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3rachaslut · 1 year ago

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late night car sex with lee know

SMUT minors DNI !!!

warnings; dom!lee know & sub!fem reader, dirty talk, slapping, consensual !! kinda rough sex, oral fixation, gagging on fingers, choking, pet names (kitten, doll, babygirl etc) daddy kink, slight dumbification, degrading, praise if you squint. let me know if i’ve missed anything

(reader is wearing a dress and lipstick) xox

i cant stop thinking about car sex with lee know like it’s actually giving me brainrot

“But somebody might see..” you say cowardly, alertly scanning your surroundings from inside the car, straddling Lee Know’s hips in the drivers seat.

“I didn’t think you would mind too much baby girl, not after seeing how you put yourself on display for the other members tonight wearing this little number” Lee Know slyly comments, beginning to unzip your dress from behind you, trailing wet kisses all down your neck and collar bone. The moans you were letting out only encourages Lee Know to become rougher with you, marking you. His hands find the straps to your dress and pull them down, caressing his way down to your tits, your nipples getting hard as soon as they hit the cool air. He rubs across your sensitive nubs and you throw your head back in bliss.

“So pliable aren’t you kitten, look at you.” You feel the tent growing in Lee Know’s suit trousers underneath you and you begin to grind on top of him. Lee know scoffs. “Pathetic..” he says as you let out a whimper.

“Daddy...” you whine and his hands find your throat, squeezing hard and your mouth gapes open, your clit throbbing.

“Words kitten” he responds, glaring up at you through hooded eyes and a smirk on his face.

“Wan- you” You utter breathlessly, the grip on your throat only getting tighter and you felt yourself slipping further into subspace. Your absolute favourite place to be with Lee Know.

“Oh darling..” he whispers up at you and you feel your pussy getting wetter at his tone. His hands find his zipper and he is quick to undo his pants, shimmying them down a little along with his boxers. “You wanna ride daddy? hm?” he tilts his head at you and waits for you. The restraint of his hand around your neck only lets you reply with a long, desperate whine.

“Ride me then baby girl” He says, loosening the grip on your neck in order to let you position yourself on his cock, now fully hard at the sight of your beautiful figure on top of him.

“Hmm sir..” You mumble, feigning cautiousness.

“I said, ride. me.” Your eyes meet Lee Knows and he’s staring back at you with a daring glare. You absolutely loved this side of your boyfriend and feeling so at his will. “or did you not fucking hear me?” He grunted out the last few words as he pushed you down onto his cock, groaning as your pussy took him in entirely. You moaned at the amazing stretch his dick caused and you buried your head into his shoulder. You stilled on his cock as you adjusted to his size and he grabbed your chin, moving your face to look at him. “Grind kitten”

And you do, like a bitch in heat. Your eyes are locked to each others and your mouth falls open as his free hand finds it’s way under your dress to rub at your clit.

“No panties? Naughty slut” He swiftly slaps your face and you moan in response, the sting going straight to your pussy. His fingers find your mouth and you happily let them in, swirling your tongue around his digits desperately. “Such a whore” He says, shaking his head in faux disapproval. “So desperate for daddy’s dick? Gone fucking dumb on my cock like a real slut hm?”

“Mhm mhm” you quickly reply in desperation, all ability to form a coherent sentence lost. You gag as his fingers began to deepthroat your mouth, your body lurching forward slightly, his other hand still rubbing mercilessly on your cunt.

“Gooood girl” He coos as he continues to gag you on his fingers and you speed up your movements on his cock. He takes his spit covered fingers out of your mouth and wipes them on your lips, smearing your lipstick across your chin.

“C..close..sir” You utter and he begins rutting into you.

“Yeah? You gonna come on daddy’s cock baby? Good girl. Seeing you so dumb on my cock like this makes me wanna fucking ruin you doll” He says as he drills into you.

“Com..coming daddy! ahh!” you nearly scream out. Your pussy tightens around Lee Knows length and his thrusts begin to falter.

“Come with me kitten- fuck” Lee Know grunts. And you do. Both of you letting out swears and moans as you ride out your highs. You rest your forehead on Lee Knows as you breath in sync, catching your breath.

“My good girl” Lee Know says lovingly. He plants a soft kiss on your lips and you smile.

“I love you baby” You whisper.

“I love you too. Let’s go home angel”

#skz smut #stray kids smut #stray kids x y/n #lee know x you #lee know smut #lee know x reader #lee know imagines #lee know oneshot

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mimsynims · 1 year ago

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Fool For Love

part 2

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part 1

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Author’ Note: For one, I’m still on my first play-through and this will definitely stray from canon, but hopefully some things will give a nod to some of the actual events in the game. (Also there will be no Wyll or Minthara because I haven’t gotten to know them for…reasons 👀)

(As for when this takes place, I’m thinking around late act 1, early act 2-ish)

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Astarion x reader/Tav

Tags: (mild?) angst, pining, pining while fucking, jealousy, eventual happy ending

Summary: You thought knew what you were doing when you let Astarion into your bed. He doesn’t have feelings for you, and vice versa. Only… Now you do. And the question is, how will you deal with it?

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“Have you been crying, Tav?”

Fuck. You should’ve known Karlach would notice. “Yes,” you admit, knowing it’s no use lying. “Nightmare,” you add, because it’s not entirely untrue.

“Ah, yeah, that’ll do it.” The hand Karlach places on your shoulder feels reassuring. Supportive without a speck of judgement. “I’m here if you ever want to talk about it, you know.”

You smile, because you don’t know what you have done to deserve such a great friend like her. “Be careful,” you laugh, “otherwise I might take you up on that offer.” Gods knows you’re in need of someone to confide in. It’s just that you’re not a hundred percent sure she’s not one of Astarion’s other conquests.

“My tent is always open for you, Tav. I hope you know that.” Karlach’s soft smile quirks into a grin as her eyes shift to look at something over your shoulder. “Oh, hi, Fangs. Trying to sneak up on Tav, are you?”

“And a good morning to you too, Karlach.” You don’t need to see him to know that he’s rolling his eyes. “Of course not, I just did not want to break up what looked like an intimate moment.”

Strange. Underneath the snark, Astarion almost sounds… jealous. That doesn’t make the least bit sense, so you brush the notion away.

“Nothing intimate about it,” you press out. “Just Karlach being a good friend.” One deep breath, and then you turn around to face him. It takes all of your determination, but you make sure to keep a neutral expression. Except you catch his eyes narrowing, and too late you realise that he, too, notices the small but telling signs of the tears you shed not even an hour ago. Unlike Karlach, he keeps his thoughts to himself, because of course he does. You’re not even sure why you’re not surprised, but deep down you knew he wouldn’t acknowledge it.

You momentarily stop breathing when the truth slams into you like a blow to the gut: he doesn’t care enough to ask. Or if he does, asking could mean complicating things he wants to keep simple.

“Tav?”

You hear Astarion addressing you, but you’re stuck inside your own head now. Of course he doesn’t want to know. Freedom and survival are the key factors driving Astarion in everything he does, and getting entangled with you beyond pleasure and safety — and feeding — could compromise both of those things. While he probably does consider you a friend at this point, it’s only surface-level. In all honesty you can’t blame him. After all he’s been through, trust doesn’t come easy to him.

You could hold a grudge for the lies he told you, but the truth is, you went into this with your eyes wide open. You could’ve called him out on it, but you were so curious about what it would lead to that you let him believe that you were fooled.

“Tav?”

A cool hand on your arm snaps you back to the here and now.

“Sorry, did you say something?” He’s eyeing you warily, and you wonder fleetingly how he would react if you told him the half-lie about the nightmares.

Astarion’s brow twitches as he opens his mouth to speak. “Tav–”

“Gooood morning, everyone!”

Gale. Of course. “Good morning, Gale.” Not letting yourself ponder what Astarion might’ve been meaning to say, you fling yourself at the opportunity of a new topic of conversation as if it was the last potion of healing in an otherwise empty pouch. “Aren’t you chipper this morning?”

“I saw a falling star just before going to bed last night, and it felt like a sign that this day would be an exceptionally good one.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“Speaking of.” Lowering his voice, Gale slides closer to your side. “I was thinking of doing some stargazing tonight. Want to join me? The sky should be clear enough for it.”

You can feel Astarion’s eyes on you. “Sure,” you hear yourself say, immediately regretting it.

“Perfect!”

“What’s perfect?”

Saved by the Tiefling. “Gale says tonight should be perfect for stargazing.” When you turn around to face her, there’s no Astarion in sight. That should feel like a relief, and yet, you can help but worry. Why that is is beyond you, but the guilt is still there, confusing you even more.

“That’s not–”

“Why don’t you join us? We can ask the rest of the group too.”

“Excellent idea, Tav!”

“Mm, yes. Excellent.”

Gale sounds disappointed, but it’s better this way. If you were more callous you would use Gale to try to get Astarion out of your system and out of your heart, but that is out of the question now. During your weeks together, he has become a friend. They all have.

Perhaps you can find yourself a handsome druid when you all go back to the Grove to trade with the merchant Arron later today. If for nothing else, you desperately need to work on your flirting game because it has never been your strong suit to begin with.

“Tav?”

“Yes, Halsin?” You don’t know it, but the druid can tell that something is troubling you.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, never been better.” If you keep saying it out loud you might perhaps believe it at some point.

“Right.” His seemingly all-knowing eyes scan you up and down, making you feel like he can see into the deepest parts of your heart and mind. You’re not entirely sure that he can’t. “I heard from Karlach that you’re going to the Grove,” he continues after a moment of heavy silence. “I have other business to attend to today, but I wanted to ask if you could do me a favour while you’re there.”

Your body relaxes with relief. “Yes, we are. What do you want me to do?”

The fictitious druid can wait for another time.

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#astarion ancunin #astarion x reader #astarion #astarion x tav #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fic #bg3 spoilers #bg3 tav #bg3 astarion #fic wip

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mulders-too-large-shirt · 5 months ago

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s4 episode 13 thoughts

before we begin: i’m gonna be upfront with you. this is another episode i did not like. this was scully’s 3, if you catch my meaning.

but i made a post announcing that i did not like this episode after a mere 10 minutes of viewing, and received some comments saying that others were big fans. as always, this is a place where i welcome discussion! PLEASE tell me what you think. you can try to talk me into liking it! tell me how you see it, and how it makes sense to you, and why you enjoyed it; maybe you’ll sway me. maybe not. maybe i’m cool and different for not liking things other people like, or maybe i’m basic because other people don’t like it as well. i have no frame of reference, which makes this blog so fun!

frankly, there are some things that i as a viewer just don’t want to see. i am not a fan of misogyny or watching THE hetbait of all time kiss other people.

here we are! so, i have been informed that in the timeline of canon, this episode i’m about to watch actually takes place BEFORE the last one. which i have noted. although it will be hard to distract myself from knowing what i do know now, i’ll do my best.

(author's note: yeah i see why that clarification is important)

okay, the episode description. mulder? vacationing? i don’t believe it for a second.

oh god, i don’t wanna see scully pine for some random guy. maybe there will just be an intellectual attraction here. i just don’t want to see it. i’m not sorry!!!!

okay. let’s go. still not believing in vacation mulder, but i’ll give it my best.

some guy named jerse is getting divorced. wait. wait no. i recognize that name from a fanfic i read. NO.

i couldn’t remember what the hell this dude’s name was (jerve? juss?) because he only popped up BRIEFLY in a fanfic i read that had no seasoning relevant warnings. but because of this, i know what he is here to do. DAMN IT. let this be a lesson: read fic that is marked by the season!!!!

jerse is getting divorced. he is kinda handsome, i won’t lie. but he looks like a sick freak and he’s being weird to this bartender

oh god, he has kids. scully STAY AWAY FROM THIS MAN- I’M NOT GONNA ASK AGAIN. pulling out a photo of him and the kids at the bar. a pathetic individual.

he burned himself out of the picture with a cigarette?? this is clearly well-adjusted behavior

now he’s drunk outside a tattoo shop. in the rain. looking at a tattoo of a cartoon woman. and now he’s home? he has a tattoo he doesn’t seem to remember. ah. the cartoon woman. drink can do this to a man.

now he’s crawling on all fours? what do you want me to do about that.

gooood, i know what’s coming because of that fanfic that accidentally spoiled me, and i’m gonna be so pissed. has my hater energy been distracting you lately? is this blog still enjoyable? be honest. but not too honest. i will cry.

mulder and scully are talking to someone about a UFO sighting, someone who is talking about explosions but no sound. she’s busy looking at the vietnam war memorial. NO there’s a little car that someone left for their dead brother :( she picks up a leaf and takes it with her…. i bet she is thinking about her own brothers and the sister she lost

back to jerse. he’s on the phone trying to sell stocks to a random woman who is fighting with her kids.

oh. a disembodied voice calls him a loser. well, do it again for me. so he’s hearing things, including laughter.

OH no….. he’s blaming some random woman in the office for calling him a loser and confronting her. she was LITERALLY BUSY! leave her alone. he’s throwing stuff around. very professional (heavy on the /s). and he gets sent home which is good because i was scared, they were scared, we were all scared.

scully is in mulder’s office, holding his name tag. awwww.

oh, my suspicions about mulder were correct- he did not want to go on vacation, but he was forced to! he is taking piles of x files with him. and he’s suspicious that they’re trying to get rid of him.

“gotta pay the rent” <- your dad had like 3 fucking houses i do not believe that for a SECOND you need this job to put food on the table mulder

“why don’t i have a desk?” she asks <- LMAOOO... i miss you s1 scully desk we saw that singular time that i always assumed still existed but i guess no longer does

(this seemed like a funny throwaway line to me at first, hence my lmao, but i later understood that this line was said with a Seriousness. however, i like to leave things as they were so you can really get a feel for my mind, all the wrong conclusions included)

AWWW he says we can get a desk and they can be really close and we can play battleship... LMAOOO i think….? i can’t tell if he’s being genuine and wants to help, or catty because he’s pissed he has to take a vacation

OH! he’s pissed. what does he want her to keep an eye on? “that contact that we met last night at the wall, who had the distinction of being present for a first- that being you abandoning me during questioning” OHHHH he went there!!! damn! slim to no empathy when he is in alien mode.

“in the future, i’ll make sure that all those people being interviewed provide you with a multimedia laser show to keep your interest maintained” <- WHAT THE FUCK MULDER? DO I LAUGH OR WANT TO SLAP YOU? she looks so gagged. clearly something is on her MIND, you insensitive dolt.

so this guy they were talking to is named pudovkin, he’s from russia, and he has a doctorate in astronautical engineering, which is a term i have never heard before.

scully still seems distracted… but she asks if pudovkin’s reports on UFO crashes are for sale. which mulder confirms, but they are at a high price.

mulder tries to give her the assignment, and he made all these arrangements, but she says NO!!! LMAO (?) she says that russian guy they spoke with was recounting the plot of a cartoon. okay, queen is well-versed in her cartoons! i see you

oh my god, what is the tone of this episode…?

“so you’re refusing an assignment based on the adventures of moose and squirrel” “refusing an assignment? that makes it sound like you’re my superior”

oh, that pissed him off… “do what you want, don’t go to philadelphia, but let me remind you that i worked my ass off to get these files reopened. you were just assigned. this work is my life” <- HEY BUCKO. let us take a deep and calming breath. let us choose our words with kindness when talking to our friends.

“and it’s become mine” <- oh my GOD... that motif.... her getting pulled further and further into this...

so i can tell you right now, with confidence: i do not like this episode. why is he being mean? she is clearly thinking about something. i thought he was teasing at first, but clearly now he isn’t. if i were him i would say “hey, you seem distracted. is everything alright?” IS THAT HARD? IS THAT SO FUCKING HARD TO DO?

and it would still make for compelling TV!!! hey listen, i hear you saying "if they didn't have problems, there would be no plot" to which i say: there has been plenty of plot in the past when they have treated each other with kindness, no?

she says she is losing sense of her life- “this isn’t about you, mulder, or maybe it is in an indirect way”- and he says “maybe it’s good that we get away from each other for a while” <- WHAT IS GOING ON???

he seems so shocked to hear that the x files aren’t her whole life……… baby boy, let’s use context clues... yes, he is in ahab mode....

he says he’s going on a spiritual journey to discover something about himself…. and she sets the leaf she found from before on his desk. hmm. hmmmm.

back to jerse. he’s on the phone again. begging for his job back. doesn’t seem to be going well. oh my gosh, he just beat the phone. smashed it over and over again. i am frightened.

the evil tattoo is taunting him. so he is crawling on all fours to see if it’s coming from the floor below, which simply has a lady and some birds! those poor birds!

(is this tattoo supposed to be a representation of mental illness? if so, which one? is it supposed to be insecurity? placed upon him by society? toxic masculinity?)

he’s talking to some missionaries who are trying to tell him that his downstairs neighbor is not involved in a plot to drive him insane…..

oh my god he broke into the bird lady’s apartment. OH MY GOD???????????

soundtrack this episode is killer though, i’ll give it that. put more music in my monster of the week content.

oh my god he’s like. dragging something. hard to tell because the screen is almost ENTIRELY BLACK. yes. he is putting a box in an incinerator. that presumably contains bird lady. real charming fellow, this jerse.

(this is kinda like if little shop of horrors involved a tattoo instead of a plant. the tattoo says no one will hurt him again. sure, man. i’ve seen how that musical ends)

mulder is wet. on the road, outside his car. very wet. calling to see how scully is doing. he wants to know where she is!!!! but there is no answer.

scully is in philly, looking at the files about the russian space guy, watching him. she’s tailing him now into some convenience store. he is fighting loudly in russian and exchanging money……. hmm. that’s not promising.

is he going into the tattoo shop? so goes the scully, in that case.

oh no. jerse is in there. he’s asking a separate russian guy who is the tattoo artist to cover up the cartoon tattoo….

oh god, he gets scully involved. “you like this, on his arm?” and now it’s winking. it has changed its design.

she says the coloring is nice (very thoughtful response to being sucked into a strange situation), and the russian tattoo guy is talking about how he learned how to tattoo in prison, while the creepy voice in jerse’s head is commenting on his new undying love for scully. but the actual russian space guy is in the back!!!

god, i don’t want to watch thiiiiiiis. but i must. i am a journalist, after all. she lies and says she’s visiting her aunt. and that she wishes she was impulsive sometimes.

she says she’s leaving- but he gives her his number. god, is this gonna be a multi-episode thing???

OH MY GOD, MULDER IS CALLING FROM GRACELAND “i’m at that special place and i wanted to share it with you…. did you know elvis bought all of his furniture in just thirty minutes?”

wait. hold on. that’s cute. he wanted to share it with her. but also how DID he know where she was? it’s their usual spot… “i knew you wouldn’t abandon me” <- AWWW why were you mean earlier!!!!! you are being sweet now :(

(again, i ask: what IS the tone of this episode?)

she says there’s no case, no x file, the russian guy is involved in gangs and fraud and whatnot. she's handing it over to the philly bureau and that is that.

she is very pissed that he is ordering her around as always (well, i support that!) and he pulls his “what, do you have a date or something?” card. and then CONSPICUOUS SILENCE.

oh my god he’s STUTTERING “you’re-you’re kidding” (he sadly returns to graceland and makes some elvis moves) (we can hear the sound of his heart breaking)

jerse’s tattoo is still talking to him while scully looks at his business card. she says her flight is cancelled and that she can pick him up!!! oh my god. oh my gooood.

jerse is huffing his cigarette and also trying to burn out the tattoo with it. more concerning behavior. it's like when seymour throws the rat poison in audrey ii.

the jehovah’s witnesses are strategically knocking on the door of the now dead bird lady. and scully is here with jerse. she’s entering his apartment.

you know what? this motherfucker looks like jeremy jordan. just an observation. sing, newsie boy.

she’s saying she doesn’t go out much…. but she noticed he’s bleeding. and also she says she’s a doctor. feels like that is relevant information to reveal before a date. don’t you want to know what a potential date does before you go out with them? well, i guess that is highlighting her desire to be impulsive.

oh god, she also finds the photo of him and the kids…. while he’s in the bathroom bandaging his wounds.

she wants to go to the crummy bar??? okay. get out your inner rebellion i guess.

he says that this is a good place to go when you’re down, because everyone here looks like they have worse problems than him. fair enough. except for also NOT fair enough... because he killed a woman!

scully says she goes around in a circle when an authority figure comes into her life, and part of her wants it, needs the approval, but then…

(it seems she is making a pointed reference to mulder here...? is that what he is to her? an authority figure?)

now she’s talking about her dad…. she would sneak out of the house and smoke the cigarettes. yes, i remember this from beyond the sea!!!! she did this because she knew that if he found out he would kill her.

he says the tattoo marked him never going back. SHE TRIES TO SEE IT AND HE GRABS HER???????

what the fuck what the FUCK. are we going to witness violence.

SO NOW SHE’S GONNA GET ONE TOO?? on her back???? the ouroboros she was looking at before! yes, the never ending cycle.

what the hell… i am deeply uncomfy. he’s watching her get a tattoo and it’s like erotic or something??? to him. and she’s breathing all weird. and then. there is a tattoo.

(this scene only reinforced my previous conclusions from earlier today looking up "am i asexual" quizzes)

god, is she gonna stay here with him? he says the weather is bad and he wants her to be safe and that he’ll sleep on the couch.

she says she feels different now after the tattoo. and he’s taking off the bandage. says it looks alright. but he’s bleeding again. and she’s taking off his shirt…..

the tattoo starts TALKING??? “you kiss her, and she’s dead” HEY WHAT

oh god……………………. the door shuts

pause. y’all. i don’t think i’m cut out for this.

okay, back to the FBI. mulder is here. trying to find scully. and he cannot reach her!!!

he sees the leaf she left on his desk…. and these two are waking up the next morning. his tattoo is still bleeding. dude, you should probably make some sort of appointment about that.

scully’s in his giant shirt as she shows the detectives at the door (!!!) her badge. they want to talk about the disappearance of the bird lady. they are not taking her seriously, because she is in some random guy’s shirt in some random guy’s house. but she’s jotting some stuff down.

things are clicking in her mind, about the disappearance. oh my god dial up noises! wow, that’s loud and annoying. shoutout to people who had to deal with that in the 90's.

she seems to be realizing that she has made a grave mistake.

THE STUFF THE RUSSIAN GUY MADE THE TATTOO INK OUT OF WAS IN THE KILLER’S BLOOD????!!!

she grabs her tattoo because like. now it’s in HER blood too. oh my god the tattoo ink had DRUGS in it????

scully is trying to call mulder…. who runs to his phone. but she hangs up on him!!!! now why would you do all that? oh, because jerse approaches.

she tells him to sit down. very seriously. and she straight up says she thinks the blood the detectives found was his. well i guess honesty is sometimes a good policy.

so they might hallucinate stuff now from the ergot. and they might be dangerous. they need to get to the hospital now.

he confesses to hearing things now…. “she talks to me. she hates women. my wife, my boss, you” ohhhh my god. i wonder how she is feeling....

she says they need to go to the hospital now. together.

the tattoo's voice is talking to him about who she called…. and he presses the redial button…. and….

HOLY FUCK, HE’S ATTACKING HER. i mean, i knew it was going to happen eventually, but like. doesn't make it any more enjoyable to watch.

oh man, they are really going at it…. he knocks her out….. and he wraps her up to take her to the incinerator……………. ???????

but she stabs him with the scissors… and she’s trying to tell him to take control. so he BURNS HIS ARM OFF???!? to get the tattoo to shut up.

BUT NOW THE MUSIC FLOURISHES OVER HER TATTOO???

girl if she has a demon in her now............. i need a cigarette

she’s coming back to the office with bruises on her face. “congratulations for making a personal appearance in the x files for a second time” says mulder. well, that’s gotta be a record. and that is exactly what he brings up next!

he’s trying to make a joke, but she’s grabbing the leaf on his desk………

he thinks this is his fault…… “not everything is about you, mulder. this is my life” “yes, but it….” (sighs)

end episode.

okay. so. what am i thinking.

well. i am thinking many things. first of all- what is that tattoo supposed to represent? was it supposed to represent how misogyny poisons men’s minds? and turns them into people they aren’t deep down? is it about male insecurity, and how it turns into violence? and if we are taking that interpretation- doesn't that kinda just blame women for the scourge that is misogyny? like "look how you divorced that guy, guess you can't blame men for hating half of the population" because if that was what they were going for. i find issues with that.

second. i’m glad scully had her growth moment. if i were her, i would have told off mulder a long time ago for being too domineering. i don't think he intends to do it- i think he gets too caught up in his own quest for answers- but intention does not make his actions any less hurtful. and she clearly needed to have that rebellion moment. i’m glad she had it, even if it went terribly, at least she survived.

but the agents' dynamic felt… mean-spirited. i couldn’t tell what was joking and what was below the belt, and i’m not sure i’m supposed to be able to. he does take advantage of her, and i certainly don't oppose her pointing that out. i oppose him being mean to her- or at least, i find it hard to watch. i understand that the whole project does mean the world to him because maybe, just maybe, it will bring his sister back- but still. it is an infuriating characteristic of his, how little attention he pays to others.

and i don't necessarily think that aspect of him is written consistently, either. what about that time they were so incredibly close to answers and he let them go because he wanted scully to be able to see her sister again? what about every single time he's risked his neck for her?

i guess what i'm saying is, his fury at the start of the episode felt like it came out of nowhere, and was directed at her questioning his authority- and was over nothing beyond her tuning out one time. i find that idea of mulder as this authority figure that scully is chasing approval from in a manner akin to her own father (!!!) hard to reconcile with the mulder who held her in irresistible, who pummeled the doctor who maybe possibly might have hurt her in one breath, who runs every theory by her, and so on. you see what i'm saying? it felt as if this episode cast the whole series in the retrospective light of him only wanting her around so he can have a loyal henchman, and not that he valued her as an actual person- which we know he does. she zones out one day and he snaps on her? she goes on a rant about how she is always chasing authority's approval shortly after? i'm just not buying it. it felt like the rift era again. you could argue that it is scully's grief that is distorting her view of him, but even entertaining that possibility from a narrative perspective made me feel like i needed a bath. so... sleazy.

bullying aside- for an episode about breaking free from mulder’s influence, he seemed to really care for her and try and reach her, if we ignore the terrible things he said and just focus on his actions. on vacation and at work, he wanted to make sure she was okay. and it was sweet, but when cast in the light i mentioned earlier- in comparison to her father- it felt, like, paternalistic, which made my skin crawl. which is an understatement.

she needed to have that important character development, don’t get me wrong. it seems she’s worked so hard her whole life and has never made time to break some rules, except for when she was a kid. she needs to rebel at some point- but it was the framing of their dynamic that icked me out. and maybe i'm interpreting something in a different way than everyone else does. honestly, i hope i'm misunderstanding something. please feel free to correct me.

there was clearly something on her mind that distracted her from one interview, and the episode is trying to show us that her life isn’t just the x files like mulder's is. they’re different. maybe they spend too much time together. maybe they needed time apart, and maybe she needed to do the things she never let herself in the past. but… you can tell from reading this post that while i agree with some of the character choices- scully confronting him for being too controlling, letting herself let loose for once- i think they made sense in theory but less so in this particular execution.

and yeah, there’s me the viewer who doesn’t want to see that shit happen, be it scully being attacked or sex outside the slowburn that gave us the term "ship". you can’t blame me there. i am a mere mortal. but also…… damn. something about the way jerse said he hated women and grabbed scully made me feel sick.

i think that scully has a lot of grief and anger, and i think she reached a boiling point in this episode. and i think she won’t do the things she did ever again. but it still felt so out of character to see her do those things. and was she implying, with her whole speech about her father, that she seems mulder as this controlling force in her life? that their dynamic has been entirely unequal from the beginning? that he acts like a boss to her, and whatever the fuck it is they have going on (because it can’t be described in words, we both know that) has been an imbalance of power this whole time? that makes things feel…….. less warm and fuzzy, in retrospect, don’t you think? the idea that mulder only keeps her around as a foot soldier and doesn't really give a damn about her?

(again. it could be her grief talking. grief is not rational. but i had never seen it like that before, and it casts everything in a different light)

i think this episode had clear commentary on misogyny. the way that jerse’s thoughts were poisoned to hate women, how we explore mulder inadvertently taking the upper hand throughout their relationship, the way the detectives wouldn’t believe scully at her word when questioning her about the blood. i think it explored scully's frustration in being in a male-dominated field, and feeling like she always has to be perfect. but other than that, i'm not sure what i'm supposed to take away from the whole thing, unless i am to think that whatever relationship it is they do have is nothing more than one of uneven control. because that's the vibe i was getting from this one.

it felt out of character, and not just in the purposeful subversion of how we normally see scully- their whole fight felt off. and the tone was all over the place. first we're joking, then we're arguing nasty style, then we're joking, then sexy, then fight time violence against women, then joke? unresolved ending feeling i cannot explain? what do i make of this?!

idk. i don't feel like i'm wording my points well, but i'm not sure i want to really keep trying either. and i feel that if i did my usual thing, which is watch an episode, take notes, think it over for a day, and THEN edit the notes, i might be able to have a more coherent thought process- but given potential controversy, i want to get this out tonight.

i want to really hear your thoughts- if you ride or die for this episode, walk me through it! did you also not like it? is it mid to you? i'm listening. i want to know. i have no ill-intent, and i feel bad that i've been a bit harsh lately. let us discuss. it is all peace and love over here.

#(gestures vaguely) you can't tell me that their relationship is that of a boss and an employee or i will need to call HR now #but also! it has not been like that! for the entire series!#and like i said her grief can distort that but. it felt. reductive. at best. and character assassination at worst.#not sure if i'm just a hater or of s4 isn't doing it to me but please be kind (sobs)#i don't wish to be a killjoy- it just didn't do it for me! but if it did do it for you- tell me why!#i won't argue; i just want to know. i promise i do not come online to start fights. i am simply to busy for this!#everyone in txf fandom has been so kind i worry i'll poke a sleeping bear and end the goodwill LMAO #juni's x files liveblog #4x13 #txf #the x files

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spineless-lobster · 4 months ago

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MY THOUGHTS ON THE VENGEANCE SAGA HOLY SHIT!!!!!!

(Spoilers under cut)

Okay I took like half an hour to yell about this with my brother so I have a few thoughts in order here we go!

1. Not Sorry for Loving You

First of all this song is absolute bop like calypso they can never make me like you BUT they can make me like your song.

“I’m angry and tired and restless and sad” honestly me too girl welcome to the club (also the flow in this verse is crazzyyy)

Odysseus is a braver man than I if I was him I could never tell her I love you in any capacity lmao

The ending is 😭👌

2. Dangerous

LETS FUCKING GO I’VE BEEN WAITING SO LONG FOR THIS!!!!

“Six hundred deaths under my command” okay that’s just fowl you can’t say that

The acoustic guitar in the beginning is amazing actually

NO BECAUSE WHEN HE SAID “Cause I had one goal in mind” AND WE HEAR THE SILENCE WHERE THE CREW USED TO BE????? THAT SHIT BROKE ME DUDE!!!!!

HERMES WITH THE AEOLUS LYRICS/MOTIF/WHATEVER THE WORD IS I SEE YOU GIRL I AM A BIG FAN!!!!!!

Everyone who was like “aeolus and hermes would be besties” YOU WERE ALL RIGHT!!!!!

GROOVY!!!!!!!!! TIME TO FUCKING GROOVE BABEYYYYY!!!!!! ✨✨✨✨

“Wash it away like the blood your hands have known” that is such a raw line to come from such a funky character hermes girl you did NOT have to read him like that

WELL IT’S A LITTLE BIT ✨DANGEROUS✨ MY FRIEND!~

Windbag ex machina

To quote my brother: “the windbag is such a broken item” 😭

HERMES X WINIONS LETS GOOOOOOOO

SING IT ODY!!!!!! YOU’RE GONNA USE RUTHLESSNESS BABE!!!!!!

“Don’t thank me, friend, I’m not the one that fought for you” AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAthena

3. Charybdis

This one is another banger!!!!

The ody monologue as he is talking to charybdis is really cool actually

OHHHHH BRING IT ON!!!!!!!!

“My love” what if I just died violently

Ohhh fuck here we go lads

That “NOOOOO!!!!!!” is so fucking visceral oh my GOD when jay said voice acting he MEANT Voice Acting

4. Get in the Water

The erratic piano!!!!!!! That’s so cool!!!!!

Ohhhhh fuck wet hades is here

The way he says “get in the water” is so cold. It’s like You Don’t Have An Option. Get in the fucking water.

“I’ll take your son and gouge his eyes” okay I know we were cheering on ody when he was doing it to your son mr poseidon but have you considered that telemachus has never done anything wrong in his life ever?

Poseidon: I’m going to fucking kill you and your gay little island

Odysseus: have you considered greeting the world with open arms?

Lads how many fucking years has it been I don’t think ody knows how to count

THE EDITING OF STEVEN’S VOICE HERE AAAUUUUGGGGGHHHHH ITS SOOOO GOOOOD!!!!!

I KNEW IT!!!!! I FUCKING CALLED IT!!!!! I KNEW POLITES WOULD COME BACK I KNEW EURYLOCHUS WOULD COME BACK I KNEW WE’D HEAR THE CREW!!!! (Tbh I should’ve expected anticlea but ssshhhh) AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH I FUCKING LOST MY MIND HERE!!!!!!

I see you draw your final breath~

Okay but literally in this moment I think this is where we see everyone forgive odysseus. Whether they lost their lives to mistakes like with polyphemus or a conscious decision like with zeus. Here we see everyone odysseus has loved who has passed away stand by him, telling him that they’re waiting and ready to greet him with (pardon me) open arms in the underworld.

ALSO I JUST NOTICED THAT POLITES SAYS “we can tell you’re getting nervous” not “I” and THAT’S how I know ody died (or at least was on the edge of death) for a few seconds in that moment and interacted with the shades of everyone

5. Six Hundred Strike

Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my FUCKING god

I said this song would break me and I was fucking right

ODYSSEUS HAS THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP ON HIS SIDE MOTHERFUCKERSSSSSS

THE INSTRUMENTAL GOES CRAZY!!!!! THE METAL FUCKS SO HARD!!!! THE ELECTRIC GUITAR!!!!!!

Bro the hades soundtrack called they said they want their fucking music back

The deliver of “MY WIFE!!!” DUDDDEEEEEEEE

Literally if you don’t get yourself someone like odysseus don’t even try to get anyone else never settle for less okay the gods created men and then sent odysseus as an apology

STORM MOTIF!!!!!

FULL SPEED AHEAD TUNE!!!!!!!

Poseidon: fuck you

Odysseus: whatever, go my six hundred strike

“You’re going to call off that storm.” The amount of BALLS this man has HOW DOES HE WALK AROUND WITH THOSE

Odysseus said “if I can’t kill you I guess I’ll torture you forever” literally that’s my favourite war criminal

ODY’S MONOLOGUE AS HE’S STABBING POSEIDON HOLY FUCKING SHIT THIS IS THE RAWEST SHIT EVER!!!!!

Literally the animation for this was so good it felt illegal to watch like is this allowed???? Can I stomach this??? This is the most fucked up thing I’ve ever seen????? In a good way????

“I’m still the same” in keep your friend close vs. “Look what you turned me into” in six hundred strike <3333

“Look what we’ve become.” It’s reminding me of how ody and scylla harmonized “we are the same you and I” godddd he truly has become the monster rawr rawr rawr

The way poseidon says “NOO” and “STOP!!!” is so crazy actually

POSEIDON SINGING MONSTER WHAT IF I JUST FUCKING DIED ON THE FLOOR!!!!!

“After everything you’ve done. How will you sleep at night?”

“Next to my wife.”

LITERALLY I SCREAMED INTO MY FUCKING PILLOW WHEN HE SAID THAT!!!!!! THAT IS THE COLDEST MOST RUTHLESS FUCKING LINE EVER HOLY FUCK ODY I THINK YOU ACTUALLY JUST FUCKING KILLED HIM!!!!!! THERE IS NO COMING BACK FROM A LINE LIKE THAT!!!!! LITERALLY THE BEST WAY TO END THIS SAGA!!!!!!!

Closing thoughts

JAY WHEN I FUCKING CATCH YOU JAY!!!!!!

When he said vengeance saga he meant Vengeance with a capital V

Bro all I’m saying is that if I was penelope and I heard all of this go down… let’s just say telemachus would no longer be an only child

Also! In the midst of my boisterous reaction I uhhhhh broke my vengeance saga bracelet so I’m gonna have to fix that eventually

Uh… yeah… I’m gonna go like….. lay down for a bit or something…

#bro holy fuck #I am in shambles #no one talk to me ever again actually #wake me up when the ithaca saga releases #epic the musical #epic the vengeance saga #epic the musical spoilers #the vengeance saga #jorge rivera herrans #the man that you are

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artscloudy · 2 years ago

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How do you think maki from &team would be as a boyfriend?

Oh my gooood I was kicking my feet while writing this nshdhhsbd. Thank you so much for asking, hope you enjoy (and sorry for being late) <3

&Team Maki as a Boyfriend

He's super duper cute

As soon as he sees you, his eyes lighten up and he cannot help but smile so much

Whenever he says anything, he would look for your eyes to be sure you support him. And you always do, of course

But when he feels your eyes on him oh my god, he becomes so red and starts stumbling on his own words

The "he fell first but you fell harder" trope

Because yes, he's the first one to confess and yes, he's always looked at you with the greatest admiration and love written in his eyes

But you keep falling for him every day a bit more

He's the type to spoil you with gifts, mostly plushies and funny tshirts or cool hoodies

"Y/n, I got this for you"

"Maki, love, that's the third whale plushie you got me this month"

"Yes, but this one's pink"

Something like that

Does he cook for you? Absolutely no, he's a menace. So it would be you cooking for the two of you

Or you'd order take away which is always the easiest option

He'd love to "carry" the relationship sometimes, but usually he lets you do most of the work, while still actively participating in the things you want to do

For example, even if he wants to go to the arcade and you want to go to the movies, he's the type to avoid talking about his preference and just go with the flow

But some other times, he's the type to just softly ask you to organize the day for the two of you

And your dates would almost always be shopping dates where he gives you an insane amount of outfits arranged by himself to try on and then asks you to come out to comment on them

"Please not another one..."

"But this has a cute bear on the front pocket"

"Yes, but no"

"Come on, Y/n, try this on"

"... ok"

He's the type to invent cute names for you related to the experiences you had together and use them playfully

But probably, he's the type to stick to "baby" the most

You never feel alone with him: not mentally, not emotionally and definitely not physically

His love language (other than getting whales for you lol) is quality time

He'd love to have you around at all times, even if, of course, it's not possible

He'd ask you to watch animes with him and to accompany him to the dance studio and if you have to study, you study there while he dances

So that he can come and stamp a kiss on your cheeks any time he feels like it

Do your grades get lower? Definitely, but yolo

The type to hold your hand whenever you go out together

And also the type to side-eye anyone barely looking at your direction

Sassy boy not only with people he's jealous of

But also with you, giving you the most disrespectful answers to your jokes (but you two end up laughing at all times)

He'd want you to meet his family

And when you do, he'd keep an hand on your waist at all times both to soothe you and to show his parents how much you mean for him

When you two cuddle, he always has one hand on your waist and one playing with your hair

Cuddle sessions would last for HOURS with you softly caressing his arms and neck and him caressing your cheeks and hair

And if another member barges in, he'd give him a side-eye and keep hugging you and pampering you with kisses while the poor guy backs up

And you two probably fall asleep like that

The next morning, when you wake up, you wake up to him still caressing your hair while holding you in his arms

And a good morning kiss is the first thing he asks you for

And who are you to say no?

To sum it up, Maki is an enormous green flag

#&team #maki #&team maki #maki &team #kpop moodboard #kpop idols #kpop #jpop #andteam #kiss #imagine #andteam maki #maki andteam #requests

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lemonflavouredchaos · 2 years ago

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Hi there! I’m looking for more body worship/pleasure dom fics. The one with Eddie and the shy chunky reader was so gooood

Oh man have I got you covered; this request opened up a chest of inspiration today.

Just the Touch of Your Hand

Highschool had been hell; in the era of super slim, super cute, dainty girls with glossy, sleek hair, you were the furthest thing from an 'it' girl as it was possible to be. Adult life would be different, you told yourself, when you had a job and a place of your own...

Of course, it isn't. Working in a bar with the same super fit, super slim girls, serving the same rude guys who look at you as if terrified a single smile would give you the wrong idea is hell too, God forbid the chubby chick thinks you like her, right?

Is it any wonder you need to let loose now and then? That's what you tell yourself as you drive out to Eddie's trailer. You just need to let loose; the weed is a way to relax and definitely not a way to forget you're... well, yourself, for a few hours.

He opens the door with a wide grin and leans on the frame, his dark hair messy and wild around his face, a sliver of smooth skin showing between his belt and his shirt,

"Y/N," he says and shakes a finger at you, "you're not a cop now, are you?"

"In this body?" You scoff, "no, Just a pissed-off barmaid."

"The cops would be lucky to have that body," he whispers, winking before he turns on his heel, leaving you no chance to reply. You roll your eyes and follow him, closing the door behind you. It's always been the same; he always has something smart to say, but when he plops down on the couch and hands you a baggie you force a smile.

"How much?" You asked, pulling your wallet from your purse,

"Sit and smoke with me and it's free," he says, then spreads his hands in mock surrender, "I'll be a gentleman, I just wanna catch up. Seems like it's been forever." You hesitate; you just want to be alone, but when he smiles at you like that it's hard to say no,

"Ok, Eddie," you sigh as you sit at the other end of the sofa, "let's chat."

He grins like he's won the lottery, and that joy is infectious,

"Great, you want a beer?" He jumps up, clapping his broad hands together,

"Sure," you nod and stretch, letting the cool air the fan blows around the room and the muted music from his bedroom soothe you. He places a can down gently and starts filling a bong.

The problem with Eddie Munson is that he can't help but be charming. The guys in school who called him a freak were assholes; he was weird, sure, but in a goofy, kind of endearing way, and it didn't take a rocket scientist to see the desperate longing in his eyes. He just wants people to like him... boy do I know that feeling,

"So," he blows smoke out in a plume before he hands you the bong, "you're a barmaid."

"Yes." You nod and take the bong,

"Do you like it?"

"Hell no," you laugh and take a drag,

"Fair enough..." he leans back, watching you hold the smoke for a few seconds before you let it go, one hand in his thick hair, "your own place?" You nod. "Hey, that's great."

"Thanks," you say and raise your eyebrows, "it's a shithole."

"Well, it's your shithole and that matters," he says, then winces, "let's forget I said that, it sounded wrong." You nod and laugh, feeling your mood lift despite yourself,

"You graduate yet?" You ask

"No," he said and grins, "but this is my year, Princess, I can feel it."

"I bet it is, too," you say as you pass the bong back, folding one leg under you, "You still seeing that chick? With the red hair?" He shakes his head,

"Nah, she moved to Portland." He shrugs as if it's nothing, but you can hear a little hurt in his voice,

"Shame," you murmur, hating yourself for being glad. He's just too cute, even if there's no chance, "she seemed nice."

"She was," he says and then his eyes slide to you with a mischievous glint in them, "you got a boyfriend these days?"

"No."

"A girlfriend?" He asks, wiggling his brows,

"No, Eddie," you say and slump back into the soft cushions. He frowns,

"Why not?" He asks, "no-one you like?"

"No-one that'll have me." The ceiling is stained with smoke, but the lights are clean. Everything is strangely clean. He scoffs and leans forward and the smell of his aftershave seeps into the air between you, fresh and sharp

"Then they're idiots," he whispers conspiratorily,

"Nah - I don't mind."

"You should have some poor guy wrapped around your little finger," he says and his eyes are warm and dark. The way he looks at you, it feels... wrong. Nice, but wrong. This isn't the way men talk to you.

You sit up, heart hammering, certain there's a blush spreading across your cheeks.

"Anyway, that's all for guys, really," you say, scrambling for something that will take those eyes away from you,

"Dating?" He asks with a quizzical grin, eyes already a little hazy. You shrug, suddenly embarrassed,

"Yeah, no, I dunno, Eds," you say and take a drag from the bong, "the whole... all the stuff that comes with it, you know?" You shake your head, feeling the world go soft and hazy, "the.. sex stuff. It's not really for girls... well, girls like me. We just kind of put up with it... or... you know, not, in my case." You laugh, but he isn't laughing along. "Guys don't really like me," you confide in him without any filter, yeah, that's what weed does dumbass, "but I don't mind."

You realize you've shocked him, you must have because he's silent and there's a line between his brows. When he opens his mouth, at first, he says nothing, and by the time he thinks of something to say the phone rings, calling his attention,

"Stay... right there," Eddie says and crosses to answer it. As he speaks into the phone, you realize you've said too much, but by the time you're gathering your purse, he's back, and he's on his knees in front of you looking at you with that same strange, almost hurt look, "ok, look, before you go..." he says, "I know you probably think you said too much, but you didn't."

"Ok," you say, and your voice is small,

"I'm sorry some shitbag made you feel like you're not good enough, " his hands land on your knees and they're so big. Your head spins. "You are. You're more than good enough... and any idiot that made you think it's 'not for you'," he makes air quotes, "if I ever find 'em, I'm gonna run them over with my van."

He's so earnest that you laugh and cover your mouth, and this time he does laugh with you. But he reaches up and takes your hand away from your face,

"Don't hide that pretty smile," he says softly, "please."

"Ok," you say, standing up with his help. Eddie presses a fresh baggie into your hand,

"Drive safe," he whispers, "and don't be a stranger.... please."

Just like that, you're in the sticky night air again; you stop your car and take a few deep breaths. Did that really happen? As if in answer to your unspoken question, his trailer door opens,

"No," Eddie almost shouts, "you know what," he leaps the steps from his trailer and crosses the ground between you, pushing a broad hand into your curls moments before he stoops to kiss you. It's hard and needy and feverish; you whimper into his mouth and let his weight push you back against the side of your car. He doesn't cop a feel, but the way his hand grips your hip has the same feeling; like you're helpless and exposed and completely at his mercy.

He pulls away, eyes bright and glittering in the gloom,

"Sex is not just for guys, Y/N, it's for girls too... especially girls like you," he whispers and rubs his nose against yours, "do you believe me?"

"I..." the words don't come; you're trembling, silent, and his face starts to shift,

"Shit, sorry -" he mutters, "I'm a fucking idiot, I'm sorry-" You cut him off with a kiss because it's the only way you can express what it is you wish you could find the words to say, and he turns to you like a sunflower following the light.

"I'm not sure I believe you," you whisper when you pull away, "but you can try to prove me wrong if you like."

He grins like you've given him the world and takes your hand,

"I will," he says and steps back, not tugging or pulling you, just inviting you to follow, and God it could be a bad idea but you do. All the way to his bedroom where he pulls off his shirt like it's nothing. You wish you had his confidence; the thought of taking off the loose, long dress you're wearing is like ice down your back, and he sees that, "hey," he says gently, "it's ok if you changed your mind."

"No... I haven't I'm just..." you trail off as he approaches,

"Lil' shy?" He teases, but his voice is warm. You nod, "that's ok... do you trust me?" You nod; you always have. He's a nice guy, really a nice guy; the kind of good person that wouldn't let anyone be pushed around. He was always kind to you, and that doesn't seem to have changed. When Eddie trails a hand along your arm, you shiver; the next kiss is gentle and slow. And it goes on and on until you think you'll lose your mind; as you slump against him, his arms slip up around your waist and he holds you like it's easy. Like you weigh nothing, "can we lose this?" He murmurs, tugging the skirt of your dress gently.

Time to be brave, Y/N, it's now or never.

You nod and help him undo the buttons down its front, but you keep your eyes closed as it slips away and the cool air tickles the fine hairs on your arms and belly.

Silence.

Then he whistles through his teeth,

"Where have you been hiding?" He asks, voice a little thick. When you open your eyes they don't meet Eddie's, because his are fixed on your body. He takes a few steps around you, and for a moment it's hard not to feel like a rabbit being circled by a wolf. Then he steps up behind you and kisses the side of your neck, fingers tracing along your hips and waist,

"Nowhere," you whisper,

"You've been hiding in these baggy dresses," he mutters, "you shouldn't have, Princess, you're perfect." Those big, warm hands slide over your skin, around to your belly, up to ghost over the fabric of your bra,

"Hardly," you scoff, but he just nips your ear lobe, making you squeak and squirm, and you can feel it against your back, how hard he is. Somehow it makes you feel small. Toes curling in the flat hightops you haven't gotten around to taking off, you're almost floored by a sense of clarity. Of how you must look in your underwear and shoes. It feels vulgar, but not dirty.

It's strange, you realize, how he moves you without pushing or pulling at you. It feel natural to move to the bed, perfectly natural; its like he's guiding you. There's no pressure or negotiation; if I say no, he'll stop. Just like that. He won't even be mad. The thought is like warm water, so when his fingers touch your back, you lie on the bed on your belly without thought, and smile when the thud of his knees hitting the floor shakes the matress.

Lips ghost over your legs and back, his hands slide slowly, almost lazily over you until he snaps your bra strap against your back with a chuckle,

"Hey!" You whine and squirm,

"Sorry, Princess," he says with a laugh, "couldn't resist. Damn I can't believe you're here..." he tugs the strap again, "yes? No?"

"Yes," you murmur, when was the last time you were this relaxed? You can't remember. When the clasp comes free and he gently pulls the bra away you sigh,

"Can't believe you're really here," he says again, "God I wanted you so bad when we had English together." The absurdity of that thought makes you giggle,

"Can't believe I believed you when you said you were gonna be a gentleman," you tease and he feigns offence, lowering the weight of his body onto your back as he whispers,

"I am being a gentleman," he says, "I'm gonna take such good care of you." You roll over, almost by your own volition, but raise your arms. This time he does pull; pulls them down, "none of that," he mutters and lowers his head to kiss the skin under your collarbone, working down to lick your nipples, placing a kiss on each one, "don't hide from me. Promise?" Those eyes are like pools of warm chocolate. How can you say no to them?

"Promise," you say, and he raises a hand,

"Pinky swear?" There's a teasing edge to his voice, he pushes one leg between yours and shifts, rubbing the rough denim of his jeans against the thin material of your panties,

"Pinky swear," you gasp and wrap your pinky around his, grinning when he leans to kiss it,

"Good, 'cause if you do, I'm gonna have to punish you," he says, grimacing, "detention for you Princess. "

"Gonna make me write lines, Eds?"

"Not what I had in mind," he rubs his leg against you again, eyes flicking over your face as you flush, then leans down, "you cold?"You shake your head, "no? Then why're you shaking?"

"I don't, ah, I don't know." When did it get so hot in here? He sighs and sits up, eyes trailing up and down your body until the urge to cover yourself is so strong it's almost tangible. He tuts,

"'Sex isn't for girls like me,'" He mimicks you with a roll of his eyes, "bullshit, this," he runs his hands from your hips up to your breasts before pressing his knee against you firmly, grinning when your thighs squeeze around it, "sweet," he leans to kiss your neck, "soft," another kiss, lower down, "perfect," and another, lower still, "little body is made for it." His chin digs into your belly, his hands tug your panties, "please?" He pouts, dragging laughter out of you again. Are you supposed to laugh this much when you're naked?

You nod.

"Fuck me," he groans, "even your pussy's pretty, what the fuck Y/N?" That's it, the last straw; you buckle, curling around yourself, shaking with laughter, "no, no, no, I know I'm hilarious but you better bring that pretty ass back over here." He says, sniggering. Domineering isn't the word for Eddie Munson, but he manhandles you with ease; the strength in him shocks you as he wrestles you onto your back and presses the length of his body against yours, "you do understand that it's unfair to be this cute?" He's grinning like a child, watching you blush and laugh and shake your head, "it is, yes, it's unfair and it should be illegal, but it won't stop me from eating that pretty little pussy until you scream, so are you gonna behave or do you need a minute?"

"I need, Jesus, Eds, I need a minute," you gasp through the gasps of laughter and the fiery blush. He flops beside you on the bed,

"Fine," he says, turning to look at you, "do you want a beer?"

"No, thank you."

"You want a pop tart?"

"No Eddie," you snort shaking your head,

"So what do you want?" He props himself up on one elbow,

"I want you to lose the jeans, for a start," you say, feeling your nakedness with painful clarity, "even the playing field a little. "

"Oh the playing field," he drawls and hops to his feet, undoing his belt without ceremony, discarding the jeans with a flourish, "you don't fool me," he points, "we both hated gym."

"True..."

Even on his knees, Eddie seems to loom, he can't help it. You smirk as he approaches, putting his elbows on either side of your legs,

"I'm literally on my knees, " he says, "can I please eat that perfect pussy?"

"God you're so rude," the eye-rolling, the admonishment; it's a front. You're shaking, terrified and exhilarated... and maybe, just maybe, enjoying the strange power he's given you.

"Please," he bats his eyelashes comically, dragging you closer until our hips are at the edge of the bed, "pretty please."

"Fine," you drag the word out, trying to mask the shivering excitement that's building in your belly.

He parts your legs like he's opening a gift, which is precious, but there's no time to tell him that; he doesn't start slow. Trying to breathe through the onslaught of sensation is enough to keep self-consciousness at bay until your body understands what it's feeling. The hot press of his maddening, the way his tongue slips over the flesh makes your head spin, and when he sucks, just enough to make you whine with need, your hands find his hair and tug.

Hips moving in time with his rhythm, you suddenly get it. Suddenly all the fuss makes sense; this is what it's supposed to be like. Those half-hearted fumbles with boys who were only interested in being able to say they had fucked anyone feel like they happened to someone else. This is how it should have been.

When you cum, it's like lightning; blinding and sudden hen you, and when you come back down to earth, Eddie's tapping your thigh,

"I do need to breathe," he says, muffled by your legs which, you see, are clamped around him.

"Shut, Eddie, I'm sorry, I-" he cuts you off with a kiss, and you can taste yourself on his lips,

"Don't be, that's exactly how I want to go out." Just like that, it seems to be over; he lies beside you and pulls you close, kissing your forehead and your hair,

"What about you?" You peek up at him and he smiles,

"I'm good," he says quietly, pressing his nose to your hair,

"You don't want...?" It's funny, you don't know how to ask him. It seems silly, this is the perfect time to ask him, just say 'Eddie, don't you want to fuck me?' The words don't come,

"I do," he murmurs, voice hot and sweet in your ear, "but this is about you."

"I want to make you feel good," it's the bravest collection of words you can assemble, so you slip your hand down to cup him while you say them and watch his eyes flutter closed,

"Yeah?" He asks, voice catching,

"Yeah," this time you're the one who moves, trying to put him on his back, but Eddie rolls and traps you under him,

"Well, who am I to refuse a lady," he chuckles and buries his face in your hair as he reaches over to fumble in the drawer of his bedside table, what...? Oh, "sure?" He asks, shaking against you as he pulls a condom free,

"Uh-huh," you can't help but watch him as he pulls his boxers down and kicks them off.

"You're so fucking cute when you blush," Eddie almost growls as he climbs back onto the bed, "... you sure about this?"

"Aren't you?"

"Fuck - what... how the hell can you ask that?" He demands A look of stupefied irritation on his face as you snort,

"Just checking," you say and realize, finally, that all this, the jokes, the teasing, they're to make you less nervous. And it's working, because your legs are up on his hips and you can feel the hard, hot press of him against your entrance... and you don't feel nervous anymore. It's Eddie, and when he sinks into you, muttering something barely audible about how good you feel, about how wet you are, the only words you hear that matter are simple,

"my good girl"

It's that simple, you realize, and that complex; it doesn't really matter what everyone else thinks of your body it doesn't matter if other men don't agree with him. As long as he says those three words again. As long as he holds you close and kisses you just like this, it doesn't matter if your stomach isn't flat, or if it ever is. Because he's got you. "You feel so good," you whisper it into his ear, along with everything else you've wanted to say all night. You tell him he's precious and adorable and handsome, that he makes you feel small in the best way, that he was right, that he proved you wrong and you want to do this again and again, and in the end, he only jokes about not actually being a superhero. So, you both agree to call a pizza and watch a horror movie while you wait.

#eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson smut #tooth rooting fluff #body worship #soft eddie #plus size reader #ST4

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the3rddenialist · 4 months ago

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good day! for the stp ask game,

3. (Explore) Who's your favorite Vessel?

17. (Explore) You're a princess locked in the basement of a cabin, what kind of princess would you be?

25. (Explore) What’s a moment in the game that emotionally destroyed you?

AY MATE!!!

3. (Explore) Who's your favorite Vessel?

I love Den to bits, even moreso after TPC, so gooood. She was like, the last Princess I ever got/learnt. She means so much to me haha. The fact that you can fight her til you become one or none, leave with her, starve with her, so good. I also love she just isn't humanoid anymore. That you have to work with something that isn't entirely a person anymore because that's what you made her.

I also really like Adversary/Fury and Drowned Grey, but they were my first princesses so a bit of bias haha. Beast!Wild is cool too.

17. (Explore) You're a princess locked in the basement of a cabin, what kind of princess would you be?

REALLY COOL QUESTION

I'd probably be very supicious of anyone that came down. Especially being trapped for who knows how long. But in the case that some person comes down;

I think I would pretend to be asleep, and see what the person would do. If they try to kill me I'd be like "well fuck this guy" and fight back. If they tried to help me out while they think I'm unconscious I'd be more inclined to trust them. And if they tried to wake me up either they want to help or they have the deceny not to kill a sleeping person. But I'd probably be more favourable towards them.

25. (Explore) What's a moment in the game that emotionally destroyed you?

Oooooo that's good. Emotionaly destroyed me? Of most recently a lot of HEA, expescially the Princess panicking and narrator's defeatism. Adversary!Broken!Fury after viewing Adversary!Contraian!Fury was devasating. That Broken was still there with her. Also Stubborn <33333

All of Den.

But I remember getting the Drowned Grey Vessel, and not liking her that much cause like, "Dude, you killed me when I helped you, and now you're mad at me killing you also you drown me???" But then when asking Shifty about her and getting;

"This one is guarded sorrow. She saw herself as alone, but in the end had the courage to share it with another. She will make for a deep heart."

It was kind of like an 'oh' moment. I still didn't like the princess but it was essential my first hint that she wasn't just a cruel person (having gotten Ad!Fury first), so yeah.

But something that was absolutely devasting. Was getting A New and Unending Dawn and Smitten's unhappiness. Cause like, it was supposed to be a victory and he was one of my favourite voices and I was excited to hear him but, of course he wouldn't be happy. Of course this would suck for him. The joy of hearing him again made me forget he would hate this. Beat the game but bro was sad mannn.

Thanks for asking!!!

#3rd talks #slay the princess #stp

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glassxrose · 28 days ago

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For the ND ask game: 8, 9, 24, 28?

Have a zippy day! :D

I can't believe I got THREE of these asks overnight oh my goooodness. 8. Favourite second chance

Hey, how come at the end of Thornton Hall, if you click on the wrong symbol on the wall, a real fucking ghost kills you? Why does that happen. 10/10 no notes.

9. Something you find scary in an ND game that people don’t talk about

Oh, what an interesting question!!! Jeez. Well, I made a post a few months ago covering some unnerving places in the first five games that make me uneasy, but the moment that really comes to mind is during Haunted Carousel, when Nancy has to crawl underneath the entire ride to grab a remote control. Not only is that crawlspace creepy as hell, but the moment the player picks it up, the ride starts to move, threatening to skewer Nancy. The fact that this happens completely silently - COMPLETELY SILENTLY. Nancy says nothing, the Carousel makes no noise, the organ does not play. She makes no remarks about it. There's something so unnerving about it. You just have to click away quickly and then it's over.

24. Most confusing plot

So the MYSTERY of "Shadow At The Water's Edge" is "Oh fuck, is this place haunted? What's that about?" Cool, it's the same mystery as SIX previous games. Awesome and we love to see it.

The PLOT of SAW is Nancy, a visitor here at this family-owned traditional inn, repeatedly begging everyone to talk about the woman/mother/daughter who DIED there, and being SUSPICIOUS of them when they don't want to talk about it. The writing of the game, and the writing of Nancy's dialogue, means to convince the player that Nancy is Right - since ghosts are OBVIOUSLY not real and only stupid people believe in them, then the smartest suspect must be faking these hauntings to PREY on the others for some reason, and that ALONE gives Nancy the complete right to be as horrible, rude, and ghoulish as she is. I feel gross playing this game. There are many things about it that I love, though I don't think it's as great as the fandom typically regards it as, but this is the worst "Nancy Stumbled on a Mystery" game in the series.

She walks in, sees people acting "weird" about a painting falling off of the wall, and then insists that she is ENTITLED to know the details of Kasumi's Suicide, the history of the Family, and the TRADITIONS OF THE RYOKAN IN THE SHIMIZU FAMILY. The writers completely forgot to give Nancy any tact, empathy, or genuine reasoning for being allowed to stay, because 1/3rd of the way through the game she should have been fucking kicked out and shamed for her behavior.

The "confusing" part is, to me, why the player should want to continue being forced to ask horrible questions of a grieving family, snooping through their things (and a dead woman's things), and repeatedly being BEGGED over and over again to stop asking about it!! WHY IS THIS THE PLOT OF THE GAME? AAAAAAUUUUUGH I'M NORMAL.

28. Favourite place to snoop

If I can only pick one, it's Abby's Room in MHM. The music that plays in there is 10/10, the whimsigoth decor is 10/10, the information revealed to the player is 10/10, the clutter and extra prop details are 10/10. However, I'd also like to say that I love the snooping in The Final Scene, where I feel about equal attention was paid to each suspect's little area where you get to snoop around in. Very satisfying.

#nancy drew #nancy drew pc games #clue crew #abi speaks #tysm once again for these

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missamyrisa2 · 4 months ago

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Could you do another clit tickling scenario please?

I'm alwayssss ready to tease a naughtyyyy naughtyy girly button darling. And especially latelyyy I've been thinking about how I would use my silly soft pigtails to do such a thing. Because you know what that means when I spring my naughty girl happy trap on you? Oh the trap? whyyy that's just this lovely machine which looks like a flower and it makes a machiney laughing sound when it detects a naughty thing like you, springing out with viney appendages to snare you up and hold you until I can casually walk in and comment "Ahhh, we got a girl did we?" Oooh the machine will be gentle but tough and thorough as it strips away your clothes and starts probing about with sensual ticklyyyy touches. All those softttt tendrils gliding around your body, working over your chest and thighs and between your toes and in your pittiesssss ~ all those touches to warm you up, to make you feeel soooo goooood and tinglyyyy ~

Because now I'm hereee ~ and now we have a naughtyyy girly girl. "Tsk tsk tsk. Another naughty cutie in my clutches. Well, we know what to do with naughty girlies with naughty swollen buttons don't we now?" The machine almost nods as it agrees, holding you taut as I lean into inspect. "Uhh uhhh mmmmmhmm. Yep, look a that. Loook at that wicked lil thing. All wantttyyy and needyyy huh. You know what naughtyyyy wanttty needy buttons getttt don'tcha? They get tiiiickled!" I spring with joy in my little polka dot dress and tiny bolero jacket, grasping up my pigtail and merrily brushing the soft supple tip down your belly to your royal area. "Oooh look at you squirm ~ hold tight precious, this miiiight tickle!" I grin knowingly and hold you steady while I start taking that gentle pigtail tip along your lips, up and down and around and around back up to that lovely button. "Pearly pearly pearlyyyyy soooo very pearlyyy heree ~ awww you want your ticklessss you want to be all tickled and treated so sweetlyyy? Yeahhh you're an adorable ticklish girl and you just want alll these tickles on your lovely cute pearlyyy yes you doooo I knowww and I knowww this tickles so bad but it's alll for your own goood mmmhmmm all for youuu all for your own gooood yes that's riiiight~" I prattle and coo and delight at your every reaction, drawing up my other pigtail now to start kissing each side of your wanting button with edging tickling strokes.

And with me leaning so close with my built-in tickle tools, my voice is right there as well, sending little puffs of cool air across your clitty and girly area, giving even little vibrations in the air when I lean so close and I'm almost talking right into your button ~ "Tickle tickle tickle ~ tickles on that cliiiittttyyy yesss your girly pearlyyyy so ticklish so wantinggg ~ mmmh and my little trap isn't letting you go noooo we're gonna stayyy right here until you give me those sparklessss and then we're gonna tickle more yes we areeee mmhmm yes we are~ laugh it out babydollll nowhere to runnn nowhere to hiiide the tickles have youuu and they're nottttt letting gooooo~" I tease and lean in closer yet, giving tiny tiny kissies right at your button as I trace up and down your royal girly area, tracing your thighs and along your abdomen while I tickle-makeout with your pearly, brushing my lips ever so slowly lightly, planting the gentlest of kisses following your every squirm. And when you moan so sweetly and get close to the edge, I don't stop but I get even lighter with my touches. "Ah ah ahhhh ~ nooope you get only the ticklessss I knowww I know it tickles sooo bad down heree and my pigtails are like little feather bundlessss but it's onlyyy the most royal regal tickles for my most royal naughtyyy girly girlllll ~ now be your naughty self, you let it alll out let out alll those sparkliessss ~ and thennn" I lean in close so I'm talking right into your button ~ "...I'll really give you something to giggle about~"

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fiberglassandflowers · 10 months ago

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Hey idk if there’s some master post about mbts but if there is may I please ask where and if not could I perhaps humbly request a description because it sounds cool as FUCK

omg yayy okay so there's not a masterpost as of now (though there is a google doc in the works that will probably be. very big) BUT i will try to give a brief rundown. underneath a readmore 👍

OK SO. IN SUMMARY

MARY BELL TOWNSHIP: more like mary bell CLOWNSHIT ha ha. heavy surveillance like everywhere (including in peoples homes. how fun). it's also got some like radiation stuff going on. all the residents are a lil radiation poisoned But it's mostly fine. also the town moves and i dont know why.

VANNIE OVERTURE: based on suburbia overture. the mayor who is a vampire. major control freak. sucks shit. like most of the reason mary bell is the way it is. permasmile swag. has killed before. hates when people are weird freaks and is actively passive aggressive if not outright aggressive.

TRIP LETWO: based on 2econd 2ight 2eer. world's silliestguy contrarian and infamous public nuisance. deeply tortured individual but shes dealing with it i guess. physically cant leave mary bell township. he has too much goddamn lore

LYDIE LAPLACE: based on laplace's angel. so lame. just deeply lame. killed a guy and got kicked out of office building heaven (laplace's inc. id give this its own section but it doesnt really matter all that much). i dont ever think about it unfortunately im sorry women.

MINA BYRD: based on i/me/myself. very sweet very nice. ladybugpilled socialanxietycel. doesnt have a whole lot going on but she is nice im glad shes there. im gonna have a significant relationships section of this but im saying that shes roommates with lia here bc its not really significant otherwise

WALTER LEE: based on ...well, better than the alternative. worlds first cis father to be a butch lesbian. probably a girl but she doesnt know that. weird nostalgia issues so bad his wife left him.

DOTTY LEE: ten years old. strange little girl but i dont really think about it a lot. not much else to say about her really.

LIA CRATES: based on outliars and hyppocrates. her name is pronounced like lie-uh cray-tees not lee-ah crayts. i have to clear this up because i realized most people were wrong LMAO. a little mean but not so much when you get to know her.

WARREN LEARY: based on blackboxwarrior. actually the worst therapist you will EVER meet. isnt even licensed. you book a session with her and she only talks about herself the entire time. constantly referencing a dark and contradictory past.

MARSHA TILLIS: based on marsha, thankk you for the dialectics. slightly better therapist! still not that good. has the spirit of an old man despite being in his 40s. will begin to psychoanalyze your behavior upon the first thirty seconds of knowing you.

NORMAN LEE: based on love, me normally. guy trying really really hard to be a regular guy. has a loooot of problems that stem from this. hugest people pleaser the world has ever known. a little bit offputting. has hair symbolism :-)

MORTIMER: based on memento mori. doesn't have a last name. worlds silliest grim reaper death thing. works in the death division for laplace's inc. lived a pretty normal life. then it died :-(. more here

FERN O'DYNAMIC: based on thermodynamic lawyer. hates his bitch wife (who is a praying mantis for. unknown reasons? will elaborate). just has a lot of anger inside him and doesnt know how to deal with it so he takes it out on other people. he kind of sucks but he's a neat character.

MIRANDA WRIGHT: the person being sung about in thermodynamic lawyer. bug wife (i can blame anything on radiation). she wasnt always a bug she just kinda did that idk. there's not much about her but she's an etymologist.

COTARD LETWO: based on cotard's solution. she has so many problems oh my gooood. deeply lonely person. fascinated with the macabre. its like coping mechanism that makes you worse. im insane about her writing a basic description is so difficult fkdjsfhsjd

RAMONA MCLAREN: based on red moon + hand me my shovel (though the latter was included later on bc it fit her). worlds most intelligent and stupid single celled organism. patheticswag. absolutely batshit insane. attempting to solve the end of the world.

KUIPER SUNSHINE: based on dr sunshine is dead. uh. i dont really know much about her to be honest SORRY... its really silly though + haver of prophetic dreams that she is NOT transparent about. fucks with people a lot just for funsies

COLIN THESIER: based on cover this song. girl who used to be in a band but got kicked out bc of friend drama. survivor of a toxic codependent queer friendship. trying to be a better person bc she used to suck pretty bad unfortunately. a bit more here

theres like a couple more characters but none of them are really important enough to give their own sections. debbie letwo is trip and cotards mom, laplace is the head of laplace's inc, maude is walter's ex wife who left him (heres the scoop on that).

OK NOTABLE CHARACTER DYNAMICS TIME:

VANNIE/NORMAN: norman has been pretending to be a normal dude this whole time + vannie totally fell for it. normans stuck in this friendship bc hes too much of a people pleaser to break it off even though vannie actively drains him emotionally. also he feels validated by vannie thinking hes normal. its so awful im so insane about their dynamic

VANNIE/TRIP: THEY HAAAATE EACH OTHER. their entire core beliefs are at odds (guy who thinks everyone should do their best to conform vs. guy who loves being a weird freak and doing fuck all). their dynamic is honestly pretty simple in comparison but theyre so petty and stupid its insane. if you put them alone in the same room one of them isnt coming out

TRIP/NORMAN: theyre gay together. there's a weird lore thing about the way relationships are handled in mary bell but long story short theres paperwork that has to be filled out if you want to be registered for one and trip thinks its really funny for xem and norman to constantly break up so they'll have to fill out the paperwork because it fucks with vannie. theyre also kind of awful and tragic

WALTER/DOTTY: that is a father and his daughter. walters trying his best and hes doing well but nothing would have been better than just moving out of mary bell township to raise his child.

WALTER/NORMAN: they’re brothers 👍 not much else to say there but they’re cool

WALTER/MAUDE: already linked a more in-depth explanation of their deal but ill summarize it here. maude thought living in mary bell township was really bad for a child (and it is) but since walter has issues about idealizing his childhood he was like "whaaat well i was raised here and im fine" and they fought about it and once it became clear walter wasnt changing his mind maude figured shed just spare herself from all of it. so she left 💯

WARREN/MARSHA: what if the two worst therapists ever were queerplatonic and violated hipaa together. also what if one of them [marsha] was helping the other [warren] because they're on the run from the law. would that be crazy or what

FERN/MIRANDA: actually awful. they really want to divorce but trip and norman keep clogging up the paperwork so theyre on a waiting list forever. their relationship was really good at one point but its not anymore :-( more info here

NORMAN/FERN: fern haaates norman because of the previously mentioned paperwork debacle but normans ass cant deal with the thought of anyone disliking him so hes just been really trying to get on his good side to no avail. also theyre coworkers so its more relevant

MORTIMER/TRIP: man how do i even summarize this one. due to lore reasons that you can read about in the link provided in trips session they have a super weird dynamic present day. or at least on trips end, mortimer is just super friendly to them and it wigs her out.

TRIP/COTARD: OUGUIGHJ. AOAUYFGDSFHSJ. tragic sibliiings. man i dont even know if i can go into this. go here and here if you want to learn more about them. jesus

COTARD/COLIN: frienndsss :-] classic extrovert forcing themselves into introverts life trope a little bit. they play music together and its great. mina's also in their little group but the two of them are closer

KUIPER/RAMONA: have been described by my friend as being "nonromantic freak4freak" and this is true. theyre working together on the end of the world stuff. they also rope cotard into it but thats lore i havent talked much about yet. go here and here for more info about them.

that might??????? be it?????? if there's more ill update it but thats the general basics i think. thank you for being interested and hopefully reading i greatly appreciate it :-)

#explanations #not tagging every single character but i might include a link to this in the pinned post #yayyyy

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