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hxney-lemcn · 1 year ago

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Affection — NRC Students x gn! reader

summery: what is being affectionate with your fav like?

tw: bad parents (Riddle, Leona (?), Jamil (?)), angsty (Riddle, Leona, Ruggie (kinda), Jamil, Idia, Ortho, Malleus (kinda)).

a/n: A lot of these are based on my own headcanons (Jade).

wc: 2.6k (~100 per character)

Master List

❥ Riddle Rosehearts

Growing up his mother didn’t give him much affection. He wasn’t treated like a child, more like a trophy. Something you keep just out of reach, something you only lay your eyes on. Riddle is terribly touch starved and doesn’t know it. So when you start showing him acts of affection he has no idea how to handle it. What does he do? When is it okay to do these acts? Don’t mind how stiff he is when you hug him or how red he turns if you hold hands. It's something he’s never felt before, and you have unlocked something deep inside Riddle that had been tucked away. So please, give him another hug would you? It helps slowly heal something in him he didn’t know was broken.

❥ Trey Clover

Trey is a total sweetheart. He doesn’t mind affection at all. Growing up with siblings, he’s used to hugging and hand holding. Whether you're affectionate out the gate or need a little coaxing, it's like Trey instinctively knows. He’ll ask before doing anything, asking for consent, getting to know your boundaries. If you don’t like affection, that’s fine with him, if you only like being affectionate behind closed doors he doesn’t mind. Just know that Trey loves any and all forms of affection you show him, no matter how big or little. He cherishes you, and he’ll show you that in any form you prefer.

❥ Cater Diamond

We all know Cater doesn’t mind hanging off you out in public. Hugs, cheek kisses, hand holding, you name it, he’s probably done it. What he doesn’t want people knowing is how tiring it is for him to keep up that facade. Although, when it comes to you he doesn’t even register half the things he does. You’re like a magnet that pulls him in. Though, his favorite forms of affection are behind closed doors, just the two of you, no camera. Whether it be you two existing in the same room, or you laying on his chest or vice versa, those are his favorite moments. He doesn’t have to pretend, doesn’t have to put on a mask to make others happy because he is happy with you.

❥ Deuce Spade

Even though Deuce’s mom has showered him with affection growing up, he’s still shy about it. His image before was a punk, and now he’s trying to be an honor student. So if you ever hug him or try to hold his hand his face will flame up and he won’t be able to meet your eyes. He’s a gentleman though, through and through. Always makes sure you're comfortable even if you’re the one who initiated. He’s not too picky when it comes to affection…but he does prefer if you do it behind closed doors. He loves your kisses, but he doesn't love Ace teasing him about it.

❥ Ace Trappola

Oh boy. Ace is a little gremlin. He acts like your affection doesn’t do anything, acts all smug like you're lucky for being able to hold his hand. All the while his mind is melting and the bright blush on his face gives his true feelings away. I wouldn’t say he’s exactly touch starved, but he does crave your affection. When he became a teen he stopped hugging his parents ‘cus his brother would make fun of him otherwise. He crafted his unbothered persona, and didn’t realize how much he missed hugging until you gave him one. He rarely initiates, but sometimes he crumbles.

❥ Leona Kingscholar

He’s another one who didn’t grow up with much affection, always watching as his older brother Falena got all the praise. He’s bitter, seeing affection as a weakness, like showing your underbelly to your predator. Being soft got you nowhere in the animal kingdom…but he did enjoy it when you played with his hair or kissed his cheek. It left an odd warm feeling to fill him, making him grumble about your idiocy. Deep down, he was scared about how much he enjoyed your affection, scared he’d be upstaged once more and you’d find someone else to love. So he’ll just make sure that doesn’t happen, ‘cus there’s no one better than him after all.

❥ Ruggie Bucchi

Where he’s from, showing affection is like putting a target on your back. It shows a weakness that someone could take advantage of. This is why Ruggie is so skittish at first, always making an excuse to run away if you go to hug him, your hands brush and he’s lifting his hands up to his head (y’know that one position). But once he warms up, realizes you won’t snatch his food and run like a thief, he finds himself enjoying your embrace. It’s like heaven to lay his head in your lap as you feed him an orange. How your hands trace his face so lovingly, like trash like him is actually worth something.

❥ Jack Howl

Jack is a bit awkward when it comes to affection. He’s closed off, but his tough personality does melt away to reveal a heart of gold. He doesn’t mind if you hold his hand, just please don’t mention the pink that tints his cheeks. He does enjoy when it's just the two of you, he feels more relaxed, like he can actually take in your warmth. His hugs might be a bit uncomfortable with all that muscle, but don’t tell him that ‘cus he might stop hugging you then :( On the bright side, you could sit on his back while he does push ups :)

❥ Azul Ashengrotto

This guy…you can’t even compliment him without him running away at first. Although Azul’s mom was almost over affectionate, he’s another one that gets shy at the thought of anything affectionate. He was ridiculed growing up, which made him sharpen his edges. He has a persona to uphold, he can’t be…clingy…oh is he clingy. Out in public it's only small acts, holding hands, hand resting on your lower back, kiss to the back of your hand. In private is a whole other story. Loves hugs, cuddling, kisses, staring at you. Azul doesn’t get much alone time, so the moments you have together behind closed doors he likes to use to his full advantage. Can you blame him? You looked so lovely all day, do you know how terrible it was to watch you without giving you a kiss?

❥ Jade Leech

Doesn’t really need affection, but finds it cute when you seek him out. He loves you, yes, but affection isn’t really his forte. He won’t deny you a kiss though, especially not when you pout so cutely. Jade’s more of a tease, due to the fact that he doesn’t mind a lack of affection, he finds it hilarious to watch you long for it. He’ll brush his hand against yours, but won’t hold it. He’ll lean in close to your face only to whisper in your ear. He’ll gently brush his fingers over your cheek…only to pinch it. But if you're feeling down, he won’t hesitate to whisk you somewhere private and hold you close. He does love you after all.

❥ Floyd Leech

Another oh boy. His ‘affection’ can seem less like affection and more like torture. He won’t go easy on you either. In fact, he’ll probably squeeze you tighter due to his cute aggression. Floyd, unlike Jade, loves, loves, loves hugging, holding, squeezing. Then you opened him to the world of kissing, biting. Good luck with that. Most of the time he’s all over you, in public or in private, he doesn’t care, if he wants to nibble on you he’s gonna nibble on you. If you’re uncomfy with that he’ll try to tone it down (will he?), but he will probably forget and do it anyway. If he’s in a sour mood he won’t seek out affection, but if you do the right thing it might make him feel a little better…but be careful.

❥ Kalim Al Asim

He gives so many hugs it makes Jamil want to bash his head in. Do you know how many ways Kalim could get killed with how trusting he is? Expect hugs, hand holding, pulling, cheek kisses, and giggling. He’s not afraid to show the world how much he loves you, and he loves affection! When you show him affection though…get ready for a giggly, blushy, kicking his feet in the air Kalim. He’s so used to being the one giving affection he forgot what it's like to receive it. Yeah a lot of his siblings love him…but a lot have also tried to assassinate him so… Jamil finds you to be a double edged sword, as you tend to keep Kalim reigned in…but he also goes crazy over you.

❥ Jamil Viper

Does not like it. Not at first. It takes a lot to earn his trust, and growing up he didn’t get much affection if any. So he doesn’t like it, it's a foreign feeling and it's just too much for him. Though gradually, he finds himself thinking about your touch, the way your fingers felt as your hands brushed, or wondering how soft it would be to hug you. He curses himself for becoming so weak, but those curses quiet down the second your arms hold him so sweetly. No pda, none whatsoever. But behind closed doors he's more willing to give in to your tender touches (not that he’d admit it).

❥ Vil Schoenheit

Vil is picky about affection. There’s certain things that you can and can’t do during certain times. With the media always on his back, you can never be too careful about pda. He doesn’t want the world to hound you about your relationship with him, so he tends to keep things behind closed doors. He shows his affection in other ways to compensate, whether it be picking out your outfit or fixing your hair. He has become your personal stylist and you should be thankful. When it's just the two of you though, he becomes such a sap. Holds you so sweetly, trails of kisses, murmurs sweet nothings into your hair. Vil loves you and he won’t let you think otherwise.

❥ Rook Hunt

When doesn’t he show you affection? Flowery words trail after you as you walk to class. Kisses to the back of your hand trail up your arm. No one can outcompete Rook when it comes to admiring you. You could kill a man and he’d be singing your praises while hiding all evidence for you. What's surprising is how he acts when it's just you two alone. Although he is sincere with his usual flowery words, it feels more intimate when you both are alone. When he’s holding your close, staring at you so lovingly, whispering how much you mean to him? I get it Rook lovers, I’ve finally gotten it.

❥ Epel Felmier

Nuh-uh. Affection? That’s for losers! Don’t ask about how loving his grandparents are. Blushes profusely at even the smallest act and then scolds you. He’s a manly man and manly men don’t cuddle! Off topic but I’d love to go on a rant about toxic masculinity and how those stereotypes hurt men more and see how he reacts. Epel warms up to affection quickly, but only if he initiates in public. When it's just you two he’s more chill about it. Resting your head on his shoulder, having you wrap your arms around his, placing a kiss on his forehead—don’t tell anyone that last one…

❥ Idia Shroud

Poor, poor Idia. He only knows affection from Ortho, and after Ortho…once he became a technomantic humanoid Idia couldn’t hug him anymore. It reminded him that Ortho wasn’t…yeah so let's just say Idia is hella touch starved due to self isolation. So you have to slowly bring him out of his shell, revealing that old wound he’s left to fester and tending to it so gently. He can’t help but shiver every time you run your hands through his hair, or when you kiss his temple, or when your body heat seeps into him. Over time he comes to crave your affection, seeking you out but never outright stating what he wanted. Thankfully for him you always seemed to know what he needed.

❥ Ortho Shroud

This poor boy pt 2. After he was created he didn’t really experience physical affection. With his bulky bodies and being made from metal, he wasn’t comfortable to hug. Ortho never thought about it much, although he was curious what affection felt like. So when you hugged him without a second thought he almost cried (if he could). Soaks up your affection like a sponge and reciprocates tenfold. He now hugs you as a greeting and holds your hand when you both are going somewhere. He can’t help it! Who knew affection was so nice! And since you're willing, he’ll always come to you if he needs someone to lean on.

❥ Malleus Draconia

Malleus knows of affection, but being the future king of Briar Valley and extremely powerful he only knows affection through Lilia and his grandmother. Lilia was super loving, don’t get me wrong, but Malleus could never shake that feeling of loneliness. The way people avoid him, how he’s always out of reach. Yet you…you were willing to listen to him and accompany him. So when you even touched him, he wasn’t sure what to do. He wasn’t well versed in means of affection, and human affection seemed even more strange. You didn’t just hold his hand, you’d lean on him, you wouldn’t just kiss his cheek, you’d boop him afterwards. Yet he thrived with anything you’d give him. Malleus is content with watching you eagerly, waiting for the next form of affection you’d show him.

❥ Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia isn’t afraid to show his affection, and more often than not it leaves his subordinates (children) embarrassed. So when you came along, you had become his willing victim. He shows his affection in less conventional ways. His favorite is scaring you, popping out at random like he was trying to put you into cardiac arrest. But he makes up for it by kissing your nose after. He’ll also cook for you…I pray for your sanity because he can be really sweet but it comes in underhanded ways. If you eat his food he’ll be over the moon…if you don’t he’ll pout. It’s up to you if you want to live or not.

❥ Silver Vanrouge

Growing up under Lilia’s wing did him some favors. He’s not against affection, he just never thought about it too much. He doesn’t mind if you hold his hand or if you kiss his cheek. His favorite is when you both cuddle. He’s a sleepy guy, so naturally this is the most common form of affection you both share. Even the animals will join you two. When he isn’t sleeping though, he’ll give you kisses on the back of your hand, guide you around, he’s your personal knight now. Although he does feel bad that he has to leave you a lot for his duty, he’ll always try to make it up to you at the end of the day.

❥ Sebek Zigvolt

Nope. No affection allowed. Your eardrums will be shattered if you try. He’s another one who has to warm up to it. His parents are super loving, and he’s used to his mom always hugging him…but he stopped all that nonsense because he has to give his all to his Waka-sama. Sebek is so intense in his worship of Malleus he finds it indecent to even think of anything romantic/affectionate with you. But when you break him down, when you hug him so sweetly or kiss his cheek so softly…yeah he’s a goner. Deep down he craves for your affection, he loves it to a point it scares him. He felt his heart crack when he denied you once, the guilt in your eyes leaving him with a sour taste in his mouth. He supposes he’ll allow you to hug him, but he’s still got a reputation to uphold.

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aventurineswife · 2 months ago

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Caught in a Glance

Synopsis: The men closest to you are caught off guard—and captivated—when they see you in a swimsuit, revealing new facets of your confidence and beauty.

Tags: Sunday x Reader, Gepard x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Jing Yuan x Reader, Argenti x Reader, Phainon x Reader, Caelus x Reader, Fluff, Romance, Lighthearted, Swimsuit Reveal, Surprise Reactions, Admiration, Slow Burn, Gentle Moments, Emotional Depth.

Warnings: Mild suggestive content (swimsuit descriptions, but nothing too descriptive on the reader's swimsuit).

Based on @ynnie631's thoughts & thanks to @sundaysconsort for helping me choose the characters for this! 🙏💖

Sunday’s reaction is almost literally a poetic moment. His eyes widen in a mixture of astonishment and delicate admiration, as if witnessing something simultaneously beautiful and forbidden.

His usual calm, airy tone falters for a moment, replaced by a soft gasp or a whispered, “You’re… radiant.”

There’s a subtle flutter in the feathers of his wings behind his ears, betraying his internal fluster despite his best efforts to remain composed.

To him, it’s not just the swimsuit—it’s the way it reveals your confidence, your individuality, and a side of you he’s never seen before, something vulnerable and captivating.

Expect him to mentally psychoanalyze this moment afterward, turning it over like a precious gem, wondering how someone so ethereal could be so real and tangible.

He might avert his gaze respectfully, feeling a bit like a Victorian gentleman caught looking, embarrassed but enchanted by the forbidden glimpse of your exposed skin.

Despite the blush and the hesitation, you’ll catch him stealing subtle, lingering looks when he thinks you’re not watching.

Jing Yuan’s jaw doesn’t literally drop—he’s far too disciplined for that—but you’ll catch a rare flicker of unguarded appreciation in his sharp eyes.

His usual calm, almost “dozing” expression tightens slightly in surprise, as if your swimsuit challenged his expectations, a brief crack in his stoic armor.

He might adjust his red ribbon or glance away quickly, pretending nothing happened, but the slight upturn at the corner of his lips betrays his internal approval.

Jing Yuan admires precision and discipline, so the way the swimsuit suits your form and confidence intrigues him; it speaks of your control and strength, not just appearance.

There’s a quiet respect beneath the surface—no loud reactions, just a calm, steady acknowledgment that you’ve captured his attention in a new way.

He might say something like, “It suits you,” in his soft but authoritative voice, almost an understatement that carries weight.

If you look carefully, his hand briefly brushes the scroll at his hip, a subtle sign of composed nervousness.

Aventurine’s reaction is theatrical but tinged with genuine awe—his jaw might drop just a little before a sly, knowing grin spreads across his face.

His eyes sparkle with amusement and admiration, like he’s just won a high-stakes gamble by seeing you in such a striking way.

You’ll notice him hiding his left hand behind his back briefly, a subconscious gesture revealing how much this moment rattles his usually unshakable cool.

He might toss a playful comment your way, something like, “I’m tempted to call this a jackpot,” with a wink, masking how deeply impressed he is.

His posture relaxes, and he leans in slightly, his flamboyant charm amplified by genuine desire and surprise.

Beneath his bravado, you sense a rare vulnerability—he’s thrilled by your confidence and beauty but cautious, afraid to fully let down his guard.

If you catch him adjusting his jacket or brushing his hair back after seeing you, it’s a subtle sign of how much your swimsuit shook his carefully maintained facade.

Gepard is usually composed and formal, so seeing you in something so casual and revealing catches him completely off guard.

His eyes widen slightly, and he momentarily forgets his disciplined demeanor, blinking in disbelief before quickly trying to regain composure.

He clears his throat and nervously compliments you, though his words come out a bit stammered.

Internally, he’s amazed by how confident and radiant you look—an unexpected side to you that he hadn’t seen before.

Despite the surprise, he’s proud to have someone so striking by his side, even if it momentarily rattles his noble poise.

Argenti, ever the knightly and somewhat reserved figure, is stunned by your boldness and the elegance you carry effortlessly in swimwear.

His usually calm, dignified expression breaks as he stares a moment too long, eyes sparkling with a mixture of admiration and surprise.

He mentally compares your grace to the ideal of Beauty he strives to uphold and realizes you perfectly embody it without armor or finery.

Trying to remain composed, he softly tells you how captivating you look, though his cheeks might flush just a little.

Deep down, Argenti treasures this rare glimpse of your relaxed, natural side away from all duties and battles.

Known for his gentle and cheerful nature, Phainon’s surprise quickly turns into a bright smile and warm laughter.

He openly expresses how stunning you look, complimenting the confidence you radiate and how fitting it is for a warrior’s partner to be just as formidable in casual settings.

His eyes shine with genuine appreciation, and he might jokingly tease you about catching him off guard like that.

Despite the surprise, he’s completely at ease around you, and this moment becomes a sweet memory he cherishes.

He might even vow to protect you even more fiercely now, knowing how strong and beautiful you are inside and out.

Caelus is usually calm and introspective, but seeing you in a swimsuit surprises him enough to pause and truly take you in.

His gaze lingers longer than usual, caught off guard by how different yet captivating you look outside the usual adventurer’s gear.

He’s genuinely impressed by your confidence and natural charm, feeling a warm surge of affection and admiration.

His typical thoughtful silence is replaced with a soft compliment, which is rare and meaningful coming from him.

This moment subtly deepens his connection to you, showing a more vulnerable and human side of him beneath the stoic exterior.

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gracie-eilish · 1 month ago

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roommate! billie au [pt 2]

part one

warnings: mention of hookups

an: i’m going based off my own college experience for age. billie and reader are 18 as of right now.

roommate! billie, who was kind enough to have her hookups at their place and not yours. but what she didn’t realize was the opening and closing of the heavy dorm door at 4:37am, without fail always woke you up behind your sleep mask.

roommate! billie, who couldn’t understand why she hated hearing you talk about that cute guy in your boring history class.

roomate! you, who couldn’t understand why you hated hearing her talk about last nights hookup or that cute girl in her production class.

roomate! billie, who held you in her arms when that cute boy from history class took you on a date just to ghost you.

“he didn’t deserve you anyway,” she’d say soothingly. “i mean what does he even have going for him??”

“he’s really pretty,” you mumbled into her shoulder. she stifled a laugh at how cute you were being.

“okay, that’s fair. BUT! he still doesn’t deserve you, love.” your heart rate picked up at the pet name.. love. your friends in high school didn’t really use pet names with each other, reserving them for partners or crushes only. this was new.

roommate! billie, who was always fiddling with her guitar. plucking new progressions, or softly humming a rhythm she was working through, scribbling in her little journal.

roommate! billie, who started to play/sing some things for you, asking for advice, letting you in on some secret projects she was working on:)

roommate! billie, who started to cherish your evenings in the dorm together more than the parties you went to, or her hookups on weekends.

roommate! you, who started to cherish your evenings in the dorm together more than the parties you went to, or your boys you dated around with.

one particular rainy early october evening, you both were clad in comfy clothes, working on homework, journaling, writing, just sharing the comfortable silence together. your room had been decorated for halloween, little pumpkin string lights over the window, ghosts and goblins and spiders littered the surfaces of your room, cheap gel window clings of spooky characters covered the glass… you two had a thing for decorating for holidays you had discovered.

your phone buzzed on your desk, picking it up to see his name on the caller id. you let it ring, setting it back down.

“who’s that?” billie mumbled, not looking up from her notebook.

“y/situationships/n.” {your situationships name}

“why’d you ignore him?? i thought this was kinda going somewhere??”

“meh. i’m enjoying your company right now.. don’t really wanna leave.”

her heart fluttered.

roommate! billie, who insisted you two do a matching halloween costume. something cheesy, like glinda and dorothy, or a dalmatian and firefighter, or buzz lightyear and woody.

roommate! billie, who pretended not to know how to do a certain makeup skills so you’d have to do it for her before the halloween party you both were attending.

roommate! billie, who sat on the bathroom counter while you did her eyeliner for her. you noticed but didn’t say anything about the blush creeping up on her skin the closer your faces got.

roommate! billie, who didn’t let you go all night. always a hand around your shoulder or on your waist. even when y/s/n was around, she didn’t let her grip falter.. possessive, jealous… you didn’t move her hand away not once.

roommate! billie, who pulled you onto her bed that night. both tipsy and giggling like all 18 year old college roommates do. she on her back, you on your stomach, both gabbing about whatever your drunk brains could muster up, still wearing your halloween costumes.

“can i tell you a really big secret? like so so secret no one can know?” billie nodded furiously, wanting to know everything about you and more.

“i’ve never kissed anyone before.” you smacked your hands over your flushed face.

“WHAT?!” she nearly shoved you off the tiny bed. you giggled shushing her, it was 5:16 am after all.

“seriously? but you’re you! how has no one ever kissed you before? wait woah woah woah…. how have none of you guys you’ve gone out with this year NOT ONCE kissed you?!”

you shrugged. “i wish i knew. a few people have tried to kiss me.. but the moment just wasn’t right, ya know?”

she nodded slowly, still unable to comprehend that the angel lying next to her had never had something so simple yet romantic as a kiss. if only she could just lean over, take your face in her hands and,

“can i tell you what my dream first kiss is?”

“you have a dream first kiss?” she asked mockingly.

“billie i’m 18 years old and i’ve been on nine first dates since we got here in august. yeah.” she raised her hands in surrender, prompting you to continue.

“okay so,” you shifted to get a little closer to her. your shoulder was practically touching her stomach. “i want it to happen during the winter. i wanna be on a date, or maybe getting dropped off from a date, either way.. outside.” billie nodded like she was taking notes.

“i wanna be with them, walking or standing by the car, looking into their eyes when all of a sudden i feel this wet blob get in my eye. we both giggle and they brush the snow off my face. snow!! it’s snowing!!! we look up and laugh softly until i look back down, and they’re not looking at the snow… they’re looking at me. they’d tease me about my cold nose, booping it softly, before cupping my cheek, rubbing their thumb on my cold skin… they’d lean in softly and then…”

you popped you lips softly, hands mimicking the explosion of a firework to signal the kiss. you looked at billie with the softest smile and widest eyes, melting billie’s heart.

“so what i’m hearing is when there’s a snowstorm coming i need to send you out on a date?” you snorted, nodding jokingly.

“noted. get someone to kiss y/n while it snows so she can live happily ever after in the cold.”

giggling you shifted to sit next to her, dropping your head to her shoulder, wrapping your hands around her arm closest to you.

“you’re the best.” you kissed her clothed shoulder.

roommate! billie, who didn’t move for a long time after you fell asleep on her shoulder. admiring your fluttering lashes, watching the rise and fall of your chest.

roommate! billie, who’s heart fluttered when you only used “they” when talking about your dreamy first kiss…

roommate! billie, who eventually woke you softly so you both could change and take off your makeup and properly get ready for bed.

roommate! billie, who’s bed was suddenly so cold without you in it.

roommate! you, who now lay wide awake facing the wall so billie wouldn’t know you weren’t sleeping. it was so easy to fall asleep over on her bed…

roommate! billie, who was searching the weather app for the first predicted snowfall of the season…

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yanderes-galore · 4 months ago

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romantic yandere concept for hawks (my hero academia)?

Yandere! Hawks Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective/Possessive behavior, Stalking, Manipulation, Coercion, Kidnapping, Jealousy, Abuse of power, Gaslighting, Mentioned murder, Blood, Isolation, Hypocritical behavior, Consensual relationship turned forced.

Hawks, upon doing some research on him, has some pretty decent yandere potential.

I say this because pretty much all of his character is based on deception.

For all his life he's learned to deceive and read other people.

He's a spy, one who knows how to play it casual and get his job done.

Which means... Such skills make him perfect yandere material.

You'd know him as charismatic and laid-back, no doubt unaware of his motives.

Hawks would definitely act like some sort of 'best friend' towards you as his obsession.

He acts jovial yet casual, sticking close to you as you chat.

In reality... Hawks is one of the most equipped characters to stalk their obsession.

Think about it, he's meant to be a spy.

He may be talkative and friendly around those he likes....

But he's always alert.

It's often said that Hawks stays alert, even when acting nonchalant.

Such behavior catches people off guard.

When around you he remembers every little word you say, even coaxing you to say certain things he wants to know.

You never pick up on it but Hawks can learn about your interests fast just by sneaking certain questions into conversations.

It's also said he can use his feathers to predict movements and speech...

So of course he masks his behavior around you or others by fluttering his wings a bit... In reality he's always searching.

Hawks is very vigilant.

Hawks is a man who is much faster than you... plus, he knows a liar when he sees one.

Which means if he ever kidnaps his obsession or manipulates them into dating him...

He's going to know you more than yourself... and escape is just near impossible.

He always seems relaxed and calm, too.

It's almost eerie when he confronts your plans to escape him with a smug smile, not quite looking angry.

Just... amused.

Hawks even has quite the offense with his quirk... keeping things quick.

While fully capable of kidnapping, there's a good chance he won't need to do that.

Hawks is the number 2 hero.

While he doesn't typically enjoy the high ranking at times, it gets him a lot of trust.

There's a possibility he could convince you to date him without needing to try overpowering you.

His popularity and strength is enough.

He still wants to be a hero, always has been as a kid even though his work forces him to play dirty.

I can imagine Hawks keeping an eye on you even if he'd needed on a spying mission.

He always manages to excuse himself at the right time to find you.

He makes it quick... watching you from a distance and eavesdropping on your conversation.

He's always been good at pretending he's uninterested.

In reality he definitely listens to your every word, even if you're just talking to friends or coworkers.

Hawks definitely breaches your privacy, he's just good with pretending he doesn't.

Even if you caught him in the act... There's a good chance he'll try to manipulate you into thinking you didn't.

You trust him, don't you?

He was just looking for something... or happened to be in the area!

Yet you probably won't catch him doing anything suspicious like stalking....

He's too quick, everyone says that.

Hawks is fast and would get his act together in an instant.

Then he'd go back to being your best friend... or the lovable boyfriend he usually is.

Speaking of which... Dude is smooth with confessing.

He invites you to meet him somewhere and probably leans you against the wall, telling you he's been fond of you for a while.

He's really attractive... and distracting... so you may just say yes to give things a try.

Since then he just... never lets you go.

Hawks seems like he'd smother his obsession in cuddles, the whole time distracting you from what he truly does.

Hawks is already deceptive.

Him being manipulative to the one he loves isn't entirely out of the question....

After all, he wants you safe, right?

He doesn't entirely enjoy lying to you...

But is it lying if he just never brings things up?

Hawks may be a jealous person, too.

He likes the idea of you being all to himself, his little bird safe in the nest he prepares for you so lovingly...

By nest he just means his house...?

Yet, y'know, bird things.

Which is why he has a hard time seeing you out and about with people.

He knows he'll be fine if he keeps an eye on you... but...

He works with villains sometimes...

You could get targeted, couldn't you?

Hawks doesn't quite enjoy locking you in your (now shared) home.

It reminds him of his past....

In fact, it's disturbing how close his mindset is to his father's around you.

Locking you away won't make you happy....

This is why Hawks tries his best to just stick around you.

He tries to distract you from what he does.

You don't know of him tracking your every move... of listening to every little thing you say to people...

You don't know he spies and kills others to keep people safe.

Each time you are perceptive enough to see some blood... He simply says it was an accident.

No one died...

Even though there's a good chance they did.

Hawks doesn't seem to enjoy lying often despite being skilled at it.

Despite this, he is aware it's necessary.

He's phenomenal in the art of lying.

So much so he hopes you never find out the truth.

But if he slips... or you're perceptive enough to notice things...

Hawks knows what he needs to do.

If you try to break up with him, saying you can't trust him anymore, he tries to coerce you into staying.

After all, villains will know you were once involved with him...

You'll be a target.

Yet if you're still insistent, if you don't believe his loving words and still wish to leave him...

He pretends to let you go... giving you a sad smile...

Before swooping in and pinning you down, whispering an apology before dragging you back to your shared room.

Hawks doubts you know how serious the situation is.

He does all this to keep you safe, to keep the people safe.

He doesn't like it... but sometimes people need to die to save others... and sometimes...

You need to lie to keep those same people safe.

Hawks still acts like your boyfriend even when he keeps you trapped.

He buys you gifts to pamper you, spoiling you.

He tries to cuddle you, even when you push him away.

He tells you he's always loved you... Even to the point of doing this to protect you....

It's obvious his childhood has affected him in a way that isn't normal.

He himself was once sheltered for his own protection.

Now he's doing it to you, yet he'll never admit it.

When you ask him questions, he tries to be honest.

There's no point in lying now, right?

He admits he watches you, he admits he's meant to be a spy this whole time...

Yes, he has killed before, even to protect you...

But... He'd never hurt you.

This... doesn't make things better.

Not in the slightest...

Yet with how tight Hawks holds you... and how much he watches you...

It's not like you're going to be able to leave without having him catching you like a mouse.

He knows he's lied to you... that he's breached your trust....

Despite it all, he hopes you'll forgive him...

Sometimes a bit of deception and bloodshed is needed to protect what you care about the most.

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dceasesd · 1 year ago

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why juni ba’s the boy wonder has my favorite jason characterization of any contemporary comic run: a needlessly in-depth analysis (pt.3)

go check out part 1 and part 2 if you'd like! this is a long one, sorry guys.

if you haven't already i'd recommend you check out pt. 1 & pt. 2 (linked above), but if you haven't checked them out i've been going over some of the main things people have been criticizing ba's characterization for: 1. the typical boiling down of jason's character to "the angry one" 2. his lack of strategy going into the fight with the demon is out-of-character 3. the neighbor's kid interaction

alright, so this last point is purely based off of one page of the entire comic: the one where the child of one of jason's neighbors is dragged inside his home when his mother see's jason coming.

first off, i love this page. it might be my favorite page in the entire issue. everything about it is great. just thought i needed to say that.

anyway, there's some people who are seeing this page and reading it as "jason protects kids! that's one of his big things! why are they scared of him?"

here's the thing, though: the kid isn't scared of jason, the mom is. the kid is literally playing dress up as the red hood-- he's not scared of jason, if anything he's trying to replicate him. little kids dress up as their heroes all the time; why is this kid any different? it doesn't really make sense for the kid to dress up of something he's scared of (not everyone is as weird bruce wayne), especially a real person that could be a real threat rather than a concept. i doubt you see many kids in gotham dressing up as the joker or something, because that's just asking for trouble.

the dress-up honestly seems like a ploy for attention to me. the kid clearly knows that red hood lives in his building (which is honestly so funny. take off the mask jason you're giving you're position away (actually this is a really good instance for analysis but i'm determined to not go on a tangent)). if the kid knows red hood lives in his building, what better way to get his attention that dressing up as him and playing pretend? if the kid was scared of him, he wouldn't want to draw that sort of attention to himself. if he had a sort of hero-worshippy thing going on like i suspect, then he would want to get jason's attention. to sum it up,

it's the mom who pulls him away when jason nears, because she either a) perceives him as a threat, b) doesn't want her kid to try and replicate him even more, or, the most likely option, both! the kid isn't scared of him, but the mother believes they should be.

once again, we come back to the whole perception vs. reality theme i talked about in part one! we've come full circle, everyone!

when looking at the neighborhood's perspective of the red hood, ba gives us a few contradictory examples. there's the kid and the mother, obviously, but there's also a slew of other citizens who interact with him at the beginning of the issue, both in fear and camaraderie.

the unhoused man and the people outside of his building clearly have a familiarity and are comfortable with him, while the shopkeeper is terrified and literally has a banned poster on his wall featuring jason (i am so curious what he did to deserve that, if he even did anything at all). from this, it appears that jason's reputation teeters between fearful and familiar-- a sentiment that also colors jason's relationship with his family.

furthermore, this concept underscores just how lonely jason is-- one of the only good relationships he had in his current life was his fucking landlord, for gods sake, and he's dead.

i think it's important to note that jason doesn't respond to the friendly greetings from the men-- he could attempt to build camaraderie, the roots are there, but he chooses not to. he could work to try and show the mother that her son is safe with him, but he chooses not to. why? jason is obviously lonely (as ba states in the panel below) and he caves pretty easily when damian asks him for help (both of them are so desperate for human interaction its tragic). so why does he distant himself from the community?

obviously it is in part due to the vigilante lifestyle, but it is also jason's perception of himself and how he believes others perceive him, especially in regards to his family (ba is literally hitting readers in the head with that theme baseball bat).

he doesn't see that the kid with the mask looks up to him, all he sees is the mother pulling him away. he sees the banned poster in the store. and, as ba narrates, "he was sure he'd been forgotten about" by his family. utrh is jason's twisted way of attempting to reach out and connect with bruce, and obviously that doesn't work-- so he chooses loneliness over rejection.

like in part one, though, damian refutes this idea by describing bruce's perspective, showing how what jason believes differs from actuality. bruce hasn't forgotten about him and doesn't hate him, as he suspected, but instead harbors guilt over the situation and desires to make it better, which jason must come to understand to be able to open the locked door and begin to move past his trauma.

so, that's what the little kid in the red hood outfit looks like to me. i actually have a lot more i'd like to say about the boy wonder, especially in regards to the whole "door to my past life" thing and what ba does with lighting and blocking in his artwork, so i may do a little post on that as well! i was gonna try and shove it into this one, but i've run out of room! i hope you guys liked my analysis, if you'd like to chat about the boy wonder or any other comics, my dms, asks, and reblogs are happily open! thanks for reading! :)) <3

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⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ 781 alessio / switch villain male reader ꒱ you and the mercenary have quite the history together. from intense fights to hours of heated fucking. a constant fight for dominance. one night, you decide to steal him away to your base in an attempt to get back at him for 'last time'

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“Not every day I find myself a cute little mercenary.”

The roll of his emerald eyes only brings a chuckle from your lips. That’s rare. The mere idea of annoying him brought shivers of excitement over your skin as you duck your head closer to his restrained form.

Indeed, to get your hands on The Reaper - or as you know him, Alessio Arias, is quite the impressive feat. Even more so to have him bound and helpless in a chair. The sight urges your tongue to wet your lips.

His brow raises. You can already see that smirk at the corner of his lips — if it weren’t for his black half-mask concealing it. While you might wish to rid him of it, a part of you finds it ever as attractive to keep him fully geared. Would feed into the humiliation of it all. Wouldn’t it?

“Getting a bit too excited over there?”

Perhaps you should curse the fact that you neglected to restrain his legs fully. Damn him - all manspread and simply showing off like that. It made it difficult to beat the allegations of your. . . arrangement.

“Can you blame me?” No, no one could. Not even when you swing a leg over and settle into his lap. Hands reaching out for the backrest of the chair so that you might crane over him. In turn, he is such a doll to lean his head back so that you have the perfect view of his face. His exposed neck that thrums a pulse you oh so wish to sink your teeth into.

You cannot help but cup at his face. He’s too pretty to be your enemy. And you are simply too obsessed with him to pretend as though you are his.

Pretend? No. You aren’t pretending.

This whole shtick is what makes it all the more fun.

The click of his tongue is what brings you out of your mini swirl of fantasies. “If you needed a good fucking s’bad you could have just called me up, querido.” His croon is less than affectionate.

Still, you bite your lip and muse in turn. “Who said anything about fucking me? Maybe I just wanna get back for last time.”

You dare to roll your hips. Slowly. Tantalising. In a way that will nurse that bulge in his black leather pants that you already anticipate. It never takes long to get him up and going — that’s the difference between your lovely enemy and the other eyesores you’ve brought to bed.

Not that you would admit that to him, however.

“Aww but your pretty little ass certainly wasn’t complaining when I stuffed it full last time.” He doesn’t hide his groan when your hips begin to move into his. Neither does he attempt to grind back, however. “Always begs for it. Try to act as tough as you want - we both know you’re already clenching round nothin’. Slut.”

His words spark irritation through your entire form. Even more so when you imagine that stupid grin behind his mask. If there is another thing that Alessio is good at - it is getting on every last one of your nerves. So much so that you discard the whole grinding agenda and immediately set sails at fumbling with his jean’s front button and zipper.

“Yeah?” Your face cranes closer. The only downside to that damned mask is that you do not have the ability to shut him up with your lips. It swells more irritation in your abdomen. Yet - that all bubbles away at the sight of his already, blatantly hard cock in the bulge of his boxers.

“I’m the slut?”

Your fingers stroke along the curve of fabric. You bite on your grin at the sound of his low groan. The sight of his throat which bobs with effort to keep his noises on the low. Restraints scratch into the chair and the sound reverberates through your base. It follows your short snort of laughter as your nails hook into the hem of his boxers and drag it down.

“Would you look at that.” The tut that falls from your lips is nothing short of mocking. And so you swipe your tongue to sate yourself of the need that dries your mouth. Your hand wastes no time. It wraps around his pulsating cock and gives it a little squeeze.

Oh, what a delicious sound he makes.

Alessio throws his head back. Dark hair tousles and dangles. Thick lashes flutter and at last, his hips steer into yours. In a stuttered buck that is enough to have you chuckling.

“Yeah. Slut.” Your hand makes a small, jerky motion that has a grunt of similar nature vibrate from his throat. The vein on his underside throbs against your palm and it’s enough incentive to flush your hand along the sensitive skin and rub with purpose.

The man swallows down the lump of pleasure that forms in his throat, mixed with agitation and the slightest of need. Which he denies heavily. You deserve to know nothing of what he’s thinking nor what he wants.

. . . What is the point though? You already know. You always know.

“H-ahh,” he breathes out, you anticipate his attempted words to be the usual ones of sass and clapbacks. And you are ever right. You roll your eyes as the man, despite the heavy strain. At the linger of a moan that threatens to come forth.

“Fanculo a te. Tu — tu mi guardi sempre. I tuoi occhi mi implorano di scoparti. E sono io la puttana? F-nnhgh.” ( Fuck you. You... you always look at me. Your eyes beg me to fuck you. And I'm the whore? )

Any further comment on your behaviour vanishes, as your fingers wrap to squeeze around his cock, hard. Pushing your finger down the one vein and moving it upwards.

With a slight twist of your hand. While keeping your thumb in place. A pace begins to build, and quick enough that previously restrained moans all flutter out of his throat. What a symphony swirls around the room. What a creation of such splendid music, is his voice.

With each moan that falls from his lips, it gets harder to ignore the tightness in your own pants. The bulge grows quite obvious. Oh, what it took to keep your hand moving around his cock and not simply switch places and shove his face into your crotch. You weren’t too sure. But the will was strong enough.

Perhaps it was spite.

Spite from all of the time he has berated you and called you a desperate whore. He’s the desperate whore, it is something he has been since the time you met him.

A swipe of your thumb across his tip. You breathe out quietly. The digit moves across the soft tip to smear the precum out on it. Only to press down on the slit and spread a smile of delight on your face.

“Awwww, pobrecito- was that too much?” The croon echoes into the room, but you, with your merciless heart. Keep working your hand roughly at the twitching dick in its hold. All attention honed on him. On his whines. His desperation. Those bucking his hips and cusses he throws at you.

“Hhhah— Ngh- shut-th- — Shut the f—fuhhngh.” Well, that certainly was an attempt.

An attempt that calls your cackle, while shivers rush up and down his spine. If there is one thing he despises more than the fact you make him feel all sorts of pleasure. It is the fact that your laughter is so very addicting.

It didn’t matter in what the laughter directs to. Your laughter is beautiful and he gas wished many times before to sit and just listen to it for fucking hours. He hates it.

It is rare indeed to make The Reaper break into a sweat. Yet here you are, as he ever so slowly began to reach his orgasm. All because you kept going so slow.

A loud groan emits from his throat at the pace. It felt too fucking good to be this slow. Your hand makes shallow jerks against his dick, and then slowly moves its way up to the tip with long strokes.

“Fuck- Hurr- Hgnh ahngh, Hurry it up.”

The audacity to gasp at the demand that you are given. His brows furrow as you look almost offended. “You truly are an absolute whore, aren’t you. Arias?” You chuckle. Squeeze a bit harder than before and watch as a jolt shakes straight through him. Hips bucking in desperation while his fingers drag along the palms of his hand.

If only you’d noticed that the binds had fallen off long ago. But he liked to play these games. Wondering what he’d get out of it.

“Repeat it hm?” The frustrated demand from you spits towards him and earns the smallest of chuckle. The nerve of this man.

“Hurry. it. up.” He groans and bucks his hips once more.

So close, he’s so close. Just a bit more. Fuck if you think he’s a whore, he’ll get back at you.

And as though his prayers are answered. With the spite and need to have him back at his quivers and whines. You dig your thumb against his tip and rub a few tight, merciless circles. Before you are at it again. Quick, tempered pumps and jerks to his spasming dick.

“So fucking demanding. I’ve got you bound and whimpering - yet you have the nerve.”

A swell of spit aims at the head of his cock. One that your thumb catches and swirls around the sensitive bundle of nerves. As if you need any more lubricant with the way he spills precum like a fountain. The messy action, however, bursts a tremble of a moan from his throat. A series of pants and needy bucks follow close behind.

You are unsure of the slew that leaves his swollen lips. Whether they be begs or a string of curses - maybe both. All you can focus on is the warm feeling that spills onto your hand. The surge of pride through every fibre of your body.

Still, you glance down to view the fruits of your labour. The beautiful sight of his cum shooting thick, sticky strings all over your palm. A mess to both himself and you. One that sparks a wide grin to your lips.

“As I said earlier.” Your croon meets his ear as you dare to give a few more pumps to his twitching dick. Kisses pepper against his reddened ear. Another badge to your pride. All while you murmur in a way that you know he’ll make you pay for if he were not restrained at this very moment.

“Slut.”

A flick to his tip. Like the cherry on top. You would be a liar if you say that it is not a sight for sore eyes. One that moves your muscles and urges you to change position immediately.

Your knees find the floor right before his chair. Hands still eagerly cup around the clearly pulsating cock. Your grin only widens at the strained pant that he lets out. To add onto your satisfaction - you’ll tell yourself that he is trying his utmost hardest to not spill all over your grasp once more.

“Might as well have a taste while I’ve got you like this, eh?”

Your thumb nurses at your favourite vein. The groan he releases. The way his head hangs back. Oh, it should be a sin.

Lashes kiss at your cheeks as you shut your eyes to savour the taste of his cum that still stains your tongue. The taste that you think of an embarrassing amount of times when you should be working on your latest schemes in the middle of the night.

And yet -

To your displeasure. The taste remains a fantasy.

All you can let out is a yelp at the skid of the chair. A pressure circles your wrists and you meet the cold surface of metal before you can even so much as shoot your eyes open. Restrains especially designed for your beloved enemy now clamp around you instead.

Bound. To the very seat you so proudly hoisted him onto.

With that damned grin right above you.

“Might wanna work on your restraints next time, hermoso.”

Leather bites into your skin as a gloved hand grips at your jaw. Tight. It wrenches your head back so that your body is forced to arch at the back. Suddenly, you really regret not installing those leg restraints. For the way in which he stands between your thighs halts any motion to squeeze your legs shut.

A mechanical chime fills your ears when he presses at a button behind his jaw. The mask dissipates to reveal that stupidly handsome face you have longed for night after night. Longed to kiss. Longed to fuck to tears.

Of course the bastard is grinning. Who wouldn’t when they now have the switch on their enemy?

“Oh and you were so fuckin’ confident -” Alessio huffs a laugh. His head dips low and for the first time tonight - you taste the sweetness of his lips. Tinted with a flavour of coffee and cigarettes that you love so much. To have his lipstick stains on yours should be considered a blessing.

Alas, you are a bit too sour to care. A bit too wounded in pride at the realisation that you restraints failed.

“Fuck o- ah,”

You should have expected him to immediately stick a hand down your pants. Stroke at your own dick that has been begging for attention since you slipped into his lap.

Your lips press together as the mercenary wastes no time in undoing the fabric. A firm yank leaves you bare like him - wait — You pout at the realisation that he’d pulled his pants back up. How boring. You wanted to see the evidence of your handiwork.

Well. You had other issues to worry about. Especially when two of his fingers press through your lips and apply pressure to the back of your tongue.

A whine, deep and full of annoyance. At the reactions that you grant the man.

With the loss of control, your mouth all but falls open. Tongue sticks out, with a droplet of saliva connected to the tip of your tongue making its slow departure and landing on the seat.

“Ahhgh—”

“Tryin’ to speak huh? Yeah, good luck with that.” The mental roads his words lead you down. The feeling of his hand pumping away at you furiously.

There was no time to register that your hips were bucking against his hands, fucking into it like a rabbit. A harsh spank meets your ass cheek suddenly. His fingers pull out of your mouth and steal a loud squeal from the depths of your lungs.

Vibrations rush all the way down to your cock, and all you do is whine pathetically once more. You moan and spill into his hand. How helpless.

Your erotic noises slip out into the room, reverberating through the walls. You suck in a deep breath. Sigh shakily at the growing desperation to cum. Your throbbing cock is already sensitive enough from the previous sight of the mercenary’s emerald green eyes so full of lust and rolling back into his skull.

All because of you. He knew how arousing he was.

How he got to you.

Another grave thing you despised the man for is his incredible understanding of your body. It as though he knows you like the back of his hand. As if he’s known you for years now.

Well maybe the two of you have been messing around for a few months now — but still. Your cock weeps with pre-cum each and every time you lay your eyes on him. When he touches you. Everything felt like absolute bliss. As though you float in zenith.

Small grunts break through your throat, betraying the restraint that you so stubbornly attempt to put back into place.

“Stop fuckin’ holding the pretty noises back. Wanna hear ‘em.” He whispers into your ear. Only to grin at the look that you give him. It’s filthy. The pure look of spite and anger. Hatred.

You really are adorable aren’t you? So adorable. Earning your little prize of the pace speeding up. A rough hand squeezes hard at the base of your cock, while the burning tip of it is squeezed in between his thumb and index.

“F— Fuck! Offf— ngh, you don’t haah— hnghn, you— ah. Don’t deserve, a-ah-ny, of them.”

A single roll of his eyes is all you receive. Black eyelashes, feathery and heavy as his eyelids, brush against your left brow as Alessio leans down against your back. This follows a few rough and tight pumps.

With heavy and hot breath against your ear. His next sentence is what sends you into orgasm. “Yeah, you’ve always been fuckin’ boring. Gonna force the sounds out of you huh? Fuck you rough, show you that you’re the dumbest slut I’ve ever known.”

With a small tut, he shakes his head and continues: “I mean, come on. Can’t even make proper restraints. Look at you now. Where are you huh? You stupid whore.”

Dick cumming and crying, his hand clamps down tighter. Pulling hard a few times before he slaps the tip of it. It draws cries of pain and pleasure out of you with demanding touch. What a cruel, cruel man that holds your heart. What a cruel, blissful man.

You wish to splutter a slew of curses at him after your orgasm sizzles out - yet all that leaves your lips is a whine. The quiver of your lips. Similar to your pretty little hole that takes two of his fingers before you could so much as speak.

“Fuck. Little hole’s still so tight?” His grunt finds your ear. “With the way I fuck it? What a damn surprise.” Fingers curl with emphasis against that one, damned spot that has your eyes looping. What more can you do than buck into his hand and spill your pretty noises?

His degradation stings your heart. Pulses at your dick. It’s always been something of his that makes your heart race and your breath hitch. You always feel spurts of pre-cum when he begins his train of mockery, embarrassingly enough. Tonight is no exception.

Long fingers piston without mercy. Alessio’s free hand shoves your thighs up onto the arms of the chair so that he might excess you better. Your vulnerable position has him grinning. His eyes twinkle. His low whistle fills the air.

“Look at that baby - fuck what a sight.”

Fingers curl and torture the spot that makes your body quake. Curse him and all his experience. Sure you have been around a bunch yourself - but he is on something else.

His digits shallow. Fuck into you at a quick, messy pace that urges keens from the back of your throat. It does not take too long before you spill all over his hand once more. This time with a squirt to your cum that arches his brow. As though he is impressed.

The deep tuts that fill your ears tell you so as he slowly withdraws from your throbbing hole. All with a tilt of his head and that grin ever present.

Poor you. Left sprawled out on the chair. Tense and shaking. The thrums of pleasure still cascade through your body. It is what you hoped for out of tonight - but you cannot help the bitter taste at the back of you tongue. Oh if only your design on those restraints had been stronger.

For crying out loud. Even you crack the code within a few minutes. What a waste of material.

“Pobrecito,”

Alessio returns your words with a click of tongue and brings a thumb to stroke along your jaw. Your head is tilted up to meet his warm lips once again. This time you enjoy their taste and the heat that pours into your mouth. A delightful contrast to the chill of his tongue piercing that grazes your pink muscle.

The kiss almost distracts you from the familiar shuffle of fabric and buckle. You crack an eye open to peep at his skilful hands that already fumble with his pants.

A part of you wishes to chastise him. Hadn’t you already gotten those off? Such a waste of time.

Nevertheless, you play the pathetic little villain about to get their ass pounded into next week while he undoes his pants. Your thighs quiver - but you’ll let him believe it is from the way that his large hand grabs and squeezes at it. Rather than from your own excitement.

His lips trace your neck. His hands hoist at the hem of his black boxers - an opening.

Perfect.

Using the same window of opportunity, you stun him with an abrupt shove to a pressure point. A strike to his side with hands free of those disgraceful excuses of restraints. The motion surprises even you. A part of you still had doubt that you could sneak a fast one on him.

Yet when his wrists are in your grasp. His hair tight in your other and his body bent over the table you often hatch your newest schemes upon - well. You knew that you had struck luck.

A pant leaves you. A grin follows. The sight of his rapid blinks followed by wide emerald eyes makes victory return in bubbles through your heaving body.

“Well would you look at that,”

“Oh for fucks sakes.”

“What?” Your lips meet his ear. Your hips shove against his ass. “Got a bit too confident, querido?”

You are no fool to his strength. It’s what wounded you in the chair in the first place. Which is why you steered him to this very table where the rest of your tools and gear scatters about.

You act fast in the snatching of your newest device. You are not dubbed his enemy for nothing after all.

A nanite-infused metal that wills a clamp around his lower back. Magnetically fixing itself onto the table to trap your beautiful rival against it. All bent over and ready for you. Locked. Helpless.

There’s no stopping your hand from landing a spank on his bare ass. Now it is your turn to spit. Smear the mixture of your saliva and remanets of your cum on his awaiting hole. “Oh and here I thought you’d given me a challenge.” You sigh dramatically. Pressure builds around your hand in his hair and you promptly shove his face down further into the metal.

“Well aren’t you a fucking boaster.” The man mutters, as he clenches his fists and groans.

There is a particular wish to wrap his hands around your neck. Squeeze at it and watch the cross eyed look he knew you would give him. To shut you up. Take the smart words out of your mouth.

Alas, the cursed binds he now wields are stronger than the last pair. You always are prepared. After all.

Oh that sweet voice of his, annoyed that you won, all over again: “You bitter, Arias?” It’s all you can say, laughing out at sneer that befalls the man’s expression

Such a breath-taking face, with such a beautiful expression on it. But not prettier than the face you are about to make him have. Fucked out and at your mercy. You are very much planning on keeping him here, even when you are done fucking him. Until he figures out a way to break out of the binds.

“Why don’t you just lean back and enjoy hm? Might be a while until you even get out of here anyways.” The mock goes straight to his leaking dick. Promises of a night he know will leave him in a state of blissed-out numbness.

All he can do is limp his head into the table and groan when he feels two of your fingers mimic his earlier actions. Press through the ring of tightness and slowly, agonisingly stroke along the soft walls. You lean your head over him and tower his body. Flush him further into the metal as your fingers continue their strokes.

He’s always been a bit on the louder side when you have either your fingers or dick inside of him. Lips part and spill the prettiest of sounds that have your cock pulsing at the tip. The way your precum spills is a clear indicator of needing to be inside of him.

Soon, you withdraw your fingers when the need becomes too much. Here you are teasing him for being a slut - while you are here, leaking and eager to get inside of him.

Your hand reaches down to take your cock into your grasp. Slap the head a few times against his thigh. The noise of frustration he lets out has you chuckling. Before you ever so slowly begin to press in. Feel his walls tense. Tremble.

“Fucking hell,” you hiss through clenched teeth. “And you said I was tight? You’re fucking clenching baby,” you murmur. Before you give a few testing rolls of your hips against him.

His eyes flutter. Lips press together in a thin line as he squirms around in the slightest. His pants fan the table and you cannot help the evil desire to patronise him a few times.

Your fingers flex around his dark hair. Squeeze at the strands and yank his head up as you simultaneously snap your hips into him. Now it is your turn to grunt at the sight of ripples that ease over his ass at the impact. It causes you to continue the motion. Once. Twice. Shallow and hard until little whines ease out of his throat.

“What was that about being a whore?”

You huff out a laugh. The pride and taste of victory quickly gets to your head. The once shallow thrusts become tempered. Quick. Until you are fucking into him with an intensity that makes the table skid across the floor every now and then.

Of course your lips find purpose too. They trail heated kisses up and down his neck. Teeth join the mixture with rough bites to sate the burning desire that coils within the pit of your stomach. Every thrust plaps against his ass, creating the most beautiful of noises to pair with his choked moans and whines.

“F-Fu- hhngh - a-h - wait -”

“Wait? Oh you don’t want me to wait, hermoso. You want it harder.”

And so your hips begin to slam. Angle at that one spot that has him gasping. To further feed into the intensity - you yank on his hair and force an arch to his neck and back. Slip a hand down to grab onto his cock and give a few merciless pumps. As though you are not already doing his head in.

“Right?” Another snap. Another choked whine. “Right. Arias?”

It’s spoken through clenched teeth. The sudden anger of earlier and previous counters spill out of you like a tempered waterfall. You cannot stop the way that you begin pounding his tight little ass against the table. All while he sprawls out and drools. Unable to do anything but part his lips and whine every time you hit against his prostate.

It is quite funny. He’s got such the big mouth when he is here. Beneath you. Taking your cock as well as he always does; he’s nothing but a whining mess. One that drools all over you table. Attempts to strain his moans have long since died. All he can do is submit. To you and your manhandling.

You dig your thumb against his dick again. Swirl at it until you feel it spilling. The sensation huffs another laugh from your throat. Harsh and metallic, much like the table your poor enemy thumps against with each sharp movement.

“Cummin’ already? Where’s that mouth of yours? Huh?”

Another emphasis when you shallow your thrusts. Time them in slow yet hard pounds that have his body keening. His mouth falls open and his eyes flutter a little.

You tighten your grip. Tug on his hair. So that you might witness the pretty sight of his eyes rolling back and his black lips that part in a moan that riddles with all sorts of sinful melodies.

“Qu-Querriddooo - h-anh- fuck please -”

“Begging.” You aren’t sure whether the noise that leaves you is a snarl or a laugh. Maybe a combination of both as you feel your own orgasm begin to bubble. Judging from the wetness on your palm - you can only assume he’s squirted more than one.

Your teeth dig into his red ear. Despite shallow thrusts you pick up in pace again. Skin slapping against skin creates a sinful, high-tempo through your base as you draw climax after climax in only the cruel way that you can. Until he is shaking. Whimpering.

“Wh-What a pitiful - mess.” You grunt into his ear. It takes all of your restraint to bite back your own whine when you feel yourself cream him full. You draw back only to see the mess of your cum trickling down his thighs.

What a sight.

Another spank to his ass reverberates through the room and you waste no time pulling out to the tip. A grin settles itself on your lips at the sound of his whine. Needy despite his deep voice - albeit a little pitched from pleasure and overstimulation.

“Yeah? You miss it? Work for it.” Another spank to his thigh has him gulping. And oh, how pathetic does he look in his attempts of pushing his hips back. To take you back in and fuck himself onto your dick once more.

It’s a cruel want. One you cannot watch for too long. Not with the way that you leak. Throb. Beg to be back into him — and here you are. Mocking him for pleading with you.

With a tap to the metal band - the nanites disperse and scatter to his wrists instead. A synchronised motion flips him over onto his back and you use your strength coupled with his slack to shove his body into a sitting position.

The metal splits in half and forms cuffs around his wrists instead. They hold him firm to the table once more. So that you might bear witness to his red face. Teary eyes and messy hair. All while he stares up at you with panting, whining lips.

“Know you miss it, slut.” You mutter into his red ear. Grip at his side and press back into him. Balls smacking into the back of his thighs with heavy thrusts that you quickly bleed back into.

A combination of your groans fill the room. You reach back down to palm at his squirting dick while your lips pepper all sorts of affection along his neck. And bites along his collarbone.

He left such evident marks of his claim on you last time - why not return the favour?

“You feel that?” You huff. Your face draws near to his. Lips but a breath away as you press your tongue to his lower. Your groan vibrates through the both of you.

Your thrusts weigh out. Shake his body in a way that has a little - ah ah ah - leave his throat. All while you heave out a chuckle.

“Feel the way you take me? Like you were made for it? Yeah?”

Your lips tease a kiss at his. The way that his head chases after is too much to resist. You push your face closer and clam your lips onto his. Easing kiss of utter heat and feralness onto him. All while you fuck through both of your orgasms. Again and again - and again.

“P-Pretty boy - pretty, stupid boy - ngh.”

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stupidocupido · 1 year ago

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aegon ii targaryen x fem!reader | based on this hotd upper east side au

Like the conqueror he was named after, Aegon finds his treasures just to destroy them. Leaving them emotionally unsatisfied, drained of their self-respect, and covered in his cum. He sees it as a challenge, to make even the toughest woman beg for him. And eventually, they all do, because, in the end, all women are the same.

modern au; porn without plot; dom!reader, sub!aegon, blowjob, actual sex, hitting, degrading language; one shot; minors dni

I rewrote an old pwp I posted around 2020 for another character. Enjoy ;)).

All the lights in the office are off. Some eco-bullshit rules the MT came up with to save energy. The only thing that illuminates the place is the mixture of white and red city lights coming in through the windows. Ground to ceiling, the windows don’t open at the top floor, but they give a spectacular view over Kings Landing. From behind the desk, his father has a splendid view over the city, their ancestors worked hard for it after all.

Not a view Aegon currently can enjoy. His mouth is opened, and his tongue is being held between her fingers. It is drying up and when he tries to pull his tongue back, her nails dig into it. He tries to close his mouth, but she refuses to let him go. Instead, she grabs his jaw, pulling his mouth further open.

“You tell so many lies with this pretty tongue of yours—so much wasted energy. There are better things you can waste your energy and tongue on, oh Aegon. Didn’t I teach you that the last time?”

Aegon can only nod and it makes her finally let go. Her fingers are wet with his spit, which she swipes clean on his pants. Her hand stays there, her long nails dark and moving to the inside of his thighs.

“You’re a slow learner, I think you need to redo that particular class.” She sounds more annoyed than angry. He can feel his skin colour red, as he shamefully nods a bit too willingly. It is pathetic how her annoyed tone and scowl get him aroused.

Aegon never saw himself as the submissive type. He knows he is handsome and that it doesn’t take him a lot to talk women into his bed. It probably is a mixture of his arrogance, money, name and looks.

They all long to be dominated, to be domesticated. Women only need to be strong and independent when they open their legs to give birth to a child. They’re only good for three things: to be fucked, to make him a sandwich after and to be fucked again.

At least, that is how Aegon likes to profile himself to the world. The wild Targaryen son, the boy who is overlooked in favour of his older sister. With a father who probably gave him the token Targaryen name so he wouldn’t forget his unwanted son’s name. A mother who probably regrets not using a condom and siblings who are much more interesting and deserving of the Targaryen name than him.

And all those insecurities he masks by drinking, sniffing and fucking his monthly allowance away. Pretending he is the alpha male that boys who long for female attention talk about in their podcasts. Aegon knows, because sometimes they use him as an example in their boring click-bait conversations they post on TikTok.

“You’re so pathetic.” She says as she moves her hand off his thighs again. She pushes her index and middle finger against his lips. “So, like a dumb, mindless, uninspiring child, you need to be taught this one simple lesson again.”

Aegon knows what to do, he opens his mouth to lick her fingers. She pushes them in his mouth immediately. He sucks her fingers off like it’s her cunt. His tongue swirls around her fingers. His pleading eyes look up to her barely illuminated face. Then she pushes her fingers deeper into his mouth, her long nail scraping over the back of his tongue. It makes Aegon gag, his body moves with recoil.

Her laugh is cold and cruel. “Pathetic boy, you want to hit the back of my throat with your dick, but you can’t even take two of my fingers.”

She brings her wet fingers to her mouth, licking Aegon’s spit off her digits. She makes sure to look him straight in the eye as she does so. Aegon had been a very bad boy, telling everyone at the party she had been his latest conquest. When the both of them know the only one who gets pillaged here is the one with the growing erection.

As an intern at the publishing company the Targaryen’s own, her reputation is at risk. She is a serious girl, a hard-working girl. she is everything Aegon is not. Perhaps that is why he keeps on coming back.

“Can you repeat rule number one to me?” Her hand strokes his right thigh. She leans in closer to his face, wanting to make sure she doesn’t miss his words.

“No one will ever know about what happens behind closed doors,” Aegon mutters, looking away from her piercing eyes.

Her stroking stops, and she pushes her nails into his pants. “And which rule did you break, my stupid little boy?”

Her lips are almost touching his when she speaks the words. Aegon swallows the pain that comes with her nails into his skin away. “Rule number one.”

She backs away from him again, her lips curved into a smile that does not reach her eyes.

“Do you know what they do with boys who break rules?”

Both her hands are on his belt, loosening it. Aegon does not dare to look away from her face. They barely did a thing (they didn’t even kiss, for fucks sake!) but he is so turned on already. He shakes his head, pretending he does not know what happens when he breaks her rules.

“No? Well, let me tell you then.” She unzips his pants, her hand immediately sliding into his opened trousers. With her palm she rubs over his erection, scraping the fabric of his black boxers over the sensitive skin.

“They are punished.”

Aegon his head falls back because of her torturous movements. “Yes, please punish me.” He is shocked by the words that so easily fall off his lips. He is shocked by the desperate tone, he is shocked by the want he feels in his body.

He wants to feel her skin against his, but at the same time, he enjoys this building up a little bit too much. Her degrading words made him angry and ashamed at the same time. He is ashamed, that he, the famous Aegon Targaryen, so easily gets walked over. Walked over by a woman even! He is ashamed for liking it so much and feels ashamed he wants to please her. He does not do the pleasing, he is the one who usually is pleased.

Her hand slowly wanders into his underwear, her fingers stroke his pubes. Aegon mentally scolds himself for not shaving. But all his worrisome thoughts disappear when her hand slowly strokes his shaft.

“Such a good boy you are, at least you remembered rule number two.” Her thumb finds his head, circling around it, making her and his skin coated with pre cum. “Manners are what keeps the world spinning after all.” Aegon wants to argue and tell her that strong and rich men keep the world spinning. But for once he is smart and keeps his mouth shut. He knows she’s not happy with him, and he does not like it when she becomes cruel.

“How shall I punish you tonight? Will I make you come so many times you’ll remember who the real conqueror is? Or will I give you nothing at all?” Her hand curls around his cock, her nails pressed harshly into the flesh. Aegon lets out a pained yelp, tears well up in his purple eyes.

“Please don’t, I’ll be good.”

“If only you had thought about being ‘good’ sooner.” She does not loosen her grip, on the contrary, she presses her nails deeper into his sensitive flesh. Aegon his cry is filled with agony, he is afraid she will draw blood.

“I am sorry, I promise I will never do it again.” His voice comes out desperate, he hates himself for being this weak. The humiliation of it colouring his cheeks a rosy tint. She lets go of him and movies off him. Aegon resist the urge to touch where it hurts, instead he watches how she lowers herself. Her bare knees hit the carpet. She pulls his pants down to his ankles, his legs forced apart by her hands.

“No, you will indeed never do it again. Or this will be the last time you’ll be in my mouth.”

She kisses his upper thigh first. Her lips hit the spot where she had been hurting him before.

Her left elbow leans upon his knee, her cleavage pushed against his legs, as she leans forward to touch him again.

Aegon watches how her hand moves down from the tip to the base. His skin is still a bit sore, but Aegon forgets about the pain when her lips are wrapped around his head.

Aegon brings his hands to her head. His neck snaps back, and his eyes close, as he revells in the feeling her warm, wet mouth brings him. But the feeling doesn’t remain there for too long, because only seconds later she releases him from her mouth again.

“Don’t move, or it will be over.” She warns

She takes him slowly, her eyes locked with his. His cock is shiny with spit, her low moans vibrating against his skin.

Aegon really hates it when people are loud chewers. Hates the sound of people eating apples in the office, and despises the sounds girls make when they ‘seductively’ try to suck their iced coffees through a straw. He dislikes it so much it gives him goosebumps and makes him want to snap out to the ones making the disgusting eating sounds.

But the sounds that are produced as she sucks him off, are sounds that no matter how nasty they are, will never annoy him.

He feels like a true king, the way how her head moves up and down between his legs. He will never be able to sit in front of his father’s desk again without remembering what is happening right now. And it feels so good, the way she takes him deeper and deeper. Her tongue slid against the sensitive skin where her nails were before.

His hips buck up, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. He can feel it hit the back of her throat. The gagging sound she makes, makes him moan.

She presses her nails harshly into his thigh, changing his moan into a yelp of pain. For a moment, Aegon almost forgot who the real power had. Her teeth scrape against his cock as a final warning.

She only sucks the tip now, her tongue swirling around it, to let it pop out of her mouth only a second later. She looks up to his face, brows furrowed. “I told you not to move, Aegon.” The way she says his name makes him feel like a small child and he hates it.

He almost wants to cry when she stands up, ignoring his cock completely. He was so close to coming, painfully close. The tip of his cock is red and leaking with precum. “Not fair.” Aegon groans. “I was so close to making your mouth into a daycare.”

She ignores his disgusting joke. “Why did you break the rule, Aeg?” Her hands move beneath her dress, pulling her panties down in one motion.

Truth be told, he did not like how the other men were talking about her. He was not sure if it was him being possessive, or his ego that needed stroking. There is nothing better than letting dull people know you’re having (or fucking) what they want.

“I guess I didn’t like the way they talked about you.” Her eyes grow larger after his sentence, she clearly did not expect this answer. She climbs on his lap, her hands hold his face, her thumbs stroke over his burning cheeks. Her fingers move into his hair, to the back of his head. This moment feels strangely intimate, and it makes him more uncomfortable than her degrading words do.

“What were they saying?”

Aegon swallows.

“Filthy things only I am allowed to say.”

She kisses him for the first time this night and Aegon is grateful for it. He tastes himself in her mouth, her lips still wet with spit and him. He is fully aware of the fact she’s not wearing panties. Now her dress had ridden up her legs, he can finally feel her warm and wet core against him. Oh, how he wants to be inside her, to feel her cunt clench around his cock when he takes some of his control back. His painful erection hits her leg, as she moves up to deepen the kiss.

“Let me make it up to you.” He is almost willing to beg for it at this point, his hands stroking her back in an attempt to convince her he deserves it. “Please, I want to make you feel good.” She laughs hard at this. “The only thing you want is to fuck me. To spill inside me and to go back to your ‘dominant’ self after.”

She of course is right, but Aegon is too desperate and horny to fight her. “Please, I think I learned my lesson. I want you so bad, please, I would do anything.” She grabs his shoulder, leaning a bit back. The hand that is not holding onto his shoulders moves between her legs.

She’s touching herself, Aegon can’t see what exactly she’s doing beneath her dress, but he knows he wants to be the one to do it. “Anything you say?” Her head tilted to the right, her eyes finding his purple ones.

“Anything.”

She loosens up his tie, pulling the green silk fabric from his neck. His mother had made him wear it, said it belongs to his father.

“Hold your hands together.” Aegon raises his brow. “What?” She slaps his tie against his chest. “Do you want to fuck me or not Aegon?” There, she does it again. Saying his name like he is a piece of trash she needs to clean up. He does what he is told, pushing his wrists against each other.

She ties his hands together with the green silk. Making sure he cannot touch her and control what is about to happen.

She sinks down on him, her skin slapping against his. Aegon’s groans are filling up the office, as she sets the pace. Finally, he is inside her, but he can’t move, he can’t do anything. He is completely at her mercy. He hates that he loves it, to be commanded and tied up by her. She takes him so well, every inch of him filling her as if she was made to do so.

Her right hand is around his throat, pushing his head back. He is so stimulated, so embarrassingly close to his release already.

“You feel so good, baby.” His voice is low, and his eyes are closed.

“You better don’t come before I do.” She says then, but it is too late. Her words make him give in to his release.

In a way it is to punish her, Aegon hates that he likes what she does to him. Hates she is the one who can dominate him. So he climaxes, curses falling from his mouth. Her eyes narrowed, as his hips thrust upwards in the last moments of his aftershock.

He expects her to pull him out, to slap him maybe. Instead, she keeps on moving, in a frantic, rough manner.

It hurts so much, his soft flesh being ridden like this. Her moans are loud, drowning out his moans of pain. “The fuck you thought, coming before I came?” She slaps him.

“Shut up, I hate it when you act all silly and hurt when you get what you deserve.” Aegon his head falls back, feeling a bit foolish for liking the pain.

And when she finally comes, Aegon is panting as loud as she is. She kisses him on the mouth when she finally allows him to slip out of her. “I think you learned your lesson now.”

He can’t help but smile, for the game is over. They can go back to who they are now.

“Keep fucking me like that and I’ll tell father to hire you,” Aegon says. “And when I take over, you can be my assistant.”

He wants to fuck her on every surface in this office. Fuck her against the window while they watch the cars drive by. Fuck her on the plush couch his father always makes him wait on. Make her suck him off while he has online meetings, and let her ride his face while she makes important calls.

“Assitant?” She says in a mocking tone, destroying his fantasies. “I am made to lead, Aegon. Never to serve.”

She loosens up the tie, freeing his hands. She puts her panties back on and straightens her dress. “Clean up your face, it’s covered in my lipstick.” She advises him before leaving him alone.

Aegon grins as he watches her leave, oh, this is just the beginning.

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nightmare-foundation · 1 year ago

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Honestly it lowkey annoys me whenever people say that Michael has 'very little personality' outside of hunting down his father.

N like- on the surface, that seems true, but like. If you look deeper, that's... not really true?? Because there's a LOT that actually speaks to his character, but you have to be willing to catch onto the connections his character has

Like, for example, Michael has a very straightforward way of speaking. He's dry and sarcastic ("They thought I was you... [laugh]"), has a foreshortened sense of the future (the drawing of a gravestone in the security logbook), not to mention the dialogue of foxybro in fnaf 4. He doesn't beat around the bush, but he's bitter and dry and sarcastic. Even as an old man, his anger and cynicism towards Freddy's shows in his drawings, but he has a sense of humor (the exotic butters and casual bongos referenced in the logbook, not to mention the silly drawings), plus he's sentimental (as said before, exotic butters and casual bongos). Not to mention he's stubborn as shit, given he keeps coming back to Freddy's, even after 30 whole years.

A lot of people also really like to write Michael off as being stupid, for... some reason. The games really say otherwise; the fact that he tampers with the animatronics regularly, figured out what his father did and what happened to Elizabeth in less than a week, freed the dead kids, helped make FFPS and ran a business, likely Also made the fnaf 3 location too, knew what was gonna happen to him in SL (pretty clear given the fact you can ignore Baby's directions on the last night), can manage several animatronics at once throughout an entire night...

Michael is very clearly Really Fucking Smart. Smart enough that I'm willing to bet that was one of the reasons why William sent him to the SL bunker. Michael is FAR from an idiot, and the FNAF movie even proves this further! He's SCARILY smart!

There's a lot more too; him using a red foxy mask speaks a lot to his character too. Red is often used to denote everything from passion to anger (yknow, 'seeing red' being a term for when you're blind with rage), and he wears it the entire time he bullies CC. It's not just a literal mask, it's figurative too; Michael puts up a mask of anger, he pretends to be this scary bully. The cruelty isn't real, Michael is just the scapegoat and he's acting out (very very common).

Also, Michael is 100% who you play as in fnaf 4 based on the movement, and who rubs away in Midnight Motorist. CC is the type of kid to freeze up, curl up into a ball and cry when he's scared, as seen several times in fnaf 4. It wouldn't make sense for him to suddenly turn around and start running around, or fighting back. It's very Michael to run around, constantly looking around, or to break out and run away.

Another note on Michael's character is that he's associated with Foxy. The Funtimes are clearly modeled after the Aftons (Ballora and Baby are, why wouldn't the rest match CC (Freddy) and Michael (Foxy)?), and using that we can gleam some parts of Michael from FT Foxy (since William clearly was trying to mock and make fun of him with the angsty teen voice). FT Foxy is a performer; he's dramatic, he's vicious, attacking even when he 'shouldn't', and wants his stage solely to himself.

This fits Michael; Michael put on an act of viciousness and cruelty, always attacking when you least expected it. So it makes sense that Michael, too, is a performer, and FFPS hammers this in using the business bear. Again, the mask represents Michael acting, pretending, and it wouldn't be the first time an Afton would pretend (William, Elizabeth, and to an extent, CC). The rest of the Aftons are also theatrical and dramatic, so again, this tracks. He's also represented as one of those hand puppets in the ffps alleyway poster, something used to ACT.

And again, with Foxy, we can gleam that Michael likely is also a sort of 'leader' figure, since Foxy has been depicted as not just a pirate captain, but also as a Ringleader. This also tracks, not just bc the Aftons have a circus theme, but Michael is the eldest of his siblings, and thus the de facto 'leader'. He's the first to act, to put things into motion when everything 'ends'. Foxy is also, well, a fox, which are depicted as cunning and intelligent, which only lends credence to Michael being intelligent.

It's also implied that Michael... doesn't really care about people who Aren't his family?? Whether that's by blood or not, he doesn't care abt others who isn't his family. This is implied by the fact that he only cared about freeing Elizabeth, showing absolutely No care about the Funtimes despite them clearly being sentient. Not to mention the lawsuits he regularly gets in FFPS, or the state Fazbears Frights is in in fnaf 3. And, judging by Henry's final speech, he and Michael just. Don't seem to talk At All. At the very least they definitely don't communicate since Henry assumed Michael wanted to die (which is left Very Ambiguous).

Honestly this doesn't even BEGIN to get into everything that the Glitchtrap Michael theory says about his character that also hammer in all of these traits Even Further.

And like. Michael is SOOO much like William when you put all of this into perspective. Like, they are SIMILAR similar, but differ in ways that are important. Michael is a performer, an actor, he doesn't care about anyone outside of his family, he's stubborn as fuck, he's smart as hell, he's sarcastic and dry, etc.

He has SO. MUCH. CHARACTER. You just have to dig a little- this is ALL gleamed from the games and Security Logbook. There's more if you believe he's Glitchtrap- which he very likely is.

Just... it's nuts. He's such an intriguing character, he's not perfect and he's morally gray, yet people love to dumb him down to "hehe sad uwu arsonist zombie boy who's also Stupid"

Please just let Michael be a problematic old man (he was born in the 60s ffs, he's almost in his 60s by the time ffps rolls around).

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mist-see · 1 month ago

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For you to add a sparring scene but not to write it is crazy work btw- we have beef-SIRLOIN

Hit Me Like You Mean It

Side story to the I Hate You Au.

Setting: Training room, late night, base lit in low amber tones

Characters: Tall, dominant Black female reader (6’3”) x Ghost (6’4”)

Theme: enemy tension, physical dominance, technical combat, intimate violence

This was the second time now. The second time the two of you met up to spar. It had been two months now, two weeks since Berlin.

The gym was empty except for the hum of the overhead lights and the sound of your boots thudding against the mat.

You’d been hitting the heavy bag for an hour. Sweat rolled down your spine, your tank sticking to the curve of your back, abs flexing with every sharp exhale. Focused. Controlled.

Until you heard the door creak open.

You didn’t have to look to know who it was.

That heavy footfall- something that was usually quiet. It was a way to announce his presence. That aura of coiled tension like a dog waiting for permission to bite.

Ghost.

Of course it was him.

You kept hitting the bag, pretending you didn’t notice. But your voice gave you away. You just couldn’t help yourself- he hadn’t moved from the door.

“You looking for something, soldier?”

Silence.

“You.”

You turned slowly.

He stood across the room, mask on, hands wrapped. Black shirt dried but not for long. Shoulders loose but eyes locked in.

“Could’ve fooled me,” you said. “You’ve been dodging me since that op in Berlin.”

He stepped onto the mat. “You came close to getting me killed.”

You smirked. “You walked into my line of fire.”

“You didn’t call your shots.”

You rolled your neck, muscles flexing as you squared up.

“Wanna get it out of your system?”

He cracked his knuckles.

“Oh, absolutely.” Cocky.

The first hit was his.

A low hook,fast, controlled, aimed at your ribs. You blocked it with a forearm, pivoted, and drove your shoulder into his chest to break his balance.

He grunted but didn’t fall.

Instead, he smiled. Well barely a smile, more like a twitch underneath the mask.

“You hit like you mean it.”

“I always do,” you said, sweeping his leg.

He hopped it, rotated midair, came down with a back elbow aimed at your temple.

You ducked, twisted behind him, caught his arm under your shoulder, and threw him to the mat.

Boom.

His back hit hard, but he rolled through and came up swinging. You took the punch- a clean right to the gut-absorbed it, and cracked him across the jaw with a left hook that turned his head.

His eyes lit up behind the mask.

You saw it.

That flicker of good. That high only combat gave him.

And suddenly this wasn’t sparring.

It was foreplay for two people who didn’t know how to touch softly yet.

You locked up, chest to chest, hands grappling for control.

You were tall, strong, but he was brutal. Efficient. He fought dirty, and so did you.

His thigh slid between yours, trying to unbalance you.

You grinned.

“Careful, Lieutenant,” you growled in his ear. “You trynna make this personal?”

His answer was a knee to your thigh — hard. Bruising. You returned it with a palm to his throat, pushing him back just enough to see him.

“Take the mask off,” you said.

“Why?”

“Wanna see your face when I pin you.”

He laughed. A genuine one.

Low. Dangerous.

“You can try.”

And you did.

You feinted right, dodged left, and caught him off guard with a spin-kick to the ribs. He hit the mat again, but this time, you went with him.

You straddled his hips, knees pinning his arms. One hand on his throat, the other on his chest.

His breath hitched — just a little.

“You done?” you asked, chest heaving.

He didn’t answer.

Didn’t tap.

Didn’t yield.

He just looked up at you, breath ragged, and said:

“If I say yes, will you stop touching me?”

You leaned in, your nose nearly brushing his mask.

“No.”

His hands flexed under your thighs.

He was hard.

So were you, (differently of course) in the fight, in the tension, in every wired muscle that refused to call this a win.

You rolled off him slowly, standing over him, offering a hand. Something you didn’t do your first spar. Growth.

He took it.

And pulled you back into him.

Chest to chest again.

He stared down at you now, panting.

“This ain’t over,” he said.

You smiled, sweat glistening across your shoulders.

“I’m counting on it.”

After that, no one sparred with Ghost but you.

And the bruises?

Everyone tried their best to keep their comments to themselves.

Cod Masterlist

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dracrownian · 11 days ago

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I think my favorite thing about Rei, and probably the reason I got so hooked on him as a character, is that, despite supposedly being this supercop following only cold logic and reasoning, that man is completely ruled by his heart.

Bourbon? Cold, calculating. Seductive, probably. (In my headcanons at least.) He is, probably, what Rei wants to believe he actually is (aside from the whole thing where he's an evil agent of the Org Rei is trying to destroy; we're just talking personality here).

Amuro? Sure, he's "warm" and "friendly" but it's fake as shit. It's the kind of detached friendliness you get from any retail or food service worker. "I don't care about you, personally, but I'll put on a smile until you leave for the sake of my job," type shit.

Furuya? (Specifically the cop side of him.) Much more similar to Bourbon, in that he's colder and more calculating than Amuro appears to be, but Furuya is focused entirely on his job, on what gets results. He's molded himself to be the perfect undercover agent, to think rationally, to be what his supervisors want him to be. Everything he does is to further his goals.

All of those masks are facets of Rei's personality, but none of them are him completely. Amuro isn't any more or less "real" than Bourbon or Furuya.

But Rei is the anomaly amongst all of them, because even Amuro with his fake warmth is a mask based on cold logic. Pretending to care* about those people will get him what he wants.

So let's talk about Rei. Because Rei is and he isn't Bourbon and Amuro and Furuya.

It wasn't "logic and reasoning" that sent him into a rage after Hiro's death, or has him potentially compromising his cover to track Akai down and kill him.

It isn't "logic and reasoning" that keeps him driving a car that can so easily be traced back to his real identity if Gosho bothered to think about things like that.

It isn't "logic and reasoning" that has him chasing after Kaitou Kid because of a dumb magic trick, or adopting a dog that followed him home, or tracking down a woman that treated him kindly as a kid and going undercover to destroy the organization to got her killed, or specifically going after the man who killed Hagi and Matsuda after he was broken out of jail (when any other cop could've done the same thing).

Rei's heart is the best thing about him, and the fact that he tries his best to hide it away, despite it being what continues to spur him onward, is one of the compelling things about him. And it's also why I think he wouldn't have been a good character if he was always just supposed to be a villain.

(Well, that and Gosho's villains are all boring as hell, and have no reason to get invested in them. That's another rant for another time.)

(addendum I forgot to come back to: *I do think Rei has come to care about some of the people he's spending time with. Conan is the biggest example. But it definitely started off as fake.)

#idk if this even makes sense to anyone else #i was just having feelings about rei and i needed to talk about him #detective conan #furuya rei

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nonnewtonianracoon · 6 months ago

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Okay, I was listening to music and my mind hurt my own feelings so I spent four hours expanding on that! All characters and storyline is from @scientificallywrongsoap and his heart wrenching countdown series on tiktok, the song lyrics are Thank You by The Jolly Rogers, and the pain is ours to share. Grab a pet or stuffed animal, some tissues, and whatever other comfort you need, and strap in because it's long and painful 🙂

We all laugh and tell old stories

Just sittin' in the dark

And not one of them knows that

When we land I'll disembark

Pain, unlike Smith has ever felt. He thought he knew pain, but fuck, it feels like Zed injected lava instead of Ed’s serum. Cuts, breaks, bruises, even bullet wounds he’s nursed time and time again, but this is different. All consuming, stealing his breath as his body begins to mutate. He can feel it before the changes become visible, and he gasps and tenses, hands trembling as he rips off his mask. His desire for privacy is overtaken by the desperate ache in his chest, lungs screaming for fresh air, and he barely notices Zed’s eyes widen as he sees his face, *his* face, for the first time. It’s like looking in an old mirror, the streaks and chips distorting it slightly, a myriad of scars that don’t match, but the base is the same, faces nearly identical even as they’re currently masks of a Venn diagram of expressions: one shocked, one tortured, both terrified. Smith’s racing heart sinks in his chest as a cold feeling of dread washes over him.

We've spent so much time together

Out prowling on the sea

That somehow this strange group of men became a family

Family. What a strange concept. Foreign and familiar all at once. He’s got the Shadows, certainly, but since coming here it’s been…different. He loves his brothers, deeply and fiercely, but it feels almost programmed into him to do so. Not necessarily an obligation, but an unquestionable fact. But the others, the men he’s met since coming to help the doctor with this project, the ones he begrudgingly calls friends only within the privacy of his own mind… they grew on him, like a particularly stubborn fungus, or a wart he just couldn’t dig out the root of. Love is a bit of a strong word, but as his mind whirls through years of memories, he’s surprised to find a lot of them are from the last few months, as opposed to the collage of solely memories of his unit as he had expected. They say the last seven minutes of your life, your brain tries to comfort you by playing a highlight reel; who’d have thought this bunch of chronically ridiculous bastards would have wormed their way into mine so quickly?

We started out no more than boys

With more guts than brains

Doing what they said could not be done

They thought we were insane

But of course, as expected, there are many memories of his brothers. Well, brothers and sister, he mentally amends. I wonder if she’ll ever work up the courage to tell Graves. We all know he’d accept her, but I also understand the fear. How my heart was pounding almost as fast then as it is now when he followed me to that bar, and how worried I was about his reaction, and his dumbass idea was just to throw a paper airplane of “wingman” tips at me with a wink, leave a list of resources and surprisingly helpful books on my bed, and an offer to listen or pretend it never happened. Memories of explosions, fireworks and C4, laughs and screams, kites and drones, life and death, all flashing before his mind’s eye even as the ceiling blurs above him, tears and sweat stinging his eyes as his hands tangle in Zed’s shirt, fighting to stay as aware as possible, time warping around him.

One by one they wandered to their bunks, ready for another day

And I'm left alone here with the stars

Where they can't hear me say:

Thank you, lads, for all you are

And all you've been to me

Thank you for the laughter and

For all the memories

Thank you, for being there

Through the good times and the bad

And thank you for being the best mates I've ever had

Nobody knows. Nobody but Zed and Doc. It was never even discussed to tell the others; not the specifics, anyway. Everything was relatively normal tonight, heightened emotions and anticipation hidden by a practiced facade of disinterest and sarcastic humor. The König brothers had made dinner for everyone; Jack found a new recipe for some ridiculous dessert. It was so bad, but everyone mutually agreed to eat it anyway and choke it down with a smile. The kid had worked so hard on it, and nobody wanted to hurt his feelings. While Jack is a grown man too, every bit as capable and vicious as the rest, he has a fragile quality that tugs at Smith’s protective side. Not quite like WZ and his ridiculous projected naivety, he thinks as a choked laugh bubbles in his aching chest and burning throat, the stupid little pink cat ear headphones he manipulated his way into possession of popping into his head unbidden. No, Jack has an optimism and hope that’s managed to stay untarnished through everything, and the way the kid had literally started radiating a soft yellow when everyone complimented his efforts was worth the horrendous experience of the dessert currently re-appearing all over the floor, forced from Smith’s body as he writhes in agony as a raw scream tears from his throat.

We have seen success and we've watched our fortunes grow

And we have shared more happy times than many men will know

We were all there together when each of us found a wife

Love was something he had never envisioned for himself. Didn’t think it to be possible before coming here, not for someone like him. Stained from the moment he entered the world, designed instead of conceived, honed instead of raised. But watching Swagger and 7-1, as well as WZ and Ghost, he had started toying with the idea, and now the what ifs swirl through him, as bright and hot as embers in the breeze, pinpricks of pain that have nothing to do with the serum overtaking his entire being.

And we proudly watched the children grow

And have a happy life

Childhood. What a novel idea. The thought of being so small, so defenseless and helpless, utterly dependent on the adults around you… it terrifies him. Children terrify him, he’s always known he wanted nothing to do with kids, even as Graves made sure they had as much of a chance to be kids as he could provide. Decorating a Christmas tree, brightly wrapped boxes, chalk and stuffed toys mixed in with new weapons and survival guides. Days where they’d run around a training field with paintball guns or bubble wands instead of actually doing something useful, or watch animated movies with popcorn and candy, building impressive but sloppy forts with blankets and pillows. Graves has his faults, to be sure, but he also did his best to balance what their existence was curated for with the life he said they deserved, and Smith finds himself more thankful for that now than ever before.

And we have shared great tragedy

That none should bear alone

And with every loss and heartache

Our brotherhood has grown

I'm not the first to leave, it's true

Some have gone before

I know without me the crew

Will reinvent once more

Zachariah. Victor. Aaron. Jacob. Eric. They’re skilled, but they’re not perfect, and sometimes good plans go bad. It’s like losing a limb every time, a part of his soul going cold, a corner of his mind going dark, a nail in the coffin of his sanity every time one of his brothers falls. But they always come back stronger, angrier, out for revenge. Some of their best ops were carried out in the name of vengeance. He distantly hopes nobody that doesn’t deserve it gets hurt, the only ones at fault being himself and Ed. Zed and the rest have no blood on their hands, they don’t deserve retribution for his choices.

Thank you, lads, for all you are

And all you've been to me

Thank you for the laughter and foe all the memories

Thank you, for being there

Through the good times and the bad

And thank you for being the best mates I've ever had

As the pain intensifies, Smith hears yelling. A small flicker of hope in his chest as the doctor walks in, but it quickly fades as Ed’s eyes fill with disgust and distant loathing, looking at him like nothing but the bodily fluids pooling around him on the floor, cold and clinical, nothing like the warm amusement he thought had been there mere hours ago. Broken tools aren’t worth their space on the shelf, he thinks bitterly, hands tucking under his chin as Zed shoves them off him. A bolt of panic shoots through Smith’s heart, sharp and white hot. “Please,” he tries to say, but the thick, swollen lump of his tongue won’t move right and all that comes out is a disheartened wheeze as his teeth enlarge and change shape, morphing to razor sharp fangs within his gums. Please, he thinks desperately, please don’t leave. I don’t want to die alone, I don’t want you to go, please don’t walk away too. Don’t leave me, please….

With that the coughing starts again

The crimson hard to hide

Hands, on his throat. A sharp pinch, different enough from the agony of the mutations that it stands out. Heat flowing into him, but not the burning flame of the serum; comforting, like sunshine on a spring day. His eyes fly open, eyes he didn’t realise had fallen shut. The foolish engineer crouched above him, silhouetted against the glaring fluorescent light like an angel, even as he curses himself for thinking something so repulsively, dreadfully cliche. But Zed is visibly irate, trembling with righteous fury even as he handles Smith like he’s made of porcelain, touch achingly tender as he monitors the flow of something into the cannula he’s inserted into Smith’s jugular. The substance becomes apparent as the mutations slow, the pain easing slightly, and hope buds again as he stares into the same eyes that greet him from his reflection, as dizzying now as every time before. The weirdest deja vu, even with his unit, he’s never been able to get used to it.

I'm sorry my brothers

Hope you never know I lied

Omission. The guilt is eating him alive; he thought they’d never need to know. His friends here, his family there, he was foolish enough to believe he’d be able to handle this tonight and go back to life tomorrow. Hubris, pure and simple. He had too much faith in himself, and didn’t think to so much as leave a video or note. He thought he was being noble, thought he’d be doing a good thing by helping them, but now he just feels selfish for not having a backup plan for this. He’d had too much faith in the doctor, blind faith, and now he’ll be little more than a cautionary tale once they find out exactly what happened.

But this one won't get better, lads

And I know it's true

So I choose to walk away before I burden you

The pleasant warmth is fading, the australium not doing enough to counteract the serum, and Smith now knows with certainty he’s going to die tonight. There’s no peace, no grim satisfaction of a job well done, no morbid excitement at the possibility of reuniting with his fallen brothers, just the cold claws of failure sinking into his heart as Zed’s tears fall on Smith’s face, the former having noticed the pain creeping back into the latter’s eyes and reaching the same bitter, cold realization.

I will say the time is right

For me to go my way

And I know you'll understand

Or at least that's what you'll say

The excuses he’d made when he came here, the cajoling and borderline begging he’d had to do to try to get permission, the way it failed and he slipped out in the night because this felt so goddamn important he was willing to risk everything to help. The excuses he’d made to himself to justify it, staying in contact with a couple of his brothers to keep them from panicking and launching a search party. How he’d had the lecture of his life when Graves found him and called him back, and he had to explain everything and promise seventy three times, in ninety two ways, seventeen silly voices, twelve ridiculous accents, and four languages to ***be careful*** and here he is, dying on a cold tile floor because he overestimated his abilities; something they’d all been warned against from the start. He’d been so sure he was making the right call, but now he’s no longer able to justify it to himself. The harsh reality is unforgiving and he finds himself wishing for just one more. One more stupid movie in a blanket fort, one more adrenaline crazed mission, one more stupid dad joke from Ghost, one more day of chasing bubbles in the sun and drawing chalk flowers and practicing penmanship on the concrete parking lot, one more godawful meal that’s somehow undercooked and burnt but still tastes better than the most expensive restaurant because it was made with care…

I will wish you luck and watch you sail upon the sea

For the first time in forever

I will just be me

What will it be like? To not be part of a unit? Every day, dozens of iterations of his own face swarm around him. Tiny differences, but nearly identical. He’s always had his own opinions and preferences, but he’s never been a singular person. Even here, he’s nearly a carbon copy of Zed. How nobody ever noticed is beyond him….. He’s never considered the afterlife, never really felt drawn to; now is probably the best time to do it, he muses as his mind starts to separate from his body and the growing distance between his mind and the soul shredding agony allows his thoughts to begin to clear and grow more cohesive. But what’s the point in speculation? He’ll be finding out soon enough, anyway.

Thank you, lads, for all you are

And all you've been to me

Thank you for the laughter and for all the memories

Thank you, for being there

Through the good times and the bad

And thank you for being the best mates I've ever had

A conversation, words exchanged between himself and Zed, each breath growing more shallow and ragged. Tears from both men, twin expressions of guilt for different reasons, and a twin hatred for the man they butted heads over for so long. Animosity for each other morphing and joining, aimed at the doctor who’s hands are now stained with Smith’s blood even though it’s Zed’s that spilled it.

Thank you, lads, for all you are

And all you've been to me

Thank you for the laughter and

For all the memories

Thank you, for being there

Through the good times and the bad

And thank you for being the best mates I've ever had

Forgiveness and acceptance, even as the fire within him grows unbearable, even as words start to lose meaning and become abstract shapes in his ears, the world going dark around him. Hearing is the last sense to go, and through the heavy darkness overtaking him, Smith hears a variation of the same vow he himself has made, five times over. A vow of revenge.

Thank you for being the best

Mates I've ever had

I hope you laughed and cried, and I am immensely proud of this so be nice or I might cry. Alas, Glitch has set these characters loose in the world and they have been plaguing me, so I decided to take the muse and skedaddle. (Also this is my formal written apology for the Graves slander in your comments, Glitch. I hope it suffices.)

I hope I did them justice, and I hope you suffer as much reading this as I did writing it 😁💜

#scientificallywrongsoap #help i have no idea what i'm doing #cod #tf2 engineer #edward richtofen #Spotify

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aventurineswife · 5 months ago

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Hey! How about a break from my parental requests (there were 4 requests as I counted) with a totally normal one? (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

Anyway, I was wondering if you could make a reader based on a gem, it consists of the reader having a rather unique structure compared to his gem siblings, having holes in his chest. The reader does not care much about this fact because they can replace them with gems, with the characters Aventurine Sampo, Dan Heng and Jing Yuan, something else to add is that the reader would change the gem depending on the character: He explained to me, Aventurine with a Phosphophyllite gem of hardness 3, with Sampo with a Euclass gem of hardness 7.5, Dan Heng with an Alexandrite with a hardness of 8.5 and finally with Jing Yuan with a Phantom Quartz of hardness 7. I hope I have explained myself? Ó⁠╭⁠╮⁠Ò

-💤🩵 anon

Gems of the Soul

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Dan Heng x Reader, Sampo x Reader, Jing Yuan x Reader, Found Family, Emotional Bonds, Angst with Comfort, Slow Burn, Philosophical Themes, Vulnerability, Growth, Self-Discovery, Metaphorical Imagery, Introspection, Emotional Healing.

Warnings: Exploration of emotional trauma, themes of fragility and vulnerability, existential musings, potential for bittersweet moments.

A/N: I had a hard time writing this because I never watched the anime...🧍‍♀️

The first time Aventurine met you, his eyes gleamed with intrigue. The shimmering hue of your Phosphophyllite core caught his attention immediately. "Fragile," he remarked with a grin, tapping a finger against the gem embedded in your chest. "You’re gambling with life itself, aren’t you? How fitting."

Despite the fragility of your gemstone, you stood tall. You didn’t flinch under his calculating gaze, nor did you shy away from his sharp wit. Aventurine, for all his charm and strategic genius, had rarely met someone willing to expose their weaknesses so openly.

"You think fragility is a disadvantage?" you asked, your voice steady. "It’s a reminder to adapt, to evolve."

Over time, you became his confidant—someone who understood the delicate balance of risk and reward that Aventurine lived by. The way your gemstone changed after every encounter—cracking, chipping, and being replaced—fascinated him. Yet, he also found himself oddly protective, ensuring his schemes never pushed you too far.

One day, you confronted him. "You don’t need to keep gambling with yourself, Aventurine. Even the strongest strategists deserve peace."

For once, the man of a thousand masks faltered. In you, he saw the strength to acknowledge fragility without shame—a strength he secretly envied.

Sampo leaned back with his signature mischievous grin as you held out a piece of Euclase to slot into your chest. "So, you picked the wise and kind gem, huh? I’m flattered," he teased.

You smiled knowingly. "You’ve lived enough lives to appreciate this, haven’t you?"

Sampo wasn’t quick to analyze you. He watched, he joked, and he danced around your purpose with the ease of a merchant spinning a yarn. But the moment you placed the gem into your chest, he sobered. "Y’know," he murmured, "you’re a bit of a puzzle. People like me… we don’t deserve kindness, yet here you are."

Traveling with Sampo was chaotic but enlightening. Where others saw a swindler, you saw a man fighting to survive, a soul tired of constantly being one step ahead. The Euclase within you resonated with his hidden wisdom, giving him moments of clarity he rarely allowed himself.

"You’re not as selfish as you pretend to be," you told him once. "You just don’t think anyone will see beyond the façade."

Sampo laughed it off, but the way he lingered by your side spoke volumes.

Dan Heng’s eyes narrowed the first time you placed the Alexandrite gem into your chest. Its iridescent colors shifted under the light, much like his emotions—hidden yet always present.

"You don’t need to do that," he said softly, his tone laced with concern. "I don’t want to hurt you."

You shook your head. "This isn’t about fear, Dan Heng. It’s about understanding."

The Alexandrite gem was perfect for him. Just as it reflected multiple colors, Dan Heng’s past and present constantly collided within him. You understood his struggles—the isolation, the guilt, the fight against the storm raging inside.

When his anger or self-doubt bubbled to the surface, the gem in your chest pulsed with light, grounding him. "You don’t have to run from yourself," you told him. "You’re stronger than you think."

Over time, Dan Heng grew to trust you, allowing you glimpses of the man behind the stoic exterior. In return, your Alexandrite core remained unbroken, a testament to the strength he inspired in you.

Jing Yuan’s eyes gleamed with quiet curiosity as you inserted the Phantom Quartz into your chest. The layers of white and black within the gem mirrored his own duality—peaceful yet commanding, calm yet ever-watchful.

"I see you’ve chosen a gem with depth," he remarked, his voice like a gentle breeze. "Fitting, isn’t it?"

Jing Yuan was a man who carried the weight of centuries, yet his serene demeanor rarely faltered. You, with your multi-layered gem, became a mirror for his own internal conflicts. The Phantom Quartz spoke to both your insecurities and his—an understanding that neither of you needed to voice.

"You’re too hard on yourself," you said one evening as the two of you gazed at the stars.

"And you’re too selfless," he replied, his tone gentle but firm. "You put yourself in harm’s way for others. That’s not a burden you need to carry alone."

With Jing Yuan, you felt both the safety of his wisdom and the quiet sorrow of his regrets. The Phantom Quartz within you grew stronger with every moment, its layers shifting and intertwining—just like the bond you shared with him.

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bluebasie · 10 months ago

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Hashira Character Analysis Sexuality head canons!!

Since the canon sexualities of the Hashiras were never confirmed and will likely never be confirmed, I have taken it upon myself to come up with a sexuality head canon for each of them based on scenes from the anime, manga, and fan books, etc. This is a pretty large task and analyzing every piece of Demon Slayer media is a huge task so please forgive me if I miss a piece of information that could be interpreted as information suggesting a character’s preference for love! Keep in mind that these are just personal head canon that I wanted to share, and I will include some non-canon ships to show cases of interest. Also, disclaimer, I will not be adding a head canon for Muichiro because I genuinely don't know about him, and I don't think there is enough information about his character loving another and I also don't feel comfortable speculating about his sexuality given his age. But anyways, I will be using a series of quotes, scenes, and situations to come up with each potential sexuality for each Hashira and some may be more detailed than others due to a surplus of scenes or personal bias causing me to pay a little more attention to my favorites. Sorry in advance but I'll try and make it not as noticeable!

Starting with the Water Pillar, Tomioka Giyuu!

Starting off the bat, I really don't think that Tomioka has an interest in women. Let me explain. A huge example of this can be seen in Tomioka’s attitude towards a relationship between Shinazugawa Sanemi and Kocho Shinobu. From season one we can see Kocho’s attempts and friendship with Tomioka and just how unreceived they are despite Kocho's adamant insistence to the point of annoyance. While one could say that he just doesn't like her, it is mentioned during his soba eating contest with Tanjiro in the anime that he definitely does worry about her. Despite this he treats her like an annoyed older brother with an annoying younger sister who likes to pretend they don't care about each other but actually do. Regardless of this dynamic, Tomioka has made it clear he does not always enjoy her forced company, and he has clearly shown a reluctance to try and form a deeper bond with her. On the other hand, while Tomioka is known for being socially avoidant, he actively tries to befriend Shinazugawa where he genuinely breaks his emotionless mask that he's had on for years at the thought of closeness with Shinazugawa. He is shown to genuinely have a deep fascination with Sanemi as seen in his conversation with Tanjiro in the Light novels where they talk about Sanemi and a situation where he asked Giyuu out to eat and he rejected him because he had just eaten. After understanding why Shinazugawa had gotten angry afterwards, he smiles at the thought of Sanemi wanting to eat with him. There is also the fact that in the fanbook when it shows what each hashira thinks of each other for mitsuri it says that he thinks she shows too much skin implying that he thinks it unsafe for her without regard to the sexual implications of exposing her chest and legs due to the skirt. Also, it is said in an extra chapter looking at what each character was doing after the war, it is said that Giyuu and the Uzui family frequent the hot springs which if you didn't know are common in Japan to soak in without clothes. When in the panel at the hot springs it can be seen that Giyuu sits alone away from all of them. This again shows a small glimpse into his potential disinterest in women. Then there is the entire Sabito situation. While it is not said in Demon slayer that Giyuu and Sabito were romantically involved, it is implied throughout giyuu’s entire character story of the impact that Sabito and his death has had and continued to have on his life for years. Giyuu’s interest and want for closeness for both Sanemi and Sabito throughout the Franchise shows his preference for relationships with men rather than women in general. Because of this I would say that my head canon for Giyuu would be that he is definitely a gay man. I don't really think he’s bi just because of his lack of interest expressed in women at all in the entire franchise so I think he is exclusively attracted to men. However is implied in the final chapter that he had a ‘descendent’ implying that he ended up with a woman, he has other family as seen when we was taken away by extended family after his sister’s death and I frankly don't think it’s in character for Giyuu to find and leave a woman pregnant within the three to four years he has left with the demon mark seeing as he has little to no natural charisma and social skills as well as the fact that it would be terrible to leave a woman alone to raise a baby by herself with no close family in the 1920’s but I digress. Overall, I think that based on character interactions my final head canon for Giyuu is that he is gay.

Now onto my girl the Insect Pillar, Kocho Shinobu.

Throughout the franchise it is seen that Kocho seems to have no romantic attraction to any characters in the entire manga, anime, etc. She also is shown to have no want or need for romantic connection due to her priorities is not only demon slaying but also running a hospital and planning her own death after being blinded by the idea of revenge on the demon who had killed her sister. It is also seen that her character largely revolves around family unlike Giyuu’s character revolving around friendship/love for others. Shinobu’s motives and relationships revolve around her sisters, Kanae and Kanao, as well as Aoi and the butterfly triplets. She also seems to hold a connection with Inosuke as a sort of mother figure. Clearly, we can see that Shinobu places a higher emphasis on family, including found family, which shows her character prioritizing care for platonic relationships. She also seems to not care for romantic relationships for the future because she never planned a future for herself with her plan being to sacrifice herself to kill Douma to avenge Kanae. It is clearly shown that her priorities lay in the family she has collected over the years and creating justice for the family she has lost including her sister and the fact that her reasoning for becoming a demon slayer was the impact of her parents' death. Overall Shinobu does not have any romantic feelings for others being too clouded in her mission to kill the one who had killed her sister, and she never planned to find a partner one day due to the fact that she never planned for another day after the infinity castle. Because of her preference for platonic relationships, lack of interest in romance, and opposition to sexualizing herself as seen when she burns the original female uniform given to her, I think she is aromantic asexual. This head canon is very dear to me despite not actually being aroace myself because of her serious priority to her family that just isn't seen often in shonen media with girls who are never shown to be interested in romantic love and instead have their own story and goal to focus on. If you couldn't tell at this point, I really love Shinobu’s character.

Now I'm moving onto the Sound Pillar, Uzui Tengen.

To start us off with the obvious, Uzui is polygamous. This is cannon and not a head canon so we can add that as a fact so moving on to beyond his polygamous status I guess I am mainly interested in if he is only attracted to women or also men. Right off the bat, purely based on speculation, I would say that he would be open to something like that just due to his openness to ideas that were not common during this time period or in his communities as well as his preference for the extravagant, in his words flashy. This can not only be seen with his polygamous relationship but also with his insistence that his wives put their own lives before others which was practically unheard of in the shinobi communities that they all had grown up in. While this took a long time to adjust to for Suma, Makio, and Hinatsuru, Uzui was open to this new life priority seeing as he was the one who had come up with it. He is also seen to be open to multi-gendered bathing in the hot springs with his wives and Giyuu which could further the point that he has no preference for gender or things like that and that he just wants to have a flashy time. One final thing that could possibly point towards his lack of preference could maybe be the fact that he puts a lot of emphasis on his looks. While during this time period men usually didn't wear makeup, jewels, paint their nails, and wear shiny clothes, Uzui disregards social norms to be the best self that he can so this could possibly point towards his lack of care about love between the same gender because those things just would not matter to him. Because of his supposed ‘lack of care for gender’, I definitely think he likes both genders, but I also do think he has a slight preference for women for whatever reason due to the fact that he has three wives obviously. For Uzui’s final head canon, I would say that he’s bisexual with a slight preference for women.

Now going on to the Flame Pillar, Rengoku Kyojuro.

There also isn't much to see about relationships between Rengoku and other characters but based on his dedication to his family's traditions through Hashira lineage, breathing style, and estate, I do believe that if Rengoku was to stay alive that he would have wanted to find a wife and settle down at some point like his family before him. He is shown to love being around his mother and taking care of his brother so I can definitely see him growing to be a huge family man who just loves his wife a lot. There was a small quip in a fan book where Rengoko refers to Tomioka as handsome, but it honestly just felt like a supportive bro thing where he doesn't feel ashamed to compliment his friends. Rengoku’s relationship with mitsuri could be somewhat evidence that he does not feel much attraction for women but obviously he's not just going to be into every woman he sees, and he clearly views mitsuri as a younger sister. This only proves his family man status even more with his care to those who are younger than him. Due to his constant support of others and traditions of a traditional family I feel confident in saying that Rengoku is the number one Straight ally. He would totally be supportive if any of the Hashira ended up getting together with a person who is the same gender as themselves.

Moving on to the Wind Pillar, Shinazugawa Sanemi.

Shinazugawa is one of the characters who have seemed to show interest, whether romantic or other, but interest nonetheless in both men and women. It is seen in the fan books and the light novels that he was interested in Kocho Kanae when she was alive stating that being with her made him remember his mover and his infatuation with Tomioka over the span of the series with him getting distracted by the sound of his voice, getting visibly worked up over even the smallest of actions that he does, encouraging him in the war, and being seen having a close relationship after the final war arc. Sanemi is shown to be a very expressive individual who feels a lot of feelings towards others and some of those feelings I would say are feelings of attraction, infatuation, and even love. Sanemi is also shown to be very defensive of his feelings as seen when Tanjiro walks in on his and Tomioka’s fight which is seen to be very unguarded and raw with it being a direct expression of everything Sanemi was feeling and everything he wanted to express. However, when Tanjiro views this exchange Sanemi immediately jumps to the conclusion that Tanjiro was ‘spying on them’ as if this fight was meant to be hidden and private not for the eyes or knowledge of anybody besides Tomioka. It seems to me that Shinazugawa clearly knows what he feels about Giyuu and he is scared of it and tries to hide it from others and also himself. He ends up losing this guard after the war though when it is seen that he goes out to eat lunch with Giyuu after sorting out the miscommunication between them over the years. Because of his intense feelings towards people who are both genders, I would say that he is definitely bisexual. I don't know if he has a preference and what preference he would lean towards if he had one but for now I'm just going to say that he is bisexual.

Moving on to the Stone Pillar, Himejima Gyomei.

This one is pretty simple, I think. Gyomei is a Buddhist monk so that means he is celibate. This essentially means that he would not have a romantic partner or have children in an attempt to forward his path to enlightenment. He has never shown romantic interest in anyone throughout the span of the series, so I think it's safe to say that he is Unlabeled? I don't want to say that he is aroace because I don't know if he has romantic feelings but just doesn't act on them or if he doesn't have them at all, but I guess it would make sense if he was on the aroace spectrum. I think either aroace or unlabeled would work here and are headcanons that would make a lot of sense.

Next, we have the Love Pillar, Kanroji Mitsuri.

In connection to her breathing style, Mitsuri is a very expressive and loving person to people of all types. This does also include women as well. In her character introduction in the first season this is explicitly shown where after every character introduction of the other Hashiras Mitsuri would include a small quip about some words of admiration, she has for them including Shinobu. While Kanroji did join the Demon slayers for a husband, I think that she actually does have love for everyone regardless of gender and she just really wants a husband specifically because of social norms and the fact that she wants somebody who is stronger than her and while there are very few men who are stronger than her there are few women who fit that standard as well. Other than that, I don't think that the LOVE Hashira really has a preference for gender, and she just feels a small attraction towards everybody. I think that she could be pansexual or at least under the bisexual umbrella if anybody believes she has a preference towards one gender, but I think she just feels a good amount of love for everybody and everything with a high surplus for Iguro and therefore pansexual!

Finally, we've got the most difficult to understand in my opinion, The Serpent Hashira, Iguro Obanai.

Iguro has got quite the history with a distaste towards women due to the trauma he had endured during his childhood. His lack of romantic affection had been carried with him for his entire life until meeting Mitsuri when he fell head over heels for her. Iguro’s love for mitsuri has frankly made it pretty difficult to understand or come up with a headcanon due to his disinterest in literally every one besides her. I don't think he would ever love another woman or show affection to another man which makes it difficult to come up with something. I guess I could say that he is unlabeled because he literally does not love anybody and has never loved anybody besides Mitsuri before. I could also say that he is Asexual because as seen in his entrapment, the fascination the snake demon had of him, her watching him at night, and his family overloading him with overwhelming food he did not want. This could all be seen as an allegory for sexual assault and/or grooming as a child and that might have caused him to want to avoid anything sexual and therefore I think it could be very possible that he could at least be under the asexual umbrella.

That was a lot of writing so thank you if you read this far! Keep in mind that these are head canons and if you disagree on anything please don't start a war in the comments or anything. Please. Anyways I would love to hear your own head canons and what you think of this small character analysis!

#demon slayer #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #kny hashira #giyuu tomioka #shinobu kocho #tengen uzui #rengoku kyojuro #sanemi shinaguzawa #gyomei himejima #mitsuri kanroji #obanai iguro #sanegiyuu #obamitsu #headcanon #sexuality

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bluejayadler · 4 months ago

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Dead Boy Detectives X Rise of the Guardians

Someone said Charles Rowland as Jack Frost...and Yes. We doing this. Because why not do a DBDa x Rise of the Guardians AU. In Rise of the Guardians, the Guardians are specifically guardians of childhood and different parts of childhood - like Santa is wonder, Sandy is dreams (love the Sandman/Dream references we can easily throw in), Tooth Fairy is memories, Bunny is hope (spring, life, new life). And give me some leeway here, its been a bit since I've looked heavily into the lore of the movie and the books. So I could try to match characters based on personality but we're gonna go by Center - Santa explains to Jack that he protects Wonder because that is his center, and that Jack needs to find his center to know what type of Guardian he is. Spoiler - Jack is Fun.

Now we'll keep Charles as Jack Frost. For a couple reasons - one, it sparked this whole thing. Two, they're stories line up so well! Jack died in a frozen lake! Charles died of hyperthermia from a freezing lake! Its too perfect. Three, I think Charles's center could be fun. And I say could be. The guardians centers are boiled down aspects of childhood - ideal childhood. Charles uses smiles and laughter and jokes to cover his pain. Just as Jack used humor to fight off fear in one of his flashbacks. At the beginning of the movie, we see Jack bringing a snow day and having fun playing with the children, starting a snowball fight, creating an epic sled ride for Jamie. And he's all smiles and laughter. Even after Jamie stops. Jamie crashes and loses a tooth, and all the kids start talking about the tooth fairy...and even then, Jack is still trying to keep the smiles up, keep laughing, keep the game going - Until Jamie walks through him. Then the smile is gone. He's alone. No one to pretend to be happy for. (If you spend 5 minutes analyzing Jack's story in the movie, this children's movie becomes so depressing...worse if you add his book backstory to it. But I'll refrain from that particular angst analysis until requested). Anyhow, so there's Jack. Then there's Charles - "try to be happy for all of us", "Charles is always happy, that's who he is", always a laugh, always a joke, always a smile. And I think part of it is genuine. He's not inventing this facade. He's using that part of him as a shield - hide behind the smile. Charles is always up for a game or some fun. That is a huge part of who he is. That could be his center. It just also is his mask and his shield. Charles dies the same way, for the most part. He protects another boy. Sees the anger in his "friends" and tries to distract them from it - a joke, a laugh, "lets just go play a game". It doesn't work. They chase him into the woods. They chase him on to the ice. The rocks hurt when they hit him, but he thinks, its worse when they hit the ice, when the spiderweb of cracks start to spread. He's under before he can think of how to escape. The ice has resealed over him before he can even try to surface. Charles Rowland dies in a lake. Charles Frost wakes up in a lake. (More of Charles later when we do Edwin).

Next is Niko. Niko I think would be Santa (aka North) (Nicholai/Nicholas Clause - Niko Clause!). Santa's center is Wonder. And I think that would be Niko's too. Plus, the Dandelion sprites could be elves! Two very poorly behaved elves, but still. Niko - miss "I'm very open minded. Niko who followed a story about dandelions bringing luck into a strange forest and ancient rune. Niko who learned the colors of sea glass and found all the local folk tales. Niko who wasn't afraid to find new depths within herself. Niko who jumped feet first into the supernatural world once she saw it - joining two ghost boys and a psychic medium on cases, taking care of two sprite-like maybe-gods that tried to kill her, meeting and showing deference to shapeshifting royalty. I do think it would be cool to see if there are any Japanese myths/folktales that are similar in nature to the Santa Clause mythology. Like, I don't think Niko in this should be the same Santa Clause as in the movie. No, she still needs to be her, so tying in her own culture and folklore/mythology would be a must. Also, Santa Niko leaving little pieces of sea glass for people!!!!!!! To bring them what they need - courage, emotional stability, etc!!! (If we branched outside canon characters, there is also the obvious argument that Niko's center is Love. I don't actually think it is. I think she is fascinated by the concept of love, but that can be tied to Wonder as well. But that's a whole other thing.

Anyhow, on to Crystal. This might be a cop out but Crystal as Tooth Fairy. Toothiana (Tooth Fairy) is the Guardian of Memories - memories of innocent times, of good times, of joy, etc etc. The memories of our childhood that keep us warm and help us feel like things can be okay when they aren't right now. I don't know if this is Crystal's center, but it plays so well into her narrative. Crystal who has her memories taken from her (yes, in the movie, Jack is the one with no memories, but shhhh). Crystal who also has the power to peer into the memories of a person or an item or a place. Crystal who is connected to ancestral memory. Crystal's narrative plays tightly around the importance of memories in who we are, who were were, and who we could be. It isn't everything, and Tooth Fairy knows this. Memories aren't all we are, but they inform who we are. Crystal herself says she doesn't know who she will be once her memories are back but she wants to sort it out. At the same time, she doesn't want her memories to be all she is. And Tooth Fairy collects teeth of children to store their memories, to give them back when needed - to help them remember when needed. Crystal having the power to bring out memories would be amazing. I think there's a fun arc too of that being corrupted a bit. Not for evil (though, if we throw in a David plotline here, maybe), but for good, but misguided good. In the show, Crystal makes Becky Aspen forget the scary things that happened to her. Which is good. However, what if Tooth Fairy Crystal goes too far, believing that in order for her to protect children and childhood, she needs to take the scary and bad memories away. She learns though that she can't do that and that she shouldn't. But it'd be an interesting arc. Like Niko, I also think it'd be cool to look at any African folklore/mythology with similar themes/plots to the tooth fairy. I know there are various tooth fairy folktales around the world - I think in parts of Europe, its a mouse. But also, Crystal could be a fun blend of African folklore and western folktales of Tooth Fairy - her being American but being tied to her ancestral roots.

And now, Edwin. Edwin led me down way too many roads. I have four options for him. 2 for movie canon. 1 for book canon. And 1, lets just throw canon to the wind. The first movie option could be Bunny. I think this fits least of the four, but there's some fun to play with there. Bunny if the Guardian of Hope - new life. Edwin comes back from Hell. And while he doesn't come across as the most hopeful all the time - he had to have a huge amount of Hope in order to escape Hell after 70+ years. He kept trying to escape. He never gave up. He always had that hope - somewhere. And who better than someone who fought against 70+ years of Hell to hold on to hope to become the literal Guardian of Hope, to protect it. Edwin spends his afterlife solving mysteries for ghosts, ensuring they matter, that their deaths aren't waved away like his and Charles's were. Edwin brings hope to his clients - hope for closure, hope for moving on, hope for answers. Hope that they do matter! (God, I love the "we didn't matter" scene!) Plus, I can just picture Edwin having shelves upon shelves of intricately painted and carved eggs (none of the cute live eggs from the movie were harmed int he carving of eggs!). But given how many different cultures have some type of traditional art around carving or painting eggs - like, Edwin would have so many cool ones. The meticulous details put into each on and the knowledge of their origins and meanings! So yeah, Edwin as Easter Bunny COULD work. Not the most intriguing option though.

Now, if we throw canon to the wind, we can say that Edwin's center might be curiosity. There's no list of all the things Guardians can be guardians of, but I think curiosity is a huge aspect of childhood. And I think it's different from wonder. Wonder is fascination and this emphasis on imagination and magical things. It helps North/Santa create his toys. I think curiosity is different. Its a desire to learn, to know, to explore. Its a thirst for knowledge. A hunger for understanding. I think this works well for Edwin who was always reading in life, who takes "meticulous notes", who read detective novels then started a detective agency, who MAPPED OUT HELL! For this, we'd need to find a common children's folktale character that would fit this center. I can't think of one at the moment - though Curious George would be hilarious. I did think of the phrase "curiosity killed the cat" - and having Edwin be some form of cat while considering the Cat King could be somewhere in the narrative is hilarious. There's also the phrase "wise old owl". And I do love the imagery of an owl-Edwin (not as bird-like as Toothiana in the movie). But Edwin with his greys and browns, a touch of blue feathers. A bowtie pattern like Rowlett!!! (gotta work that pokemon AU in). Edwin with his wings folded all proper and prim, perfectly placed like his jacket - his wings even wrapping around him like armor. Edwin who sends out little owls to watch and learn and seek out information like Tooth's fairies seek out teeth/memories. Maybe his owls even watched over Charles, trying to learn about the mysterious boy made of frost. Charles covering Edwin in snow and making a joke about, "Look mate, you're a snowy owl!" I might need this.

Okay, okay, okay, but that was only option 2. And I said there were 4. On to number 3 - book canon. And forgive me in advance, I've not read all the books. My knowledge is through some deep dives years ago when the movie came out. Apologies for any errors. But in the book, there is Mother Goose. I don't know if she is ever fully given the title, but that's the children's character she is based on. She is the Guardian of Stories. Edwin, with his books and detectives stories! Edwin who writes down everything. Edwin who keeps case files. And the comics include the boys "telling" the stories of their cases with the little bits and blurbs from their case notes. Edwin, who found a dying boy, and read to him to bring him comfort! Edwin could easily be the guardian of stories. Katherine (mother goose) is also described as more mature than the other children, closer to adulthood. AND, because narrative is always great to add - in the books, Katherine may or may not be romantically involved with Jack. Well, Nightlight, before he comes Jack Frost (Jack has a very long and tragic backstory in the books!). Nightlight and Katherine are close friends. They're described as having a deep bond, not even needing to talk to know what the other wants/needs/thinks, fearing for losing the other (I think this is mostly Jack worrying about Katherine growing up as at that point, Jack is Nightlight and is not mortal while Katherine is). And Nightlight even gives up being a nightlight (and his immortality) to save Katherine. As if Charles wouldn't give up his existence to save Edwin. So yes, this one plays beautifully.

And the 4th option. My favorite in particular. Going back to movie canon - the last guardian remaining is Sandy, Sandman, Guardian of Dreams. (To review - Charles is Jack Frost, Niko is North/Santa, Crystal is Toothiana/Tooth Fairy, Bunny was already discussed for Edwin but we're setting that aside). I think the same logic that can have Edwin as the Guardian of Hope can apply here, especially adding in the curiosity from Owl Edwin and the love of stories from the Guardian of Stories. Him as Guardian of Dreams would sort of combine all those aspects. Because Edwin does dream. Of a better afterlife. Of loving Charles and being loved. He followed his dream to become a detective and solve mysteries! He is creative and clever and, whether its his intention or not, he does help fight the nightmares and fear - by bringing closure, by solving mysteries, by helping ghosts. (And I think its funny that Sandman captures Pitch with a glowing gold leash/whip and Edwin capture's Meatball with a glowing gold leash.)

But the narrative play is the best! We're gonna bring back the Charles lore for this one. So, Charles and Edwin in general make amazing Guardians of Childhood - because they were robbed of theirs! They were both murdered after all. They both endured Hell - Edwin quite literally, Charles more figuratively. But even before dying, neither had a real childhood, like the "ideal" childhood the guardian protect. Edwin couldn't dream or wonder like he would've wanted to - forced to follow the role laid before him, to hid who he was to fit in and be accepted, not to have emotions. Charles endured abuse at the hands of his own father. And betrayal from his friends. He didn't get to have fun or to dream - not really. These two dead boys who had their childhoods ripped away from them who then turn around to become protectors of others' childhoods. "We didn't matter. So these cases matter. They have to matter." ...One word. Change one word..."We didn't matter. So these children matter. They have to matter." (look, this scene lives rent free in my head.)

Edwin always had the potential to be a Dream. Not that his classmates knew this. Not that any of them knew anything about the guardians and the different creatures that existed not just in their folktales and campfire stories. They certainly didn't know the boogeyman was real - well, real-ish. The King of Nightmares didn't actually call himself the boogeyman. But it was a good enough moniker. Good enough to call him when the group of schoolboys decided to "sacrifice" their classmate. Pitch saw an opportunity and he took it. Edwin was a perfect Dream - and his dreams could easily be made into Nightmares.

Sandman's sand can be corrupted, turned from dream to nightmare. Its the duality of dreams. We see it in Sandman - Dream is responsible for both dreams and nightmares. Both exist in his realm and he rules over both. So Edwin, as a potential Guardian of Dreams, has the potential for both inside him. And just as Esther uses Edwin's pain for power, Pitch would use Edwin's potential dream sand for nightmares, trapping Edwin in an everlasting nightmare to harvest more sand, to build his army of Nightmares. Edwin escapes, eventually - harnesses enough of his own dream sand to find his way out. He manages to destroy enough of Pitch's army, or maybe its timed with the other guardians beating Pitch, that Pitch is simply too weak to come after him right away. But he eventually comes back - Pitch targets Sandman in the movie for a reason. Pitch comes after Edwin again and always will - an endless fountain of dream sand waiting to be corrupted with fear.

Then comes Charles - Charles who can freeze anything. Charles who bears the power of ice and snow and cold. In the movie, Jack basically does the most damage to Pitch consistently - he's not afraid to fight Pitch head on. Charles definitely fights the Nightmare King for Edwin - protecting him at all costs. But there's a duality in Charles, as there is in Jack, as there is in dreams. In the movie, Jack is abandoned by the Guardians - they believe he sided with Pitch, they believe Jack let them down, they believe Jack isn't good enough. "I was never good enough." "I'll make it better." Jack faces Pitch alone and in that fight, Pitch sees the potential for darkness in Jack and tries to recruit him. And why not? Jack was alone for centuries, like Pitch. Jack was abandoned, like Pitch. No one believed in Jack, like Pitch. And as Pitch says, "what goes together better than cold and dark?"

We've all seen the posts - "name a character who didn't deserve what happened to them." "Name a character who could've become the villain but didn't." "Name a character who would've been justified in becoming evil." "Name a character who endured so much pain but stayed kind."

Jack was alone for 300 years, left intentionally alone by the other guardians. He was created, given only a name, and then abandoned. Charles was beaten, abused, betrayed, and murdered. Edwin was bullied, isolated, murdered, and tortured for decades. All three of them could've become the villain and everyone would've looked at them and said "yeah, understandable." They each had the potential, and they each turned away from it. Jack didn't want to be just "cold". He didn't want to be fears. Charles worries about being like his father, about being the bad guy. Edwin doesn't want others to suffer as he did, to be written off as he was.

Pitch/King of Nightmares trying to recruit Charles, Pitch/King of Nightmares corrupting Edwin's dream sand. Playing on the duality of the centers, of their power. The possibility of evil/corruption exists with all their powers/centers. But I think its most obvious with Jack Frost (cold) and with Sandman (dreams/nightmares). So placing both of them in those roles is perfect!

And for the record, I don't think Pitch/King of Nightmares is any of the villains, not even Esther. I think in this, Pitch is every villain, or specifically, every personal villain. When Charles faces Pitch, he sees his father, hears his friend's taunting voices "Charlie boy". When Edwin faces him, its Simon and the others chanting "Mary Ann!". Crystal sees David, feels him inside her mind. Niko sees featureless faces staring at her, feels the emptiness of her father's absence.

Oh, a bit more on Charles as Jack and Edwin as Sandman - imagine, if you will, Charles staring at Edwin as he crafts beautiful magical things with his sand! The beautiful golden glow of the sand so much like lantern light. Charles can't help but be mesmerized. And sometimes, he tries to mimic it - to match Edwin's creations with ones made of ice. Edwin always compliments his skills, of course.

#dead boy detectives #charles rowland #edwin payne #dbda #dead boy detective agency #save dead boy detectives #crystal palace #niko sasaki #rise of the guardians #literal 4 am ramble

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reyrapidsbutgayer · 3 months ago

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Okay, i found you cause of the elden ring dlc fuckability list. Then i read the other one because 90% YOU'RE RIGHT!! HOWEVER

Where is Blaidd?! Where is Kalé?! I NEED TO KNOW! Are there more lists and i missed them??? CAN YOU DO THIS FOR OTHER FROMSOFT GAMES????

Ask and ye shall receive BECOME BESOTTED BY A THOUSAND CURSES.

For the record I used a pairwise website to rank every single NPC (and invader) in the base game against one another, which was 91 NPCs for a total of 4,095 cross references I had to make. It took 2 days back to back to go through them all. I hope you're happy. (I am. I got to think about Elden Ring character's fucking for 2 days straight. I do that for fun already. I ain't even getting paid.)

Here we go. We are:

Ranking all Elden Ring Base Game NPCs by Fuckability. PART 1 of 4

The rules for this one are a little different. This was more of a "who'd be a better partner" tournament where I compared two NPCs at a time, and ranked them by total point value.

This is both my personal subjective opinion on who is the most fuckable, and also objective inarguable reality because I am always right.

I'll rank every NPC and give them PROS and CONS of dating/banging them. Most of my major turn offs are usually:

How stinky they are. (come on guys, shower.)

How morally reprehensible they are in-universe (do they have a justifiable reason for their actions)

How racist/sexist they are (against albinaurics, misbeggoten, omen, ext,ext.)

How crazy they are. (would they kill me during/after)

Most of my major turn ons are usually:

How stylish they are. (charisma factor.)

How kind to others they are in-universe. (Like, would they theoretically be a good romantic partner.)

How much of a personal bond they have with the player. (Sometimes loyalty to a specific character is just too strong to ignore.)

How crazy they are (It can be hot if utilized correctly.)

This is assuming each character is capable and willing to have sex, or willing NOT to kill you long enough to finish.

This is gonna be broken into multiple parts since it's so long.

[PART 1 (91-66) | PART 2 (65-37) | PART 3 (36-11) | PART 4 (Top 10)]

Let's go on an Elden Ring dating sim shall we?

INNELIGABLE :

Aurelia and Aureliette:

Reasoning: Are dead children.

Jar-Bairn:

Reasoning: Is a child filled with other dead children.

#91: (Last Place) The Three Fingers

Pros: None Cons: Wants to burn the entire world.

Reasoning: The world is where people live, people that you can have sex with. Bottom of the list, easy. Two in the stink and also one in the stink because this thing sucks.

#90: Shabriri

Pros: Has the body of Yura. Cons: Doesn't have the mind of Yura (Also wants to burn the entire world.)

Reasoning: Self explanatory. He wants to burn the world, he pretends to be a feminist to earn your trust, and he isn't even gonna use Yura's body to fuck. Absolutely pathetic.

#89: The Two Fingers

Pros: None Cons: Level 5 Racist. Too Catholic, Boring.

Reasoning: These things spread the awful propaganda and agenda of the Golden Order and the Greater Will, two things that suck. It's not even a cool fleshy monsters, it just rotting mushrooms.

#88: The Loathsome Dung Eater

Pros: At least he's doing it to bad people??????? Cons: You know why.

Reasoning: He sucks. I'm all on board with the "kill all the bigots in power" thing he has going, but I mean... Jesus christ man.

#87: Sir Gideon Ofnir the All Knowing

Pros: None Cons: Lied on his resume, also did multiple genocides.

Reasoning:

His style?

WHACK

His schemes?

WHACK

The way he steals your spells without fighting the bosses?

WHACK

The way he disrespects and gaslights Nepheli Loux after murdering her entire clan?

WHACK

The way he murdered all those albinaurics for an artifact they would had just HANDED to him if he asked nicely?

WHACK

The way he doesn't actually know anything?

WHACK

Is my pussy wet and wide open? NO!

I'M TIGHT AS FU-

#86: White Mask Varré

Pros: He's mean to you. Cons: Covered in diseased bloody poop. Hates women.

Reasoning: This guy wants me to fight against the golden order, which I was already going to do anyway. He didn't need to kill all those maidens. Also he's covered in bloody diarrhea 24/7, that's canon.

#85: Nameless White Mask

Pros: Is exactly like Varré but doesn't talk. Cons: Is exactly like Varré.

Reasoning: Is exactly like Varré but doesn't talk. Same thick layer bloody diarrhea coating his entire body, but now with 33% less Varré

#84: Pidia, Carian Servant

Pros: None Cons: Is a mind controlling pervert.

Reasoning: This dude hides in the shadows and tries to make sex dolls out of innocent women like Ranni (despite the war crimes) and Nepheli Loux (despite the war crimes). He acts pitiful and preys on your sympathy while taking advantage of the vulnerable.

Honestly, incel behavior. 1,000 years jail.

#83: Sage Gowry

Pros: None Cons: Weirdo

Reasoning: Honestly I'm fine with the whole "is a bug" thing. But if you told me an old man was "raising" young girls until they "blossom" I'd call the cops. And in the lands between the only cops are the Omen Killers, so it falls to me to raise my own blade and protect all the Scarlet-Rot-Lesbians™ myself.

#82: Preceptor Seluvis

Pros: Is not at fault, is just a mind controlled puppet. Cons: Is a mind controlled mind controlling pervert.

Reasoning: He's basically just Pida in a big hat. The hat is rad, don't get me wrong, but not enough to forgive his fatal levels of heterosexuality.

#81: Maleigh Marais, Shaded Castle Castellan

Pros: Has a cool sword. Cons: Is a toxic incel.

Reasoning: Wasted all his time and money simping for a woman who never even knew he existed. Lives in a diseased poisoned castle and his entire family line collapsed after one dude telekinetically stole their sword. Do you know how many dudes with telekinesis I have to put up with on a daily basis? Absolute loser.

#80: Bloody Finger Nerijus

Pros: Has a cool knife. Cons: Is part of the blood-poop cult.

Reasoning: I like your knife dude, but please take a bath. We fought in a literal river, and you still couldn't dodge roll the stink off. I ain't fucking you again dude, stop asking.

#79: Inaba, Disciple of Okina

Pros: Is a samurai Cons: Is a samurai covered in blood-poop and is a follower.

Reasoning: This guy had the chance to be cool, but got sucked into Mohgs(now Miquella's) blood-poop MLM pyramid scheme. And not by Mohg or even by Varré, but by OKINA of all people. This is the guy who gets stuck with 30 pallets of unsellable leggings and a crippling gambling addiction.

#78: Bloody Finger Okina

Pros: Is a samurai Cons: Is a samurai covered in blood-poop

Reasoning: Dude, you could literally be doing ANY other samurai shit right now but you are just killing random people on a desolate snowy mountain-top in the name of a mind controlled loser who already forgot your name. Dishonor on you, dishonor on your cow.

#77: Sanguine Noble

Pros: Is at least trying Cons: Is part of the blood-poop cult.

Reasoning: Exact same as Nerijus but at least he helps lead you to Mohgs palace. He gets like 5 more seconds of consideration before I dump him.

#76: Esgar, Priest of Blood

Pros: Likes Dogs Cons: Is part of the blood-poop cult.

Reasoning: Hey at least he has dogs. Dogs covered in blood-poop but a dog is a dog.

#75: Necromancer Garris

Pros: None Cons: Is a bad dad.

Reasoning: Don't make a flail out of your family's skulls. It's not goth, it's murder. (and even if they are just made to RESEMBLE his family it's still creepy. You ain't daddy, you ain't even a dad.)

#74: Flame Guardian

Pros: None Cons: You forgot this guy existed right?

Reasoning: Not wearing appropriate PPE for his job. Uses a torch-pole in an endgame area, and is a mindless follower to a spin off religion of a spin off religion of a fake religion. It's like he WANTS to be forgotten by the wikis.

#73: Chief Guardian Arghanthy

Pros: Has a shield that is also a gun. Cons: Loyal to a fake religion.

Reasoning: The fire monks are some of the biggest losers in the Lands between. Oh you dedicate your life to protecting the dumb catholic tree from the fire that literally NEVER dies out? It's like Sisyphus but he wasn't sexy.

#72: Rileigh the Idle

Pros: Is a goth assassin Cons: Is a catholic goth assassin

Reasoning: The confessors all suck. They sneak around and kill innocent people on behalf of the Golden Order. How can you run around holding the stinger of an actual god and still believe in a totally different god who left for milk and never came back? Take off the crepus vial and make some noise while we fuck, honestly.

#71: Inquisitor Ghiza

Pros: Has a cool weapon Cons: Got kicked out of two loser cults.

Reasoning: He was too much of a loser for Castle Marais, and then tries to kill you even if you join the Recusants. Dude, i'm on your side, put down the pizza cutter.

#70: Gatekeeper Gostoc

Pros: None Cons: Robs from poor, gives to self.

Reasoning: Imagine Patches with zero rizz. I ain't fucking this dude, he feels like he lives in his parents basement, but is also not paying them rent.

#69: (Nice) Master Lustat

Pros: Sellen Approves of him. Cons: Is made of rock and is probably dead.

Reasoning: Back in the day, when he WASN'T a rock, he was probably a stuffy old codger who cared more about magic than people. But if Sellen approves, I'd take him over anyone else lower on this list.

#68: Ensha The Royal Remains

Pros: Is goth Cons: Is loyal to Gideon, emotionally unavailable.

Reasoning: Look, we are finally getting to characters I might actually sleep with. But being goth only gets you so far. You work for Gideon? You try to kill me when you could just let me open up the Haigtree path and follow? Do you have any original thoughts in your head? You can't be goth AND be shackled to the system man.

#67: Primeval Sorcerer Azur

Pros: Feels chill, Sellen Approves. Cons: Is made of rock and is probably dead.

Reasoning: Same as Lustat, but I just get better vibes from him. Maybe it's the green tone of his crystals, maybe it's the cool spell he gives, but honestly, it's probably because he's in the Hermit Village, where misguided but well meaning Sorcerers are at least TRYING to reach out to the Demi-humans. Who knows, maybe he was chill.

#66: Finger Maiden Therolina

Pros: I could fix her Cons: Can't be fixed.

Reasoning: She's a mindless puppet and that's sad. It's too late for a real relationship, but call me crazy, a tarnished without a maiden, a maiden without a tarnished... there could have been something there... two ships passing in the night I guess.

Continued in Part 2: ->

Why did I do this again?

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