#Silly little mortal thinks they control me

[dodger432101]

Lay with your God - Lux Imperator/Mr Ring-A-Ding x Reader Part 3

[It's time baby! THIS PART INCLUDES SMUT, MINORS DO NOT READ. Everyone else enjoy :) Disclaimer: This will be with a female reader, yes, because I want to imagine myself as the reader. And I have more knowledge of that body.]

It's a lovely Wednesday morning. The sun is shining - very brightly into your eyes my god curtains do your job - the birds are singing and you feel as rejuvenated as ever. Dodging the sun's near blinding rays you practically jump out of bed and start getting ready.

Memories of yesterday speed you up; you just about inhale your breakfast and have possibly set a new world record for the quickest anyone has washed themselves. You really want to get to Palazzo as soon as possible to spend more time with your.. well, what is he to you? You'd kissed Lux yesterday (plenty of times when you had to go home and he tried to convince you to sleep over), though now that you think about it what kind of relationship did you have with the God? You have to admit you've grown exceptionally fond of the little 'toon and his silly pranks, his surprising charm, his warm kisses.. but you're a mortal. Surely you're just a drop of water in the ocean of his life. Will he even remember you when you're gone? Are you just something to stave off boredom while he feeds off light in a random picture house in Miami? Do you even mean much to him?

Ookayyy, little early for all that. You're fed, showered and dressed. Get out the door and get some vitamin D from all that sunshine you clearly need it.

The short walk to Palazzo gives you enough time to loop your thoughts back from that little existential crisis you had to the lovely day. Huh. It's been bright and sunny ever since the God of Light showed up. Has all this clear weather been his doing? Can he control the sun's light? Has he been waking you up? The thought puts a smile on your face as you walk into the building and get your uniform on. As soon as you're dressed you hear the tapping sound of a speeding little cartoon racing his way down the hall towards your direction. You just have enough time to turn and brace for impact before Lux comes bounding over like a rabbit on a sugar rush and jumps straight into your arms, giggling as he wraps his stringy arms around your neck and buries his face in your shoulder.

"You're back you're back you're back!! I missed you sunshine, why won't you stay overnight? I'm stuck with mopey ol' Pye when you're not here and it's no fun." The God lifts his face just far away enough so that you have a clear view of his shining eyes, wet with unshed tears and a quivering pout like he's 3 seconds away from crying. Of course, the lone sad violin makes a disembodied return as Lux puts all the works into making you feel bad for leaving him in here. You can't help but coo at the display, giving the melodramatic celluloid a kiss on the cheek for his performance. In an instant the violin scratches out and the pout makes way for the cartoon's familiar grin, another giggle shaking his shoulders as he rubs that cheek against your face like an affectionate cat.

"Lux, hun, I'm sorry but I do need sleep. Can't say there's a nice little bed for me in this place." You remind the 'toon in your arms as you walk to Mr Pye's usual theatre room to greet him. Lux pauses his loving on you when he realises where you're carrying him and huffs, crossing his arms tightly and wrinkling that little pig snout in annoyance. He's seen more than enough of that old man, he wants to spend time with you now! You set him down gently outside the door to the projector room - God forbid Mr Pye saw you carrying the God of Light like a sack of potatoes - and go in to speak to your boss, leaving a grumpy little Lux to sigh, loudly and dramatically, before following you in.

You have a small chat with Mr Pye, all while your impatient God leans by the door, arms crossed, finger tapping, waiting for you to be done. You mention how bright and sunny it is outside and Reginald perks up, turning to the cartoon behind you. "Uhm, sir, might it be alright if I leave for a little while to get some things? Just some food and whatnot, you have some company now, I can always sort some films for the two of you to watch while I'm out." The poor man wrings his hands nervously as he talks to Lux, probably thinking the God will deny him any reprieve from his stay at the picture house. The celluloid hums, tapping his fingers on his arm in a rhythm like he's considering it. Then a lightbulb pings over his head and he grins widely. This is perfect for him. Time without Mr Pye and time with you!

"Why of course Mr Reginald Pye! You do spend.. all your time here, you must need to stock up on supplies! I'll be fine with your little employee here, go have fun, get some sun or whatever." All his time here? Gosh you thought Reginald was just staying a little later to keep Lux fed with light! Has he even left the building at all?! You turn to Lux while Mr Pye goes to sort out some reels for you and the God to load into the projector.

"Hey Hun, if we're gonna be having a film day could you be a dear and grab some snacks for me? You can always have some too, of course." You scratch the cartoon under his chin and watch him lean into the feeling, antennae curling into a heart shape at your affection.

"Anything for you sunbeam.." He purrs out, a very smitten smile on his face before he snaps out of his daze and dashes off to supply you with treats. Was it your imagination or were his pupils heart shaped for a second? Shaking that off as wishful thinking, you take this opportunity to go speak to your boss, worried for his wellbeing. You find him in the reel storage room, still clutching the film of his wife in one arm while he struggled to carry multiple reels with just one hand. Wordlessly you take them off him, a grateful smile crossing his face before he sees your worried expression.

"Sir.. how long has it been since you left the picture house?" Just that one question makes him hug his film reel tighter, looking away from you like you're scolding him. "Mr Pye. I.. I know you miss her something awful but this," You gesture to him with one hand and the general space with the other. "It isn't healthy sir. I never got the chance to meet your wife, but if she's as sweet as she seems on that film then I know she wouldn't want you rotting away in here. Gosh you're just my boss but I don't want that either." A shaky smile forms on Mr Pye's face. He looks down at the reel in his hands, then slowly holds it out to you.

"I know my dear, I'm sorry I've worried you. You're a kind soul. She would've loved you, I'm sure." His smile grows steady as you gently take the film from him, keeping it separate from the others. "Right, I better grab a bag for all the shopping. I'll get some of your favourites from that sweet shop down the road, a treat for looking after.. her. And a God while I'm out." You both chuckle at that, going your separate ways as you put Mr Pye's film on his desk and lay out the others on another table in the projector room. Lux can be seen through the gap in the wall down in the theatre, comically stretched arms holding a bag of popcorn, a drink cup and other bags of unknown goodies. You shake your head fondly at the sight and go help him set them down at the seats of your choice.

"So, sunshine, ol' Pye selected any masterpieces for us to watch?"

"I didn't take a look, actually. We can pick one out together!" Lux beams at the idea, already bounding up the steps, leaving you to chase after him with laughter echoing around the room. Once you're in the projector room you lift Lux up so you can both see onto the table, pointing at the labels as you read them out. Hah, Reginald picked out a Mr Ring-A-Ding cartoon! Lux shakes his head immediately at it, both of you knowing he'll be unable to stop himself from copying the theme song and dance. (You do love to see the little God begrudgingly sing and dance along whenever it plays) You scan the selection again, gasping in delight at one reel. Mr Pye had picked out one of your favourite films. You grab it, showing Lux as you bounce on the back of your feet. Seeing your excitement for this particular film the 'toon nods right away, watching you load the reel into the projector with a fond smile, antennae back in a heart shape.

It wasn't a particularly well known film, or well loved. But it held a special place in your heart, every time watching it felt like the first. You sit down with Lux as it begins playing, munching on the selection of snacks he picked out. Your eyes were glued to the film, the familiar tune of the opening score putting a smile on your face. Lux leans back in his seat, soaking up the light of the film and the happy expression on your face. Both of his favourite things in one room. How could this get any better for him?

Near the ending of the film, the couple on screen come together for the big anticipated kiss the entire movie builds up towards, you and Lux watching in a daze. Yeah you're both imagining it's you two instead. Though as the final score plays the people on screen get a little.. handsy.. before falling into bed as the credits play over top. You'd forgotten about that, face a little flushed as you keep imagining it's you and Lux doing that. You glance over at the God to see him locked onto the screen, almost seeming in awe at their movements. Well that isn't helping your blush at all. The projector clicks like it's going to turn off, yet all it does is replace the image of the film with a general white light. You look back at it, then return your gaze to the cartoon next to you to see a curious expression on his face. Wait. Does he not know about-

"What were they doing on that bed? Thought they were for sleeping on. That sure didn't look like sleeping, whatever it was!" The God of Light doesn't know what sex is. Ho boy you did not think you'd have to have this conversation with a God, especially one in the form of Mr Ring-A-Ding. You're gonna tell Mr Ring-A-Ding about sex. What has your life come to?

"Well." Where the hell do you even start? "Do you.. know how we make, babies?" Lux tilts his head to the side, then shakes it. Oh wow. "They were having sex, Lux. It's how we make children. But lots of people just.. do it 'cause it feels nice... Apparently." Not to say you hadn't tried, oh you had indeed you little sinner. But turns out not everyone knows what they're doing, at least when it comes to making a lady feel good. That, or they didn't bother to try. You've got the God's undivided attention now; he sits forward in his seat and stares at you like he's waiting for you to say more. "Uhm.. yeah. Never really understood the talk for it. Wasn't that great for me. That's about it. You can stop staring now Lux." He blinks at that, looking to where the film had been playing then to you with a strangely determined face. What's he planning?

"Ya think I could do better than a human, toots?" He's gonna be the death of you. Your flapping mouth and multiple blinks lead him to continue. "'Course we.. don't have to, sweetie pie. Just I'm curious what it's like and.. seems you didn't get the best you could from the whole act. I..." He looks away, gently putting a hand over yours. You could pull away easily if you wanted. "I wanna make you feel good, dolly. Gosh you deserve that, that and so much more. What do you say, sunshine?" He looks back to you with the gentlest smile he can form on his cartoon face, stroking his thumb over your hand reassuringly. The tidal wave of affection he's loading onto you makes you lightheaded but you fight the daze to nod enthusiastically at the question. He raises his eyebrow at that, smile turning playful. The little minx wants words again, damn him.

"I want you, Lux." Where did that confidence come from?! Nobody knows but you're thankful it did show up cause you've got the little 'toon blushing a dark blue off that one sentence. The projector clicks off as he hops out his seat and grabs your hand in a firmer grip, leading you out this theatre and into one down the end of the hallway. You're about to ask where he's taking you before he opens the door to this theatre's projector room. In there is a mattress, with blankets and pillows piled up on it in a corner of the room. You stare at the makeshift bed for a few seconds before you turn to Lux, his blush only getting worse as he scratches the back of his head and chuckles nervously.

"Every time I've asked you to stay, you've always said about not having a bed here. Sooo I asked Mr Pye for all of that.." He stretches his free hand to the bed, "For you. You can sleep over if you want now!" He gives you a shaky smile, seemingly waiting for your approval of his work.

You scoop him up and hug him tightly, squeezing your eyes shut to try and keep any tears from escaping. Such a thoughtful little God has taken interest in you and you couldn't be happier. "I know this isn't the most.. savoury union." You pull away just enough to see his face, his expression serious. "Your existence. It's a blink of an eye to me. You'll be... Gone.. before I know it. Before I'm ready. I want to spend as much time as possible with you. I know the idea of being immortalised in film scares you, but please.." Lux cups your cheek in one hand, thumb brushing against your skin, a mournful look on his face. "If you ever, ever change your mind. Tell me. I don't want to let you go. I don't want to.. let you die."

That knocks the wind out of you. He cared. He cared so much about you that he wanted to make you immortal like him. He wanted to be with you forever.

Overwhelmed by the God's love you pull him into a kiss, Lux returning it instantly with all the passion he could muster in his little 'toon body. You stay like that for what feels like an eternity all in itself, holding your God. Then you remember the reason he brought you here. You set Lux down, reluctantly breaking the kiss before giving him a smooch on the forehead. Leaving him with his heart antennae, you make your way over to the mattress and kick your shoes off. You sit down, then flop back and snuggle into the pile of blankets and pillows. The mattress itself wasn't very thick but Lux had padded it up nicely, it was now a comfortable little nest. The God walks round so he's standing on the side your head is, leaning over until his face is in your view. "Well, sunshine? Do you like it?" He's tapping his fingers together nervously. He so badly wants you to like it, to know he's done a good job. You reach out till your fingers touch his chest, gliding them up to his bowtie and taking hold, pulling him down and flipping so he's laying underneath you. He looks up at you with wide eyes, his yellow hat knocked off somewhere in the pillow pile, the dark blue blush back in force.

"It's perfect now." You break off Lux's breathless laugh with another kiss, falling back into your familiar rhythm. Slipping your tongue into the toon's mouth, you lift one hand to start unbuttoning your work top. As you get halfway down, the God moves his hands off the bed and onto you, one on your cheek as the other strokes down the side of your neck. He lets out an inquisitive hum when his hand reaches your collarbone, breaking the kiss and looking down at your chest. His eyes flick between your face and your open shirt, his hand slowing down to a snail's pace as he traces your bra. It's nothing fancy, a simple black one you threw on in your rush to get ready, but Lux stares like it's the finest piece of fabric he's ever seen. You can't help but blush at the attention, sitting up onto your knees to reach behind your back and snap open the clip. Lux watches intently as you finish unbuttoning your shirt, pulling it off then slipping the straps of your bra down your arms until it falls from your breasts. His mouth falls open at the sight (not as comically far as you thought it would), hands hovering above him as he stares in awe. You giggle at the sight and lean back down, his eyes focused on your nipples like a laser pointer until they're right above his hands. He looks back up to your eyes. You know what he wants.

At the nod of your head Lux cups your breasts in each hand, gently kneading them, squishing them together. The brush of his thumb over your nipple makes you shiver, catching his attention and causing a smirk to form on his previously captivated face. He looks you in the eyes as he combines the kneading with drawing circles over your nipples, your arms and breath shaking from the strong mix of sensations.

Lux moves his hands down to your sides and all of a sudden you're on your back underneath him. Guess that toon logic gives him some strength. He leans down until his lips are brushing over yours. "Let me worship you, my angel." The whisper is followed by more kisses, his tongue lapping at your bottom lip but never moving further than there. The little tease. He finally moves from your mouth and shuffles down so he's straddling your stomach, hands back to your chest. You lean your head back, a drawn out pleased hum leaving you from the simmering pleasure growing lower south.

Lux smiles down at your relaxed state, taking it as a sign he's doing good. He shuffles further down so he's now seated on your hips, smoothing his hands down your sides, feeling your ribcage, running one hand over your stomach. "So much detail.." He truly was in awe over your image. He wanted to see more. All of you. Worship every inch of flesh.

His hands make their way to the top of your work pants, smoothing over the fabric. You raise your head at this, looking down as your fingers move to the front of your pants, working the buttons and zipper so you can take them off. Lux watches them, even your fine motor skills were captivating to the God of Light. You lift your hips to drag your pants down, Lux also being lifted with a quiet "Whee!" Making you snort. You kicked them off the rest of the way, now only one barrier of clothing left on you. You reach down but blue four-fingered hands gently move yours out the way. "I said to let me worship you, didn't I darlin'?" He hooks his fingers into your panties, slowly pulling them from your hips and exposing your dripping pussy to the God.

Without a word he shuffles back so he's between your spread legs, gently using one finger to trace your lips. You lay your head back against a pillow, letting Lux explore your body. Surprisingly he finds your clit right away, pressing gentle circles when you buck your hips up at the feeling of his finger on you. The hand not occupied slides further down, slipping between your lips towards the source of the water works. Lux flicks his eyes up to you, examining your expression, making sure you're enjoying his attention. Then a lightbulb pops up over his head and he licks his lips with a devilish little grin.

You gasp in a mix of surprise and pleasure when you feel a wet muscle glide over your clit. Glancing down shows Lux smirking up at you. One hand hooked around your thigh, the other using its index finger to circle your entrance. His mouth is over your clit, tongue giving it broad, slow laps. When your eyes meet he gives you a wink, a small *ding!* sound effect playing. You let out a half moan, half laugh at the sound before your head falls back again, soaking in the pleasure Lux so generously gives to you. A full moan claws it way out your throat when those licks turn to his lips sucking gently on it, Lux humming in response as he alternates between suckling and licking at you. You're so wet as this point that some more gentle prodding lets his other hand's finger slip right inside you, only adding to the pleasure. "Lux.. fuck, I'm gonna cum." He looks up at that. Come? But you're right here! You haven't told him to stop so he keeps lapping at your clit, the finger inside you gently feeling around your hot walls. He must do something good because you tighten around his digit in rhythmic pulses, breath stuttering and body shaking. Once your hole loosens its grip, Lux gently pulls it out, the hand on your thigh gliding up and down soothingly.

"That's it angel, come down from the heaven I took you to. Come back to me sunshine." His voice is low and gentle as you ride the last waves of your orgasm, soft kisses get littered on the inside of your thigh as you steady your breathing. "There you go sweetie pie. Was that good? Sure seemed so with all those sounds you made." He giggled, mimicking your moans while you covered your blushing red face. That drew out a proper laugh, the laugh only you got to hear from him. It was always the same 7 note tune but you found it endearing that this little God had such a unique laughter.

You sit up so you're face to face with Lux and kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips while you run your hands down his body. Still fully clothed (minus the hat, that's somewhere behind you). "Your turn, Lux." You purr against his lips before dipping your hands into his waistcoat, pulling the sleeves down his noodle arms until it comes off. Next, the yellow vest. As you take his bowtie off, you litter kisses all over his face, making the toon giggle and snort. Last was his shirt. Turns out underneath all the snazzy clothes was just blue skin. Lux grins nervously before you trail pecks down from his neck to his pants, more giggles erupting from the God. Must be ticklish.

You glance down at the front of his pants and - oh my god that's a bigger bulge than you expected from this barely-3ft toon. You hook your fingers under the fabric, looking into Lux's eyes. He nods quickly, but you want to play him with his own game. You raise an eyebrow at the God, waiting. Mere seconds pass before "Please please please take them off sunshine!" It's a good thing he isn't patient. You pull his pants down, immediately noticing this naughty toon goes commando as a fairly sized blue cock bounces in front of you, comical *boioioing* sound effect included. You should've laughed. You would've laughed if the appearance didn't shock you into silence.

It wasn't huge per say, definitely looked like it belonged on the cartoon body it was attached to. But it was deliciously thick, visible veins running down the sides, pink tip weeping already with pre cum. Wow, is your mouth watering at this? "Do.. do you like it? I can change it, probably, I mean I've never tried altering this form but how hard can it be?" Lux trails off his rambling with a shaky laugh, fingers tapping together. You glance up at him before you lean down, tongue out to taste the beads of white collecting at the tip. The God lets out a high pitched, admittedly quite pathetic, whine as you lap at the head of his cock. It has a familiar salty taste, though there's something else.. if you could put a taste to light, that's what you'd call it. Makes sense. Any other time you'd happily sit here and suck him dry. But your pussy wanted him more than you mouth right now.

You needed him inside of you.

So, you give his tip one last kiss before you fall back into the pillows and beckon him over with one finger. Lux happily crawls up until his cock is aligned with your soaking pussy, a small "Oohh" coming from him as he seems to realise how this sex thing works. "The hole your finger was in, love. Put it in there." You lift your hair from under your back, letting it spread out like a halo around your head while Lux gently pushed the tip of his cock inside you.

"Oh, fuck." You're honestly surprised he didn't get bleeped out from swearing, but god are you glad he can swear cause it's just too good hearing him moan out as he thrusts the rest of his cock in. "Gosh you're so tight, angel. Tight." Lux pulls out a couple inches before slamming back in. "Wet." Another sharp thrust makes you moan. "Warm." His angle is different this time, brushing up against something divine as you nearly squeal from the shot of red hot pleasure.

"Fuck, god, right there Lux!" He lets out a breathy laugh, setting a fairly slow but hard rhythm that has his tip kissing that sweet spot in you every thrust, driving you closer and closer to your second orgasm.

"That's it angel, I'm your God. I'm the only one who will see you like this, hear you sing like this. I'll ruin you for mortals and gods alike, only I will make you feel this good. You're mine, aren't you sunshine? My angel, my light." Lost in pleasure, Lux allowed his natural godly possessiveness to take hold. Not that you minded, you loved the idea of being all his. Especially when he spoke like that, the sound of his voice somewhat strained, trying to keep down his moans so he could get his words out.

He gripped at your hips tightly, just above where your thighs began, his thrusts increasing in speed as you both neared climax. You reach down to his hands, fingers interlocking as you feel the knot in your stomach get ready to snap. "Fuuuck, you're divine pretty lady. Oh and you will be, I'll find a way, I'll make you a God if you want dolly I'll do anything for you." Lux's voice gets higher in pitch as he thrusts wildly, seemingly desperate to get his release. "Oh you're mine angel, right? All mine? Mine, mine, mine, mine-!" He cuts himself off with a deep, drawn out moan as he buries his entire length inside you. The feeling of fullness jumpstarts your orgasm as Lux fills you with his cum, hips bucking as he pants heavily.

As his orgasm subsides, the little God collapses onto you, cock still buried in your pussy, his head just reaching your ribcage. One of his eyes are half lidded, both black pie eyes replaced by pink hearts. Tiny doves and Cupids circle above his head. You've fucked the God of Light stupid. Congrats!

Once you're no longer on cloud 9, you move your hands onto Lux in hopes of grounding him. One goes to his back, drawing random patterns into the blue skin. The other runs its fingers through his hair, earning a surprisingly deep and growly hum from the God. After a minute or two, Lux blinks the hearts out of his eyes, the familiar black pie pupils back. He lets out a long, satisfied sigh as he stretches his arms, swatting the images above his head away before he finally lifts his head to look at you.

Your hair's a mess, you're sweaty, your throat is dry, but he stares at you like you're the most beautiful thing in the entire universe.

"You alright, angel?" You can't help but chuckle. The one who looked about ready to pass out is asking if you're ok. Oh, you love him.

"Mhm, I'm doing more than alright Hun. What about you? You looked like you went to another plane of existence for a minute there." You both let out tired laughs, Lux smiling fondly at you for a second as he watches you try to bring some order to your hair.

"Yeah.. that was incredible. I see why you humans do that! Though..." He looks down where the two of you are still connected. "Leaves quite the mess, huh?" You grimace and nod your head, flashes of past hook-ups resurfacing. The many times you've had to wipe yourself off while the guy you were with got dressed and walked out or waited for you to leave. Like the toon can read your mind, he smirks and wiggles his eyebrows in a 'Watch this' way. Lux snaps his fingers and you watch a strip of film float over like a snake, wrapped around a box of tissues. "Ta-da! I didn't feel like getting up." He grabs the box and pulls a few tissues out, stuffing them under your ass before he pulls out with a shudder. Lux quickly gives himself a wipe down before cleaning you up, whistling the Mr Ring-A-Ding theme tune to himself as he works. You can't tell if he's doing it subconsciously or not. Once you're no longer covered in a God's cum, Lux snaps his fingers again and his clothes pop back onto his body. He's full of surprises today.

"Let me go grab the snacks, sunshine! Ooo! how about your usual clothes too? They're probably more comfortable than the stuff you gotta wear for work." You nod with a giggle, amused by the God's refound energy. He doesn't stay down for long it seems. Maybe that applies to his cock too..

Lux returns quickly, putting the food and drink to the side while he helps you into your clothes. This takes longer than it should purely because of Lux trying to litter more kisses all over you before your body is covered again. Clothed, fed and refreshed, you snuggle down into the pile of blankets and pillows with your God of Light, holding him close as you lay on your side. Finally, he got the sleepover he wanted.

Mr Pye returned much later than he'd anticipated. Buying the supplies he needed, sweets for you and the trip to his home to collect some trinkets close to his heart drew out his trip by several hours. Palazzo was silent when he got back, confusing the older man. Weren't you two going to watch films? He peeks his head into every theatre in search of the God who had invaded his picture house and the employee said God had gotten attached to. Growing concerned, he opened the door to the projector room of the last theatre. There you were, cuddling Lux like he was a big stuffed animal, the God snoring with a triplets of Zs floating above his head. Reginald smiled at the sight, then quietly shut the door and returned to his theatre room. None the wiser to what you and Lux had been up to.

[Holy mackerel! Wasn't that a lot of words? Just wanted to say a quick thank you for all the love these fanfics are getting, it's my first time writing anything like this but I had to give Ring-A-Ding/Lux some love. I might do a part 4 involving both Lux AND Ring, you could get up to some naughty stuff with 2 fellas. Hehehe]

[florainkingdom]

"Come now, who needs such silly things like 'Free Will' and 'The Right to Choose' anymore? Much easier to simply let Fate do its job and guide people down their predetermined path. My sibling can be so silly with this free will nonsense." Fate might as well chime in if their sibling is going to try and sway these other beings to make the story they want to happen.

[mrsfancyferrari]

Heavy Love

Summary: Carlos got a surgery of his appendix but that doesn't stop him from treating his girl how he usually does

Song: Heavy Love - Odetari

Author’s note: Please like, reblog and share this! 🫶

Word count: 4.8k

MASTERLIST - F1

The fluorescent lights of the hospital room hummed, a sterile symphony that did little to soothe the anxiety churning in your stomach.

Carlos lay in the bed, pale but smiling, a testament to the surgery that had sliced through his appendix just days ago. You sat beside him, a vigil, your hand hovering just above his, afraid to touch too hard.

"You okay, babe?" he asked, his voice a little weaker than usual, but with that familiar teasing glint in his eyes.

"Yeah, just... thinking," you replied, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "Thinking about how much better you're going to feel when you're fully recovered."

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that made you wince internally. "You think I don't feel good now? I've got you here, fussing over me like a mother hen. What could be better?"

You shot him a playful glare. "Don't get cute. You nearly died. A burst appendix is not a joke, Carlos."

"I know, I know," he conceded, his smile softening. He reached out, his fingers brushing against yours. "But I'm here, thanks to you. You got me to the hospital in time."

You squeezed his hand gently, relief washing over you. "I was so scared."

The days that followed were a blur of cautious optimism and tireless care. You transformed into his personal nurse, meticulously following the doctor's instructions, making sure he took his medication, and preparing bland, easily digestible meals.

You read to him, watched movies with him, and kept him company during the endless hours of boredom.

But a strange tension had settled between you, a quiet distance born out of your fear. You were so acutely aware of his fragile state, of the stitches holding his abdomen together, that you hesitated to be the same way you were before.

Intimacy, once a natural and joyous part of your relationship, now felt like walking on eggshells.

He noticed, of course. Carlos always noticed.

"You're being weird," he said one evening as you were settling him in for the night.

"Weird how?" you asked, avoiding his gaze as you adjusted his pillows.

"Like you're afraid to breathe too loud in case I shatter," he chuckled.

"Don't be silly," you mumbled, fiddling with the remote control.

"Come on, be honest. You're acting like I'm made of glass. I appreciate the care, I really do. But you're treating me like I'm some delicate porcelain doll."

You finally met his eyes, your own filled with a mixture of worry and guilt. "I just… I don't want to hurt you. You're still recovering. What if I accidentally put pressure on your stitches, or something?"

He sighed, reaching for your hand again. "You're not going to hurt me. I know you're being careful."

"But…" you started to protest.

"But nothing," he interrupted gently. "I miss you. I miss us. And I'm not talking about running a marathon or anything. I just miss being close."

Your heart ached at his words. You missed it too, more than you could say. You missed the way he would pull you into his arms, the warmth of his body against yours, the feeling of being completely and utterly safe.

But the fear was a powerful force, a constant reminder of his recent brush with mortality.

"I don't know, Carlos," you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes. "I'm just so afraid of doing something wrong."

He pulled you closer, his arm carefully encircling your waist. "Hey," he murmured, his voice soothing. "Look at me. I know you're scared. But I'm okay. I promise. And I trust you. I trust you to be careful."

He leaned in and kissed you softly, a chaste, lingering kiss that sent a shiver down your spine. It wasn't the passionate, all-consuming kisses you were used to, but it was enough to remind you of the deep connection you shared.

"Please," he whispered against your lips. "Don't let this surgery change everything between us."

Over the next few weeks, you started to relax, to trust yourself and trust Carlos. You still took precautions, of course. You avoided strenuous activities and made sure he didn't overexert himself. But you also allowed yourselves to rediscover the intimacy you had lost.

Slowly, tentatively, you began to rebuild the bridge that fear had threatened to destroy. You started with simple things – cuddling on the couch while watching movies, holding hands during walks, sharing gentle kisses.

You talked, really talked, about your fears and anxieties, and about the importance of physical touch in your relationship.

One evening, as you were preparing dinner, Carlos came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You stiffened slightly, your muscles tensing in anticipation.

"Relax," he whispered in your ear, his breath warm against your skin. "I just want to hold you."

You leaned back against him, letting his warmth seep into you. "Are you sure you're okay?" you asked, your voice still laced with concern.

He chuckled. "I'm fine. You're not going to break me by standing here."

You closed your eyes, breathing in his familiar scent. "I love you," you whispered.

"I love you too," he replied, squeezing you tighter. "More than a functioning appendix can ever express."

You laughed, the sound lighter and more joyful than it had been in weeks.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked.

You smiled, a genuine, heartfelt smile that reached your eyes. "You don't have to ask."

He leaned in and kissed you, a slow, passionate kiss that deepened with each passing moment. You ran your fingers through his hair, relishing the feel of his body against yours.

When you finally broke apart, breathless, he looked at you with a hopeful expression. "Can we…?" he started, then hesitated. "Can we be… closer?"

You knew what he was asking. The fear was still there, lurking in the back of your mind, but it was no longer as overwhelming as it had been. You trusted him, and you trusted yourself.

"Yes," you whispered, your heart pounding in your chest. "But we take it slow, okay? And if anything hurts, you tell me immediately."

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with joy. "Deal."

"Wait until after dinner though," you muttered, a hint of a smile playing on your lips. "I don't want to get distracted and burn the food."

Carlos pouted, his eyes drifting to the tray of hospital cuisine that had been delivered earlier. "But I hate this hospital food," he begged.

"Nope, you have to eat," you said firmly, placing a hand on his cheek. "Do it for me." You tried to make it sound like a playful dare, but the underlying concern was clear.

He groaned, his eyes drifting to the tray of hospital food that looked as appealing as a soggy cardboard box. "Come on," he whined. "You know how much I hate this stuff."

"I do," you said, your voice laced with amusement. "But it's part of the deal. You want to get better, right?"

With a dramatic sigh, he picked up his plastic fork and poked at the lifeless pile of food on his tray. "Fine," he grumbled, taking a tiny bite. "But you're going to pay for this later."

You couldn't help but laugh, the tension between you momentarily easing. "How about I make you a deal?" you suggested. "If you eat all of this, I'll give you a little something extra to make it worth your while."

His eyes lit up. "What kind of extra?"

You leaned closer, your breath tickling his ear. "The kind of extra that involves me, you, and a lot of gentle touches."

He swallowed hard, the food suddenly seeming a bit more palatable. "Deal," he said, attacking the meal with renewed enthusiasm.

Each bite he took was a silent declaration of his love and desire for you, his stomach grumbling in protest but his resolve unwavering. You watched him with a smile, feeling a thrill of excitement building in your core.

As he worked his way through the meal, you couldn't help but let your mind wander to the promise you had made. Your body grew warm with anticipation, and you felt the familiar ache between your legs.

You had missed this, the thrill of the chase, the delicious buildup to something so much more satisfying than any meal could ever be.

When the last bite was gone, he looked at you expectantly. "Well?"

You took a deep breath, your hand shaking slightly as you reached for the tray. "Alright, you win," you said, setting it aside. "But only because you ate all your food."

He grinned mischievously. "I'm not just playing for fun, you know," he murmured, his hand sliding down to your waist, his fingers tracing the curve of your hip.

You felt your cheeks flush as you turned to face him. "What do you mean?"

Carlos' grin grew wider, his eyes darkening with desire. "I mean, I've missed feeling your body against mine, your breath on my skin, your touch driving me wild."

His hand moved to your cheek, his thumb tracing your jawline. "I want you, all of you. But we're going to take it slow, just like you said."

Your heart raced as he leaned in, capturing your lips in a soft, tentative kiss. His movements were cautious, as if he was afraid to startle you or cause him any pain.

You melted into him, the gentle pressure of his mouth on yours sending waves of need crashing through your body. Your hands found his shoulders, holding him close, as you deepened the kiss.

"Carlos," you murmured against his mouth, your voice filled with a desperation that had been building for weeks.

He pulled back slightly, searching your eyes for any signs of doubt. "Are you sure?"

You nodded, your pulse pounding in your throat. "Yes. I need this. We need this."

He smiled, a genuine, heartfelt smile that reached his eyes. "Okay, then. But…" he paused, his brow furrowing slightly. "We have to be careful. I don't want to rip my stitches."

You chuckled, relief flooding through you. "Believe me, I'm acutely aware of your stitches. We'll take it very, very slow."

He nodded, his eyes still filled with that hopeful look that made you want to do anything for him.

You moved closer, placing a soft kiss on the tip of his nose before trailing your lips down to the corner of his mouth, feeling the stubble of his unshaven cheek against your skin.

His eyes fluttered closed, a contented sigh escaping his lips as you continued to explore his face with gentle pecks.

"I've missed this," he whispered, his hand moving to the small of your back, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

You nodded, feeling the same longing. "Me too."

Taking his hand in yours, you led him to the bedroom, the dim light of the hallway casting shadows that danced across the wall. The room was filled with the faint scent of his cologne, a comforting reminder of the life you shared before the surgery.

You helped him onto the bed, his weight shifting the mattress beneath you as he settled in, wincing slightly at the movement.

You took a moment to admire him, his strong frame now marred by the surgery scar that snaked under the bandages across his abdomen.

The sight of it brought back the fear of that night, the helplessness you felt as you watched the doctor's face grow grim with the news of his condition. But here he was, alive and with you, and that was all that mattered.

"Lay down," you instructed softly, your voice a gentle command that made him comply without question.

The bedroom was a sanctuary, a place where you had shared countless moments of passion before the surgery. Now, it was a battleground of nerves and anticipation. You approached him with the grace of a gazelle, each step measured and careful.

"I'm okay," he reassured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through the air. "Really."

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the last few weeks slowly lifting from your shoulders. You straddled his legs, his hands coming up to rest gently on your thighs.

The fabric of your pajamas was the only barrier between his skin and yours, a barrier that was suddenly unbearable.

"Can I take these off?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

"If you promise to be gentle," he said with a hint of a smirk.

You nodded, your fingers trembling slightly as you began to peel back the bandages. The stark white of the gauze was a stark contrast to the tanned skin of his stomach.

You took a moment to examine the neat line of his incision, the skin around it slightly pink and tender. You kissed it softly, feeling the warmth of his body under your lips.

"Careful," he warned, his eyes half-closed with pleasure.

You nodded, taking in the sight of his body before you. You had seen him naked countless times before, but this was different. There was a newfound respect, a newfound gentleness in the way you regarded his body now.

Each scar, each imperfection, was a testament to his strength and the life you had together.

You began to kiss him again, starting at his forehead, moving down to his cheeks, his neck, his collarbone. Each kiss was a declaration of your love and your care, a promise to be gentle, to cherish him.

Your mouth found the pulse at the base of his neck, his heartbeat a steady rhythm that matched yours. You felt his breathing quicken, his body responding to your touch.

He reached up, his hand cupping the back of your head as he guided your mouth back to his. His kisses grew more insistent, his tongue sliding against yours, a silent plea for more.

You felt your body come alive, the ache between your legs growing more intense.

As you kissed him, you felt his hand slide under the fabric of your shirt, his fingertips brushing against the bare skin of your back. He groaned, the sound resonating through your body like a physical caress.

It was a sound that had always made you melt, a sound that had always meant he wanted more, needed more, and now it was back, a sweet reminder of the passion you shared.

You pulled away for a moment, looking into his eyes. "Are you okay?" you asked, the question almost redundant as the desire in his gaze was answer enough.

He groaned, not from pain but from pure need. "More than okay," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

Encouraged by his response, you allowed his hands to roam, feeling the warmth of his palms as they glided over your skin.

They traced the contours of your body, exploring every curve and dip with a reverence that made you feel cherished, desired despite his weakened state. His thumbs grazed the sensitive skin of your ribcage, sending shivers up your spine.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his eyes never leaving yours.

You blushed, feeling vulnerable and exposed. "You make me feel like it," you whispered.

As your kisses grew more fervent, you became acutely aware of your weight, the softness of your body that you had always loved, and sometimes loathed. You shifted slightly, trying to balance yourself so that you weren't putting too much pressure on his stitches.

The thought of causing him pain was unbearable, so you carefully placed your hands on his chest, using your arms to hold yourself up as you kissed him.

"Put all your weight on me," Carlos murmured, his eyes open and searching yours for any sign of hesitation.

You bit your bottom lip, feeling the heat of his body beneath you. The urge to give in was strong, but the fear of causing him pain held you back. "I don't want to hurt you," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

"Trust me, I've got you," he said, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer. "I can handle it."

You took a deep breath and did as he asked, feeling the softness of your flesh pressing against the firmness of his abdomen. The sensation was strange at first, a mix of fear and excitement.

But as he kissed you harder, as his hands roamed over your back and his hips began to move slightly beneath you, the fear melted away, leaving only desire.

You felt the heat of his skin, the steady throb of his heart against your palms. His breaths grew quicker, his chest rising and falling with each shallow breath.

The sensation was exquisite, a gentle reminder of the passion that had always burned between you. You could feel his erection growing, pressing against your center, but you held back, not wanting to push him too far, too fast.

"We can stop," you whispered, your voice laced with concern.

He shook his head, his eyes never leaving yours. "No, please don't stop." His voice was thick with need, the words a desperate plea.

You leaned back slightly, breaking the kiss to remove your shirt, revealing your braless breasts to the cool air of the room. His eyes followed the movement, dark with desire.

You watched as his hand hovered over the fabric of your pajama pants, his knuckles brushing against the swollen bud of your clit. You gasped, the sensation sending shockwaves through your body.

"Is this okay?" he asked, his voice a strained whisper.

You nodded, unable to form coherent words as his hand slipped under the waistband, his fingers finding your slick heat. He stroked you gently, his movements tentative and careful, as if he was worried that even the slightest touch would shatter you.

But as he grew more confident, his touch grew bolder, his thumb circling your clit as his fingers delved deeper.

Your hips began to rock against his hand, the pleasure building with each stroke. You moaned into his neck, your teeth grazing his skin, leaving a trail of kisses along his collarbone.

His breaths grew shallower, his hand moving faster as he matched the rhythm of your movements.

"You're so wet," he murmured, his voice filled with amazement and hunger. "You're always so wet for me."

You felt your cheeks flush with heat at his words. "It's just… you make me feel so… alive."

He chuckled, the sound vibrating against your chest. "Good to know I still have that effect on you."

You leaned down to kiss him again, your tongues dancing together as your bodies grew more in sync. His other hand found your breast, his thumb brushing against the tightened peak of your nipple, sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

As you reached down to undo the button of his pants, he stopped you, his hand covering yours. "Let me," he said, his voice strained with effort.

With trembling hands, he managed to open his fly, the sound of the zipper echoing in the quiet room. His erection sprang free, a testament to his desire.

You felt your own need growing, a warm ache that spread from your core to every part of your body. You reached out tentatively, wrapping your hand around his length, feeling the pulse of his blood beneath your fingertips.

"Careful," he warned, his voice tight with arousal.

You nodded, stroking him slowly, savoring the velvety feel of his skin against your palm. His eyes fell closed, his head tilting back into the pillow as he let out a low groan.

You watched him, memorizing the way his chest rose and fell, the way his abs tensed with each breath. You felt a strange mix of tenderness and hunger, a desire to both protect and claim him.

The sight of his scar, a stark reminder of his vulnerability, only served to fuel your passion.

As you worked your hand up and down his shaft, you leaned in to kiss him again, feeling his hips shift beneath you, urging you closer. The kiss grew deeper, his tongue sliding against yours in a silent demand for more.

Your body responded, arching into him, seeking the contact that you had been denied for so long.

"I need you," he murmured, his voice barely audible.

You nodded, understanding the desperation in his words. You leaned back, sliding off his pants and boxers, exposing him fully to the cool air. His cock stood at attention, a silent plea for your touch.

You kissed your way down his body, your mouth worshipping every inch of his skin. Your breasts brushed against his thighs as you moved, sending waves of sensation through you.

Positioning yourself above him, you hovered, your pussy mere inches from his erection. His hands tightened on your thighs, urging you closer.

You paused, looking down at him, his eyes full of need. The weight of his gaze was almost too much to bear, but the fear was still there, whispering in the back of your mind.

"I'm okay," he assured you, his voice strained with want. "I need you, baby. I need to feel you."

You took a deep breath and allowed yourself to sink down, feeling the tip of his cock press against your opening. The sensation was electric, sending a jolt through your body.

You hesitated, waiting for any sign of pain from him. When he only moaned in pleasure, you began to lower yourself, inch by delicious inch.

His cock slid into you, filling you completely. You bit your bottom lip to stifle a moan, feeling a mix of pleasure and relief. It had been too long since you had felt this connection, too long since you had been this intimate.

His eyes never left yours, his expression one of pure adoration.

"Oh, Carlos," you murmured, his name a prayer on your lips.

He groaned, his hips lifting slightly to meet yours. You began to move, the rhythm slow and steady. Each movement was a declaration of your love, a gentle dance that you both knew so well.

You could feel his cock stretching you, the sensation of fullness that you had missed for weeks. His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and valley with a tenderness that brought tears to your eyes.

You leaned back, sitting up straight as you rode him. The new angle allowed you to take him deeper, the feeling of him inside you making you dizzy with pleasure.

Your breasts bounced with each movement, the tips tightening with every stroke. His eyes never left you, drinking in the sight of your body, his hands moving to cup your breasts, his thumbs playing with your nipples.

The friction grew, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. The ache between your legs grew stronger, your body begging for release. You leaned back further, placing your hands on his thighs for support.

The new angle allowed you to grind against him, the pressure building with every move. You watched his face, the way his eyes squeezed shut and his teeth gritted with each thrust.

"Mi amor," he whispered, the Spanish endearment rolling off his tongue like a warm caress. His hand slid down to the small of your back, guiding you, urging you to move in a way that brought him the most pleasure.

You felt a warmth spread through your body, a gentle wave of passion that grew stronger with every beat of his heart. You knew he was holding back, trying not to let the pain of his recent surgery overwhelm him.

But you could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tensed and relaxed with each movement. It was a dance you knew well, a delicate balance of pleasure and pain.

Leaning forward, you kissed him again, your mouths moving in a silent conversation of love and lust. His hands found their way to your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he urged you faster.

Your breasts pressed against his chest, the friction of your bodies setting your nerves alight. The room felt like it was spinning, the only anchor the warmth of his cock inside you.

"Más," he murmured, the word a plea that sent your body into overdrive. You picked up the pace, your hips moving in a rhythm that was as natural as breathing.

His breath grew ragged, his grip on your hips tightening as you rode him. His eyes snapped open, locking onto yours. "Te amo," he said, the words a declaration that sent a shiver down your spine. "I love you."

You felt the orgasm build, a coil of pleasure that grew tighter with each stroke. You whispered the words back, the English translation feeling inadequate next to the Spanish. But you knew he understood, knew that your love was as deep and vast as the ocean.

His eyes searched yours, the depths of his love and desire reflecting in their dark pools. You felt his muscles tense beneath you, his cock swell even further inside you.

You knew he was close, could feel the tremor in his hands, the way his hips jerked with each movement.

"I'm going to come," he warned, his voice tight with restraint.

You nodded, feeling the same urgency building within you. Your walls tightened around him, the sensation of his impending release sending you hurtling towards your own climax. His eyes never left yours, the connection between you palpable.

You felt the muscles in his abdomen contract, a silent promise of the pleasure to come.

With a final, deep thrust, you felt him release inside you, his warmth filling you completely. Your own orgasm crashed over you, waves of pleasure that made your vision blur and your body quiver.

You collapsed onto him, your chest heaving as you both fought to catch your breath. His arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly as if he never wanted to let go.

The feel of his heart hammering against your cheek was a sweet symphony that only the two of you could understand.

"I love you," you murmured into his neck, feeling the sticky sweat on his skin.

"Te amo," he replied, his voice hoarse.

You remained still for a moment, basking in the afterglow, the fear of his fragility forgotten in the face of the overwhelming love you felt. But as your breathing slowed, the reality of his condition began to creep back in.

You lifted yourself off of him, careful not to cause any discomfort.

"How are you feeling?" you asked, your voice filled with concern.

He winced slightly as you moved, his hand coming to rest on the bandage across his stomach. "I'm okay," he assured you. "A little sore, but nothing I can't handle."

You kissed the spot gently, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath the fabric. "Thank you," you whispered. "For letting me… for being so patient."

He chuckled, the sound a little strained. "What can I say, I'm a trooper."

You couldn't help but laugh, the tension in the room dissipating like mist in the morning sun. "Yes, you are," you said, your eyes sparkling with affection.

The days that followed were a gentle reawakening of your love, a rediscovery of the passion that had always been there, simmering just beneath the surface. Each touch was a declaration of your care and desire, each kiss a promise that you would always be there for him.

One morning, you awoke to the feeling of his hand on your hip, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your skin. You rolled over to face him, his eyes already open, watching you with a soft smile.

"Morning," he murmured, leaning in to kiss you.

You returned the kiss, feeling the warmth of his breath on your cheek. "Morning," you murmured back.

He shifted, his hand sliding down to cup your ass, pulling you closer. "Ready for round two?" he asked, his voice filled with mischief.

You raised an eyebrow, smiling despite yourself. "You're not going to let me have a break?" you said, feigning exasperation.

Carlos' grin widened, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "What? You don't want to?"

You playfully slapped his chest, unable to resist the flirty banter. "You're insatiable," you said, your voice filled with affection.

He chuckled, his grip tightening on your ass. "Only when it comes to you."

You felt a warm blush creep up your cheeks. "Well, if you promise to be gentle…"

"Always," he assured you, his voice a low, seductive rumble. . . .

[rootspiral]

Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 8 part 8

(AAA entries: ep1 [1][2][3][4] ep2 [1][2][3][4] ep3 [1][2][3] ep4 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][+1] ep5 [1][2][3][4][5] ep6 [1][2][3] ep7 [1][2][3][4][5][6] ep8 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9] ep9 [1][2][3][4][5][6])

so anyway rio could have stepped in at any moment and ejected billy into oblivion / prevented agatha from getting a full recharge. but did she? no, no she didn't. this is absolutely a fucked up game they're playing instead of talking about their feelings. rio tried to talk and agatha rejected her (almost) every time, so theatrics and blood it is! god it sucks so much that this stupid flirt/hurt/posture/dance is the only way agatha allows them to communicate.

agatha's smirk! she's like, now you're gonna get it! now I'm gonna fuck you up!!! rio has been throwing her around like a rag doll, but now that she has her powers back agatha can finally put allllll her shields up and do a little show of her own.

when it comes to agatha everything is about being in control of the narrative, being the one who hurts rather than being hurt, never showing any weakness or vulnerability. she was awfully vulnerable without her powers and that has allowed rio to creep in closer, something that agatha had managed to escape for so long. it's no coincidence that she chooses this appearance, the same one she chose when going face to face with wanda. this is what she was trying to look like with her purple coat too: the formidable, merciless witch. it's an armor she clings to, a mask to feel powerful that won't ever show the mess she's hiding underneath. this is what agatha chooses to look like when she's scared.

rio: fuck off you little meddling twink the adults are talking

agatha: mwhahahah I'm such a big scary villain just lemme check if billy's okay real quick.

actually let me gush for a second about agatha's greenhouse being full of herbs and potions! her witchy basement disappeared because she had built it with a magical illusion, but in here she's been totally experimenting with physical craft (neeeerd).

billy's like, are those two fuckers honestly actually flirting right now

CHILDREN I swear to god

LEAVE MY INFURIATINGLY STUPID EVIL MOM ALONE!!!

poor rio. just her luck that when she finally gets to corner agatha a baby maximoff comes into the picture. I love my perfect mama's boy.

the bittersweet look she gives billy. she's truly having a lot of firsts, now she finally admits that all her dancing/fighting with rio is futile, it's just for show and it won't ever truly solve anything. what is she even doing, involving billy? billy who's still so earnest, so eager to help.

I SEE YOU JAC SCHAEFFER! I SEE YOUR EVIL WAYS! I SEE YOU CREATING THESE SILLY LITTLE SHOWS SO YOU CAN EXPLORE THE IMPOSSIBILITY OF LOSS AND GRIEF AND OUR OWN MORTALITY!!!!

but she's being 100% genuine here???

okay, no, this is still agatha we're talking about.

she's being aT LEAST 80% GENUINE! she's having a moment of clarity, she's contemplating the true awfulness that would be sacrificing billy on the altar of her own fucked up issues. the mask has slipped and the real agatha is peeking through, swords in her heart and all.

her parting words to billy: you are not bad. the same words she wanted to imprint on him when they had their first mask off conversation. don't let people cast you as a villain, like they did with me.

Neither are you, says Billy.

You're the only one who thinks so.

The thing is, being so hated, doing all the fucked up things she does, really hurts agatha. It's no justification whatsoever, doesn't make her any less of a villain. she goes out of her way to be misunderstood, to never show any weakness, to selfishly rationalize all the horror she inflicts, because the alternative is opening up to more potential hurt, and she's been hurt too fucking much in the past. and the more she pushes people away, the lonelier she is. it's a vicious circle.

three people loved her despite it all: rio, and she ran away from her when things got too overwhelming. nicky, and that's a whole other mess that I'll get into next episode.

and now billy loves her, and she craves that love just as much as she wants to run away from it. she'll hurt billy to protect herself, she'll hurt him first because she's afraid that he eventually will leave or die or get mad and will hurt her. because right now? she's feeling so much love for billy, and that's terrifying to her. the more she loves, the more she opens up to heartbreak.

both gorgeous shots

billy: I'm not that nice.

also billy:

then she got an idea. an awful idea. agatha got a wonderful, awful idea.

oh this is perfect, isn't it, agatha? you somehow convinced the boy to turn himself in! if he goes through with it, rio has promised to leave you alone! you'll be free to crawl back to your dark dark corner and accumulate bodies and power like the old miserable smaug you are!

you can see agatha's survival instinct kick into high gear. this is how she has survived so long. this is what she does.

BILLY'S FACE. I got to laugh a bit, sorry kid.

rio shaking her head both in triumph and exasperation. of course you betrayed the kid, agatha you piece of shit. rio didn't expect any less from you.

and she can't even look at him, the coward.

but I thought we were having a moment??

he went ahead and made a grand gesture without being ready to actually sacrifice himself whatsoever, and now he's going "mom??? come back and pick me up, I'm scared??" it's like agatha is kicking a puppy.

the slow, dramatic turn. the evil grinchy grin. this is the most egregious example yet of agatha putting her mask on, and we have all the context to understand exactly what she's doing and to see what's going on both on the surface and inside her wretched little soul. she's not cruel and uncaring, that's play acting - she's actually small and scared and a coward. she's once again running away screaming, rationalizing it as a smart choice and breaking her own heart in the process.

so I know billy's telepathic line was added in post because disney execs feared audiences wouldn't buy agatha turning around on her own. what absolute buffoonery, such massive disregard for your viewers' intelligence.

...on the other hand. billy full on misreading the situation and trying to fix things that are beyond him, only to accidentally hit the target? somehow fixing a delicate fragile problem by hitting it with a hammer? totally on brand for him.

is this how nicky died? it kind of is. she did choose her own fear over nicky's well being, despite loving him so so much.

whether you choose jac's version or disney's version, here's what happens next: agatha stops in her tracks. her stupid grin fades away, and she clutches her chest. she finally did it, she told a lie too big. her poor heart, already bleeding from all the swords stuck in it, simply cannot take one more stab. sure she's all about self-preservation, but at this point she's damned either way: she either goes out saving billy or she's killed by her own regrets and sorrow.

she turns around. she runs. not to billy. to rio.

going back to what my mother jac schaeffer (whom I love more than jesus or pizza) said: this is not agatha enacting a grand plan, she's not taking a ~calculated risk like she'll tell billy later, the fucking liar that she is. sure, she had a vague hope of turning into a ghost, but she didn't know for sure. this is agatha's emotions taking over her brain - like they tend to - and forcing her to use what are probably her final moments on earth to TAKE WHAT SHE'S BEEN CRAVING ALL ALONG

agatha grabs rio's face and SMASHES their mouths together. FULL ON proceeds to EAT HER FACE she wants her so much. rio is shocked for a moment and then closes her eyes and gives in completely. and you can see the poison taking over because this idiot - this gorgeous, tragic dork - has decided to kill herself by absorbing rio's powers - but this is not going to be a mere 'peck of Death', no sir, that's not what it's called! agatha is gonna SNOG Death, she's gonna TONGUE that immortal being, she's GETTING ALLLLL HER MONEY'S WORTH. dear lord the HUNGER and YEARNING and DESPERATION on her face.

and I love that she's taller here. they're basically the same height so who's taller depends on the shoes they're wearing, but I love love love that agatha gets to engulf her for once. agatha taking control, rio giving herself up completely

what? you thought that now that magic has been absorbed THE KISS would be over???? well THINK AGAIN. because now we're going to switch angles, we're going to linger, we're going to make it look like almost gratuitous fan service, oh yes we are!!!

I truly don't know what to say. I would like to thank jac of course, and kathryn hahn and aubrey plaza for MAKING THE FUCK OUT and exchanging so much spit on camera like the true professionals they are. thank you writers room, thank you to all the crew who had to listen to the ungodly noises these two were undoubtedly making. thank you gandja monteiro for directing this. I'm going to even thank the lighting department for making it thunder so we can (more or less) see what's going on. this was truly a group effort. well done you all!

and they keep kissing until the very last available moment, and rio doesn't know how to let her go

but this is so on brand for agatha. you know if rio was in her place she'd try to be as gentle as possible to ease agatha's grief. agatha literally went for the most dramatic, most over-the-top, most emotionally devastating way to go. this was supposed to be rio's big moment! and what does agatha do? she makes it all about herself. again. should be the other way around, but once again rio gives, agatha takes. you just gotta laugh at this point.

Death looks on stone faced as her love turns back to nature and balance is restored. she wraps herself in her cloack and tries very, very hard not to cry.

agatha really went and made rio kill her, didn't she? rio, who isn't ALLOWED TO. these two are soooo wrong and so toxic for each other and yet they love each other so freaking much, I truly cannot get enough of them.

go to episode 8 part 9

[nuggetpool-hi]

Guess who watched X-Men origins again

OK SO I got THOUGHTS of this movie but specially Wade's fight style because it's really similar to our current Deadpool's fighting style... so yeah I wanna yap about that hi

WELL FIRST OF wanna talk a lil about Victor, Logan and Wade's different styles... from a mortal's view point I am no expert on this just insane about these movies and I need to write my thoughts or i'll explode

Starting with Victor!! the ultimate kittycat girlypop

I love his kitty self I'm sorry ANYWAY EXAMPLES

OKAY SO VICTOR. Victor's style is obviously very animalistic but also stylized, he makes the fight a show for himself! He likes to hunt and he tries to always give chase or play around a bit before the kill, just like a cat playing with his food!

AND IF you pay attention to the start of the movie, this game he's got with his target isn't initially how he fought, he kinda developed it as the years went by and the eviler he got the more he played with his food. The first few wars he goes to he's fighting like a human soldier, then you can see him slip up some animal jumps and uses his claws more until at the end he's full on predator chasing his prey (just like when he captures Scott, my god I love that scene he's terryfing)

AND A BIG DIFFERENCE BETWEEN HIM AND LOGAN (that I will also talk about later I guess) is that with this play thing Victor has going on it SHOWS that he THINKS about the stragety when fighting, he's aware of his surroundings and his target's strenghs and weaknesses, he's good at coming up with solutions on the spot (see his fight with John, he can predict where he's going to teleport and catch him) and how to give a good chase without losing WHILE LOGAN WELL, at least in this movie he seems very lost when fighting?? he mostly just launches at his target and attacks, if the target runs away he chases, very animalistic but in a feral-based on instincts way... prolly why he coulnt win agaisnt Victor at first, because he was being blinded by his rage while Victor was quite literally playing with him lmao

ANYWAY LOGAN our favorite traumatized babygirl

and boy does he suffer in this one aughh EXAMPLES

Now you must be wondering why did I put the bathroom scene, well I feel like it represents Logan's general situation pretty well! (and its silly let me be), hes confused destroying everything and just keeps making it worse every time he tries to fix it.

The thing about Logan in this movie is that he's honestly just- confused and angry from the moment he killed his father, he runs away over and over again from EVERYTHING and he's constantly being manipulated BY EVERYONE!! Poor man has no idea what to do with himself of who he can actually trust but damn he tries, his enviroment is contantly changing and he's trying his best to adapt but he does it in a messy way.

The way he fights and acts in general is animalistic, yes, but more of the "scared dog attacks" kind of way, he's always acting on his instinct that it's mostly led by anger. When he fights he just throws himself and tries to slash whatever he can, he runs he hides and then when he gets the chance to he attacks again.

He constantly has little to no control of the situtation WHICH IS SPECIALLY SEEN pre-adamantium where he keeps losing to Victor because unlike him- he has no plan, he's being manipulated and kept blind of everything ON PURPOUSE which obviouly puts him in a disadvantage so yeah.

AFTER he gets the adamantium you can see his skills strengen with his knowledge, the more he lears about his situation the more focused he is and his fighting it's cleaner, he still moslty just launches himself head first into fights BUT he's not running away, he's able to evaluate his situation and adapt (See his fight with Gambit, he looks at him when running away and then destroys the stair so Gambit can't run away OR with Deadpool where he decides to gain height as a way to create the space needed to evaluate his enemy?? that one might be a lil bit of a stretch tho)

WADE WILSON THE ULTIMATE CUTIE PRINCESS

let's ignore how dirty they did him ok...

OKAY SO SADLY- The bullet scene is pretty much the only scene where we see him fight and it's honestly not enough to tell how his normal style is BUT I WILL SAY his general style is fancy to look at and scarily effective (which is mostly seen with our current Wade but you can see a bit in origins deadpool) he makes a show for everyone to see, which is also his stragedy to make himself even better at combat! He uses a lot of fancy movements and acrobatics that help him AND takes his enemies off-guard, confusing them as where they should attack or what he's going to hit?? anyway-

Comparison time yippieee THIS IS WHAT THIS POST IS SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT LMAO

I did not get side tracked idk what you mean.... and now seeing it over and over I'm realizing not that noticeable.... so it's just not that much to talk about oops

LOOK AT THIS WADE, LOOK AT THE MOVEMENTS HE DOES WITH HIS LEGS!! HIS HANDS??? THIS MAN IS SHOWING OFF he's using all kinds of acrobatics and fancy movements while fighting, he attacks with his hands and dodges using mostly his legs, he's using all he has!! and it's making Logan lose BECAUSE LOGAN CAN'T FOCUS!! specially since he's so "target locked will attack", Wade makes it SO HARD for him to focus on a pose long enough to actually stab him also Logan ain't too good at dodging, I'm guessing it could be because he heals? dunno

now what inmediately came to my mind upon rewatch was THIS scene (maybe because I saw it recently who knows)

THE SETTING IS SO SIMILAR!! Wade is using a lot of fancy movements to get up, dodge and attack all way too fast for Logan to process, once again Logan is looking everywhere confused about where to aim bc this silly red guy it's dancing on his face and he's struggling to keep up JUST LIKE IN ORIGINS except well he IS able to get a hit bahah

Dodges like crazy, jumps over Logan (he did in origins too) just moves a lot between every attack

Actually now that I think about it Wade feels a bit less effective in the car, like yes sure he's putting up a good fight but Logan still feels like he's leading it BECAUSE WADE IS MORE EFFECTIVE WHEN HE HAS MORE SPACE!! he likes to be able to move around and do gimnastics while Logan it's a lot better the closer he gets to his target so omg yeah... ALSO LIKE WADE STILL TRIES TO MOVE AROUND he shoves Logan away from him, he gets out of the car choking logan with a seatbelt and gets to the back, he tries to create space because that's where his speciality WHILE LOGAN keeps trying to get closer to have him in his power, which he gets to do since the car isn't allowing Wade to move as freely as he would want to...

AND YOU CAN SEE HIS FANCY MOVEMENTS WITH FRANCIS TOO he's constantly circuling him, dodging and spinning while Francis is just trying to get a hit, Wade keeps his enemies chasing him when he fight THAT'S the way he controls it and gets it wherever he wants aughh

ANYWAY YEAH I think that's it, don't really know how much sense any of this does since I've been writing it on-and off the whole day lmao it's so messy but yeah feel free to add onto it I'd love to see opinions on this wahoo

Might keep talking about stuff I find interesting in the movies bahah this has been funn

[oswildin]

heyy! well, I wanted to say I love your Loki fics/hc! I just read (again) your "Loki + Meeting Reader's Family Hcs" and I can't stop laughing

If it's not a problem, can you do some HC's like this, but with a Reader who has siblings, like, "a lot" of them? (I am the eldest daughter/first born child out of 6 siblings... my youngest sibling was born when I was 14) Since it was my experience? I love the five little shits I call young siblings and I have a feeling Loki would get along with Reader's young siblings, even more if one was still a kid, even if he was a bit awkward at first!

Of course, if you don't want to, you can just ignore me!

Ahhh hello! I’m so glad you liked it! Of course I’ll write this headcanon for you ☺️ Thank you for asking and for reading my little posts. I appreciate you! 💚

Forewarning: This one is specific to the request, however ‘your’ gender is neutral as is the siblings! This one is a little silly lmao— But still heartwarming I hope!

Loki Meets Your (Younger) Siblings (Headcanons):

“Do not conjure illusionary snakes or any other amphibious creature.” Pause. “Or spiders.” Pause. “Or anything scary.” Pause. “Or—“ “Darling, I’m well aware of what not to conjure for children. Although, I don’t see what is wrong with snakes—“ “They’re… y’know…” Loki raised a brow. “Well… They could be scary. And I do not want chaos in my apartment. I don’t want a repeat of the wine incident.” “Oh, it was a little prank!” “You turned my boss’ wine into snakes and made her absolutely jump out of her skin!” “She deserved it.” “And I told you I was handling it. Like an adult. Professionally.”

Loki rolled his eyes, but surrendered - silently, begrudgingly. You had told your parents you could watch your younger siblings whilst they went out for the evening. It would be the first time Loki met them, and you were a bit nervous. Not because you didn’t trust him, god no, but because your siblings were… a handful. They were younger siblings, of course they were.

“You do realise you may get a taste of your own medicine, right?” You asked, raising a brow as you placed the board games on the coffee table, already prepared to try and keep your three siblings interested and busy. Loki smirked faintly, folding his arms over his chest. “And by that, you mean…?” “Well… You are the younger sibling.” “So, naturally that means that you think I cannot handle children?” “No! I mean— You know what I mean.” You sighed, giving him a knowing look as Loki’s smirked widened, having been pulling your leg a little.

Loki had to admit, he was— nervous wasn’t quite the right term… Maybe a little… unsure? You had told him that your youngest sibling was 5, the second being 8 and the eldest (despite you) was 12. They were very different ages… Even if it didn’t seem like it - especially in the mortal realm. Navigating each one could be… interesting, to say the least.

When the time arrived and your parents dropped off your siblings, chaos immediately erupted. The youngest was already running around, yelling and beginning to curiously go through the TV stand cupboard eagerly, whilst the 8 year old decided to jump on the couch, and the young teen simply sat on the armchair with their head in their phone.

You had never seen Loki look so… frazzled. Maybe not outwardly, but his eyes. His body language. You could see he was trying to figure out exactly what to do to try and quell some of the noise going on. He loved chaos, duh, but this was… a different, new sort of chaos. One he felt he had no control over.

“No! Down!” You clicked your fingers at the one jumping on the couch. “We sit on sofas, we don’t use them as makeshift trampolines. And hey— Cluedo.” You quipped at your youngest sibling. “This isn’t a crime scene, stop rooting through my things like I’m a suspect, okay?” Both simply giggled, pleased they were already managing to cause havoc.

“Loki, could you—“ You gestured towards the youngest, making the God blink, lips parting as he glanced their way. “Uh- Yes. Absolutely.” He muttered, clearing his throat as he stepped towards your sibling who was currently opening DVD cases and getting their finger marks all over the discs. Loki crouched slightly, awkwardly placing his hands under the child’s armpits as he lifted them from their knelt position. They giggled as he held them like they were some dangerous animal, a safe distance away from him, the child staring at him rather intently.

In the process of tugging your sibling off the couch, you saw the sight. There was a rigidness about the God that you couldn’t help but find a little amusing. “Loki, you’re holding them like they’re a feral cat.” You said wryly. “They won’t claw you.” You paused. “I don’t think anyway— That may be a new thing they’ve picked up since I’ve last seen them.”

Loki’s brows twitched, a small crease as he slowly looked back at your sibling in his hands, holding them as if they weighed nothing to him - which they didn’t. He was a God after all. “You’re funny.” They told him, and Loki didn’t know whether he was to be insulted or warmed by the sentiment. Slowly, and carefully, he set them back down to their feet, allowing them back on solid ground. “That… isn’t usually the word people use.” “Why?” “Because I am a God.” “Why?” “Because I strike the fea—“ “A-HEM!” “I strike the… friendship into them.” “That didn’t sound any better.”

It seemed like your youngest sibling had their new muse to follow and ask 1000 questions to. For the next thirty minutes, anywhere Loki went, your youngest sibling trailed right behind him. They even went so far as to begin mimicking him. However, when they would do it to you, it was usually to annoy you, but with Loki, it seemed like they were genuinely intrigued in him, wanting to do and say what he did.

“How long has it been since they arrived?” “How long has it been since they arrived?” “An hour and ten minutes.” “Norns.” “Norns.”

You had to stifle a laugh when Loki pinched the bridge of his nose, your younger sibling doing the same. “Loki… I think I may consider lifting the rule.” “What rule?” Your teen sibling asked, finally looking up from their phone.

And that was how you ended up here…

A illusionary snake slithered around the apartment, your younger siblings following it around, chasing it - keeping them busy so you and Loki could breathe for a second.

Once that got ‘boring’ as the 8 year old stated - which made Loki give a look of offence - it was time to pull out the board games. Good old fashioned board games. You settled on operation to start, it seemed like a nice choice… But what you didn’t expect was your second youngest sibling to start declaring Loki was cheating and the two to start bickering as if they were in fact the ones related.

“You cheated!” “I think you will find I did not.” “You used magic!” “And why would I waste my magic on such an easy game?” “Because you’re a cheater!” “Or perhaps you just lack the finesse I do to remove this poor man’s kidney without causing him death.” “I don’t lack finish!” “He said fin-ESSE, idiot.”

You sighed, face palming as your teen sibling took their shot.

“I’m not an idiot! You’re an idiot!” “Norns!”

Loki inhaled deeply, looking between the three siblings as they bickered, a little out of his depth. He couldn’t simply… shout at them. As much as he wanted to bellow ‘enough’, he knew that wouldn’t be helpful.

“Alright—“ Loki stood from his seat, clapping his hands together. “Who wants to hear about the time I pranked Thor when we were children?” You raised a brow, glancing up at the God. “It involves magic, a snake and a dagger.” “Me!” “Me!” “I guess.”

Well… it turned out that your siblings really enjoyed hearing about younger Loki’s antics with his brother. You were hardly surprised. The amount of ‘pranks’ and ‘tricks’ you had gone through being the older sibling to them was extensive. At least Thor only had to endure it from one sibling!

Loki seemed to keep them engaged the whole time with his stories, using his magic every now and again to create small illusionary recreations. Even your teenage sibling had put their phone down for a bit. It seemed Loki’s own brand of chaos brought some sense of calm after all.

You could see the God relaxing, becoming more animated and theatrical with each story. And you knew he enjoyed being the centre of their attentions - he was Loki. Any questions they had, he answered. Well, minus any that you had to step in and answer for him diplomatically. You didn’t want your siblings getting any ideas…

“I think that went very well in the end.” “Once we figure out what worked, yeah.” “Although, I was never that bad.” “Loki, you stabbed Thor. Multiple times. Arguably that’s worse than what those three mortal scamps could come up with.” “Yes, but I was civilised about it. They were yelling and screaming and running around like wild little beasts.” You laughed at that, seeing the God’s eyes shining with amusement and humour.

“So… do you think they…” Loki paused, turning a little more uncertain, almost shy. “Well, do you think they liked me?” You raised your brows, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Loki, they loved you. If they didn’t annoy you and decide you were their target for a bit, that’s when I’d worry. Typically, that’s how they show affection.” You mused playfully. “Just like someone else I know funnily enough.” “Oh— ha ha.”

BONUS:

“That was my parents on the phone.” “Oh?” “They said they had to de-prankify the house.” “Oh.” “Yeah.” “Maybe I should’ve—“ “We should’ve told them not to try and recreate the pranks, yeah.” “Lesson learned for all of us, I suppose.”

Loki took a sip of his tea, immediately freezing as the taste was… His face scrunched up, the cup slowly moving away from his face.

“They put salt in the sugar didn’t they?” “Yes. Yes they did.”

[sillygoosealert]

★Future predictions☆

Death, Marriage, idk angst?? Just Daisy being a silly billy Sukuna stuff

The King of Curses has you pinned underneath him, forcing you to take both of his cocks, one in each of your overly warm holes.

Making sure to keep your mouth occupied, he shoves his tongue into your mouth, filling it to the brim. Every inch of you is and will continue to be filled by him- that he would promise.

Not that he liked making promises. There isn't too much of a point to them. They provide a sense of security, but why would he give that to anyone who wasn't worthy of it- which is everyone.

Everyone but you, Sukuna thinks. For you, he would promise the world- if you would like that. That's something he wanted to promise, but he won't. Ever.

The Disgraced One could never promise to let you sleep in his bed, but Ryomen Sukuna could guarantee he won't let you leave afterward.

Right now, you're being crushed under his weight, gasping for air, as he doesn't do breaks after he's finished.

You begged him to be gentle for your first time doing- both of your holes, and he said he couldn't promise anything. This is one of the times he's glad he doesn't make promises, so when the inevitable happens, and Lord Sukuna does whatever he wants, no verbal agreement can be held against him.

It's foolish how much something as flexible as words can hold so much value for you.

It is also foolish how he gives in to your desires. Something he does in the moment and regrets soon after.

While your foreheads are touching and his breath is on your mouth, he rambles about how he truly feels about you. The words 'I love you' are said in his way.

"You will be my wife. I will give you the biggest ring and the nicest clothes.."

He likes to tell you these things to see your eyes widen and your heartbeat pick up.

Telling you, not asking, and not exactly promising. But saying what will happen.

When he puts you on top of him to curl up, he finds himself also falling asleep.

Waking up in the garden, he finds himself hand in hand with you. Eyes meet with his, filled with tears and shock.

A ring in his hand limp by his side.

"Will you marry me?"

Something he would never say if he had complete control of his body.

"Will you marry me?"

Is marriage something he could ever be content with?

"Will you marry me?"

The king of curses does not settle.

"Will you marry me?"

Ryomen Sukuna is staring at you while the words leave his lips.

"Will you marry me?"

Could Lord Sukuna truly love a mortal?

"Will you marry me?"

Would Sukuna be enough for you?

It doesn't matter what he thinks, because you're nodding your head vigorously as salty drops of water go down your cheeks.

"Promise me something, please." Promise? He's shaking his head yes without processing your words fully.

"Let me have the privilege of being your only wife. I am devoting my life to you, please, give me this, Sukuna."

Oh.

That might be something he could agree to.

You might be the only person, let alone a woman, that he would look into the eyes and make a genuine promise.

Very pretty, kind, soft eyes, on that note.

"You are the only woman I will call my own, I will promise you that."

"Are we ready for that?"

He's sliding the ring on your finger, cupping your face with another hand.

"We are. I will always be ready for you."

That might now be the full truth. The reality is he's so, so scared. This might not be the time. But now it's too late. It doesn't matter when he would prefer to do it. You're married now. Forever. Permanently.

"Does this mean we can have a cute little white fence and a pretty garden filled with daisies?"

He could do that.

"And a family?"

Hm..

"You aren't scared to have a child with me?"

"Why would I be?"

A good question with too many answers.

"Look at me, and tell me you aren't scared."

You look him in the eyes and open your mouth.

"I'm not scared of you."

Things blur and nothing makes sense.

And he wakes up.

There is no longer a ring on your finger.

You're sleeping beside him.

He did not overcome his fear of commitment.

You are not married.

There were no promises.

Nothing can be held against him.

But would it be so bad if there was?

Kinda rushes the seconded half, idk got mad and was just kinda over it lolz

[hattersrabbit]

Can you do Kenshi Takahashi x reader who is a kitsune (a nine-tailed fox which can change shape into human and fox forms)?

WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY?

kenshi takahashi x kitsune! reader | sfw

CW! gn reader, can be seen as either romantic or platonic, headcannons, mk1 styled intros

thank you for the request! <3

You: It’s a ponderous thought that you can see despite the setback.

Kenshi: Sento made the difference and helped me regain what I lost.

—

I believe Kenshi would probably dislike you in the beginning, as he did Johnny Cage.

Kitsune are known to be playful and mischievous creatures, and you and Johnny fit that bill. But also wise.

Your very wisdom may entice him into your arms. Even your very cuteness as a fox may do so as well.

In the act of Mortal Kombat you proved useful in stopping Shang Tsung. Your trickery was to be challenged.

He admired that about you, and how you willingly challenged Shang Tsung, and scolded the sorcerer of his treatment of Syzoth.

Your illusions against enemies and mind control truly made things easy for them, especially when Kenshi was still loss

Kitsune were mischievous creatures but they were compassionate. They could ward off evil, and you did that for Kenshi

Somehow he didn’t lie in self pity and loathing his situation; Johnny gave him his sword and took care of him, and you provided him emotional support

-

Kenshi: You’ve been alive for thousands of years.

You: Am I lonely? That’s what you’re thinking isn’t it.

-

Kenshi has felt trapped in his family history, and the Yakuza. You two are the same in some regard.

Your kind in some ways is seemed as troublesome, but you were only protecting yourselves.

Someone who’s lived thousands of years and has been lonely; not knowing who to trust, so you remained by yourself

With this new revelation there’s a new understanding of each other. Learned and have changed since the defeat of Titan Shang Tsung

Developing a close relationship which involves much cute aggression

Your fluffy exterior is perfect for Kenshi’s sense of touch, even with Sento showing him sight he still likes when you use your tails to help him get around

Your sweet like that, and always pout when he doesn’t fall for your sneak attacks anymore

The two of you always are great partners when fighting, because after all a cute little thing with multiple tails and ears, and a blind swordsman

Any individual dumb enough to not hear of your won’t expect much, and it’ll end in their death (probably)

You two are friends, and might as well be a trio with Johnny. Two silly beings that like to mess with Johnny

And Kenshi found that he would have it no other way

[dvilsdesire]

"I much prefer a cat." - Raphael

So I have this Raphael headcanon that he's actually very attracted to defiance. Or perhaps I should say... a challenge.

Now, this comes sexually and simply just as a general attraction. There's some lines that Raphael says about how he is not impressed by suck ups, and especially the line about anything being duller than a loyal dog, he much prefers a cat "meow" (silly devil actually meows, I love him haha).

I think that this can stem directly from Raphael being 1. half human, 2. an intellectual, and 3. sadomasochism (his own disgust in himself when it comes to his feelings of self worth).

So let's delve into this a little deeper.

1. Raphael's a half devil.

One might think that a devil would fall in love with obedience, and while I definitely agree that Raphael IS in love with obedience, this comes from simply his devil side. Devil's are Lawful creatures, which mean that they strive in order, and that they do believe in their laws, and follow the laws of Baator. They are strict, rigid, and if they are broken, there are severe consequences, such as demotion (which is worse than the true death for devils). They have this super strict caste system, which means ALL of society KNOWS and you are only worth your level (until you are able to be promoted, which is NOT easy in the Nine Hells). Devils can be promoted only by devils higher than ones self, and you've got to suffer the legitimate PHYSICAL pain of promotion to be worthy, not to mention there has to be a position available for you to take.

Raphael, in my hc, grew up in Cania alongside his (absent and neglectful) father. Raphael would have been watched CLOSELY, and taught all of the laws of Cania and Baator in general, and grew into a very Lawful Evil being. Now, being lawful and breaking the rules are two very separate things. Devils use loopholes, trickery and twisted words to con people. They use desperation, and eliminate other choices so there is all but one remaining: theirs. They prey upon mortal ailments and suffering to get the souls they need and want. No law breaking needed. It's not hard to break a person that's already desperate, so there's loads of options on the Material Plane which is an excellent feeding ground.

So, down to obedience, Raphael would like it by default. Especially because it gives him a sense of empowerment. This is a devil who (in my opinion) suffered a LOT of neglect and feeling worthless because, as a cambion, he was seen as a lesser devil. I also headcanon that Raphael exiled HIMSELF from Cania and left for Avernus because Mephistopheles refused to promote him, so Raphael, scorned, went elsewhere, to the land of opportunity within the Hells (Zariel is more than willing to allow outcasts to live in her realm, though I imagine they have some kind of a deal going on with each other and Raphael likely aids her in other ways). Also note that Raphael still goes to Cania, so his father likely still holds tabs on him, and despite his self exile, likely still summons his son from time to time. Raphael likely isn't able to refuse... (re: control factor).

Most devils are exceptionally self absorbed, and we know Raphael isn't any different. Obedience, naturally, would be a turn on. HOWEVER, since I am talking about disobedience, this is where this shift happens.

Raphael is still half human, and in that regard, he has been neglected and oppressed by his own people. This causes a sense of REBELLION within Raphael. We see this in his act to thwart his father, and to gain revenge on the Archdevil that stole the Crown of Karsus from him. If we go off the assumption that Raphael is living in Avernus for other reasons, it still seems to be an act of rebellion against remaining in Cania--unless he was exiled or told to be there. I guess we could scratch that out and say he's still working for Meph, but to me, it feels like father and son pretty much detest each other, and Raphael would prefer to be as far away as possible to his father (he does not speak highly of Mephisto at ALL, calling him a frigid archivist, speaking out of spite in the name of, who we could presume, is his lord if he was living in Cania, and is still his father). It's not Zariel that devours his body, it's Mephistopheles, so I tend to presume his soul went back to Cania after his death.

As a human, many children naturally rebel from their parents. It's a part of growing up, maturing, following ones own path, etc. In the name of Baator, however... this would be seen as a SERIOUS no no. To speak out against your Archdevil. Worthy of serious punishment imo.

As a half human, Raphael carries emotions inside him that full devils would not even begin to understand. Humans are exceptionally complex, and cambions are at war with themselves CONSTANTLY when it comes to their mortal/devil halves. Becoming rebellious is not generally (I say generally but it's not impossible) the nature of a devil, who are law abiding citizens in their caste system, only wanting promotion to gain power to the next level.

So, this attraction to disobedience as a human, I believe, stems from an almost inner appreciation, in the fact that Raphael, himself, wishes he could be MORE disobedient himself within his devil society, that he even may admire such a thing in someone else--as frustrating as it would also be for Raphael. A jealous man, I consider, would likely even be envious.

2. Raphael is an intellectual.

Canonically, Raphael IS intelligent. We see that he obviously studies a lot of things to gain knowledge, let alone his own creativity and interests in leaning and gaining knowledge (his tales of poetry, dreams/nightmares, his ideals, chess talk, etc).

I believe that Raphael is attracted to a challenge. Korrilla says that Raphael enjoys puzzles, which is why he's interested in Tav and Co (no, I don't believe he's sexually attracted to Tav, I believe he's intellectually attracted to Tav because he finds them interesting and useful to his cause). I don't believe, in general, Raphael is sexually attracted to anyone other than himself.

In saying that, sexual attraction (and/or romantic attraction), does not mean an attraction in general. Hope, as an example, has become Raphael's obsession over the years, and that's because of her disobedience. He wants to BREAK her, he wants to break her down so much that she turns into a good follower and worships him just like Korrilla. He insists, and keeps on trying, despite her defiance. It keeps him coming back, more and more, harder at each time, despite the fact that she spits at him, calls him nasty names, and he could... quite easily... just kill her. No, instead, Raphael thrives on the idea that he can CHANGE her, he thrives on getting what is downright near impossible with Hope.

And yes, we can say that that is all because he wants her to become a loyal little pup, because the greater they are, the harder they fall, right? No doubt that would absolutely give Raphael satisfaction. But what after that? I can see that he would grow exceptionally bored with her afterwards, because the thrill is no longer there. The satisfaction of breaking her down, yes, but then that's another little puzzle piece finished... and it would grow tepid without that challenge, without that bite. Quite honestly... she'd become that dull, loyal dog.

Haarlep, I feel, is another great example. This is a creature that openly defies Raphael and insults him. If you're bedding the devil for years and years, you've learned a fair few things. Taking away the fact that I am an avid Raphlep shipper, I tend to try and break things down logically and unbiased (but forgive me if I can't entirely lol).

Haarlep, for all intents and purposes... could be killed, gotten rid of, banished, whatever from Raphael's HoH. Sure, he might be a personal incubus from Mephistopheles, and one I believe Raphael likely couldn't deny, but Raphael has options. Lock Haarlep in the dungeon, punish Haarlep, make Haarlep the toy in this relationship. Instead... Raphael is the one that keeps Haarlep around in the boudoir. ANY incubus could wear his face. ANY. But Haarlep has been in service for an extended period of time.

Haarlep does not come off as the type to be obedient. In fact, everything Haarlep oozes is cheeky and mischievous. Playful and cocky. Haarlep's personality definitely seems dominant in the little that we see, and I've made so many long headcanons and analysis of his character, I'm not going to delve into it here, lol. Either way, Lep seems to ABSOLUTELY be the kind of fiend that is disobedient, challenging in nature, and defiant.

I believe that this relationship wouldn't have stood a chance if Raphael didn't ENJOY the banter. He didn't enjoy the challenge of Haarelp's personality against his own. Someone that could stand up to him, challenge him and make him feel alive and thrive in that environment.

I'm not saying Raphael enjoys being told he sucks in bed (he's absolutely 110% a sore loser), but I believe he would be exceptionally bored in bed if Haarlep didn't pose as a challenge. Raphael still has his standards and appearances to keep up, but let's not forget that Raphael is also an actor. He's also canonically, an exclusive bottom in the bedroom.

Haarlep is absolutely an advantage to have around the house, they can please guests and play with them in the boudoir and offer their services etc, and ofc... Raphael has his own personal mirror that can fuck him into oblivion.

Which, let's speak about that next.

3. Raphael is a sadomasochist, which I believe stems from feelings of inadequacy and lack of familiar love.

I'd say it's pretty common for any devil of Baator to enjoy sadism and/or masochism. And, personally, I think that Raphael IS a sadist, but I also believe he's a masochist in the bedroom, particularly with Haarlep.

Raphael enjoys seeing others suffer. It's natural. It's part of being a devil. He tortures people and gains satisfaction from it re: Hope. I do believe that he finds sexual excitement from watching this (but again, I don't believe he had any romantic or sexual attraction to Hope, the sexual satisfaction was purely from a sadistic point of view).

Masochism can be traced back to feelings of inadiquacy and a lack of love, a feeling that one needs to be punished because they do not live up to standards and ideas of others (mostly... parents). This is a very generic psychological point of view, and not everyone shares the same experience. Sexual interests and behaviours have been studied for YEARS, and it's flexible. This is, however, how I see Raphael (you do not have to agree with me).

Raphael, the son of Mephistopheles, who we all can pretty much agree on that would not have won Father of the Year. On top of that, Raphael is a cambion--a half devil, and seen as less efficient than many other higher devils. Cambions are used as mercenaries, messengers, and pretty much cannon fodder for the Blood War, if not outright ABANDONED and live as outcasts on their own. The fact that Raphael makes a living doing so many deals and collecting so many souls is a pretty good achievement.

Let's remember that not ALL devils can travel to the Realms either, so cambions are actually very good for being able to travel back and forth between the Nine Hells and the Material Plane. Something that I feel is exceptionally undervalued due to their caste system. Raphael, despite being the son of an Archdevil, is still JUST a cambion, and therefore a lesser half-breed devil.

The insult that would come with that, the pressure of being overshadowed by an Archdevil father, would likely be exceptionally oppressive. Thus, Raphael has never felt good enough or worthy, despite what he tells people.

Deep down inside, I believe that Raphael's narcissistic tenancies, are actually linked to this deep seeded feeling of being unworthy and inadequate, because of what he is: a mere cambion. A devil that requires sleep, requires food, requires mortal needs, unlike other devils that can continue working all day and night because they don't NEED any of those things.

In a well oiled machine, Raphael is seen as inefficient. And that in itself is SUCH an awful thing to feel, like you're never good enough simply because of what you are. He didn't choose to be a cambion, he was MADE that way, but he has to live with the consequences of actions that were not his, and if he complains about it? Well who the fuck is going to listen or care, and in the end, him bitching about it likely only made him prove their point. Thus, he denies his inadequacies as a way of feeling worthy and better, and became narcissistic as a ways to battle against that deep self loathing and personal hate that surrounds him. It's denial. It's a psychological protective barrier.

That, in itself, is an act of defiance, even if it's also an act of denial, and a means for him to hide those feelings of inadequacy and bury them so deeply beneath his self love for himself. No one else loved him, so he would love himself, and he would prove them all wrong by being the best damn devil he can be. By winning, by taking over the Nine Hells, this suicide mission of his that we ALL know isn't possible. He is destined to fail, but failure is NOT an option to Raphael.

But, in many ways, it's obviously worked. He's in Avernus, he's got an ascended form, and he's clearly more powerful than many other devils to be scheming so much and Meph hasn't killed him yet, or anyone else for that matter. I won't delve into my hc about any of the social structure and what I think Raphael is in a devil world, though.

This is about his act of rebellion and defiance, which I believe he's also done. He's also attempting to overtake the Nine Hells, which in itself is a MASSIVE act of defiance. In a world where devil law is the LAW and no one questions it, when devils are like bees to hive, and everyone has their duty and place within society, but Raphael wants more.

Ambitious? Yes, but also challenging and rebellious. Raphael makes such a good fucking villain because his failure is not an option, because if he doesn't believe in himself, then who will? No one. His battle is as much internal as it is external. To prove himself and others that he IS worthy.

Sexually, I believe this allows Raphael an attempt to feel punished and worthy by BEING punished. His repentance for his unworthiness. A means for himself to actually feel better about all of these mixed feelings he has. And, ofc, he gets off on it, because it brings a sexual high.

There's also the aspect that Haarlep wears his skin, and Raphael is able to watch that version of himself PUNISH someone else (including himself). I absolutely believe that Haarlep has wild sex with others in Raphael's form while Raphael watches. I believe Raphael absolutely loves watching his glamour fuck someone else in the harshest ways possible. Sadism plays a part in that, and sadism can also stem from the pleasures of watching others suffer because THEY suffered unspeakable things in childhood (which... Hells... Mephistopheles... all of that).

This is getting really long, sorry, I didn't want it to be SO LONG I just kept rambling! And likely went on 1000 tangents LOL. But this is why I think Raphael is attracted to a CHALLENGING personality vs a blindly loyal one. It keeps his mind going, it keeps him active and thinking, and that's enjoyable for him.

To put it simply, however, and the very basic TL;DR version: Cats vs dogs. Dogs are seen as exceptionally loyal creatures, and "man's best friend". This comes from a place of not just loyalty, but a dog's friendly and devoted nature. Loving, compassionate and deeply devoted to their human. Some people would even consider them "blindly loyal".

Cats, on the other hand... are arseholes (affectionately lol). No, but on a serious note, cats are incredibly independent creatures that thrive on their own terms. Cats can also be deeply loyal and protective, just as much as dogs, but generally by nature, they do not need as much care and compassion as a dog, they are happy to be on their own, and unlike dogs, they can be much harder to train. Cats, overall, enjoy solidarity, and are much more independent, taking away the "blindly loyal" factor, and instead, implementing a more "critical thinking" aspect, and even a "you must earn my attention and affection."

ANYWAY... that's my headcanon that got WAY too long...

[jeonginslefthand]

Rage Quit 🎮👾

Pairing: TwitchStreamer!Felix x gamer!reader Genre: Fluff with a hint of suggestive Word count: 2.1k+ Plot summary: You and your streamer boyfriend Felix have your first Twitch collab. However, you start to show him up in the games you both play. Warnings: Some suggestive content towards the end, a few uses of pet names, Felix is a sore loser A/N: Back at it with more Stray Kids! This is a silly short fic to enjoy while I work on a longer series fic. I don't think I've seen this kind of concept before and sometimes think about what if Felix was a streamer (I think he would be an AMAZING game streamer, but that’s just me). Let me know what you all think and enjoy!

Stray kids masterlist

~~~

Felix turns on his PC and sits back in his gaming chair. You pull up a chair next to him and grab a controller as you get comfortable. You lean your head on his shoulder, feeling his body heat transfer to your skin as you stare at the monitor screen waiting for the PC to load. 

“Are you excited for our first collab??” you ask. 

“Absolutely love. And I’m also excited to kick your ass on stream with thousands of viewers as my witnesses.” Felix responds, teasing you a little. 

“Hey! That’s not nice. And who knows maybe today’s the day I finally beat the almighty Lee Felix.” 

That was all talk though. The truth is you have never beaten Felix in a game. You’re not a bad gamer, but no matter how hard you try, you can never match Felix’s skill. Beating Felix at a game felt like going up against a final boss that won’t stop healing itself. But anything can happen once he goes live, so you have a little bit of hope in you (but not a lot).

The PC fully boots up and Felix begins setting up for stream. The two of you agreed to play Brawlhalla for the first half of the stream and would let the viewers decide between Mortal Combat, Street Fighter, or Tekken for the second half. Once Felix finishes setting up the stream layout he positions his mic between you and him. He then adjusts his webcam so that both of you are in view. Felix turns to you and you give him a nod signaling that you are ready. He clicks the GO LIVE button and you can see the viewers flooding in quickly. 

“Hello everyone! So glad you all are back for another lovely stream. We’re not going to be playing League like I planned. But we have a very special guest with us today. Next to me is [Y/N], my girlfriend and my gaming partner for today!” 

“Hi everyone! So glad to be here. And so ready to kick Felix’s butt today,” you say with excitement. 

The chat starts lighting up and you start reading some of the messages. There were a lot of messages teasing Felix about having a girlfriend. Some messages say things like “No way Felix has rizz???” and “omg the mysterious girlfriend is real!” You laugh reading some of the messages and Felix starts messing around with the viewers. It’s no wonder Felix has so many fans on this platform. He has that energy that’s easy to get captivated by, the same sunshine energy you’ve slowly fallen in love with. You also noticed the way he talks with the viewers. It’s like catching up with a friend you haven’t seen in ages. You start reading the chat again and see a couple of messages wishing you luck and some telling Felix not to go too hard on you.

“Oh don’t tell him to go easy on me.” You respond to the chat. “He doesn’t go easy when we play off-camera so why should he now?” 

“She’s so right! But I’ll do my best to let my girl down easy chat. So let’s get started. We’ll be playing Brawlhalla for the first half. Afterward, I’ll send a poll for you all to decide which game we play for the second half. For now, though, I’m sending a poll to see who you all think will win this first round.” 

You start to see the poll quickly fill up with responses. Most of the viewers pick Felix (you don’t blame them. Mentally you’re picking Felix too). But some viewers choose you. You smile and follow up with “Thanks to the five percent of you who have faith in me. I’ll do my best for you all!” 

Felix boots up the game and you grab your controller to pick your character. 

“Queen Nai is always my go-to. She hasn’t let me down yet,” you say waiting for Felix to pick his character. 

“Except she has failed you when you go against me.” Felix snaps back. 

“Okay Mr. ‘changes his main every two days.’” 

Felix finally picks his character and starts the game. “Let’s go ahead and make this quick.” 

The round starts as you breathe in preparing for your inevitable defeat. But as the round goes on you find yourself doing surprisingly well. You see how the chat lights up as the round continues so you decide to keep up with whatever luck the Twitch gods gave you today. You top things off with a finishing move and the round ends with you successfully beating Felix and your character having two lives left. 

“Well I’ll be damned—” you say under your breath still shocked. 

Felix doesn’t immediately respond, still processing that you beat him for the first time. In front of 10k people no less. You snap your fingers, breaking Felix’s trance as he looks back into the webcam. 

“Okay, so that was just a test round…” Felix finally says in denial.

“Oh, now it was just a test round? You’re just trying to deny that I FINALLY BEAT YOU!” you respond, basking in this short but well-deserved victory. 

“You got lucky this round. Next round who knows…” Felix is already switching his character as he responds to you. 

You look back at the chat to see how everyone feels. The vibe seemed to have shifted a little since you beat Felix. Lots of people are saying “Watch out next round” and also “Yeah kick his ass next round [y/n]!!” You giggle to yourself, still picking the same character as the last round. 

Three rounds later Felix is floored. How have you managed to beat him in all four rounds? Are the Twitch gods mad at him and waiting for his downfall? Did you secretly practice before stream? The more these thoughts ran through his head the more frustrated he got. It didn’t help that he was getting beat in front of now 15k people (this is probably the most viewers he’s had on a stream). 

“Give up yet sunshine?” you say half teasingly, half condescending. 

“Nope. One more round. I’m sure you can take it, angel.” Felix responds, adding some bass when he calls you angel. You can hear the growing frustration in his voice and see him getting worked up. You’ve seen him get frustrated over games before, but never like this (and it’s kind of turning you on, but you ignore that and focus on the game).

The fifth round was a close one but ended with Felix being beaten again, and your character was left with one life. Felix is speechless as you do a silly victory dance next to him. 

“And with that, the Brawlhalla section of this stream has ended with a whopping five to nothing!” you say cheerfully. You turn to Felix noticing that he doesn’t seem too happy. You also see his grip on the controller has tightened to the point he looks like he’s about to throw it. 

“Okay uh, we're going to take a quick break. In the meantime, I’ll be sending out the poll for what you guys want our next game to be and when we get back we’ll see the results. See you all soon!” you reassure the chat. 

You fidget around with Streamlabs and find the break screen to display on stream (thankfully you’ve sat in on a couple of Felix’s streams to get a basic sense of it). You also make sure to mute the mic as you let out a big sigh. 

“Woo, this streaming thing isn’t easy. Hey Lix, you okay?” you say trying to comfort Felix. “I know I beat you badly, but can you stop being a sore loser?”

“Well, I wouldn’t be a sore loser if I knew what kind of witchcraft you were using to win,” Felix responds in a low voice, mostly being serious. 

“Okay very funny. But seriously are you okay? I’ll stop gloating and go easy on you for the next game. Or I can even—” 

“I’m going to the bathroom real quick.” Felix interrupts as he gets up and goes towards the restroom. 

Okay, you may have been boasting more than you thought, but you were only messing with him playfully. It’s the same thing he does whenever he beats you in games. You didn’t think he would take it seriously. 

You patiently wait for Felix to get back thinking things over. If the two of you play another game and things go like how Brawlhalla went, it won’t end well. You’ve seen Felix lose his cool over games when it’s just the two of you or when he’s with his friends, but he has never lost it on stream. He’s known for being a calm streamer (mostly) and a literal angel. On one hand, maybe this could show a more human side of Felix. But you also know how online fandoms are, especially streamer fandoms, and you’re not sure how positive Felix’s fandom is (despite Felix constantly denouncing the toxic people that sneak into his fandom). 

“Hey, angel. I think I’ve calmed down a little.” Felix’s deep voice breaks you out of your thoughts as he gently rubs your shoulders.

“Are you sure? I know it takes you a while to calm down when you get frustrated like that,” you respond. 

“Yeah, mostly. But we gotta do the second half of the stream.”

“Or we can end the stream early. I don’t want to do the second half if you’re going to get so worked up again. We can play a calm game, just the two of us!” 

Felix thinks about the idea for a moment before making his response. 

“Okay. Let’s end the stream love! I’m sure the chat will await your return for future streams.” Felix takes the break screen off as you both sit in your chairs and unmutes the microphone. 

“Hey everyone we’re back! So it seems like Mortal Combat won the poll. Good job [Y/N] for setting up the poll and break screen. You are the best! But unfortunately, we’re going to end stream early and play Mortal Combat another time.” Felix says to the camera. You start seeing the chat light up with many people disappointed and some viewers sending Felix’s signature cry emote. 

Felix wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you close “Don’t worry! Lovely [y/nnie] will be back. Then I will avenge my honor and lost dignity.” 

“Or I will come back and give him the humbling of a lifetime!” you say smiling at Felix when you do so. 

You both say your final goodbyes to the viewers. Felix clicks the END STREAM button and you let out another big sigh as you lay your head on Felix’s lap. 

“So how’d you like your first stream?” Felix asks as he pets your head.

“I don’t wanna talk to anyone for the rest of the day. My social battery is slowly dying,” you say in response. 

“Then how about we recharge it with some Animal Crossing?” Felix suggests as he picks up his Nintendo Switch from the charging dock. 

The two of you cuddle on the couch and spend time recharging and grinding on Animal Crossing. The calm warm sounds of the soundtrack with the laid-back tasks you did also helped you feel at ease. Felix came to your island (he always says turnip prices are higher on your island) and took a lot of your fruit to plant on his island. He also farmed for wood but you had to cut him off after seeing how many trees he chopped down. 

“You better replant all the coconut trees you chopped down,” you say while selling your fish finds in the shop. 

“You don’t need all those coconut trees come on…” Felix responds in a whiny tone. 

“At least tell me you left some coconuts on the ground. I really love the coconut trees…” 

Felix sighs. “Fine, I’ll plant the coconut trees. But only because I love you.”

“Hehe love you too sunshine!~” 

The Animal Crossing session ends with you and Felix watching the sunset, well your villagers watching the sunset at least. 

“Alright nice Animal Crossing date. Time to kick you off the island!” you say, sounding a bit eager.

“Aww. But I wanna spend the night…” Felix pouts as he looks into your eyes. 

“You can’t do that darling. But… I could spend the night in real life.” 

Felix logs out of the game and turns off his switch. “That sounds even better! So what should we do for the night?”

You end the Animal Crossing session and put your switch next to Felix’s. You lean in closer to him as you respond “I have a few ideas…” 

Felix leans in closer as he slowly gets on top of you. He leans in and gives you a quick kiss on your lips, holding himself back from staying on your soft lips longer. 

“I’m listening angel~”    

~~~ If you enjoyed consider leaving a like, reblog, and/or comment! It means a lot and I appreciate it 🩷

[god-of-smithing-and-cozy-vibes]

ALRIGHT I GUESS ITS FINALLY TIME FOR AN INTRO POST (even tho I already have 50 followers, which btw thank u)

Name:Hephaestus or Vulcan

Height: ≈6’1

Favorite genre of music:jazz, what did you think it’d be metal?

Pets:Henry and penelope

What is this blog made for? It’s universal! Originally made for epic the musical interaction

Children: @jaxie-the-kat, @literally-tinker-bell, @a-mortal-turned-god, @fireboy-valdez, @forged-in-fire-and-brimstone, @pandora-from-another-world, @sneaky-melon, @eros-the-love-god , @child-of-fire-god , @archer-child-of-hephesteaus , @kyle-th3-5h4rk , @into-the-forge

Nicknames for different people: Athena, owl

Hermes, prankster

Any dead person: tortured soul

Tiresias, tir, prophet, blind mouse

Mortals, kid or mortal

Aphrodite, aph

Ares,brother or dumbass

Aeolus, puffball

Nemesis, nem

Amphitrite, amph

Artemis, arte

Eros, archer

Ganymede, gany

Apollo, pollo (sometimes Spanish pronunciation)

Tkl anon-tkl,little bastard(joking way),tickler

Anyway onto the next section!

Rules: no hardcore nsfw because it makes me uncomfortable (by hardcore i mean actually describing anything like that, mentions of it are fine)

Anons may claim and emoji or name

Claimed names: injured anon

Claimed emojis: 🪷,🍁,🍊,🍉,🏹,🪶

(Bow is not Rikki)

In character text for actions or for speaking will be orange

(Ooc looks like this)

One more thing, Hephaestus doesn’t do moly even though he’s curious because he’s afraid if he gets high on it he’ll lose control of his fire and end up burning the moly which is an absolute death wish

Y’know what? Screw it, have some tags

Welcome to the forge-asks

Hephaestus and the lizards-chill rp

Hephaestus and his forging-making something

Why am I the only responsible person here?!-joke/silly rp

Get deep fried-angst

3rd degree burns- villain heph au

2nd degree burns- a bit of a half and half between villain and normal Hephaestus, he still has his normal morals but he’ll kill to get there essentially

Leave me alone right now mate- if toa happened to Hephaestus instead of Apollo

Prankster junior- tkl anon

Living up to my username- mods writing

[sky-kiss]

Sorry! I’m feeling selfish, sick and self indulgent. I neeeeeed more Soft!Raphael in my life! Maybe him “””reluctantly””” taking care of a Sick!Tav but secretly he loves having total control over her health and having her all to himself (for quarantine reasons OBVIOUSLY). It’s one of the few times he can let his guard down and it’s all cuddly and squishy…maybe a little slutty as she recovers…idk ya know, you know I love your writing no matter what you write xx

A/N: I’m so sorry you’re feeling unwell. Hopefully this helps a little. Gonna be my last one of these for the day (cause I have something criminal in the works).

_____

She’s a pathetic little thing.

In a rare fit of deference, he opts not to hold this against her. She is mortal. 

And, he thinks, perhaps…there is a touch of guilt coloring their interactions. Tav is sick because of him. She scrubs at her nose, shivering near the window. She’s found a blanket to wrap herself in, but it does little to cut the infernal chill still seeping into her marrow. Cania’s cold was unlike anything else across the planes. And still, she’d braved it for his benefit. 

“Come here, little mouse,” he says. Tav turns to him, brow furrowing at his tone. It’s softer than he’d like to admit, and he will attribute it to exhaustion if she asks. It wouldn’t be a lie. 

“I’m tired, Raphael.”

“Justifiably. But,” Raphael holds out his hand. “You’re liable to catch your death, my dear. Cania is an unforgiving place.” 

“The fire…” 

“Holds no sway. You will struggle to chase away its touch even here, safely tucked away on the Prime Material. I offer a reprieve.” 

“After everything, I don’t know if I’ll be able to afford your price.” She stands, shaking badly. There’s a touch of blue on her cheeks. He loathes the woefully mortal half of him, softened by the sight of her. It is charmed, even as the devil longs to tear her apart. 

“Then call it tribute. I find myself…in a rare position. I have taken great pains never to be in another’s debt.” Raphael sets his hands on her shoulder. The way her breath catches doesn’t escape him. Her eyes flick down to his lips. The devil shakes his head. “It is not a role I welcome.” 

She smiles, relaxing under his touch. “Raphael, you don’t owe me anything. I…” she chews her lips, turning into his touch. His fingers skate down her throat, over her collarbone, chasing away Cania’s chill. “I wanted to help. You’re important to me.”

He chuckles, hands skating down to her hips. He catches the hem of her shirt and drags it over her head. Tav doesn’t resist. The silly creature’s eyes glitter with trust and naked affection. It is maddening. “You should never supply that information freely, mouse. It comes at a cost.” 

“I’m not a devil,” Tav mumbles. “I want you to know.”

Raphael raises a brow. She helps him strip her. The cambion snaps his fingers to undress himself. And if the adventurer flushes a violent red, her gaze pointedly averted, he ignores it. This isn’t about that. It’s gratitude. 

He walks her back towards the single bed. Tav stares at him, eyes wide and wanting. He allows her to settle back among the pillows before stretching over her. Raphael settles between her legs, humming until she wraps herself around him. Tav tucks her face in his throat, shivering, clinging to him. The cambion is warmer than any mortal, and his infernal nature chases away Cania’s infernal chill. It bends to him. 

And if they drift off to sleep like this, tangled together, who can fault them? It’s practicality, he’ll argue. It’s calling the debt due. 

These excuses will come later. For now, there’s heat and silence. 

[fandomtrash-16]

that one panel in the noland flashback has been eating at me for months, and the sillies are on their way to Elbaf, so like. never a better time to post my god headcanons

/their designs were made before Egghead finished so like, any inaccuracies are due to that, sorry//

little fun facts and doodles below:

Ohma (Ohm-ma), Nika, and Aamaru (Ah-ma-rue) are major gossips. Often they'll gather in the gardens and relay stories about themselves or other things between each other. Nika often has the weirdest stories, while Aamaru has the most dramatic.

Rudahn (Rue-dan, like Dadan) is the eldest of the divine four, and is the most strict. (Think of a school Principal) Nika is his polar opposite, and the two often get into arguments, as Rudahn thinks Nika's behavior is unfitting of a God. Nika thinks him controlling.

Nika and Ohma like to garden together :) His rooms in his temples/castle are eternally sunny, so she borrows them for her plants

Aamaru has a proper big dragon/sea serpent form!! ....but I'm still working on it,, He is based on Amaru, which is a sacred serpent from Incan mythology!

the whole "Sun god Nika of Elbaf" thing makes me think that maybe Nika's giant form is his normal size, but I like to think he prefers being in such a small form. easier to party!

part of Ohma's hair is actually vines! she uses them to hold up her hair in a partial bun, and she likes to weave flowers onto them

confession: I love @/orange-artist 's god AU so much, like Astrus and Tsuisu are canon to me, so if these sillies were a part of that AU then Aamaru, despite being a god himself, would actually worship Tsuisu. (bc yknow, mink.)

the fact that the joyboy silhouette (not from egghead) looks almost identical to Nika's silhouette but without the boa has led to my personal belief that the first 'Joyboy' was just Nika coming back to cause problems (Imu hates him so much)

Nika has two human (mortal) friends: Veras, his personal attendant and Ashira, a wandering scholar. (because I can)

^ i also have some bare concepts for the ocean as a god, because the fact there's a character tag on ao3 for it is just too good, and also its literally so important to the story and it being alive is just AUUH

my ramblings are probably all over the place but i hope they make enough sense shsbdn

[soullessjack]

ok ive said this before but it’s literally so crazy and silly to me that jack has such wildly contrasting personality traits. i’m saying it weird bc it’s 3am and im fighting hunger with sriracha cheese and a candy cane but like. you have this guy who’s textually canonically whatever-ally super sweet and deeply empathetic and emotional and intuitive, right. who truly and earnestly more than anything in the world just wants to prove his worth and help people and figure himself out and be liked for who he is (whoever that is, anyways). kind of unexpected given his father but like it’s better than the alternative and super convenient too, so who’s complaining.

but then some kind of dire situation happens and all the people this guy’s decided are his friends family and collective responsibility are in mortal danger and whatnot, and suddenly it’s like a mental switch got flipped or something. suddenly he’s all gung-ho and commando and attempting full-on vengeful murder, nearly strangling someone to death, violently refusing to listen to reason. can’t be snapped out of it until he gets six shots fired into his back and he’s too stunned to be angry anymore.

he’s ashamed to have lost control so severely and come scarily close to hurting an innocent, kind of recluses himself emotionally after that but I’m sure he’s fine. and the attempted murder honestly isn’t half as bad, especially when he’s dusting all your opps for you free of charge, but now that teeny vengeful streak is popping up in torture form. the deeply emotional deeply empathetic intuitive sweet guy who’s so sweet his grandma calls him sweetheart and so fiercely loyal it kind of scares the folks he’s loyal to kiinnndaaa has a penchant for enacting torturing on his slash your enemies. ..

Like,just a little exertion of pressure on the bad dude, doesn’t even seem too bad until his eyes and ears start bleeding… oh now he’s breaking and contorting a man’s skeleton and grilling him into an unrecognizable smoking red meat lump.. ok. kind of concerning but since they’re your enemy you can’t really object to it or anything like that, but you also can’t help but think if it was anyone else …and then before you can even process the horror of it all it’s like another switch got flipped in his brain bc he’s back to his excitable-puppy-dog self like nothing even happened?

Like he didn’t just remind you of what he could do to anyone if he just decides to do it? He sees your fear and instantly knows why but he’s trying so hard to reassure you that he’d never do the to you guys bc He Loves You Soo Much and you still love him too sort of but you can’t help feeling a little trapped by that statement

[pavlovianfuckery]

throw me down the stairs but sexually

A/N: Re-uploading all my fics after having a slight mental breakdown and deleting everything so this is kind of old, but bone apple tea and all that anyway

AO3

The Master-masterlist

Fandom Masterlist

Summary: Just indulging Dreams shitty little power fantasy so he'll feel better, because why not?

Pairing: Dream/F!Reader

Notes: Kind of rough sex, a dash of boot licking for my mental health, no use of y/n

Length: 1900~ words

When your usually gentle lover had brought the request to you, it had taken you by surprise. He was always so considerate, rarely asking anything for himself, and the nature of the request itself gave you pause. You had given up control to him before with no hesitation, but this would be different.

"This will not be gentle. This will not be tender. This will break you," he'd cautioned you, wanting you to be sure what you were agreeing to. The thought of refusing never crossed your mind, not really. You'd seen the cold fury he'd directed at those who had wronged him before, and you couldn't deny the illicit thrill it had brought you. The thought of even a sliver of that being directed at you, even as make-believe, made your stomach twist. His parting words echo in your mind even now.

"I do not wish to truly harm you," he had said, covering your hands with his. "Should you at any point need me to stop, simply call out the word "nightmare" and it will end, no questions asked."

But that was days ago. After he'd left you had paced your quarters, equal parts aroused and afraid. Not knowing when it would happen compounded the feeling until you felt like you were walking on eggshells, ever vigilant of an encounter that never seemed to come.

⁂

Sprawled across the throne irreverently you admire the huge windows, trying to distract yourself from your racing thoughts, doing your best not to fidget. 

"What exactly do you think you are doing?" 

Not hearing him come in you startle badly, nearly falling from your perch with an undignified yelp. 

"Christ! Don't sneak up on me like that!" You feel a bit silly, but won't let that deter you as you blink at him, feigning ignorance. "I'm allowed to sit, aren't I?"

"Get down from there or I will remove you," he warns, tone venomous as he glares down at you.

"Or what?" You cross your arms defiantly, chin high. "Not like you could do anything. This is just a dream, nothing here is real anyway."

Not deigning to respond, he simply clamps his hand across the back of your neck and gives it a warning squeeze.

"Move."

Glaring at him you do something potentially stupid and swing at him. Despite missing quite badly it goads him on, and before you know it he has you on the floor in an undignified heap at his feet. Squirming experimentally, you try to get up, but he doesn't let you. Instead, you feel the weight of his boot settle on your back, keeping you down as lust coils low in your belly.

"Does this feel real to you, little mortal?"

He hums thoughtfully, watching you wriggle and swear, adjusting his stance until his other boot is in front of your face.

"Maybe this is where you truly belong, at my feet." He nudges your cheek with the tip of his boot, smirking slightly as you flinch away. "You should put that foul mouth to better use."

You start struggling in earnest, indignant. "You can't be serious!"

"Do not doubt that I can make you do it, because I will."

The faint taste of boot polish is acrid in your mouth. Thankfully the task is a fairly short one even though he makes you do both of them, not letting you stop until the smooth leather is shining with saliva. He yanks you roughly to your knees by the back of the neck, with no regard for your comfort, making you splutter.

"I suppose that was a passable effort," he rasps, and despite the almost bored-sounding delivery, you can tell that he's enjoying watching you debase yourself.

Dragging you to your feet he pushes you up against the cold stone of the throne, your struggling no match for his sinewy strength, maneuvering you with ease until you're bent over the armrest. The sharp stab of arousal at the rough treatment almost makes you feel sick. He grinds up against you, his growing erection pressing into your backside.

"How about this, is this real enough for you?"

Not bothering to wait for a response he simply rucks your dress up, the fabric bunching around your waist. Not giving up that easily you fight against him until he simply twists one of your arms behind your back, making your shoulder twinge uncomfortably.

"You humans are all the same," he sneers, holding you down, "not one of you realizing how little you truly matter."

Straining against his grip your breaths echo in the empty hall as he grinds himself against you, nearly driving you onto the tips of your toes.

"Tell me, what purpose could you possibly serve, if not this?"

"Let me go!" Surprisingly he's actually got you working up a bit of a sweat now, and you don't bother holding back from yelling. After one last attempt of wrenching yourself free fails, you do the only thing you can think of.

The kick doesn't really connect, glancing off his leg, but it catches him off guard, making him loosen his grip just enough for you to wiggle loose. You bolt in the direction of the stairs, fully intending to make him chase you, but he manages to grab the hem of your dress, making you stumble and fall, pulling him down with you. Thankfully you only roll down a handful of steps, but it still knocks the breath out of you. Somehow he landed further down and you see your chance to get away, scrambling back towards the top ungracefully on your hands and knees.

Too slow. He grabs hold of your leg, hand around your ankle like a snare, unyielding. Satisfied that he's caught you he wastes no time crawling over you until you're trapped between him and the stairs. Caged by his arms, his coat covers you both like a shroud, its warmth almost oppressive. Your final attempt to get away is half-hearted at best and he simply presses you down with his whole body, making the marble dig into your ribs nearly to the point of bruising.

"Why do you fight me?" The softness of his lips against the side of your face is almost making you forget all about your little game as he pulls your now torn dress out of the way. "It will not save you."

Still struggling to catch your breath you don't hear him undo his fly, but you certainly feel it as he spreads your wetness around with the tip of his cock. He teases you mercilessly until you all but melt into him, angling your hips to try and get him inside you faster, but to no avail. He doesn't acknowledge your frustrated little whines until you think you might actually start crying. When he speaks, his breath is warm against your ear, his words making you tremble.

"Ask for it. Beg your king to make it hurt."

"Don't be gentle." It barely sounds like you, it's too quiet and the words hang in the air, dripping desperation, but you don't even care anymore.

"Please don't be gentle. I want to feel you even after I wake up."

You're not sure if that's what he wanted to hear, but it seems to be enough. He thrusts into you, making you howl incoherently as he bottoms out in one merciless stroke. It's raw and hot and so damn good, the sheer ruthlessness of it making your mind go fuzzy at the edges. Not letting you rest for even a moment, he trails his hand up your exposed neck before grabbing your chin firmly, forcing you to look right at the empty throne as he takes you.

"Never forget," his usually smooth voice is almost reduced to a snarl as he pushes into you again and again, "that you are beneath me."

His words might have hurt you at some other point in time, but by now you're too far gone. You try snaking a hand down to touch yourself as the sharp pleasure coils tighter inside of you, all it would take is just a tiny nudge...

And he grabs your wrist, pulling your hand back up and pinning it down at shoulder level, his grip like iron as you can't help but mewl in frustration.

"You think you deserve to come?" He slams into you so hard that black spots float across your vision, making you wince as pain briefly overrides pleasure, pulling you back from the brink.

"You will come like this or not at all," His tone leaves no room for bargaining as he drives into you, angling himself just so, leaving your walls fluttering around him as you teeter right on the edge. What eventually pushes you over is the brush of his lips against the side of your neck, tongue darting out to lap at the droplets of sweat there, tasting you.

The intensity of it leaves you mute, barely able to breathe, and you almost do buck him off of you this time without even meaning to. As you tighten around him it's his turn to moan, barely able to keep himself from spending right then and there, self-control hanging by the thinnest thread. He manages to hold back though, not letting you off easy, giving you what feels like only a few short moments of respite.

"Again."

You briefly panic. You can't, it's too much, there is just no way. But your entire world is reduced to the way he feels inside you, hitting every sweet spot with inhuman focus, possessing you utterly. It's almost painful and you can't get enough, if he could crawl under your fucking skin you'd let him, and oh. 

As violent and sudden as your last orgasm was this one is slow and dragged out. It feels like it might never end as he fucks you through it, his pace soon faltering as he pushes as deep as he can go, spilling into you with an almost broken sound.

When you finally catch your breath and manage to mostly stop shaking, he folds the dreamscape around you both until you're in his bed, the softness of it a welcome balm after the hard stone of the stairs. Cradling you in his arms like the most precious of treasures, he holds you to his chest, neither of you entirely sure what to say so you simply lay there together, breathing in each other. Eventually, uncertainty gets the better of you, breaking the silence.

"Was I...did I do alright?" Despite everything, you're unable to keep worry out of your voice. "I hope I didn't disappoint you."

"You did very well," He assures you, covering your face in the tenderest kisses, "This exercise has been...cathartic. You really are too good to me, my love." 

Brushing away the tears you hadn't even noticed falling, he goes on, "I can only hope that this has not made you doubt my feelings for you. After all, that was never my intention."

His words assuage any fears you might have had as exhaustion creeps in, making your eyelids droop. You burrow into his chest, needing to be closer to him in every way you can.

"Would you please just...hold me? Until I wake up?"

He does, letting you cling to him until morning arrives and you slip back into the waking world, to your own empty bed.

⁂

The Master-masterlist

Fandom Masterlist

If you liked this spicy snack even a little, please consider supporting your local smut-slinger and hitting the reblog button on the way out, perhaps even drop a comment if you're feeling generous, it really helps with the motivation side of things a lot!

[sunderingstars]

☆━━━━━ ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☾ ◯ ☽₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ ━━━━━━☆

✩ ‧₊˚ ⌞ CHOOSE YOUR FIGHTER! ⌝

sampo analysis m.list

— a silly little overview of different "sampos" i find interesting

— not meant to be taken super seriously or canonically, but can tie in to some of the theories i have

— in the true spirit of elation, these aren't hills i'm willing to die on, just ones that are fun to play around with :3

— feel free to use for writing/art inspiration!

— i add to this periodically as new sampos catch my eye!

— word count: 3k (good lord)

— 🎭s indicate aha!sampo

☆━━━━━ ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☾ ◯ ☽₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ ━━━━━━☆

🎭 sampo "midlife crisis" koski

— at risk of losing his aeon/emanatorhood

— doesn’t find anything funny anymore

— tired of being behind the scenes

— becoming a buzzkill (having “lines” he won’t cross)

— taking drastic measures to improve his quality of life (fucking off to a random ass snow planet to scam people)

note: may lead to a villain arc — sampo "renewed vigor" koski — in which he remembers why he used to love tormenting people, conquers his midlife crisis, and returns to pure elated insanity. this is bad for everyone involved for obvious reasons

🎭 sampo "how're you gonna win if you never take any risks?" koski

— aha took drastic measures to secure their success, either through memory erasure, mortal transformation, giving up power, or all three

— under the radar, civilian aha

— trying to circumvent “destiny” through delusional self-confidence

— enter sampo i mean aha i mean sampo i mean aha i mean s

sampo "ceaseless watcher's special little boy" koski

— not aha but aha definitely likes him

— perhaps an avatar or emanator of some sort

— whether he likes aha or not is up for debate

— can easily turn into sampo "ceaseless watcher get their ass" koski, in which sampo becomes a little too fond of invoking his status as aha's favorite to accomplish his own goals

alternate possibility: he’s aha’s favorite due to his pathetic nature and slutty hip windows, he just doesn’t know it. he thinks his luck is due to his own talent & skill (it is literally outside eldritch forces beyond his control)

sampo "close enough" koski

— not an actual aeon, but rather a vessel for aha’s power or consciousness on varying levels

— perhaps akin to caelus/stelle being a stellaron receptacle

sampo "let's get you back to bed grandpa" koski

— the wear and tear of a long life has taken its toll on him

— despite the infinity of time, he has become out-of-sync with newer masked fools members, who regard him as an “old timer”

— isn’t shown much respect, and is frequently asked why he isn’t as cool as he used to be

— also know as sampo "L + ratio + fell off" koski

— “peaked in high school” energy

— can be either aha, emanator, or similar high status

🎭 sampo "in rehab" koski

— aeonic existence isn’t easy and can, in fact, take a toll on those that ascend from human forms

— he finally decided that maybe he should make a change

— and has thus embarked on a healing journey

— therapeutic exercises include: scamming people, starting pyramid schemes, selling artifacts on the black market, and more!

sampo "ultimate dealmaker" koski

— in a contract or some sort of deal with aha in exchange for power, money, or a combination or the two

— possession? who knows

🎭 sampo "i'm not mad i'm just disappointed" koski

— doesn’t understand why his children have strayed so far

— “where did i go wrong? why do they think this is funny? do they even care about the worm?”

— has the energy of an exasperated parent watching his kids flush car keys down the toilet again

🎭 sampo "horrified creator" koski

— aha & the masks have outgrown their creator (sampo) and have gone off to do their own aeonic thing, leaving him behind

— he thinks it’s all insane, actually, and he’s very disappointed and very tired

— trying to pick up the pieces of whatever mayhem the aha!masks cause

— aha!masks keep him around for fun

— “i should never have laughed at that goddamn baby”

sampo "me and aha kiss on the weekends" koski

— just a silly little guy who has somehow wormed his way into the heart of an eldritch being

— in it for the mind-bending sex

sampo "blasphemy" koski

— technically affiliated with the masked fools but doesn’t subscribe to their beliefs

— thinks aha is a load of horseshit but needs to keep up with what they’re doing to circumvent it

— may have been formerly in a high-ranking position, or just another guy with a mask

— aha probably wronged him or did some fucked up shit in the past and now he has a vendetta

🎭 sampo "stole my fucking thunder" koski

— someone stole aha’s power. that’s it

— sampo is salty

— 10/10 betrayal plot

potential inverse: he’s the one stealing aha’s power

sampo "my boss sucks and i want to quit" koski

— tired, overworked employee of the masked fools

— views aha as a sort of fucked up insane ceo that he wants nothing to do with but is unfortunately contractually obligated to work for

— wants to start a union

🎭 sampo "next in line" koski

— can also branch into sampo "formerly in line" koski or sampo "abdication" koski

— wherein aha’s power or masks are akin to titles or positions that are passed down between different people, somewhat akin to how “crowns” and “kings” work

— in this case, sampo would either be currently in line for this power, formerly in line for this power, or has actually been in power but abdicated or otherwise lost/gave up/moved on from his position

— this could be natural or otherwise

note: this does not have to be solely for aha, this kind of power transfer could work for other high-ranking positions like emanator or organization leader

🎭 sampo "this price was too steep..." koski

— got a bit cocky and wagered his aeonhood

— is now in a Not Great position

sampo "i hate owing people things" koski

— owes aha one

— does not like owing people things

— doing whatever he needs to cancel out the debt

🎭 sampo "i was crazy back then lol" koski

— the universe’s idea of aha writ large is based on an outdated version of their personality

— this always annoys sampo because he has to be constantly reminded of his insane college days before he mellowed out

— the type to reminisce over wine and say “yeah that worm thing was wild. i was crazy back then huh”

🎭 sampo "committed to the bit" koski

— one of my personal favorites

— became mortal as a joke

— ended up liking it a little too much

— doesn’t really want to go back

sampo "worm on a string" koski

— what is a man if not just another omniscient worm destined for tragedy?

— he’s a puppet, basically

— & he just gets wormed around like he’s on a string

— hence the name

— another one of aha’s classic cosmic jokes

🎭 sampo "one of many" koski

— ties into my split consciousness theory

— aha split their personality into multiple people (either as a joke or for a bigger reason) and sampo is one of those pieces

🎭 sampo "yeah i heard aha was super cool and hot and sexy and smart and did i mention sexy" koski

— big fan of the rumor mill

— can’t help but try to win people over to the elation even when he’s supposed to be laying low

— he’s not fooling anyone. just yesterday serval watched him laugh until he cried because a kid dropped their ice cream. he is not slick

🎭 sampo "reverted to babey" koski

— someway, somehow, aha got reverted back to who they were before they ascended to aeonhood

— now sampo is just really fucking confused (and annoyed because mortal life is pretty annoying)

sampo "character creation screen" koski

— aha just had a silly goofy lil day & wanted to create a guy

— so they did

— sampo acts as a kind of controlled character who’s self-aware about his position as a playable character

— or alternatively he was turned loose with no purpose scaramouche-style and is now just fucking around doing whatever

sampo "failed clone" koski

— obligatory clone theory

— aha tried to clone themself. it wasn’t as funny as they wanted

— sampo is the result

— aha realizing sampo was a bit of a buzzkill: “i don’t want to play with you anymore”

🎭 sampo "vicarious existence" koski

— part of the split consciousness theory

— aha sectioned off or created a part of themself that can live in a way they can’t (i.e. have free will beyond the elation)

— similar to the focalors/furina situation in genshin

sampo "trojan horse" koski

— is his own person, under the impression he has free will, but is being used as an unknowing vehicle for eventual Big Aha Moment

🎭 sampo "can't remember shit" koski

— he forgor :((

— used to be aha but doesn’t know that

— most likely erased his own memory in order to accomplish a planned endgame

🎭 sampo "you don't wanna see me when i transform" koski

— dual consciousness theory

— sampo koski as a human is much more rational and reasonable than eldritch-form aha

— sampo likes to stay as sampo as much as possible because he doesn’t like what he becomes when he changes forms

— may lead to a tragic arc where, in order to defend belobog, he reverts to his aeonic form knowing he won’t be able to transform back

sampo "lmao got you" koski

— all signs pointing towards aeon or emanator status are red herrings

— he’s just really good at gaslighting to get what he wants

sampo "whoops i got attached" koski

— fucked off to belobog for whatever reason

— got surprisingly attached

— belobog now has an extremely powerful entity/protector without even knowing it

— “it’s just a weird insane little place. very charming” — sampo, probably

🎭 sampo "elias bouchard" koski

— just a shell for aha, jonah magnus style

— used to be his own person, but got yoinked along the way

🎭 sampo "5d mind chess" koski

— knows exactly what he’s been doing from the beginning

— strategic placement on belobog to meet the trailblazer

— has done a damn good job of coming off as “normal pathetic scammer mcgee” to distract from larger plans

🎭 sampo "just like everyone else" koski

— for whatever reason, aha is insistent that they be treated just like any other member of the masked fools; same rules, same hierarchy, everything

— this results in everyone looking at him weirdly but not saying anything and trying to strike up casual conversation with their literal aeon

sampo "gimme your eldritch money" koski

— the final form of scammers everywhere

— he’s scammed everyone he possibly can, and now there’s only one thing left: to scam an aeon

— chooses aha + the masked fools because there’s a good chance he’ll get stuff just because aha is amused with him

— tries to link aha up with a pyramid scheme

sampo "you should see me in a crown" koski

— either on a delusional self-confident power trip or gunning for aha’s power

— can be aha, emanator, or other high-ranking position, but aha works the best if sampo wants to go all the way up the ladder

— thinks he’s the best ever and can never fail, pairs well with “5d mind chess” sampo like fine wine

— drunk on power/worship

🎭 sampo "wine aunt" koski

— also known as sampo "washed up aeon" koski

— he’s out of the limelight, whether that means he passed on his power, had it taken from him in a free for all, or just wants to retire, and now he’s kicking back with a margarita and enthralling the belobog locals with “hypothetical” scenarios that are actually crazy mind-bending stories from his glory days

— he’s not as great as he used to be, nor does he have the power of a full-fledged aeon anymore, but belobog appreciates him all the same (goes hand in hand with sampo "just like everyone else" koski)

— “geez yeah, ix is so annoying. such a buzzkill, really, that guy even hates knock-knock jokes. i mean, who hates knock-knock jokes? … hypothetically, of course.” — sampo, probably

🎭 sampo "zhongli the funeral consultant" koski

— aha is secretly “dead” but no one knows

— perhaps the masked fools know, but either way sampo has either already faked his death, is currently doing it, or is planning to in the future

— he just wants to retire man, and if that means he has to “fall” then so be it

sampo "just a silly guy" koski

— there is actually nothing special to this man at all

— he’s just a guy. just a silly little guy

— aha is laughing at all of us for even making theories about him

sampo "aha jr." koski

— sampo is a doll created by aha like in the simulated universe occurrence, having the same appearance as aha’s human form and sharing personality & path attributes

— most likely wants to break away from the elation’s influence but doesn’t know how

— views aha as a really fucked up dad

sampo "oh my god i'm in a cult" koski

— raised in the masked fools, didn’t realize how batshit insane they were until a Formative Traumatic Event occurred and he went “oh.. oh no…..”

— estranged from most of the members but still deals with them in the way you do when you hate your family but have to put up with them at holiday dinners

— maybe got to a high position of power before, but left when he realized it wasn’t good for him

sampo "partners in crime" koski

— him & aha are friends, besties even

— knows the risks of working with an aeon but can’t say no when that much money is involved

🎭 sampo "for funsies" koski

— if aha can give the entire universe’s knowledge to a worm for fun, then by god they can give all of their power and aeonhood to a silly little guy randomly for no reason whatsoever (especially if he doesn’t want it)

— constantly fighting against increasingly powerful eldritch control

— “young god”

— canon in my heart

sampo "reality tv" koski

— part of the vicarious emanator theory

— aha gave him all their power and basically watches him like a reality show

— *pokes sampo with a stick* “hey why aren’t you doing anything” — aha, probably

— constant voyeurism

sampo "communism" koski

— part of the dual consciousness and vicarious emanator theories

— one of aha’s emanators that they share their entire path with

— “our” power

— perhaps some sort of memory or consciousness sharing

sampo "horse girl" koski

— “but your dream is to be an emanator”

— “no that’s your dream dad, not mine”

🎭 sampo "aeons anonymous" koski

— aeon in rehabilitation

— wants to start a former aeon support group

🎭 sampo "power receptacle" koski

— in which the masks function as the true “aha” and sampo has given them up or put them away for safekeeping

— “sparkle please please i’m so serious just let me put it back on once. no seriously only once i promise i won’t go insane like last time i’ll be so normal it’ll only be for five minutes please” — sampo, probably

sampo "one-sided hate boner" koski

— man absolutely hates aha (probably for backstory reasons)

— aha doesn’t care at best and at worst thinks it’s really really funny

— “you burned my house to the ground!”

— “🤷”

— “my family is dead!”

— “🤷”

— bonus points if aha makes him an emanator or something

sampo "significant annoyance" koski

— dedicated to being as annoying as possible to aha, whether out of spite, a vendetta, or sheer interest

— aha finds this funny so they let him stick around

— “he graffitied my mask with a bunch of dicks and it took me years to get it off. isn’t he just the greatest little guy?” — aha, probably

sampo "god's silliest soldier" koski

— aha gives their hardest battles to their silliest soldiers

— and that is sampo

sampo "true wild card" koski

— he’s not aha, an emanator, or any higher status

— he is quite literally just That Good as a regular human being

🎭 sampo "cosmic irony" koski

— “man, it sure would suck to be aha the aeon of elation. glad i don’t have to deal with that. i love being mortal”

— “🎭🎉👀”

— “HOW DID YOU GET IN MY HOUSE”

sampo "cult leader" koski

— humility is a facade

— “lines” he won’t cross are a facade

— everything is for the purpose of appearing like the perfect leader (or candidate for leader)

— secretly the most insane out of anyone

sampo "secret agent man" koski

— doing aha’s bidding willingly

— a goon. a henchman even

sampo "tainted love" koski

— aha isn’t the most healthy person to be around, on account of the ten billion cosmic torments jokes they throw around on a daily basis

— guinea pig sampo is TIRED

sampo "sacrificial lamb" koski

— may or may not be aware of his sacrificial status

— created or being manipulated into a position where he becomes collateral for aha doing whatever the fuck they wanna do

sampo "impromptu therapist" koski

— the receiver of many rants and complaints unrelated to him within the masked fools

— becomes the “advice friend” even though this man should never be trusted for reliable advice

— but surprisingly he is the most reliable within the masked fools

sampo "sanest masked fool" koski

— just a long-suffering member of an organization whose followers are some of the most insane people you’ll ever meet

— permanent eye bags for having to put up with them

🎭 sampo "michael distortion" koski

— he was a regular guy once, but ended up absorbing aha’s eldritch power one way or another

— potential assimilation into one form

— aha didn’t expect the joke to joke back

sampo "court jester" koski

— similar to "ceaseless watcher's special little boy"

— the king’s (aha’s) favorite little jester

— and also they make out sometimes

— has a semblance of protection afforded to him by being the favorite (he uses this to his advantage)

— “jester’s privilege”

sampo "try me" koski

— aha is physically keeping tabs on the trailblazer

— sampo is too, but only to swat aha’s hand away like a kid reaching into a cookie jar

— usually a mad dash to see who gets there first

— leads to many situations where they make tense eye contact across the street or smth

— subsists off of pure spite & annoyance

🎭 sampo "favored of humanity" koski

— aha is one of the aeons closest with humanity, and has such developed a more “mortal” frame of mind over time

— eventually if you spend enough time around mortals you might just turn back into one

🎭 sampo "hedonist" koski

— why is he doing any of this? who knows

— who can possibly understand the machinations of what an aeon finds funny

— eldritch humor beyond our comprehension

🎭 sampo "cosplayer extraordinaire" koski

— “so this is my humansona his name is sampo koski he likes scamming people and has slutty slutty hip windows”

— likes to stay in character as much as possible

— kinda like playing a dnd character 24/7

sampo "long-suffering host" koski

— somewhat dual consciousness theory

— aha is just up there, and sampo has to listen to their annoying ass constantly

— can be a joke, chill possession scenario, or necessity for aha due to external circumstances

— may be a side effect of emanator status, or may just be another Classic Cosmic Joke™

sampo "unwilling hierophant" koski

— informercial: how would YOU like to receive PERSONAL and INCESSANT psychic messages from eldritch forces beyond your comprehension?

— “geez ew no”

— infomercial: is that a YES?

— “no”

— infomercial: thank you for signing up for our FREE TRIAL service!

— “wait no”

— infomercial: text "NO PLEASE STOP NO" to 69420 to UNSUBSCRIBE from the Laughter’s FREE psychic telepathy service

— “NO PLEASE STOP NO”

— phone: thank you for subscribing to our LIFETIME PLAN of FREE, UNCEASING, TORMENTING visions from AHA THE ELATION. please enjoy your COMPLIMENTARY descent into insanity!

— “god fucking damnit”

sampo "vacant apartment" koski

— possession receptacle that’s no longer in use and is left up to his own devices

sampo "moved to iceland and became a sheep herder" koski

— living off the grid

— only came back because something bad is gonna happen to belobog

— can be aha, emanator, or other high-ranking position

🎭 sampo "undercover boss" koski

— keeping tabs on the masked fools because they’re fanatical

— “what the hell guys this is not what i want” — sampo, probably

— they say or do something and he’s just like “not funny. didn’t laugh”

— y’know when people say “if jesus came down to earth, he’d be disappointed at what people are doing in his name” — yea that’s sampo but like for real

— damage control

☆━━━━━ ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☾ ◯ ☽₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ ━━━━━━☆

© written by sunderingstars. do not copy, repost, translate, modify, or claim my work as your own.