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[yey56]

HARLEY SAWYER X PSYCHOLOGIST READER

After Harley being turned into the system of Playtime co

After the hour of Joy, both Sawyer and you got separated and while he was secured to a system and manage to strike a deal with the prototype, you were still human and very much in danger.

After what happened Sawyer became more obsessive, more paranoid. Searching for you through every camera and sending Yarnaby to expeditions to try and find you.

Harley and you were basically the only ones who had interacted with Yarnaby so far so the yarn lion knew you pretty well and was happy to search for you.

But really, the doctor searched for your presence in every camera, every sensor detector. Hell he even started setting traps for Doey because he though he would know were you are.

Of course, you were hiding in places with no camera because of the less amount of toys that lived in that areas. Therefore, much safer.

You would try to go upstairs again to search for food and for Harley, or at least of what happened to him. Of course you found nothing since there was not really that much time for paperwork after your stunt.

You only found a black tape with the title "the doctor" in it but so far you haven't found any system to plug it in so you can watch it.

And Harley, well, unlike you he has all the information of Playtime Co at his very whim.

When he is not searching for you or trying to hunt the remaining of Doeys group, he look at your files. Your photos before entering the company in your curriculum vitae; the ones when you were working in the company, some of which you are accompanied by him and other researchers; and the ones of the recent days before the hour of joy.

Talking about Doey, he also searched for you, scared for your well being. He knew you would go alone and even if he doubt the doctor would purposely harm you, he knew others will.

The children are just worried for their adoptive parent friend

You weren't aware yet of what Sawyer had been turned into. But you were aware that whatever living creature in this factory was a potential threat to you. That's the reason you tried to save every bullet of the only gun you had.

You would sometimes remember some of Harley's habits. Like for example his insistence of not eating sweet pickles. You remembered how, one day you went to get food for the food of you per his request and picked to burgers.

When you came back to the office to eat your dinner and started to bite in the food Harley made a unpleased look.

Do they have pickles in it?- he asked disgusted- I swear I cannot stand this things. So horribly disgusting...

Oh, yeah sorry, I didn't know. You can give them to me if you don't like them. I love them so theres no problem.- you responded, playing down the pickle problem

He loocked at you, frowning. With the plastic fork that was next to him he withdrew the remaining pickles on his burger and gave them to you.

Of course now that Harley knew you in fact like those pickles then he would ask for them in your food when it was his turn to go upstairs and pick your lunches.

Members of the stuff were absolutely amused when they saw Dr Harley Sawyer up on the cafeteria, he almost never ventured to the upper levels. And they were even more amused when he asked not for one but two lunches and one of them with pickles.

After a former assistant of his was fired for adding sweet pickles in his lunch almost everyone in the company new for his aversion for that food.

You didn't knew that then but most of the stuff at Playtime Co just guessed that the second lunch was for you so they assumed you both were dating or seeing each other.

Other thing you didn't know was how, after being turned into a computer system, Harley wouldn't stop asking the other employees for you. What had they done to you, if you had been relocated or if you had been "taken care off"

The only one who responded to him was Leith, who wasted no time bragging about your new relocation and how you were growing in your new job.

Also, Leith made sure to tell the rest of the employees to not tell Sawyer about you asking about him. And of course not to say a word to you about the new "AI" assistant.

Sometimes you felt a little bit dumb, remembering all of this now. Most possible situation was that Harley was already dead. And surely it would be your fault.

But Harley also thought the same thing of the memories he was holding on to. So yeah basically mutual pinning over each other. This is my definition of a long distance relationship.

And addressing the hour of joy... Poppy doesn't really know what yo think about you. Sure you have freed them but why? She doesn't know if to trust you but believes you are a better option than the doctor so if the situations ever comes she could be able to work with you.

When the doctor got himself a body (those robots with TV heads) he felt nude in some way. Even though he was only metal and cables.

To solve this he took some old lab coats to make himself a cover. The only lab coat he kept intact was yours. He found a way to incorporate it on his new coat. The pin with your name still on it.

And strangely you have done something similar. You found Harley's old lab coat while exploring the company searching for food. Resting in his old office chair. You put it on and took it with you. It was bigger than you but hey, long coats never get old. Sure,.you had to roll up the sleeves but nothing that can't be solved.

This one is shorter than usual but I'm working on chap 3 so I wanted to drop this off first. Thanks for the support. All of you are amazing and deserve the best. 🥰😭

-Unedited head cannons-

I made some updates in chap 2 because I wanted reader to spend some time wondering were Sawyer might be

[count-on-mi]

Twice Interactive Story Part 13 Sorry, goodbye (Nayeon, Mina)

After the sex you mind have become clear again, you trying to figure out how to handle your relationship with all the women, Mina and Sana only have connection with you in office, all you need to aware is Tzuyu, you don't know what she will do.

On the other hand, Nayeon, Momo and Jihyo is more complicated. You know you love Nayeon, but you also don't wanna let go of others, not before they decide to leave you.

I spend a little bit of time thinking. I want to make things right but it would take a lot of time to do so. For now, I'll talk to Nayeon about what we should do. Only being able to interact with her on weekends is tough, and not enough for me. At the same time I also don't want her to drop her career.

You have plenty of things that you want to talk with Nayeon, you really wanna figure out how to make things work out again. Perhaps tonight you can have a date with Nayeon, and make use of her holiday.

You want to text Nayeon that you wanna go out with her to dinner, as it's not so convenient to talk about it at home especially Jihyo is here. You then start to worry about will Nayeon know what happens last night.

I put that thought out of my mind and send Nayeon the text asking if she could go out tonight.

Nayeon replies immediately that she is happy to go out with you tonight. You then search for some restaurants that you could bring her to and plan what you two are gonna do tonight.

Mina is still sleeping on the sofa even after you have bought lunch for her, you slowly caressing her cheek and admiring her beauty, Mina was woken up by you, she raises her arms and tries to hug you. 'Morning boss.'

Mina is sitting on your lap again, naked, waiting for you to feed her. Mina is keep talking, but your mind is thinking about Nayeon, so you did not pay attention to Mina.

'Boss, are you listening to me?' Mina slightly bit your ear and looking not so happy. She catches your hand that playing with her ass to make your grab her tighter, and starts grinding your cock a bit faster, You raise your head to the sky from this pleasure.

Mina looks at you again, 'Boss, you haven't fuck me today, can I finish it in lunch time?'

"I'm sorry Mina, I just have a lot on my mind right now but if you want, I'd be more than happy to fuck you."

'Boss, maybe fucking me can help you relax a lot.' Mina smirks can grab both your hands on her tits before start riding you.

'Ah, boss, so full, let me erase all your stress.' Mina hold your heads and kiss you.

"Thank you Minari." I say as I start kissing her. My hands move to her ass, so I can lift her up. "Help me out of these pants Mina."

Mina gets up a little and just pulls your pants to the ground before getting back to the position, ‘Wow, Mina, so quick, you just can't stop for a second?'

'Boss, Minari has practice Ballet for years, and these are easy for me. If you want to try any positions, just tell Minari. Minari can satisfy all your fantasies.'

'But for now, Boss, please enjoy Minari's service first.' Mina starts to her pace on increasing, every time she gets up, she leaves the whole of your dick in the air, when she rides down, whole of your dick wrapped by her pussy.

I press Mina against the wall and start fucking her quickly. Her moans only drive me to go faster and rougher, I kiss her neck and move up until I capture her lips.

Mina is turned on by how hard you fuck her, her walls are becoming tighter, you take more effort to push yourself deeper.

'ummm!' You can barely hear Mina moaning while you two are kissing. Her Walls milk you and you do not hold your orgasm, you want to cum in her so badly.

I tell Mina I'm going to cum and thrust into her faster, eventually slamming my cock into her and fill her with my semen.

You kiss Mina while you cum all your seed in her, Mina collapses and slowly falls to the floor, you grab her ass and help her to stand.

You break the kiss and slowly pull out, Mina moans 'So Warm Boss, did Minari make you feel better? Boss can use Minari until he is happy.'

I spank Mina once, "That’s enough for now Mina." I give her a deep kiss. "You're the best, thank you. We should finish the day strong."

'Boss, Minari is glad that Minari can feel you happy.' You two caress a bit before Mina leaves your room.

You leave the office immediately after the work, you drive back to your home to meet Nayeon. Nayeon kisses your cheek when she gets on the car. 'I miss you so much, babe.'

I give her a kiss on the cheek "are you ready to go?"

'Yes, babe, of course I am already for you.' You kiss Nayeon's cheek.

You two then go to watch a movie at the cinema and have a romantic dinner at a restaurant.

'Babe, I'm so happy that we can date like we are in university.'

You smile and thinking should you raise the topic that you two need to face.

"Um, about that. I'd hate to bring down the mood but we need to talk about our relationship. I don't want you to give up your career for me, but I don't want to just see you on weekends. We need to figure out a solution."

'Babe, I really want to stay with you, but you know it is the time that we should focus on our career. You told me that it is ok before, but if you want, I can always resign and live with you again.'

'If you can wait for me, just wait two more years, then I can work in the city again.' Nayeon looks at you with deep emotions in it.

'I really love you, babe, could you just me for a bit longer?'

"I don't want you to resign, and I can wait for you but we need to do something for the meantime."

'I can still come to our place on the weekend, we can still meet at weekends.' Nayeon grabs your hand and kisses you.

'Please, babe, just a little bit longer and we can stay together forever.'

"I'm not going to break up with just because we can only see each other on weekends. I want this to work, but I need something during the week."

'Just tell me what you babe, I can try to find a new job in the city babe. As long as we are together, it's OK. It's not that hard to find a new job in the city.'

'How about we just keep things as normal for now? I will not betray you if I live in another part of city. I believe you wouldn't too, right?'

"Nayeon, what if you... never mind. I'll do my best not to betray you."

'Ah, just do your best? You should say yes for sure! Promise me you won't cheat on me now.' Nayeon smirks and laugh at you.

You want to answer yes immediately, but you think about Momo, Mina, Jihyo, and even Sana, not even including your step-sister Chaeyoung that you have sex before you dated Nayeon.

I struggle with what to say. I hold Nayeon's hand. "Nayeon, I love you but being apart from you is going to kill me. How would you feel about having an open relationship, just for the time you're away. Nayeon, I want to be able to sleep next to someone, and not think 'I have to take them to work and I won't be able to see them for a whole week.' Nayeon, I don't know what to do. I want to be with you every waking moment."

'What are you talking about, Y/N? Why can't you stay loyal to me? Is it acceptable that I find somebody to hook up on weekdays? I can't believe what are you talking about.' Nayeon stands up and ready to leave.

'So, you already have friends with benefits already, that's why you want to break up with me?'

I get up and hug her "that's not it Nayeon. I've just been so lonely without you. I don't like being by myself. I don't like having to leave you when Monday comes. All I want is someone to have breakfast with in the mornings, someone I can talk to in person. I'm sorry for hurting you, for making you think that way. I'm sorry for everything. I’m just lonely. If you don't want me anymore, I understand. I've caused you nothing but pain and heartache recently." I let go of Nayeon and sit back down in my chair.

'Sorry, Y/N, I just couldn't accept there are any other people involved in our relationship. Y/N, answer me honestly, is there anyone you hooked up with when I am not here?' Nayeon looks hopelessly.

I tell her that Momo and I slept together recently. "Momo and I slept together last week. I finished a work out with her and then we sort of just did it. I'm sorry, Nayeon. I gave in to my loneliness. I don't deserve you, I'll go." I stand up and start walking out the door, ashamed.

'What? Momo? Please tell me it's a joke, please.' Nayeon seems collapses due to your answer. You rush out of the restaurant despite you hearing Nayeon's cry, and whole restaurant is looking at you and Nayeon.

You don't know where you can go, cause Nayeon may go back to your home, you just randomly go to a bar and grab some drinks, hoping to pretend you're alright. You looking at the phone and seeing who you can call, you just really wanna talk to someone.

I think about who to call but at the same time I don't want to involve anyone else in my trouble. I settle on calling Mina asking if she could come by to pick me up. I'm not in the right state to drive.

Mina looks worried when you call her. She tells you she would come as soon as possible. You just keep on drinking while you are waiting for her.

When Mina arrives, you just barely recognize her and you kiss her immediately while you catch her in your arms. You want to forget what's just happened. Mina is shocked for a second and responses you passionately.

"Let's go to your place Mina, I don't want to go home."

Mina helps you strugglely walk to your car, and then drive you to her home. You are too drunk to remember what's going on afterwards.

You woke up again is already the next day, you are a little bit hangover and you take some time to make sure what's going on. You are in a completely unknown room, you guess it should be Mina's house. You look around to check the room, and you see there is some photo of you and Mina taken together on the desk, some are even Mina secretly taken. On the ground, there are some pieces of Mina's clothes, maybe you just tore down all of them when you two having sex.

'Morning, boss. I have applied a sick leave for us today. You can sleep a bit longer.' Mina comes in from the living room. You see Mina is still naked, but her gorgeous body has marked lots of your imprint and bruises, maybe you two have rough sex yesterday. Your morning boner starts to grow bigger after you see Mina's naked body.

"Thanks for coming for me Mina." I give her hug and a kiss." As my boner presses against her skin I ask her. "Would you mind helping me with this?"

Mina spread her clits, some of your cum leaks out, 'Boss, Minari just finished the shower, but there are still so have many cum inside Minari, you have no idea how much you have cummed in Minari last night.'

'Minari is always ready for you, boss, let Minari do the job.' Mina pushes you on the bed and ready to ride you.

"Mina, I'd hate to dirty you again. Why don't we do it in the shower this time?"

'Sure, boss, please get Minari there.' Mina hugs you like a koala and wait you to take her to the bathroom. You kiss her forehead and get up. 'Lets go, Mina.'

You stands in the bath and wait for Mina to prepare the things, water slowly hitting your body and you feel Mina hugs you from behind, the steam is surrounding two of you.

I turn around and hug her back before giving her a kiss and lifting her up by her ass. "Ready Mina?"

'Love Me boss.' Mina hugs your tightly and let you pull her up, her legs cross you waist, fully engaged to you. You put your cock and start to fuck her.

Your cum remains in her pussy lubricate your cock, so you can reach inside easily, Mina kisses your neck, planting hickeys on it. 'So good, Boss, Minari feel so good. But don't let Mina falls.' Mina tries to grab you tighter.

"I won't let you fall Mina." I respond as my grip on her ass gets stronger. I slowly lift and drop Mina on my cock, just enjoying the moment.

Mina is so nervous that she is hanging on your body, she starts to moan louder when each time she feels like she is falling. 'Ah, boss!'

Feeling so excited, Mina cums just 2 minutes after you start fucking her. 'Boss, Minari is cumming. oh....'

"Cum for me Mina," I say as I kiss her.

You can feel Mina wrapping you tighter, the muscle tenses, wanting to merge her body within yours. She moans through the kiss while you keep thrusting.

'OH, boss, I love you so much, please fill me with your cum.' Her orgasmed wall becomes tighter and wants to receive more cum.

I cum inside Mina, filling her up. My thrust slow down as let our orgasms wash over us.

You slowly stop your thrust and put down Mina, want to give her some rest and start your shower.

However, Mina doesn't stop, she turns around and pins her hands on the wall, raising her hips backwards and looking at you seductively. ' Ready for round 2?'

I slap her ass, "always" I align my cock with her and ram it in. From behind I start fondling her breasts.

You take Mina from behind and bounce hard once you enter her. You play with Mina's tits while you kiss her back.

Mina grinds her ass with you and moves her hips with you for chasing more pleasure, your lips reach her neck and leave hickeys. The bruises on her body make you feel horny, you twitch her nipples harder, make her moan in pain.

As the water falls over us, I move one hand down to play with her clit while the other continues fondling her breasts. I go at a quick pace and soon feel my orgasm coming.

You thrust a few more times before you pull out, 'Mina!' Mina knows exactly what you want, she immediately turns around to face you and kneels down.

'Boss, rain on Minari.' Mina opens her mouth and let her tongue out, ready for your reward.

You stroke two more times until you cum on her face, the pleasure makes your close your eye to enjoy, until you feel Mina starts to swallow you and clean your shaft. You look down to appreciate the masterpiece created by you. 'Do you wanna take a photo, boss?'

"Maybe next time Mina. Let's get cleaned up."

'Let Minari help you to clean boss.' Mina washes the cum on her face and applies soap on her body before giving you a body wash. You sit on the bathchair and enjoy the bath.

Once the bath is over, I step out with Mina. "I guess I should be going now Mina." I kiss her before going in to say "Thank you for last night, I don't really remember much after you got to the bar but I really appreciate you coming for me. You're the best Mina. I love you."

'Boss, you can stay as long as you want here. Minari is happy to be with Boss.' Mina hugs you again, do Boss mind have breakfast Minari before he go?'

"I'll have breakfast with you Mina. Let me cook for you this time. As a thank you."

'Get some more sleep when I cook the breakfast, Mina.' You dress up and head to Kitchen for cooking, you remember Mina loves omelets, so you grab some egg and start cooking.

'Ready Mina...' You try to call Mina out of the room for breakfast when you finish cooking, but you just notice that she is standing in the kitchen, watching you cook, she can't hide her smile and hugs you.

"Food's ready Mina, where should we eat?"

Mina points at the dining room and helps you to get the food out. You sit opposite to Mina and ready to eat, but Mina stops you. 'Wait, boss, let Minari add some topping.'

Mina back to the kitchen and gets ketchup, and applies it on the omelet. The icon is a little Penguin representing Mina herself and a heart, also with your name on the other side. 'おかえりなさいませ、ご主人様 (Welcome back, master).'

'Pleas enjoy the breakfast, boss.' Mina looks at you with a puppy eye.

I smile at her, "thanks Mina." I talk with her as I eat, once we're done I take the dishes and go back to wash them with Mina.

Mina hugs your back and lay her head on your back when you are washing the dishes. 'Boss, can you stay a little bit longer? Minari wants to be with you more.'

'If you are still unhappy, you can share everything to Minari, Minari is ok.'

"I'll stay for a little while longer Mina," I finish cleaning the dishes. I pick Mina up bridle style and carry her to the bed room. "Let's just cuddle for a little bit, no sex, just you and me laying besides each other.

You bring Mina to the bedroom, and she rests her head on your chest, telling you how worried she was yesterday when she saw you are totally drunk. You caress her hair slowly and she falls asleep again as she is too exhausted last night.

You slowly pull your body out, wanna check your phone to see did Nayeon find you after the fight, although just a little chance. However, your phone is out of battery, you need to leave the bed to charge it. When you leave the bed, you hear Mina say 'Don't leave Minari, boss...' Seems she is dream talking.

I try to look for something to replace myself with like a stuffed animal and put it in her arms. After that I grab my things and leave for home.

[miwiheroes]

Dropping Byler Evidence Every (Other) Day Until Season 5

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ Day 27: Blocking . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

In case you don't know what this is, Blocking is the process in which filmmakers determine where actors/models are positioned in the camera frame. This is not done by accident and usually has an intentional message to subconsciously send to the viewer.

Blocking is seen by the audience in an implicit way, and is supposed to be done to further present the idea of two characters being a duo, a trio or a group. For Byler, they are constantly being blocked together, even while canon couples are being blocked. The directors actively choose the positions of these characters on our screens, they don't just ask the actors to sit wherever they want.

In Season 3 we have Byler, Lumax and El constantly being blocked together, which makes sense because El is seen as the independent leader of the pack in the season.

Mike's not even in front of Will, nearest to El. They could have had her near El like Max is, but instead they chose to have him behind Will. This image here is clearly orchestrated.

Again, with El's protective arm, she could have been protecting Mike, but instead they chose her to be protecting Will and Max.

It's crazy that they literally blocked all the couples together. El is seen as the independent leader of the younger kids, while Jancy are the protective teens of the group. Lumax are literally in between El and Mike ever being seen next to each other again.

I mean, it's really giving blocked like a trio or a love triangle where one has set out to fight the evil, leaving the other two to fall in love.

Another case where Mike and El could have easily been placed next to each other while still having Byler blocked together, but no, the directors still decided to have Mike stand away from El and closer to Will.

The blocking of Mike and Will in Season 3 is telling because of their arc that season. While they have little interaction with each other past episode 3, the audience still sees them as a duo that have conflicts they need to work out, or sees them as important together because they are still being blocked together.

This one is obviously the craziest. Lumax standing on their own, Jancy standing on their own and Byler sitting together with barely any space left between them. It's interesting that they haven't actually verbally made up from their fight atp, but directors still chose them to sit together.

Which reminds me of another scene.....

This scene in Season 4 is right after they fought, showing that when Mike is worried about something, he prefers to stand with Will. He's worried and anxious about El and he's supposed to be mad at Will, but who does he choose to stand with in times of distress?

They could have positioned Mike, Will and El in many different ways to show that El is alone, they could have had Will and Mike separate because of their fight, showing how all three of them are fighting. But no, they still had Mike and Will standing together. It's strange that Mike chooses to stand with Will when they're fighting but chooses to stand away from El when they aren't even fighting yet. SHE'S JUST BEEN BULLIED??? And wasn't he hell-bent on finding her a few moments ago?

Then we have these...

...instead of it being Mike that chooses to stand with Will, it's El that chooses to stand alone. Or rather, the directors choosing her to stand alone. I've already talked about the ending shot of S4, but truly, it is one of the most intentional ways of blocking couples I've ever seen.

I'll do a separate post on love triangle imagery but goddamn there is so much of this -- all there to tell us what to pay attention to, who to root for, whose intimacy is more believable.

[kyra45]

tbh, i think you dont get as many interactions despite a following cause you often come off as unapproachable and rude, and maybe even a little paranoid. like implying anyone who sends a question is stupid or lazy isn't really the way to get people to like or trust your judgement

i know it's probably just like an autism thing where you don't realize how snarky/aggressive you're being, but nobody really likes interacting with people who are seen as mean, even if its unintentional 😅 ya dig

there's like a 50/50 chance you even dismiss this as someone just attacking you and you start calling me a "child" or a "hidden scammer" ngl, but was worth a shot to help someone who seemed confused, lol

Because most anons I get are people who evidently don’t read my pinned post before asking me questions! For example, asking me if a gfm blog is a scam account even though my pinned post says don’t ask me that. Or those who ask me if some blogs scam even though a quick check of my guides (or searching the username) would answer their questions faster then me having to ask them did they use tumblr search first. There is only so many times someone can tell you what a scam is before it gets redundant outside of its own post.

Also I’m not gonna call you any of those things. Not sure why you’d think that.

I’m pretty sure some people are lazy though. But hey! All of us are sometimes.

Also scammer anons tend to swear at me, insult me based on my pronouns for whatever reason, and usually are extremely obviously a scammer angry at me for calling them out.

You, however, don’t act like them and sent a reasonable ask that isn’t just childish behavior and is a very clear thought out attempt to explain something even though I’m not confused I’m just tired of people who act like I’m some popular blog whose posts get tons of notes.

[vampydrabbles]

Hi. MDNI- Smut drabble ahead. You know the deal. loving all of you who are interacting with my posts I LOVE YOU !!! please send requests if u want- I would actually put effort into those.

word count: 1k

cw: themes of stalking, sort of kidnapping, mention of violence, Konig being an obsessive freak, messy oral/breath play I guess, dub con if you squint, insinuated baby trapping??, degredation

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Maybe you should have listened to his first warning.

One afternoon you accidentally bump into a beast of a man at the grocery store as you were distracted by looking for an item. You gaze up at him with a guilty face, an apology spilling from your lips. The man looks down at you, a black face mask covering everything but his eyes. Eyes that are a piercing blue, and it feels like he's looking right through you.

“Pay more attention next time, Hase.”

He mutters lowly, before moving on. You don't think twice about the interaction, going on with the rest of your shopping.

Then that same man- or, you're almost certain it's him- is staring down at you again. His face is obscured by a sniper hood, the only thing visible are those cold eyes. Your chin is pinched between his fingers, his other hand keeping you pinned against the wall of the alleyway. You'd been walking home from the library when a pair of strong gloved hands had ripped you right from the sidewalk.

“Didn't I tell you to be more careful?” He hisses, pressing you harder into the wall. His grip stays on your chin, making you look up at him.

“Stupid girl. I've been watching you all week- you didn't even notice. What if something bad were to happen to you, Hase? You don't pay any attention, just live in your own little world, hm?” His words are cold- degrading- but somehow there's a concern behind them. You can't get out any words, or really even move. You're certain some part of you wants to scream and run, but you're glued to the spot. Your mouth moves a bit like you're trying to speak, but nothing comes out. Your cheeks flush red, and you can't tell if your heart is pounding because you're scared, or if it has something to do with the heat building between your legs.

“That's what I thought. Can't even say anything, can't defend yourself. You're coming with me, Hase. I won't let anything bad happen to my sweet girl.”

He leads you to an all black car, windows tinted out; and he takes you home. Not to his home, he says; your new home.

You've learned his name is Konig, but not much else. He keeps you in his home, and despite his huge presence, he treats you like a little doll. Catering to your needs, keeping you fed, treating you like you're made of glass. And compared to him, you probably are. You don't mind it, actually. He seems well off, and he's made it clear he'd get rid of anything that bothered you, no matter how big or how small. You really seemed to learn that when he had let you go out with him to dinner and a man on the other side of the street wolf whistled your way. You didn't know what “curb stomping” meant until that night. Of course, Konig soothed you after he was done.

“Next time you don't look, Hase. Can't have my sweet angel seeing something like that.” No promises to never do it again, no remorse for that man that's going home without his front teeth and with the imprint of a boot on the back of his head- no. Just an order for you to look away next time.

Of course, his corrections and punishments aren't always so tame. He had just caught you stepping outside. Maybe he was scared you would leave, maybe he was scared someone would see you- all you know is that you were trying to get a good look at the deer that had wandered out into the yard when he grabs you and yanks you back inside, slamming the door shut.

“Stupid girl.” He growls, whipping you around to face him. “Where do you think you're going? Leaving out that door without asking me first?” His shoulders heave, his anger poorly masking his fear.

“No, Konig, I didn't mean-” your apology is cut off by his hand tangling into your hair, giving it a tug.

“On your knees,” he barks. You oblige and sink down onto your knees in front of him. He presses your face against his clothed cock- you can feel it twitching against the fabric of his pants.

“Need me to remind you, huh? Need to remember who you belong to?” You don't get to answer before he's undoing his belt, freeing his thick cock from his pants, pressing the tip to your lips. You look up at him, gaze soft and apologetic still. It makes him groan as he tugs on your hair.

“Open up.” He growls. The moment your lips part he's thrusting his cock into your mouth, hand still gripping your hair tight. He twitches and gets harder in your mouth, and you gag, trying to pull away. He pulls out just long enough for you to suck in a breath before snapping his hips forward again, bullying his cock into your throat with a heavy grunt.

“There's my angel-” he moans, savoring the feeling of your mouth around him. Tears prick your eyes as you try to breathe, but he holds your head firmly in place.

“Stupid girl. You know better than to leave without permission. You're mine. I thought I fucked that rule into your pretty little head already-” he huffs, pulling out to let you breathe. You gasp and cough, before he's right back at it again, using your mouth as his own little toy.

“Gonna have to keep punishing you like this until you learn, Schatz.” You let out a whine against him, the feeling causing his eyes to close as his cock twitches. He ruts into your mouth a few more times-

“Might have to fuck a baby into you next time- just so you always remember you're mine-” he hisses through gritted teeth. You can barely breathe by the time he's coating your throat with cum, his grip on your head loosening as he pulls you off his dick. There's a lewd pop sound as he pulls out, strings of cum and your spit sticking to his cock and your lips. He stares down at you, his breathing still fast and shallow.

You know he was serious.

[kitana-coldfire]

Hello, Sno4wy.

Well. Ain't this a bitch of an unsatisfactory situation you've put me in.

Not Simprock, not Robyn, not Mackey– you, Snowy. No one else.

Now, before we go any further: You claimed in the now-'archived’ (read: deleted) harassment support thread in EO that you didn't send that document to anyone except Gerald, specifically because– and I quote: “the document isn’t okay for sharing publicly.as it is” [sic], but that “[you’ve] not granted permission to it to anyone but Gerald”.

Wow. Well, I had my suspicions before, but I was almost kinda glad to get the hard confirmation that you never really cared about me enough to consider me ‘anyone’.

But the fact of the matter is: you sent that document to me unprompted on January 30th, 2025 (ostensibly as the 'receipts' you've been promising for months now). Why did you send it to me? Hell if I know, cause I sure never asked to see it! You just... gave it to me. And now here we are.

Now, I don't expect you to actually read this (after all, you've got quite the track record of refusing to read anything you consider to be ‘DARVO’ing you), I’m just gonna go ahead and consider this an open letter and move on.

Though, if you are reading this: for the record? I didn't want to do this; drag myself out in the open, air your dirty laundry for all to see. Sure you blocked my DMs and timed me out on EO, but did I do anything about it? No, I rolled my eyes and got back to work on censoring the very dangerous document you had unceremoniously foisted upon me:

And here’s the kicker: I had every intention of keeping this private; or, well, mostly private.

I will admit, once I finished scrubbing the doc of the personal and private medical information that you failed to redact yourself before just handing it off to me (for some ungodly reason), my plan at that point was to simply open a ticket, go: "Hey, it seems Snowy blocked me and put me in timeout before I could get the censored version of this document back to him like I promised I would multiple times. Please ensure it gets into his hands", and then just leave the matter be.

After all, whatever fallout you faced behind the scenes after weaponizing your position and lying about not sending it to anyone else due to it being NOT OKAY TO SHARE PUBLICLY by your own admission wouldn’t be my problem, it'd be yours. I’d have followed the rules, cleared my conscience, and would’ve been able to wash my hands of you forever with my head held high.

Granted, you never actually asked me to censor the document either, but that's not entirely surprising now because, after looking back at our chat logs, I realized you never even attempted to get to know me past what you assumed to be true. If you had, you'd have learned that not only am I a “known lover of walls of text”, but that I also do not take kindly to hypocrisy and manipulative behavior. And upon further review, the record clearly shows that you displayed both of those in spades during our (blessedly) few interactions.

Funnily enough though, the record will also show that you never once contacted me unless you wanted something from me; namely, for me to get involved in your personal harassment drama in some way (which you actually acknowledged I wanted no part of!)

But at the same time: I was already exposed to the information you sent me, so I felt that personally ensuring the censorship of the private medical information you dropped in my lap apropos of nothing– on people who are complete strangers to me, no less!– was simply the ethical and moral thing to do to prevent it from falling into the wrong hands.

That said: I'll be the first to admit I made a mistake in that I did forget to inform you that I had begun work on censoring the document in your stead. That was completely on me, and I apologize once again for my failure to communicate that in a more timely manner:

But I’m sure you’ll be willing to cut me some slack; after all, I was distressed by your egregious lack of basic decency.

Also, don't even bother trying to turn the fact that I made a copy around on me; I outright told you I did (you never once commented on that fact, either).

...then again, you also admitted you didn't even look at the body of the document before just sending it off to a stranger on the internet– but we'll get to all that soon enough.

Unfortunately, however, it seems that being a self-centered asshole just wasn't enough for you, as just a few hours after being timed out for a week, I woke up to find myself kicked– actually, no, banned– from EO, despite me clarifying that this was NOT an EO matter; because it wasn't. By and large, this was an issue between you and me, and aside from me getting the document to you, no one else from EO needed to get involved out in the open.

I was trying to follow the rules. I was trying to settle this privately as requested; keep it outside of the server to the best of my ability considering the ethical dilemma this document posed.

Quick sidebar: To the mod I contacted regarding this matter (and you know who you are), please feel free to DM me again if your “ears” are actually as open as you claim they were a few days back, because I’ll be happy to discuss the matter of Snowy harassing me in DMs for months on end– which you didn’t even give me the chance to explain one-on-one before blocking me– in greater detail!

Though I would suggest you read what I’m linking at the bottom of this post first before doing so. Don’t worry, its only, like 70-ish pages long and mostly screenshots (which is also much shorter than the approximately 300 page document Snowy handed off to me last week!). Still, take your time! I'll be waiting.

Anyway, let's take a look at the reason I got ousted from EO, shall we? (With a small addendum that I didn’t contact anyone I knew only from the server, and I had ample reason to believe that contacting them would be okay. Still, I recognize I misspoke in this message you never saw, and I apologize):

Huh. Interesting. Now, I’d ask to see copies of the DMs I sent people I knew only from EO to warrant a ban of that nature, but I know neither Snowy nor any of the other mods will be able to produce them. Because they don’t exist.

In fact, I resolved not to contact the single individual I recognized only from EO whose username and screenshots were used in the document (just to ask them how they'd like to have their information handled, mind you); I was going to simply censor it as a courtesy and leave it at that.

I was truly trying to do everything I could to stay within the letter of the law given the circumstances I had been put in to AVOID a ban on these grounds, as per the moratorium the mods placed on the subject on February 5th, 2025:

Still, while it’s upsetting to get ousted from a server, it's actually not my first rodeo in that regard; back in October, I (and about 60 other people) were kicked out of Simprock in what's been colloquially dubbed 'The Kickening'/[vaguely gestures] and I'm not gonna lie: It hurt. It still hurts. But this isn't about that; or at least, not at this very second.

Again: this is about you, Snowy, and your actions alone. Because even after all that, I was still willing to do everything I could to prevent bringing this out into the open; after all, you said it yourself: I wanted to maintain a 'guise of neutrality'. I didn’t want to get involved.

...that was, riiiiight up until the moment I checked our DM history, and saw that you had deleted every. single. message, in what I could only assume to be a blatant attempt to shut me up and destroy all evidence of your wrongdoing.

And just like that? You pushed my 'bitch' button. Sucks for you.

Because like I said: this is not my first rodeo; I knew to have the entirety of our interaction screenshotted and archived before I sent my final post. Of course, I hoped I wouldn't need those records but... well. When dealing with a near stranger who is oddly belligerent to someone I consider a friend, I knew it was best to be prepared. And– to the detriment of my free time at large for the past few days– I've since gone through and annotated said screenshots in excruciating detail, to provide context for my side of the story. Don't worry though! I censored stuff like your friend's real name out, because I agree– there are ethical considerations to apply.

Oh, and don’t even bother crying about them being faked; I have a video of me scrolling through our messages from top to bottom; two, actually! One from before you scrubbed your messages and one from after. Sadly, I can’t post them publicly at the moment because I haven’t had the time to scrub the sensitive stuff out– like your friend's real first name. Nor can I post the link to the document that you sent me (that I didn’t fucking ask for), because you were so right in that regard: It is NOT safe for the public to see in the state you sent it to me in.

Now, for those curious about what the 'Gerald Document' is actually about: For the most part, it details an interpersonal fallout between Gerald's wife's IRL friend group– people I have never even met, mind you, aside from maybe a passing interaction here or there in one case– thus, I can’t really pass judgement on the situation that led to the document's creation past… I dunno? "Everyone involved in this matter kinda sucks, but Snowy sucks infinitely more for passing people's personal and private medical information off to me without their consent."

There, you can jot that down as my official take on the matter.

So, tl;dr:

On January 30th, 2025 between the hours of 12:40 and 2:14AM CST Snowy exposed personal and private medical information on two people to me without their knowledge or consent via the document he is claiming to be his ‘receipts’ in his Twitter post dated December 12th, 2024. Additionally, he exposed even more private medical information on a third person via the ‘conversation log’ he was also offering up in EO on February 3rd, 2025.

Now, please keep in mind: I'm about to prove I never asked to see that document, I only requested and agreed to look over the chat logs he offered me over private message between him and my friend in the hopes of mediating a misunderstanding. And that request was only made under the unspoken understanding that he'd learned his lesson from the doxxing incident a few months back. Spoiler alert: He didn’t (and actually acknowledged he violated that agreement. Again!)

All in all though, Snowy sent the following to me completely unprompted on January 30th, 2025:

"Brown" and Jules’ private medical information (as well as Robyn's via unredacted chat logs)

"Brown" and Jules’ real first names

"Brown" and Kellie’s discord handles

Jac and Goot’s real names again via the SAME doxxing screenshot he posted on X on December 12th, 2024

Now, aside from the doxxing screenshot (and, unfortunately, “Brown's” real name, I later recalled), I didn't know any of that information before I read that document. Additionally, seven? (I say ‘?’ because I’m not actually done censoring the damn thing yet, so there very well could be more by the time I get through!) people’s usernames/pfp’s– who weren’t even relevant/involved in the issue being discussed– were left unredacted as well. Keeping those names in wasn't necessary in the slightest, either; most of the time they just happened to be around the conversation at hand. 

And yeah, you read that right: I’m still gonna censor it myself. Because that’s the ethical thing to do. Now, what I do with it afterwards… well, you blocked me, so… I guess it’ll be mine to do with as I wish!

Great. A 300-ish page manifesto that wasn't even relevant to the situation at present, penned in Sno4wy's own hand. Just what I always wanted. (Like seriously, man, you couldn't even list the estimated page count right?)

A few final words:

To Jules, “Brown”, (and Robyn): I'm so sorry I learned all of this information because Snowy betrayed your trust and sent me this documentation unedited. If I had realized at the time, I swear I never would have blindly made a copy to annotate when he sent it over.

But in my defense: the document was NOT locked down in any way aside from requiring Snowy to grant access, and when I checked the history it had been last edited in July. I genuinely thought he had learned his lesson after December and sent me something that had already been scrubbed, but it’s clear enough now that he didn’t learn a goddamn thing.

What he did to you was morally reprehensible of him, and I promise to do everything that I possibly can to ensure your information is censored correctly. That said: Jules, “Brown”– if either one of you would like me to send you a copy after I’m done to ensure I didn’t miss anything, I’m sure we have mutual contacts who would be happy to make that happen.

To Snowy (even though I doubt you're actually reading this): I truly hope you're happy, because you finally got what you wished for– I got involved. Congrats, I guess! But now, aside from censoring the document and figuring out what the hell to do with it afterwards… yeah. I'm pretty much done. But let me make one thing VERY clear: this is not an escalation; this is not a ‘DARVO’; this is not an attack.

This is me simply doing what I’ve been pushed to do, in order to ensure my side of the story was heard after you wronged and harassed me for months on end, ultimately resulting in you turning multiple people into victims with just a click of a button.

A side of the story you tried to silence. Deliberately.

Additionally, if you or ANY of your so-called 'friends' try to harass/contact/include me, my family members, and/or my place of work in your ridiculous drama you dragged me into, I will be taking that as a threat and deliberate retaliation against me for speaking up after being wronged.

So on that note, before I link the document to my complete annotated chat history with Snowy spanning from May 19, 2024 - February 6th, 2025, I’d like to leave my final (censored) DMs here as well just as a summary of what’s to come because... well, what can I say? When my ‘bitch’ button gets pressed, I don’t fuck around. I make people find out.

Goodbye, Snowy. For what it’s worth, I genuinely hope you get the help you so desperately need, but I also hope you have the day you ultimately deserve.

Then again, why would you start caring about what I want now? I'm not 'anyone', after all.

[sophieswundergarten]

New Ask Game to Hype Up Fic Writers!!

This is intended to be geared towards other people's work, not that of the person opening their Ask Box. There are plenty of Ask Games for people who are promoting their own writing, and while that is wonderful, I wanted to make one specifically for complimenting other writers!

Really good OC a writer has come up with

Terrible OC (In terms of, like, villains. We're being positive today!)

Headcanon you've adopted from a writer

Great Angst Fic

Great Fluff Piece

Interesting AU

Specific Line that has stuck with you

Specific Scene that has stuck with you

Amazing Title/Chapter Title

Fic(s) you would/did create fanart for

Memorable Ending

Memorable Beginning

A detail from canon that was expanded upon

Fic(s) you reread a LOT

Fic(s) that inspired you to write

Author you give the most unhinged comments to and why

Author you give sweet/sincere comments to and why

Fic(s) that keep you up at night (Either reading or thinking about)

Fic(s) you bookmarked (Maybe forgot about) and then were really happy you saved

Fic(s) you used to reward yourself (ie: "When I finish this chore/homework/task then I can read that")

Fic(s) you would/have forced someone else to read

Fic(s) you could do a whole PowerPoint Presentation on

An unfinished/updating fic that is totally worth the wait

An older fic that you still commented on/saved

A fun writer quirk you've noticed (Specific word(s) they repeat, detailed setting description, a lot of adjectives, trope they write really well, etc.)

Feel free to use, if you'd like! I hope you have a good day :)

[dreamlogic]

aye can i get a fuckin uuuhhhh

break. on my burger

[pekoeboo]

ugh. some thoughts.

really been trying to find the joy in drawing/writing again and honestly it's been such a challenge. friends have told me it's most likely depression that's making it hard to feel motivated and tbh they're probably right.

hoping to get back into being creative in the way I Want to be at some point tho. I miss it. there's still so much with my stories and characters that I haven't been able to share or explain and I wish I knew how without it feeling like this daunting, impossible task.

I don't know when I'll get around to actually sharing art again (or writing, if ever). was hoping that I'd manage to get some of my mental and physical issues in check recently for just long enough to get back into the swing of being creative, but that hasn't seemed to work. everything feels bad, both artistically and physically. I'm struggling to keep up with the frantic pace at which my brain comes up with story concepts and intriguing character interactions, even tho everything in me wishes I could turn it into tangible artistic expression so I can get it out of my head and share it. it used to be easy. I don't know why it's not now.

I'm just . tired, I guess.

[doofnoof]

In Defense Of Mrs. Westenra:

This is going to sound absolutely insane, but I understand why Mrs. Westenra removed the garlic from Lucy's room, and think it was a genuine attempt at kindness rather than a selfish act done entirely foolishly, though regardless of her motives she's still doomed poor Lucy to death.

Let me explain: we're seeing some masterful use of dramatic irony here, I almost wish I could buy Bram Stoker a drink for how positively stunningly he's put the dramatic irony into motion, because it is absolutely sickening and heartwrenching knowing that Lucy is well and truly going to get even sicker and then die, because her mother removed the one thing protecting her from Dracula from her room.

We the audience are fully aware that this is a bad thing Mrs. Westenra has done, that she's doomed her daughter and is putting her directly in danger, that her smugness at the situation is so entirely misplaced that we want to scream and cry and curse and pull our hair out the way Van Hellsing did the instant she left the room, or the way Seward's anger is barely contained as he writes out today's entry. Bravo to the Re: Dracula cast for how downright upsetting this episode was, from hearing a usually silly man weep aloud to almost being able to see Seward's jaw clench from how he recounts what happened. You can almost imagine how Van Hellsing must have wept when his son died, as he loves Lucy as if she were his own daughter.

But here's the thing. Mrs. Westenra has been left out of the loop of what's happening with Lucy, she's unaware that Lucy knows she's sick, and with only a little time left she needs to get Lucy well enough to get married, so that when Mrs. Westenra inevitably dies Lucy is taken care of, she has enough money and a good enough reputation to get the care she needs when Mrs. Westenra can't try to provide it for her anymore. This is a very old-fashioned way of thinking, but Mrs. Westenra was raised in an old-fashioned time, likely when there was a cholera outbreak in London and the bad air theory first started to circulate, while Lucy is being raised in a new and (what must seem to Mrs. Westenra) frightening London, and old people are often set in their ways even now.

How many times have you, the audience, been told by a well-meaning older person in your life to "just hit the streets" when out looking for a job? They don't understand that times have changed, and it's easier to just nod and smile and say "sure thing, you're absolutely right Peepaw, I'll do just that" than to argue with them on it, because they're looking at the world through their lived experiences, the past, rather than how the world is currently.

Mrs. Westenra is also a disabled woman, she has a congenital heart disease that has only recently been fully diagnosed, and her life is slowly dwindling to an end, and she is watching helplessly as her daughter is sick with a disease no one seems able to cure. She has every right to be suspicious of Van Hellsing and Seward, because they can't and won't even tell her what's causing Lucy's illness, won't explain the garlic, and didn't even tell her they'd put garlic in her room.

Van Hellsing knows it's a vampire and can't fill anyone in on it, because that's supernatural hogwash, old-fashioned buffoonery, flying in the face of logic and science and everything the New London is striving for. Nobody would believe him anyways. Lucy thought the garlic was ridiculous, and even Seward himself felt as though Hellsing was being irrational (when Seward was Hellsing's student, and looked up to him as though he knew every secret in the world, but still questioned him on this one thing, fearing Hellsing was turning to Oujia Boards and Crystal Balls instead of Science and Logic,) and both only understood and accepted that Hellsing knew what he was doing from his intense and dead serious response to being questioned, and then seeing for themselves that Lucy had slept well, and had color in her cheeks again.

Mrs. Westenra saw none of this. She does not knows who Hellsing is, doesn't know that Lucy trusts him more than she trusts anyone else in the world save for Mina, and she doesn't know that he's helped Arthur save Lucy's life, nor does she know that Seward is in much the same boat, that he'd given his own blood and sleep and sanity for Lucy's sake out of love for her and his friendship with Arthur and Hellsing, who in turn trusts him with Lucy's health and safety.

Mrs. Westenra does know some things though. She knows that doctors, who rely on science and logic, weren't able to catch her heart problems in time to save her life, that she's dying and becoming rapidly unable to take care of her daughter, who is also sick with an illness doctors previously haven't been able to diagnose and treat. It went away on it's own, and came back again worse than ever before later in life, much like Mrs. Westenra's heart problem. This may seem foolish, but part of why I love Dracula is because every character feels like someone you might meet today, rather than a person almost 100 years ago.

How many times have we, the audience, heard of medical malpractice going unpunished and ignored, especially because the target of the malpractice was a woman? There must be at the very least a handful of you. I know from experience (personal and from being there for friends and family) what it's like to be told you're imagining your pain (in hysterics), you're being over-dramatic, (you're hysterical) it's just normal period pain and will go away (women and the constant fainting at the slightest pain, amiright fellas), have you tried losing weight, have you tried exercise and fresh air, have you tried eating this one diet or another, maybe it's all mental, go to this doctor or that and doing exactly as you're told only to be met with a door to the face, and if you're lucky, eventually getting diagnosed and maybe even given medicine for your ailments instead of just a bill and a smack on the ass. Mrs. Westenra finally got a clear answer for herself as it was revealed she's dying. Lucy has yet to get an answer.

So lets put all of this together. Mrs. Westenra is watching as strange men sneak around her home and into her daughter's room, she's just been diagnosed with a disease that is killing her and there's nothing the doctors can do to fix it, I doubt she trusts any doctors right now even though we the audience know she's dealing with a really wonderful doctor, even Mr. Medical Malpractice Warning himself is doing everything in his power to make Lucy well again, and for the first time since his introduction with his proposal to Lucy, he's putting logic aside to be kind to someone who is relying on him for help, promising to wake Lucy from her sleep if she has nightmares. Mrs. Westenra doesn't know this. She's going to die, her daughter is keeping secrets from her, and her saving grace is that Lucy is going to be married to a good and kind gentleman who will use his wealth to keep her relatively healthy seeing as Lucy is going to be his wife, and she can't have anyone making Lucy seem like an unchaste woman lest her plan falls apart and she's not able to make sure her daughter is wed and thus, safe. Mrs. Westenra knows that even gossip of Lucy sleeping around could make the whole thing fall apart, because Arthur has a reputation to uphold, and so does Lucy. Lucy is a new woman in a society where the old ways are dying or being reborn, and likely doesn't understand her mother's fears, knows that her friends would never hurt her, but that doesn't matter in the eyes of society because at the end of the day she is an unwed woman left alone with a man, a prior suitor no less. She walks into her daughters room and sees these men have left flowers everywhere, and worse is that they stink to high heavens.

Lucy seems better, but Mrs. Westenra has never gotten to see what Lucy looked like after Dracula fed on her, so to Mrs. Westenra these heavily scented flowers are going to look like something doing more harm than good. She knows from being raised in an old-fashioned society that fresh air does a lot of good, that's why Lucy went on that vacation with Mina, and she doesn't know how bad Lucy's sleepwalking got because everyone stopped telling her anything after they found out about her heart, at Lucy's behest no less. She feels like fresh air works, and these idiot doctors trained in the new ways (that have proven unhelpful, they couldn't save her could they, so how would they know what Lucy needs?) have gunked up her daughter's room and are inadvertently making her worse with the foul smelling flowers. Mrs. Westenra was probably alive as well when the cholera pandemic was in full swing and explained as being caused by bad air, and she can see her daughter is sick and wants to help her. So she takes the noxious flowers out of Lucy's room and opens the windows, and tries to get the men-folk to understand that they're no longer needed, not understanding herself that her attempt to rid the room of bad air has instead let what's keeping Lucy sick in rather than keeping it out, and by trying to protect Lucy from being preyed upon she has inadvertently let a very evil thing who is going to prey on Lucy in every meaning of the word into her room, where she should have been safe.

She doesn't know she's in a horror novel, and she only has what she can see as evidence. She made the wrong choice because she loves her daughter and is trying to take care of her, even though she's failing miserably because she's applying a bandaid to a burn wound, so to speak. Right now many people hate Mrs. Westenra for her smug attitude and for letting something evil hurt her daughter, for undoing all the hard work Seward and Hellsing have given up sleep and blood for, but I think it's a little unfounded. She's an old fashioned woman in a new world, doing her best for her daughter's sake, and it's not her fault she doesn't know all of the details, and she can't know the details because it will kill her and possibly make Lucy's situation even more dire.

That's what makes Lucy's death so tragic. To save Lucy they'd need to scare Mrs. Westenra and she would die, which would affect Lucy horribly and more than likely kill her as well. If Lucy dies Mrs. Westenra will follow suit. So they have to keep both alive, and that can't happen as long as Dracula has his sights set on Lucy. It's dramatic irony because only we know that it's Dracula, that the garlic helps, that the supernatural is real, that Dracula is a thinking thing that intends to kill Lucy. Van Hellsing can't tell Seward what's killing Lucy, and even if Seward believed Hellsing, he would never be able to tell the Westenras because their health is caught in such a fragile balancing act, and they'd never believe either of them anyways. The only thing that could save Lucy is Jonathan, and he comes back to London far too late, half out of his mind and trying desperately to live the life he'd always wanted with his new wife.

It makes the scene where Dracula well and truly fucks up by feeding on Mina that much more powerful, because Dracula doesn't understand nor realize that Jonathan will kill him for doing to Mina what he had done to Jonathan, and the Harker's friends, Lucy's suitors, experienced firsthand the suffering of losing someone they love more than life itself. Lucy had to die for Dracula to be vanquished. Lucy's mother had to make the bad decision so the story could end with Dracula's death.

Without her death, Lucy's Polycule wouldn't have had the push they needed to band together for the Harkers (who get to have what Lucy lost. Lucy and Arthur could have been married happily, so entirely in love, and seeing as Seward and Quincey both almost had that with Lucy had they not been rejected and are Arthur's closest and most trusted friends, all of them suffering in unison because of Lucy's death, Lucy is the piece that ties everyone together. Everyone in Dracula loves Lucy. The polycule knows what it's like to lose the love of their lives, and they see Dracula trying to put Jonathan through that same suffering, they see Dracula hurting Mina who Lucy arguably loved the most out of any one of them, and decide they can't let it happen ever again.)

[dbphantom]

Listen if you're gonna send me an ask about why I shouldn't interact with a person, can you at least do it off anon so I can request actual proof privately? I'm not replying to these since the only way to respond to them is publicly and I don't want to contribute to an unsubstantiated rumor about someone. That's not fair.

[singsweetmelodies]

Wait so you love Lando but hate Carlos? but you post Carlando? girl how do you justify that

"wait so you love lando but hate carlos" <- absolutely correct anon, you got it!!

"girl how do you justify that" <- easily: i do what i want here on tumblr dot com.

hope this clears it up for you anon ❤️

[gu6chan]

99% just my autism speaking here but something ive been noticing lately that im sorta kinda 😶 about is when ppl are like "I think you'll like this" but not bc they ACTUALLY think you'll like it, rather they just got into it and want you to also get into it so "I think you'll like this" is a nice personal hook. i love chill stuff as much as any other person ofc but given i don't divulge that EVER, what makes you think my berserk reading, made in abyss watching, drakengard playing ass would like YURU CAMP????

[xxsaints4girlsxx]

'this isnt minors dni im not a cop' agsldlshgd i love u and HARD agree

kill the cop in your head!!!!! stop tryna police ppl!!!!!

yeah i mean i understand why some people say that - it's usually more for their own comfort than it is for the protection of minors. obviously teenagers with unfettered internet access are gonna find whatever content they look for, but i totally get wanting to post explicit shit without feeling like the audience is full of kids.

personally - the only nsfw stuff i even post is like, jokes about sex and/or drugs, commentary about sexual politics, plus occasionally suggestive art and artsy nude photography. i'm also a horror fan and a gothic literature enjoyer, so i might post somewhat gorey imagery and talk about things like abuse and other heavy topics in fiction.

if you're a young person on tumblr, i trust you to know yourself and what sort of thing you're comfortable seeing and can engage with in a mature way. if anything i post bothers you, please unfollow me. otherwise - do what you want, i'm not your mom, your principal, your boss, or your priest, and i'm sure as shit not a cop.

[alexanderwales]

"I don't think I could have the relationship with you that you have with me," she said. She was very casual about it, and I was immediately on the defensive.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked.

She put the book she'd been reading down. "It's just, the way you've described it, and the vibe that I get, I don't think I could do it how you do it."

"I still don't know what that means," I said.

"You're always doing this like ... micro calculation thing," she said. "You weigh your words. You try to time things. You have never once called me up while I was at work, or asked me for something when it was inconvenient for me, and you check and double check that you're not being a nuisance."

"And ... that's bad?" I asked.

"No, I love that about you," she said. "It's very kind and considerate. I know that if I tell you I'm not in the mood to hang out, you'll apologize and not push it. If you suggest that we get pizza and I say I'd rather have Korean BBQ, you fold instantly and we get Korean BBQ. I like that. I get the things I want. But it seems like an exhausting way to deal with people."

"I want you to be happy," I said with a small voice.

"I am happy," she replied. "You're great. You remember when we first got together I was like 'hey, look, if you want pizza, we can get pizza, it's just not what I'm in the mood for', and you kept insisting that you didn't care, that you would rather have me follow my needs? And I just thought, 'you know, maybe I should just trust that's what they actually feel'. And it is, as far as I can tell. There's not some secret part of you that wants me to break your way."

"You think I'm ... a simpering coward?" I asked. Even as I said it, it felt too accusatory, the wrong thing to say in the situation.

"Whoa, no, not at all," she laughed. "I think you do all that stuff because ... I don't know, you want to? Because otherwise why would you do it? It's how you are with every aspect of your life, you're a tryhard. I mean you said to me that you wanted to reclaim the term. Your relationship with me is that you're a tryhard (affectionate)."

"And you're ... not?" I asked.

"I'm not that way with anyone," she replied. "You know why I hang out with you so much? It's 'cause I like you. Most days, I am very much in the mood for you, and if you ask for a meetup, I'll say yes, and if you don't ask for one, then I'll ask you first. And for you ..."

"What?" I asked.

"It's like ... you're keeping track," she said. "You want to make sure that you're not sending me more messages than I'm sending you. You're balancing social micro stuff that I don't pay attention to. You're consciously monitoring how much each of us has said and making sure it's the right number of words or whatever."

"It's really not about the number of words," I replied. "It's more ... making sure that social and emotional labor is equitable, that there's a good rhythm to the conversation. I don't think you'd get good results by tracking word count."

"But see, I don't do any of that," she said. "I talk because I feel like talking. I listen when you need to vent because I like you and it feels good to give you an outlet. I mean you are undoubtedly putting in a bunch of work, and for me, there's no work. That's all I meant, really."

"You've thought about it," I said.

"Oh, I'm just reading this book, and there are two characters like us in it, and I was like 'yes, exactly', and then 'that would not work for me'." She shrugged.

"And if I stopped 'putting in the work'?" I asked. "Would we still be ... friends?"

"See, I don't know," she said. "Because that's never who you've been. You're asking me if I would still be friends with you if you changed your personality and how we interact with each other. Maybe? Probably? Who knows? Maybe we'd be better friends somehow. Maybe we're just two basically compatible people, and every time you've ever worried about anything it would actually have been completely fine."

"Or maybe it's load-bearing," I said.

"Maybe!" she replied with a smile that slowly faded. "You okay?"

"I'm thinking," I said. I didn't know if I could verbalize what I was thinking in a way that would be palatable.

"Do you not like being this way with me?" she asked. "Because I have never asked you to. I've made my preferences known, but if you've been bending yourself into knots and feeling a burden, then ..."

"No," I said, because I knew it was what she wanted to hear. "No, I like the way things are between us."

"Good," she smiled. "I do too."

[acid-ixx]

a loving family, an unpalatable desire

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

a/n: would anyone hear me out if i ever wrote romantic yan! bruce (ft. platonic yan! batfam AND romantic yan clark kent alongside the superfam ofc) with a neglected spouse reader... because uhm, i've been thinking about it lately just yk... so anyways PLSPLSPLS send in asks about this, ive been thinking about it so much lately.

imagine wanting to raise a family so badly with a man who adopts problem children as a side hustle. you're not some invasive spouse, you've always been good, always been loving, so... so accepting, never questioned where or how he picked them up from the side of the streets, never once complaining about the hickeys on his neck or the once neat tussles of his hair now tangled accompanying lipstick stains on his white suit.

you love your children, you tell yourself all the time. you love them, you love bruce— even if he doesn't love you. you said it in your vows, despite it being scripted, despite your family finally sighing in relief in the sidelines at finally being able to sell you off to one of the wealthiest man in the world, rather than being wasting off under their care— your vows are real.

you wanted someone to love you, unconditionally, so viscerally eternal that it eats you up.

really, all you wanted was to play that fantasy life of trophy house spouses. all you wished for was a loving, healthy relationship. the american dream: the picture perfect family frames, your husband kissing you on the cheek as he leaves for work, your children bickering at the dining room, with the scent of homemade meals wafting about the vicinity. all you wanted was the warmth in your chest to flicker like candlelights. all you dreamed about was that domestic life, an escape from the abusive household you were raised in.

yet the manor is too cold, too unforgiving for a soul such as yours.

the longer you stay inside claustrophobic, yet oh-so large hallways, the quicker you drown in a neverending pool of self-hatred.

but you're not allowed to show them your sufferings. they've been through much worse, you tell yourself. they've suffered more, and as what good spouses do, as what you're taught, you stay silent, enabling them to turn you into their own emotional punching bag.

you only allow yourself to cry at the dead of the night, under the sheets of your too-cold blanket and your too-hot pillows. when the manor is filled with deathly silence and a looming sense of dread and ill fitting thoughts of ifs and when they'll come back in one piece, will you grant yourself temporary respite; worry for a family who never even called you their parent.

yet you've always been so considerate. despite the pang in your chest every time bruce flirts with anymore potential love interest at a gala, you chose to instead monitor your chaotic children, who have always never bat an eye on you despite you always gazing lovingly at them.

you know of their interests, they don't know yours, yet you still give them extravagant gifts on their birthdays, with tired, yet glinting eyes, and a silent excuse to return to your room; one separate from bruce.

you know of bruce's hardships, but you don't push too hard, don't force him to talk, only provide him your silence and an offer to serve him dinner; all the time he refuses without looking at you. you give him comfort only if he ever allows you, only if he allows his walls to crumble— but not even his spouse can amount to a warm, crackling fireplace. to him, you're probably only a matchstick under the deadbeat glaze of the snow in a winter night.

maybe that's why you're such a ghost in the manor, stalking through the hallways, looking out for any of your children in case they come across you with any injuries. maybe that's why eventually your resolve weakened.

and maybe the absence of familial love led you to find comfort in another man's arm.

''til death do us part,' is such a tragic saying in your case, because you know it in your fragile heart that bruce's love for you was never alive in the first place. and yet you allow him to play you like a fiddle, allow him to slowly allow you to slip away from his nonexistent grasp.

and now, you're a stand-in parent for clark's son, jon, after the tragic loss of his wife. now, your world seems a lot less bleaker, as you play the fantasy of a loving house spouse, fully abandoning the life you left behind, a life you've never been gifted with until now. you want to feel guilty, you want to feel absolutely terrible but the heartache of neglect has become too much and all you do was allow clark to warm you up each night, kissing away your tears and spooning your deep-seated anxieties away.

you don't let the past eat you up, not when the present is too perfect, too freeing, too delusionally beautiful.

your son, jon provides you every joy a parent could have. parent's day gifts, heartfelt letters at every nook and cranny of your shared bedroom with clark— even reading him bedtime stories, allowing him to sleep in your lap after he slowly nods off, with clark knocking softly on polished wooden doors, greeting you with a loving kiss on the lips and a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand—

it's everything a parent wants, needs even.

and you're everything clark, and especially jon wants, needs in their life.

so it's such a stupid mistake, really. a slip of the tongue, a too-enthusiastic smile, incredibly bright, shining eyes. it's not jon's fault, you still love him either way. but it's an error still— one a complicated matter at hand, so dreadful for you, that jon accidentally, all-too-suddenly, mentions you as his parent to damian.

a loving, wonderful parent, he says, with a picture of you in his wallet shoved right in front of his friend's face.