned out to be low quality and really small in the middle of the screen for some reason :/

Then again tho, I saw this Tiktok the other day talking about how Capcut has started to push copyright stuff onto the audios that you use in a vid, even if you haven't exported it yet. Because by some copyright loopehole thingy, Capcut is somehow claiming songs as their own and pressing charges for just using them. So maybe using Capcut isn't the best idea anymore

But still, so sorry I couldn't help, and I'm gonna go to bed now bc it's 4:15am, goodnight Lily <3

[wildcalendula]

some thoughts about the filmmaking in yr

I was thinking about why I gave Young Royals a chance and watched it in the first place (answer: boredom) and why I was hooked right from the beginning (spoiler: the filmmaking).

And let me tell you, when I started I didn't know anything; what it was about, who was in it, that it was in Swedish... I try to avoid spoilers to movies/shows like the plague and only vaguely skim the summary text. I scrolled past this hideous thumbnail on Netflix so many times:

(what even is this? it doesn't really look like Edvin and it screams low-budget, entitled rich boy with no redeeming qualities in a shallow tv show. sorry, I'm still not over this thing)

It did not interest me at all.

But then literally one, two minutes in I was hooked. And that‘s largely due to the filmmaking, I think.

Some stuff that made me wanna watch more:

momentum through scene transitions

In the first 2 minutes we get introduced to Wille in 4 different scenes.

There is a lot happening in two minutes and we get thrown right in the middle of it. But the way the scenes are intercut (woven together) makes for very compelling storytelling.

So much of it is shown, not told. No unnecessary exposition! (doesn't everyone hate it when we, the audience, are treated as dumb? but still so many shows do it..)

The scenes get intercut to transition from one to the next and are linked through music, dialogue or visual parallel. Entertaining! It creates flow! And this momentum carries us along with the story beats.

Music: high energy, a little aggressive, building up to a climax, ends abruptly when Wille is driving away in the car, picks up again during the flashback, finally carries over to the car because Wille is listening to the song with earbuds. This sequence showed me very early on that the filmmakers put some love into the show through a high level of details.

Dialogue: Wille's voice-over links the car with the palace scene (more on that further down)

Visual: the crowd of reporters with their camera flashes parallels the crowd of club goers with their cell phones. They even edited in an aditional flash of light. Now, that's attention to detail:

lingering on reaction shots

First dialogue of the show, Farima speaks and the camera is on Wille. Then, when Wille speaks, Farima is on screen.

Usually, you cut back and forth to show the person speaking, the reaction, then cut to the next person with a line of dialogue. The focus ist mostly on the speaker. It‘s standard but it can also come across as quite formulaic and.. well, boring.

YR has a habit of breaking with this tradition and does the opposite: the shots often linger on the person hearing the dialogue, showing their reaction to it. Different! New! Exciting!

... Admittedly, this scene is not the best example for what I mean, just a first glimpse of it. (And I am not really in love with the editing/cuts during the car conversation. I think they didn‘t get enough footage) But later on, YR does this a lot.

Another but slightly different example for this:

We hear Wille express his frustration (in the car) while the screen shows Wille slowly walking through the palace.

There is one instant when it cuts back to the car but for the most part we are now seeing Wille in a different setting.

The show visually focuses on him while he is processing the dialogue: Slow walk, almost dragging his feet, although he's calmer now, something's bubbling under the surface, a big sigh to release tension

Character introduction: the new setting also shows us a different side to Wille we haven't seen yet. He‘s in the palace, in a suit, as the Prince. As the audience, we get to experience two sides of him in one scene: Wille (more casual, emotional) and the Prince (formal, more composed). And this juxtaposition hints at conflict. Intriguing!

Two minutes in and I knew what I could expect from the show: a character with an inner struggle, emotional complexity and the will to show it on screen.

Love it! Let scenes breathe! Put the emotions on display and let the audience experience those emotions with the character!

Structuring these 4 scenes like this is, for me, a sign of a good show because it points to deliberate (and creative) choices. Everything should be done with a purpose, and every creative decision should serve the story going forward.

there's lots more I could talk about but I've got to stop myself here, this is already a lot :)

tl;dr: loved it right from the start because of the obvious effort put into filming and their creative love for details

[luveline]

do u have any advice for feeling hopeless about the future? It's crazy to me to see people younger/my age with so much money like I'm 22 I thought everyone struggle at this phase of life but idk.... when I look at my future I realize I have to be so lucky to afford a house, car and traveling. why go through uni when there's people who never went and have soo much money? Im so scared of being homeless and my friend literally bought a house and she's moving out I just feel like I failed life you know and Idk what to do about that

hi honey!

I want to say starkly that I often feel very hopeless about the future, even just a few days ago I mentioned here that I don’t look forward to the future, that I’m not happy thinking about it. I think university is one of those things where it doesn’t often make a big impact anymore? like for some people it means you’ll have job security in a sector you enjoy, but if you’re like me I doubt my degree will actually make much difference, my sisters hasn’t really helped her, I do think that wealth is getting to a point where if you don’t have some sort of generational income it’s not easy to actually afford a house, a car etc, and that does make you hopeless. I understand why you feel this way (but not trying to imply that university is a farce, it’s always a good thing that we should be getting a further education) . I often think I’m not smart or hard working enough to ever make anything of my life, and while hard work and intelligence do make a difference sometimes, it’s obviously not always the case and that’s tough too. And I understand comparison too because I feel like every time I go out with friends I’m the one who’s poorly dressed wearing clothes from asda while they’re in berksha and pull and bear and stuff, but I think I cope with this hopeless feeling by trying to be fair to everyone (???) Sorry if I sound stupid but what I’m trying to make in this point is that just cos my friends are wearing expensive clothes might not mean a thing, it might just mean that’s the thing they’ve chosen to buy with the limited funds they have (and I don’t mean to erase the fact that some people can’t really make that choice, or shame people for spending their money on what makes them happy). Perhaps your friend has unseen credit cards or loans, or perhaps she is lucky or well employed and has the cash for it, but neither of those answers means that you have failed at life in my opinion! I am also very afraid of homelessness, I think I’m starkly aware that if it weren’t for my mother being willing to have me here I would indeed become homeless right now! It’s hard to feel hopeful for the future when one bad day is the difference between financial security or homelessness.

but! My advice!! Not just my agreement:

I think that to feel hopeful about the future you have to change your mindset. That answer sounds stupid in hindsight: how can you change your mindset when you’re constantly being pushed back or unlucky? And how is a changed mindset actually useful against the threat of homelessness? It really isn’t like a mindset can do that and I don’t ever mean to imply to you that you can think your happy way out of poverty because you can’t, but to cope with the hopelessness part you have to unfortunately try to find a way to cope. That’s really hard to do and I genuinely think it’s brave of you to want to move away from it. It’s really common for people living in poverty or working class people to experience mental health problems simply because the quality of life they’re experiencing is so low, but that doesn’t make those mental health issues less valid or less deserving of help and treatment, so if you did ever want to get some support, you could try long term or short term. I find that I can feel less hopeless after talking to someone about the things that are worrying me, and there are free helplines and text lines dedicated to that! The Samaritans have an email service that I can attest to being helpful and kind, the person who I talked to when I was having a hard time was very understanding and sympathetic, and there are some other ones like SHOUT which is a text line, it’s free, but they’re very busy at night in the UK so if you do want to talk to them you might have to wait a while or try at a different time. I had better luck talking to them in the mornings.

I used to be so hopeless about my future that I was suicidal (and I still am some days) for a long long period of time, and the thing that helped me escape that was one. To stop listening to sad music (it sounds stupid but it helped me personally, not sure if that’s something you wanna do) two. To delete social medias and three. to read a lot of poetry!!! Not that toxic positivity can save you, but to read and to see that other people have felt how I feel and to know they also saw and made very beautiful things is a good feeling. Some sentiments have changed the way I see the world. Like: romance ‘as a medium and not a vehicle’, seeing the world as the sun is setting, a nice laugh, and more concrete things like worrying is to suffer twice, that community starts at home, and that dishes are proof you’ve eaten a home cooked meal. You definitely don’t have to like any of the sentiments I’ve said or believe in them if you don’t want to, but I’m suggesting you find some sentiments to keep you going, not even positive things if you don’t want them to be like that!! And I always suggest poetry or if u don’t wanna read a collection, just having a look on tumblr or Pinterest at what people are saying, something you can think is very beautiful about the world if only for like three or four days! I love having something to think about for a few days when I’m sad. if that’s all shit or useless don’t worry just ignore me! And obviously sorry if it is shit and useless. Another way I’ve managed to not feel hopeless totally about the future is to explore options of things I can control. I may not be able to afford a mortgage, but I could potentially one day rent a flat. I might never meet a partner to have kids with but I can foster if I wanted (not that fostering kids is the same as having them (or not the same, depending on feeling, just that’s it’s so complicated)) to take care of someone. I think the things that you’re hopeless about (things that are linked to money and work) are VERY hard to think positively about, and I don’t blame you for feeling hopeless about them, and I know how super hard and scary it genuinely is to feel like that so I’m so so sorry you’re feeling like this. It’s hard to know you can work very hard and never feel that you’ve been paid for it, and I don’t want to tell you oh don’t worry it’ll be fine because it won’t make you feel better, because you know your situation is an intimidating one, but please know you’re not alone in your hopelessness or your fears and that so many our age are in the same boat. You aren’t failing at life life is just soooooo difficult and unfair and unlucky, it’s not your fault! You are not less deserving or less hard working!! You have nothing to be embarrassed of for not managing the same as a friend has. It doesn’t mean you never will. People say this to me all the time, you don’t have to follow any life plan. I genuinely think that if you can keep trying, you can work toward happiness, and hopefully get some much deserved help! Sorry life is so hard honey!

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Francis Drake Main Story

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors.

The woman behind the door was just an ordinary woman.

(Heh? She's got nice eyes.)

Drake: "I'm Francis. Francis Drake."

Drake: "I just stumbled into this place out of nowhere and have no idea what's going on, so there's no need to be scared, little fawn."

The woman who introduced herself as Mitsuki was trembling like a cornered animal in my arms.

Nevertheless, her gaze as she looked up with determination wasn't all that bad.

Drake: "Haha! Being caught and surrounded like this reminds me of when I was ambushed at sea."

I laughed at my miserable situation as they tied me up with a rope.

When I was still a low-ranking officer on a pirate ship, I was tied up and almost thrown overboard after an altercation with an enemy ship.

Compared to that, being allowed to sit in a quality chair like this was far better treatment.

Drake: "Mademoiselle, sorry for pointing a knife at you earlier. I was on guard, so it just happened. Are you okay?"

Mitsuki: "Y-Yes, I'm fine."

The woman who had been trembling in my arms earlier blinked in surprise as I talked to her casually.

But...

Drake: "I promise not to harm you guys."

(There's no way they'd trust me even if I said that.)

Unlike the woman, there was a tense atmosphere among the men surrounding me.

(The ropes are tied tightly. They also took my knife, so untying them would be impossible.)

(Before that, if I make any suspicious moves, they might attack me first.)

A man with dark hair and a man with an eye patch on either side of me stood guard, as if they were watching over a prisoner.

Aside from the sword at their waist, their demeanor suggests they were used to fighting.

(In fact, that Napoleon guy is quite skilled.)

I glanced around at everyone present and noticed that there weren't many others used to fighting. However, the ones with golden and amber eyes caught my attention.

(Those two shouldn't be underestimated.)

My intuition told me so.

Napoleon: "Now that we've all calmed down, let me ask again."

Napoleon: "Who are you?"

Drake: "Okay. I guess I should start by introducing myself."

Drake: "I'm Francis Drake. Well, you could say I'm just a simple sailor."

Sebastian: "Francis Drake!?"

The man standing at the edge of the room, who looked like a servant, raised his voice.

Sebastian: "That famous Captain Drake!?"

Drake: "I don't know which 'that' you're referring to, but the 'Captain' part is correct."

Mitsuki: "Is this guy also a historical figure?"

Sebastian: "Yes. He's an English pirate who rose to the rank of navy admiral."

I was surprised that he knew so much, as he politely told me about my title and achievements.

Vincent: "So, he also crossed over time?"

Theo: "Just because he calls himself Francis Drake doesn't mean he's the real deal."

The man with the same piercing as the man with fluffy blond hair replied with expected skepticism.

Drake: "I can't argue with that."

As I pondered what to do next一

Mitsuki: "I think he's telling the truth."

Mitsuki: "He doesn't seem like he's lying, and it's also strange for someone to pretend to be a historical figure."

(Ooops? A backup support from an unexpected person.)

Drake: "Heh? You believe me, mademoiselle? That makes me happy."

Drake: "But is it okay to trust someone that easily?"

Mitsuki: "---?"

I casually said something to test her, partly because I wanted to be a little mean about her defenselessness and kindness.

(If she doesn't know how to doubt people, she probably has never been betrayed by anyone before.)

She probably lived a life free of conflict, intrigue, and deception.

Shakespeare: "I guarantee he is the real Sir Francis Drake."

Afterwards, the playwright Shakespeare served as a witness and finally confirmed my identity as Francis Drake.

Drake: "So, is this the lodging for Shakespeare's theater company or something? Are you all members of the troupe?"

Shakespeare: "No, Sir Drake, that is not the case."

Comte: "Will, let me take it from here."

The man with golden eyes approached me.

Comte: "Drake. This is neither a theater company nor England. Furthermore, to put it more clearly, we are in a different era."

Comte: "This is France in the 19th century."

Drake: "Ha?"

I looked at him, speechless and wide-eyed at what he just told me.

After that, he asked me how I came here, and when I told them that I'd walked alone through the hallway full of antiques, Count Saint-Germain frowned even more, and the other men looked confused.

Mitsuki: "Could it be that Drake, like me, also ended up here from his original time?"

Leonardo: "That's a possibility, but rather than being like you, it might be more accurate to say he's like Napoleon."

Napoleon: "Huh?"

Comte: "I can feel both a human and a vampire presence from you, Drake."

Mitsuki: "Are you saying he's like Napoleon? A half-vampire!?"

(Half...)

My own existence seemed to be causing a lot of confusion after they mentioned the topic of half-vampires.

As thoughts and speculations started spiraling out of control, I raised my hand to put a stop to it and bring everyone's attention back to me.

Drake: "Hold on."

Drake: "I can accept that this is the 19th century, but all this talk about resurrections and vampires is getting crazy. Can you at least tell me more about what's happening?"

Napoleon: "I understand how you feel."

Mitsuki: "Me too…"

The lady understood and felt the confusion I showed.

Mitsuki: "Comte, I think we need to explain the situation."

Mitsuki: "And since he doesn't have a place to go, why don't we let him stay at the mansion for a while?"

Drake: "........."

(It'd be inconvenient if I got thrown out like this. I need to play my cards right.)

(That young lady over there seems kind, huh?)

Although there were voices of caution coming from the men, they still undid the ropes and allowed me to stay in the mansion.

It was a fortunate turn of events.

Drake: "Anyway, sorry for the terrible first impression. I'll be in your care from now on, so let's all get along."

Mitsuki: "If there's anything I can do to help, please let me know."

Drake: "You..."

She wasn't scared anymore and was now genuinely smiling.

Drake: "You're really kind."

(I hope that kindness doesn't lead to your downfall, little fawn.)

On a night when a full moon was floating in the sky, I became a member of the mansion where vampires and "one girl" lived一without me believing in their smiles and words.

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[lunariamv]

its time, im in my charon era

ive made my first three rpg horror games :DDD

there's three because two of them are parodies and then there's one actual legit one

all three are in authentic charon game format: rpg maker 2000, similar art style, similar horror premise, short story

i did it for the aesthetic OKAY

⚠️ Before venturing into any of my works, please heed my disclaimer/rules;; I don't want obstructive people engaging with me or my works ⚠️

✿ warning: running these games is a gamble because rpg maker 2000 is old software that windows is trying to assassinate (i cant even run it on my computer sometimes, i have to use a virtual machine or the game editor lol) so i apologize if it doesn't work ✿

the readme has troubleshooting solutions, and easyrpg exists to combat this, but it's not perfect. for example, it changes the text a little bit, which ruins the aesthetic

if ur like me and u care about the aesthetic a lot, then use a virtual machine, otherwise if you have a laptop and not a hardcore gaming pc, the game will probably run fine.

(the one time that having low quality graphics is good xD)

windows 11 users beware, im sticking with 10-

when all else fails i have gameplays available on my youtube

🌸 HERE IS THE GAME MASTERLIST 🌸 PLAY THEM HERE

✿ warning: running these games is a gamble because rpg maker 2000 is old software that windows is trying to assassinate (i cant even run it on my computer sometimes, i have to use a virtual machine or the game editor lol) so i apologize if it doesn't work ✿

!! please care and heed my content warnings when playing these games, as they contain dark subject matter; i promise ill make less edgy stuff in the future its just rn i REALLY WANNA MAKE CHARON GAMES FOR FUN !!

the first two (Akeno Delusion and Carousel) are strictly parody games on the genre, and Doom Stones is the authentic 100% serious charon game

looking back akeno delusion sucks to me but thats cuz its my first one and i gotta start somewhere, the quality only goes up from there

eventually ill stop using rpg maker 2000 and make games with the other makers for more versatility but rn im in love with the retro aesthetic im so sorry

*my art isnt that good but im getting there ok!!

also just a heads up, im not 1 to 1 charon; the aesthetic, artstyle, and story elements are the same, but i dabble in male yanderes instead and i go different places with the story;

🌸 mostly male yans

🌸 protagonist is actually a character

🌸 story goes a little more in depth

🌸 more focus on the horror aspect than sexual

so basically im like a female charon right now heheheh

i plan to make more rpg games, but for sure i want to make at least three more games with similar story beats.

its because i want my own take on the concepts -- doom stones is my take on makoto mobius, but i also wanna make a "scavenger hunt a person's house" type game like makoto nikki and a yanderella equivalent (but the love triangle has more drama)

AND…. MIX ORE BUT YANDERE BUBBLE TEA??????? :DDDD

once im done ill move onto dsp era cuz i wanna make some actual rpgs; like with the cute assets and pixel art

🌸 please follow and support me if you like these and want me to make more; this is just a small portion in the large list of games i wanna make <3

💮 please feel free to contact me regarding game ratings if you sincerely think they're off, im a noob when it comes to posting stuff;; and im just going off code of conduct, if it has any hint of explicit content its going to be 18+, whereas implicit would be like 17+ idk

im not taking any chances lol

🌸 I'd prefer if people don't contact me about troubleshooting problems, but if they have to, carefully go through my instructions first. even then keep in mind i might not be able to help;;

💮 I'm posting these games on tumblr only because they're short. If I make longer games, I'll crosspost them to itch.io or something.

🌸 I'll also make a website in the future, but for now I'll post the games on here. Thank you for stopping by!!